#not even mentioning the guilt of knowing. in some ways. that ur the reason hes dead

[noisyghost]

just put a bandaid on it

#OC #mira #ark #gore // #blood // #it's about. the cinematic parallels #something something la pieta #thinking wistfully about how ark died in miras arms and she traded immortality to bring him back to life #and then 6 months later he falls in love with someone else #and of course immortality means nothing if shes going to have to live without him #but imagine u trade everything for someone and you lose them either way #not even mentioning the guilt of knowing. in some ways. that ur the reason hes dead #lol. lmao even.

[clerc16]

gorgeous lies

summary: is it a gorgeous lie, or is it just a dreadful truth?

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: a little angst, open ending i guess? cursing, mentions of a rocky relationship

Normally, you didn’t think about the concept of soulmates. It didn’t cross your mind. Until you met Charles; and that changed your whole perspective.

He was always there with you, for you; and you were always there for him. That’s just the way it was.

Relaxing days off were a necessity in your relationship. Calm days spent tangled between white, crisp bedsheets while small, sweet nothings were whispered and short stories were shared. Both of your lives seemed to stop once these days occurred - you were only thinking about each other while the world went on with their lives.

Honesty was very important, too. Both of your promises and words were always fulfilled. It was like an unspeakable vow; it was never really officiated but it was known.

Well, that’s what you thought anyway.

That’s what you thought, until the day you mistook Charles’ phone for yours. You tried unlocking it, but you realised that the Face ID didn’t recognise your face until it was too late.

“mate just tell her u should take a break. it’s better than to lead her on when u don’t even portray ur real feelings” read the text message. You didn’t even know who it was from - maybe Pierre, maybe Joris, maybe Arthur or Lorenzo - and frankly, you didn’t care.

You left as soon as you could. No explanation, no reasoning.

“my love, is everything ok? i’m here if u need me” Charles’ text said. You read it over so many times you memorised it. The fact he easily called you my love when he was unsure of his feelings. The way he easily made you believe him even when he didn’t believe himself.

The way you were so unbelievably attracted to him, like two opposite ends of a magnet, and all that just shattered.

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days. And Charles’ phone never got a notification that you responded.

Naturally, he came over to your house after two very long days. When you saw him on your doorstep, you wanted to slam the door in his face. But you didn’t. Instead, you ‘invite’ him in.

“Are you here to lie to me again?” You stammer. His eyebrows furrow as his eyes look deep into yours.

“What?”

“Or are you here to tell me we should take a break?” You continue. His face contorts as he finally understands what you’re referring to.

“My love, it wasn’t what it looked like-” he begins, but you cut him off as you laugh.

“Don’t my love me right now. I’m not stupid. I’m not a child. Just... get it over with, Charles. Please, just go.” You respond, your voice cracking.

Hearing the evident pain in your voice as it cracked caused his heart to crack, too.

And without another word, he was gone. Forever? Possibly.

Days dragged on like years. Days were spent crying; out of sadness, out of guilt, out of regret. They blended into one another but each one of them stuck out, sharp as a pin.

The one day that stood out the most, though, was the final day of a devastating week. Friday.

A knock on your door caused you to groan as you forced yourself off the couch.

“Is this Ms... L/N?” The man at the door asked. You hummed shortly.

“I have a delivery for you,” he says with a small smile as he places a huge bouquet of your favourite flower on your front door. You thank him as you drag it inside.

You weren’t stupid. You knew it was Charles.

Attached to the flowers was a note. You sighed as you opened it and began reading.

“Y/N,

I promise, none of this was a lie. Well, maybe some of it. But none of it was negative, I swear. It may seem like it was all a lie, but it wasn’t. Everytime I called you my love or told you I love you wasn’t a lie. None of it was. Please give me a chance to explain. I owe you an explanation, please let me do it.

I love you, I swear.

- Charles.”

You sigh once more as you fold up the note, the decision already clear in your mind.

thank you for reading! i hope this was worth it, please don’t be a ghost reader :)

#charles leclerc #f1 #charles leclerc x reader #scuderia ferrari #f1 x reader #f1 x you #charles leclerc imagine #formula 1 #charles leclerc x you #fanfics

[starspyder]

𝘐 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘔𝘺 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘕𝘦𝘢𝘵 // 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳

Summary: Dean Winchester is a hardened man. While he would love to, he can’t maintain a proper relationship due to his line of work. With how much of a sweetheart you are, Dean finds it almost impossible to keep you at an arm’s distance.

Warnings: implied age gap but it's not fully mentioned (reader is 27, Dean is 40 in this if ur curious), moderate angst, AQUAPHOBIA WARNING (almost-drowning), witches, canon-typical violence, Dean saves you hehe, fluff, lowkey grumpy x sunshine, Dean is in denial and thinks you deserve better than him, self-hatred, guilt on Dean’s part, you’re both into each other but he’s so scared of hurting you, Southern!Reader bc i said so hehehe, Dean is YEARNING

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Word Count: 1462

Dean would never consider himself soft. Sure, he was good with kids, but only because he basically had to raise Sam by himself. Those experiences in his own childhood slipped from his hands like sand in an hourglass, and that little ball of softness went right with it. 

Until one case in Louisiana, when it practically fell right into his arms. 

He and Sam had been there tracking a coven of witches in New Orleans, like something straight out of American Horror Story. Based on the news reports, the victims were all friends or family of one of the suspected witches– likely her initiation into the group, to prove she was worthy. A young girl had gotten caught in the crossfire, simply because she was roommates with one of them, and accidentally led the Winchesters right to the coven. 

He’d seen you right before they began the real hunt, having gone back to your house for a final round of questioning. Truthfully, he’d gone by to flirt his way into checking the house for any hex bags, but your witchy roommate was good about keeping it out of her living space. When he didn’t find anything, he couldn’t seem to deny your offer for a cup of coffee, while you did your best to inquire about the case. 

“Why do you think Rebecca is involved?” You asked, somewhat nervously. 

You sat across from Dean as he sat on the couch, cross-legged in a papasan chair, one hand tapping your thigh nervously and the other holding your floral patterned mug. 

“We’re just trying to rule her out as a suspect, Ma’am. As soon as we do that, the sooner we can get to figuring out what’s been happening around here.” He had reassured you. “Are you sure you haven’t been noticing any irregularities in her routine?” 

“We have each other on some tracking app, just to be safe, y’know? She tells me that she leaves her job at 7:30 every Thursday, which is a fifteen minute drive from here. Rebecca would always tell me when she should be home, just in case anything happened,” You sighed. 

Dean’s eyebrows raised as he waited patiently for you to continue. 

“About three months ago, she just kinda’ stopped doin’ it. She’s been going out a lot more than normal, with a big group of girls– met ‘em at work, she said.” “Do you know where they’ve been going?” 

“Mostly just to clubs around town. I checked one day because she hadn’t been home all night and I was worried. Her last location was some place near Lake Pontchartrain, a few miles deep into the woods. I tried finding it online, but nothing turned up. Rebecca hates being outside, she hates camping and all that stuff, so there’s no reason for her to be there.” 

“Do you happen to have an exact location?” 

Your head shook. “It’s a big area, not a lot of cell towers.” 

Dean leaned forward and took your hand, which had still been tapping against your leg. “I’ll take whatever you’re willing to give me, Sweetheart.” The next night, a Thursday, Sam and Dean had tracked the coven down to some ritual spot in the middle of the forest. It didn’t take them long, considering that half a mile out, they could hear terrified cries for help. 

They found you, tied to a tree and begging for your life as the witches teased and taunted you– even the girl who you told them you considered your best friend. 

“You know, Y/N, you’re just too sweet sometimes. You even let an entire coven slip under your nose, because you couldn’t think for a second that your best friend would ever hurt you.” Rebecca sneered, kneeling in front of you and tracing the swell of your cheek with a knife.

“Please, Becca, don't hurt me, I won’t tell anyone!” You cried, tugging against the ropes that cut into your wrists. 

Dean was ready to jump out and kill her right then, but Sam’s arm across his chest kept him at bay. For now. “Don’t hurt me! Please, spare me. Killing you is the key to getting everything I’ve ever wanted! You’re the one who kept telling me to do what I wanted for once!” Dean watched as the large bonfire cast an orange glow over your terrified features, and his chest ached that he couldn’t quell that fear. It made him think back to Lisa, how much he cared for her. Only after a week, wasDean absolutely enamored with you. 

It didn’t take long for the brothers to swing into action, killing the witches with surprising ease. They were plenty in number, but their skill couldn’t rival the brothers’ experience. 

As Sam cut your ropes, Dean was chasing after Rebecca as she chanted out a string of Latin. By the time he killed her, the damage had been done and you were writhing on the forest floor, water coming out of your mouth like there was a well in your lungs. 

You collapsed into Dean’s arms, grasping at your throat as your eyes watered, chest heaving through the pain. 

“Find the fucking bag!” Dean yelled, maneuvering you on your knees, face pointed at the ground as you drowned in open air. Sam dropped to the ground, fumbling through piles of leaves and dirt to find the offending item. In the scramble, the hex bag was kicked near the fire, causing Dean to yank his gun out and shoot it, breaking the spell. 

You gasped for breath like a fish out of water as you coughed up the last of the water wheezing and panicking from the fear. “It's okay, you’re safe.” Dean comforted, holding you to his chest as your body was wracked with sobs.

“I’ve got you, Sweetheart.” 

When they were leaving town, Dean made one last stop to visit you in the hospital where you were recovering. 

“How are you feelin’, Sweetheart?” He asked, sitting next to your hospital bed. The doctors had decided to keep you for observation for a few days, citing potential damage to your lungs. 

“Like hell,” You said with a grin. “Y’all headin’ off?” 

Dean nodded. “Gotta head back home. Do you have anywhere you’re planning on going once you’re out of this dump?” 

“Not really. I don’t have any family I’m close to, so nobody to couch-surf with. I’m definitely leavin’, though. ‘M not quite sure where I’ll end up.” 

He could hear the tinge of sadness in your voice. He knew what it was like to not have a family, a place to call home. He knew it all too well. 

“Come with us.” 

The rest was history. 

Dean couldn’t help but think back to that day often. How lucky he was to have saved at least one life that day. Your life. 

He often felt dirty. You were a bright young girl, who could’ve had a great future, had you not been caught up in the mess of their lives. Not once did you ever complain, going with the flow and learning what you could to help them. You were so selfless, almost to a fault; you put up with his temper, his yelling, and when he was feeling particularly annoying. You helped clean his wounds when he was hurt, and when he was once sick, you made him tomato and rice soup, that tasted just like what Mary would make when he still held his innocence. 

Dean took his whiskey neat, while you stuck to those same girly cocktails that Sam swore he didn't like.

You were too good to be tarnished by the likes of Dean Winchester. 

Dean would always be an eternally bitter man who was constantly angry at something. He rose early due to incessant nightmares, drinking black coffee at three in the morning to stave off his near constant exhaustion. When those nightmares were about you, as they often were, nowadays, he would poke his head in your bedroom just a few doors down, his heart rate calming at how soft you looked, wrapped up in your blankets and a small light on your desk casting a warm light around the room. 

Your skin would always glow under the light, illuminating your features and the curve of your nose, how your hair fell into your face and how you would let out a wistful sigh every so often. 

You were such a stark contrast to the man who stood in your doorway almost every night. If Dean was marble, you were a flower that could be crushed under it. He was the knife, you were the sacrificial lamb. No matter what universe, Dean would ultimately be your demise, just like everyone else in his life. 

As he would gently close the door, he would take one last look at you and whisper one sentence. 

“You’re too sweet for me.”

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester angst #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fluff #starspyderfics #supernatural #supernatural x reader

[letsgetrowdy43]

omg the first two parts of the hughes sister and adam is so good ur writing is so nice.

need a part where adam and reader explain to luke how they didnt know when they started going out and lukes reaction

The apology—

Au Masterlist!!

Luke and you had not talked since his tantrum in the hotel room (I would be pissed too if I was him, but I always support women's wrongs.)

Not to mention the way that he had ignored you like the plague the moment you both landed back in Michigan.

If there was one thing besides hockey Luke was good at, it was holding grudges (tell me I'm wrong. you can't. I'm always right.)

You on the other hand were distraught, over the entire last 24 hours in halifax

Not only did you have to say goodbye to all your family members and return back to Umich for the winter semester, but your best friend was no longer on speaking terms with you.

You saw Adam a handful of times in the next month, opting to put a pause on your relationship until you figured your shit out

Adam was really good at making you feel better about the guilt (which is a big reason you asked to take a break)

You needed the guilt, you needed to feel bad about it all so you could apologize to Luke for breaking his trust.

Luke Warren Hughes is a bitch for making you cry and doubt your morals like that (I keep it real)

Adam on the other hand was obviously upset about it but was more mad at Luke for being okay with letting his little sister suffer over something so stupid.

Luke and Adam definitely got into it one day at practice

They are doing drills when one of the other boys makes a comment about how Adam was being uptight (cause he's no longer getting laid 🤭)

That comment really hit a weak spot for Luke and while they were scrimmaging he and Adam got into a scrum (Adam fighting 😼)

Naurato and Nolan pulled both boys from practice and brought them into the office

Nolan absolutely ripped into them for bringing their personal issues onto the ice and spewed some (as both Luke and Adam would say) bullshit about breaking the bond of the team.

Both the boys sat in silence as they awaited their dismissal

But before they both left Adam stopped Luke in the doorway to finally address the situation

"I know you're mad, be mad at me all you want, I don't care, but don't torture your sister," he said with exhaustion filling his tone, as he walked out of the office.

Luke was definitely taken aback

So he got home to the sophomore house and gave you a call

"Lu? Is everything okay?" your voice filled with worry as he let out a sigh on the other end of the call.

"I want us to figure this out." "Can I come over to talk?" "Please."

and that's how you ended up in your brother's room, with a sad look on your face as he hugged you and shut the door behind him.

I like to picture the four other boys living in the house sitting by the door trying to listen in on the conversation (these boys live and breathe for a good drama session)

The two siblings sat there tensely for a second before you finally started to explain

"I had no idea who he was, up until the hockey party" you confessed, slight guilt about allowing it to continue after a certain point (let's be fr she's not that guilty... I mean have you seen Adam??)

Luke was still having trouble understanding why you would go after Adam, even after finding out that he was on the team, knowing the rule that middle school Luke and yourself made

"I really like him, Lu, he's the first boy I've felt a genuine connection with," you softly smiled, face turning a light shade of pink as you thought about the past few months.

"Meeting him on my own terms and him not knowing about Jacky, Quinner, or you was the best part, cause I didn't have to feel like I had something to prove"

Luke just sat there with parted lips while staring at the slight embarrassment on your face as you spilt your guts

He'd never thought of it that way

He had no idea you'd been insecure about this type of thing

"He's really worth it?" Luke joked as you bit back a smile and nodded your head, "he really is."

Luke nodded slowly and pulled you in for another hug, the tears that you had been holding in let themselves go as you began hugging him back

At that moment he made a silent promise to never ignore you again, not like the way he had, not to let you suffer

"You're really sure he's okay? Cause I have no problem fighting him in your honour"

A laugh passed your lips, "I already heard about your little scrum this morning"

Luke is a softie for his little sister (confirmed)

#tinydancerau!! #adam fantilli #adam fantilli x reader #adam fantilli imagine #luca fantilli #luke hughes #quinn hughes #umich hockey #jack hughes #umich imagine

[attorneys-against-court-violence]

Let's talk about this moment real quick. Spoilers for Dual Destinies, especially the final case:

I've made me jests, but...

Athena isn't confused here because she's stupid.

She's confused because she's spent the better part of 7 years training, studying, and fighting her inner demons for the sole purpose of saving Simon. He was (and still is) one of the most important people in her life and now he's saying that it isn't? After all of this?

Simon is a key part of Athena's trauma, that he'd go and throw his life away for seemingly no reason at all (her memories of UR-1 blocked out with only the grim setting of the courtroom he was sentenced to death in being vivid). Her mother was dead, Aura was no doubt incandescent and wondering why Simon is covering for the true killer, and she was sent to Europe away from her friend Juniper (though they did exchange letters).

The day Phoenix inspired her to pursue a career as an attorney, she had some way of reaching out to and maybe even saving someone she knew from her past. The last tether to happier days in the Space Centre before UR-1, one that knew and forged a strong student-master bond with her mother Metis Cykes. Fighting hard to break out of her shell and become as physically and mentally strong as she could. She says as much during her conversation with him above, and to Phoenix & Pearl in the detention centre earlier that day/

She practically changed her entire personality over that period of time to be as strong as she possibly could be - enough that her childhood friend didn't recognise her at first:

All driven by a desire to salvage what she saw as a terrible mistake. If she could save this one person from her past, then perhaps they'll both have a chance at making peace with what happened that day.

With how well Simon knew the Cykes - seeing them for more than their stoic and awkward exteriors - it's fair to say they were familiar with one another. Athena's fixation on him is partly a result of trauma, yes, but it also speaks to unspoken happy memories of this black-clad dork who visits her mother and seems to understand her better than most anyone else did... even compared to her mother, it felt at times.

And he does understand her, knowing how to push and test her abilities in court and forming silent plans to catch the phantom together despite spending 7 years apart.

One of the bad endings for Turnabout for Tomorrow - where they fail to crack Simon's testimony - mentions that Athena left the office after the fact. Ignoring that they skipped over Clay's trial for a moment, we hear that Apollo and Phoenix take this event rather poorly, yet we don't hear a peep about Athena:

I can only speculate. Maybe that's the point; leaving us to wonder what Athena did after she failed to save Simon from his execution date. I'm sure Simon died reassuring himself about how Athena no longer has to bear the guilt for her mother's death. But I doubt that's any comfort given her intense reaction to re-living memories of failing to save him the first time.

Near and dear. Again. She's already failed to save someone she describes as near and dear - on par with Juniper at least - and she's left frozen in shock at the prospect of failing a second time.

She's confused by the notion that Simon's life isn't important because of just how much she values it. How she had no option but to save him, or be locked back into that dark place she entered when that horrible trial ended - knowing she's failed a dear friend because of how foolish she is.

#turn your thinking around! #psyche-lock cracking #the cykes brigade is totally cyked! #prosecutor birdman #psych siblings #rare moon of hope #judge junie #if you're wondering how i manage to spill these off-the-cuff. so am i! #ace attorney spoilers #dual destinies spoilers #aa5 spoilers

[hueningshaped]

★ way home | c.sb

▰ genre: angst but mainly comfort

▰ word count: 2.9k

▰ synopsis: platonic/found family trope + hanging out with the guys aka your bffs doesn’t just mean fun, it also means a temporary escape

warnings: eating habits, description of anxiety attack, vaguely implied unhealthy household

a/n: this one’s for those who relate to matilda by harry styles — this is super self indulgent but i just wanted to write something for me and if anyone feels the way i do, i truly wish us all the best. you deserve so much love, joy, freedom, safety, and you don’t have to feel bad for doing what you need to do to feel any of that. if you need anyone to talk to, please know i’m always available and here for you.

There’s not a lot that can comfort you, especially when there’s so much chaos, turmoil, despair all around you and in your head, but being with the guys has to be number one on the list.

Considering how long you’ve been friends with the guys, along with how messy everything has been since forever, it was only a matter of time before they grew to at least see the surface of it all.

Even if they did catch onto a few things, no one mentioned anything, but they always made sure to let you know that you were welcome any time of any day, and that meant everything to you. This is the same reason you find yourself trembling as you’re walking to their house, adrenaline still coursing through your veins and panic still running rampant through your system. Your fear of their inevitable knowledge had quite a grip you.

The sun was due to officially dip down behind the clouds. It had been about twenty minutes since you’d messaged Soobin if it was alright if you could come over, and within a few minutes, he had obliged as kind as ever.

from: the yn and only

hey soobin !! would it be possible for me to come over ? if not, that’s totally ok ^_^ just wanted to know

from: soobz

HWAT of course !!!! :-) ur always welcome over <33

Typically, when discussing these matters, they’d ask if you needed a ride because truthfully you always did, but considering that he hadn’t asked, you decided to walk half an hour to get a bus. And it was a good idea because you really needed air and any other noise to unwind before visiting.

It was a little chilly despite the heat that the afternoon had brought in, and your sweater just wasn’t enough it seemed, so you were really trying to pull it together before getting on a bus that would be filled with a crowd.

But, like some sort of miracle, you hear the one and only Bebe Rexha with unabashed sing-screaming that’s coming from a few blocks down and making its way towards you.

“Yo, Y/N!” You hear your voice called before you turn to see the owners of such a raucous, one that you cherish so.

“We’re lucky we took a wrong street to pick you up and saw you…” Yeonjun playfully scolds, wagging his finger at you from the driver seat, as Beomgyu shuffles over in the back to make room for you.

“But wait, why are you walking?” Taehyun pipes up, gazing into your eyes.

“Oh, no! It’s because… I forgot to let Y/N know we were picking them up…” your heart clenches at the guilt marring Soobin’s face with a frown and regretful eyes.

A lump forms in your throat, and you try to laugh it off, suddenly becoming too self aware of your body language.

“No, it’s just that I…” you trail off. Bless their hearts for not having driven by your house. Chaos over flooded into your very yard, and it had been a miracle you were able to make it out without attracting attention. “I just felt too bad to ask you to come and get me.”

Kai whines loudly from the very backseat, his long legs visible through the rear window.

“See what you do, Soobin!” Beomgyu chides and you all laugh, using that as your cue to enter the full vehicle.

The car ride is fun, just like any other time shared with them. Soobin asks about your day, Yeonjun will go around to see if any of you want to stop by any store or place to pick up food, Taehyun links his arm with yours as Beomgyu and Kai fill the rest of the pleasant, silent spaces with their mellifluous chatter.

The moon has taken its place and you’re at their dorm, still eating the ice cream cones that Kai had forced everyone to get since he didn’t want to eat by himself—although you were grateful since ice cream was such a comforting treat to you. Maybe in some way he knew, but it mattered not when all of you were enjoying it.

Beomgyu initiates a game on his Switch, which Taehyun joins, but the tone changes entirely when Yeonjun suggests a prize and decides to play, as well. You and Kai opt to watch from another couch, where Soobin is seated below on the rug. (All of you compromised for this since you three couldn’t fit on the couch).

It’s all high spirits and even in limbo, you think you can breathe, reveling in the nonfatal quietude and breaks from it.

Beomgyu wins a few rounds, singing, cheering, dancing by himself; his mouth runs so fast and so loudly, so full of glee and life, you smile fondly without realizing.

Even though there’s so much life and vibrancy that the guys carry and hold, it’s a loudness you can’t find yourself associating with disorder; in fact, you search for it and lean towards it like a flower to the sun.

Soobin is leaning his head on your thigh, enjoying the way you’re moving it around and making it jump.

“Aw, my hair’s gonna get messy,” he complains quietly, not tearing his eyes away from the competition and its competitors. The game’s getting a little loud. He pouts but keeps his head planted on your leg nonetheless.

“Oh, but you like it like that, Soobin!” Kai giggles from beside you and it makes you do so, too, and you poke his side.

“You’re a little too comfortable dropping honorifics with Soob, Hyuka,” you tease, and he pokes you back, blowing raspberries with every playful jab.

The air is all lighthearted then your breath is run dry from laughter, but it dissipates like a last breath of air in outer space with the explosion of noise and that same energy of how it is in your household.

Lingering fumes of wrong body language, scary and jerky movements, unbridled screams that all but poison you little by little. It’s just shouting, playful arguing, but it all looks so real. The nightmare takes over this dream. You beg for it to go away, but it can’t be helped. Every time you’re in that house, even in that environment, let alone in the presence of anything resembling whatever you see at home, you simply cannot breathe.

The soft plush underneath Soobin’s cheek tightens and freezes from its reign of hops. He pouts at first, glancing up to see your eyes are ablaze and breaths are shallow.

“Hey, Y/N?” He calls out, voice barely audible above the yelling. It’s playful, you know it, and so would any other person know it, but your thundering heart isn’t so convinced.

While avoiding Yeonjun from repercussions of his antics, Taehyun bumps into Beomgyu, who accidentally kicks the glassware from the coffee table, and you’re even more taut like a rubber band. It’s funny because they’re just being loud and dramatic, but you’re scared, and you know why, but you don’t know why at the same time.

You don’t know why you should be scared. It isn’t fair.

Soobin rubs your knee in circles and your shoulder with his other hand, frown hardening.

Your hands tremble and Kai takes both of them into one of his hands, using the other to touch your forehead with the backside of his palm. He smoothes back some hair, the way you like to do it on him and the way he does it on you to get a little laugh out of either of you. He engulfs you, like a hug: big and warm. It grounds you a little, feeling relief if not for a few moments.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’ll pick this up!” Taehyun quickly notices the glass before glancing towards your very wrong smile. “Oh…”

“No, I’m sorry. I can help,” you manage. You’re embarrassed, but you’re still shaking, lungs powering in overdrive to try and replace the oxygen struggling to circulate in your body.

Yeonjun and Beomgyu are chatting in the kitchen now, unaware of the consequences, voices having dropped and adrenaline having plummeted. Taehyun crouches to meet your eyes and pats your head, insisting he can do it himself with a kiss to your hairline before heading back with the two boys.

If you had returned back to your original state then, you would have noticed the palpitating, concerned look, full of love, he felt for you. It’s okay, though, because you still knew; you’d always know his and all their love.

“Sorry about that,” you apologize again, and look to Kai, who only shakes his head. There’s a gleam of panic in his eyes, but his body language defeats it, remaining steady, despite not knowing exactly what’s going on.

“I’m going to get you some water,” he says outwardly as he gets up. Soobin slides in his spot without missing a beat. What he then does is tries to get your breathing to match his. Clearly, the ordeal had tired you out, your body quickly slumping against his. You can’t help yourself; you act selfishly, relishing in the comfort and warmth he provides for you, even going so far as to wordlessly ask for more as you snuggle closer and closer.

But, he lets you, and it hurts even more, in the best way possible, because you wish it could last forever. Safety, refuge, comfort, and love.

“Sorry,” you say again. He shakes his head, tears dipping in to his dimples as he smiles reassuringly. “I was just a little scared.”

Scared that your friends were nothing more than a dream, but the nightmarish reality of your family.

“Don’t be.” He refuses your apology, sniffling. You nod, sweating from the embarrassment.

“

Once you assure you’re fine for the umpteenth time, the chatter dies down. He resolves to have you lay your head down on a pillow on his lap. Swallowing down the guilt for being so accepting and being so comfortable, you oblige. A few input sources later and you’re watching some shojo anime that he puts on, one he strategically chooses: minimizing all trauma and violence, and maximizing the serenity of slice of life.

When his ears are graced by your quiet, little laugh at something dumb that happens in the show, he feels his heart return to sender, on the backs of doves and clouds and everything good.

Taehyun and Kai attempt to be quiet as they clean up the glass and bring the water to the living room, but you assure them that everything’s okay, smiles blooming on their faces at your reassurance.

It makes you feel better, especially with how Soobin massages your temples and messes with your hair. Your eyes shut at the comforting motions, relieved. Your heart is back in its typical rhythm, in its place behind the cage of your ribs. You lean into Soobin’s hand.

Home sweet home, you think wistfully.

Yeonjun comes over with a skip in his steps to ask if anyone wants pizza. He had been made aware of the situation since Taehyun had calmly let them know.

Kai meets his eyes with a finger to his lips, glancing to your curled up figure on the sofa, and Yeonjun pouts some more, tearing up the more he thinks.

“Oh, Jjun-bug,” you open your eyes at the little noise he makes, oh so recognizable. The boys stand around the table and around Soobin. Yeonjun wears an apron his mom lent to him: frilly hems that outline pinks and blues. He jumps a little, clearly not expecting you to have woken up from your supposed nap.

“Did…did you want pizza, love?” He seems shy all of a sudden.

“I think I’ll have some, yes. You’re a great cook, you know?” The grin on his face looks exactly like the Grinch’s, so wide and like he just won a billion won.

“Oh, come on, he’s never gonna let that go! Y/N, nooooo!” Beomgyu screeches, and you flinch a little, but it still is so funny you can’t help but keep giggling. Feeling you full on laugh, Soobin continues his ministrations on your head.

Yeonjun ends up bringing the pizza to the living room table, bringing some cans of Coke and Chilsung. You and Taehyun clink the latter. It’s a nice, lighthearted meal that you feel okay enough to eat; in fact, Kai offers a few side dishes, putting some in front of you. Yeonjun places another slice on your plate. Their chatter distracts you and your internalized, complex eating habits; it’s so nice. While they make sure you’re well fed, they do let you know that there’s no pressure to eat if you truly don’t want to, but you eat well, simply enough.

Love radiates so finely from everyone and everyone of their gestures.

You and Soobin help clean the kitchen up, so you can go watch some movie that Beomgyu has been dying to show everyone.

A part of you thinks you might not have to talk about it until you find that they left you a spot with a few blankets on the sofa, your favorite plushie from Hyuka’s collection also awaiting you. They pat and smile at you expectantly. Your body betrays you, listening and acting on your heart’s feeling.

“Aw, you guys,” you start. You are ready to lightheartedly threaten that you’re going to cry but suddenly are unable to finish whatever silly statement you had set on giving, too taken by your emotions of gratitude and a hue of grief.

Your eyes sting at the most minuscule but grand gesture of love, vision blurring again, and soon, trails of warmth stream down your cheeks in rivulets. A group hug is formed around you, and usually, you’d laugh awkwardly, stiffen up and shrug it off, but you let yourself be held.

Time passes, and you feel a kiss or two on the top of your head once they finally unravel their long limbs from around you and each other. A few shy chuckles erupt when you make eye contact, seeing red eyes and noses, wet faces but overall little smiles.

You know you’re safe.

The weight of your other thoughts — some wow, this is so humiliating and the others wow, I truly don’t deserve such amazing friends — presses on, making blood rush to the tips of your ears.

“Sorry,” you apologize with a giggle, but Soobin shakes his head at that. He’s having none of it, in fact, taking your hands in his. Peering into your own eyes. His dimples appear, and on cue, it makes you smile a little wider.

“Y/N, we want you to live with us.”

Your frown returns, but your heart is quaking over your ear drums. Your vision blurs again, lips wobbling with a child like sob struggling to stay suppressed.

“We want to let you know that you can. It’s none of our business, but we just want you to feel safe and at home. You never wanna go home, but you look so happy here. That’s our offer. It’s yours to take whenever you want. There’s space here. And we all love you very much.”

You can’t help but gasp, feeling like tons were just removed from your shoulders. You smile through your tearful gaze.

Soobin dabs at your cheeks, Yeonjun reaches to catch the tears himself once you blink, Taehyun hums and rubs your back, Beomgyu rubs away his own tears and smiles his best, and Kai holds your hand.

“I…” your voice breaks, breath hitching, struggling to get the words out. They wait so patiently. “Thank you, guys. I love you guys with all my heart. I-I’ve never felt so loved—sorry. But, are you sure? You don’t have to do this. You-you don’t have to take me in. I’m—“

“We want you here,” Yeonjun speaks up with reassurance blooming all over his face. He nods, hearing your internal questions. “We mean it.”

“Y/N, we wouldn’t be offering if we didn’t want you to move in with us. You’ll always be family to us. You’ll always be welcome here. You’ll always be safe here.” Taehyun adds, rubbing your shoulder.

You nod to nothing in particular.

“It’s going to be hard,” you say, sniffling, warning them, even if they haven’t a clue of how things are, how the process will go, how you or they will take it all on, how your household will make things for you, etc. But, the fact that they still are here for you, and they love you just the same is more than enough.

Your hand is squeezed, Beomgyu taking your other hand in his and bringing it to his lips in a tender kiss.

“Well then,” Kai says softly with a gentle smile. “We’ll still be by your side. You won’t have to endure it by yourself. Not anymore.”

#txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt angst #txt comfort #tomorrow x together imagines #tomorrow x together scenarios #txt x reader #txt fluff

[posebean]

letting it leave mutual circles heres my rinky fic idea enjoy

niki gets into an accident (because of rinne) saving him or smth like getting hit by a car and so then nikis seriously injured and wakes up in a hospital covered in bandages and his arm in a sling but no memories at all not even his own name rinnes there when he wakes up and is breaking down into tears and then nikis just like. im sorry but. who are you? and rinne just stares and is like niki are uou joking

niki: niki? is that my name

rinne:

and then rinne leaves the room and niki is so confused because 1. he has no idea who he is and why he was in a hospital all beaten up and 2. he had no idea who that red haired man was and then out of exhaustion and painkillers he passes out

the next time he wakes up himeru and kohaku are there n help him out . explain to him a bit about who he is, take him out of the hospital. red haired man from earlier is nowhere to be found niki feels like he dreamed that whole scene. himeru and kohaku dont mention rinne at all idk why because if rinne wanted something stupid they wouldnt but well. gotta advance stupidity somehow i guess

its a whole thing of niki finding this red haired man trying to befriend him but rinne just acts like theyre strangers out of pure guilt and horror because the love of his life was literally on his deathbed because of him (he wasnt rinnes just being a dramatic bitch)

but theres still the fact that niki got hurt because of him and now has no memories except for standard motorskills and etc and a little innate stuff for cooking but like. no memories memories. no relationships or feelings.

and everyone at es is careful around niki because he doesnt remember and hes probe to migraines as if hes trying to remember but just cant and also for some reason he feels like a part of him is missing and he gravitates toward that red haired man he thought he hallucinated after running into rinne in the halls on coincidence one day and rinne just. tries so hard to push him away and it explodes into a whole rinne-kun why are you pushing me away i just wanna get to know you the way you act its like we knew each other before i lost all my memories

and rinnes like you dont want to know me and its better this way you really wont like scum like me and nikis like bro what are you talking about first ur saying were strangers now ur saying we do know each other and have for this whole time and rinne is like

you were my star but i put you out with my own hand lets leave it at that and then runs away and now niki has even more wuestions unanswered than answers and its a whole game where niki slowly pieces together from things scattered around his apartment, vague memories of someone else's life, something with Rinne and hes like oh and idk the chase continues until he finally corners rinne and is like rinne-kun i might not be the same anymore i might not have any memories of you at all but now i know is that the me in the past was the most dearest to you and i know you feel like you are the reason hes gone and feel the need to punish yourself but i dont think hed want that he pushed you out of the way of that car for a reason i may not be the same, i may not have the memories that we used to share. but i know that deep down i still have that love for rinne-kun. id like to get to know rinne-kun again. that sweet brute of a man that the past me loved so much. i want to relearn every memory ive forgotten, every memory that is important to rinne-kun. maybe one day ill messure up to the past me again , maybe ill be whole again, rinne-kun, will you help me remember and then rinne fucking bawls because he hasnt cried at all in front of niki during this and was only in complete shock or cold apathy (while himeru and kohaku watch him sob in private and are like. u fucking idiot stop doing this n hes like no i ruined niki he'll be betyer off without me )and cue tender moment where hes like niki doesnt have to get any memories back i will love him no matter what, no matter the cost even if the world burns and we all change that will always stay true. and nikis like but i wanna rember if these memories are so important to rinne/kun they must be important to me too i dont know if ill ever get all my memories back but i at least want to know the memories that rinne kun loves so in case rinne-kun loses his memory i can be the one to remind him of the memories he holds so dear

#bean writes #rinky #rinniki #enstars #fun fact i wrote this before passing out and woke up and forgot i wrote it. on theme

[vigilskeep]

sometimes i get sucked into dragon age reddit and it's so scary over there.. anyway i saw a question on /dragonage which was like what are some choices your characters made for selfish reasons so now im curious on what ur ocs did selfishly

OUGH thats a fun question...

i would say minerva makes several selfish decisions. not betraying jowan during the origin quest is selfish in its way; at this point she’s settled in the idea that there are some acceptable losses to be made for the circle to thrive, but she reacts when her friend is threatened. as for her quest decisions hmm... siding with caridin over branka is a little selfish in an odd way even though it’s the “good” choice. she’s only just really gotten into blood magic and she’s terrified of the comparison between herself and branka prioritising ends over means, so she does it more to assuage her own self-doubt than out of any real morality. that’s why it’s actually the only decision in the game where she refuses to play the diplomat and persuade her companions who question her, and she snaps at them instead

sparing loghain is somewhat selfish. she does it because she’s desperately fearful of what her own reputation will be one day if she becomes the elven blood mage who killed the hero of river dane. that’s only partly for herself though... it’s also for the sake of people like her, the hope that if she’s remembered well she might save others from the judgement that’s always loomed over her. asking loghain to do the dark ritual was almost entirely selfish though. she knew he would have died to slay the archdemon without question, knew it would be a justified end for him, a tying up of loose ends... but she couldn’t let him sacrifice himself and steal the saviour’s title she’d fought so hard for. and she didn’t want to die either! so she chose to convince him to do the ritual, which is quite something to frankly manipulate a man (who she had never forgiven for his actions but who she also did honestly consider a friend, as she only realised as she was persuading him) into doing, without ever revealing her true reasons to him. not to mention releasing an unknown magic into the world despite all her circle training and maleficar’s guilt

keir is less obviously selfish because he’s the shield, the protector, fundamentally defined by what he can do for others. but leaving bethany behind for the deep roads expedition, not because she couldn’t handle it but because he couldn’t risk losing another sibling to the darkspawn, was selfish. or he thinks so afterwards, anyway. it’s hard to say in the end whether he did things to protect people or because he was afraid. as a rule there’s a fundamental selfishness to the way he is with his own people; anyone else’s loss is justifiable for them. he and anders sometimes fight bc ultimately keir can’t match justice’s absolute dedication, he would sacrifice the cause of mages to see his and only his people safe, he’s only a man and that’s who he is. it’s kind of a moot point bc half his loved ones are mages who will never be safe until they’re free, but it is also arguably what he’s doing in the act 2-3 break and the act 3 on the loose quest when he’s effectively shackled by meredith and hunting blood mages for her, bc she has bethany, and bc she can’t not know abt anders and merrill

i’ve always been charmed by da2’s description of reaver mechanics as “selfish sacrifice”, so that’s another one for keir, too

siding with the templars was a little selfish for helena. she did go to redcliffe at fiona’s invitation—she made that much effort, to placate her brother’s ghost—but ultimately it went too far for her pride to save those who had sold themselves to magisters, when the templars were also at hand. and she wanted so badly to believe for her own sake that there was something salvageable in the order. so she went to therinfal redoubt and told herself they would see what could be done for the mages once the breach was sealed

#minerva surana #keir hawke #helena trevelyan #i wouldnt say theyre my most selfish characters. #minerva has lofty goals in mind always. keir’s care for others is his most fundamental trait. helena has her sense of honour #one of my hawkes mairi is designed for selfishness to be her fundamental trait and im super excited to play that #long post

[mrsnancywheeler]

Omg ur recent post abt Conway — so true. IT HURTS. Although finnick and conway starting to beef as soon as they met was kinda funny, it’s also really sad :(

To come to the realization that the girl you’ve been pining for your whole life won’t feel the same way about you (and has been manipulating you as a means to survive) DURING THE GAMES is insane.

But also, I cant stop thinking abt that brief moment between when the reader was reaped and when conway was reaped. I couldn’t imagine how he felt after she was called :/ before that, he probably thought he had the chance to finally be with her, only to see her to get reaped and potentially die, while also being mentored by her ex :( and before he could even process that HE GETS REAPED?? this is the type of tragedy you can only find in Shakespeare fr

ik i keep acting shocked, but it’s so valid for katniss to be thinking like this right now. her only focus is survival and she understands that one of the keys to survive the game is to perform for the capitol. Idk what do u think abt that?🫣

-🦅

yes I love psychoanalyzing my character to no end

because reader was being honest when she said she probably would've ended up with Conway, realistically they would've ended up together if the games hadn't happened. she would have settled to have a normal life with him and would have been happy enough, but never as happy as she would be with Finnick

and Conway cared about her so much, that he would've been fine with that. honestly though I don't think Conway could have won, I think he was so angry when he realized reader had been using him, known his feelings and used it to get back to someone who'd once broken her heart just set him off. I think he would've instantly been flooded with guilt if she'd died and so either Birch or Marlowe would've won.

additionally I think about how Conway never would be able to understand why reader couldn't just actually love him back, when he cared so much, was so reasonable, but she just didn't want the life he did. and I tried to portray some of those differences when it came to reader wanting the peaches and trading the necklace because he's so do what you need, use what you can afford, and value what people give you, where's she more of you only live once, live for the moment, at least before her games.

and yes, reader knows that she has to perform to survive and that if she wins she can help her family, she would've thought she'd finally be able to live the life she wanted, and maybe finnick would take her back. in the catching fire book, Katniss mentions how she doesn't believe any victor is really a pure person since they did what they had to do to survive (she makes an exception for peeta) and I love being able to reflect that too. reader isn't some angel of a person, she uses someone's feelings, she manipulated, and lies. she's also a teenager, so even things she does before the games to conway are side effects of her being human and a teenager. she's not perfect, finnick's not perfect, conway isn't perfect. but they're all victims and all deserve so much better.

also a while back @howilyte made playlists about Conway and reader which I listen to a lot and there are at least two songs I need y'all to know I listen to whenever I'm thinking about writing each of them are

The Moon Will Sing for Conway

Just a Man for reader

anyways, sorry this is so long, but I love talking about all the intricacies so much and thank you for doing it with me, literally I want to hear every thought

#wanda 💋 #the lakes #the river #🦅 anon

[brbabcseu]

ive been taking up the dashboard lately so please!! has anything specific about jesse and aj or mer been on ur mind recently??

I feel like I spend so much time talking about Jesse and AJ so I'm gonna make this a certified Meriwa & AJ-centric post!

Mer is a good relative. Not necessarily a conventionally good PARENT, but you could also argue the same for Jesse. The situation w/ these three is so nuanced but that's besides the point lmao. She curses a lot and thinks her omelets are better than Jesse's. She also thinks it's not a crime to put cheese and bacon into a pancake, they can be savory too "if you open your tiny mind". She hates the PTA moms of Skagway. She's thinking of going back to school. She's so good at being Jesse's friend and so annoyed abt that. She proclaims she's straight edge but gets scolded by AJ for smoking cigarettes. She has a strained relationship with her youngest sister and a relationship she's greatly missing with her oldest sister, who died not long before AJ was born. She loves her little sister Amlliq (pronounced um-sh-k; most just call her Billie) despite their struggles, because family is family. That, family being family, is a little part of the reason she comes back AJ's freshman year of high school.

I've talked a bit about her return but I can't emphasize enough just how much of a catalyst it was for things to start falling like dominoes for AJ. Jesse very gently and very carefully makes him aware of her presence in town, and makes it very clear that he does NOT have to meet her, he has NO obligation to invite her into his life at this point, and whatever AJ needs of him, he'll be right there. AJ is just like ty I appreciate all of that, I don't really wanna meet her but I think I need to hear what she has to say anyway and then decide. He appreciates just how honest she is about why she gave him up, why she's here now, if it's just because it seems "easier" now that he's older. She's basically just like listen I was in my early 20's, I had a lot going on, I still gave your dad a choice, I didn't even know I was pregnant until I went into labor. And AJ's like um okay PAUSE on that last one lmaooo. At the end of it Mer is like "I wouldn't hold it against you if you told me to fuck off. Just figured I'd try reaching out and see if you're open to building some sort of... something."

He doesn't at first, but once things fall apart with Jesse he starts spending a lot of time around her-- in the grand scheme, knowing what he knows, she suddenly becomes the lesser of two evils lol. He does end up enjoying their time together, she's functionally a cool big sister at this early stage of their relationship.

She knows, by the way. Meriwa's known about Jesse for a good long while and it's the other reason she decides to come back. That part gnaws at her; she knows he'd been troubled, but not much more than that. Her continued inaction the longer she knew about this without checking on AJ led to a growing guilt, which kind of paralyzed her further into not checking in, and so the cycle went for several years. Mer's well aware she herself is not perfect, and she has a brain, so the nuance of the Heisenberg chronicles was not lost on her. And then actually meeting AJ, seeing how he turned out, how he and Jesse interact... it was very relieving. At the same time, she doesn't question or judge when AJ needs that space from Jesse to come to grips with everything.

I feel I've already piled on a LOT of information but I wanna touch briefly on their first mother-son trip that I've mentioned before as well!! Summer before sophomore year she bring him to Fairbanks to meet the rest of her family. He has a lot of cool aunts and uncles and cousins, there're two cousins in particular around his age and he really enjoys getting to know them. His family is so big now!! And frankly he needs it, sad as the reality of it is he needs that breathing room from Jesse; the two need time to repair separately before they can come back together. He feels great warmth at having more family to be a part of, but throughout the trip starts to feel dejected and a little jealous over how doting, affectionate, and playful an aunt Meriwa can be to her youngest nieces and nephews. The pendulum of AJ's grandfather clock of angst is never not in motion and it's just frequently swinging back and forth between these two forces in his life: one that used to represent stability but now belies unrest; and one that used to represent the opposite but now hold the promise of something more permanent, but that scares him!! And with his state of disillusionment he's convinced it'll all fall apart at any second.

One day I'll talk more abt the dynamic btwn Jesse, AJ's godmother Delilah, and Meriwa, but that's a whole can of worms loll and would also mean I need to actually Talk abt Delilah, bc I never do for some reason but she's SO important in the AJ Lore

Some lightning round fun facts to tie this up:

She's had a passing interest in journalism and so that's what she's thinking of majoring in when she goes back to school-- Jesse always says WHEN not IF bc he fully believes Mer can do it and she'll absolutely kill it

She's closest with her uncle and her mother :')

AJ and Mer bond over their love for Brand New Eyes by Paramore but disagree on whether Danger Days is MCR's best album

Her pancakes are stellar, both of the sweet and savory variety, but she'll only make chocolate chip pancakes for the former. She refuses to get cc pancakes from diners bc they never put it in the batter and you can't just slather it on top what's even the point--

Mer doesn't put a label on it but she's bisexual, and is definitely sure Jesse is too. She'll lean over to AJ sometimes and be like, "Does he know..?" and AJ's like "Not a clue"

Have a silly aj & mer doodle!!

#mutuals #ask #kylejsugarman #alaska crew #oc aj #oc meriwa #finally got around to this ask JDFSKJHKSD ty for your patience

[emolooswrld]

The Hate You Give

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: slight angst, a hint of unrequited love (not for long tho), mature language, slight mention of bullying, mean!Eddie (don’t worry he fixes himself), that’s pretty much it lmk if i forgot anything!

Note: ahhhhh! this is my first time posting a fan fic. im really insecure about it so please be nice! but also feel free to leave any critiques! i will write a part two if you guys like this one. it’s really short, i know. also this is not proof read.

Eddie Munson. The sour tang that fills ur mouth when his voice registers through ur ears, is unsettling. Eddie Munson had been nothing but cruel to you for the past 3 years. You had no idea why. You had even tried to be his friend, but that was three years ago and you didn’t want to relive that moment.

You could sense his hateful stare on your back from across the cafeteria, something that wasn’t foreign to you. Ever since you moved to Hawkins, Eddie had hated your guts. Why? You had no clue. You had never called him any mean names, only approached him once.

It was sophomore year and your first day at Hawkins High. You had no friends and you were feeling particularly lonely. You watched the boy from your corner of the cafeteria. The way his chocolate brown curls bounced as he got up from his seat. The way his usual puppy dog, doe eyes turned into one’s full of pure anger and hate as he stared down one of the jocks. The way he climbed up on top of his table and screamed at that same jock from across the room. Watching as he made devil horns and stuck out his tongue and made devilish noises. It had made you giggle, you thought he was brave for that.

You hadn’t even realized you had ended up at his table. Your feet had almost carried you there before your brain could process anything. “What do you want?” he barked at you, braking you from your trance. “I-I” you couldn’t even get the right words out. He was so intimidating, but you liked it. “If you came here to make fun of me, you should save your breath.” He looked at you with his big brown eyes, something was behind them but you couldn’t quite tell what it was. “No! I just wanted to say what you did back there was really brave and really cool of you” you finally managed to get out. There was a beat of silence before Eddie was back on his feet, staring you down only inches away from your face. “Yeah well I didn’t do it for you so you can fuck off” the pure hatred in his eyes had caused you to back up and almost run out of the cafeteria, tears welling up in your eyes.

Little did you know, after you left the cafeteria one of the boys at his table had spoken up. “That was really harsh Eddie” it had been Dustin Henderson who had dared to speak up against the dungeon master. “Yeah” Mike Wheeler had agreed, along with all the other boys who sat at Eddie’s table. “She was probably just like the rest of them, if I had indulged she would have just played some stupid fucking joke on me” Eddie had replied with a tint of sadness and regret behind his eyes. “Had she been genuine?” He thought to himself. He was soon filled with nothing but guilt and regret.

Ever since that day, it seemed as though Eddie felt nothing but hatred towards you. Always burning holes in your back with hate-filled daggers from across the room, always whispering hateful things in your ear whenever he could. It had been three years and you had had enough. Usually you returned his snarky comments, giving the same energy back to him. But today was different.

You had already been having a rough day. First, you had gotten in a fight with your parents, over nothing particular, just them being complete and utter assholes to you for no reason. It didn’t end there. Once you got to school, you had over heard some cheerleaders talking about you. Normally, their cruel words wouldn’t have effected you, but today it left you with a bitter taste in your mouth and a heavy heart.

You had made your way to the girls bathroom, only to end up sobbing against the bathroom floor with your head in your hands. God knows how long you were in there before finally getting up and trying your best to fix yourself up in the bathroom mirror. By the time you got to class, you could feel the tears you had tried so hard to push away trying to escape your eyes once more. You hadn’t even realized someone was talking to you until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turned to look at whoever was attempting to talk to you. There he was, the last person you wanted to deal with today. Your glossy, red eyes met Eddie’s hate-filled, brown ones. “Damn y/n who’s got you looking like such a mess today?” You only glared at him in response. “Was it Jason? Or was it Andy? Or maybe it was Patrick? Too hard to keep up with all the guys you let between your legs.” Normally, it wouldn’t have bothered you, but the effect his words had on you today was so strong you felt the tears you had tried so hardly to conceal, making their way out of your eyes and down your cheeks. “Fuck you Munson” you had said, grabbing your bag and making your way out of the classroom, completely ignoring your teacher calling your name.

To say Eddie felt bad was an understatement. He felt absolutely horrible. The second he saw the tears in your eyes, his heart sank. Truth is, Eddie didn’t hate you. He actually really liked you, he just didn’t know how to express it. He had never been shown love as a kid, giving that his mother left when he was just a baby and his father never even cared about him in the first place. Wayne had been the only person to ever show him affection. Even then, Eddie had never been able to reciprocate it.

Eddie had thought about you every single day since your first encounter is the cafeteria. He wanted so badly to go back in time and change the way he had acted towards you. But it was too late. So Eddie did the only thing he knew how to. It was easier for him to pretend he hated you than to face the feelings he really felt towards you. But seeing you cry because of him filled Eddie with nothing but regret, guilt, and sadness.

After class was over, Eddie had made it his mission to find you and apologize. It was the least he could do, he thought to himself. After what felt like hours of searching the school with no luck, he was about to give up. Until he heard a door open. He turned around only to be met with the saddest pair of eyes he’d ever seen. Your hair was up in a messy bun with stray strands framing your face. Your cheeks were bright pink while the rest of your face was pale like a ghost. Your eyes were completely bloodshot from crying with bags underneath. Still, Eddie thought you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.

The second you saw Eddie, you turned on your heels and made your way to exit the school. “Y/N wait!” he called after you. You continued to make your way towards the door, his footsteps getting closer and closer behind you. You were halfway to your car before you felt his hand on your shoulder, spinning you around in one swift movement. “What Eddie? If you’re just going to call me a slut or a whore or some other mean name just save it! I’m not dealing with this today.” The genuine pain behind your eyes left Eddie feeling even worse than he did before. “No, you’re not a whore or a slut. I just came to apologize for what I said back there. I crossed the line and I’m really fucking sorry.”

You were taken aback by his sudden apology. Eddie had never apologized for anything he said to you before. The usual hate in his eyes was replaced with worry and concern. His hand was still on your shoulder and you swore it was burning a whole into your skin. After what seemed like hours, you shook his hand off your shoulder and turned to walk away from him. But just like that day in sophomore year, in the cafeteria, your feet had carried you back right in front of him before your brain could even process what was happening. “I have never done anything to you Eddie. I have been nothing but kind to you even though you make my life a living hell every single day! Why? What have I done to make you hate me so much? All I ever wanted was to be friends with you. But you fucked that up just like you fuck up everything else in your life!” The words left your mouth faster than your brain could keep up.

Instant regret filled your head and you were about to walk away until you felt Eddie’s strong hands on your waist, pulling you close to him. Your eyes met his and before you knew it his lips were on yours. You were stunned at first, but eventually you returned the kiss. He tasted like cigarettes and weed, but you didn’t mind. His lips were soft against yours. As cliché as it sounds, it felt as though his lips matched perfectly with yours, like they were meant to meet. The kiss had your toes curling and your brain foggy. You didn’t even realized he had pulled away until you heard him speak.

“I never hated you and I never will. I’m so sorry for everything. I’ve liked you ever since that day you came up to me in the cafeteria. I’m just an idiot and I convinced myself you were playing a joke on me. I couldn’t believe a girl like you could ever possibly like someone like me. I’m so sorry y/n.” You looked up at him in complete and utter shock. Silence filled the parking lot. It wasn’t until you heard birds chirping in the distance that you were brought back into reality. You digested his words and spoke your own.

“I’ve liked you ever since I first saw you in the cafeteria that day in sophomore year Eddie.” You looked up at him, trying to read the look in his eyes. He responded by pulling you close to his chest. One hand on the back of your head and the other placed firmly against your back. He held you like that before speaking again. “I’m so sorry y/n. For everything.” He whispered in your ear. “I forgive you.” You said, pulling away to look him in the eyes. “Can we get out of here and do something? Just us.” You asked, without even thinking. “Of course, I have a few ideas in mind.” Eddie had said with his signature shit-eating grin. And with that, you both made your way to his van, hands intertwined.

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #joseph quinn #stranger things cast #stranger things season 4 #fanfic #stranger things #eddie x y/n #eddie my beloved #joseph quinn stranger things

[misc-obeyme]

hello hello, its sibling angst anon again ^^ i loved your response so pls dont apologize for the long ramble, bc i get like that about it too!! also, im glad you liked my song recs <3

speaking of those sibling slideshows i mentioned, for some reason tiktok has filtered them out so when u look them up, they dont show up??? you just kinda get them on ur fyp one day. or atleast thats what happens to me. but if u look up sibling webweaving here on tumblr, ohhh boy. its basically an amalgamation of different types of media be it poetry, song lyrics, shows and movies, and book excrepts all packaged as one that pertain to a theme. my fav is those about mothers and siblings, so unequivocally human. its like walking down a museum tbh.

and agh, i loved your thoughts on the demon bros sibling dynamics. plus yeahhh, its kinda hard to take anything seriously since it is an otome game, BUT who says u cant come up with your interpretations and thoughts? whos gonna stop you? anyway, each brother has a level of depth that is screaming to be fleshed out, but its all very surface level on game. belphegors burdening shame and regret from watching lilith die in front of him, and by extension beelzebub having the same feelings and/or his own guilt. (i remember belph talking about his trauma and the immersion immediately breaks off when an option pops up on the scream, "ask him to kiss you." LIKE. place and time!) asmodeus and lucifer, their entire relationship T_T speaking of which, satan and lucifer?! they're brothers, or say they are and the rest just kinda go with it. but does no one else wanna bring up how satan was even brought to existence? he was literally birthed from luci's wrath during the celestial war. thats like, a gateway for someone to write a long philosophical analysis about him and what it symbolizes. aghhudhwdhwhd i wish i could say more, but i'm literally out of words rn. if i was mc, i'd have to fight everyday to keep it together without breaking down and crying about this. espeically having to live under the same roof as them...ooofff

speaking of complex siblings dynamics, have you see succession? its a show on hbo. its about an ultra rich and powerful family that is ultimately, dysfunctional. theres four siblings and their relationship mean sooo much to me. i wont drop any spoilers just in case you dont know anything, but when i say dysfunctional i meant it!! one of the things i like about this show is that it doesnt have any flashbacks or show the backstories for most of the characters, rather they kinda drop pieces of information randomly and you just go ??? that happened ??? youd think it wouldnt be a good storytelling strategy bc how are you going to emotionally connect the story to your audience? but somehow, the show does it really well. for example, one of the brothers, roman, was heavily abused. and sometimes one of his siblings would go, "yeah i remember when dad used to heavily beat the fuck out of you" offhandedly, like its a cute little fun fact. and youre sitting there like....when did THAT happen??? ofc they wouldnt show it, but if you watch how roman and his father interact on show (roman is so submissive and scared next to his father) it starts to make sense. its like the "show dont tell" but they switch around to "tell and show." subtle interactions like that fully exposes a characters psychology. subtle body language goes a long way. theres also the eldest brother connor, whos seen as the father figure bc their real dad is so neglectful. but tbh connot gets shit on a lot and uuyfuefehfe theres more. i would talk about this all day. sibling angst got me on a chokehold.

anyway, sorry if i made 0 coherent sense but heres the end of the ramble T-T have a good day :3

(if i come back, can i be  🧬 anon?)

Welcome back! And of course you can be 🧬 anon, I will add it to the list!

Oh man, so I did a search for sibling webweaving and I was like woah what is all this lol. I had no idea there was a term for stuff like this, but I'm fascinated! I must not be getting the TikTok videos... admittedly my use of that platform is limited lol.

The thing about the otome game not delving into things means that we all get to speculate and come up with whatever we want. It's a blessing and a curse lol. On the one hand, I like being able to come up with my own interpretations. But on the other hand, it'd be nice to have just a little more depth that what we have.

I have thoughts about Belphie and specifically what happened in the OG with him. That was definitely a situation of, there is so much more going on here than they're bothering to get into. I also get that they can't really do a ton of that, partly due to the medium and partly due to the amount of characters they have to deal with. Like I think they can only choose to flesh out certain characters and the rest kind of end up on the back burner. Which is annoying because there's so much potential for so many amazing stories!

I also have a lot of thoughts about Satan and his relationship to Lucifer and everybody. It's like they give us just enough to make the story dramatic, but in the end everybody loves each other and so on and so forth. I'm not saying both Satan and Belphie shouldn't be able to reconcile what happened to them and move on, but it just happens so fast. It seems too easy. So I kind of headcanon it as, they hide everything. Not just those two, but all the brothers have a certain level of trauma that they just bury deep or at the very least don't display in front of MC. I know they make MC out to be the demon therapist, but nobody resolves their issues in one session and that's all they're normally limited to. But of course they don't have time to get into things that deeply in a mobile otome game lol.

I have not seen Succession! It sounds pretty intense. I think it's always interesting when media use different techniques to tell their story. Of course I have very little knowledge of how TV scripts are written, but for story writing, the way a character reacts can imply all kinds of past history, even if you don't know exactly what happened. Flashbacks are helpful, but I think it's interesting to have a bit of a mix. A character is always going to tell the story of their past a little differently than how it actually happened. And I find that it can reveal a lot about character just to see what they change or leave out when telling it. Of course, who they're speaking to can affect that as well. But it's definitely an interesting concept!

No worries, you made plenty of sense lol! You are always free to come back to my ask box if you so desire! <3

#I think OM would be twenty years long if I was the one writing it lol #because I'd be like listen here we gotta address all this stuff #and there are just too many characters for that #tw abuse mention #cw abuse #tw abuse #uhh just felt the need to include those but there are so many #obey me #🧬 anon #misc answers

[nonclassyparty]

Genuine question, why did San never consider Y/N? Like, okay, he could be just looking for someone to warm his bed but in the beginning you said he helped her just because he was being nice and not because he wanted something out of it, that 'the rest' just happened. Okay, I understand. But then, after that, he wasn't interested in her, yet he went and made it up to her whenever they fought (I recall you mentioned smth like that, that he goes all vanilla whenever he upsets her). Why didn't he just drop her to find someone else?

I'm just curious about at what point San thought 'nope, she's not for me' or just, what he didn't like in her. Because can't say he doesn't want commitment, he's dated Boyoung. I wonder what makes guys drop a girl like Y/N. San particularly? As he only judged her shell? Never bothered to have a full conversation with her, nor a date?

Thanks! 🫶🏻

OHHHHHHHH okay i'll try to explain in the best way i possibly can 😭

first of all, it's important to know that san isn't rich and of status like y/n. it was mentioned in the beginning by wooyoung, san comes from the countryside and has spent his entire life working- college, part-time jobs etc etc he even works now at the car repair shop while studying to be an engineer (which is NOT easy😭 but he has to do it) that immediately makes him have a disdain for rich people who got everything handed to them (y/n). when you grow up working hard for money, the 'money doesnt buy you happiness' is just bullshit so obviously he never cared about y/n's struggles or problems bc san is like "u are rich and never worked for anything in ur life why should i care if u are sad?' its also why he thinks he doesn't have more in common with her than just sex.

second of all, san doesn't drop girls 😭 y/n mentioned it in the first chapter, he likes having options whether it's girls he hooked up with before or new ones he meets, san always had more than one girl he was hooking up with. and he wasn't interested in y/n romantically but he definitely was physically. yn is HOT (i mention it all the time but it's important bc she's with all these men for a reason which is that they're attracted to her physically), she's also rich and of status (she had like an entire monologue about this in act 1). she mentioned how he let her in his circle of friends and its bc it makes him feel good for other people to see that someone like her is in his presence. it's a totally human thing, hanging out with people everyone deems important makes you feel more important as well😭

and san didn't do commitment, boyoung is the girl that 'changed' that but he stayed as far away from relationships as he could before he met her.

when y/n would get mad at him, san didn't make it up to her bc he felt bad it was more like 'ah shit, she's pissed now i gotta do something nice for her' yk? it was more like a chore to sweeten her up again bc y/n was his main girl, he prided himself in getting to hook up with her and he doesn't want to seem like a bad guy even tho he sometimes is😭 it's also the reason he avoided her when he started getting closer to boyoung bc he knew it would hurt yn and he doesnt want to seem like a dick. nobody likes being the bad guy, that shit doesnt exist, nobody outright claims they're an asshole instead they do sneaky shit like san for example and make you believe you're at fault for catching feelings or getting attached to take some burden off of themselves bc they know they didnt exactly treat you fairly but if they manage to split the guilt with you then they're like 'oh okay so it wasnt all MY fault, you're to blame as well bc u knew what this was from the start'

conclusion; san likes knowing that y/n wants him. of all people someone like her (and san only looks at it from a materialistic perspective so someone rich, pretty, popular and with a high status) could have, she wants san and it makes him feel better about himself.

[lanternmice]

you clearly love them a lot and i am So curious what ur thoughts on seven red suns as a character are. theyre.. kinda mean from what uve seen, but you probably have some great insights!! if this means gushing about your f/o instead of serious analysis i am also in 100% support of that gbjhf

WUAGHHHHH I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHERE TO BEGIN I LIKE THEM SOOOO MUCH i really really want to talk about General interpretations but it's hard because of how obviously biased i am. but. Augh. this is so nothing but it got long and i'm embarrassed so woe read more be upon ye

i gotta start by mentioning that faelings original design & concept for suns (and spearmaster by extension) is sooo important to me and a lot of my personal interp comes from that, comics like this (link to the official discord btw) that they made for example! and though it has arguably less to do with suns, the 1.5 drought mod also has a special place in my heart but if i get too into that i'll start screaming and crying about it. just know that wanderer is so special to me and suns has two kitty cats that they love so much ok?🫶

anyways. i think because of the fact they aren't fleshed out much in canon aside from the spearmaster broadcasts there's a lot left up for the player to decide, which honestly is really fun to me and i genuinely love seeing other peoples interpretations!! but personally because you mentioned it and because i feel kinda strongly about this in particular, i wanna say that i don't think suns is mean, i think they definitely have the potential to be overprotective and intimidating, but it'd almost always be out of love. one thing the broadcasts ARE good at showing is just how much they care about basically everybody around them, even if they're a little.. dense about some things. they way they talk in the chat logs with nsh, about their guilt over pebbles' situation and trying to make up for it even though pebbles clearly doesn't want their help, about dooming not only pebbles but moon as well (who as far as canon text goes, they don't seem to have ever personally talked to moon at all imo). and when nsh stops messaging them, or becomes increasingly worried about moon, they get visibly concerned about his wellbeing as well and does their best to console him. my favourite broadcasts are the ones about their gradual realization that maaaaybe they care about spearmaster a little more than they originally intended to. they raised spearmaster, going as far as to teach it a personally modified sign language rather than a quick and easy one-way mark of communication like most iterators would do. the chat logs after spearmaster encounters pebbles and how worried suns was for it, about how they regret ever sending them to pebbles in the first place, and that they just wished it'd return home to them safely. there's also the fact that they kept an eye on spearmaster with their overseer basically 24/7, to the point that even pebbles knew that suns was watching. overseers can act on their own, we know that from what we see in canon, but pebbles knew that suns was actively watching when spearmaster entered his can. which. god this wasn't supposed to be about pebbles but pebbles not killing spearmaster is something that's so important to me because he so easily could have killed them and there was no reason for him not to. but despite how hurt he was and how wronged he felt, he knew that it would have ruined suns so he held himself back and it's so AAUUGHHHHHH!!!!!!! i love them all so much. this is barely even about suns anymore sorry i didn't mean to type so much about spearmaster i just love their campaign so much. don't even get me started on the thought of ascending as spearmaster that shit will make me start killing people i actually was going to talk about headcanon stuff too (mostly stuff from before the global ascension/after riv) but. i started thinking too hard about suns and pebbles and spearmaster and wanderer and and and. Well sorry but i fear that if i think about rain world any more today i may end up on national television. so maybe another day

#mhmnwwmewbmwh ebmenwm ebebjehwjelwkhe a #NOBODY READ THIS I'M SERIOUS the more i started typing the more embarrassed i got but. euugghhhhh. ilike them so much #it felt kinda silly breaking stuff up into paragraphs like i was typing something important but i didn't want it to be a wall of text #i need paragraphs to stop being so long. it's embarrassing #anyways i almost never talk about my personal rw interpretations bc i get shy about it but. augh. eerie convinced me to answer this🥹 #it's nothing special really they just mean a lot to me especially their relationship with spearmaster. oh my god what if there was a family #that's why this mostly ended up being about them and spearmaster. In the end it's always about their kitty cats #it's not even an analysis. i just started reading the broadcasts and went AUGUHHHHHHH #what if suns was sooooo dense but they loved and cared about everybody so much. But oh my god they're kind of really dumb #and remembering faelings original design... i honestly really dislike how msc massacred suns design but i don't like to be a downer about i #it just means i get to see sooooo many cool fan designs instead so❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #this post wasn't about designs as much as it was about them as a character but i think we alllllll know my favourite suns designs🫶 #btw if you're curious about the hc stuff well. a lot of the past suns hcs i have are shkikas fault honestly #i never really thought about suns before the ancients ascended but ummmmm. hehe. #i like kikis interpretation of past suns relationship with the ancients in their city so much. so go look at their comics ok? for me #also while typing this i realized just how many typos there are on the broadcasts dialogue wiki. i could fix her💔 #WAAAUGHHHHHHHHHHH ok nobody look. nobody look at me i don't like talking i'm scared #runs away crying #everybody pretend i don't exist i need to go bury my head in the sand now

[abri-chan]

Idk if im the only one but marco and connies relationship feels forced to me. Like girl has ptsd from seeying him and told him not to come over again. Luca sends him for tobaco and he doesnt have a choice(he set him up fr) but marco doesnt know how to leave her alone ether. Idk how its not seen as ooc,hes always ridden with guilt idk he even asked to marry her(due to obligation?) He neglects their relationship due to work and doesnt make time for her. Its been mentioned how hes been in "lukewarm water"for some time,when conny gets kidnaped he doesnt imidiatly jump into action(ur a ex destroyer u were trained to act fast)even when he knows where she is. Theres been a theory that "marco" is a personality created by spas to cope with his guilt,spas is who marco really is

So there's layers to this.

I think when you first go into Gangsta, the way Kohske writes the two it is believable to me, that they're a couple/married. Although over time I started to hate Marco specifically bc of his lukewarm approach: he feels guilty towards both his ex-comrades and his wife, so he can't take a step in either direction and is stuck in place. I understand the plot reason behind this, Marco is a powerful character who would make winning for the "good guys" too easy so Kohske has to get rid of him emotionally, so he's held down by the weight of his sins, literally. Still, I can't bring myself to forgive a guy who can't save his own wife, you have to choose your wife always! Even Worick did more for Connie than Marco did when it comes to handling Striker--Worick wiped the floor with Striker's ego bc he realized Connie was dead, and as a favor to Connie; it's not like Worick gained much by pissing Striker off.

By choosing no side, Marco also fucked over Loretta, bc he was her strongest bodyguard, thus also letting down her father, who was the first man to show Marco any kindness. It all was a domino effect.

I do fear Connie knew how weak Marco was, so she had to make the decision for him--how she almost killed Striker, and how she seemed to know that they both would die (Worick's memories) bc Marco had already killed and she chose to be with the killer of her parents: blood will seek blood kind of attitude. I was hoping the spinoff would have given me answers of how Connie fell for him, but we didn't see it. (That is to say, their love is believable once introduced, but how she could fall for Marco in the first place is "question mark".)

As for Spas being the real Marco, personalities are like tree circles: he grew Marco around the Spas core, so they're both Marco and both Spas in a way. It's a bit like ID and EGO, in that Marco is the ego (guilt, shame, etc) keeping the animal Spas at bay. You can argue that bc these kids were experimented on, they never learned restraint, that which society pushes onto you as you grow up utilizing education and even guilt at times. Marco had to learn all that once Loretta's father took him in. So Marco is in many ways adult Spas, but that doesn't mean Spas fully disappeared. Marco could see him glimpse, but he was more concerned with keeping Spas at bay, that he lost the chance to use Spas to save Connie.

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Btw I don't think Marco asked Connie to marry him; I feel Connie was the lead in the relationship and she probably figuratively or literally even, grabbed him and dragged him to court or church, and I don't think Marco realized he was even married because she acted so fast. Now I'm realizing Marco really let others make decisions for him once reintegrated back into society, he got swept with the flow. Loretta's father takes him in, he goes along; Connie decides to talk to him, he listens to her, and so on. Perhaps he deleted the EGO to external people and never developed one of his own.

I feel bad for Granny bc she lost her son and daughter in law, and then Connie too, and worse of all she warned everyone that would happen, and it did happen, and there's no pleasure to be taken in being right because she only wanted her granddaughter back.

#anime manga rambles #gangsta. #gangsta

[pinkseas]

GOOD EVENING NIGHTY TO U ALYYY I HOPE YOU'LL HAVE A NICE SLEEP SOON or now as i type this immediately after. ur answer because i am in the Mood like YEEHAW anyway FIRST OF ALL SIRMA'AMMX SHANNON i hope u have the bestest day too like that is both Embarrassing and an honest surprise theres someone else reading our convos at all and i did,... stumble on this one comment someone wants to read more of my xiao deadge brainrot weve been throwing back and forth that u replied (more like me crying u crying back i wipe ur tears still crying cus its all from me my fault i did this to myself) and im like SHYYY but its all out in the open on tumblr anyway so we just. yeah. YeaghHFHEHDKDJFHDHHFHDJDJFH dies in a corner cutely PATCHES THE ONLY EVER that we can trust in the most honest answers regarding blake rwby and xiao genshimpact her words only that we hold like the bible amen 🙏

"i have sm respect for it esp as like a genuine coping mechanism and i cant really speak on fics for it but the thought of xiao specifically as a character regressing is so ??? i get it in Theory but in Practice." NO BUT I GET YOU i think the interpretation can still. maybe. be put into a good way though I Cant Really See It but if whoever does esp the fics then u cant rlly debate their reason its like any other screwed up hc ppl do so yknow!! "sometimes u just gotta write fics where you baby the fave and i look away from those in general out of personal preference but i am especially looking away from ones where its xiao" with all u wrote after like i can see the point of Babying Xiao but not him going actual baby and das not good at all,... cus all i do think abt esp if zhongli treats him is those two fics i told u that gets me so hard of the old man's willingness to care for him and how hes so gentle and patient and akfkfjshhxhshdh like THAT is the type of babying but not babying i can get by like YKWIM

"there's a difference between treating someone gently knowing their strength and capability and choosing to be soft regardless in a good, respectful way, VS flat out ignoring that persons capability and strength and treating them like glass and truly believing that they could shatter at any moment if thought of any differently." im gonna be fr i did use the second option but OFC ZHONGLI DOESNT IGNORE its the fact he Knows xiao can still be,... so fragile. like (skids back like im wearing socks sliding on marble floor) ur fic where lumine holds him like shes holding the world and he cries and cries and she holds him regardless,... that type of fragility. i dont know if you rmb me talking this but i mentioned abt some other brainrot abt xiao trying to move on after the events of the chasm and how the crew And lumine And zhongli play a part of it but i didnt say that while everyone has at least a piece of their worldview given to him abt grief and loss its ultimately abt xiao and zhongli going through their conflict of each other way back since rex lapis' death,... and in the end when they resolve it, xiao had been so. so fragile. like everything reaches his breaking point and he breaks. he misses the past he misses devoting his only purpose to rex lapis whos not rex lapis anymore he misses bosacius he misses his siblings he misses the adepti he couldnt even mourn properly. and zhongli lets him mourn. and its that moment where he cries it rlly shows how small he is to the world yknow. THAT kind of guilt of acting like a child but for a person like xiao that he genuinely doesnt realize nor have the power to stop it. (and all ur comments after it jsut hits so HARDDD SO REALL)

"I JUYST WROTE LIKE A WHOLE PARAGRAPH but it was super fucking rambly in a way that made NO sense whatsoever so it is gone now goodbye </3" NO WAY…. NAUR WAY U CANT JUSR DO THAT I WANNA SEE UR WORD VOMIT TO MY WORD VOMIT TOO u said it urself sumtimes u cant get entirely what im saying I GOTTA BE CONFUSED TOO SUMTIMES EQUIVALENT EXCHANGE shakes u like a piggy bank (and like yknow every single i wrote here is unfiltered. like. i just leave in all my nonsensical rambles cus fuck it its not like i can come back to it and it perfectly encapsulates how Not Sane i am in my thoghts and i must Let you Know)

i do not have the words or thoght to respond on the xiaolumi xiao and lumine one bc everythings there already ITS ALL THERE SO BASED SO REAL so. i cant say theyre perfect for each other for the exact reason i see flaw that theyre not. i think. pettiness flowing through me that i personally see their development slow that i dont vibe with others' praises abt how glorious they are as a couple but not in how i see it KFHSHFHEHFJJEJFJ "made for each other" "their souls are fated to be together" can be so Eck to me its funny that it sounds like i hate xlmi too when i can go 30k words on it WAHAHKDJHSH am thinkinf abt ur latest post instead when the two are brought up bc my brain goes fast melts fast like putty i cannot Bother going back sumtimes but i Will Try

"idk how they put up with me fr" NO BUT. NO i also cant believe how you put up with me especially with that many paragraphs and over explaining and extremely specific views of xiao and lumine and zhongli and everyone else i drag in bc i do doubt if i am being so nitpicky abt it when i mention the gnsn commu's common views on it KFHSHFHHSHFH like, being around the community in twt or at least trying to be at the sidelines can be so. draining. that u see sm stuff that contradicts how u think and it makes u a little irritated if not scared u feel like ur the only one with this thought u feel left out. so like. its kinda ironic i found who can get me outside of twt HAJFKSJFJ

"it takes xiao and lumine a long time to develop a very close friendship" has been important to me for a long time since i knew their potential, and ive been doing this even before them like 😭😭😭😭 exploring love in a way that it isnt romantic love. that it doesnt have to be them kissing to make them official, that their close friendship is that fruitful result they grew which makes it personally hard to me that them being a couple and doing sims woohoo feels like its lost entirely for that "new stage in life". and i do take them realistically i do try my hardest to make them make even a little sense bc i want them to be as human as they are, although they were never human in the first place. not just exploring abt live but exploring abt how humanity works in teyvat,... about how to live,... and that matters sm to me ughghhdh post-teyvat where they do kinda maybe be 'official', but thats after all the hardship all the misunderstandings they went during teyvat. during conflict. and once everythings peaceful do they try to let go and make their bond simply work and THATS SO IMPORTANT TO MEEEE

though dont take my pov too heavily bc i did have my moot who knows abt my xlmi views and how i speak them so delicately and aggressively (gentle) passionate that theyre even cautious abt speaking their ideas to me i felt legit bad 💔💔 like SURE THEYRE SUPER IMPORTANT TO ME i would fight anyone who wants to rebuke my ideals but not those who just wants to be around and share the sillies with me like AUGH I HOPE THAT THIS IS EVEN A LITTLE BIT COHERENT TO U SKSKHFJSHFHD 

"me sitting here like a small child drawing them as stick figures holding hands and smiling “and then they were BEST friends <3” I MEAN WITH ALL THE SHT I SAID I DO THIS TOO FR sumtiems u get super analytic like a scientist lookijg thru their science thingamajigs to cure cancer sumtimes you go goofy ahh my blorbos i think theyre very neat tgt and we're so real for that <33333

GOOD MORNING BESTIEEEEEEEE <3333333

"(more like me crying u crying back i wipe ur tears still crying cus its all from me my fault i did this to myself)" NO BC THIS IS SO REAL LITERALLY

"PATCHES THE ONLY EVER that we can trust in the most honest answers regarding blake rwby and xiao genshimpact her words only that we hold like the bible amen 🙏" patches says xiao genshin impact is the only man ever and honestly i agree

"like THAT is the type of babying but not babying i can get by like YKWIM" I KNOW WHAT U MEAN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"im gonna be fr i did use the second option but" NO BC LIKE i didnt word that right i know what u mean and like. idk. u dont do it in a bed or weird or disrespectful way yknow ???? you do it Right you do it so fawking well it makes me so insane and for what

"and in the end when they resolve it, xiao had been so. so fragile. like everything reaches his breaking point and he breaks. he misses the past he misses devoting his only purpose to rex lapis whos not rex lapis anymore he misses bosacius he misses his siblings he misses the adepti he couldnt even mourn properly. and zhongli lets him mourn. and its that moment where he cries it rlly shows how small he is to the world yknow" o(-( crying shaking bawling sobbing GODDDDDDD i see it. i see the vision i get it i Understand dear fucking LORD im so. explodes. learning to live for yourself missing the simplicity of the past missing those youve lost it is all So Fucking Hard and for what !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"shakes u like a piggy bank" DORRYYYYYYYYYY next time that happens i wll just keep the paragraph i pinkie prommy <333333 just for u bestie anything for u bestie

""made for each other" "their souls are fated to be together" can be so Eck to me" BIGGEST HANDSHAKE EMOJI EVER its so weird like sometimes in writing specifically i really love it but its one of those like. i appreciate it when its Not Real but if it were ever real or if ppl ever truly believed that other ppl or any charactesr were 'made for each other' or 'fated' i would expldoea nd die /neg ITS SO WEIRD i cant Properly describe how i love it a lot in specific ways but then hate it so bad in other ways its soooo. man

"i also cant believe how you put up with me especially with that many paragraphs and over explaining and extremely specific views of xiao and lumine and zhongli and everyone else i drag in" are u kidding me ur paragraphsg and explaining are the Best Things Ever In The Whole Entire Universe i adore and cherish it every single time without fail. something something not "putting up with" or "dealing with" just love just care <- doesnt know how words work or how to describe things

everything abt the way u talk abt xiaolumi is so. pleading face emoji x1000000000 im just. smdnfmsdngnfdkg GOD

"like SURE THEYRE SUPER IMPORTANT TO ME i would fight anyone who wants to rebuke my ideals but not those who just wants to be around and share the sillies with me like AUGH I HOPE THAT THIS IS EVEN A LITTLE BIT COHERENT TO U" no i know exactly what you mean dw !!!!!!! and its weird for me specifically/personally bc like. on one hand im still working on The Thing where if Someone I Care About has an opinion thats different from mine my instinct is "oh, my opinion is Wrong and theirs is Right" and that used to be SAURRRRR bad and there's a little bit of influence still BUT!!!! character growth character development i am so much better at keeping my own thoughts and hcs now and not twisting and changing them the split second someone says otherwise...... like the past few months especially ive gotten SO good at it its unreal i feel like an actual person now. and like i fully understand the fear of "oh no what if i make them feel like they cant talk about THEIR thoughts" but w/ us specifically too its like. i love hearing about your thoughts So Fucking Much whther theyre super similar or super different from my own, and partially bc of that i am 100% ok with sharing my own thoughts even if i feel like they're silly or know they'll be different from yours. idk if you were like a Stranger stranger (which is so funny to say all things considered) id probably be all polite but in the bad way where i listened and then agreed and didnt give my own thoughts but its YOU so i give all of my own thoughts i give every thought ive ever had and i feel totally comfortable doing so <- word vomit paragraph bc im delirious but im also too delirious to reword it into somethign more coherent dorry </333

"sumtiems u get super analytic like a scientist lookijg thru their science thingamajigs to cure cancer sumtimes you go goofy ahh my blorbos i think theyre very neat tgt and we're so real for that <33333" REALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL we literally are so real for that. man. i love that for us sm <333

ANYWAYSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS i hope u have been doing well i hope ur day today goes amazingly i hope u get some good rest tonight or maybe during the day idk i hope school stuff is going well and finally if anything goes wrong or bad i am beating it up with my tiny baby fists peace and love goodnight <3

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