#I've been waiting way too long for them finally acknowledging their love

[jd-205]

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[delicatereader]

No way! (part 4) - Anakin x reader

summary: you and Anakin finally give in

warnings: smut, name calling (sweetheart, baby)

a/n: guys the series is finally finished! this is my first try at like full on smut ik it's bad but I promise I'll be better in the future. If you have any requests pls do ask! lovee💞

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The party was weird, weirder than Stephen's usual ones. You and Harry were socialising but stuck together all night as planned. All of your friends were drunk, Ben was knocked out on the spot. You and Anakin were the most sober out of all of them, but you feel the drinks slowly kicking in as the party came to a conclusion. Harry and Eli said their goodbyes and left, and so did Gracie, Tay and Ethan. Ben was sleeping in Stephen's guest room. You and Anakin avoided each other, even though you caught glimpses of him staring into your soul during the festivities. Stephen had disappeared with a mystery girl in his room, so it was your responsibility to clean up.

You started to pick up used red cups next to the moonlit swimming pool as Anakin started to started to sweep up the glitter.

Suddenly you hear some thuds on the stairs, both of you turn your heads to see two girls, walking down the stairs. Their dresses and hair were messy, they carried their heels on their hands giggling. Stephen followed them with a smug grin on his face. Oh god not 3 of them!

"Hey! thanks for cleaning up"

Before you could respond he fell on the couch, falling asleep instantly. You hear Anakin's sigh turn into a laugh

"What?" you ask

"This is just great!" He shakes his head and drops the broom on the floor, bringing his hands to waist.

"What?" you repeat stepping closer to him concerned

"This!" he looks around

"We do this every party its not the first time" you reply

"No..."

"Then what?" you step closer

You could feel his breath on your skin this point, but he takes a step backwards.

"This" he waves his finger to the space between you. You step closer to him closing the gap, you know you shouldn't do this but you can't help it. You look up at him waiting for him to say something. Something, that changes you, your body, your mind, forever. He finally brings his gaze to yours, he looked genuine. Almost vulnerable.

"We can't" he says whispers still so close to you

"What if? just what if we can?" you mutter staring intensely at his lips, which were trying so hard to hold back from yours.

"Your going to regret this" he says shaking his head before bringing his lips to yours

"We'll see" you whisper whilst he you kissing passionately. His hands were intertwined in your hair and yours in his. As the kisses grew more stronger, he wraps your legs around his waist. You grab onto his shirt, suddenly your back hits a wall.

"Sorry" he mutters

"It's fine" you reply kissing his neck

"God y-you feel good"

You feel a scarlett flush invading your face, his face was already red from your kisses.

"You don't understand how long I've been wanting to-" he cuts himself off to place a kiss on your cheek

"Do-" he kisses your other cheek

"This" he's back to kissing your lips. His lips are so soft like his hands that are traveling along the exposed sides of your body. His chest was against your almost bare ones. His hands slowly reach towards the buckle of your overalls as he tries to make marks on your neck. You breath heavily under him, making sure he knows the impact he has on you.

He tilts his head back up to kiss you more. You took this as an opportunity to unbutton his shirt. Surprisingly, he helped you with it and instantly wasted no time to undo the buckle of your overalls on the other side, revealing your underwear. You start to kiss his shoulders leaving a very faint trail of light pink lipstick to his jaw

"Y/n!" he moans in desperatation

In seconds you saw your bra fall on the messy floor, but you were too busy with Anakin's neck to acknowledge it

"Why don't we go someplace more comfortable?" he laughs under his breath, carrying you to the closest empty bedroom whilst kissing you. You found his multi tasking very hot.

"God Ani! I n-need you" you whine getting comfortable in between the sheets

"Patience sweetheart" you could feel his smirk on your stomach. He slowly goes down your stomach and slides of your overalls.

"God you're so wet for me" he whispers kissing your inner thighs, just where you like it.

"Just do it" you mutter in pain

He doesn't hesitate to take your panties off to admire your entire beauty. He starts by kissing your clit slowly already causing a commotion for you. He slides his two fingers inside of you, making you lift your hips. He slowly starts to thrust them

"Oh god!"

He uses his tongue to rub the bundle of nerves slowly. He slowly picks his pace up and moans against your pussy.

"God y/n" he whimpers

"I-Im going to-" you feel yourself close to release, you spread your legs more in pleasure tilting your head up against the headboard

"Cum on my tongue baby, come on" he encourages still keep his fingers in motion.

You feel him pull out of you slowly. He brings his fingers to his mouth licking your cum.

"You taste sweet ,sweetheart" he says looking up at you with a smirk across his face

Before you could relax he takes his pants off and hovers over your body. "Ready for the real ride?" he says winking.

"Mhmm" you moan to reply

He starts kissing you again, this time harder. He bites your lower lip before he digs into your neck again. Your hands travel his back. He rubs his tip against your clit, teasing you and himself.

"Stop it Ani!" you whine wanting him in his full glory

"Ok you asked for it" he whispers slyly

"Oh you're so-" big. big that's what you were trying to say

"Just take it in" he mutters before kissing you softly

He starts to pick up a rhythm as he sees you getting more comfortable. His hands travel your chest whilst you grab his hair in desperation to hold onto something. He thrusts harder and harder

"Oh god!" you moan

All you get as a response was a whimper. He kisses your chin and moves his mouth up and down your neck. You could feel his heavy breath on you

"Oh god Ani! I'm gonna cum" you moan, pulling his hair

"Me too..." he mutters under his panting

He starts to slow down as you both finish

"That. Was. Amazing." you say under your shaking breath as he pull himself out of you and lays next to you

"I know right..." he drags with a grin on his face.

He lifts his hand and runs it through your messy hair, looking into your eyes with nothing but affection.

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[hyuuukais]

✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡ SUNSHINE AND STRAWBERRIES

pairing ☆ lee felix x fem reader

synopsis ☆ Y/N is a new streamer. after months of planning, and her best friend & now fellow streamer han jisung convincing her, she makes a twitch and youtube account. thanks to jisung giving her a shoutout to his own huge following, she gains some unexpected overnight fame. but what was more unexpected was waking up to see her long-time favourite comfort streamer _sunshine.bbokari_ following her.

warnings ☆ anxiety mention

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CHAPTER THIRTY ☆ WAIT

You met the next day at the park by your apartment.

Not a lot of people were out, though the weather was nice. There was a light breeze, causing your hair to get caught in your mouth a few times, and making it cool enough to keep wearing the sweater/sweatpants combo you'd been wearing for the last week.

There was plenty of time for you to calm your nerves before Felix showed up; you had a habit of being early. You sit on a bench by a small pond, watching the ducks with a small smile. Though nothing could fully distract you from what was about to happen.

All night, you played it through your head: Felix would show up, and before he could say anything you'd do it. You'd break up with him. And then you'd go, leaving no room for argument or objection. The plan was far from solid, but it's what you had to do.

Sudden movement beside you breaks you away from your thoughts, looking beside you to see Felix sit down on the bench next to you. He stares straight ahead, the only acknowledgement being a small nod in your direction. Your plan dissolved the second he sat down and the two of you sat in silence for the better part of an hour until you couldn't bear it any longer.

"Felix I-"

"Wait," He holds up a hand. "Just... wait."

Taking a deep breath, he turns to look at you directly. Now you could see the dark circles under his eyes, the tired expression. Your heart broke further. This past week had been hard for you, and you didn't even stop to think how hard it might have been for him.

But why would he be? You think. He's not the one desperately in love.

"If you- if you really think we should break up, then I need to tell you something." He runs a hand through his hair nervously, turning his body on the bench to face you better. "I don't want to stay friends. No- I can't stay friends."

Your lip quivered, but you stay silent, allowing him to continue. He looks away from you again, taking a shaky breath. You could almost see an internal debate in his eyes, anticipating what he'll say next.

"Y/N, I'm in love with you," He says, voice breaking just the slightest.

There it was. Confession out in the open. Felix felt relieved to had finally said it, but all you could feel was increasing anxiety.

"You- you what?"

"I understand if you don't feel the same way, since this whole relationship was supposed to be just a ruse," He lets out a half-hearted laugh, looking down at his hands, fingers playing with his rings. "In fact, maybe it's best to leave it like this. I know you don't feel the same, but I've fallen so, so hard for you Y/N, harder than I ever thought I could. I've never felt this way about anybody before and I thought maybe, just maybe, if I was the best fake boyfriend you could've asked for, you'd fall for me too. Clearly that didn't work."

He shakes his head, his lips turned down in a frown, sniffing hard and trying to prevent tears from falling. Even now, heartbroken, he still looked so beautiful.

"So I guess this is goodbye," He hesitantly makes eye contact with you, and your chest tightens. "It was good while it lasted, I hope it was for you too."

As he stands to leave, your own tears began to fall. You hadn't even noticed them building up.

Felix was getting further away and the sky grew cloudy, mimicking the feeling in your chest. He was almost out of sight when the rain began and you made your decision.

He was in love with you.

You were in love with him.

So why in the world were you breaking up?

The next few moments felt like a movie.

You run, right down to the end of the path where you found Felix walking home, grabbing his arm. He flinches at the sudden action, eyes softening just a bit when he saw it was you. Tears streaked his cheeks, mixing with the light rain, freckles shining. Thunder rumbles in the distance, but the oncoming storm was the last thing on your mind.

"Y/N-"

"I'm in love with you too."

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notes ☆ soooo that happened!!! i hate to do this, but i'm not sure when i'll be able to update next as i'll be super busy this upcoming week! but hopefully it won't be too long until the next one. tysm for all the love and support for this smau! i can't believe it's getting so close to the end... but dw!!! i have lots of other ideas for fics after this one ❤

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[spiriteddreams]

to lie, to lose

—“your faithless love’s the only hoax i believe in” Pairing: Neuvillette x Reader Warnings: self deprecating thoughts, angst, hurt/no comfort (for now) Word Count: ~1k A/N: no thoughts just angst for every character i've ever loved

in which you you watch your relationship with neuvillete fall apart day by day, bit by bit, crumbling to dust and falling through your fingers. words cut just as deep as actions and by the time you realize the extent of both your wounds, there is nothing left to do but mourn. 

you hate that you’ve let these thoughts brew in the depths of your mind for the longest time. it is those cruel whispers that remind you that at the end of the day neuvillette is the hydro dragon, the chief justice of the court of fontaine, one of the most revered men in the country, and archons where do you fit in amongst his immortality, his great achievements, his long-lasting, never-changing life. 

you cherish the memories shared and what still remains, but after years of the same routines with little to change despite your shared attempts to work it out, you feel as though fate was cruel enough to give you the card right person, wrong time, with neuvillette. 

the house you live in is cold when you enter. shaky hands go to shut the door softly, your shoulders tensing when the sound of locking the door seems to echo throughout the room. the conversation is inevitable, but after years upon years of memories, of happiness, of loving neuvillette, you still try to grasp at whatever remains. and all that is there for you to hold onto is the dust that floats around you, settling on the carpet as if trying to preserve these last moments. 

the light from the living room is on, artificial light pooling into the entrance of your home as you swallow the thickness in your throat and take each step towards a conversation you had once hoped to prolong. you search the room, eyes scanning the walls and trinkets delicately placed on shelves that haven’t been touched for archons knows how long. you search with your eyes, looking for a reason to stay. 

“you know this isn’t working anymore,” the words are heavy on your tongue but you force them out nonetheless. he sits while you stand, head low and fingers clenched. you’re not sure what hurts worse: neuvillette’s silence or the feeling of your own nails digging into your palm. both are numbing. “we’ve tried again and again but it doesn’t feel like things are changing.”

neuvillette inhales, then exhales softly. you wonder how long he’s been sitting here in this cold room, waiting for you to return. “darling, i—“ he hesitates. the silence roars.

“i don’t know how else to convince you,” neuvillette admits. 

if feels as if you’re standing on the cliffs, staring out at the endless ocean of life, memories, and restless thoughts that is neuvillette. both of your words rise and fall and you feel as you cry out, “give me a reason! please, lie if you have to, but just give me a reason!”

neuvillette is silent and he looks away, hiding the emotions you’ve learned to read on his face. you wish he’d turn to face you so you can see if his lip is trembling in the same way that yours are. you want to see if his eyes are lined with tears in the same way that yours are. you steal a glance at the darkening sky and for a moment you appreciate that neuvillette is home early for once. that is washed away when you turn back to the man in front of you. he still refuses to look at you, but when he speaks, you hear him loud and clear.

“i have, and always will, love you. and i know i’m not the best at showing it. i can only apologize for how long i have allowed you to feel stifled—“

you inhale sharply.

“—but i too, can acknowledge the distance that has grown between us,” he finally looks at you. there are no tears, no curve to his lips, just the same, empty, expression that you once admired sitting at the top of the opera epiclese. you hate that he’s blaming himself, but you know you’re guilty of the same thing, and as your pride slams at the door, begging to be let out, you turn the knob and allow it to make its exit. then you follow, apologies on your lips, empty promises of seeing one another again, knowing damn well that when you walk into work the next day, you won’t look at neuvillette the same any longer.

and neuvillette takes the fall of your relationship with grace. he sheds his tears in the privacy of his seemingly empty room before donning the facade that the public has grown to be so accustomed to. he sits in the silence and dust of a room devoid of your warmth, festering in the guilt of two people whose pride held them from speaking up. he turns away as you pack your things, ignoring the sound of drawers pulled in and pushed back in, of clothing hangers knocking against one another, and of the sound of your sniffles and choked cries that you can’t quite hold in.

you still love him. the thought plagues you, driving deeper with each personal item that you put into your bags. it's impossible not to love him, but when you've let your own thoughts and guilt drive you to the door, you have no one but yourself to blame. you hate the thought of neuvillette grieving when you pass on. so, better draw the line early, before you are truly torn from his grasp. you can't help but wonder, wallowing in hurt, what makes you worthy to love him?

neuvillette watches the expressions change on your face, the invisible stings that seem to dig deeper and pull you further and further away. you need space, he knows that, but this isn't what he imagined.

he embraces you one last time at the door, holding you tighter than usual until you untangle yourself from his arms. when you finally arrive at a friend’s place, their door clicking shut behind you, storm clouds begin to roll in.

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3 a/n: tbh i'm not the biggest fan of this work despite being so excited to write it :// but that's okay cause i'll just go write angst for another character :D

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[zapreportsblog]

↳ still in love with you ↲

➘ summary : Let's just say Billy has a deep crush on (Y/N) for years, trying so hard to hide it but only get worse. Both now in 40's, but his feelings for her never fade.

➘ a/n : inspired by this post by @teeramoonlover

➘ billy loomis x reader, scream x reader

The small town of Woodsboro had always been a quiet place, but for (y/n), it held a depth of memories that spanned decades. Now in her 40s, (y/n) had come to appreciate the familiarity of the town, the comfort of the same streets she had walked as a child.

And yet, there was someone she couldn't shake from her mind, no matter how many years had passed.

Billy Loomis.

He had been a part of her life for as long as she could remember, their paths crossing in school, at social events, and in the fabric of their small community. Despite the passage of time, there was a constant presence that lingered between them – a tension, a connection that neither of them dared to address.

Billy was now a respected member of the town, a successful businessman, and a dedicated father. He had aged well, his boyish charm giving way to a more mature allure that still made hearts flutter. But despite his outward confidence, (y/n) had noticed something in his eyes, a glimmer of something more, something hidden.

She often caught him stealing glances when he thought she wasn't looking, a subtle curiosity that was impossible to ignore. She had noticed the way he stumbled over his words when they spoke, his eyes lingering a moment longer than they should have. It was as if his feelings were dancing on the edges of his words, just out of reach.

One afternoon, as they both attended a community event, their paths crossed once again. The sun cast a warm glow over the gathering, and (y/n) couldn't help but smile as she saw Billy in conversation with his daughter, sharing a laugh that reached his eyes.

"Hey there," a voice greeted her, pulling her from her thoughts.

Turning, (y/n) met Billy's gaze, his smile genuine as he approached her. "Hey, Billy. Enjoying the festivities?"

He nodded, his expression warm. "Yeah, it's nice to see everyone come together like this."

They fell into easy conversation, talking about everything from town happenings to childhood memories. Yet underneath the surface, there was a tension that neither of them acknowledged. It was as if the unspoken words lingered in the air between them, waiting for someone to give them voice.

As the afternoon turned to evening, the event began to wind down. People began to disperse, leaving (y/n) and Billy standing near each other, caught in a moment of quiet.

"Listen, (y/n)," Billy started, his tone tentative. "There's something I've been meaning to say."

Her heart skipped a beat, anticipation mingling with a flicker of hope. "What is it, Billy?"

He sighed, his gaze dropping momentarily before he looked back at her. "I've known you for so long, and I've... well, I've had feelings for you that I've never really been able to shake."

His words hung in the air, and (y/n)'s heart raced as she processed the confession. It was as if time had suspended around them, the weight of their unspoken feelings finally coming to light.

Billy looked at her with a mixture of vulnerability and longing. "I know it's probably too late, but I had to tell you. I've cared about you for years, (y/n), and I've never been able to move on from that."

Tears welled in her eyes as she met his gaze, the intensity of his emotions mirroring her own. "Billy, you're not alone in feeling that way."

For a moment, they stood in a fragile bubble of honesty and connection. The years of unspoken longing, the missed opportunities, all culminated in this moment – a moment that held the potential to change everything.

As they looked at each other, the weight of their shared feelings began to lift, replaced by a sense of hope and possibility. In their 40s, with the weight of time and experience behind them, they stood on the precipice of something new, something that had been waiting to be acknowledged for far too long.

A few months had passed since the unspoken feelings between Billy and (y/n) had finally been brought to light. They had embarked on a journey together, navigating the complexities of their relationship, and had eventually moved in together.

One quiet evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, a knock echoed through the house. (y/n) exchanged a curious glance with Billy before they both made their way to the front door. As they swung it open, their surprise was evident when they saw a teenager standing on their doorstep.

The girl's eyes widened, her gaze shifting between Billy and (y/n). "Um, hi. Are you Billy Loomis?"

Billy's brows furrowed in confusion as he nodded slowly. "Yes, I am. Can I help you?"

The girl took a deep breath, her expression a mix of nervousness and determination. "My name is Samantha Carpenter. I'm 15. I recently found out… I found out that you're my dad."

Shock rippled through the air, the revelation hanging heavy between them. Billy's gaze locked onto the teenager before him, his mind racing to process her words. (y/n) stood beside him, her own surprise mirrored in her eyes.

Samantha shifted uncomfortably, her gaze dropping to the ground. "I... I know this is probably a lot to take in. I didn't know until recently, and I didn't mean to show up like this, but I just needed to see you."

Billy's voice was a mix of disbelief and uncertainty. "You're my daughter?"

Samantha nodded, her eyes brimming with a mix of hope and trepidation. "Yeah, my mom told me about you. She… she passed away not too long ago. And I found some letters from you."

A heavy silence settled over the doorstep, the weight of the moment stretching between them. (y/n) exchanged a glance with Billy, her heart aching for the girl before them.

"You should come in," (y/n) said gently, breaking the silence. "This is a lot to process."

Samantha nodded, her gratitude evident as she stepped into the house. As they settled in the living room, Billy took a seat beside Samantha, his gaze fixed on her.

"I never knew," he admitted softly. "I never knew I had a daughter."

Samantha's shoulders slumped, her voice carrying a mix of sadness and understanding. "I know. My mom never wanted to burden you. But after she passed away, I wanted to know more about you."

(y/n) sat down as well, her expression empathetic. "We're here for you, Samantha. You're not alone in this."

As the night unfolded, Billy and (y/n) listened to Samantha's story, learning about her life, her experiences, and her longing to know her father. Despite the shock and uncertainty, they welcomed her into their home with open hearts.

Over time, they would navigate the complexities of this newfound relationship. Billy's role as a father was uncharted territory, and Samantha's presence would reshape their lives in ways they hadn't anticipated. But they faced this journey together, a united front against the challenges that lay ahead.

As the stars twinkled in the night sky, the house was filled with the warmth of connection and the promise of a future that held hope, healing, and the possibility of a family that had been brought together by fate's unexpected twists.

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[sissyisawitch]

You're Losing Me

Relationship: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Summary: After seven years of relationship, MC feels neglected by Sebastian when he's been spending too much time at work.

Word Count: ~3k

Author's Note: So Taylor Swift finally released You're Losing Me a few days ago, and in honour of my favourite song of hers, I wanted to write a short story based on it. Also, this is the very first one shot I've ever written, so if anyone ever reads this, I hope it's not too bad and that you'll enjoy it.

Warnings: Angst with no happy ending If you've listened to the song, you know what I'm talking about.

MC was sitting alone in the dimly lit living room of her and Sebastian’s flat in London. She had been waiting in the same place for almost two hours, dressed in a long, elegant lace dress. Sebastian had promised to pick her up on his way home from work to take her to the restaurant to ‘celebrate a special occasion’. But he was almost two hours late.

Just like every day.

Weary of waiting without doing anything, MC stood up and found herself drawn to an old framed photograph resting on top of the mantelpiece.

The faded image depicted Sebastian and her in the early days of their relationship. They had been together for just over a year, recently graduated from Hogwarts, and had just finished moving in together. In the picture, MC was grinning and waving at Anne who was taking the photo, while Sebastian only had eyes for his girlfriend and placed a tender kiss on her cheek, clinging to her waist. Their smiles were genuine, and their eyes sparkled with the innocence of young love. It was a time when laughter flowed effortlessly, and every shared glance held the promise of a bright future.

This picture had been taken in front of the same fireplace, where MC was now standing alone. The slightest noise she made echoed through the empty flat.

As she traced her fingers over the photograph, a wave of nostalgia washed over her, bringing both warmth and sorrow. MC could not help but notice the drastic contrast between the joy reflected in that frozen moment, and the current state of their relationship. Whereas at the very beginning, Sebastian had always been by her side and found it hard to part with her, he now had little time for her, preferring to devote his entire days and weeks to his job as a researcher for the Ministry. The smiles that once came so easily had become strained, and the sparkle in his eyes had dimmed.

The passage of time had woven complexities into the fabric of their connection, and the former carefree happiness seemed like a distant memory. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she pondered the journey they had taken, acknowledging the inevitable changes that had altered the landscape of their once-unblemished love story. The photograph became a poignant reminder of the bittersweet nature of time and the inevitable evolution of their relationship.

Nothing had gone according to plan.

Their original plan was to get married soon after leaving school, and then start a family together.

But Sebastian had wanted to put off the idea of marriage until they had found a home together. When they did find somewhere to live, he wanted to wait until he had more money to support them both, even though MC had a job of her own. Then, once he had enough money, he wanted to wait for his career to develop, and for him to climb higher up the social ladder.

Long story short, Sebastian always wanted more, and therefore still had not proposed to MC in the seven years of their relationship.

Lately, MC had been coming home to an empty flat, sleeping in a cold bed, and spending her weekends alone, with Sebastian becoming increasingly more obsessed with his work. MC, in her attempt to be the bravest soldier, had not made any remark to Sebastian about it. She had sacrificed pieces of herself, bleeding emotionally in secret to keep their relationship intact. Instead, she spent many evenings sitting in the dark, wondering if it was time, if their relationship had finally come to a dead end.

At this point, the only cure for their couple would be for Sebastian to propose.

MC remembered Poppy's words. When the Hufflepuff had come to visit her earlier in the day, she had told her that this impromptu dinner at the restaurant was suspicious, that he was bound to propose. He had asked her to wear her best dress, after all. Besides, it would explain why he had been even more absent than usual in recent weeks; he had certainly been busy planning the perfect proposal.

Once her friend had sown the seeds of doubt in her mind, MC could not resist the urge to rummage through Sebastian’s belongings. In the drawer of his bedside table, she eventually found a jewellery order form, with a red stamp reading ‘paid and delivered’ across it.

All of MC’s doubts had vanished. He was going to propose to her this evening, and she had put her glad rags on for the occasion.

“MC! I’m home!” She heard Sebastian call from the doorway. “Are you ready to go?”

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After a delicious dinner at a fancy restaurant of Diagon Alley, the couple indulged in their dessert. MC’s eyes sparkled with excitement, her mind racing with thoughts of a romantic proposal. She anticipated the moment when he would make a magnificent declaration of everlasting love to her, get down on one knee and take out the beautiful engagement ring he had chosen specifically for her.

As Sebastian poured them both champagne, he cleared his throat, “So, as you know, I've brought you here to celebrate a special occasion.”

“Yes?” She grinned at him, more ready than ever for what was going to happen next.

“Well brace yourself, because I have been promoted! You're looking at the new head of the Ministry’s research department.” He announced with a smile of professional triumph.

An amalgam of surprise and disappointment replaced MC’s initial beaming smile.

“That's wonderful news, honey…” MC managed to reply, trying to mask her unmet expectations with a supportive tone.

She had imagined this evening to be the oh-so-awaited milestone in their relationship, a step towards a shared future. Instead, Sebastian was excitedly explaining to her that he will be dedicating even more time to his career, and be even less present for her.

“It was Alcamene, the department secretary, who helped me get this promotion. Her uncle is in a powerful position at the Ministry, and she spoke to him about me. It was really nice of her, so I bought her a necklace to thank her.”

The champagne lost its sparkle as the weight of his words sank in. MC had not been given the declaration she had so longed to hear. Instead, she had received a proclamation of increasing separation. Added to this heartbreak, was the gut-wrenching betrayal that Sebastian had given a piece of jewellery to another woman, when he had not bought her one for years.

If hell was a place on earth, MC was right in the middle of it.

“Couldn't you have asked Ominis?” She asked bitterly, and Sebastian only shrugged nonchalantly.

“I didn't want to bother him. I'm already asking too much from this bloke.” He chuckled.

“Right.” She took a sip of champagne, but the taste lingered on her tongue with a hint of unfulfilled expectations, and the realisation that the gulf between them was about to widen even further. “So, in practical terms, now that you've been promoted, what more are you gonna do?”

“I'm going to be in charge of planning all the research. For my first project, I wanted to do things on a grand scale, so we're going to go in search of a stone that's rumoured to be able to cure any illness or curse. Me and the team are going on a five-month expedition to Estonia.”

MC nearly spat out her champagne, “I’m sorry, what? You’re going to be away for five months? And in Estonia?”

“I know it seems like a long time, but don't worry, time will fly by in the blink of an eye. I'll be back before you know it.” He flashed her a comforting smile that did nothing to reassure the girl.

“Is this expedition really necessary?” She asked, begging him between the lines not to leave, not to abandon her.

“You know it's a subject that matters a lot to me. This stone could help so many people, especially Anne.”

“But Anne's condition has stabilised thanks to my ancient magic.”

Sebastian let out a heavy sigh, “Maybe, but I’m sick and tired of you having to visit her every week to put her out of her misery. The curse is still present in her body, and your ancient magic is clearly not a long-term solution.”

MC found herself unable to form the response he was waiting for. She was too busy imagining her near future, where she would wake up alone every morning, make coffee for just one person, have no one to kiss or hug, and come home to an empty flat at night to lie in a cold bed. In the end, she realised, it would not be much different from now. There would just be a thousand miles separating them, and it would last longer than usual.

Her glazed over eyes reflected her quiet resignation. Deep down, she understood that convincing him to prioritise their relationship over his career ambitions – and especially a remedy for his twin sister – would be futile. After all the means he had used to try to save Anne – from a Shrivelfig to losing himself to the Dark Arts – it was obvious that he would never stop, not until she was entirely out of danger.

“You could be a bit more enthusiastic for me, MC. I'm finally going to do something that counts, that could make history, and here you are sulking.” Sebastian threw his napkin on the table in annoyance.

“Let’s go home. I’m tired.”

**********

The night air was crisp as MC and Sebastian returned from the restaurant, in complete silence, the remnants of their dinner conversation lingering uncomfortably in the space between them. As they stepped through the front door of their flat, the air became thick with loss and indecision.

As they stood in the living room, near the fireplace, MC took a deep breath and turned to face Sebastian, her eyes searching his familiar chestnut ones for a connection that had eluded them for far too long.

“Sebastian…” She started, her voice steady but tinged with vulnerability. “Did you have another question for me this evening?”

Sebastian frowned in incomprehension, “No… Why?”

“Nothing, forget it.” She glared at Sebastian with storms in her eyes.

But he unfortunately remained oblivious to the dying embers of their love, “No, tell me, because you’ve been acting strange tonight. I don't understand.”

She scoffed bitterly, “I know you don’t.”

“Love… Talk to me, please.” He approached her slowly, as if trying to tame a frightened little animal, and then reached out to cup her face in his hands, gently caressing her cheeks with his thumbs.

For a moment, MC leant into his touch, feeling as if she were in the presence of the old Sebastian, the one who cherished and cared for her, a presence she missed agonisingly now. She lifted her gaze to look at him, believing that the man she absolutely adored had returned, but when she saw that the flame in his eyes was still extinguished, she was quickly brought back to reality, and reluctantly pushed him away.

MC, her heart heavy with the weight of unspoken words, was overcome by a surge of courage, “When are you going to marry me, Sebastian?”

“Soon, baby. I promise.”

“You’ve been saying that for years…” She shook her head in disbelief, as if she were trying to push away the terrifying thoughts that perhaps she simply was not enough for him. “You know… I’d understand if you didn’t want to marry. I wouldn’t either. I’m just some boring people pleaser…”

Sebastian was quick to take her hand in his and reassure her (or at least try), “Hey, you know it’s nothing like that, darling. I told you I wanted my situation to get better before committing myself.”

“But your situation couldn’t be better!” She withdrew her hand from his abruptly, her tone becoming louder and louder as she grew increasingly frustrated. “You’re an honoured researcher, who’s able to afford anything he wants with his salary, but you’re never satisfied! What could you possibly want more?”

“I want to be the best. For you. Because you deserve it.”

MC laughed humourlessly in his face, “And yet, here you are, not even able to give me the worst, because you’re not giving me anything anymore, Sebastian! I barely see you anymore! It… It’s like we’re not a couple anymore! I can’t bear the distance between us any longer.”

“MC, calm down.” Sebastian said in a firmer tone, as if warning her not to take this argument any further. It was palpable that his irritation was growing too. “It’s only a matter of time. You just have to be a bit more patient. It’s not that bad–”

“Not that bad? I’ve waited seven years, Sebastian! I’ve been more than patient! I gave you all my best me's, and my endless empathy, but all you’ve done these past months is ignore me! Anyone else would’ve left you long ago!” At this point, MC was fully screaming at him, no longer having the strength or desire to contain her torrent of emotions any longer.

The intensity of her outburst left Sebastian taken aback, her words cutting him like a sharp dagger straight to the heart. A stunned expression etched itself across his face. He stood there, momentarily at a loss for words.

MC was biting her nails to the quick as she stared at him. She was waiting for him to find the miracle solution to all their problems, like he always did, and for their relationship to be saved. However, he did nothing more than stare right back at her, lips parted as he struggled to find a response that could bridge the growing chasm between them.

The icy silence reminded them that their relationship was nothing more than a ship that was slowly sinking. Its demise was inevitable. This realisation was unbearable for MC, who could not stop herself from snapping at Sebastian.

“Do something, Sebastian. Say something. You’re losing me!”

The echoes of her plea filled the space, and for a moment, the silence spoke volumes. Sebastian, caught off guard by the rawness of her honesty, met her gaze, recognising the urgency in her eyes. It was a pivotal moment, the point of no return where they needed to confront the cracks in their relationship and decide whether to mend or let go.

“I love you, MC.” Sebastian finally said. These were the only words his mind could muster.

MC huffed at how basic and devoid of authenticity his declaration was, “How can you say that you love someone you can’t tell is dying?”

Sebastian stammered, his usual poised demeanour shattered by the force of her cold indifference, “I… I… I don’t know. I don’t know what to say…”

“Then I’ll make it easier for you. It’s either me or your research. You have to choose now.”

“I can’t believe it!” He exclaimed, putting his hands on his hips in exasperation. “You can’t ask that of me, MC. I need to do this research, but you have to understand that it doesn’t mean that I don’t love you. You’ve got to believe me.”

She crossed her arms in front of her chest, “I’ve got nothing to believe unless you’re choosing me.”

Sebastian, confronted with the reality of losing the woman he had taken for granted, faced a choice that could either breathe life back into their love or push it beyond the point of no return. Nevertheless, he did not need to rack his brains for very long, for his choice was already made.

“I’m going on this trip, whether you like it or not. It’s too important.”

MC’s eyes widened at his answer.

“More important than me?” She asked, her facade of indifference cracking in the same way as her voice.

Sebastian looked away without responding, but there was no need to. His silence spoke louder than any words ever could.

And just like that, he had dealt the final blow, carrying away with it the last vestiges of MC’s feelings for him.

Her heart, once resilient like a phoenix, now struggled to find a pulse. Her heart would not start anymore for him. She was tired of always having to mend the gashes he had been inflicting on her heart every day for months. She was done.

“Leave this house.” MC ordered in a weak, strained voice, indicating that her tears were about to flow.

“MC…” Sebastian called her name like a prayer to reconsider her decision.

“LEAVE!” She shouted again, this time firmly to force Sebastian to comply. “I don’t want to ever see you again, Sebastian.”

Sebastian nodded in resigned agreement, and retreated to what is – or rather once was – their shared bedroom. He mechanically began to pack his belongings, the act itself a silent testament of their love being beyond repair. The sound of clothes shuffling and drawers closing punctuated the oppressive silence that did nothing to help forget about the gravity of the situation.

With one last lingering gaze at the space that held memories both beautiful and painful, Sebastian shouldered the weight of his bags and walked towards the door, leaving behind his home, his lover, his best friend, and his life.

The thud of the door closing behind him sounded the death knell of seven years spent together, brutally gone up in smoke.

Her tears began to flow down her cheeks, as abundant as torrential rain. MC was suddenly overwhelmed by a profound sense of loss that instantly made her collapse to the floor of a room that had once been a sanctuary of light and love. She looked around the gloomy room that was adorned with remnants of their shared history, and had now become a silent witness to their break-up. Photos, souvenirs, and gifts of them were everywhere. MC had no idea if she was supposed to throw out everything or keep it.

They had chosen this flat together. They had bought it for its living room, which they both loved because of the light. That same room was now shrouded in the darkness, with MC alone and crumpled to the ground, crying her eyes out.

She could not believe what had just happened. She could not comprehend how everything had gone downhill so rapidly.

Sebastian had lost her.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow fanfiction #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow angst

[wolfoftheblackflames]

And here's what you've all been waiting for. The FINALE! Thanks so much for reading my fun little fanfic, my sweet misfits! Enjoy the tasty desert! (It's been fun writing this ^^)

Dancing with the Devil: Pt. 5

It was a few moments before Charlie whistled loudly summoning Razzle and Dazzle. “Baaaap?!” Both looked shocked but then looked over at the jerk who hurt their mistress. “Baaaaap….” Both growled lowly and followed Seviathan.

Charlie panted softly but then turned to look at Vaggie. “I'm really sorry you had to see me like this…” Her eyes lowered to the ground, unable to face her date.

Vaggie was in shock, sure, but her heart was pounding upon seeing that beautiful demon form. “Cariño…” (Sweetheart). Her hand gently came to Charlie's cheek, her thumb gently brushing away a tear that had threatened to fall. “Don't be sorry. It's actually very sweet that you'd be getting angry over someone like me.” Vaggie stated softly, her hand being lightly grasped by those long black claws.

“What do you mean?” Charlie asked, nuzzling Vaggie's palm.

“Well before I met you, all I had was some co-workers in the military that weren't exactly the nicest. I also did things alongside those jerks that I'm not proud of…” Vaggie started but took a soft breath to calm herself. “I had killed people Charlie, and I hate myself for it, and in some sick way sometimes it felt good to be acknowledged for those kills. I got praised for how flashy they were too…”

Charlie's eyes widen but then soften hearing the regret in her voice. She gently pulled Vaggie close and nuzzled into her hair, her body vibrating because of the soft purring it was doing. “I can see why you don't talk about your life before Hell… But if you're implying that you, the cutest, the most beautiful, and the coolest badass woman I've ever met, doesn't deserve to be loved or respected? Then I'm sorry, but I really want to whack you for ever thinking that.”

Vaggie leaned into the hug and nodded. “There you go again…”

“What it's true.” Charlie stated with a matter of fact tone.

The two jolted slightly, hearing Seviathan scream. “I was promised a dance at this fancy ball. Shall we?” Vaggie stepped back but had a smirk on her face.

Charlie blinked “Just let me put away these first…” She motioned to the horns and tail but stared as Vaggie took her hands into her own.

“You look gorgeous with them out babe. And I do mean it.” The angel smiled lightly, lifting those hands up and twirling only to briefly rest against Charlie's chest with those hands around her shoulders.

The way she moved, Charlie swore Vaggie was either a natural, or very talented in the dance department. The way that ivory gaze looked back up into soft white, it felt like time had stopped. “Thanks…”

The two glided across the stone walkway of the garden, each easily moving with one another to the ballroom music that echoed inside the bustling building. Charlie felt like she was walking on air right now as she was guided by Vaggie with each step. The way Hell's natural light lit up her frame, Charlie swore that in this moment Vaggie was truly the most beautiful being in Hell.

The slow dance tempo echoed as the two swayed close at its rhythm. “So did that asshole really…” Vaggie asked as Charlie scoffs. “Nope, I never once let him do that with me. Seriously the jerk thought if he pressured me enough I'd do it.”

“Good, it makes me a little relieved, babe.” Vaggie muttered, then looked up at Charlie, who looked down at her. The light of Hell made the princess looked so regal and elegant right now, and Vaggie listening to her heart for once pulled down on that chain lightly and kissed Charlie.

It was sudden and brief but it left the princess stunned. Her tail had shot up as now a cute dopey love struck look graced that face. “Whoa…” Charlie muttered but shook her head to get out of the daze quick. “Will you be my girlfriend?!” She blurted out causing Vaggie to laugh.

“I wouldn't have kissed you if I didn't want to be princesa.” The angel teased but yelped when Charlie just quickly lifted her up and spun her around.

“Let's ditch this joint and go on a real date while the night is young.” The demoness grinned as Vaggie laughed at the theatrics Charlie was doing. Right down to the princess bridal carrying the angel out of there when Razzle and Dazzle zipped past clearly looking pleased. “Woooooo hoooo! Best night ever!”

“Charlie babe slow down!” Vaggie laughed as the two hurried out of that place.

Once in the limo, the goofs could relax, but this time, Charlie smirked and gave Vaggie a kiss on the cheek. “Can you do that again? Please?” She asked, giving puppy dog eyes. Vaggie just rolled her eye and gave her girlfriend all the kisses the princess could ever ask for.

(And done! Thanks again for reading my fic guys. I hope you enjoyed it. See you all next time when a new fic drops, until then enjoy the cuteness my lovable misfits!)

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #chaggie #cute as fuck #awkward vaggie is fun #flustered charlie is fun #dancing #ballroom dancing #Charlie being a bi disaster #Vaggie being a cheeky lesbian #seviathan von eldritch #adorable kissing

[thatfuckinjester]

i'm in pain so i wrote lmao

sometimes shit just happens, and there's nothing anyone can do to change it. not that anyone tried to, or cared enough to notice it.

phantom has always been that way, if he's being fair; in the pit especially. most packs loved to play on that, promise him things that they knew he wanted, make him feel special for just a little bit until they took all of his things and left him alone, sometimes even hurt him just for the fun of it.

it took him way too long to understand to not trust packs, or anyone for that matter.

but phantom really thought that he can trust this new pack who seemed to accept everyone, they seemed nice enough, they accepted aurora with open arms, he was just an odd one but he's sure they like him. even just a little bit.

or at least that was what he thought until that night.

he's at the band's practice room in the middle of the night, opening another can of those energy drinks they always had, he promised himself that he'll practice it just one more time and that's it. but he also promised it a few hours ago, it doesn't really matter though, sleep can wait.

but then he heard them. he didn't mean to, he truly didn't, but it's not his fault that they decided to speak so loudly in the middle of the night. or maybe it was his fault for sneaking to the practice room in the middle of the night.

"i've talked to aether," they said, the other humming to acknowledge it, "said he'll be back soon."

phantom held hus breath as they said, "yeah?"

"yeah. meaning that little jerk will be back to the pit soon."

"good, i can't...." and phantom didn't hear anymore of the conversation, the two of them moving away. phantom still felt like he was holding his breath.

the next day he hasn't left his room, and that's okay because no one came to check in on him anyway.

and then, this thing came back, he was so sure he has gotten rid of it after it hasn't happen for a month or so, he isn't good with topside time yet.

the thing is, a lockdown, or at least that's the word that feels the most right to call it, after all his body just stopped. legs, arms , hips, fingers, neck, even his fucking tail were some kind of locked, he couldn't move them, he just fell gracelessly, not being able to stop or soften the fall, and just laying on the cold floor, even whimpering in pain was too painful.

and phantom has learned already, that if it happens he should just wait it out, trying to move anyways just hurts and take energy that he doesn't have in him, his body wasn't in his control anymore so why make it listen? why not just give up from the start, especially if it's just a lockdown.

it used to make him spiral into a panic attack, now he just accepts the hurt with open arms.

and even though he was sure the pack could heat the thud of his fall, nobody came to check on him. it wasn't like he expected them to anyways, he isn't their pack, he isn't important.

and sometimes that's how it is, you fall and raise, only this time phantom didn't feel like raising, the cold embrace of the floor was too familiar, too comfortable than trying.

when he did finally get out of his room, it was for rehearsals, and his body kept being wrong. his hands shaking, his eyes and ears twitching, his legs jumping at random. phantom knew that it annoyed all of them, that they were rolling their eyes and sighing in annoyence anytime something he couldn't control happened.

he's as disappointed with himself over it as they are, maybe even more.

the fainting came back again too, he could just do his chores and then find himself on the floor, he stopped worrying over it after the first five times it happened, and would just curse himself for being so horrible, for not doing anything right.

phantom has prayed to satan to stop it all and just take him back, he wasn't that scared of getting sent back to the pit anymore, anything is better than this.

he has asked the stars to stop shining for him, to let his star burn itself out already. he really couldn't handle it for much longer.

and maybe, maybe, that's why phantom shouldn't have been scared when he looked at the stars, closed his eyes as tears fell, and opened them again just to lose the sight of stars, of the moon, of the sky, of everything.

#jester rumbling #more projecting onto phantom #because everything hurts #i've burnt myself out #and my body is failing me. #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #phantom #phantom ghoul #phantom believing that he's being sent back to the pit

[lunar-years]

i hope this isn't too weird to join the discussion as a random follower but i've been very stuck on the trend you mentioned where prior to s3, fics often had jamie join established roykeeley after a lot of pining and self-recrimination. and i thought hmm i haven't really seen much of that for keeley joining established royjamie post s3, even though it would make a lot more sense given where they all are at the end of s3!

(cont.) i would love to read (or write) a fic about royjamie being on (but on the downlow due to their careers and the homophobia in football) and somehow keeley finds out about them so she has to keep things secret but is also like, oh god, this is it, this was the missing ingredient and i've MISSED MY CHANCE and angsting about whether she made the right decision in the end. it'd all come good in the end but let keeley feel insecure in fic! she's too self-assured in fanon imo.

YES!! You know funnily enough, despite this scenario being like, THE way I most think the ot3 actually gets together after the finale, I haven't written it and it's not in any of my current wips, either, lol. My friends with benefits fic is sort of going to include a similar dynamic (at least in terms of Keeley being like, fuck I've missed my chance and now they're going to get together without me and its my own fault yada yada). Except it's a slightly different flavor of it because they're fwb and Keeley is still participating as often as she pleases and neither roy nor jamie have yet realized how the dynamic has shifted from fwb into something else/more between them. so it's really just Keeley panicking on her own that they're going to realize at any second how they feel about one another and ditch her altogether.

but anyway, YES i want to read your exact version, and YEAH Keeley definitely is too self-assured in fanon, especially for a character who was basically continually in a self crisis spiral for 75% of season 3, lol.

If I had to pick a single headcanoned way I think they get together after canon events, I think Roy & Jamie apologize to Keeley and she kindly tells them she isn't currently in the place for a relationship with either of them, but she cares about both of them deeply and wants them to all be friends (with an implied 'my thoughts on being together romantically might very well change in the future, I'm just not ready for that now.') Which honestly is the right call for her personal growth and self care, because I think Keeley deserves & needs a hot single girl self-love era.

Only, Keeley hasn't actually realized how close royjamie have gotten as she's been having her various s3 crises, and even though she obviously knows they're not obligated to wait around for her to make a decision, I think there's probably a part of her (that she refuses to acknowledge of course) that is like, 'well they've both simped over me this long, of course that door is always going to be open. I can just return to that decision when I'm ready.'

...Color-her-surprised when Jamie and Roy do not just wait around, they get together. And as they all three continue to hang out as friends, she catches on to the relationship and at first it's like okay this is hot, all good fun. But then she realizes just how close they are, and has a full blown crisis because holy shit this is serious, and how did that happen right when she wasn't looking? They're in love, and she's missed out because she was too busy tasking time for herself, and that just isn't fair, is it, she's the one who helped make both of them better!! SHE put in the work and now they're getting the payoff??

Cue angst and irrational thinking patterns and Keeley loneliness that of course ends with a frank conversation and a threesome that turns into canon throuple. amen.

ironically the fic I've read closest to this concept was written prior to s3, Robocop by wildwren. it was part of a roykeeley breakup series, but basically there's lingering sexual tension between all three of them, then Keeley decides she's ready to sleep with Jamie, only to go over to his and find him and Roy already fucking in the car 🫢 and then she thinks she's missed her chance etc. The series wasn't finished (if there was going to be more to it, idk) but the whole thing was BRILLIANT and like. spot on to the dynamics set up in s3, because wildwren is a wizard.

#royjamiekeeley #royjamie #ted lasso #asks #roy kent #jamie tartt #keeley jones #ship post

[wifeyifey]

Just read the Leo one and OHOHOHOHO love your style!! If it's ok, could I request an oneshot for dbd Wesker with a kinda new survivor reader who is very persistent. No matter how many times they die or get tunneled they always try to save everyone or try to give a hard time to Wesker (even if they dont really know how to do that yet) and the match where they finally manage to escape, but insteand of being mean they smile and say how well Wesker did before going back to the camp.

OMG thank youuuu <333

I've never followed Wesker much so I hope I did him some justice!! I've seen the movies but its been a while lol.

Anyways... Here's the short scenario I made for you!!

Made this a gender-neutral reader as well.

Description: the reader is super persistent in trying to help their friends and always manages to best Wesker.

Wesker x gn!reader

Again… again… and again. You constantly try to be one step ahead of Wesker during trials. He’s tired of you always managing to be out of reach even when you’re grabbing someone off a hook, you slip right between his fingers. He’s losing his patience and you never seem to grow tired of always playing the hero. He sees how often you take care of the other survivors and most of them return the favor, but there’s always the select few that are too much of a coward to help you when you do so much for them. If he didn’t find you so annoyingly admirable he would do his best to torture you outside of trials. 

You were in your third consecutive trial at the moment and quite frankly you’re getting tired. You weren’t here for very long. Only recently being brought to this realm. You were always a caring person before the Entity grabbed you. You were a trauma nurse in the military before you were here. Being brought here didn’t change the way you care for others in the trial. 

You were helping Adam with a generator when all of a sudden it exploded. You jumped back with a yelp. Going around the generator you grab Adam and start running.Hearing a scream in the distance and without a moment of hesitation you run towards it. “(Y/N), go ahead and grab them. I'm going to try and find another generator and fix it so we can get out of here.” Adam yelled behind you. You turned and waved your hand in acknowledgement and continued towards the scream. You turn the corner and see Jane on the hook. She sees you and sighs in relief and then winces the next second. “Thank god (Y/N), get me off this thing.” You quickly get to work and grab her off the hook. 

Little did you know Wesker was waiting for you to grab her, giving him enough time to grab you once she runs off. His plan worked out a little too well, because here you were, in his grasp. “It’s about time I get my hands on you, rat.” Wesker spit out. You’re turned around in his grasp and you’re face-to-face with him. “Well… if it isn’t my favorite person.” You chuckle with a little tremble in your voice. He sneered and threw you over his shoulder. You’re kicking trying to get off. You always thought about what you would do if you were finally caught by him. 

You thought he was a bit handsome and always wondered what was under those glasses of his… Looks like it’s time to find out. You pushed yourself up quickly and toppled over onto the ground. There was no way he was going to try and struggle with you. He can just grab you again. What he didn’t expect was for you to grab him by his shoulders and take him to the ground with you rolling on top of him with strength he didn’t know you possessed. You quickly grabbed his glasses and ran off with a giggle and a loud “Gotchya glasses.” 

You heard the hatch open as you were running away at top speed. You dropped a palette, which you knew got Wesker as he nearly roared in anger. You kept pushing forward and as soon you saw the gate you powered through and pushed forward. You had to hurry, the gate was about to close… so close, you let out a little yell as you slide underneath the gate as it closes, just to look up and see Wesker on the other side. You stand up and put your hands up as you face him.

“Good run today, Wesker. You got my blood pumping in just the right way.” you wink. He has the smallest smirk on his face as you walk closer to the gate and look him in the eyes. You grab his glasses and reach over to put them back on his face. For some reason, he let you. Not before grabbing your wrist with a firm hand, his tentacles wrapping around your arm and gently poking your cheek. “I won’t let what happened today happen again, little mouse.” You gave a small laugh, “Sure thing, hot stuff.” He had already unwrapped himself from your arm and walked back into the fog. 

You look forward to dealing with him again, you smiled and walked towards the survivors camp. Little did you know you are marked territory after that match.

I hope you liked it! Lmk what yall think!!

Requests are open!!

#Albert wesker #Albert wesker x reader #dbd x reader #resident evil x reader #dead by daylight x reader #wesker x reader

[sentimental-idiot25]

Sasusaku Confession Head Canon

For a while, he had been consumed by the thought. As they rested under the shade of a tree in the heart of the forest, he mustered the courage to ask the question that had been lingering in his mind. The anticipation had been coursing through his body, building up to this spontaneous moment. "Sakura?" She hums in response. "As kids-- why did you love me?" Sakura looks at him blushing, Why is he asking me this right now? She thought to herself. She chuckles inwardly, feeling the awkwardness creep up within her. "Why are you asking me that question?" She laughed, her face bright RED. "Like how did you know?" He pondered over whether the path that led others to fall in love was the same for him. Doubts lingered in his mind as he wondered if what he felt went beyond love. He needed to understand the depth of his emotions and for how long they had been present. Did he feel this way since childhood? "Well I'm not even sure, but the closest thing to an answer I can give you is as a kid I used to get bullied for being ugly, imagine as a child being told you're too ugly and then devoting too much on how you looked. Well great I was pretty partly thanks to Ino helping me out and giving my confidence, but then everyone thought I would be incompetent because I was pretty. I already studied hard and would get good grades. I studied even harder to get perfect grades and proved myself to everyone that I was smart. Then I got that I was a pushover, I am like a doormat, letting people treat me however they wanted. I let my inner thoughts take over and I hurt people in the process. I don't think I ever really liked me much because of the people I was around. But when I'm with you, I like myself. I don't care about how I look, if I have to prove myself to you, or change anything about me. That's why I've been in love with you--"

As he cupped her chin and leaned in, Sakura's mind raced with anticipation of what was about to happen. But as his lips met hers, she was surprised by his gentle and tender approach. With a hint of hesitation, she responded with a bit more pressure, deepening the kiss and igniting a rush of excitement she had longed for. It was a moment she had dreamed of for years, but what she didn't know was that Sasuke had wanted it just as much. Her love for him was boundless, and she never wanted to burden or rush him into anything. She respected his pace and allowed him to take his time, even if it meant she needed to exercise great patience.

Although Sasuke had always harbored a crush on Sakura, she was the only person he didn't recoil from physically. He valued his personal space greatly, but with her, he wished for her embrace to linger. At first, he attributed it to their time on the same team, but he soon realized it was simply her presence that drew him in. As he trailed his hand down her face, over her shoulder and arm, she felt a trail of goosebumps form in its wake. His thumb grazed hers, sending chills down her spine and eliciting a swarm of butterflies in her stomach. It was a gentleness she had never seen before from him, especially after witnessing him tear others apart with ease.

Breaking away from the kiss, they rested their foreheads against each other's, both a bit breathless from the intensity of the moment. Flush-faced, they knew it was the perfect place and time for them to finally acknowledge what they both felt deep down.

"I love you, Sakura," Sasuke whispered.

Her heart skipped a beat as she looked up at him, waiting to see if she had heard correctly.

"I have always loved you. I will always love you." he repeated, sealing their connection with a promise of forever.

#sakura #sasusaku #sasuke #headcanon #blank period #naruto #confessions #sakura x sasuke

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

My theory is that Jm and Jk are making this content together because they are the most succeesful members.

Hybe will never acknowledge Jm’s popularity in any other way, but are going to make him do this content with Jk to make money off of him

That’s it, that’s why is the 2 of them, not V or Rm because jikook got both no 1 on bb etc

Wdym it wasn't Jungkook and Taehyung the it couple, the most successful members whose debut everyone was waiting for and counting on to make history?????

Okay, now that I'm done with the sarcasm...

Aside from the fact that it was something Jimin wanted to do, why did the company suddenly think of it and agreed to it now. (Unless we eventually find out other details about why and how, but I don't know if I'm even going to be here when that happens, so).

Jungkook and Jimin is a pairing that has always worked in many ways, like with the couple of dance units they've had in BTS stages. Or the couple of songs they've sung together, etc.

Apart from that, yes they are the most popular (read popular as in people OUTSIDE OF THE FANDOM have seen them/interacted with their content or music at some point/etc), so all in all I agree that their individual popularity could be a reason.

That's also related to the reach the content has. I've never been one of those people that cry about jikook not being loved; I never cared about that for several reasons that are not relevant right now. One of the reasons that's relevant tho, is that taekook might get the most likes or retweets on their content... but nobody causes conversation the way Jimin does. Whether it's good or bad, Jungkook or Taehyung each on their own, or together, they don't cause conversation. I'm not gloating or anything about Jimin getting hate because I hate it, and I hate when people are like "oh jimin they're hating on you you'll always be famous", but it's a fact that whenever Jimin is involved in something, people will talk about it. I mean, there's a reason his name can't trend in twitter anymore because of the volume of tweets in which he's mentioned every day.

Another thing, probably unpopular, many probably won't get it, and I think that people just don't realize it's happening: Jimin makes Jungkook look good. He makes Jungkook looked loved and worthy of being loved.

Not too long ago I rewatched the hunger games and in the first movie something happens with Katniss and Peeta, I think it was him saying he was in love with her or something. And Haymitch says it was good that Peeta had said that because he'd made Katniss looked desirable. Now, she was perceived as the object of affection of someone.

It's something I've talked about before, how the narrative about Jungkook and the way people perceived him changed when his ships got bigger attention.

This happens to a large scale with all of BTS members, btw. We're just talking specifically about two right now, but the "X member loves Y member, how could you hate them?!" is probably the biggest example of that.

So, there's that too. Jimin's way of treating Jungkook has A LOT of weight on what people think of Jungkook. It might even be a reason of why some pjms can't even stick to one side and are more or less constantly changing their feelings about him.

That's also why I think that if it was solely and exclusively the company calling Jimin up to do this, it was tailored to happen around Jungkook's debut and not before. Because it is good for Jungkook's image.

Finally, Jimin being Jimin. I think many people do a big disservice to Jimin when they talk about why and don't realize how amazing Jimin's personality is. Jikookers especially overlook how awesome, kind, sweet and great he is. They collectively ignore how every single person who's ever met Jimin has made a point to talk about how sweet and kind he is. To most jikookers It's all about how he is with Jungkook when a large part of that is not even about Jungkook, but just how Jimin was raised and how he treats everyone he loves.

Jungkook gets to be a lovely maknae bla bla bla. To jikookers, Jimin's selflessness and beautiful soul only gets talked about in relation to Jungkook.

So another factor of the whole thing is that Jimin's got a GREAT personality. Jin, Hoseok, Jimin, they've always been the one lighting up the mood and making people laugh and taking care of everyone. They're the life of the party, literally. And the company must realize this, too. They're not stupid. They know what works for entertainment and what doesn't. Didn't Jungkook say in that preview that as soon as Jimin arrived it was chaos? Jimin is genuinely so much fun.

It works because Jimin is who he is. It's not even about Taehyung and Jungkook, but it wouldn't work with Yoongi and Jungkook, either. It would be boring simply because they're not Jimin. You can watch any live with Jimin + other member and it's almost always interesting and funny because Jimin makes up for a lot of the mood between two people.

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Hello! I've always been a lurker here and I absolutely love the way you write!!Can I request Shinobu trying to get the f/reader to interact more with the other Hashiras?I'd imagine that becoming the next recent Hashira would really be nerve wracking since you have to meet all these strong demon slayers even if your Butterfly Hashira girlfriend is there (;චᆽච*) (And you could add something unexpected like the reader getting along with Giyuu much to Shinobu's displeasure) Thank you!!

Wallflower

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: Thank you very much! I hope you like this too. : ) Meet n’ greets are difficult to write sometimes because there are so many people to get through and you don’t really get the whole character experience without making it super long, but I tried my best! Thanks for reading! Word Count : ~2,125

“I want to go home.” (Y/n) whined quietly, tightly gripping Shinobu’s sleeve. “I don’t belong here.”

“That’s not true at all, dear. You beheaded fifty demons, remember?” Shinobu replied chipperly.

“Maybe somebody miscounted…”

(Y/n) had been dreading this all month. She had finally attained the rank of Hashira and now she had to attend a briefing in which every one of the best slayers of the corps would be there… sizing her up… ready to eat her alive…

“You will be fine.” Shinobu assured. “I’m a Hashira, you aren’t afraid of me, are you?”

“I still am sometimes.”

Shinobu laughed and shook her head. “We’re all human, dear. I’m not going to say that they’re all going to be especially nice, but if you just be yourself and be a little sociable, it certainly won’t hurt.”

As they entered the Master’s garden Shinobu scanned the scene. Not everyone was there yet, which was what she expected. She wanted to get (Y/n) there early to help her feel more comfortable. So far only Gyomei and Muichirou had arrived. Shinobu took hold of (Y/n)’s bicep and before the poor girl knew what was happening, Shinobu was pulling her over.

“Look, a couple of easy introductions to get you warmed up.”

“Shinobu, no, please!” (Y/n) whispered, struggling against Shinobu’s forceful pulling.

“Himejima-san, Tokito-san, hello!” Shinobu greeted, pulling (Y/n) to stand before her.

Muichirou blinked.

“Am I supposed to know you?” He asked, looking up at (Y/n) from where he lounged on the ground.

(Y/n) felt Shinobu jab her arm into her side and winced, aiming a puppy-like look of betrayal at the other girl who simply smiled and motioned for her to speak.

“My name is (L/n) (Y/n), the new Hashira… nice to.. meet you…” (Y/n)’s voice seemed to give out on her, her words getting quieter and petering out in a way that way hardly intelligible.

Muichirou stared past her to watch the clouds roll by instead of acknowledging her again. Her going quiet had made him bored. Great start.

“Ah, it’s so good to meet you, (L/n)-san, Kochou-san has shared stories of you from time to time. I wish you both good fortune in battle and your journey together. Namu amida butsu.” Himejima spoke instead, rubbing his palms together, his beads rattled.

“Thank you very much, Himejima-san!” Shinobu smiled sincerely. She respected Gyomei immensely. It was very heart warming to hear him say such things.

Shinobu waited for (Y/n) to say something, turning to face her girlfriend expectantly. She poked her side, making her jump.

“(Y/n), isn’t there something you should say to Himejima-san?”

“ThankyouverymuchnicetomeetyouHimejimasan.” (Y/n) answered rapidly.

Then she hotfooted it over to a further off corner of the garden, half hidden behind a well manicured shrub.

“Excuse her, she’s nervous.” Shinobu supplied, shaking her head.

“I understand. Hopefully it will come to pass.” Gyomei chuckled.

Shinobu conversed with him little longer, but when she saw Mitsuri and Kyoujirou make their appearance she was quick to intercept them.

“Shinobu-chan, hello!” Mitsuri was excited to greet her. “Where is (Y/n)— there she is!”

“Over there?” Kyoujirou asked, his voice projecting over the whole garden. “No time to waste! Let’s get aquatinted now!”

Shinobu followed them, trying to curb their enthusiasm so as not to overwhelm (Y/n) anymore than she already was, but the student-teacher duo didn’t seem to take the hint.

(Y/n) looked up upon hearing their approach. She tried to get to her feet, but Mitsuri was already upon her, wrapping her up in a tight hug while Kyoujirou laughed uproariously in a cheerful manner.

“Hello, hello, (Y/n)-chan! It’s so exciting to have another girl to talk with! The three of us should go to my house and make pancakes together sometime.”

“Hey! I’d like to get in on that as well!” Kyoujirou declared.

“It’s girls only this time, Rengoku-san.”

“I thought I was an honorary member of the girl’s team.”

“You are, but you’ll have to wait until next time.”

“Kanroji-san, (Y/n) would like to have a little space please.” Shinobu gently stated on her girlfriend’s behalf. She noticed that she was struggling to free herself from Mitsuri, who was none the wiser of (Y/n)’s attempts to escape.

“Oh! Sorry,” Mitsuri sheepishly let (Y/n) go, “I’m looking forward to getting to know you better (Y/n)-chan. I hope we’ll be great friends!”

“As do I!” Kyoujirou nodded. “I’m eager to work with you!”

(Y/n) could only offer a mechanical nod in acknowledgment before summersaulting away from Mitsuri to hide behind Shinobu’s legs. Was it affective? Not particularly, but a little barrier was helpful.

“(Y/n), really now. You look silly.” Shinobu tutted, stepping to the side.

“This is the person who has attained our rank?”

Everyone turned to find Sanemi scowling at the front entryway of the garden with Obanai trailing close behind.

“You’re acting like a child. Stand up and stop insulting us!” Sanemi yelled.

“No need to yell, Shinazugawa-san. Not everyone can be a grumpy brute like you. They shouldn’t aspire to be either.” Shinobu quipped.

“Is she really ready for this?” Obanai mumbled while Kaburamaru scented the air. “She seems as unsure in herself as a Mizunoto. Shinazugawa may have a point.”

“Nobody asked you either, Iguro-san.” A vein began to strain against Shinobu’s forehead. She had a feeling those two would present the most trouble… “She met the requirements and has every right to be here.”

Shinobu knew just how hard (Y/n) worked. She trained very hard to get to this point. She knew (Y/n) already had a little self doubt, she didn’t need to have Sanemi and Obanai confirming those doubts without a second thought.

“Tch!” Sanemi’s lip curled. “Of course you would say that. Didn’t know you were in it so deep that you can’t see what’s right in front of you.”

“Are you suggesting I can’t think objectively because I’m in love?” Shinobu smiled wickedly, “That’s ridiculous, but I wouldn’t expect you to know better since you’ve scared away every potential partner you’ve ever met.”

“Hah?!” Sanemi nearly screamed, a trace amount of blush visible along his cheeks.

(Y/n) couldn’t take it anymore. She was upsetting all the Hashira and making things difficult for Shinobu. Before she realized it, she had gotten up and had begun sprinting away. She hopped over the fence and despite Shinobu’s calls she kept going.

“Now look what you did.” Shinobu stared hard at Sanemi and if looks could kill, he would be face down in the pebbles in no time.

“Oh dear. Should we follow her?” Mitsuri asked.

“No, I’ll go myself. If we do not return before the Master arrives, give him my sincerest apologies.”

Shinobu then jumped over the fence herself, hoping that (Y/n) hadn’t gone too far.

***

“I can’t go back there,” (Y/n) groaned to herself as she ran, “that was so embarrassing! Just up and running like that… what was I thinking?”

She kept her eyes to the path as she ran, where she was going to end up, she hadn’t a clue. It didn’t matter though, because she suddenly smashed into someone and fell back hard onto the ground.

“Ow… sorry.” She looked up to check in the well-being of the person she crashed into and found the Water Pillar looking down at her, expression neutral.

Great. Another reason for her to find a way out of the Hashira rank.

She flinched when Giyuu offered his hand to her, but she tentatively took it when she realized he meant to help her up.

“Thank you, Tomioka-san. My apologies again for running into you.”

“It’s fine.” He answered monotonously. Then he began walking again in the direction of the Master’s home.

(Y/n) stood in place, looking back down at her feet as she thought about how she should proceed from there. She wasn’t really familiar with the area at all.

“Shouldn’t you be with Kochou-san?”

(Y/n) jumped in her skin. She hadn’t realized Giyuu had stopped to face her again.

She shook her head.

“I’m not like the rest of you.” She said quietly, “I don’t belong there.”

A flicker of surprise passed Giyuu’s face. He had heard those words before. He had told himself the same sentiment dozens of times. He himself believed he didn’t deserve to survive the Final Selection much less be considered a Hashira.

He wasn’t sure why (Y/n) would also feel that way. Based on what Shinobu had told him while making fun of his own lack of a love life, (Y/n) was an exceptional demon slayer and and was well-deserving of the highest rank. He concluded that she must just be nervous.

“You can’t run away from your duties, (L/n)-san. Even if you don’t feel worthy of them, if it’s what the Master deems is the right thing to do, you shouldn’t undermine him.” Giyuu said, motioning back to the mansion with a tilt of his head.

“I don’t want to go either, but we have to, so let’s get it over with. Kochou-san is probably looking for you.”

(Y/n) pursed her lips.

“Come on, after awhile it won’t be so bad.”

Cautiously, she stepped up to Giyuu and he nodded approvingly. Together they began to walk back to the mansion in companionable silence.

Along the way, Shinobu found them. She ran up to (Y/n), asking her if she was alright before lightly scolding her for running off.

“And just what are you doing here Tomioka-san?” Shinobu poked him in the back, “You weren’t trying to run off with my girlfriend, right? Because you are definitely not her type.”

“Shinobu, he wasn’t doing anything like that.” (Y/n) waved her off, slightly embarrassed. “Don’t be mean.”

“I’m not being mean!” Shinobu denied. “You would know if I was being mean.”

“Like when you told me that nobody likes me?” Giyuu piped up.

“Shinobu!” (Y/n) admonished, “Did you really?”

“In my defense, he was preventing me from slaying a demon.”

“Yeah, Kamado Nezuko.” Giyuu mumbled.

“Nezuko-chan?! This is the first I’m hearing of this!”

(Y/n) couldn’t believe that Shinobu had overlooked telling her such a thing when bringing the Kamado siblings into their home. She had made it sound like she was responsible for them. (Y/n) thought she was being very sweet, but perhaps there was more to it.

“Oh look! We’re back!” Shinobu clapped her hands together, avoiding the topic.

(Y/n) shot her partner a look that let her know they would talk about what happened on Natagumo later. For now she had to focus on surviving the rest of this meeting so she could he back home.

“Oh good, you found her!” Mitsuri sighed in relief, a hand over her heart. “I’m sorry if we crossed any boundaries (Y/n)-san.”

“I’m okay. Don’t worry. I’m sorry for running off.” (Y/n) said, shyly looking at her feet.

“Whatever. Just don’t do it again, got it?” Sanemi huffed quietly. He would never say it, but he did feel somewhat responsible for (Y/n)’s sudden departure.

“So this is the girl who has been causing a stir.”

(Y/n), Shinobu and Giyuu peered over Mitsuri to see Tengen looking (Y/n) over in a way that made Shinobu feel a little bit defensive.

“Hmm…” he finally smiled, rubbing his chin thoughtfully, “Nice choice, Kochou. She’s cute.”

“Keep your eyes to yourself, Uzui-san.” Shinobu smiled tightly, pulling (Y/n) along.

“What? I didn’t mean anything by it. Just trying to be friendly.”

“Come dear, let’s go sit.”

“Okay.”

“Hey! Don’t ignore me!” Tengen gawked, however, they continued on.

(Y/n) did shyly turn to Giyuu though to ask him if he wanted to sit with them which surprised Shinobu. She found it strange that out of all the available choices (Y/n) had, she seemed to get along with Giyuu the most so far. She was glad, but really? Tomioka? Over everyone else?

“You are so silly sometimes.” Shinobu chuckled, booping (Y/n) on the nose.

“The Master is coming shortly!” Kyoujirou declared, taking a seat behind (Y/n) along with Mitsuri, “Afterwards, let’s treat (L/n)-san to dinner to celebrate her achievement!”

“That’s not necess—” (Y/n) tried to dissuade, but Shinobu covered her mouth with her hand.

“That sounds lovely! It’s been so long since we all went out to eat together.”

Most of the Hashira also had positive things to say about the idea while some either didn’t care or grumpily accepted the outing that had been thrust upon them.

And as the Hashira bickered about where to go and laughed over what had happened on previous get-togethers, (Y/n) managed a small smile.

Shinobu was right. They were all human. A little rough around the edges in some places, but they all chased the same goal. It would still take some getting used to, but maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#demon slayer oneshots #demon slayer x reader #kny oneshots #kny x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu kochou x reader #shinobu x reader #shinobu kocho #shinobu kochou #requests #anonymous

[seek--rest]

Final Thoughts on The Dumb Teen Show

I'm too old for this media, this media is not written or meant for me.

Alas, we move:

It's the finale and I must finally speak my truth. I have not nor will I ever give a shit about Taylor and Steven. Taylor was a terrible friend to Belly and I'm sorry, I never forgave her for that. Cheating is despicable and I know that's rich coming from a show that's highlighting a love triangle between brothers but that's just how it is. Taylor is boring and annoying, Steven is grating as a person and as a brother and all the chatter of how "this show is bad but at least we have Steve and Taylor" I simply cannot relate to any of you!! They're bad people and not even in an interesting can't wait to root for them kind of way they're just Bad and more offensively, Boring.

JEREMIAH GET BEHIND ME. The way you deserve so much better in this show and in this universe. I've long been Team Jeremiah in the sense that everyone needs some fucking therapy (himself included) and that he needs to be in a better universe, with a better show and better writers. This is a boy that is consistently pulled around, has to fake a smile because that's all that is expected of him and the (1) time he actually shares his frustrations in a way that isn't absolutely perfect, he's mistreated by damn near everyone including the fandom. Everything about him in the last episode is a person that has so much maturity in a way that just doesn't make sense considering the hell he's been through. He's the better person.

Which was no help to fucking Susannah!!!!!!!! I've long since lamented that the show dropped the ball on exploring the real, tangible grief of Laurel in losing her Susannah and the more the season went on, the more frustrated I was because SUSANNAH IS A TERRIBLE MOTHER. She's arguably a shit sister. She is, within the narrative itself without looking for subtext, someone who is really fucked up! And what do we have to show for it! Nothing! The show did absolutely NOTHING with what they set up for her and never once interrogates how fucking demented she is to tell a fucking sixteen year old on her death bed to watch out for Conrad. poor Conrad. You love Conrad. He loves you. This isn't even because I think Jeremiah is the better person/brother (I do) but on any level you swing it, that is seriously fucked up to ask that of a teenager. As a grown ass woman!! What is wrong with you! Why are you asking her to watch out for your grown ass son AND ONLY the one son? When Jeremiah walked into the room after that?? It's like fuck did you forget you're a mother to TWO people here?

Removing Jeremiah entirely, that would still be so supremely fucked up and that is just one thing of the many things that have shown cracks in Susannah's life and experiences that now? We'll never get to explore. Laurel, hold my hand. Go to therapy with me. You will see the truth in time.

Conrad is a fucking terror of a human being. I'm sorry, I cannot understand how or why he has so many fucking defenders especially from anyone with a fully developed prefrontal cortex. "He's mourning his mother" "he doesn't know how to express his feelings" "love it when he's petty! king!" like what is wrong with all of you. This isn't to say "omg your ship is soooo bad because it's unhealthy" because whatever, do what you want. But for so many to argue with their whole chests that Conrad is like an angel sent from heaven that is tortured and misunderstood and to mean that with utter sincerity has me convinced 1) every single one of you is also 16, never been in love before and/or in love with the toxicity of an emo bad boy or 2) loves the toxic drama. Which if it's the second, that's fine! But it's rare (if ever) that it's someone acknowledging that Conrad is a big fucking red flag.

I know the drill. I know what the endgame is. I haven't read the books but I don't have to. I understand Narratives. Conrad is going to "grow" and "develop" and the narrative will "prove" that fuck whatever Belly chooses, fuck the objectively more mature and more insightful and person who actively communicates with Belly even as a teenager that is Jeremiah, the show will contrive some way to bring Belly and Conrad together because they're Meant to Be or some shit.

Fuck fate. Fuck having to be emotionally manipulated and twisted around. Fuck having to being told that you're not mature enough and grow up from the same person throwing constant temper tantrums. Fuck the age difference honestly. Fuck the fact that this person always saw her as a little kid until she flirted with someone else.

I don't condone violence but Laurel's slap? Idk I think Belly needed that reality check. She needs to leave both of these boys alone. She needs to be in therapy, she needs to be single, and needs to let go of this idea that the world revolves around her.

I hate this dumb show so fucking much.

Can't wait for the next season.

#seek streams #the summer i turned pretty #the summer i turned pretty spoilers #tsitp #tsitp spoilers

[asirensrage]

I wish you would write a fic where...

This is totally coming off the back off the dealing with unwanted attention fic but Daryl Dixon intervening after seeing X reader/OC when he sees her getting harassed by creepy guy who asks if she now lives alone after hearing of family member passing away, creep thinking she's on her own and an easy target.

Oh man, you know that he'd be so good at that too. Fair warning, this got away from me a bit and I barely read it over after writing lol. It's also been a long time since I've watched The Walking Dead, but you know how I feel about this whole thing. I did it in the same style as Dealing With Unwanted Attention. Hope you like it.

You sit there, on the stairs of the home that you once shared with them, fiddling with a necklace. It's too quiet inside, too painful to have to walk around and know that it's never going to be the same. The things that they loved are just reminders that they never came back. That you're alone.

"Hey, stranger!"

You wince at the voice, hoping that if you just don't acknowledge it, he'll leave you alone. You don't have the energy to deal with it. Not when the last time you saw each other, he kept trying to convince you that you needed him. That you could keep each other company. As though the idea didn't make you retch, even without dealing with your grief.

"You look lonely," he says, stopping in front of you. His shadow falls on you, blocking the sun. "You know you're always welcome--"

"I'm not," you say. "I don't want company." It's true. There are so many of the others who are still trying to pretend like things are okay and it doesn't feel right to push your grief onto them when so many have suffered the same thing.

"Come on," he reaches forward, ignoring the way you try to lean back out of his touch. "You shouldn't be alone. It's not safe, y'know."

"Don't think she wants to be touched," a new voice adds. You both look, seeing Daryl walking towards you. His eyes are on the man in front of you.

"I'm just trying to help," the man says, raising his hands in mock surrender. Like he hasn't been trying to lure you away from this place since they died and left you alone. "Give a shoulder to cry on."

Daryl does not look impressed. He glances towards you. "You want him around?"

You shake your head no, hoping that you're not about to piss the man off. It's not like anyone would notice if he broke in to confront you later.

"You heard 'em," Daryl says, stepping closer until he's somewhat between you and the man. The other man steps back. "Your shoulder ain't welcome, got it?"

The man's eyes narrow but he forces a smile. "Just tryin' to be friendly."

"Don't think we need that type of friendly," Daryl says back. He remains standing, silent and steady, as though he's a stone guard waiting to come to life at the slightest provocation. "They ain't interested."

"Fine," his voice is tense though and you can't help but try to make yourself a bit smaller with the way he glares at you. He leaves though and that's all you can ask for.

Daryl remains there until the man is out of sight. Then he finally steps away, giving you more space before he turns to look at you. "You alright?"

"Yeah," you say. "Thanks."

"Was nothing," he says. "Seen men like that. Thinks your easy prey now, don't he?" He looks off in the direction that the man left before turning back to you. "Sure you don't want to room with the others?"

"I..." your voice cuts out and you shake you head. "I can't. It's all..."

"Yeah," he says, his voice softer. "I get it." He sighs before nodding to himself. "I'll make sure he knows not to bother you again. Let the others know to keep a lookout this way. Keep an eye on him."

You don't know Daryl well but you've seen what he's capable of. You know how the others speak of him. You give a small smile, the most you can muster at this time. "Thank you."

He nods and after a moment, walks off. You don't exactly feel better but you feel safer now knowing someone's going to look out for you. Especially him.

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could i bother u for more thoughts on faith and max in a mock apple orchard 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

@gayafsatan — I would absolutely LOVE to brainstorm some fun ideas of them in a mock apple orchard!!

I've been replaying again so they've been rotating around in my mind a lot extra hard and was especially thinking about mock apple picking bc the botanical labs also has a lil orchard where you can pick mock apples up off the ground! But I'm currently in Roseway so oughhh.. ideas....

I want you now I am going to ramble a LOT so please bear with me I swearsies it'll be more fun if we get the full lore dump from my brain 😩💖💕

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(I AM GOING TO TALK ABT ROSEWAY THOUGHTS AS A WHOLE AND THEN EASE INTO SOME SILLY MOCK APPLE ORCHARD IDEAS AT THE END OKAY. OKAY ILY THANK YOU).

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My thoughts are very chaotic and rambly so let me try to walk though my ideas lmao

Roseway is typically where I peg Faith's death wish arc happening, and to summarize what all that entails, it's when the mask slips and the weight of everything finally hits her in full force.

I always envision this story happening over a long period of time so a lot of time has passed since first arriving at Edgewater and the Groundbreaker.

Halcyon. Her situation. Her identity. The life Phineas threw her into abruptly and his expectations for her. Making split second moral decisions where no matter what someone is going to get hurt. Being so alien and alone, no one to understand her or believe in her predicament but having to be the mysterious competent captain regardless.

It finally gets to her. Bad. And she makes some self destructive decisions. She gets sloppy, careless, hoping someone else will end this nightmare for her. Until they almost do.

I am swiftly brushing past many details so we don't get too lost in the sauce. But Max went after her, found her collapsed and injured bad, carried her back to the ship for Ellie to do whatever she could, and then stayed by her side for as long as it took for her to wake up.

This is such a key moment for them getting closer. Because there was a lot of frustration and emotion and being forced to confront the possibility of feelings existing, but nothing they fully understand or are ready to acknowledge as such yet.

She tries to brush past the subject of what happened, deflecting everything until he raises his voice in a way he hasn't since she gave him the journal and she threatened he never talk like that to her again. And it was enough to break through her facade, for her to show just how utterly broken and vulnerable she is, and they have a proper fucking conversation about where she's at mentally. He still isn't ready for the truth about her life before. But it's a step forward.

There is a lot of patience and understanding and just. Yeah. A lot happens here. Some walls come down. There grows some room for them to become softer and closer over more time.

All of this is important because a short piece I had written a long time ago took place in this area roughly after this incident.

It was a personal outlet vent piece, I will be honest. When I wrote it it was after I had a very bad panic attack after an awful scare. And I wrote it into Faith because I just wanted to get some feelings from that experience out of my system.

The shortened version of that one is Faith recovering from a bad episode, trying to calm her breathing, waiting for her ears to stop ringing and for her vision to come back. Her legs gave out on her and she was sitting under the mock apple trees. Her voice locks up on her when she's seriously distressed. Yadda yadda yadda, Max had brought along his datapad so she could communicate anything important and she was incredibly confused because she knows he doesn't like using his datapad ever and then rendered even more speechless to know he brought it specifically for her in case something like this were to happen again. It ends with her just asking if he would keep talking to her, and they sit there under the mock apple trees for a while, in no particular rush to get anywhere.

And after this point, I think the mock apple orchards become a really peaceful, therapeutic spot for her when she just wants a moment to herself. Sits there, breathes, takes in the Roseway scenery and collects herself before jumping back into the horrors of Halcyon. Spends some time picking mock apples to take back to the ship.

I've been having a lot of ideas of her asking Max to go with her. I'm of the mind if she'd ask directly that he'd either decline, or at least pretend to be uninterested but she's the one who asked so he accepts the offer.

But I can see her being vague and just saying that she's heading out if he'd join her and she leads him to the orchards. By this point they're already often in each other's company, she indulges his interests often, letting him be the one who is finally listened to. But in general, they get along very well in conversation when it comes to a handful of similar interests and their personalities and attitudes bounce off of each other well.

(In my story anyway, since she spends an extended amount of time in Edgewater and the Vale, there was also a lot of time spent doing some early bonding with Max. So do with that info what you will. They're not likeee besties yet but they're much more than strangers by this point, ya'know? Just to get an idea of where their familiarity with each other is at and why there's enough respect and trust to some extent already existing. Not to mention how much time they had spent on the Groundbreaker).

They'd be having such a peaceful time away from the rest of the crew.

Oughhh hear me out, okay, Faith loves to bake. She doesn't even ask, she just makes Max hold her bag open while she starts collecting mock apples and after they finally head back to the ship she figures out how to make mock apple pie for the crew 😭 we already know Max doesn't care much for sweets (I wonder how sweet or tart a mock apple pie would be.. Faith girl what all Halcyon ingredients are you adding to that bad boy) but.. what if.... After everyone goes to bed...... He tries some anyway........ Because she made it..........

Most of what's bouncing around in my brain is them early on having wholesome bonding time in a spot just for the two of them. Just enjoying each other's company. Realizing they have genuine respect for each other, Faith feeling like she found a genuine friend who went to lengths further than anyone had in her entire life to make sure she survived. I am specifying Faith's feelings here intentionally. I write Max in a more complicated spot very blinded by his revenge scheme more or less unaware for a long while just how much the lines start blurring between his faith and his Faith. To put it succinctly. (Look I know I'm always drawing The Good Stuff™️ but in actuality their relationship is suchhhh a slow burn. They are not the most romantically inclined people lmao).

But also.. once she realizes she can talk to him when she needs to. I think coming back to this spot, off the ship, away from the crew, she just likes it there. She likes being there with him. She finds comfort in that spot.

OKAY BUT DO YOU KNOW WHAT ELSE WOULD BE CUTE.... they should come back here.. post-scylla and post-gorgon...... Ya'know......... The first being when they establish not wanting to be apart and the second being when they want to make that partnership a permanent one......... ASKING HER IN THE MOCK APPLE ORCHARDS WOULDN'T THAT BE DARLING ough okay I need a minute my brain is going too fast to comprehend

My Roseway ideas aren't the most cleaned up I know BUT so many important bonding moments exist and oughhhh LOOSE IDEAS ARE STILL WORTH TALKING ABOUT OKAYYYYY

I just want them to go mock apple picking together and learn how to get smiles out of each other and not understand why it makes their chests hurt but they know they need to do it again

ACTUALLYYYYY post-scylla when he's much more mellowed out and they're the closest they've been I think would be so so nice. they'd be so much softer and he'd probably be so much more involved in wanting to enjoy silly lil activities with her.....

Currently imagining him reading out loud to her, all the conversations they'd have, maybe he brings his tossball cards to show her, maybe they bring one of the lil games, have a lil makeshift picnic....

Godddd the transition between just how much enthusiasm he shows spending time with her is enough to make me explode. Can you see my vision. The reluctance, to the hesitancy, to becoming absolutely inseparable.

I HAVE A LOT TO THINK ABOUT BUT I'M GETTING SLEEPY SO SENDING IT!!!!!!

Literally feel free to add on or share your own thoughts I'm begging you lmao I promise there is so much room for ideas to be fleshed out and better put together, I'm mostly just spitballing what all I think would be incredibly fun ideas to work with. Plus I'm kind of thinking across the timeline and how much their relationship would change between each visit. And how over time they would enjoy it more and more and make each visit more special than the last.

WAIT BEFORE I LOSE THE THOUGHT!! They make a stop RIGHT BEFORE HEADING TO SCYLLA TO GO TO THE HERMIT'S LODGE!! Oh that could hurt so good omgggg. Okay okay I need to stop now I NEED TO STOP.

#MY DEAR FRIEND I WROTE SO MUCH I APOLOGIZE AHEAD OF TIME #I had a LOT of roseway thoughts I needed to get out of my system #that lead into why the mock apple orchards would be such a special spot they'd want to keep returning to 😭 #my thoughts are all a mess tho I know I know I have a lot that's needs cleaning up and better fleshed out #but hey! what's the point of having ideas if you can't talk about them no matter what stage of development they're at!! #enjoy my long winded roseway ramble #I really do think the orchards would make such a lovely spot to just be alone and bond #not that it was ever their intention. it certainly wasn't supposed to happen he'd think. #yet there he is. unable to deny her invitation and realizing all too late how many details about her he has committed to memory #always so collected and calculated. never stumbling on his words. always knowing just what to say. #until it comes to her. until she days his name. until her voice like a siren song has his tongue tied in knots. #'vicar max if you prefer brevity' he tells her. yet maximillian she'll call him. letting his name linger on her lips for as long as possible #I think I need to go lay down #faith and max #my writing #long post #says*