#mending relationship

[kiwi2229]

It was supposed to be only Tumblr post. It got out of hand somehow, but I love it. This is the scene I wanted to write on Tumblr, rest of it you can find on my ao3 :)

Regulus spends another hour just looking at the big black dog who didn’t move from his side. As soon as Regulus calmed the dog lay right next to him pressed against his leg.

“Don’t leave me,” Regulus whispered. The words just bubble from him, and he doesn’t have it in him to care. The dog lifts his head to look at him. He has greyish eyes. Almost like Sirius has. Regulus didn’t even know dogs could have grey eyes. “I… I missed you. I hope you will always come back to me. I don’t want you to leave.” He admits. As stupid as it sounds, the dog is one of the best things in his life right now and he is not ready for him to leave. He is so sick of people leaving. Not sticking around. The dog whines in what seems like an apology and buries his muzzle into Regulus’ hand. He pets him for a moment before reaching into his robes to pull out a small package.

“I got something for you.” He unwraps the package and pulls out a green collar. “I was thinking that you don’t have a name. And everybody should have a name. So, I bought this for you. Now we just have to figure out what to call you.”

Regulus thinks hard about any name that would fit the dog. Meanwhile, the dog snuffles all around the collar and the paper of the package. When the paper starts to bore him, he buries his muzzle inside Regulus' robes trying to find the food Regulus brought for him.

Regulus laughs and pushes him away. “It tickles. You always do this. Sticking your nose where it does not suppose to be…” He arches his eyebrow. “I should call you snuffles.”

The dog stops and looks at Regulus with a searching gaze. “Snuffles? Do you like it?” He asks and the dog wiggles his tail in agreement. “Okay. Hold on.” He carefully pulls out his wand and waves it around the dog tag on the collar. He looks at it critically. He hesitates for a moment and then waves his wand one more time.

“See?” He shows the dog the tag. There is in needly handwriting stated Snuffles. “And I added something. If you ever get hurt so people know to write to me.” On the other side of the dog tag is in the same handwriting added: In case of emergency contact Regulus Arcturus Black.  As soon as he secures it around Snuffle's neck the dog starts to run around and jump on Regulus trying to lick his cheek again, wiggling his tail viciously.

[iamfrankie99]

The Way You Used To Do

by edema_ruh

670k 30ch

Summary: Izuku takes a hit for Katsuki while on patrol and he dies. Or so everyone thinks,m. In reality the villain’s quirk detaches his soul from his body and for some reason attaches it to Bakugo’s. That does gain them a bit of time to fina a solution, but more problems ensue, first of all the fact that Katsuki hates Deku and the two are stuck to each other for an undetermined amount of time. It would take a long time to mend their fucked up relationship, time they do not have because Deku is still dying and the villain is nowhere to be found. But who knows, maybe this fucked up situation will also help them understand each other more than ever before.

Frankie’s comment: This is literally the longest fic I’ve ever read. It took me weeks to finish it, and let me tell ya, this motherfucker is hella dramatic. Super deep and angsty and I cried multiple times a d I cursed at their inability to communicate for the other half of the time. I mean, first it’s Deku dying and the whole situation, then when it’s finally, finally, settled, it’s Katsuki’s turn to be stuck in the hospital after almost dying. Nice. No, jokes apart, I really loved the fic. As I said, it’s deep in a way short fics just don’t have the time and space to be. I don’t always agree with the notion the longer the better nor vice versa but this fic is really well written and deserves all of the hits and kudos it has.

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[lilmissdarkmatter]

Echoes of What We Once Were

Summary: Nova and Twilight, once deeply in love, now live in a small, tension-filled apartment where their relationship has deteriorated into silence and frequent arguments. Nova, overwhelmed with guilt, retreats into herself, while Twilight, frustrated and exhausted, struggles to hold things together. During a heated argument, they acknowledge their shared pain and the need to stop the cycle of hurt. Despite their lingering tensions, they agree to take small steps to heal their relationship, holding onto a fragile hope that they can rebuild what they've lost.

Warnings: I don't know maybe tension?

Word count: 3,893 Note: This is my first story that I will be publishing here. I'm testing the waters and trying to put myself out there. I hope you enjoy the read!

Nova and Twilight’s apartment was a small, two-room space with wood floors that creaked underfoot, their echoes a constant reminder of the tension that simmered between them. The living room, where they spent almost all their time, served as both a common area and their bedroom. The futon bed, shoved up against the far wall, was Twilight’s domain. On the opposite side, Nova’s recliner sat near the TV and gaming system. The setup was simple, utilitarian even, but it was all they could afford. Besides, neither of them was in a rush to move out, not when they had already invested so much into trying to salvage what little remained of their relationship.

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the room as Nova sat in her recliner, controller in hand. She was navigating through the menus of an old game, one they used to play together. It was a ritual, a comfort, even if she couldn’t bring herself to truly enjoy it anymore. The TV’s soft glow was the only light in the room, and its flickering colors reflected off the polished wood floor. The air was thick, heavy with unspoken words and unresolved tension, the kind that never seemed to dissipate no matter how many apologies were exchanged or how many nights they spent avoiding each other’s gaze.

Twilight lay in bed, her back propped up against a mound of pillows. She had a book in her hands, but her eyes weren’t on the pages. Instead, she stared at the ceiling, her mind miles away from the story in front of her. Every so often, her gaze would drift toward Nova, watching her in the flickering light of the TV. They had once shared everything—hopes, dreams, secrets. Now, it felt like they shared nothing but the same suffocating space, the same unresolved pain.

It hadn’t always been this way. There was a time when they were inseparable, when every day was filled with laughter and light. They had fallen in love as young adults, drawn to each other by a magnetic force neither could resist. The early days of their relationship had been a whirlwind of joy, late-night conversations, and shared adventures. They had been each other’s world, the center of everything.

But as the years passed, things began to change. Little by little, cracks started to form in the foundation of their relationship. At first, they were easy to ignore—small disagreements, the occasional argument. But those cracks widened with time, growing deeper and more jagged until they became impossible to overlook. The laughter that had once filled their home was replaced by silence, the light dimmed until it was barely more than a flicker. And now, here they were, two people who had once been everything to each other, reduced to little more than roommates who could barely stand to be in the same room.

Nova shifted in her chair, her eyes fixed on the TV, though she wasn’t really watching. She was too caught up in her thoughts, the same ones that had been haunting her for months now. She hated herself for the way things had turned out, for the way she had let their relationship crumble. It was her fault, she knew that. She had pushed Twilight away, retreated into herself when things got tough instead of reaching out. And now, all she had left was this crushing sense of guilt, this overwhelming feeling that she had failed the one person who had ever truly mattered to her.

She could feel Twilight’s eyes on her, that familiar mix of frustration and sadness radiating from across the room. It was a look she had grown all too accustomed to, one that always sent a fresh wave of guilt crashing over her. Nova tightened her grip on the controller, her knuckles turning white. She wanted to say something, anything, to break the silence, but she didn’t know where to start. Every time she tried to talk to Twilight, it ended in an argument, their words sharp and cutting, leaving them both more wounded than before.

“Are you just going to sit there all night?” Twilight’s voice broke through the silence, sharp and brittle.

Nova’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes flicking to Twilight. She knew that tone all too well. It was the prelude to yet another argument, another round of blaming and bitterness. “What do you want me to do, Twilight?” Nova replied, trying to keep her voice steady, though it trembled slightly. “We’ve been over this a thousand times. It’s always the same.”

Twilight’s eyes narrowed, her frustration palpable. “It’s not about what I want, Nova. It’s about the fact that you’re always so wrapped up in your own misery that you don’t even try anymore.”

Nova bristled at the accusation, her anger flaring up despite herself. “You think I don’t try? That I don’t care? I’m doing the best I can, but it’s never enough for you, is it?”

Twilight sat up in bed, the book forgotten as she focused all her attention on Nova. “Maybe if you actually talked to me instead of sulking in that damn chair all the time, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

Nova turned to face Twilight fully, her anger boiling over. “Talk to you? Every time we try to talk, it ends in a fight. I’m tired of it, Twilight. I’m tired of feeling like no matter what I do, I’m just making things worse.”

Twilight’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “You’re not the only one who’s tired, Nova. I’m the one who has to pick up the pieces every time you fall apart. I’m the one who has to deal with your constant self-pity while you act like I’m the bad guy.”

The words hit Nova hard, like a physical blow. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came out. Instead, she just stared at Twilight, her mind racing, trying to find something—anything—that would make this better, that would stop them from spiraling into another fight. But all she could feel was the crushing weight of her own guilt, the overwhelming sense that she was the reason for all of this.

Twilight’s expression softened slightly, but the bitterness in her voice remained. “You think I enjoy this? You think I like being the one who has to keep everything together while you fall apart? I’m tired, Nova. I’m tired of trying to fix something that’s already broken.”

Nova’s anger flared again, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. “Maybe if you didn’t constantly remind me of every mistake I’ve ever made, I wouldn’t feel so worthless. But you don’t care about that, do you? You just want to make sure I know how much I’ve screwed everything up.”

Twilight’s eyes flashed with anger, and she threw the book onto the floor, the sound echoing through the small room. “You think this is all my fault? That I’m the reason you feel like this? You’re the one who’s been pulling away, Nova. You’re the one who decided to shut me out.”

The argument escalated quickly, their voices rising, each accusation cutting deeper than the last. The tension that had been simmering between them for so long finally reached its boiling point, spilling over in a torrent of anger and pain.

Nova felt like she was drowning in her own emotions, each word from Twilight hitting her like a wave, pulling her under. She wanted to scream, to lash out, to make Twilight understand just how much she was hurting, but the words wouldn’t come. All she could do was stand there, staring at Twilight, her hands trembling with the effort to keep herself together.

Twilight’s chest heaved with the intensity of her own emotions, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. She had tried so hard to hold it all in, to keep the peace, but now it felt like everything she had been holding back was pouring out, a flood of frustration and resentment that she couldn’t stop.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, the air between them crackling with tension. Neither of them spoke, both too caught up in their own pain to find the words that might make it better.

Finally, it was Twilight who broke the silence, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and exhaustion. “Why do we keep doing this, Nova? Why do we keep tearing each other apart?”

Nova’s shoulders slumped, the fight draining out of her as quickly as it had come. She sank back into the recliner, burying her face in her hands. “I don’t know, Twilight. I don’t know how to stop. Every time we try to fix things, it just gets worse.”

Twilight’s heart ached at the sight of Nova’s despair, but she was too tired to offer comfort. Instead, she just leaned back against the pillows, closing her eyes in an attempt to shut out the pain. “Maybe we’re beyond fixing,” she said quietly, the words heavy with defeat.

Nova looked up, her eyes red and puffy, her voice hoarse. “Do you really believe that? That there’s no hope for us?”

Twilight opened her eyes, meeting Nova’s gaze. “I don’t know. I want to believe we can fix this, that we can at least be friends again. But every time we try, we end up right back here, hurting each other all over again.”

Nova nodded, her throat tight with emotion. “I don’t want to keep hurting you, Twilight. I don’t want to keep doing this. But I don’t know how to make it stop.”

Twilight sighed, the sound filled with weariness. “Maybe we need to stop trying so hard to fix everything at once. Maybe we need to start small, focus on the things that still work, and go from there.”

Nova looked at Twilight, seeing the same weariness in her eyes that she felt in her own heart. “Do you really think that will work?”

Twilight shrugged, her shoulders heavy with the weight of everything unsaid. “I don’t know, but it’s the only chance we have. We can’t keep going like this, Nova. We’re going to destroy each other if we do.”

Nova took a deep breath, nodding slowly. “Okay. One step at a time. But we have to promise each other that when things get bad, we’ll talk it out before it gets to this point again.”

Twilight nodded in agreement. “Agreed. No more waiting for the other shoe to drop. We face this together, or not at all.”

They sat in silence for a moment, the tension between them easing just a little. It wasn’t much, and it didn’t solve anything, but it was a start. And for now, that was enough.

As the night wore on, the apartment remained quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the TV and the occasional creak of the wooden floor. Nova and Twilight stayed where they were, each lost in their own thoughts, but the weight of their argument still hung heavy in the air. It wasn’t going to be easy to rebuild what they had lost, and they both knew that. There would be more fights, more tears, more nights spent wondering if it was even worth trying.

But as they sat there in the dim light, something shifted between them, a tentative truce born out of shared pain and a mutual desire to stop the cycle of hurt. They had been through too much together to just give up, to let their past define their future. It was going to be hard, maybe the hardest thing they had ever done, but for the first time in a long time, they both felt a glimmer of hope, however small.

The hours passed slowly, and eventually, the tension in the room began to dissipate, replaced by a quiet sense of resolve. They still had a long way to go, and there were no guarantees that they would make it through this. But for now, they had each other, and that was enough.

Twilight shifted in bed, pulling the blanket up to her chin as she settled in for the night. She glanced over at Nova, who was still sitting in the recliner, her eyes closed, the controller resting in her lap. The sight of her made Twilight’s heart ache with a mix of love and sadness, a reminder of everything they had been through and everything they still had to face.

“Goodnight, Nova,” Twilight said softly, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Nova opened her eyes, turning to look at Twilight. A small, tired smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “Goodnight, Twilight.”

With that, Twilight closed her eyes, letting the exhaustion of the day wash over her. As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn’t help but wonder what the next day would bring, if they would be able to hold on to this fragile peace, or if it would shatter like all the times before. But for now, she was too tired to worry about it, too tired to do anything but sleep and hope that tomorrow would be better.

Nova watched Twilight for a moment longer, her heart heavy with everything she wanted to say but couldn’t find the words for. She wished things were different, wished she could go back and fix all the mistakes she had made, but she knew that wasn’t possible. All she could do now was try to move forward, to take it one day at a time and hope that it would be enough.

With a sigh, Nova turned off the TV, plunging the room into darkness. She settled back in the recliner, pulling a blanket over herself as she closed her eyes. Sleep didn’t come easily, her mind too full of thoughts and worries, but eventually, exhaustion won out, and she drifted off into a restless sleep.

As the apartment fell silent, the only sound the soft, steady breathing of its two occupants, the night pressed in around them, a reminder that the world outside would keep turning, no matter what happened between them. And though the path ahead was uncertain, filled with challenges and heartache, they both knew that they would face it together, one step at a time.

[clearlydusty]

Was thinking about doing Shinji and Kowaru but someone already did that, so here's my addition to this new meme

(no spoilers for Infinity castle arc/sunrise countdown arc please!!!)

Og under cut

[thestrongestjewel]

crink be upon ye! anyway so like basically right I thought of this funny idea- which led to another funny idea which led to this comic! what can I say I like a little bit of slowburn skeleton yaoi

[a-most-beloved-fool]

Kinda want to write a Spock POV post-fal-tor-pan fic where Spock sees Jim and is instantly whammed with the fact that he's in love with him, but still has no idea why or what that means, so he just goes around with a knot of love tangled in his mind, utterly baffled as to why it's there or how to figure it out. He can't ask the kolinahr adepts, because it feels un-vulcan, so instead he's just. confusedly pining the entire time.

Jim smiles sappily at him and Spock's like "My Heart Is Beating Faster. Why Is My Heart Beating Faster. There Is No Cause For My Heart To Be Beating Faster. Do I Have Tachycardia."

Spock, to McCoy: Doctor, is there history of heart disease in my family?

Bones, suspicious: Yes? Why? (already surreptitiously scanning Spock w/ a tricorder)

Spock: I have noticed concerning irregularities in my heart beat. They occur primarily around Admiral Kirk.

Bones, freezing: Repeat that for me, Spock?

Spock: I have noti-

Bones: No, not that, the next bit! Where they happen!

Spock: Ah. Around Admiral Kirk.

[FIVE MINUTES LATER]

Spock, annoyed: Doctor, cease laughing. I fail to understand what part of my medical condition you find so amusing.

Bones, still wheezing with laughter: Don't - don't you worry your little head about it, Spock. You're not sick, that's the important thing. (interrupts himself by laughing again) You'll (wheeze) figure it out eventually.

(Spock, disgruntled, gives up on him and leaves.)

(McCoy keeps laughing for another ten minutes.)

[daeyumi]

Rebuilding 🔧⚙️🥚

[2022]

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

Duke doesn’t know what’s going on with the crime lord that sometimes is, and then again isn’t allowed at the cave.

All he knows is that the mood of the entire manor takes a nose dive each and every time there‘s an altercation with him, and everybody goes out of their way to NOT explain anything to Duke.

So, as the only one in the manor with more than one brain cell dedicated to proper human interaction, he decides to take the easiest route and just ask Red Hood himself. Considering he‘s the only one the guy hasn’t tried to maim at least once.

[haunted-xander]

I guess old feelings don't disappear that easily

[bougiebutchbinch]

smh there are people in this fandom who dislike wanessa??? she got wade from 'hmm. I don't know. nope. don't think I like this' while being pegged to 'CAN EVERY DAY BE INTERNATIONAL WOMAN'S DAY IN HEAVEN??? VANESSA CAN YOU IMPREGNATE ME WITH YOUR STRAP PLESAEPLEASEPLeASePlEase'

she trained him up

she was the first to make him beg for that dick!!

everyone say THANK YOU VANESSA!!!

[el-amor-que-perdimos]

you say we're just friends

but friends don't know the way you taste

(evan to barty who is deep in his denial and thinks they're just really, really close friends)

[sunglassesmish]

idk how everyone is so positive about this honestly. the question is literally whether the relationship is in the past and then he says ‘yes for sure but tommy could come back but not for a romantic thing!’

all i see is what happened with abby all over again. i wish i could be positive but i’m sorry. i can’t.

[fujii-draws]

[empty-dream]

And now, I'm walking together with Sakura. As if we're trying to regain the eleven years we lost. I walk together with Sakura in the time that has started moving.

[myjealouseyes]

Drabble request from 🦄 anon: Regulus teaches Wolfstar!daughter how to ballroom dance.

A/n — French translations from DeepL app so if anyone realizes something is off tell me and I’ll change it!

Send me a request here.

“C'est bon, essayons encore une fois, chère nièce.“

Regulus is endlessly patient with you, even as you step on his feet every two seconds. At seven years old, ballroom dancing is much harder than you thought it would be. You’d never had to practice so much coordination before! And it was hard to remember when you were supposed to turn. But you’re not so worried. Your uncle Regulus says that it’ll get easier as you learn more and you were very eager to do so.

“One two three, one two three, one two three, switch. one two three, one two three, one two three, switch. one two three, one two three, one two three, turn! Bon travail!” You smile happily as you remember to switch directions almost seamlessly. You don’t notice how you were late on the turn or how you stumbled a little on your second switch. Regulus doesn’t point it out either as you bounce on your toes happily. Just as he’s about to suggest a break and a victory snack a soft knock sounds on the wall of the ballroom.

You turn quickly to see your dad standing there. From the way Sirius is smiling, Regulus knows he saw everything. However surprisingly; it doesn’t embarrass him. If there had to be two people he let his cold facade slip in front of he’d rather it be his brother and niece. You squeal and run up to him quickly. He catches you just in time. “Papa! Did you see me?! I danced like a real princess!” Sirius’s grin holds nothing but fondness as he answers. “I did! You were like a princess! A very graceful one!” He ruffles your hair to get a laugh out of you and of course, it works. He looks back up at his younger brother, his smile still present; only softer. He gives him an appreciative nod. Both of them know it means more than that though. They aren’t ready to say it out loud, so Regulus just nods back.

“Papa, Uncle Reggie has chocolate croissants,” you say in a voice very serious for a seven-year-old. “Can we have some?” Sirius debates; knowing he probably shouldn’t allow you to spoil the dinner you’ll have in a few hours. “One,” He settles. And you’ll have extra veggies at dinner time.” You furrow your eyebrows, seemingly thinking about his proposition. “Okay, deal. Come on uncle Reggie! Snack time!” Sirius puts you down and you run ahead to the kitchen. The two men follow behind you, affection and amusement clear on there faces.

[thoughtkick]

Tell me why are we wasting time on all your wasted crime when you should be with me instead?

Shawn Mendes // Treat You Better