#I’m probably gonna stop spoilering these after this week ends

[the-pobble-terrarium]

OLD MAN YAOI !!!!

(I wanted to make the last two slides look more. Mopey but the colors ended up looking gross so depressed Prismo gets a big ol coat of pink <3)

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FIVE TIMES NANAMI WANTED TO PROPOSE BUT DIDN'T - NANAMI KENTO

✴︎ summary: nanami wanted to propose to you so many times - but it was never the right time, and then, there was no time left. ✴︎ contents: 18+ only, swearing, ANGST (major spoilers for jjk 120 (probably next week's episode, character death, exploration of grief, if you wish to avoid the major angst: stop reading after part 5), SMUT (fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), panty sniffing, semi public sex, nipple play, creampie, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms), pet names (love, sweetheart), happy ending (sort of?) ✴︎ wc: 10,121 (i have a problem) ✴︎ song: the archer - taylor swift (blame laney for this)

One.

The first time Kento Nanami wanted to propose to you shouldn’t count. 

And it won’t because it was when he first met you — enrolled into Jujutsu Tech along with the other first years, he first laid his eyes on you at a welcome party that the soon to be menace to his sanity, Satoru Gojo, had organized. Well, he could thank Gojo for one thing it was introducing you to the room — because he may have had to find the words to ask you himself. And he didn’t know if that was possible with his tongue in knots. 

But he managed to talk to you — mostly with Haibara leading the conversation. You were reserved, at first, but he saw the spark in your eyes whenever you spoke about something you were passionate about — reading was one, one thing you both shared a love for. 

“Yeah hauling my books to Jujutsu Tech wasn’t an easy feat, I had to ask Geto-senpai to have some of his cursed spirits help me haul it up to my dorm,” 

“By the way, you still owe me lunch for that,” Geto smirks as he slips past, and the flush that settles on your cheeks is one Nanami wanted to see — again and again. 

“Aren’t the upperclassmen supposed to buy lunch?” You grumble, pouting as Gojo interjected himself, resting himself on your shoulder with his arm, making you jump. 

“Not here, here the kouhais earn their keep,” he grins, tilting his glasses down, “can you?” 

And Nanami opens his mouth to reply, irritation creeping over his senses, before you brush Gojo off, “I’ll buy you lunch, but next time, if that’s what it’s gonna cost me, I’m going to have you two haul my books by hand up those steps,” You stick out your tongue, before your arms curl around his and Haibara, “let’s have cake,” you smile at both of them, gaze lingering on Nanami, “and we can exchange book recommendations?” 

That was the moment he wanted to propose — could see himself living in a home with you, filled with both of your books lining the walls of a personal library, but your living room as well. He could see himself falling asleep beside you as you read to him, your fingers carding through his hair. 

But no, no, it was irrational, he chided himself, as he talked to you, his lips curled in a smile that had damned him from the moment he saw it. He just had met you — he had barely been ever moved by another person, much less fallen in love. And it shouldn’t happen this quickly — it only happened this quickly in books — not in real life. 

But you — he watched you and Haibara chat and laugh — you were someone that might just be the thing of books.  

~~~~ 

Two.

The second time he wanted to propose, he didn’t care to remember. 

And he barely did. 

He remembers the facts of the mission. It was supposed to be simple — exorcise a grade 2 curse, simple enough for him and Haibara to handle by themselves. Not that they had a choice. Jujutsu Tech’s resources were already far too spread thin — Gojo himself being sent all over Japan and even overseas to handle things himself that no one should be able to. But their mission? It should have been simple — dangerous still, but simple. 

But nothing was simple when it came to curses. 

He remembers sensing the curse — the manifestation had frozen him and Haibara for a moment — their bodies taut with fear and adrenaline — but they couldn’t move. Even as the cursed spirit screeched before them, he couldn’t articulate what was happening — it was supposed to be a grade 2, it was supposed to be a grade 2, but no — this was a grade 1. 

And then it struck — Kento barely had enough time to react, but he did, pushing Haibara out of the way when it did. 

He didn’t remember much after that. 

He remembered the squelch of Haibara’s flesh, the blood seeping through his clothes, the way his body crumpled on the ground, and he remembered the next moment was the first time he landed a black flash — stunning the curse enough for him to grab Haibara and escape. 

But not enough to save him. 

Haibara had made him promise if anything had ever happened to him — he would make sure his sister wasn’t recruited to Jujutsu Tech. And he had to make the call to his family — he couldn’t bear the thought of some higher up taking advantage of their grief to manipulate another into their clutches. 

No, he couldn’t let that happen. 

And now he sat in the morgue with his body, towel covering his eyes — Geto had come and went — and now he sat waiting for the body to be examined and taken away to be burned. Burned to ash with nothing left — that was the way all sorcerers bodies were disposed of. It was if they never existed in the first place - pawns in a never ending war that would have them piled like corpses on a sacrificial pyre. 

What was the point? 

Haibara had always told him — if there was something only he could do, he would do it. And for him it was jujutsu — but wasn’t there something else? Something else for him to do that didn’t let him up like this? A body on a metal slab waiting to be incinerated. What was the point? 

Was there even a point? People lived and people died. He had lived and Haibara died, but he didn’t know why. Why or how do people live one day and disappear the next? He had seen death before but not of someone so close — someone so precious to him. And the chaos was too much for him. To be killed by another’s twisted feelings manifested into a monster — it was almost poetic if it wasn’t so fucking tragic. 

“Nanami?” And he pulls the towel from his eyes, and sees you — your eyes glassy and red tinged — tear streaks you didn’t hide well left on your face, “Nanami—“ and you don’t know what to do with yourself — as you come to him, hesitating, “can I—“ 

But he’s the one pulling you into his arms, nearly into his lap as his fingers dig into the fabric of your jacket, “I’m sorry — I’m so sorry I wasn’t there—“ your voice breaks, and it’s enough to break him — he hadn’t really cried, not around another person, but tears well at your words, as your fingers card through his hair. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for — I’m the one—“ and his voice breaks in turn, as the words stuck in his mind going round and round, until they were nearly had shattered his sanity and skull along with it, “I’m the one who couldn’t save him,” 

And you pull back to look at him with tear stained cheeks, “that’s not your fault, Nanami—“ 

“How is it not?” His words are laced with more venom that he wishes them to be, a little more bite than he wished to chew, and the hurt in your eyes was enough to make him regret speaking altogether, “I’m so—“ 

“No, it’s not your fault, Kento,” and his eyes find yours, your lips twisted in a frown, and your gaze unwavering, “I know a part of you knows that — knows that…Haibara’s death is nothing but a function of this shitty system we’ve been funneled into. Nothing more. Nothing less. And you know,” your voice grows softer, “you know Haibara wouldn’t want you blaming yourself for this. You know what he’d say?” You almost chuckle, “he’d tell you not to sweat it. To keep going. That you got it, right?” 

He gives a terse chuckle in return, shaking his head, as his head tilts into your chest again, “How do we—“ 

“I don’t know,” you murmur, you don’t need him to say more, “I don’t know how we do this without him, but we have to. We have to for him,” and your hand cups his face, tilting his chin up so he looks up at you, “together?”

And he wants to ask you then — ask you to marry him. He doesn’t know when he would get a chance. You were the only thing that made his life make sense — the only thing that made him feel okay, feel safe, for once. He was so tired of never feeling that way. And he had just lost the one other person who made him feel that way. 

He knew you wouldn’t say yes. You couldn’t. You were both so young still, still reeling from Haibara, still stuck in this system that could kill either of you at any time. But still…wasn’t that all the more reason to do it? 

But as you pulled him into another tight hug, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer in the Jujutsu world. He couldn’t — he couldn’t take another loss like this. He didn’t know if he could bear it. But as his tears wet your jacket, surrounded by you — your scent, your soft breath, your warm presence — he would try. 

He would try for you. And his eyes slid to Haibara’s body covered by a sheet — and for him. 

~~~

Three.

“After graduation, I’m leaving,” it was a late night, a couple days before graduation that he told you. The soft pitter-patter of rain was the only thing heard from int the silence before he spoke. You laid on the foot of his bed, reading a book, while he sat cross legged at the head of it, his eyes fixed on you. 

Your gaze lifts from your book, brow furrowed in confusion, “Leaving?” 

“I can’t be a jujutsu sorcerer,” his words are as plain as always, “I can’t do it. I’m going to go to college and pursue some other line of study—“ 

And you sit up slowly, putting your book aside, and he expects protests, expects you to convince him otherwise, expects you to try and stop him, but all you ask is one question, “are you sure?” 

It catches him by surprise — as you always seemed to. He could anticipate enemy attacks, analyze their next moves five steps ahead, plan three routes of escape, and even predict what garbage will come out of Satoru Gojo’s obscene mouth, but you — you always could surprise him. 

“I am,” he finally answers softly, “this society is shit, you know that. And these past few years have shown me that the difference I make isn’t worth the toll it’s taking, especially when I’m not changing anything,” 

“Kento, you do make a difference,” your fingers find his, intertwining with ease, such ease he can’t help but think that’s what it was meant for, “you do — even if you can’t see it, I just want you to know, you do. For the people you help, even if you don’t see them, for the other sorcerers you inspire, and for me,” 

And he chuckles, “even you?” And you roll your eyes, pouting — the same pout that makes him want to lean over and kiss you until your lips are utterly ruined. 

“Even me,” you toss a pillow at him, and he catches it with ease, and you scowl playfully, “y’know i’m gonna miss you, but I’m not gonna miss that,” 

“What? My quick reflex—“ and you smack him with another pillow and giggle, the noise making his lips quirk into a smile even as you laughed at him, hands covering your lips. 

“What was that, Mr. Ratio? Your quick—“ and he’s tossing a pillow right back smacking you in the face, making his lips curl in a rare grin (though not so rare when he was with you—“ 

And you pull the pillow off, your face grim, “Oh, it’s so on—“ you’re tossing a pillow, but it’s only a diversion as you lunge for him, assumedly to mess up his hair, but he’s caught you by the wrist, his other hand around your waist as he’s gotten you pinned to the bed. 

Time stops. 

He’s breathing heavily, and you are too — from the rise and fall of your chest, but he can hardly hear anything over the blood rushing in his ears. Your lips part as you look up at him — you’re dressed in your sleep clothes, a thin tank top and shorts — and it would be so easy to lean down, let his palm slide under his shirt. He sees your eyes flicker down his body the same — climbing back up before pausing at his lips. 

It wasn’t a good idea. He was leaving. You both were graduating. Who knows when he would see you again — yet, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Not when this is what he wanted for so long, when he wanted you for so long. But maybe he should — maybe it would be easier, he couldn’t ask you to leave Jujutsu Tech. Just as you couldn’t ask him to stay. He knew you would stay to honor Haibara’s memory, to carry on his legacy — the one thing sorcerers could do for their fallen comrades. 

Sometimes the only thing. 

And sometimes it was the only thing they couldn’t do.  

“Kento—“ your voice pulls him from his reverie, as your fingers brush against his cheek, “are you going to hover over me forever, let me go, or…” and your teeth graze your lip, “are you going to kiss me?” 

And he’s blinking, cheeks most assuredly flushing, as your fingers graze the back of his neck, and his mouth is dry, as he looks down on you. 

But he doesn’t need to asked twice, as he leans even closer, delighting in how your breath catches, looming over him, “do you want me to kiss you?” And the telltale quirk of his lips makes you gape at him, drawing a laugh from him. 

“I hate you,” you murmur, as his lips finally brush yours, swallowing those playfully bitter words with them — and your lips are even softer than he imagined, your fingers settling themselves on the back of his neck, brushing the hair that rested there. 

And when he pulls away; his heart squeezes at the sight of your kiss ruined lips parted as you pant slightly, eyes fluttering open to look up at him as if to ask why did you stop? And he can’t help but smile. 

“It’s too bad because I love you—“ the words slip from his mouth — but he doesn’t regret it. How can he? When he might not get another chance. 

And he thinks his heart will stop at your silence again, the pitter-patter of raindrops ringing in his ears again, before your lips finally curl. 

“You love me, huh?” You’re leaning up and kissing him, lips finding his again and again — and how is it that he’s already addicted? You taste like honey, and sunshine, and something headier — sending heat warmer than liquor throughout his body that only made him crave more of you, and you finally pull away, and you’re smiling, “good thing I love you too,” 

And he can’t believe his ears, he can’t believe you love him too — all these years he thought it was one-sided, that he was deluding himself with all the times your fingers found his, your eyes met across a classroom with a smile, and the times he found himself falling asleep next to you all those nights neither of you wanted to be asleep, your arm curled around his.  

But you did. You loved him. And he loved you. 

And as your lips met again, he knew, he knew he still couldn’t ask you. Couldn’t ask you because he knew you maybe wouldn’t say no — and he couldn’t ask that of you. Not when it wasn’t what you wanted. Not when he knew you could do the good he couldn’t bring himself to do. And you would — because you were the best person he knows. 

He loves you. And therefore he had to let you go. 

But — as he lingered over you on his bed, his body hovering over his as he dragged his thumb over your red, puffy lips, before leaning down for another kiss — 

He didn’t have to let you go this second. 

~~~~

Four.

It’s years before he sees you again. 

It wasn’t purposeful. Not exactly anyway. 

It was just easier. Easier not to have to think of you still at the place he once was. Still fighting the same curses he would have been fighting with you. Still risking your life day in and day out. While he…he only had money to worry about. To think about. To obsess about. 

Money. Money. Money. Money. 

How was this somehow shittier than what the jujutsu world? He had considered going into a more humanitarian profession, but when his goal was to retire early, why waste time? If he wanted to help people…he glances at his phone — the one vice he allowed himself,  a picture of you that you had sent him when you got promoted to Grade 1 saved as his screensaver — he could have stayed by your side. 

No, he wanted to retire. Find himself a nice place to retire to — he hadn’t decided the exact location yet. Somewhere peaceful. With nothing but beaches and sky and sand and books for him to read, to reclaim his life page by page. But to get there — he had to slop through this shit work — making the rich richer. 

The same in the jujutsu world, and the same here as well. 

And it was one day after he had exorcised a curse from his favorite bakery’s worker, he had felt anything good — anything remotely good — in far too long. Your words rang in his ears — you make a difference. 

Was he making a difference by lining the pockets of the rich? Maybe his sorcery wouldn’t change  the world, move minds or hearts, pivot the course of history — but maybe he could have his own impact. And not feel like complete shit when he woke up every morning. 

And he wouldn’t — he knew he wouldn’t — if he could just see you smile again. Even if he could just see you again. He pulls out his phone, staring at your picture. And maybe…maybe even more. 

“Hello, Gojo? I’d like to return to Jujutsu Tech,” and he hears laughter on the other end, “why are you laughing?” 

“Kento?” You drop the pen you’re holding, as he steps into your office. And your lips are parted in surprise, your eyes fixed on his, “what are you—“ 

“I’m coming back, to Jujutsu Tech, I’m going to be a sorcerer again,” and he knows what you’ll ask, he knows you’re going to ask why — you’re going to ask him if he’s sure. And he doesn’t know how to tell you except by saying it’s because of you. 

But you don’t say anything, your chair screeches back as you get up, clattering backwards and suddenly as you’re running into his arms. Your face is buried in his chest, and he can feel the tears against his shirt, and his arms curl around you, fingers running through your hair, “I missed you so much,” you murmur, and then you look up at him, fingers tracing his cheeks, gingerly moving his glasses away, “you look tired,” 

“I am, but I’m better now,” he’s murmuring — and how is it that you send him right back to where he started, right back to where you always send him. It doesn’t even take a touch — only a glance, a whiff, a second — “I missed you too,” he adds, “a lot,” 

And you push him playfully, pouting up at him, “Could have fooled me. You barely ever called or texted me all these years. You talked more to Gojo than you did me,” 

“That’s only because that flippant idiot won’t stop calling until I pick up,” he grumbles — Gojo was the last thing he wanted to talk about in his moment — his fingers caress your cheek, tracing the line of your cheekbone, “I wanted to talk to you — I did, I just, I knew if I talked to you, I might say something I’d regret,” 

“And what would you regret saying to me?” You raise an eyebrow, and his eyes are sliding away from him. 

Asking you to come see him, asking you to leave Jujutsu Tech for him, asking you to be with him — every question that he wanted to ask, but never could. 

“It’s not important—” and your hand cups his cheek guiding his eyes back to yours, and he knew you weren’t going to let this go, “If I talked to you, I knew it would end one of three ways — one, I’d ask you to leave Jujutsu Tech; two, I’d come back to Jujutsu Tech; or three, you’d ask me one of these yourself — but I knew I couldn’t do that,” 

And your brows knit together, “Why not?” 

“Because it had to be our own decision — I couldn’t leave and you couldn’t leave, just because the other asked,” he murmurs, his gaze softening, “it wouldn’t be fair to either of us — or the other — to feel like the only reason we’re together was because of guilt or want for the other, not for ourselves,” 

You consider his words for a moment, “I would have left if you asked me,” 

“I know, and I would have come back if you had,” 

“But we didn’t,” and your fingers cup his face, “you remember what I said to you that night that we kissed?” 

And he swallows the lump in his throat, his heart rattling against his chest, “You said, you didn’t want to go further because it would only hurt more when we had to go our separate ways,” and your hand slides up his chest slowly, the other already resting against his neck, and his find their way to you — one hand holding your waist and the other cupping your cheek, “but we’re not separate anymore, are we?”  

“I hope the wait was worth it,” you smile, as both close the gap, lips meeting again and again — and you taste the same, but even better somehow — and he’s only pulling you closer, lips curled in a smile so wide that he hadn’t felt in so long, so long.

“Always, when it's you,” he murmurs against your lips, before his lips begin to trail kisses down your jaw and then your neck, his teeth brushing against your pulse, pulling a gasp from your lips, “good girl,” And he feels your knees buckle against his and he’s walking you backwards into the edge of your desk, “is anyone left on campus?” and you’re shaking your head, your eyes flitting to the door, as he makes you sit on your desk, thighs parted for him to settle between. 

“The door—” 

“Locked,” he replies, drawing back only a moment to take in the image before him — your lips red and ruined, chest rising and falling as you look disheveled at best, sexed at worst, and your eyes — your eyes swirled with lust, half lidded and desperate for his touch— “didn’t want any interruptions,” 

Just as he was. 

His fingers draw up a strand of your hair and kisses it, and your lips part, “Kento, please—” 

“Please, what, my love?” his voice is low and teasing, as his fingers peel back your jacket, pulling it off your shoulders, “you’re going to have to be more specific,” his lips find your neck, soft, wet kisses that has your body leaning into his, “I’m not a mind reader,” 

“But you are a tease,” you pout, and he only smiles, leaning down to do the thing he always wanted to — he kisses the pout off your lips, moaning lightly when your lips part for his tongue, his hands dragging down your sides, as your fingers loosen his tie, “I think you will be doing overtime with me today, Nanami-Sensei,” 

And he grunts, as your fingers free him of his tie, joining your jacket on the floor, “I’m not going to be a teacher, just a sorcerer,” his teeth graze right under your chin, nibbling, “so you’re the only sensei here — are you going to teach me what you’ve learned the last few years?” 

And you toy with the top button of his blue button-up, “Oh, I’ll teach you, Kento,” and you’re starting to undo his buttons, as he busies himself undoing yours, “the question is whether you can handle it,” 

“Beautiful,” he murmurs in reverence, and his fingers finally undo the buttons, sliding your shirt off your shoulders, eyes raking over your chest — sharp blue gaze lingering on the erect nipples poking through the fabric for your bra, “You’ve always been the one thing I can’t handle,” his mouth leans down, closing around one clothed nipple, while he teased the other with his fingers, and he delights in your gasp, the noise sending heat right down to his already aching cock, “but I’m willing to try, my love,” 

“You still love me?” You murmur, as he shrugs off his own shirt, perfect abs teasing into a v-line, all this muscle hidden under his business attire — and you knew he still must work out, and he did. He did in case he ever needed to come back — come back for you. 

“Who says I ever stopped?” His nose buried in the nape of your neck now, as his fingers teasingly snap the strap of your bra, “you smell so good, so perfect,” and his fingers undo your bra and it joins the pile of clothes growing on the floor, “there wasn’t a day I didn’t think about you — a night that i didn’t dream of you, that I didn’t want you,” 

“Kento—“ you whimper, as he tugs at your skirt, a quick glance for your nod, and he slides it down your legs, bunching at your ankles until you kick it off. Your cheeks burn as he’s kissing your way down your body, his mouth teasing the other nipple he had neglected, trailing hot kisses down your stomach, until he reaches the fabric of your panties, “I need—“ 

“Been wanting to taste this for so long,” and he’s kneeling between your parted thighs, still calloused fingers parting your plush flesh, tongue flicking over his dry lips at the sight of the dark wet patch at the crotch of your underwear. And you look down at him, eyes glazed over with unadulterated lust that is almost enough to have him cumming in his pants, “so sweet,” he’s murmuring as he noses your clothes cunt, and you jerk, as he pulls the crotch aside, “wonder if you taste as sweet as you smell,” 

“Kento—“ and his tongue drags over the length of your dripping cunt, nose bumping against your clit, as your thighs curl around him, pulling him closer, closer — “fuck—“ 

“Such a filthy mouth,” he tuts, smiling against your cunt as his tongue teases your folds, “almost as filthy as you are down here,” and his finger begins to part your walls, making your thighs shake and quake, his lips close around your clit, sucking. 

You’re a mess of moans and pants, hips grinding against his touch, as one hand tries to muffle your moans, the other is curled in his blonde locks, “taste even better than I imagined — just f’me, only for me,” You’re so close, as he parts your folds with another finger, sinking knuckle deep, as his fingers brush against that one spot that has you parting your lips in a silent moan, head thrown back — and the heat deep in your stomach is going to snap. 

KNOCK KNOCK. 

You both freeze, your cunt jerking around his fingers, as you bite your lip — maybe if you’re silent, they’ll go away— but Kento clicks his tongue, a smile on his glossy  cum covered lips, mouthing, “Speak,” and you gape at him, chest still heaving, as you shake your head, before he’s curling his fingers just right. 

Fucker. 

You hear Gojo’s voice, calling your name, “You in there?” 

You swallow thickly, meeting Kento’s gaze — he’s not backing down, “Yeah, sorry I’m in the middle of something — do you need something?” 

“I was just wondering if you heard from a certain salaryman, or should I say, ex-salaryman?” the very one that was burying his face back in your still sensitive pussy, slurping and licking, despite Gojo being right outside. 

You have to bite back your moans, swallowing them as you speak, “You mean Nana—ah—mi?” And you feel the very same sorcerer smirk against your abused cunt, a third finger finding its way inside you, “ha-haven’t heard from him, and what do mean ‘ex?’” 

You do your best at acting, but it’s hard when his mouth closes around your clit, sucking hard, as your fingers curl in his hair, biting your lip so hard, as he fucks your pussy in earnest with his fingers — how can Gojo not hear the nasty squelch of your cunt? 

“He left his job. He’s coming back to Jujutsu Tech,” and he takes a beat, “I’ll take my leave,” and he chuckles, “have fun you two, and Nanami?” You feel your face flush, “don’t be too rough with her — we need our best teacher available to teach tomorrow,” 

You hear his laugh all the way down the hall, and you’re covering your face — those fucking six eyes — but Kento’s tugging your hands away, “Pay attention to the one who’s filling you, love,” and he’s burying his face in your cunt, fucking you even harder — hitting that spot over and over, until you cum, back arching, as he’s pulling his fingers out to lap up the slick dripping from you, “delicious,” he murmurs, kissing your still sensitive clit, before he’s looking up at you — all fucked out, your chest rising and falling with every pant, your lips kiss ruined red — “and so beautiful,” 

His licks his lips clean of your cum, wiping the rest with the back of his hand, as he rises to your feet, “Kento, please,” you’re murmuring, his hands slide over your body, squeezing your hips, “I need you,” 

“What do you need—“ and his words are cut off by your fingers reaching for his buckle, the clink of the metal as you undid it, along with the button, tugging his pants and boxers down.

He hisses as his too sensitive dick slaps his stomach, your lips parting, eyes in a trance, “So pretty, Kento,” your fingers traces one of his veins to his already leaking tip, “and so fucking big,” you murmur, teasing the bead of precum on his slit, making him groan, “can’t wait to have this inside me — been waiting ten years,” 

And he’s sliding your hand away, pressing his hips flush to yours, as your legs wrap around his waist, “That long huh?” And his lips find yours again, letting you taste yourself, “and I thought I was the only one pining,” 

“So you admit you were pining for me?” And he laughs, as you smile up at him — like all the times he had hoped you would — “I had a crush from almost the moment I met you,” 

“You could have fooled me,” he presses kisses up and down your jaw, drawing a moan from both of you as he teases your puffy clit with his aching tip, “I thought you had a crush on Geto,” and you scoff. 

“Geto? So you were jealous of him — that’s why you always had that sour look whenever I studied with him,” you grin even wider, “well you had nothing to worry about - I had a crush on very gloomy boy and no one else ever caught my eye,” 

And he softly smiles, and it seems to ebb away the years — the trauma and the tiredness — and left only him, your Kento. 

“Is that right?” He asks before kissing you again, his fingers finding the back of your neck to deepen the kiss, as you moaned, muffled by his mouth, “I want—“ 

“I know, me too, please — don’t keep me waiting any longer,” and how could he refuse a request like that? 

He’s sinking into you, thick cock parting your dripping folds until he hilts himself fully in you, his fingers digging your hips — and you’re so full, too full. And you’re perfect — perfect walls wrapped around him, so warm and so tight — it’s enough for him to neatly blow his load then and there. 

But he can’t, can’t when he’s waited this long to do this. You’re whimpering, “S’good, Kento, too good,” your walls flutter around him as his hips shift lightly, “please, please move—“ his hands find your legs, lifting them higher to find a better angle, fingers digging into your soft thighs. 

And his hips slowly thrust into you, edging you with his shallow thrusts, and you’re whining, “Kento—“ 

“Look at the mess you’re making all over your desk,” he’s guiding your gaze with two fingers on your chin, making you watch where his cock is sunk into you, “taking me so well, practically swallowing me, good fuckin’ girl,” he grunts, “want it harder? Want me to fuck you?”

Your desk is already creaking under your weights and the movements, you’re nodding wordlessly, lips parted, “Kento, please, I need—“ and you watched his cock pull out only to slam back in. Your head falls back, moaning his name again and again. 

The squelch of your cunt rang in his ears over and over, as he grunts, barely keeping himself from cumming, especially when you begin to roll your hips into him, “You’re so pretty, and all mine — just mine,” and his lips find yours again, just as your walls flutter at his words, “like that? Like it when I claim you, love with my cock fucking you?” And his vulgar words only makes you tighter, and he grunts, “‘m close, sweetheart,” 

“Me too—g’nna cum—“ and his dick reaches that spot right as his thumb bears down on your clit, teasing it in circles, until you’re moaning his name as you cum. Your walls clamp down, soaking his cock, a white ring of cum around his base as he fucks you through your orgasm. 

His eyes meet yours as you do, watching your high overcome you, twitching and moaning — and he doesn’t last much longer. His hips stutter against you in shallow thrusts until he’s notching himself deep inside, groaning as he cums, hot seed painting your walls white. 

“So perfect,” he murmurs, as he kisses your sweat slicked forehead, “so good,” and he’s grunting as he pulls out, watching your mixed releases trickle out, leaking all over your desk and onto the floor. He drags his cock over your weeping cunt, watching it flutter around nothing. 

“Kento,” you murmur, gazing up at him, utterly blissed out as your lips curl, your legs slipping off his waist as he settles down on your desk, “I love you,” 

And his heart squeezes — is he dreaming? He must be dreaming — because nothing in his life has ever been so good. So wonderful. So perfect. It didn’t happen for him — it never happened for him. 

“I love you too,” he murmurs reverently, his fingers trailing over your jaw, “so much — you don’t know how much, darling,” 

“Think you can quantify it for me, Mr. Salaryman?” And he snorts, burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

“Don’t call me that,” he kisses your neck — you smelled so good, were you real? 

“Then what should I call you?” 

And he wanted to ask you then — ask you to call him your husband, to marry you, to buy that ring he had looked at from time to time when he thought about marrying you. But you just found your way back to each other — hell, he had just slept with you in your office, not even a bed. It was too soon, but — his lips curled — he was closer than he had ever been before. And he wouldn’t wait, he wouldn’t hesitate, not when it was you. He wouldn’t let you slip through his fingers. 

He smiles, “Just call me yours.” 

~~~~ 

Five.

Today was the day. 

He was finally going to ask. That’s what he thought when he looked at you, still in bed, bathed in the dappled sunlight let in by his parted curtains. You were still fast asleep beside him, body curled up so your body was pressed against him. He ran his fingers through your hair gently not to wake you, “I love you,” he murmurs, as opens his bedside drawer, pulling a ring box and notecard from it — and he stares at it. 

He’d ask you. He would ask you to marry him — finally take you on that vacation to Malaysia you both had talked about for too long, read all the books you both had put off, and lounge on the beach — and do much more in your hotel room. And then maybe, maybe he could ask you to retire from jujutsu. 

He had always promised himself, promised that he wouldn’t be a sorcerer when he got married. He couldn’t bear the thought of leaving a family behind to mourn him — but even more than that, he couldn’t bear the thought to lose you, to call you his wife, call you his soulmate — and have you fall away from him. 

He would rather be the one to die. 

But this way — he rises, grabbing his clothes for the day, and slipping the ring and the note into his coat pocket — neither of you would have to worry about losing the other. At least to a curse. 

“Where are we going?” You giggle as he drags you along the street, packed with people, more than usual. He keeps you close, an arm wrapped around you, especially for a Wednesday evening. What date was it? He had seemingly lost track of everything he had planned. 

“It’s Halloween,” you remind him without him asking the question, “explains all costumed people and the packed streets — we should definitely avoid Shibuya — the crowds there would be insane,” 

“How’d you know—“ and you tap his forehead with a smile. 

“I could see your gears grinding, Kento,” you smile, resting your head against his shoulder, “and it’s just like you to forget it’s Halloween,” 

“Is it?” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “well good thing I have you to remind me,”

“Very good thing, and I have you to remind me about everything else,” and he nods, and you elbow him, “you don’t have to remind me of that much!”

“You were leaving the house yesterday and you forgot your wallet, keys, and purse — you almost forgot to put on shoes—“ and you’re covering his mouth his your hand. 

“How about you remind me about where we’re going?” And he smiles against your hand, before kissing it gently, pulling it from his lips and kissing the back of your hand as well, making you flush. 

“Why ruin the surprise—” and then both of your phones ring — the two of you share a dark look, glancing at your phones and seeing the same message — Emergency: veil has fallen over certain areas of Shibuya. All available sorcerers report. 

“I guess we are going to Shibuya,” you sigh, running your fingers through your hair, “we should—” 

“We should stop by the apartment — we both left all our equipment there and I need to change,” and you nod, as his fingers toy with the ring box in his pocket, a sigh stuck in his throat. When will he ever get the chance to do this right? Finally, he had worked up the nerve and this—this had to happen. 

“Hey,” you cup his cheek, a soft smile on your face, “I’m sorry our plans are falling through, and just when I was going to make you give up this secret surprise,” 

His lips curl, as his arm pulls you even closer,  “I don’t recall agreeing to give up any secrets,” and you lean up and kiss him, soft and sweet quickly turning heady — neither of you were ones for public displays — but for some reason, it just felt right. And you part, breath warming his lips with a wide grin. 

“Oh, you would have,” and he laughs, squeezing your hips, as he rests his forehead against yours, “We’ll pick this up right after we deal with this problem.” 

He nodded, leaning down to kiss you again and again, his fingers still toying with the box in his pocket. And he wanted to ask right then, just drop to his knee in the middle of this packed street full of costumed weirdos and freaks, mission be damned, jujutsu be damned — but he didn’t want to do it like this. 

He wanted it to be a time where both of you were safe, where you could celebrate without the fear of danger beating down your necks, where he could talk to you, hold you, kiss you — without fear it would be the last. Because he always wondered when it would be the last. But it wouldn’t be — he’d do anything to make it back, to finally take that step with you, the one he’d been waiting for over ten years to take. Take that vacation you both wanted with his ring on your finger, and retirement from Jujutsu around the corner. 

And he squeezes your hand, “Promise?” and you lean into him, pulling him along the street back to your shared apartment. 

“Promise.” 

~~~ 

He wouldn’t be able to keep his promise. 

That’s what kept repeating in his mind with every step he took. He couldn’t really feel much — not anymore. That special grade curse had burned him — burned half of his body to a crisp, he could barely smell the burning flesh anymore. All he could do was keep moving. Moving. Moving. Moving. 

But he didn’t want to move anymore — he was tired. So tired. He couldn’t feel much, but he could feel the weight of having to keep going, even if he didn’t want to. 

And now, he stands before a swarm of…curses? Transfigured humans? He didn’t know — he could barely see at this point out of his one remaining eye — he could barely keep it open, still drooping even as the monsters loomed before him. 

“Malaysia…Yeah, Malaysia…Kuantan would have been nice,” the recommendation he had gotten from Mei Mei when trying to decide on a vacation for you and him to take — who better to ask than the woman with all the time and money in the world, a little brother who’d take her anywhere she wished. You both had settled on Malaysia, still panning out the details of when, but he had planned to surprise you with open ended tickets for the both of you — paid extra for them, in case something came up. 

He almost chuckles. Something always came up. 

Maybe if you both had liked it enough, he’d have a private home built for the two of you — with the little library nook you always dreamed of having, finally getting around to reading the countless books you both had bought and never read, go through page by page and take back the time you both have lost. 

But right now each step felt like an eternity as he walked. 

Where was he going again? Oh yes, to help Fushiguro. And what about Naobito and Maki? What had happened to them? There wasn’t much he could do about that. 

Tired. He was so tired. I’ve done enough, haven’t I? 

Hadn’t he done enough? He thought he had done enough when he left — left it all behind like a nightmare he didn’t care to revisit. Left the loss, the pain, the anger — the curses really — all behind him, in exchange for another set — greed, money, power. What was really the best option? Had he made the right choice? 

But then he thought about you. 

Your smiles, your touch, your kisses, your laughs — all the times he spent with you — slow mornings spent reading the paper together over coffee and toast from the bakery you always went out of your way to buy his favorites from; lazy evenings spent watching movies or reading, your legs intertwined as you did, his arm around your shoulders, until you plucked the book from his fingers made it so you were only thing his eyes were on; and sleepless but perfect nights spent in each other’s arms. The many times he wanted to ask you — the one question he never got to ask you still burned on the tip of his tongue like a curse unspoken, and he knew if he spoke it now, it would be one. 

And so he did what he did best, he dispatched the curses, quick and easy. And his lips curled despite himself — at the thought of you. He could almost feel your lips on his still from earlier, the sweet scent of you instead of the smell of blood or burning flesh, he could almost see you too. 

A hand rested on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. 

Mahito stared back at him. 

Oh. Oh. 

It was over. 

I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry I can’t keep my promise. I’m sorry I can’t propose. I’m sorry I can’t marry you. I’m sorry I can’t have the life we wanted. I’m sorry I came back only to leave you with the worst curse of them all. 

“I didn’t know you were here,” Nanami says, staring back at the curse — and it reminds of that time — that time Mahito had him in his domain, he truly had resigned himself to death. Resigned himself to die — and then Itadori had come crashing in, crashing in as he did his life, saving him. Saving him by not only by his very existence as Sukuna’s vessel, but by just his sheer strength. 

That kid had really grown on him — he didn’t want him to. Not when he had the same positivity, the same smile, the same kindness…as Haibara. It was illogical. He wasn’t Haibara — he was Sukuna’s vessel, and he wouldn’t acknowledge him, he wouldn’t until he proved himself. But he’d protect him, and he would do what he could. Because being a child isn’t a sin — but perhaps, being a jujutsu sorcerer is one. 

“Yup. The whole time,” Mahito replies, lips upturned in a slight smile, “Wanna chat? We go way back, after all,” 

Nanami’s eyes shift to the floor, the muddied and bloodied tiles underneath his feet — he didn’t care to divulge his deepest feelings to a curse. There were only two people he could talk to about this — and one of them, he supposed, was now closer to his being than the other. 

Haibara, what the hell was I trying to do? He asks in his mind, not even daring to say the words aloud, I ran. Even though I ran away, I came back with the vague reason of finding the work worthwhile. 

And then he sees him. Haibara appears in front of him, patented smile on his lips, as he points south — points right at— 

“Itadori,” Mahito says, his eyes narrowing. 

“Nanamin!” his eyes wide as he takes in his state — oh, he had hoped no one would see him like this, much less Yuji. He had already been through so much, so young — hell, he had already died once. He didn’t deserve to see this. He didn’t deserve to grow up like this — to have his youth ripped away. But, did any of them deserve it? 

It was a marathon, a marathon that they found themselves in that headed only towards a pile of corpses — but each time, they had to pass the baton before they stopped. 

Could he finally stop? 

He had dropped his baton so long ago, dropped and left the track, but he knew it would be picked up by another and another and another — but it was his baton, his baton that Haibara had handed him before he died in his arms. 

No, Haibara. That’s not right. I can’t say that to him. It’ll just end up becoming a curse for him. 

But it’s a curse every jujutsu sorcerer had to bear — made to bear until there were either no curses or no sorcerers left. 

But he couldn’t regret it now. 

“Itadori,” his lips curl, smiling for the last time, “you’ve got it from here.” 

He couldn’t keep his promise to you — but he kept his one to Haibara. 

And you’d pay the price. 

~~~

This wasn’t real. Was it? 

You stood outside your shared apartment with Kento. Finally a stop to the fighting for a month for everyone to train — enough time for you to retrieve some cursed weapons you had left behind — not knowing the fight would drag on for this long. You had considering sending someone — maybe not Ijichi but someone else to retrieve them, but right now, you couldn’t bear the thought of someone else rifling through Kento’s things. Moving the things that he had placed just so — the last remnants of his life, the marks he left that proved he was there, that he lived — that he had lived. 

Lived. Past tense. And now you were still living — living in a world without him. 

You inserted your key and turned the lock, opening the door. And it did, just like it had every day. Each day you’d open it — sometimes before Kento, other days after — but each time, there was always a meal Kento had prepped or bought waiting for you. 

And this was the first time that there wasn’t. 

Not only a meal — there was no one waiting for you. Not here. 

You closed the door behind you — no longer a home, just an apartment. You needed to remember the things you needed, your mind was nowhere to be found, and fled the country when you had heard the news. You didn’t cry. Not at first. 

Yuji was the one to tell you. He shouldn’t have been the one to see it. You knew it haunted his dreams, you knew he blamed himself, you knew — because Kento had done the same. So you hugged him, let him cry silently into your shirt, comforted him the best you could — because you knew that’s what Kento would have wanted. 

He loved Yuji — he loved Ino too, and the other students all held a special place for him, but Yuji — Yuji was a special case. You knew that from the moment he had spoken about him. 

“Gojo wants me to mentor Sukuna’s vessel,” he told you one night in bed, having returned from a mission and having a drink with Gojo — not a real drink, Kento had clarified, since it had no alcohol in it — but a drink nonetheless. 

“He has a name, Kento. Itadori. He’s sweet,” you smile, you had met him and all the other first years from teaching, “he’s a good kid — very new to all of this, but he has a good heart and some good skills under his belt.” 

“A vessel for the ticking time bomb has a good heart? Glad to hear it,” he sighs, running his hands through his hair, “I don’t know — he was a normal kid two minutes ago, and now he’s running around with Gojo feeding him Sukuna’s fingers every second,” he leans back against the headrest, “what am I supposed to make of this? I’m not even a teacher,” 

“And what have you been doing with Ino?” you raise an eyebrow, “that kid is constantly after you, dogging your every step — he looks up to you. “And I know a lot of the other students do too, the ones that know you,” 

“It’s—” 

“You should do this. It would be good for you,” and he’s hesitating, “Yuji needs a sorcerer to guide him — teach him the basics that Gojo has neglected to do, and show him how a proper jujutsu sorcerer who isn’t…a special case like Gojo, operates.” 

Kento’s lips curl, “You know you can call him a moron,” 

“Why call him that when I have you to call him that for me?” you snort, “now what do you say?” 

And he eventually agreed — and it was the best decision for him. It gave him more purpose, more drive — he seemed even more fulfilled — the most you had seen him professionally fulfilled in quite some time. 

“You got it from here.” 

His last words to Yuji. You almost have to scoff at the poeticness of it all — the same words Haibara had told him. The ones he hadn’t told you for nearly a decade, until one night he had told you what he said. 

“And why didn’t you leave any words for me, Kento?” you ask the empty apartment before you, “for so long, we didn’t have each other — we couldn’t. And we finally find our way back, we finally do all the things we said we would — you’re gone, again,” your voice breaks, “I wish, I wish you were here. I wish I could see you. I wish—” and you break off. 

There’s no point for wishing for things that can’t happen. You had things to do, and little time to waste. You needed to get stronger too. You needed to be useful. You needed to fight. You couldn’t tarnish Kento’s memory, or — you look at a picture that you had taken of him and Yuji a few days before outside a convenience store you had stopped by after a mission — his legacy. 

You searched for the things you needed, placing them in cloth bags and then paper bags for easy and inconspicuous transport, but you needed to label them. You searched your apartment for a pen — but apparently you had misplaced every single one that you had — where the hell were all the pens? A question you’d usually ask Kento and he’d produce one from thin air. No matter what you lost or what you needed — he had it. 

He always had it. 

If he did always have what you needed, then maybe…you walk into the bedroom, over to his nightstand — he often kept a notebook for thoughts and notes in his bedside table so maybe—-

And there it was — a pen, but it wasn’t the pen that made you pause — it was the two things beside it. 

A notecard and a ring box. 

A ring box. 

Your hands shake, and you almost want to close the drawer. Forget you say anything. Continue with the work you’re doing. It would hurt less. 

But you can’t. You can’t. 

You reach for the notecard first, fingers shaking as you gingerly pick it up — and you can tell this wasn’t the first he had written on. You could see the indentations from his pen, this card underneath the others as he had wrote. But his handwriting was neat, yet messy at the same time — his patented half print, half cursive scrawl that he hadn’t left. 

Your legs buckle and you sit down on the edge of the bed — the side he used to sleep on, his arm wrapped around your waist, face buried in your back, his lips brushing against your skin when he finally stirred. And now it was empty. 

My love, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to ask you this. I’ve thought of ways to ask for years — I had to write it down just so I didn’t mince my words or ramble — you know I’m not one to drag out conversations. I love you. I’ve always loved you from the moment I met you — I know you’d tease me for pining for you, but I did pine for you and I’ve pined for you every second we’re apart. The other times I’ve wanted to ask you, the timing never worked out. But we have the time now, don’t we? Will you do me the honor of being your husband? I’ll spend every second making you happy, because that’s what you deserve, sweetheart. Only the best. 

And your tears splatter against the corner of the card, before you put it down, as you let your sobs overcome you, screams you didn’t know you were capable of making— you didn’t even realize it was you, until your throat began to ache. 

Why? Why? Why? 

It wasn’t real, this wasn’t happening. 

And your fingers reach for the ring box now, opening it only to feel more tears well — it was the ring you had showed him. One you had showed him one late night when it had showed up somewhere or another — you hadn’t even thought about the ring again. Until now. 

You can’t bear to touch it. You can’t. Not when he wasn’t there to pull it from its box and slip it onto your finger. And he never would be. Not until you saw him again — one way or another. 

You snap the box closed, tears slipping down your cheeks as you placed the box and card back into the drawer — noticing something else underneath — a printout? And you pull the papers out, scanning it. 

You almost sob. A trip to Kuantan, Malaysia. The trip you two had talked about for months, but never had gone on. The trip was more for Kento than it was for you — and it was for you, in a way, because what you wanted the most was to just be with him. Time was all you wished for with him — all you wanted — but you knew you could have spent every moment with him for the last ten years and it wouldn’t have been enough. 

It would never have been enough. 

“I miss you,” you speak to the ghosts that fill your mind and haunt your dreams — Kento and Yu, “I hope you’re at peace. I hope you’re lying on a beach somewhere, reading the books you wanted to read, drinking an expensive drink, and eating the bread you love — I promise, I’ll find my way to you, someday,” 

And you place the things back in the drawer, and shut it. 

For now, you had other things to do. Other people to protect, other curses to exorcise. But — you stare at the picture of the two of you on your nightstand — his love was the one curse you could never give up. 

~~

Many months later. 

You take that vacation he wanted. Packing the books he always wanted to read. Pocketing the ring he wanted to propose to you with. You’d pack a few shirts of his to wear on the beach, and maybe he would be lying beside you in spirit. You would find that beach he wanted to take you to — the one he had written down and had looked up several times while booking your trip. 

You kept the seat beside you on the plane empty but you ordered a glass of wine and a sandwich for him regardless. You know you would have ended up ordering because he likely would have fallen asleep — old man he always was. And if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was sitting in the seat beside you. 

He wasn’t dead. Not really, you think as you sit in the beach in one of his deep blue button ups thrown over your swimsuit, reading one of his books page by page, taking back the time that was stolen from him with your own — minutes and hours and days you’d wish you could take off your own and give to him. 

He was alive, he was alive as long as you were, as long as the people who he was important to were alive. And he was alive — alive in your head and your heart and your very soul. 

You read his proposal aloud as the sun sets, tears slipping down your face as you slip his ring onto your finger. And there it would stay. 

Stayed all the seconds, minutes, hours, days, and years you lived -- lived in the house you built in Malaysia when all was said and done for you in the jujutsu world, just as Kento had wanted. Stayed until you finally saw him again. Saw him standing beside Haibara, softly smiling behind him, as your eyes fluttered open as he greeted you. Lips curled in that same smile that damned you from the moment you saw it. 

“Don’t keep me waiting, love,” he smiles, the same words you had said to him, “we’ve both waited long enough, haven’t we?” 

But neither of you had to wait anymore — as you run into his arms, warm and made of flesh and blood and real, so real — you had forever now. 

✴︎ a/n: first, i'm so sorry lol. i don't know how the spirit of gege possessed me but i decided to inflict some pain. i have to thank @laneysmusings for proofing this for me and having to endure this pain. I also want to credit @/tempenensis for their post on haibara / jjk 120 that helped inspire/inform the third to last scene (but they don't like self-insert so i am not gonna tag them, but you should check out their tumblr!

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Luke Castellan x Child of Apollo!reader - Last date

A/N: guys I’ve still got a few pics that are coming out in this weekend, after those are out I’ll probably create a first masterlist!! Also, there are two series that are going to start in the near future, one for king Baldwin and another one for Countess Nadia so if you’re interested stay tuned!

P.S.: this time I don't know where the paining is from, so if you know whose artist is this from please tell me, I'd really appreciate the help☺️

Warning: angst, mentions of betrayal, SPOILERS for the PJO story (whether it’s books, series or movies). Oh and reader is described as female

I think Luke would’ve been restless for weeks trying to figure out what to say to you when the time would’ve come for him to reveal his secret alliance with Kronos, what words would be best fit to make the idea sound more appealing, to increase the chances of you joining him against the Olympians

But as much as he pondered his words, as much as he tried to convince himself that in the end you’d choose him, there was this feeling he had that you wouldn’t follow him this time. And that made him spiral even further, made him try to push down the dooming feeling and focus instead on how to sound even more convincing, how to just get him to listen to him… or more precisely, listen to Kronos

But deep down, he knew that his choices were gonna make him lose you

Although at some point Luke finally seemed to realize that he got so lost in his own thoughts that he started neglecting you. Well, he didn’t really realize it on his own, it was Connor who made him snap back to reality with his dumb jokes

“Hey Luke you keep ignoring your girl and I’m just gonna steal her away. Bet you wouldn’t even notice huh.” Yeah he got a few slaps on the back of his neck for that

But Connor’s harmless words were not so wrong. He didn’t even realize how long it’s been since he even talked to you properly other than kissing you good morning and goodnight

He didn’t even realize how close the end of summer was getting, which, if he didn’t succeed, might’ve been the last months the two of you would spend together

After a little pause to just panic and frantically walk around the Hermes’ cabin trying to make out what to do, he got an idea

You’ve always love theaters, not only to watch the plays, but also to bask in the atmosphere of it all

And he remembered that when he stumbled upon an abandoned theater in a town not too far from Camp

He knew right then and there that he was gonna take you there that night, so that you could forgive him for his absence and he could forget about the rest on the world and focus on you. Nothing else but you

It didn’t take long for him to steal find a necklace that he knew you would’ve loved to wear, a little trinket that would make him be always near to your heart, even when he wouldn’t have been by your side anymore

He left it in a nice little box on your pillow, along with a little note…

I’m sorry I disappeared, I’ll make it up to you I swear. Meet me at the forest tonight I’m taking you to a place

Your mild disappointment in Luke’s absence quickly morphed into curiosity as you held the note in you hand, holding the necklace close to your heart as you tried to fight back the smile at the thought of his mysterious surprise 

Once you reached your rendezvous, he was already there, impatiently waiting for you, holding his hand out to you with an apologetic smile

The walk to the theater, which you still didn’t know was your last stop, was about two hours long, and you mostly spend that time walking silently hand in hand, exchanging very few words

Silence wasn’t anything new between you two, it was actually quite common for you to spend some silent, quality time in each other’s company, with no sound but the world around you

But this time felt different, you could feel that his silence had ulterior motives other than the comfort of quietness

You asked him about it, and he brushed it off saying that his counselor duties have worn him out lately. It was the biggest lie he could’ve told you, but you didn’t question the truth of his words

Because you’d trusted him completely since day one

It broke his heart even further to see how blindly you believed his excuses, so oblivious of the true reason behind his weird behavior. It made him wonder, how broken will you be when you’ll find out the truth

For a moment though, even if brief, all his sorrows disappeared when you finally reached the grandiose abandoned theater, whose splendor still made it stand out despite years of neglect, and your eyes lit up like two new stars to be added to the night sky

You basically rushed him in at that point, earning a laugh from him as he followed you inside

Once you were right before the stage, he swiftly got on top of it before turning around and charmingly offering you his hand to help you up as well

He looked at you for a second, almost entering in a trance as he got lost in the sight of you. But once you called him out, he sheepishly laughed before moving to grab his phone in his pocket, putting some music on before placing it on the ground and turning once again towards you

He knelt before you dramatically, speaking with a mockingly resounding tone, "My lady, would you do me the immense honor of granting me this dance?" You just laughed and nodded

You both danced together, slowly swaying around the stage while holding each other close

You noticed that, as he smiled fondly at you, his smile didn’t really reach his eyes

You wanted to believe what he’d told you, you really did. But there was this gut feeling in you that told you that there was something else going on

“You sure everything’s fine? You don’t look like you’re just tired babe..”, “No no I’m fine, I swear it! I just… I need to be with only you right now.”

You spent so much time there together, that in the end it would’ve been too tiring to go back to Camp straight away, so you opted to spend the rest of the night there

Well, more than opting to it was Luke who begged you to spend the night there with him, forget the rest, you’re both old enough to not have to respond to any of your godly parents

Thinking back to that day, you wonder if you should’ve gotten worried at his bitter words against the gods, instead of simply taking it as his natural aversion to the Olympians

You fell asleep first, lying on the dusty, hard pavement, while Luke stroked your cheek lovingly, staring at your body with a look that he’d spared you the sight of

His heart was about to shatter into a million pieces, all because he knew that this might’ve been his last time spending the night with you, being this close to you

In less than a week, Percy and Annabeth were coming back to Camp, and if they’d succeeded than it wouldn’t take much for them to find out the truth about the theft of Zeus’ lighting 

And as much as he wanted to believe his own delusions that you were going to stay by his side through the whole things, he knew that would never be

And he tried, he really tried so hard to keep in his true emotions for the whole evening, but he couldn’t take him anymore when he saw the necklace he’d gifted you just hours before around your neck

And the promise ring he’d given you on your first anniversary

And the little heart he drew on your arm the day before to annoy you

All little things that brought back the memories of almost four years he’d been with you. All memories of something that will soon end

It makes him wonder if you’ll keep all his little gifts, or if you’ll burn and rip and break everything that reminded you of him

He barely registered the tears that fell from his eyes as he held on to you for dear life as if you’d disappear if he didn’t hold you firmly enough

His cries became more intense as time passed, but he remained careful not to be loud enough to wake you up from your slumber. It was a mixture of unintelligible declarations of love and apologies, that he repeated like a prayer

Because in the end, he was indeed praying

Praying for you to see the reasoning behind his actions, for you to realize that he was in the right and that you had to follow him in this revolution 

And if you wouldn’t grant him this wish, then at least he prayed you’d still harbor the same love that you felt for him for all these years, that you will someday be able to forgive him, leave a place for him into your heart

[jobean12-blog]

All the Small Things

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word Count: 3,111

Summary: You’re the new girl and Eddie is everything you need. 

Author’s Note: No one asked for this but here it is and I really have to say, I had so much fun writing it. I adore him and I couldn’t get this out of my head. For this we’re just going to say everyone is in High School still- including Steve and the reader and Eddie are both 18 (Eddie can even be 19 lol). Thank you so much for reading and thank you to my sweet Mina @dreamlessinparis for listening to me scream about this idea. Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by my lovely Daisy @firefly-graphics thank you sweets🥰 NO SPOILERS HERE!

Warnings: fluffy sweetness, shy Eddie, flirting, lots of soft sweet fluff, little moments of sexy spice :) 

“Eddie, what are you staring at?”

Dustin follows his line of sight and he breaks out into a wide grin. “Oh. I see.”

“I uh…see what?” Eddie says, scratching the back of his head and dropping his chin so his hair covers his face.

“The new girl. That’s who you were staring at right?” Dustin whispers, far too excitedly.

“No way Henderson. I was just thinking about how I’m gonna try and kill you at our next Hellfire session.”

Dustin scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Whatever man. But hey, must be your lucky day because she’s coming over here. Probably to talk to me but…”

Eddie’s head flies up and his eyes go wide. He shoves Dustin behind him and smiles.

“Hey,” you start. “Eddie right?”

“Yea, yea. Hi,” Eddie replies, struggling to find what to do with his hands. They finally end up landing in his back pockets.

You introduce yourself with a small wave, clutching your books tighter to your chest when you see the pink bloom on Eddie’s cheeks.

Dustin’s head pokes up over Eddie’s shoulder.

“HI!” Dustin sings.

“Hi,” you answer with a smile. “You must be Dustin.”

Dustin’s vigorous head shakes make you giggle but your attention falls back on Eddie.

“So, Eddie, I was wondering if you wanted to study for the Chemistry test next week. You’re in my fifth period right?”

Eddie keeps staring, his mouth slowly falling open but no words coming out.

Dustin slides in front of him and closes it with a snap. “He’d love to,” Dustin answers for Eddie.

“Great!” you chime. “How about we start tomorrow. We can meet at the library after school.”

Eddie’s stunned silence makes Dustin elbow him in the ribs which thankfully pulls him from his daze.

“Yes! The library tomorrow. After school. I’ll be there,” Eddie says, gracing you with a soft smile.

“See you then! Bye Eddie, bye Dustin,” you wave before walking off to get lunch.

“DUDE!” Dustin cheers. “A STUDY DATE! I can’t believe it. I was sure she was coming over here to talk to me but man she couldn’t take her eyes off you.”

Eddie keeps staring at the spot you were just standing in, his brown eyes warm with excitement.

Dustin throws his arm around Eddie’s shoulder and starts talking a mile a minute about every detail for tomorrow.

“Henderson,” Eddie says softly.

Dustin keeps going.

“HENDERSON!” Eddie groans, louder this time.

“COME ON EDDIE! Aren’t you excited!?” Dustin shrieks.

“YES!” Eddie whisper shouts and grabs Dustin’s shoulders to stop his jumping. “But I’m really fucking nervous.”

Eddie barely gets any sleep that night, his knee bouncing ceaselessly while he lays on his bed, one leg hanging over it and his guitar flat against his chest.

“How the hell am I gonna pull this off,” he mumbles to himself as his fingers mindlessly strum a tune.

The next morning Dustin heads Eddie off at the door of the school building.

“You look spiffy today Munson,” Dustin exclaims with a clap to Eddie’s back.

Eddie gives him a death glare and stomps into school. He’s headed off in the hallway by Steve who throws an arm around Eddie’s shoulder.

“Heard ya got a big date after school today Munson,” Steve winks. “Need any tips?”

Eddie only grunts and grabs his books from his locker. The sound of your voice is the only thing that pulls him from his scrambled thoughts. He turns quickly, shoving Steve off him and smiling.

“You’ve got this Munson,” Steve whispers. “Just be you.”

“Hey,” Eddie says as you approach, nervously playing with one of his curls.

“Hi,” you answer, laughing when both Steve and Dustin simultaneously greet you.

“Uh, well. We have to get to class. Isn’t that right Henderson?” Steve asks, raising his brows.

“Yep. Yes we do,” Dustin replies, shaking his head yes. “See you guys!”

Steve and Dustin rush off down the hall and Eddie asks, “which way are you going? I’ll walk you to class.”

“Thanks, that would be great!”

You show him your program and explain you’re still learning your way around.

“Here,” he starts, holding out his hands. “I can carry those.”

He motions to the books in your arms and you give them to him with a sweet smile.

“Thanks,” you say quietly.

It feels like the day drags on more than usual and by the time the end of day bell rings, Eddie is bouncing on his heels with anticipation.

“Listen, you heard Steve. Just be yourself, be cool and you’ll be fine. She’s the one who asked you to study, remember?” Dustin reminds Eddie as they whisper by the door of the library.

“Yea, ok,” Eddie says as he wipes his palms on his vest. “Shit, shit, shit, here she comes. Beat it!”

Dustin scurries off but not before waving at you frantically.

“Does he always have this much energy?” you ask when you reach Eddie.

“You have no idea,” Eddie says with his eyebrows near his hairline.

He opens the door to the library and motions for you to go in. You wind around the tables and chairs until you find a small spot in the back by a window.

Eddie pulls out a chair and turns it around, sitting himself down and leaning on the back of it.

“I have to ask you something,” he blurts out.

“Sure, anything,” you tell him as you sit beside him.

“Why me?”

You give him a confused look. “Why not you?”

He’s staring again.

“I saw how you helped out that kid in Chemistry lab,” you explain, “I know you’re smart and I want to get to know you better.”

His brown eyes soften and you want to tell him how much you love them but you hold your tongue, not wanting to scare him off. When he doesn’t say anything you grab the W.A.S.P pin on the front of his vest.

“Is this a band?” you ask, examining the pin.

When he doesn’t answer you look up to find him staring. Again.

You’re closer now and you really get a good look at his eyes.

“Eddie?”

“Yea,” he breathes out, clearing his throat before going on. “A heavy metal rock band. Actually, they are pretty awesome. They’ve been around a few years and their performances are always insane. Lots of theatrics.”

“That sounds fun,” you say genuinely. “What else do you listen to? Any more pins?”

Your hand dances around his vest and you move his hair out of the way. He gently takes your fingers in his and moves it until you find the other three buttons.

When you look up at him and smile his face is filled with a surprised wonderment and you give his hand a squeeze.

“Judas Priest I’ve heard of! Another metal band right?”

Eddie laughs. “Yea, from England.”

You smile and read the next one. “Mercyful Fate…ok this one I don’t know.”

“Danish heavy metal band,” Eddie explains. “Black metal…lots of satanism and occult stuff.”

“Really?” you say, unable to hide your excitement.

“This doesn’t freak you out?” he asks with surprise.

“Not at all. I’m really into witchy stuff.”

“No way,” he exclaims. “Well then you have to listen to these guys, you’ll love them!”

“I’d love to! But I don’t have any of their cassettes.”

You stick your bottom lip out in a pout and Eddie’s eyes immediately fall to your mouth. He keeps his gaze on your lips as he says, “well, uh, I could lend you one. If you like…”

Your eyes light up and you start to say, “thanks,” but he keeps talking.

“Or you know you could uh…you could always come by my place sometime to listen.”

“Definitely,” you say and he finally lifts his eyes back to yours.

“What?” he asks, breathless.

“I definitely want to come by to listen,” you tell him. “This way you can explain everything to me. You know about the band and all.”

“Right,” he whispers.

“What about Friday?”

“Friday…” he repeats, trailing off.

You reach out and grab a strand of his hair, giving it a tug and giggling when the curl bounces.

“So, do you wanna hang out Friday?” you ask, leaning closer.

“Definitely,” he answers, repeating your sentiment from earlier.

His eyes drop to your mouth once again and you hear his soft intake of breath. You inch closer, letting your own gaze fall to his lips and the way his runs his tongue along the outline.

“GUYS!” Dustin screams as the library door slams open against the wall. He skids to a stop in the middle of the aisle and says, “woah. Sorry.”

Eddie drops his head and stomps his foot on the floor, muttering. You dig your teeth into your bottom lip and give Dustin a wave.

“What’s up?” you ask Dustin.

“Uh, you know what, it’s not important right now. It can wait. I’ll see you guys later,” he stammers and turns to run out.

Eddie lifts his head up and gives you a wry smile. “How about some Chemistry?”

You blow out a raspberry and grab your textbook.

Each day for the rest of the week Eddie walks you to as many classes as he can, always carrying your books and opening doors and blushing.

Friday is fast approaching and you can hardly wait.

“Tomorrow is Friday. I can’t wait man. She wants to listen to my music!”

Eddie’s words come out in a rush of nervous excitement and Steve and Dustin share a knowing look.

“She seems really cool and at least this time there won’t be any interruptions,” Dustin adds with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Steve smacks him upside the head. “Yea Henderson. Way to go.”

Steve looks at Eddie, rolling his eyes. “He told me what he did the other day.”

Eddie scoffs and makes a “can you believe it face.”

Eddie paces his room as he waits for you. He keeps rearranging things like his picks or dice or Dungeons and Dragons books but never feels satisfied. What if you think he’s a total geek or you hate the music or his guitar?

Before he can spend anymore time thinking these things over your soft knock drags him out of his musings. He runs to the door but skids to a stop and takes a deep breath, smoothing his hands down his hellfire shirt.

“Shit,” he swears when he realizes what he has on. He starts to turn around to change but you knock again.

Now or never.

“Hi!” he says when he opens the door.

He can’t help how his eyes slide down your body, taking in the pins that adorn your denim jacket and the snug jeans that hug your curves.

“Hey,” you respond, noting the way his cheeks grow pink.

Clearing his throat, he invites you in and swallows hard when you take off your jacket to reveal a thin, off the shoulder tee shirt. You turn to hand him the garment and it takes him a moment to recover.

“You look pretty,” he announces, the words tumbling out of his mouth far too quickly and loudly.

“Thanks Eddie. I wore my pins just for you.”

He looks down at your jacket in his hand and rubs his thumb over the first pin.

“Cursed,” he reads, laughing at the term. “That’s pretty metal.”

“I thought you’d like that one,” you smile.

He moves to the spell book with the pentacle on the cover and whispers, “badass.”

“But I think the coffin with the cross is my favorite,” he muses before laying your jacket over the chair.

He holds out his hand and you take it, following him to the back and his room.

“Wow,” you say when you walk in, looking around.

You spot his guitar and walk closer.

“Oh Eddie…”

“You like it?” he asks, his excitement evident in the tone of his voice.

He had told you briefly about his band Corroded Coffin so you knew he could play and wanted to hear him.

“I love it,” you breathe out. “Will you play for me?”

His silence makes you turn around to check on him. He’s standing there wide eyed and pulling at the collar of his shirt.

“I like that shirt,” you say, stepping closer to him. “And…” you whisper, taking another step and fingering his guitar pick necklace, “this.”

He closes his eyes and inhales, breathing in the smell of you.

“Well?” you ask, tilting your head back to look him in the eyes.

Instead of answering he reaches over you and pulls the guitar from the wall. He rests it between his legs, now spread wider and dances his fingers over the strings.

You take a moment to admire him and it’s hard to stop yourself from swooning.

“What do you want me to play?” he asks.

With sensual movements you make your way to his bed and sit.

“Anything you want,” you answer, unable to stop the breathy way your voice sounds.

With a deep breath he strikes the first chord, never taking his eyes off you as his fingers move effortlessly over the instrument. The melody is soft and almost haunting and the way he plays just makes you love it more. You watch and listen, completely lost in him and when he finishes you need a moment to find the right words.

“That was amazing,” you gush. “And I love that song.”

He pulls the guitar strap over his head and carefully lays it against the bed before sitting next to you.

“Fade to Black by Metallica.”

“I love it,” you whisper, threading your finger through the rips in his jeans.

He sucks in a breath at your touch, his teeth grinding the further your fingers move under the material. You gently caress his skin when you pull your hand free but not before looking over the tattoos on his right arm.

Your fingertips lightly trace over them as you turn his arm around to inspect them all.

“I like them,” you decide, releasing his hand and laying back on his bed.

His smile is triumphant. “Do you have any?” he asks, eyeing you.

“Guess you’ll just have to wait and find out,” you purr.

He lets out a sound between a huff and a groan before falling to the bed and throwing a hand over his face.

“So, are you going to play some Mercyful Fate for me?” you ask with a coy smile as you move his hand, toying with the ring on his finger.

He winks and hops off the bed to rummage through his stack of cassette tapes. He starts to sing as he does it and you giggle, taking his pillow and hugging it to your body. A warm and clean scent drifts up to your nose and you inhale, burying your face in the softness.

“Did you just sniff my pillow?” he asks with a mischievous grin.

“No,” you huff…your smirk growing. “Maybe.”

He bites his bottom lip as his gaze lingers on yours before he goes back to searching his tapes.

“What’s dungeons and dragons?” you ask when you discover the book on his bed.

He stops abruptly and turns to look at you.

“Do you really wanna know?” he asks as he pulls a cassette from the pile.

“Yes. Tell me all about it,” you murmur and pat the bed.

He puts the cassette in his radio and presses play then falls next to you, making you and the mattress bounce. You giggle and playfully shove his shoulder, twirling a finger around his hair before you let your hand drop to the bed.

The music starts and he opens the D n D book. You spend the next few hours listening and talking about music and Dungeons and Dragons and witchcraft. By the time you realize how late it is you have to head home.

Eddie offers to drive you and you gladly accept. When he pulls up to your house, it’s completely dark and he turns off the engine. He gets out and runs around the front to open your door and help you out.

You both walk slowly up to your door, feet shuffling.

You look down at your hands. “I had a really great time tonight Eddie.”

With the confidence gained from your words he reaches over and delicately takes your chin between his fingers, lifting your gaze to his and stepping closer.

“Me too,” he says softly. “Thanks for hanging out. I’m just happy you don’t think I’m a freak.”

Your eyebrows draw together. “No way. You’re a great guy and really talented.”

“You think so?” he lightly scoffs, brushing his thumb across your cheek.

“Mm hm,” you murmur, grabbing the sides of his vest.

He dips his head, his hair falling to frame his face, and you brush the curls away.

“Eddie?”

“Yea,” he breathes out, his eyes darting to your lips.

“Are you gonna…?”

You never get to finish the question because his hand splays across your cheek and he pulls your mouth up to his, softly pressing his lips to yours. You let out a small whimper and he pulls you closer, leaving barely and space between you as his tongue parts your lips.

Your fingers slide up his shoulders and into his hair, combing through the soft curls. Heat flushes through you and you can’t stop the moan that leaves the back of your throat. He deepens the kiss and pushes you against the door, caging you there with his body.

The porch light turns on and breaks you two apart. He smiles against your lips, kissing you again, quick and sweet.

“I guess I should probably go in,” you sigh.

“Yea,” he whispers, holding your face close and dragging your lips back to his.

When he finally pulls back your breathless all over again and you grab his wrists, closing your eyes.

“Can I see you tomorrow?” he asks, his hopefulness written all over his face.

“Definitely,” you smile.

You drop your head to look at your jacket and carefully remove your coffin pin, lifting it to his vest and securing it over the left pocket. He presses his fingers over it, his touch reverent.

Without saying anything he takes off his Mercyful Fate pin and fastens it to your jacket it the same spot you did his.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he says and you lean up to kiss him one last time.

He reluctantly moves away, his eyes on you as he walks backward until he reaches the car. He leans against it and you blow him a kiss before sliding inside the house.

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[imaginedisish]

Someone Great (Steve Harrington x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! Here is my first Steve Harrington fic! I hope y'all like it. This is based on all of the “Steve talking about having kids with the reader” requests! It’s a bit angsty, and I’m just gonna say it now...SPOILERS AHEAD FOR SEASON 4 VOL 2!!! Please be careful LOL. So this one is based on Someone Great by LCD Soundsystem, but I also listened a lot to This is Me Trying by Taylor Swift while writing this. Anyway, here is some angst to fluff, enjoy y'all.

Summary: (SPOILERS AHEAD) As Steve’s best friend, you think you know everything about him. But you don’t know about his dream to have a Winnebago filled with Harringtons, and that you’re in it. 

Warnings: SPOILERS INCOMING FOR SEASON 4 VOLUME 2!!!!!!! Canon divergence! I literally ignore Nancy and completely replace her in the Winnebago scene LOL. Cursing, character deaths from season 4 volume 2 mentioned below the cut so beware! Canon mentions/depictions of violence and death in general, friends to lovers. Also, probably tons of grammatical errors. Takes place the day before that “two days later”...

Word Count: 2,048...kinda short for me.

The past week, or the past few years, rather, had been far from normal. Battling inter-dimensional monsters had become somehow…commonplace. But it never got easier, and neither did losing those around you. 

It was a day after you, Steve, Robin, and Nancy had narrowly escaped Vecna and the Upside Down. You knew things weren’t over yet, far from it. You knew this was just the beginning. The destruction of practically all of Hawkins, despite your attempts to destroy Vecna, was enough proof of that. 

Your ears were still ringing, your heart was still pounding against the walls of your chest, and your head was still spinning. Your mind went back and forth between Eddie and Max, refusing to quit, engraving fictional images of their limp bodies in the very foremost part of your memory. It had been impossible to shake. 

And you knew it always would be. 

All of this would be eternally impossible to simply shake off. This was the type of shit that would continue plaguing you with nightmares thirty years down the line once you’ve settled down with a family of your own. 

 In search of some semblance of peace, some inkling of hope that maybe this could all get better one day, you take your bike down to Lover’s Lake. 

 You find your way down to the dirty dunes of the beach, and you sit down on the cool damp sand. Your eyes focus on the water in front of you, reflecting the bright blue sky and the glimmering sun above. It feels unfair, how beautiful of a day it is. You wanted the world to stop, to comprehend what the fuck had just happened. You wanted to force the universe to grieve with you, even if it was just for a brief second. Eddie and Max deserved that. You knew they deserved more than just that, but it would suffice for now. 

 Instead, you sat alone on the beach of the lake. You remember summer days when your parents would take you and Steve down to the lake. Your parents had met Steve’s parents when they first moved to Hawkins, and the couples clicked instantly. Still, your parents noticed how absent Steve’s parents were, and they quickly began taking Steve on your family day trips. It was here, on the beach of Lover’s Lake, that you and Steve developed your life-long friendship. It was over a stupid little sandcastle that you and Steve had pinky-sworn to always help each other, no matter what. 

 After demo-dogs, evil time bending wizards, and a massive Mind Flayer, it was safe to say you had each held up your ends of the bargain.

 You would never admit it out loud, but you desperately wished he was here with you now. It felt selfish to need him. He was probably just as traumatized as you, after all. It doesn’t help that you’ve been pining over him for the past few years. You’ve watched him hop from girl to girl, to Nancy, and back to girl to girl again. But now, that seemed like the smallest of your problems. 

 You try to push your thoughts of Steve out of your head. You squeeze your eyes shut, as if you were hard resetting yourself. But all you can see is Steve in that stolen Winnebago, staring deeply into your eyes from the driver’s seat. 

 “You? A big family?” You questioned, dumbfounded at Steve’s confession. 

 “Oh yeah,” He smirks softly, briefly musing over his response before continuing. “I’m talking like a full brood of Harringtons…like five, six kids…”

 You cut him off, eyes wide with shock. “Six kids?” A smile tugs softly at your lips as he glances over at you. 

 “Yeah, six little nuggets. Three girls, three boys…” He trails off, eyes on the road again, the corners of his mouth turned up. 

 The thing was, you could see it. You could see each part of Steve’s dream as he explained it. You could see him, surrounded by six children tackling him down on the sands of some beach town in California. You could see him propping up one of his daughters onto his shoulders to get the perfect view of the Grand Canyon. You could see him pitching up a tent at Yellowstone all because the kids begged to sleep outside, to actually feel like they were camping. 

 But most of all, and possibly worst of all, you could see yourself there with him. And God, you desperately wanted to be there with him. 

 You turn towards Steve. His gaze was already set on you, as if he had asked you a question and was awaiting your answer. You search his eyes as your smile widens. 

 “That’s beautiful, Steve,” Your voice is barely above a whisper, as if your words had gotten stuck in your throat. “Really, it sounds like a dream,” You force the words out this time, loud enough so that he knows you really mean it.

 Because you did. 

 And you still do. 

 You could feel the tears welling in your eyes. All of this was becoming unbearable. You could feel yourself waking up from the shock of losing Eddie and practically losing Max. What are you even supposed to do in a situation like this? How are you supposed to go back to college in the fall? How are you even supposed to go home now? Nothing felt like home anymore, not after all this. 

 The only thing that felt like home was him. 

 Steve. 

 But that didn’t matter. It couldn’t matter. He was still in love with Nancy, and if your friends weren’t dead yet, they were certainly still in danger. 

 A chill runs down your spine as the wind whips off the lake and across the sand. You shudder under the touch of the breeze. You shut your eyes, tears freeing themselves as they fall down your cheeks. You bring your legs tightly into your chest, your arms reaching around them to hold yourself in place. Your head falls against your knees, the tears becoming uncontrollable. Your sobs grow louder, the heaving of your chest growing quicker. 

 In the near distance, you can hear tires screeching against pavement, and a car engine suddenly turning off. You sniffle softly, ignoring the car. You didn’t care if someone saw you like this. You deserved to cry, to break down. What else were you supposed to do?

 What are the options?

When someone great is gone

When someone great is gone.

 You could hear someone calling out a name, and as the voice becomes closer, the name the person is calling sounds a lot like yours. Suddenly, there’s a hand on your shoulder. The touch is familiar, warm, welcoming.

 Steve.

 You glance up, your face wet, your eyes bloodshot. The sight of you makes his heart stutter and clench painfully. He immediately falls to your side, wrapping you in his arms. 

 “Hey,” He whispers into your ear. “It’s me, I’ve got you now, it’s okay.” 

 You heave into his chest, your sobs echoing across the lake. 

 “It j-just keeps coming,” You stutter. “A-all of this, it’s n-never gonna stop, it’s never gonna…” You trail off, pressing your face farther into Steve’s chest. 

 And it keeps coming

And it keeps coming

And it keeps coming

Till the day it stops

 You’re in Steve’s lap now. His hands rub softly against your back, his fingers drawing shapes against any exposed bits of skin. He shushes you, cradling you in his arms. 

 “We’re gonna be okay,” He reassures as one of his hands travels up to the nape of your neck, gently combing through your hair. “We’re gonna get out of this, I promise.”

 “But what if-,”

 Steve immediately cuts you off. “No what if’s,” His voice is firmer now. He pulls you away from him for just a second, as if to solidify his point. His eyes stare into yours. “You’re getting out of this, and I’ll do whatever I have to do to make sure that happens.” 

 You swallow harshly, his words burning into your skin. You shake your head. “But you have to get out of here, too,” You insist. “You gotta get a nice girl and your six kids and that Winnebago,” You say, your voice shaking with every syllable. Even as kids, you always put Steve’s happiness before your own. If he had a shot at leaving all of this behind, you wanted him to take it. 

 Steve scoffs, looking off into the distance. “A nice girl?” He questions, his hands still firmly pressed against you, caressing you. 

 You nod as you struggle to keep yourself together, images of Steve starting a life with Nancy flashing through your mind. “Yeah,” You say, taking a deep breath. “Someone great, like Nancy.”

 Steve looks at you incredulously, and then looks back out to the lake, searching for the right thing to say. 

 “That thing, about the Winnebago and the kids,” He whispers, his eyes frantically taking in all your features. “I wasn’t imagining Nancy when I told you all that. I never have…” He trails off, his Adam’s Apple bobbing in his throat. 

 “I imagined you.” 

 Those were the words that you had always wanted to hear, the words that made the sky open up, the words that made the world melt away. 

 Steve’s grip moves down to your waist, his fingers pressing into the exposed skin between your t-shirt and your jeans. One hand remains in your hair, pulling your face closer to his. He’s just inches away from you now. You can feel his breath tickle your nose as he parts his lips. 

 “I’ve imagined being with you for as long as I could possibly remember,” He confesses, his forehead pressing against your own. “The kids, the Winnebago, the vacations, it all means nothing if I’m not doing it with you.” 

 His lips ghost over yours. You breathe softly against him. “Steve I-,”

 He cuts you off. “And I get it if you don’t feel the same. I get it if the six kids thing sounds crazy. I don’t want to ruin our friendship and I don’t want to scare you away. It’s just that-,”

 “Steve,” You cut him off this time, a smile making its way across your face. “I want that. I want you, and your brood of Harringtons,” You giggle at the last bit of your confession, your face lighting up for the first time in what feels like an eternity. 

 “Oh thank fucking God,” Steve mutters, somehow pulling you closer to him. 

 His lips press firmly against yours, capturing you, securing you, and simultaneously freeing you all at once. It feels like for just one second, not all is lost. It feels like there’s a future out there where you and Steve and the kids save Hawkins. It feels like there’s a future out there where all of these deaths and battles aren’t in vain, that they mean something. It feels like there’s a future where you and Steve make it, like there’s a future out there where your little Harringtons are fighting each other to be Steve’s first mate in the front seat of a Winnebago. 

 The kiss is languid and smooth. His body moves carefully against yours, as if he’s afraid you’ll turn to dust in front of him, as if you’ll crumble and he’ll have no way to put you back together. It’s clear, even in just this kiss, that he’s afraid that he’s going to lose you just as soon as he’s finally gotten you. 

 And you can’t help but feel the same. 

 When his lips finally part from your own, you can’t help but want more. It wasn’t enough. The cool breeze that comes off the lake whisks between the two of you, causing Steve to grip tighter onto you. 

 “We’re gonna get that future, I promise,” He whispers. 

 “Good,” You whisper back. “Because I’ve got some names in mind.” You grin widely. 

 “Oh yeah?” Steve grins even wider than you. “You gotta tell me then. Spill.”

 You knew it wouldn’t be like this forever. But for a moment, just a moment, things seemed perfect, safe.

 We're safe, for the moment

Saved for the moment…

[talesfromlissom]

Can you do a rodimus x human reader with the “We’re most definitely going to die.” “Hey now, stop being so negative.” “Yay! We’re gonna die!” prompt? Like maybe they got stranded on a aggressive planet or something?? I’ll be fine with anything you can come up with!

Fandom: Transformers (IDW)

Rating: M

Characters: Rodimus, mentions of other characters

TW: Blood, slight gore, Rodimus being Rodimus

Rules

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A/N - I know that you said you wanted a human reader, but I ended up writing it so the reader can decide if they’re human or not. Lol sorry.

Summary - Let’s race through the asteroid field of a desolate and definitely not hostile planet, he said. Whoever loses will have to sit through Magnus’ debrief. He said. It’ll be fun. He said.

Spoiler: It was not fun, you’re probably gonna die. 

Rodimus considered himself the more reckless one of the relationship. And that wasn’t a lie at all. You were much more reserved in your fighting efforts. Always taking more calculated risks rather than just doing whatever idea popped into your head. Always weighing the good and the bad, always keeping a balance. He was certain there were some cases where you were the only reason why he was alive. Although, there was one small issue. 

You were competitive as hell. Thus, you were racing him, purely to decide if Rodimus would actually attend Ultra Magnus’ debrief. Or if you would go in disguised as him. You turned the idea down at first, he made the bet. Whoever lost the race around the next systems’ asteroid and planet had to sit through the meeting. 

You raced through an asteroid field around a desolate planet, Rodimus crashed the damn pod, landed on the planet and didn’t die somehow. 

And you had the audacity to laugh in his face. 

Well clearly you weren’t laughing now. He was. You weren’t.

You grunt when a shot hits the corner of the boulder you’re currently shoved behind, his frame which is utterly massive compared to you keeping most of the debris from falling onto you. You playfully slam a fist into his shoulder and turn around. You fire a shot at a NAIL, who had the stupid idea to get out into the open. She falls to the ground instantly, energon seeping into the sand as one of her companions drags her into cover. 

“Y’know, this is not exactly what I had planned when you said you wanted to race!” You shout, ducking behind the rock again. 

“Aw really?” He comes out of the rock this time, firing at a few of the NAIL(s) that dare to show their ugly faceplates. Not that matters of course, because he misses all his shots. He clicks his teeth at this, and ducks behind cover again. “That was the special secret part of this. Whoever gets more kills wins!”

You gawk at him. “Seriously? What the fuck(frag) Rodimus! I’m calling Magnus-” 

He tilts his head when you do so, he then grins upon seeing your face become more disappointed. It's obvious that you can’t contact the ship based on the expression alone. 

“We’re most definitely going to die.” You mumble, as another corner of the rock is shot off. 

“Hey now, stop being so negative!”  Rodimus shouts, while he rolls out from behind the rock. You shout his name, but he clearly isn’t listening. Two of the assailants are knocked down, one of them is dead clearly, but the other still moves, twitching and sparking before it finally stops. 

For a quick moment, there’s just wind. The sound of wind rustling the sand and beating against you two. “Huh-” 

Rodimus shouts when a bullet goes screaming past his legs, and more bullets come at him. You can hear the faint sound of some sort of rapid fire based weaponry. So you grab his wrist, and pull him towards the rock again. 

“Yay! We’re gonna die!” You cry, throwing your arms around for good measure. “You’re cleaning my damn energon cubes for the next 3 weeks, captain.” 

—

The Lost Light touches the ground nearly 10 minutes after. You suppose the meer size of the ship scares the NAIL(s) off. This assumption is based purely on the fact that they’ve stopped firing at you. You’re tied with kills as of right now, 3-3. Not that it matters anyways, on one hand, you’ll be missing the debrief, on the other hand, you’ll be spending more time getting yelled at by Magnus for being stupid. To be fair, all you have to do is bat your eyes(optics) at him and he’ll just let you off with a warning. 

Rodimus on the other hand…

“Magnus! Just in the nick of time!” Rodimus shouts, scrambling off the sand and bouncing towards the ship. “What took you so long?” 

You scoff at him, and follow. Not really bouncing, just grimacing at how hot you are now. You roll your shoulders and climb up the platform into the ship, placing your hands on your hips. 

Magnus exchanges a quick look with you and Rodimus. “You two, my office, now.” 

“Aw.” 

[littlenighttales]

If you’ve been here for a minute, you know the drill. Spoilers for chapter 4 of The Sounds of Nightmares, writing my thoughts as I listen to it for the first time (+ some extra edits in the parenthesis for extra thoughts on it after a few extra listens.)

So

Here we go. E4. Go. Go listen to this before reading this.

The Sounds of Nightmares

Two of a Kind

Yeah… so this one gets a bit philosophical at the beginning. Going on about duality and whatnot. Also have I mentioned how the main theme for this series absolutely slaps? Because it’s very good.

So Noone’s outside a reunion, but she can’t go in. It’s a bunch of happy kids outside playing and laughing. Otto gets Noone cake from it though (:

Apparently the room has a two way mirror, so they can look out but not in. Creepy. Otto spills the beans on the creepy disappearance. I’ll go ahead and mention I’m glad I don’t have to rewrite my happy ending story.

Obviously Noone starts freaking out about just straight up getting yeeted into what I’d dare compare to hell on Earth. She thought before they were just nightmares. But… nope.

Noone hates being alone, Otto reassures her a bit. He’s not seeming like a bad guy here lately. Just… having a bit of selfish-selfless motives. Doing sort of bad things for someone himself, but more for someone he knows. Does that make sense?

Wherever Noone was, there were happy kids! Carnival. LN3 teasers? But this is Little Nightmares, so I’m fully expecting the poop/fan collision within seconds.

The kids start talking more like teenagers, a bit weird. Suspecting we’ll see the “I don’t want to grow up” bit from Noone again. A kid named Rusty takes Noone for a ride- Ferris wheel. Also sky boats.

Rusty and his friends aren’t fans of being there. They’re basically slaves. Figures the bad news would come. Happy time lasted longer than expected.

Rebellion is planned. Noone gets assigned to lookout.

What the frick. Rusty sounding like he’s plotting his own death.

They stop talking about the “nightmare” to talk about going to the Nowhere. He opens up a little bit about CiCi. Noone figures out why Otto has been working with her like this. Finds out about his motives. She’s uncomfortable. But. He. Keeps. Pushing.

Noone mentions that the people of this world have distorted faces. Carnival guests a lot like the Maw guests. Definitely near or at the Carnival of LN3, I think

Magic show made Noone forget she’s a lookout. Mentions it’s like she’s under a spell. Ferryman is back?

Nope. It’s the carnival owner? He’s got no eyes. And a dummy made of a kid(?), maybe an adult? Noone says it looks like a smaller man. It sounds like it could be a Chuckie moment.

Noone tries so hard to warn the other kids.

And that dummy is definitely a possessed one. Dang, Chuckie moment.

Noone has a panic attack, some serious PTSD, sounds like ):

Someone hug the poor kid. Get that child a fluffy goat kid to hug!

Otto mentions the Ferryman by that name rather than Candleman. He’s all the more determined to go to the Nowhere. I know this is the same length as the other episodes, but it feels so much shorter!! Argh! It’s gonna be a long wait for next week! (Hey, future me here! Yeah, so I wrote this on the spot the day it was released, and yeah… still a long wait as of Saturday lol)

Good episode, but E3 is still the best so far imo.

We’ll probably see Noone get reverse-raptured (for lack of a better term) again next episode, maybe Otto finds his way to follow her.

[astridthevalkyrie]

major spoilers for crossroads!!!

the part of me that hates happiness really needs to know how levi was after we died. like what were his thoughts. we got fucking married the night before and specifically never told him “i love you” because he requested to say it first. he was ready to drop his dreams at a dime for us. he finally, finally decided that-fuck it- life’s too short not to show how much he cares. and it turns out that our life was much shorter than he thought. if he decided to stay with us and fight instead of going after zeke like erwin requested we would still be alive. not only that, he got away in the end. he probably knew we were dead on that field before he came back out for us. did he wait cause he was scared? if he did do you think he feels guilty like it’s his fault?

and my biggest question yet; how could you write this as the ending? don’t get me wrong, it’s probably the best ending you could’ve done BY FAR. it’s so sad yet so realistic for that world. we didn’t think we’d make it till the end right? i’m more of talking about the writing itself. cause i don’t think i could go without the happy ending.

and now that i think about it what a place to end it. we didn’t see the ocean, we didn’t make up with our mother, we didn’t get to know the truth of the world, to see the world. and we just got to a place where we were happy with ourself. you ma’am, are a creative genius. i started reading this series like 2 years ago when you were still updating it consistently. stopped reading cause i wanted to watch it beforehand so i could have context. never actually watched aot until about a week ago. remembered your fic, started to read it. and now i’m a sobbing mess who has been pacing around in my room all night like a lunatic pondering the heartbreak of a pretty anime man cause i want someone to grieve for me as much as i’m sure he does in your story. hands down one of th best fics i’ve ever read. thank you for making it

thank you for the spoiler warning! even though it's been out for a while i really appreciate it just in case someone's on my page for the first time <33

levi is a mess. obviously the final chapter will be alllll about him going through the motions as plot things keep happening. it's like, everything you said. he realized life was too short, but he still never heard the magic three words from her, and he never said them to her either. and hahahahahahahaaaaa yes, in the end, her death in hindsight could very much have been avoided if he'd stayed and fought with her, with little to no difference in outcome since zeke got away in the end. he might have even had some support during the serum debacle. who would reader want the injection to go to, i wonder?

as for why he waited, yeah—he very much knew she was dead. she was up against 25 titans and on her last set of swords. he left her knowing she was gonna die, and pretty quickly at that. what's funny is that...if she didn't engage and just kinda stood there, the titans wouldn't have gone for her. zeke's order to the titans is "rip him to pieces!" they were only after levi, none of them even try to eat her, more like just bat her out of the way. of course if she hadn't fought them, levi would have way more to deal with and would either have died or at the very least been overwhelmed enough that catching up to zeke would be impossible.

levi doesn't regret his choices. that's what erwin taught him. but how long can that last when even erwin isn't there to remind him of it? he's guilty. he's beyond guilty. but what he regrets isn't the final moments, after all, those were her choices. it might be those sneaky confessions he never verbalized that he's more agonized over.

reader's story is.....completely cut short. she doesn't see her mom or millie again, doesn't get to tell levi she loves him, doesn't get to see the outside world or even find out about it. she never even finds out why annie did what she did! and i'm really, really glad you think it's a good ending to the story despite all that. (of course, we're not done yet, but reader's journey definitely ends here.)

it wasn't always 100% the plan. when i posted the original Superior oneshot, i had a backstory forming in my head, and then a loose canonverse plotline. i'd love to say that there was a story i wanted to tell that everything was built around, but honestly all my favorite moments just appeared in my head, and the story formed around them. if someone is curious i can delve into alternate endings i thought of, at least one of them is pretty wild LMAO. but by the time i started summer rain her death was sealed since i had to start setting it up.

the FACT. that you read my silly little story before watching aot. means the whole WORLD to me. rest assured the pretty anime man loves you in that story and every other one. thank you sosososo much, i hope you liked watching the show too! thank you so much for the kind words <3

[imjustabeanie]

Matchup trade for @sugutoad!

I am very very very sorry for making you wait so much! I have covid rn so doing anything is pain 🫠

I hope you enjoy it! I tried to include every detail. Sorry I couldn't do percy Jackson cuz I recently started the book series hehe...

Your match for JJK is.....

Nanami and your runner up is Geto

Listen, mostly all male adults love insulting people but Nanami is a gentleman, he won’t do it if it bothers you (unless you are gojo). He might not have dark hair but for the rest he is mostly your ideal type! Nanami is a serious sorcerer but he has soft spots (that he hides). He is reserved and always appears as indifferent because of his bluntness. But that’s how he is at work, where the death rate is insanely high and he only does this to avoid grief. But he seems to be someone who enjoys the little pleasures and traveling in peace. You’re blunt, perfectionist, creative, sarcastic but you seem to hide your sentimentalism just like him. Not gonna lie, you and nanami would probably have to be friends outside of work for him to get attached as I said previously but I believe it would work out very well.

The forte in your relationship will definitely be communication. Blunt people will address the issue rather fast if there is one. He loves that you’re always thriving to do better but will help ground you to earth so you can feel proud of yourself just like him. He wants you to be happy after all so when you start feeling frustrated he will be here to help you feel better with his words. He would be taken aback by your envy if we can call it that way and would address it with you. He doesn’t mind you being jealous or possessive of him, it makes him feel loved. He is not the jealous type but if someone tried to flirt with you he’d make himself known, especially if you are getting uncomfortable (he will raise hell if you got hurt in any way shape or form). He enjoys having intelligent conversations and will definitely push you to express your views more often.

Both of you definitely judge people (judgmental side eye), plus you share the same sense of humor. He loves that you’re passionate and when you get into it it’s not uncommon to find him looking at you with a loving look. I headcanon he likes taking pictures so each time you’re daydreaming you can count on him to take a pic or two. Nanami is definitely a romantic. Dates once a week minimum, vacation once a year, flowers, chocolate, self care products and even breakfast in bed. He wants to make you feel loved so he won’t hesitate on the means. He is a shoulder you can cry on and someone who will give you valuable advices. He is protective of you and probably loves kissing your forehead or inner wrist.

I can definitely see both of you cooking together and having a date night at home when it’s raining. You watch movies together or dancing in the kitchen while it’s raining with music in the background. He will learn flower language for you and will surprise you often. I think he’d be over the moon if you made him meaningful gifts like buying his favorite food (or making it) and just remembering small details about him.

He is getting teased by gojo everyday over your relationship help him out lol. (SPOILER) It’s sad that good people don’t last long in gege world.

Your match for bnha is....

It was the most difficult match especially for someone who stopped reading when the author really was bullying katsuki (over a year ago). But in the end your match is….Hitoshi Shinso!

Tsundere? Check. Loyal and honest? Check I guess? I mean he’s not the traitor. Taller than you? Check (I was gonna make a joke but I’m also short so I stand no ground but the inch on you). Shinso is very ambitious but still down to earth because he was persecuted for his quirk. Which didn’t stop him from becoming a student in class A. He is definitely more laid back than you but I believe that he’s gonna become more ambitious when you’re together cuz you’ll inspire him. I think he’d be as jealous and possessif of you as you are of him. Just like you, he worked hard to get what he has and values it a lot. He’d be the boyfriend that finishes your sentence or voice your opinion if he feels like you’re not comfortable enough so he’d divert the attention to make you feel better. He is not that competitive unless provoked.

Now…I can see him cooking and baking with you to help you improve (he doesn’t seem like he is into it but will try). His love language is mostly words and acts but you can expect him to discretely learn flower language for you. Omg I can totally see him offering you dried flowers from time to time. Your aesthetics oppose but you two would look cute together (he wears comfy clothes but is more dark academia). Shinso is someone who you can confide into and wouldn’t judge you for it (he inly judges people with you). He is also very blunt and downright rude when you get on the wrong foot with him. I think the only difficulties are befriending him and getting through his wall and of course helping him overcome his laying insecurities. While he is always here to hype you up and build up your confidence, he hides insecurities linked to his quirk so it’s something he needs help with. He might not be the picture perfect romantic boyfriend but he is trying.

While shinso is calm and reserved, I think he’d be talkative with his lover. You can expect lots of inside jokes between you two. He’s also love to listen to true crime with you and love to discuss it. He is someone who’d follow you on all your ideas and will be very supportive of them. When you initiate physical touch he’d be shy at first and then get into it lol.

I hope you enjoy it!

[cordeliawhohung]

hii omg i love your series soft spot so much! it’s truly one of my favorites series about simon!

right now i have two questions about it, but if either (or both) are considered “spoilers” you of course don’t have to answer!

1. does simon take time off for a bit to help spook in the recovery process? (if he has to leave i think i’d scream)

2. not so much a question, but i’d love to know simon’s thoughts on spook scrubbing the apartment clean awaiting his return. would she bring it up, or would johnny talk about it next time he saw him? granted, with the current events the apartment was a mess do to her capture, but are you going to include a tidbit of her explaining that she cleaned the apartment in their “talk” that you explained near the end of the chapter?

i think it’s really interesting how you captured her trauma not only from being captured, but from simon’s capture as well. seeing the differences, as well as the similarities really opened my eyes as a reader!

like ahhh!! spook explaining to johnny how dirty it must be wherever he is… only for her to have a similar experience?!? (i wonder if she’ll develop a need to clean everything around her)

thank you again and sorry for this being so long! please feel free to delete this ask if it’s too much!

hi!!! omg these are such good questions like??? i'm gonna try to answer them to the best of my ability without spoilers!! but if you guys don't want even any hints as to what the next parts are going to sorta look like, i'll put this under a cut so you can skip <3

as for your first question; yes!!!

so, in the comics, after simon is first captured and tortured by roba and whatnot, he's pretty much forced on leave and is sent to therapy before they'd even consider him going back into work, and it's going to be something similar here as well. even though in his mind the "torture" (adakskin just beating him up for funsies lmao) wasn't nearly as bad or as damaging mentally, they're still going to have to see several weeks worth of therapy. along with that, malnutrition is a BITCH. this man lost a good amount of weight, both fat and muscle, from being tied to that chair for weeks on end. he has a lot of physical recovery to do as well before he can be cleared for work again too!

technically, he wasn't even supposed to be going on the mission to save spook in the first place. the only reason he even went was because john pulled a few strings, and probably covered a few things up in the official records.

“Ghost,” he spoke up, “have you been cleared yet for missions?” “I’m going,” Simon responded, his tone leaving no room for argument.  A smile tugged on John’s features. “I expected nothing less.” -everything you touch part 2

"I'm going," was simons way of saying nothing in the world was going to stop him from saving spook. not red tape or regulations or anything. had he stayed behind, things would have been significantly different (worse). but we also see a little bit of simons worries about not being cleared and not being in good health as well here:

But Simon hadn’t been officially cleared for active duty again. If it got out that he was even there in the first place he would probably receive several harsh slaps on the wrist. Really, it wasn’t the punishment that worried him, but knowing that he wasn’t at peak condition anymore, not after all those weeks he was held prisoner. He needed help in order to save you, to bring you home, and that fact frustrated him more than anything else. He wasn’t strong enough to do the one thing he was supposed to.  He didn’t have time for that. Regret. Whatever it was. Instead, he looked at the men with him as he adjusted his grip on his rifle. If he couldn’t do it alone, he was glad he was at least doing it with them. -everything you touch part 3

tldr: yes simon is going to be taking some much needed time off because he'll also be healing as well! (and also his undying love for spook and "needing to fix" things... he probably wont want to let you out of his sight for awhile.)

as for the second part !!! i'm not quite sure yet!!!

so, i for sure don't think johnny would bring up that fact, mostly because he'd know just what simon would be thinking. that guilt of being gone for so long, even if it was against his will, worrying his love like that, is already enough. the last thing johnny would want to do would be putting that mental image in his mind. cleaning the apartment day after day just to have simon never be able to see it in that state because you were abducted...

i'm not quite sure if spook would bring it up, either. i've got a little monologue in mind for her during their "talk." i think it would be characteristic of her to develop this insane need for cleanliness, not exactly because of the room she was in (as it wasn't all that dirty since it was a lived in home and not an abandoned prison) but because of the need to feel clean, to be clean. like we saw with her break down at the end of everything you touch part 4 when she scrubs and scrubs and can't get/feel clean. we'll see honestly! ngl i do a lot of my actual writing AS i'm writing. there's not a whole lot i plan ahead for except for a general idea of what i want to happen. like i have no notes i just rawdog this shit lmao.

but if simon did find out about it in some way, i think he would be a little devastated. there's just some sort of guilt of knowing exactly how people handle your absence. spook could have taken a walk in the park to clear her mind, could have succumbed to alcohol like she sorta did in the past; she was grieving in a way she didn't even fully understand and yet she was thinking about him? she should have been taking care of herself, focusing on herself, and yet... well, you get my drift.

and yes! the differences and whatnot with their capture was my favorite parts to write. especially because bukin knew he could get nothing out of simon. he said it several times, torture is not his thing. he doesn't do well with interrogation, and he wasn't lying. these guys are hardly professionals, and they were without their leader, and with no formal training to fall back on, simon lowkey had the advantage. but spook? a civilian? trying to use you against simon was the main goal (which ended up blowing up in his face after simon was saved because sizov lowkey screwed over his men by putting too much faith in bukin lmao) that was fun for bukin. even if he knew they couldn't win, the real torture for simon started the very moment he was saved.

and then of course spook's history with her abusive father and then her terrible ex, eric. don't even get me STARTED on all the parallels i threw into the entire time she was held there. bukin using every edge on her that she could get just for her to almost be used to it; the threats, the beatings, all of it, and the pure terror bukin felt when he realized that despite being a civilian, spook was unable to be broken in the way he wanted her to break because she finally realized the difference between violent men and men capable of violence.

god i could go on forever.

but thank you so much for this ask!!! and don't apologize that it was long! my answer was... definitely wordy as well lmao. thank you so much for the opportunity to just sorta spew about this. i always want to post more in depth things but i don't wanna just like... put it out there and annoy people with my rambling lmao. thank you again and i hope you have a wonderful day anon! <3

[theitalianerd]

TUA S3 thoughts - SPOILERS AHEAD

Gotta say that I’ve finished watching s3 like last week and it’s still the only thing I can think about. This fandom burst into my brain yet another time (along with my undying love for Robert Sheehan) and I wasn’t ready AT ALL. That being said, here’s some thoughts for this season because i have to share this somewhere so humour me

Again, big, huge spoilers ahead!!

Loved this season. If felt much more personal and emotional than s2, though I must say that for now nothing beats s1 mood.

I felt like the sparrow academy had a lot of potential, which has been exploited a bit but not completely. Marcus’ death was so sudden, and when also Jayme and Alphonso and Stan died, I really hoped TUA would somehow invert the damage and bring everyone back to life. Especially after what happened to Mr Pennycrumb. :(

Loved the dance scenes. There’s a dance scene in every season and I LOVE THAAATTT + bonus points for making the dance scene in e1 diego’s hidden wish lol

So I watched the whole season in Italian and I’ll definitely do a rewatch in English but when I’ve found an article stating that apparently Aidan spoke Italian when meeting Dolores I had to watch it because you don’t notice it in the Italian version!!! And it’s so cute!!!! I’m shocked!!!! I didn’t know Five pictured Dolores as Italian?? Are there other scenes like this that I don’t know of???? When did Five learn to speak Italian??? I LOVED THIS

I’ve read some criticism for this season because it has some nonsense scenes, plus a whole episode just about Luther and sloane’s wedding. I feel that, but I don’t agree - I loved those moments because we get to see more of these characters when they’re not trying to save the world. They’re carefree, and relaxed. We get to know their dance moves (not imagined by Diego this time), we get to see drunk Five (again) trying to give a speech to his brother, we have hugs, and warm words, and drunk Ben being the same old Ben again. So yeah I loved that, I’d watch an entire series of them just doing nothing

Still need to know the reason behind Christopher existence tho

Speaking of the wedding, I love Luther and Sloane!! Luther was a total himbo this season, and now I care so much about him. He changed a lot. At first I didn’t see his relationship with Sloane particularly well (c’mon, another sister??), but then she’s not really his sister like Allison was, was she? So it’s basically almost like Diego and Lila relationship

So yeah now LutherxSloan definitely beats AllisonxLuther

Before diving into S3 Allison rant, I’m gonna say that despite Lila is totally bonkers I love her and she and Diego are perfect for each other. Can’t wait for Dad!Diego!!!!

So yeah, Allison. I kinda hated her this season, but what she went through made me stop from totally hating her. Her siblings did kinda dismiss her pain, even if they were worried about her. Tho if it were Viktor in her place, probably everyone would have rushed to comfort him more than they ever did with Allison. Tho her pain doesn’t really justify what she did to Luther (such a dramatic scene, so painful to watch) and to Harlan. And what she said to Viktor. So yeah. It’s complicated. The fact that at the end of the season she has everything she ever wanted while the others have nothing………I think it’s gonna be a huge thing

And now let’s go to my beautiful, beautiful Klaus!!!!! I LOVED HIM SM this season omg. How he was so resolute to find his mom and what happened to her, and how he wanted to help reggie so much!!! Despite everything!!! He could have gladly abandoned him after everything he did to him (and maybe he should have)

I love his powers and can’t wait to see what else he can do

I was absolutely destroyed by the fact that despite his numerous trips to the other side, there was not a trace of Dave. That would mean he’s alive maybe??? but it’s a Dave that hasn’t really known Klaus and that hasn’t fallen in love with him. Their story is so dramatic and I LOVE IT AND THEM and I really, really hope they have an happy ending in s4 and the writers don’t totally dismiss them because otherwise what was the meaning of s2????

We only got a small whisper from Klaus when he came back from the dead for the first time. A small, anguished “Dave” + klaus clutching the metal tags. That’s it. That’s all we got this season. I’m starving.

Tho again, I loved how Klaus’ focus for this season was his family rather than his lover. We got to know him more in depth and his relationship with his father and the fear of his powers and all that so yeah I can accept this. Still I hoped until the very end to get a crumble of Klave :(

There are many other things but I need a rewatch!! Let me know if you guys have theories!!! I need more theories for s4 otherwise I’d make some myself and no one is gonna like that and I don’t have the energy to come up with some sense for this season lol

[rat-cigars]

Damn Bitch You live like this?

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(a/n: there’s not much romance on the Edward side these next few chapters but dw, y’all are gonna get that Stockholm shit eventually. As always be mindful of triggers and 18+ )

***Bruce POV)

*Reader POV)

(TW: incel , kidnapping, bondage stuff, angst, physical grabbers, )

Wc: 1322

Possible Spoilers in this chapter

Afab!Reader (she/her) pronouns

Chapter 21: Chains and Calls

***Bruce had never been one to worry himself over you. Aside from the night you’d been mugged of course, but it was because he had helped you as Batman. Plus he did feel a little guilty for walking in the first place, being too shy to ask him or Alfred to take you.

Bruce had tried his hardest to be kind with you, seeing the unfortunate situation the media had placed you both in, but he did still keep his distance, needing to focus on his main work.

The week you’d spent recovering he had done his best to indulge in light conversation with him, both sharing little stories from your very different lives. It had been odd for him to open up a little, but he figured it was probably a time killer for you and it kept you oblivious to his work as the Batman.

You’d teased him about not even getting to meet the guy who had helped you, but he had simply rolled his eyes at your remarks, ignoring them.

The night you asked to get a ride down to Edwards at the hotel he was worried about the press seeing them out alone, and he didn’t want the trip to cut into his meetings with Gordon. But luckily for him the hotel wasn’t too far and you had ended up staying the night anyways.

The morning after you’d decided to stay the night he was asleep in his bed until 4pm, only getting up to go to the restroom and to speak with Alfred.

You had texted him an update letting him know you were at work and he just replied with an okay, and continued with his day.

After a few days of only texting though Bruce started to worry about you, plus the location on your phone had been tampered with. This in mind he had decided to stake out the RedRoom Inn, but to his disappointment, Edward never got caught bringing anything too suspicious. Bruce had even followed him home a couple times to no avail. He couldn’t pin it on the strange man, but he had a gut feeling that something was about to happen.

*Waking up hours after Edward had left the sun glared in your eyes, he had left the closet door open, allowing a bit of natural light in. You groaned sitting up, finally getting out of the daze you’d been in. Edward had to rush, being late to work, but this had caused him to leave your phone out. Leading to you hearing the familiar ringtone, jolting up and rustling the chains.

Your heart skipped a beat but you knew Edward was watching, waiting for you to make a sudden break for it.

You glanced down and suddenly felt adrenaline coursing through your body as you realized he had forgotten to click the cuffs on your wrist shut completely. Quickly you checked your ankles, throwing off the restraints first and then stood, hurrying to remove your wrists cuffs. With a fast paced limp, you rushed to the room where the noise continued to ring, knowing you had limited time. You quickly picked up the device, seeing the caller ID light up a name that had become more familiar to you these past few months.

“Bruce!” You squealed and answered, hyperventilating into the phone's mic as you quickly shouted for help, “Bruce! Please! Dear God, you have to help me!” You sobbed, hearing his breath hitch on the other end he listened. “I-I’m at-!” You stopped, freezing as the main door clicked, and the call suddenly dropped. Rendering the phone useless to you now. “Y/n!” Edward yelled out, heavy thuds filling the empty walls. “I don’t want to fight! Please just come out and I’ll understand..” The end was spoken with a hint of that shyness from when you’d first met him.

But knowing that your only hope of escaping had been promptly removed, you didn’t move, just watching the entrance to the room. “Ah, there you are my love..” he cooed and walked into the room casually, sighing as he ran a hand through his hair. “Oh honey, we were having such a good time..” he adjusted his lenses and looked at you, “it’s a shame you’re so determined to ruin it.” He laughed and grabbed you by your hair, dragging you down and to the closet once more.

“It was a mistake to leave in such a rush this morning!” He was mad now and you felt it through his rough tugs. “Too bad you couldn’t behave.” He growled at you, making sure to clip the cuffs tighter than before.

You just allowed him to react, having no urge to fight in the moment. “I’m sorry..” you tried appealing to his kinder side and for a second it worked, he relaxed and smiled his kind smile at you.

“I know darling.. I just need you to understand everything.” He sighed and gently ruffled your hair, the touch made you cringe once more. “Understand what?” You questioned him and Edward stood, leaving you down on the mat. “You’ll see it soon my love..” he spoke softly and then walked out, slamming the closet door shut.

You were left to sob alone again, but a small hope was growing once again in you. You had managed to contact Bruce, actually he had called you first. But the luck from Edwards' mistake had run out before you could’ve given him details. Maybe he would get Batman to look for you. You questioned these ideas as you cried yourself to sleep, curling into a ball on the cold floor.

**Bruce had eventually caved into his curiosity of your whereabouts, deciding to call you himself. But nothing prepared him for your response to his call. He had heard you shriek in a panic his name, and before he could even speak you’d continued. Crying loudly for help and as you were going to spill an idea of your location, the call dropped.

He had started to breathe heavier in a panic at the call, wondering where you had gone was just the beginning. Bruce was quick to call back multiple times but to his dismay, none of the calls even rang through. Throwing his phone down in anger at the situation he rushed to the cave, checking to see if your location had managed to pop up on his screen against butt there was nothing. No ping since the hotel, but he couldn’t just bust in there with no clear reason, especially as Batman.

Alfred had followed him down, watching his eyes trail through the logs of your phone's last locations. Alfred left soon after realizing it was going to be a long night for Bruce, prepping some coffee in the kitchen for him. Bruce hadn’t paid much attention when Alfred had been around him, only giving a nod in response when Alfred informed him of the pot sitting out on the counter for him. “Get some sleep, you need it.” Was the latest remark Alfred said before heading to his own room to rest

But Bruce didn’t sleep much that night, focused on finding the location of you. He was still feeling guilty over the attack and now with you being in immediate danger, it lit a fire under his ass.

Bruce had researched through the night, waking up the next morning at the desk, all his notes sprawled out. This was going to be a long fall for everyone.

[softkostyk]

More random thoughts™ about Call Down the Hawk now that I’ve finished it (so spoilers of course) :

— my poor bb Declan I love him so much why can’t he catch a freaking break

— I wanna wrap Matthew in a blanket and protect him from all evil always

— Ronan and Jordan being besties and holding hands and leaning on each other? we love to see it

— Ronan Lynch has a giant f*cking heart and everyone needs to know it!!!!!

— all of pynch’s interactions have been so soft what the heck I want what they have :((( but also I can feel the angst coming from a mile away and I’m not prepared

— speaking of which where TF is Adam by the end

— Liliana and Carmen? a thing? so true 😌 but also I’m not 100% sold on liliana’s deal/motives

— am I the only one that doesn’t trust Bryde? why is he helping them? what’s in it for him? Idk man

— is Adam gonna be jealous about him because I mean jealous!Adam is something I’d like to see since we’ve seen jealous!Ronan multiple times 👀 not that Ronan would ever in a million years fall for anybody else

— what the hell is the Lace where does it come from how did it even exist to begin with ahhhh

— Jordan and Declan really be having me in my feels they’re so CUTE 🥺 I just want them to be able to be together is that too much to ask? (probably)

— Chapter 52 (Matthew finding out the truth) made me SOB for multiple reasons

— there was so much adrenaline coursing through my body for the last like ten chapters it’s not even funny I was so scared lmao

— THE SUNDOGS!!!!!!! basically flesh-eating puppies but!! we love all puppies in this house 🫶

— now for the quotes (in no particular order)

• does any part of you still look at the sky and hurt?

• the opposite of magical is mankind

• you smell like home

• I’m coming back. Be here for me.

• Can’t trust Ronan to save himself. He throws his heart and then runs in after it.

• He didn’t have it in him to love another dream. It hurt too bad. Loving anything did.

• I’ve been alone a long time.

I’m gonna stop here because otherwise I’d have to quote the whole book but in conclusion: I’m absolutely terrified for Mister Impossible and it won’t get here for another week so :) I’m sittin :) with myself :) if anyone wants to chat theories hmu!

[hongism]

yall know what time it is. ITS BREAKING THE ASKBOX TIME SJJSKALALALKAKSKWLWMNSNDDJKDK

honestly i expect nothing short of a masterpiece the moment i saw the notification. YOU! DO! NOT! DISAPPOINT! EVER! MISS CALY!!!

before getting into the crazier bits of this chapter, i wanna acknowledge how much you’ve grown as a writer during this series 🥹 recently i started re-reading some of the older moc chapters, and not to say that your writing wasn’t great before in any way, but the way you write now is so much more refined and beautiful, and i guess some of that is also attributed to how intense the story line and characters have developed. seriously, i’m so grateful to be able to read something and feel just how much effort and love the author has poured into in. now i can go on and on about praising your talent but i digress for the sake of discussing more… pressing issues that goes on here :)

*SPOILER ALERT FROM THIS PART*

now that jisung, hyunwoo and even hyunjin (sadly) has reached their demise, it finally dawns on me that this really is an end of an era. we spent like the past 1 or 2 maybe even 3 acts going through a gazillion emotional roller coaster rides all caused by jisung, but now is it weird that i’m kinda sad that he’s gone? it’s a perfect ending since jisung will probably never get his redemption even if he lives, but idk, i think it’s kinda depressing how love makes you do crazy shit :/ hyunwoo, on the other hand, BYE YOU ASS LMFAO WELL DESERVED. the only thing that dude has is the fucking audacity until the very last minute.

the action scene was beyond immaculate just as the emotional ones and there’s no doubt about that. im writing this with metaphorical tear streaks down my face and a broken heart after reading the whole chapter. you’ve got a way with words that can make me feel like i’m living and breathing in this fictional world. also, can we talk about this:

“Give me what’s mine first”

“Let her go immediately, you dog, or I’ll put a bullet in your head too.”

WELL GOD DAMN SIR. i’m gonna be fr and say i was SO certain we’re finally gonna get the infamous, long-awaited scene that must not be named between captain and ghost, but that’s on for me for not taking the slow burn warning more seriously lol. BUT there is still hope, i mean our mc would not be our mc if she can resist temptations and mind her own business yk.

"All these pit stops, huh? You sure she's the one trying to save you here, Captain? Because it looks an awful lot like that's what you're trying to do to her instead."

"Nightingale"

“I'm going, I'm going!”

and THIS IS ADORABLE OMG?!/?? i swear this whole part and the next part here is a prophecy that they’re gonna get it.

Yet, what you see before you is a trap, one carefully set by a vulnerable yet volatile man who could easily turn the situation into one that is advantageous to him permanently and you briefly. You imagine he has been in this position before — one where he can take as he pleases without thinking of the consequences of his actions — and where you stand, in a vulnerable spot yourself, you feel that tug to be near someone on equal footing. Wonder persists in your mind as you question where that is how Yunho initially fell into bed with him some time ago, or even further back to the first time Seonghwa was with him.

my girl has got some resolve and dignity alright, but we’ll see how long that lasts hahasksjak. we still probably got around 100 more chapters lol but just so you know, you’re gonna have to expect more than a broken askbox when that happens. everyone here will go so insane we might accidentally report you for emotional damage /hj. this is more than enough rambling but PLEASE I CAN NOT WAIT FOR MORE YOU’RE A LITERAL GODSEND THANK YOU LOVE YOU <3 - 🌊

OMGOMG okay i’ve been trying to answer this ask for like 2-3 weeks now but tumblr kept making it disappear from my inbox i was legit losing my mind?? but god bless today... today it worked... so finally i can respond... 

thank you for waiting for me so sorry tumblr was a bitch and didn't let me respond sooner </3 i was legit so sad it kept disappearing bc i wanted to answer SO BAD LSKDFJFLK thank you thank you first off in this past few days i'e received so much lvoe and compliments on my writing, and i've been told many lovely things and i know you sent this ask a while back but man it still means so much to me i'm still so grateful the words hold just as much meaning to me i really truly appreciate them and you!!!

now onto the spoiley bits... you're spot on! this is the end of an arc in its own regard where we've been in this storyline for such a long while by now that it's a bit like wow! that's over! i've been loving seeing the mixed bag of reactions about jisung, truly, the overwhelming majority are upset over his death even if he was a villain in many regards and that is super fascinating to me and frankly that was my goal i was trying to achieve! switching the perspectives of jisung vs hyunwoo, i wanted to play with that concept and i couldn't be happier with the outcome!

hongjoong and mc have such a fun dynamic and push-and-pull to play with too i adore it and i adore seeing everyone react to that as well, especially with recent chapters ofc.. but she's a strong one! she's resisting well! she's still got her resolve and her dignity both buttttt we'll see how much longer that lasts :3

[morganas-pendragons]

The Walking Dead Series Finale: I CANNOT BELIEVE IT WAS THIS GOOD

Be warned, SPOILERS GALORE. I went into this episode with such low expectations because I have seen: Supernatural, Game of Thrones... and had no idea what to expect because I’m so used to series finales just being god awful. 

THIS ONE WAS NOT. LET ME PREFACE THIS BY SAYING THIS COMPLETELY EXCEEDED ANYTHING I WAS EXPECTING. 

S P O I L E R S. 

Rick and Michonne - 

Good God. I didn’t think I could cry harder but I did. I always had suspicions that Andy would come back in the finale to some extent - because it would make no sense for the main character to not appear - as well as Danai, and as soon as I heard his voice, I broke.

Because the montage that filters between Rick and Michonne and eventually leads into every single character of this show perfectly encompasses everything The Walking Dead has been since the pilot. 

Getting to see that they both still have the hope of reuniting, that they haven’t given up on one another and that Rick still has intentions of getting home to his babies broke me. 

Seeing Rick again after losing him in such a devastating way broke me. Andrew Lincoln could be on screen for ten minutes with no lines and can convey so many things just with his eyes. 

Danai too. And the dedication Michonne has to Rick, to someone who she loves so deeply, reminds you that even in a world like that one... there’s goodness. There’s hope. There’s promise.

I wasn’t planning on engaging in the spin offs, but this one I will. I really just need Rick and Michonne to get home to their kids. Especially since Judith mentioned multiple times in this episode that she just wants her family to be together again. 

The girl is a child. She wants what all children want: Her mother, her father, her family, her home. 

And I think Rick and Michonne’s spin off is gonna fulfill that little girl’s dreams. I desperately need the Grimes babies to appear in it. 

Negan and Maggie - 

First of all, this one is for the people who still think Negan can’t/shouldn’t be redeemed, because I am going to just flat out tell you that you’re wrong. I mentioned in a post a couple of weeks ago when episode 23 aired that in the back half of s11 Negan’s intentions are all for the betterment of Annie and his unborn baby. You can tell he wants to be better. He has something to fight for now. Something and someone who can help him be a better man then the one we grew to know when he was introduced. 

Maggie’s explanation of how she’ll always perceive him was pretty spot on for a widow who lost her husband in such a brutal way. Masterclass acting from JDM and Lauren, as per usual. She wants to move on and stop hurting. That’s expected. She doesn’t want her son to see that Negan's actions still have a grip on her all these years later. She doesn’t want Hershel to see her be defined by the anger she carries over losing Glenn. 

  “I’ll never love like that again.”

Yeah. I imagine she won’t. I really enjoyed his redemption arc and her coming to terms with the fact they’re both trying to do better, to move on, to be something better for their kids. To be a good example. 

I really enjoyed Negan's arc in particular throughout the course of this season. I just felt it was so poignant. It really showed you who he became through the influences of the people he met after the war with the Saviors. Carl. Michonne. Maggie. Judith. Rick. All these people who were once his enemies ended up teaching him things that he carried years later and will probably carry forever. I just think it was so well executed. 

The only quip I have about their spin off is that I really don’t understand how they set this up for them to eventually get to Manhanttan and what they’ll be doing there. Maggie mentioned that it’s time to talk about the future and basically venture out past where the show has taken place, but It’s pretty clear they’ll always be at odds even if they both do manage to move on.

Carol and Daryl - 

Melissa McBride smiled so much with her teeth in this episode that it added ten years to my life span, made my pillow cold and made my skin clear. I will never get over how gorgeous Carol is when she’s happy. I was so thrilled that most of the scenes she appears in are with Daryl and Judith because even as someone who doesn’t want to adopt more kids, you just know that Judith is hers and Daryl’s because in some way, they’re going to want to honor Rick and Michonne by doing right by her and RJ. 

I know alot of people are going to have mixed reviews about this one. With the two of them basically teetering on the edge of a rift for so long, most of the fans simply just wanted some type of reconciliation after all that happened in s10. Especially in the bonus episodes. 

And you know what? We didn’t get it. We got something better. 

There’s so much touching in this episode. I’ve mentioned before that Caryl uses touch to ground one another in difficult situations, and it’s everywhere in the finale. 

The two I really want to touch on, however, are the last two scenes before Daryl rides off. 

Carol and Daryl are seated outside of a lake in the Commonwealth to talk about what happens next, and she’s understandably upset this’ll be the first time they’ve been this far apart like... ever. I’m not counting when Daryl went looking for Rick because he was still in reach. She’s not known life without him for over a decade. It’s completely understandable that she’s hesitant to let him go. 

And to be quite fair, I think Daryl is expecting this. But he affirms her with the reminder that it’s not permanent. That they will see each other again and she can count on him coming back to her. 

Then the hug. Touch to ground each other during a difficult time. During a farewell. Not a goodbye. 

The ugly sobs I made.... 

Then the scene on the bike. GOOD LORD. I did NOT go into this episode expecting anything conclusive for these two, but an I LOVE YOU was NOT in my bingo card for this episode. 

Listen. I don’t care if it’s platonic or romantic. It’s HUGE. I cannot recall a SINGLE time this has been said b/t these two, much less said by one of them to ANOTHER unless it was Carol to Ezekiel, or to Henry and Sophia. I can’t remember off the top of my head. Daryl may have also said it to Judith... but that’s it. That’s IT. 

An I LOVE YOU is HUGE for BOTH of them. It’s not one sided. It’s NEVER been one sided. 

Am I devastated this left Carol alone? Yes. Am I thrilled she’s alive after spending years thinking she’d finish the show and die in the process? Yes. Am I going to watch the Daryl spin off? No. 

While I believe this was a satisfactory ending - Daryl being on the bike makes sense, he’s literally been characterized as a lone wolf from the pilot and spent most of the first several seasons out in the open by himself because it’s where he thrives the most - to some extent, I really am just happy with what we were given. Even if it’s not the way I would’ve done it.

I have hopes for Carol’s story too. I think Melissa is going to come back. Don’t know how or when, but that’s what the fanfic is for. 

Rosita - 

Truth be told, I never really cared about her. I think Christian Serratos played her well and her development was flawless just like it was for Gabriel and Eugene, but there's one thing about her death I think really stands out from the others. 

Most of the deaths on this show are really brutal. Dark. Depressing. Hopeless because you know nothing could’ve been done to change them or because you know if one thing had occurred differently, they’d have lived.

Rosita’s death is very final. She’s okay with it. At peace with it. No matter how much it may break her heart to be leaving behind Coco (WHO LOOKS SO MUCH LIKE HER AND SIDDIQ IT’S RIDICULOUS) she knows her daughter will be raised by someone who loves her and will remind her of where she came from. 

The imagery was what got me. The room she dies in is white. All of it. White is pure. White is clean and safe and peaceful. 

And it reminded me of this one quote in S3 where Maggie is leaning over Hershel’s body after he gets bit and loses his leg. It is, in my opinion, the most profound line in the whole show. 

  “If it’s time to go, it’s okay. Be peaceful.” 

And I think that line perfectly encapsulates Rosita’s death. 

Judith - 

Lord. LORD. When Rick left the show, I had no intentions of continuing. I was done. Then they brought Cailey on as Judith and gave me back Carol and that’s why I stuck it through to the end. 

Let me tell you... this girl owned this role. OWNED it. I keep forgetting she’s basically a teenager now and has been Judith Grimes for a couple of years, but she grew in this role. 

And she aced it. Home run. She carried every single scene she was in and I spent the entire episode with my eyes glued to her because I was so paranoid they were gonna do Judith dirty. 

And you know what? They really didn’t. This episode really shows you as the viewer that even though she’s a Grimes - and has been raised in a world that shows no mercy - she’s still a child. A child who just wants to see her mom and dad again. 

That broke my heart. What she wants should be so easily attainable, but it’s not. 

I think my favorite part of her character from S9 to the end is how much she embodies the people who brought her into the world and raised her. Rick and Michonne. Lori. Carl. All she wants to do is to honor them and it’s so endearing because she’s so young, and she still has so much more to learn but she’s facing that with what she’s learned already from people who aren’t even related to her by blood. 

From people who loved her and people she lost and people she will carry on for even if they’re not there to witness it. 

The Rest of the Cast - 

This is a mess from this point forward, sorry not sorry

- PRINCESS AND MERCER ENDGAME YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

- LUKE’s GIRLS SOBBING OVER HIS BODY MADE ME WEEP HYSTERICALLY THANKS I HATE THE ANGST @ WRITERS 

- GABRIEL’S STRUT UP TO THE GATE AND HIS THREAT

- GABRIEL PRAYING OVER ROSITA AS SHE GOES 

- GABRIEL GETTING TO BE COCO’S DAD 

- EUGENE’S CHARACTER ARC FOR ALL OF S11 WAS SOME GOOD FREAKING FOOD

- EUGENE NAMING HIS BABY ROSIE 

- THE DINNER SCENE 

- C A R O L SMILING THROUGHOUT THE E N T I R E DINNER SCENE 

- DARYL BEING ROSITA’S GUARDIAN ANGEL AS HE WATCHES EVERYONE COME AND GO THROUGH THE DOOR 

- DARYL’S F BOMBS

- DARYL’S “WE AIN’T THE WALKING DEAD’’ 

- THE MONTAGE AT THE END 

- ANDREW LINCOLN’S VOICE 

- ELEANOR MATSURA

- AND FINALLY: ALL HAIL TO OUR LORD AND SAVIOR BEAR MCCREARY FOR THIS SCORE FOR THIS EPISODE BECAUSE HOLY CRAP DUDE 

The Episode Itself - 

9/10. All of it. I’m so grateful for what this show has given me over the years and will miss it deeply but I cannot wait for the spin off! 

[sugarhillpark]

hihi! just checking up on you and the progress of the final (perhaps) installment of my fav rarepair fic ¿

lol I was wondering if I'd left that poor fic languishing long enough for you to send one of these check-ups, lovely stranger. Or stranger who is extremely determined to see fanfic Ray and Mikey fuck nasty. Either way it's pretty cool. I'm alright! I struggled along writing every day at a fantastically slow pace for weeks, got past what felt like that rough point, had a big sigh like ‘phew it's gonna be cruisy now’, and then... proceeded to write absolutely nothing on that fic for weeks. Watched a tonne of spooky movies. Dicked around with unrelated vampire rikey fic and vampire rayrard fic. Typical me antics. The one (1) fanfic task I've appointed myself lately is finishing this fic asap and instead I now have so many unpublished wips I've stopped counting them because I'm afraid. And lollll you're so real for that 'perhaps'. I am not 100% sure about ‘last’ part I'm not gonna lie. Wondering if possibly this fic is cursed and I keep updating it but it somehow never ends. They're all just unbearably horny and sweet for each other in the worst way on Halloween night forever. I'm kidding, I'll finish it, but yeah, I'm not sure at this point if the word count is gonna get too obscenely huge for one chapter. There's like 7k that's edited and ready to publish but who knows how many more words to pull it together. If it hits anything above double that it'll be 2 chapters I think. Anyway, thank you for being sweet and apologies for the typically vague update! I’m sorry I couldn’t post the last part in October, I really wanted to. Here's a preview to prove that I'm doing something. This isn't the first paras of the chapter like I've put up in your asks before so I'm tucking it under a cut in case you want no (super minor) spoilers (but it's my favourite part of the chapter so far 😊)

* “Is it alright if I hug you?” Ray asks. Mikey manages a sound somewhere between a snort and a giggle, wiping his arm across his face and smiling. “Is that what you ask guys after you put your tongue in their mouth?” he jokes. “Sometimes.” Ray looks flushed and downcast and Mikey wants to give him permission to hold any part of him in his hands. “I’m gonna get snot on your jacket,” he protests softly. Ray looks down at the leather on his chest. He hesitates and then tugs the zipper all the way down and shrugs it off his shoulders, leaving his chest and stomach as naked as Mikey’s legs. Mikey blinks at Ray’s peaked nipples and the softness of his stomach curving over the edge of his tight pants as he sits and then looks back at Ray’s face with wide teary eyes. “There.” Ray says. He looks self-conscious but he’s smiling. “Not that that jacket wasn’t totalled already, but now you can’t be polite about it, Mikey Way.” He spreads his arms and makes a ‘come here’ gesture with his right one. “I’m gonna shower in like five minutes anyway, come and get snot on me, go crazy.” Mikey’s silent laughter shakes his ribs as he melts into Ray’s arms. “You’re so weird,” he mumbles as he wraps a careful arm around Ray’s shoulder and rests his head on his chest. “Why do you think your brother latched onto me at college?” Ray smiles again and Mikey can hear it in his voice and feel it in his chest. “Probably wanted someone pretty to make out with at parties,” Mikey murmurs and Ray’s chest jumps against his face as that gets a soft laugh. “I think Frankie’s probably got that covered now.” He pauses and then his fingers touch Mikey’s hair. “What do you think they’re gonna do for a second date after all this?” “Sex,” Mikey says flatly and Ray laughs and nods against the side of his face. “Gerard gets away with so much shit it’s unreal.”