#texted my partner that it happened and they called with a long of list of things for me to check

[sinofwriting]

Car Concerns - Jenson Button

Words: 1,107 Summary: Jenson gets a call that you’ve been in a car crash. Note(s)/Warning(s): Car Crashes, Hospitals, Injuries, Slight Angst but with a happy ending!

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“Jens, I’m going to the store!” She shouts, grabbing her purse and keys.

“Take my car and grab some more fruit please!” he calls.

“Taking my car and will do. Love you!”

“Take mine! And love you too!”

She grins at the shouts but heads out the door with her keys in her hand. She loved her fiancé, but he had no respect for her car.

Jenson shakes his head in his home office when he hears the engine to her car starting. And his fingers fly across his keyboard. If she was going to insist on driving the thing, he’d put a new engine in it, one that didn’t sound like it was on the verge of dying if it sat for more than a day or two without being driven.

He gets lost in car parts, having far too much fun adding different things to his cart, choosing to replace a few other things as well. It wouldn't do to just replace the engine if other things needed to be replaced as well. He also pursues the stereo systems. She liked her car having a CD player, but it killed her to not have an aux cord like most of his cars did. She was too fond of her playlists she had and made too many to keep burning CDs.

An hour flies by and then another and it’s only when he’s pressing check out that his eyes glance down at the time in the bottom right corner.

His eyebrows furrow together seeing the time and he stands, letting out a small groan before jogging to the garage. The light automatically flicks on when he opens the door off the kitchen and he frowns seeing her car still gone.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, his frown deepens when he sees no text messages or missed calls from her. It never took her this long just for a simple stop at the store.

He’s about to call her, when his phone vibrates, an unknown number calling him, he nearly declines it but something stops him and he answers, raising it to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Is this Jenson Button?”

"It is."

“This is UCLA Santa Monica Medical Center, I’m calling because a Y/N Y/L/N was brought into our ER, you're listed as her emergency contact.”

He’s shoving his feet into shoes, grabbing his keys and wallet as he holds the phone between his shoulder and ear. “You said Santa Monica?”

“That is correct, Mr. Button.”

“I should get there in an hour, but is she okay?” He asks, the garage door nearly slamming close behind him.

“I can’t discuss her condition over the phone, but she should be fine.”

“Thank you.” And he knows it’s rude, but he hangs up as he gets into his car, sticking the key in the ignition before his legs are fully in it.

—

He gets there in forty minutes with a speeding ticket or two definitely going to be mailed to him, but he doesn’t care about that. His focus is on the person at the front desk and then the nurse that leads him to her room.

Jenson’s heart stops when he steps into her room. She’s either asleep or been sedated, bruising over her collarbone and he thinks her chest, and her arms and face are covered in scratches.

As he looks at her, he doesn’t hear the nurse say they are going to get the doctor or the doctor entering the room. He’s broken out of his reverie by a gentle touch to the shoulder.

“Mr. Button.”

“Jenson, please call me Jenson.” The words are barely above a whisper.

“Of course. My name’s Dr. Marsh, I treated your partner when she was brought in.”

“What happened?” He asks, looking briefly behind him at the doctor before moving to sit in the chair beside her, gently taking her hand.

“She was involved in a car crash. A truck ran a red light, smashed into the driver side of the car, most of the rear of the car took the impact. We had to sedate her due to a panic attack, she wasn’t breathing.”

Jenson nods, voice trembling. “She gets panic attacks sometimes, not often, but they are bad.”

“Overall, she got away with light injuries, she was very lucky. Lots of bruising, you can see from the seatbelt on her collarbone and down to her chest and stomach. Small cuts from the glass on her arms. Importantly the baby is alright.”

He nearly gives himself whiplash from how quickly he turns to look at the doctor. “The what?”

“The baby, she’s nine weeks along. Did you not know?”

He shakes his head, “no idea.”

He watches her with barely blinking eyes, waiting for her to wake up. And she does, thirty minutes after the doctor leaves the room.

“Jens?” Her voice is groggy and he leans forward, hand moving to gently touch her cheek.

“Hey, baby.”

She turns a little to face him, confusion clear on her face, but there’s relief in her eyes. “Where am I?”

He smiles, trying not to worry, the doctor had told him that she could be confused due to the sedative when waking up. “The hospital.”

Her hand with the iv darts to her hip and he can see everything flood back to her.

“They had to sedate me?”

He squeezes her hand. “Yeah, baby. They did.”

She winces as she adjusts. “How bad is it?”

“You got away pretty good. Lots of bruising, some scratches on your arms.”

She nods, looking down at them before looking at him, hearing something in his voice. “What’s wrong?”

He clears his throat. Jenson had considered while waiting for her to wake up that she knew, was waiting to tell him, but now that she was awake he knew that she didn’t know about the baby. It was odd to be the one telling her, never a position thought that he would be in.

“The doctor said that you're pregnant, nine weeks along.”

Her mouth falls open in shock. “What?”

“They did an ultrasound, checking for internal bleeding, but they noticed a heartbeat. You're pregnant.”

“I-” She stops, eyes glassy. “I’m pregnant?”

He nods. “You’re pregnant.”

She starts to sob and he immediately stands, wrapping himself around her, his hold on her more gentle than it ever has been as she clings to him desperately.

“We’re going to have a baby.” She finally manages to get out.

Jenson smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, as tears of his own drip down his face. “We are, baby. We really are.”

[drama-glob]

Since I've been seeing some criticism about Ozzie not speaking up first or more during the trial to help Blitz and his team, there are a few things I'd like to point out.

For one:

Ozzie didn't seem to know that Blitz/I.M.P. were going to be on trial or else I'm sure he would have warned Fizz because that is a jarring thing for your boyfriend to see on live TV, and given the level of communication and love that these two have, it seems highly unlikely and thus means Ozzie was shocked to see them too and given very little time to prepare. :/ Speaking of time, I clocked it from when Blitz enters to court to when Satan gives his sentencing, and it's ~4min 47seconds, which includes listing the charges, Andrealphus and Vassago squaring off, Striker's part, the Sins squabbling, and Satan's outburst, so a lot of things happening in a small time frame, all while Ozzie needs to think of a way to say something in Blitz's defense without implicating himself since he more or less knew they were doing something illegal based on what Stolas said. (What's unfortunate too is that Ozzie's text messages even say that these trials don't usually last long, so the roughly 5min one for Blitz/I.M.P. could have been a long one O_O).

Also, Blitz technically already admitted that he was given the book, which is still as crime and probably would have ended the trial right there had Andrealphus not kept saying he was lying so he could lay on the accusations. -_-

Something else to consider:

Ozzie seems to have a tell whenever it involves scheming or something he's nervous about where his voice gets a higher pitch at one point or another, so being grilled on the stand is likely to bring that out. :/ Who would think that the Deadly Sin who is big on honesty and communication isn't the best liar? -_-

The only reason why he probably could get away with the "Fizz is just my business partner" lie is because he's had to tell it for ~10yrs, and even then they were still called the worst-kept secret in all of Hell. I mean, do I need to remind you of this?

(It's a good thing Fizz said something because Ozzie was like a deer in headlights right there XD ).

Plus:

Ozzie has three heads, so while he may be able to put on a poker face for his main one, he can't seem to hide how his Ram and Bull express themselves (as indicated by the first picture), which only makes it that much harder to not implicate himself or deny that Blitz and Stolas weren't doing something illegal.

Going back to the first picture, I love how his Ram and Bull heads have big eyes in surprise (it seems) because he's like "What? You know Blitz too?! Oh, thank Lucifer! You can vouch for him too and reduce the chance of questions coming at me/be my backup." I also love Bee's appreciative look too that her bestie Ozzie has her back and listened to her suggestion. ^_^

The last thing I want to say is that I saw some people thinking that Satan would have taken it easy on Ozzie because he's a royal, and while he may not kill him, you know who isn't a royal? Fizz, and Satan made it abundantly clear he thinks imp lives (and other lower class demons') have no value but to serve, so killing him or even punishing Ozzie's people doesn't seem like a ridiculous thing to believe Satan would do because he has definitely extended his reach beyond Wrath in Lucifer's absence. :/

[kaechu1]

rubs hands together… black swan x gn/fem reader? how black swan would act if she was interested in someone in the dream scape or js general dating hcs!! sorry i love her

black swan dating headcanon!

ᡣ𐭩⁀➴ note: SHE'S MY GIRLFRIEND!!

ᡣ𐭩⁀➴ warning: non

ᡣ𐭩⁀➴ content: yandere-ish kinda of act, mentioned of stalking, kinda toxic behavior in general.. kisees, touch starved swan, jealousy a little. cheesy reader.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 even way before you two got together, black swan always had her eyes on you, following you everywhere without your knowledge, to keep you safe of course!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she always look into your memory to know everything about you, who's your friends, the people you care about. and who you like someone? too bad she's not keeping that <3

ᯓᡣ𐭩 if you ever fall sleep on her or near her she'll always stay still admiring your sleeping face, to her you're the most beautiful memory she has.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she loves eyes contact, love admiring your beautiful eyes as they were the most beautiful gems in dreamscape.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 just like swans, black swan see you as her partner for life. it's either you or no one. so she'll always make sure nothing happened to you, nothing.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she has glass stained art of you two being together and holding hands in her room, she also has small stained glass art of you, taking it with her everywhere to remember you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 oh you miss her? don't worry! just one thought about her and poof she's here right in front of you! how did she know that? don't worry about that.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she always read positive tarots of you, even if you didn't ask or felt like your day is going down, she'll always be there to assure you everything will be fine!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "see dear! this one says you're adorable, and this one says you're the most beautiful gem in dreamscape, oh! and this one says we're meant to be together forever!" "babe, those are just pictures of me..."

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she'll call you sweet and elegant petname: darling, dear, my gem, my flower, the list go on.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 you call her swany and you're the ONLY one that allowed to call her that, if others dare to call her that she'll just side-eye them before saying things like "only my darling can call me that"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she's the best when it come to gifts! oh you want flowers? don't worry she'll make a whole banquet made of glass stained flowers, they're so beautiful and shin so bright to match your eyes and bright-ful smile!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 her touched are always the softest and the nicest, when she's holding your face it's like a swan wrapped their wings around you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she loves body contact, she'll hold your hand any time she can. or even better hold your face, her favorite moments.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she love kissing your forehead or hands, it absolutely her favorite places to kiss, so whenever she need to leave she'll at least kiss you twice before actually leaving. and she'll kiss you again after coming back.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she's not the jealous type but she's not afraid to step in of someone were way too comfortable for her liking.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "i see you got your eyes on them? my dearest [name]. yea quite the precious gem, they're so beautiful aren't they? well this one is my beloved to uphold, so keep your distance"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 as much as she would like, she doesn't go far through your memories, specially if you ask her too. yes she want to know everything about you. but she'd rather you telling her, trusting her enough with a deep memory in your head rather than just finding it herself.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she had your number saved on every burner phone she has, with different necknames on each of one.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 whenever she's away for long she'll always text you, asking about you and how much she misses you.

[twisted-writing]

Simmering Rage

For Anonymous

Who asked: Could I have headcanons of the vice dorm leaders (with Floyd replacing Ortho) fem S/O blowing up after finally having enough of Crowley's incompetence?

POV: First Person

Characters: Female!reader, Trey Clover, Ruggie Bucci, Jade Leech, Jamil Viper, Rook Hunt, Lilia Vanrouge, Floyd Leech

Pairing(s): vice house wardens x fem!reader (separate)

Note: Floyd replaces Ortho in this.

Warning: This will contain HEAVY Dire Crowley slander.

WC: 1,339

Note 2: I decided to take a different approach with this piece! Let me know what you think!

Opening scene: A week was all you wanted. Seven days off to yourself, so you could give your body and mind the chance to relax. Ever since you had arrived in Twisted Wonderland, in Night Raven College, you've been running ragged, solving everyone's problem and fighting overblots, functioning on little food and basically no sleep.

And so when you had approached Crowley to request for the week off, the headmaster had at the time agreed, and you thought for once, he was actually having your best interest in mind.

You should have known better.

Why did you ever think that Crowley, that damn cheapskate, would actually let you have even a moment of rest?

On Monday morning, what should have been the start of your vacation, you had been called to Crowley's office and immediately he went through a very long list of tasks that he wanted you to complete on his behalf since he was so busy as headmaster.

The rage that had been growing with each insult and slight you had taken ever since your arrival in Twisted Wonderland, simmered over.

Like a volcano that was finally erupting.

You had stormed out of Crowley's office, not even giving him a response.

In a deserted corridor, you pulled out your phone, an old model that Crowley had “gifted” you, to show his appreciation and sent a long text to your boyfriend, venting your frustration.

~~~~~~~~~~

🧁 Trey 🧁

❣️Y/N❣: I'm so fucking pissed Trey! I've been looking forward to having this week off! Crowley had even agreed to it! But what does he do? He gives me a long list of tasks to do! That will surely go past the week I need off. I'm so angry that I want to hit something!

❣Y/N❣️is typing…

❣Y/N❣️: I'm sorry, I must be coming off as ungrateful huh?

🧁Trey🧁 is typing…

🧁 Trey🧁: No, I don't think you are. You have every right to feel that way. Out of everyone, you deserve time to yourself.

🧁Trey 🧁: What were you planning on doing today?

❣Y/N❣️ is typing..

❣Y/N❣️: Well, I was planning on catching up on sleep.

❣Y/N❣️: Then doing my skincare.

❣Y/N❣️: And after that, going to Sam and see if he has any discounts.

🧁Trey🧁 is typing..

🧁Trey🧁: Then you should go and do that.

🧁Trey🧁: Don't worry about anything else.

🧁Trey🧁: And I'll take notes for you, if you miss anything.

❣Y/N❣️ is typing…

❣Y/N❣️: You're the best, Trey!

❣Y/N❣️: I love you 💞

🧁Trey🧁: I love you more 💗

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🐾Ruggie🐾

💓Partner in crime💓: I can’t believe that old cheapskate! I should have known better than to trust his word!

🐾Ruggie is typing…🐾

🐾Ruggie🐾: I assume we’re talking about the headmaster?

🐾Ruggie🐾: And I thought you would be catching up on the sleep you missed.

🐾Ruggie🐾: Doesn’t your week off start today?

💓Partner in crime💓 is typing…

💓Partner in crime💓: Of course we are!

💓Partner in crime💓: I was supposed to but that’s not happening and thinking about it, makes me angry all over again.

💓Partner in crime💓: It was supposed to but instead I was giving a long list of tasks to do since he’s apparently so busy as headmaster.

💓Partner in crime💓: Busy my ass.

💓Partner in crime💓: More like he’s going to be busy slacking off.

💓Partner in crime💓: I really don’t want to this long list of tasks.

🐾Ruggie🐾 is typing…

🐾Ruggie🐾: So don’t do them then.

🐾Ruggie🐾: This week is for you.

🐾Ruggie🐾: Go to my room in Savanaclaw and sleep the day away.

💓Partner in crime💓: You’re right! Peaceful nap, here I come!

💓Partner in crime💓: Thanks Ruggie! You’re the best!

🐾Ruggie🐾: Tell me something I don’t know 😏

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🍄Jade🍄

💜 Darling💜: Jade! I won't be able to have my week off after all. And I really need it!

🍄Jade🍄 is typing…

🍄Jade🍄: Why not, darling?

🍄Jade🍄: You've been so excited about it.

💜Darling💜 is typing…

💜Darling💜: Because of the headmaster!

💜Darling💜: He wants me to pick up his slack again!

💜Darling💜: All I want is to rest!

🍄Jade🍄 is typing…

🍄Jade🍄: Go and rest, darling.

🍄Jade🍄: Don't worry about a thing.

💜Darling💜 is typing…

💜Darling💜: Oh, I'm so exhausted.

💜Darling💜: Thank you so much, Jade.

🍄Jade🍄: Anything for you, my darling 💕

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

🐍Jamil🐍

🐍Jamil🐍 is typing…

🐍Jamil🐍: How are you feeling now? Better?

💝Beloved Heart💝 is typing…

💝Beloved Heart💝: I’m still pissed.

💝Beloved Heart💝: But I am feeling much more relaxed now, thanks for letting me hide out in your room, Jamil.

💝Beloved Heart💝: And thank Kalim for me too please.

💝Beloved Heart💝: I would do it but the battery drains really fast.

🐍Jamil🐍 is typing…

🐍Jamil🐍: It’s no trouble at all. Even Kalim lets me get a break every now and then.

🐍Jamil🐍: You really need a new phone.

🐍Jamil🐍: I’ll tell Kalim that you said thank you. Go and take a nap.

💝Beloved Heart💝 is typing…

💝Beloved Heart💝: I will.

💝Beloved Heart💝: Ugh 😑 the battery is on 🪫

💝Beloved Heart💝: I love you!

🐍Jamil🐍: I love you too.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

New Message!

📱Tech Topia📱: Thank you for your patronage! Your package will arrive at the end of the week!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

🏹Rook🏹

🏹Rook🏹: how is your time with Roi du Poison, my dear?

💞 Ma belle 💞 is typing…

💞Ma belle💞: It's going well, Rook!

💞 Ma belle💞: Thank you so much for doing this for me.

💞 Ma belle💞: I feel more relaxed already.

💞 Ma belle💞: I just don't want the headmaster to find out and try to get me to do tasks for him, that he could easily do himself.

🏹 Rook🏹 is typing…

🏹Rook🏹: Don't fret, my dear.

🏹Rook🏹: I won't let anyone interrupt you during your relaxation time.

🏹Rook🏹: So just take all the time you need.

🏹Rook🏹: I adore you 💞

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

🦇Lilia🦇

🦇Lilia🦇 is typing…

🦇Lilia🦇: How are you enjoying your time in Diasmonia, my dear?

🦇Lilia🦇: I hope the boys aren’t giving you too much of a hard time.

🦇Lilia🦇: I’ll be leaving the headmaster’s office soon, you’ll have the rest of the week to yourself.

💓Little bat💓 is typing…

💓Little bat💓: Oh I’m having fun in Diasmonia, Lilia!

💓Little bat💓: The boys have been wonderful company, in fact we’re playing a board game!

💓Little bat💓: Didn’t you just leave fifteen minutes ago? You sure work fast!

🦇Lilia🦇 is typing…

🦇Lilia🦇: I’m glad to hear that you’re having fun and relaxing.

🦇Lila🦇: We’ll definitely have to play a console game together when I get back.

🦇Lilia🦇: What can I say? I know how to make quick work of things, especially when they upset those dearest to me.

🦇Lilia🦇: My heart is yours 💗

💓Little bat💓: I love you too, Lilia 💗

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

🦈Floyd🦈

🦈Floyd🦈 is typing…

🦈Floyd🦈: Shrimpy! Are you sure that I can’t squeeze him for you?

🦈Floyd🦈: Any trouble I get in, Azul can handle it!

🦐Shrimpy🦐 is typing…

🦐Shrimpy🦐: Yes, Floyd. I’m sure. I don’t want you to get in trouble because of me.

🦐Shrimpy🦐: I just don’t feel like staying on campus right now.

🦈Floyd🦈: How about we go on a date? Right now? We can go off campus. There’s a new cafè that just opened that everyone is talking about.

🦐Shrimpy🦐: Can we do that?

🦈Floyd🦈: Life is too short to not do it!

🦐Shrimpy🦐: You know what? You’re right! Let’s do it!

🦈Floyd🦈: That’s my Shrimpy!

🦈Floyd🦈: …I love you.

🦐Shrimpy🦐: I love you too, Floyd 💓

[number-fifty-five]

the apartment we won't share | CS55

a carlos sainz x fem!doctor! reader oneshot

summary : inspired by niki's the apartment we won't share, carlos and his partner navigate through their emotions as they part ways — their minds lingering on the things they've done and could have done.

warnings : slightest bit of angst and a sprinkle of hurt

word count : 927

a/n : i actually shed a tear writing this one it hurts so bad...i have a love-hate relationship with it and i wouldn't wish this experience upon my worst enemy. it's a oneshot so, i'll leave you with that ;)

all the best, ellie.

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the last box sat untouched in the hallway, flaps open like a gaping mouth that still had room to swallow the final pieces of what used to be them.

carlos leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her kneel in front of the kitchen cabinet — the cabinet where they used to argue about where mugs should go. she was pulling out the last few plates she claimed were hers, her movements mechanical, almost too quiet, as though sound might make it real. the sound of the plates clinking as she stacked them reverberated throughout the kitchen.

he hated the silence more. it was sharp and deafening. none of them knew which would break first — them, or the plates in her hand.

“you’re taking the white ones?” he asked, voice rough as if he’d been choking it down his throat.

she paused, blinking up at him. her hazel eyes looked tired — not the tired you fix with sleep, but the kind that buries itself in your bones. “yeah,” she answered. “they were mine when we first moved.”

“right,” he nodded. “right.”

the clock ticked like it had been waiting for them to notice the seconds they were wasting. the apartment that once was filled with late-night takeout and her humming while she studied on the couch, with his racing gear tossed in corners and promises whispered between flights — felt cold now. like it had already let go of them before they had let go of each other.

it hadn’t always been this way. there was a time they used to sit cross-legged on the floor, her in his sweater, him still in socks from a flight, planning a life that now would never happen.

they had plans.

“we’ll always have dinner together. no matter what. even if it's just ramen at midnight,” she’d once insisted, and he had pinky-promised it over chinese takeout.

they had a list of countries to visit on the off-season : greece, argentina, new zealand.

they talked about a dog. about moving somewhere quieter after his career. about maybe starting a family someday, when hospital shifts didn’t break her and jet lag didn’t swallow him whole.

none of it came.

instead, there were missed calls. cold food. messages left on read at the worst times. she slept through his races. he didn’t make it back before her night shifts. they became two ghosts in the same apartment.

until the night it cracked wide open.

“you’re never here,” she said, standing in the doorway of their bedroom, arms wrapped around herself. “and when you are, you’re… not with me.”

she never begged. he always promised that it wouldn’t be necessary because he would never give her a reason for it. and yet here she was, her voice breaking in desperation.

carlos exhaled. “i’m trying, joder. you think i don’t miss you too?”

“you missed my birthday, carlos.”

he flinched. “i was stuck in japan. i told you—”

“that’s the point. there’s always something. a race, an appearance, media, flights, engineers — there’s always a reason i'm not worth showing up for. come on, carlos? not even a text? or an attempt to call?”

“that’s not fair.”

she laughed bitterly. “isn’t it? we said we’d make it work.”

“and we did,” he snapped. “for as long as we could.”

silence.

she stared at him then, really looked at him — the man she’d memorized and loved and lost, all in the same body.

“we can’t keep doing this,” she whispered. “this slow dying of something that was once beautiful.”

and the worst part?

he didn’t disagree.

so they packed.

box by box.

memory by memory.

now she taped the final one and stood, brushing her hands on her jeans.

carlos stepped forward, hesitating.

“so… this is it.”

she nodded. “yeah.”

“i don’t know what to say,” he admitted.

“then don’t say anything,” she said. “not this time.”

but still, she lingered in the kitchen, her hand on the countertop they once sat at, legs tangled as they talked about cities and calendars and dreams. she looked at him, really looked.

“i hope one day we stop hurting when we think of each other,” she said.

he swallowed hard. “do you think we will?”

she didn’t answer right away.

“i don’t know. i hope so,” she finally said. “but hope is… tricky.”

then she picked up the box, carried it toward the door, and opened it slowly.

she paused, her back to him.

“i don’t hate you, carlos” she said. saying his name felt like a lump in her throat. “i never did.”

his voice came out broken. “i know.”

and with that, she stepped into the hallway, the door closing behind her with a soft click.

carlos didn’t move. the apartment buzzed with silence. empty shelves. a faint outline of where their photo frame used to hang. a wine stain on the carpet from a clumsy night full of laughter.

gone.

he walked over to check the remaining things they left. his eye caught a beige envelope lying on the shelf. he assumed it was hers — it was too neatly folded to be someone else’s. it seemed as though it was okay for the letter to either be found or not.

with a sigh, he tucked the paper in his back pocket and walked over to the light switch by the door, hand trembling.

he looked around one last time.

then he turned off the lights.

and in the darkness, all that remained were the echoes of everything they didn’t become.

[crush-itis]

ྀི. ̞. ১ ✿ ㅤ𓈒 crush-itis

ㅤㅤ. ‿‿ ‿‿ ୨ ୧ ‿‿ ‿‿ .

ㅤ. 𓂂 Twisted Wonderland ⊹

🩷 headcanons ꒱ they have a crush on Yuu

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♥︎： My first headcanon post for the fandom TWST! I hope you guys like it, I also apologize if it’s not character accurate! I haven’t played this game in a while, nor have I watched the gameplays… could you guess who my favourite character is? ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

Riddle Rosehearts

♥︎： Gets beet red around you, and is flustered easily. Seems to avoid you most of the time, but always tries to strike up a tentative, nervous smile when your eyes both meet. He’ll make anonymous love letters to you with rose petals as the letter. It’s silly, and cringe, but he thinks it’s pretty romantic. Will collar anyone who you're too intimate with, and close with.

Trey Clover

♥︎： Shameless; will try cheesy pick up lines on you, while laughing it off. He’s cringey when he’s in love, but is confident, and brazen. Bakes you your favourite pastries, and if you’re not into sweets, he’d gladly cook up your favourite meals. He compliments your teeth often.

Cater Diamond

♥︎： Takes selfies with you, and posts them in his Magicam. The type to snap “ugly” pictures of you, and coos at them as if you’re in a Vogue magazine. Makes it obvious he likes you. He literally has a picture album of you in his photo gallery. He calls, and texts you often—even when he’s in the shower.

Ace Trappola

♥︎： Convinces you to go watch his basketball practises, and games. He always does over the top tricks if you are watching—like shooting the ball without looking. Discreetly touches your hands on purpose. Looks at your lips often. Flirts casually as if it’s a joke, but dies in embarrassment internally.

Deuce Spade

♥︎： Invites you to his dorm for silly study groups, but you two end up never finishing any work. Always glances at you in class if “pick a partner” or “group project” is mentioned. Always rushing to you if he has spare time. Will apply for a part time job—McDonalds—and use the money to buy you jewelry that complements your eye colour.

Leona Kingscholar

♥︎： Doesn’t care if you steal a jewel, an earring, or even a brick of gold in his room. Smiles at you often, and sleeps on your lap. Acts like a tamed house cat around you. Likes to pinch you, or scrape a long fingernail into your skin; it’s a stupid way to show you wants you!

Ruggie Bucchi

♥︎： Shares you his favourite foods, and snacks. He likes to watch you eat. Laughs at your jokes like a pick me—even if they’re severely unfunny. Teases you, and likes to play with your hair. He’d help brush, and comb your hair. He loves picking out your outfits, but his taste is so bad, you have to politely refuse.

Jack Howl

♥︎： He doesn’t realize he’s in love with you, he doesn’t even realize the blush on his cheeks when you’re around. Holds your gaze if you happen to meet eyes on accident, always playing the staring contest—he finds it intimate. Likes to hold you close, and squeezes you in a way that makes you almost choke, but he’s not intentionally hurting you.

Blue Ashengrotto

♥︎： He likes to do things for you—he’s reliable for running your errands. Will scold Floyd, and Jade if you happen to not like a dish from Mostro Lounge. Screams in his pillow if he had the slightest physical contact with you. Will stalk your Magicam, and the people you follow. Often questions who the people are in your following list—as if you two were already dating, and he’s suspecting you’re cheating on him.

Jade Leech

♥︎： Thinks he has competition with his older brother because they look the same. Always asking you in a playful way who you like the most. Gives people you often approach a threatening, blank stare—it’s not a stink eye or whatever, but it’s more an intimidating look that makes you look away, and shudder in trepidation. Buys the perfume you use so he can spray it on his pillowcase every sunday; he does it when he has an “everything shower.”

Floyd Leech

♥︎： Also thinks he has competition with his brother, but is slightly confident you like him more. Is crazy for you, will follow you around, and playfully tickle you. Squeezes you from behind, disguising it as a hug. Will bite you as if it’s a funny joke. Stalks you physically. Buys you shoes, and heels. He likes the way heels look on you.

Kalim Al-Asim

♥︎： Showers you with gifts, and shares his wealth with you. Loves to spend time with you, always clinging to you. He’s willing to try out creative hobbies to praise you, like writing odes, and silly poems about you. He’d even go on to buy an expensive camera, and go to photography classes to learn how to take extravagant photos of you. Flirts with you without even realizing it.

Jamil Viper

♥︎： Likes to cook your favourite meals. He’s willing to braid your hair if you want, and loves to stroke your hair. Offers his hoodie to you whenever you’re cold. Doesn’t show his affections much as he’s a bit shy.

Vil Schoenheit

♥︎： Features you in his social media. His bio in magicam is “follow @yuu”. Showers you with gifts, and new clothes. Always affirming you’re the second most beautiful person before him. He always looks at his reflection in your eyes while touching up his hair, and makeup—it’s a flimsy excuse to just admire the way your eyes look. Presses kisses on your cheek, leaving a romantic trail of bright red lipstick stains on your face.

Rook Hunt

♥︎： Buys you a bracelet, or a necklace one day that magicslly tracks down your location. Stalks you occasionally, both online, and in real life. Calls you all sorts of pet names, and shamelessly flirts with you.

Idia Shroud

♥︎： Will invent useless, but surprisingly convenient things for you. He’d even code a robot that hugs you… he’s so nerdy. He avoids you though, he’s really shy, and nervous, but has the balls to not show up to a date with his iPad as a substitute. He texts you more than he talks to you in real life—he prefers to chat on Myspace.

Malleus Draconia

♥︎： He likes to take you out in night walks downtown, and then take you to his dorm after. He’ll plant chaste kisses on your nose, and forehead. He’s not shy, and will flirt with you occasionally. He blabbers to you a lot about such things, and random pieces of knowledge he learned, possibly from Lilia. He trusts you heavily, and shares his secrets with you. He’d even go on to introduce you to his parents right away.

Lilia Vanrouge

♥︎： He loves to sneak up on you, and surprise you. He likes the fearful look on your face, and brazenly kisses your cheek after. He likes to cook things for you, but doesn’t realize it’s poorly made. He flirts, and compliments you often. He likes to cling to you, and show you pictures of the places he travelled to before. He loves to share his wisdom with you.

Silver

♥︎： Uses your lap as a pillow. Gets sleepier around you, and he believes you casted a sleeping spell on him. Dreams about you often, and giggles in his sleep because of it. Your voice is music to his ears.

Sebek Zigvolt

♥︎： Boasts about his friendship with you like it’s a trophy. Blushes, and easily gets flustered with you. Will defend you, and stand up for you if you’re ever bullied. Will accidentally confess his feelings to you by being such a loud mouth.

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ׅ ׅ 𝒯hank 𝒴ou !!

[thevelaryons]

Prince Jacaerys x Baela don’t call my attention as much as other pairings for them. Baela’s personality is totally unique and takes a blow from not being allowed to be more than a wife for him. I want to know your thoughts on Baela’s best ship and Jacaerys’s best ships. I don’t see that love being shown as strongly as the other examples we have for couples. I haven’t finished F&B yet but I do know how this ends.

I think it depends on which canon you are looking at for Baela. In the show version, Baela is the love interest and in the book version, Baela is a character who has love interests.

Showverse Jacaela made the dynamic a lot more equal than it was in the book. Baela is treated as Jace’s partner in everything. They are meant to be perceived as a romance. Though it does come at the expense of Baela’s own personality. She’s not the rough, flirtatious tomboy of Fire & Blood but more of a softspoken lady always ready to support Jace (just as he is there to support her). Though the writers clearly favour building up Jace more, hence scenes of Baela expressing her frustrations about her father are used to prop up Jace’s characterization and his own daddy issues. I’d say majority of show!Jacaela scenes are about Jace wanting to prove himself/Jace’s troubles about bastards/Jace’s position as heir, with Baela always being the love interest at his side.

Bookverse Jacaela is quite different. In fact, Jacaela didn’t even really exist as a ship until HOTD because the dynamic comes off less romantic in the book. If it’s a romance, then it’s a rather lacklustre one:

Lady Rhaena’s twin, Baela, remained on Dragonstone. Long betrothed to Prince Jacaerys, she refused to leave him, insisting that she would fight beside him on her own dragon…though Moondancer was too small to bear her weight. Though Baela also announced her intent to marry Jace at once, no wedding was ever held. Munkun says the prince did not wish to wed until the war was over, whilst Mushroom claims Jacaerys was already married to Sara Snow, the mysterious bastard girl from Winterfell.

Once Jace returned from the North, and took up control of the castle as Prince of Dragonstone, Baela expressed her wish to marry him. I’ve said before that I see this as Baela asserting herself as Jace’s consort and future queen (as Daemon’s mini me, she is acting as her father would to assert himself in the family through marriage). But the fact that Jace didn’t fulfill Baela’s wish speaks volumes. Even Jaehaerys married Alysanne when she asked it of him. They had a private ceremony then in the future they had a grander one when they made their relationship public (they also waited years to consummate until they were ready). Jace’s own brother, Aegon, doesn’t consummate his marriage with Daenaera until many years later. So Jace could’ve married Baela and then in the future once the war is over, they would have a larger wedding + consummation. There being no wedding at all seems like a significant detail, otherwise GRRM wouldn’t have bothered including that in the text.

I do think that the cheating rumours are likely false since it doesn’t really fit Jace’s character. Also, at that point in the story, Jace was trying to appease Corlys. He had to name Corlys as Hand, but a more certain way to retain Corlys’ loyalty would’ve been to marry his granddaughter. It would be a promise that Corlys’ bloodline would sit the Iron Throne one day. Again, I believe it’s a very significant detail that the marriage between Jace and Baela never happened in the book. While I do think Jace would’ve married Baela eventually, in the future, it was not something high on his list of priorities at the time. That is to say, Baela was not really a priority to Jace in the book canon. This is obviously different on the show, where we are shown Jace actually prioritizing Baela a lot more. In the book, I think he may have cared for her, because she is family, but it was not any deeper than that.

Leaving Sara out of the equation since there’s no confirmation if she actually exists, I personally think the most significant relationships Jace has in the book, outside of his parents, are with his sworn brother, Cregan, and his milk brother, Daeron. In the show canon, there isn’t anything special to say about Jace’s trip North (he interacts with Cregan for a minute at best) and Jaceron doesn’t exist because Daeron was temporarily erased. However, we are given substantial details about these dynamics in the book. Jacegan appears to be a very popular relationship for Jace. I personally prefer these two as only friends though I don’t necessarily have any issue with them as a romantic couple. That being said, Jace is 14 years old in the book when he meets the 21 year old Cregan so the age gap is a bit questionable. Though by ASOIAF standards, I guess it’s normal. Jacegan is personally not my favourite ship for Jace because that would be Jaceron.

Jace and Daeron’s relationship is quite important to the narrative of the Dance. They were born close together and became milk brothers from the beginning. They were supposed to be representative of a positive future for the Targaryen dynasty, yet they become divided because of the increasing conflict between their families. Jace and Daeron were expected to be each other’s equals, they were made to train and study together, and attend the same feasts and balls. Daeron is said to be in his older brother’s shadows yet he should at least be on the same level as Jace. Except he isn’t because Jace is openly favoured by the King himself while Daeron gets no great show of affection from his own father. Daeron is the only one in his family who is also sent away from the capital while everyone else gets to stay together in King’s Landing. The boys’ appearances are directly compared to each other from the moment of their birth. The favoured heir who looks like a bastard and the trueborn Valyrian prince who is sidelined. They could have been friends in a different time, but in this story, they can only become enemies. Over the years, their actions still affect each other. It is Jace’s dragonseed plan that causes trouble for Daeron and eventually leads to his death. Even in separation, the milk brothers are connected. One detail that I’ve always liked is the parallel between the scenes of Jace and Daeron making plans for how to proceed with the war, but these plans are foiled by the supposed interference of the gods: “Yet the plans of men are but playthings to the gods. For even as Jace laid his plans, a new threat was closing from the east.”/“Men may plot and plan and scheme, but they had best pray as well, for no plan made by man has ever withstood the whims of the gods above.” These are the descriptions given before the beginning of the battles that would kill Jace and Daeron, the Gullet and Second Tumbleton. Though there isn’t any great show of love in this dynamic, it has always been one of my favourites because of what it represents for the Dance as a whole. Even HOTD erasing them doesn’t lessen my enjoyment of the relationship, since I primarily focus on book canon anyways.

For Baela, her most significant relationships, outside of her parents, in the book are with her twin, Rhaena, and her eventual husband, Alyn. Those are the ones GRRM wrote about extensively. Since all three characters are well fleshed out in the book, so is Baela’s role here. She is not just a supporting role to either Rhaena or Alyn, but a power player in her own right (with many of her actions being enabled by one or the other two). Incest is not a dealbreaker for Targaryens and Baela/Rhaena make an excellent match because of how seamlessly they operate together. I don’t know why the show created a bit of disconnect between the Dragon Twins, with Rhaena feeling bitter about Baela not understanding her concerns and the two of them growing up separately. In the book canon, they grew up together on Dragonstone and were said to be very close. It’s not until the war that they are separated. Though the more baffling decision is HOTD aging up Alyn. Book!Baela rejected the idea of being married to someone much older than her and instead chose Alyn, who is the same age. The characters’ ages in the show are kinda all over the place, but apparently the actor playing Alyn is in his 30s and even older than the actors playing Rhaenyra/Alicent/Criston, whereas the actress playing Baela is in her 20s. So show!Alyn is clearly older than show!Baela who is either 16 or 15. It defeats the whole purpose of the Baela/Alyn relationship which is supposed to be one of equals. Although it seems like the show is setting up some kind of dynamic for Baela and Alyn already, since season 2 had the scene of Baela calling herself “blood and fire” in her conversation with Corlys as a parallel to Alyn saying he is of “salt and sea”.

Baelyn’s relationship in the book is a marriage of convenience. Baela actually took a big risk when she decided to run away to Driftmark. The last time Baela had asked a boy to marry her, she would’ve been left disappointed when he didn’t fulfill her wish. Unlike Jace, who was Baela’s stepbrother and betrothed, Alyn may be her cousin but he is also a stranger for all intents and purposes. Ultimately, Alyn did agree to Baela’s proposal to help her escape her forced marriage. Since Baelyn have very similar personalities, they do work well together as partners, but at the same time, they are also known to quarrel with each other. The book does mention that they always end up reconciling whenever they clash:

Yet in the end they reconciled, as they always did.

Their dynamic is written to be complicated but it’s also one of the most interesting ones in the book. On the one hand, Alyn is willing to wage war to protect Baela, and later was willing to oppose the small council in order to protect her from a forced marriage, he defers to Baela and treats her as a higher authority than he does the king & queen, he names his flagship in honour of her, he makes her part of his political plans, he seems to have no issue with the idea of Baela expressing her sexuality through relationships with other people, etc. But on the opposite end, Alyn does seem to chafe against the notion of domestic marriage that Baela seems more favourable of. He craves freedom and adventure. That being said, Baela is often shown to be doing her own thing in the book too; she’s not confined to the role of wife. So while they may act as a couple at times, in other instances, they are their own individual.

Since Baela grew up watching couples in her family like Corlys/Rhaenys, Daemon/Laena, Daemon/Rhaenyra (regardless of whatever private issues those couples might’ve had), she would have certain expectations for how she wants her marriage to end up. While Jace may be a disappointment because he denied Baela the marriage she wanted, Alyn disappoints in other ways. Though he does at least try to prioritize Baela in the book. But whether that’s Alyn simply doing his duty to Baela since she is his wife, or out of genuine affection, is left ambiguous. I would say that Alyn grew to love Baela but he’s not in love with her. As for Baela, she probably felt the same way about Alyn. There is a part at the end of Fire & Blood where Baela expresses her jealousy over Alyn’s fond regard for another woman, so that does suggest Baela’s possible romantic interest in Alyn. But that’s the last mention of them. Fire & Blood 2 will have more details on the development of their relationship, and if Alyn reciprocates Baela’s growing interest in him. My impression of book!Baela’s romantic prospects is that Jace was just meant to be a placeholder for Alyn. GRRM clearly intended to depict Baela and Alyn as each other’s main love interest, considering how much he wrote about them. I find it fascinating how Alyn shares many similarities with both Laena and Daemon. Leave it to GRRM to create a love interest for Baela who is just a combination of her parents. Even the fact that Alyn and Baela have matching burn scars, complimentary sea & moon symbolism, grand displays of defiance for each other, all suggest a deep connection between the two, despite the stormy nature of their marriage.

The only other noteworthy relationships Baela had were with some of the other boys at Dragonstone. After the Battle of the Gullet, the rest of Team Black moves to King’s Landing and Baela remained behind at Dragonstone. I don’t think these relationships are of any particular consequence because we don’t even know the names of the boys Baela hooks up with but it’s still relevant for Baela’s own characterization. Tbh I do find it odd that GRRM didn’t write anything about Baela expressing grief over Jace’s death but the idea of her Dragonstone boy getting hurt moved Baela to tears:

As a younger girl she had oft been chastised for wrestling with squires in the yard, but of late she had taken to playing kissing games with them instead. Not long after the queen’s court removed to King’s Landing (whilst leaving Lady Baela on Dragonstone), Baela had been caught allowing a kitchen scullion to slip his hand inside her jerkin. Ser Robert, outraged, had sent the boy to the block to have the offending hand removed. Only the girl’s tearful intercession had saved him.

Though it’s possible that at that point, Baela has already moved on since her relationship with Jace was only an arrangement made by their parents, and now Baela is learning to express herself as more than just a consort. In which case, her relationship with the Dragonstone boys is a necessary starting point for Baela’s development.

Baela became a more prominent character near the end of the Dance, in the book. Despite this, she actually had more depth as a character than Jace (died in the first 1/3 of the Dance) and Alyn (he did even less than Baela during the war and only came to the forefront in the Regency). While the show did increase Baela’s presence, it fails to capture the complexity of her character that was present in Fire & Blood. Her primary purpose in show canon so far has just been about developing Jace’s character.

[thoughtsaboutshows]

My Fanfic Masterlist!

all fics are on AO3, the names are links!

I have fics for the Empyrean and Chilling Adventures of Sabrina fandoms

Empyrean/Fourth Wing Fics:

List of all my fics below the cut!

Let's Play Pretend: WIP, Explicit, Xaden/Violet Fake Dating AU,

When Bodhi and Ridoc plan their elaborate wedding down in Mexico and inform Violet that her ex is coming, she comes up with a fake boyfriend to avoid dealing with it all. But instead she finds herself in an even bigger mess when she accidentally tells them that she's dating Xaden Riorson, the bane of her existence and someone she has claimed to hate for years. When he accepts her request to play along she's shocked, but he has reasons of his own to go along with the lie. As the week goes on the line between love and hate gets blurred and Violet can't help but forget the reasons she hated him in the first place. And memories of a night from years ago slip back into her mind and remind her of time she didn't hate him...not at all.

Captive's Call: The Curse of the Onyx Storm: WIP, Explicit, Xaden/Violet Pirate AU. Co-authoring with @saranova

Seeking to escape her arranged marriage, Violet Sorrengail finds herself adrift upon the Emerald Seas and within the grasp of disgraced duke-turned-Pirate, Captain Xaden Riorson. And the Captain is always in control, always has a plan, and will do whatever it takes to break the curse that plagues him and his crew ... that is, until he meets a certain Admiral's daughter.

Missed You: WIP, Mature, Xaden/Violet

Missed You: Or little tumblr drabbles/ficlets from an ask about non-sexual intimacy

Because the empyrean crew deserves ALL the soft moments

Not A Victory March: Not Rated, Complete (for now), Xaden/Violet

The immediate aftermath of OS Chapter 66. No one's claiming victory here. Spoilers for Onyx Storm

It's Takeout, Your Honor: Complete, Teen and Up Rating, Xaden/Violet

What happens when you know your partner so you can sense when they’re sad? And what if you have the same idea?

If the Fates Allow, A Solstice Anthology: Complete, Explicit, Xaden/Violet, my gift for another member for the RQ Discord Solstice Exchange

What if battles and wars weren't the only thing archived? Over the years Xaden and Violet recorded what they were doing on Solstice to remember any bright times in the midst of chaos. Originally redacted from the historical text due to be considered "filler" and "unnecessary to include," Jesenia collected them to be its own anthology.

Or, a collection of missing and future scenes with our favorite shadow daddy and lightning wielder as they experience the Solstice.

Say You Won't Let Go: Complete, Mature, Xaden/Violet

Violet hates goodbyes. Especially when she’d rather stay locked in Xaden’s room. And in his bed.

A missing scene in Iron Flame. It sorta kinda works in the timeline so we’re just gonna throw in there as happening sometime after Vi finds out about Xaden’s second signet but before they go back to Basgiath.

I'm Gonna Be: Complete, Mature, Imogen/Garrick

Long distance relationships suck. Especially when Imogen is stationed on one end of the country and her friends are on the other. But it’s Garrick she misses the most.

all that you rely on, and all that you can save: Complete, Explicit, Xaden/Violet

In the late hours of the night Violet studies. She now studies old tomes and history books from Poromiel, anything she can get her hands on really to help save him. She studies alone because there are few they can trust to share his secret. But when Xaden comes home from a week long patrol to find her huddled over a desk in the Archives, he thinks of far better uses for it.

Forgive Me?: Complete, Mature, Xaden/Violet

Xaden's and Violet's stress levels are high, leading to more arguments than they'd like. But what if Violet tries to take a risk that Xaden thinks is too far? How will she win this argument? Or bring him to his knees?

Or the time Violet has a trick up her sleeve to get Xaden to let go of the argument.

Spoilers for IF and FW. Takes place after the end of IF.

Chilling Adventures of Sabrina Fics:

Thicker Than Water: WIP/Sort of Abandoned, Mature, Nick/Sabrina

Nick had been Summering in Greendale, NC his whole life. Their big white house on the beach stood as a staple in the Scratch family for generations, a pillar of the family dynasty. A dynasty he wanted no part of, but was forced to take over come September. After avoiding the responsibility for as long as he could, Nick decided to give himself one last Summer in the place that had formed him, memoires both good and bad. But this time he would do it his way, away from the big white house. He had planned for quiet, for solitude, his favorite way to write. But that was before he realized that Sabrina Spellman was back too.

Sabrina Spellman was the mystery he could never figure out. Sabrina Spellman, who ran the Mortuary Grill and whose hair was as white as the sand and smile as bright as the sun. Sabrina Spellman, who didn’t hate the summer vacationers as much as her local peers did. Sabrina Spellman, whose lips tasted like tequila when they brushed his 10 years ago.

Nick wasn’t so certain he’d have a solitary summer anymore, not when the mystery was about to be solved.

Right Where You Left Me: Complete, Mature, Nick/Sabrina

It's the first Solstice after Sabrina was risen from the dead. The first Solstice without Nick. In the midst of her tears and sorrow she accidentally conjures him, which leads to a tradition they do year after year. Every Solstice, for 24 hours, Sabrina can call upon her love Nicholas Scratch and they can be together. Only on this one day a year can they touch each other, and they make it count. In classic Nick and Sabrina fashion each year isn't perfect but it doesn't matter what happens, they'll always love each other.

For Fluffs Sake, Angst-hole: , Complete, Not-Rated, Nick/Sabrina

This is a collection of short writings/scenes from an ask I did on Tumblr for Nabrina!

It used to be all fluff, but now there's some agnsty ones in there too!

Moment to Moment: Complete, Not Rated, Nick/Sabrina

Just a few moments in the future, when Nick and Sabrina got everything they'd ever wanted.

Behind the Curtain: Complete, Not rated, Nick/Sabrina

The stuff we didn't see. What went on between what we got. Because there is so much more Nabrina to dive into.

White Christmas: Complete, Not Rated, Nick/Sabrina

Sabrina has always loved Christmas and has dreamed of the holidays in Greendale ever since she left five years ago. She didn't know what drew her back this year, but felt like it was time. Little did she know the reason she'd left was back too and completely unavoidable. Nicholas Scratch had once considered Sabrina Spellman the love of his life. And this Christmas he'd be reminded of what he always knew, that dreams took many forms: bookstores, and big cities, and even starlight blondes who he'd loved for half of his life.

Christmas in Greendale: Complete, Not rated, Nick/Sabrina

Daily drabbles from tumblr's Nabrina Winterfest

Illicit Affairs: Complete, Mature, Nick/Sabrina

She had never really meant for it to start. It wasn’t like her, the secret meetings, hushed whispers, and built up lies. But there was something about all of it that dragged her under the current and swept her up that she couldn’t deny or ignore. It was never her intention to start an affair with Nicholas Scratch. Though it was somewhat of an inevitability. From the minute they met, a line in the sand was drawn and they spent the better part of two years trying not to come closer to it. But the magnetic pull between them was undeniable, and soon the line in the sand was just as messed up as their sheets.

She hadn’t planned it, and the second she let her guard down they’d both fallen into a hole they couldn't quite climb out of. She’d been sleeping with Nick for months and talked to him about more things than she never dared to with Harvey.

Harvey.

The high school sweetheart she couldn’t let go. Or rather she couldn’t admit the relationship was failing, because she wasn’t a quitter. But she couldn’t seem to quit Nick either.

A Thousand Words, But You're Worth More: Complete, Not Rated, Nick/Sabrina

Sabrina has been stressed. And her lovely warlock boyfriend has taken notice, and decided she needed a night out. So Nick planned the perfect romantic date, with a little help, and doesn't tell her a thing about it.

Or, a one-shot based on a "Sweaters" prompt

Or, a missing scene/my take on when Nick and Sabrina took that picture

Take a Breath, I'm Still Here: Complete, Mature, Nick/Sabrina, Ambrose/Prudence

In the days after the Void nearly ripped Sabrina from her family, they decide to celebrate a late Yule. Nick and Sabrina can't stop touching each other and Prudence and Ambrose finally talk.

Born to Love You: Complete, Not Rated, Nick/Sabrina

***This is a follow up to my one shot Marry Me. If you haven't read that go read it first!!***

So Sabrina left Harvey at the altar for Nick. What now? Tune in for snapshots into Nick and Sabrina's life now that they've admitted their true feelings. What happened after Sabrina left Harvey and ran to Nick? Did they live happily ever after?

This will be a collection of snapshots of this version of Nick and Sabrina. I don't know how often it will be updated, but we will get a look into their life together.

I enjoy writing my fics based on songs, so if a particular song screams this Nick and Sabrina to you please message me on tumblr or comment below and maybe I'll write a scene based on it!

Marry Me: Complete, Not Rated, Nick/Sabrina, inspired by the song: Marry Me

“No, No, No.” Nick said as he shook his head at Prudence. “Sabrina is my best friend. That’s it.”

“Sure.” Prudence shrugged her shoulders.

When she explained to her brother that they were likely more she had said it as a statement, not an invitation to have a conversation about it. She was entirely annoyed by the Spellman girl, and had found it odd and irritating that she and her brother had been attached at the hip from a young age.

“Besides she’s marrying Kinkle, Prudence.” Nick explained more to himself than to Prudence. His eyes were wild and looking around the room, searching for something to land on. “Not me.”

“Do you want her to?” Prudence asked as she leaned forward. Nick paused, unsure how to answer that question. Nick had been in love with Sabrina Spellman for most of his life. But she was happy with Harvey Kinkle. Prudence rolled her eyes and stood up sighing, and placed a hand on Nick’s shoulder. She was rarely affectionate and this was as comforting as she got. “You may want to figure that out.”

Cruel Summer: Complete, Mature, Nick/Sabrina

A mix between AU and Cannon, where the young members of the Church of Night also attend Baxter High. The young witches and warlocks then go to the Unseen Arts Summer Camp to bolster their gifts. Sabrina, having signed her name in the Book of the Beast is to attend for the first time.

Set between two timelines- the present and the summer, Sabrina attends camp for the first time and grows closer to Nick only for them to be torn apart as school starts.

Burning House: Complete, Not Rated, Nick/Sabrina

Sabrina hasn't seen him in months but she still sees him everywhere. Nick sees her every night in his dreams. They both know what they want, but won't let the other have it. Not yet. Not when Nick will hardly talk to her and Sabrina used well...THAT candle...

Crash Into Me: Complete, Not Rated, Nick/Sabrina

Set after Part 3 and some time after Nick and Sabrina's breakup. Just a little one-shot of a mission they get sent on by Zelda. Tough conversations and some tears...and one bed

i run to you: Complete, Not Rated, Nick/Sabrina

Nick and Sabrina love two things. Research and each other. But their research often takes them to far away places, and far away from the person they love most.

[echantedtoon]

Demonstober Day 19 Cupid

In classical mythology, Cupid /ˈkjuːpɪd/ (Latin: Cupīdō [kʊˈpiːdoː], meaning "passionate desire") is the god of desire, love, attraction and affection. 

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@nousija @mspurpl3

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"You know I've been having some really weird things happen to me ever since my ex dumped me on Valentine's Day last year."

Your friend blinked at you from across the table as he paused mid bite in his burger. Murata blinked at you before slowly lowering said food. "Huh? How so?"

You hadn't been wrong about the weird bad luck you've been having since Valentine's Day last year. Your cheating ex-boyfriend had dumped you over text after ghosting you at the park you were supposed to meet at for a star gazing date and left you to angry cry all the way home. Luckily you hadn't been together long so it only took about two months for you to completely get over him. But ever since that day things have been rather...strange.

It started with your new neighbor. His package had mistakenly been delivered to your house so you went to go return it to him, however as you spoke something pushed you from behind and you ended up slamming painfully into him before you both landed on the floor. In front of his wife. Who went ballistic seeing a stranger on top of her husband. In the end you had a headache from where your heads slammed together, you had to pay for the china that the package contained because your combined weight crushed it, and one of your new neighbors now hate you. Great. 

You chalked it up to a gust of wind at the time before forgetting about it. However there was a slew of other things that happened to you over the next year.

Somehow the resident annoying office playboy got assigned to work with you on a project after your VERY confused boss swore he sent him an email assigning him to someone else. So you had to endure his constant flirts for two weeks. 

You were constantly bumping into people, knocking someone down, or spilling your drink on them and vise versa. Which lead to many, MANY fights, slight coffee burns, money out of your pocket paying for their drinks, and fights from their angry partners. Once you got trapped in an elevator with a pretty girl who happened to be claustrophobic and ended up vomiting from the stress all over your new coat as you attempted to calm her down.  Then there was the time you got stuck in traffic with three flat tires costing you lots of money and the tow truck driver was a creepy older man who kept asking for your number.

However what must've been the most painful blow was the call you got one day while TRYING to fix your broken pc. Your phone wouldn't stop buzzing on the table annoying until you finally got fed up and answered it with a scowl.

"WHAT?!"

"Um...Is this Y/n L/n?", a man's voice asked.

"Yeah? Who's this?" You held your phone with your shoulder as you tried to screw the back of the computer back on. 

"I matched with you on your profile. I wanted to set up a date."

You paused. "What?"

"Your profile? Your Single Me profile. I matched with you yesterday but you never responded-"

You immediately hung up on the guy and blocked him assuming it was either a scam, prank call, or he mistook you for a person with the same name. You didn't have a profile on any dating websites. However after four more calls from different people who asked when you were free for a date. A search of your phone surprised you when you found an app you DEFINITELY never downloaded and logging into said app lead you to a profile with your pictures, interests, and phone number listed.  You immediately deleted the profile and app before taking your phone to the electronics store the next day for a spyware scan. Someone must've hacked into your phone to impersonate you and made the profile but the tech guy told you there wasn't anything wrong.

You still rebooted your phone and added new privacy settings just in case.

It's been a little quiet now. You haven't had any accidents or any weird interactions with anyone else so far for about two months now. So maybe your weird luck involving stupid romcom scenarios was finally over.

"Like every other time I told you about?", you pointed out deadpanned to him.

He shrugged and just went back to eating his burger with a happy hum. "Maybe it was just a funk you were in for a while? Like how some people get burn out of writers block. Nothing's happened to you for a while now."

"I guess you're right. Nothing bad is really happening." You placed you hands down and sighed. "I just hope this isn't some divine sign my love life is going to crap though."

"Cheer up! Being single isn't bad. In fact, it's really awesome. You don't have to worry about anyone else and you have a sweet bachelorette pad!"

Despite yourself you chuckled. Leave it to Murata to make you feel better. "*Sigh* Thanks, Man. It means a lot."

"Of course. You still going to that singles event for Valentine's Day tomorrow?"

"Nah. I'm just taking the day off and eating all the discounted chocolate the day after."

"Hell yeah! Discount chocolate is the best!...Are you sure you're ok though?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"You're holding my hand."

You blinked and looked down only to raise your eyebrows. Your hand had  been by your plate. Not laid on Murata's hand. Immediately you pulled away from your friend. "I'm sorry. I must've moved it without thinking." 

He laughed and shrugged it off. "No worries. We always do that. Did you see the new ScorpionMan movie?"

Guess your weird luck wasn't over yet. 

Didn't help that Valentine's Day was tomorrow. But you had the day off so you were just going to sleep in, order take out, and just play video games all day! A perfect day for someone like you and then just buy a lot of discounted chocolate the next day. Saying goodbye to your friend, you couldn't help but feel like someone was watching you..but you shrugged it off as you walked all the way home. You didn't pay any attention to anyone as you got back to your apartment and got inside. Doing your normal night routine before going to bed and nodding off.

"Hey! Wake up!"

You snorted..but went back to sleep.

"OOOH! Come on! Wake up already!! We're already behind an hour!"

Something shoved your shoulder hard enough to turn you on your stomach. THAT woke you up with a snort and you pushed yourself up onto your arms. Blinking tired eyes as green eyes beamed at you.

"Oh finally! I was worried you'd never wake up!," a green eyed woman with long pink hair tied into braids smiled widely at you. "Do you want breakfast first?"

....you slowly blinked. 

"Oh nevermind. We can get something to go so it'll be faster! First we need to get you up and ready for the day!" Out of nowhere she produced a long paper with a list written on it. "Our first stop is a speed dating event. It'll be fast and you might get a few people's numbers! Then there's a party your coworker is hosting. I know you got the day off but if you stay for a little bit you might connect with someone you already know! And who knows where that could lead?!" She threw her arms off in a positive cheerleader pose.

She continued to babble on about something as your tired self sat up and yawned before stretching out your back and rubbing at your face. Your tired mind didn't register the fully grown woman with two fluffy white dove wings fluttering from her back for a long time as she continued to babble on and gesturing at nothing.... Before you ever slowly blinked at her. And then the reality hit your tired mind.

THERE WAS A STRANGER IN YOUR HOME!!

The reality shocked you awake staring at her before you yelled scrambling back and falling off the bed. Your actions and the thud of your body hitting the floor made her pause and watch as you shot back up to your feet in a panic and grabbing the nearest thing  to arm yourself. Which happened to be your alarm clock. You grabbed it pulling your arm back like you were gonna throw a baseball at you and pointed with your other hand.

"WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY APARTMENT?!"

She continued to blink at you before she gasped in realization. "OH MY GOSH!! I didn't introduce myself to you! HI!!" She waved an arm at you. "I'm Cupid and I'm here to find you that perfect soulmate!"

You stared at her. "...What?!"

"Don't worry! I know I haven't been able to get but on this day my powers are off the charts! I'll be able to find you a partner in no time!"

"...Ok..Did Murata put you up to this? Seriously who are you!? If you don't leave right now I'll call the police!" 

She squeaked out dropping the list before holding up her hands. "Wait, wait, wait! Please don't panic! I'm telling you the truth I swear!"

"Yeah right!"

"Look! I'll prove it to you!" In an instant her tiny fluffy wings snapped open and flapped rapidly. Your face fell in shock as she lifted three feet off the ground, twirled once, and then floated back down. "SEE?! I'm totally just here to help!"

....Clank-

The metal clock fell out of your hand as you continued to stare before you pointed at her. "You're-..." Your hands smacked your face. "This can't be real. I must have gone nuts!"

"NOPE!! Im real and here to save your love life!! I've tried to get it right for an entire year now but nothing I tried seemed to work. But I'm sure we'll have better luck today!"

.....Wait a second.

"Wait." You scowled. "You mean YOU'RE the one responsible for all the bad luck I've been having!?"

She paused blinking at your face before guilty tapping her fingers together. "W-Well...I wouldn't call it bad luck exactly."

"Do you know what you've put me through for the last year? Because of you my neighbor hates me!" You scowled harder crossing your arms. "And I lost so much money fixing things. Not to mention all the wasted money on all the spilt food. I still have scars on my lap from coffee burns!"

"Um..Well may-maybe bumping into people wasn't the best way to go about it-"

"Especially if they're already married or got a girlfriend!" You frowned harder at her puppy dog like face. "Why? Just-...Why have you been putting me through so much? You couldn't help anyone else?"

"Oh no. I could. But I saw how heartbroken you were last year after that nasty break up and I wanted to help. I don't why I haven't been having luck though. I'm supposed to help someone find love and you don't seem to love anything no matter how hard I try."

You blinked... before sighing and reaching out to facepalm. "Well that's where you're wrong. I do love things and people."

Immediately she literally up. "So you did find someone to love!?"

"Yes. Multiple people."

"Aw.~ A poly relationship!"

"Uh...No." She blinked as you gestured to her. "Hasn't it ever occurred to you that there's other kinds of love besides romantic? I can love someone and find fulfillment in loving my friends. My family. My pet cat. I still love all of them just as much as I would someone romantically."

Her eyes widened at you. "I..Never thought of that before."

"It's not that either. I have love for other things too. I love reading and going on walks and doing my other hobbies. I love my job. I love eating at my favorite restaurant. I love things. But most of all-" You pressed a hand to your chest. "I love myself. And as long as I love myself, I'll be perfectly fine. There's so much to love than just the overrated romantic aspect of it. Don't you think?"

She stood there for a long moment thinking before nodding. "You're right. I just never thought of it that way." She frowned like a kicked puppy again. "Now I feel really bad about everything I put you through. I'm so sorry."

"Hey. It's all good. Just promise me you won't push me into anyone again."

She giggled and nodded happily. "I promise!"

"Good...Hey. While you're here, do you wanna play a video game with me?"

[cry4mina]

Take Me Back To Eden - Aqua Regia (Part 3)

(Nayeon x fem!reader)

Take Me Back To Eden - Choke Hold - Part 1

Take Me Back To Eden - Granite - Part 2

Word Count: 5.1k Angst/More Angst/Angry Fluff/A secret fourth thing? Summary: Reader has the name of the person who wrote the note and decides it's time to let the culprits know how they feel. TW: Mentions of drinking, confrontations, trapped in a small space, sitting in the rain, mentions of food, intimate moments sprinkled in there (Not sex, but like something you'd only do with your partner, if that makes sense??). Reader is half way on a war path, but is overwhelmed by their own emotions, lost of confusion. Let me know if I missed anything! A/N: WELP, this is the end of my first series. I do really appreciate all of the support shown and I look forward to posting more content for everyone in the future! If you haven't read the first two parts of this, they are linked above the word count! Thank you for reading<3

***after hearing feedback from everyone this will NOT be the end of this series! Stay tuned****

Reminder: My asks/requests and DMs are always open!

You stare at the screen of your phone in absolute disbelief as you read the singular name texted to you. Blood boils through your skin as your fear turns to anger.

The phone starts vibrating in your hand as Nayeon calls trying to get a hold of you again. You throw your phone across the room in a fit of rage. It continues to vibrate against the floor, refusing your want for silence.

You are dumbstruck and livid, fighting the water that threatens to fall from your eyes. Your feet are flat on the floor, elbows resting on your knees as you hunch over, head in hands.

You’re too angry to even begin to decipher exactly what your body needs as the trauma sinks its teeth into your bones. Cold poison taints the warmth of your soul.

You’ve spent years unearthing and healing old scars, only for the person who helped you through it to completely undo all the hard work.

You quickly stand up and retrieve your now shattered phone as it rings, making your way back to the couch when you see a cable tucked until the cushion.

You raise your eyebrow, placing your phone on the arm of the couch before tugging on the wire to reveal Nayeon’s ipad hiding between the seats of the love seat you plopped on.

“She’s probably pissed she forgot this.” you smile at the thought wishing for inconvenient things to happen to annoy her for the remainder of the day.

You’d never wish actual harm on her, you still loved her. You are definitely upset enough to wish for one of her nails to break enough to make them look uneven, or for her shirt to be caught on a door handle while walking through it.

You swipe up to unlock it but it reveals a keypad for a passcode. You hesitate. Was this something you really wanted to do? You no longer had any trust in her but would you breaking her trust make it any better?

You punch in the first code and the screen shakes. It’s not her birthday. You try your birthday, the lock shimmies back at you asking for another set of numbers. You think for a second before trying your anniversary and it opens.

A deep breath in, and you click on the messages. Searching for the name of the person who accompanied your partner in betrayal.

You notice in the sidebar your name with a heart and the banner underneath your name swiftly changing as it synchronizes with the pinging of your phone.

You fixate on the other names in the list. Momo, Sana, Mina, a few Twice group chats when the name pops up to the top of the list.

“Are you alright?”

You seeth knowing the hands that typed that message are the hands that touched Nayeon. You see the text bubble start to move and then stop only to start up again.

“No, I’m flying back home tonight instead of tomorrow. I’ll call you later.”

Great. You think about packing a bag and heading to Momo’s but this was your apartment. Why should you have to leave? You think about how long you have until Nayeon arrives.

You phone goes back to buzzing as she’s panic texting you. Telling you that she will be home later tonight and you can talk it through then. She begs you not to leave the apartment. You scoff.

The ipad pings again.

“Okay, just checking in. My plane just landed back home and I have a meeting. I should be home after that. If you need a place to stay, just let me know.”

Your stomach churns at the offer. Hands that aren’t yours trailing Nayeon’s body weighs heavy in your stomach. This person can’t be offering this to her. What if she says yes? You fixate on the screen as the chat bubble pops up.

“I really do appreciate that but I don’t think that y/n would want me to stay with you.”

“A little too late, no?” You say out loud annoyed that she’s trying to assert a boundary with this person. Knowing full well it already happened.

“So she knows now? When you said you got into an argument, I didn’t think it was about that…”

You grit your teeth. You hear your jaw crack under the pressure as your eyes widen, seeing the acknowledgement of the deed with your own eyes. It has your sights on red.

“Yes. I know now.” You type into the virtual keyboard hitting send immediately and tossing the ipad to the side. For a brief second, silence fills the room. No notifications, no pinging of text tones. Just pure silence.

You stand up hastily, leaving your electronics behind, not wanting another text notification or phone call. Grabbing your keys and wallet before walking out the door. You’ve got a meeting to get to.

-

You hop into the driver's seat and put your car in reverse and pull out of the parking spot and into the road. The tires are recklessly screeching behind you as you swerve through traffic

. You run through the red lights like they’re nothing. Not even blinking as you speed onto the freeway in silence. You know exactly where the meeting is and you plan on being present for it.

You get off on the exit, and pull up to the JYP building, parking in Nayeon’s spot knowing she wasn’t going to be in today. You rip the keys from the ignition, hear the scrape of the metal as you push the car door open and slam it behind you.

The fresh rage in your body physically manifests as you speed walk through the cold air, steam rising from your arms as you start to walk through the side entrance close to the elevators.

As you walk past the security guard. He stands to greet you and informs you that Nayeon isn’t in today. You look at him and he sees the absolute fury in your eyes, “Carry on, Y/n” and seats immediately back at the desk.

You return to your pace, reaching the elevator and slamming the “Up” button with your hands, probably too hard as it starts the woman also waiting.

You cross your arms; heart racing with your jaw and fists clenched, leaving the taste of copper in your mouth and indents in your palms as you “patiently” wait for the elevator to come down to pick you up.

You hear the ringing and snap your head up to see none other than Park Jihyo standing inside, about to get off when your eyes connect. Her smile fades quickly when she realizes what’s about to happen.

She tried to take a step out and greet you, but you put your hand on her shoulder and shove her lightly back into the elevator. The woman you previously startled hesitates so come in.

“Would you mind taking the next one?” You hiss at her. You don’t wait for an answer, hitting the button for floor 7, and turning to face the doors as they close.

The lights are bright and threatening as you ascend up. You count the floors as they pass, Jihyo silent behind you nervously playing with her hands when you reach out and hit the “Stop” button.

The elevator grinds to a halt between floors. You turn around to face Jihyo, eyebrows creased and lean against the walls of the 6ft wide box.

“When were you planning on telling me, Hyo?” You spit at her loudly. Your hands rise to pinch the bridge of your nose. She flinched at the tone and volume of your voice.

You weren’t going to hurt her, she knew that. She’s just never seen you like this before. She takes in your demeanor and slowly runs her eyes up your body taking note of your unkempt clothes, the bags under your eyes, and lack of jacket.

“Did you speed here after seeing that conversation?” She quizzically inquired while tilting her head at you. You roll your eyes, uninterested in the question. You feel like she’s challenging you, even if it is innocent.

“Here’s what we are going to do.” Firmly enunciating your words as they sputter out of your mouth.

“I’m going to ask you the questions and you are either going to answer them or we are going to be in this elevator for a very long time.”

Jihyo nods her head, understanding that this isn’t the time for her to try to ease the tension with playful banter. She does pity you though, knowing that she was part of the cause makes her eye shift to the floor as she begins to speak. Her empathy is losing its meaning in your apathy.

“Listen Y/n, I know that this is a lot and I can’t imagine what you are going through and feeling right now. I need you to know that it was a one time thing and it has never happened again. We were both drunk out of our minds.”

She lifted her head up to try to sneak a look at your face. She sees your eyes spilling over and winces. She hates this just as much as you do but you’re unsure of if it’s because the conversation is emotionally charged or just uncomfortable.

“It was a stupid mistake. We were going to tell you but we were trying to avoid this. It was years ago. I didn’t even know she was seeing someone until she told me the morning after. She was inconsolable. She was so scared to lose you that she couldn’t stop crying and shaking…I wrote her that note and stuck it in her wallet the night of thinking it would be funny to wake up too. I thought she would’ve thrown it away by now.” Jihyo sighed heavily, searching your face for signs that you were absorbing her story.

“I can tell you this much. I’ve never seen Nayeon look at anyone the way she looks at you. The way her eyes light up when she talks about you is something other people dream about when they think of love.”

You choke on your emotions. Dropping your angry mask to reveal the truth behind your eyes. Suffering. You squat down and hold your knees to your chest as you sob. Jihyo quickly follows, placing a hand on your back trying to console you.

Once you have some semblance of calm, Jihyo speaks again. “Do you remember the night that I called you from Nayeon's phone?” Hyo smiles at the memory. It lives happily in her brain too

. “I didn’t know how into you she was until she started crying about missing you…and when you got to my house and she almost tackled you in the snow, it only solidified how important you are to her. It was my idea not to say anything…”

You glare at her waiting for her to finish.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I really am. I just didn’t want to shatter something that was just starting. Look at the beautiful relationship you’ve built with her. I could tell when I saw you both together that you were meant for each other. I felt bad for it then and I feel even worse about it now.”

You feel yourself melting into sadness, once more. A heavy breath leaves your mouth when you realize you were so wrapped up in what was happening that you forgot you were in a stopped elevator.

You calmly stand and brush yourself off. You hit the stop button again and the elevator groans to the 7th floor. The doors open and a few people file in, not realizing the emotionally charged conversation that had just taken place, though you’re sure it’s displayed across your face.

A man in a suit pressed the “Ground level” button and the elevator descended to the lobby.

Once the doors open, you swiftly walk past security. Trying to leave behind the anger fueled attempt at a conversation, even if you didn’t say much.

The friendship you developed with Jihyo allowed her to know exactly what to say so keep you calm despite that being the first appearance of your unadulterated anger.

You leave JYP through the front doors, and start walking down the sidewalk through the rain. “Where are you going?” You hear Jihyo shout from the front of the building. You don’t even turn around, you just keep walking.

You find yourself in a park by a river and sit down on the wet bench. The light drizzle that threatened rain all day opened up and washed over your skin.

You should’ve brought a jacket, you think as you let the cool drops land on your back completely soaking you. You reach in your pocket, forgetting that your phone is at home.

The words “Missing something?” Unearths itself out of the rain with a black umbrella and sits next to you on the bench, shielding you from the downpour. “Didn’t want to be bothered by the constant ringing?” You sit in silence not wanting to interact with Jihyo.

She knows you well. You’ve been around each other for long enough to pick up on the little things. You roll your eyes wishing it wasn’t someone who could reflect you back to yourself. “Look, I know this is overwhelmin-“

“No, you don’t” cutting her off with a tone that could dissolve the strongest on metals.

Your face contorted with exasperation as you spew out the words, “You have NO idea what it’s like to look at the person you’ve spent the last 3 years with and question whether or not they are who they say. You don’t know what it’s like for that same partner to hide things behind your back with someone you consider family. Please tell me about a time you’ve experienced this level of betrayal, Hyo. You’ve got no clue what I’ve been struggling with these past few days and don’t you dare say that you have!”

Your words were harsh and she accepted them.

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” She calmly states while holding eye contact with you.

You're more upset that she’s so polished in her responses. You maintain your angry demeanor turning to face the river in front of you.

The rain continues to fall as you sit in silence, Jihyo just sitting next to you waiting for you to speak.

“Why are you still here?” Annoyed at her presence.

“Because I’ve made you upset with my actions and you’re my friend.” The emotional whiplash your body is projecting is infuriating. Overwhelmed by the notion that two things could be true at once. On one hand, you’re livid with Jihyo and Nayeon. On the other, you respect the accountability of the person in front of you, even if it only instills anger in you further.

She’s sat here in silence with you, in the middle of a thunderstorm only to be yelled at.

“If I would have known this was the result of keeping it a secret, I would’ve told you years ago. I wouldn’t have convinced Nayeon not to say anything. Hell, I barely remember any of it, neither of us do. I really am sorry.”

Her words make you think about Nayeon. If she didn’t remember…if she wanted to tell you.

Nayeon had never broken your trust before. She was always honest, even overly honest. She would answer anything you asked her. You had trusted her with every detail of your life.

Every scar that ever calloused over your heart was shown to her. Whenever they started to ache again, she would kiss the wounds and soothe you. You crave that same comfort now, undecided if you are going to go and get it, reeling at the potential falsehood of it all.

Jihyo watched the cogs move in your head as you sorted through the information and filed it away where it belonged.

She stands up and looks over, “do you want a ride back to your car? The rain is only going to get worse from here.” You nod your head yes and walk back to the car, getting in the passenger side. You sit in silence the 4 minute drive back.

Your stomach starts to growl as you approach the JYP building. You wished you brought your phone with you so you could order something and have it be at the house by the time you got there.

“If you ever want to talk, please know I’m here for you” she says as you get out of the car in silence and close the door behind you.

You ended up stopping at a local cafe to get something to go. The girl behind the counter widening her eyes as she watches you walk in, absolutely drenched. You ordered your usual sandwich.

“Anything else?” The girl behind the register asks, still looking at you like you’ve got something on your face other than rain and tears.

“Yeah, actually. Can I get that one salad you guys have with the apples in it? I’m not really sure what it’s called.” You only know it by “Nayeon’s favorite”.

The girl rolls her eyes and punches in the order. You pay for it, and twiddle with your thumbs while you wait.

Pulling up to the apartment felt different this time. No people waiting for Nayeon outside, no cars blocking you from making a swift escape into the building. You wonder if she’s home yet as you get into the elevator.

The kitchen is lit up upon entry. You left all the lights on. Phone and ipad are still on the love seat but the sectional is occupied by a sleeping Nayeon.

She’s wrapped in the blanket you’ve been using and laying on your pillow. You quietly walk in and place the food on the counter and quickly step into the bedroom. You let out a light sigh, and decide it’s time you take a shower. Feeling grimey from the rain.

You emerge from the bedroom in sweatpants and a cropped tank top, hair still wet. You tie it up into a bun and quietly pull plates down from the cabinets.

You glance over to see Nayeon still asleep and notice that her phone is in her hands. She’s probably waiting to hear from you. Plating the take out, you quietly bring the dishes over to the living room and place them lightly on the coffee table.

You return to the kitchen and grab another bottle of wine from the refrigerator and a set of glasses. You pop the bottle open, and freeze as you hear a shift coming from the couch.

You don’t look back at the sound. Continuing pouring the wine into the glasses you had already set out. You hear a light gasp as she notices the food on the table. You hear the smile in it and fight back the upward pull of your lips.

Anxiety sets in as you remember what you’re walking into. You feel your fingers locking up as you reach for cutlery. It rattles in the drawer, drawing Nayeon’s attention. She stills as she feels her brain turn on, remembering what had happened hours beforehand.

Picking up the glasses and bringing them to the table, her eyes follow your every move. You place a glass down in front of her and hand her silverware. “Eat.”

She’s moving very cautiously through this unnavigated territory. Not only in the sense of “walking on eggshells” even her usually fluid movements were slow and strategized.

You take the sight of her in as you pick at your food. It looks like the nap she took was the first ounce of sleep she’s had in days. Eyes bloodshot and half lidded as she chews. She sets her fork down, takes a large sip of the wine and looks down at the floor.

“...Y/n…” she briefly looks up to see you already present and focused on her. You’re waiting for your explanation that she owes you.Her eyes return to the food in front of her to avoid adding discomfort to herself.

Her face beams a shade of red as her eyes close. It twists in a way you’ve seen many times before and she tries to hold it all together. Pools of tears start to collect and shed as she continues. Her words muffled underneath a thick layer of guilt.

“I made a mistake, a really bad one, at the very beginning of our relationship.” You wince at the sound of her voice cracking. The sharp edged subject matter slicing at you in the same way finding that note did.

“I need you to know that I do not remember any of it. I was that drunk and so was Jihyo.” Another twist of the knife in your chest. You remember to breathe and continue listening.

“Nothing has happened since, and nothing like this would ever happen again. I wanted to tell you but the person I was then and the person I am now are two completely different people. Even that version of myself would never dream of hurting you in such a way. I allowed myself to be convinced that not telling you was better than you leaving. Please understand that I would do anything to remove this from my past…our past.”

It all becomes too much as you shoot up from your seat and bring your plate to the kitchen and put it in the sink. Faucet on, you scrub the plate like it’s caked in dirt. Nayeon, who is still in the living room, stands up and follows you to the sink.

She’s sniffling behind you, covering her mouth with the sleeve of your sweater she was wearing. You tilt your head to face her, taking in the pure shame she was already putting herself through for the act that she committed. You turn the faucet off and dry your hands with the towel hanging on the oven’s handle while turning to fully face her.

You pitch the bridge of your nose trying not to break again. Wide eyes looking at you, studying your body language trying to determine what you’ll say…if you’ll say anything. She can see the stress emanating from you

“Please say something.” She breathes, reaching out to touch your shoulder in hopes to bring you back to the present. Hoping it’ll keep you from emotionally shutting down.

It sends a shock to your nervous system, almost jumping out of your skin as the soft familiar hand glides down your arm to your hand where she leaves it.

“I don’t know what to say, Nayeon.” You are battling yourself. You are both angry and so in love with this beautiful human in front of you. Even with tears in her eyes, she was magic to you. Effortlessly, stunning even in the face of fear.

You are endlessly baffled by the mistake made because she’s always been so attentive, so patient, so tender and caring that even her admitting it to your face felt like a lie. You know that’s not who she is, right? Wrong. You don’t know anything for certain. Logic and emotion argue as you stand there silently. Trying to figure out where to go next.

She reaches out and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, the other hand still in yours and tears still falling. You don’t want to let go of her hand, but you don’t want to tighten your hold on it either.

She’s patiently watching your eyes as they animate the war in your head. The two sides were fighting and you were standing on the fence of the choice you had to make. You ponder what life would be like without her and what life was like with her. Do all of those amazing moments count for nothing? Were they a waste of time?

You take a deep breath and look Nayeon right in the eyes. She feels almost violated by how deeply you are looking into her.

“I am devastated.” Your shoulders are feeling slightly lighter as you continue.

“I can’t believe you did this and didn’t tell me. For our entire relationship to be built on this foundation absolutely shatters me and everything we’ve ever built together. I feel like I don’t know who you are.”

The last sentence knocks the wind out of her. She’s gasping for air and holding back sobs.

“I just never expected this from you…” you said shakily while you watched her try to collect herself.

You rotate and sit down on the floor, sliding your back down the flat doors of your cabinets. She follows but on the other side, feet between yours. Trying to muffle the cries because she can’t bear the fact that she has caused this damage.

You feel the exhaustion take over. Your physical body has been tensing to hold the weight of the situation for days now. You yawn, Nayeon regulates her breath as you try to gain the energy to continue the conversation.

She stands up and lays her hand out for you, wordlessly. She doesn’t let go of it as she leads you to your shared bedroom, a bed left untouched sits right in the middle.

You are thinking about how great sleeping in your bed will feel after being on the couch for days. She’s out of the room as quickly as she brought you here.

You start to feel warm under your clothes. You remove them and fling them into a corner. Crawling under the comforter and settling in.

Nayeon returns, your pillow in hand. She notices you’re missing your tank top and shifts her eyes down out of respect. Not knowing if you wanted her to see you this way anymore.

She bends down and unplugs her phone charger and grabs her pillow. “I’ll sleep on the couch, I know how your back gets. Please get some rest.” She kneels on the bed for a second and leans in but hesitates.

Was it her place to kiss your forehead still? She took the risk and quickly walked out of the room.

-

You lay in bed for what feels like hours. Uncomfortably tossing and turning in the lonely sheets. You open your eyes and stare at the ceiling, getting lost in the patterns of the texture.

Exhaustion is no match for your mind and you really don’t want to be in this bed alone right now. You sit up, comforter falling to reveal your chest.

You think about how Nayeon is on the couch by herself right now. Probably overthinking everything and stressing herself out, no sleep in sight. In a moment of weakness, you stand up and saunter into the living room.

She lay splayed out in the sectional, phone in hand scrolling mindlessly in the warm light. A useless distraction, you were all that filled her mind.

You take note that she removed the sweater and was only in a sports bra now. You can’t help but daydream about how her skin feels on yours.

She notices you standing in the doorway, arms crossed, holding yourself. She looks away from her phone to acknowledge your presence, locking it and laying it on her chest.

“Having trouble sleeping too?” You nod and bite the inside of your cheek.

You take the risk, slowly wandering to the front of the sectional and climbing into the blanket with her. She’s surprised by the action but lifts the blanket so you can get comfortable, making sure you're covered.

“You’re so cold” she whispers as you press your face into her neck and wrap your arms around her causing her to shiver. You don’t have the same compulsion of not wanting her to touch you. She feels like Nayeon. She feels like home.

She starts tracing patterns on your shoulder as she leans her face on the top of your head. Both silently enjoy each other's comfort as you drift off to sleep.

-

Awoken by the sound of humming in the kitchen, you smile before you even open your eyes. You know what’s happening before you are even half awake.

You’re still wrapped in the soft blanket on the sectional taking up more space that you originally were now that the other person was up and about.

“Shit.” A whispered voice rings through the apartment.

“Too much creamer again?” You slyly say from the couch. You hear her jump, she must’ve not realized you were awake.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, ba-“ she stops herself from saying the pet name, not knowing what the boundaries were anymore.

“You didn’t wake me. I should be the one apologizing, I was the one who scared you.” You chuckle, getting up and stretching before throwing on the sweater, laid across the couch’s back, to cover up a little before you start your morning rituals.

When you turn around you see her cheeks fill with red. “You okay?” You ask her, grabbing the black mug, taking a sip.

“I think so…” she says slowly, unsure of her next step. “I think I just want to know what the next step is…for us.”

Her eyes flicker to your face waiting for a response. You start to walk over to the bedroom.

“Well, we usually shower next, have you forgotten our routine already? It was only a couple of days” Trying to make light of the situation.

She giggles “you know what I mean…I just need to know if I can mend this. To fix this. Falling asleep with you last night was the calmest I’ve felt… ” You interrupt her before she can cloud your brain with sweet things. She always knew how to break you with that.

“I’m still angry that you hid it from me” stoically expressing the truth. Both truths.

“But I love you.” She smiles, hopeful of what’s to come, walking towards you with her arms out. Wrapping them around your neck and pulling you in for a soft peck.

After a few more quick kisses, foreheads connected as her arms slid down to your waist.

“But I need to make it very clear that I cannot do this again. So if you’re hiding anything else, please tell me now.”

She cups your face in her hands and brings you in for a long kiss that makes you a little weak in the knees. “I’ll never hide anything from you again. Ever.”

“Good, will you start the shower then?”

She happily skips into the bathroom.

You start to pick out what clothes you’re wearing for the day when you hear a phone vibrate in the kitchen. Walking over to the counter and picking up the closest phone to see which one it was. It’s Nayeon’s phone with a message from Jihyo.

Your face drops as you read “Did she believe you or do we actually need to stop seeing each other?”

Take Me Back to Eden - Ascensionism - Part 4

[hyperlexichypatia]

I wanted to return to my thoughts about Ted Lasso, besides that it's Bluey for adults, because I think it's really ripe for a Mad liberation analysis. Now, obviously, Ted Lasso is not a psychiatric abolitionist text. Not by a long shot. But I did find it interesting and surprising that the show featured the combination of so much emotional openness and so little psychiatry. I think the next time I get questions like "What do you MEAN you want a respectful relationship, not a 'healthy' one?" or "How can people get support for emotional distress outside the psychiatric paradigm?" or "How can I, a writer, depict characters having open emotional communication without therapy speak?" I might just refer them to Ted Lasso.

There is so refreshingly little therapy speak in this show, and a major plot point in one of the seasons is the characters going to therapy. The therapist becomes a major character. And yet.

Like. This show is not critical of psychiatry. It does not deconstruct psychiatry. There's just such a refreshing near-absence of psychiatry during plot points where pretty much any other major media property of the past decade would invoke psychiatric concepts.

There's a recurring plot element where a group of men form a collaborative to discuss their feelings and relationships and exchange advice, and at no point does this devolve into therapyspeak or pathologization. People just... talk about their feelings and relationships... using adjectives... that aren't diagnostic categories... or coined by psychologists!

People discuss whether another character's partner is bad for him... without using the words "toxic" or "codependent"??

I don't think they mention even one single neurotransmitter across three seasons????

The only references to "the brain" are in the literal context of concussions and head injuries??

Characters do things that pop-psych-culture would call "coping mechanisms," but they're not called that in universe??

A middle aged woman ends up on a blind date with a 21-year-old man, and she panickedly jokes about it being "pedophilia" and "grooming," but that's clearly in-universe depicted as a joke and not supported by the narrative itself? The narrative itself clearly treats the young adult man as an adult with agency??

In fact, there are multiple characters in their early 20s who are basically treated by the narrative as adults with agency? There's one young man who might be described as "immature," and that's depicted as a character flaw he has to work on?

A woman has a sex tape leaked and is victim-blamed for it (and the narrative comes down very hard on the "She did nothing wrong, the victim blaming is the wrong part" side!), but at no point does anyone cite "dopamine," "low self-esteem," "mental illness," or "trauma" as an explanation of her sexual choices?? In fact a woman is just allowed to be openly horny and sexual without the narrative pathologizing her????

In the entire season arc! About characters going to therapy! About the main character overcoming his reluctance to go to therapy! The narrative still doesn't actually depict therapy as morally obligatory! The phrase "Doing the right thing" in re: therapy isn't used once! Now, this is undercut at the very end, when the main character admonishes his mother with a list of her failings as a parent, and he includes "not getting help." You were so close. You made it three seasons without therapy-as-obligation, and then you did that. And sure, there are a few examples of therapy-speak sprinkled throughout.

But. Like. The experience of watching this show bordered on surreal for me, because I kept expecting "Oh, here comes the neurobullshit" and then it just didn't happen.

[late-to-the-party-81]

Love, Lies & Electricity - Chapter 5

AN: Hello all! It’s time for Week 9 of @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer and the end of this story. If you’ve enjoyed it, then please feel free to leave comments or replies on chapters or send me asks about these two 😀. Catch up on the previous part here.

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Challenges and Bingos: HBS week 9 - Free Week - Optional prompt of W - Wet

Summary: Now recovering mentally from everything that happened, you wonder if you should let Bucky back into your life.

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Reader

Word Count: 2k

CW: Hand-wavy science, Flashbacks, Bucky being charming, hopeful ending, fluff

It had been two months since you’d left the compound. Two months since you’d last seen Bucky. Three months since that ill-fated mission. It seemed strange, but slowly life was returning to some semblance of normal for you. You’d managed to get a little cash-in-hand job at a local diner to keep you busy and you were seeing a therapist that had been recommended by Dr Cho - one who you could be honest with without making any state secrets public.

One of the best things to have come out of the whole debacle was your new friendships. When you got a text one day from an unknown number it hadn’t taken you long to work out it was Yelena - you weren’t surprised that she’d managed to get hold of you. She and Kate had come to hang out with you a couple of times and it was both hilarious and uncomplicated. The girlfriends were so cute together even if they were opposite in many ways, but when Yelena smiled indulgently at her hyperactive partner, it made you believe in love again.

You also couldn’t deny you’d been thinking about Bucky. A lot. How could you not, given what he’d said before you left? You now understood why he hadn’t argued back with you when you’d confronted him - you’d been so full of hurt and anger there’s no way you would have believed him. Him walking away had been his way of giving you space.

You wondered if it was too late - whether you’d thrown it all away? So many times you’d held your phone in your hand, worrying your lip between your teeth, flip-flopping on a decision. However, on this sunny afternoon as you walked out of your therapist's office, the decision seemed clear. With one tap you unblocked his number and fired off a short text.

Y: Hey

You’d noticed the guy at the other table watching you for some time as you sat in your corner booth of the cafe, sipping your latte and reading your book. He probably thought he was being subtle, but he obviously had some kind of staring problem.

You wondered what he wanted. Also, there was something familiar about him, but you couldn’t place it, although you were certain he wasn’t one of them. You were good at identifying the ones who wanted to capture you - hurt you. There’d been a few over the past decade or so who’d tried - and failed - and this intense guy wasn’t one of them.

Observing him from your peripheral vision, you clocked how, once or twice, he looked as though he was about to get up and approach you, but then changed his mind. Additionally, he’d been nursing a glass of water for almost the full hour he’d been here and was on the receiving end of frustrated side-eye glances from the barista. Enough was enough.

Never one to be called a shrinking violet, even in your childhood, you shut your book with a hard snap, placing it in your bag. As you stood and eased your way out of your seat, Staring Man redirected his gaze down to his phone, scrolling down the screen in a manner that was overly nonchalant. Either he was the world’s worst stalker or he was being purposefully obvious. You had a feeling it was the latter.

The chair opposite him screeched across the floor as you pulled it out and sat down. He looked up at you as you extended your hand across the table, your own name falling from your lips. “Although I’m guessing you already know that,” you added. He had the good grace to look embarrassed - turning a very pretty shade of pink - and you guessed it was because you had been the one to actually initiate contact. He clasped your hand in his own and you noticed how his right hand was bare, but his left still had a glove on.

“I’m James,” he said. “James Barnes. Bucky.”

Oh, you thought, you mind recalling his name from news articles you’d seen. Now it all made sense - why he was here, why he looked familiar, and why he had one glove still on. You settled further into your seat. “So are you the spokesperson for the Hydra Weapon Rehabilitation Program?” 

His lips turned up at the edges. “Not quite, but something like that. We found details of your ‘time’ with Hydra, what they did to you, etcetera, and I thought that maybe I ought to reach out. Offer you the opportunity to talk to someone who can really understand. Friendship too, if you want. Kinda difficult to find someone with shared life experience.” He chuckled ruefully and plucked at a loose thread on his glove. 

You tilted your head to the side, thinking. Even before Hydra you’d been a loner, finding it difficult to make and keep friends. However, ever since your escape, you’d actually felt alone. Isolated. It might be nice to have someone to talk to in the middle of the night when the nightmares seemed all too real.

“That sounds… nice, Bucky. Maybe we could talk more?”

“Yeah?” he said with a raised brow and a charming smile.

You chuckled. “Yeah. However, you are gonna make up for your table hogging by buying me another latte, a grilled cheese sandwich, and a cake.”

His smile widened and it was as though the sun was lighting up the whole room. “Am I?”

“You are! That poor barista has been shooting you daggers for the last half hour.” 

It was his turn to laugh. “I did wonder why I was getting that itch between my shoulder blades. But it was worth it, to make a new friend.”

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you called out that you were taking your break as you made your way through the back door of the diner. It was a text from Bucky - a silly meme of a white cat - and you smiled as you looked at it.

Since you’d reached out to him a few weeks ago, the pair of you had been texting most days, mostly innocuous stuff about annoying diner customers on your part, and Sam being a jerk on Bucky’s. Sometimes there was the odd response that could’ve been taken as flirtation and it felt good. Comfortable.

You sent back a laughing emoji and almost immediately another text came through.

B: Hey, I’m gonna be in the city tomorrow - got a meeting with Pepper. Was wondering if you wanted to meet for a drink. Maybe some food? If you want?

You started down at the message, your lower lip pulled between your teeth. You’d already taken one Bucky-related plunge recently - what was one more?

Y: I’d like that.

You laughed around your mouthful of dimsum, having to take a swig of your beer to wash it down, as Bucky finished his impersonation of Sam. The whole evening, since you’d met Bucky outside a bar just down from the diner you worked at, had been nice. It felt natural and easy, almost as though your break-up and the following months had never happened. It would be even easier to succumb to the idea - you were fairly certain that Bucky wanted to pick up from where you’d left off, but you weren’t certain that diving straight back in would be the best idea. That was even if you were interested, which again you weren’t certain you were.

When the meal was finished, both of you so full you thought the servers were going to have to roll the pair of you out the door, Bucky only put up a token resistance at you paying your half. You couldn’t help but flash him a cheeky smile in response to the eye roll he gave you when you pulled a handful of bills from your pocket - he knew it wasn’t worth pushing you on it. He’d told you before that you were too stubborn, much like someone else he knew.

As you go to the door, Bucky couldn’t rein back his gentlemanly instincts any more and opened it for you. However, as he peered out his expression changed from charming to concerned. It was raining and neither of you had an umbrella.

“Don’t worry, Buck,” you soothed with an enigmatic smile. “I got this.” You looped your right arm through the crook of his left, feeling the firmness of the vibranium through the leather of his jacket and let your power flow. You giggled at the way Bucky blinked as he was enclosed within your bubble. “Just stay close, or you’ll get wet,” you cautioned and walked out into the night, a supersoldier at your side.

Bucky was unusually quiet as you made your way down the sidewalk, although at one point he reached out with free hand to the edge of your barely visible forcefield. Only a small jerk let you know that he was affected by the small shock as his hand passed through it. When he pulled it back his glove was wet.

“Whatcha thinking, Buck?” you asked.

“Was wondering how you are able to do this now, when you couldn’t…you know… then?”

You rolled your eyes, but kept smiling. “Because I had time to do it. If I can put it in place before I get wet then I won’t get wet and have my powers shorted out. Hydra were well aware of that.”

“But what if you’re out and it just suddenly starts raining?” Bucky’s brow was drawn together in puzzlement.

“Well the odd splash or drop of rain doesn’t stop it working - normally I can shield myself before I get wet enough for it to affect my powers. I have been caught out on the odd occasion though.”

“Huh,” was Bucky’s response, before he lapsed back into silence again. It was companionable though and the pair of you strolled through the city, towards your apartment.

When you reached the door, you turned to each other, your grip naturally shifting from his inner elbow to his hand. His fingers curled around yours and it was clear that neither of you were ready to say goodbye yet. You felt your heart flutter in your chest.

You tip your head to look up at him and see the small smile on his face echoed in his misty blue eyes. It was second-nature to reach up and brush back an errant lock of his hair.

“This was nice,” he said and you hummed in agreement and watched the pretty pink blush take over his cheeks. “M-maybe we can do it again? Next time I’m in town?”

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you replied and shifted your hand so that your fingers were interlinked with his. 

You both fell silent again and your gaze fell to your linked hands and how Bucky’s thumb was rubbing up and down the edge of your pointer finger. When he spoke again, it made you jump. “I suppose I’d best be going. Let you get some sleep.” He stepped back, body half in and half out of your protection and the rain started to splatter down his back. 

Before you could think it through, you tugged on your joined hands, pulling him back toward you. Then, standing up on your toes you pressed your lips to his. Bucky froze for a second before his right hand came up and cupped your face. 

Your joined lips moved slowly against each other, soft and tender, and when he broke away you looked back at him with your breath caught in your throat. “I hope you’re back in town soon, Buck,” you said with uncharacteristic shyness in your voice.

Still smiling at you, Bucky slowly backed away, holding your hand for as long as he could until the distance forced him to relinquish it. Now fully outside your forcefield, the rain started to plaster his hair to his face, reminiscent of that night over three months ago.

“You know what? I think I have something I need to do here in two days, anyway.” His smile broadened into a grin. “Maybe we can catch up again?”

“Maybe we can,” you replied with an answering smile.

“Take care, Doll.”

“You too, Sergeant.”

With a final, cheeky wink, Bucky flipped up his collar and turned away, jamming his hands in his pockets. You watched him until he was just a small shadow in the night before heading inside, your heart light and hopeful.

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[bloodstainedbible]

NAME?: Monique, but please feel free to call me Mo! It’s short, simple, and what most people go with.

PRONOUNS?: She/They. I’m comfortable with both, so use whichever feels natural!

MOST ACTIVE MUSES?: I honestly have too many to list in one go, so I’ll link them for easy reference! Each one holds a special place in my heart, and I love diving into their unique personalities and stories. I tend to jump between muses depending on my mood or the type of story I’m craving at the time, so if you see one that catches your eye, let me know!

EXPERIENCE/HOW MANY YEARS?: I’ve been roleplaying for about 13 years, but it could be a bit more—it’s hard to pinpoint exactly when it all started because it’s been such a big part of my life for so long. Over the years, I’ve explored so many different characters, genres, and dynamics, and it’s been amazing to grow as a writer alongside my muses. Each year has taught me something new, whether it’s about storytelling, collaboration, or even myself.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: Honestly, I love all three and think they each bring something unique to a story. Fluff gives those warm, feel-good moments that make you smile; smut can be incredibly intimate and revealing about a character’s deeper emotions. But if I had to choose, angst is my ultimate favorite. There’s something so compelling about exploring pain, conflict, and raw emotion. It’s where characters really shine and where relationships are tested and grow. It’s messy, dramatic, and powerful, and I’m always here for it.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: I’m all about long replies! I love taking the time to dive into a character’s thoughts, emotions, and the details of a scene. For me, longer replies allow for a deeper connection between the muses and a richer story overall. Short replies often feel a little too abrupt, unless we’re doing something like text threads or rapid-fire dialogue. But if we’re building a scene? Let’s go all in and really paint a picture together.

PET PEEVES?: One of my biggest pet peeves is when things feel one-sided. If we’re plotting or writing together, I really appreciate when my partner is just as invested as I am. When someone doesn’t contribute to plotting or leaves all the decisions up to me with phrases like “whatever you want” or “it’s up to you,” it makes me feel like they’re not really interested in the interaction. It’s discouraging and can make the whole experience feel draining. I totally understand that life gets busy and things happen, but if you’re not into the story or dynamic, just let me know! I value honesty over silence or minimal effort.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE?: In some ways, yes, but in others, not at all. My muses often reflect certain aspects of me—whether it’s traits I admire, experiences I’ve had, or emotions I relate to—but they’re still their own people. Sometimes they represent parts of me I’ve outgrown, or they explore things I’ve never experienced but want to understand better. I think there’s always a little piece of the writer in their muse, but my characters also take on lives of their own, and I love that about them.

TIME TO WRITE?: My most productive writing time is usually between 2 PM and 8 PM. That’s when I’m most focused, and it’s easier for me to really dive into my muses and give our threads the attention they deserve. I love having that dedicated time to immerse myself in the stories we’re building, but I also try to stay flexible if inspiration strikes outside of those hours. When I’m not writing, I’m probably thinking about my muses or brainstorming ideas, so the creative wheels are always turning!

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[paintedscales]

FFXIV Write 2024 :: Day Eight

Prompt: You choose (Glass) Characters: Nomin tal Kheeriin, Esenaij Sagahl, Teiamon Word Count: 721 Notes + Warnings: Digimon AU; actually very personal experience with cancer protected onto character.

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Light. Woozy. Spinning.

A girl, no older than sixteen, trudged from her bed. Every step was heavy, strained, and felt like a chore -- like there were weights attached to her ankles that tried to drag her down to the ground. Her shoulders weighed heavy, as if she were stuck carrying her school bag packed with books and texts required for her classes. Her bones ached and cried with any weight -- real or not -- set upon them.

“... Teia…Teiamon…” the girl weakly called out. Her vision was sensitive and blurry, the light filtering in through the blinds painfully spearing through her retinas like hot skewers. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes -- a combination of pain and fear as she took another step and buckled, falling to the floor.

She stared in whatever direction her head decided to be pointed in when she fell, pain wracking her body. Her bones felt like they were made of glass at that point: fracturing, splitting, breaking into shards. It took everything not to simply wail out for help. And so she sobbed quietly, cursing this feeling of not being able to do anything.

No…it was not simply a feeling. She could not do anything. Not with how even trying to push herself back up into a sitting position made those fractures feel like they cracked even further into her bones. She was like a doll made of porcelain, pushed from the shelf and now cracked against the floor, pieces threatening to break even further and even fall apart at the slightest movement.

“Nomin, did you call for m--” Teiamon had pushed open the door to the bedroom, pausing in her words when she saw her Digidestined partner laying there on the ground, shivering as she cried. Eyes widening, Teiamon dove down to the ground, her wings splayed out and alert as she tried nuzzling against Nomin’s shoulder, trying anything to bring comfort to her.

A flood of questions that Nomin could barely even process fell from Teiamon: “Are you okay? What happened? What can I do? Should I get Esenaij or Bayarmaa? Both?”

“Hos…hospi..tal…” Nomin managed, her voice barely even feeling like her own at that moment. Choking between keeping her voice stable and wanting to just let it all out, Nomin fought to get out the rest of her plea: “Tell…my siblings…I need to get to…to a…to a hospital… I can’t get up…”

Everything was so vivid, even in that state of delirium. Teiamon leaving felt like it took hours for one of her siblings to even arrive. The first was Esenaij, concern etched on his face as he burst through Nomin’s bedroom door to see her sorry state. Bayarmaa’s arrival was not long after. Though their arrival and actions were vivid, their words were not.

“...er into the car!” Esenaij’s voice was drowned out by the cotton that filled Nomin’s head, making her continue to feel light and airy as she was scooped up into her brother’s arms and cradled protectively.

Crack. Crack.

No longer able to hold back, Nomin clenched her jaw and whimpered before falling into a fit of sobbing. She could recall how her angst-driven thoughts at times made her use the term of feeling broken…but nothing compared to how she felt now. How, like lightning, these invisible cracks shot through her entire body, plaguing her in these moments as Esenaij ran her downstairs, through their shop front, and out to their dingy car in the car park in the back.

“... Esenaij…” Nomin choked, tears streaming down her face as her brother settled her into the back seat of the car. She looked at him, fear evident in the way she wanted to clutch onto him like a lifeline. “Am…am I dying?”

Nomin remembered how he looked at her, uncertainty in his expression before he looked back at both Bayarmaa and Teiamon, who looked just as worried, just as scared. All before he steeled himself and shook his head while getting the seatbelt secured around Nomin.

“No…not if we can help it…” Esenaij replied, doing his best to keep his voice calm and level before moving aside and looking at Teiamon and motioning for her to get into the car as well. “She needs you,” he said to her before she fluttered on in and curled up against Nomin.

[themculibrary]

Blind Dates & Matchmakers Masterlist

150 Questions Later (ao3) - agentsimmons bruce/tony T, 3k

Summary: The Avengers take a compatibility test and each end up with a list of their Top 5 matches. It seems like a complete bust. Until it isn't.

Call Me (ao3) - listlessvirtue sam/bucky G, 6k

Summary: Sam's nephews, AJ and Cass, try to play matchmaker with their uncle and the dude with the metal arm he "totally-does-not" have a crush on.

Based on elements of TFATWS Episode 5 and 6

Coffee Spoons and Fish Fallacies (ao3) - 27dragons bucky/tony T, 3k

Summary: Harley and Peter think their dads would get along great, since both of them are uber nerrrrrds. They set up a date, and eagerly await the outcome.

don't know just how it happened (I let down my guard) (ao3) - orphan_account peter/gamora G, 1k

Summary: Gamora is convinced that nothing good ever comes of blind dates; thus, it follows that naturally, this was unexpected.

Hold Me Like a Grudge (ao3) - kiss_me_cassie clint/natasha E, 6k

Summary: It was supposed to be a one-night stand.

Instead they flirt and text and eventually fall in love. But it takes Natasha a little while to catch on to all that.

Horizontal Bodies (ao3) - Machiavelien mj/peter E, 20k

Summary: After finally agreeing to Aunt May's set-up date with her friend's niece, Peter finds himself torn after a one night stand with his dream girl—if only he can find her again.

"But Peter wasn’t interested in someone like him. He's been himself for his whole life and the jury’s still out on whether that was ever a good call in the first place. He wants the opposite of himself—someone exciting and challenging and decisive, someone who makes him feel like all those things himself. He wants Michelle."

it's a love story, baby just say yes (ao3) - KiaraSayre steve/bucky M, 1k

Summary: "Eyes on the prize, Widow: we're getting Captain America and Bucky laid, with each other. That's the op. Got it?"

loved you first (ao3) - orphan_account steve/bucky T, 3k

Summary: It’s a deal he and Sam made a long time ago, one that Steve had never really expected to have to go through with. But now, he’s been scrambling for three days to find a blind date for Sam—and he’s come up completely empty-handed.

Matchmaker, Matchmaker Make Me A Match (ao3) - Andian hinted bucky/sam G, 2k

Summary: Bucky was a good man, Yori had decided quickly. Now if he'd only take Yori's advice when it came to finding himself a nice partner.

Or: Five times Yori tried and failed to set Bucky up with somebody. And the one time he didn't.

Matchmaker Wilson (ao3) - TalkMarvelToMe steve/bucky T, 3k

Summary: Bucky signs himself and Steve up for a couples' cooking class. Steve regretfully must cancel. Sam saves the day...and lets his hidden talent as matchmaker reveal as a certain cyborg's feelings unfold.

Matchmaking Always Requires a PowerPoint Presentation (ao3) - ishipallthings steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: Clint Barton’s Guide to Being a matchmaker, featuring one flawless Powerpoint presentation, one broken coffee mug, and two (supposedly) oblivious teammates.

Opposites Attract (ao3) - pouringinsheets pre sam/bucky, steve/natasha, past sam/riley T, 1k

Summary: If Sam is going to help his friend Steve realize he's met his match, he might have to work with Bucky fucking Barnes to do it.

Unfortunately, Barnes couldn't be farther from being Sam's match. Absolutely, definitely, not.

Perfect as You Are (ao3) - Boopoopeedoo wanda/vision T, 4k

Summary: Wanda and Vision's resolve to remain just friends is tested when Tommy and Billy rope Vision into rescuing Wanda from a bad date.

Phase 1 (ao3) - FriendLey peter/tony T, 8k

Summary: After Civil War, Tony hatches a plan to get back together with Pepper. With a little help from her son, Peter.

Please. Stop. Helping (ao3) - MusicalLuna T, 1k

Summary: Natasha keeps trying to set Steve up on dates and it finally gets to be too much.

Points for Observation (ao3) - STARSdidathing loki/tony T, 1k

Summary: Thor wants to set Tony up. Unfortunately, he's not a very good matchmaker.

Poisoned Dates (ao3) - katertots steve/darcy T, 4k

Summary: She’s going to kill Tony for this.

“I need you go to some hoity-toity fundraiser dinner for me,” he’d said. “You know how much I hate those things. Get a new dress on me and enjoy the free booze,” he’d said.

Things he absolutely did not fucking say? Tonight is really a blind date.

With Steve Rogers.

Dead. Murdered. Stabbed.

Rainbows and Unicorns (ao3) - inkvoices clint/natasha T, 3k

Summary: Tired of unrequitedly pining for each other, Natasha and Clint each ask the same person to set them up on a blind date. And Sharon does set them up... with each other.

Snow Storm (ao3) - BlackWidowsHill maria/natasha, background pepper/tony T, 17k

Summary: An inconvenient snow storm leaves Maria stranded at Stark Tower until the snow clears, luckily her close friend Natasha is stuck with her.

Or, a snow storm allows Tony and Pepper to test their match making abilities.

Tony Stark and the Multidimensional Matchmaking (ao3) - ashes0909 steve/tony T, 11k

Summary: With no other plan in mind, Tony broke from the trees and headed for the castle. No one stopped him, though the kids on the other side of the lake looked up at him, waved, then returned to their game. He waved back, his hand feeling as surreal and confused as the rest of him. The castle only grew as he approached, and he lifted his head as its foreboding stone cut off the sky. The doors were nearly three stories high, but Tony pushed them open easily, far easier than he expected.

[moccahobi]

Tangled Mess: The Park

Summary: You texted Hoseok asking to meet up at the park you met at. Hoseok is nervous.

Paring: Hoseok x GN Reader, Yoongi x Jungkook

Genre: Soulmate AU, Grad School AU, Young Professional AU, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: A Breakup

Word Count: 787 words

A/N: One more wrap up! I hope you all enjoyed this series as much asI have~

Tag List: @@daisies-and-dandelionpuffs

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Hoseok looked around the park, taking in the familiar green spaces, the people resting in the sunlight, and the dogs running around. Once again, he’s at the closest park to his apartment. Normally he only spends time here when his work was extremely stressful. Long days stuck in the library made Hoseok yearn for a bit of fresh air and green. Somehow being here for a reason other than that filled him with a sense of wrongness and anxiety. For too long this place has been associated with releasing stress and exhaustion, but less stress during the semester was different than less stress during a break. 

You were late. Hoseok didn’t know why you’d texted him asking to meet here already but now you were late and that was making him more confused. You weren’t often late to things. In fact, unless something was actively delaying you, you often were waiting for Hoseok by the time he arrived. 

“Excuse me!” A child ran up to him, their eyes shy and apprehensive, and they barely looked at Hoseok. They looked anxious  and that made him feel worse, “Do you think you could take a photo of me and my dog? My mom is off somewhere and I need this photo now.”

They held out a battered phone.

Hoseok nodded slowly, taking the phone and watching the child run off to a dog by the water fountain. After taking these photos, he would ask the kid if they needed help finding their mom. The kid seemed too anxious to be here without their mom. 

After taking a few photos though, the kid ran up and grabbed the phone and ran away. Hoseok turned around calling out to the kid to make sure they were ok but quickly the words were silenced.

You were standing with a big bouquet of flowers and giving the kid a wad of money. 

“What’s happening here?” Hoseok asked as he got closer, confusion growing as the kid giggled and ran away. 

“My cousin wanted to help.” You said with a shrug, a small smile stuck on your face as you took Hoseok in. 

“Help with what?” 

You took in a deep breath, “Well… I… Gosh this is hard and I practiced it.” 

Hoseok came closer, rubbing your shoulder to try to comfort you, “You got this. There’s no rush.” 

Except Hoseok was wishing you’d spit it out. This was very nerve wracking. His fool heart was screaming at the flowers but his mind thought had no idea what this would possibly be (because it couldn’t be a confession). Why had you paid a kid to get Hoseok to take photos? Why did you have flowers? Why were you so nervous? 

“All the time I’ve known you, you’ve been so thoughtful and kind. I really… like that about you. You’re considerate of everyone and work hard to make space for them. You shine so much. And your so passionate about everything, it’s breathtaking. All this to say, I like you romantically. I know you have a crush on someone and I don’t mean to confess so that you don’t confess to them, but it was on my mind so much and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I had to tell you because otherwise I’d be full of so much regret. And these flowers are for you, you don’t have to accept them but I just felt like someone as amazing as you deserved something with a confession but Jungkook told me not to do a marching band or a banner or something too over the top.”

“You… like… me?” Hoseok asked slowly, his mind barely computing. 

You nodded, holding out the bouquet for him. 

Slowly he took it and smelled it. He’d never been given a bouquet from a romantic partner or potential romantic partner before. 

“You don’t have to respond or accept! I honestly don’t expect you to. I just had to share. I hope that you’re able to date your crush and that it’s a long lasting relationship. We might need to talk about boundaries and stuff but I don’t mind that. I want what’s best for you.” 

Hoseok looked down at their pinkies. Their hands were so close together that the string was smaller than a pen. Moving his hand closer, the string to smaller. Grabbing your hand, he watched as the string almost disappeared. 

“When Jieun said I had a crush, they were referring to you.” 

A large smile grew on your face, “Me?” 

He nodded, readjusting the bouquet and pulling you into a hug. It was awkward because he also refused to let go of your hand but it was magical to Hoseok. 

“You.”