#thank you so much this would've never happened if it wasnt for you

[fischltao]

AFTER

pairing: tsukishima kei x gn! reader

summary: tsukishima worries about your future together

warnings: tsukishima and the reader are third years, angst, fluff, heavily inspired by horimiya, swearing, kind of crack? tsuki is baby

a/n: my latest fics have been getting a lot of feedback lately, thank you everyone for your kind words, hope you enjoy this one as well <3 wrote this while listening to be my angel by mazzy star

"just be my angel if you love me, be my angel in the night"

when you met tsukishima kei in your first year in karasuno high, you would've never expected the outcome of that fateful meeting. you had both been a classmate of his and a manager in his volleyball club so crossing paths was bound to be. soon after your first encounter, you fell in love with each other. a small crush that soon blossomed into a wonderful two year relationship.

and two years later, as your salty boyfriend sat across from you in a study date he failed to realize that for the past 30 minutes he hadn't read a single sentence in his textbook and, instead he had been spacing out and staring out the window. he had never thought about what it would've been like being apart from you, there had had never been an actual reason to think so after all. yet a comment by his older brother felt like a slap throwing him back to real life.

"you both are third years now! do you think you'll be together after graduation"

will we be together after graduation? will they want to be with me still? what is going to happen after graduation?

it had been bothering him for a while actually. of course he could've talked to you and the pair of you would communicate your way out of it. however it scared him to think about confronting you about it because what would happen if you still didn't want to be with him after graduation? would you be over right then and there?

he snapped out of his thoughts the moment you settled over his lap and squished his cheeks together, a habit you picked up during your time together whenever you noticed him spacing out. he always acted annoyed but truth is, he loved it. he loved everything about you.

"what's gotten you staring at your neighbors' fence like that? do you not like their new one?" you joked, moving your head to playfully bite at his neck as he kissed your forehead. you expected him to act like he was disgusted and pinch your leg or something but you were surprised when all he did was pull you closer and hug you tighter against his chest "baby whats wrong?"

"nothing's wrong idiot" he whispered tilting his head to rest at the curve where your neck meets your shoulder

"then why are you clinging on me like a koala, hm? not saying that i mind but you need to talk to me kei, i'm here for you" and he knew it. he knew that you loved him just as much as he loved you, which made it harder for him because even if you loved him now, would you grow apart after high school?

"will you still be here after we graduate?"

"in miyagi? yes babe I'll be attending college in sendai city, i thought we talked about this before, didn't we?"

"no idiot i know i mean-" pause "here"

"oh" he wasnt really sure if he liked your reaction. maybe he should've been more prepared before asking you because his nerves had been eating him alive, waiting for you to answer and god were you taking your sweet time"i guess it's time right?"

if he thought he was about to have a heart attack earlier, he definitely would now.

"time for what baby?"

"please make it quick kei"

"what the hell are you talking about"

"huh?" and it was then that he pushed his head off your shoulder to look at you, both of you staring at each other in confusion "oh you're not going to break up with me? ive thought about this a lot and i figured you wouldn't want to be with me after we graduate so i guessed you would just break up with me now"

he looked at you as if you just hit his mother's head with a cast iron pan.

"STOP STARING AT ME LIKE THAT IT SCARES ME"

what you didn't expect next was for him to burst out laughing. and now it was your turn to look at him like he hit your mother's head with a cast iron pan.

"you idiot" he exclaimed in between laughter "i thought you wanted to break up with me"

"be fucking for real"

"im serious"

"kei why would i not wanna be with you? i love you"

"i don't know, i thought that maybe you'd want to do other stuff after high school that wouldn't include me- well us. akiteru asked me if we'd still be together after graduation and i didn't know what to say, it kind of took me out" he said,now fully serious "but i dont care about graduating or anything i-i dont want to be apart from you you know? your stupid ass has grown on me"

"yeah i would hope so after two years" you deadpanned "you should've talked to me about it, i-i was thinking the same thing, guess we both worried over nothing, huh?" and with that you laid your haid on his shoulder once again, tracing shapes on his chest with your fingers of the hand that wasnt latched in his sweatshirt.

"y/n?"

"hm?"

"marry me in the future, will you?"

"i'd marry you in any life,kei"

the end.

#haikyuu #hq #tsukishima x reader #kei tsukishima #tsukishima #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima kei #tsukishima scenarios #haikyuu imagines #tsukki #tsuki #tsukishima imagine #kei tsukishima imagines #kei tsukishima x reader #tsukishima fanfiction #tsukishima fluff #tsukishima angst #tsukishima kei x reader insert #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima x you #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu drabbles

[hammercorn]

Hi. In 2022 I got two obsessive stalkers because I made sakana content and not many people were doing that in 2022. I used to have a private blog where I would post about my personal life and process difficult feelings through projection onto characters. It wasn't art, it wasnt content, it was just me. When that blog was discovered the stalking started out as an unhealthy obsession with my personal life and idolization. When I said that I was uncomfortable with that, things went sour. A lot of personal details about my life are being spread & used as dog whistles to harass me right now. I’ve never talked about it because I have never been & am still not comfortable sharing any intimate details about myself here. It was never meant for anyone to see. I haven't posted anything in a long time because of this. I think in a different life i would've been happy making 20-note fanart posts until all shit in the world collapsed. I never did it for anyone but myself. Its stupid i was preyed on for it. I spent a lot of time trying to figure out what i did wrong or what about me made these people treat me subhuman but i dont think there was anything. It was never my fault and it wasn't my job to figure out the problems of people I never consented to having any relationship with. I wish there was more I could say to make sure that something like this never happens to anyone else but the only thing I can think of is that I should've ran and hid sooner. Everyone says it, but i didn't think it could happen to me until it did. It was so gradual and banal that the line between “tolerable” and “too much” was so thin. Believe the best in people, but if the worst interpretation is bad you need to get out of there. Trust your gut, nice people can hurt you. Tell everyone you can about everything that makes you uncomfortable. You're not crazy. I have never wanted anything other than for it to stop and to be left alone. I have tried everything I could to get it to stop and none of it worked. I'm no longer going to be posting here or using any sort of public social media account. Thank you to everyone who treated me with respect and was normal to me. Its important to remember that every person you see online is a real person behind the screen.

[thelonechaosgoose]

I have recently learned that I like pretty much every book I have to read in English class so have this short long rambling essay on The Great Gatsby.

The whole story makes me sad. It is full of missed opportunities and greed and rich people who have no concern for other people. It's about hope and dreams and a false sense of happiness. Gatsby throws these elaborate parties for one person who doesn't even know he's there. He invites important people to try and get the attention of one girl. When that girl finally sees him, everything begins to fall apart. There is a short period of happiness and hope and light. But that ends almost as quickly as it began. Daisy and Tom's marriage was never real. It was never full of equally returned love. Tom was always with someone else. Even if Daisy said she loved Tom, it wasn't always sincere. Things could've been so good. But the morals of all of these people messed things up. Nick being caught up in all of this made things even sadder. He just wanted to get away from the boring life he had and sell bonds. He didn't deserve any of this. He was stuck inbetween people's secrets and messy lives. It's no wonder he wanted to leave New York and all of them behind. They're all terrible. I mean Gatsby wasn't awful but his obliviousness to the situation and his endless hope and belief that Daisy would go with him after the fight made him a frustrating character. Especially to Nick. The way Gatsby made his money wasn't entirely lawful but I know for a fact he wasnt as bad as Tom. Nick tried to help Gatsby but in the end he gave up. Another point is that if Daisy had waited just a little longer, she could've had a happier life. Even if Gatsby made his money in an unlawful way, they probably would've been happier than she was with Tom. Her happiness was a mask to how she really felt. We only really get glimpses of this but when she talks to Nick about the birth of Pammy, Daisy's daughter, she wants her to be a fool. She wants her to be a fool so that she won't have to deal with the terrible-ness of the outside world. Daisy also was involved in 2 (two) murders! The obvious one being Myrtle. The irony of this is that she kills the woman her husband is having an affair while she's having an affair. The other possibly less obvious one is of course Gatsby. Since she hit Myrtle, she caused Wilson to go to Tom who told him it was Gatsby which then gives Wilson the ammo to shoot Gatsby in his pool. Tom could've told Wilson that it was Gatsby for two reasons. One, he actually thought it was Gatsby. Or, two, he said it was Gatsby to protect Daisy. I think it was the second one. After the fight, Tom knows that Gatsby has lost and he has won. He wants everything to go back to how things were. When he had control over his life. He probably figured out it was Daisy and threw Gatsby under that bus so that they could leave and start over again. Moving on from that mess, I want to talk about Jordan and how awful she is. She was not phased about anything that happened. After the fight and the accident she asked Nick if he wanted to come inside for dinner and hang out after they had literally just seen a dead body. It definitely helps to show that the only people effected by any of this are Nick, Gatsby, and Wilson. Two of which are dead. Gatsby spent the past five years of his life trying to get Daisy back for it only to end in his premature death. Also the fact that Nick was all Gatsby had makes this even more tragic. Even After all the parties and all the business associates, he is still alone and nobody cared about him. He dedicated his life to Daisy and all he got in return was a tiny sliver of happiness.

thank you for coming to my super long Ted talk <3

#the great gatsby #jay gatsby #nick carraway #jordan baker #tom buchanan #daisy buchanan

[themoonsbride]

hi hi, just a cute idea if you want to write it love 🥰 reader has nightmares and she can't fall asleep so peter hugs and kisses her, stroking her hair gently and tells her that there's nothing to be afraid of and that he's with her<3

hello love!!! thank you so so much for the request! this is so adorable, and I had a lot of fun writing it for you ! I hope you enjoy it :) <3

You're Safe With Me .

pairing; Peter Ballard x Fem!Reader

summary; (in the request!) Reader has been having nightmares lately, and has been on edge during the working hours of her life, Peter has noticed this and ends up figuring out the issues and makes the reader spend the night with him. <3

warnings; Nightmares, loss of sleep, crying, Aftermath of nightmares, rest is all fluff <3 (please lmk if I missed anything!)

a/n; this is my first new request in awhile and I'm so happy about it!!! also, I've decided that I'll also be taking requests for Anthony from Sweeney Todd !! (another characterJamie plays for those who may not know) :) <3

--×♥︎×--

It was a quiet night through out Hawkins National Labrotoris. The lights had gone out, and everyone was sleeping, peacefully wouldn't be the correct word choice per say because nothing inside of the dreadful building was ever peacefully that any stable mind would say.

But it was at least quiet, there was that much, sure it was usually always quiet, but during the night feeling of it being so quiet was different, some would've said relieving, others would have said extremely skin crawling chilling.

Though, the gaurds and the nurses and the children had all been finally sleeping at the exhausted muscles in their bodies slowly went through the process of fully relaxing, just for them to be overworked again within the next few hours, yours were tense.

You were sleeping, yes, but, it was quiet the opposite from relaxing you, infact it seemed as though it were killing you in a way. Your limps twitched, and your head turned from side to side harshly.

And suddenly your breath decides to join in part of the sensory madness and turn itself into fast pants, and your body coated itself in a cold, thick sweat.

Thats when your brain suddenly turned off its movie of horror that made your heart nervous and your nerves a mental breakdown, your eyes snapped open like a light switch being flickered on.

You sat up quickly, blinking profusely, looking at your surroundings.

You were in your room, and it was nearly 3:25 a.m., you still had about 3 more hours of sleep left.

You took some time to get your nerves back into shape and running again, but you laid, staring at your ceiling, you went to rub your tired eyes and when doing so, they felt damp.

You sighed to yourself and began to wonder how you'd even ended up in here in the first place.

--×♥︎×--

You don't remember what time it was when you fell asleep, but your alarm did its job as it had done everyday for the last year and 5 months now.

You forced your legs to keep you on the cold tiled floor you were standing on, your vision going from a blur to black within seconds from standing too quickly.

This wasn't the first time working in this sort of hell house had given you dreadful images that played in your mind through the night.

They'd been happening to you for about 2 weeks now and it wasnt the first time you had struggled with these types of dreams either.

but they felt more torturous than the shocking collar did. Thankfully you've never came into contact with that God forsaken thing. But you knew someone who has.

His name was Peter, Peter Ballard, and he's the sweetest man you'd ever met inside of this prison, He always smiled even if you could sense he truly didn't want to at times.

And he was always caring of you, others? not so much. He didn't seem to notice any of the other workers or nurses or even most of the children, but you seemed to have caught his eye.

And it made you curious and wonder what it could've possibly been about you that made him attract to you as if you were a magnet.

--×♥︎×--

It was finally your break, your legs quickly exited you from the rainbow room, sure it was the only room with color but sometimes it was nauseating to look at.

You tried not to ponder much about it as you pushed through the double doors of the breakroom and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

The coffee was poor quality and looked mucky inside of the mugs they were meant for. It didn't even fully look like it was coffee inside of a mug, someone who lived beyond the walls of Hawkins Labrotory would've identified it as a mug full of swamp water.

Your eyes felt heavy along with your head, but you did your best to fight off your powerful tiredness and exhaustion. If Brenner had suspected anything of the sorts, you'd never be hearing the end of it.

You had even realized your eyes were resting until the sound of the double doors creaked opened again.

It was that angelic blond man who you dearly adored. His hair was curled perfectly as it were everyday, and his eyes seemed dull, though they still shined through the poor lights in bedded into the ceiling. He also seemed more awake than you were the last week.

"Didn't rest much last night?" He asked, his voice was as soft as a pillow as always. Though it took you a few seconds for your brain to actually register what he said.

"hm? oh, no I slept fine." Your voice croaked, it sounded like you just woke up and your cheeks started to flush pink from embarressment.

"Does that explain those black circles underneath your eyes?" He said, a smirk etched onto his face, you rolled your eyes at him smiling back a tiny bit.

"Whatever Blondie." He hated that name.

"Stop calling me that!" He laughed a little. You sat up a bit more and placed your hand over your heart, pretending to be hurt.

"My word, I thought you found the name to be music to your ears." Sarcasm was booming in your words.

"Your voice in general is."

You thought you'd heard him say something but, he was whispering and your mind felt hazy from how tired you were.

"Hmm?" you hummed to him, but it wouldn't have mattered if he answered you, your mind wouldn't take the time to process it anyway.

You loved being able to joke with him in such a way, it seemed as though you could be sarcastic with him and not get scolded for doing so, infact he found it to be funny.

It only took a few weeks for you and Peter to get along, and before you knew it the both of you were best friends, as a small child would call it. And you seemed to enjoy calling it that too, but it felt somewhat silly to you whenever you did.

He never seemed to have minded though, and it made you not feel as stupid for it.

It also didn't take long for the two of you to realize the love you held for eachother. And you would've never assumed that he would've became your secret boyfriend a day in your life either.

--×♥︎×--

Your shift had recently ended, and you were feeling quite anxious and your mind thought of how horrible this night were going to be.

How you didn't want to have to suffer through another night of vivid nightmares that would leave you shaking for 15 minutes straight.

As you lay on your mattress, staring at your ceiling, each time you'd attempt to close your eyes, they'd only re-open themselves.

Like your own body was refusing itself from falling asleep.

This cycle continued for what felt like hours, but in reality had only been 10 minutes. And at this rate you'd given up on the idea of sleep.

But you knew you had to get some type of sleep if you wanted to be able to wake up on time for work in the morning, so you kicked off your covers and sighed to yourself.

You sighed as you stood at your bed, closing your eyes, and then tears began to fall. You just wanted it to stop, for the nightmares to end, for you to be able to sleep without your entire body having a nervous breakdown.

You looked up at the ceiling and took a breath, quietly exiting your bedroom to go see your true love as guilty as you felt about the idea of awakening him.

Your knuckles quietly tapped against the metal door. Your sniffles surely couldve been heard from the next hall, and through the door.

Your body tensed when you heard the sound of footsteps.

Suddenly the door opened and Peter quickly pulled you inside for you to have not gotten caught, he took a few moments to examine your face before pulling you into his warm embrace.

"What happened baby?" He whispered into your hair, his voice was deep and filled with haziness.

"nothing I just uhm. I haven't been able to sleep and I w-wanted to know if it was okay if.. If I slept here? with you..?" Your voice was trembling and muffled from your face nuzzled into his chest.

His hand start rubbing your back as he comforted you, and you felt your shoulders start to loosen as you melted from his touch.

"Of course.." He mumbled before gently pulling away from you and grabbing your hands, taking you to his bed with him, You'd never seen him in anything but his working clothes, so seeing him wearing a plain t-shirt and shorts was some what of a big deal to you.

He looked really good though, but you cleared your thoughts and focused back on sleeping as he pulled your body towards his under the covers, his sheets smelled like him and his comforter was warm like him. You felt so safe around him that it felt like not even Brenner could harm you.

He continued to sooth your body and kiss your forehead, "Why weren't you able to sleep?" He asked lowly

"..I've been having nightmares." You replied, you felt so embarrassed to have to admit that to your boyfriend as an adult.

"I guess that's why I haven't slept much, they've been.. scaring me too much." You didn't really process that you were telling him this because you just wanted to sleep.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, I promise.. Not for as long as im with you dear." He murmurs to you as all your muscles finally relax and loosen from the overwhelmingly relief of you finally drifting into sleep.

#peter ballard #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard x you #peter ballard fluff #henry creel fanfiction #henry creel x y/n #henry creel x reader #henry creel #001 #001 fluff #001 x reader #vecna/henry/001 #stranger things 001

[asummersday]

It was really nice to read Hollow Mind after you mentioned it in an ask I think, Id love to know about 3, 23 and 27 and if possible (it wasnt exactly in the suggestions I think) what fandoms do you write for and whether you write original work too? I really love your writing style!! In ataimw you capture Raph‘s and Leo‘s arguments so well, it seems so natural as in this is what would for real happen in that situation and that makes reading it a whole lot more fun and engaging

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

Hm. All the ashes in my wake, definitely! It's been a whole lot of fun writing it and it's also been pretty surprising! I wasn't expecting to have so many ideas or explore Leo's relationships with his family (and Casey) in detail, I was really expecting to mostly only focus on his and Raph’s. I set the fic after season 2 because to me that would be the best time to set a fic where Leo gets cursed and no one realizing for a while (because they just moved and because so many things happened all at once and they'd definitely take some time to adjust. Also because I didn't see enough fics focusing on how it must’ve felt like to literally have your entirely home destroyed to the point where there's probably very little they could've salvaged :(( like idk they probably spent most of their lives in that lair! It would've definitely been a bad emotional hit)

23. Did you do any collaborative works this year?

I did one! It was a round robin I did with some friends on discord. It was actually my very first time doing a round robin!

27. What do you listen to while writing?

I have a playlist of musical scores and classical music I like to listen to when I write (because I need constant background noise but if it has words its gonna distract me). When I edit i usually put on any playlist, sometimes my fic playlist.

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for the fandom question, I've written for several fandoms, but my current ones are rottmnt and dc! I do write original fiction but I haven’t published anything yet. I mostly have the world and the ocs, its the plot that's a little harder to figure out lol.

I'm so glad you like my style! <33 and im also really happy to hear you like raph and Leo's arguments!! They've been really fun and interesting to write and I've been greatly enjoying exploring their relationship in this fic.

I've been partially drawing inspiration from my own arguments with my sisters (having siblings is so fun because you'll have the worst argument you've ever had and like two hours later you're sending each other memes like nothing ever happened and that's basically the entire apology)

Anyway this ask got super long, I'm sorry. I love talking about ataimw (there's your assurance that I'm never abandoning it, I'm literally mentally insane about it lol)

But thank you so much for the ask!!! 💕

#ask game #ataimw #not to constantly talk about myself #but if anyone wants to ask about my ocs feel free to! #or if anyone wants me to be insane about my fic i also welcome that #im almost done witg finals so ill be able to focus on the next chapter update soon 💪

[haejjoon]

also, while we're pointing out the flaws of atlus's characterization choices in the game-

ugh. ryuji. i adore him, so much. and the game never decides what they really want for him. i always stood by the fact that the pervy cutscenes were a step too far, even for him- especially after what he knows about ann. i think it would've been interesting to explore how he did sorta believe the rumors about her, but apologized, and the game vaguelyyy does that but canon is still a disservice to the friendship i firmly believe ann and ryuji have.

and the way the other characters treat him. im not gonna even bring up the okumura arc here, it doesn't deserve mention. but sometimes it's hard to listen them insult the poor guy so much. yeah, he gets in over his head and says stuff a little too loud. but sometimes it just feels cruel. especially knowing what happens at the end of shido's palace.

ryuji's gobro's a jerk, but he apologized when he stepped out of line too far when they barely knew each other. he'd never let the post shido moment go down like it did.

my fav thing about third sem is that ryuji's the one that comes to the rescue first. that gets in front of akechi & akira and blocks the blast before everyone else. im glad my boy got a little moment to shine in p5r (rip ann and yusuke). and i love his friendship with akira. but i wish atlus felt less all over the place with him, with all of the thieves.

are we gna take turns dissecting all the characrers in persona 5 because im literally all for it. character dissection is my favorite. puts ryuji on the operating table

i absolutely agree with u anon atlus doesnt seem to know what the hell they want to do with my boy. he's introduced as the protagonist's loud dumbass friend who's got a heart of gold, and then he's reduced to the pervy guy who speaks before thinking, and then it's like atlus goes "oh shit wait we gotta wrap things up for him" and then toss him a moment in shido's ship. like... if ur gna make a decision stick by it atlus cmon.

im gonna assume the gobro moment you're talking about is when he says sorry for calling ryuji useless baggage pre-awakening and say THANK YOU FOR NOTICING...... GWTS ON HANDS AND KNEES AND BOWS HEAD TO THE FLOOR... ryuji deserved that apology and deserved that closure back at the ramen shop 100%, as he did with a lot of the ribbing from the thieves in the canon game. i've got a bone to pick with morgana specifically regarding this but thats another conversation

he's also never properly held accountable for all the moments he pervs on ann either. it's one thing to be like "my friend's rly hot yeah!!!" and it's nother to blatantly stare at her when she's practically getting heat stroke in that microwave of a cat-bus. little things like ryuji turning to akiren and going "dude . wasnt that girl.. like... fine???" about haru is perfectly okay, because he's a teenage boy and teenage boys are stupid, but i cannot believe he never gets anything said to him about how he treats ann. then again he is NOWHERE as bad as yosuke in p4 so it isnt the worst thing in the world. just leaves a bitter taste in my mouth

here have a little preview of chp5 where ryuji actually apologizes for his behavior

[onthejadedjournal]

update

after i broke down school (the day of the deadline) because of how anxious i was about this whole ordeal - my best friend immediately tried to figure a way around the issue and told me he'll try to coax the teacher into listening to him which was so daring because that teacher is very true to her words and she had really high standards for all of us

it was so hard to talk that day. my head hung so low and i couldn't even hear the lessons because of how mentally distraught i was that day - i had to use my notebook to talk to him because if i talked, i know my sobs and hiccups will be heard and i hate attracting attention. he immediately noticed how distant i acted and it i quickly clicked back to the comic i made back then and. idk. I'm just surprised how accurate that was. i dunno. self projection works ig

either way. at the end of the day - my teacher acknowledged the concern and extended it up to sunday this week

i'm happy but i'm still really. not happy. happy because im given one more chance to work on it but unhappy because - i feel that this could've been worked out much better. or better yet. not a fucking animation

and. im also pissed. really pissed

the trailer wasn't mandatory.

the trailer wasn't mandatory.

i could've been. working on the story a week before if it werent for the fucking trailer

but. i cant even be too mad about it because at at least the trailer gave me insight on how i feel about animation?

well for one. im not taking the multimedia art course anymore in college. eye opening moment for me

and two - thanks to many people telling me this; you don't have to make it high effort just to please everyone. its okay to dumb it down because an artist's eyes isnt the same as a normal one. another eye opening moment to me

and i guess the trailer was only good for getting everyone to buy our movie tickets. idk

but. the trailer wasnt mandatory. i just learned that and i was really upset.

again. should i be mad or not? I don't know but it just happens. its a double edged sword

another thing that really made me angry was how everyone thinks this is going to be a walk in the park for me. its not. it's not. "she'll do okay because she can draw" "we're going to win some awards thanks to her" god i wish i never heard those i don't even know the first thing about animation im just really lucky to have nicole help me as she's a genuine aspiring animator.

either way im just so ready to forget all of this when im done. i don't want to share this project to friends because i'm more or less traumatized mentally and physically about this and I don't want to recall it again and i'm dead serious about it.

it also doesnt help that i keep getting called a slacker at home for not doing the animation. if only you understand what im feeling. did you not take the hint when i slept early twice? yeah. yeah maybe you should get it next time. just got told that while i was typing this . hahhah

i've lost my energy to be happy and even to selfship (but with one exception i guess) because the last 2 days i just find myself crying to sleep over how angry i am and it sucks because i cant catch up to what my friends are doing and I don't want to be the lump of coal that opposes their energy everytime i come to them which is why i'm just here to rot and complain about it. i know they're willing to be there to help me destress. i know they're worried about me. but i have to consider the external factors (which is. being accused of being a slacker when im in need of comfort from my friends). if i was the only person in the house then i would've done it in a heartbeat

i don't sound the same right now and it all culminates to this. it's almost a month and this is eating me alive consistently to no end. i get bursts of joy here and there but it doesn't outweigh how tired i am

but thankfully i'm given another chance to work on it so.

now im just praying i can make it. im praying

and leave this fucking school soon

#i got home from school for our graduation pictorials #supposed to finish at 2 #finished at 5 #so much time wasted again #sorry I don't have much good things to say

[royalwriteroftheuniverse]

Thanks Captain America (part 4)

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WARNINGS: 18+ Just incase. Have tissues on hand.. There's kidnapping, being held captaive heartbreak angst, depression probably some type of psychological thing besides depression going on because she is has been alone for months, she's very upset so it could be triggering for anyone a tiny bit of fluff if you squint but another of angst and heart break maybe disillusioned, not exactly self harm but she thinks something is going to happen at the end.

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Part 4

Why did it take you so long to find me. Did you even want me found?

Course I did how can you say that?

Steve, we lived together. I mean, you practically moved in but you- she had rings on I'm not blind. Me out of the way.... solve a lot of problems.

No it doesn't. Causes a lot of issues.

Hayden Wouldn't let things drop he was worried.

I never stopped loving you I havent slept until I found you. I missed you so much baby. Shes nothing nothing compared to you. Shes no one.

I dont know why I keep imagining the same conversation over and over in my head. The same one I imagined Steve and I would have anyway. It's obvious I mean nothing to him. That I am nothing to him. But still.... Sometimes I imagine he's holding me at night keeping me safe.

It still doesn't stop the nightmares. Nothing stops the nightmares. I don't think anything will ever stop these nightmares as long as I live. Is this how Steve and Bucky feel? But with Steve. I wake him up. I let him do what he needs. If I need to hold him if he needs to hold me if he needs silence or talking or of he just wants to kiss me, to prove I'm real and he's there not a nightmare that he's safe. I let him. He's been through so much and I- oh whats the point. I LIVE through the nightmares then it's night until its over and then the REAL nightmares are here. All I have is two pillows.... So when I wake up, because I always do. I pretend Hayden's there he's smoothing my hair. I pretend I hear his voice lie we were back in one of our rooms and he's just holding me,

"Shhh you're ok babe I'm here I got you. You want to talk about it?"

"No I just want you to hold me."

He'd kiss my head and read me something. As he hold me close and plays with my hair. He sooth me to sleep so I tr and imagine that- My imagination is all I have left... I think that is all of me that remains.

I'm losing track of the days.. they seem to bleed together because I'm just I left alone every day. Every night. Sometimes I wonder if I'm going dead because

I know im just lost at this point. I pretend like Hayden's here and he's talking to me telling me about his classes. Sometimes I run through conversations that me and Steve had had or will have, arguments I wish we hand. Sometimes I wish I dump water on his head at the fair. I decided what I'd say "You told me you loved me last night but she is wearing rings Steve. Yiu told me you loved me this morning. You knew I was comming here. Why? Why hurt me?" then they'd know I was the victim. Theyd knoow the man he truely was letting me stay here to die because he got whar? Bored i don't know. Never know..

Maybe life would've be been better if I never went the fair at all.. if I stayed hime.. woubacI be back home sound I be safe? would Steve still save me if I never found out? Would I be with Steve or would I have found out either way? Would I have ever met Hayden? God. I love him- he did know me and he still just made sure I was ok I learned its who he is.but he is much the just happy with him. I know he loves me without words.wor maybe I should say Loved.

There was a partition for the toilet and a curtain for thr shower. I had no choice but to eat the food. if it wasnt nightmares or should I say between the break of nightmares I'd have some weird dreams but thats it. It doesn't seem like the food that's slid under door is drugged. Not that I have a choice. I have to eat-I guess not like I can order uber eats.

Not sure how long I'd have been there maybe 2 weeks the most. I tried to eat as little as possible but obviously made me a little weak but I had been tired lately but also bored out of my mind.

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Then suddenly there was noise just noise i couldn't make it out then then fI could. bullets and I started coughing for some reason. I was confused and then I heard a bang I was trying to figure out how to hide but I couldn't it was useless I couldn't think.

I didnt know who grabbed me I didn't even recognize the voices all I heard was "safe"

Maybe this is it. Safe-salvation? I can only hope it'll take the pain away and that it will be quick.

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[effervescentdragon]

You are totally right about the grid dadding of Seb bit. Even with the social conscious stuff, he's done most of it in such a Seb way. *wears the rainbow top during the anthem no matter what FIA say* *wears my underwear over my racesuit to spite you*. Maybe people just need an opinion adjust. I put it to you that the qualification for being a GPDA director is not a 'dad vibe of protection', but a 'I'm going to get my own way on this no matter what, and if I don't get my own way everyone's going to know how you were in the wrong* person. Seb hasn't changed, he just has more things to be Seb about. (But I also have feelings on the difference between RB and Ferrari having an impact on his bad batch behaviour too)

Whilst I agree with a lot of what you said in your post, but I do think it's a mischaracterisation also to say he left because he couldn't stand a minute more in the Aston. I agree that if they or ferrari could have given him a championship contending car, or even one capable of regular race wins, he probably wouldn't have left.

But I think it's more that without the rush of the wins, the pros and cons of being in F1 just didn't balance out anymore. And I don't think Seb was lying when he said that the main reason was to spend more time with his family. Why lose time with them, with an ever increasing calendar, his kids childhoods spooling away, in return for a few years in a midfield car? Also, as we know, Seb can be a petty bastard. He's never let a single thing he's blamed someone else for go, if the truth was that AM are unsalvageable and there's no hope for their future cars, he would've said it.

Oh I agree with everything you said actually, thats a very good point about the GPDA! He wasnt there (only) for protection, he was there as a "fuck you" :D Also, nobody can convince me that Ferrari doesnt have gag orders that are super-regulated and that was also the reason he wasnt as outspoken about certain things as he used to be in rbr and was in amr after (different things but same principle). And yes, you worded it so mych better than i did in my angry tag rant - the pros and cons werent enough for him, i think especially because he was racing in a backmarker. Obviously his family plays a huge role in this, as it should, but i do believe that if it was a better team, a top team, honestly he probably wouldve stayed for a bit longer. And yeah, maybeeee youre right about AMR, idk, im just generally really fucking annoyed with them for the shitty car they gave him xD. Maybe he was being magnanimous for once in his life? We shall see what happens this year, and if they are salvageable.

Thank you so much for this ask, its so well worded and so RIGHT 🥰😘

#akira answers asks #lovely moots 💕 #you are so so so right #i just got sick of people and their stuoid takes #lauda4theback #hallo weltmeister :) #beth tag :)

[cassthecringe]

thank you for the Jotaro content. i'll never say no to Jotaro content. do you have any Jotaro thoughts that are occupying your mind that you'd like to share during this category 4 event or is it just a bunch of vibrating in place and pointing at the man (bc I get it)?

god anon you get me so completley

sequence of jumbled jotaor thoughts it's not a steady line of thought im jsut fucking crazy also im not proofreading this

im thinking about how the first time jotaro smiles in the manga it's when he's holding a gun to his head

i think about how holly screamed. i think about how it's implied jotaro did this more than once because he knew his brains werent going to blow out in front of his mom he did this to show off star platinum's frightening abilities he wasnt trying to die....this time at least. but earlier? well

i think about how he was 17 when his entire world is flipped upside, when he truly meets his grandfather for the first time, when he understands why his mother is the way she is (dont get me started on this ohhh do not get me started on this). i thinka bout how he met his first friends got 50 precious days with them and then lost them. even the ones that lived. him and polnareff are a tragedy of "we could've been great" because, with their differences in circumstance and their individual forms of grieving, i honestly think they both resent the fact that the other lived and not someone else just as much as they resent that they themselves lived. survivor's guilt spilling over and being directed at the only other person who understands. it sucks. also he loses joseph cause after being without oxygen for that long he had brain damage (as evidence by how much he aged in the 10 years btwn diu and sdc as opposed to the 50 years between bt and sdc) and he just, broke i think from the guilt of getting his friends killed again (avdol and kakyoin particularly). i think jotaro was alone again in anew way and it RUINS THE REST OF HIS LIIIFE

i think about how jotaro was beginning to trust the others when boom, the second he tries to trust them in the final battle to do their own thing, they die. every time he isnt there people die. polnareff wouldve died if he wasn't there. jospeh would've died if he wasnt there. everyone else died cause he wasn't there. he literally WAS ON THE WAY TO GETTING BETTER TO LEARNIGN TO TRUST PEOPLE but it fell in at such a critical moment and had such dire conseqeunces and he couldnt he couldnt he couldnt and so he didnt and it culminates 23 years later when he's not enough by himself to save his daughter, he trades the world for her and he still couldnt do it because he tried to do it alone ough my GOD

i thinka bout how he loved the crusaders so much he was so vulnerable with them he showed off his underbelly so sevrely and then he's hurt and hurt and hurt and he becomes so consumed in his own hurt that he runs CIRCLES trying to find a way to make sure he has the power to never ever ever let it happen again and so he isolates and he does things alone and he doesnt train the world cause he has trouble seeing it as anything other than dio (but it's him too he couldve made it his own but he didnt and it led to not having enough of a girp on it to save his DAUGHTER when seconds were the most preicous thing in the world)

i think about how he loved them i think about how he did the stupid cigarette tricks with them about how they knew how to comfort him when he was acting erratically and scared how this implies that he's done that before how it means they saw and helped him through it and he communicated how they can help him through it HOW HE ASKS THEM TO HELP HIM i thin abuotu how the only time we see him trust his loved ones not just himself BUT HIS LVOED ONES to someone else is in stardust crusaders and then it's gone and he never does it again i think about how losing the crusaders made him so grief stricken that he essentially signs his death warrant like he had gone past the event horizon but couldnt fall in just yet it was done it was done he was done

i think about how he killed people and he was so scared and he had blood on his hands i think about how he's teeth and nails and fists and it manifests in star platinum's offensive abilities i think about how he is so scared and he is so desperate and he loves so, so, so much, he tries to punch to distract the fact his heart is on his sleeve

i think about how uncomfortable he msut be with knives or anything sharp after everything i think about how he needs pressure but if something is too tight on his chest he'll hyperventilate i think about how he can't look at clocks and he can't look at his own stand and he can't look at himself i think he must hate the color yellow (his daughter has blond streaks in her hair, it must be some sort of joke)

i think about his relationships with people and how they both save and damn him simultaneously i think about how the relationships he has post part 3 give him some solace while he's marching toward his own deathbed and his refusal to deviate form that path means the relationships get strained and ripped and a chunk of his heart falls away every time it happens he is bleeding so so much so to speakby the time he even makes it to pucci it's no wonder he barely put up a fight it must have been a mercy (it was until it meant his daughter had no one left to be a shield for her)

i tink im drying. dying.

#dying #cass cries #like literally #jja #jjba

[fictionkinfessions]

I keep thinking about my early time in Inazuma and I just.

I need to send such a heartfelt thank you to Ayaka and Thoma (and even though we didnt interact at the time, Ayato as well for also allowing it)

Now, I had something a bit different from canon early Inazuma's events.

The canon talk with Ayaka and the mini errands still happened, but they were just day one.

I was furious and damn near a manic episode over the previous encounter with Lumine, so I was incredibly rude to them both during our first meeting. So my first thank you HAS to be thanking Ayaka and Thoma for giving me familiar tasks to help me calm down (even if it wasnt the full intention). An additional quick thank you to Paimon for trying to run damage control and overall allowing her panic to show Ayaka and Thoma what was going on even though you didnt really get it yourself.

The big shift from canon is what happened when I came back from the tasks. I had calmed down. Cleared my head. I was feeling a bit better. Just better enough to apologize for my behavior and agree to help best I could. On the condition they just let me rest and process some shit for a few days or so.

To be honest I had nearly shut down from sheer exhaustion by the time we got back to the estate (because of my own wild emotions. Not the tasks Ayaka gave to me). So I think the toll my mind was taking was fairly evident in my apperance at that point.

The two of them were so kind. They didnt even ask what had happened or why I needed it. (I did explain a bit/vented to Thoma abt it later) They agreed so quickly and Thoma rushed me off to a guest room like I could pass out any second (I cant say I wouldnt have but I did think it was a little silly at the time)

I ended up being in a really deep depression for about a week. Could barely even leave my bed. Scared Paimon half to death (sorry Paimon)

Ayaka was a bit more distant during that time than Thoma. I think some of my initial rudeness got to her or maybe it was just how shy she was that the infamous traveler was in her house. Im not quite sure/dont remember. But I'm sure we got much closer afterwards when I was no longer depressed, and I think she gave Paimon a lot of reassurance during it all.

But Thoma was in and out of my room multiple times on a daily basis. He was SO nice and caring. Brought me 3 meals a day, let me vent all I needed, offered advice even though he didnt fully understand the situation, he would even remind me about some basic self care (not in a pushy way but gentle reminders for "if I found the energy"). He'd even play with Paimon to help get her energy out (she would get REALLY antsy when we weren't doing much)

He EVEN put up with my accidental slip of terrible coping mechanisms (wont say here. Its horrifically embarassing.)

I honestly don't think I would've survived my trip to Inazuma if it weren't for their kindness. I can never thank them enough. I don't even remember all of that week, nor everything about my continued relationships with Ayaka and Thoma, but I just cannot shake the deep seated need to thank them both for eternity. I can never thank them enough honestly. They practically saved my life. They gave me a safe space to process things. If they didnt let me stay with them I likely wouldve withered away within my teapot. They felt like some of the few people who not only knew EVERYTHING about my situation, but also knew how fucking traumatizing it all was, and knew exactly how I had gotten to the point I did.

God. I care about them both so much.

Ayaka, Thoma, seriously. Thank you both. So so so so so SO much. Your kindness was never forgotten, in that life nor in this one.

~Aether 🕯♟

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#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #aetherkin #genshinimpactkin #chara love #memories issue #mod party cat

[richardsphere]

Leverage Redemption Log: The Paranormal Hacktivity Job

Well, guess its time for the plotline that all multi-season shows eventually have to do: Who believes in ghosts/magic/ghost-magic and are they right. Either that or our heroes are going to pretend to haunt a house for reasons unknown. --- ESTABLISHMENT FONT says its 4 days before halloween (which, means its a haloween special...) Shots around the house, pictures on the cabinets, duck-shaped cane. "Aunt Mildred", is it weird that i've never seen a show that had a mildred that wasnt an aunt? Prediction: The mother is doing the haunting (Aunt left the house to the daughter in the will), either that or Aunt Mildred used to be a criminal, got money from a heist stashed in her floor/walls and her old buddies are trying to get the loot by buying the house. (unlikely, generic backstory robbers tend to be less subtle) Note: Whomever is faking the haunting has style, the smoke, the little candles lighting by magic. (I think the blood-mirror is a bit cliché, and also a bit "generically blamefull" with the whole "did it"-non specificity thing) but they get a good... 7/10 for showmanship.

But the house is legit on fire now (whatever is hidden better be gold/diamons and not paper money or stock certificates or these criminals fucked themselves)

Generic Goons 1 and 2 walk away from the scene (Parker was probably preparing to con/heist them before this happened) --- It is now that it springs to mind i havent yet commented on the sequel series new leader/intro thing. I dont mind the smokey-ness, but i think the insertion of playing cards and a time bomb are both really generic ways to get a James Bond-vibe across, and misleading in that i've yet to see a single time bomb in this season, and only 1 episode with any kind of gambling. --- It is now Halloween, and Breanna is to Haloween what Parker was to Christmas.

Parker brings Client here to double-check her read with Sophie who insists that they are definitly not doing any crimes without her.

--- Breanna and Parker investigate (disguised as arson investigators). They find an attendance list from the funeral party/event/whatever-it-is-called, (low attendance)

Stuart the Suspecious walks in and tries to stop our investigation. He is probably just a real cop. (mentions the investigators have already been over, but gives up after only the tiniest smidgen of police code. I think if he was a criminal he would've been more insistent)

Tiny Box with a speaker hidden in the walls. --- I agree with Parker, Human brains suck.

"i dont mean literally in here..." thanks for clarifying. --- So its a real-estate scam (scooby doo villainy) ... still a bit suspicious on the detail (the cane and the clients insistence it was mildreds exact footsteps. You cant copy a dead persons natural walking cadence unless you knew them when alive)

Parker plays her Conitinuity card with the victim. (i think it was Tara's second episode?) --- Time for the Con: Pretend to let them con you (while secretly filming it for the client)

Breanna is verry disapoint to have to let them tamper with their breakers. --- Newby Conman is the only one to catch on that maybe this is a bit too convenient.

Deke was our Candleman. (I side with Deke, they were a masterstroke. I also agree that they very much backfired and were not worth the investment. But they were a good idea in theory)

The marks have clients ready. they are heavily armed and have blueprints underneath their armorstashes. (prediction: house is alongside the parade-route. This is an assasination on Breanna's favourite politician) --- I dont like the way that the frame came loose (Breanna's computers say its disengaged the "bolts". Which implies they have electronic nuts and bolts. Which is nonsense. Now the frame is said by Deke to be made of iron so i can believe it to be attached to the wall with electromagnets. so the scene works, the presentation of it as being remote-deactivated BOLTS is just weird)

Effects department Comping a skull over Deke when electrocuting him, while a lovely home-alone reference, just looks wrong in this show. --- Good news for Sophie: The assasin lives by the adage "if you're good at what you do, never do it for free".

Our hitman is, unfortunately (for him) extermely superstitious (wears two different saints around his neck). Also interesting that our heroes all know enough about saints they can not only recognise them, but name their relevant domains/patronages. --- Sophie legitimately looks like she wants to adopt Deke into her theatregroup.

--- Hamilton takes a taser to the neck, Crutches are down and its time to start the counter-haunting. --- Oh we're doing the "fake-out murder offscreen before the comercials" thing. (its very clear Sophie realised that Deke didnt have murder in his bones and has convinced him to just get out of this life. She does love herself a good death-scene) --- Hamilton breaks out of the wardrobe he's been stuffed in and just trips face-first into unconciousness (Parker is disapointed she doesnt get to tase him) --- Elliot and Harry at the bar, Elliot is proud of Breanna for her first ever assasin-takedown.

Ok you know what, the executive producer credit being written in blood is legit funny. 10/10 gag.

#leverage #leverage redemption #leverage redemption season 1 #the paranormal hacktivity job

[the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see]

this is the hi nanna anon again, and oml i do agree w you about yashna crossing the lines!! the black saree thing, her acting like she has a right to question viraj's decisions about mahi, etc

but overall it was overshadowed by the number of things i loved in the movie/the emotions

I think Mrunal being drawn to viraj/mahi did make sense in my head, because I felt like- even though she forgot those memories, her body would remember? i'm not fully sure what I meant but something along the lines of recognising the comfort viraj gave her & subconsciously recognising bits of herself/someone she loved in mahi? but all that might just be the romantic in me being delulu lmao

and I get what you mean by not vibing with it/feeling like it was Too Much, (especially after the malayalam movies), that does make sense.

I desperately needed both the lead characters to go to therapy so many times 😭 helping yashna cope w her trauma before conceiving mahi would've helped in so many ways, no? and like. my brain has been full of thoughts of them dealing with their trauma after the end of the movie (if they make a part 2 exploring their dynamics, i'd die of joy. unfortunately it's not likely to happen at all smh)

and yes 65 roses was so cute and genius

anyway, thanks for answering!! (and for dealing with my unprompted essay lol)

YASHNA i could not for the life of me remember their names lmfao -- and yeah like as far as she knows shes a random stranger and she's demanding traumatic memories and answer from literally a guy at a coffeeshop like 😭😭 please he just spent all day frantically searching for his daughter maybe find him a therapist instead

for me her being drawn to him made sense in like a, the dog recognizing the kid and him, the fact that they didnt stray from their life paths after the accident, like if they were married they would be in the same place not just because they were together but because their lives just played out like that. but i can see how you see it (im a hopeless romantic too so i want this more than the analytical way) and especially with how much trauma yashna went through and only found comfort in viraj, so even without conscious memory her subconscious would still find comfort in him..................... anon i am subscribing to your beliefs

I KNOWWWWWW LIKE PLEASE 7CUPS IS FREEEEE!!!!!!!!! if i was in that movie i would be getting my degree in psychiatry specifically for them. on god we are getting your mental health above the ground bro

yesssssssssssssss, nani has such a Father Face in a way i cannot explain so its for me specifically that he's playing more now that he's older. if i wasnt in love with him i'd ask him to adopt me (and tbh. he's more than old enough to.)

jersey was so sad, i still tear up when i listen to the songs :(((( its a movie i definitely want to watch again when my emotional capacity is more stable lmaoo

no worries at all, i loooooove essay asks like we r having an intellectual conversation in this chilis tonight 🙏🏽🙏🏽 i will literally never be annoyed im like omg friend :]

#love youu<333 #asks #desiposting #the tree speaks #ily anon

[tehohaews]

In the past, I had never called any place my home. Because all the forests were like home to me. Until I came to this village. This is where I can truly call home.

↳  Atotsweek 2021 Day 7: Pha Pun Dao  (for @systoles-lfc​ )

#atots #a tale of thousand stars #1000 stars #phutian #asianlgbtqdramas #earthmix #earth pirapat #mix sahaphap #gifs #for my beloved nani nads #but also my co organizer for the week #thank you so much this would've never happened if it wasnt for you #thank you for your contribution to the fandom every week #you really keep this fandom alive and i appreciate you sm for it #but also for being a wonderful person and a great friend #and ik how busy you are but you worked so hard for this event im just so so so grateful to have had you by my side #thank you again #ALSO LMAO YES THE HORNBILLS #I DID THAT ON PURPOSE #atotsweek2021

[neverbeasaint]

Could I request a female reader x vi where after the building blew up and the reader join Silco with powder/jinx.

that's such an interesting scenario, thank you for the request || fem!reader

Vi's s.o joined Silco

vi was dead

you knew it

she never would've left powder

you hoped she never would've left you either

so when you woke up at this weird and dramatic man's lair, who said he was going to take care of you now

what else could you have done?

many times you thought about running away, but you couldn't leave powder

the girl had imprinted on silco like only a desperate kid could

and she was all you had left. vi was dead. and vander and mylo and clogger.

you couldnt risk bringing attention to little man so you let him go and prayed he was okay wherever he was

and you stayed

and you put up with everything. the shimmer, the killings, jinx

to a certain extent you were grateful to silco for not killing you when he could have had

being under his wing made you stronger, made you a fighter, a survivor

and then she came back

seeing vi again was like hitting your head too hard

for a moment you thought maybe you had finally broken and began hallucinating

and then you felt strong arms surround you in the world's tightest hug and all you could see was pink

and it was just like when you were just kids stealing hidden kisses behind the counter at the last drop

your brain kicked in and you clung to her

"fuck, fuck, fuck. vi? vi?!"

"it's me, sweetheart" and she apologized over and over again

you could feel tears falling down your face and you knew from your wet neck that she was also crying

"holy shit"

she laughed and let you go so she could cradle your face between her hands, foreheads touching

"what the hell happened?" you whispered "I though you were dead, vi, i–"

she interrupted you with a kiss

"fuck, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, love. the enforcers got to me, they threw me in stillwater"

you kissed her again, anger flaring up in your chest

it's always piltover

"we need to get out of here" you said "we can't let silco know you're back"

"he has powder doesn't he? what happened to you?"

"we... it's a long story. I promise to tell you everything later."

you could see vi wasnt happy with this but there wasnt really much else she could do. she was never patient

but she was back

she was back

and that's all that mattered

you could deal with anything else if it meant having her again

#arcane x reader #arcane #vi x reader #im actually really happy with this one

[freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist]

🎰🍷dancing with him at a ball🍷🎰

🍷☾︎𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐌𝐏 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫☽︎🍷

Art by: Inozuart

Go and check out their speed paint they did of this beautiful art on youtube!

🍷☾︎𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐫, 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲🍷

𝐀/𝐍: Highkey simping over the TNT duo right now, ngl. Quackity is just getting better and better- Definitely gonna do these prompts with Ranboo, Tubbo and Tommy. I just think that it would be really cute to dance with them at a ball lol

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                             ☠︎︎☾︎ʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴇʙᴜʀ☽︎☠︎︎

To say it was strange to see Wilbur Soot standing near a bar and drinking a glass full of blood-red wine would be a complete understatement.

(Y/n) had never spoken to him fully before, they more so made a lot of conversation they could build off of but neither decided to go through with it. (Y/n) hung around Alex, George, Sapnap and Karl more so than the rest of the SMP.

Hence why she was forced to go to this god forbidden ball.

She sat at a stool near the corner of the huge ballroom, her body wrapped in a tight and mildly uncomfortable maroon coloured dress.

'End me.' She thought mindlessly as she took another large swig of tequila, watching everyone dance around and laugh with eachother.

George, Sapnap and Karl weren't invited to the ball, she noted.

She had heard that they weren't on good terms with Quackity as of late, and he was the one who threw this ball.

She may have been lonely at this ball, but she felt as though eyes were on her at all times. It was weird. Very weird.

Every once in a while, her eyes would land on Wilbur's tall form. He seemed lonely as well, a bored and unamused expression on his stitched face.

His eyes were kept still on Tommy who was dancing around with Tubbo and Ranboo, who both had large grins on their faces.

(Y/n) found it cute that even after dying and coming back, Wilbur still held a sort of fondness towards Tommy.

She doesn't blame him, Tommy was a good kid.

A kid that's been through too much.

The girl frowned deeply and took another shot of tequila. And just like that, the eyes were on her again. Her eyes shot from her tequila that she was swirling to Wilbur, eyes widening slightly when they met with his harsh brown eyes.

He kept eye contact, eyebrows raising slightly at her in interest before he sent her a small smile, a fake one. (Y/n) could tell it was fake from a mile away. It was one of those smiles that you give strangers as they walk passed you on a sidewalk.

Huffing out a condescending chuckle, the girl rolled her eyes at him and shook her head, drinking the last of her tequila and went back to watching everyone dance.

The action clearly stirred more curosity within him, because all of a sudden he felt himself walk over to her with a wine bottle in hand and two wine glasses in the other.

(Y/n) was snapped from her daze when she heard someone clear their throat from beside her. Her head snapped up and met with his dead-cold eyes again.

There was silence before she spoke up, her tone sharp yet inviting," Can I help you, sir?" She spoke mockingly, eyebrow raised.

Eyes swirling with amusment, the man tilted his head to the side, his white tuft of hair following with the motion along with the rest of his curly, brown locks." Mind if I sit here, ma'am?" He replied with a smiliar mocking undertone to his voice.

Clicking her tongue a little, she nodded her head to the chair on her left lazily," Knock yourself out." She droned out, frowning at the sight of her empty glass.

She was too lazy to go to the bar.

'Guess I'll die.' She thought.

"You a wine girl?" Wilbur hummed out curiously, hoping to God she'd say yes otherwise he brought another glass over for no reason and probably looked like a dumbass now-

"I'm an,' anything with alcohol in it' kind of girl." She reassured him.

'Thank fuck.' He hid his relief with sly smile," Ah, a woman after my own heart." He flirted, pouring out a glass of wine for both her and him.

She 'tched' and took the glass," You have a heart? Pfft." She grumbled, taking a long sip of the wine. The wine burned at the back of her throat before bursting into a wonderful grape flavour mixed with cherry." Mm.. Good wine."

"Very good wine." Wilbur nodded in agreement, a content look on his face.

A comfortble silence sat between them and they both decided to enjoy their wine in peace.

(Y/n) watched as Eret and Fundy joined in with Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo. They looked like good friends dancing together. Reminded the girl of how her friendship was with George, Sapnap, Karl and Alex.

Now? It's just her.

She tried to keep the friendship from falling apart, but then Kinoko Kingdom happened and everything went to utter shit.

Las Nevadas, it was wonderful. Paradise. But it wasn't for (Y/n).

So when Quackity had asked if she wanted to join him, she refused respectfully but still said she was willing to help him with whatever he needed at all.

He was flattered, but disappointed at how she had decided against joining Las Nevadas.

She always wonders how her life would've turned out if she had accepted the invite.

"You want to dance?" The question was sudden.

When she looked up at him to see if he was joking, she was surprised to see how serious yet calm his expression was.

Raising an eyebrow, she swirled the wine in her glass and crossed her legs over one another," I'm not very good at dancing."

"And you think I am?"

She gave him a confused look," Aren't you? You look like the kinda guy that would be brilliant at ballroom dancing." She hummed out.

He chuckled raspily, eyes soft," I'm flattered, but trust me, I'm no better at dancing than Tommy." He assured her.

She looked him up and down, unconvinced before she sighed a little, giving in. She was too tired to argue at this point.

She stood up from her chair abruptly, even surprising Wilbur at the fact she had agreed. Giving him a stern yet soft look, she nodded," Let's dance then, Frankenstein."

Then she made her way to the dance floor, making Wilbur scramble from his chair with an eager grin.

They stood facing eachother before Wilbur held his hand to her, a grin tilting onto his lips," May I compliment you on your appearance this evening? You are among the brightest of flowers." He spoke with suave.

The girl blushed and she took his hand quickly, squeezing it a little." No need to flatter me, Wilbur. I am very well aware my dress is rather ugly this evening." She grumbled out grouchily.

He stared directly into her eyes,"Your dress? I hadn't noticed it." He said smoothly, his eyes never left hers," I'm sure it looks amazing on you."

The music began, saving (Y/n) from having to answer. The hand on her waist was firm and soft, almost like it was keeping her safe.

They stepped in line with eachother, (Y/n) messed up every once in a while and managed to step on her own feet and Wilbur's the first couple of minutes before she finally got into the swing of things.

Glaring up at him, she pouted," You liar."

He grinned cheekily at her," Hm? I don't believe I know what you're talking about."

" Whatever you say, Mr. I'm worse than Tommy at dancing." She rolled her eyes.

"I never said I was worse than him. Honestly, anyone can be better than him at dancing. Let's face it."

For the first time that whole night, a small and genuine smile broke out across the girl's lips. Wilbur was enamoured by how her whole face lit up just by the slight tilt of her lips.

She looked beautiful.

"Leave Tommy alone, the kid tries his best." She smiled out.

"He does." He nodded earnestly, a little smile on his lips," I don't deserve him."

"You don't." (Y/n) spoke rather bluntly, but she still had a soft smile on her lips as she spoke her next words," but as much as he doesn't want to admit it, the kid needs you a lot. You're his big brother." She looked at the blonde-haired teen who was laughing at Ranboo who had spilled juice over Tubbo by accident. Her smile widened and her eyes were warm,"... you might just be the luckiest man in the world."

His breath was stolen from him at her words, and he couldnt help but agree with her due to the current circumstances.".... yeah... you could say that."

He held her closer to him by the waist, holding her other hand tightly and securly." So... Where did you learn to dance, Frankenstein?" She teased him, eyes bright with mischief.

A little laugh slipped through his lips," is this the nickname you'll be sticking to now?"

"You know it."

"Oh, great." He sighed out half-disappointedly before he decided to answer her question." When I was younger, my mother used to give me a lot of dance lessons with Technoblade. I requested them because I wanted to learn how to dance for this mermaid girl I had come to befriend."

"Oooh~" the girl raised her eyebrows suggestively," You're pretty romantic when you want to be, you know that?"

He shrugged, cheeks tinted a light pink that was barely noticable," the first time I'm hearing this." He admitted.

"Well... Frankenstein, you're pretty goddamn romantic when you want to be."

He grinned slyly," so you find me romantic, huh? Is that a sign for anything in particular, orrr?..."

The girl snorted a little," Hm? I don't believe I know what you're talking about." She repeated his own words.

He laughed," Touché, touché. You win this round."

Soon, the dance came to an end and the two were left still in eachother's arms, staring at eachother with enamoured looks on their faces.

Then the girl smiled at him," it wouldn't be bold of me to ask for another dance... Would it?" She requested, hope swirling in her gemstone-like irises.

"Not at all," A genuinely happy and charmed grin curled on his lips at her words and he held her body still," thought you would never ask, (Y/n)."

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⚠︎🎰 ༄𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲༄🎰⚠︎

(Y/n) hadn't intended to be attending Quackity's party, in fact, she wasn't supposed to be attending.

She wasnt invited.

Supposing this is what she gets for not going along with Alex's whole 'Las Nevadas' gig. She prompted to stay with her friends in Kinoko Kingdom instead, thinking that Quackity wouldve done the same.

But she thought wrong.

So, so incredibly wrong.

You see, have you ever felt the feeling whenever you grow so incredibly close to someone to the point where you think you know them better than anyone else? That's how (Y/n) had felt with Alex. She was so sure that he wouldve chosen her and his friends over some nation that seemed to be setting itself up as a land of secrets and mystery.

From what she's heard, Quackity only grew all the more mysterious and distant.

He was so distant.

(Y/n) couldnt remember the last time she had seen him. The last time she's had a decent conversation.

The last time her heart fluttered around him.

She missed him, truly she did. Sometimes she debated abandoning Kinoko Kingdom in favour of running into Alex's oh-so-welcoming arms.

But her morals told her otherwise. She chose, for once in her life, to not follow her heart. But now, here she was, completely going against what her close friends had told her not to do.

She was being drawn to him again.

Using her heart to make important decisions.

And as she opened the large doors to the ballroom, all time seemed to freeze around her. Eyes shot towards her in curiosity, some with joy at being able to see her again and some with malice.

Alex was no different to the latter.

As soon as his dark eyes had met with her ethereal gemstone-like ones, he felt a buzz of electricity travel up his spine.

He couldnt diferientiate between the feeling of anger and slight awe at her beauty.

The girl fumbled with her fingers awkwardly before she sent him a shy wave, her smile soft-yet panicked as her eyes scanned over his new features.

He looked so different.

And she couldn't tell if it was the good kind of different or not.

At her shy wave, Alex cleared his throat and nodded respectfully as a goodbye to who he was talking to, which thankfully was Sam, and then he began making his way over to (Y/n).

A scowl curled onto his lips, his eyes darker than ever.

The eyes that made her feel warm and safe now froze her down to her very core.

When he was right up to her face, standing in front of her, that's when she knew--

This wasn't the Alex she had fallen in love with.

"What the hell are you doing here..." he muttered lowly to her, he grabbed her bare arm tightly- but it wasnt tight enough to hurt her, surprisingly. Then he dragged her to the exit, shoving her rather roughly outside, shitting the door behind him.

"We-well I-... If I-I'm being completely honest, I didnt exactly have a plan to come here, I just really wanted to see y-" he interrupted her.

"You didnt have a plan?? (Y/n)-- What the actual fuck makes you think I'd ever want you here?!" He was furious, eyes burning a bright fire, a fire even Sapnap couldnt withstand. " I actually cant believe you thought coming here would be a good idea. Are you actually as dumb as you were when we were still talking to eachother? You havent fucking changed."

She flinched at his harsh words but she covered up how hurt she was," Well- if you would let me explain myself, then maybe you'd understand why I'm here."

The casino owner took off his beanie, running a hand through his messy raven locks in frustration before he settled the hat back on his head," Make this damn quick. Because, in case you havent noticed, I have guests to entertain."

Gulping, the girl but her lip nervously out of habit," I know... I know I'm the last person you want to see. I know you hate my guts. But... Alex, I genuinely miss you." She spoke sincerely, eyes glassy beneath the moonlight," when I heard you were throwing this party... I couldnt help myself. I needed to see you... to hear you... to talk. God-- Just listening to you makes me so happy already." Her lip trembled," So please... let me hear you... let me see you. I'm begging... can we please talk?"

Brushing off the rush of heat that crossed his tanned cheeks, Alex looked away from her stubbornly.

He didnt want to give in easily.

But when it came to her, he was always put under a spell.

"Lo que sea.... fine." He sighed out, running a hand over his face in irritation, wincing whenever his fingers brushed over his scar." Come sit over here." He gestured to a bench that sat next to a long river that went off into the ocean, the moon reflected off of the clear water as did the stars.

The two sat next to eachother, the gap between them representing how distant they are from eachother.

"So? Talk." He prompted her, leaning back into the bench rather lazily, looking up at the sky.

Cheeks warming with happiness, she couldnt help but smile at finally being able to talk to him after so long," Thank you so much... I've been wanting to talk to you for so long after everything that happen-... What happened to your eye?" She whispered, suddenly noticing the long scar that ran over his eye and eyelid and then down to his lips.

"Oh yeah- you werent here for that," he jabbed at her," This was all Techno's doing." He gestured all over." Sorry that I'm not the perfect guy that you used to be friends with anymore."

She knew he wasnt sorry.

In fact, she knew that with his new self, he was a lot more confident.

Free.

She liked that.

Smiling at him, she shook her head," dont be silly. If this change makes you happy, then I'm happy."

His heart thumped harshly, making him clear his throat to cover up the noise in case she had heard his loud heart.

"I was just worried but... it looks kind of good on you-- err... not in a weird way or anything." She tried to cover up her slip-up," Anyways... that's not what I came here to talk abou-"

"Do you wanna dance?"

The girl's eyes widened at the sudden suggestion, gazing over Alex's features with shock. His tanned cheeks were red and he was avoiding all eye contact, eyebrows furrowed.

"... come again?" She stuttered out, her throat felt like it was closing up.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes," I asked if you wanted to dance."

The girl's heart did flips in her ribcage as her eyes fluttered,"I-... I would love to." She nodded, wobbly smile on her painted lips.

The man stood from the bench and held a hand out to her, trying his best to not smile when she eagerly grabbed it, stars in her eyes.

He moved her soft hand to his neck, making it rest there, (Y/n) then moved her other arm to wrap around his neck as well. Alex then settled his calloused hands on her pretty waist, pulling her body close to him.

He was afraid she would slip away from him again.

In truth, he had missed a hell of a lot as well, maybe even more so than she missed him.

He always debated visiting her or arranging to meet up with her, but his plans always got in the way and blurred his desire for her.

But seeing her tonight, all dressed up for him, it made him want to fall in love with her all over again.

The two swung side to side, the faint music from the ballroom guiding the two of them. Quackity rested his chin on top of her head as the girl turned her head to the side, resting her ear against his chest and listening to his thumping heartbeat.

"You look amazing." He muttered to her.

"You too... well... yeah, no you look amazing."

He chuckled lightly," why'd you hesitate?"

"Well... I wanted to think of a better word for amazing but my heart is beating too loudly for me to think properly..." she admitted.

At her heartfelt confession, Alex felt himself smile warmly for once in a long time.

He felt like a teenager in love again.

"Yeah... I feel that too." He muttered, inhaling the scent of her vanilla shampoo, biting off the dreamy sigh that threatened to spill from his lips." (Y/n)... why didnt you join me? "

The dreaded question.

"If I'm being honest... I thought you wouldve joined Kinoko Kingdom with me."

Quackity's heart clenched at the thought.

So she felt just as betrayed as he did, that makes sense to him now.

"I debated going to join Las Nevadas everyday, but I knew that meant leaving George, Sap and Karl and I felt so conflicted and just... horrible." She mumbled, feeling her eyes beginning to water," It was hard, Alex.... I wanted to see you so so bad... But I also wanted to be a good friend... I felt like I was the bad guy either way, and I just wanted to make both parties happy.... I hated being away from you... God... I hated it so much." She sniffled, making Alex pull her closer to him," seeing you now... you dont understand how happy it makes me feel..."

The man sighed a little and kissed leaned away from her, cupping her cheek and then moving it so she was face him. He tilted her head up a little so he could see her teary eyes, feeling his heart call out to her to comfort her.

He ran a thumb over her cheek, wiping away the mascara and tears and when she blinked up at him innocently, he couldnt stop himself from smiling down at her reassuringly.

"I wanted to see you so much as well... I felt my heart ache every night to see you..." he began, pressing his forehead against hers," I'm sorry for treating you like shit... you deserve so much damn better... (Y/n), I'm begging. Please stay with me, will you?"

Her breath hitched.

"Stay by my side... please?"

Her heart stopped.

"I want to be with you all the time."

Her tears stopped falling.

"I love you."

And she smiled, wider than she ever has.

"I've been waiting so long to hear that..." She whispered to him," I love you too, Alex."

He grinned down at her crookedly," Deadass?"

"On god."

"Fuck- I'm not dreaming, right?" He then had a mischievous glint twinkle in his dark eyes," Maybe you should kiss me to seal the deal?"

She snorted," you're asking me to initiate it? Dont you think you're moving a bit fast, lover boy?"

"I think you're moving too slow and that you talk too much." He stated simply before he leaned down, capturing her soft lips in a messy kiss, their lips molding together as soon as they came in contact.

It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.

His hands flattened against her back... and she was up on the tips of her toes, kissing him as fiercely as he was kissing her... He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud...

And as her lips rubbed against his chapped ones, she knew her life was set with his, nobody else.

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