#song request event

[lees-chaotic-brain]

careless whisper by george michael , gojo , angst

WC: 2k

CW: cheating, angst, hurt/no comfort, reader has female pronouns (referred to as madam and birthday girl), alcohol consumption (all characters are of age), swearing

Taglist (lmk if you want to be added to the event taglist): @chosolovers @ssetsuka @ichikanu

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For one night, one night alone you were going to put all of your suspicions and past hurt aside and enjoy the party. After all, it was your birthday so the night was supposed to be all about you.

Shooting a smile at your boyfriend across the room you can't help but feel your stomach flutter as he shoots you a wink and begins making his way through the crowd towards you. Stopping in front of you he sweeps forward in an exaggerated bow, extending his arm.

“Madam Birthday Girl, will you do me the honor of dancing with me?”

Laughing at his antics, you relax, reassured by his usual behavior. Of course everything was normal between the two of you. You were just being paranoid. Placing your hand in his, you allowed him to escort you onto the dance floor.

I take your hand and lead you to the dance floor

Wrapping your arms around his neck and swaying slowly to the music you rested your face against his chest and enjoyed the peace of the moment. Or, at least you tried to.

As soon as your nose brushed his blue button up your senses were invaded with some sort of expensive oriental perfume, meant to be subtle with rose and jasmine. But judging from the way your nose burned, whoever had been wearing it must have been wearing a whole bottle for the residual left on his clothes to be so strong. Nothing like the one or two spritzes of understated wildflower perfumes you preferred. 

Fighting the urge to gag at the overpowering scent, you looked up over his shoulder in an attempt to get some fresh air. Instead you were confronted by lipstick stains on the edge of his collar. Bright pink lipstick stains, which couldn’t possibly be yours, because you would never wear a color that garish. 

Suddenly you no longer felt like dancing, and as the song’s outro played you decided to give him one more chance to explain himself after the party. If he couldn’t do that, then the two of you were done. Looking up into his eyes you gave him a forced smile, a small part of you screaming that this was going to be the last time the two of you danced like this.

As the music dies, something in your eyes

Calls to mind a silver screen

And all its sad good-byes

After the song ended Gojo watched you walk away, unsettled by the finality in your eyes. Had you figured it out? Did you know where he had been before the party? Who was he kidding of course you had. As much as the two of you had danced around the obvious truth for months he knew that you knew. He had fallen in love with your quick wits and intelligence. There was no way you hadn’t put two and two together.

But despite forgotten dates, the nights he came home late or not at all, the perfume that wasn’t yours clinging to his skin, he dared to hope that you would just keep pretending not to know. That things could stay the way they were. If only you weren’t so smart.

Though it's easy to pretend

I know you're not a fool

Walking across the room you mingled with the guests, accepting birthday wishes and engaging in small talk. Heading over to the bar, you got a refill on your drink and leaned against the bar sipping it. You heaved a sigh, wishing the entire thing was over and that you could just go home. A large warm hand placed on your shoulder interrupted your stewing, causing you to turn around.

“Oh! Geto! Hi! I wasn’t expecting you to come. How are you?” You were surprised to see none other than your boyfriend’s best friend, Geto Suguru. The large man chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly at your surprise.

“Sorry, I was in the area and decided to drop by. I’m doing okay, but actually I’m here to ask you that. I’m really sorry about what Satoru did. It was fucked up. How are you doing with the breakup? I may be his best friend but just know that I’m always here for you-”

“Wait, what? The breakup?” You were confused. You hadn’t even told your best friends about your plans to confront Satoru, seeing as you had only made up your mind a few minutes ago.  “What are you talking about?”

“What do you mean ‘what do you mean?’ We had a conversation and Satoru promised me-” Realization lit up in his dark eyes. “He didn’t do it, did he? Oh that son of a-” He stops, looking at you guiltily.

“Listen, I’m really sorry. You should hear it from him. I gotta go now.” With that, he turned and walked away, leaving you with a sinking feeling in your gut.

From across the room, Gojo watched his friend leave, knowing that whatever had just happened between the two of you could not not have been good. Not wanting to obsess over what Suguru could have said, he turned away and jumped into a conversation. Whatever was said had been said already. There was nothing he could do about it at the moment.

Time can never mend

The careless whispers of a good friend

If he had watched a few seconds longer he would have seen you shake yourself then chase after his friend, looking for answers. Darting around guests and avoiding dancing couples you caught up to Geto just outside of the building.

“Wait!” You yelled, hurrying to catch up with him. “You can’t just leave like that! I need to know what you mean.”

Not turning, Geto shook his head. “Trust me on this one. You don’t want to know. Let him tell you. I’ll make sure he does, but you shouldn’t hear this from me.”

“I’m pretty sure I already know.” The words fly out of your mouth before you could stop them. “He’s cheating on me, right? Listen, I need to know. I’m probably going to break up with him tonight. So it doesn’t matter anyways. Just tell me.”

Rubbing his face with one hand he sighed and chuckled without humor. “Of course you know. Jesus this whole situation is so fucked up.” He turned around and looked at you properly.

“Let’s go find somewhere to sit. This might take a little while.”

To the heart and mind

Ignorance is kind

Geto had left a couple of minutes ago, leaving you sitting on a sidewalk bench organizing your thoughts. Fighting the urge to cry, you were unsure why the pain in your chest was so sharp. You had been almost positive, he was cheating on you, so why did it hurt so bad to have your suspicions confirmed? It wasn’t like the knowledge was anything new to you.

Maybe it was because you now knew that the woman was the daughter of a wealthy family close to the Gojos. Maybe it was because you knew that it had been going on for months, and when Geto found out he had made Satoru promise to either end things with the other girl or break up with you. Maybe it was knowing that after making that promise Geto had found him with the other woman again, leading him to assume Satoru had broken up with you. 

Whatever it was, it fucking hurt. Letting out a small sob, you clutched your chest feeling your heart break. Unable to stop the tears from spilling over your waterline you opened your phone and texted him that you knew before you could back out.

But as you wiped your face and headed back to the party because you would be damned if you let him ruin your night, a small part of you wished you hadn’t discovered the truth.

There's no comfort in the truth

Pain is all you'll find

After receiving your text, Satoru watched the entrance intensely, waiting for you to return. The second you step through the door he locks eyes with you, gesturing towards the outside, mouthing that he wanted to talk.

Instead of turning around and walking back outside so the two of you could talk like he had expected, you just strolled into the party and joined a group of your friends. Whipping out his phone, he tried to send you a text, only to discover that he had been blocked.

Then the panic set in as he started trying to make his way towards you. But at that moment a popular song came on over the speakers, and the crowd became rowdy, making it impossible for him to get to you. It was like the crowd was against him, pushing him back towards the edge of the dance floor instead of across it to where you were.

Didn’t they understand that he needed to get to you? That he need to explain himself? He wishes the crowd would just disappear. That it was just you and him, with nothing else in the way.

Tonight the music seems so loud

I wish that we could lose this crowd

As he continues to scan the crowd for you, he finally catches sight of you dancing with your friends, laughing and singing along to the song. Shouting your name, he waves frantically, but the venom in your eyes when they meet his make his voice die out. 

Maybe it was for the better that the two of you didn’t talk right then. You didn’t seem like you were in a place where you would be able to talk reasonably. Turning, he decided to head out for the night and give you the space you so clearly needed. He would just talk to you tomorrow.

Maybe it's better this way

We'd hurt each other with the things we'd want to say

The next day when he went to your place to talk, Satoru was greeted by a box of all of his things sitting outside of your apartment and a post-it note declaring that the two of you were over. And despite all of his screaming and pleading and banging on the door, you didn’t come out that day. Or the next. Or the one after that.

Now it’s been months, and he’s given up on winning you back. It’s clear you have no interest in hearing him out. And in those three months he had come to realize just how much you had meant to him. You were his better half, the one he truly loved. The other woman he had cheated on you with couldn’t hold a candle to you. 

If only he hadn’t been such an idiot. Maybe if he hadn’t been so conceited and cocky he would have seen the value in what the two of you shared and the two of you would still be together. Maybe the two of you would have spent the rest of your lives in happiness together. But that’s not what happened, and now he was all alone. 

We could have lived this dance forever

But now, who's gonna dance with me?

Years had passed, and he was still alone. At first he had tried dating to get over you, but after realizing that the first girl had a similar smile to you, the second had the same shade eyes as you, the third your hair color, he stopped. 

It didn’t matter how hard he subconsciously tried to find girls to replace you. None of them were ever going to be you. And the guilt he harbored over the way he treated you would follow him into the grave. He lost the best thing that ever happened to him. There was no recovering from that.

And I'm never gonna dance again

Guilty feet have got no rhythm

Note: to the people who asked to be tagged on the poll, i haven't added you to my event taglist yet, it was just for this fiic dw. however if you would like to be added, let me know!!

[ghost-proofbaby]

in honor of spotify wrapped day and wanting to feel human again maybe, let's do something i did back when i first joined writing on tumblr.

send me a number between 1-100, and a character (eddie munson, steve harrington, robin buckley, astarion, shadowheart, gale, etc.), and i'll write a little something-something.

[manjjiros]

for ur event !! ‘s so pretty, tip the owner f’me!! <3

“ and you know what they say might hurt you//and you know that it means so much//and you don’t even feel a thing ”

+ takashi mitsuya

NOW PRESENTING…

takashi mitsuya x fem!reader

warnings: angst, bride-to-be!reader

notes: i took this lyric more for vibes rather than actual words. my bad bestie

from the ASM: [they take the note and smile at the tip enclosed inside, glancing up at the cameras in the casino before pocketing it.]

suya smiled softly at you as you twirled in your dress in front of him. when you had approached him eleven months ago with a vision in your head of how you wanted to walk down the aisle, he knew he just had to make it perfect, not just for you, but for him as well.

he sat back in his chair, fussing with the safety pins between his teeth as you spun around again and laughed at the way the white chiffon billowed around your waist and at your feet. “suya, it’s really perfect! it’s everything i’d dreamed of, it’s like you read my mind!”

“well, it’s not as if we didn’t go through four revisions before i took needle to fabric.” he chuckled around the pins, studying the curve of your waist, the way your body was shaped perfectly by the corset top. the lace detailing over your shoulders hugged your skin and gave you a soft glow in the lights in his studio.

you stopped spinning to smile down at him from the little stool he had essentially kept you on for the last eleven months while he worked desperately to make you the happiest bride, as if you weren’t already.

he noticed a portion of the lace detailing sagging slightly at your right side, and as he got to his feet to fix it, you stepped off the stool to meet him halfway.

he laughed and put his hands on your sides, gently trying to guide you back. “ah-ah-ah, not so fast, come on, get back up there. i need to fix-“

he stopped when you nudged his hands away to hug him tightly, your arms wrapping around his middle and resting on his back. your face pressed to his shoulder, letting out a gentle breath.

he looked down at your ethereal form in your picture perfect dress, blinking slightly before hugging you back, melting into the heat of your skin and the smell of new fabric mixed with your perfume. “hey, come on, what’s this? you were just smiling…”

“i just…” you shook your head before lifting it from his shoulder to look up at him, a gentle smile on your soft lips, eyes a little wet. “i’m really grateful that you did all of this for me. you really didn’t need to, i know you have a lot of other stuff going on-“

“stop, it’s fine. i wanted to. really.” he shook his head and moved his hands to your sides, squeezing you softly. “you look great. amazing, even. i’m glad you let me do this for you.”

“i know. i just wanted to tell you.” you moved your hands to his chest, studying his face in the bright lights of the studio.

mitsuya swallowed a little before patting your side to push you away. “come on. take that off, i’ll fix it before the end of the week. your friend will be able to pick it up for you.”

you stepped back as if mildly burned, looking at him before nodding and cracking a smile again. “yeah, okay. thank you. i owe you a drink, okay?” you gathered up a majority of the dress before turning to walk towards the back dressing room, disappearing from view.

suya sucked in a breath before dropping into his chair and running his hands down his face.

he’d had his chance to be the one you wore that dress for, and yet he had condemned himself only to be the dressmaker.

[iamred-iamyellow]

hi lovelies! thank you so much for 1.2k!! i feel like we’re gonna reach 2k before the event is even done lol 😅

anyway if you’ve been on my page anytime recently you may have noticed me posting around 1 fic a week. i have so many exciting ideas (30+ wips in my drafts) so there will definitely be content for a long time, just slowly being released.

if you’ve sent in a request just know i am in fact writing it and if you’d like there are two songs left for my 1k event that you can still request for! 

[stop-ur-losing-me]

omg congrats on 100 that’s awesome!! could i please request get him back and block me out? i like paramore and phoebe bridgers and that kinda stuff, and for get him back d’you know moon song?

tyyyy!! congrats on 200 followers btw!!

block me out - bc you like paramore i recommend she knows it by maggie lindemann or not another rockstar by maisie peters but since you like phoebe bridgers i recommend everywhere, everything by gracie abrams and noah kahan or i know it wont work by gracie abrams. honestly any songs by gracie abrams.

get him back - i actually did not know moon song but i gave it a listen and it's rlly good!! i think the production and beat are brilliant bc if you turn up the volume a bit, it blocks out the world in such a peaceful way. the lyrics are so sad and melancholic if you listen to them. the lyrics hurt in the best way possible. phoebe's vocals are so soft and quiet. it's honestly a rlly good song if you listen closely and if you listen to this song emotionally it has the potential to make you cry. but like. in a good way.

my fav lyric from this song is: "and there's something I'm supposed to say but can't for the life of me remember what it is and if I could give you the moon i would give you the moon"

[rainynightmoonlight]

I'M FINALLY DONE WITH MY 100 FOLLOWER DRAFTS! A MASTER LIST WILL BE UP SOON I PROMISE! I HAD SO MUCH FUN DOING THIS EVENT AND I CAN'T WAIT TO GET STARTED WITH THE 200 FOLLOWERS EVENT! Sorry it took so long to finish them!

[i-did-not-mean-to]

𝟙 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕠𝕗 𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕞

With TRSB in full swing and S&D sign-ups open, I want to celebrate the fact that it has been exactly a year since I've let myself be...seduced.

And yes, this goes out to you (you know who you are) who have encouraged, enabled, and motivated me throughout this year.

Thank you for the friendship and the nightmares!

Lots of love...

[causenessus]

okay i'm too tired to proofread this chapter so i'll do it later today 😭 but unfortunately i work and then have to drive to my GRNADMA'S house but i will hopefully have it out at like . . . 4 pm idk

[the-kr8tor]

Can we please have Hobie x Ballerina! Reader? (Got the song Skirt boy stuck in my head, specifically on the 'he was a punk and she did ballet').

Where the reader and him met because she accidentally stumbled to one of his concerts and been in love with his music since the songs hit close to home to her and when they officially met it's like love at first sight and they hit it off and Hobie never tells anyone in the society about her because 1, it ain't nobodies business and he ain't dealing with no drama but Spider-India was the first to know because he caught the two cuddling and kept it a secret, and 2, he doesn't know how Gwen will handle being rejected when he causally hinted stuff about the very label he ain't is a *cheater*? I need some fluff with a bit of angst (Gwen being passive aggressive towards the reader every time she visits and making the reader feel slightly insecure to the point Hobie goes possessive/protective mode)

Hihi! I would love to write the first part for you but I don't see Gwen and Hobie's relationship as anything romantic (even if it's one sided), just platonic. If you'd like you can resend a request with a modified prompt based around the first part! Thank you 🩷

[weird-bookworm]

sky,,, SKY!! i literally have notifs on for you, how'd i not know about the mb event. hate tumblr for this actually. comgrats on the milestone :3 heart heart ^^

was thinking shua and [this] song! getting sad but comforting vibes. those blurs you see on nicely shot photos,,, rain on windows!!

; 💫

weiss the notifs 😭 BUT THANK YOU SO MUCH!! 💕

i literally have the song on repeat to get in the vibes, it's such a pretty one too 😌 but you're absolutely right! it's giving sad comfort and shua was a perfect choice 🥺

(also ty for making my work a little easier with the suggestions, i am eternally indebted to you hehe ^^)

it's completely random and not nearly as light as i'd like it to be, but i'd say i'm satisfied, wby??

[lees-chaotic-brain]

this is for your event 🗣️🗣️

here me out.. gojo fic abt the song tell your girlfriend by lay banks. something like having a crush on gojo and he likes reader too but reader and gojo are with other people. idc who readers boyfriend is🫣

WC: 1.7k

CW: alcohol consumption (all characters of age), swearing, cheating (see above ask for details), female pronouns (reader referred to as girlfriend), not beta read AT ALL, reader is a bit of a crybaby lol

Note: thanks for sending an ask in emi!!! also, this song is fire i was literally jamming the entire time i was writing. also, sorry if you wanted this to be more true to the vibe of the song. i kind of interpreted it my own way and rolled with it lmao

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You loved your boyfriend, right? You had only been dating four months, but you wouldn’t have dated someone if you didn’t have feelings for him. Sure, he could be a little aloof, and a little rude, but he had his moments when he was sweet and caring. So why did you find yourself thinking of someone else?

During the day when the sun was out and you were thinking rationally you could convince yourself that you truly cared for him, but at night under the low lighting of the bar all bets were off. When you were a few shots past tipsy and your thinking was slowed, why did another face keep coming to mind.? 

Initially, I wouldn't do this

Hennessy pourin' and shit gettin' fluid

And you never intended to cheat. And you definitely never intended to fall for your best friend who was also dating someone else. But when you spent time with him, or when he shot a flirtatious wink from across the room he ignited a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. A swarm of butterflies that went into hibernation when you were around your boyfriend.

You knew it was wrong, that you shouldn’t feel the way you did, but with the heavy beat of the bass coursing through you and cognac warming your insides your traitorous heart finally decided what it was Gojo Satoru made you feel. Desire. And…love. Oh shit, that wasn’t good.

Suddenly feeling a bit ill, you waved your concerned friend off and staggered outside to get some fresh air. Taking deep gulps of fresh air, you stepped into an alley to get some privacy so you could collect your thoughts. You wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to ward off the chill of the night seeping through the thin fabric of your clothes.

As you stand there shivering, your thoughts are interrupted by a warm jacket being wrapped around your shoulders. Spinning around, you find yourself face to face with the one person you absolutely did not want to see at the moment. Confronted by the appearance of your best friend, you can’t help but start crying. It’s stupid, you know, but as soon as you lay eyes on him the shock of your realization wears off and your emotions kick in.

“Oh my god, hey, are you okay?” He panics, grabbing your shoulders and peering into your face concerned. “Why are you crying? What’s wrong??”

His care only serves to make you cry harder. Why? Why did he have to be like this? Couldn’t he just be a bad friend and ignore you? It would be so much easier that way. Unsure what to do, he pulls you into a hug, patting you on the back.

“Hey. It’s okay. I got you. Can you tell me what’s wrong?” You can't take it anymore. You both are dating other people, and you are definitely finding too much comfort in his arms. Pushing him away, you avert your gaze.

“You, okay? You’re my problem. Can you just leave me alone please?”

His brow furrows. “What do you mean ‘me?’ Did I do something? Also, I’m not leaving you outside by yourself at this time of night. Please, can’t you just talk to me? Whatever I did I-”

“I just realized I’m in love with you, okay?!” Your voice rings out in the stillness of the alley, and you clap your hands over your mouth, horrified. “Wait, I-”

You’re cut off by him gently taking your face in his hands and slotting his lips against yours. The kiss is soft and sweet; filled with years of longing and suppressed feelings pouring from each of you. It feels like home. It feels like love. It feels right, but you know it isn’t. Pushing him back, you stare at him wide-eyed, your chest rising and falling with rapid breaths.

“What…what was that?”

We was just friends, but then came in Cupid

The tension was buildin', we had to pursue it

“I like you too.” He blurts in lieu of answering your question. Then he pauses and corrects himself. “Actually I’m in love with you. I have been for a while. I just didn’t think you felt the same.”

Unsure of what to do or say, you just start laughing, because the two of you were idiots. You were best friends who supposedly knew everything about each other. Except for the fact that you were each in love with the other, apparently. Oh my god you were in love with your best friend and he was in love with you. Your laughter became tinged with hysteria as you remembered that you had a boyfriend and he had a girlfriend. 

Tears filled your waterline. “Oh my god Toru what are we doing? I have a boyfriend!! And you have a girlfriend! We can’t be doing this…”

“Why not?” He gently cups your face in his palms and brushes your tears away with his thumbs. “Break up with your boyfriend. Be with me. My girlfriend isn’t a problem. She’s known about my feelings for you from the start. She’s in love with someone else too and we’ve just been using each other as a distraction. There’s nothing in our way.”

Standing in that alley with his vivid blue eyes on yours, you couldn’t help but believe him. What if he was right. What if the two of you really were meant to be?”

What it's been with us this whole time

Taking a deep breath, you step back, and out of his reach. If you were going to think about this rationally, you couldn’t be so close to him. You push your hair back out of your eyes and tilt your head back. He watches you from where he is, knowing that you need space to sort out your emotions and thoughts. After a few minutes you turn back to him.

“Alright. The first thing I’m going to do is break up with my boyfriend and apologize. After that, I’m not sure. I don’t want to make you any promises, because I’m not really sure of anything. The only thing I know is that I won’t be able to live with myself if I don't break up with him, because he doesn’t deserve to be hurt or deceived. Okay?”

“That’s fine.” Satoru says simply, looking at you with so much affection it hurts. “I’ve waited for you so long, a little while longer isn’t going to do me any harm.”

Your eyes soften. “Thanks. Now, I’m going to head back in, okay?” He steps aside, allowing you to pass. Heading back into the party, you feel nauseous, but you head up to your boyfriend.

Because if you ever want to be with Satoru, your relationship can’t start with deception.

'Cause I don't wanna live a lie, lie, lie

An hour and one extremely difficult conversation later found you sitting on a park bench with your head in your hands crying. Surprisingly, your now ex-boyfriend had been very understanding and kind about it. While he was clearly hurt and holding back tears, he had told you that he just wanted you to be happy, and that he was okay with it.

After reassuring you that he wasn’t angry, he hugged you one last time, wished you well, and walked away. Unable to stop crying, you were overwhelmed by a sense of relief, but at the same time guilt. So you had told your boyfriend. What now?

Should tell my boyfriend what I been doin'

The weeks after your breakup were tough. You told Satoru you needed time to yourself, because even though you logically knew that you shouldn’t feel bad, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of guilt. You felt like if you started dating him now, it would be unfair to your ex, and that you should at least wait a little while.

You also discussed the matter of his girlfriend, and decided that it was okay for him to remain with her until you were ready, as the two of them were friends and he was helping her make her crush jealous. You didn’t mind him helping her, especially since you were making him wait and overcomplicating things.

You told Gojo as much, and decided that for the time being the two of you would remain friends until you were ready. You just needed a little time to figure yourself out. But you knew that you wanted to be with him. Just not right that second.

Took a break, had to focus on some me time

We can keep it low-key for the meantime

A couple months passed, and you went on with your life. Everything was normal, and you tried to push your thought of Satoru away, preferring to procrastinate on talking to him as long as possible. 

Until one night, when you were cleaning your room and found a box of photos from your high school days with him. Going through them, you felt a sense of nostalgia, and affection. And suddenly you missed him. You missed him so bad it hurt. You needed him by your side, and you needed him as more than a friend.

Hit by this revelation, you sat there for a moment, stunned, before leaping up and grabbing your car keys. Driving well above the speed limit, you rushed to his house and banged on his door. Was it sometime after midnight? Yes. Did you really care? No.

You heard his groggy voice say something about waiting one moment, then the door swung open. And there he stood, right in front of you in all his sleepy glory. But as soon as his eyes landed on you they widened and all traces of sleep disappeared from them.

“[Y/N]! What are you doing here? It’s-” You interrupt him, tears already pouring down your face as you beam up at him.

“I love you. I’m ready to be your girlfriend now.”

Go tell your girlfriend that I'm your girlfriend (oh, oh)

[ramblings-of-lola]

I feel like I need to vary my songs and characters for my event prompt "blind date with a book"...

[manjjiros]

hiiiii god I hope I'm here in time but for your indulgence: Ran + "you exist behind my eyelids / now I don't wanna wake up" <3

NOW PRESENTING…

ran haitani x gn!reader

warnings: implied reader death

notes: no pronouns used for reader. a shoddy try at angst.

from the ASM: [he takes the note and furrows his brows, looking around at the different card tables until he sees the older of the two brothers downing a stiff drink at texas hold ‘em. “poor guy…”]

“come on,” you murmured against his ear, smiling softly up at ran as you leaned into his side. 

he felt mildly disoriented as he looked around and gathered his thoughts. he was… he was on a tractor. no, wait, he was on a hayride, sitting next to you on the hay bales that lined the outer edge of the cart. the wind hit his face a bit harshly; it was late autumn, the tail end of apple season. 

he remembered, then, how he had gotten here; you had begged and begged, your eyes glittering and your lips in a pout. he would’ve been the bad guy if he had said no to that face.

you looked almost ethereal next to him now, your fingers intertwined with his on your lap, chin on his shoulder. you looked like you were glowing, your skin practically reflecting the warm autumn sun back at him.

“come on what?” he mumbled right back at you, lifting his head slightly to press his lips to your forehead, earning him a soft laugh.

“wake up! you were dozing on me, ‘s not fair. we just got here!”

“sorry, baby. didn’t even realize.” he let go of your hand to wrap a long arm around your shoulders and pull you in closer to him to keep off the cold. “yer lucky you managed to get me out here. normally i’d say no, but you’re special.”

“i know,” you hummed softly as you rested your cheek on his shoulder. “i’m special to you. it’s a shame.”

“what is?” he squeezed your arm where his hand rested, burying his nose in your hair to get a whiff of your shampoo and conditioner.

“oh, you know. don’t make me say it.” you sighed against him, and his brows furrowed.

“i don’t, darlin’. care to fill me in?”

you lifted your head, then, sitting up a little as the hayride bounced along the dirt trail to the apple fields. your hand moved to his cheek, cold from the weather.

“it’s a shame you’re still dreaming about me now that i’m gone.”

ran jolted in his bed, reaching around in the sheets to find nothing but fabric as flickers of your scent and your skin remained just under the surface. he peered around the dark hotel room he was in, eyeing the prescriptions on his nightstand and the photo frame that had been shattered before being put face down.just a dream, he recalled as he slumped back into his pillows, you weren’t coming back.

[strxnged]

the angst this event is conceiving is too much for my little fragile heart

[they-them-pussy]

ive connected some alarming dots and im crumbling under the knowledge