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love-note-musings · 4 years

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the one where you fall out of love ☞︎

𝑜𝑏𝑒𝑦 𝑚𝑒! 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

𝐴/𝑁: ℎ-ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦, 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑛. . . :“)

it’s the small things at first, being late for dates and being in a rush. the way his eyes seem to wander away from your own, the once familiar spark no longer igniting from your gaze. maybe it’s your imagination. you wanted it to be your imagination.

every relationship goes through rough patches, and the two of you were no exception. this is the hope the both of you held onto.

you felt like a million miles away to satan. whenever your mind wandered off when you were together, he wondered where you ended up. for once, he was nervous. nervous because he knew there was something you weren’t telling him when you used to be each other’s mutual secret-keepers. so what was different?

nothing was inherently different. the two of you still kissed each other goodnight, said ‘i love you’ in the morning, and started everyday together. it was quaint and peaceful, but that’s what the two of you had decided to enjoy together.

the more he thought about it, the more worried he became. analyzing your béhaviorismes more whenever you’d inch just a little bit further away from him or was the first to leave after morning greetings. what were once coincidences were beginning to pile up as evidence, and he didn’t know what to do.

satan only knew one thing: that he didn’t want to lose you. he didn’t know what to do with himself if one day you decided you were done. would he just pretend like this never happened? bottle up his feelings and set it on a self to collect dust? ignore the longing feeling in his chest that occurred whenever you weren’t around?

it wasn’t until that late-night conversation when it all was brought to light.

“i love you.” you said while leaning against his shoulder on the balcony, cold night wind whipping at your clothing. “which is why i don’t want to lie to you.”

“what?” he asked, acting as if he hadn’t been expecting this conversation to arise for the past couple of weeks.

you moved up from his side, sitting up and turning to face him. “i love you.”

“what is it? just say it.”

“but. . .” you looked up into his eyes, something patchy simmering under the surface of his irises as they became glazed over and focused on your every movement, waiting for you to snap while he swallowed the lump forming in his throat. “I’m not in love with you, not in that way.”

abruptly straightening up, he tried to control the nerves that had taken over his body. after being so used to your company, your familiarity, it was hard relearning how to be closed off from you suddenly. “I—I see.” there was no way he’d be able to confess to you all of those times he’d looked at you and thought of himself as the luckiest in all of the three realms, all of the times he’d stolen glances towards you when you weren’t looking with such a lovesick look on his face.

yes, even now he looked at you and thought he had been blessed with the purest of angels. to now know that you didn’t return those feelings was...too much.

“satan. . .” you pleaded while you watched him cling onto his resolve with an almost pleading reverence, his mannerisms betraying how he was really feeling. even as you reached out to cup the side of his face, you could sense the subtle shaking that ricocheted off of him.

instinctively he melted in your touch before quickly rectifying his behaviorism. “don’t.” he couldn’t change how you felt through him, but he couldn’t change how he felt, either. “just...go.”

if he spent any more time with you he might mistake it for hope of something more. and that wasn’t fair to either one of you.

you slowly nodded, barely containing your emotions as you exited yourself from the balcony. it wasn’t fair to either of you.

and in the comfort of your own persons, alone from the rest of the world, the two of you expressed just how unfair it really was with only the night as your witness.

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“Theodore Nott x Reader // Domestic Headcanons”

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Days when neither of you has any obligations and so you just stay home and chill together, maybe there’s a little bit of reading involved... maybe a little baking too...

Theo has a hard time staying in bed after he’s woken up, so if he wakes before you he’ll bring you a cup of tea and sit with you while you wipe the drowsiness from your eyes.

Drawing back the curtains, he’ll let the soft sunlight into the room while you sip on the steaming beverage. The sound of chirping birds rush away the sleepiness and the morning greets you with a peck on your temple.

Once you stumble into the kitchen, the radio is playing from a 60’s song station and the counter-tops are a little bit messy with various jars of ingredients spewed across them.

Obviously it’s to make breakfast, pancakes to be precise. You help Theo tie his grey apron behind his back before he begins mixing together the flour products and whisking the milk and eggs.

There’s a carton of fresh-picked blueberries from the gardens and you keep stealing pieces of the fruit whenever he’s not looking until he pours them into the batter.

He has flour on his face and batter on his apron even before he begins spooning out the mixture into the hot pan on the stove, occasionally checking the temperature and tampering with the knob settings.

You swear that once you’re done putting the ingredients back into the cabinets and pantry that he managed to get even more batter on himself, and the higher the stack of pancakes get, the messier he becomes.

Wetting a cloth from the sink faucet, you walk over to him while he’s busy hanging up his apron on the pantry door. He’s acting sheepish as you brush the damp cloth across his face, wiping off the flour and batter.

Breakfast is eaten in the garden on a little patio set with ornate wire chairs that mimic the form of the rose bushes in its patterning. The sun is bright, but the heat of the day hasn’t set it yet as the morning dew adorns the grass. Theo’s hair is illuminated by the rising sun, adorning his bed-tousled hair with an angelic glow, and you can’t help but stare with a silly smile on your face.

He meets your gaze and offers a shy smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. You mentioned something about how good the food was, to which he responded it was okay while he looked away with a blush that was beginning to spread across his face.

Even though this is a scene that he’s seen numerous times before, with you sitting in your pajamas in the garden while the sun rose around you, Theodore still couldn’t control the butterflies fluttering in his stomach when you looked his way.

Seriously, these quiet, slow mornings were when he tried to commit every single feature on your face to memory, tracing and retracing the lines in his mind, these days were his favorite. Some of his most vivid memories came alive from these types of days.

Okay, reading is certainly a must in whichever way it comes. If you want him to read for you he’s more than glad to, if you’d rather do the reading, that’s fine too.

Or, if you just want to read your separate books, it’s all good as long as you’re both curled up next to each other on the couch with a throw blanket tucked in around you.

If it’s a particularly sleepy day, audio-books are always an option too while the both of you doze away while getting lost in stories about fantasy lands.

The rest of the morning is spent knocking out the rest of the chores that had been neglected during the week. Nothing much interesting happens besides Theo and you humming along to songs and doing dorky dances while cleaning up and doing the dishes.

You usually play a game of chess while eating different types of fruits Theo harvested from the garden earlier that day for lunch. By then the windows are open and the breeze pulls and pushes the curtains in and out of the house as a comfortable silence falls over the sun-room.

Mid-afternoon is when Theo goes to practice violin. Even though he practices in one of the office rooms as not to disturb you, he doesn’t mind if you’d like to accompany him or listen while he plays.

Before he lets you sit-in on his practice, he has to tell you at least twice that because it’s a “practice” that it isn’t meant to sound pretty all the time. If you play music yourself he wouldn’t be averse to finding a composition that utilizes both of your instruments.

If you asked him nicely he would totally serenade you with a romantic concerto, how could he ever say no to you? He would prioritize memorization of whichever piece you’d want to hear.

Theo might be able to make an incredible breakfast spread, but he’s no full-time cook and if you asked him to make dinner it has a 50/50 chance of ending in disaster.

So, it’s just safe to say that the majority of nights (if you aren’t eating breakfast food at night, that is) you’re the one doing the dinner cooking.

He has a policy of “try everything at least once”, so he’s down for whatever you have in store. But, to be honest, he isn’t really into super-complicated dishes as home-cooked meals. It’s one thing if it comes from a hired personal chef, but, if it’s from you he’d rather you just make something that’s familiar, like comfort foods from your childhood.

In his opinion, a home-cooked meal has sentimental value, so if you’re sharing a dish that has ties to your adolescent years he definitely wants to hear the backstory behind it while the two of you eat, even if he’s already heard it before.

At the end of the day, he doesn’t need everything that the “posh” lifestyle he left behind gave him, all he needs is you and a little bit of time to make the most out of it.

The two of you leave the dirty dishes in the sink overnight with a silent promise to finish the cleaning in the morning and to finish off a serene day he’d hold you close while swaying along to the tempo of an old, vintage love song in the living room as the melody tumbles out of the radio.

Wrapped up in a quilt adorned with embroidered flowers, you feel content as you sink further into the mattress and pull him closer to you, connecting one last time before allowing yourself to slip into a pleasant dreamland.

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fandoms i write for

This list is subject to change often! I only list my current hyper-fixations :)

Genshin Impact

Obey Me! (Otome)

Creepypasta

Stellamore (because everyday we mourn in this household and are thankful for the time we had together goddamnit)

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