#tired of being straight up abandoned lmao

[hyunnie04]

crown prince! bang chan x reader, fluff, royal au | m.list

wc: 1.1k words

a/n: dipping my toes into writing something a little out of my comfort zone! this is also lightly (heavily lmao) inspired by one of my fave games fe3h and it's support conversations.. 👉👈

you had no idea what chan might’ve wanted from you when he had invited you out for a cup of tea on the courtyard. it was unlike him to host such frivolous activities like tea parties out of the blue since he was quite busy these days, dealing with his royal duties and what not.

you haven't really crossed paths with him since your academy days and even now, you only ever caught glimpses of him here and there because of your parents' business involving relation matters, so the sudden invitation came as a surprise.

the said academy was for royals and nobles alike, shaping them up to be the future leaders for the next generation. it was how you both came to know each other. chan is the crown prince of the kingdom up in the frigid north, revered to be one of the strongest knights the kingdom has ever seen. polite, charming, not to mention extremely good looking as well.

you however, is just the eldest child of your family. house l/n had strong ties with the kingdom, your parents being close with several affluent families and being valuable members of the kingdom’s council.

"here we are." felix, his right hand man and closest friend, had stopped in front of the cobbled steps, leading down to the beautiful courtyard before sending you a grin. you thank him earnestly, giving him a smile back.

from a distance, you could see chan sitting quietly in the meadows, the lush grass and flowers crowding at his feet, cupping his chin in thought as the wind lightly blows through his hair.

he looks serene compared to the stressed look he adorns whenever you see him hunched over the castle’s conference room, going over his army’s battle tactics.

you bowed upon reaching his presence, the sunlight illuminating his handsome face. “thank you for inviting me, your highness.” chan stands right up, a slight shock on his face before swiftly recovering.

"i told you before, y/n. there's no need for formalities, just chan is fine." he sends you a warm smile and pulls out a chair for you.

the spread before you was amazing. tons of decadent pastries and cookies were laid in a dessert tier, making your mouth water in anticipation. 

“please, help yourself to some tea.” he takes the beautifully painted porcelain pot, pouring some of the aromatic tea in your cup. the steam from it flows up to the air, filling the table in it's light and refreshing scent. the atmosphere starts to dwindle into quietness, the breeze and wildlife surrounding you filling in it's silence.

"...was there something you'd like to talk about?" you cock your head to the side. he looks a little flustered, but ultimately nods. 

"-yes, actually." chan sighs out while he traces the rim of his tea cup, evading your curious eyes.

"did...your parents ever bother you about marriages?" he slowly manages to get out, stumbling through the sentence.

the tea cup you held in your hand freezes in place. now that he had mentioned it, your father and mother always brought up the idea of marrying. they were always pestering you, wondering when their only child was going to settle down. they stopped one day however, just like that. you wondered if your years of rejecting the idea itself had worked or they simply got tired. but you wondered what brought this on? were his parents arranging him with someone?   

"forgive me, i do not mean to be so straight forward." chan coughs into his hand, noticing the lack of reply and turned his head away in slight embarrassment.

"it's alright." you place your cup down on its saucer, secretly admiring how the tips of his ears redden so quickly. "but now that you've brought it up, yes i have."

"i see," the tea was abandoned now, left to cool in the summer shade. “i’ve heard my father speak about an arranged engagement for me a few years ago.”

you politely nod, urging him to continue. now you’re curiosity is piqued. although, you’re not entirely sure why he had come to talk to you about this, plenty of your shared friends and acquaintances had gotten proposals and arrangements.

“that was back then, however. my father got tired of me refusing to settle down and dropped it all together." you rest your chin on your palm, his words strikingly familiar.

“he never told me the specifics but i’m pretty sure he was talking about you.”

something between a choke and a sputter left your lips, “what?”

“it’s true.” he says it as if it wasn’t earth shattering news for you. "father wanted me to marry the heir to house l/n."

you could only gape at him akin to a fish, not knowing how to digest the information given to you. 

"truthfully, i didn't know you well back then, that's why i declined." chan shifts in his seat, unfolding his legs and turning fully to you. so that was why they had stopped. "but i would have been happy to accept it now, if i had known it was you.” 

an intense heat started to creep up your neck upon his confession, a rosy hue dusting your cheeks and tinting your ears impossibly red.

“you mean-” chan nods at your conclusion and smiles, his eyes crinkling in amusement. he would have accepted?

“i don’t think we would have been close if we were married.” you say whilst scooping up a spoonful of cake, distracting yourself from the violent wave of emotions you felt. it was contradictory, but chan seemed to hum in agreement.

“i think you’re right. i’m glad we met this way though.”he sucks in a breath- a cute habit of his that you have observed even back then. 

chan then asks you in a soft voice, staring deep into your eyes. “we can start over if you’d like.”

“i’d like to get to know you.”

you lean your elbows on the table, the wind flowing gracefully through your hair as you muster out a grin. "i would like that."

the rest of the afternoon was spent comfortably in each other’s presence, finally eating the sweets laid before you two while catching up.

“t’was such a pleasure.” chan offered his hand for you to hold when it was time to retire back inside, placing a chaste kiss on the ridge of your knuckles. 

“my, my. you flatter me.” you chuckle, covering your mouth.

from the corner of your vision, you could faintly make out felix in the grassy meadow, sitting down in what seems to be his own table and sipping his own tea. he sends a cheery thumbs up upon seeing you and chan glance at him. chan’s face reddens, hiding sheepishly in his hands as you laugh.

#bang chan x reader #bang chan fluff #skz scenarios #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids x you #skz fluff #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fluff #skz imagines

[bowieandqueen11]

Small Spoon / Joel Miller Imagine

Request: sis i am a simple woman

i saw small spoon joel and now i need a fanfic

GIRL I got you I got you @aninnai​

Also sorry in advance I mixed a bit of what happens in the game with what happens in the show for fun lmao​

If you enjoy, please comment and let me know! It really helps so much :)

Warning: strong language, mentions of explosions and injuries/blood, mentions of drugs and alcohol, mentions of guns and a little nsfw!

(I do not own the Last of Us or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @lousolversons.)

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Like the Boston quarantine zone, the apartment was draped in darkness by the time you slammed the door shut.

It had been a disappointing day all round: first Robert steals your guns and pills and decides for extra fun to jump you on your way back home, then queen Firefly herself decides that during your excursion through the other side of town’s checkpoint is the perfect time to bomb the place. You spent half the time trudging back along the side streets picking shrapnel out of your bleeding shoulder, and the other half waving off some straggler friends who were concerned about the new bust over your lip.

‘Robert. It was that goddamn Robert again’, you’d say and wave them all off back to their card games or their street sweeping duties. A few raised eyebrows or wolf whistles as they turned, but everyone knew that with Joel and you still together, it wasn’t you they should be worried about. It should be the fury in Joel’s eyes as soon as he found out a hair on your head had been harmed; it was the warpath, the ravage, the raging heart flinging and panging against the bars of its cage that would bring the whole state to its knees with its laceration.

The docks could wait till tomorrow. To be honest, at the moment, you were that tired you couldn’t really care less about your new lot of lost cargo. All you wanted to do right now was to kick off your muddy boots, crawl yourself into bed, and splat your face straight into the warm, broad expanse of the man that would be waiting there to lie beside you.

Speaking of, Joel had promised he would try and wait up for your return. By the way you shouldered your splintered apartment door, pushing with all your force until the creaking hinges finally gave in and swung open to the familiar musty smell of your shared room, you could already tell he hadn’t managed it. Instead of a pistol to your face in the case of you being a stranger, or one of Robert’s men, or even some half-hearted grumbles of salutations from the man who should have been hunched over the table trying to fix the new dent in his pistol, you were greeted with slain silence.

As you kick the stack of training manuals by the kitchen counter out of the way, the train of events before your arrival back home became even more crystal clear. By the half-thrown chipped tumbler and the fractured looking pill bottle left abandoned on the dining table, it wouldn’t even take FEDRA’s soldiers two guesses to find out how well his day had gone too.

You tiptoe around the side of the bed and squint, barely able to make out the gentle rise and fall of the sleeping man’s chest through the broken slants of the shades. Bless his heart, even in his sleep the crinkles in his forehead are as deep as the currents of the Allegheny River. He must be having a nightmare, from the way his mouth keeps fumbling and his fist squeezing into the frayed edge of his pillow. Even the vapours of moonlight that slanted in through the cragged skyline, the sharp pelts of spotlights that skim from time to time through your bedroom window like phantom shadows couldn’t soften the man’s haggard face. 

With a sigh, you press the back of your hand fondly over the scruff of his cheek, trying not to wake him as you lean down to press a quick kiss against the creases on his forehead. No amount of light seemed to be able to crack through this man’s walls; no peace, little hope, and even less optimism, and still his fingers move out across the bed to try and reach yours as if on some invisible tide.

The gesture is small, but coming from Joel Miller it meant everything. It isn’t much, but you were the first person in twenty goddamn years he was willing to offer the remains of himself, his heart up to. So far, you hadn’t let him down; if you did, the both of you knew that he would regress even back further into himself, warping back into the shadow of a man he had been all those years ago when Tommy first left. When he left behind nothing but repressed rage and grief and a loathing so inflamed it could have scared a clicker stiff. At himself, at his brother, at the world - you could never tell. But you understood one thing for sure: Joel Miller wouldn’t be able to survive another loss. It would destroy him, change him too far beyond recognition that even he couldn’t come back from it.

You could tell from his dreams, that in the end, that’s what he thinks he deserves. And yet he always still reaches out, in one way or the other. ‘That’, you think as you let your hand fall from his face and flop it back down towards your lap ‘is the part of him that Sarah managed to get. That sweetness is just begging to be let out.’

You smile as you stand up and stretch, taking in a needed deep breath after the day you’d had. The same day you’d had for the last ten years, over and over again. And yet it was worth it, as you paced over the creaking floorboards and headed over to your side of the mattress, if it always ended like this: with comfort, stability, and a beating heart beside you.

‘Scootch.’

Only an incomprehensible murmur and two barely blubbering lips were your sign that Joel had even recognised what you were saying, but after a groan he obliged and shuffled his body over to the right. It left you ample of opportunity to slide in stealthily behind him, Joel already lifting his arm up in anticipation for the feel of your fingers over the side of his jean shirt.

For his sake, you pretend that neither of you notice the tremble that rushes like shooting spores straight down the muscles of his body. Instead, you relish in just languidly letting your fingers float like fireflies over the side of his hip; you spread them out, dancing through the coarse light just before you reach the bone. You scratch against the material, letting it ride up until your fingernail comes in contact with his flushing skin. Teasingly, you grab at the meat of his hip and enjoy the way he puffs out, unconsciously pushing himself back against you. You trace your fingers further forward, inch by inch, tracing the inseam of his jeans...and then suddenly stop. You only start again when he gives a hoarse groan in warning: one that reverberates through his back and makes your breath hitch as it grumbles against your chest.

You press yourself flush against him, giving in and properly wrapping your arm round his waist until your hand reaches his stomach. Finding his bellybutton, you give it a little poke which earns you a kick back from his leg in retaliation, but you can hear the light chuckle he admits despite himself.

‘Late night again, huh?’, he mumbles out. His pursed lips are half open and don’t rise from the pillow. As he lethargically blinks a couple of times, he pretends it’s because he’s too tired too move. He knows deep down in the pit of his stomach, though, that you’re too astute that let that lie fly over your head. You know the man too well, and you know damn rightly that he’s enjoying the feeling of your face smooshing itself into that little soft dip to the side of his shoulder blades. He’s just far too stubborn to ever admit it. But even so, Joel Miller’s silence speaks wonders.

‘Oh, same old same old. Robert’s being a little asshole again.’

‘Oh he is now, is he?’, he turns his head, making as if he’s trying to get up but your quick to push him back down again.

‘He and his little gang of morons can wait until tomorrow. I, on the other hand, am freezing cold. And you, Joel Miller’, you squeeze your arms into a vice around him and lift your legs up to slide in between his knees. They rest heavily, tangling against your own, and the weight is the most wonderous thing you’ve felt all day. ‘You are the best source of heat in all the damn zones put together.’

He lets his elbow rest comfortably on top of your own despite your words, so used to the back and forth between the two of you by now that they just wash over him. In fact, when he feels your forehead bump against the small litter of freckles you know line the left side of his shoulder, that spread of constellations running from the dip of his neck down his left shoulder blade, he even chuckles.

You feel his hand slide down from where it was resting under the cup of his chin to entangle with your fingers. He tugs them in to the heat radiating from his chest, and you take the opportunity to scratch out against the loose buttons of his shirt.

‘You just keeping me ‘round ‘cause of that? If I’m so damn warm, maybe I should go and donate all your jackets to FEDRA.’

You press a kiss against the tightened denim of his arched back and smirk.

‘Yeah, well maybe I should start selling you out for some ration cards. Five of them cards for a ten minute hug with Joel sounds like a pretty easy business to me.’

‘As long as I get 50%.’

‘25% and you’ve got yourself a deal.’

In a surprisingly tender move, Joel brings your intertwined hands up and presses an unhurried kiss to the back of your knuckles.

‘Hmph, we’ll negotiate in the morning. Maybe I’ll make it so you’re my only customer, and then I get the best of both worlds. Hugs and ration cards.’

He says the last part with a sarcastic intonation, but even he can’t stop the helplessly hoping sigh that whistles through his teeth. He shuffles back against you and closes his eyes against the creeping crimson threads of sunrise that begin to shoot out from behind the alleyway corners.

‘How about now, we just settle for hugs. I have no doubt you’ll manage to get Robert’s ration cards tomorrow as well.’

‘Back to business, huh? Sure thing boss.’

You manage to get enough momentum to hit his belly with your hands. He pretends to double over, pushing against you a little too hard and nearly thrusting your abdomen backwards and straight out onto the floor. You manage to grab onto his biceps, though, and clamber back up safely against him. He pulls you tighter, using his free hand to draw circles over your forearm. Once you’ve both settled down on the mattress again, you take a final yawn and settle your chin down on his shoulder.

‘Good night Joel.’

He hums. ‘Night, night, sweetheart.’

As consciousness began to ebb, your mind going into free fall, swirling with the beautiful chaos of oblivion, you could just about make out the hoarse whisper of Joel against his pillow. His voice cragged with the effort, with the heaviness of it, with the consequence of it, yet every word managed to ring out true. It was the most genuine, honest sentence Joel Miller had dared to speak since his baby girl had died, and he was petrified by the choice he was making.

But by god, if it was a choice, if it was a chance that he had to take.

‘I love you.’

#the last of us #joel miller #tlou #joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #the last of us imagine #tlou imagine #tlou hbo #the last of us hbo #joel miller fluff #joel miller angst #joel tlou #joel the last of us #x reader

[sickuma]

SILLAGE — a Simon Riley fic. 1/2

❱ This is the au i wrote on tiktok captioned "he realized he wanted to stay too late" this will have two parts! I've been making a lot of ghost fics lately LMAO and I'm sorry if the plots are consistently angst, it's what I like doing the most. This one though is a little heavier than most of what I've written, definitely has some personal linking to it with my experience :)

ꜝ？ Warning. . this is a heavy angst fic, mentions of suicide and acts of committing, if that is something that triggers bad emotions, please exit the fic.

paring is Ghost x Reader this is unedited! mistakes such as spelling and grammatical errors are to be expected !

! if you are going through something heavy right now, please seek someone you trust and you are able to talk to about your emotions, nobody should have to go through their troubles alone, you're loved<3 My messages are open if you need a stranger to listen :)

Part 2 (^_^;)

SILLAGE — (n.) The scent that lingers in air, the trail left in water, the impression made in space after something or someone has been and gone; the trace of someones perfume.

"The deployment takes place soon."

He mumbles, without turning to face you. Occupied by packing up the things he'll need for this mission and more,

He was packing everything.

"Do not wait for me [name]."

"What does that mean?" You ask, a look of indifference plastered on your face. It wasn't necessarily the first time this conversation has been held. 

Though it is the first time you're not opposing. For the entirety of that 7 months you're together, fights happened, arguments would sprung. Yet you find yourselves back into each other's arms within a week,

It was a tiring cycle. Something you knew was unhealthy for the both of you, especially with your deteriorating well-being which he has no waking idea about. You've never brought light to it.

It was an ugly part of you, something you despised.

Something you won't ever show him yourself.

With a short sigh, he stood straight, hands propped on his forehead indicating his rising stress. "I can't, we can't."

"I can't let this go on longer.

You kept quiet, awaiting for him to speak more, to tell more of his worries you're evidently familiar with. It was something you've grown aware of,

His fear of abandoning you,

His fear of dying on the field while you wait aimlessly for him.

"This is for the better [name]." Cowardly, is what you would have described this. But you are in no place to be speaking of such as you're also deep into your own hell of mental instability.

For a lot of times this argument has happened, it was the first time you are not tearing up. Asking him to stop spewing nonsense and convincing him to stay.

Why did you keep doing that? You wondered. Now you finally have the answer. 

It's the fear,

Fear of your darkness once he's far from you, far from your heart. He was completely unaware of how he'd changed you temporarily, how your sleeping heart awoke with just the sound of his voice.

For the longest time you have not felt anything close to what he made you feel; for the first time you are able to feel. And the thought of that suddenly being taken away from you made your body tremble.

But this time you stood firmly,

He was right. This can't go on forever,

You two may have different reasons for saying such but what mutual fact was that it was true. Staying with each other will only drive you to madness.

With his fear of attachment, and your fear of abandonment. It was bound to fail.

You were already planning on cutting ties even before he brought this up once again; you knew you can't stay. Not any longer,

Not when this void plagued you like a curse.

The air was thick and dire, your lack of response threw him over the edge. It was unpleasant. He had expected you to do the same, to react the same, to stop him.

To fight for him like you always have,

But you're no longer capable of doing that. If you can't fight for your own will to live, how does he expect you to fight for this wilting relationship?

You hated it. Feeling helpless.

But you're certain it's the right thing, tonight, you'll finally do it. Like you always planned.

"I see."

Simon felt conflicted, your short answers and your lack of expression, it gave him a strange gut feeling. This sudden gut decision to stay and make sure everything's okay,

He can't.

He needs to go, one way or another. He's doing this in regards to you, and the safety of your feelings.

If only he'd know you're incapable of feeling, without him you can't. Your gaze followed his walking figure as he brought his things at the door,

Turning to you with a pinched expression, though he was shocked to see you looking at him with a smile.

"Be safe."

You spoke ever so gently, with that slight smile he adored but for some reason it felt odd to see it. It troubled him, he shrugged it off, not wanting to drag this moment longer,

Afraid he'll give in and pull you into his arms.

He kept staring, as if he didn't wish to walk out the door. If he does, it means permanently, his heart was against that. "Can I hug you?"

"One last time?"

He was taken aback, stunned at your sudden request. And for a lot of reasons it hurt him, to hurt you in such a way you end up smiling in acceptance, asking him for one final hug.

With an anxious swallow, he dropped the bags and slowly drew closer to you. Pulling you close, perhaps too eagerly? Too desperately. But he didn't care. 

If its the final time he gets to have you in his embrace, he'll make the most of it. 

He lets the moment linger, with your hands clutching his shirt, he took you in. Taking your scent, the calm thumps of your heart, he needs all he can get.

With his eyes closed, he carefully rubs the back of your head when he suddenly felt warm on his chest,

It was tears,

Your tears. You were crying silently.

"[name]—" 

You interrupt him with a chuckle, pulling away from the hug to wipe your tears. 

"Sorry, it escaped." You humoured, wiping them away.

Right at that moment he felt his heart shatter, he felt cruel. On the other hand you felt fulfilled, with the final hug you wanted,

You can finally do it.

"I love you Si." You smiled once again, looking up at his towering figure. Though his expression remained stoic, almost softening as his thoughts dwelled with what his heart wants.

He shook his head, closing his eyes shut as he turned around to take his things. Twisting the knob in the process, stopping to spare you one last glance.

"I—" he almost said it but he stopped himself, he didn't want to make it any harder for himself, no matter how badly he wanted to say it.

"Goodbye [name]."

Those were the last words he spoke to you, as the sound of the door closing erupts in your ears. Leaving you in the eerie room you dreaded,

It's as if you could still feel his embrace.

Once you're sure he's far enough, it's when you started the preparation. Sitting down indifferently to write a few notes; letters to those few you held close.

One final regard of what you were too cowardly to say in person, a goodbye.

And so, you wrote.

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To Simon,

My Simon.

If you're reading this, I am gone.

Whether or not you find this letter, I can only hope you know how much I've loved you. That even without reading this, you're still aware of how much you made me feel.

Thank you, truly.

For the longest time I have struggled to feel, most times it would just be devoid of yearning; my yearn to view life as something worth living for. To no avail I never got that, the idea to keep living never shone bright to me, of course, until you showed up and brighten up my space with your own special way,

It took us quite a few to get along, we really did.

But when it happened, it was ethereal. Things felt right, for the first time I was able to feel,

For the first time I had this sudden urge to keep living, to keep living for you. To see you, to hear your voice, to be beside you. I'm afraid I've grown dependent on that,

As someone who has never felt love nor care, I had no sense of value for myself. Yet you looked at me, you told me you love me and believe me I was ecstatic.

I depended on you, you were my source of happiness and I owe you for every bit of happiness I've gotten from this unfortunate life so when we're apart i find myself remembering just how miserable i am, how my family is, how i am as a person and how hard it is for me to feel.

Without you I can't feel anything.

But that was unhealthy,

I was merely distracted. The void never left, it was there temporarily filled with what I convinced myself was a will to live. I'm sorry. I really am, I wish I could have been better. I wish I could have been stronger,

Braver, to see your achievements even if we're not together anymore. My heart remains yours. It's not your fault, it never will be. I'm sure that you know If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. 

I know I lack the ability to feel, but with you, I never lied. I never faked anything. My love for you is here and it's the only feeling I am able to recognize, I know that night you walked out of the door saying we are better off apart, for the safety of my feelings and for the sake of your growing attachment. I cried but I cried because I agreed.

I'm sorry for surrendering to my weakness,

But I can't keep it together; not any longer. I can only hope that you'll be glad to know that maybe I'm somewhere free from the void of my emotions. I'm somewhere better, freely able to feel. Please be proud, with you I felt so much and that will never change. It's me your [name] :) always will be.

Goodluck to the strongest lieutenant! Remember to keep him happy and healthy, take care of the person I cherish the most, okay? Wherever I am, I am somewhere carrying the short-lived love we had. Treasuring it forever,

Stay frosty yeah? Don't be like me. 

Until next time, lieutenant :)

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[lloydfrontera]

meh they made og!lloyd likeable and ksh!lloyd detestable in the webtoon and as if i would enjoy that when ksh!lloyd is the lloyd i like and the webtoon just keeps butchering him to a ugly face meme repetition. in the novel, og!lloyd keeps on complaining and blaming ksh!lloyd, the grim reaper scene removed og!lloyd's 'oh moment' of understanding that 'HE' was doesn't whi really didn't do anything but get angry at being in a tiny barony, that he decided to go to hell himself, after a year of seeing ksh!lloyd's action, also the novel keeps emphasizing ksh!lloyd's guilt at replacing og!lloyd which the webtoon just ignored all together, even removing when the demons get crushed and killed by the lava giant, which will later remove ksh!lloyd giving a monument to them which is another key character trait of ksh!lloyd, that he respects the dead, another thing that the webtoon removed ksh!lloyd's idea of using the centipede shells for railroad, also i wonder if webtoon!javier would still say they are at fault for being noisy to the lava giant when in the novel the lava giant killed thousands, nope just really tired of the direction the webtoon went on it was fun in the beginning but not anymore

YUP couldn't have put it better nonnie!

both ep 116 and 117 are guilty of this, but the latter really did make lloyd a lot more unlikable than he's supposed to be. and also that's kinda the problem with making og lloyd more sympathetic, more often than not you end up making everyone else look worse by comparison.

making him less of an asshole makes it look like everyone else was exaggerating by being afraid of him or despising him, but no!! they were totally justified with the way he acted! that's the point of his character!! he fucked up!! he fucked up so bad and so thoroughly he completely ruined every relationship he had and it took someone outright replacing him to repair the damage!! because he never would've done it himself! had he been left to his own devises he would've continued mistreating and abusing everyone around him and finally would've drank himself to death. it's no even speculation, that's literally what happened in the original novel!

lloyd knows this!! and he still feels guilty about replacing him! that's why he tried to help him! yes, part of it is because of his affection to arcos and marbella, but most of all comes from him feeling genuinely bad about taking his place! even tho he knows og lloyd would've died anyway!

it's,,, not good. when you make your protagonist more unlikable than he was in the original source. i cannot believe it has to be said at all but. that's not what an adaptation should do omg

also yes to your points about the lava giant! it wasn't just going to kill lloyd (something javier should've definitely be completely against anyway) but also it was completely decided to kill absolutely everyone. every single demon it came across. it wasn't just raising a reasonable complaint, it was on a killing rampage against people that had no real say on what was being done. javier would've never sympathized with that!

plus they completely changed that lloyd thought about abandoning the project in that area and going somewhere else to not disturb the giant and only started fighting and trying to run when he realized the lava giant wouldn't stop until it had killed everyone off. they just made him go straight into killing a creature that was trying to get rid of the noise he was creating. terrible choice i hated it lmao

for every good thing i have to say about the webcomic there's at least five bad things more i can talk about. but that's not fun for anyone so i keep most of them to myself. thank you for giving me a chance to let some of them out ashdksa

#hey i got an ask #Anonymous #tged #the greatest estate developer #lloyd frontera #og lloyd frontera #ep 116 #ep 117

[moondragon618]

I really want to talk about c!Prime in Bedrock Bros arc now it's literally one of my favorite arcs

Like c!Tommy during his first trip back to L'manberg with c!Techno seeing the Final Control Room again and immediately getting triggered into a panic attack + a whole crisis about c!Dream and just "Where's Dream where's Dream I need my friend Dream" and "But he cared for me, he cared for me-" like he wasn't literally the one who murdered c!Tommy in there-

And c!Dream's first visit when c!Tommy is just absolutely terrified of him but also like... almost desperate to see him again to the point of practically sabotaging himself. And c!Dream already knowing he was there anyway bc he was creeping around in Logstedshire earlier but like, pretending not to? Maybe putting on that whole concerned act (or maybe not an act) specifically to lull c!Tommy into a false sense of security. Maybe even waiting to see if c!Tommy gives in to the exile conditioning and hands himself over.

"On one hand he tortured me, but on the other hand he was a lovely guy!"

Just the whole vibe of c!Dream's second visit being way more tense, that part where c!Tommy follows c!Dream and Ghostbur outside while invisible and gets close enough to c!Dream that he could reach out and touch him if he wanted. c!Dream looking like he's about to leave before suddenly just going straight to c!Tommy's hidden bunker. "I know Tommy was here, Wilbur." And then just taking the Prime Bell and leaving.

Literally the only thing stopping c!Dream from just taking c!Tommy by force was him not wanting to lose c!Techno's favor (which c!Tommy didn't know about yet btw), and he already knew c!Tommy was there from the start, so what reason does he have to be showing up and searching around other than toying with c!Tommy?

c!Dream during his third visit when it's just him and c!Techno, not so subtly implying that c!Bedrock Bros' alliance is doomed to fail and then being like "As long as I know where Tommy is, which I do, maybe I'll... I might come in here at any point :)"

Like this man is so ready for c!Techno to get tired of c!Tommy so he can swoop in and isolate him again and be like "I'm the only one you can trust, Tommy :) I'm the only one who will never abandon you :)" because he just absolutely cannot stand the idea of not having total control over c!Tommy at all times :)

c!Tommy going back to Old Home Logstedshire to Conquer his Fears, then sneaking back into L'manberg to rebuild his actual old home <333

And holy shit that first actual c!Prime confrontation since c!Tommy escaped exile-

"You- you manipulated me."

"Tommy, I was the only person who visited you, I was the only person who was your friend :)"

c!Tommy finally standing up to c!Dream: "I'm the only one who goes against you. And you know what, Dream? I think you're scared of me."

c!Techno's favor once again being the only thing stopping c!Dream from just taking c!Tommy by force.

"Alright. You live for now, Tommy :)" And for the rest of eternity if he has anything to say about it-

And of course: "You know what, Dream? Dream... go fuck yourself."

Like this arc makes me insane holy shit. c!Tommy trying to have a healing arc and overcome his trauma and exile conditioning and c!Dream just being like "Oh, but I can't just let you go, Tommy :) It was very clever of you to hide with Techno but you know it won't last forever :) C'mon Tommy, don't you wanna come back? We had so much fun together, don't you miss it? :) :) :)" because he definitely didn't get unhealthily attached or anything during exile lmao.

#c!prime thoughts #dream smp #dsmp #c!tommy #c!dream #c!primeboys #c!discduo #tw abuse #tw stalking #tw obsessive behavior #tw possessive behavior #tw stockholm syndrome #tw lima syndrome

[villainkinconfessions]

was I likely obsessed with henry while at my lowest? yeah. did I still listen to him when he told me to get the fuck out of hurricane? yeah. me when the henry emily tells me to do something ig.

also yeah I may have abandoned michael but like. I left him with henry. and a letter that henry would give him later. didn't want him turning out like his old man.

I am pleasantly surprised henry didn't just throw it away or something. but. it's a little gay to not just turn your ex into the police when he admits to killing children in an attempt to learn how to reverse death. and that the reason he started doing it on purpose is because he strangled your daughter to death while in a fit of being unable to tell what was going on around him, let alone recognize anyone.

not that. I admitted to being mentally unwell when it happened.

does it excuse what I did? absolutely fucking not. does it explain why I did it? yeah.

and it's sooo funny to me that as springtrap and scraptrap I had 0 memory of anything before that damn room. before a few years into that room, at that! All I knew was that nobody fucking liked me for seemingly no good reason.

I was a nice springtrap! Nobody realized it and I was burned twice for thinking I was still the same man who had murdered six children. And burntrap was me. Just. The way I was before. I was so tired of everything. That idiotic fucking virus trying to continue research that has done nothing but harm everyone involved, researcher included.

Oh sure, sure, I feel bad for anyone hurt by him but at the same time I wish he was alive so I could have sent him straight to fucking hell, where I would end up meeting him again.

If only it didn't hurt to exist as burntrap. Then I probably would've done the same thing henry did in that trap pizzaria! Take us all out at once~

anyways I started rambling lmao. fuck glitchtrap, and fuck fazbear entertainment. and I still <3 you henry.

- William J. Afton

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#william j. afton kin #five nights at freddy's kin #fnaf kin #fnaf sb kin #villainkin #villainkinconfessions #mod yokai

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

BTS from A Reprieve From Thought :DDD

Fic Specific Asks!

BTS: I’ll write a DVD commentary about my personal favorite passage from [that fic]

sorry this took ages, I forgot about it in my drafts 😅

so first of all I think it’s worth noting that this is in a general darklina doc titled this lol

for my other BTS fic thing I read through the entire fic and made comments through out so I’ll just do the same thing here. it’s uh pretty short PWP so let’s see how this goes…

minor thing but a few people have read this as a continuation of the canon scene set in his cabin and that’s not actually the case! with the set up I was trying to establish that it’s more of a missing scene during the rest of time they’re hunting the sea whip

also him not looking up is not entirely a power play lol he’s just a nerd

this I was trying to mimic the book vibe where extended descriptions of the Darkling just make it feel like she’s staring at him for a very long time.

I was thinking he’s poring over one of the journals

so a couple things, I always interpret the Darkling as uniquely and uh tbh sexually fixated on the amplifiers on Alina and like what they represent. he’s just really weird about it!!

anyway I also just forever find the implication that he doesn’t need an amplifier, but his power only makes things fucking worse really interesting? all that power and it’s completely useless! I think he’s definitely bitter about it.

anyway the first book also makes it really clear that she does not have fuck off insane power like him? to the point where I also doubt she would turn out to be immortal tbh! I find the implication that he’s basically manufacturing an immortal companion for himself really fascinating. lbeyond the baseline of having a very unique power, their experiences probably would not be similar at all but he’s just that desperate for them to be.

mostly self explanatory, but generally there’s not much room in the canon book for her to feel much betrayal? or sort out whatever burgeoning feelings she may have had for him before things imploded dramatically. I think in reality it’s just a writing issue sjfjfkhg but you could read it as her refusing to really view anything that’s happened through an emotional lens.

so this is some unacknowledged and unwanted hurt coming to the foreground. like “so you did like me a little 🥺”

and also that annoys her! which is why she’s more like “lololol you’re attracted to me? embarrassing! aren’t you embarrassed!” which is the trajectory that leads to her kissing him first.

SO while she is playing a very immediate petty game, he experienced a mental record scratch and went straight to omgomgomg *soulmates*

I think he is being sincere with her here. he’s just like are you finally ready to abandon your petty qualms and obey me without question and come back to my side??

I think he’s a very emotionally starved and obsessive character and simultaneously hardcore resents her for both bringing this out in him but also that she doesn’t meet his predetermined idea of what the object of his obsession (the fated sun summoner and his like immortal companion) should be like.

and Alina’s just like ………..huh?

I’m not going to screencap the entirety of the making out portion but shdhfgf I’ll be real with you, anon, I get so tired of describing the physicality of like kissing or sex. I literally got so bored I repurposed some descriptions from another fic for another ship I wrote ages ago and altered it to fit this scenario. I don’t think any of the original text is at all recognizable/there’s barely any left tbh after editing but I did need the jumping off point in order to not just be like “uh… kissing… more kissing?”

so this starts an entire bit where he’s nagging at her lmao and she’s mostly… not cool with it really but willing to play along if he gets her off dhfjffg but then he’s like “you betrayed me” and she’s like “okay hold the fuck up who made who massacre an entire city of civilians???”

anyway, more minor note at the time of writing, and still currently, I felt like the dialogue line about mentioning silken sheets was more my own writing style bleeding through rather than like perfectly IC word choices but I ran with it because I liked it lol

lol he takes any excuse to power trip. I mean he does already make her beg in canon 🤷‍♀️

she’s ready to go with it a little for role play/kink purposes but he’s pushing it lol.

sorry she’s going to have a fucking crisis (lol literally) after this!!!! I don’t think the actual plot trajectory would change much though. she’s probably going to feel worse, he’s going to be speaking in even more insane double entendres. but that’s about it!

#fic specific asks #grishaverse #shadow and bone #darklina #alarkling #i ramble sometimes #*writer’s cap* #a reprieve from thought #oh no I saw so many typos 😭

[asimmutableasgravity]

daddy issues

so basically im working on a tgm thing (tdts followers I WILL DROP TWO CHAPTERS SOON PROMISE) and i had this whole scene written in like 40 minutes and well. leave my drafts. if this does well then guess I have to post the rest of it lmao

The hospital looks big and imposing and despite the fact that it is literally just a fucking building, he has never felt so terrified. He adjusts his hands in his pockets. He smooths his hair one more time and steadies himself.

He walks into the front desk, says what he needs to say and the attendant gives him a room number. He doesn’t let himself register anything. If he can make this memory as bland and detail-less as anything, he won’t revisit in high definition. He walks down the hall and keeps his mind blank, not letting himself wonder about anything or anyone. Not about his mother, rest her soul, not about how his siblings are getting on. No. 

He spots a blonde leaning against a vending machine, with a rosary in her hands. She’s in jeans, her hair is so much longer, and her face is uncharacteristically worried, but Jake would know his sister anywhere.

“Jenna!” He calls. She turns and her face breaks out into a grin as she runs to her brother.  He has muscles now, so he picks her up easily. She buries her head in his neck, and she smells like grass and apples. She smells like home. 

“Missed you.” She says, muffled into his shirt. 

“Missed you too.” He knows he sounds choked up, but this was the first place he headed to after he finally touched down and it’s always nice to see someone who misses you rather than an empty apartment. He squeezes her a little and lets her go. The jewel on her finger feels large and blinding, and he acts accordingly, and she swats him.

“How’s wedding planning?” He asks as she walks him to the room. She glows as she talks about the dresses she’s trying on, and how she wants it in the family barn, but it requires so much renovation and she is tired, but she is very happy. It sucks to see how much he’s missed, but if it’s evidence of anything, it’s how anyone can manage when he’s gone.

“Jakey,” She says and they’re at the door. “If,” she tilts her head at the door. “Things happen, can you and Jenson walk me down the aisle? It would mean the world.” She looks up at him, pleading. And how could he ever deny his sister anything?

“Of course.” She beams, like the sun. His heart hurts a little, because why can’t he try harder to be there for his family? He’s missed her. 

She opens the door, and Jenson stands up. His father stirs.

Jenson and Jenna may be the twins in this house, but Jake and Jenna were always the wonder duo. Jenna may be two years older than Jake, but they did ever

ything together. Jenson was already his father’s right hand from age twelve, so Jake and Jenna were their mother’s little helpers. It was never a perfect home, but it was theirs. 

And then they grew up, and then their mother died and time moved on.

Nothing much has changed really. Jenson stands at his father’s side. “Jake!” He sounds surprised.

His father leans forward. The military man has been devastated by his disease, his big figure whittled to skin on bone. His hair is barely there, and wrinkles cover his face. His moustache, stark white, is probably the healthiest thing he has. “Is that Jacob?”

Jake stiffens. “Hi, Dad.”

Jake was the junior of his dad, the spitting image. He was supposed to be exactly like him. But then he dropped out of the military, moved far away from the farm and became a superhero. He was never the favourite, that was clear, but that really didn’t help. He keeps his hands in his pockets, back straight. 

For a few seconds, the only sound in the room is the air-conditioning. Naively, Jake believes that his dad would be nice and normal, and maybe being this close to dying has finally made him realise that he needs to be nicer to his kid.

“You son of a bitch.” Okay, then.

“You think I want to see the son who abandoned his post, his family to fuck his way through LA?” Jenna places a hand on Jake’s arm. “You’re a fuck-up to this family, to me, to your mother. How could you show your face here?”

And that hits. 

“Mom would never be. Because, unlike you, she knew how to be a parent.”

“Jake!” That’s Jenson.

“At least she never abandoned us, she would have never fucking hit us-” And he speaks for tiny little Jake, who could never match up to his dad’s expectations. Who cried for hours once he realised his father would never like him if he wasn’t perfect. Who still got shit when he finally was.

“If I could get up right now, I would teach you some fucking respect.” And the tone is too familiar, the hatred, the disappointment. It makes Jake take a couple of steps back, like he is preparing for a strike. “I wish you were never fucking born. Get out of my fucking sight, you should never have the balls to come here after leaving the troops. I never want to fucking see you again.”

Sickly, he hopes that’s true.

He turns around and leaves. 

He does not cry. He won’t do that, his father deserves less.

#top gun maverick #top gun #tgm #tgm fic #jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman fic #uhhh #this is a hangster fic #but he is not here yet #lmaooooo

[evanthomasvieira]

So I’ve decided I’m making my own personal digital journal maybe some one out there agrees with my way of seeing things.

If not thats MORE welcomed as I’m Eager to learn NEW perspectives whither or not that perspective is 100% correct.

Im open to all topics and give my word to always speak words of wisdom and try my hardest to only uplift people and spread knowledge.

Im a leader in any community i become integrated with because I respect others word I put respect in the fact that I believe that person is telling me the truth.

I Appreciate culture Love all walks of life, I live and let live, if you are kind and peaceful than so am I.

FEAR is the biggest driver for violence

Dont allow fear to cause you to be violent society has not abandon you, not yet. If you become Evil they will.

Which leads me to why ive started this page to stop the spread of evil. And encourage the power of being a good person. So people can see how much cooler it is to be good.

I have become scared that we as humans have lost touch with what it means to be human. We make mistakes we can not keep this act of perfection up.

Topic#1 School shootings

(In a nut shell)

Schools have become breeding grounds for fears of the unknown internally by ones self and externally by violence. First lets get it straight that fears get amplified by trama amongst peers. In order for schools to be safe students need to first understand the importance of caring for each-other Mentally. The people you share the class room with are your peers. Those peers will go on to impacts MANY other life’s besides your short time with them in class…. Which in turn could come back to result in something changing amazingly in your life like a fantastic invention for example. However this trickle effect works inversely and can spiral downward if evil wins.

If you really want to kill people shoot up a jailhouse LMAO jk but “all good jokes contain true shit”. - J Cole

Stop bullying people because they’re different TO YOU everyone is different thats what makes us so amazing and why everyone has certain things about them that are so wonderful.

Stop shunning people. Speak your mind politely so that others know why they’ve been shunned and give them opportunity to improve or improve your own out look / assumption.

Include everyone

Teach them good from evil

Let them be themselves while showing them ways they can grow or where they may-be weak if they agree offer help do not damage that weakness further.

Do not assume everyone you meet has had the same lifestyle as you.

Maybe someday someone will kindly fill the spaces where you are personally weak wither thats mentally or physically, spiritually or emotionally.

If we do not start recognizing our peers feelings how can we recognize our own, and if you only recognizing your own feelings than wondering why nothing is changing, well than there is your answer is right there. (Your only recognizing yourself) . Everyone is tired We all work very hard. Consider that with your peers as you would like someone to consider that with you. We will lose touch of what it feels like to be sad , angry, happy, tired, and we will no longer have baselines for how we should feel regularly. If we don’t recognize that this world is hard for ALL of us that haven’t become fully comfortable than no one will ever be comfortable.

“These are emotions, human reaction to how certain things make us feel. If you have a great day than you have great feelings. Not everyday will be great though and thats where you must learn to love yourself and continue to be pure and not evil.” - YP

Evil never wins and thats is my lesson for today

ps. Every Villain Is Lemons 😂

#spread love #kindness #wisdom #latest news #time to change #do good #stop evil

[starsaver94]

Yayyyy!!!

So first thing first, I just HAD to make Kasumi the protag! Cause, ya know, Ultimate Private Investigator and murder mystery? Yeah :))

Broken Spirits!Kasumi is basically Kasumi in Danganronpa: Crime and Punishment (the name of my fangan). Very sweet and friendly, but has a strong sense of justice. The theme of this game (like how the first one was hope vs despair, v3 was truth vs lies, etc.) this one is justice vs mercy. Kasumi is a very lawful good person, and has high morals. She's a little self righteous cause of this, but she means well. Even if she can get a little naggy when people do little morally questionable things like telling white lies or stealing a pencil from someone. She's also still sleepy cause quirky gal <3

And our favorite antag

Cynical asshole!Daisuke Kurosaki makes his appearance! I changed his last name cause I had no idea it was just literally purple in Japanese, lmao. But anyways, he'll be our antag. But more Togami esc and being closed off and distant rather than straight up unhinged like Komaeda or Kokichi. But he doesn't really understand, or care much, for human life, cause....well, you know 50sod!Daisuke....he's--he's a criminal! The opposite end of Kasumi! (ofc they don't need to know that yet ;))

W-Who is this? Protag support? Eh, not important, next!

While I haven't gotten to making his report card yet, Haruto plays a big role in the story as well! He's still quiet and shy, but polite and fucking smart! He helps out alot in trials and investigations, and he slowly warms up to Kasumi as time goes on (but kinda latches onto her as well, since he's a bby boy and gets attached to nice ppl, abandonment issues)

W-Wait....what's happening? Certainly you aren't important either, right? Eh, wait....ultimate director? I can't....recall any sort of movie or tv show a Sachiko Rizuna made.....*shrugs*

Okay....she doesn't play a big role, but ig she does last a good while and fits a 'space case' character (Ibuki, Angie, Hiro, characters lots in their own world, etc). Akari is a big ball of energy that likes to make people smile, but has a childlike streak. She's kinda loud and doesn't take the killing game seriously, but she really just wants to make people laugh even when the situation is bleak

That's all my tired brain can write about atm, but I can def tell you more later when I have all the other characters more organized in my notes! These are just my favorite blorbos atm :)

I really like this cast so far! Can’t wait to see more!

Akari gives me either Chapter 3 victim or comic relief character that makes it to the end (like Hiro, Kazuichi or Himiko) type of vibes.

Also, I’m getting mastermind vibes from Sachiko. Both from her talent as a director and from the description you gave her.

#author answers #star answers #Sadie✨ #fanganronpa

[marshmellowtea]

For the ask thing: 1, 2, and 13 for any fandoms you like

oughdglkf oh boy let's gooo

1. the character everyone gets wrong

i feel like there's a lot of characters i could potentially put here but the one i can say the most about currently is actor mark from who killed markiplier because WOO BOY the annoying ass takes i see about my boy 😭 look, you don't have to like him, but so many people are wayyy too quick to paint him as a straight villain who's only motivation is to be malicious when canonically, he's motivated largely by pain and literally being preyed upon by a malicious entity that feeds off of negative emotions. yeah, sure, by the damien animation he's gone all egomaniacal disney villain, but he absolutely did not start out that way, let's not forget that those first few suicide attempts were genuine for fuck's sake. also, this is more personal interpretation that could potentially be disputed, but i feel like portraying him as an abusive partner to celine is also misinterpretation—you don't have to be an abusive partner to be a bad partner to someone, and nothing about the way the two of them interact gives me the vibes he was abusive to her, a lot of her rage at him in damien seemed to be based in what he did in wkm rather than being about their relationship in general. also, we know at least part of the reason why celine ran off with the colonel was the house itself unsettling her, not just her relationship to actor. it just feels symptomatic of the "oversimplified villain" characterization everyone gives him and it makes me feel Tired lol. in the same vein i feel like everyone takes the "everyone loves me i am a god" shtick far too literally, i really feel like it's a mask for a boatload of insecurity (cuz, like, can we remember that basically everyone in his life basically abandoned him or at least seemed to have and the way those feelings were 100% exacerbated by the house?? pretty sure the man would have issues, just saying).

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

i....hm, i actually don't know if i have one of these aglkdjsf. LIKE don't get me wrong i do have strong opinions about this sort of thing for some of my faves but they're less "here's solid evidence for why this blorbo would be a bottom" and more "i would like to top them please. please let me top them”. actually you know what, that's my argument, my faves are bottoms because i want to top them :) that's all i need right—

13. worst blorboficiation

OOF okay i have a couple actually fitting to start off with this one since it is succession season four time but i do really dislike the way a lot of rome girls talk about him, like, the constant claims that he's the only one who loves his family or the only one who has a heart......fucking please lmao. like, don't get me wrong, i love woobifying the billionaires (kendall and shiv can do no wrong in my eyes and when they do i love them anyway <3) but the way that rome stans frequently mischaracterize his siblings as more malicious than they are or treat his abuse from logan as more valid than the abuse any of his siblings face drives me up the fucking wall, you can fuck allllll the way off with that nonsense lmao. i don't hate him but the way the fandom talks about him make him kinda put a bad taste in my mouth when i see him onscreen now, lol. also, not to shift back to who killed markiplier, but little meow meow darkiplier who's actually been the hero this whole time! and is the only one who genuinely loves and cares about y/n! is so fucking boring. SORRY. i know this is 100% part me being an actor stan and thus Biased but both of them are so much more complicated and morally gray than the fandom gives them credit for and i am soooo fucking sick of it </3 put the manipulation back in the darkiplier or so help me god i will do something drastic!!

[choose violence ask game here]

#i meant to post this earlier but i forgor lol #it’s been a day :’) #anyway. genuinely do not know wtf to tag this #so #ask to tag #marshy gets asks #long post

[electrifiedgears]

Rambling about object oc part one (I’ve decided to just use Tumblr for this because I wanna talk about my object OCs without being annoying in DMs 😅)

BUT I have pink clock thoughts rn I feel like I’m gonna explode so special exclusive Pink Clock explanation for the two or three of you who don’t know who he is idk I can’t remember how many people I’ve told about him.

I made him back in 2018 to join an object camp that would basically be a prison.

Anyways, for his crime I decided he committed manslaughter. His backstory is still pretty similar tbh just like, me adding/changing stuff to be more coherent.

Buuuuut I’d rather go in chronological order sooooo.

Pink Clock’s life actually starts in a house with both his parents!!! His mom works as a waitress and his dad works as a . Business??? Guy??? I never thought that out much tbh but he makes the big bucks.

He also has a younger sibling. His dad was kind of an asshole so his parents split up and he chose to go with his mom, but his sibling did not!!!

His mom was actually a pretty good mom besides probably some small neglect due to lack of money n stuff, but she made it clear that she cared about him and never really invalidated his emotions (which his dad used to do)

Uhhh he also makes friends with Ring and Coyote Puppet (who he nicknamed Goldie and Puppie but that’s not rlly relevant.)

They are good friends. In ~9th grade (ig?) they shared a YouTube channel which was mostly just them playing videogames and fooling around. They were also all in the theater club. Pink Clock and Ring would work on props and costumes and stuff while Coyote Puppet loved to perform.

Anyways at some point their YouTube channel gets 100 subscribers and Puppie is like “omg let’s do a livestream to celebrate!!!” Which the other two agree to. Pink Clock says they could do it at his house because his mother was going on a trip for work or smth. Anyways they all agree yeah woo no parents yippee.

Uhhhhhhh. Puppie is like “let’s stay up ALL NIGHT 😈” which the other two are like yeahhh epic.

Anyways . Pink Clock is actually nervous because usually they just did normal cut videos and not live ones yknow, it’s different. But he doesn’t wanna be a lame loser so he’s just going along with it, plus he thinks it sounds fun.

Uhhhh anyways they’re fooling around and stuff but at 2:50-something AM they’re all pretty tired because they’ve been awake for hours. Not thinking straight and sleepy.

They mess around a little TOO MUCH at 3 AM and Pink Clock basically accidentally manslaughters Ring (being vague because idk if weaponry isn’t allowed on tumblr idk)

Clocks in my object oc universe have this thing where their hands are affected by their mental/physical state and vice versa . So like this specific event caused Pink Clock’s hands to just. Stop. At 3 AM. (I think the original thought was those “DONT STAY UP AT 3 AM” challenges idk I made him in 2018.)

Puppie basically shuts off the livestream and calls hospital and stuff. Pink Clock goes to jail (Aka the camp)

I don’t feel like explaining all the object camp entries I made in 2018 but I basically he just had like a mental breakdown the entire time idk. He wore a mask always because 1) he thought it was embarrassing he was stuck at 3 AM, 2) he was guilty like “I don’t ever wanna see this face again, and 3) he felt like a pink clock was the type of guy who wouldn’t do well in prison so he thought wearing a monster mask would be more fitting (plus he “felt like a monster” ig.)

Partway through that his mask got destroyed and he basically spray painted himself blue and was like “I’m not PINK CLOCK I’m BLUE CLOCK!!!” Basically because toxic masculinity idk. Similar reasons as the mask thing .

Anyways that ends up getting washed off after like a few days LMAO. And then the camp stopped or smth idk but he gets released yippee (also the camp being a camp I don’t consider canon but like my personal entries yeah)

Anyways he basically “moves” into an abandoned house. Isolated and stuff. He makes a NEW mask when he’s tired of being alone and wants to make friends, but is too scared people might recognize him if he doesn’t wear a mask at this point. Anyways yeahhhhh a lot of the rest of the stuff is either undecided or from roleplays so idk whether to talk abt it or not but things start looking up for him basically 👍

Also he slowly gets back into making art because he likes doing little art things and it’s just a better coping mechanism than some of his other ones (breaking stuff, punching holes in the wall, etc). Rather than crafts and masks like he did before, he finds he really enjoys painting. So he jsut paints n stuff yeahhh.

I’d imagine he very very VERY slowly assimilates back into society but it’s a very long process. But yeah that’s pc I hope I explained this good enough I have to help my dad make dinner now 👍

#zappyrhinopost

[yesimwriting]

"(AH–i want to write a whole fic based on this line)" PLEASE DO??? omg i don't even have a breeding/possessiveness kink but i've been so hooked with that part, your mind>>>

a/n hehhe she's back from the dead (or is she?? lmao may disappear again right after posting? who knows, i def don't,, ive been writing i promise! i just get in my head and feel like my writing is bad and just dont finish anything lmao...if yall could see my drafts,, very full

oh!! also this anon is referencing a headcanon about pregnant with the darkling's baby (this post ),, more specifically this ask is about this line: "'are you already forgetting you're mine? that i own you, body and soul--is my child growing in you not enough of a reminder? because i'll give you another one if you need it."

also i feel the need to tell yall!! i dont have a breeding kink 👀or possessiveness kink--i mean who could--i--👀👀

anyways HAHA

Air as weighted as a bag of sand enters and exits my lungs with each of my uneven breaths. Relax...stress is the one thing everyone agrees I shouldn't experience. Not while I'm like this. At the reminder of why everything seems so precarious, my hand gravitates to the source of my complications. I rest my palm against my stomach, still unaccustomed to the hint of firmness that makes up the apex of my stomach. I'm not sure it'd be fair to call it a bump yet. It's just the slightest shift in my proportions, the prelude to an announcement that not even Genya could help me hide.

But for now, it's still relatively easy to keep what I now am private. Aleksander likes it that way, and I understand his reasons for keeping my pregnancy secret enough to be relatively indifferent to when the news comes out. Though on nights like these, I just want to rip off the corset Genya tightens around my torso each morning and tighten my loose dress. Let the entire world know that I'm pregnant--that I'm not without attachment.

Maybe that would be enough to prevent arguments like these. The silent types of fights seem to be the most brutal. The fights in which his mere presence is more violent than words ever could be. These fights have become rarer since I told him about my current condition, but there's one thing that no amount of understanding will ever rid him of. The type of jealousy born of a relationship meant to only exist behind closed door and in abandoned corridors.

"Darling." The quietness of his voice is severe enough to send a bolt of nerves straight through me. He'd never hurt me--with or without his child, I know that he'd never cause me physical harm. It's just his anger is so consuming, so unavoidable and draining. "Do not make this worse for yourself by attempting to delay the inevitable." He takes a step forward, allowing me to see his expression for the first time since he first wrapped long fingers around my forearm, pulling me away from someone who meant no harm. His expression is harsh, made of the shadows he controls. "You know what you did."

I swallow, letting my hand fall from my stomach. Different responses rise and die in the back of my throat. None of them seem like they'd diffuse the situation. I didn't do anything--that could either make him angrier at me or angrier at the poor guard that had been speaking to me. Nothing happened, is worse, and you're overreacting could be fatal. Besides...none of it feels as true as it should. Though everything I did was innocent in theory, I can't deny the fact that I had been irritated. I had...I'd felt forgotten, and with how busy Aleks has been, I couldn't think of a good way to do anything about it.

And then today, while I was feeling displaced and hormonal, and tired of being left behind...so I let myself entertain the idea of welcoming someone else's attention. It was nothing bad, no blatant flirting or forced laughter. Just the slight prolonging of a conversation. If the man escorting me had not noticed me trip...if he hadn't helped me regain my balance by placing a supportive hand on my waist, so close to Aleksander's child, I think I would have been able to ease him by being extra affectionate and feigning the need for a nap. If he had kept pushing, I would have made a joke about 'pregnancy brain' and then shifted the conversation to the discussion of our future. I'd have turned this into the conversation about baby names and how we'd turn the room that adjoined ours--the room that used be mine--into a nursery.

But I had stumbled in the garden, and one of the two guards required to walk with me when I want fresh air had saved from falling at the exact moment that Aleksander decided to look for me.

"I told you, I tripped and the guard did what you want them to do, he helped--"

"Do not speak of him." My mouth shuts, my lips pressing together into a cautious line. "Don't pretend that all you did was trip. I saw you two, you laughed with him." He crosses the distance he put between us, as in control as ever. A small part of me is shocked when the hand that comes to rest on my waist doesn't burn. "You let him touch you." Each syllable is punctuated, acidic. His fingers graze across the fabric of my dress before he spreads his palm across my stomach. "...You let him touch my child." All semblance of security evaporates from me for a brief moment, but dread does not take over. No, something sharp wedges itself between me and fear and it leaves my entire body hot. Hot in a way I haven't felt since the night I told him about what we created together. "Our child," he continues, moving his hand across the expanse of my stomach until he reaches its apex, "you'd think with a life we made growing inside you..." His other hand sneaks onto the small of my back, with the slightest bit of pressure, he pushes me forward, "You'd remember."

Swallowing back nerves, I force myself to not shrivel beneath his gaze. "Remember what?"

His hand trails up my back until he reaches my shoulder. I relax when he gives it a tentative squeeze, but then he allows his fingertips to trail across my collarbone and up my neck. A hint of warmth adds something behind his eyes, something secretly vulnerable. I exhale, relaxing into the path he's drawing across my skin as his thumb brushes my cheek. I exhale at the contact, a small part of me wondering what's eased him so. He's more nervous about his place in my life than I can understand; he's everything--powerful, attractive, caring in a silent way. And he's the one who keeps leaving earlier in the morning and disappearing until he comes back to me late at night.

I thought that the conversation we had after my pregnancy, the guarantee he gave me in a place by his side, we'd see each other more. But he's been so absent I can't help but feel that maybe he's starting to regret it. After all, he's talked so much of forever, of our family...and yet he brings up marriage only when it's convenient--

The firm squeeze against my jaw steals all of my thoughts. He tilts my head upwards, leaning so close to me that I can feel his breath on my against my skin. "You are mine in all ways."

Warmth spreads through me, more powerful than my nerves. And yet I can't loose myself in him the way my body yearns to. You are mine in all ways. His control is more absolute than anything. That's never bothered me before, never made me doubt...Why does it feel tainted now? Is it my hormones? Or--it's the way he's changed.

He notices, because he notices everything about me. "Something troubling you more than the trouble you're already in?"

The question isn't concern--it's an attempt to have all of my attention again. I tilt my head down as much as the grip on his hand will allow. "Yours in all ways, when you're not mine?" My voice comes out softer than I'd like, but at least the words are out. "I know what you're doing is important, but there's just so many people around you. All powerful and important and I..." My hand settles over my stomach, too aware of how permanent the situation I'm in us. "I'm just going to get bigger...and bigger...and more draining to be around, and you'll always have an excuse to disappear."

Aleksander frowns, face shifting from angry to something soft. It doesn't last. He lips tilt upwards, a malicious smile playing at his lips. "Dove, was this all a cry for attention?" An artificial sweetness poisons the air between us. He tilts my head upwards even more, forcing me to stare at him. "Foolish, foolish girl. You need me, don't you?" He pauses, looking at me like I'm something to be pitied. It might be the look behind his eyes or my tiredness, but I nod. "I stop doting on you for a moment so that I can prepare for our future--the future of our baby--and you manage to forget that you've captured every part of me--the good and the bad." Something in me eases at the reassurance. They're just words, and I know how little that means to him, but they help. "Trust me this once, and I will spend eternity proving you right for it."

I exhale, absorbing the tenderness he briefly offers. "I do." He's watching me carefully. "I will--I just think I'm hormonal, or something."

He hums once, pulling me even closer to him. "That's all you have to say?" Aleksander's breath is warm against already flushed skin. "You know I've been particularly patient given what you're doing for me, but you know what you did. You felt like i was losing my care for you, and so you decided to anger me--and now you'll have to deal with that." I feel myself frown. "Don't pout--you brought this onto yourself." He sighs. "Open." I know better than to push any further. My lips part on instinct. He maneuvers his hand so that he can press his thumb into my mouth. "Close." I shut my mouth, letting the tip of my tongue graze the pad of his finger. He pulls his hand away with no warning, letting a thin trail of saliva connecting his thumb and my bottom lip. "Good girl, I knew you still knew how to behave."

"I didn't--"

"Don't speak," he warns, voice dangerous again. "Are you already forgetting you're mine? that i own you, body and soul--is my child growing in you not enough of a reminder? because i'll give you another one if you need it."

I inhale sharply, nerves pulsing through me once again. My silence seems to appease him, because Aleksander closes the distance between us. The hunger in him is clear, the kiss consuming everything as he walks us back, forcing me against a wall. He pulls away much too soon and yet much too fast. I'm panting, my lips are swollen, and yet all I want is more. "Aleksander--"

"How naive could you be, thinking I'd want you less like this...my baby, our child in you?" I swallow, nerves pooling in my stomach. "How could you think I'd want you less when the evidence of the fact that I fucked a baby into you is impossible to hide? When it becomes impossible to deny that you are mine and I am yours?"

His hand tangles itself into the root of my hair, when he pulls on it I can't fight the noise that escapes me. His lips are against my jaw, moving down my neck at a pace that's unbearable. He continues like this until all of me is burning for him and I no longer have the energy to attempt to suppress the moans leaving my lips. Aleksander lifts his head, a hint of something genuine coloring his smile. His lips press against mine again. I loose myself in his lips, the feel of them, his warmth, the way he knows where to brush his tongue. His pace is agonizing. Something in me snaps, I reach forward in a lust-filled haze, pulling at his clothes.

"Aleksander."

His hand leaves my neck in favor of gripping my wrist. He then straightens entirely, moving me off of him with a graceful ease. "Oh, Dove, you didn't think I'd be able to give you what you want after the way you've behaved today."

No. No. He's not implying what I think he is, he couldn't be this cruel to me...this upset. "I'll never do it again." He tsks once, shaking his head at my desperation. "I'm sorry, I truly am...and I'd be happy to show you how apologetic--"

He cuts me off my squeezing the apple of my cheek. "As amusing and fulfilling as it would be to watch you try to seduce me, it'd do me no well to spoil you now, especially when I have a meeting."

"Please--"

He takes my hand, tenderly pressing his lips against the back of my palm, over and over again until I am lost to the sensation. My breath hitches. "Consider this the first part of your lesson on patience." A pathetic, practically teary moan escapes me. He flips my palm in his hands before taking my middle and index finger into his mouth. The sensation and the way he's looking at me is so erotic my head is left spinning. He pulls my fingers away from his parted lips slowly, letting his tongue slide the length of them. "And no touching yourself--I will be checking when I return."

He can't leave my like this. Desperate and needy and likely without release for hours. "Aleks, please--"

"The more you beg, the more I know you need this." The cold way he releases my arm leaves my eyes stinging. He turns as if nothing has happened, leaving before I can think of anything worth saying.

#aleksander morozova imagine #aleksander morozova x reader #aleksander morozova #general kirigan #shadow and bone #shadow and bone x reader #shadow and bone imagine #grishaverse #grishaverse x reader #the darkling x reader #shadow and bone show #the darkling #general kirigan x reader

[minimoefoe]

i’m actually so torn about how i want yaz to leave because i think all the options are pretty great for different reasons but could also be not so great for different reasons as well

as it stands right now, i can’t see yaz wanting to willingly leave the doctor, even though there have been moments over the last series where you can tell yaz is kinda tired of the doctor being.. the doctor, i do think yaz’s feelings still massively outweigh her annoyance/hopelessness. i feel like in order for her to make the decision to leave, something big is going to have to happen in the next two specials that makes yaz realise that it’s never going to work and she should get out while she can. i do think this ending would be great. i think the only reason i’d say it’s not so great is that it has the potential to be very similar to martha’s ending and also ryan and graham also chose to leave and i would prefer if something different happened

another option is if yaz is forced to leave either by getting trapped/lost somewhere or maybe even bc the doctor just… abandons her? idk. i can’t see that second one happening and i don’t think i’d really want it either. it might be interesting to see yaz get trapped/lost but again, it could end up being a bit too similar to rose’s ending

and then of course she could just straight up die. part of me would love that bc it would genuinely be the most painful thing in the world, both for me and the doctor lmao. like, imagine the doctor and yaz are finally getting to the same page about how they feel and then it all goes to shit bc yaz dies. bonus points if it’s the master that kills her. i do think killing off a character who has just been explicitly stated as being sapphic might be a not so great look for chib especially after his gay killing track record for this era but also i think if it’s done well and respectfully then i could really love that ending

realistically, i’m probably going to enjoy it no matter what bc i’m pretty good with just like, accepting what happens and absorbing it as canon but if i could pick, i think my first choice would be that Yaz chooses to leave, my second choice would be that she dies and my third would be that she is forced to leave

#dw txt #is there other endings she could get? #death leaving my choice and then not leaving by choice feel like the main three idk #yasmin khan

[antiloreolympus]

8 Anti LO Asks

1. LO might be the only series ive seen where people actively beg for it /not/ to try to be diverse, bc every time rachel tries the result is either racist, misogynistic, fatphobic, classist, or queerphobic, like how does she even do that every time.

2. how do the colors in LO have symbolism when the majority of them are ripped straight from the disney movie anyway lmao

3. the official webtoons instagram asking if youd play ddakji with lo hades (in reference to squid game, where the rich literally watch the poor kill each other to pay off their debts via asking them to play a game of ddakji) is so like ... you guys know the people in that show who created the game are evil capitalists, right? like yeah lo hades fits that description perfectly and would totally see the game as a good thing bc he can make the dead his slaves but please, connect the dots here 💀

4. I don’t know why but the whole comparison hades made between Thanatos and persephone REALLY pissed me off, with the whole “special treatment” argument. Thanatos was legit a little child who was dropped off by his mother who proceeded to just not raise him??? Like that’s his fault?? And to be fair persephone is practically a child as well if we’re being completely honest but she had far more of a choice (Hera gives her so much special treatment I swear) and it’s not like hades was sacrificing work time for Thanatos (who is an adult now and does his own thing taking up hades’ time unlike persephone) and the poor guy is literally shit talked by everyone else for literally just existing, unlike persephone who literally is loved by everyone except for the select few who are demonized in comparison to their actual mythological counterparts (cough cough Apollo Demeter Thetis Leto COUGH COUGH)?? (Which is technically accurate to myth, as many deities didn’t like him due to his whole personification of death thing but, I highly doubt RS intended for that to be accurate)

5. Lol the title alone makes me want to gag. Hypocrite? Really! Also I see the use of Hera number one classist to try and frame Thanatos as the bad guy worthy of disdain. The comic ain't slick. But really Thanos is a hypocrite for making factual statements and being abandoned as a child and forced into servitude? What?

6. Someone really needs to make a post with all the instances of blatant nepotism/favoritism Persephone profited from. I mean she got paid because Hades thought she was cute and needed money for cute girly things (like that idea isn't just sexist and utterly infantilizing all at once) when other interns weren't. Shoot are there interns in other departments not getting paid. We know Hades uses slaves so likely.

7. i hope rachel realizes that if the way lo hades "spoiling" thanatos as a child is supposed to be proof his nepotism is ok then shes also implying that at some point hades will eventually tire of persephone and start mistreating her too, just off the history of how he treated a literal /child/ in his care. jfc, what a terrible chapter, and thats saying something.

-----FP Spoilers/Mention-----

8. FP Spoilers//I feel like maybe there was a time when Smythe cared about telling a good story, but now it's all about dragging this comic out for money or God knows what reason. And now there's a 2 day break in the trial???? Jfc this trial is going to last well into the next year at this rate oml

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

[duskholland]

idk if this one has been done yet, but what about getting in a fight with mob!tom and he says something that really upsets her but tries his best to make up for it because he knows he fucked up?

getting angsty on this monday, I like it! I had fun with this. I went less tom trying to make up for it and more him undergoing the biggest grovel session of his life lmao. lowkey got a bit emotional writing it fhjdhf. enjoy !! cw: angst (w a happy end)

– it’s mob monday !! –

The argument builds quickly, escalating from a minor spat to an all-out explosion in the blink of an eye. What had started out as a small grievance about Tom’s inability to make time for you had snowballed, and now you’re standing opposite him, angry tears glistening in your eyes.

“You’re being unreasonable!” You exclaim, voice coming out hard. The palms of your hands hurt from the clenching of your fingers, small crescent-moon shapes from your nails pressed into your skin. “Why won’t you just listen to me?”

Tom’s face is a deep shade of volatile red, his hair unruly and untamed from the number of times he’s run his hands through his curls. He’d abandoned his smooth-talker facade minutes ago, now fully leaning into the side of him that you only usually see when he’s around his opponents.

“I’ve tried listening to you, Y/N, but you aren’t paying attention to what I’m saying,” he says, voice staccato. He clasps his hands in front of his chest as he groans, his face the picture of frustration. “I can’t change my schedule for you, alright? If you actually paid attention to how I live my life, and the lifestyle that I lead, you’d understand that. I can’t be like all your other boyfriends. I have responsibilities that are bigger than you.”

You bring your hands to your temples, trying not to cry as you stare at him.

“I don’t want you to be like my ex-boyfriends,” you respond, “I want you to be a good boyfriend, and pay attention to me when I tell you that I miss you.” Your voice softens slightly, and your glare loses some of its ferocity. “It gets fucking lonely living in this house, Tom. For such a big mansion, there’s barely ever anyone around, and when you’re not here…” You wave a hand through the air. “I feel alone.”

“Then move out.”

Immediately, your blood runs cold. You feel your heart drop straight to your feet, and your arms fall to your side, defeated.

“What?” You croak. A fresh flood of tears well up in your eyes as you stare at your boyfriend, who’s still looking at you like you’ve done something to cause him grievous bodily harm.

“If you hate living here, and you hate dating me so much, just move out, Y/N.” Tom shoves his hands in his pockets, shrugging. “Seems to me like that’d be a good solution to your problem.”

You shake your head, in disbelief at how quickly your boyfriend of two years has pivoted.

“Are you being serious?” You say, blinking at him. “Are you actually trying to kick me out right now? Just because I care about and want to spend time with my boyfriend?”

Tom stares at the ground, and you see his jaw twitch. You give him a few seconds to say something, anything, and when he fails to do so, you stalk over to the wardrobe. It’s only when you pick up a bag and start to throw your things into it that he seems to realise how angry you are.

“What are you doing?” Tom asks, sounding panicked. He walks towards you, reaching out for you, but you move away. Your eyes sting with tears, and you feel a few stray droplets roll down your face as you shake your head.

“I’m leaving,” you mutter. Your hands shake as you sling the bag over your shoulder and go into the bathroom, picking up your toothbrush and a few other things. “Going back to my flat.”

Tom shakes his head. “Please don’t do that, love.” He sounds desperate all of a sudden, and when you glance at him in the mirror, you see he’s deflated--shoulders shrunk, eyes wide. “I… I didn’t mean it, I was caught in the moment. You don’t need to leave.” He reaches out for you again but you dodge him.

“Don’t touch me,” you mutter. You hastily pull on the zip of the bag before walking back into the bedroom. “Don’t come over either. I don’t want to see you until you’ve figured out what you want from me and what you want from this relationship.”

He trails after you, keeping a safe distance, but you can almost feel how badly he wants to reach out and take your hand.

“I love you,” Tom pleads. “Please don’t go. We can work this out together.”

You shake your head. You’re walking fast now, just glad that you’d held onto the keys of your old flat when you’d moved in with Tom.

“We need space. I need space.” You find yourself at the front door, and you turn around to stare at Tom. He flinches as he takes in the sight of the tear tracks on your cheeks, and the angry hurt in your eyes. “Just… Leave me alone, Tom.”

You turn and you leave, letting the heavy front door slam behind you.

––––––

Your first day apart passes by in a blur of anger, upset, and heartbreak. Your best friend comes over and you talk to her, well into the night, venting about everything you’ve been unable to air to Tom, given his remarkable absence from your life. It’s not that he’d been pulling away intentionally, rather, his job had taken him away from you, over and over and over again. Every time you’d brought it up casually, he’d shot you down. It was just a matter of time before it overflowed like that.

One day stretches to two, then three. Tom makes an appearance on the fourth.

You know it’s him just from the way he knocks on your front door: three strong knocks, syncopated in his favourite rhythm. You carefully, quietly, tiptoe to the door and lean up to peer through the peephole, feeling your breath hitch as you see his figure, distorted by the glass. He looks tired and unkempt, wearing a hoodie and some jeans instead of one of his suits. His hair is all over the place, and there’s a shadow of stubble grazing his chin.

“Love?” He calls out, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I know you’re there.”

You swallow, continuing to spy on him as you say nothing.

Tom sighs. “I’m so sorry, Y/N... I feel like shit. I shouldn’t have said what I said, because I didn’t mean it.” He breaks off, and you watch as he pinches at the bridge of his nose. “I know you want space, but I… I miss you. And I love you, so much. So, so, so much, love. I’ve never loved anyone this much in my life, and it’s terrifying.” He breaks off, chuckling harshly. “So I don’t know why I decided to fuck things up. Guess I’m just fucking stupid, eh?”

You rest your forehead against the door, frowning as you listen to him talk. You’ve never heard him sound so defeated before.

“Anyway, uh… I just wanted to come around and tell you that I’m sorry. I’ll never stop being sorry for what I said. I don’t want you to move out, I want you to come back.” Tom chuckles weakly. “I don’t ever want you to leave. I can’t imagine what my life would look like without you in it, so… If you want me to, I’ll give it up. I’ll give it all up.” He pauses to suck in a breath, his voice becoming thick. “We can, uh, sell the house. Move somewhere nice. Maybe get a townhouse somewhere, or, uh, a cottage, or whatever you want, darling. I could get a normal job.” He breaks off to laugh humourlessly. “Don’t know what I’d do, but… I’d do it. For you. I’d do anything for you. So… just think about it, please.”

Tom pauses, and you watch as he reaches up to rub at his eyes. His voice cracks as he adds, “I love you.” After a final repetition of the words, he sighs and steps back. “I’ll, uh, go now. Just… Know that I’m sorry. And I love you. So much.”

He turns to leave, and you suddenly realise he’s about to walk away. You reach up and rattle the chain on your door before turning the handle, throwing it open, and stepping out into the hallway. Tom turns to look at you, and you’re shocked to see his bloodshot eyes, bright red nose, and the tear tracks that stain his cheeks.

“Tom,” you say, voice gentle. “It’s… It’s okay.”

He slowly steps back towards you, moving hesitantly until you offer him your hands. You tenderly loop your fingers together, feeling his cold digits.

“It’s not okay,” Tom mumbles, looking at you with those wide brown eyes you love so much. “I was such a dick, love. I shouldn’t have said it.”

You squeeze his hands. “You shouldn’t have,” you agree, “but it’s okay.” You gently pull one of his palms to your mouth and kiss over his knuckles a few times. “I said some things I shouldn’t have too…” You sigh gently. “I miss you, Tom.”

You’ve felt it every day. A hollowness in your heart. Tom always makes your life brighter, even when he’s not around. He leaves your mug out by the kettle when he leaves every morning, and he makes sure the fridge is stocked with your favourite fruits. Tom’s the one who neatly arranges your shoes on the shoe rack by the door, and makes sure the thermostat is set right. He always tidies up the bathroom and puts your favourite teddy right in the centre of the bed, every single day. You miss his smile, and his arms, and the love he has for you that exists even when he’s not there.

“I miss you too,” he says.

He looks so fragile that you pull him in for a hug, burying your nose in his neck and inhaling the soft tones of faded cologne. Tom clings to you, his hands digging into your back and holding you firmly. You swallow as you tilt your mouth towards his ear.

“Can I come back home?” You ask. “I don’t want to do any of this without you.”

Tom hums. After a moment more, he pulls back, but he keeps his hands wrapped around you. He looks into your eyes, a very shy smile moving out over his lips.

“I would love that,” he says. “The house isn’t the same without you.”

You move your hands around his neck and kiss him very softly, feeling a part of you flicker back to life as his gentle lips nudge up against yours.

“Thank you.” You card your fingers through his hair. “I love you.”

And there’s still so much you need to talk about and work through, but Tom pushes his forehead against yours and stares at you with so much determination that you know you’ll get there, you’ll be okay. You know that he loves you.

He kisses you again, just as gently as the first time.

“Love you too, darling,” he promises. “Love you more than anything else in the world.”

#i like to spend my free time imagining fake fight scenarios and then getting upset about them <3 hbu? #tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland blurb #mob!tom holland #hfjdhfjdfhdjfh #im sad but also happy but also sad #myblurbs #tomblurbs #tom.sfw #mob!tomfic #mob!tomblurbs #queued post