#moments this show shattered my heart: one of infinity

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satoru gojo getting mind-broken by suguru geto and toji fushiguro.

y’all gonna hate me for this🤭 2k words of porn with feelings? Maybe not.

-warnings- nsfw content🔞, mind break, non-con to dub-con to con??? Double anal penetration, rough oral sex, rough anal sex, overstimulation, nipple play, mind shattering orgasms.

I wrote two endings cause my heart couldn’t take it😩‼️ bad ending is first rip lol💀

@princeasimdiya12 thank you for your request!

———————————————————————“Satoru! It's been a while.” Suguru Geto yelled from behind, Satoru Gojo’s old friend who some even used to call them lovers.

Gojo was taken aback at the figure of his old friend and he was so dumbstruck by him that it led to him turning off his infinity.

It was that moment of weakness that got him caught by Suguru Geto. He was sealed in someone’s barrier and swept away.

Satoru tried his best to keep his thoughts in check but it was all a mess. He didn't understand how Suguru was alive. He had killed him. He had mourned him. When Gojo killed Suguru he felt as if a part of him died with him but to find out that he was alive?

Satoru didn't know what to do. His entire body shook. He didn't know what to do or think. It was as if his mind was paralyzed. He looked around the realm and all he could see was darkness.

Sensing someone was there his deep voice rang out, “I can sense that someone is here. Show yourself.”

“My My Satoru quite the observation.” Suguru Geto’s voice rumbled, his tone felt sarcastic. “Did you miss me?” he mockingly whispered but it was as if his voice vibrated through the void-like place.

“Who are you?” Satoru yelled, his voice shook with pain. “I thought you knew Satoru.” the man impersonating Geto spoke as he approached him. Gojo could just stand there as the man got near him. Suguru gently caressed his cheek. “I missed you Satoru,” He whispered, letting his breath tickle Satoru’s ears.

Satoru fumed, he was furious. “My six eyes tell me you're Suguru geto but MY SOUL KNOWS OTHERWISE! SO HURRY AND TELL ME! ANSWER WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?” Satoru shouted, his voice filled with rage.

“Heh!” Suguru laughed. “How'd you know?” he chuckled.

Gojo spat on the man pretending to be Suguru. Suguru’s facial expressions changed. “I was trying to go easy on you but I guess I was being too complacent.” He spoke coldly. “Deal with him.”

The minute those words were spoken, a flurry of men approached Gojo. Satoru wasn't really able to see anything, he tried to fight them but he couldn't do anything. He didn't have his infinity and he was quickly subdued. He felt a weight, something heavy holding him down when he attempted to move. It was something like a chain as it made noise as it dragged.

He was tied around a pillar, his hands bound and his legs spread apart and shackled by chains. One man roughly wrapped a cloth around his mouth. All he could do was move his tongue helplessly underneath the layers of cloth. “Suguru-” he attempted to growl through his gag.

“Nobody can hear ya hon.” A bemused voice that sounded quite similar to the man he had killed a long time ago was heard. Gojo’s eyes widened as he listened to the man’s voice.

“thoji zenin? Is that yuf? I thouft I haf killed you”. Gojo spoke, and his words came out muffled through his gag.

He tried to move his body but was rendered incapable. “Let mhf goh!” His garbled words were unable to be understood by his captors.

“Ya know I’ve always hated ya,” Toji spoke as he slowly approached him with a smirk. He grabbed Satoru’s throat and squeezed it. Satoru flailed around, unable to breathe.

His face had turned blue-purplish and he was on the brink of passing out when Toji let go of his neck. Satoru gasped loudly and coughed. He glared at toji who just gave him a wink. “I was just playin’ with ya. The real pain hasn’t started yet.”

That was the most helpless gojo had felt in the entirety of his life.

The fake Suguru tsked, “Feeling miserable are we?” gojo grunted, “I foud never gif yu the saatishfation.” He garbled through his gag.

“By the end of this, you'll be crying and kissing my feet Toru.” Suguru chuckled.

Toji removed Satoru’s gag. He grabbed him by his hair and pulled him into a rough kiss, sticking his tongue into his mouth and dragging his teeth over his lip. Satoru struggled, trying to move away from toji but Toji’s firm grip on his hair made it hard for him to move.

Suguru approached from the side and dipped his tongue in his collarbone. He aggressively sucked the skin, leaving marks. His hands roamed all over Satoru's body and brushed over his clothed chest. All Satoru could do was wriggle helplessly and whine.

“You're liking this aren't ya? Dirty pervert.” Toji smirked as he squeezed Satoru’s clothed balls making him grunt.

“You're gonna rot in hell.” He spat on Toji’s face.

Toji’s face darkened as he wiped the spit off his cheek. “Yer awfully cocky, aren’t ya? It’s funny. I'm gonna give you a chance okay hon? And if ya fuck up yer dead.”

Gojo pursed his lips and promptly shut up. He would let them think he was going to be subservient and the moment one of them loses their guard he will activate his technique.

“Good boy.” Toji chuckled as he started tearing his clothes off. Gojo sucked in a sharp breath but stood still without any protest.

Suguru began his assault on Satoru’s chest while Toji roughly grabbed Satoru’s jaw and squeezed it until his mouth opened partially.

The second his jaw opened, Toji stuck two of his fingers in his mouth. “Suck,” he demanded, his eyes looking vicious as if daring Satoru to do something.

Satoru gulped and started sucking on Toji’s fingers. Toji shoved them even further making him gag, tears gathered in Satoru’s eyes and saliva ran down his chin.

Suguru’s hands were still swirling around Satoru’s nipples albeit more furiously.

Satoru tried to suppress his moans as his chest was ruthlessly played with. Suguru wickedly grinned as he heard Satoru moan. He leaned down and took his right nipple in his mouth. Satoru’s nipples were sensitive which made him squeak and wiggle. Suguru continued his assault until it bruised.

Satoru sucked on Toji’s fingers at a more comfortable pace, finding comfort in the action almost distracting him from Suguru’s abuse.

Toji’s other hand made its way to his cock. He gently started stroking Satoru, making him shudder. He increased his pace leaving Satoru a whimpering mess.

Toji removed his fingers from Satoru’s mouth and wiped them on his face. Satoru could feel Sugurus's hand on his thigh and shuddered. The touch was so familiar that yet made Satoru lurch. He doesn't want both of them to touch him and he tried to shake Suguru’s hand away but it was unsuccessful. “Relax Toru,” Suguru whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

Suguru's hands started to creep a little higher, moving behind and trailing his hands over the swell of his ass. He let out a pathetic groan as Suguru’s fingers slipped between his cheeks.

Satorus's body panicked at the intrusion. It was such an unfamiliar sensation that pained Satoru.

“I told you to relax Satoru,” Suguru whispered in his ear as he slowly started to rotate his fingers.

Satoru jumped as his bindings were undone and he was bent forward. Toji shoved his cock inside his mouth while Suguru had his fingers up Satoru’s ass.

“What a slut.” toji cooed, relishing the sight of Satoru, his free hand moved towards his hair and he yanked them, pulling Satoru closer which made Satoru gag on his cock.

“NoOOOO-M’not a slut mmf.” Satoru’s voice came out high-pitched and quite muffled as toji pushed his cock even further past his slack jaw.

Satoru gurgled around his dick, tears were streaming down his face and he struggled to breathe.

Satoru let out a desperate needy noise as he got stretched open by Suguru’s fingers. And he was forced to suck Toji’s cock nonetheless. It was a soothing gesture for Satoru as he could ignore Suguru’s finger against his prostate.

His cock twitched, hips bucking forward as much as they were able to in his restraints.

A familiar feeling of pleasure shot through him, he felt as if he was about to come. He doesn't want it but there was nothing he could do to control it. He tried to shout, cry out Suguru’s name to make him stop but his voice was muffled by Toji’s cock and all he could do was endure it.

Satoru comes, his orgasm rips through him knocking the breath out of his lungs and further making him gag on Toji’s cock. He spasmed and felt fatigued.

Drool ran down Satoru’s chin as his lips parted around Toji’s dick.

Tears gathered in his eyes as toji kept thrusting his hips, hitting the back of his throat.

“Oh, you cry so prettily.” Toji crooned as he amped up his face. Suguru pulled out his fingers and positioned his cock against Satoru’s entrance.

Satoru screamed around Toji’s cock, “PLEASE! Stop Suguru! NO!” his unintelligible words go unheard as Suguru enters.

Suguru placed his hands on Satoru’s hips as he slammed his dick repeatedly inside Satoru.

He made a wanton sound as Suguru’s cock pushed deep inside his ass, stretching his wider. “He’s taking you in well eh?” toji chuckled. Satoru choked on Toji’s cock but Toji didn't stop and continued to thrust inside him.

With a groan, Toji pulled his dick out and spurted cum on Satoru’s face. He scooped some of the cum out and shoved it inside his mouth.

Suguru increased the pace of his thrusts making Satoru’s body jerk. Satoru’s body felt so sensitive. “I can't!” he furiously shook his head and screamed.

“Please stop.” he whimpered, fat tears streaming down his face. Before he could beg again, his mouth was stuffed with his own torn t-shirt. He couldn't speak, It was hard for him to breathe.

Toji walked behind Satoru and stood next to Suguru, “Ya think he's ready to take both of us in?” Toji asked as he guided himself to Satoru’s hole.

Satoru cried out, letting out noises of protest. “Aww don't be scared hon.” Toji chuckled as he shoved his dick inside Satoru. Toji’s hands move to Satoru’s hair and tighten their grip on them.

Suguru’s hand trailed towards his chest again and begin to slowly massage Satoru’s chest and roll his thumb over a nipple. A scream ripped out of Satoru as the both of them pounded into his body greedily.

Satoru’s body went rigid and his back arched, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as the feeling of pleasure and pain engulfed him.

His mind was blank. He couldn't think about anything but the pleasure he was experiencing.

Satoru was vaguely aware of him crying in ecstasy. His body quivered in pleasure, his hole was thrust into over and over again. He drooled and moaned.

His body was a mess, fluids, his and others, leaking out of his body. He heard the men talk but he wasn't able to hear anything.

His body wrung out with pleasure. Satoru wasn't even able to hear the men come, all he could feel was the warm cum that filled up his ass. He could feel nothing but bliss and a feeling of relief that the whole ordeal was over.

Bad ending?

Suguru placed Satoru on the floor and left him lying there when they were done with him. Satoru was tired, he was so tired that he could feel his eyes shut and he fell asleep.

A few moments later a well-built blonde man, Nanami Kento, his colleague showed up to the place, he rushed to him and carried him inside his car with his muscular arms.

Good ending?

Suguru carried him in his arms and led him to their shared room, toji followed behind. He brought out a wet washcloth and cleaned Satoru.

“Did you have fun Toru?” Suguru asked, his eyes forming little crescents.

Satoru looked up at both of them and gave them a droopy smile. “I did,” he said, his eyes drooping. Suguru and Toji joined him on the bed and cuddled him.

“We should do this more you know,” Toji spoke. “What? role play?” Satoru mumbled.

“Naah it hurt me seeing Satoru like that,” Suguru muttered.

“It was fun tho?” toji retorted with a smirk. “Oh yes, seein' ya go crazy on our cocks was fun.” toji added, reminiscing about their escapades.

Satoru blushed and lightly slapped Toji’s chest, “Shut up.” “Aww is my baby Toru blushing?” Suguru cooed. “Stop making fun of me.” Satoru huffed.

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[ifbench]

Pokemon Mystery Dungeon

So, here we are. It's been over three years since the last PMD game, and almost 8 since the last one that wasn't a remake. Where does this leave us? Will we ever get another new PMD game? I don't know. Personally? I have hope that the series isn't dead. That one day, we will get another. But I can't say for certain. But even if this is the end…what a legacy PMD has left us with. Five lovely games, each with their own story to tell, their own joys to be had. Sure, some may be better than others, but they all carry the spirit of PMD within them. Rescue Team is a story about finding yourself in a foreign world, of finding home in the unlikeliest of places, of how even when the rest of the world is against you, you'll always have some people who believe in you. Explorers is a story about overcoming impossible odds, of staying true to oneself, of shining bright at world's end, of how if your legacy is still remembered, in a way, you'll still be alive. Adventure Squad is a story of finding joy in the little things, of how even simple acts of kindness can turn around the hearts of a whole village. Gates to Infinity is a story about holding onto hope even in the most desperate circumstances, of friendships that never truly die, of kindness begetting more kindness, of changing the world for the better, one step at a time. Super is a story of learning who you truly are, what makes you yourself, of how negativity is a necessary part of life, of globe-spanning friendships, of entrusted hope, of how you can do amazing things, of how it's ok to need help. Each one has its own, unique take on PMD. Each one has its own themes, its own joys it wants to share. Each one complements the rest, and all together? They make something truly wonderful. While it's possible that PMD might never return, that attatchement we have to it? That love we have for our partners? That joy we have when we remember our favorite moments from it? That will never truly fade. It might be buried, might be forgotten, but it will never truly die. It will always be there, waiting to return. In a way, PMD will never end. Like Special Episode 5 of Explorers teaches us, if our legacy is remembered, then we're still alive, in a way. Our spirit still shines bright, still affecting others. As long as we continue to cherish PMD, it will never die. I'm crying so hard as I type this all. I love PMD. I love it with all my heart. I think a good way to show why PMD will never truly die is to take a look at the fanworks made for it. There are hundreds, if not thousands of fanworks created about PMD. Comics, fanfics, askblogs, and more, all telling their own stories about PMD. All created because of love for PMD. Silver Resistance. Victory Fire. Hands of Creation. Warped Skies. Quenched Torch. Legends Legacy. Shatter. Daily Life in Pokemon Paradise. Flake-N-Rudy. Askanotslownotking. Free Fiction. The Dreamstone. Places We Call Home. Galaxies Above. On Borrowed Time. Fledglings. Liberators of Fate. Sierra 10. Flowerbeds. Irau's Journal. Psychic Sheep. Zero the Hero. Path of Valor. Even those of us who aren't telling full stories, those of us who make fanart, those of us who make fanmusic and remixes, those of us who just gush about PMD. We're all keeping PMD alive. To everyone who has ever made any sort of PMD fanwork, discussed their love for the series, or even just recommended it to a friend. To anyone who has ever helped keep PMD alive. Thank you. Even if we never get a new PMD game, it will never truly die, as long as we continue to cherish it. Thank you all so much.

I have my own PMD fanworks, if anyone wishes to check them out.

Eternal Shadows, a PMD story taking place post-Super, about a human-turned-Oshawott who wishes to return home.

In Tandem, a hybrid PMD and trainerfic, about a PMD Tropius who wishes to become a trainer in the human world.

Then, Then, and Now, a hybrid Rescue Team and Legends Arceus story, of a protagonist who goes through both.

A Comprehensive Guide to Items, a guide to items in the PMD world, and how they work, written in-universe by the Rescue Team partner.

A Way to Reunite, a Gates to Infinity oneshot, about an alternate epilogue if the Worldcore didn't exist.

Day of Heroes, a oneshot celebrating the four main PMD games. The protagonists and partners of each game celebrate a holiday dedicated to them, together.

I also have a variety of PMD askblogs.

@ask-team-searchlights is an askblog for the cast of Eternal Shadows, and @ask-world-savers-council is an askblog for the cast of Day of Heroes. And @adventuresquadharvest is a new askblog I started today, for giving love for Adventure Squad.

If you decide to check out any of these, I hope you enjoy.

I'm also always available to chat about PMD! I have a bunch of headcanons and worldbuilding about the series that I'd love to talk about more! Feel free to either approach me in DMs, ask me on this blog, or contact me on Discord! My username there is ifbench, same as here.

I hope you've all enjoyed my PMD rambles. Thank you for listening.

#pmd #pmd rambles #pokemon mystery dungeon #rambling #pmd spoilers #pmd1 #pmd2 #pmd3 #pmd4 #rescue team #rescue team dx #explorers of sky #gates to infinity #pokemon super mystery dungeon #super mystery dungeon #pmd super #pokemon #pmd eos #pmd explorers #pmd gates #pmd rescue team

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

oh my god. an excuse to talk about my favs please never apologise for asking i love u. heres a list and also a song i assign them because i can LMFAO 🫶:

10. murashige yuzuki - skip and loafer

yuzuki means SO much to me. she is so so kind and has the biggest heart ever and is always looking out for the rest of the girls, and she’s so perceptive too. and the effort she puts into her art makes me sob. she’s the biggest supporter and i adore her friendship with the other girls 🥹💗

song: there she goes by sixpence none the richer. dw about it

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9. mai - avatar the last airbender

she is SO me. oldest sister core. i adore how much she cares in the show even though it’s always masked by indifference or harsh words. her betrayal scene was FANTASTIC and she is so skilled and powerful i love her. also love her design it’s very cute!!

song: are you satisfied? by marina. i feel i dont need to explain this one

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8. kyan reki - sk8 the infinity

holds him so gently. nothing bad should happen to him ever. he is the sweetest character and he is trying his damn BEST and his arc was incredibly done. super realistic. hurt my soul. him and miya are the most siblings to ever sibling. GIVE HIM PRAISE HE DESERVES THE WORLD

song: outdated by lyric. ps i LOVE lyric it’s my new obsession and her songs send me to heaven. highly recommend !! <3

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7. shi qingxuan - tian guan ci fu

the genderqueer icon. the silliest babygirl. they are the light of my life and i smile every time they come on screen. them and xie lian are the funniest duo ever. and i love how cheeky they are no matter the situation, and that they’re so smart!!

(honourable mention 1: lang qianqiu. he was here before sqx replaced him. his story shattered me into pieces and i hold him so dear to my heart)

song: girls and boys in school by neon trees. i am the biggest neon trees fan and i feel like the vibe fits. also any trashy 2000s pop song fits too. i think sqx would love kesha

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6. yosano akiko - bungo stray dogs

YOSANO I LOVE YOU 💗💗💗💗💗 the moment her backstory hit i was utterly fucking DESTROYED. her fight with kajii and her speech about how valuable human life is (which you wouldnt expect because her ability can ‘reverse’ death) was amazing, and then you get to know WHY she thinks that way with her backstory. and the way she was forced to become a weapon but unlearned that with the help of the agency. oh god. im on my knees. asagiri give me more yosano screentime i beg 🔪

(honourable mention 2: akutagawa. i didnt want to spam this list with bsd characters but just know that he hurts my soul and destroys me mentally)

song: history of man by maisie peters. again i feel i dont need to explain this

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5. mu qing - tian guan ci fu

he is SUCH a little fucking bitch (affectionate). admittedly hes here because hes pretty and sassy. genuinely my fav tgcf character and his attitude is funny. hes also dumb sometimes (with feng xin or xie lian) and i love how hes so embarrassed of affection. please give him more hugs i need to see this man blush. also hes in an 800 year old situationship and there is SO much to unpack there but it doesnt matter because i want to throw him in a blender NOW ‼️

song: best by gracie abrams. i was gonna put a sillier song but i think this fits him and his dumb situationship. get this guy to talk about his feelings

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4. edogawa ranpo - bungo stray dogs

!!!!!! RANPO! hes so me. hes been my fav since season 1 and then untold origins got adapted and i was shaken. holy shit. hes just a boy. he just needs love. he flaunts his brain and power as a direct response to how much he was shamed for it as a child. HIM AND FUKUZAWA. HIM AND YOSANO. im gonna sob. he seems so cocky and arrogant and then u realise hes desperately trying to be the smartest in the room because he knows how much the agency relies on him. hes trying to protect everyone. hes holding the weight of the entire agency on his shoulders. im squishing him I LOVE RANPO

song: mastermind by taylor swift. it was either that or mirrorball. but i think the bridge fits him especially well <3

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3. itadori yuuji - jujutsu kaisen

TOP 3!! ITADORI YUUJI THE MC THAT YOU ARE. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 💞💞💞💞💞 hes pink and silly PLEASE take all his suffering away and give it to gege akutami. I LOVE HIM. he has undeniable willpower AND UNSHAKEABLE CHARACTER and he keeps getting up no matter how many times hes been beaten down. HE FIGHTS SO HARD FOR THE PEOPLE HE LOVES. he wants to save people. he blames himself so much for things that aren’t his fault and it makes me CRY holy shit. and the way he looks past appearances and sees people for who they are inside/their talents and positives. GREENEST FLAG. I LOVE YOU YUUJI. please please please give him back everyone he loves and give him a big hug. put him in a romance anime this jjk shit is NOT for him 😞

song: atlantis by seafret. it was that or not strong enough. both options hurt equally bad. I LOVE HIM ☹️

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2. cheng xiaoshi - link clink

HNGHHSHDHDHHSSJDHSHHSHSSHSHDHSHSHDHHS. CHENG XIAOSHI I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. none of you get it (ps PLEASE watch link click i want more lc friends 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏). he is the best thing of this show and the show is fantastic so thats saying something. HES SO DUMB BUT SO KIND AND AN AMAZING FIGHTER and his backstory omg i need to give him a hug. i love how determined he always is to give people a better life, to change their past for the better, even though hes heavily warned not to do that. and that he is ALWAYS fighting for others. and how understanding he is. his relationship with both lu guang and qiao ling are so precious. he has this warm aura around him that draws the other characters to him u know?? i am the biggest cxs stand i will defend him with my life. i cant say much more with spoilers so ill end here but I FUCKING LOVE HIM PLEASE WATCH LINK CLICK DO IT FOR HIM 🫶🫶🫶🫶

song: waiting room by phoebe bridgers. he knows he cant change anything but god fucking DAMN it does he wish he can. sobs forever

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1. fushiguro megumi - jujutsu kaisen

MEGUMI!!!!! i feel like we saw this coming. ill never shut up about him. megumi i love you. ill defend him with my LIFE. he is the biggest lover at his core and he is so determined to protect those he loves. and his whole thing about never reaching his full potential because he doesn’t believe in his power… ough. and how he loves his friends so much but wont show it. he’ll be like ‘i do NOT care about human earthworm’ and then watch all four movies. he is my son. and yeah as a manga reader ive been suffering for so long but WE HAVE HOPE NOW! megumi nation in megumi we trust 🙏 I LOVE HIM. his sass is also really funny. i love him have i mentioned that. im not even articulate anymore my brain is just HDHFJSBDJDHJD when i think of him. he makes me miserable. his relationships with tsumiki, gojo, toji etc are all so depressing in their own way. HE DOESNT DESERVE ANY OF THAT SHIT BTW GEGE GIVE HIM BACK HIS HAPPINESS. also wait i love how smart he is during battle and how he is so observant, and how he explains jujutsu stuff to people like yuuji who are new to it. HAVE I MENTIONED HOW KIND HE IS. HGDNAJDHSJD. my silly pining gay boy. i am hugging him so gently and making him the warmest soup ever. sorry for the rant MEGUMI THE CHARACTER EVER 💗💗💗🫶🫶🫶💞💞💞🩵🩵🩵

song: the alcott by the national ft taylor swift. this is ESPECIALLY solidified by this edit here that changed my life. LIVE LAUGH LOVE MEGUMI 2k24

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wow this is a long post. thank you SO much for the ask sorry for how incoherent this is i love my favs 🤍

#asks #the way the paragraphs get noticeably longer is kinda embarrassing but we live #also i was trying my best to pull from different fandoms but alas we still have repeats LMAO #skip and loafer #murashige yuzuki #atla #mai #sk8 the infinity #kyan reki #tgcf #shi qingxuan #mu qing #bsd #yosano akiko #edogawa ranpo #link click #cheng xiaoshi #jjk #itadori yuuji #fushiguro megumi #long post #edit: i feel like this makes my fav types of characters even more obvious this is so embarrassing

[twinsunstars]

Thoughts on Ahsoka Episode 5 - Shadow Warrior - A Discussion Post

Episode 5 of Ahsoka was truly an emotional rollercoaster. There were so many surprises and details that everyone just could not miss. Filoni truly fed us with content, and we love getting to see some touching moments. Buckle up and let's talk about it!

(all screencaps from Ahsoka are from cap-that.com! https://www.cap-that.com/starwars/ahsoka/105/index.php?page=4)

Let's start with the one and only Anakin Skywalker. With Hayden Christensen reprising his role, he comes to Ahsoka in the version she grew up seeing: her master. Anakin states that he wants to complete Ahsoka's training, and they engage in a lightsaber duel that gets intense with every step.

Whenever he said "Live... or die", my mind had flashbacks to when he had said in Rebels, "Then you will die." My head just kept going to it and I had chills.

Ahsoka falls from the World Between Worlds into a flashback of the Clone Wars, reliving the battle. Ariana Greenblatt, who played young Gamora in Avengers: Infinity War, the little sister in Stuck in the Middle, and was recently in the Barbie movie, plays young Ahsoka, which I find amazing. She really captured how young Ahsoka was during the war and her emotions towards everything around her.

Seeing the Clone Wars scenes made me feel like I was the young high school girl during the pandemic again who had just recently discovered Star Wars and had quickly watched all of Clone Wars to catch up to Season 7 and see every masterpiece of the show. This was such an exciting moment for all of us fans. Hayden nails the Clone Wars Anakin with his outfit and his movements.

Ahsoka sits beside an injured clone, putting her hand on his. The clone gently holds her hand, right before he falls to his death. Ahsoka's emotions take over her as she begins to cry, grieving. These scenes truly show how young she was; she was just a child forced into a war that has to be fought. Greenblatt's portrayal of Ahsoka nails the spot on these details.

We also got to see the Siege of Mandalore in live action, which has become one of the best Clone Wars arcs. Anakin steps into the scene, getting to see the Siege of Mandalore for the first time with his own eyes. I will never get over the way that the two are standing together, it's literally the same shot from Season 7 of Clone Wars.

One of the most brilliant surprises in the episode was getting to see Captain Rex. LIKE LOOK AT HIM!! The king only had a few lines and a few shots, but he slayed as usual. We could hear Temuera Morrison's voice under the helmet, which got my excitement up. I'm so glad he voiced Rex and we got to see him in live action. (Now where is Rex during the present in Ahsoka???)

Back to the present above the water. Hera had found Huyang, who stands near the cliff, holding Sabine's Mandalorian helmet. He wished that they stayed together, and is sad now that they are apart and who knows where.

Jacen was truly adorable this episode. He hung out with Chopper and Hera the whole episode, and when he was playing with Chopper, the sight was so cute. Jacen listens to the waves, eventually hearing the lightsabers clash between Ahsoka and Anakin. The Force truly thrives through this kid, and Kanan would be so proud. Also, the fact that Kanan was mentioned this episode shattered my heart. Huyang is forced to take Jacen aboard the ship for "a tour", the kid's interests peaked about the Jedi. He asks Huyang if he can be trained, which he straightforward says "No", which I found funny.

Returning to the flashbacks, Ahsoka kept on seeing Anakin turn into Vader between quick shots that flashed with each burst of light. The sight that scares us all. When Anakin turned into Vader during the Siege of Mandalore scene, the way his voice changed sent chills down my spine. If I looked at an image from that part, I could hear his voice.

As Ahsoka fights the Vader side of Anakin who eventually appeared back in the World Between Worlds, she manages to get ahold of his lightsaber. The red blade glows under her face, and her eyes slowly turned into those red-yellow Sith eyes, just like Anakin's. Anakin sees his padawan as a Sith briefly right before the blade extinguishes. Everything eventually turns back to the calm normal. Ahsoka bids farewell to her master before falling back into the water.

After Hera and the crew rescued Ahsoka from the water, we got a hug between Jacen and Ahsoka, which was adorable. Ahsoka has now begun wearing white, which I feel like is definitely symbolic of something. The white outfit reminds me of the one she wore in the Rebels finale, even if it's not exactly it.

With the New Republic after their tails, Hera talks to Mon Mothma about the situation, who unfortunately can't do anything about it. Senator Organa was also mentioned, which means our girl Leia was trying her best to hold on for Hera. Hera, the rebel she is, goes with her own plans anyway.

The purgills were the ones who took Ezra and Thrawn away into a whole other galaxy, so how do we try to find them? Follow the purgills! Ahsoka (with Huyang) follows the purgills (and actually goes inside one... yeah she's Anakin's padawan with that plan). Both are ready to go with the purgills to find Sabine, and hopefully find Ezra.

Jacen watches the purgills while sitting in the Ghost, talking to his mom about the stories regarding the purgills that took away Ezra and the "bad guys". I'm so glad Jacen knows about Ezra, even if it has to be through stories. The day the two meet will be such a joyous occassion. Even though Hera won't go with, she hopes that they return safely with Sabine and (praying) Ezra.

There's only three episodes left now, and I just know even more chaos is about to ensue. Ezra and Thrawn should definitely be making appearances very soon, which is going to be so fun. There was more focus on Ahsoka this episode rather than Sabine, and I loved the directions it went in. Filoni really gave us fans all the emotions and incredible shots, and he is still responsible for my therapy. I feel like next episode will definitely be much more of a rollercoaster, and here's to manifesting again that Ezra (and Thrawn) will show up soon.

#star wars #star wars rebels #ahsoka series #ahsoka show #anakin skywalker #hayden christensen #hera syndulla #jacen syndulla #chopper star wars #huyang #captain rex #clone wars #kanan jarrus #ezra bridger #sabine wren #dave filoni #siege of mandalore #ahsoka spoilers

[helloescapist]

okii, i'm ready to make a request now! just a reminder tthat u don't have to do it now - your health and the other works gotta come first yknow

anyways

Request (SFW, KNY):

you know how the spider mother in rui's family was technically a child demon forced to be a "mother" to demons who were older than her?

ok well what if she was somehow saved by a fem!uppermoon!reader who took her away from the abusive spider Family? What if Reader started acting as a mother figure to her? (poor kid seriously needs a better authority figure in her life than rui lmao)

Hello, hello!

I'm so sorry for how long it has taken me to get to this request anon. You are absolutely so sweet, and I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. This was a really interesting request, and one that had me really thinking. When this season aired, it honestly... left me with all the creepy crawlies thinking about the "Spider Mother". I hope you're ready for what I have in store for you.

A Thousand Summers | Spider Mother

Word Count: 2508?

Setting: fem!uppermoon!reader x spider mother [reader acts as an adopted mother]

Content Warning(s): hints of abuse (p and s), trauma, adoption

Summary: A child you had never intended to care for, but one you would protect at the cost of your own life.

A/N: I utilized details of the yokai Ubume, alongside the character of Queen Im Hwa-ryeong from the Queen’s Umbrella (one of my absolute favorite shows by the way).

Your throat seared, scratched upon the edge of a blade. The touch of iron that threatened your taste buds, hissed out curses that brought on the infinities. The past centuries near meaningless, as the screams that shattered your teeth. Her form, so petite beneath your gaze; the horror painted on her face as delicate as rouge. The quiver of her helianthus eyes, the fading of light in her maroon x-shaped irises as her sight met your own. Run, your senses screamed. The tears that threatened to spill over, the touch of the wind through her coffee bean hair, as rare as the imports that frequented Lord Muzan’s shop. Extravagant, run, her bangs curled to the edges of her face, the ends of her hair touched upon the highs of her cheeks. Youthful in her features, a child who had witnessed far more in this life and the last than your heart could ever hope to accept. Severed from humanity, painted in blood as the strands that stained the corner of your lips.  Seared your lungs, choked upon the air that hindered your breaths, the weapon lodged upon the shreds of your flesh. Her scream that vibrated through her ears, hollowed your heart as though someone had carved the organ from your chest cavity with a ladle as if the core still served a purpose. Though it had not filtered blood in generations, it was merely ornamental throughout the decades. Brought to life only at the sight of her tears. Run, p-, the tears that touched upon her eyelashes, as her knees met the soft earth beneath her. Fragile as the day you had met her. Please, your voice only left a desperate growl caught against the edge of the nichirin blade, as vibrant as sapphires beneath the moonlight. As otherworldly as the breathing technique that had captivated your flesh, claimed your throat. The strength of the wielder scented of fresh rain as his drawn eyes revealed his resolve. Determined to claim your life, the threads of your neck bone shattered against its drawn, his muscles pushed further and further, slowly but surely, forcing its way through the last shreds of skins that clung to your life. Your nails struggling to cling to the edges of existence leaving claw marks against the metal sheath. If only for a moment longer, clinging onto the frays of hope that she would find the legs beneath her, to flee from this battleground. From the Hashira, who’s expression was as vacant as death. His hair as black as the Demon Slayer’s crow feathers, the swordsman who would claim your life, an inevitable fate that you knew there was no escape, but if only for a moment, “C—Chi-n-natsu,” your voice a mangled scratch of a yowl, as pitiful as a cat in heat as your nails gathered at the blade, beckoning her sense to return to her. Your other hand struggling to clench the umbrella in your grasp, please, please, you have to run.

              Trembled as a leaf as her x shaped irises struggled to follow your voice through the fog of her fears. The tremor of her form, petite and small, tears that struggled past doll like eyelashes, and the small whimper of a sob that spilled through her lips. Reminiscent of the night you had happened upon her, three years ago.

The moonlight flickered amongst the mountains, peeked beneath the shadow of the trees. Illuminated the glow of the yellow tinted moon, ushered the depths of the night, whispered horrors beneath the flicker of glistened silk. The stench of blood littered amongst the ground, soaked into the depths of the soil. Tarnished the once substantial grounds, ushered no signs of life within the mountains rather only welcomed death upon its playground. Bodies twisted and mutilated and disfigured, crafted into various forms. Others dismembered, and askew from their natural forms. Tattered uniforms bearing the marks of the enemy’s insignia. The occasional monstrous creature that crept across Mount Un Natagumo. Lowly lifeforms that bore little speech, useless in deciphering the situation amongst the summits. Only the occasional arachnid is capable of the basic pattern of communication. Nothing tangible, or intellectual, rather a messenger of some patchwork family. Each step that followed your ascent into the depths of the mountains only validated Lord Muzan’s frustrations. Your intrusion upon the lower kizuki no mere mistake of wandering; each step intentional announcement upon the demons that masqueraded as a family. A vision amongst the moonlight, an unusual sight upon the foliage. Long hair that reflected the era you had ailed from when the veins in your body served a purpose. A time when your heart would beat, nearly a millennium ago. The antique charms weaved carefully into your hair. Adapt at having threaded the embellishments in your luscious hair, practices that had escaped the generations that had followed kept secret in your routines. No longer to recall a time in which the weight of the many layers of kimono you bore affected you, far too accustomed to the burden. Unable to even question if it had ever been a hinderance to your movements, unaffected in the way you maneuvered your form up the mountain regardless of the steep tread. The roll of your sleeves betraying a lifetime of extravagance, though you could no longer recall such days, finding only the occasional comfort in their weight. Familiar as the movement of your body, posed amongst the thorns, the veil of midnight kissed upon the sheen of your weimao shielding your from the repulsive manifestations of a child’s loneliness ran rampant into the night. None such daring to cross your path, only hindering the delivery of your lordship’s message.

              That was until you happened upon a clearing, in which a woman adorned the marks of the lower Kizuki, the damning markings etched upon her face, the sorrow that filled her expression, the touch upon her features that beckoned you forward. The twitch of threads caught between her fingers, and at first, it was merely your intention to question where the kizuki could be found. To inquire upon his location and determine the state of matters upon the mountain—Lord Muzan was nearing his limits. His generosity for the creation of the child a whisper of pity, rumored amongst the Upper Moons. Details you rarely entertained, uninterested in the affairs of the lower ranks. They so very rarely remained in power that you had never considered committing their names to memory. Yet, when you had been introduced to the spider child, sparking a deeply buried desire, one that you could not place. Echoed faint memories of a past that resembled more of a daydream, but as the years had pass, the amusement of one so young. A child drunk on power, rampant to fabricate a family, to craft love, and trap those within his net. Desperate to cling to those around him, regardless of the cost sharing his art would damn him. Yes, you had merely intended to inquire as to how it she had come to be, your opportunity to inquire challenged by a predator that leapt from the shadows, and the eager way in which the woman greeted death. Her fingers free of the tangle of silk, eyelashes closed as though she whispered a prayer unheard by the gods, and for a shift of the years you had endured, the intrusion caught your interference. The twirl of your weimao beckoning for the drizzle of rain, illuminating an illusion as you pulled the woman’s kimono between your fingers, allowed her to dream of death, to utter the existence of the kizuki upon the mountain. Enough to send the young slayer deeper into the thicket of the trees. An illusion shattered by the startle state of your fingers touched upon a youthful cheek. The round high of her cheek distorted under the pad of your finger. The tremble of one so young, no more than a girl new to the world. New to the night. Tremoring beneath your touch, the tears that caught between her eyelashes. One so eager for death, a desperate plea that recoiled into itself. Revealed fear, and abuse in the way she dared to flinch from your grasp.

              No, the situation had been far from redeemable.

              The lower kizuki’s influence sponged from her pores beneath your own art, a tremble of bones and fragile regard.  Tears that caught on her long eyelashes, the tremble of her shoulders that curled down her spine far too willing to except a blow that you had not administered.

              And so, the young demon remained in your care. An added burden that you had not considered undertaking and yet for all your wandering had brought you, you had not the ability to push her form your care. Ushering her from the spider’s care as merely a mean’s to verify Rui’s failures. Your travels to his lordship having bonded you. The first night in which you had ushered her at an inn, further sponging the stench of the blood art that had morphed her body, manipulated her features. Matured her in ways that a child should never endure, the way her body had shuttered beneath your gentle touch, the tears that had found the corner of her eyes. Never daring to allow them to fall, far too anxious to reveal her own terror at your touch. Merely having intended to change her kimono, repulsed to see such exposure on one so young, her response leaving you only to withdraw your hand. Appraise the stutter of her voice. The occasional way her eyes found you in open defiance, ignorant of the way her body betrayed her aggression. Nor the confusion that found her large eyes upon your acceptance. Delicately folding the kimono inwards, before placing it before her. Urging her to change while you were out, your return upon wandering the gardens of the inn after a suitable amount of time, to find her curled up in the webs of a kimono that seemed nearly too big for her to shoulder. No—one in which she did not know how to adorn, the small chuckle that escaped your rouged lips. The little one before you resembling a little girl as she should, before she submitted to the well practice or your hands as you secured her belt properly. Far too aware of the bruises at her neck, nor the marks upon her thigh when she sat indignantly as children so often do.

              Nights spent at an arms’ length, though it never seemed enough. Only her curiosity gathering the better of her at times, to draw herself towards you if only to peer at the umbrella that you kept at your side. A knowing smile of a little girl who’s eyes found the embellishments from time to time. Enthralled, and perhaps dreaming of the day in which she too may wear one appropriately. Though you never revealed the way her eyes wandered to your own when she believed you ignorant.

              The night in which the fireflies fluttered amongst the summer’s breeze. A rare opportunity to enjoy her company in your own abode. One that you had garnished time after time, greeted in the way you had arrived from an upper moon’s meeting; his lordship especially temperamental at the advancement the Slayer Corps had managed in the prior weeks before dispatching Hantengu and Gyokko, and dismissing the remainder of you to await his commands. The little one, so quick to greet you. The shadow of who she once was left behind in the corners of the night. The smile she offered you as warm as one seeking praise from their mother. Tempting the touch of your hand as she beckoned you forward, wishing to share the growth of blossoms amongst the gardens. A skill she had accomplished under your care. The joy evident upon her features as her fingers found the petals of a small flower, chattering on without a care. Sharing everything the textbooks you had provided her had to share upon these specific species. The leaves of her tireless efforts tangled in a mass upon the growing tangles of her hair, oblivious as a child should be. Blissful of the care she had received, and eager to bask in your touch as you beckoned her to the veranda. Delicately obscuring locks from her face. The small touch of her hair caught against your fingers as she accepted your touch. Weary and fatigued from the chores of the day, fallen into the space upon your lap, curled up and secure. All evidence of who she had been, and what she had endured was erased from her features. “[LN], you’ll be going soon, won’t you.” The touch of her eyes, fallen to the lows of the garden, allowing your hands to continue to put aside her hair as you dusted the twigs and leaves from her mane.

              “Will you miss me?” You teased.

              “Ah, no I,” haughty at first before the uneasiness to gather into her features, “please, return home safe.”

              The small murmur of a hum as you accepted the depths of her sentiments, never openly acknowledging the way she waited for your return after each voyage. “You know, I’ve been thinking.” Allowing a gentle smile to touch upon your lips at the curious way her eyes glanced upon your own, peering up at you from your lap. “You have yet to think of a name.”

              “That,” she sighed before averting her eyes. Puffing her cheeks as though a means to pout before heaving her small breath. “I’ve no name. I-I must have, once, but…” The silence to fill the gaps, revealing the anxiety or perhaps the depths of her loss at the way her fingers clasped upon your kimono.

              Nodding only quietly, “Then perhaps, Chinatsu will do.”

“RUN,” You screamed, utilizing the remainder of your strength to frce upon your blood art. A flurry of rain that sent her reeling into the depths of the forest. The ache of your heart at the way she screamed upon your name, desperate to remain at your side. To greet death together, a fate you could never allow to come to pass. The slump of your form, and the limp regard of your nails as the blade slashed through, the Water Hashira capitalizing on your last attempt to send your child from your reach, if only to give her the chance to escape his clutches.

              The thud across the ground, and the metallic jingle of your ornaments were audible. Loud, in their revelation as was the sheath of the blade that had claimed your final moments. The touch of cold eyes that appraised you curiously, a life a millennium ago, and a child you had never carried to term, the wept of your tears, and the anguish of your final moments echoed upon your resolve as the smile that met your lips. Yes, Chinatsu. A name that uttered your wishes for a child you had claimed, a thousand summers would never be enough.

              Please, run, my love.

You can find the requested prequel here, A Thousand Dreams | Spider Mother.

#🍡tsuyospeaks #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #spider mother

[sea-moon-star]

BTSVT as songs from 1989 by Taylor Swift

A/N- Just my way of combining all three lomls, it's based on the vibe of the song & what imagery the lyrics bring to my mind, with the members I imagine being main characters of that musical masterpiece. 🌊🌙⭐

Seokjin 💜 How You Get The Girl

His love is humorous, it makes you double down on laughter on good days & forget your sorrows on the bad ones. His love is imperfect, messy, chaotic but it's real, it always ends in a happy ever after.

Yoongi 💜 Out Of The Woods

His love is intense, it's a high that never wears off. It's scary at first but comforting at the end, it's resilient & always resurfaces no matter how long it's hidden. It'll leave you physically weary but with a clarity of mind & heart that you desperately crave for.

Hoseok 💜 Welcome to New York

His love is eye catching, it's mesmerizing. It makes you feel alive, it's intimidating at first but also full of light & joy after. It's ever evolving & it'll open your eyes to the unexpected but you can depend on it to never let you down.

Namjoon 💜 Say Don't Go

His love is soul stirring, earth shattering & heart breaking. You can't imagine existing without him, you'll do anything to keep him in your life. He sets the standard so high, nothing can compare.

Jimin 💜 Suburban Legends

His love is the stuff of fairytales & cliches. He's too beautiful to be true but also irresistible to stay away from. He will be the center of your world, he will change everything till you don't remember a time without him around.

Taehyung 💜 This Love

His love stays with you from beginning to end, it may fade away but it'll come back full force. It's cyclical, like an infinity sign bound to repeat its curves. He shows up just when you need him, he'll leave his mark even when he's not around, he is the home you always return to no matter where you've been.

Jungkook 💜 Wildest Dreams

His love is unreal, it's everything you've ever dreamt of & more. His love is larger than life, making you live a thousand lifetimes in one. Every movie, show, book pales in comparison, he'll spoil you rotten.

Seungcheol 💎 Is It Over Now?

His love makes you go crazy, the kind to occupy your dreams, your every waking moment, it's all consuming. The kind that makes you leave all rational thought behind.

Jeonghan 💎 I Know Places

His love brings thrill but also brings safety. He's the type to protect you from the world, while never letting you feel a second of boredom. You're constantly going to be running, but you'll have your peace in him. It's you & him against the world, he'll never let go & certainly never let you lose.

Joshua 💎 Slut

His love is soft & luxurious, but also deep and impactful. It attracts attention and tempts fate but its worth fighting for. It's easy to fall for him, he stands out in the masses.

Jun 💎 All You Had to Do Was Stay

His love is mysterious but once you figure it out, it's evergreen. He'll do one thing but he'll do it right, he's someone who won't come to your notice immediately but once he makes it there, it's hard to look away. He's all anyone wants, only if you're willing to be patient & observant, if not he's gone.

Soonyoung 💎 Wonderland

His love is rushed, all at once, overwhelming in all the good ways and not. He's easy to fall for, hard to fall out of. He's an escape, the kind you can't step back from but also can't full give into. He's a make or break kinda love with no in between.

Wonwoo 💎 Now That We Don't Talk

His love creeps on slow but deep, it starts without much clue then engulfs you. He invades your life in a way that you question who you are, outside of him. You can't help but spend evey moment, wondering about him.

Jihoon 💎 New Romantics

His love is bold, creative, out of the box & modern. It's undefined by rules & labels, it let's you be free & authentic. It's empowering, it makes you feel like you're invincible. It's free & accessible yet it feels exclusive.

Seokmin 💎 Shake It Off

His love is light & fluffy but don't mistake it to be casual or lacking in depth. It'll take your breath away, it'll give you wings to fly. He'll never hold you back, just be there by your side while encouraging you to smile & keep going.

Mingyu 💎 Style

His love is classic, it makes you feel timeless. With him, nothing can go wrong. You can have a good time with the grandest of gestures & smallest of nudges. You belong together without a moment of hesitation, he's a keeper who is everyone's type.

Minghao 💎 Clean

His love is liberating, has its ebbs and flows, makes you feel clean & untouched by the world. It's vast like the ocean, strong like a rain downpour.

Seungkwan 💎 I Wish You Would

His love is high voltage, it's not everyone's cup of tea. But once you get used to the high octave, you're gonna wish for more & more. It's loud, it's sincere, it's conspicuous, it's the kind you wanna wear on your sleeve proudly.

Hansol 💎 You Are In Love

His love lies in small details, actions & subtleties. It'll creep up on you when you least expect it, and make itself a permanent part of your life like it always existed.

Chan 💎 Bad Blood

His love is more than 100% of him. He gives it everything he's got, but once you break his heart there's no coming back from it. He's loyal to a fault, it's either all in or a clean break, you're missing out on a gem if you let go of this one.

THE END. 🌊🌙⭐️

#bts #svt #taylor swift #1989 taylor's version #1989 tv #bts army #svt carat #bangtan #seventeen

[stilldancewithyou]

What are some things from the 2nd book you absolutely want to see next season, and why? I’ve always seen book 2 as a very intimate look at grief. It’s so sad, and I really think informs the decisions all of the characters make. I’m curious to see how they tackle that. I’d love to hear your take. I’ve been following your observations and always love what you have to say. 🙂

One of my favorite parts of book two was the way it showed everyone's grief, in as you said, an intimate way. As someone who has personal experience with grieving the loss of a close family member, it's really important to me to see the grief part done well and realistically, if that makes sense. It was done so well in the books, like even the way Laurel is in the background to sad to even remember to eat and just locking herself away in her office so Belly and Steven won't see her being sad just gets me and I hope they show that in the show. I liked that the books showed Susannah's funeral (despite what happened between Conrad and Belly there) and just how raw everyone's emotions were. You could really feel how sad everyone was. So I hope the show gives us that same intimate, raw look at grief, and carries it through into the 3rd season (bc you could tell how they were still a little sad in the 3rd book even though it had been a few years).

Thing I most want to see is Conrad and Belly's December night. I want to see him picking her up and waiting outside for her, giving her his sweater because she forgot to put her coat on, and I want to see all of their conversations in Cousins in entirety. I want to see how awkward and careful he is at first, sitting on the other side of the couch, and I want to feel how much they both want each other but he slows her down and is super gentle, just everything in that chapter on my screen please.

And the infinity necklace. Even though it's already been introduced, I hope it comes back for season 2 like in the book. I want to see her find it and be confused and surprised and put it on. I need that whole bit after Conrad catches her kissing Jeremiah with the necklace on where he asks for it back and tells her she knows what it means. I want to see how shattered his heart is in that moment. And then I need the entire motel scene. I hope they do that right.

I also want to see Adam being an asshole and Laurel calling him out and saving the house. And the dynamic sort of changing between Belly and the boys, the angst and jealous between them. Because for me reading how the boys slowly began to realize they both really wanted her and she wanted both of them cracked me up. And there were just some funny conversations between them when they were all at the house together. And the way they belly flop her before they leave I need to see too.

Idk I feel like the book is SO good and I hope they do it justice and maybe add some more flashbacks and things they didn't have time to add in season 1. Apparently Cam Cameron was on set filming season 2 and I wonder if Nicole and the other girls will be back too...my prediction is that there either simply just at the funeral or else they come to the party the boys and Belly have on what they believe is their last night in the beach house (at least that's what I hope their involvement is! I don't want a bunch of other/new plotlines and characters taking away from the story and plot).

The fact that they had a college set they were filming at makes me so happy bc the college scenes were so good! I hope they include the scene where they're out on the lawn and Conrad comes back from his exam and tells them he passed and is all excited and picks Belly up and spins her around and then Jeremiah is just looking on like 🙄.

anyway. I'm gonna stop there so I don't end up turning this into a novel lol.

#tsitp #tsitp season 2 #the summer i turned pretty #conrad fisher #belly conklin #jeremiah fisher

[wjforever]

Shatter me again. Chapter 1

A different reading of the entire Shatter me series. Let's relive it again.

Darkness. Something so fickle and eternal, absolute and worthless, base and sublime. This is complete emptiness and fullness, absence and meaning, finiteness and infinity, life and death. It's there and it's not there. It is near, and it is nowhere. You can feel it on your skin, it brushes the back of your head, and you can never reach it. Revelation and secrecy. Breath and vacuum.

The darkness envelops me like a shroud. I'm barely breathing. I'm breathing too frequent and too fast. My eyes are motionless. My eyes are darting from side to side. 

I'm chained to the light. The only ray of hope in this darkness. The only warmth. But this heat doesn't warm. Not today. Not now.

Silence. It's the eternal companion of darkness, destroyed by my breathing, the beating of my heart, the pounding in my ears.

Time. I lost count of it. I don't know how long I've been sitting like this. I know exactly how much. 264 days. Bound to the monitor with eyes, mind and heart.

I turn my gaze to the papers lying next to me. I read and reread them hundreds of thousands of times, as if I could find something new in them. As if this is my solace, a mantra, a nightly ritual that I repeat over and over and over again.

I look at the monitor one more time. Mesmerized, fascinated by the light that blinds me, but I can't tear myself away from it.  It's all about her. Motionless, she sits huddled in a corner. She doesn't move, and neither do I. I know absolutely everything about her, and I know nothing about her. I'm in the darkness.

Juliette Ferrars. This name. I pronounce it over and over again. I like the way it tastes on my tongue. I like the way it rolls in my mouth, gets stuck in my throat, making me choke.  She won't sleep. She sleeps so little. She seems to be constantly in a dream, in some kind of trance. And I want to be inside those dreams of hers. I'll never be able to.

I look at the papers again. Stacks of documents, certificates, resolutions. They will never be able to give me the answers to the questions I have. They will never let me inside her subconscious.

She doesn't move. Downtrodden, wretched, pathetic. She's not. I can feel her power, even through the distance, even through the monitor screen. Her weakness is just a shell in which she keeps herself. The real Juliette is there, hidden inside, within these fetters, these endless dreams. And I feel the need to be there. Inside her thoughts.

What's going on in that head? What is she thinking about when she raises her head, when she looks out the only small window? Restrained power. So powerful that it defies description.

Her weakness and fragility is deceptive. She is incredibly strong. She can easily and unhindered destroy you with just a touch. A wild and dangerous beast, a predator trapped, driven into a corner. Its coat has faded, but it's still deadly. It can tear you to pieces at any moment, if you just give it a chance, lower your guard. A predator will always be a predator. And I want to feel it myself. To be torn apart by this predator. I want to touch this power, feel this power. I need it.

She could destroy the whole world if she wanted to.

I look at her for hours, catching her every move, even the slightest. I try to understand her, to slip through, to seep into her mind. To unravel her by gestures, breathing, eye movements.  She's like the answer to my questions. She's the key. The answer to all the riddles. The Messiah, crucified on the cross, only to ascend in the end. To rise to greatness.

If only I understood her, if only I could get to know her more, better. Pick a lock pick for this sturdy lock. If only I could break this shell, twisted the bars and unleash the predator to the wild. Give it free rein. Give it the opportunity to show its strength, its superiority. Give it water, and food, and warmth. For those eyes to shine again, so that this power begins to flow like a stream.

She could change this world. Fix all its mistakes. Destroy and reassemble. Restart the system and start from scratch. To cure an incurable disease that has engulfed the whole world. Destroy those who feast on the remains of the animal they have killed.

She's the answer. She's the key. She's the clue.

If only it all depended on me. I'm in charge, but I'm nothing. I don't decide who of them will be free and who will not. I was not given such a right, such power. They don't trust me. No one knows, of course. They shouldn't. The power must be unconditional. Once they feel your uncertainty and everything will collapse like a house of cards from a breeze. 

She wouldn't collapse. She can't be broken even by the gusts of a hurricane that demolishes everything in its path. But I'm not her. I'm just a springboard, a tool, nothing more.

I would like to be able to simply order her to be brought to me. I can't. They're cowards. They're all cowards. They are afraid that they will not be able to cope with the beast, so they starve it, hoping that it will lose its strength. They keep her in the cold, in the dark, without the opportunity to wash properly or change clothes. No elementary basic rights and freedoms. All because they are pathetic weaklings who would be easily broken by this power.

That is why all asylums are kept under the control of the supreme authority and are completely managed exclusively by them. To get her out of there, I need to be convincing enough. I need to give them something to get what I need. To get her. Early, rare wild animals were guarded. Before they wiped out most of them, even not rare ones. Now they are kept at a distance and slowly destroyed so that nothing threatens their power. Fools. As if they really believe that true power can be contained. As if HE believes. Sooner or later, she will manifest herself and then there will be no salvation for anyone.

I'll take her. I will guard this rare exceptional specimen. I already have a clear plan of action, as always. I'm playing this game by his rules. For a while. To get something from him, you need to give him what he needs. Greater power, greater force, promises of boundless superiority. She is too dangerous, too unstable and unpredictable, they say. What nonsense. Ridiculous. But now I have to overcome one more obstacle on the way to this most valuable resource.

She continues to sit, only slightly shaking her head, her lips move, but too weakly and I can't read it. I did everything so that there were better cameras there, which would allow me to see her better. But there is still no sound here. This is overkill. It's not up for discussion.

I'll give him what he wants. Promises. Proofs. Benefit. You will not be able to restrain the beast, there is no point in keeping her in a cage in your domain when there are specially equipped facilities for this. This is said as a cover to distract attention. Because of distrust. He's afraid of losing the reins. As long as she's there, she's exclusively under his control, but once she's here, next to me… I'll convince him that we're on the same side. I'll prove that I know what I'm doing. That I'm the only one who knows how to touch this predator and not be torn apart on the spot. That I'm the only one who can control this hidden power, use it. I'm the only one who knows how to tame this wild beast. It doesn't matter what it will costs. I will use all the options, all the resources, all the opportunities, all my strength to take her to me.

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[6darkhearts]

Enderal, but what if?.... (Fanfiction, Forgotten Memories 3 and Onward, Part 1)

What if during the escape from the Star City, the Prophet/Prophetess was hurt by the Starling Capsules instead?

(This is the first fanfiction I've ever written, sorry in advance for its questionable quality. Also might need to Edit it a few times as translation from Google Docs might cause some weird formatting bugs. Also, this if my first time using Tumblr.)

He could see from the old turquoise tinted glass out into a sea of clouds. A gray blanket stretched for infinity upon the world; dull dark and stirring, occasionally flashing with thunderous light from the storm the clouds collectively birthed. Above was the endless ocean of stars. Diamonds glittering upon a colorful, dim rainbow canvas. Streaks of light washing across the darkness as consolations posed in their respective places. And finally, what looked to be an aurora borealis waved through the midnight like a slow motion flag, the vibrancy of which made it the star of night sky show. Pun unintended.

Very few would ever get to experience such a breathtaking sight within their lives. The Starling City being empty, perhaps Jespar, Calia, and the prophet were the last few people to see such a thing for a very long time. For those few seconds, the mercenary felt a level of peace. Even with his heart racing, the feeling of lightness coursing through his body due to the free fall state the Starling Pod was in. Part of him felt forced to accept that this might be the last view he would experience. Some of the final moments spent in a life between a duality of adversity and contentment.

The Starling Pod whistled as it fell from the heavens, the screeching piercing Jespar's ears as the descent from the serene scenery was rapidly reaching its conclusion. Falling, and falling. Eventually penetrating the field of clouds and entering into a dark, stormy environment. Deafening crackling of lightning accompanied blinding flashes of violent light. Burst of white obscuring the small circular window completely for a brief second before fading away as quickly as it came. And then only to flash once again. Electricity cackled outside across the Bronze, spraying across the surface like luminescent angular tendrils. Hail shattered against the metal in explosions of fractured ice, thrown in a plethora of directions as more frozen chunks rapidly took their place upon the pod's battered frame.

Seconds passed by before the lightning had been replaced with even more dramatic hail, to then taper off upon finally passing the clouds. The window showed a faint landscape past the storm. Mountaintops peaking through a second belt of clouds, rapidly growing closer and closer every moment. Jespar tightly held onto the interior of the starling pod, holding his breath and tightly shutting his eyes in an attempt to brace himself for what came next; The breaking of metal, snapping of a machinery, and a painful thud that thrusted Jespar into a sudden and total darkness.

.....

An agonizing pounding rattled within his head, compounded by soreness which ran down his back and limbs. His upper right leg tingled from the hip down to the knee, and numbness ran down the rest. The same could be said for the right arm too, having laid on it long enough to cause it to lose all feeling all the way down to the fingertips. Jespar was in great deal of discomfort, groaning as his head throbbed painfully. He could barely tell which way was up, and a new heaviness was weighing down on him. Opposite to the terrifying feeling of lightness spawned from free falling that he went through moments before. Still, for all the difficulties and suffering he was experiencing, he needed to gather the strength to get up. There was work that needed to be done, and they needed to finish the mission for those who were lost. So many others died.. Such a needless loss of life was experienced. The Red Madness, and the High Ones were to blame. And Jespar long understood this was the norm for this profession, and especially for these dark times. It didn't make it any less tragic, however.

He rolled off his right side onto his stomach, pulling his arms to his core in a push up position. A knee put into place, the mercenary managed to bring himself up into a standing position in a single swift motion. Initially losing his balance, having fallen onto one of the walls of the capsules as the blood rushed away from his head and thus caused him a great deal of lightheadedness. However in due time he was able to find some fortitude and balance briefly. Enough to stumble to the entrance of the pod. The capsule, as if aware of Jespar's intention to leave, had swung the massive and heavy entrance open. Rotating on ancient yet well condition hinges the door went out, and allowing in the storm of snow, wind and hail.

His capsule had landed on its back, thus forcing the mercenary to climb up the side of the interior to make it out of the shuttle. Normally, it would have been a relatively easy task for him. But after all the energy spent running and fighting for his life, most of that strength had been spent. With quivering arms, burning muscles, and aching in his bones he’d finally managed to get his stomach onto the brim of the entrance.

A white expanse was in front of him, difficult to see through the storm as the snowflakes made a thick fog. With a final heave, Jespar shoved himself fully out of the pod and he fell into a noisy but cushioned crunch into the snow. The cold pierced his exposed hands and got caught in the crevices of his leather armor. Just more gray and white filled Jespar's vision as he landed on his back and was left staring up to where he once came. He was partly sunk into the snow, and the rapidly falling extra layer of light hail was determined to bury him among everything else. It kept landing on his exposed face and across the length of his body. Every single piece stung to the touch, some capable of leaving bruises.

Because even after all they went through, life still wasn't done hurling dangers and inconveniences in their direction. Both big, and small. After having been battered by Starling machinery, chased by a flying machine that blew up their flying ship, and then having fallen from the sky in a giant bronze sphere... Needless to say, it was a lot to go through. Something that would exhaust even the most athletic of people. But for all these internal complaints, Jespar was just thankful to be alive and mostly healthy.

With a groan, he forced himself to his feet. He had to find the others; That Calia girl and the Prophetess. Jespar felt ill, worried if something may have happened to them. He considered the Prophetess a good friend, she’d been there for him even at his worst moments. And while Jespar did not know Calia as well, it would be unfortunate all around to have another soul lost to the Star City. Doing his best to block out the painful clumps of hail, and the burning from the cold across his hands, Jespar began walking out into the blizzard. He shouted out into the storm, calling out for Calia and the Prophet. However, his voice didn’t carry far. The howling winds drowned out all else, suffocating everything through both temperature and sheer bombasity. The mercenary continued walking into the winter, calling again. And then again. And again. And again. His throat and lungs strained as he screamed their names into the white void. Each step sank deep into the snow, making the trek through the mountains even more difficult and tiresome. Jespar needed to hurry, if any of them were injured they would either die from their injuries or the elements.

“CALIA!!”

…

“I’m here!”

Jespar’s eyes first widened at finally hearing another voice. And then a small amount of relief spreaded across his numbed freezing face.“Calia! Are you okay?!”

“Yes! Have you seen Sa'ira?!”

“Who?”

“The Prophet?!”

“No!...” Concern began building up in Jespar again. A heavy breath, and he shouted:“Let’s look together! We’ll get lost in the blizzard if we split up!”And with those words, Jespar had begun making his way to the familiar voice within the wind. One step, and then another, and soon a figure could be made out of the fog. Messy short hair blowing in the breeze alongside a small royal blue torn cape. Metal armor reflected a small amount of light that flashed from lightning. Closer, and closer, until finally Jespar was able to make out the features of the familiar but mostly unknown woman. There was a trail in the snow behind her, suggesting Calia had also made her way to him to meet up. Worried brown eyes met his own, tired and worn down but motivated to continue due to an anxiety building up within. She was slightly hunched over, her arms were wrapped around herself, teeth chattering just like Jespar’s as the cold was getting to the both of them. There were no words that needed to be exchanged between them, they knew they needed to find the last person, and soon.

For the next five minutes they had wandered through the winter nightmare. Hail abusing them, thunder crackling explosively, flashes of lightning amount wailing winds. Jespar’s hands and feet were numb, his eyes were beginning to freeze shut from the winds. Calia was in no better shape, visibly shaking violently due to her body’s attempts to keep her warm. They kept calling into the whiteout to receive no response, growing more desperate in their cries but no voice reached back to them. But, finally there was another dark figure outlined in the frozen hell they were enduring.

It was another capsule. However, this one was in horrible shape. It had landed on one of the sharp jagged peaks of the mountain. Hard black rock pointing upwards towards the sky, visible recent damage across its surface created by scrapped metal. Metal fragments may have been dotted by the landscape but had already been consumed by the monstrous amount of snowfall. The Starling pod itself had a massive hole torn open and inward across its left side. Machinery and glass parts exposed in a mechanically gory fashion. A collection of dark robes upon what appeared to be a broken person laid hanging out of the tear of the escape pod. Lower half was still within the pod, kept in place by the right leg just below the knee being crushed between two metal panes. Their ribs leaned against the metal rim of the exit, upper torso dangling out of the machine. Their back faced up, flakes having begun building up on their hood, robes, and cloak. Glittering crimson seen through the sleet and the rain, blood reflecting the dull light coming from inside the pod. Seeping between threads of black fabric, trailing among the body’s form gradually to spill upon bronze Starling metal, eventually dripping out onto the white chilly blanket beneath it.

….

The memory of the events were reexperienced over, and over again. Jespar had forgotten where he was until a slam of a book snapped him out of his involuntary recollection. One blink, and then two, and he found himself back in the warm but tense atmosphere of the Emporium. His head turned meekly towards the direction of the sound, slow shifting of a gaze upon the area of which the noise spawned from. A depression had leaked into his body language subconsciously. It was Yulsan, the Sinistrope having mistakenly dropped a large dusty tome onto the floor next to him. Yulsan uttered an apology, complimented with a look of remorse towards Jespar. The mercenary nodded, muttering simple; “It's fine.”before turning away. His eyes drifted to the focus of conversation at the time, which was the aeterna in white clothing sitting across from him by one seat to his left.

"Archmagister, how long will you need to decipher the map?"

Archmagister Lexil Merrayil sat frozen in his chair, glazed golden eyes unfocused as they peered down upon the ancient parchment. The paper and its details were faded, or maybe it was his perception warped by grief that seemed to distort the rest of the world around him. His sadness made everything appear so far away, as if he were underwater and all else was above the surface. Suffocating his ability to reason, and make sense of the map he lost his mentor to.

Lexil did not initially respond to Tealor's question. The aeterna's vision fogged at its edges, accompanied by the stinging of his eyes. He couldn't focus, emotions boiling and causing his mind to produce nothing but a hurricane of incoherent thought. There was only one sentence that could be gathered from the internal storm;Was this all worth it?

"Archmagister?"

Three words, conveying the feeling of emptiness and defeat. It was both an answer to Tealor, and to himself."I.... I don't know."

Lexil got up from his seat in a hurried fashion. His free hand went up to cover his face, the other holding onto the delicate map tentatively. He continued:"A couple of days, at least- I should start right away. E-Excuse me."His voice quivered, wavering with restraint. When his hand finally returned to his side, a mostly blank expression could be discerned from the aeterna's lightly aged features. Mostly, as Lexil's eyes were windows into a mournful soul. An internal fresh emotional wound that bled onto the outside, despite Lexil's greatest efforts to contain the effects of the injury. The archmagister, overcomed, had b-lined to the nearest exit. No other words were uttered from him on the way out. It was questionable if he had the fortitude to say anything if he wanted to.

A pang of pain went through Jespar's own chest, the reaction from Lexil bringing to light some of the recent losses he endured. He didn't know who the Archmagister lost, but it must have been someone on the expedition with them. Or perhaps another victim of Red Madness. Or maybe the Nerhimese. There were many ways souls could be lost these days. It was dangerous, not only for yourself, but those you loved around you. No matter what form it took; Love is a risk to always get hit out of nowhere... And then end up on your own.

Grandmaster Tealor Arantheal gave context to those sitting around the table. His own demeanor having been unaffected by Lexil's turmoil. He stood, leaning on the table with authority as he stared down at those sitting on each side. He gave an attempt of directing empathy towards poor man's circumstances, providing context to the uninitiated."Yaela was his mentor during his novitiate. But he will get over it... he has to."

Tealor shifted his attention to the mercenary. And in turn, as if sensing the attention on himself, Jespar looked up to greet the Grandmaster's gaze. Meeting that never faltering glare stirred a level of discomfort within him, even if it was unintentional on Tealor's part. There was an underlying level of frustration, a bubbling rage just beneath the Grandmaster's surface. His face reflected it, furrowed brows and a tightly clenched jaw. The fingertips of his gauntlets scraped against the long, aged stone table's surface, his grip becoming semi fists as he visibly fought to contain his anger. Jespar knew none of this fury was directed at him, it needn't be said that Arantheal was weighed down by the horrible hand fate has given all of them.

They all did. In that very moment, their only hope was lying unconscious in the Curarium. Thinking of it made his stomach churn. Not just due to losing a close friend, but also the greater consequences that had an affect on everything up to this point.

Without the prophet they couldn't summon a memory of the last Cleansing, and use the Word of the Dead on the High One. Thus, be unable to obtain the Numinos. In essence, all they have worked for has been put into jeopardy. It brought upon a feeling of impending doom; inevitable death looming in from all directions. Things were indeed grim.

Tealor stated through gritted teeth: "Go tell the prophetess they did well. Despite the complications, the mission was a complete success."

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[kyofsonder]

Find the Word Tag

I've been tagged by @junypr-camus to find a specific set of words in my WIPs. Thank you for the tag and the challenge! I found some of these in old fanfic WIPs I haven't paid enough attention to in awhile, and they were fun to revisit!

My Words: bold, chaos, silence, freeze, and spark.

These excerpts ended up being mostly fanfics from various fandoms (YoI, Sk8, DP, Given) with only one original (To Be Honest), so for those who want to skip reading them I'll put my tags and words here. I'm tagging @houndsofcorduff, @eternally-lame, @the-inkwell-variable, @starlightscribe, @crossroadcrow, and anyone else who wants to participate can use these words and say I tagged them!

Your Words: process, essential, effort, flat, and return.

I found bold(ness) in an old rough draft for a multi-chapter Yuri on Ice Soulmate AU fic titled "Worthy":

This is the moment Victor falls in love. He doesn't even register that hearing Yuri's voice means they're Soulmates until a little bit later. He falls for Yuri's boldness and passion. He falls for someone who wants to improve so much and feels so confident deep down, that he just assumes he can make it to a Pro's level if he has the right teacher. Victor falls for the man who grips him tight and says they'll sing together one day.

I found chaos in the rough draft of a Sk8 the Infinity CherryxJoe smut fic titled "Flipping a Switch", although the passage I found it in is just a little suggestive, rather than explicit:

Now, getting back to work seems more like an idle hope than an actual plan. Just a text. Just a few words, and his entire day is thrown into chaos. Like always. The suggestion of watching movies is new, but Kaoru knows this man well enough to read between the lines. A specific brand of vintage Parisian wine. Parler D'amour. Kojiro isn't asking him to taste test some alcohol or spend a casual night in front of the TV at all.

I found silence in an original work, one of my current novel WIPs, titled "To Be Honest":

He knows that Asher had transformed because of him. He remembers the sight of Asher's face and the sound of his bedroom window shattering whenever he's alone. The whip of David's scarf around his neck as he'd recklessly jumped out the window after Asher is still as clear to him as the day it had happened. He hears their footsteps in the dirt and asks himself why he hadn't moved even as they'd disappeared, running as fast as either of them could, vanishing into the forest until Micah had been left with nothing but silence and the horrible awareness of his own blood in his skull and limbs.

I found freeze in my current Danny Phantom fic "Lingering Scars":

Both intruders freeze once they notice him. He tilts his head to see if he can get a clearer angle now that they've stopped moving, puzzle together a picture that makes some kind of sense, but it doesn't work. It's still just Danielle standing firmly on his laundry pile to try and get the high ground, while Jazz digs her feet into the carpet for all the leverage it will give her. His clone who's basically a little sister and his biological older sister. The only family members who know the exact reason why he needs this specific time for sleep. Standing as still as if he'd actually pressed pause on a TV show. Staring at him in a mix of surprise and half-hearted remorse, with one of Danny's shirts stretched out almost comically between them.

I found spark(les) in my soon-to-be-rewritten Given fic "Present Tense" – the excerpt is a bit long, but it felt necessary:

As the rest of their fingers curl to cup the air, something starts to flow into the empty space. It's something he's never seen before. Not with his eyes, at least. The way it sparkles feels like a million things at once. Like stage lights. Guitar pegs. Effect pedals. Trees. Swings. Park benches. School gyms. Bicycles. The inside of Yuki's apartment. He almost forgets to breathe, but the flow of the glittering thing in their hands pulls his breath along as it shows him more and more things. Things like music. White noise made visual. Suddenly, he can see all the little pieces that go into the whole. The song materialized and liquified into something he's seen in his own chest before, at a time he can't remember because it spans so much of his own life. Colors. Shapes. Textures. Grains of sand on a beach. Golden and silver and blue and green and white and red and black. The colors of Yuki. The colors of Ritsuka. The colors of Mafuyu. The colors of a Gibson Hollow-Body guitar. He leans forward, his whole body falling toward the bottomless pool of things.

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[ameliora-j]

before i fell // dm x reader

words: 2.8k

warnings: angst, talk of a breakup, mention of loss of virginity, mention of not eating, mention of not sleeping, pansy is kinda ooc and so is draco, the slytherins are assholes

a/n: i used a lot of olivia rodrigo lyrics bc i listened to SOUR while writing lol. lmk if i should add other warnings and happy reading babies!

you would be cliche and say that you fell in love the way that you fall asleep. slowly and then all at once. but you couldn’t because you didn’t. it wasn’t a john green novel and you weren’t hazel grace lancaster. falling in love wasn’t simple, and that description of it truly… didn’t describe anything. falling in love was more complicated than that. there were more layers to it than that. falling in love was rather… quick and unexpected. unexpected like snow in the middle of march. or rain when there’s not a cloud in sight. quick like waiting months for an event and finally when the time comes, it feels like you blinked and then it was over.

falling in love with draco malfoy was all of these things and more. falling in love with draco malfoy brought upon more layers than that. falling in love with draco malfoy brought pain. not just any kind of pain, no… horrible, heart wrenching, gut twisting pain. pain that began by bubbling itself in your chest right at the center of your heart, then slowly but surely worked it’s way outwards. encapsulating your entire body and making every inch of your body ache. pain like when you get attached to a character and the author kills them off. pain like when you finish your favorite book and you realize that you’re not truly in that universe and none of that actually happened. pain like when you’re two hours, fifteen minutes, and twelve seconds into avengers: infinity war and peter parker says “mr. stark, i don’t feel so good.” pain that you’ve never felt. pain that can’t be described. pain that you felt for days. pain.

you thought it was strange when the platinum blonde slytherin sought you out. he came to you one day while you sat silently at the black lake. you were alone, but only because you liked to be. you had friends of course, many actually, but you chose to be alone. the black lake was your place of solace. then along came draco. he sat beside you, a good distance away, but his presence was known. you looked to him for an explanation but he offered none. just smiled at you and turned to his notes, so you did the same. the second time he came, he sat closer, but still in silence. the third time is when he struck up conversation.

“yln, yeah?” he questioned.

“yn, actually. but yes, yn yln. and you’re draco malfoy?” you asked.

“i am,” he smirked at your knowledge of his name and then you returned to your studying. after that, the two of you talked every time he came and sat with you. short discussions about the weather or the potions assignment. you don’t know when, but soon they became longer. discussions of your day and your family. your interests and how you got your name. how you loved the rain and the stars and how you loved hogwarts, but you often missed home. draco knew you inside and out and you knew him—and before long, you called the tall, skinny blonde your boyfriend.

you walked the halls of hogwarts together, hand in hand. draco walked haughtily with a hard scowl and you with a bright smile. while you walked cheerfully and waved to your friends and to first years while draco glared at anyone who dared look at the two of you. he took you to parties in the slytherin common room and you wore his jersey proudly at quidditch games, even when he played against your house. he bought you lavish gifts at all of your trips to hogsmeade and he showered you in kisses, praise, and affection. you were whole heartedly smitten with the sole heir to the malfoy fortune.

it was one fateful day in the common room when your heart absolutely exploded. that was the day you knew that you fell in love with draco malfoy. you had been a thing for about two, going on three, months. you were sitting in the slytherin common room, reading in silence when he asked. you were pressed against his chest and he pressed a soft kiss to your head. “‘ve been meaning to ask you something,” he murmured gently. this caused you to close the book and turn your full attention to him. “want you to wear this,” he said, holding out a ring. “it’s the malfoy family crest.”

your stomach and your heart exploded into billions of butterflies and you launched yourself forward, straight into his chest. millions of emotions overcame you as you squeezed his neck as tight as possible. you nodded into his neck as a few stray tears fell. he kissed your head repeatedly as he slid the ring onto your finger before pressing his lips to your’s gently. you giggled excitedly as you stared down at the ring on your finger. “do you like it?” he asked you.

“i love it, dray. i love you. thank you s’much,” you confessed for the first time as you cuddled back into his chest. you don’t know what it was that made the blonde boy seek you out, but you’re glad he did. if only you knew the true nature of his intentions. but alas, you were oblivious.

it was the beginning of the school year, on the train to hogwarts. in the compartment of what was labeled as “the slytherin squad.” there sat theo nott, pansy parkinson, blaise zabini, and—your now boyfriend—draco malfoy.

they were all sitting around, taking the piss out of draco for all of his past failed relationships when it was brought up. “i’ll bet malfoy couldn’t get a girl to fall in love with him if he paid her,” theo spoke.

“i’ll take that bet,” draco countered.

“alright. but we get to pick the girl,” blaise decided.

“what?” pansy asked as theo began to look around the compartment. it was a few minutes before he found the victim. it was then that your fate was sealed. there, sitting in the back corner, head tucked deep into a copy of the fault in our stars, was you. you. awkward and quiet. you with seemingly no friends. poor little unsuspecting you.

“that one,” nott smirked evilly.

“what the weirdo?!” draco exclaimed incredulously. “no way!”

“so then you forfeit?” blaise asked, causing draco to release a frustrated exhale.

“alright i’ll do it,” he rolled his eyes.

“then we give you five months. make yn yln fall in love with you in five months and we’ll do your homework for the rest of the year,” theo posed.

“and if i don’t?” draco asked.

“and when you don’t… thennn,” blaise taunted as he searched for a deal that was fair.

“then we get two hundred galleons each and you have to apologize to potter for making his life hell,” theo smirked. draco scoffed at this and rolled his eyes, but nodded nonetheless.

“and what are my conditions?” he raised an eyebrow.

“she has to say it first. you can do anything you want or need to get her to say it, but you cannot say ‘i love you’ first,” blaise spoke.

“this doesn’t seem fair to yn,” pansy piped in.

“shut your mouth parkinson. no one asked your opinion,” theo growled with a roll of his eyes. but it was too late. there was absolutely nothing the girl could do to get the three to change their minds. she just had to sit idly by and watch draco malfoy break your heart as she said nothing. she wished that she could stop it, but their minds were made up. and the three of them were very stubborn.

it was a few days after draco gave you his ring when your bubble came crashing down. you were walking to meet draco at your spot at the black lake when blaise and theo intercepted you. you knew who they were, of course you did. they were your boyfriend’s best friends, however why they were currently speaking to you, you had no idea.

they told you it would be quick. that they just wanted to show you something in the slytherin common room and left little room for argument, so you had no choice but to follow them there. they sat you on the couch and began to discuss your relationship with draco. you were very confused and had no idea why you were here. “so… draco hasn’t told you?” blaise mocked a gasp of shock.

“no?” you raised a soft eyebrow as you stared on. this made theo smirk evilly as he pulled up a projector and pointed his wand at it. a picture appeared, it looked like a memory. “what’s this?” you asked before the boys urged you to ‘shh.’ you sunk further into the couch as you idly watched on.

you truly weren’t paying attention untill you heard the voice of your boyfriend. the words he spoke stung. you were soft. emotional. the way he spoke about you absolutely crushed you. it would crush anyone, but it shattered you especially. “she’s so fucking weird!” “i’ll take that bet.”

‘s all you were. all you ever were. just a stupid belt. another notch in his belt. it was that moment that draco had barged into the common room. but by then, it was already too late. the tears had already sprung to your eyes and you were preparing for a torrential downpour as you heard his voice. “i’m out!” he announced breathlessly. he froze in his run as his eyes fell on you and what was playing on the projector currently. “bunny…” he whispered softly as his hand touched your shoulder, but you quickly jerked away as if his hand had burned you on contact.

“don’t call me that. don’t touch me,” you demanded as the tears began to fall. “that’s all i was? a bet?” an involuntary whimper sounded from the depths of your throat. “i feel so stupid.” you shook your head.

“no, bunny please listen to me,” you didn’t allow the boy to finish as you wrapped your arms tightly around yourself.

“don’t call me that!” you demanded. “in fact don’t call me at all. don’t… don’t talk to me draco. ever again. i can’t believe i fell for your stupid joke. i feel so… i feel like an idiot,” you spoke. you shook your head, hastily wiping at your eyes untill you saw stars. it was then that you decided to walk away.

“YN STOP!” draco yelled. “LISTEN to me,” he demanded.

“NO!” you shouted as you turned to face him finally. “godric draco, i wish you would’ve thought this through before i went and fell in love with you,” you sniffled as you wiped your snot on your sweater sleeve.

“yn please just let me explain. please listen to me, please,” he begged.

“i feel like you betrayed me,” you shook your head. “i told you everything. you were my everything. draco i loved you. i actually loved you. i thought you loved me too but i guess you’re just a really good actor,” you sniffled once more. “i hate you draco. i really fucking hate you. i don’t want to hear your bullshit explanation because i know that you’ll never feel sorry for the way i’m hurting right now.”

“it was a bet!” draco shouted as you walked away, hand on the door knob. you scoffed as you muttered a sarcastic, ‘no shit.’ “that’s how it started yes, but then i got to know you. i figured out who you were. i learned that your favorite color is yfc and that you prefer night over day because you love the stars and that your favorite star is scorpius and you would name your son after that star one day. i learned that you love to read and you love when it storms but you're afraid of the thunder. you only dance when you’re drunk and you giggle when you’re nervous and i love that giggle. with everything in me i do. your favorite book is yfb and you choose to be alone but you let everyone be your friend. you’re gorgeous. inside and out and while it may have started as a bet, somewhere along the lines i fell in love with you so yn please. please don’t leave,” he whispered the last part as his voice came out broken.

you took a deep breath in before you began to speak. “you couldn’t have cared less about someone who loved you more. i’d say you broke my heart but you broke much more than that,” you shook your head as you furiously wiped at your eyes again. “i gave you my all draco. you were my first everything. i gave you my virginity for merlin’s sake. all to find out that i was just some stupid bet,” you scoffed.

“yn please believe me when i say that you’re so much more than that,” he begged again. “i came to tell them that they won. that i wanted out because i fell in love with you too!”

“it doesn’t matter if you don’t see me as a bet any longer. the fact is that you did. i’m worth so so much more than that.” your breaths were ragged as you spoke. “i really wish that you had thought this through before i went and fell in love with you.” you repeated with a small sniffle. “don’t you think i loved you too much to be used and discarded? don’t you think i loved you too much to think i deserve nothing?” you were openly sobbing at this point.

“yn please believe me when i tell you how sorry i am…” he spoke softly.

“don’t tell me you’re sorry. feel sorry for yourself. because someday i’ll be everything to somebody else,” with this you turned away from him. you hastily opened the door and practically ran out of the common room and away from him.

at that moment you decided to forget about it. draco, and the bet, and love, and everything. like in the vampire diaries, you decided to turn your emotions off. you laid in your dorm crying for hours before you made that decision, however. your dorm mates checked on you often, but you never offered more than merely a half hearted shrug, letting them know that you were still alive, but barely breathing. you skipped classes and meals. you were a mere shell of yourself. it was about two weeks before you could face draco again. and even then you couldn’t truly. you went into the great hall and found “the slytherin squad” sans draco.

pansy looked at you sympathetically while theo and blaise basked in the glow of their new victory. you pulled the ring off carelessly as you stopped in front of them, hair disheveled and uniform askew. you had dark bags under your eyes from the lack of sleep you’d gotten in the past fourteen days and your eyes were rimmed red with the weight of your emotions. “c’you just give this back to malfoy,” you murmured half-heartedly as you dropped the ring on the table in front of the three. just speaking his name brought you pain.

your shoulders were sunken in defeat and you were but a shell of your usual cheerful self. you don’t even know when the last time you saw daylight or had fresh air was. “wait yln,” pansy called hesitantly. you turned to face her, still staring down at your mary janes as you pulled and twisted your fingers untill you heard your knuckles pop. “you… you really love him, don’t you?”

you just shrugged your right shoulder as you used the heel of your palm to wipe the snot from your rapidly reddening nose. “i was just some stupid bet,” you replied as tears begin to spill rapidly over your waterline.

“if it’s any consolation… it was those two bozos’ idea,” pansy told you as she pointed to blaise and theo.

“doesn’t matter,” you murmured. “he’s still a traitor,” you answered as you walked away, forgetting all about the slytherin prince and his stupid friends. forgetting all about how he hit you with a train of his “love.” forgetting all about how for three months he was your everything. forgetting all about how he wrote to his mum about you and you wrote to your parents about him. forgetting all about draco malfoy. the platinum blonde boy with stormy grey eyes who had a long story buried beneath his haughty exterior. the boy who you called your first. your first kiss. your first time. your first love. forgetting all about the boy that made you fall in love just to tell you it was all a bet.

attempting to revert back to how you were before you fell.

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[doctorofmagic]

My thoughts on What If... Doctor Strange Lost His Heart Instead of His Hands?

The very title of the episode sends a shiver down my spine. And this is where we’re going to start.

~ long post under the cut ~

A year ago, I wrote this post as an attemp to dive into one of the most important traits in Doctor Strange’s personality: love. Stephen is a being made of love, made to love, no matter which interpretation you have when you watch Infinity War. If you don’t read comic books, you’ll understand the moment you meet Donna. You’ll begin to understand how her death reshaped his entire subjectivity out of fear of failing, being powerless and unable to control everything around him (especially death), thus the arrogant and yet a disaster of a man we all know.

Where do I even start? Stephen loved her sister deeply and felt responsible for her death. And then, slowly, he also lost his parents and his brother. He fell in love with Clea but he also pushed her away. He loved Zelma platonically and lied to her, which was enough for them to break their bond. He felt attracted to Kanna but screwed things up, even though they remain friends. He was forced to kill the Ancient One, the only father figure he had ever since his father died. And lastly, the only person who would never leave his side... also left. Yes, even Wong. Stephen has SO much love to give but he’s also afraid because he’s cursed. He truly believes his love in poison. And would you look at that? What If really delivered a story where this is actually true.

What If Doctor Strange Lost His Heart Instead of His Hands?

The level of understanding when it comes to the character is... inconceivable. What could possibly reshape Stephen into following a dark path but love? The very premise of the whole episode. This is so much more than a love letter. This is literally too much, in all senses.

Fine, let’s begin.

What if the best of intentions has very strange consequences?

No. You used the word “strange” for the pun but this is not the word. Nah-ah. I’d go with ATROCIOUS, for starters. Things are gonna escalate so quickly, my friends.

Seriously, tho? Christine is SO SO SO SO beautiful, they’re so cute together. I have this feeling that MCU!Stephen was quite toxic because of his arrogance and this is why they didn’t work out. But WhatIf!Stephen???????? He’s always praising her, teasing her in a healthy way, respecting her and listening to her. HE TRULY LOVES HER, I’M GONNA CRY ALL OVER AGAIN, PLEASE, NOT THE CRÈME BRÛLÉE, PLEASE

I’m going to leave this shot here because we need to go back to it later. Hold that thought.

And bonus points to “Yeah, well, I would call that quite remarkable.” / “Well, I would say the same about you.”

GODS. THE PAIN. STOP THE PAIN.

So in this reality, Stephen didn’t caused the car accident because he was checking his phone while driving. Also it was not the reckless attempt to pass the truck. Well, maybe it was the consequence of this act? The fact is, the car behind them loses control, which makes them crash. Does it matter? We’ll learn later that no, it doesn’t.

And yep... Christine dies. Have you noticed the shattered heart? Ah, the pain only gets better and better.

Again, Stephen blames himself. More than anything, this is so important because Stephen is all about guilt. We still need to meet Donna so we can add yet another layer of guilt. But the feeling exists. This is what corrupts Stephen’s heart and soul in all his iterations. This is what makes him the character I love so much. I love this SO. MUCH. In addition, his stubbornness to accept his condition. Man won’t take a no. This, this is Doctor Strange in character. Stop complaining about NWH Stephen, it’s pathetic.

Okay, “grief-stricken”, Stephen found the Mystic Arts and became a sorcerer. That’s when he learned about the Time Stone, the Eye of Agamotto and Dormammu. Nothing changes, he saves the universe. But time does not heal his deepest wound.

I love Wong so much. Every time Wong does something, the world is healed. Really. We’re going back to him as well but for now I’ll just leave this shot.

BUT STEPHEN, DOING SOMETHING RECKLESS? HE’D NEVAH

Aaaaaaaannnnnnd then he did.

He goes back in time. It’s been two years since he lost Christine. I think he reacted pretty nicely, despite the circumstances. Now let’s go back to that shot I said I was saving for later.

Stephen is so light-hearted here. Also, during the first time he lost Christine, he had no idea what “The Price is Right” was. He knows now, which means he probably tried to learn more about the show because of her, because of grief. HAHAHA MORE PAIN

AND THEN HE

AND THEN SHE DIES AGAIN

AND THEN HE KEEPS GOING BACK IN TIME

AND SHE KEEPS DYING

AND THE MUSIC

AND HIS VOICE

AND HE TRIES TO CHANGE FATE BUT IT CAN’T BE AVERTED

HE EVEN TRIES TO STAY AWAY FROM HER LIFE BUT SHE DIES ALL THE SAME, WHY

AND EVERY TIME THEY CRASH, HE FEELS THE PHYSICAL AND EMOTIONAL PAIN AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN, WHY

I’M-- *ugly sobbing noises*

Apparently, not.

And this scene when he simply... closes his eyes before she dies again...?

This is where this episode had me in endless tears. It got me the four times I watched it. I’m dead serious.

Okay, so, next the Ancient One appears to Stephen, explaining that Christine’s death is an Absolute Point in time. It cannot be changed. Stephen needs the accident to become the Sorcerer Supreme and defeat Dormammu.

And this is where Stephen starts his journey into darkness. “Nothing is impossible, you taught me that. I only require more power.” Disobeying the Ancient One, Stephen then travels in time, seeking the Library of Cagliostro. Now, if you’re not aware of that, Cagliostro was a sorcerer who studied time in comics, and later became Sise-Neg (there’s a recent post on this because of the new Defenders run). It’s funny to think that Sise-Neg also destroyed the world when he became a god, however he grew past his pettiness and remade reality. Stephen did not possess such power, as we’re about to see.

PS: “Stop torturing yourself, Stephen.” Naur but he should use this line like a mantra. Especially comics!Stephen.

Not gonna lie, tho. This place reminds me of the Temple of the Vishanti from T&T (of course I was going to insert T&T somewhere, it’s me).

And of course they’d go for a pun with his name haha. I don’t know how to feel about this, tho. I feel like the episode is too heavy and dark for comedy. But it is what it is.

Okay but why some books are in cages??????????? And wow, it seems Cagliostro also gathered knowledge about several fields of magic.

And then Stephen learns that, in order to break an Absolute Point, he needs to absorb more power. This is when I went “oh-oh, here we go”.

And for real, is this Shuma-Gorath? Why are they keeping his name a secret? Is this the same creature from the first episode with Captain Carter, right? RIGHT? It has to be Shuma-Gorath.

Of course he tries to be polite and ends up all hurt haha. O’Bengh warns him about love but he will not listen. “Love can break more than your heart. It can shatter your mind.”/ “Is she worth the pain?”. Please, this is Stephen. He eats pain for breakfast.

Also, also, let’s take a break. We’re finally going to get monsterf0cker tentacle-lover Stephen Strange. It will cost us everything but here we goooooooooooo (yes, I went frame by frame for your more obscure fanservice needs)

Gods, I love this sequence so much it hurts. Okay, here we go.

Shmebulock???????????

AND HE STOLE THE CAPE??????????? AND DREW THE LINE ON BUGS??????

The grasp this man is holding on me right now...

Some of you will understand. I’m with you.

And here are the grostesque ones. These are hard to take SS but I had to.

Animation, sound effects, OST? CHEF’S KISS TO ALL

And lastly... the tentacles. Yeah, if you’re new... this is a thing.

Fanservice. Fanservice everywhere. (low-key the reason I also waited to write this review, I wanted to enjoy this part so badly but I was too sad for that lmao)

Okay so. O’Bengh is suddenly OLD and DYING, until we realize that Stephen spent CENTURIES absorbing mystic beings. CENTURIES. WTF STEPHEN. He had nothing in mind but the goal to save Christine. And people wonder why he went insane???? I’m sorry, O’Bengh, but I can’t take you serious when you still call Stephen Sorcerer Armani. Oh, and also because you watched him absorb beings for centuries in silence lmao. But I guess I have to because you said that Stephen is split in two since the Ancient One cast a spell on him, splitting the timelines and making them exist in the same reality before he could travel back in time. I know, it’s complex. Anything for the plot.

And now good!Stephen has an evil!twin who wants to absorb him back in order to become whole and break the Absolute Point. Cool.

I said I wanted to talk more about Wong because I think people are not talking about him enough. Wong is so important in this episode. He’s the one who’s trying to heal Stephen after Christine. He’s Stephen’s anchor.

Also, THEY FINALLY USED A SPELL WITH THE NAME OF THE VISHANTI. HOORAAAAY

So, for the sake of our understanding, I’m addressing the characters as evil and good!Stephen. Let’s go. Evil!Stephen summons good!Stephen and gods, he still holds such a strong grasp on me... unbelievable. THE DEEPER VOICE BENEDICT USES???? PLEASE, DIDN’T WE HAVE ENOUGH?

Imagine his strength to hold so many beings inside him, fighting to control him. BRO, THIS IS TOO TOO MUCH

Fine, I’ll not post SS about the fight because I’d be here all night long but I WILL say this: NOT CLOAKIE!!!!! NAAAAAAAAAAUR

Also if you ask me if I recognize any of the spells? Maaaaybe the Flames of Faltine, the not-so-crimson Bands of Cyttorak and a little trick Magik does with her portals. That’s how far I go.

I’ll not comment on the “seducing yourself to stay in the trap”. I will not. I’ll just say that the first person Stephen thought of when “Christine” was talking about the crème brûlée was Wong. That’s it.

And finally evil!Stephen absorbs good!Stephen and releases... UNLIMITED POWER (I love when the stone goes red as if it was bleeding aaaaaaa)

I can fix him...

This scene here? Poetic cinema. (I love his wings so much)

And when Stephen says her name and the other monsters’ voices echo “Christine”, AAAAAACKKKK

AND OF COURSE CHRISTINE WOULD FREAK OUT, BRO. LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE BECOME BECAUSE OF YOUR TWISTED LOVE. I’M NOT DOING FINE.

Oh, but it’s too late anyways because Stephen broke reality haha. This scene is interesting because Stephen is the only one who sensed and/or talked to the Watcher until now. I read an interview that the Watcher kinda showed up but it’s also about Stephen’s keen senses. Bit of both, let’s say. Still, man, 616-Watcher is not that cold. 616-Watcher would watch this and say “how about I intervene anyway?”. WhatIf!Watcher is brutal.

The way Christine looks at Stephen one last time also KILLS ME, DESTROYS ME, BREAK ME INTO A MILLION PIECES.

And this is where my soul left my body.

This is how they end the episode. This is how you leave me speechless and with teary eyes. This is how you give me a whole existential crisis.

This... this was brutal to watch. Really.

What can I say after this? I’m used to reading painful things when it comes to Stephen. Aaron’s and Cates’ runs are heartbreaking on so many levels. Hickman’s New Avengers is not easier. Coincidentally, What If? Magik Became Sorcerer Supreme and The End. And now Death of Doctor Strange. And yet, after everything I’ve been through, I’d never expect to watch something so brilliant, so tragic, so heartbreaking and unexpected in the MCU. Never. This is top tier content and this is my favorite character with SO MANY LAYERS and SO MUCH UNDERSTANDING. I can’t put into words how meaningful this whole episode is to me, or how deep it touched my heart and soul.

I’ve been struggling to find the proper words since then, I still can’t. All I can add is, I cried for the 4th time now. This is too, too much, even for Stephen stans. Even for the ones who are used to pain, regardless of which media you’re into: comic books, live actions or animated movies. This is literally more than I can take and yet I’m so, so grateful. The voice acting, gods, how did Benedict manage to create a better Stephen than the one he’s literally playing in real life???????????? HOW

This episode really took the max potential Stephen had to offer as a character, added tons and tons of layers based on his grief, depression, arrogance and need to control everything and created a tragic masterpiece. In 7 years of being a Doctor Strange fan, I've never read or watch something that could go this deep into the character. The closest I can think of is Mr. Misery and the metaphor of Stephen's depression. This is a whole new level of respect and understanding. This is more than a love letter. This is peak maestry. It’s perfect, it’s heartbreaking, it’s... gods, I can’t.

Sorry for dragging you until this far. Before I wrap up this review, I just wanted to remind you all that Stephen will appear again, he will smile again, he will be surrounded by people again. So this is not the end. It was painful but be brave. We still have a few more steps to take.

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[midnight-lightning]

The promise you couldn’t keep

Loki x Reader

Summary: You had a future. A future full of love hope and happiness together with Loki. He had promised you this after all. But sometimes promises couldn’t be kept and futures could be broken…

You had hoped, you had believed, god, you even prayed to which ever higher being there might be… but in the end you still lost…so much.

The nightmare you’ve always feared the most became true.

You were kneeing on the ground next to Thor who looked like a total mess, who was a total mess. Bleeding, bruised and at the end of his powers.

You were also feeling like a piece of shit; it seemed that with every passing second it became harder and harder to breath and your whole body was burning of pain.

But no matter the physical pain, it was your heart, your mental stability that was being torn apart right now.

You had a good view passed the member of the black order, who held both you and Thor in capture. It seemed like they had great pleasure seeing you tortured and in vain, while they gave you just sadisticly enough room to see him standing not far away from you.

“No…no…no, please, no…” these words were constantly coming out of your mouth like water, silent and not seeming to stop any soon.

But no words, no cries, no pleads could stop him from his next words.

“Almighty Thanos”, he pledged “I, Loki, prince of Asgard…Odinson.”

Loki, your beloved, brave and yet so stupid Loki stopped his sentence for a second to give his brother a short look, laying all of his faith and love in it.

Before his gaze shifted to you…

And everything just seemed to die inside of you.

You tried to move, struggling to get out of the hands that were holding you firmly in their grip.

Loki put every bit of sorrow, desire, and the deepest pleading for forgiveness in his gaze. It was his last goodbye to you, you realized horrified.

This was the last straw. A sudden impact of adrenaline appeared in your veins, giving you strength and a big amount of anger. And you used this power to push past a member of the order who stood next to you, trying to get out… trying to get to Loki and stopping him from a decision he had already made a long time ago.

But you were only able to make a few pathetic steps forward before a woman punched you hard in your stomach, causing you to bend over in pain.

A frustrated gasp escaped you and a strand of wet hair felt in your face.

The next second you were already dragged back again by rough arms and no fighting was of any use.

You looked up… just out of an impulse… meeting once more Loki’s eyes which were now full of utter sadness.

As you tried again to get your arm out of the firm, hurtful grip your gaze landed on the cold ring you wore on your thumb. But it was so much more than just a mere ring… it was a promise, a future, a sign of hope.

The day Hela had attacked Asgard you had returned together with Loki to fight her off and save your home.

You still remembered how he hold your hand firmly in his as you two walked out of the space ship, greeted by Asgardians who had gathered around to meet their prince.

You could nearly feel Loki’s soft hand in yours again...

Then Thor had come and Valkyrie… and the four of you fought against Hela’s army.

Loki had never left your side, not even for a second. You two were always fighting back to back, defending and keeping each other safe.

And of course never missing an opportunity to tease the other or you just being the target of Loki’s sarcasm.

And like at the end of every battle green eyes would flicker up and down your body in what you recognized as a visual check for any injuries.

But this day Loki had pulled you into a deep kiss. You had noticed the sudden change, the way he watched you, the way he held you almost every single moment as if you would just vanish, dissolve into air.

You laid a hand on his cheek and stroke softly a strand of his dark hair behind his ear.

“Tell me, my dear… everything will turn alright, won’t it? We will save Asgard and defeat Hela. And then there will be just the two of us, right?”

You were naïve, and you knew that. You knew that there are by far worse things the future has in hand for you than just a crazy sister.

Loki bent down and pressed his lips softly on your forehead, causing you to close your eyes, eager to keep this memory for ever, safe in your heart. 

“I love you, Y/N. And by Odin I’ve never thought I would ever feel this way, yet alone say these words to someone but you… you are my life now and I promise you someday this will all end and we will have peace.”

You took a deep, shaky breath and nodded. Just wanting to believe his words of a happy ending.

“Here,” the god said and took a ring of his finger -the one in his colours, green and gold. “I’ve wanted to get you a proper one but it seems like this won’t happen in the near future.”

Loki took your hand carefully in his, as though he feared you would burst into dust. He pulled the ring on your thumb where it fit just perfectly, because your fingers were way smaller than his.

You held your breath, feeling like your heart wanted to explode in fireworks and confetti any second.

“This is my promise, Y/N,” he continued and gently lifted your chin so he could look deep into your now teary eyes. “My promise to always love you, always care for you and I promise I will be with you as long as you want me to.”

•─̇•─̇•─̇•─̇•─̇•─̇•─̇•─̇•─̇•─̇•─̇•─̇•─̇•─̇•

Back in the cruel reality you looked down at the ring, which sparkled for a moment, mocking you, showing you all the things you would never have, which will be ripped apart just in front of your eyes.

What a cruel joke of the universe.

You looked up and you knew it was the last time you saw his green, stunning  eyes. Eyes which were blurred by the tears that were now streaming down your face.

He wouldn’t keep his promise…

Loki closed his eyes for one single second and when he opened them again his now cold, determined gaze landed on Thanos. “-The rightful king of Jotunheim, god of mischief,” he continued. “Do hereby pledge to you, my undying fidelity.”

His voice broke, just tiny bit. And your heart stopped when Loki pulled out a knife, immediately striking to cut Thano’s throat .

No.

Of course Thanos wasn’t dumb enough to fall for this.

No. The knife vanished and a hand appeared on Loki’s thrat instead.

“Undying?” The Titan sneered and grined triumphantly as Loki squirmed to get out of his deadly grip.

No.

“You…”

No, no, no, no.

“will never be… a go-” 

-silence

These were the last words you heard, the last whisper of a hero… who still fought even when death was already reaching for him.

You would never forget the sound of Loki’s neck cracking. Never. It will forever haunt you in your dreams alongside with Thor’s shout of pure pain.

Your world turned numb. You didn’t register falling onto your knees, you didn’t register the loud and broken cry escaping you. You only felt this unbearable pain and there was this whole new experience of having your heart literally torn apart.

Thanos stepped in front of you and watched you with pure despise in his eyes before he throw Loki’s body carelessly on the ground, as if he was a merely a sack of thrash.

Loki’s eyes,  which had always been filled with mischief, with so much life… were now utterly empty- staring into nothing.

This was the moment you completely collapsed.

Somewhere the world turned purple due to the use of an infinity stone, Thanos and his clan vanished and left you and Thor alone, shattered and broken.

He was gone…

He was gone…

He can’t be…

He can’t…

Thor fell down on his knees, holding his brother’s arm. “Loki… wake up,” he gasped. “Come on, brother, I know… you can’t be… you can’t…”

Gently you stroke Loki’s dark hair out of his bruised face, sobbing and barely breathing.

“Come on… You promised me… you promised me to never let me alone. I need you…”

But none of your pleadings were heard.

His soul was gone, and with him a part of your own.

“You promised it…”

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[somewhatgreatexpectations]

Nirvana (Wanda Maximoff/ Reader)

Hello, again! We have reached Infinity War! Loosely inspired by Sam Smith’s “Nirvana”. Pieces from the film are used here with some definite adjustments. Let me know what you think. 

Summary: Wanda and Y/n attempt to navigate the course of healing. Will other circumstances get in their way?

“It's too late to run away from it all, it's too late to get away from it all, I'm done with running, so I give in to you.”

Being on the run with Wanda was a stark contrast to being on the run alone. The feeling of emptiness was easily replaced with fulfillment and meaning with Wanda. She transformed what used to be a burden that weighed heavily on you into something light and manageable. 

You both spent days and nights rebuilding the ruins of trust that used to lay shattered at your feet. It wasn’t always easy. Some nights were hard and ended in screaming and tears, others were effortless and made it feel as if no time had ever passed between the two of you. Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but completely adore both sides. 

There was no doubt in your mind that the love you both shared together had blossomed into something even more powerful than it was before. There was one problem though, you couldn’t seem to allow the final wall you had built around your heart to fall. That final line between friendship and romance seemed to be the hardest for you to cross. 

You knew that Wanda noticed, but she never pushed you for more than you offered. She was fully aware that you had to set the pace and that she had to earn her way back in. She was more than willing to be patient. 

Currently you were both located in a small apartment in Scotland that truly felt like a place you could both call home with the beauty and stillness that the city offered. Unfortunately, you’d been stuck inside the last few days because of a torrential downpour. When you heard the rain stop, you wandered over to the large bay window and opened the curtains fully to allow the moonlight to seep in.

Wanda looked up from her book when you left your shared bed. Her eyes watching you curiously. “The sky looks beautiful tonight.” You whispered in awe, your eyes locked on the full moon.

With a small smile, Wanda put her book down and wandered over to you, slowly wrapping her arms around you from behind. She always allowed you time to pull away. “Not as beautiful as you, moya lyubov.” She whispered against your ear and pressed a light kiss to the side of your head.

With ease, you leaned into her, so your back was pressed flush against her front. Your hands rested over hers. “Wanda?”

“Hmm?” she hummed as she buried her face into your neck. 

“I’m happy you’re here.” You confessed quietly, feeling vulnerable at your admission. 

Even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel her smile against your neck before she turned you in her arms, so you could face one another. “And I am happy you’re here with me.” She rested her forehead lightly against yours.

“Wanda, I…” you stared into her beautiful green eyes which watched you adoringly. Your heart pounded nervously against your ribcage. The words practically hanging off your lips. “I…” 

Lovingly, she raised a hand to lightly caress your cheek. “Yes?” Her tone was patient. 

“Do you want to go for a walk?” you finally stuttered out, avoiding saying what you truly wanted to at the last minute. Not able to shake that last remnant of fear in your heart. 

Disappointment flashed briefly across Wanda’s face before she replaced it with a small smile. “It’s cold out though, krasivaya. We should stay in and cuddle and watch our show instead.” She countered offered hopefully.

You turned your face slightly and kissed the palm of her hand, watching her practically melt at the action. While Wanda tried to show affection as often as she could, you still hesitated the majority of the time so even small actions like this made her swoon. 

“It’s beautiful out though,” You said with a pout. “And we’ve been trapped inside the last few days. Let’s just go for a little.”

Wanda threw her hands up in defeat and turned away from you to get dressed. “You’re lucky I love you.” She grumbled as she put on her boots. You couldn’t help the small smile that appeared at her words.

Half an hour later you were both walking hand in hand down an empty cobble stoned street. You couldn’t help but watch her out of the corner of your eye, the way her nose became pink against the cold night air, the way her eyes were so full of life despite the circumstance. You loved her, all of her. Your efforts to prevent yourself from loving her always proving to be futile. It was impossible to not love her. 

You decided you needed to try and tell her again. To push passed your fear.

“What?” she asked with a laugh. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

You pulled her to a stop and smiled slightly at her. “Because you are beautiful.” 

A rosy pink spread across her cheeks as she ducked her head shyly. “Quite the charmer there, Y/n.”

“Wanda, I need to tell you something.” You said seriously. 

Her brows furrowed in concern at your sudden change of tone. “Of course, what is it?”

You took a deep breath and took both her hands in yours. “For so long I felt broken. Convinced that a broken heart was just something I would just have to learn to live with. The pain from that night on the roof was so intense that I sealed off my heart. Swearing that I would never allow someone back in… Swearing I’d never allow someone back in because I knew I wouldn’t survive the pain a second time.” Wanda’s thumb traced over your knuckles soothingly as she listened with rapt attention. “I never would have imagined that you’d be the one to help stitch me back together.”

The vulnerability you allowed yourself to express made you feel anxious as your gaze fell to the floor. Wanda gently used her thumb to tilt your head up so you could look into her eyes again. 

The love was clear in her eyes as she slowly leaned forward, giving you time to pull away. Rather than pull away, you met her half way and connected your lips in a gentle kiss. Sighing contently at the contact as Wanda gently tugged you closer by the waist. This was the first genuine kiss you had both shared since your break-up. Kissing her felt right and you couldn’t help but feel at home in this moment.

When you pulled away you rested your forehead against hers. Watching the way her eyes glimmered happily. “Wanda, I lo-“

“Wanda.” The sound of another voice interrupted your words. You both turned to find Vision in his human form as he walked over to her urgently, making no attempt to address you. “I need your help.”

At the sight of him, you stepped away from Wanda slightly, which caused her to frown. “How did you find me, Vis?” 

“I am part android, Wanda.” Vision said simply then winced. “It’s the stone, I need you to tell me what you feel.” He said and grabbed Wanda’s hand, placing it over the stone.

Wanda looked back at you hesitantly, but you were looking off in the distance, your arms crossed defensively. She couldn’t help but feel like she just took dozens of steps back in the progress she had made with you. 

With a sigh she looked back at Vision and allowed her magic to enter the stone. “I just feel you.” She replied with confusion. 

Before either could say anything, you took urgent strides away. Wanda immediately noticing and following you, worried you were trying to leave her. You stopped in front of a shop window. Your eyes focused on the screen that was facing out towards the street. With concern, you watched the scene of what was occurring in New York play out on the TV. “What are they?” you questioned, more to yourself than anything. 

“What the stone was warning me about.” You heard Vision reply as he came to a stop beside you both.

Even if you didn’t know what was happening you knew you needed to do something, you needed to help. “Wanda, I won’t ask you to go if you don’t want to, but I think I need to go. To do what I can to help.” You said quietly as you began walking backwards. 

Wanda’s eyes became wide with nerves, she knew she had to convince you to stay. “Y/n, I don’t think going is a good idea. Maybe you should wait until-“ 

“Wanda-“ Your words were cut off as you felt something slice deeply into your side and throw you into the wall of the building you were standing next to.

“Y/N!” Wanda screamed, instantly moving to run to you when a creature stepped in front of her. 

The being chuckled at her tears. “Fear not, we are not here for her, but for him.” Before Vision or Wanda could react, the same object that had sliced into you had stabbed Vision and propelled him to the opposite side of the street. Wanda stepped back and was preparing to attack when she got hit with a force and was hurled into a window. The creatures took the opportunity and began digging into the stone on Vision’s head. 

Weakly, you stood up, holding your bleeding side as you flicked your wrist, forcing the creature to sink into the floor. The other one turned to face you angrily when you felt yourself become incased in a red glow and get thrown in the air along with Vision. The ground quickly approached you until you felt the same red glow cushion the impact and place you back down. 

Wanda tried to help you sit up when you waved her off. “Help Vision, he was hit worse.” She looked reluctant but did as you asked and helped him up as the three of you moved into an arch way to find some semblance of safety. Wanda wearily waved her hand over Vision’s wound as futile wisps of red attempted to seal it. 

“The blade. It stopped me from phasing.” Vision gasped out between pained breathes. 

Wanda turned towards you with wide eyes. “Is that even possible?”

“It’s not supposed to be.” Vision’s labored reply came.

Trying to ease Wanda’s nerves you quietly mumbled, “I’m beginning to think we should have stayed in and cuddled like you asked.” A weak smile crossed her lips before the creature flew in and took Vision. 

Before either of you could react, the second creature came and attacked, cutting into your wound again. You hissed in pain as Wanda furiously sent the creature flying back at the sound of your pain. Working together you were able to keep her at bay until Vision’s screamed echoed through the plaza you were in. “Go, Wanda! I can handle this.” You shouted to her.

“Y/n, no.” She began to protest, forcing the being back with her powers.

“GO!” You shouted, building a wall from the concrete to buy yourself time. It was clear that Wanda didn’t want to go, but you saw the flashes of red lift her up and onto the building that Vision was taken to anyway. 

Using your hands, you manipulated the concrete to attach to the being’s hands, forcing them down into the ground as you brought the clock tower down and buried her in the rubble. Quickly manipulating the earth until she was completely encased. As you were looking around for the next best course of action, you felt Wanda fly down and wrap an arm securely around you as she used her powers to propel the three of you into the air and away from danger.

The moment was short lived though as you felt a blast of energy hit Wanda and suddenly the three of you were free falling. You felt Wanda wrap her body tightly around yours in mid-air, obviously trying to absorb the impact. The glass ceiling you crashed into shattered easily as you slipped out of Wanda’s arms and slid across the platform of the train station and into a metal rail. You groaned when your side made impact with the railing. Vision landing on the opposite end.

Wanda urgently rushed over to you. Her tone was panicked. “C’mon, get up. We have to go.” She gingerly placed an arm under you and helped you stand. The blood drained from her face when she saw her hand come away covered in blood. You leaned against the rail behind you weakly. Just a moment later the creatures returned. Without hesitation, Wanda turned to take a protective stance in directly front of you as her hands began to glow. 

The creature seemed more interested in something over Wanda’s shoulder though as it threw its weapon which was stopped in its trajectory by the shadow. 

A moment later, Steve stepped out of the shadows. You couldn’t help the look of relief that spread across your features as you sunk back down to the floor, feeling woozy from all the blood loss. Wanda rushed over to you, pressing tightly to the bleeding area of your abdomen. You vaguely watched as Sam and Natasha attacked the beings by surprise but the injury made it impossible to focus for long. It seemed as though you blinked and suddenly Steve was marching over to you as Sam and Natasha helped Vision up. 

“Let’s get you home and patched up.” He said gruffly as he lifted you into his arms. Wanda followed closely behind, worry never fading from her expression. With the adrenaline wearing off and the knowledge that Wanda was now safe, you decided couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer as you allowed the world fade out to black for rest.

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When you finally came to, you were almost certain that the events of the night before were just a nightmare, until you felt the dull throbbing in your side. You squinted your eyes open to find Wanda at your bedside, her hand in yours and her eyes worried. The tension draining from her shoulders when she saw your eyes open. 

It seemed you were back at the Avengers tower infirmary. 

“Y/n,” she breathed out. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I was so worried.” Gently, she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and tenderly kissed you, which you gladly returned.

When you pulled back you weakly chuckled as you tried to lighten the mood. “I wish I was a synthazoid like Vision, no blood. Faster rebound time.” Her eyes looked conflicted. You sat up, only wincing slightly. “What? What aren’t you telling me?”

With a sigh she squeezed your hand lightly. “We have to go to Wakanda. Steve says they might be able to extract the stone from Vision without destroying him. If that fails, I may need to destroy the stone myself.” She paused slightly, clearly troubled by the information. You knew what that implied.

“Are you okay?” you questioned, swinging your legs off the cot so you could be closer.

Wanda answered with an unconvincing nod. “I don’t know if it’s something I’ll be able to do.” She said quietly as you squeezed her hand in comfort. “I think you should stay.” She finally added, her expression serious.

Your brows furrowed. “I’m not going to stay. I’m going to help in whatever way I can... I need to go and make sure you’ll be okay.” You said with finality, leaving no room for her to argue.

She knew you wouldn’t budge, all she could do in response was move to stand in between your legs and take you into her arms tightly. Terrified of all that could happen. Terrified to lose you. 

“So cute.” You heard a teasing voice call out from the door way. You looked up to see Natasha and Steve standing there. Steve with a content smile on his face.

Wanda pulled you closer as you rolled your eyes at Natasha. “Shut up.” You quipped playfully.

“I’m glad you’re up, kid. You lost a lot of blood on the flight back. You had me worried for a second there.” Steve admitted with a small frown.

Carefully you released Wanda from your arms and hoped off the cot, keeping her hand in yours all the while. “You can’t get rid of me that easily, Capsicle.” You said lightly. 

Despite the severity of the situation, Steve couldn’t help but laugh. He missed moments like this.

“Hate to take you away from lover girl, but Rogers and I have been waiting patiently for a hug.” Natasha said teasingly as she opened her arms. You looked at Wanda who let go of your hand reluctantly so you could hug the remaining two in the room.

When you pulled away from Steve, you gravitated back to Wanda, taking her hand in yours instinctively. Steve and Natasha exchanged pleased looks. “So,” you began nonchalantly, “When do we leave?”

Wanda clenched her jaw at your words, it was clear to everyone that she was unhappy with your decision. 

Steve knew better than to fight you on something once your mind had been made though. “As soon as you’re dressed. Bruce will explain what we’re up against on the flight there.” _________________ Arriving in Wakanda was breathtaking as you marveled at the magnificent land, one short glimpse at Wanda let you know she was equally as awe struck. You just wished you were there on better circumstances. 

There was very little time to admire as you were all ushered into a building where T’Challa’s sister, who’s name you learned was Shuri, could analyze Vision. You quickly realized Shuri was brilliant and far smarter than Bruce and Tony. You couldn’t help but snicker when she critiqued Bruce’s work on Vision, Wanda also giggling but being much more discreet than you.

As you listened to the conversation go on around you, you could feel Wanda slip her hand into yours and interlace your fingers. You turned your head to face her, taking note of how anxious she appeared. “Are you okay?” you asked quietly.

Wanda looked back at you with a hesitant smile. “As long as you’re here I am.”

 You could feel the words on your lips again, those three little words that you’ve wanted to tell her since Scotland. You bit your tongue though because this moment didn’t feel right to tell her. Instead you lightly kissed her, hoping that she understood what your heart was trying to convey even if you hadn’t said it out loud yet. 

The sound of a loud explosion caused you two to pull apart and glance out the window where the sound was coming from. You tried to keep a neutral face as you all watched what had to have been half a dozen foreign ships land outside the protection of the dome and attempt to enter.

“We’ll hold them off.” T’Challa said determinedly when Shuri explained she needed more time.

Steve turned to where you and Wanda stood. “Wanda, as soon as that stone is out of his head, blow it to smithereens.” 

“I will.” Wanda said with a resolute nod as the rest of the team began moving out to go defend the land. You turned towards Wanda and she immediately began shaking her head when she saw the look in your eyes. “No. You can’t go.”

Gently, you brought her hand up to your lips and placed a short kiss on her fingers. “I have to. I have no use here. Out there though… out there they could use my help.” 

“Y/n. No.” Wanda said seriously, her lip trembling.

You slowly began backing away, your extended hands keeping you connected. “I have to, Wanda. You know that.”

“Then I’ll go with you.” 

You shook your head solemnly. Trying desperately to mask the fears you felt. “They need you here. You’re the only one that can destroy the stone, the only one that can stop Thanos.”

Wanda marched forward and took your face in her hands, kissing you passionately which you gladly returned for a moment, but you knew you had to go, so you reluctantly pulled away. 

You reached a hand up to gently wipe away the single tear that fell down her cheek. “You and me, we’re a happy ending, okay? We’ll have a happy ending. I’ll always come back to you.” You whispered to her gently as you stared at one another for a moment. After a minute, you turned and ran out to catch up to the rest of the team before you lost your nerve. 

“I love you.” She said to your retreating figure, wishing she said it just a moment before, wishing that you’d have a chance to say it to each other after the battle was done. 

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Out on the battlefield, the fight was intense, and it genuinely felt for a moment as though you would all lose, each one of you out there heavily outnumbered in comparison to Thanos’ army. You were surrounded by the enemy with Natasha and Okoye, preparing to fight when red wisps suddenly appeared and redirected the deadly machines to the swarm of creatures that were about to overtake you all.

“That’s my girl.” You said proudly as Wanda turned to look at you, a small smirk on her lips. 

Before any of you could react, you heard Steve over coms. “Anyone have eyes on Vision?”

Wanda shared a look with you, still reluctant to leave your side. You nodded at her reassuringly. “Go. I’ll be right behind you.” 

“I love you.” She said sincerely and steadily before using her powers and flying away.

For a moment you allowed yourself to watch her. “I love you too.” You said to yourself before Natasha got your attention.

“Let’s go. They’ll need all the help they can get to keep him away from the stone.” Without hesitation all three of you began running towards the forest in the distance with determination. Herds of creatures attacking you along the way.

 Eventually you saw an opening to not harm anyone on your side and used your powers to split the earth making the creatures fall in and clearing a path for you.

By the time you reached Wanda you found her standing over Vision’s lifeless body with a horror stricken look on her face.

“Wanda?” You called tentatively, but when she turned you felt your knees give out underneath you, an odd feeling of fading away overtaking your body.

Dread instantly filled Wanda’s body as she watched you fall to the floor. She hurriedly ran over to you and fell to her knees by your side, collecting you in her arms. “Y/n,” She cried urgently, “What’s wrong?” 

“Wanda,” You whispered with a small smile on your face as you looked up at her, raising your hand to rest over her cheek. The simple action alone feeling almost impossible in your state of fading. “I love you. I'll always love you. I wish I had told you sooner. I wish we had more time.” 

She let out a choked sob as she attempted to pull you closer. The words that she had dreamed of hearing from your lips out in the open, but this wasn’t how she wanted it. She didn’t want to hear those words as you were leaving her. She wanted to hear them and experience life with your love. She couldn’t lose you. 

“Y/n, I love you. Don’t go,” She cried desperately, her forehead pressed firmly against yours as she pressed a desperate kiss to your lips. “Please, don’t go. I need you.” Wanda begged through broken sobs as she could feel you begin to disintegrate in her arms. Only a moment later you were gone, all that was left was dust in her hands. 

Heartbroken cries fell from her lips as she clutched desperately at the ground you had been just moments before.

Only a moment later, she began feeling herself fade as well and willingly gave in to the feeling. The feeling brought her a despairing form of peace because with it came the knowledge that she wouldn’t have to exist in this world without you. The realization offered her a twisted form of comfort as she faded into nothingness as well.

Oof, part 11! I knew Infinity War was a lot but I didn’t realize how much until I wrote this. Next up is..... What do you all think is going to happen next? Remember there are two more chapters. ;) As always, hope you enjoyed and let me know your thoughts and comments! I love reading them all!

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[sleepythoma]

Knitting Projects—Thoma x reader

I’m still so soft.

A/N: I haven’t done his hangout event just yet at the time of writing because I feel like it deserves to be played entirely during an afternoon while drinking warm tea and surrounded by blankets.

Am I in love? Yes extremely.

I was listening to ‘Please notice’ by Cristian Leave, ‘Like real people do’ by Hozier, and ‘¿A Qué te sabe el café?’ By Sebastián Romero—so I am just in a cloud of fluffy thoughts.

Extra: this is so self indulgent so there are some specific things in here but I hope that’s ok.

Notes: just fluff, home life slice of life moments. gn! reader. Its expanding a bit on what I wrote on this post: here

As always, lemme know if you liked it! Don’t copy my works or post them elsewhere—thanks!

The weather was beginning to shift. What was once the hot summer rays that would press searing kisses on your skin grew milder. The sun began to grow lazy and stay out for a shorter while, it’s rays were softer, gentle, and nurturing as the leaves on the trees were beginning to bid goodbye.

Yet, there was a never-fading glow, one that always managed to engulf you, one that felt like peace, one that would hug you and kiss your cheeks in pure adoration: Thoma, your home, your lover, your heart. No matter what happened during the day his eyes would bring you back to earth, they were pools of never ending love and you knew you reflected the same.

With autumn at your doorstep, your lover took the initiative to bring a basket of yarns of multiple colors and knitting needles to the sofa you were currently relaxing in. He beamed as he proposed the idea to make scarves for each other. Your smile shone back at him.

It was moments like these that felt so perfect. Both of you cuddled under the massive knitted blanket, a previous project the two of you tackled together, and a gentle silence as the both of you got to work. This was at first at least, once you had the first row, you spoke softly, worried the atmosphere would suddenly shatter in front of you.

“Darling, is there a pattern you would like?”

“Surprise me.” He paused his work and looked at you.

“Well I want it to be something you like.”

“Anything you do I will love.”

“Well I want you to love it even more!”

“A spot that is only reserved for you.” He leaned over and kissed your temple. You put down your work and reached for his cheek, kissing him back. He was cheesy, yes, but you adored that—knowing he meant every word and every action.

“Oh I know what I’ll do! An infinity scarf! That way you stay warm and it doesn’t cause any hassle with your vision.” You quickly started on the project, unaware of the look of pure adoration the man next to you gave you. He opened his mouth to speak but decided against it, he wanted to show you how much he loved you instead of words this time.

A couple minutes passed before Thoma wanted to test if the width of his scarf was enough. He put it by your collarbone, and then gently over your throat. It was only then when you noticed how beautiful his work was, autumn colors that looked like they have been sun kissed, layers of colors intricately and neatly melded together. All just for you. Your heart leaped at the thought and gave him a peck on the nose, he giggled at the action, so you continued to give small pecks across his face. His nose, his eyes, cheeks, lips, forehead, and against his headband.

Another idea popped in your head.

“What if I made a headband like yours? But it would be much warmer…oh like ear warmers!!” You beamed.

He couldn’t help but chuckle, “I would love that, but only if we have matching ones.”

“I think we have our next project.”

He smiled, “ I think we do.”

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