#so in my world that kiss was hello & i forgive you & i love you & goodbye all at once

[excellentrectangles]

i think agatha touching her chest and finding her locket wasn’t there was her calculated risk. she figured she would die, but she would get a shot at some more time as a ghost with unfinished business.

so she said fuck it, and marched toward Death for a first and last kiss.

[theredflagsjustlooklikeflags]

Hello! Omg I'm so excited you're writing for death note! Can i get a gender neutral reader who maybe helps light or saves his life by pulling him out of the way of a car or something, and he becomes fixated on the and kind of like dedicates his cause as kira towards them?

Of course, love . Sorry for the delay. Death Note has always been one of my favorite shows to write for so I’m a more then thrilled to fulfill your request. Hope you enjoy the story!

Innocence (Yandere! Light Yagami X Reader)

Trigger warnings: I don’t think there are any for this story, but if I missed one, let me know)

Light Yagami needed to follow his normal routine and arrive home. He only had short amount of time where he could write names in the Death Note. Light was cleansing the world, one criminal at a time. In time, he will become the god of the new world.

Although, one thing always troubled him. When he did in fact elimante L, where would Light go from there?

The simple answer was he’d continue killing those making the world rotten and Kira’s reign would prosper.

Wouldn't it be lonely ruling the world by himself? Light never paid that idea much thought. He would never find someone who’d meet his ideals and intellect.

What Light didn’t account for was someone special making their way into his life.

The teenager was in deep thought as he made their way out of the school grounds in the pouring rain.

Without warning, a force hit Light. His umbrella went flying through the air until it cascades onto the drenched sidewalk. He braced himself and closed his eyes as he waited for the fall, but it never came.

Light cautiously opened his eyes to see what stopped him from landing on the ground. The seventeen year old wasshocked to find a good looking high schooler holding tightly onto his arm.

He noticed they were wearing a uniform extremely similar to his own. This mystery person had to have be attending the same school. They were very attractive so Light figured they were probably pretty popular. If that were the case, how come Light couldn’t recognize them. He knew everyone in his classes and he was certainly popular himself. The teen contemplated over the idea that they could be a transfer but Light came to the conclusion that that couldn’t have been the case. He’d be most likely been asked to show them around. The teen would nevee forget a persons face that was constructed like a god/goddess.

Once Light regained his composure, ( Reader) let go of him and leaned down to pick up Light’s discarded umbrella. They handed it out towards him and released an apologetic smile.

Once Light held the umbrella, the other person gave a low bow. They spoke softy, but Light could still hear them over the pitter patter of the rain.

“Please forgive me, Yagami-san. I apologize for hurting you. A car was swerving and looked like it was heading straight towards you.”

(Reader) was terrified to look up from their position. They’d figure Light would simply glare and start to reprimand them. They didn’t have much experience with popular kids.

“Oh, It’s alright, uh…” The teen trailed off, hoping the other would finish his sentence.

“(Reader’s full name).”

“That was very brave of you.” (Reader) looked up at him, puzzled.

“Thank you, but I’m sure anyone would of helped you. I’m no one special.”

“I’m not so certain of that.” Light smiled a bit.

Reader simply nodded in response. The teen expected that to be the end of their discussion with Light Yagami but he did something that shocked them.

Light held out the umbrella so it was protecting both (Reader) and himself from the downpour. This small act of kindness meant the world to (Reader), as they tended to always be ignored by their peers.

The high schooler motion for them to walk together.

How could they possibly refuse Light’s offer without looking rude? If Light Yagami thought (Reader) was rude then they could kiss the days of being a nobody goodbye. They didn’t know much about the teenage boy besides the fact that he was popular and top of the class in terms of intelligence. (Reader) feared they would become the topic of what those kids whisper in the hallway. They’d become the focus of their cold glares.

So they walked with Light.

The two students made causal conversation as they made their way down the street. At first it was awkward but soon they were joking with each other as if they were old friends. Light found out that (Reader) was in almost all of his classes. They explained how they tended ti keep quiet and lurk in the background.

Each word (reader) spoke, resulted in Light coming to the conclusion that made the type of person that Kira was trying to protect.

They were good,hard working, honest and most of all innocent.

He needed to protect them. No, Kira would protect (Reader) and those like them.

He may of just found his partner. Someone to rule the world with him.

“I can’t wait to make you mine, (Reader).” Light muttered to himself.

(Reader) pretended to be oblivious to what her new acquaintance said but in truth, they heard him and they didn’t know what to think.

[tojisun]

Riffing off of 141 coming home without Johnny.

I feel like it’d also be heartbreaking if instead of fully breaking down at first you have a moment of, oh my god are the others okay? Kyle are you okay?. Then it hits. Do they have his body? Where is he? Can you go see your Johnny? Are you even allowed to? Bonus points if the last time you properly talked to them before they all left you had a small argument with soap as he was leaving out the door.

HELLO

oh my god the questions. asking if you are allowed to see your spouse; ready to beg if they say you aren't. and the—

"your johnny." just how he always playfully calls himself, yeah?

he says things like, "won't you kiss yer johnny?", "won't you hug yer johnny goodbye?"

promises things like, "yer johnny's gon' come back, bonnie. swear on m'life."

you always did tell him not to bet it all on his life, grumbling as you tell him to take that back because you are superstitious and you've long since learned to avoid the insinuation, lest your words unfurl into realities.

then here, right now...

god YEA YEA I GET YOU!! i added these tags in my prev post—

but holy shit thinking about how the shock is put on halt because you want to take care of kyle first. how the devastation did not even settle in yet as you grapple with the intensity of your worry.

you paw at the others, trying to pull them close — trying to feel them because that is the only way you will ever know that they're alive too — and when they press in, when you feel the brush of kyle's breath on your cheek and price's callused palm rubbing your back and simon's warmth on your side, the ache sinks in.

it spreads all over your chest, chilling the pathways of your nerves until you feel like you are suspended; like the rest of the world has frozen over.

"kyle, i'm— i wanna see— i wanna see jo—"

god, you can't even say his name.

also? are you tryna kill me with that last one? "bonus points" ON WHAT? THE WHUMP SCALE? THE ANGST EXAM?? BC UR PASSING IT W FLYING COLOURS

im gutted so hard oh my godddd

i just know you (reader) won't be able to forgive yourself; won't be able to sleep at night. hell, you can't even stay in the same house anymore because it's so full of johnny and his smell and even the phantom sounds of his laugh. and his room was still unmade and you are so afraid to walk in and see it the same way that he left it — with his clothes on the floor, his extra pair of boots flung around, and there on his bed post was the scarf from a random girl he met at the bar.

you know he wouldn't cheat so why did you keep on insisting? why were you lashing out?

why did you—

"sometimes, i don't think you even truly love me."

why did you say that to him?

[bookloover35]

Sherlock Holmes X fem reader- Father and Daughter time.

Sherlocks Pov:

Yn: Are you sure you can take care of Ofelia tonight?

You have this big case to solve.

I can tell my sister Juliett that we can have sibling dinner some other night.

Sherlock: Yn, love, you haven't met your sister since Ofelia was born.

Go out and have dinner with her, talk about childhood memories, the kind of things you talk about with your siblings.

And I can look for clues and work on the case here from home and at the same time Ofelia and I can have father and daughter time.

I answered her and took our one-year-old daughter out of her cradle, kissed her head and walked over to Yn.

When Ofelia caught sight of her mother, she smiled a toothless smile.

Yn started to tickle her and then Ofelia started laughing with us.

Yn: Sure sounds like a fun idea.

A little father and daughter time, of course you want it my little flower.

She started to laugh even more.

And shook her little hands.

Sherlock: There you see, she loves that idea.

Me and Ofelia are doing fine, so go so you won't be late.

Yn: Okay, okay I'll go and forgive me I trust you but this is my first time i .....

Before she could say anything else I cut her off with a kiss.

Sherlock: It is okay.

You have nothing to apologize for you are just doing what normal first child mothers do.

I know you trust me and I'm a little nervous myself.

But I've seen how you do with her so we I can handle this.

She smiled at me and kissed me back for a long time and then she kissed Ofelia on the forehead.

Yn: Okay, I'm going.

Ofelia be kind to your father, love you both bye see you later.

Sherlock: We love you too, say goodbye to mother Ofelia.

When Yn had gone out the door, Ofelia yawned it was time for a little nap for my little angel.

Timskip.

Waaaaaaaah waaaaaaaaaaah.

Sherlock: Daddy's coming shush daddy's on his way.

Hello my little angel, daddy is here now.

When I picked her up from her cradle, she snuggled up against my chest.

She stopped crying and after a while her purple belly started rumbling.

I looked up at our watch and saw that it was the perfect time for dinner for the two of us.

Timskip again sorry.

Yns Pov.

Finally home.

Don't get me wrong, I love my sister and have missed her a lot.

But I want to be with my husband and my little flower.

I have to admit I was a little nervous.

I trust Sherlock 100% he really is an absolutely amazing father/husband.

And he has been since we got married and when I was pregnant with Ofelia.

He is absolutely wonderful with her.

Other men tend not to be this much with their children.

But not Sherlock he wants to be with her as often as he can.

Ofelia is only one year old and she really has her daddy wrapped around her little finger.

Yn: Sherlock I am home.

When I entered the apartment, I was greeted by a sight that I wish I could capture in a picture.

Sherlock was sleeping on the sofa with Ofelia sleeping and wrapped in a blanket cuddling in his father's arms.

I walked up to them and kissed Sherlock's forehead and whispered.

Yn: You are a great man Sherlock Holmes.

And Ofelia will have the best father in the world.

The end.

[kleewie]

doc, i think she's crashin' out

summary: he couldn’t stop death. so, death kindly stopped for you. and years later, he’s still picking up the pieces—one shard after another. but you, of all people, know that nothing heals a wound better than letting go. (simply, a bittersweet fic where you reincarnate into someone else’s body and watch your lover in anguish over your death).

→ pairings: diluc, & xiao

→ warnings: not properly proofread (may have tense issues), angst, character death (you), mentions of death, grief, bittersweet comfort, mentions of blood and wounds, trauma (about your death), gender-neutral reader (the use of she on the title is from a song quote called ‘epiphany by t.s’)

→ author’s note: hi, it’s me again. i was supposed to finish this weeks ago but i was exhausted from a fourteen hour flight and it took me a while to get my rhythm back. but here it is and i hope you enjoy it :> anyway, was planning to (maybe?) make a part two. like, what if they find out it’s you in that body. and what’d they would say or do. (yes, ayato was supposed to be in this but i switched him out to be included in a different angsty fic)

and credits to @wholelottaprompts for the angsty prompts!!

beware, lengthy post ahead! more under the cut!

#diluc:

it begins as a normal day. a typical, ordinary, day.

you clean the bed, eat breakfast with your beloved, greet the servants a ‘good morning’, kiss diluc's cheek goodbye, head to the market to shop, say ‘hello’ to a passing kaeya, smacking his shoulder in surprise when he teases you: (“shush! you're going to ruin the surprise!” you laugh).

so, how is it you're freezing? how is it you can't feel your legs? how is it possible to be bleeding out on the cold snow, one hand over your wound?

you don't know—it was such a beautiful day.

all you do know is the resounding pain from your abdomen. the feeling of blood sliding down your body. and the awareness of your inevitable end; all alone on the chilly ice.

you want it to stop. you scream, please make it stop.

but, no words fall out of your mouth.

only complete silence.

hours seem like days, before you hear the sound of boot steps—heavy and frantic, crunching on the snow.

someone comes for you. and you breathe a sigh of relief.

alone. you aren't going to die alone.

“you came,” you weep.

“always, my love.” diluc kneels beside you, placing a pressured hand on the fatal gash. “i’m right here, you're alright. you're going to be fine.”

he's lying.

you can tell.

you see it by the way his eyes moisten at the intensity of the wound. the way he squeezes his eyelids shut, hoping the tears don't fall. the way his eyebrows furrow in concentration, as if praying you don't see how terrified he is to lose you.

“forgive me,” he whispers. “please, forgive me.”

diluc twists, looking back, and you hear him scream. one so agonizing, so piercing. a shout for someone, for anybody, to please save you.

but you can barely think; you're too exhausted, too numb.

you squeeze his hand, “it's the end of the line for us, isn't it?”

“no—” he says, sucking breaths in between sobs. “—we have all the time in the world, darling.”

#after:

you wake up days later, in a warm bed.

the heat's almost too much to bear, so you shuffle all the bedsheets off your body. you sit up, and the sudden awareness hits.

i’m alive! your thoughts sing.

you can’t wait to see diluc! you can’t wait to hug him! you can’t wait to kiss him!

but, a surprised gasp escapes you.

because standing in front of you is a giant standing mirror. and a reflection, unlike your own, stares back at you.

you scream.

it takes two weeks to accept the new, well, you: a sickly child of a pair of gardeners who work at the ragnvindr estate. apparently, you were at the brink of death—wasting away from a bacterial infection you caught weeks ago—and survived.

you know the truth though. their child died. and you took over their body like some demon (why you come back as them? you have no idea).

funny. they're the same age as you (when you died).

so subtly, you try asking the couple about your previous body. i mean, who in their right minds will believe you reincarnated into their child's body? a fever dream, they may say.

but they greet you with clammy hands and wide eyes, begging never to mention that name ever again.

at least, never out loud. and not ever in the presence of the master. because everyone knows how miserable he is from the loss of his beloved.

four years had passed since the incident. yet, his wound still stings as if their death happened yesterday.

still, you want to see him. partly in disbelief and partly in fury.

after all these years he still longs for your presence.

oh, your sweet, sweet diluc.

and because how dare he continue to beat himself up over an accident he had no control over.

that's the last thing you want.

to hurt himself over the memory of you.

alas, the opportunity to see him comes.

the head maid summons you to work as a house servant for the mansion. this was your (the previous soul's) plan to work for the family, who has treated yours with such kindness (only cancelling because of your prior sickness).

so now, you're sweeping the dirt out of the second floor of the dull manor. dusting the windows, wiping the cabinets, scrubbing here and there.

sometimes, you glimpse a wandering shadow. one, whose eyes stare unseeingly—only brightening up upon seeing a covered old portrait of halcyon days.

a scene, you know so well.

a couple smiles at the painter, eyes beaming with happiness.

yet, the ecstatic emotion doesn't reflect back at the man staring at it.

at times, you see an anguished soul. one, who knows how to push people away—barking furiously, at anyone who tries to come close.

even if that person happens to be you.

“what do you think you're doing?” he snaps. “who allowed you to enter this room?”

me, you want to say. it's my room.

instead, you respond with: “my apologies, master. the room's dirty. so i thought it'd be nice to have it cleaned.”

diluc stares, stern and sharp. a moment passes and you see his eyes trail behind you.

on instinct, you look back to notice an opened maroon-colored present on the bed side table.

the lid of the box lays forgotten on the floor,

and a lustrous gold ring sits on the wooden desk.

his gaze immediately softens.

“leave,” he scolds. “and never come back.”

you obey his orders.

sadly, you're banned from the room. but you're thankful you get to stay at the mansion.

and unbeknownst to you, diluc lingers for hours.

peering at the piece of jewelry he bought four years ago as a token of his love for you.

ever so often, you find a sorrowful man—one too grief-stricken to eat. all his meals turn into mush and slop, thinking about how you used to love dining with him.

he remembers sitting with you while he works, your hand in his.

he recalls you caressing his hair, soothing his head from the nightmares that plague his sleep.

he recollects all of your jokes, even the ones that aren't even funny. but you're smiling and it brightens his day.

you, you, you.

he finds the thought of you hard to swallow.

once in a while, you hear the sounds of footsteps tapping at midnight—soft and light on the second floor. he walks with purpose; now and then, lifting his legs high as if trailing on thick snow.

tailing him, you watch as he mindlessly marches towards the end of the corridor. towards your old room.

his fingers twist the doorknob to no avail.

it's locked.

he can't get in. he can't save you.

you place a gentle hand on his back, guiding the man back to his room.

even in his unconscious state, he looks for you.

he searches for you in the coldest of places. hoping and praying, he'll make it in time.

in time to see your radiant smile once more.

(he doesn't)

sometimes, you glimpse a shadow of his former self—eyes staring fondly at a scene you know perfectly well.

“i haven’t looked at this portrait in years,” diluc says, softly.

he leans against the wall opposite of the image, his dominant hand rests within the right pocket of his pants.

in the painting, you and diluc are smiling. eyes sparkling joyfully.

you shoot him a quizzical look.

the curtains that hid the portrait are gone. but you're sure it was there a day ago. certainly, it was him who removed it.

glancing at his peaceful form, you ask, “do you miss them?”

diluc twists a gold ring in his pocket. his fingers brush the cursive engraving of your name.

sentiments of melancholy soar in his chest, thinking about the day you died.

the same day he was going to propose.

a bittersweet smile rests on his face, “more than you know.”

#xiao:

“xiao!”

where is he? why isn't he coming? your thoughts run as fast as your feet carry you—over thick terrain, and sliding repeatedly on the rain soaked ground.

“xiao!” you scream.

swishing your head back, you see the faint silhouette of your attackers. seven treasure hoarders sprint towards your direction, enraged by your successful stealing attempt.

it's a commission, you see. all you have to do is: sneak into a specific treasure hoarder hideout, steal a specified silver necklace, and easily get out.

a supposed effortless commission.

and unexpectedly, it's the job that's going to get you killed.

if it weren't for the bleeding gash on your abdomen, and the flint arrow jammed through your ankle— you'd beat these watered-down weaklings any day.

but you're exhausted from the sleepless night before. drained from crying your eyes out in a jealous fit of rage; all because you couldn't stand hearing the traveler's name, over and over, from your dearest adeptus' lips.

“please, xiao!” you yelp, sliding against a tree root.

shouldn't he be here by now? you wonder. is he the type of person to watch you suffer in agony as revenge for yesterday? of course not!

he will be here the moment you call his name. he will rescue and then chastise you after.

but, a bitter taste wallows in your throat. he's not coming and it's all your fault.

screaming you absolutely hate him to his face? weeping about how unfair his favoritism is? praying you suddenly die a swift death so he can finally be with the person he truly loves?

how stupid can you be!

“i didn't mean what i said!” you choke, as a steady stream of tears fall. “i'm so sorry for everything, xiao—”

a gust of wind cuts your apology, and xiao stands right before you with a concerned (almost frantic) look on his face.

he digests the scene quickly, beating the humans who dare hurt his cherished lover. “foolish!” xiao scolds. “reckless! what were you think—”

xiao's heart skips a beat. turning around, he sees you on the muddy ground. one hand squeezing your chest in a death grip. he hastily dashes to you and places your back on his lap.

“who did this?” xiao snarls.

struggling, you point a finger at your left ankle. xiao immediately notices the flint arrow coated in a mulberry-like tint.

poison, you think. you're going to die.

tears flood your eyes as your chest feels heavier than ever before. like an anchor pulling you to the bottom of an ocean, while you suffocate slowly.

“i don't want to die.” you mumble, between shallow breaths.

xiao places one hand under your knees and another behind your back, lifting you up into his arms. “don't be scared, i'm right here.”

puffs of wind sting your face and you know he's carrying you to help. searching for a doctor, or a merchant. for anyone to help.

a plop of water tickles your eyelash, compelling you to glance upwards. “you know, i don't think i've ever seen you cry...”

unblinking, xiao stares forward and more tears slide down his cheeks. as if sensing the life trickle out of your body, he whispers “do not leave my side.”

you're to tired to respond.

but, you hope the sigh of relief coming from your lips is a loud enough answer.

#after:

past memories materialize in your brain like an electric shock.

you died—oh, archons—you're dead!

your hands shake in terror, and you feel like throwing up.

oh, yes. you do puke your guts out. in front of your newfangled distraught parents.

apparently the blast of information is too much to bear for a seven year old.

(even if your current mind is older than twice your current age)

and your parents don't know what to do: you don't eat, you don't talk, you stare out the window with glazed eyes, you barely sleep at all, even food doesn't help.

and they know how much you love food.

so imagine their surprise seeing their child burst out into tears upon feeding your favorite dish, almond tofu.

tears of happiness? nope. you sob hopelessly remembering your dearest xiao. your favorite person in the whole world.

oh, what you would give to jump back into his arms.

but, no. you're stuck here. you've stolen an innocent child's body. taken the place of that said child. taking advantage of your new parent's kindness.

how it happened? you don't know.

but you're smart enough not to ask.

precautions in case they decide to burn you as a sacrifice to the gods, for figuring out you're a devil in disguise? i mean, you don't know these people. it's better to be safe than sorry.

anyway, the sudden personality change baffles your parents.

a month ago, you nearly drowned playing near the deep waters of wangshu inn. a day after the incident, you remain the same. weeks later, you're having nightmares and talking in your sleep.

what's going on? your parents don't know. they think you're having a delayed response to almost drowning. and they absolutely need to bring a healer to you pronto.

your grandmother, who coincidentally happens to be verr goldet, recommends she takes you into her care while they (father and mother) head to liyue harbor.

they accept. and you're thrown into the arms of your loving grandmother.

some days, she tells you stories about the illuminated beasts known as the adepti. magical beings who protect liyue from demons and vile gods.

grandmother winks, “i hear, a certain friend of mine loves almond tofu. try offering some, and maybe he'll tell you more stories.”

and that's how you're sitting on the floor, leaning against an open window in one of the inn's available rooms.

the mere action beckons child services to scoop you up. i guess, she trusts you not to fall to your death.

anyhow, the plated dish lays perfectly on the window sill. yet, xiao still hasn't come to say hi, and you've been waiting for hours.

why would he come? you think, he doesn't know you.

unsurprisingly, you fall asleep as exhaustion creeps up on you.

and unknowingly, you whisper xiao's name over and over while you dream of blissful days. watching the sunsets and sunrises with your dearest person.

you don't see the yaksha when you wake up though. but the empty plate on the bottom of the window sill attests his visit.

afterwards, you see xiao three times.

your first meeting takes place when you are seven and a half years old. outside wangshu inn, near the shallow waters.

funnily enough, you assume that since you (previous child) virtually died (actually died) while swimming in the said place, you suppose you'd be banned from going near the said place.

but composed grandma has other ideas. rephrasing her words, “face your fears, or face your death.” yes, she loves you and only wants you to be prepared for the worst. then how hard can it be? you know how to swim. it'll be easy-peasy.

so how is it possible you're choking on sea water? your limbs struggle to bring you above the surface, and your neck cranes at different angles to help you breathe.

“xiao—please—help!” you scream, gasping for air.

seconds later, someone carries you up by the back collar of your t-shirt. “mortals and death wishes,” xiao chastises as he drops you on the grass. “leave my name out of this.”

your mouth gapes open in awe. he's here! he came! you're so giddy that you nearly spill the beans (of who you are). “thank you! it's great to see you again!” you beam.

xiao tilts his head quizzically, “...again?” he pauses and then says, “forget it. it's time to move you somewhere else. lest you'd call me again for something mediocre.”

you wince. now isn't a good time to reveal who you are, you figure. he'd likely scoff at your face and evade all contact with you than actually believe your story.

so you keep it to yourself for the time being.

before xiao can seize your collar (well, to carry you around of course), your tiny hand grasps his fingers.

“did you like the food?” you ask, pulling him towards wangshu inn.

he throws a bizarre look, one akin to surprise and turmoil. and subsequently nods slowly, as if testing your reaction.

“let's go home then!” you chirp. “there's more in the fridge.”

xiao stops walking, taken aback. and you suppose your friendly invitation is too much for the adepti. but a short while later, he's behind you, trailing after your footsteps.

four years pass and now you're eleven.

it's time for your daily afternoon walk. as your doctor recommends walking around the shoreline to cure your fear of swimming, you stroll near guili plains.

honestly, you're only permitted to walk near the inn. but hey, what's a life without adventure?

hours pass and you're exhausted from wandering. so you decide to rest beneath a tree to gain enough strength to walk back to wangshu.

however, fate loves to meddle and you end up tripping on a piece of cobblestone. upon inspecting the rock, you notice your name carved on the stone.

and your heartbeat quickens. your name? how could you forget? this is where your life ended, within the embrace of the person you loved most.

a snowy colored flower catches your attention. a qingxin. the freshness of the plant makes it seem like someone placed it quite recently.

actually, spot on theory. a breeze of wind tickles your back, signaling the arrival of a certain annoyed adepti.

“tread carefully,” xiao warns, adjusting the disorderly flowers. “perhaps, try to watch where you're going.”

his words sound awful, but you notice the lack of hostility. inviting xiao to eat lunch at the inn must've done wonders as he's less unfriendly towards you.

you mutter a sincere 'sorry' and plop down on your knees, facing the grave. your eyes watch the adepti in sheer engrossment, trying to make the grave as perfect as possible.

the words flow out of your mouth without much thought, “are you always here?”

xiao opens his mouth to speak but quickly closes it. a pause. he repeats the action, following another pause. he's likely contemplating why in archon's name he'd be telling his troubles to a child like you.

and you understand his hesitancy. he barely knows you, you've only met him twice, and he isn't the type of person to spill his whole life story to a kid he knows.

but before you can change the topic, xiao whispers, “unusual it is. they’re gone... i know it. but i always come back, waiting for them to return.”

you’re thirteen when a dream scares the living daylights out of you.

your eyes blink, adjusting to the darkness of your room. clammy hands grip the bottom hem of your t-shirt as your eyes fill up with tears.

how scary it is. to continually have reoccurring dreams about your death day. the drumming of the rain must have triggered the nightmare, as your bad dreams seemingly happen on a rainy day.

“help me... please. xiao,” you mumble, tucking yourself deeper into the blanket.

instantaneously the adepti appears kneeling beside your bed. he lightly lifts the cover; and you, fully-adjusted to the darkness, see a perplexed look on his face.

“the rain scares me,” you croak, voice raspy from crying.

xiao’s expression promptly softens. “don’t be afraid. i’m here.” 

he pauses before adding, “...and i don’t like the rain either.”

you nod in agreement. the day you stumbled upon your own grave was the same day he explained about what happened to you—a story you reminisce multiple times in your nightmares.

but you’re in no mood for frightening tales. 

grabbing his hand, you ask: “can you tell me a story about them?”

xiao’s shoulders relax, appreciating your reassuring hand. “they love adventures and exploring the great unknowns,” he pauses. “now they are finally flying above the stars, just like they always wanted.”

author’s note: before anyone comes after me saying xiao wouldn’t take that long to save you, his part actually occurs at the same time the chasm escape lore happens. so the moment he shows up was the only time he actually heard you calling his name. ‘cause we all know he’d come running to save you instantly if you called ;-;

also, it’s purely platonic on xiao’s part. we don’t ship pedo in this blog;; he simply treats you as a little sister/brother in the #after sections.

[trashmouth-richie]

TWIN FLAMES: 12 🔥

| 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 || 13 |, 14, 15

*Surprise! Earlier than expected 🥰

Eddie x Female!Reader

Summary: Dinner at your house 🍽️

W.C 3.8k

Warnings: MINORS DNI, Blowjobs, throat fucking, titty fucking, mean!Eddie.

A/N: can’t believe we have made it to part 12! Thank you for everyone so invested into this story, thank you to @munson-blurbs for helping me finish this!!

The next few days fly by like a blur. Billy was stable and was released from the hospital. His father and step mother came back home and sent him off to a boarding ranch for naughty teens in Montana. After a tearful goodbye with Nancy, Steve was sent to a 60 day inpatient rehab facility in Indianapolis. His parents finally dropped the veil of “our perfect son can do no wrong.”

They both spent Thursday night at your house crying with your parents. Mary apologized to you for her behavior and begged for your forgiveness, her designer mascara trudging down her cheeks traitorously. You weren’t one for grudges and honestly you were just happy that Steve was getting help.

“You’ve always been like a daughter to us, Y/N I should have known better than to think ill of you.” Never having to wonder where Steve gets his dramatic vibes from, you patted her hand gently and gave it a squeeze of reassurance, a silent acceptance.

Things were starting to settle down and feel normal again. The one thing that stayed constant through all the turmoil and sudden changes— was Eddie. Eddie stood by your side through it all, a valiant, heavy medaled, warrior—bracing his armored clad arms around you, keeping you safe.

Friday presented itself as a beautiful day. The sun is leaking through the sheer curtains in your room spreading a warm growth against the plush carpet of your bedroom. Slipping your arms out from beneath your sheets, stretching and letting out a yawn, you turn to face the clock, 7:01AM. The phone rings. Leaning over to answer it and stifling a groan, “h-hello?”

“Oh how I love your little morning voice, princess,” Eddie sing songs through the other end.

Your stomach flutters at the sound of his voice, soothing and sexy, “Mmm, good morning handsome,” you murmur, twirling the cord between your fingers.

“Morning sweetheart,” Eddie says, “how’d you sleep?” He’s in the kitchen packing some pretzels into a plastic baggie.

Slipping your free hand beneath the cotton of your sleep shorts you answer, “I only sleep well when you’re with me.” Twirling slow circles into your sensitive bud. You couldn’t help it, even Eddie’s voice made you long for him, “I wish you were here.”

“Aww princess, you’re making me blush, I wish I was there with you too.”

A small, delicate moan escapes your lips as you pleasure yourself to the sultry mix that is Eddie’s voice. “You still coming over tonight for dinner and to meet my mom?”

Fingers entering your velvet walls as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world baby girl” Eddie says, “by the time I get home from work and shower it should be about 6:30 by the time i make it to your house is that alright?”

“Y-yeah it’s uhh, yeah that’ll be perfect,” your fingers are moving frantically against your clit. “I just can’t wait to see you, and touch you.”

Eddie chuckles, “Ooh baby, are you feeling naughty this morning?”

“I’m just trying to make myself feel the way that you do.. but I’m having some trouble.”

Spitting out bitter coffee all over the kitchen Eddie balks, “y—you-you’re doing what?!”

“I told you I missed you, I haven’t seen you since Wednesday… and your voice is just so sexy and I’m imagining you here with me, so would you wanna help me out… I’m almost there just not quite nailing it home.”

“And the vixen returns…” Eddie purrs, “baby you are going to be the death of me, but who would I be to deny you something so deliciously sexy this early in the morning, if I were there with you… I would be placing my lips on your neck, kissing you sweetly, running my hands up and down your thighs, ghosting over the place you need me so badly.”

Your fingers are moving feverishly against your clit, absorbing the warm wetness that consumes your pussy whenever you’re aroused. “Mm… what else Eddie, tell me what else.”

“I’d slowly take my cock and run it through the folds of your wet dripping cunt, I would inch it further and further into you. Raising my head up to watch your sweet little face pull together as you moan my name.”

“Eddie”

“Mmm yeah, you like that? You like me telling you how I would fuck you?” Eddie unzips his mechanic uniform and spits into his hand, rubbing the drippy precum over his purpling head, giving it hard pumps to catch up to you.

“S’close Eddie,” your fingers are slick with your own juices as you pump into yourself tediously and use your other hand to rub circles around your clit. You moan out as the coil in your lower belly begins to snap. “I’m coming Eddie, oh my god.” You throw a pillow over your face as you moan loudly letting your release coat your fingers.

Eddie’s pumping his cock in record speed, “fuck baby me too, oh shit,” hes standing over the sink and cums hard, releasing himself all over a faded, bleached kitchen towel.

You’re gasping for air beneath the soft silk of your pillowcase when you float back down from the clouds of your high and hear Eddie’s ragged breathing on the other end of the phone. “.. you.. oh fuck, I have to leave in like 3 minutes. Or I’m going to be late… but we will revisit this later.” You can hear Eddie’s smile break against his lips as he tells you he loves you and hangs up the phone.

Driving to Hawkins you try to dissect what your dad said to you this morning before leaving for the office. “I have something important to talk to you and Eddie about tonight.” Originally you assumed he wanted to ask you if you were being safe, using protection, but maybe he was going to tell you Eddie wasn’t good for you. You couldn’t bear the thought of your dad doing that, not after how much he seemed to enjoy Eddie’s gig. You shake the thought from your head as you continue driving to surprise your favorite metalhead with lunch. You had called Benny’s Diner earlier to place your order to be ready when you rolled into Hawkins. Picking up the savory burgers and fries, you speed to the shop, letting the smell of the food waft out the windows of your car into the humid, sticky air.

Balancing the bags of food in one hand and the bigger than life Dr. Pepper in another, you walk gingerly to the front door of the shop to the reception desk. The middle aged woman with twinkling green eyes and wrinkles adorning them smiles widely at you. “Oh my goodness gracious, what have we here?” she says standing leaning towards you.

“Hi, I’m bringing some lunch for Eddie.” You say matching her smile.

“Well my word,” she says grasping her chest as her graying blond girls bounce, “you’re the one, the one that boy hasn't stopped talking about.” You smile even wider at her words. You didn’t know Eddie had been beaming about you to his coworkers. Before you can say anything she grabs the phone, hits a few buttons and waits for someone to answer, “Rich? Send Eddie up here, his pretty girlfriend is here with some lun—-yes she’s real Jesus, just send him quick!” She hangs up and blushes a quick pink, “sorry bout that, they all thought Eddie would be single forever since the whole town, outside of these 4 walls, is afraid of him… but we are all so glad that he has you.”

Sometimes it’s easy to forget how much this town hates him, the only thing you ever thought of him was how wonderful and caring he is. Eddie comes running out of the back door leading to one of the bays, “y/n? What are you doing here?” He’s grinning from ear to ear, his overalls are hung low on his hips and tied at the waist leaving him in a white tank, smeared with motor oil and grease. He’s got a baseball cap on backwards with his hair pulled loosely into a bun at the nape of his neck.

“I wanted to surpri—” Eddie grabs you up in his arms and places a chaste kiss to your mouth, “Eddie..”

Loud whistling is heard from the bays as Eddie’s coworkers are hooting and hollering. “Oh would you all shut up and leave ‘em alone!” the receptionist shushes them all, as they turn, begrudgingly heading back to work. “Take 45 minutes today Munson, I’ll let Jimmy know.” She gives you both a wink as Eddie sets you down to go and punch out.

Sitting in the back of Eddie’s van finishing up the burgers and fries and slurping up the last bit of Dr. Pepper, Eddie turns to you and lays a greasy lipped kiss on your neck. “You’re incredible.” Kiss. “I can’t believe you’re mine.” Kiss. “I'm so lucky.”

You still blush and get goosebumps whenever he says sweet things to you. After everything that has happened you can’t believe Eddie has stood beside you through it all. “I’m the lucky one,” you say smiling as you kiss his full lips, “you’re so ridiculously sexy, I mean look at you, fuck I could just gobble you up… in fact.” You unzip Eddie’s overalls and push him back slightly as you wiggle your way down him. Shutting the doors to Eddie’s van you turn back to him, locking your eyes with him as you take your top off letting your heaving chest bounce freely.

“Christ baby,” Eddie groans as you slither down and yank his cock out of his pants, you dribble spit slowly out of your lips onto his girthy length. You slide him in your mouth slowly until your lips meet his ballsack, kitten licking them as you breathe through your nose. Eddie’s head is thrown back in ecstasy as his hips snap forward. Spit is flowing out of your mouth as the onslaught of his dick extending gloriously in your throat deepens. You clasp your hardened nipples between your fingers as you pull back, catching your breath.

Spitting forcefully on your own chest you lean forward and push your tits around Eddie’s dick. “Oh fuck sweetheart, oh my God.” Eddie sits up on one of the amps strewn across the back of the van. You wedge between his legs as you continue your position of squeezing your luscious pillowy tits around Eddie’s thick cock. “Fuck baby, look at you, look at those tits, Jesus Christ, I’m about to cum where do you want me?”

“Mmm, my chest so I can lick it up.” You say seductively as Eddie lifts his ass off the amp to pound violently into your cleavage. Hot ropes of his cum paint your chest as his moans echo throughout the van. The fringe of his bands stick to his forehead with sweat. His eyebrows knit together, and release as he comes down from his high. He tucks himself back into the cotton waistband of his underwear as he looks at you. Eyes filled with lust and desire, his eyelids hanging low as if he could take a nap. He leans forward and places a deep kiss into our lips. He runs a thick finger through his cum spreading it across your chest. You moan with delight at the feeling of his hands on you.

His dark hostile eyes never leave yours as one of his hands snakes around your neck like a veiny necklace. Wrapping his thick fingers around it and squeezing gently, the bite of his cold rings sending shivers down your spine. Scooping up his cum with two fingers watching it drop between them as he places them into your mouth, shoving them further and further down your throat until you gag slightly. You wrap your lips around his fingers, enveloping them in the hot saliva and cum filled adobe that is your mouth. Sucking his fingers clean, Eddie whispers, “good girl.”

Finding a napkin tucked inside the takeout bags, Eddie begins to clean his cum off of your chest. “Wait,” you say as you lean into the bag. You pull out a single fry, swiping the salty fried crunchiness down your lips, and landing home across your chest, swiping up his cum with the fry and popping it back into your mouth. Eddie’s eyes are blown wide with amazement as you lick the salt both from the fries and the saltiness of his cum off your fingers, “mm, delicious.”

Eddie’s mouth falls into a sly grin as he kisses you deeply, thrashing his tongue against yours and entangling his fingers in your hair. Breaking away and trying like hell to leave a purpling hickey on his neck, marking him as yours, Eddie breathes,“Baby I have to get back to work, and you’re —fuck, not making it easy.”

He lets out a throaty moan that vibrates against your lips, tingling through your body. “Seriously sweetheart, I have to go.” Eddie pulls back from you and finds your shirt on the floor of the van, he pulls it over your head as he ties up his coveralls.

You jut your bottom lip out in a fake, pouty, defiance as you open the back of the van and jump out. “But tonight is so far away.”

“T minus 5ish hours my little love,” Eddie wraps you into a hug and kisses you softly, “I love you baby, drive safe, I’ll see you tonight!” He’s jogging to the door, his dark messy bun bobbing behind him, he turns slightly, looking over his left shoulder and winks before disappearing in the open bay door.

You swear your panties are wet from that interaction alone.

Later that night at your house you are busy prepping the salad as your mother is deciding which wine to serve with the pasta. She settles on a nice bottle of Pinot Grigio as she makes her way back into the kitchen. “Are you nervous to have Eddie over tonight?” Your mother asks as she throws the wine bottle atop of some ice.

Cutting the cucumbers you look up, “No not really, he already met dad and dad really seemed to like him so that’s good, although dad did say he was something important to talk to us about tonight but I’m not sure what that entails.”

Your mother gets a look of concern on her face, “That's news to me y/n, I have no idea what he would say.”

“Yeah me neither.”

The doorbell rings and of course it is Eddie. Your dad hollers from the den that he’ll get it. “Eddie!” Your dad yells excitedly as he opens the door. Gathering him into a bear hug and squeezing him tightly.

“Hey Dan, how are ya?” Eddie says as he claps your dad’s shoulder.

“Come in, come in! Y/n’s in the kitchen with her mother, getting everything ready— and if you go in there you’ll be summoned so let’s go hide in the de—.”

“Dan! It’s time to eat!” Your mother interrupts foiling your dad plan.

“Shit, another day!” Your dad says laughing as he makes his way into the dining room. The oval oak table is set for four. Two candelabras are balancing the ambiance of the room as the candles dance to their own silent melody. You come into the room arranging the chilled wine onto the table as your eyes meet Eddie’s. He’s dressed in a black button up shirt rolled up to the elbows, a black pair of jeans with, surprisingly, no holes in them, and black lace up boots. His hair was freshly washed and he was wearing a new cologne. Fuck, he looked good. your mother stands at the doorway with a smile on her face looking at your dad.

You walk over to Eddie, the knee length black dress you’re wearing flowing with your body as you walk. Eddie mouths “wow”, his throat bobbing with every sway of your hips. Walking to him you peck him innocently on the cheek. “You look so nice,” you beam at him.

“You look gorgeous,” he whispers. Turning to your mom you hold your hand out gesturing to her, “Eddie, this is my mother, Rose, mom, this is my boyfriend, Eddie.”

Your mom walks towards him and wraps him in a hug. “It’s so nice to meet you!” She says as she pulls away from him.

“Thank you for having me, Mrs. Y/L/N.” Eddie said.

The four of you join together at the table passing around the salad, bread, and pasta. The conversation is light talking about the weather, Eddie’s job, and the upcoming senior year. “So Eddie, do you have plans for college?”

Eddie finished swallowing his mouth full of food as he responds, “Actually yeah, I’m thinking of staying local and studying as a diesel mechanic.” You had no idea Eddie had even planned on going to college, you figured he was going to try and make it big with his band.

“Diesel Mechanics are needed almost everywhere!” Your dad chimes in. “That’s a great career choice, Eddie.”

Eddie blushes slightly as he thanks your dad. “I just want to make something of myself.” Your mother beams at him as she takes a sip of her wine.

The meal couldn’t have been better and it seemed as though your parents thoroughly enjoyed Eddie’s company. Laughing at his small jokes and listening intently to his stories.

After supper is cleaned up your dad calls you and Eddie into his study. The den is decorated with deep polished woods and emerald green carpet. A book shelf adorns one of the walls and is covered floor to ceiling with various sizes of books, Eddie is certain he has never been anywhere this nice his entire life.

Dan pulls out a small polished wooden box from the oversized desk in front of the window, thumbing the edges as he pushes it open. Laying inside on plush crimson velvet lies six Cuban cigars. He plucks one out as he motions for you both to have a seat on the leather sofa as he cuts and lights the cigar, puffing slightly and rolling o’s out of his mouth like a cartoon bad guy as he leans back into his chair.

“Thank you both for joining me. Eddie, as you probably aren’t aware, I never have Y/N in this study unless I’m delivering serious news. I’m going to keep this as light as possible but it is serious.” You and Eddie share a nervous glance as he laces his fingers with yours, squeezing lightly. “When I was growing up I had three very close friends. Two of them were brothers. We had a band, and did everything together. One of them was Steve’s dad, and the other two were Ray & Wayne Munson.”

The sound of Eddie’s own family being mentioned in this room by your dad is enough to send a small bead of sweat down his neck. “What?” You shout to your dad as you look at Eddie’s vacant expression.

“Just let me finish y/n,” your dad says holding a hand up, “I could go into details about how Ray and I fell apart but I’ll save you that. When y/n mentioned she had a new boyfriend she only gave us your first name, Eddie, I had no idea you were Ray’s son… I uh— I want you to know that the reason you were released from juvy and the reason your dad is behind bars— is because of me and Steve’s dad. I would never in my life tell you to stop seeing my daughter because of who your dad is. Apples don’t fall far from the tree but it’s as if you were never even on the same limb as he was. You are welcome here anytime, thank you for taking care of my daughter.”

Eddie’s face is indifferent as he stares a hole into the carpet. His knees are bouncing as he leans forward, “So you know Wayne?”

“Yes, we were very close and he came to me when I was still working in Hawkins, asking for my help. It was right after that clerk was killed and you were sent to juvy.”

“So— okay,” Eddie says, standing up and pacing around the study, “W-Wayne came to you about my dad?”

“Yes.” Your dad says with a puzzled expression.

Eddie’s hands are on his hips as he shakes his head up and down. “Ok ok ok ok okay, ummm y/n, I have to head home. Thank you for having me Mr. Y/L/N.” He opens the door of the study and walks out.

You look from your dad to the door and run after Eddie.

“Wait! Eddie, wait where are you going?” He’s halfway to his van when he hears you and stops, turning quick on his heel.

“12 years, y/n, I’ve grown up without a dad for almost 12 goddamn years! And why is that?! Because of your dad!” He is throwing his hands wildly as rage fills his face.

Trying to diffuse the situation you ask, “Eddie. Don’t you think you were better off without him?”

“Guess I’ll never know because he’s rotting in jail and I’m here, being raised by his brother!” A single tear streams down his face, “I just— I can’t fucking believe it! The other shoe has finally dropped and boy is she a doozie.”

“What is that supposed to mean Eddie? Wayne loves you like you’re his own son!” You say shifting your weight as you cross your arms.

“But I’m not! You don’t get it Y/N! All the father-son things at school and everything else I missed out on because I was raised by Wayne. The entire town hates my fucking guts because my dad is locked up. It means that this,” he says, motioning between the two of you, “was too good to be true. I’ll always be a charity case to your family and I don’t need that.”

Tears are falling heavily down your face as you prepare for what comes next. “Eddie, that's not fair! He was just doing what he felt was right at the time!”

“And what was that exactly?! Crying myself to sleep for years because even though he was a shitty person he was still my dad?!!” Eddie runs his hands down his face in defeat, “ya know what?… I can’t do this—don’t call me, don’t fucking stop by my work, I’m done.”

You can’t believe what he is saying. He wants to end this because of something that happened way before you even knew each other? Something that took place between your dad’s and had nothing to do with you?

“Ed-die please,” you beg through your tear stained face. “Please just t-talk to me.” He gets into his van and slams the door, turning his neck around as he backs down the driveway. Spinning his tires and blaring loud music as he leaves you, crying at the end of the driveway as rain starts to pour down around you.

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[moonangel022]

Oh, I remember piece missing ice king and fionna ’s eps timeline. How about simon and fionna each other love in hidden dream. 

Holly jolly secret part 2 

Hello, my name is Simon Petrikov.  I am recording this tape so that people will know my story. I was studying to be an antiquarian of ancient artifacts. Now I never believed in the supernatural stuff myself, just had a fascination with superstitions. But everything changed when I came into contact with this item. After purchasing this crown from an old dock worker in northern Scandinavia, I brought it home and excitedly showed my fiancee,Betty. I jokingly put it on my head, just for a laugh or something, and that's when it started the visions. I fought with them, shouted at them until I realized it wasn't real! It was the crown! I quickly took it off and saw my fiancee in front of me, looking at me with such contempt! What had I said? What had I done when I wore this crown? All I know is, I never saw Betty again. Since then, I now see the visions always I'm really scared I know my mind is changing, but I'm already too far gone to know what to do. I want people to know that if I do things, if -- if I do things that hurt anyone, please, please forgive me! Just watch over me until I can find my way out of this labyrinth in my brain and regain my sanity! And then maybe Betty, my princess maybe you will love me again. [VOICE BREAKING.] Please love me again, Betty! [CRIES.] 

simon become ice king born

I studying psychology romantic health... I feeling bad about poor simon because betty run away from him need help love each give his mind control but failed.  

he is right, he need try his control mind figure key is love but betty feel scared not want see him insane try kill people.. I know betty and simon are not health together in ep betty and king’s romson and his broken crown and hero heart and skyhook 2 (worst) and temple of mars and come along with me sad betty into glob fuse. Betty goodbye simon take crown again in fionna tv jerry. 

ice king/ simon suffer though his mind go lose sanity forever and crown keep simon live like immortal and simon’s memory sleep, he waiting 1,000 year waiting love soon arrive fionna born in his brain by prismo creation fionna.

Prisoners of Love    finn and jake fight meet ice king, ice king voice sound serious and adult and mature as Finn and jake says nerd and sexy hot. That hint simon is nerd and ice prince is sexy hot. Nuts finn and jake not know says. Ice king said marriage is a serious thing and lasts forever. Hint he reach key happiness and love in future fionna. 

When Wedding Bells Thaw 

Ice king learn old swans kiss try tell him show. Ice king say marriage is a thing that allows me to capture a Princess forever and let her live inside of me and marriage. Hint wait year few later his mind live with fionna born her world from primso the wishmaster ep 4, he ask ice king, can I store a fan-made alternate universe in your cursed dome? Ice king says  Sure, magic flashlight! You can put anything you want in there. 'Specially if it's got a hot lady. Primso says Cool. Hold still for upload. Ice king says Whoa! Fire in the hole! ( Modem buzzing ) Fionna and Cake: What time is it? Ice king says ( Laughs ).. uh past i watch saw everything I found learn about ice king has hidden romantic with her in mystery dungeon, i know that proof he says feel strong and true is fall in love fionna. but primso not know ice king has hidden romantic with fionna in dream is real. I saw notice fionna and cake episode, she say cant wait and marry him in fionna tv ep1 was ice prince. Notice he sleep take kiss with his hand self in dream with fionna in mystery dungeon.. You see!! Omg! 

Come Along With Me/ Obsidian 

Simon lose his crown magic and normal by cured glob. Simon can't remember of ice king and fionna and cake fics wait. I notice simon habit ice and use dresss old ice king in Obsidian, but I think that ice’s soul/memory is sleep. I feel miss ice king. Too fionna and cake cant remember. 

Finally time 12 year now 

Thanks Astrid love fionna and cake fanFics and reach get ice king aka simon, she question explain fionna and cake at him being unlock his mind ice king’s soul finally wake as he behave slight madness and sadness, he can't stop still mind fionna and cake for 3 day both mind and dream ice prince find fionna. Ice king/simon want find get fionna and cake out portal his brain, Because ice king vow for fionna wish want see his home OOO in bad little boy ep. Evil goose witness/know seen Simon being behave as ice king by astrid bother ask his mind wake of ice king. Nuts, I praise astrid give key his mind unlock of ice king wake! 

You seen simon smile look only fionna and touch hand each other and he protect fionna. obviously That simon is ice king’s soul person. 

But not yet simon and ice king has share memory soon and hope his new form ice prince after simon take ice crown again. Cross fingers. 

[tg-pilled]

HideKane Final Scene

This is my silly little interpretation of the talk Hide and Kaneki have in :re. Please ignore grammar and spelling mistakes for the sake of my sanity.

The next time Kaneki sees Hide, it’s like his world is suddenly complete. The blonde hair glowing, the sunlight behind him creating a halo. He is Kaneki’s angel. The sole reason he is still alive today. Kaneki had always known deep down that Kaneki was there for him in the sewers. Hide was always there for him, always so ready to care for Kaneki no matter what. Kaneki could only hope to give back an ounce of what Hide had given to him. But when Hide took off his mask, when they sat down and finally talked, Kaneki knew. He knew that a future with Hide, a future with the one who has and always will love him, would never be possible. Hide was hurt, torn apart by the very teeth Kaneki was currently using to talk. If Kaneki was stronger, if he was different this would have been the beginning of the rest of their lives. But Hide was in danger if he stayed. Hide sacrificed himself so Kaneki could live. In return, Kaneki knew that letting Hide live would be letting him go. Words escaped Kaneki’s mind but Hide always knew. He was always the first to speak.

“Kaneki. I need you to listen to me. I forgive you. I know you are going to try to apologize for something I allowed. I let you take me to save yourself. Nothing on earth could pull me away from you, no matter what you might do. You are it for me. I love you, Kaneki.” 

Kaneki had a million thoughts racing through his head and I’m disgusting seemed to be the most prominent. He had hurt the first person that had loved him enough, that stayed even though he was a ghoul. The one person that stayed even when he had no family, no happiness, and no future. Hide was the one through it all and all he managed to give back was pain and a miserable future. Hide said it was okay but how could it possibly be okay? Kaneki ignored Hide, even when he kept reaching out, even when he protected him. He forgot Hide. He forgot Hide and yet his best friend stayed and waited for him. There was nothing on earth that could make Kaneki deserve Hide. Not in a million years. Finally, Kaneki was able to speak.

“There are a lot of apologies I would love to say but our time is limited and I’m tired of wasting it with apologies. Instead I will say ‘thank you.’ Thank you for being there for me when no one else was. Thank you for staying. For waiting. There is nothing on earth I could do to deserve you. I will spend the rest of my life in debt to you and loving you. I will do my best to cherish you and live for you.”

Hide’s face turned into a small smile, eyes watery, “It sounds like you’re saying goodbye.” Kaneki’s eyes began to water, he let out a small laugh. “I can’t imagine a world in which we’re able to stay together, Hide. But please,” Kaneki grabbed Hide’s hand and brought it up to his mouth to leave a ghost kiss, “remember to say hello sometimes.” Hide could only let hot tears stream down his face. Kaneki leaned forward and kissed Hide’s face all over, the tears catching in his mouth as he did. Before parting, Kaneki placed a small kiss on the side of Hide’s cheek, allowing himself to linger before he had to leave the warmth of his friend. 

“Hide, I will always live for you,” he whispered in his friend’s ear before turning to leave. If Kaneki never saw Hide again, he would understand. He would only continue to wish the best for Hide and just live. Live in his honour, his sacrifice. Kaneki would never have someone like Hide in his life again but he would hold onto the past for as long as he lived. After all, who else would he thank for offering him a second chance?

Here is the ao3 link if people prefer to read it there!

[fuukablogs]

higher folio - SQA Scottish Higher - English

hello! this is my first proper post to my blog and I wanted to showcase the folio that got me 28/30 on my Higher English exam! I'll be writing another entry tomorrow reflecting on the piece with annotations. i hope this serves as inspiration!

Portrait of a Single Blur

Space is vast, space is endless possibilities, but I don’t think I’d be too surprised if one day the government were to leak out the existence of aliens. I’d be unfazed. I’ve known an alien for a long time. Our memories are freshly sharpened and sketched in an HB pencil. We have been packaged together and labelled with one thousand little fragments, as you lose your mind trying to piece us together, realising every piece is a grey corner. You could put in a box of loneliness, I, we, would be all too familiar with it anyway.

My eyes flicker open, and I hit play on my 50s toned show renowned as a life. Instantaneously my world brightens. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves. Fog. Fog shrouds my window in the dreary morn. It’s simple, I ponder to myself, piercing a delicate pair of silver earrings through my lobes, before my mother gives me a familiar gentle kiss goodbye. I glance at her peach blush before I depart.

People are themselves. Love is rationed these days, so I see why they’d be that way. The opera house. Where wit is your sword and likeability your shield. But what is a soldier to do facing a steel-worn army with their proudest blade? Fight? Don’t make me laugh. Be grateful, voices echo, though no mouths are in motion. I’m not tunnel visioned, I tell myself for the 5th time today, I just like gazing at the approaching moon engulfed by the night sky. Peering up from my recent calculus I eavesdrop on my peer’s worrisome woes of teenage angst once more. People. They think they are vibrant. Still, I notice the faint roses on your cheeks, and your pearl smile as your mind and lips meander, dripping buoyantly with adorations for that girl you’ve known for a few years. I paint jealousy green, not for the longing of being that wonder of an existence you vision standing with, but for the burgundy ribbon you dance out towards her while the wires are plugged into my spinal cord.

Connection is for non-orientated. For a long time, I enjoyed being aware of my surrounding environment until I noticed the tide beginning to sweep you away, your waters full of jellyfish. The colour is beginning to bleed as you slowly, slowly, slowly gravitate towards your moon while I am on Mars. I am a Martian. A Martian drifting through the vastness. But trying to characterise myself with mere words is like trying to fit a slim blazer on me while I have broad shoulders. I use your green and red paint for illustrating my education, regaining personal validation as seven As stand tall on the refined mail. Be focused, the voices begin to raise, as the casual noise is a little more welcoming in my ears. I sit idly, gazing, gazing at nothing, gazing at you all. Ribbons are red snakes, piercing me with their venom, but the cables flowing out to you are now appearing on my wrists, searching for a USB port. Please, lend me your port, let me plead on my knees for forgiveness.

Forgiveness is a weak man’s word. It’s a cry for help, an act of desperation. I never cared about being stable, as my cables just wanted to loosen themselves from my strict criteria of academia. But my pencil is becoming blunt. I smile softly as you all laugh in the face of myself, threat. I know it’s me, I’m the problem that no calculator can solve. Be considerate, be conscious of their feelings. Be aware. It’s getting louder, the fog has lifted as the sky groans. One day. One day, I’m going to grow wings. I’m going to ascend to the high ground this so-called heaven known as ‘human relation’. Nodding, bopping my head in delight as you exclaim the sweetness of this existence once more. Not that I didn’t do this before, but if I build a rocket ship maybe I can land safely back on Earth with you. But it would be nice if I wasn’t running out of oxygen. Fast. Fast, like how the tide gets stronger and the ocean seems to pull you back a tad further every second. Her platinum blonde hair dazzles in the sunlight positively. She is the magnet, you are the metal, and I am a piece of wood.

Time carries on as I can see the faintness of the blue sky on yet another sad morning, my jigsaw falling into place a little, preparing to restart the day again. Growing immune I must be, as your poisons seem a little more sociable today. Please, I beg, I beg, I plead.

Begging is low, but it’s on discount. The only light in my life is the blazing firework that transforms your ribbons from wine to ashen water. Look, now we’re matching. Today wasn’t forecasted, terms yet to be determined, looks like I can’t conduct the usual itinerary. We rejoice around the last supper, throwing out cards and laughing wholeheartedly as we are asked for our age, our proof of sentience. The colours are bending shapes, twisting vividly, the pieces of Van Gogh bleeding as the world merely exists. People hopping on and off as we stir in our little bubble to our destination.

People. People are multidimensional. The salt is seasoning the air with a certain flavour that feels a little alien. The environment sizzles, the scorching sun it’s stove. Tears in my cables appear as I stretch, the rainbow wires shifting awkwardly inside. Days off are rare, but perhaps I can seize the chance. The moment is fleeting. Our renaissance acrylics instead huddle around a cheap sushi box and homemade sandwiches. We stand tall, orange, yellow, green. Red. You are all no longer Chesire cats, rather you are domestic.

People. I think they are vibrant now. My gaze lingers as you all perform your acrobatics under the streaming sun, your ribbons in sync, making little bows as the ends meet. Even yours, ashen and all. I long for you wish to trying making even just a knot with your material and my wire. In that moment it seems as if God lends a generous hand and shoves me off the stormy rock I was standing on onto the sewing machine where your ribbons come together. The electric tide crashes gently with no moon in sight, the waves sweeping up your remaining ash too. Do you think I’d cause a fire if I let mine join them?

I don’t care about people anymore. I run, run like your electricity into your waters in nothing but my underwear, only to discover that a knot, a small knot wraps around you all. A dead jellyfish sleeps gently near my feet, and I smile. Your ribbons fight their way into my sockets, blue colours splashing as they claim me as one. Understanding is what we, I, always lacked. It was the strongest piece of knowledge I overlooked. I get it now, I’m not an alien, nor a Martian, but instead the astronaut. I pull my parachute as I safely land next to you, smiling at the peach sky, watching as we have been carefully woven into one, into smiles, into friends. Maybe this time I’ll get to know that peach blush on you all, as you wrap me in decorative paper, sealed with a royal blue ribbon, dancing together as the reflection swallows us whole, the stars in our teeth twinkling as we shine together.

[philcollinsenjoyer]

movie asks: get back (its on letterboxd, we're in a free world, let's count it....), sleeping with other people, saw X, and se7en

get back : never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece | new one it's more complicated than that

get back you will always be a beautiful normal regular sensible 8 hour long movie to me... the thing is i can't rate it objectively anymore like you're just sat there watching 4 cunts argue for 8 hours until the fungus hits... it's not a film to me it's a friend i'll just put it on for background noise or when i'm cooking or something it's been driving me to madness for nine months and i'll never give it above 3 stars on letterboxd. more seriously i have issues with some of the editing mostly of the dialogue i think it's very hard to understand what exactly they're saying and some of it is the editing's fault because there are conversations that are perfectly palatable in 1970's let it be and complete word salad in get back and i think peter jackson needs to let shots breathe a little cause it gets very annoying after a while to always cut away every 2 seconds esp if you're trying to look at someone's face when they're talking to try to get what they're trying to say (because the dialogue is all over the place)

sleeping with other people : never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece

i was so surprised by this one i was expecting to not like it at all and it made me cry like three times it was such a lovely and heartbreaking romcom i love when people become best friends before falling in love it's so beautiful and the scene where she takes his hand before saying goodbye cause she's moving away and he kisses his hand once she's left made me scream like william darcy dead in a ditch rn.... i can almost forgive that dumbass masturbation scene it's that serious

saw x: never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece

i was so happy that i got to see it in theaters i had such a blast and i was so happy to be back to a great saw movie in the franchise. i obviously see its flaws but it's so much of what i wanted for a movie with amanda & john. showed the love and showed the manipulation what John is ready to put amanda through and how amanda is getting more and more disullisioned with the ideology . john's constant disregard for addicts, his carelessness. fascinated by just how sympathetic he was being made to be while being absolutely the bad guy. the hello zepp reveal was stupid but when hello zepp starts olaying i'm on my feet no matter what so i did not ! care

se7en : never seen | want to see | the worst | bad | whatever | not my thing | good | great | favorite | masterpiece

the only other fincher to this day i did not care for. i'm not sure what exactly did not click for me but i found it gratuitous and uninteresting not to mention horribly previsible . i didn't know going to it this was the what's in the box movie i really was unaware but the second you meet brad pitt's young beautiful charming blonde wife you know she's dying and she does which just takes away all the emotional core of the scene and i didn't care for brad pitt in it found him annoying and stupid. morgan freeman was good though and i'm still really into the idea of the hellish city where it rains all the time

[leslie-red]

My Athelstan

I don't know which episode i would put this scene episode 11 season 4 surely . After he said farewell to the other ones like Lagertha , Floki.. I know this scene could have been a good idea to be created in this show . But We have Athelnar in a way back in episode 14 and 15 and this is beautiful . But yes this little scene could be sweet . I tried my best ^^

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Ragnar climbs with difficulty the hill where he had buried Athelstan . And sees this waterfall. Their very own place. He takes a deep breath and bows his head, seeing the cross he made for his soulmate, his friend, his treasure. He bends down with difficulty and places his hand on the ground. Although exhausted, Ragnar gives a tender little smile as he speaks softly :

" Hello there....I've come to see you now...And I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. Forgive me, but I think you know why I didn't come, especially where you're rest. I didn't feel ready, but above all, you've always been with me, . Carrying our cross, you were with me. In my heart..In my mind .In my soul. Above me.Where your spirit was probably staring at me, you were there. I felt you..I felt your whole being around me. You haunted my dreams..My days and nights. 

in despite of what I had to confront for years....And years ..I could only think of you. And you know it. I couldn't hide anything from you. I said goodbye to everyone but I wanted you to be the last one.I couldn't talk to anyone about you anymore, it was over for me...Everything was over especially from the moment you reappeared to me that night...You were so beautiful. You were like a miracle. You had taught me that a miracle is something unattainable. And you became this miracle for me.

And life ..it all became a nightmare losing you again. I did what you said i show mercy. I tried to survive as best I could but I failed because...you weren't there and i didn't want to live in this world without you. I don't blame you for anything.Never. I can only love you. And I keep my promises. Wherever you go, I will follow. And that's how it's gonna be.  We won't meet again even if it's my greatest wish. Back to my simple life where you are part of it. My dear Athelstan. I may not follow you to heaven, but I will follow you to death. I love you . Always "

He kissed his fingers and placed his hand on the ground before leaving with a heavy heart, tears gently flowing.

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, April 2

Dreg: It's strange. A body might ask what exactly it is you think you're doing. He might ask what all this was meant to accomplish. Because to a humble postulant, it looks like chaos. Like unnecessary attention drawn where it ought not to be. Ben: (angrily) Get out! Dreg: Sir. Sir, forgive me. I just want to understand. Why summon the Queller? Ben: What do you think? Because I'm cleaning up Glory's mess. Just like I've done my whole damn life.

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[theseiwrite]

The only reason my body hasn’t perished.

So you wouldn’t ever feel like someone on this planet doesn’t love you wholefully and truly.

I never will ever wipe my tears shed in your name.

They’re proof that I love you, and have loved you.

The are enraptured in your memory,

I’m your embrace and truest kiss,

And if all my other memories fade I hope and pray that yours are the last.

So that at the moment I am forgotten I am still with you.

You know, the only reason I know God exists, is when I say your name.

It’s going to take me a forever to heal, but I know what we had was real.

We changed each others’ hearts and you left an imprint on my soul.

Despite all that lays between us now,

I hope you know,

That apart of me,

Will always and only forever,

Be holding you.

And if I had a flower,

For ever time I’ll think of you,

I could walk in a garden of your flowers forever.

I hope this deep splitting guilt stays with me,

Because it’ll remind me of you and your impact on my heart it’s the love I feel and felt for you manifesting in the only way it can.

So,

And if you’re ever homesick for me, know I’ve left a key hidden under the back door pot.

Don’t hesitate to come back,

Walk right in and sit next to me on the couch as if nothing ever changed.

Pick a movie out for us to watch.

I’ll make popcorn and put out some veggies and kemchi for you to eat and pour our drinks.

I won’t ask you to explain.

I won’t ask about our absence or your sudden reappearance.

I’ll ask if you still prefer whiskey gingers or if you prefer something new and if you’d like to order food.

Don’t be afraid to come home,

I’ve waiting to hear the back door open since I closed the front.

Only forever still means something to me.

Goodbye doesn’t have to be forever.

I’ll dream of you, as I’ve done since that night. And if this is my life, I pray I will dream forever.

You were my easiest hello, and my unforgettable unforgivable hardest goodbye.

You have no idea, how badly I want your name to light up my phone again.

It was so much more than real for me.

You made me feel human again you were my lifeline to the world.

I truly don’t know what to say, except, that it tore my heart from my body saying goodbye to you.

None of this feels real, I feel like I’m awaiting to wake up, that you’ll shake me and tell me I was having a nightmare, I’ll get up and turn the closet light on for the night. I’d leave that light on indefinitely so I’ll never slip into this reality again.

I endlessly think about you. I have a million things to tell you, and most begin with I’m sorry and all end with please forgive me.

I will pronounce your name unlike every other, and I will never say another like yours.

We kinda are, and will always be, every time you feel the sun on your skin or the moonlight seeps into your eyes I’ll be with you and in someway, together, we kinda are.

At the end of your day and all is silent, know that I love you still, within the blood that’s moving through my heart there is a place for you, and that place is sorry and begs for your forgiveness.

I promised you things, and swore I’d never break them, and I didn’t.

I broke myself upon them, I shattered myself and You upon them.

And God, I am so sorry. My Sweet Jagiya, my dream girl. I am sorry, and destroyed.

My hand, my fingers will be separated and ache for yours for all eternity, for all time, for you.

If Loss, if grief, if this feeling means love, then I have loved more than anything and anyone, I have loved so much.

I will and do mean this last line in the totalness that I can.

My hand will never hold another’s, my mouth will never speak another’s name, my eyes will never give another’s gaze, my heart will never have another home. I swear. Only forever is only forever.

And, I’ll never let you go.

I weep for hazel, our Pup, to never know me to beat you home again, sitting on the edge of the couch while I take off my boots and hug her for a full minute and just feel each other breathe against ourselves protecting each other in a way, an eye contact knowing I’ll protect you and you’ll protect me. Please tell her, and I know she won’t understand, which hurts more but, hold her and tell her I’m sorry.

Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.

I am so deathly afraid

The next time our eyes meet

You will find yourself staring at a stranger

And I will find myself watching somebody realize that I have become someone they no longer recognize.

Maybe, in another life we’ll sit across from each other at the table and go over the grocery list and what we want to do that day;

Until then I resign.

I hope you only, only remember all the fun we had Together.

Yes every rose has its thorns, I saw yours and my hands wanted to bleed and still do.

I just need you to know that no matter what happens, it was worth it to me. Being with you, loving you. It was all worth it.

“I Still Do” (Chapter 13, Jagiya) DKL

[sortasirius]

Yeah. It destroyed me.

Spoilers for TLOU ep 7

Him telling her to leave him is devastating

THE WALKMAN

"You're so smart you're stupid" NOW THAT IS THE ELLIE WILLIAMS THESIS

I love them humanizing FEDRA, we've never gotten to see it before and it makes them so much more dimensional

They showed like every single little thing that we know Ellie carries around and I'm just...emo I love her so much

"I should fuckin stab you" MY GIRL

Storm and Bella are just...perfect. They match that energy from the DLC perfectly. But I also like that this Ellie is a little less willing to forgive Riley than game Ellie. She's fucking pissed, and I'm glad we get to see it.

THE MOMENT WHERE WE JUST RANDOMLY FIND OUT ABOUT ELLIE'S EYEBROW!!!! HELLO!!

THE WHISKEY!!!!

Really love the little detail of them just...being fine with finding a body. It speaks to the world. True showing not telling lmao.

The rooftop jumping RIGHT out of the DLC!!!!

The conversation between Ellie and Riley about who's on the right side and who's on the wrong side...Part II is coming...

The mall is just perfect, it's PERFECT

"Oh wow electric stairs!" I would die for her

DAWN OF THE WOLF!

The awkward flirting and Ellie fixing her hair...

God the carousel. Oh my god.

Storm and Bella did such an amazing job. Looking at each other and then looking away, I love them so much.

The photo booth, and the fact that it actually printed makes it even worse lmao

The arcade actually works...no. No I can't. I can't.

So glad the infected reveal was so fucking scary thanks so much.

The inclusion of Riley's instructions to Ellie...it's such a small thing but so important to the storyline of the DLC, I'm so so glad they kept it

This show is so fucking good, it's such an good adaptation but adds so much to something so many of us already know so well

Neil should pay for his crimes!!!! He got me AGAIN with Left Behind!

The Halloween store...that's it, I'm in shambles

"You mattered to me first." Goodbye.

The masks, and the way Ellie caught it the exact way she did in the game. Okay.

Another thing that I'm just so happy they kept the same: Ellie and Riley's moment was perfect as is, it didn't need to change. It's one of my favorite moments in all of the games. Ellie telling her to go and then asking her to stay. Their kiss. "I'm sorry," "for what?" It just...it's like Sam and Henry for me, and the "You have no idea what loss is," those are the touchstones that make these games what they are, and they knew that and kept what they knew they couldn't improve on.

I mean, I knew. I knew it was happening. Of course I did, but they just seem to find a new way to wreck me every time.

The cut from Ellie and Riley finding out they're infected to Ellie deciding to stay with Joel, and then cutting back to her destroying the place.

Ellie and Riley holding hands and then Joel holding Ellie's hand. Neil Druckmann I am in your walls PLEASE stop putting me through this!!!!

I'm really glad they didn't show us what happened to Riley, I'm glad they kept that the same. But from an earlier episode, we know that she's already killed someone. So we know what happened. Which honestly? Makes it worse.

Riley is so important to the games, even though she only appears in Left Behind. She is the reason Ellie is who she is, in a lot of ways. That loss, that first loss, shook Ellie to the core, made her want to be the cure, made her want to save the world. Riley is the beginning touchstone of her journey, and I just think Bella and Storm were as perfectly cast in these roles as anyone could be.

David next week. I feel sick already.

[im-not-that-creative-guys]

WHOS READY FOR VASHWOOD PAIN!?! BECAUSE I WASN'T!!!

This is the only fanfic I've ever written, but it needed to be written. Please leave feedback. WARNING: Major character death, suicide.

Steady footsteps crunch across sandy earth beneath his boots, so loud in his ears. The twin suns sinking beneath the horizon, small patches of dry grass swaying in the oncoming chill of a desert night. Vash weaves his way though a familiar path, stopping before a simple patch marked by a large metal cross.

Once barren, the place is now covered it growing flowers and vines, adding a softness to the harsh angles of the hand dug grave. It’s changed so much since the last time he was here, the small seeds sprouting into life, fed by the light rains that pass through the area. He makes the journey here at least once a decade, but it’s still a shock to see how much the sands had changed in the years since Wolfwood’s death.

Vash comes to a stop, sitting in the shade of the cross, leaning on its base, still sturdy after all these years.

“Hello again Wolfwood, I’m sorry for not visiting for so long. I got caught up in helping out one of my sisters terraform a small town over near new July for twelve years or so. But I bought you some whiskey this time.”

He rubs at his face, looking to the sky. A small sigh escaping his lips. “But I don’t have much to tell you this time,” he stops for a moment, needing to take a breath. “As bad as it sounds Nico, everything is starting to blend together now. People, places, traveling… I mixed up one of Meryl’s great great granddaughters for her mother, she’s in her forties now.” He had to stop.

He swallowed, shaking his head.

“I still haven’t aged at all, but... Nico I’m starting to forget now, even my memory has its limits it seems. I’m forgetting. Forgetting Milly laugh, Nei’s playing, Rems face, your eyes.” His voice was shaking, he just knew it.

“I’m so tired Nicolas,” voice small, barely a whisper. “The world has changed so much but I don’t think I have since Livio died.”

The wind blows his hair back, the cool night was starting to set in.

“I’ve been thinking lately, of the old days. Of when it was just us. Traveling everywhere and nowhere. Of the small rooms in every cheap inn we could find. When the sand storms would batter the walls. When I could lay at your side and breath in the sent of smoke.”

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a old lighter. The cross carved in the back was almost invisible now, worn away by time.

“Each day had been getting harder now, I meet so many people, but I don’t have a single one I could call a friend.” Another sigh. “I’m not eating, I’m not sleeping. But the thing that brought me back here, the last thing that’s pushing me towards the edge, is that they stopped making your brand of cigarettes.”

Digging around in his pack, he brought out a pack of the old cigarette, almost empty. With shaking hands, he brings one to his lips, breathing it in with relief.

“This is the last I have of you now. Your rosary snapped about seventy-five years ago, lost in the sands… I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for that.” Another deep drag, another sigh out.

“This is all I have to remember how you smelled, how you tasted,” he closed his eyes, feeling them burn, but not letting tears fall. “I think it’s time Nico. I miss you. But I couldn’t just leave without saying goodbye. So here I am. I can’t think of a better place to be.”

He reaches deep in himself, letting the feathers start to form, his skin lighting up with his marks. The marks Nicolas would kiss, would call beautiful. Showing all the parts of himself that he used to hate, but Nicolas adored.

“I don’t know what’s on the other side, if I can see you again. If your God is real, if he’s not. But if you are, oh heavenly father, please let me see him one last time. He doesn’t have to love me, all I need to just to see him happy, he just needs to live.”

Slowly Vash reaches for his side, to the ancient gun still at his hip. He studies it with a practiced eye, still functional, but rarely used now.

“A gentler world huh, I wonder if I’ll see it…”

He brings up his arm, setting it gently on his temple. When he pulls the trigger, he knows it won’t miss. “I’ll see you tomorrow Nicolas, promise ok?”

BANG.

[vidantlesombre]

nightmare

the floorboards creak beneath me when I move, so I jump and imagine I can make the walls shatter. This is childish, since second floor ceilings are not puddles, and I get vertigo when I cross a bridge.

There is a bridge which crosses a highway that is on my walk home. I have to concentrate on not thinking when I go over it, and I was surprised when my sibling, visiting for a few days. 

‘Really? You’re scared?’

When we were kids people always thought Max was the most scared of the two. Because Max was the one with nightmares, they’d wake up shaking and crying sometimes every night. Sometimes, because we shared a room, it would wake me up, too. But there was nothing to do or say. They couldn’t hear me anyway, and the only thing that soothed them was when my mother or father came and cradled them back to sleep. 

There was something about them being bigger than us, being adults in a world where we were always confined to the children’s side, a protected area that promised innocence and smiles. There’s so much people will forgive you for, when you’re under ten.

When we stayed with Grandma, Max liked me in the room, too, because sometimes they’d get scared. It’s difficult to wake up from a nightmare and not have someone there.

I have wondered since then if they were my dream catcher. I never had nightmares, not until we separated, when I was around eleven. That was the first nightmare I ever remember. 

Then again, when I was eighteen. I had vivid dreams which woke me in the middle of the night. Outside the air was so hot you could barely breathe it in, and inside you shivered from the air conditionning, which I often turned off. I remember my skin shining in blue moonlight as I remembered dreams. 

I had three dreams worth mentionning. Max always had the same nightmare, something I imagined a play land with huge blocks, and I think they were trying to look for us all, Mum and me, and we died. 

My three dreams felt stranger than that. There was one where a man cheated on his wife, and she saw him at the end of the road kissing her goodbye. But the wife had given her all to this man, had worshipped him enough to give up her independence and her own right mind. They lived in a three storey house, her husband, her child and him. And so on the festival day, when the grey slabbed square was full of people and the fog curled in with smoke, she took the gun from a secret cabinet and went out and shot into the crowd. She shot down her little girl, was around three years old, running around in a red coat. In the dream, I was the little girl. But I was also the mistress, and the wife.

I had another dream where I ran around Paris and was followed by a slightly gaunt, overly loving boyfriend. The boyfriend looked like a Tim Burton character, all gaunt and black and white. We went to a party, and realised we hadn’t dressed up appropriately, everyone else was in a Hello Kitty costume, so we were leant two costumes and slipped them on and went in. Then we left and he chased me, and i laughed in his face while he tried to hug me.

I can’t really remember the last dream, but I know it was a nightmare.