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jgracie · 3 months

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ BASKETS OF STRAWBERRIES AND BIRTHDAY GIFTS

luke castellan x demeter!fem!reader

warnings (not really a warning but) pre tlt/no betrayal au whatever u prefer, luke is implied to be taller than reader

an i have awful writers block so i thought now is the time to finally write smth for mr castellan!!! and then i realised i haven’t written a demeter reader in SO long despite being a member of cabin 4 and so here we are. i also cannot stand this but i can’t tell u why so soz in advance

“petals,” you heard a voice - luke’s voice, you could recognise it anywhere - say from behind you. rolling your eyes, you chose to ignore him. he was probably here to bug and tease you like he usually does, and you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of a reaction

unfortunately for you, luke was persistent, “petals, c’mon, don’t ignore me!” he said. from the tone of his voice alone, you could imagine the look on his face: a wide smirk and mischievous eyes you knew all too well. what luke didn’t know is that you were just as persistent, so you simply continued picking strawberries and putting them in your wicker basket

luke waited for a second, then two, then three. after three, it was made pretty clear to him that you weren’t budging. however, he wasn’t a quitter

“hey! give that back!” you exclaimed, finally turning around to face him. luke had one arm behind his back and the other in the air, with your wicker basket clutched tightly in his hand. at the pout on your face, luke couldn’t help but smile. you were really cute when you were frustrated

“why hello there, ms petals! it’s nice to see you today,” luke said before taking a strawberry out of your basket and eating it, “wow, these are really good, did you plant them yourself?”

as soon as luke uttered those words, you began raving about all the hard work you’d put in with the strawberries, and he listened intently. he loved asking you questions about your plants, since the way you seemed to immediately fill to the brim with excitement as you explained every detail never failed to brighten his day

right as you were about to tell luke about how you wanted to grow other berries, you caught yourself, "wait, you're doing this just to distract me from my work, aren't you?" although that wasn't the reason why he asked, luke's grin couldn't help but widen as you crossed your arms over your chest

"just give me back my basket, luke," you said, your brows furrowing in annoyance

"fine," he began, "but first, i'm gonna give you this." luke then revealed what he'd been hiding behind his back: a potted plant. more specifically, your favourite plant in a lovely little pot

you took it from him suspiciously, your lips parted in a mix of shock and confusion. surely, this had to be some prank. luke castellan would never gift you something just for the sake of it. however, as you examined the plant, you immediately could tell it was real

"why're you giving me this?" you asked, trying to squeeze any ulterior motives out of the son of hermes

putting a hand on his chest, right above his heart, luke feigned heartbreak, "wow, petals, i'm hurt. can i not just gift you something out of the goodness of my own heart?"

when you simply raised your eyebrow at him, luke dropped the act and explained himself, "last week, i found out from travis who found out from katie that it's your birthday today, so i wanted to do something nice! y'know, petals, you shouldn't be hiding this information. i wouldn't have been able to grow this thing in time if it weren't for your sister's help."

you blinked at this, not fully believing the alternate reality you seemed to have entered. since when did luke castellan want to be nice to you? ever since you’d arrived at camp, he made it his personal mission to be a nuisance. still, you couldn’t help but feel your face heat up at his explanation - no one had ever cared about your birthday that much, which is why you never really mentioned it

looking down at the plant, then back up at luke, you mumbled, “thanks, luke; that’s really sweet of you.”

he gave you a smile - one that actually looked quite friendly - and said, “you’re welcome,” before walking away like nothing ever happened

you stayed put, unsure of how to feel as your brain conjured up new ideas of luke, ideas that involved friendship and maybe even an eventual romance? you’d never thought of him as a friend let alone a boyfriend before, but there was always a first time for everything, right?

when you set down the plant and decided to get back to work, you finally noticed that luke had taken your basket of strawberries with him

“damn you, luke castellan!” you muttered, huffing as you ran in the direction he left

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steveshairychest · 2 years

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Eddie decides he likes basketball. Well, he doesn't like playing basketball, but he likes the smile it brings to Steve's face.

The stunning smile Steve had given him when he had agreed to come play basketball with Steve and Lucas had caused his stomach to fill with a swarm of butterflies that still now threatened to spill from his lips as he listened to Steve explain the rules of basketball in the car.

Excitement looked good on Steve. Eddie never thought he'd find himself completely enamoured by a guy animatedly explaining the intricacies of basketball, but here he was. He struggled to keep his eyes on the road because all he wanted to do was stare at Steve and drown in the overwhelming happiness radiating off of him. God, he never wants Steve to stop smiling.

He'd play basketball every day to see Steve smile like that forever.

Eddie doesn't half ass anything, not even basketball. Despite being distracted by Steve's beauty in the car, Eddie had still heard the rules. He was going to play basketball and he was going to win. Sure, it was two against one but Eddie had faith that him and Lucas could best Steve.

"Babe, it's just some fun. Stop scowling at me." Steve laughed, and the sound was hypnotic. It's almost as hypnotic as Steve's ass in those tiny shorts.

"You're just scared we're going to beat you." Eddie was confident they had the upper hand. He knew Steve played basketball in highschool, he knew he was good, but was he good enough to win against two people on his own.

Turns out, yes, he was good enough.

He beat their asses and he did it with the most breathtaking smile on his face. He was sweaty and flushed red but Eddie had never wanted to kiss him so bad. Sure, his muscles are aching and he skinned his knee, but he'd do it every fucking day to see Steve so happy.

"I'll let you win next time." He said it with a laugh, but Eddie could see the uncertainty in his eyes. Steve was giving him a chance to say no, to say there won't be a next time.

"Psh, we let you win today." Lucas rolled his eyes and walked away to gather his things. "Next time we won't go so easy on you, big boy."

Steve's smile was so bright that Eddie felt like he needed to squint. "Next time? Really?!" Oh, he was so in love with Steve in that moment. The pure joy on his face, the way he squeezed Eddie's hand excitedly, just everything about that moment, made his heart fill to the brim with sappy words of love and adoration.

"Mhm, I had fun, but next time, wear longer shorts. Those are a cruel distraction."

Steve wore the tiny shorts and no shirt the next time they played. Eddie tripped twice and nearly broke his wrist because he was too busy watching the sweat glisten on his boyfriend's bare chest to watch where he was going.

Steve smiled the whole time.

#SOMETHING SOMETHING LET EDDIE ENJOY STEVES INTERESTS #steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #st4 vol2 #steveddie #stranger things s4

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eunseoksimp · 2 months

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Between the Lines; Song Eunseok

Pairings: Boyfriend!Eunseok x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst

Description: the importance of communication and understanding, and the consequences that can arise when those elements are lacking. a relationship in turmoil, leading to frustration and distance between the two individuals.

Warnings: strong language, brief mentions of sex but nothing suggestive

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‘we don’t even make love anymore,’ you had been questioning the physical intimacy between you two, claiming that it had diminished.

eunseok sighed, bending down to undo the laces of his shoes, barely making it through the front door before you had started. it had been a long night, and the initial idea of you staying at his place sounded enticing when it was first proposed this morning, but now he wasn’t so sure.

‘see, you can’t even correct me on that.’

he was starting to get tired of this cycle that you had started, blaming him for something that had gone wrong in the relationship, having heated arguments that often left both parties ridiculously irate before ending up in each other's arms by the end of the week.

it was beginning to become more frequent now, the times where you would take a perfectly good day with minor bumps in the road and turn it into a session where a part of your relationship was at the forefront of the discussion. it also seemed to be a pattern of eunseok bearing the burden of the wrongdoer, having to listen as you droned on and on about ways he could improve.

at first he was reactive, quick to combat any accusations you threw at him, eager to resolve any discontent that lay in your heart, the price to seeing you become at peace, to step away from the teetering edge of your rocky relationship and return back to safer grounds. but everyone had their limits.

‘i’m not answering because i don’t want to argue with you tonight,’ eunseok said through gritted teeth, taking a few seconds to calm himself down before moving away from you into the kitchen, a technique he had recently adopted so that he wouldn’t wrongfully take his anger out on you.

‘stop fucking walking away when i’m speaking,’ you’re following after him, one shoe still on your foot as you engage in some type of awkward hobble in attempts to keep up with his longer strides, probably looking like a crazed woman with the added look of your dress now slipping down your shoulders and the hair that you had spent so long pinning up falling past your shoulders.

‘please, can you go one day without picking a fight with me,’ his back is still facing you as he reaches into a cabinet, inspecting a glass cup for a couple of seconds before slamming it onto the counter. he says nothing else as he manoeuvres around the kitchen, all while you watch him, getting a jug of water from the fridge and filling the glass to the brim before raising it to his mouth and gulping it down, wiping the drops of water on the corner of his mouth away with the back of his hand when he’s done.

‘how can i, when there’s always issues? you heard what they said today, every couple is intimate but us,’ your purse is thrown onto the counter and you move from the spot you had been standing in to stalk closer to him, snatching the cup out of his hand just as he was going to pour himself another glass, just so he could pay attention.

‘you don’t find it weird that we’re meant to be in a relationship but you barely want to do anything with me anymore,’ you’re relentless, refusing to give up until you receive a satisfactory answer from him. it’s silent for a moment, with you looking at him expectantly, waiting for something, anything really. why won’t he say something?

another sigh leaves his lips as he rubs the bridge of his nose, his ears starting to ring. he couldn’t gather the strength to stand in this relatively chilly kitchen to explain to you that basing your intimate life on other people’s experiences was weird. he would much rather prefer to put the whole argument to rest and resign to his comforting bed sheets to sleep.

‘you obsess over the same thing. over and over again,’ he said, his frustration shortening his sentences, a warning that the conversation should be concluded soon for fear of becoming more explosive than it needed to be.

‘i’m sorry i can’t be the picture perfect boyfriend that you so desperately want me to be.’

‘no one’s asking you to be perfect, i’m asking you to fucking love me,’ he could tell you were also getting irritated, your words coming out a bit harsher and you were starting to fiddle with your necklace. he wasn’t so sure how your relationship had turned into this, where his every move was questioned, scrutinised, brutally by you. it made no sense why you were trying to change him.

‘you don’t even say the words, like a fucking coward,’ you chuckle, but not out of amusment, rather disbelief, almost like a coping mechanism to keep any other emotion from creeping in and making you vulnerable. it exposed the root of all your issues, the reason why something so small had blown into what it was now. eunseok had never said the words i love you.

you understood at first, given that you were normally the starry-eyed lover, falling quickly and deeply, and accepting that the way you loved was often different to other people. so when you said it the first time, you didn’t expect much. but two months had passed, and it appeared that maybe you were the only one, and that was when fear started to creep in.

‘what’s so amazing about those three fucking words that make you want to fight me everyday,’ eunseok’s temper was starting to escape from him and he pinches the bridge of his nose, eyes shut in an attempt to calm himself down, but it only fuelled your anger even more.

‘don’t swear at me,’ your finger jabbed his chest as you pushed him back a little and he grabbed your hand before you could do it again, chest rising and falling as he looked at you with a lack of belief in your actions. you were demanding respect but refused to show him the same courtesy.

‘so it’s okay when you do it? but a problem when i do?’ he scoffed, lightly pushing you away from him so he could walk away. he knew that this dispute was going nowhere, and the best thing to do would be to retreat for the night, in hopes that you would eventually drop it.

‘i’m not done yet song eunseok,’ you tried to physically stop him, getting in his way so it was harder for him to leave but he was much stronger than you.

‘cant even get peace in my own house,’ he mumbled as he brushed past you, picking up his coat that had been abandoned on the neighbouring couch and heading towards his room, slamming the door after entering, leaving you standing alone in the dim hallway all alone.

part of you wants to barge right in, to continue the argument, to reach some sort of conclusion that would satisfy the anguish nestled deep inside of your heart. however it was futile- you knew that nothing other than a heated conversation and venomous words would arise out of that, and as much as it seemed to be the contrary you were tired of fighting him too.

you exhale, debating whether it’s worth joining him in the bedroom or just heading home for the night but you know that leaving here by yourself would only anger eunseok even more.

so despite the rage burning inside of your chest, you trudge all the way over to his room, opening it just enough for you to stick your head in first. he was already under the covers, his body facing the wall. you can’t see his face clearly, but you assume by the way the sheets rise slowly before falling that he was sleeping.

this fight would just have to wait for another night. pushing the door so it was now fully open, you trail inside, the air thick with the remnants of your argument, feeling as if the walls themselves were imbued with the tension that now defined your relationship. the soft, steady sound of eunseok’s breathing was the only indication that time had not completely frozen in the wake of your emotional upheaval.

you undressed quietly, slipping out of your dress and into an oversized t-shirt that felt like a security blanket against the coldness that had settled between you and him. the bed was a large expanse, an ocean that divided you from eunseok’s distant form.

he faced the wall, the curve of his back a silent statement of his retreat. you slid under the covers, the sheets cool against your skin, feeling the vast, lonely chasm of the bed between you.

memories of better times flickered in your mind, taunting you with images of laughter and whispered secrets, of nights spent tangled together both physically and emotionally. those moments seemed so distant now, buried beneath layers of unresolved issues and unspoken words. you ached for those days when love felt simple and untainted, a stark contrast to the convoluted mess it had become.

you watched the shadows cast by the moonlight through the window, dancing on the ceiling, your thoughts racing. the silence between you and eunseok was heavy, oppressive, filled with everything that had been left unsaid. you longed to bridge the gap, to reach out and touch him, but fear and pride held you back, chaining you to your side of the bed.

the words you had exchanged replayed in your mind, each one a jagged shard that cut deeper every time you thought about it. the accusations, the hurt, the frustration—it all circled around like a storm, leaving you exhausted and emotionally drained. you had both become masters at wounding each other, knowing exactly where to strike to inflict the most pain.

you turned to face his back, whispering into the void between you, hoping that maybe, just maybe, he would hear the silent plea in your words.

‘i just want you to love me,’ you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. ‘i just want to feel like I matter to you.’

the silence was deafening, each second that passed a nail driven into the coffin of your dwindling hope. you closed your eyes, tears slipping down your cheeks, and curled into a ball, seeking comfort in your own embrace. the weight of your unspoken fears and desires pressed down on you, suffocating in their intensity.

sleep came in fits and starts, fragmented by dreams that mirrored your waking turmoil. you dreamt of eunseok, of moments when he held you close, his warmth a balm to your troubled soul. but even in your dreams, he was slipping away, an ephemeral figure you couldn't quite grasp, always just out of reach.

when you woke, the room was bathed in the pale light of dawn. eunseok was still there, his form unmoving, but the divide between you felt wider than ever. the ache in your chest had settled into a dull throb, a constant reminder of the unresolved conflict that hung over you like a dark cloud.

you lay there for a while, listening to the world waking up outside the window. birds chirped, cars drove by, and life went on, indifferent to the turmoil within these four walls. you wanted to reach out, to touch him, to find some way to reconnect, but you were paralyzed by the fear of rejection, of opening yourself up only to be met with more silence.

finally, you couldn't stand it any longer. you slipped out of bed, the cold floor a stark contrast to the warmth of the sheets, and padded to the kitchen. you needed something, anything, to distract yourself from the crushing weight of your emotions.

the kitchen was still as you had left it, a silent witness to the argument that had played out the night before. you filled the kettle, the mundane task grounding you somewhat, and set it to boil. the rhythmic tick of the stove was a small comfort, a steady beat against the chaos in your mind.

as the water heated, you leaned against the counter, staring out of the window at the world beyond. it was a grey morning, the sky overcast and heavy with the promise of rain. it felt fitting, a mirror to the storm brewing inside you.

eunseok emerged from the bedroom, his presence filling the space. he looked as weary as you felt, the lines of tension etched into his face. he glanced at you, a flicker of something—regret, sorrow, maybe even love—passing through his eyes before he looked away, focusing on the kettle instead.

the silence between you and eunseok was palpable, thick with unresolved tension and the remnants of countless arguments. you sat at the kitchen table, your fingers tracing the edge of your coffee mug, the steam curling upwards like ghosts of your past grievances. eunseok leaned against the counter, his eyes distant as he stared out the window at the drizzly morning.

it had been a night filled with restless sleep and fragmented dreams, and the weight of your unresolved issues hung over you like a dark cloud. the conversation from the previous night replayed in your mind, each harsh word echoing in the quiet of the early morning.

‘we don't even make love anymore eunseok. it’s like we’re falling apart,’ you had said, your voice tinged with desperation and hurt. eunseok’s response had been a sigh, a gesture that spoke volumes about his weariness with the cycle of blame and argument that had become the norm in your relationship.

you couldn't help but feel the sting of his dismissiveness, the way he seemed to brush off your concerns as if they were insignificant. the lack of physical intimacy was just a symptom of a deeper problem, one that neither of you had been able to articulate fully.

he turned from the window, his expression unreadable as he finally met your gaze.

‘i don't want to argue with you,’ he said, his voice tight with restrained emotion. ‘i’m tired, and I just want some peace.’

‘peace?’ you echoed, a bitter laugh escaping your lips. ‘how can there be peace when there's always something wrong between us? we don't talk, we don't touch, we don't even look at each other properly anymore.’

his jaw tightened, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. ‘you’re always so quick to find fault,’ he muttered, turning away from you to pour himself another cup of coffee. ‘always looking for something to fight about.’

the frustration inside you bubbled over, and you pushed back your chair, the screech of wood against tile jarring in the quiet kitchen.

‘i just want to feel like you care, eunseok. like i matter to you.’

he set down his cup with a bit more force than necessary, the clink of ceramic on the counter sharp and angry. ‘you think I don't care? you think I don't want this to work? i’m trying, but it's never enough for you.’

‘trying?’ your voice rose, a mixture of incredulity and hurt. ‘trying means actually putting in effort, not just going through the motions. you don't even say you love me.’

the silence that followed was heavy, the unspoken truth hanging in the air between you. it was the crux of your anguish, the reason why every small argument escalated into a full-blown fight. eunseok had never said those three words, and the absence of them was a constant ache in your heart.

‘you knew from the beginning that I'm not good with words,’ he said finally, his voice quieter but no less strained. ‘i show you I care in other ways.’

‘other ways?’ you repeated, frustration giving way to tears that you hastily wiped away. ‘what other ways, eunseok? ignoring me when i need you? making me feel like I'm a burden?’

his shoulders slumped, the fight seeming to drain out of him. ‘i’m doing the best I can,’ he said softly, his eyes pleading with you to understand. ‘i care but I don't know how to make you believe it.’

the words should have been a balm, a soothing relief to your tormented heart, but instead, they felt like a hollow echo of what you had longed to hear.

‘saying it isn't enough,’ you whispered, your voice breaking. ‘i need to feel it, to see it in the way you look at me, the way you touch me.’

eunseok’s frustration flared again, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. ‘i’m not some perfect boyfriend out of a romance novel,’ he snapped. ‘i’m a person, with flaws and limits. I'm sorry if I'm not living up to your expectations.’

‘that’s not what this is about,’ you shot back, your own anger rising to meet his. this is about feeling loved and wanted. it’s about not feeling like i’m constantly begging for scraps of affection.’

the room seemed to close in around you, the walls pressing in with the weight of your mutual anger and hurt. eunseok turned away, running a hand through his hair in a gesture of frustration. ‘i’m tired of this, of us always fighting,’ he said, his voice weary. "maybe we're just not meant to be.’

the words hit you like a physical blow, the air leaving your lungs in a rush. ‘so, what? you’re giving up?’ you asked, your voice trembling. ‘after everything, you're just walking away?’

he turned back to face you, his expression a mixture of sorrow and resignation. ‘i don't know what else to do,’ he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. ‘i care about you, but this... this isn't healthy for either of us.’

tears spilled down your cheeks, and you wrapped your arms around yourself as if to hold the pieces of your breaking heart together. ‘i don't want to lose you,’ you said, your voice small and vulnerable. ‘but I can't keep living like this, feeling like I'm not enough.’

‘i do… you know,’ he said softly, the words on the brink of being set free. yet, something small was holding it back. ‘i just don’t know how to show it the way you need.’

tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they were a mixture of relief and lingering sadness. ‘i need to hear it,’ you said, your voice breaking. ‘i need to feel it.’

the kettle whistled, a sharp, insistent sound that cut through the silence. eunseok had always struggled with commitment, and try as he might, he could never bring himself to say that he loved you. it was a word that hung in the air between you, tantalisingly close yet perpetually out of reach.

his silence on this matter was a chasm you could never cross, a void that swallowed your hopes and left you feeling perpetually adrift. the fight had laid bare the fundamental disconnect between you.

it wasn’t just about saying he loved you; it was about everything that word represented—commitment, vulnerability, trust. you had always been open with your feelings, wearing your heart on your sleeve, while eunseok had kept his emotions locked away, guarded by walls you could never breach.

he sighed, a sound that seemed to come from the depths of his soul. ‘i know you’re disappointed,’ he said finally, his voice rough with emotion. ‘i know, and i’m sorry. i just...i don't know how to be what you need me to be.’

his admission hung in the air, a bitter truth that neither of you could deny. you had always known that eunseok struggled with expressing his feelings, but you had hoped that in time, he would learn, that he would find a way to bridge the gap between you. but hope, you realised, was not enough to sustain a relationship.

‘i wish I could say the words,’ he murmured. ‘i wish i could tell you that i love you. but every time i try, it's like something inside me locks up. you know how hard it is for me.’

his confession was a knife to my heart, cutting through the last threads of your hope. you reached across the table, taking his hand in yours. his skin was warm, familiar, and yet it felt like you were worlds apart.

‘maybe,’ you said gently, ‘maybe it's time we stop trying to force something that isn't there. maybe it's time we accept that sometimes, love isn't enough.’

the tears that had been threatening to fall all morning finally spilled over, blurring your vision. your body shook with the force of your grief, eunseok’s head hung low.

the reality of your situation settled over you like a shroud, heavy and suffocating. you sat in silence, holding on to each other for a moment longer, as if by sheer will you could delay the inevitable. but eventually, you pulled your hand away, the finality of the gesture striking like a death knell.

his gaze finally met yours, and for a moment, you saw a flicker of something—regret, sorrow, maybe even love—but it vanished as quickly as it had appeared. ‘i never wanted to hurt you,’ he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. ‘but i can't be what you need.’

the finality of his words hit you like a physical blow. you had been clinging to hope, believing that if you loved him enough, if you were patient enough, he would eventually open up to you.

‘why?’ you asked, the single word carrying the weight of all your unanswered questions. ‘why can't you love me the way I need you to?’

eunseok looked away, his jaw tightening. ‘it’s not that simple,’ he murmured. ‘i have my own issues, my own fears. i can't just change who I am.’

‘but i need more,’ you pleaded, tears streaming down your face once more. ‘i need to feel loved, to feel wanted. and you...you can't give me that.’

he rose from his seat, taking a step towards you, then stopped, as if an invisible barrier held him back. ‘i’m sorry,’ he said again, the words sounding hollow. ‘i never wanted it to end like this.’

you wiped your tears with the back of your hand, your heart shattering with every sob. ‘neither did i,’ you whispered. ‘but i can't keep sacrificing my happiness for the hope that you'll change. i need to let go, even if it kills me.’

the pain of those words cut deeper than any wound. letting go of someone you love, someone you had dreamed of a future with, was a torment beyond description. it felt like tearing out a piece of your soul, leaving a raw, bleeding wound that would never fully heal.

eunseok took another step forward, his eyes filled with a sorrow that mirrored your own. ‘i wish things were different,’ he said softly. ‘i wish i could be the man you deserve.’

for a moment, you both stood there, the distance between you insurmountable.

‘goodbye eunseok,’ you said, your voice breaking. ‘i hope you find what you're looking for.’

he squeezed your hand gently, then let go. ‘goodbye,’ he replied, his voice thick with emotion. ‘take care of yourself.’

you lingered for a moment, your eyes sweeping over the kitchen one last time. the table where you had shared countless meals, the counter where you had stood side by side, cooking and laughing, now seemed like relics of a past life.

with a deep, shuddering breath, you turned away from him and walked towards the door. each step felt like a monumental effort, your legs heavy with the weight of your grief. the hallway stretched before you, a tunnel of memories, each one more painful than the last.

you reached the front door and paused, your hand hovering over the doorknob. you could hear eunseok’s quiet breathing behind you, a final reminder of the life you were leaving behind. swallowing the lump in your throat, you opened the door and stepped out into the corridor. the door closed with a soft click, a sound that seemed to echo through the empty hallway, amplifying your sense of loss.

the world outside continued its relentless march forward, indifferent to the turmoil within. people passed by, oblivious to the silent agony tearing you apart. you stood there for a moment, letting the cool breeze wash over you, trying to steady your breath.

the weight of your unspoken words crushed your chest, each step echoing the finality of your parting. the chill of the evening seeped into your bones, a stark reminder that some endings were never meant to be rewritten.

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short-honey-badger · 9 months

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Peppermint Tea 5

Introducing...PERONA! I love this pink haired princess. I hope you enjoy the switch ups I've done here! I wanted to try and give a little insight to everyone. Enjoy!

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Warnings! None this time!

It's only been four days, and Dracule already longs to be back on your quiet island in the middle of nowhere. Just the two of you and quiet Hank, and not the loud mouth ghost girl who had shown up at his castle and just never left. He feels a sigh bubble up and spill over for the umpteenth time today when he hears Perona screech again about…something?

He ignores her shrill voice and focuses back on the task at hand, finding his Darling the books that she wanted. Dracule has already found the seafaring and ship books he wants to give her; his home is filled to the brim with anything he may want, after all. He already knows you enjoy Botany, so he supposes he would search for those next.

Mihawk is pulled from his musing when he notices that it has gone oddly quiet. He cuts his eyes to the floating girl under his care and finds her far too close for comfort. He glares at her, face falling from whatever expression he'd been making, “What, Perona?” He demands.

The pink haired girl narrows her eyes right back at him and floats closer despite the obvious annoyance that colors his tone.

“You are what, Mihawk,” Perona squawks in his face. She glances down at the books that lay across his massive desk, “Since when do you need books about sailing? And you've been,” she grimaces, “Smiley lately. What's that about?”

Dracule's expression closes off, mouth dropping in a sneer, “I suggest you mind your own business, today, Ghost Girl,” he snaps at her and casually tucks his gifts away under his desk. He absolutely does not want Perona of all people to know about his hidden oasis away from the world. You didn't need that kind of attention.

Perona sticks her tongue out at him, “Ugh, so you are hiding something! Why don't you just tell me? Who else will I tell? It's not like Zoro is here anymore.” She laments dramatically. He watches her float up and around the room, her odd stuffed animals watching nervously from the doorway of his study.

“My business is my business,” Dracule quips and reaches for the glass of wine he'd left to air, and then takes a delicate sip. His mind wanders back to you, and he makes a mental note to bring along his favorite wine for you to try next time he shows himself.

The thought of you flushed and giggly with alcohol has him shifting in his seat.While he would never take advantage of you, he can picture you clinging to him, thick tongued as he whispered all the things he wanted from you. You listened to him so well, trusting that he would not lead you astray. Unwarranted, a smirk begins to curl his lips, and his nice day dream is shattered by the triumphant sound that Perona makes.

“See! There you are again! You don't just smile like that! It's creepy,” she makes a face at him, and Dracule can feel the vein in his forehead pulse in pure frustration.

“Get out of here before I toss you in the sea, Perona,” Dracule snaps at her, and the pink haired girl huffs in obvious disdain even as she flips herself around to float out of his study.

“Fine, Dracy. Be that way to your only friend,” Perona snips, and thankfully, one of the stitched stuffies shuts the door behind them.

Mihawk swipes a hand through his hair. He's more annoyed about himself for getting so lost in thought over some woman on a lost island. He doesn't understand why you've become so…special to him so quickly, but he's learned long ago that one shouldn't question why one wants something. You were a unique specimen, one that he wanted to know everything about. These small glimpses into your life he has gotten so far are not enough, not for one as selfish as he.

Dracule huffs to himself, “Acting like a fool,” he grumbled and sipped his wine in contemplative silence until his glass was empty. He stands from his plush seat, mind already occupied with mentally pursuing his collection of books and the ones he wanted to give to you.

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Perona catches Mihawk twice more smiling to himself and calls him out each time the next couple of days. She doesn't know what's gotten into Mihawk, but the usual stoic warlord was far more…pleasant than usual. As long as she didn't point out the way he was smiling to himself, that is.

She looks through the odd arrangement of books on his desk when he is gone, frowning to herself at the array of sailing and Botany books. There is even one about the many species of animal that make the Grand Line their home. These aren't the kind of tomes that Perona sees him reading, and it has made her very suspicious.

She drops the books with a wrinkled nose and floats back in the air, “What are you hiding, Dracy,” she hisses to herself and glares at his desk as if had all the answers in the world.

Perona sighs and then fixes the desk, hiding the books from sight and leaving before she is caught by the owner of the castle. She'd hate to see if he actually went through with his threat.

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The weeks that you are alone on your island are long. Longer than long, you think. It's been nineteen days since Mihawk left, you know, because you keep careful track of when to rotate your drying racks for your herbs, and the departure has left you more…despondent lately. You try your best to ignore the cold that constantly surrounds you without your mysterious friend.

Were the two of you friends? You didn't really know. You've never been involved with someone before, especially not with someone so unique and interesting as Dracule. It's rare that someone washed up on your tiny island, and when they did, they usually tried to rob you after you tried to help them.

You sigh and sit up in the sands of the shore that faces west, the way Hawkeye had gone when he left. You wonder when he'll come back, and you blush when you think of all the things he might want to do with you next. That kiss the morning before he set sail had been mind-numbing. You liked the way he took control of your life, enjoyed it when he looked at you with those piercing eyes, and ordered you.

A big shaggy body shoves between your arms suddenly, and you snicker as Hank tackles you back down. Even with the distraction of your shaggy pup, your thoughts still linger on the yellow eyed man.

“Look at me, Hank!” You bury your face in his fur, “All I can think about is him kissing me!” You whail and your thoughts instantly turn to the way his tongue had slid in your mouth, headless of you just waking, “I sound like someone from one of those books,” You huff in frustration and rise, wiping hair away from your face when the wind suddenly whips around you.

Something shadow's you from the warm sun, and you squint up to see what had interrupted your rant to Hank. Your mouth runs dry when you see none other than the man your brain hasn't been able to keep quiet about.

Dracule smirks down at his sweet oasis, who stares up at him with big eyes and lips caught in her teeth as if afraid to speak up. He reaches out for her, warm hand sliding along her jaw, and thumb tapping the lip between her teeth. You open your mouth, and Mihawk smooths the pad of his thumb over the abused flesh.

“I believe I heard you saying something about a kiss?” Dracule questions, and you are caught in his ring-eyed gaze. He raises a brow when you nod, and you remember the last time this happened.

“I was, maybe thinking about the kiss from that morning,” you say, voice rough in embarrassment as you try to look anywhere but at Mihawk. His grip tightens, and your cheeks burn as Dracule forces you to look at him, proving any attempts mute.

The warlord chuckles, a dark rumble deep in his chest that has your toes curling in anticipation, “Well then, Dear One. I'm here now. There is nothing stopping you from taking what you want.”

@writingmysanity @djbumblebee @goth-mami-writer @kenkenmaaa @foggyturtleknightangel @browneyedhufflepuff

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Best Friend Wooyoung who has taken it upon himself to make a copy of the key to your apartment because “What if aliens try to kidnap you?”. Let’s be honest he just wants to raid your fridge and cabinets whenever he gets a chance. You get home from work and see him hanging off the couch half dead from his own job more times than you can count. You both go grocery shopping together and come up with as many food related pick up lines as you can. The good ones get added to the notes labeled ‘We Got The Rizz’. He flirts with the older women in the grocery store and has a harem of grandmas who lighten up whenever they see him. They like to squish his cheeks.

Best Friend Wooyoung who claims he feels a disturbance in the air whenever you are in a sour mood. He shows up dressed in a ridiculous outfit and your favorite snacks to cheer you up and talk about what's going on. He keeps his feelings to himself most times and you have to be the one to sit him down and get him to talk. “It’s not healthy to keep it all bottled up, you know that?” So he tells you what’s bothering him while sitting by the window letting in the midnight breeze.

He has been quieter than usual all day. You know something is bothering him. Watching as he falls into the couch you sigh and make your way to the small kitchen brewing a cup of coffee and some tea for yourself. Without a word you place the cup in front of him and make your way to the window. It’s winter, this isn’t a good idea but you do it anyway. The air nips at your exposed skin as you step back, sinking into the open spot next to him. “Talk.”

Wooyoung sighs, taking hold of the cup filled almost to the brim with coffee. The cup warms his fingers “It was just a tough day at work. My boss yelled at me.” He starts and you sit and listen. His breath hitches at certain parts in his retelling and you take hold of his hand in silent comfort. He is hard on himself he always is.

“You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself Wooyoung. Don’t you know how great you are. You’re the coolest person I know and I’m not saying that as your best friend I truly do believe it.” You whisper “Today was a tough day and it’s okay to have those days but I don’t want to see you beat yourself up because of it.” you add. His eyes shine with the threat of tears and you shake your head rapidly. “If you start crying then I will too and you know I have an ugly cry face.”

He laughs, “You do look like a constipated cat.” The pillow hits him hard in the side of his face.

#BestFriend Wooyoung #wooyoung drabble #wooyoung imagine #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung scenarios #jung wooyoung #wooyoung #wooyoung headcanons #ateez x reader #ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #ateez fanfic

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spyderlondon · 2 months

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Are you good with funnybunny? Specifically, maybe Pomni's having a bad day (didn't want to get up, can't be bothered to even go through with the adventure) and Jax eggs her on to get her on her feet and distracted?

A/N: I normally see Jax and Pomni as a sort of brother/sister combo so I hope you don't mind me doing Funnybunny platonically instead.

A Game for Us

"Hey, Pomni! You ever gonna get out of there?" Jax' voice called out to the jester from outside, "Caine's doing roll call and getting ready for the next adventure!"

Pomni groaned as she rolled to her side, her back towards the door and pressing a pillow against her head to drown out his voice, "I don't care! I'm not going on another one of Caine's stupid [&$&$#%^] adventures!" She yelled back, muffled by her pillow, "All they do is traumatize me further!"

It went silent for a few seconds, making the jester sigh in relief as she assumed that the rabbit had simply left to join the others for the adventure. She closed her eyes again so she try to ignore the thoughts of wanting to escape or any other existential dread that was always crawling its way into her mind every day since she entered this digital nightmare.

That was until she felt herself suddenly being picked up which made her begin to struggle while punching and kicking the air as her eyes shot open in panic, "LET GO! LET GO! LET G- Ah!" She was suddenly dropped unceremoniously back onto the bed which ended up making her rolled down to the ground with a light thud, "Oww..."

There was a light scoff from above her, "Geez, I forgot how touchy you are about being touched." She turned to glare at the only one she knew had access to all of the room- a certain purple rabbit. He let out a small laugh as he smirked down at her with his yellow teeth showing as always, he lifted a hand off of one of his arms as he sent her a finger gun, "Ha! Get it? *Touchy*!" He started laughing in his own amusement, ignoring her frustrations.

She stood up, fully unamused, and adjusted her hat after it got a bit crooked during the tumble, "What do you want, Jax?" She questioned through gritted teeth, "Can't you see I just want to be alone today?" She moved back towards her bed but got blocked by a long purple arm that went in between her and her bed which caused her to hiss at him, "You enjoy those [&$^*] adventures! So, go cause your mayhem and stupid mischief there!" She tried to get past the arm but each time she was blocked.

"Eh, it sounded boring today." Jax looked down to examine his nails... that were under his yellow glove- she didn't dare question it- before grinning at her widely, "So, I decided that since you were refusing to leave the circus today then I'd drag you into playing with me!" He announced, spreading his arms out wide.

When he saw her just glaring at him in pure disinterest he continued, "Hear me out!" He rolled his eyes, "Trust me, you'll love this game." He assured her.

Pomni sighed, knowing he wouldn't leave her alone unless she at least listened. She turned to face him finally as she crossed her arms in clear irritation, "Fine. What is this 'game' you want to play?" She relented finally.

The rabbit chuckled before forcibly leading her out of her room and directed her to his own. His room was, unsurprisingly, filled to the brim with all sorts of items he could use to prank the other members of the circus but what he gestured her to look at was his bed which held multiple seemingly random items: a few banana peels, a bowling ball, cream pies, a mallet, and a few other items she's seen him use against her and others but what caught her eye was, "....is that one of Zooble's arms?" She sent him a look.

"Whaaaaat???" He cackled a bit he picked up the arm and used it as a back scratcher, "They won't need it! ...probably." He tossed it back on the bed carelessly.

The jester sent him a look skeptically before he spoke up again, "So! Here's the rules of our little game!" He announced as he picked up a purple backpack that obviously had a few items inside of it and put it onto his back, "You get to put whatever you want inside this bag-" He tossed a blue and red backpack of her own to her, which she almost dropped immediately but was able to recover, "-until it runs out of space, you can hold the mallet as that obviously wouldn't fit in that backpack." He waves off with a roll of his eyes, "Then one of us will hide while the other seeks." He explained.

Pomni frowned a bit, "So... hide and seek?" She drawled a bit, "Why would we need backpacks full of your pranking supplies then?" She eyed him with uncertainty, knowing he could easily cheat like he always does.

"Pretty much." The rabbit mused, leaning against the wall, "But instead of doing the boring thing of just tagging me once you found me, you'll have to prank me to make me 'it'. And I'm not allowed to prank you until I'm the seeker." He mused, his grin becoming a soft smirk, "Buuuut! Banana peels and whoopee cushions are only allowed for the hiders to use to trip up the seeker so if the seeker falls for one of those pranks, the hider gets a chance to run and hide again!" He clapped, "And that's the game!"

The jester stared at the pranking items on the bed before looking back at Jax who seemed very pleased with the game he invented. She was silent as she let herself think about the game and if she wanted to do it or just return to her room. She rubbed the back of her neck as she spoke slowly, "I... guess I'll play." She answered as she moved to the bed to begin filling the backpack, "...it actually sounds kind've fun." She admitted in a way that made it sound like she believed he could make anything fun.

"Right?!" He grinned at her, "Welp! I'm gonna go hide! You can come find me once you finished with your bag!" With that, he zipped away with a laugh.

Pomni watched as he left before beginning to fill her bag- she was surprised by how she was starting to feel eager to play this game now. It was odd since she really just wanted to rot away in bed earlier. Maybe Jax wasn't such an awful guy....

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A cream pie hit a cackling Jax as soon as he attempted to duck behind the barrel he was hiding behind as a laughing Pomni ended up slipping on a banana peel right after throwing the pastry.

Neither of them noticing the portal that opened up nearby and the members who did go on Caine's adventure returning one after another. Not until they heard a certain rag doll slip on a banana peel and an amalgamation yelling after they stepped on two whoopee cushions at the same which let out a loud 'farting' noise.

The jester and the rabbit both looked over at the other members, two of which looking particularly annoyed, and stayed silent for a moment before they both once again began chortling loudly, holding their sides as they were laughing so hard that it was starting to hurt.

Caine popped in a minute later, "Welcome back, super-" He stopped mid sentence as his jaw hit the ground, his mind just catching up to his eyes as he saw the way the entire area they were in was covered top to bottom in banana cream, some holes in the nearby walls and random objects, little plastic monkeys scattered all around after Jax pushed a few buckets over to mess with his fellow player and the area just being a complete and utter mess!

"What... happened here?" The ringmaster's eyes fell onto the two still giggling hyenas on the ground who were also covered in cream and even some bruises- the jester even had a couple of those plastic monkeys in her hair!

"Noth.... hehe! Nothing much!" The rabbit cackled in response.

"Haha! Just a game!" The jester grinned while laughing with a couple snorts coming out.

Caine stared at them before letting out a sigh and snapped his fingers, cleaning everything up, "Well, I suppose it's at least good that the two members of our troupe that stayed behind got to have a fun adventure of their own." He relented, a small smile coming to his face and his eyes couldn't help but gaze down fondly at the giggling jester.

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A/N: Totally didn't slip in a little showtime hint, no sir. I hope you don't mind

#the amazing digital circus #tadc pomni #tadc jax #tadc caine #tadc ragatha #tadc zooble #showtime hint #platonic funnybunny #funnybunny

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it-happened-one-fic · 1 year

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Wait For Me - Kazuha

Author Notes: I don't actually have a song I listened to for this fic. This fic actually came about while I was pondering the various difficulties that might occur if one were in a relationship with a guy like Kazuha after reading headcannons. This fic is also quite old. In fact, I wrote this fic before I wrote my other Kazuha fic. Anyhow, reader is gender-neutral in this fic. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Fluff/ romantic/ teensy bit of angst but it's alright

Word Count: 642

Townspeople always talked. Gossiping about this or that. It wasn’t odd to hear about how a couple from two villages over had recently eloped, or how so-and-so was drinking again and, “Oh his poor wife! I don’t know how she stands it.”

Gossip wasn’t strange or anything to be concerned about. But it was certainly a great deal more awkward when the hottest gossip revolved around you and a certain young man who’d been gone for months on end now.

“Do you suppose he’ll ever come back? He’d be a fool to leave someone that nice here and waiting!”

“Well, even if he does come back he’ll probably just leave again. Carried by the breeze that boy. They never should have messed with him to begin with!”

It was a conversation that seemed to constantly be circling around the town you called home and awaited his return to. Some days it was annoying, other days it was worrying.

What if they were right? What if he never returned? And if he did return, how long would he stay?

Such questions rolled around in your head and threatened to consume you on the worst of days.

The one accusation the village folks made that never caused you worry was the one about whether or not he loved you.

Because when he at last returned, as he’d done just today, and looked at you with those red eyes so full of love and affection you knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Kaedehara Kazuha loved you dearly.

And the people of the village knew it when they saw it too. Because when he was here the only comments made regarding the two of you were wistful sighs about what a perfect match you were and how lucky you were to have found such a man.

“Young love is so sweet, I remember when my husband looked at me that way.”

“And he’s so open about it! He doesn’t shy away from showing them his affection at all! They are really so lucky, the two of them.”

Such was the talk of the village while he was here, and it would stay that way until he left. Because that was how it always was.

You exhaled quietly, shuddering in the cool, salty breeze coming in off the ocean as it toyed with your hair. His arm fell gently over your shoulders, blocking some of the chilly wind and providing you with a modicum of warmth.

Warmth that would disappear the moment he left.

“How long are you going to be here this time?” It was a question you hadn’t entirely wanted to ask, but needed to hear the answer too. You needed to know how long you had in this blissful period before he left and you were alone once more.

He looked down at you, and a solemn look appeared on his face, as if he could read your thoughts. He gazed at you silently for a moment before tugging you closer and tucking you up against him, “It will be a while yet. Beidou is taking care of things in Liyue harbor and she said it would take a while.”

You nodded, leaning against him and relishing in his closeness, “And then you’ll go with them?”

He hummed, staying silent for a brief moment before at last looking you in the eyes, “Yes.”

You silently stared at each other, letting the sea breeze continue to toy with your hair as you basked in each other's presence. It wasn’t long till his gaze had softened and he spoke once more. His voice filled to the brim with affection, “Will you wait for me?”

A smile graced your features and you nodded, “Of course.”

Of course you would. You always would. Because Kazuha was worth it. He always had been, and always would be.

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exactlypinkavenue · 5 months

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She has a sister P1

(James Potter has always been obsessed with Lily Evans. But what if Lily’s sister, Rose Evans, was obsessed with James)

angst and more angst. Please do not copy this

James POV:

I get up, I shower, change and head for the Great hall. Some people find the walk from the gryffindor dorms to the great hall boring. But I definitely do not. In fact, I frankly cant quite understand how people think the opportunity to plan and think of your next brilliant day, is boring. As I push open the great hall doors, which are quite heavy by the way, I can’t help but stare at my beautiful Lily flower. Today she’s wearing a lovely red jumper, embellished with the lion of Gryffindor. She is also rocking some sexy ripped jeans, I mean would you look at those knee caps. She’s absolutely stunning, it’s like her beauty is pulling me in, I must go talk to her. “Hello my gorgeous Lily flower, soon to be wife, soon to be mother of my children. How are you doing on this fine Tuesday morning” “well I was doing fine, before you showed up that is” “oh come on, Lily flower I can’t be that bad can I?” “No, worse” I walked away with a sigh, right now might not be the best time to woo her. I walked over to my usual seat and waited for the jokes. “When are you gonna realize that she’s just not that into you mate” “I agree with Sirius, James, you been chasing after her for like six years now, it’s time to call it quits” “I heard that Nancy Dill is interested in you James, maybe you can work on that for a while” suggested Peter. “No, I want Lily, only Lily I am not giving up” classes went by faster then I expected. Mostly Because I was thinking of how to woo my precious Lily. Soon enough it was dinner time and I had the most brilliant idea.

I had just filled myself up to the brim with treacle tarts, fisherman’s pies, turkey legs, and all of the above when it was finally time to execute my brilliant plan. It consisted of the choir singing “say you, say me” by Lionel Richie, doves shooting from out of thin air, chocolate and letters that say “Lily go on a date with me” falling from the sky like rain, and myself taking my Lily on a beautiful ride around the Great Hall on my broom. Where we’ll catch chocolates and listen to the music, and she’ll say yes while holding me tight. It’ll be magical. I got up, stood on my chair, and gave three taps to my goblet. Very thing started to happen so fast I almost got forgot I had a part in this epic show. I ran to grab my broom which was at the end of the great hall, where the giant doors are, hopped on and sped towards my future bride. She was screaming by the time I was closing in on her, perhaps she was afraid I was going to crash into her. Anyway, I picked her up with one swift motion and placed her onto the broom, from there we soared high into the air, slightly turning to get a full view of the hall. She was starting to get more comfortable during our third lap so I decided now would be the best time to pop the question. “ evans, would you like to go out with me” “are you serious” I was super confused, why is she so mad I’d thought she would like my surprise, evans is complicated. “You arranged this whole thing, that is completely embarrassing by the way, and you expected me to say yes” “yes?” “Ughh, I hate you” can you believe this, out of nowhere she started slapping me, full on slapping “ you say you love me but this is not love potter, love is not pestering and annoying so that one can not have five minutes without wanting to pull their fucking hair out. Did you even care that I have a boyfriend. Did you even care about what kind of stress this puts On our relationship” she has a boyfriend, this is new news to me. “ you didn’t even know did you, ughh just put me down potter” I take us down and she basically sprints to the safety of this random guy’s arms, he’s some Hufflepuff. The choir has stopped singing, the chocolates and letters have stopped falling, and the doves actually never appeared. Everyone has left and I now have detention for two weeks. Funny how life is, the love of my life is dating someone else and living her best life while I have detention. “Mr. Potter I would like you to apologize to Ms. Evans, she has received an injury due to your.. actually I do not know what to call it” “ Lily is injured?” “No, thankfully not it’s her sister, Rose Evans. For some reason the chocolates fell most in her section, she was brutally pummeled the poor girl” she has a sister, Oh my Merlin she has a sister. My luck has suddenly changed for the better. “Where can I find her”

#james potter angst #lily potter sister #jily angst #james potter fanfiction

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7grandmel · 1 year

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Todays rip: 01/10/2023

1, 2 Oatmeal (Actual In-Game Version)

Season 3 Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume AI Also on: Dr. Pavel's How the Grinch Took Over SiIvaGunner

Ripped by Smoky

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Its officially the spooky month! To celebrate, I've prepared perhaps the spookiest thing a SiIvaGunner viewer could think of - low quality music! :OOO

In all seriousness though - as I've shown before with rips such as dame da nellerman and Sex - Steve Harvey, SiIvaGunner is filled to the brim with content not meant to simply be consumed as everyday listenable music. The aim of the channel, first and foremost, is to make people smile - and it can do so in any number of ways. The power of ironic shitposting is not one to be underestimated - especially when it has a surprising amount of effort actually put into it.

To this day I have no clue what actually led to the creation of 1, 2 Oatmeal, a bizarre and poorly-sung parody cover of Dream Land 64 from the original Super Smash Bros. (Itself an arrangement of Gourmet Race from Kirby Super Star). Its a strange piece of old internet that, thanks to everyone's favorite Super Mario 64 Funnyman - Simpleflips - has now become one of those things that just keeps appearing as donation-submitted music onto livestreams all over. I even have faint recollections of Chaze the Chat, SiIvaGunner channel creator, explicitly saying during Season 2 that he would never feature 1, 2 Oatmeal. Well, less than a year later, and we arrive here - 1, 2 Oatmeal (Actual In-Game Version). There's just something so fascinating about the lengths Smoky went to with this rip - the amount of effort placed to make the Dream Land theme sound exactly as off-key in the exact same places as the original video - without any lyrics to even attempt masking it. When compared side by side, its evident that actual research went into making sure the two lined up perfectly, and yet the end result is flat-out unpleasant to listen to.

Or, well...it *should* be unpleasant to listen to, but its just too god damn funny. Its impossible for me to listen to 1, 2 Oatmeal (Actual In-Game Version) without also thinking of all the hilarious suffering streamers like Simpleflips have gone through to the tune of the song, without picturing Smoky with the biggest smile on their face as they line the pieces together for their dastardly concoction to be released onto the world. Its a high-quality effort that's impossible for me not to appreciate even as I'm internally suffering from having to listen to it - and now I've unleashed the plague unto you folks as well.

#todays siivagunner #season 3 #siivagunner #siiva #Smoky #SmokyThrill77 #kirby #kirby 64 #simpleflips #super mario 64 #super smash bros #kirby super star #kirby music #1 2 oatmeal #Bandcamp

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multifandom1writer · 2 years

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Obey me! Replaced mc au brainrot

Mc=Noah (cause I don't like just saying mc, ik this isn't accurate btw I'm just a sucker for angst lol)

This contains explicit and harmful content, so, warning.

Part 2:

When a new student from the human realm was announced, I didn't think much of it

I thought maybe I'd get to make a new friend, hang out with them, hell maybe they could tell me everything that went on in the human realms while I was gone.

But not this

I'd never thought that she would completely take my place, it's weird saying it now.

Take my place, huh?

It was foolish of me to think I'd actually matter in their lives, their demons for fucks sake!

For all I know their waiting for the day to kill me.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time eitherway

My hand immideatly went to gently rub my throat remembering how belphegor had killed me in a brutal and slow way after I helped him escape.

Belphegor, weird, I normally just call him belphie.

Guess habits change.

I walked out of my room, messy RAD uniform and deep eyebags under my eyes, beautiful I know.

I walked into the dinning hall and everyone was with Angelica, the new student I was thinking about earlier, they were huddled around her as she told a story from the human realm.

I simply sat down and stared at my breakfast, deciding I'm not hungry I called out to beel.

He was the only one not fully engrossed in her story, simply listening while eating.

He turned his head to me and I walked over to him.

-"here, I'm not hungry bud, and your well, always hungry"- I smiled at him and silently cursed myself for the awkward phrasing

-"no, keep it."- said beel as he pushed my plate towards me.

-"beel, did you just reject food?"- I asked smiling at him, slightly nervous as to why.

-"no no, I would gladly accept it, the thing is that, I haven't seen you eat a proper meal in a week Noah"- he said as he handed me my plate, worry filled in his normally blank eyes.

-"Beel I'm fine I promise, please, take it."- I spoke through an honest smile.

-"no, you haven't been eating lunch or dinner either"- he said stubbornly as his voice raised a bit.

His brothers started to notice the commotion and slightly stared at us from time to time.

'shit, this is not how I wanted this to go' I thought to myself

-"I promise I have, I just arrive earlier than you and take it back to my room."- I spoke through a nervous aura, tensing up every few seconds

-"whenever I arrive your plate is there and served to the brim"- he spoke again, voice never flattering as he grabbed my wrist that was sliding my plate towards him.

-"well then, I didn't know that, someone must be refilling it, I'll make sure it doesn't happen again yeah?"- by this point the brothers were paying more attention to you than Angelica and were starting to grow suspicious of your odd and worrying behaviour.

You gave him your plate, waved at the brothers goodbye and left as soon as you entered.

-'Fuck..I can't go to RAD today, I can't stand the thought of confronting them, especially beel'- I thought as I ran a hand through my hair and then down my face.

I went to my room and pulled out my motorcycle keys, then the box hidden under the bed.

I made my way down the building with nobody noticing I was still there

The sound of a powerful motor echoed as I set out into the street, I admired the scenery around me but then remembered I forgot my helmet

-'Fuck it, it's fine, I normally don't ride with my helmet on'- I thought as I continued the way through the Devildom.

Blurry shops and demons all lined my view as I sped up through the busy streets.

I silently sighed as I arrived at my destination

It was a giant cliff with a barrier protecting the demons from the fall, it was very popular for it's beautiful view

I occasionally came here, normally on Saturdays on Sundays since I didn't have school those days but eh.

I doubt Lucifer will even care for a single missing day with demons missing school almost everyday

I sat down on the barrier and pulled out my stuff from the box.

Cigarettes and lighters.

I lighted one and felt the welcoming feeling of the drug invite me in.

Devildom cigarettes had 10x more effect than normal ones so as a human I fell under the influence rather quickly.

I stared at the view infront of me and stood up on the barrier

I took another puff and slightly let my thoughts wonder.

How couldn't I let my thoughts run? After all I had never been more alone.

Even in the human realm I was well known for my good grades and...devilish personality some would say.

I talked back to teachers, skipped class, did all types of drugs for whatever the reason and drank till I passed out.

I was never fully mentally stable and my body was concrete proof of that.

Scars, burn scars, littered almost every corner of my body.

There were scars on my arms and forearms, stomach, chest, legs and thighs.

I hated myself and I made sure that message got through to myself.

My scars weren't something to be ashamed of, infact I loved them, I remember I always showed them off when I was at any mental health meeting.

When this new school year rolled around that habit stopped.

Apparently me wearing a short sleeved shirt that revealed my scars was gruesome for Angelica.

I remember the day as if it was yesterday

I was walking through the halls, it was an early Saturday morning and I was wearing a shirt with no sleeves getting ready to accompany beel to the gym.

I smiled at myself in the mirror, loving the way my scars were on show.

Soon enough Angelica came in talking with mammon about who knows what

-"ready to go beel?"- I asked him with a smile he smiled back at me and said

-"yeah just one second, I left my protein drink in the kitchen"- he got on his feet and went jogging to the kitchen

I pulled my playlist up on my D.D.D and scrolled through the songs until I found one that I liked I reached for my headphones and Angelicas scream pierced through my ears.

I covered my ears while Lucifer and Satan, who had just entered the room came running to her side.

I looked at her wide eyed, wondering what caused such a reaction.

She was crying as she held her hands over her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut.

-"Angelica?! Answer me! What's wrong?!"- asked Lucifer, panic seen in his normally calm eyes.

-"T-their scars"- Angelica stuttered through tears

-"Who's scars?"- asked Satan a bit more calmly trying to understand the situation

-"Noah's! Noah's arms!, I can't bear to look at them"- she spoke once again through sobs as she sobbed into her hands

The demons heads snapped up at me, I shrugged and tried to continue my day.

Key word, tried.

Lucifer stood up straight and stared at me

-"Noah come with me, quick"- said Lucifer, I spread my arms and did a 'seriously?!' motion as I followed him

Angelica only sobbed louder as she saw the numerous scars on the other side of my arm

-"Noah!"- yelled Lucifer from the other room, a warning

I rolled my eyes as Angelicas screaming was starting to get on my nerves

-"oh suck it up! I'm the one with the scars not you!"- I yelled at her, pissed off that I was the one getting punished for something as ridiculous as this

-"NOAH!"- screamed lucifer, even madder from the other room,

-"I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME GRANDPA!"- I screamed as I left the room, the sounds of slight laughter being shot down by Angelica screaming at them for laughing as I closed the door.

-"yes, Lucifer?"- I asked, clearly annoyed as I stared at him crossing my arms, he simply scoweld at me as he slightly glared

A look I knew too well from the beggining of my first year at RAD.

-"given Angelicas reaction and your..actitude, towards it."-

-"from now on, it's mandatory for you, especifically, to wear a long sleeved shirt at all times, and I think this goes without saying but just to be clear, you aren't allowed to wear anything that shows your scars"- I stared at him in bewilderment.

All this for a girl he met a week ago?! Seriously?!

-"meaning, no shorts, no bathing suits, no exposing clothes, nothing along the lines of that"- he said as he slightly glared at me, we were the same height so it was easy for me to glare back.

I scoffed and looked at him.

-"this is fucking ridiculous, what, just because this random girl doesn't like some scars I have to change my entire wardrobe for her?! Fuck no!"- I yelled at him, I was pretty sure the other brothers could hear us two yelling but I didn't give a single shit.

I wasn't going to change everything for this random ass pretty girl I met barley a week ago.

That's absurd!

-"Yours scars are triggering for her, who knows when it might happen to another student when you decide to take off your jacket in class?!"- he yelled back at me stuff even he knew, were false and completely out of his ass.

-"Don't make me laugh! We both know the entire Devildom had seen my scars and none of them, GIVE A SINGLE FLYING SHIT"- You screamed at him, was it a bad idea? Yes Did you care? No, no you didn't

He massaged his temples with his fingers and glared at you.

-"I don't think you understand, I'm not asking you permission for this shit, I'm TELLING you, ORDERING you"- he screamed and you just scoffed at him.

-" well then! Fuck you too Lucifer! FUCK YOU TOO!"- you yelled at him, as you slammed the door on your way out.

The brothers stared at you in bewilderment and even Angelica stopped crying to give you a wide eyed look for talking back to Lucifer like that

-"not so triggering for you now, huh?"- I spoke through venom as I made my way to the kitchen where beel was packing some last minute snacks

I sighed and looked down at the joint in my hand at the memory

Smoke slowly coming out as I continued on my feet on the rail.

I couldn't believe how much this girl had affected me in less than a month.

I was forced to wear clothes I didn't like, be in charge of Angelica 24/7 since mammon barley did his job, relapsed terribly, got a terrible sleep schedule because of being forced to room with Angelica, lost motivation to do anything really, I didn't even feel hungry anymore.

Everyday Im just the walking skin of the person I used to be.

I took off the annoying sweater I had to wear, and stared at my arms, slowly rubbing my scars as a way to calm myself.

-"Nice scars yo!"- Spoke a demon on rollerblades as she sped beside me giving me a cocky smile

I smiled back and waved as a way of saying 'thank you!'

-"triggering others my ass"- i spoke softly bringing the drug between my lips before i got an idea.

I slowly sat down as I brought the burnt side of the cigarette to my arm, the feeling of burning skin brought me inner peace as I continued running it down my arm.

Blood slowly dripping as my arm got dirtied by the ash creating a gory wound behind.

The fire completely out by now as I put my sweater back, and rode to RAD, smiling to myself from the pain coursing through my arm.

As much as I didn't want to, I went to the nurse, it could get infected and that's the last thing I want to be honest, it's a pain in the ass.

After my lovely visit I went to my next class, which I regrettably had with Angelica.

-"Hey!"- she smiled at me as I arrived and sat next to her

I gave her a quick forced smiled and leaned on my arm.

Quickly shooting back as I had played down on my injured one, I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes

-"are you ok?!"- asked Angelica, worry sparkled through her features and eyes, as she held my arm gently

-"I'm fine.."- I muttered as I retreated my arm.

Angelica still looked worried and I could tell she could smell the horrid smell of cigarette on me.

I had a long week, Angelica wouldn't leave me alone, and my visits to the cliff with my lighter and cigarettes became more and more ordinary, the demon brothers pushed me away even more and we're starting to treat me horribly.

Lucifer would straight up ignore me and the only time he would speak to me was when he was screaming at me for my bad grades, oh yeah, did I mention? My grades took a downfall because of my, situation.

Mammon would steal and take my money from my room all the time, to either sell or give to Angelica, normally I wouldn't care but very important stuff has stared going missing and it's anger inducing

Levi would treat me like trash, straight to the point. Wonder what happened to the leviathan that would stay up all night playing videogames with me and would always invite me to read his magas with him.

Satan and Asmo just insulted me to no end, Asmo saying stuff about my looks and fashion sense, Satan about my likes in books and stories, judging everything about me.

Beel and belphie stayed quiet on the whole matter, they weren't close with Angelica and beel didn't really trust her so they stayed on the neutral side, but by doing that they distanced themselves away from me.

All for her.

For the shiny new girl.

Fuck them

Fuck her

And most importantly

Fuck me.

The burning of the lines became a known and welcoming feeling.

I was in my room reading a book I found in the library

I honestly couldn't care since I was more concentrated on my thoughts and burning arm than the pages filled with knowledge Infront of me.

Suddenly the room to my room shot open and I got on my feet.

An angry Lucifer followed by the worried faces of Angelica and the other siblings came into my room.

Great, what did I do now? I simply sat down as Lucifer continued glaring.

He simply slammed a box Infront of me.

Not just any box, my box.

Filled to the brim with bloody bandages, cigarettes, lighters, and bloody tissues.

I knew that if I acted surprised or looked over at my bed too see if it was the real one and not just some test it would be suspicious.

So I simply stared at the box and raised an eyebrow at him.

-"nice collection I guess"- I stated simply as I pulled out my D.D.D and started scrolling through devilgram.

-"Don't bullshit me Noah, I know this is yours"- he stated as he put his arms on my desk and leaned closer, his eyes weren't angry as I thought they would be.

They showed concern, sadness, worry.

What a joke.

I looked at him weirdly while everyone else stood stiff behind him.

"no it isn't, why would I need all that for?"- I said, pointing at the box.

I reached over and analysed the bloody bandage as if I didn't recognize the blood and smears.

Remembering how I dragged the cigarette across my arm, putting it out the farther it went, grabbing a tissue to wipe away the ashes and blood, applying the bandage over it.

Putting that ugly sweater on once again.

-"ew.."- I muttered throwing it into the box again.

Before I could retreat my hand, Lucifer reached towards and grabbed my arm.

It hurt like hell and I could feel the burns burning even more than normally.

The newest one slowly dripping droplets of blood, that have thankfully, not seeped through the fabric of the shirt and jacket I'm wearing.

-"what the fuck are you doing Lucifer"- I said, trying to break away my arm from his deadly grip but his firm hand never even flattered

-"Show us"- he spoke through gritted teeth

-"show you what exactly Lucifer?!, What do you want?!"- I asked him, taking my other arm and pulling on the other, trying to get it away from his grip.

I needed to keep a coolhead though, don't let them see you in a weak moment.

You gave up even if your brain was panicking in reality, thinking of every possible away to get away from them.

-"Come on Noah.., if ya don't have anything to hide, just show us ya arm, right?!"- spoke up Mammon since everyone else was in shock trying too see what would happen.

You stared at them.

And there she was.

In all her glory, cuddled up between the brothers on the verge of tears.

As if she was the one who was being interrogated and blamed.

As if she was the one hurting with thousands of burns on her arms.

As if she was the one drinking all her guilt away with wine and alcohol.

As if she was the victim.

I glared at Lucifer and used my magic to get him off me.

I could have used the pact but that would be suspicious, hence I barley use the pact to get the demon brothers to do something for me.

-"Jesus Christ man..."- I spoke softly as I rubbed my sore arm.

The brothers just deadpanned at me for a second but then returned to the matter at hand.

Lucifer glared and made his way around the table and Infront of me.

-"Fine then"- he turned around and glared at the group on the other side of the room

-"all of you take off whatever jacket or sweater your wearing and if your wearing a long sleeved shirt, pull it up"- he glared and everyone did as they were told immideatly

'and they say he kisses Diavolos ass godamn..'- you stared weirdly as everyone followed Lucifer's directions

He went around and checked their arms, then showing them too me.

Not a single one had a recent scar that would have been created by the stuff on the box

He circled back to me and glared as he stretched out his arm for me to give him mine.

As a last minute decision I casted a spell that allowed me to hide my scars.

I didn't do this since the beggining since there was a huge chance it might not work, hence it's a newly learned spell.

I scoffed and took off my sweater, hoping to any god or entity that it worked.

Luckily when I rolled up my sleeves, not a single scar in sight I relaxed a ton but didn't let anyone notice.

Lucifer simply examined them before he grabbed it tightly and pulled me towards him.

I tried to break free but I heard his voice, for everyone in the room to hear, especially me.

-"if you aren't hurt.., then, what's this?"- he spoke as he slowly raised his hand which was examining my arm filled with blood and burnt skin.

I stared in shock as I looked down and noticed the spell had worn off because I relaxed.

The brothers all stared wide eyed and some gasped.

Angelica broke out into tears but the brothers didn't pay any mind to it.

-'thats new'- I thought as I looked at their figures from Lucifer's shoulder since he still hadn't let me go.

He let go of my arm and hugged me and I felt him wrap his arms around me, his warm embrace brought tears to my eyes since it's been months since I felt it.

I hugged him back and hid my face in his shoulder as to not let anyone see my tears

I wanted to do nothing but make him let go of me, to scream and curse at him every profanity that came to mind.

But after finally being cared for after months of feeling nothing, felt so nice.

After that feeling of euphoria died I pushed Lucifer away and put on my jacket again.

-"Leave."- I spoke coldly as I didn't dare to meet their eyes.

-"Noah, please let us help you.."- spoke asmo carefully as he took a step towards

-"Are you all deaf, I said, Leave."- I spoke harshly once again.

-"c'mon Noah.."- spoke Mammon as he came closer.

-"why do you guys even care?!"- I yelled at them, Angelica flinching to which I just rolled my eyes at.

-"Because we care about you!"- yelled back Mammon

I scoffed and spoke -"sure you do, if you care then why have you guys been treating me like shit?"-

They all looked away knowing they were guilty

-"just admit you don't care and leave, go back to having fun with Angelica and leave me again."- I spoke as I simply glared and went to take my box.

Satan grabbed it before I could teach it and so I glared at him before walking over

-"Satan, give that back"-

-"listen, I know we..fucked up, but please give us another chance, we never knew this would happen, please."- I just grabbed the box and pulled it out of his grip.

-"yeah you guys fucked up, but you only care once stuff like this happens, what if you hadn't found the box? I'll tell you what, you would continue treating me like shit until I snapped because the guilt is eating you alive, it's not because you care or because your worried, it's so that you don't have to live with this guilt on your conscience for the rest of the year."- I knew some of what I was saying was a lie.

I could tell in their eyes they were worried and sad, that they were truly sorry.

But I wasn't going to forgive them easily.

Because part of what I said was true, they only cared once it came to this.

-"besides how did you even find the box"- I spoke harshly as I hid it again.

-"Angelica was commenting to us about how she was worried about you"- well that's new

-"and Mammon decided to look around your room too see if he could find something, then he found it..."-

You only scoffed at them before taking your backpack full of your stuff and clothes and leaving the room.

-"Noah! Where are you going?!"- spoke one of the brothers after you.

-"Purgatory hall"- you said bluntly continuing your path.

-"wait! Noah please! Let's talk things out!"- begged beel, being the only one who could keep up with you.

-"what's there to talk about?"- you muttered as you took a sharp turn

-"everything! Just please.."- Beel said as he grabbed your hands and put them to his forehead and he looked at you through tears.

-"Don't leave us..."- as some tears fell from his face

-"I'm sorry beel..but that's not your decision to make."- you pulled away and left the house of lamentation, not to be seen in a good while.

#obey me mc #obey me angst #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #leviathan obey me #satan obey me #asmodeus obey me #beelzebub obey me #belphegor obey me #fanfic

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kaigarax · 1 year

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Always

Kamado Tanjuro x Reader

Quote: “Fall in love with someone because of how bright they shine in spite of darkness.”

~Don’t stay awake for too long, don’t go to bed~

Tanjuro had never been all too interested in music but when you had offered a spot Tanjuro, much to Zinetsu’s dismay, had been the first to volunteer.

You’d been invited to play professionally for another one of those fancy parties that they held in the city. There had been countless you’d been to before but this would be your first one in a long while after the… incident.

Tanjruo wanted to make sure that you were comfortable after losing someone so important to you. He wanted to be there in case you needed someone. Plus, he enjoyed listening to you play. He admired the way you managed to create such a tune while also conveying so much emotion.

~I’ll make a cup of coffee for your head~

The song you played was the only one you had with words.

It was one you had specifically written for your younger sister when she wanted to perform with you. While she hadn’t been as inclined to the piano as you she did have a sugary sweet voice.

The words were meant to be sung by her.

But due to her absence the words were left for you to sing.

~I’ll get you up and going out of bed~

It had been so long since you’d last been able to play this song.

Tanjuro’s quite surprised that this is the song you’ve decided to play at all. It’s always been one that’s evoked so much emotion and memory.

The playing of the piano seems to become background noise as Tanjuro turns to the window beside him.

It’s raining outside just like that day.

“Please don’t let me turn into one of them.”

“I won’t.”

“No!” Wide (e/c) eyes looked deep into your own (e/c) ones with panic, “promise me.”

“Haruka. You know I-”

“Please.”

Tanjuro felt strange sitting on the sideline and watching everything unfold. You cradled your younger sister as if this would be the last time you would ever get to hold her. Actually, it likely would be if you followed through with her request.

You looked torn. Your eyes filled to the brim with tears.

You were no longer that strong willed girl that had saved Tanjuro from a demon. Now, filled with so much uncertainty and hesitation, Tanjuro wasn’t even sure if he recognized you. You’d always worn a hyori that was slightly too big for you but now it seemed to engulf your form entirely.

“(Y/n),” your sister, despite being in an immense amount of pain, was strangely calm as she said, “please.”

“Okay,” you sighed in defeat, “I promise.”

~Don’t stay awake for too long~

‘Don’t let me turn.’

‘I promise.’

~Don’t go to bed~

‘Please.’

‘Promise.’

~I’ll make a cup of coffee for you head~

‘I promise.’

SLASH

~I’ll get you up and going out of bed~

“Are you okay?” You asked, slightly nudeing Tanjuro.

Tanjuro tried his best to give you a bright smile, “yep!”

“Was my singing so bad that you had to tune me out?”

“No. It’s not that. You’re a great singer, it's just that…” Tanjuro swallowed, “don’t you think it’s too early to be back here. To be doing all these things that you’ve always done with her?”

First your eyes fill with sadness.

Your sister has always accompanied you to musical events like this one. As far as Tanjuro knew, you’d begun playing for her. You always played for her. You hadn’t even touched a piano since the incident before today.

Then they hardened into anger.

You inhaled deeply, “could you get me something to drink?”

It looked as though you were trying your best not to break down.

Tanjuro had been hesitant to leave but finally agreed when you added, “all this singing is making my throat dry.”

---

“Did you hear that she killed her sister?” Whispered a woman.

“What?” Exclaimed a second woman.

And a third asked, “the sickly one, right?”

“No, really?” The second woman gasped, “just after they reunited with each other?”

The first woman nodded, “yes. I bet it was because she was jealous of how much attention her younger sister was getting.”

Tanjuro, personally, didn’t agree with what you had done. In fact, he would have certainly chosen another option if he had been in your position. He had almost stepped in and stopped you.

The third woman shook her head as scolding a child, “I’m surprised they even let her continue being a demon slayer, much less invite her to play here.”

“I wouldn’t have even come if I were in her shoes.” exclaimed the first woman.

But he didn't know you well back then. And even if he had known you he doubts he would have done much. It wasn’t his place to say something in a moment like this.

How could Tanjuro have told you to deny your sister’s last wish?

How could he deny her last wish?

How could anyone judge you for such a thing? The circumstances were bizarre and something no one can imagine unless they’ve been put into that position themselves. There should be nothing but pity and understanding for you in their hearts.

But such was not the way of the world.

And, the kind Tanjuro could only find himself getting angrier and angrier on your behalf.

You had so quickly stopped your own time to mourn in place of playing music for them and they still had the audacity to judge you for it.

“You shouldn’t talk about things you don’t understand!” Exclaimed Tanjuro.

The gossiping women turned to Tanjuro in surprise.

Tanjuro felt his face heat up in embarrassment. He hadn’t meant to say anything out loud. It’s just that he was so upset for you that the words ended up slipping out.

The demon slayer flushed, bringing a hand to the back of his neck with an embarrassed smile, “I mean, you shouldn’t judge someone on something until you know the full story.”

Two of the women speaking about you seemed rather embarrassed themselves as their cheeks flushed red. The third woman, on the other hand, turned to Tanjuro with a cold look in her eyes, “we were just discussing the ongoings of what happened and making a comment on it. Not passing judgment.”

“You weren’t there.” huffed Tanjuro.

“Does that mean I can not talk about something unless I have witnessed it for myself?” Asked the third woman.

Tanjuro didn’t back down, “no but talking about something you don’t know makes you seem incredibly ignorant and insensitive.”

The woman’s eye narrowed in on Tanjuro.

He swallowed deeply, not wanting to dig his hole any deeper, “but who am I to determine what people should and shouldn’t talk about? I guess it’s no one but God’s place to pass judgment on people for their decisions.” Tanjuro gave a practiced smile before heading back into the music room. It was rude but there was still a task he needed to finish, plus he didn’t really want to get into an argument right before the big performance anyways.

You seemed to have begun playing something different when Tanjuro returned.

It was familiar, but Tanjuro couldn’t exactly place it.

You’d named all your songs but Tanjuro always had trouble remembering them. Music had never been his thing.

Right now, he was certain he’d heard this one before.

It was different though.

Tanjuro wasn’t exactly sure why. Maybe it sounded more… full? As if you’d added parts to it that hadn’t been there before.

You didn’t turn back to look at Tanjuro as he closed the door behind him.

He placed the water container on an empty chair before moving to take a seat beside you. Your eyes looked hazy and glazed over. So different from how they usually looked when you played. Tanjuro couldn’t blame you though.

He never would.

“I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive them,” you smiled as you continued on with the melody, “human minds tend to move into the ‘what’ rather than the ‘why’.” Tanjuro felt his anger soften but he couldn’t help but notice how your smile never reached your eyes.

“Do you forgive them?”

Your face scrunched up as if you’d been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. Eventually you replied, “I should but it’s not my place. You were the one who confronted them.”

Tanjuro laughed, “and you were the one they were talking about.”

Of course. Only you would ask him to be kind while not doing that thing yourself. Words have always been easier than actions.

“But they weren’t wrong.”

“They weren’t right either.”

You abruptly stopped playing, “have you ever heard of the story of the girl forced to constantly relive her life?”

Tanjuro shook his head.

“It was Haru…” you took a deep breath while wiping a tear from your eye. You still couldn’t say her name. “It was my sister’s favourite story. Would you like to hear it?”

Tanjuro nodded.

“It begins with a curse placed on an ordinary girl. Everytime she dies her mind goes back to this point in her life and she has to redo everything over and over again until she can do it perfectly.” you explain, “eventually, in one of the timelines, she tells a boy of what is happening to her. So the boy tries his best to make everything right for her but he ends up going crazy.”

“I won’t go crazy by telling people not to speak ill of you.” sighed Tanjuro.

“But it shouldn’t be your problem to fix at all.”

Tanjuro smiled, taking your hand in his own, “do you know why the boy in the story tried to fix her problems for that girl?”

“Do you?”

“I think it’s because he cared for her.”

“But he shouldn’t lose himself because of her.”

“But what kind of person would he be if he never did anything at all?”

You suddenly looked speechless. You opened your mouth to speak but nothing seemed to come out. It might have even made Tanjuro laugh if he hadn’t been so serious. You needed to know that you weren’t alone. That you absolutely didn’t deserve all this pain.

If you found yourself shrouded in darkness then he would be the light to guide you out. He would stand strong because no one deserves to linger alone in the night.

When your eyes begin to get glassy Tanjuro begins to feel panic well up. Had he gone too far? Was he being rude now?

Tanjuro cleared his throat, “I brought your water.”

“Thank you.”

The pitter patter of the pain has died down and Tanjuro can hear the chatter of the soon to be audience as he scrambles to bring the water to you. You’ve been alone so long that you’ve seemed to have forgotten what it means to have someone standing there beside you. Tanjuro may not have known you for a very long time but he knows for certain that he wants to be there for you.

He hopes that you’re not as emotional when it comes time to play. He’s seen how horrible people can be and he doesn't want you to experience that while they can see your reaction. He can already imagine how much pain it would put you through.

When Tanjuro hands you the water he’s surprised by how determined you look.

Sunlight streaming in through the window, now that the rain has stopped, lights you up from behind. It highlights the different shades of colour in your hair. Tanjuro suddenly finds that he has the urge to run a hand through your hair. He wondered if your hair feels the same way that rays of sunlight would. It looks soft.

Your eyes are bright and determined, the sunlight bringing out flecks of gold. Tanjuro thinks that all different eye colours have a gold gleam to them but none seem to shine the exact same way yours do. With so much life and hope. Tanjuro almost finds himself envious of how hopeful you’re able to be.

You’re smiling slightly too. You’re really pretty when you smile like that. It sends a fluttering chest in Tanjuro’s stomach. A feeling akin to how one might feel right before opening a present. Excited, nervous and happy.

There are no words Tanjuro thinks are worthy of describing you unless those words are brilliant and bright. You shine brightly. Almost brighter than the very sun itself.

“Thanks Tanjuro,” you smile, “and not just for the water.”

Tanjuro feels as though his heart skipped a beat as he hears his name from your voice. He isn’t exactly sure why but it can’t be a bad thing, right?

“You're welcome!” Says Tanjuro.

When you finish your sip of water you place it back down beside you.

After resettling yourself, your hands hovering over the keys of the piano, you ask, “any request?”

Tanjuro snaps to attention having, once again, not heard your question. It’s for a different reason this time though.

“Tanjuro?”

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Is there anything you’d like me to play?”

“Oh, how about that same melody you were playing when I came in?”

You smile, “sure.”

“So,” Tanjuro moved back to his previous spot, “you changed it right? It wasn’t just me?”

“Yes,” you let out a small chuckle, “it’s not just you.”

Fall in love with someone because of how bright they shine in spite of darkness.

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #Kimetsu no Yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kamado tanjiro x reader #100 ways to fall in love

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tbuddahh · 2 years

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Simplicity

It still surprises her, waking up each morning, warm sunlight filtering through the bedroom window dancing across her eyelids, no fear of the apocalypse clawing at her nerves. After the last few years it seems more unusual to feel safe and secure than to be constantly afraid that her loved ones are in danger. Every morning Joyce wakes, takes a deep breath, and finds that she needs to remind herself that they are all safe. They are all ok. They are all home.

Hop is almost always awake before her, and she knows it’s partly habit, partly nightmares that still drag him out of his slumber in the wee hours of the morning. Sometimes she wakes to him tossing and turning, cradles his face in her hands and wakes him, holds him, listens to him whisper about the demons he can’t quite destroy. Those nights, after speaking the horrors out loud, he tends to find a peaceful sleep, their arms and legs tangled beneath their cotton sheets.

Today is a typical day. The sunlight determined to have Joyce’s eyes opening blearily, arms stretching, the bed empty beside her, but Hop’s presence sensed through the smell of brewing coffee wafting to her nose. She rises and dresses for the day, brushing her dark locks before quickly applying some mascara and lipstick to her face and heading toward the aroma floating from the kitchen.

She smiles when she sees him, his back towards her as he busily pops waffles into the microwave. Joyce always thought he looked handsome in his uniform, but now that they are together, she feels no guilt letting her gaze travel his body. That’s just what she does as he finishes his task, until he turns, meeting her eyes with a raised eyebrow.

“Just how long have you been standing there ogling me, Joyce?” Jim questions, a smirk pulling at his lips. He’s started to fill out a bit, the skin and bones that came back from Russia finally gaining back some flesh.

She laughs, walking towards him, her arms lifting to wrap around his neck, “can you blame me?” She lifts onto her toes, and he bends his head for a kiss, a simple chaste thing because there are already footsteps sounding down the hallway.

“Hey Mom, Hop.” Jonathan nods towards them, making his way to the plate of cooling waffles. “I’m going to meet Nancy this morning. Anything you need me to pick up while I’m out?”

She’s not sure she’ll ever get used to this, the simple domesticity of their lives now. It only seemed natural, after everything that happened, for them to find a home together, one of the few still standing in Hawkins. Hop and her bought this lovely ranch home way below value because, well, what kind of idiot would buy a home in Hawkins. Of course they have the benefit of knowing the evil that threatened to destroy the town is finally and undeniably defeated.

Joyce shifts from her position next to Jim, grabbing a mug and filling it to the brim with coffee before leaning against the kitchen counter.

“I can’t think of anything, Jonathan, but thanks.” She feels a swell of admiration for her sweet boy. He’s grown into such a thoughtful young man, and she can’t help but take a little pride in the man he’s become.

Hopper moves towards her, his arm coming around her shoulder with a gentle squeeze. She’s noticed neither of them can seem to stop touching one another since his return. It is almost like they both need a tangible reminder of their current reality, like neither of them can quite believe it.

“I can drive you on my way to work.” Hop offers to Jonathon as El and Will make their way into the kitchen, sleepily heading towards the plate of waffles with mutual grumbles of good morning. She knew they were up too late playing board games, but who is she to begrudge them the normalcy of a late night of fun with friends. Normalcy that is long overdue.

As the two younger members of the household delve into waffles drowning in syrup, Jonathon finishes his last bite and tells Hopper he’ll take him up on the lift to the Wheeler’s house.

Hop nods, tilting his head back to finish the last swig of coffee in his mug. He brings it to the sink, washes and dries it while Jonathon dons his jacket and shoes. Joyce sets down her own mug, taking in the moment, her children safe, the sweet smell of syrup mixing with bitter notes of coffee. She can hardly believe it and sometimes the simplicity of it all brings tears to her eyes.

“Mom,” Jonathan brings her back from her trance, his arms circling her small frame in a tight embrace, “I’ll see you later.” He says, and she kisses his cheek.

“I love you. Be safe.” She replies, her mantra anytime one of her children leave the house.

Hop slides in next, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, his arm wrapping around her waist, and just as he pulls away the words drop from her mouth, “I love you. Be safe.”

He pauses, his hand still at her hip, and her mouth drops open, her brain catching up to her words. Yes, she loves Jim Hopper. She’s loved him for longer than she’d care to admit, but this is the first time she’s said it, the first time either of them has actually used those words.

The moment seems to freeze, the kids’ eyes all finding Joyce’s blushing cheeks, and then Hop is leaning in again, brushing his cheek to hers, his mouth so close to her ear it tickles when he whispers, “I love you too, Joyce.”

The smile pulls at her lips slowly until she is beaming, smiling brightly as she rises on her toes to drop one more kiss to his lips before Jim’s out the door, Jonathan by his side, Will and El giggling over their waffles. She reaches for her cooling mug, lifts it to her mouth, and she just can’t seem to stop smiling.

#jopper #jopper fanfiction #jopper fic #jopper fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #jim x joyce #joyce byers #joyce x hopper #jim hopper #the first i love you #because i needed this

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hqmillioncorn · 7 months

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The Forecast calls for an 100% chance of Love!!!!

"Wait a minute!!" Tilika stopped Babycorn just short of going out the door. "Let me take a look at you." She turned Babycorn around to face her. A pair of oversized pink glasses covered her face. They were oversized because they were Tilika's glasses. "That's your disguise?!" Babycorn nodded, "Yuppers!" she winked. "Yup-yup!" Cherrypit tried to wink but he just closed both his eyes. Ever since last year, Babycorn had to attend Valentiones in disguise just to avoid being surronded by potential suitors. Or 'pesky bugs' as Pupusa liked to call them. Tilika sighed, maybe covering her eyes would be enough? She hoped.

i wanted to write Butter Moontide belongs to @windupnamazu

It was a sunny day in Gridania, on a very busy day.

And on that very busy day, a lone Vierafell walked forward, on a mission.

A mission of love!

With a heart full of determination, Butter placed his hand on the city’s aetheryte and let himself be carried over to the center of Gridania’s Valentione’s celebrations. In his hands was the most important thing of all. A metal cookie tin. That rumbled with every wary step that Butter took forward.

The cookie tin was filled to the brim with hand baked sugar cookies.

They weren’t just any regular sugar cookies baked by Butter however, oh no. These sugar cookies were special, they had been baked exactly a week ago to the day. Then they had been left outside to continue to bake in the sun for almost a whole day before being brought back in.

The incredibly specific reason for why Butter did this exactly all came back to a certain day when he had forgotten his freshly baked plate of cookies outside on a picnic table.

In his defense, Pancake had fallen down and scraped her knee while playing tag and that took priority over some cookies he had just made. Then after he had brought Pancake inside to bandage her knee up the cookies simply continued to slip his mind.

Until Babycorn wandered in, carrying a familiar plate in her hands and eating an equally familiar looking cookie. Cherrypit walked beside her. He was munching on a cookie in his oversized sleeves, much like a hamster would snack on a sunflower seed.

There was a huge smile on Babycorn’s face as she continued to eat cookies after cookie. Seeing such an expression on Babycorn was a rarity, especially for someone as grumpy as her.

“These cookies are so yummy!” Butter overheard her talking with Cherrypit. “They’re so tasty…” She paused, “I wonder who made them…?”

As Babycorn walked away, Butter could feel a tightness in his chest. There was nothing he wanted to do more than to tell her that those were his cookies, he had been the one to bake them! But no matter how hard he wanted to, he remained silent.

…That was until today!!

Today-! After years of building up courage, Butter was finally going to tell Babycorn that he had been the one to make those cookies she loved so much so many years ago.

This sudden burst of bravery came as a result of his spontaneous confession a few months ago.

Butter never could have imagined he could ever ever work up the courage to tell Babycorn how he felt but now here he was! Twirling in place, with a metal tin full of cookies ready to talk with his crush and ask her if she wanted to hang out later too.

He was now more confident than ever! Especially with the super secret intel he received yesterday. His super secret special intel, also known as Lunya Lanya, had let him know that Babycorn had told her that she would be running around Gridania today.

Apparently looking for any chocolate hearts that came from the ground, as Babycorn still didn’t really understand that sometimes people dropped their chocolate and she shouldn’t be eating them. To which Lunya told her to quit it about five years ago already but if there was anything Babycorn Corn was famous for, it was not listening.

Even amidst the sea of people crowding around the Amphitheater Butter could still spot Babycorn from a mile away. There was a certain way the pom-pom on her head bounced when she walked, Butter had no idea why so many people hadn’t noticed this about her.

As Butter gently maneuvered around so many people (because twelve forbid he bump into people!!!!!!!!!!! 🥺) he still audibly apologized to ever person and object he gently grazed. Until his eyes finally fell upon the cutest little pom-pom swaying back and forth in a sea of people.

In an instant Butter felt the butterflies in his stomach start to do backflips and frontflips.

As Butter walked closer and closer he started to wonder why he wasn’t running back home and hiding under the covers to write in his diary about his perfect wedding with Babycorn. So far he had the decorations all thought out and the flowers picked out too, and if he ran away now maybe he could even come up with invitation design ideas.

Then before Butter knew it he was standing right in front of her. When he realized he was, Butter let out a little squeak in surprise.

Cherrypit was the first to notice Butter, “Butts!! Butts!” He was wearing a fluffy pink coat that dragged on the ground where he walked. It was all covered in mud and dirt but Butter had a feeling that neither he or Babycorn really cared about that.

“It’s Butts! Bababababuuts!!” Cherrypit cheered. He stretched his arms up at him, trying his best to ask Butter if he could pick him up.

Butter smiled and set his gift for Babycorn down, making sure to keep an eye on it as he picked Cherrypit up with a small bounce. Cherrypit giggled and pressed his hands on Butter’s face. They were a little covered with mud and dirt after he had tried to make a dirt castle but Butter didn’t mind too much.

“Hi Cherry! Happy Valentiones day!”

“Butts!! Happy Valenntiooo day!” Cherrypit smiled and pointed over to where he had come running from. “Bebe! Bebe over there!” Sure enough Cherrypit was pointing right at where Butter had seen Babycorn standing earlier.

Babycorn was sitting on a stack of wooden boxes and talking to someone much taller than all three of them. Judging from the clothes they were wearing they were someone that worked for House Valentione.

There was also something about his outfit that seemed strangely familiar. Like he’d seen it somewhere before.

Or at least, he’d seen the top half of the outfit somewhere before. Oh well.

This mysterious stranger was smiling, eyes closed and moving their head back and forth, looking at the people walking past him. On occasion he would back at people that waved at him, wishing them a good day and answering any questions they had. All while Babycorn kept talking to him and only him.

…She was really talking a lot and really fast too.

Butter noticed the corner of his smile twitch. What was all that about?

Cherrypit wiggled in Butter’s arms as he called out to his sister. “Bebe! Bebe!” It looked like he got bored of being carried by Butter and wanted to go back to sitting by Babycorn. Being a small little baby meant that Cherrypit had a very short attention span and often changed his mind about things in a flash. This was something Butter and pretty much everyone else that lived with him were used to already.

Then just as Butter was about to set Cherrypit down on the ground, he noticed that Babycorn stopped talking and looked right at him.

Their eyes met and for a moment Butter could have sworn he heard a choir of angels singing around him. There was something about the pair of huge pink glasses on her face and the fluffy white coat she was wearing that was sending Butter’s heart fluttering.

Babycorn blinked. “Butts?!” A wide smile crossed her face, “Butts!! It’s you!! You're heeeeere~!” Babycorn jumped off the boxes she was standing in and ran right towards him. The valentiones-dressed man that she had been sitting next to almost collapsed in relief now that Babycorn was busy not talking his ears off.

Butter was so off guard at the sight of Babycorn smiling that he completely forgot about the part where he had to put Cherrypit down onto the ground.

Not that Cherry really minded, from the way that he was laughing and kicking his feet at supersonic speed it was pretty clear he was having fun.

Babycorn stopped just short of running right into Butter’s face. “Hi Butts!!” she yelled directly into his face despite being right in front of him. She was just really excited to see him, you know???

Once Babycorn greeted him, that was all that Butter needed to snap him out of his daze. He shook his head and quickly put Cherrypit down, leaving him to run right next to Babycorn where he sat down on the muddy ground and looked up at her.

Butter picked up the cookie tin and quickly placed it behind his back, “H-Hi Babycorn!!” he darted his eyes back and forth in the most unsuspicious way possible. A million questions began flying around his head. What was the best way to give Babycorn his present?! Was she even going to like it?! What was she reaching behind her back for?!

Wait-

“Happy Valentiones day Butts!!!” Babycorn had swiftly pulled out a giant heart shaped box and presented it to Butter. “I got this for you!!”

“For you!” Cherrypit raised his hands and repeated after her.

Butter was speechless, he could feel his face getting hotter and hotter. He yelled at himself to cut it out because that would just make Babycorn worry he had a fever again! “I-I-! Thank you!! Babycorn!” The present was a bright red color and had a dark red ribbon wrapping it shut. It looked so nice, almost a bit too nicely wrapped for Babycorn of all people to have done it.

Babycorn giggled, “Are you surprised?!” The expression on her face switched, making her look a little more haughty than usual. Butter would be lying to himself if he wasn’t into it woah what who said that.

“Heh-heh!” There was a twinkle in Babycorn’s eyes. "I’ll have you know that I ’ve actually been studying really hard for today!” She decided to hit pause on her unreasonable bragging to put down her gift and instead reach into her backpack to pull something completely different out. “Here! Here! Let me show you!”

Butter watched as Babycorn continued to look through her backpack for a good long while.

After a bit of staring he noticed the backpack was staring back up at him. It gave him a little wave with one of its loose straps. Butter happily waved back, hoping that Babycorn would be able to find what she was looking for.

“Ah-ha!” Babycorn shouted.

“Ha-ha!!” Cherrypit cheered after her.

Out of her backpack Babycorn began pulling out book after book after book, until she was holding about six of them in her arms. Cherrypit decided he wanted to help too and began stacking a few of them on his head.

“Look! See? See?!” Babycorn stepped towards Butter and tried her best to flip the books in her arms around so her good friend Butter could see their covers.

Babycorn was actually holding most of the books upside down, but Butter could still tell that most of them were romance novels. What else could they be when one of them had two people kissing on it, while another on had people that somehow had less clothes on than B’ig Nunh usually did.

That, speaking of, was also on the cover of one of the books. Weirdly enough.

Butter still didn’t really know how he felt about the guy. But whatever, now wasn’t the time to think about that Limsa cat boy.

Babycorn opened one of the books and flipped through some of the pages. The rest of the books she had been holding dropped to the ground where they were picked up by Cherrypit who quickly added them to the stack of them on his head.

“I’m still not very good at reading so Airy still has to read some of them to me!”

“Oh! If you want I can try to read some of them to you too!”

Babycorn’s face lit up, “Really?! Do you mean it?!” Whenever she had asked anyone if they wanted to read these types of books with her no one except for Airy had ever wanted to!!

“Yeah! Of course!” Butter smiled.

“Groovy! Then it’s a date!”

“O-Oh?! Y–Yeah!! I guess it is…” Butter laughed, trying to cover up how much he wanted to roll back what he had agreed to. Back during the fair Babycorn had made it clear that she was giving Butter the chance to ‘woo’ her and if going on dates counted towards that, then he was way more than happy to go on them.

“Far out!!” Babycorn cheered, throwing her book into the air. Conveniently it happened to land right onto the stack that Cherrypit was creating on his head.

“Yay!” Cherrypit yelled. Right before he jumped and threw all of the books back into their backpack using the several hands that sprouted from his back.

With all that out of the way, Babycorn picked up Butter's present from the ground. She was kind of pleasantly surprised with herself that she hadn't forgotten about the present entirely. Then again this was an important present. It was for her good friend Butter!!

Of course she'd never forget.

Babycorn held the heart shaped box towards Butter, once again. "Here! This is for you! I hope you really really like it!" For some reason Babycorn found herself bashfully looking away. Though once she caught herself doing that she quickly corrected her little blunder.

"Babycorn..."

Thankfully for Butter, he didn’t have to come up with a way to take the present from Babycorn, not while his present for her was still in his hands. Because just after a few seconds of holding it out for him-Babycorn opened the heart shaped box herself. “Here let me show you what’s in it!!” Babycorn grabbed the top of the box and pulled as hard as she could on it, which evidently still wasn’t enough to open it.

“Um.” She looked at Butter, then back at the box. “Give me a second.” With a nervous laugh, she turned around to face Cherrypit with a pleading smile. She bent down and placed the box underneath one of his sharp teeth and pulled it towards her. The box finally opened with a pop and a giggle from Cherrypit, who always found it really fun to be used as a bottle opener.

Or in this case a box opener.

Babycorn laughed maniacally to herself and stomped her feet in place, “Okay! Okay! Okay! It’s open! Ehehehehe!” Though she had full intention of showing her gift to Butter, she was ironically just way too excited to concentrate on actually doing it.

Instead Babycorn was just giggling to herself and thinking about how much Butter would love his gift.

Butter thought it was really cute.

Suddenly Babycorn’s eyes snapped open. “OH! RIGHT!!!” Babycorn twirled around and ran right up to Butter (again) almost crashing right into him (again.) “Peep this!! I picked all of them myself!” She smiled, the corners of her cheeks were pushing her glasses up slightly. A small detail that Butter couldn’t help but notice.

Butter looked down at Babycorn’s gift, it looked just like any box of chocolates would have. Except that there were no chocolates.

Instead the box was full of completely random and assorted things. “I ate all the chocolates inside and put a bunch of super hip things inside!!” Babycorn beamed, she pointed at the first of many things she had stuffed inside. “This is a leaf I thought looked pretty and that’s a dead bug I tried to make a bed for but I kinda killed it oopsie! And that’s some dust that fell on my nose and made me sneeze and that’s a rock I found on the ground when I tripped and chipped my tooth a few days ago!”

Babycorn suddenly stopped short of finishing her explanation.

“Huh?” Butter looked up at Babycorn, “Is there something wrong?”

Then without warning Babycorn grabbed something from the box and stuffed it into her mouth. Still chewing, she looked back at Butter, “Sorry! I saw a chocolate I didn’t eat so I had to eat it before I gave it to you!” She smiled, bits of chocolate were all over her face.

Butter smiled, “It's a good thing you saw it when you did then! Thank you!” Then he decided that now was as good a chance as ever. He held out his hands, holding the cookie tin out towards Babycorn. “I also got you something! I really hope you like it!” Butter closed his eyes. For what reason? He couldn’t possibly come up with a reason.

He was just nervous, despite everything that had happened since last year.

“Ah?” Babycorn looked at Butter and then at the box he was holding. “Is that…Is all that really for me?”

Butter nodded, his eyes were still closed. “I-I made it for you! For today! Because I…” All of a sudden, a wave of confidence surged through Butter.

He felt as if-he could really do this! Well. He was currently doing it already but like-he was really gonna make it happen!! “I made these because…I really like you! So I hope you like them!”

Butter looked up at Babycorn, try as he might and even if he wanted to, he couldn’t stop looking at her. There was just something about the way her eyes were sparkling while she was looking at him.

And there was something about the way Butter looked that Babycorn couldn’t stop staring at.

“T-Thank…you?” It surprised her that she had so much trouble saying that. Normally when people rushed up to her to give her gifts and declare their love towards her she had no trouble thanking them for their troubles. Then she would just move on and eat whatever goodies they had given her.

But then why…?

ba-bump ba-bump

Babycorn felt her face get warm.

ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump

Butter carefully opened the tin of cookies and the smell of stale sugar cookies filled the air around them. “Um…Do you remember those sugar cookies you ate a really long time ago? Well…I was actually the one that made them! So I decided to make them again for you!”

“That was you…?!”

ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump

“Yeah!” Butter nodded, “I’m sorry I never told you but I was a little scared to! N-Not scared of you! But just scared of you finding out I liked y-you…” His voice was getting smaller with every word he said. Butter didn’t even notice that Cherrypit had jumped up to grab a handful of cookies out of the tin to eat them.

“Like…me…?” Babycorn’s hands gripped the edges of her present to Butter. “You…You were really telling the…”

ba-bump

Suddenly Babycorn hands let go of the chocolate box, as her hands flew to cover her flushed cheeks instead. Then with a single “EEEEHHHHHH????” Babycorn fainted and fell back onto the ground.

“Babycorn?!” Butter quickly handed over the cookies to a very eager Cherrypit. “Are you okay?!” He noticed that Babycorn’s face was unusually warm when he reached out to touch it with his hand.

“Woaahh..aababhhwauaubbwah…” Was all that Babycorn managed to mumble out.

As Babycorn’s eyes continued to swirl around, her thoughts were filled with the passage that Airy read to her yesterday. Though it was kind of foggy in her head, Babycorn did recall how in the book the heroine had received a gift from the hero who would turn out to be her true love. Who loved her, above all else.

“L-Love…?”

Butter’s ears twitched. “Huh? What was that?”

Babycorn’s mouth formed a faint smile. “W-Woo…”

#writing #Butter #Babycorn #Cherrypit #buttercorn #I GUESS #i wanted to do something with babycorn for valentiones but past few days i ve been going throiugh it as they say #anyway babycorn fact: she often buys out entire shelves of romance novels in bookstores sometimes big nunh is on them #shes doesnt think shes in love she thinks shes dying #anyway go butts you can do it #also cherrypit is here and hes having a fun time #babycorns like does research in BIG quotations on things she doesnt know but when she actually experiencies those things #shes left blindsided its like WOAH........ WHAT??

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cloudlessly-light · 2 years

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But until the sunrise, hold tight - chapter 5

A/N: Updating a day early because tomorrow will be a bit crazy for me, hope you like it!

Summary: There were too many reasons why he shouldn’t give in to his attraction towards Emily Prentiss. But all those reasons he’s spent months focusing on disappears the moment he finds himself alone with her in a motel room.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Angst, cheating,

October 2007

The following day she walks into the bullpen with a heavy feeling. She wasn’t ready to face him, it had only been a few hours, barely any time to process what had happened. She didn’t dare look towards his office but knew that he was in there, instead she zeroed in on the coffee in the kitchenette, not even bothering to leave her bag at her desk. She could do this, she tried to remind herself, she was trained to not show her feelings.

“Whoa, long night?” Derek slides in beside her, too cheerful, too imposing.

“You could say that.” She mutters as she reaches for the coffee pot and a mug, fills it to the brim and takes a long drink without looking at him.

“Wanna tell me about it?” He wiggles his eyebrows and smiles but when Emily gives him nothing but a blank stare his expression quickly changes to one of concern and he strokes her arm. “Hey, you okay?”

“Fine.” She smiles, but knows immediately that he sees right through it. Luckily he doesn’t have a chance to ask her again, JJ walking towards them with determined steps.

“Case. Round table room.” The look on her face lets them know that it’s bad and they’re both quick to follow her.

She’s just sat down when Spencer enters the room, a smile on his young face.

“Happy birthday Emily!” He greets her and she sees the way Aaron tenses in her peripheral. He had forgotten that today was her birthday, not that Emily really minded. She hadn’t celebrated her birthday in years.

“Oh so that’s why you’re tired. Someone got a late birthday gift?” Derek gives her a nudge and smiles brightly at her and she forces a chuckle in return.

“Yeah, something like that. Thank you.” She smiles at Spencer but she can feel his dark eyes on her, piercing her skin as she tries to keep her emotions at bay, tries to not let him know just how much she’s hurting.

“Happy birthday.” Aaron mumbles and for the first time since she’s gotten to work, their eyes meet.

“Thank you.” She knows her tone is anything but genuine and that he picks up on it immediately, he knows that what she’s really saying is fuck you.

****

She ends up next to him on the plane and she thinks that this must be the universe’s twisted way to get back at her. She focuses on the file in her lap, listens intensely as Spencer tells them about arsonists and ignores that his cologne is filling her nostrils.

She’s not surprised that she’s paired with Derek, nor that Aaron decides to go to the station while she and Derek are going to the crime scene. They needed distance from each other, she knew that. But that didn’t mean that her chest didn’t ache when they locked eyes, or that she was sure he had to force himself not to reach for her as they left the jet.

****

“Prentiss, do you mind telling me what’s going on?” Derek asks as Emily once again snaps at him, her mood still sour, and had only gotten worse throughout the day.

“Like you said this morning, rough night.” She rummages through what’s left after the fire, looking for any evidence that the killer might have left behind.

“You know that you can talk to me right? If something is bothering you. Is it the birthday blues?” His large hand lands on her shoulder and she lets it comfort her for a moment before turning to face him.

“I can’t talk about this.” She gives him a sad smile and he slowly nods.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” He offers, eyes not leaving her, eyebrows knitted together as he takes in his friend.

“No, but I’ll let you know if I think of something.” She smiles then, a real smile that reaches her eyes and Derek finds himself relaxing slightly.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“When we get back, I’m taking you out for a birthday drink.” He can tell that she’s about to object but he quickly cuts her off “And you’re not allowed to say no.”

She looks at him, can feel herself give into her friend and she appreciates that he’s doing what he can to cheer her up, without even knowing what the problem was. She’s pretty sure that if he knew, things would have been different.

“A drink sounds good.” She concedes and Derek’s bright smile makes her laugh, somehow feeling a little lighter.

****

They manage to catch the unsub in three days, and it’s been three days of torture for Aaron. He felt lost as he watched Emily from across the room, wanted to reach out to her, wanted to take away the hurt he saw on her face when she thought no one was looking. That was the problem, he always managed to find her, to seek her out even in the most crowded spaces. When he realized that he had ended things on her birthday he wanted to kick himself, he had known about her birthday, had even bought a gift that was still in a drawer in his desk back at Quantico.

He knew he was being unfair, that he hurt her and his body ached with the guilt as he watched her close herself off, become the woman he once had been weary of. She kept a safe distance, he did too. But he wanted to talk to her, wanted to apologize, wanted her to know that he never meant for things to go this far. He wanted her to know that she had been right.

“Are you ready to get out of here?” JJ asked as she pulled things down from the board to be neatly sorted into boxes.

“Yes, have you talked to the pilot?” He tried to push her out of his head for now, tried to ignore that she was in his line of sight as she talked to one of the cops across the room.

“Yeah, standing by and ready when we are.” She smiled at him but he was barely meeting her eye. She wasn’t stupid, she knew that something was going on with him, that something had been going on for months, but she hadn’t dared voice it. “Hotch, are you okay? You seem… distracted.”

“I’m fine.” His eyes narrowed at her and she visibly gulped. They were close, they were closer than most people thought, but sometimes it was hard to know where the lines from friend to subordinate crossed.

“Okay.” She pulled another picture from the board, changed her focus from him to the work and she could hear him sigh.

“Haley is unhappy.” He didn’t really know why he told her, but he couldn’t deny that telling someone felt like relief.

“Are you happy, Hotch?” She never beat around the bush with him, it was one of the things he admired about her but he didn’t answer. JJ turned back to him, her blue eyes staring at him with nothing but comfort. “She loves you, you love her, but sometimes even that isn’t enough.”

He didn’t know what to say to that. Instead he looked across the room and found Emily still talking to the same cop.

“I want to be out of here within the hour.” He ordered quietly and without missing a beat JJ nodded, the conversation was over.

November 2007

It had been almost four weeks since that night in her apartment. It had been four weeks spent avoiding each other, careful excuses not to be paired together, few words exchanged between them. She could still feel something break inside of her at the memories of him, of his soft touch and teasing smile when he made fun of her cooking. She missed him and she hated herself for it.

Somehow they made it work, they worked the cases and stayed clear of each other. But Aaron could still feel himself longing to feel her skin, to hear her laugh at something he said. He’s at home and ignores that Haley has another mark on her skin that was not from him, ignores that he dreams of dark hair and flushed skin as he sleeps next to his wife. He had ended his affair but he knows that Haley hasn’t and he doesn’t care. It should make him walk away, should make him angry, but all it does is make him want Emily more.

“Aaron, are you hiding something from me?” Haley asks one night as they lay in bed, neither of them asleep as they pretend they aren’t keeping distance from each other.

“I’m fine, why do you ask?” He stares at the ceiling, knows that she is as well.

“You’ve been home more but you seem… sad.” She has known him for so long that he sometimes forgets that she can read him better than anyone.

“I’m okay.” He turns to look at her then, gives her a chance to come clean when he’s too afraid to. “Are you hiding something from me?”

It’s only there for a split second, but he catches the way she tenses even in the dark. Then she faces him and he almost believes her when she speaks.

“No honey, why would I do that?”

They turn away from each other at the same time, silence again filling their bedroom. He knew that he lost his chance to tell her when Jack starts crying from his bedroom and she’s up and out of bed before he’s even had time to lift the covers.

November 2007

“I am sorry.”

The words are spoken quietly but in the silence of the empty office they seem loud, almost unbearably so. She looks up from the file she’s working on and she realizes that they’re completely alone, the hour late. Aaron is standing above her on the catwalk, dark eyes filled with something she’d only call anguish and in a twisted way it makes her feel better.

“You made me the other woman. Made me think maybe we could be more than that.” She says calmly, almost resigned to the fact and he lets out a heavy breath as his eyes fall to the floor.

“I know. It’s been unfair to you, it’s unfair to Haley.” When he looks back at her, he sees her bottom lip trembling and he fights the urge to walk down towards her. “I am sorry,” He says again because he is, he hates that he’s hurt her “I’m sorry for everything.”

For a few seconds she doesn’t say anything, the silence thick with tension until she sighs. She forces the tears away, lets the word sit with her for a moment before looking back at him.

“It wasn’t like I didn’t know you were married. Whatever we did together, I was a part of that.” She conceded, because as much as she would have loved to blame all of this on him, she was also to blame. “I made mistakes as well. And,” She ignores the way her voice wavers slightly “I am sorry too.”

That’s when he moves, quickly walking down the stairs until he’s standing in front of her and she stands up, not wanting him to tower over her. He doesn’t touch her and she doesn’t reach for him.

“I want you here.” He tells her and he can see the way her eyebrows furrow in confusion “I don’t know what you’ve been thinking but I want you to know that I don’t want you to leave this team. I want you to stay and I want us to work through this.”

“I’ve never thought about leaving.” She answers truthfully. He’s closer to her than he’s been in weeks and the familiar scent of his cologne is as comforting as it’s hurting.

“We’ll be okay?” He asks and he can feel himself leaning closer to her, the warmth of her skin calling to him.

“We’ll be okay.” She doesn’t know if that’s the truth. But she wants it to be. With a soft breath she pulls back, moves to grab her bag to put some distance between them because she knew she wouldn’t be able to resist him, her fingers twitching to touch him. “See you tomorrow, Hotch.”

He nodded and stepped back as well. She hadn’t called him Aaron since that night in her apartment and he missed the way it sounded coming from her lips. That was his last thought as he watched her walk through the glass doors. He missed her.

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