#shortest drabble ever

[tmntxthings]

Author’s notes: short lil drabble ish cause i don’t ever remember writing leo as a yandere, have i only ever done donnie???

Warnings: yandere tendencies, stalking, implied murder, intimidation, gaslighting, manipulation, unedited

Song: House of Balloons/Glass Table Girls by The Weeknd

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Yandere!Leonardo who is tired of watching you. He’s itching to talk to you. To have your eyes finally recognize the shadow that follows after you. For that attention you give so freely to be his. No one else should matter, you’re his whole world. It’s only fair if he becomes yours in return.

Yandere!Leonardo who seamlessly enters your life like it wasn’t pre-meditated. Like he hadn’t planned every minute detail. He was meticulous when it came to you. Think of him as your knight in shining armor. Come to him with all your troubles.

Yandere!Leonardo who fixes all of those issues that you have. Your neighbors in the apartment aren’t as loud anymore, actually you haven’t heard them fighting for a couple nights now. They must’ve made up or maybe even broke up! Either way it didn’t matter to you, finally you could get a good nights rest.

Yandere!Leonardo who starts draping himself over you. You guys are friends now. Friends touch! It takes some getting used to, but don’t worry it’ll be second nature soon. Don’t think too much about it. His frame leaning into yours, his arms going over your shoulders. He’s tired, he stayed up too late again. Won’t you let him rest against you for a little while? He’ll even close his eyes.

Yandere!Leonardo who thought he had taken care of all your little love interests. But he portals over unannounced only to hear you gushing about this new guy, someone from your finance class. He creeps closer to your bedroom door, it’s cracked open, just a sliver. He peers through to see you bouncing around, jumping on your bed to kick your feet out happily.

Yandere!Leonardo whose eyes grow cold as the phone call hangs up. Words of encouragement were given to you. To finally go after a crush since the last couple had gone so horribly. He thinks this kind of puppy love isn’t good for you. Why can’t you just catch on already? Does he have to spell it out for you?

The door creaks open.

You lurch up, smile disappearing from your face.

So does your flush. You look ashen now.

Maybe it was because he had a sword out.

He’d never pointed one towards you.

Despite his weapon now facing you, he tilts his head and tries for a smile. It’s strained, his eyes looking at you with barely restrained mania. It’s been hard keeping his true self hidden from you. The side that wants to whisk you away and keep you from the rest of the world. No one else deserves you. Your happiness. Your smiles. Your attention, that was all his.

“You belong to me.”

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[thegrandharveyspecter]

“I’m not going anywhere”; a Harvey & Mike Drabble

Harvey’s anxiety ate at him all day, going up and up and even higher up. His nightmare the night prior kept coming back to him. Mike leaving. Donna leaving. Everyone. Everyone leaving because that’s what happened. They leave.

He stood from his desk and went straight to Mike’s office. If he didn’t see him now, he was going to spiral into an anxiety attack. When he entered the office, Mike was packing his briefcase with some files.

“Mike, come here,” Harvey said, stepping further in.

Mike turned, smiled a bit at Harvey’s voice. His smile faltered at Harvey's expression. “Harvey?”

“Just…come here.”

Harvey didn't hesitate for once to pull Mike into a hug, wrapping both arms around his scrawnier body. Mike made a small noise of surprise but made no moves to get away from the embrace. It only took him a second to realize what was happening. Mike gently returned the hug.

“It’s okay, Harvey. It’s okay,” Mike whispered. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”

[muzzlemouths]

Day 1 — "Best friend"

"Alright, I've got one. How do you make a tissue dance?"

You stifle a snort, smiling ahead of the punchline. "How?"

"You put a little boogie in it!" Sun slaps his knee with a metallic clang that echoes, shoulders bouncing with laughter that mirrors your own. "Get it?"

"Very funny," you answer. "Did you hear about the guy who stole all that soap?"

The kiddie chair groans under his weight as Sun leans closer, his laughter momentarily forgotten. Suddenly he's very, very serious. "I haven't heard a thing," his rays dance a little, shrinking inward. "Did they catch him?"

Humming, your hand digs idly into the tub of pony beads sitting between you, dragging the answer out as long as you can. A theatrically deep sigh escapes you. "I'm afraid not," you tell him. "They say he made a clean getaway."

A smirk slowly creeps onto your face as he twitches in your peripheral vision. The wall clock ticks once. Twice.

"Oh, you sneaky little—" He breaks for laughter, wheezing with an automated grind of rusty levers deep within his chassis that sounds more akin to a deflating balloon. "The set up, the punch line, the drama," his palm lands with a humored thump against the table, bouncing the beads in their tub. "That was a good one. You're going to beat me at my own game, at this rate!"

"Oh, hardly." Your hand swims through the rainbow sea of beads in search of a specific shade of blue. "I'm just repeating what I remember out of my jokes book."

Sun threads a letter bead onto the elastic cord pinched between his thumb and forefinger. "A whole book full of jokes?" His faceplate spins with excitement. "Oh, pinch me! What a thrill!"

"Yeah, it was pretty cool, I guess. The library billed me for its hospital stay, though."

"Hospital—huh?"

"Well I had it so long, I broke the spine," you curb your laughter behind a façade of seriousness, not allowing him enough time to process the first punch line before decking him with the second. "I tried getting an appointment with a good doctor, but they were all booked!"

Sun is doubled over before the last of it is even out of your mouth, having evidently picked up on where the joke was headed, already, and still it has him entirely consumed by glee. He's going to break the kid's table between you if he slams his fist into it any harder.

Having successfully located the correct shade of blue, you slide the last bead to sit beside the rest and finally tie the cord off with a knot, neat and tidy. It's nothing special as far as kandi bracelets go, but you're proud of the effort behind it, regardless. After all, you weren't prepared to do any crafting today in the first place. Sun had asked you to help him sort the new shipment of beads before you went home for the night — one thing led to another and, well, here you are.

"All finished!" Sun quells his laughter enough that he can tie off his own bracelet; a parade of pastels in every color with the letter's "BFF" at the center. It hangs on a single finger, dwarfed by his massive hand, as he offers it to you with a big, cheesy grin. "Well? What d'ya think?"

The bracelet slips over your palm and comes to a rest just below the joint like a slipper made to fit. "BFF?"

"Best friends forever!"

"I love it," you tell him, feeling warmed by the notion. "Want to see mine?"

Too impatient to wait for an answer, you hand over your second bracelet of the night — a string of midnight blue with chunky yellow stars in between — and watch as his eyes light up and his voicebox crackles with a certain gravel that isn't quite his.

"Pretty," he says. Too short of a remark to have come from Sun. He slides it along his own wrist to sit above the yellow bracelet already there.

"Well, I should get home." The miniscule chair topples backwards as you stand, hands bracing against the table. "Sorry I couldn't stay longer tonight. There's a concert opening downtown and I want to get back before the traffic gets too bad."

Sun follows your lead and awkwardly squirms his way out of the kid's chair. "You could always stay the night," he says. The giggle in his voice is the only way to know for sure that he's joking. "Let me walk you out, at least."

These moments are your favorite. When the world is quiet, and you can enjoy each other's company without worrying about what tomorrow brings. It makes every goodbye feel like it will last forever. Who would have known that a friend could ever feel so much like home.

Sun opens the door for you, but stands in its path, shifting the weight between his feet with a metallic ring of his bells and a doting expression like he has a thousand things he wishes to say to you. Ultimately, he settles for something simple, yet no less fond.

"See you in the morning."

[tmntxthings]

Of course Navi!!!! Anything for youuuu 🧡🐢🧡

So, @tmntxthings wrote me this because I have been having a tough time lately, and I was in need of some turtle-comfort, and I love it. 💕

Thank you again, sweet Grace, I really appreciate it. 🫶

[iid-smile]

click. click. click.

that's what you've been hearing for some time. your eyes threatened to close, drifting in and out of sleep, and you felt comfort resting your back against kiryu, the fullness of his mattress adding onto that.

"what're you doing?" you lazily murmur, hearing another click. somehow, you manage to pick up on his fingers grazing against your hair, some sort of heaviness adding weight onto your head.

"putting accessories in your hair." kiryu responds, and you hear a light clatter of plastic and metal beside you on the bed. "you look really cute~" click.

as expected... more than a few times has he covered you up in his pins, clips and hairbands. "and how many, hm?"

he hums, and takes a beat to answer. "i'm not counting?" he clearly feigns innocence in his tone.

"mhm... sure." with a sigh, you close your eyes completely, just enjoying his presence and letting him do whatever he wants.

tags: @yuuyeonie

[enluv]

standing under the mistletoe

pairing: any idol x gn!reader

genre: just some really short and quick fluff for the holidays!

holiday music plays softly throughout the dimly lit party as red and green lights shine in every corner.

people laugh and sing along to the music, the atmosphere is calm, bringing everyone closer together today.

his eyes scan the crowd of people in the room over, but there’s only one person he’s looking for tonight.

the music drowns out as his gaze meets yours, time slows when you send him a smile, and his heart beats faster watching as you make your way through the crowd and to him, before he can even think about what’s happening you’re already standing in front of him.

you gesture for him to lean in closer to you, and place a soft kiss to his lips. immediately he’s at loss for words.

a look of confusion flashes across his face, but you’re quick to give him an answer before he can even ask, softly pointing up at the doorframe.

“the mistletoe, it’s up there.”

he gazes up at the plant hanging above your heads, then back down to your lips, bringing you closer once more for a proper kiss.

coco’s <3 note: something quick for any idol your heart desires! happy holidays to all of you who celebrate <3

[akicult]

aki wants you to tell him about your day while he eats your pussy because his day was stressful and he just wants to forget all about it.

he’s lapping at your cunt so slowly, his arms wrapped around your thighs while you’re propped against the headboard with your fingers laced through his hair. you’re hardly coherent in what you’re saying, just mumbling, “n yeah they were—nghh—annoying me,” and he’s just nodding and humming along while his thumb circles your clit so delicately it’s like he’s touching glass. in some ways, he’s a little selfish. he’s using you to forget about the stressful day he’s had, so when you trail off in your sentences, he’ll pull away just enough to speak with a, “then what happened, sweetheart?”

and since he’s going much slower, a little lazier then he usually does when he eats you out—it’s taking a lot longer. but it’s all for him. he’s eating you out for his sake. so he’s going to take as much time as he needs to forget all about his terrible day.

[corazondebeskar-reads]

let's all go to the lobby

joel miller x gn!reader

words: 157

summary: a date night with joel miller

warnings: none, this is just a handful of fluff. no outbreak. happy valentine's day!

dividers by @saradika-graphics

There are thick, heavy blankets in the back of the truck. He stole the cushions off the couch to prop up against. You’re tucked into the crook of his arm, snuggled up to his gray tee, soft against your cheek. You can hear the huffs of laughter rumble through his chest, your fingers entwined in the fabric over his heartbeat. 

Joel starts to ask if you want another coke from concessions, but you lightly smack his chest with the back of your hand, knocking popcorn loose onto the blanket. 

“Shh,” you hiss. “This is my favorite one.”

He watches the grin, goofy and giddy and gorgeous, take over your face while the cartoon hot dog does flips. 

You look over at him to see if he’s properly enjoying the intermission, eyes crinkling at the corner in delight. It hits him then, like you’re a semi with your floods on, and he’s a witless deer. 

He loves you. 

(just in case you haven't seen the intermission cartoons: please enjoy. i fucking love the drive in.)

[fortune-maiden]

FX Week Day 2: Mt Tonglu

Second @fxweek drabble for Day 2

I am Committed to this!

He hadn’t checked Mt. Tonglu yet. The day the kiln opens, Feng Xin rushes ahead, cutting through swathes of ghosts in hopes of finding his prince. He doesn’t know how vicious the place is. He doesn’t know a freshly ascended god who doesn’t hide his aura is the favorite target for those frenzied manic ghosts. There’s no fight left in him when he encounters the man in red who holds a silver scimitar with a blood-red eye to his neck. “Get these people home,” he demands and disappears, and Feng Xin’s first trip to Mt. Tonglu comes to an end.

i struggled so much with this prompt. I hope this is okay ;w;

[tmntxthings]

一∑From the Start・゜・。

author’s notes: scurries in from the darkness, throws this > 💣 < out into the light, and runs back for cover 💥

warnings: unedited, angst, drabble, unrequited love, pining, daydreams, cliffhanger

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When Leo invited you down to the lair to hang out, you had thought maybe it would be a movie thing. Or perhaps even going to the ramp room, chatting while he practiced skateboarding tricks that almost always ended badly with bruises. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he had dragged you into the kitchen to whip up something to eat or just snack on whatever the two of you could find.

But no, instead, he led you to his room, with a skip in his step. When you questioned why it had to be just the two of you. Why all of his brothers were rolling their eyes in Leo’s direction. He just shook his head, “I can’t tell anyone else! You’re the only one I can trust!” It was then, that you had a sinking feeling.

This scenario had happened before. Many times actually. You glanced back at the bros, exasperated already and you hadn’t even heard anything yet. But you knew.

Once in his room, Leo let go of you, and jumped face first into his bed. He let out a dramatic screech, kicking to boot before he turned to the ceiling and announced, “I’ve got a crush,”

You held back a sigh as you walked over to the only chair in his room. Pulled it out from under the desk, and sat, getting ready for the long haul. “Who and how?”

He really hadn’t even needed the question. He was off to the races explaining exactly how he had met ~them~ and all the moments after, from whence his heart first skipped a beat, the beauty that they hold, how they laugh at all his jokes. Your eyes clouded over.

This was pure torture. As your eyes unfocused, you let your train of thought wander away from Leo’s babbling fancies. Truly you’d lost count of how many times this had happened before. It was always the same things that made his heart flutter. That made him go crazy, so much so, that he’d tire out his brothers from all the lovesick shenanigans and bring you into the mix.

Which was like listening to chalk squeak against a chalkboard. Shrill and grating. If you didn’t tune it out, you’d go crazy yourself. Because it was despicable to listen to your own crush, talk about how much they wanted someone else.

For a second, you could just blink, look over at him, and pretend he wasn’t saying anything of consequence. “Blah blah blah,” his mouth moved, but you weren’t listening. That was better. It was unfair how pretty he could be. Especially when he was happy, especially when he was falling hard. The way he smiled, how his eyes shined. His hands couldn’t stop moving, he just had to animate with his whole body about how he felt. Your knee started to bounce. He was being cruel and he didn’t even realize it.

It wasn’t fair. But then again, how would he ever know unless you told him? You imagined what it would be like. To interrupt him. To confess your love. He’d probably laugh in your face. Ha what a great joke Y/n, now get real and back to my love crisis. That’s what he’d say. Or something along the lines of it.

But sometimes you could imagine him pausing completely. Getting taken so off guard that he no longer had the words to respond. That maybe he’d look at you with a different light. So maybe that was why you did it. On the off chance that, maybe, Leo had always harbored something for you too. Just deep down! So deep that he felt the need to hide it with all of these other so called crushes.

“Leo!”

He blinked and sat up from where he had been laying, interrupting his tangent.

“What?!”

Straightforward. That would be the best route.

“I like you.” Your eyes were steady, yet your heart raced. It was thundering in your chest as you watched one of his brow bones raise.

“I like you too Y/n” he said so as if it was obvious. Which meant he was misunderstanding.

“No no, not like that. I like you.” You strained with the emphasis as you willed his thick skull to understand. And it must’ve gotten through because his eyes widened just a bit.

“You like me?” He questioned, sitting up even straighter than before. Now you had his attention. And you could feel sweat building up in your palms as you nodded seriously.

“But, we’re best friends..” and you could’ve let that shoot you down. But you continued on. Getting up from your spot, from the single chair, and making your way over to him. Despite how every step made you second guess yourself. Despite thinking maybe it was a better idea to just run out of his room. Or to just settle for the friendship you thought you had wanted.

But you pushed through it all as you sat down next to him. “We are. You’re my best friend Leo. And I, maybe I’m greedy, but I can’t help it. I’ve liked you for so long now. And I don’t think I can just sit idly by anymore.”

You took a breath, palms closing into fists. Eyes closing because if he was going to reject you, it’d be better to not see the pity on his face. You piped up once more before he could say anything, “Every time you talk about your crushes, I can’t help but think, but wish, that it were me! And every time you get over one, I get ahead of myself, I hope that maybe, one day, you’ll look at me differently!”

There was so much you could say. So many different ways to say it. But that was the gist. “That… you’ll like me like that. That you’ll return the feelings I’ve felt for you,” you blew out a breath. Then looked into his eyes.

Leo was rarely ever serious but he was now. “I never knew…” he said softly after a moment of silence. Of taking in all that you had revealed. You nodded not knowing what that meant for your relationship with him now. And the fear of losing him forever leaked onto your face. His eyes softened, a green hand going out to cup your cheek.

“I wish I’d known sooner,” and with that he brushed a finger against your skin. He looked down at your lips as they parted with a shocked breath. He smirked, as only Leo could, and leaned down with a silent question that had you tilting your head to give him better access to your lips.

“Y/n are you even listening to me?”

You blinked.

“Huh?”

You were in the single chair.

“Hello! Earth to Y/n, this is like the biggest moment of my life, I’m telling you I think they may be the one!! Come on focus!!”

Right. You straightened up, crossing a leg over the knee that wouldn’t stop bouncing.

“Sorry, go on,”

And he blinded you with that smile as he retold all of the sickening things that made him so endeared to his crush. If only it wasn’t so endearing to you.

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This ↓ is why this ↑ came about :D

[jihyocentric]

i needed more domestic nahyo... same universe as this

cw: body image issues (?) just pregnancy stuff, nothing heavy

nayeon stands by the door frame, arms crossed as she watches jihyo getting ready.

"what are you so pretty for?" nayeon asks, taking jihyo's attention away from the mirror.

"i have to look pretty today," jihyo looks back at the mirror, searching for any mistakes she might have done while putting on makeup. "it's jisoo's first day in school. we need to look presentable."

nayeon walks closer, hands touching jihyo's hips, kissing her cheek as she hugged jihyo from behind.

"if presentable is the same as looking like a goddess, you're doing it right." nayeon stares at jihyo from head to toe through the mirror, sighing when she finishes inspecting her wife. "you're starting to look more like a milf."

jihyo laughs softly, resting back against nayeon's body. "thank you?"

"i mean it. you were already beautiful before, but after jisoo you became double the amount. should i be concerned?" nayeon pouts, holding jihyo tighter, making jihyo smile at her.

there was a time where jihyo felt insecure, in the past, during the pregnancy, because her body changed. while jihyo only saw flaws, such as stretch marks that never left after having jisoo, nayeon thought all of those things made her prettier. those were the results of having jisoo, and there was nothing about it that looked anything other than beautiful.

with time, nayeon managed to convince jihyo that the pregnancy didn't ruin her body and that she was the prettiest she had ever been. jihyo's body eventually went back to what it used to be, only that now her curves looked more defined, aside from the stretch marks. building back jihyo's confidence was the most difficult challenge they had, but now that she's got it back, nayeon feels conflicted.

"why would you be concerned?" jihyo turns around, the smile on her face nearly making nayeon forget what was talking about.

"because wherever i take you, people look at you. they stare. our baby on your lap makes them even more attentive! they stare even when i am around! your wife! the one who put a ring on your finger!" nayeon whines pitifully and jihyo breaks, laughing right at nayeon's face.

jihyo pulls away, fixing her dress, ready to take her baby to school and go to work after. "you shouldn't have gotten me pregnant so early if you didn't want me to be a young milf, nayeon. it's all on you." she says, leaving nayeon alone in the room.

nayeon follows jihyo, having no reason to be in their room anymore. "it was an accident!"

"you asked for jisoo." jihyo huffs, tired of nayeon pretending she didn't explicitly ask for a baby whenever she felt like messing around with her. "you made sure i would get pregnant, too. filled me so many times."

nayeon's face becomes red, embarrassed with the dirty talk at that early time in the day. "d-don't say stuff like that!"

jihyo laughs and nayeon follows her to the kitchen. they catch jisoo giving her fruits to the cat instead of eating them but pretend they didn't, letting it pass just because it was jisoo's first day at school. a special occasion.

"ready to go, soo?" jihyo brushes her hand over jisoo's hair, sighing when jisoo looks up and shakes her head, bottom lip sticking out, looking like she was about to cry. "what is it, baby? what's up this sad face, hm?"

"don't wanna go." jisoo says lowly, almost like a whisper. jihyo takes a chair and places it right next to jisoo, sitting on it and bringing jisoo to her lap.

"will you tell mommy why you don't want to go?" jihyo asks softly, caressing jisoo's cheek with her palm. nayeon sits where jisoo had been sitting, touching jisoo's knee to let her know she's there just like jihyo is.

jisoo takes time to answer. she might be better at communicating than other kids in her age, but she had a hard time talking about what frightened her. she still talked it out, because jihyo and nayeon raised her to talk about her problems so that they could work on them. jisoo just needed a little push for the most part.

"you can tell us everything, babygirl." nayeon pats jisoo's head tenderly, her voice calm and reassuring. "if you don't want to go, we can stay home. but we need to know why."

"i'm scared." jisoo curls up in jihyo's lap.

nayeon exchanges glances with jihyo. "scared? scared of what, babygirl?"

jisoo doesn't reply this time, but jihyo knows it right away. "it's the kids, isn't it, baby? you're afraid of them?" jisoo nods, and jihyo sighs. "they must be scared too, you know? not every kid is brave enough to face school. it is scary to meet new people, but you have to try, baby. do you remember how mommy met mama?"

"auntie jeongyeon made you go out?" jisoo asks quietly. jihyo and nayeon laugh.

"not exactly. auntie jeongyeon set a date for us, and i was so scared of going to our date..." jihyo replies, with a smile on her face when she reminds of the day she met nayeon. "i tried to escape, cancel our date and stay home, but your auntie took mama to my house!"

nayeon's heart swell when she thinks about the time she met jihyo. she remembers eyeing her for a long time before gathering courage to talk to jihyo's only friend at the time and try to get a date with the girl she'd fallen for, despite never exchanging a single word with jihyo.

jisoo's eyes widen. "will mommy bring school here?"

"of course not, baby," jihyo laughs. "you can stay home. you don't have to go to school today, but you will have to go someday."

"if i were you, i would go today. you can make many friends on the first day," nayeon adds. "and your cousins will be there. they won't share the same class with you because they're older, but you will still get to see them."

"really?" jisoo gets interested when nayeon talks about her cousins. jeongyeon and momo's twins were the only kids jisoo had no problem talking to. nayeon nods. "i want to go."

jihyo lets out a relieved breath. it wasn't hard to deal with jisoo, perhaps she got lucky on her first child and the next one would be the opposite of jisoo, but jihyo still worries.

the ride to jisoo's school is filled with nayeon singing with their baby and jihyo focusing on the road. jihyo makes sure to get a picture with jisoo on her first day, before jisoo goes to class, wanting to keep that moment forever, because it was the day that her baby took a big step in her life.

it isn't until jisoo is already inside and they get back to the car that jihyo starts crying, hiding her face in nayeon's neck as she sobs. jihyo feels embarrassed about crying like that and truly expects nayeon to laugh, but she hears nayeon's breath faltering, as if she was holding back tears. nayeon was close to crying too, and the only thing she could do was give jihyo comfort.

"she's growing up so fast." nayeon says, swallowing thickly to hold back her cry.

"we're lame." jihyo sniffles. "we should be h-happy and proud, not crying in the car because our baby is growing up."

"i'm not crying." nayeon bites her lip. jihyo looks at her, watches as a single tear falls down on nayeon's cheek. "stop."

"it's okay, you can cry." jihyo hands nayeon a tissue. "i'll leave you at work and then get you when it's time to pick jisoo up."

nayeon answers with a hum, turning her face to the window as jihyo starts driving, letting more tears fall occasionally.

[oatmealdaydreams]

Nothing is Mine

First Person POV? Damn, it's been a while. Let me know if you wanna be added on or taken off the taglist.

Pairing: none

Trigger/Content Warning: neglect mention, suicidal thoughts, being ignored mention, fear of being alone, fear of being forgotten, fear of being unneeded, hurt no comfort

Description: Logan ruminates about how he's treated, all alone in his room.

Extra: First Person POV, in Logan's POV; back from when I used to write in First Person. It's been a while since I've done that, lmao.

[Masterlist] | ao3 link

[read under the cut]

Alone in my room, sitting at my desk. My papers and pens are scattered, and some have managed to litter the floor. My lights are low. My room feels cold and stale. I don't remember the last time I kept it decently clean.

How can a room feel so empty?

It shouldn't feel that way, right? I'm in the room. There's things in here. It's not empty. It's not supposed to feel empty.

Confusion figuratively holds my heart. I'm not good with emotions. I'm not supposed to show them, either. The others have made that clear every time I interact with them.

They just love to ignore me, shut me up.

No one wants to hear my facts, my input, my knowledge. I even made myself less invasive for the Redux video situation, but I was still skipped over. Silenced. The others didn't even listen to 'logic' when Janus took over and impersonated me. They thought it was me. It's like they rather listen to emotional turmoil than actual logic and fact.

Maybe Janus would be a better logic. He certainly cares about Thomas the way the rest of us do. He's Self-Preservation, after all. Not just Deceit. Not a 'villain', like Roman likes to say.

Maybe it'd be better if I 'ducked out'. Am I holding Thomas back from taking healthy breaks? From moving forward? Is that why no one listens to me? Why no one wants me there?

Maybe I should 'duck out', even just as an experiment. I wonder how'd the others react, if they would even notice. I don't think they would. Maybe Janus and Virgil. Maybe even Patton, but I doubt Roman would. Or Roman would notice but decide to ignore it. Maybe he'd enjoy having me gone. Maybe they'd all enjoy me being gone.

Would Thomas notice?

What would happen to him if I were to just disappear for a little while? Would he still feel my influence?

What if he didn't? What if me 'ducking out' killed him? What if it hurt Thomas?

What if I 'ducked out' and was replaced before Thomas could get hurt? A new Logic, a better Logic. A more interesting and 'fun' Logic.

Maybe Janus would take over, temporarily. He seems to know enough facts and knowledge to play the part. He can get people to listen. He can get Thomas to listen.

He can do his job right.

I can't.

I can't seem to do my one purpose right. I just fucking can't. Am I really necessary?

I want to be necessary. I want to be needed. I can't stand being alone and forgotten. I don't want the others to forget me.

I want Thomas to listen to me, to need me.

What if he doesn't need me anymore?

The others ignore me all the time. They don't want my input. They shut me up for a reason. Maybe a good reason.

What if the others don't need me anymore?

What do I do then? Just waste away in my room? Maybe make way for a better Logic? Maybe... maybe let myself turn into something else. Something to better serve Thomas and the others.

Maybe I should.

I can't handle being constantly ignored anymore.

Why do I feel so... empty? Sad? Upset?

Mad?

Betrayed?

...Lost?

Patton would be able to better explain the feelings swirling around in me. He is Thomas' heart, figuratively at least.

All I can do is sigh and sit in my desk chair. At my messy desk. In some sort of solitude.

Why do I feel so... bad?

What is wrong with me?

I wish...

I wish I got my own thing, for once. I share an emblem with Patton. I didn't even get to tell Thomas my name. Patton did. I didn't get the chance to show Thomas I trusted him on my own. Patton took that away from me.

Things are always getting taken away from me.

My voice, my name reveal, any attention I can grab before another Side figuratively steps in.

I don't... I don't understand. How come it's just me?

Patton skipped over me.

Roman implied I was still being 'invasive'.

Virgil... I don't know.

I don't want to think about this anymore, but I can't stop thinking about it.

Why can't just one thing be mine? Why can't I be listened to? Just once?

Is it really too much to ask for?

Am I... not necessary anymore?

Perhaps I should rest for a while. Janus himself advocates for self-care, and he is listened to more. I should just lay down, take some time away.

If I am truly needed, they'll look for me.

Hopefully.

Taglist: @lost-in-thought-20 @thegoldenduckie @not-sure-what-im-feeling

[jaaklops]

Trusting is one of many things that is easier said than done. 

Nancy knows better than anyone that trust isn’t something that can be easily found when it’s lost, like how it isn’t easy to fix a vase when it’s broken. 

And trust means many things. Nancy thinks of it as a chameleon, its definition changing depending on the situation. 

It can mean setting your entire being into someone else’s hands, like a religion. If their hands falter for even a moment, everything can crumble and fall apart, and then nobody’s happy. It can mean a whispered secret into someone’s ear. Something that wasn’t supposed to be said, and hoping they keep it a secret.

The guardian of the joyful heart is hopeful. Idealistic. It always hopes for the best in a situation, no matter the situation. It feels deeply and laughs wholly and it is whole. Nancy silently envies. 

And the guardian of the untrusting heart is the most ruthless of all. 

It’s battered and broken and bleeding from all the times that it’s been fooled. Whether it be ten, or five, or one time. It doesn’t hope. It wishes it could. Its laugh carries like a cracked egg—the people on the outside never know when the cover will break apart. 

Nancy doesn’t know what, or who to trust. She hasn’t for a long time. 

But Robin’s heart is wanting to be the outlier. 

Robin, who will always be the weird runner, and a theorist, and a fast talker and a good listener and the best sympathizer, and the one who flinches at loud noises, and anything she wants to be. Robin, who wouldn’t look at her the way everyone else would. Robin, who is as close as a guardian angel that Nancy will ever get.

Robin, who Nancy prays she never loses.

[equinoxbloom]

Salt and Shade

[FFXIV Write 2024 | Day 21 | Shade]

The salted breeze combed through the long grass and the sound blurred with the distant rush of the tide against the cliffs. The pulse of the land, slow and rhythmic exhalation, the sun warming the back of her neck. She plucked another handful of rolanberries and let them roll from her fingertips into her basket. Simple tasks had become hypnotic.

The wind rushed through the field. The bushes rustled. She picked another berry. She was a stranger sight now than she’d been a few years ago, when she’d been an unknown adventurer offering a hand in the field. Her name did not linger in too many more minds now, by her own estimation, but who in Eorzea did not now know the Warrior of Light? The ordained bearer of a legacy she’d had no part in. The berries stained her fingers a fine shade of red.

She paused to pop one of the small morsels onto her tongue, crushed it between her sharp teeth and felt the juice run down her throat. Across the field, a small figure paused to wave in her direction. She smiled. It was kind of them, to let her return here and fade into the landscape, to exist as wind and sea salt and a silhouette in the bright sunlight. It wasn’t an anonymity she’d ever thought she’d need. She was grateful for it now.

Sweat slithered down her shoulders. Basket slung on her arm, she picked her way toward the shade of the trees along the fence line. They didn’t need her here, which was somehow a comfort. Beneath the swaying boughs, she watched the sunlight dance dappled across her feet.

[the-travelling-witch]

HAPPY NEW YEAR!! Any goals for 2024!

happy new year!! i do have some goals for 2024 actually, some more serious than others

learn to play the (electric) guitar

write more multi-chapter/ longer fics

write more “beautifully”

improve quality of my writing overall

perhaps work on original fiction (this year fr)

be more patient with myself

be more vocally feral about haikyuu

graduate and do sth with my life lol

i think that is the core of what’s going on

[bi-disastersoup]

March of the Tropes: Day 21 - Secret Relationship

It wasn’t that he was trying to hide it, exactly. But R'alma hadn’t exactly had the opportunity to make any kind of announcement. Short drabble.