#can you tell I am feeling all the feels and angst atm

[itssoinevitable]

Four times Siegfried and Audrey held hands  & one time they didn’t

[jongsie]

DISTANCE — G. SUGURU

🎧 synopsis — Geto is upset because you won't be there to celebrate your 4th anniversary with him.

🎧 au — actor! geto x gn! reader |🎧 ft — fluff!! a little bit of angst if you squint your eyes, and long distance relationship | 🎧 cw — geto calls reader baby, that's it though I think | 🎧 wc — 1194

🎧 raven's note — Look. I know Gojo won that poll... but I wanted to post for Geto. also going through a bit of a writer's block atm so this isn't the best 😞

The actors moved quickly on the set, getting to the correct positions before speaking their lines. But something was amiss, Geto didn’t seem as enthusiastic as usual. Everyone on set could tell his mind was focusing elsewhere and not on acting. 

“Go talk to him,” Shoko nudged Gojo’s side. 

“No,” Gojo said, “I said hi to him this morning and he gave me the nastiest side eye.”

“I would too if I had to see your face in the morning,” Shoko replied, earning a dramatic and loud gasp from the man beside her. “What could he be thinking about?”

The two of them watched as Geto sat on the chair placed near a camera. He was scrolling through his phone, a small smile spreading onto his face before it was replaced by a look of sadness and longing once again.

Shoko and Gojo tilted their heads at the same time. Trying to guess what could be troubling their dear friend. 

“You both are idiots,” came Nanami’s voice from behind them. Both of them whipped around with a scandalized look on their faces.

“I am not!” they both exclaimed. It was kind of scary how in sync they were.

Nanami only moved to stand next to them. “It’s nearly Y/n and Suguru’s anniversary. He’s upset since she won’t be here because of her university.”

It felt like a light bulb appeared on top of their heads; everything fell into place.

You and Geto had been together for nearly four years, and your anniversary was in five days – this Friday to be exact. Usually it would be spent together, but because the university you went to was overseas the two of you hadn’t seen each other for a while. 

It also meant because of the situation there was a high chance that your anniversary would be spent apart. 

“Hey I know what we can do!” Gojo exclaimed suddenly, making Shoko and Nanami look at him with their eyebrows raised.

— ☆

“And cut!” The director’s voice sounded throughout the set. Maki and Nobara relaxed their forms at his voice. The latter rushed to go hug the former complimenting her on how cool she looked.

“Geto and Mahito we’re gonna do your scene next so ready up,” he said, turning to face them. The two nodded their heads before moving to see the stylists in case anything needed fixing up. 

Today was Friday and Geto was especially glum. More glum than he had been all week. He hadn’t even had the chance to hear his girlfriend’s voice over the phone yet either. Sure, the two of you did text each other, but it wasn’t the same.

Even if you had called, it still would’ve been different because you weren’t here with him. 

Geto knew the consequences to having a long distance relationship, both of you did. But the both of you also knew that you loved each other too much not to try it out. So you did and it worked out pretty well most of the time.

Even if there were moments when all you wished for was to be in the arms of each other, to fall asleep next to one another, to feel your partner there physically, and when every once in a while an argument happened, to make up face-to-face. 

But sometimes you have to give up something to get something else. In this case it was being close to one another. 

The sound of the director’s voice broke though his thoughts as he nodded before walking to get into position. Just before the scene started he saw Gojo running to get somewhere.

— ☆

You put the mask on your face before taking a deep breath. “Okay how do I look?” you asked, turning to face him.

He fixed the cap on your head before nodding at you. “Perfect, let's go inside.”

When you didn’t budge from your spot Satoru put his hand on your head giving it a pat. “Relax, it's going to be fine.” 

“I know,” you said. And you did. But still that didn’t mean that you weren’t nervous, it had been months since you saw Suguru in real life. Plus he didn’t know you were coming over because it was a surprise and maybe just maybe a little part of you was anxious about how he’d react.

You hoped he would be happy.

“Let’s go,” you said, beforing making your way to the door and twisting the handle to open it. Gojo followed behind closely, eager to see his best friend’s reaction. 

You walked closer and closer to where Geto was recording, the mask and cap hiding your identity in case any one noticed you. Finally you and your boyfriend’s best friend stopped a few meters away from the set.

Your eyes roaming around Geto’s figure as he did his job. The urge to run to him and hold him was so strong but you held yourself back not wanting to ruin anything.

You watched as Mahito said his lines and before Geto could reply to him he looked into your eyes.

It felt like everything had slowed down as you watched your boyfriend run towards your direction. Everyone looked at him confused, cameras that were recording capturing everything on them.

Stopping just a few centimeters before you Geto whispered your name. 

“Hi Suguru,” you said, and that was all it took for him to pull you into his arms.

Butterflies raised a storm in your stomach from how hard they were fluttering, you melted into the hug leaning all your bodyweight onto Geto. His head rested on top of yours which was in the crook of his neck.

“I missed you so much,” you mumbled out, arms tightening around his waist. 

“I missed you too baby,” he said, before pressing a soft kiss on your head.

Everything felt so peaceful at the moment.

But Gojo Satoru just had to open his mouth. “Ew couples.”

“Not our fault you have commitment issues Toru,” you said, sticking out your tongue at him.

Geto let out a laugh at your response. His heart felt much lighter than it had all week. You were with him and that’s more than he could’ve asked for. 

— ☆

Megumi, Nobara, and Yuji were hunched over looking at Nobara's laptop as she scrolled. Every few seconds they would stop to read something before a sound of amusement left them.

“What’re you three laughing at?” you asked, trying to take a peak. Geto stood to your left, his arm around your waist as he also tried to look.

“Here,” Nobara said, before holding up the laptop for you. Taking the device from her hands you click on the video that was displayed.

It was a video of Geto running to you on the day you had decided to surprise him. As you scrolled down the comments and retweets under the video made you let out giggles of your own.

“Who uploaded this?” Suguru asked curiously even though he had a person in mind.

“It was Gojo,” came Shoko’s voice from behind. And that was all the confirmation he needed before running to hunt down his best friend.

© jongsie— all writing is mine do not plagiarize, cross post, repost, copy, translate, ect.

[tempvstas]

Good Things Come To Those Who Wait

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Content Warning(s): some angst, leona being emo lol

Character(s): GN!Reader(no pronouns mentioned), Leona Kingscholar

Authors Notes: Hello all, I am not dead, just busy :] Life update, started uni so I've been busy with that, also, bit off more than I could chew so I burned out HARD. Genuinely lost motivation to write. But I do want to get back into the flow of writing. I'll try and fulfill requests(esp the ones sitting in my inbox, sorry to everyone who sent me requests before im not ignoring you i swear 💀) when I can but theres no guarantee. I wanna write what I can and what I want to and atm its Leona :]]. Please enjoy LMAO

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Leona couldn't remember the last time he had felt the warmth of another.

Moonlight filters through the open balcony of his room, a gentle breeze causing the curtains to sway slightly. He can feel your hands curled around his waist, his tail wrapped around your leg respectively. He stares at you, watching your chest rise and fall slowly, your soft snores seemingly filling up the room.

Silly Herbivore. He muses, brushing a stray strand of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. You're so vulnerable, nestled against his chest. Wholeheartedly clinging onto him as if you were afraid he'd disappear. As he stares at you, he can't help the slight bitterness that wells up in his throat.

Why did you choose him out of everyone? Out of pity? He's never been good enough. The elders and servants back home made that quite obvious enough. He almost laughs out loud at the thought. He would never be good enough, would never be anyone's first choice, and would never put in enough effort because he was just too damn lazy.

A worthless, selfish, arrogant, too prideful for his own good, lazy, a good-for-nothing second prince who will never amount to anything.

Does he even deserve you?

Your slight movements startle him out of his thoughts as he stares down at you, blinking up at him with bleary eyes.

"Leona?" You mumble, rubbing your eyes. "Can't sleep? That's unusual," you tease him, shooting him a sleepy grin. Unwittingly, Leona feels the edges of his lips quirk up, "I was planning on it, until you started squirming around," he huffed. You study his face, a frown marring your features. Leona pokes your brow where it's creased, chuckling slightly, "Don't do that, your face will get stuck like that." You scowl at him, "I'm not a kid," you grumble, "Besides you have that look on your face and I'm worried about you."

Leona stares at you, an eyebrow raised, "Mind elaborating on what 'that look' means." You sit up so that you're face to face with him. "You know, that look! When you get all broody and emo, and all 'oh my sevens im so angsty grr'. That look." Leona wrinkles his nose at your wording, "Very funny Herbivore." You continue to stare at him, concern causes your brow to crease even more.

"Leona, what's wrong? I can tell something's up with you. I know you don't like opening up, and that's fine, but you know I'm here for you, right?" You reach over, taking his hand in yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. Leona's breath hitches in his throat for a second, he finds himself shutting his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again, he finds your gaze trained on his.

Not looking away from him, holding his gaze unwaveringly. Genuine sincerity in your eyes.

"Leona." His ears twitch at the sound of his name being called. Your voice is firm, to get his attention, but soft enough that he doesn't feel the urge to flinch away. He sighs, feeling that you wouldn't let this matter go easily.

"I know you are. If you want the truth, no I'm not fine." Leona grimaces, this feeling of opening himself up was foreign to him. "I'm far from fine. I'm just.....what did I do to deserve you?" His voice breaks a little at the last part, but he continues. "I'm worthless, selfish, arrogant, too prideful for my own good, lazy, a good-for-nothing second prince who will never amount to anything. Compared to Farena or that damned lizard Malleus, I'm nothing. I have nothing. I will never be anything more because I will always be overshadowed by people like them." He takes a second to collect his thoughts before continuing. "I've always had to work hard to earn my keep only for everything to crumble like sand. All my hard work amounting to nothing because someone just so happens to be lucky enough to just be better." His ears flatten against his head out of irritation.

You listen to his words, staying silent. You give him a moment to catch his breath before hesitantly reaching over, pressing a hand to his cheek. Leona flinches, but then leans into your touch after a brief second. "Hey...look at me," you nudge his face so that he's staring at you.

"Look, I will admit you can be selfish, hell sometimes kind of a dick. You irritate me and sometimes I want to strangle you cause you won't let me get to class on time because you won't get off me." You pause, before continuing, "But you are not worthless. And you're not a good-for-nothing second prince. I love you, faults and all. You, Leona Kingscholar, are the best damn thing that has ever happened to me okay? I would go to hell and back for your stinky ass." Leona laughs softly at your nickname for him, leaning more into your hand. "You are worthy. I didn't choose to love you because I felt pity for you, I love you because of who you are. You say that all your hard work crumbles to sand? I've seen you pick yourself back up again. You're passionate about what you're interested in, and even if you won't outwardly say it, I know you care. You're not a saint by any means, far from it. But that's what I love about you. You're flawed and imperfect, and I say that's better than some perfect curated image of who you're supposed to be." You poke his chest to emphasize your point.

"So don't you ever question why I love you okay?" Your thumb brushes over the scar over his left eye, pressing a soft kiss to his eyelid. His eyelashes tickle your face as you do so. "I love you, scars and all. And I'll say it as many times as I need to."

Leona stares at you, a mix of emotions in his gaze. He clears his throat, his tail tugging you closer to him. "Fuck...that was hot," he smirks, leaning in, his nose brushing against yours. "Seriously? I give you this long speech and thats what you have to say?" You roll your eyes playfully, smacking his shoulder lightly. Leona's laughter rumbles in his throat as a hand gently holds onto the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. Despite his rough exterior, his kisses are gentle, his lips molding against yours. His other hand finds its way to your waist, holding you in place as you straddle his hips.

The two of you part for air, small gasps can be heard between you. You wrap your arms around his neck as you settle next to him, head nestled in his neck. Leona adjusts his position into a more comfortable one, his chin resting against the top of your head. The two of you lay in silence, the only audible sound being the occasional breeze that ruffles the curtains. Slowly you find yourself falling into the embrace of sleep.

"Herbivore?" You hear his voice above you. "Mhmm?" you mumble sleepily, feeling your eyes drooping.

"....I love you." You smile, hearing his words, before drifting off.

Ensuring that you're asleep, Leona leans over, kissing your forehead, watching your sleeping face. "....Thank you for being in my life.....and for not giving up on me," he whispers, before settling against you and drifting off himself.

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[fakeuwus]

GUILTY CONSCIENCE | sim jaeyun

now playing ☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ guilty conscience by 070 shake

⁺ ⋆˚ genre: idol!jake x nonidol/femreader, just angst man am i sorry, established relationship

⁺ ⋆˚ warnings: lowercase intended, cursing, being drunk, infidelity, gaslighting(?), baby is used as a nickname, one suggestive text, jay is mentioned BRIEFLY

⁺ ⋆˚ word count: ~1.2k

⁺ ⋆˚ message from nic: i know i already did a piece ab cheating but all of my works are inspired by songs or i try to connect them to a song,,, i just feel it sets the tone of the story and its fun to connect a story to a song!! and since this song is one of my favs atm i HAD to write ab it. i definitely recommend u guys listen to the song while reading or even listen to it after. kinda ironic how cheating is one of my pet peeves (i fr despise it sm dont get me started) yet here i am writing ab it lmao. i promise i'll write something more lighthearted and/or anything that isn't angst soon LOL. but hope y'all enjoy and feedback is always appreciated!

"5 AM when i walked in, could not believe what i saw"

yn: JAKEY JAKE JAKEY pleaseee come tk the club rn i habent seen u since u got nack :(

jake chuckles at the message as he reads it. he glances over at the clock that reads 4:38 AM. he knows that clubs in korea don’t close until 8 but god damn how are you still partying with your friends this late? he figures that you must’ve had a little too much to drink and your party animals for friends don’t help at all.

jake: ik baby but we had schedules right when we landed and im so tired… how are u even still there rn???

yn: TOO MICJ FUN :D

yn: COME HAVE FUN WITH ME BABY ;)

jake: u make it rlly hard to say no to u

jake: ill be there soon<3

jake sighs as he rises from his bed, making sure not to wake jay who’s fast asleep. he envies how jay can be sleeping so peacefully when jake is experiencing the worst jet lag of his life. you being out at 4 in the morning and his racing mind doesn't help him try to get some shut eye either.

he dresses quickly, making sure it's quiet when he exits the dorms. it’s not his finest fashion moment but he could care less about what he looks like. he’s only going out to see you and to possibly save you from whatever crazy antics you and the girls are up to.

jake isn’t going to lie when he says he hasn’t made the best effort to see you after getting back from tour. but he also didn’t lie when he said his schedule was super jam packed these days. he should’ve immediately ran to you as soon as he landed but he just didn’t have it in him. guilt gnawed away at his heart as he hailed a cab to lead him to the club you were having the time of your life at.

jake enters the back of the club smoothly without drawing any attention. thankfully your friends secured a vip table upstairs in a secluded area, making it easy for clubgoers to not notice that an idol was going to a club at godforsaken hours.

approaching the table he sees you right away. it’s not hard to spot your beautiful red dress, hugging every curve on your body. your long hair flows as you sway your hips back and forth. jake smiles to himself. how did he manage to bag the most gorgeous girl in all of seoul, korea? it was clear you were having way too much fun, giggling and dancing with your friends and-

he quietly gasps. the scene before him makes him halt in his tracks. it was like time stopped and the flashing lights began to blind his vision. his heart rate slowed and his palms were becoming clammy.

maybe he was mistaken. there was no way you would do this to him, he thinks. but there you were cuddled up next to a man, drunk out of your mind. jake can't stand another minute watching you and the mysterious person grind up against one another.

in a blinded rage he rushes towards the guy and pushes him away from you with all of his power. “GET THE FUCK OFF MY GIRL!” you shriek and the guy stumbles backwards sending a few drinks flying off of a nearby table. “YOU MIND TO TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE YN?!”

your mouth is agape and your mind is scrambling to figure out what to say. you know you can’t explain how you were practically dry humping a stranger, too shocked and the alcohol still strong in your system. you're struggling to say something, anything to try to make things right.

“and you,” jake turns and gets too close to the man’s face. “she’s clearly too inebriated to make the right decisions. how DARE you take advantage of her like that?!” you’re confused as to why he’s flipping the script and blaming the stranger but jake rips you away from everyone too fast for you to think another second. you stumble as you’re dragged away to a dark corner.

the two of you are standing in awkward silence, no one daring to say a word. your eyes are looking everywhere but jake. you’re too afraid to see what kind of expression his face has. “jake i-” “no. you don’t get to speak right now. there’s nothing you could say to justify what i just saw.”

ragged breaths begin to come out of your mouth and your chest is tightening. “jake please baby i just- i was so drunk and these guys came up to us and…” your sentence trails off, every word you’re saying just sounds so ridiculous at the moment. he’s right. you couldn’t say anything to excuse your wrongful actions.

“and to think i came here at fuck ass o’ clock just to come and see you. i’ve barely gotten an ounce of sleep these days but i gave that up to come because you were BEGGING for me to be here.” his voice is angry and you know he has every right to be screaming at you. at this point tears are threatening to spill from both of your guys’ eyes. “jake… i know i know and i’m so sorry i swear nothing like that-”

“NO. no just no,” he pauses carefully choosing the words he’s about to say next. “you’re right. there won’t be a next time… we’re done.” the tears that brimmed your lashes are now falling. the alcohol that once ran through you is now gone. you move to grab his hand but he takes a step back. the distance between you two grows larger and he seems out of reach.

“jake please we can work this out! please don’t leave me because of this.” your pleas are ringing in his ears but he ignores them. “we can’t come back from this yn. how could you think i’d ever trust you from now on?! don’t contact me ever. have a nice life.” the loud music pounds on the walls just like your heart is in your chest. you’re left alone sobbing, wondering how you managed to fuck up the best relationship you’ve ever had.

jake stumbles out of the club, trying to clutch onto anything to help him out. the fresh breeze of the night blows onto his face and helps him regain his breath. he struggles to get his thoughts together as he walks down the sidewalk back to the dorms.

maybe he was too harsh with the way he spoke to you but he knew it had to be done. seeing you cling onto someone that wasn't him was his ticket out. he knows that you're absolutely going to be broken for awhile but you'll be okay, right? he knows that you're going to blame yourself for this for who knows how long but you're going to be fine in the end, right?

he convinces himself that it's better you than him because now,

he'll never have to admit what he was doing while he was away from you on tour.

"i caught you but you never caught me, i was sitting here waiting on karma, there goes my guilty conscience."

© fakeuwus 2023 do not repost, translate, or plagiarize

[silkscream]

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫

ੈ✩ pairing: peter parker x reader

ੈ✩ summary: peter swallows down his feelings for you.

ੈ✩ warnings: smut (18+), mild angst, friends with benefits, unrequited love vibes, not edited

ੈ✩ wc: 1k

ੈ✩ a/n: i wrote this while i was drunk gfdhjkgfdh. this is also based on a situation that i am dealing with atm. a wild combination, if you ask me.

you’re making this so difficult. you’re making this so difficult.

but it’s not your fault, never is. peter has been trying to push you away from his head for the sake of a healthy amount of space, because that’s what friends with benefits do. evidently, he fails at his vow when your name lights up his phone and he finds his face warm already. this happens on more nights than he prefers. you have no idea, though — the way you enter the room at the party and nod to him, pass by him with a brush of your hand to his shoulder in greeting before talking to someone new. you, you, you. always so cool and collected and alluring to him. like ripe fruit that he isn’t allowed to pick.

he was getting so good at being casual with you, but his desire had him slipping through the cracks all the time. this desire that’s turned into complete tenderness. there was a moment about two weeks ago when he felt a true serenity from smelling your perfume on his t-shirt and he knew he was fucked. you’d been invading his dreams since. even one glance from you makes his cock twitch.

and obviously, he’s much more interested in you than anyone else at the party. the dopey, drunken smile on his face lingers as you go on about your day, playing with his fingers mindlessly on the couch while your other hand nurses a red solo cup.

it’s like you can read his mind, the way you take him by the hand to get him alone. he’s dazed now, mouth connected to yours swapping lovers’ spit, tasting tequila and wine and sprite on your tongue. an amalgam of alcoholic potions has led you here, but for peter, you’re it. it’s just you that has him intoxicated. you really are the forbidden fruit.

in between kisses, he feels vulnerable. he wants to tell you desperately how he’s falling for you, how you terrify him, how he doesn’t want you to touch the skin of anyone else. and then you give him those eyes and he shuts up, swallows it all down to make himself useful with your cunt instead.

he’s so eager to please — that’s what you like about him. whatever he can do to coax out those heavenly whimpers, the rushed gasps falling from your lips as his tongue laps up your clit, he does it all. the way your legs shake makes him feel fucking insane. peter thinks maybe when you whimper his name there’s something behind it, maybe you need him as much as he needs you, but he pushes away the thought. focuses on making you cum on his mouth instead. and you do — over and over and over. peter won’t let you refuse him even when you’re pulling on his hair hard. he needs to hear your gasps, your whines, the way your voice cracks when you say his name until you’re numb in the head.

“stop, stop please, peter,” you squeal. “need you to fuck me.”

“you sure?”

“mm. is the sky blue?” you exhale, devilish grin taunting him. even in your vulnerable state, fucked out from your orgasms, you still find a way to push him. tease him. he’s a fucking goner.

“fine,” peter chuckles breathily. he needs to be inside you and screw his eyes shut instead of looking at your angelic face, doe eyes blinking up at him like he’s the only person in the world.

he never gets over the sounds you make when he enters you, the way you gasp and moan like a helpless animal while your hands clutch his arms with a brutal grip.

“c’mon, pete,” you beg.

“don’t wanna be too rough, baby.”

“but i want it.”

the way your mouth looks when it goes slack makes him give in. suddenly, peter’s hips snap to yours with vivacious force, earning him the sound of a groan from you. your cunt clenches him almost immediately and he has to remember to compose himself so he doesn’t lose it too soon.

“feels so good,” he slurs. “every fucking time.”

“yeah?”

“yeah.”

it’s funny, the way you beg for his cock and the way he gives it to you as rough as you want it, yet the glint of your eyes states that you’re still somehow in charge. even underneath him, you’ve got your teeth sunken into him and he’s more than willing to take on the scars.

he feels lightheaded already, jaw clenching as he continues to snap his hips to yours while your mouth sucks on his neck.

“god, ‘m gonna cum soon,” he breathes.

“yeah? gonna cum for me?” you grin.

it’s not fair. you’re the one underneath him. yet he’s about to fall apart while you egg him on and god, your pussy contracts in a way that feels so so tight around his cock.

“peter, fuck—”

the mere sound of your voice has him releasing his inhibitions. peter exhales heavily, his heavy body going limp on top of you while his hands are still tangled with yours. his eyes are closed when he kisses you again, and it’s so deep and sensual that you’re lost in the taste of his mouth. both of your bodies seem to melt together slowly like a burning candle.

you’re the first to release yourself from the kiss, doe eyes and long lashes gazing at him with a smile. you run a hand through his chestnut hair.

“feel okay?” you ask.

“yeah,” he nods, chuckling. “um, let me clean you up.”

and he does, wiping you off with his t-shirt, kissing you on the forehead. peter can’t quite decode the expression on your face.

“hey.”

“yeah?” you mumble, busying yourself by putting your clothes back on. there’s a pause, a moment of silence. you look at him with raised eyebrows. warmth pools in his body like slow honey.

he swallows his yearning once again. he tries to bury it down in his body until it dissipates completely.

“we should get back to the party.”

the smile you give him is solemn, but maybe he’s overthinking it.

“sure thing, parker.”

[resowrites]

Hitch - oneshot.

Summary: Henry and his girlfriend hit a bump in the road…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: angst, fluff, relationship difficulties/argument, language, pet names, nondescript OC body type/appearance, brief allusion to smut, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 1630

A/N: Hi folks, still not back in the writing groove but gave it a go and this was the result lol Sorry for deleting the last request, still having a crisis of confidence but I appreciate all interactions (especially as it helps me figure out blog direction). Not sure how often I’ll continue posting atm but feel free to send requests etc. - R x

My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Hitch - oneshot.

"I just want you to tell me why."

"Henry, do you not think if there was another reason, I’d just say so? Especially if it meant not having this conversation again?"

"So you honestly expect me to believe that you won’t get married simply because don't want to?"

"Yes! I said as much not long after we got together, why did you think I’d change my mind?"

"I dunno, I thought maybe you were trying to protect yourself. I know being with someone like me will never be straightforward, but why is marriage an impossibility given how long we've now been together? I've never done anything to make you doubt me or my love for you." She sighed and placed her hands on her hips, struggling to comprehend how watching some dreadful reality show about matchmaking had led to their current discussion. 

"Henry, I really can’t have this conversation again. I've told you my reason why and won't keep repeating myself. Goodnight." Henry dashed between her and the living room door.

"Darling please, we need to talk about this. Surely you can appreciate why I’m confused? You won't attend premieres with me, you don’t often travel with me. I respect that you're your own person and want to be out of the spotlight at much as possible, but now I'm worried you don't feel the same way about me anymore."

"Henry, you already know that isn't true. For fuck's sake I take care of everything each and every day don't I? Your house, your personal affairs, even your dog! I live in the middle of nowhere for you, I get abused every day worldwide for you, and I can't even walk down the fucking street without the risk of being photographed - all for you! Why would I do any of that if I didn't love you? I've never wanted your money, connections, or anything else, and yet here you are questioning me!" But her anger only served to rile him up further. 

"Well, I wonder why! You sound pretty resentful even though this is our house, our dog, our fucking life! For God’s sake I thought we were past this, what else can I do to prove that you're my priority?"

"I'm not resentful, that's my point! And we didn't choose this house or other aspects of our life together but I'm still here, still dedicated to you. What else do I have to do, to prove that?"

"So that would help? If we moved, chose a house together?" She clasped her forehead, exasperated.

"Ugh, no! I love this house because you chose it, just like I love you. Now let me go to bed." Henry blocked her path once again.

"No, please… I'm just trying to understand. You forget that I know you were engaged before, so is it that? You love me but you were in love with him?"

"Or the experience just confirmed marriage isn't for me. If I'd lost the person I loved most, why would I settle? I'm hardly the type, am I?" He searched her eyes.

"But if it's inconsequential to you why can't we do it? I just want you to be my wife, you know fine well I'll never hurt or leave you!"

"Except I don't! No one can. I don't want marriage because I don’t believe it's a vow anyone can honestly make. You might wake up tomorrow and decide you don't love me anymore, or next week you could meet someone who makes you realise you never did. I'm sorry but having to get divorced just adds insult to injury and I won't do it to myself. I refuse to."

"Oh, darling." Henry tried to move in for a hug but she swiftly raised her hand.

"Stop it. Whether you accept it or not, I continue to be here because I love you, and I'm sorry you think I haven't done enough to make that clear."

"And I'm sorry you think I don't love you as much as you love me." A look flashed briefly across her face.

"When did I say that?!"

"Throughout this entire conversation! So I was right all along, you think I'm just a selfish prick who wants to have his cake and eat it. First it was your father, then your ex, and now me. I'm just the latest in a long line of disappointments, aren't I? What do you want me to do? Give up acting? Will that be a big enough improvement for you?" There was no mistaking the look on her face anymore.

"How dare you. I've always respected what you do--"

“She said sarcastically.”

"Oh whatever, all this really comes down to is you not being able to control me any further than you already do." He stepped back a moment, turning around only halfway when he was ready to speak again.

"You don't really believe that?"

"Either way, I'm never getting married or having children. If that's too much for you then, I suppose... our relationship is already over." Her eyes were distraught and Henry rushed forwards, gripping the sides of her arms.

"No, no. Please, don't say that. I'm not losing you over something like this. Having children is different and besides, I don’t want to share you with anyone else," she felt her heart pinch. "I'm sorry, Okay? I'm just hurt, but I'll get over it. Yes, I'm old-fashioned, I find it hard that you don't let me spoil you, or that we have to take turns paying for holidays. You even have to pay for the upkeep of this place!”

"Yes, because you bought it despite us both living here, why can't I at least contribute?" He finally let her go, sighing as his head dropped down.

"I just want to care of you."

"And you do! Which I'm grateful for and is the reason I do whatever I can to take care of you as well. Marriage gives me the ick, alright? I'm just not lovey-dovey, sue me."

"Bollocks. You spend ages cuddling Kal, cooking for me… do you know you even cuddle up to me at night after you've fallen asleep? I try and stay awake just so--" his voice caught in his throat, "I don't miss it. We don't have to have a wedding, though you seemed to enjoy Mark's and Claire's...”

"I'd enjoy myself at funerals if they had open bars." 

"Well, what if something happens to me? I need to make sure everything's taken care of."

"We can go to a solicitor for that." Henry rubbed his jaw.

"What if we make it just us? We don't have to invite anyone other than the witnesses." She pondered the suggestion for a moment. 

"How about we have a civil union?" He scowled.

"What, where you don't have to change your title, surname, or even be called my wife?"

"Henry that's my last offer, take it or leave it. For fuck's sake why can't I just be your partner? That's all I've ever wanted to be..." She swallowed back her tears but practically fled the room. Henry just stood with his head in his hands. Neither of them slept well that night.

***

The next couple of days passed uneasily, not that she didn't try her best to make things better. She still didn't want to give in to Henry though, no matter how bad it felt not to. She thought she’d sacrificed enough for them to be together. If she said yes to this, then what would be next? It was as she was curled up on the sofa, letting such thoughts churn over and over in her mind, that he came and sat down beside her. After a couple of minutes, he gently took her hand. "Listen, I've thought about what you said and I think I finally understand. With that in mind, I'd like you to accept these as a promise that we'll belong to each other for as long as possible and as best we can.” He looked at her knowingly while pulling two velvet boxes from his pocket. “I got you the same promise ring as mine as I know you don't like anything sparkly, mine's just wider cos I've got big hands and need it to last. You don't have to be a Mrs or take my surname either, though I know you don’t like yours so I thought maybe you could anyway?" His hopeful eyes were met with the mischief in hers.

"But your surname’s awful as well!" He snorted.

"Fair enough, I know it's a nightmare changing everything by deed poll anyway. We can wear the rings on our right hands if you want, so... what do you think?"

"I'll accept it on one condition," she teased, though the tears in her eyes were plain to see.

"Which is?"

"You get down on one knee." Henry stared at her for a moment in disbelief but soon hurled himself to the floor, grinning as she presented her right hand. He took his time, making sure to slide the band on carefully. Once that was done she grabbed his and as gently as her patience would allow, twisted it over his finger. They beamed at each other before he leaped to his feet, pulling her with him so they could kiss and embrace. His heart felt like it was about to burst. "You know, if I'm not your wife then what will you call me?"

"How about 'wagon?'" She giggled and swatted him on the arm. "What about me?"

"Hmm, let's see... what else begins with 'w?'" He roared with laughter, planted another kiss on her mouth, and swept her up into his arms. She knew they were headed for the stairs before he even turned round.

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[theotherbuckley]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @nmcggg @underwaterninja13 @saybiwithme @your-catfish-friend @jesuisici33 @cal-daisies-and-briars @perfectlysunny02 @hippolotamus @wikiangela @smilingbuckley @diazsdimples @dangerpronebuddie @tizniz

How many works do you have on ao3?

18

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

92,593 !

3. What fandoms do you write for?

9-1-1 currently (previously criminal minds and lucifer)

4. Top 5 fics by kudos:

1. Because You're Exhausting 10K words (917 kudos) 2. Pancakes, kisses, and a little bit of TLC 4.8K words bucktommy (890 kudos) 3. I'll Take Care of You 5.1K words | buddie (879 kudos) 4. Cow Eyes 2.2K words | buddie (720 kudos) 5. Tripped and Fell 5.8K | buddie | E (464 kudos)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes💜 i try to respond to them all but sometimes i forget and then i feel bad because i get another comment and i cant respond to it because i didn't respond to the previous one but by then an extend period of time has passed and i feel weird about replying to the previous comment so i stop responding... oops.. also that time i go a few hate comments and it made me stop responding to comments on that fic

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Because You're Exhausting - uhhhh this is depression in 10K words its so fucking sad and you will need tissues and most of the comments on this fic are people telling me they cried so... yeah sorry about this (read the tags please for the love of god read the notes there's a lot of trigger warnings)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

There are quite a few with good happy endings but I'm especially fond of Cow Eyes i think its silly and cute

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yeah kinda - Because You're Exhausting has got a few mostly about the ending which i to an extent can understand but if you're going to be triggered by something please for the love of god READ THE WARNINGS IN THE NOTES - i don't wanna spoil everything but the tags on its own should have been enough to go hey maybe i should read the notes too asjkdaj so yeah a few hate comments on that

9. Do you write smut?

Yes! didn't for the longest time but yes yes I do :)

10. Craziest crossover?

I don't write crossovers

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope i think if i ever did id be so honoured I'd cry

13. Have you co-written a fic before?

currently writing one with @diazsdimples <3

14. All time favorite ship?

Buddie!!! (but I am really enjoying bucktommy atm)

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Healing fic is killing me rn - I may write a lot lot of angst but seeing buck so happy on my screen is making me struggle to write depressed buck but I will write it but also uni is killing me rn. this fic is over 17K so far with no end in sight so is by far my longest which I think is why its so hard

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm good at writing depressing shit

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Like the rest? Idk I struggle with dialogue tags and switching from dialogue to prose I think

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I love it but too scared to do it because I just speak English. But I love pet names etc in other languages.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

I think Sherlock bbc on wattpad when I was a kid and then Lucifer first on ao3. Looking back these are pretty trash idk what I was thinking but we all start somewhere.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Hmmm good question. Even though Because You're Exhausting is so sad I really do like it. Also running from myself (and the memories of you) (12K) which is also depressed!Buck but it's lighter and has a happy ending. Also both my chronic pain!Buck fics make me happy. Idk this is hard I can't choose.

I won't tag anyone since most people have done it but if you wanna do it then consider this your tag!

[daisymae-12]

weekend WIP game

thanks @welcometololaland for this fun game (the perfect way to spend my saturday night 😂) and @kiwiana-writes for the tag ❤️ I only have one art WIP right now so I opted to do the writers questions !!

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more). (questions for artists/gifmakers here).

1. WIP List: ok this question made me actually label my WIP's because they're all just titled "Fic #1", "Fic #2" etc in my google drive 😅

Roommates/College AU

5+1 bestfriends to lovers [Alex accidentally keeps friendzoning Henry lmao]

Supermarket meet-cute (but not cute because Henry manages to piss off Alex)

Fake Dating/College AU [inspired by how my husband and I met]

Vampire Henry

Artist Alex [Bea commissions a gift for Henry]

Canon Divergence from Kensington

Roommates AU ft. stardew valley

Coffee Shop AU

Canon Divergence from Lakehouse

Neighbours AU

Fake Dating/High School AU [also inspired by how my husband and I met lol]

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

Fake Dating/College AU !!

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

Fake Dating/College AU - it's the only one so far that I've made an outline for because I think it'll be long-ish 😂

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

Right now it's my Vampire Henry fic ❤️ enjoying it because I'm not struggling too much to write it - and the ideas have been coming easily 😌

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

ooo probably the two canon divergence ones? mostly because they'll probably be the fics with the most angst - yikes

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

gosh - all of them? I haven't published new fanfic in over 6 years so it's definitely been nerve wracking even sharing snippets over here for wip wednesday 😅

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

Maybe for the longer fics? I'm not sure if I will! We'll see if I ever get to writing anything long enough 😬 I am sort of warming up to the idea of google doc cheerleaders? I dno, I'm such a slow writer though so it might stress me out 😂

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

yess the Roommates/College AU - this was the first rwrb fic I started all the way back in June LAST YEAR 😭 I wrote bits and pieces of the first two chapters and still haven't picked it back up since 😩 I've also hit writer's block with the 5+1 - I thought this would be the first fic I'd publish for rwrb AND the first fic I'd ever finish but I got triggered when writing one of the scenes which shocked me because I didn't expect it to? I'd even say this fic is light-hearted but yeah I had to stop. Hoping to finish writing that one after Vampire Henry though !!!

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

ooo so far the only fic with an OC is Fake Dating/College AU but I can't say more without spoiling 👀

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

Everything is such bare bones atm, so I truly don't know 😂

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

Probably Canon Divergence from Kensington 😅😅😅

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

Hoping the characterisation is ok on all of them but right now they're all so short still that I can't pick one out 🙃

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

Gosh I am BAD at this - will probably end up being the Coffee Shop AU because cafes are my second home but we'll see 😅

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

As of right now - been working the hardest on Vampire Henry fic but I anticipate it'll be outdone by Fake Dating/College AU - that one will take me a long time to write based on the outline I've done 💀

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

ahh I'm not sure! Maybe Fake Dating/College AU? I can already tell that fic is going to be my baby and I hope everyone will like it too

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

Not really but I do daydream about them in the shower 😂

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

hmm not sure since everything is still quite bare bones so I'll answer this next time !

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

Right now - Vampire Henry 😅 but not really ??? but yes the most in comparison to everything else so far LOL

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

Nope but I do want to write a fic with an outside POV one day!

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

Vampire Henry fic will probably be the first fic in a series 😬 I have ideas for a sequel OR extra scenes that will be ficlets 🥰

Yay that was so much fun! Love reading about everyones wip's but no pressure ❤️ @myheartalivewrites @heybuddy-drabbles @read-and-write- @suseagull04 @gwiazdziarka @adreamareads @sprigsofviolets @cultofsappho @anincompletelist @lizzie-bennetdarcy @notspecialbabe @littlemisskittentoes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @affectionatelyrs @heartitinthesilence @inexplicablymine @raysletters @tintagel-or-cockleshells @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @sherryvalli

[nerdysleepybunny]

Not requested, but here’s some Technoblade for y’all. A mix of angst and fluff. It’s currently 1 am and I’m too tired to get any actual fics out atm so y’all can get this little thing before I go to bed. Goodnight my sleepies. 💕

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom(s): DreamSMP

Character(s): C!Technoblade

Reader: Gender neutral (they/you)

TW: Mention of death

Style: Hcs

Summary: You find out that Technoblade will be dying soon. You decide to finally confess your love to him whilst spending your last moments with him.

You walked into Technoblade’s cabin, seeing him looking out the window. His cape and crown were discarded, leaving his beautiful form on full display. His hair wasn’t in its usual braid, it was fully down, framing his scarred face. The man had heard the door open, but didn’t move or look towards the sound, knowing very well who was here.

You walked next to him, staring at the same view. He had been watching the sunset. It reminded you of him.

“Y/N.” His monotone voice broke the silence. The air was tense. He could tell you were holding back tears.

“I’m dying very soon.”

“I know.” He noted how your voice broke, and when he looked down at you, he saw how watery your eyes were. You refused to look at him, knowing it would instantly break the dam. It hurt him knowing how much pain you were going through. He never knew he could have such an affect on someone. He watched with a sad expression as you wiped your eyes before turning to him, not yet looking at his face.

“Technoblade.” You grabbed one of his hands, which was a lot bigger than yours. His heart shattered as he thought back to all the times you played with his hands, tracing the lines and scars, maneuvering his fingers to form a certain shape, cracking his knuckles, playing with the jewelry, or simply just holding it. It was a habit that he’d come to enjoy and even find a comfort in. You knew he wasn’t really one for physical affection, so you showed your love in small ways. And whilst at first they were difficult to get used to, it eventually worried him if you weren’t doing the small acts you usually did.

You played around with his hand a bit, before intertwining your fingers with his and bringing your other hand to hold his near your heart. You sighed, stepping closer to Techno.

“I love you.” The words stunned him. Sure, you’ve said them before, but those were in a platonic way. He could tell that this time was different. But now wasn’t the time for him to go through a whole rant of “there’s so many other people but you love ME?” He could tell that was the last thing you needed right now. So he accepted your words.

“I love you too.” He gently unwrapped his hand from yours, moving it to cup your cheek. Your eyes finally met his red ones, tears streaming down your face. Now it was Techno who was holding back tears.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner..” The piglin took his other hand to cup your other cheek, holding your face still as he leaned down and placed a gentle yet loving kiss to your forehead. A silent way of telling you that it was alright.

“When I die, I’d like to meet you again. And spend the afterlife with you.” Technoblade smiled and leaned his forehead against yours, staring into your eyes with nothing but adoration.

“I’d love that.”

You spent his final moments right by his side in his bedroom, watching the sunset, then the moonrise, then the stars. He retold you Greek myths, rambled about how he was feeling, how scared he was to die, and how sad he was that he had to leave you. You listened and comforted him through the whole thing. And right before he died, he gave you one last kiss on the lips, one that was passionate and long-lasting. The tears came right back, knowing what was about to come. He shared one last “I love you” before taking his final breath. You luckily managed to say it back just before he died, seeing him smile before he went completely limp.

You stayed in his bedroom for hours, holding him close to you and sobbing until his body went cold. You hoped that it wasn’t true, hoped that he’d open his eyes and laugh at the state you were in. But no. He was gone, and he was never coming back.

You took all of his favorite and personal belongings. His crown, his cape, his sword, his axe, his book of Greek myths, and The Art of War. You gave your lover one last kiss before burying him along with all of his belongings, stabbing his sword into the ground and placing his cape and crown with it. You surround his grave with his favorite flowers and potatoes, along with a sign that said “I love you. -Y/N”

You took Technoblade’s extra cape, vowing to keep it safe and never let anything bad happen to it. It was all you had left of him. You stayed at his cabin that night, sleeping in his bed. Well, tried to. You were cuddled up in his sheets and his cape, Techno being the only thing on your mind. The feeling of his last kiss to you still burned on your lips, wishing you could feel it one last time. You cried all night in his bed, not falling asleep until the sun came up. When you awoke in the afternoon, you expected Technoblade to be there by your side, before remembering the tragic truth.

He was gone.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Honestly just knowing that Alex’s heart no longer beats, he no longer breathes, and his body is now ice cold is just super scary. The sound of heartbeats have always been comforting but after losing him I’ve realized how scary and painful death can truly be. Now whenever I hear a heartbeat I’ll probably start crying and imagine it’s Techno- Anywho, it’s officially 2 am, almost 3 am. I spent way more time on this than I thought I would lmfao. But it’s time for me to sleep. Bye bye sleepies. <33

[slut4colinbridgerton]

Bittersweet in my mouth|| COLIN BRIDGERTON

PROMPT: “People warned me about you. I didn’t listen… God I wish I did.”

Requested?: No

Ship: Colin Bridgerton x Reader

Warnings: AFAB pronouns, Colin being an oblivious cunt (please let me know if i have to add something else)

Summary: idk man there’s just angst

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first one shot/imagine, so any constructive criticism is welcome!! Also I will be taking requests, however i would like to stick to bridgerton atm. I hope you enjoy :)

“Are you ok?” Y/N looked up to see Eloise standing behind them.

“Yeah.. Yeah I am.”

Eloise rolled her eyes,

“I don’t think people hide behind bushes would be considered ‘fine’. Definitely not sane that’s for sure-”

She was cut off briefly with an elbow to the stomach “What the hell Y/N?, you’ve been acting weird since…” she trailed off.

“Oh. Oh.”

“Eloise don’t. I’m not in the mood to talk about my feelings. I just want to wallow in self pity.” She sat on the bench and fiddled with the silk fabric of her dress. Eloise simply sat next to her on the bench.

“Y’know you’re not too late.” Eloise said, staring into the air.

“What, how can I not be? He’s now engaged to Marina, I can’t do anything more.”

“Y/N, no offense but shut up. You are a wonderful person, you’re elegant, an academic, any man would be lucky to have you! If Colin can’t see that, then it’s his fault, not yours.”

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said about me, and about romance for that fact.” Y/N chuckled.

“Yeah, it is. That’s how much I’m rooting for you and him.”

“Rooting for them and who?”

They both stood up and snapped around, to see the man they were just talking about,

“Why are you both looking at me like that? Have I got something on my face?”

Eloise cleared her throat,

“No one, nothing, I should go-”

“Eloise no, don’t you dare!” Y/N straggled to get a hold of Eloise’s arm, but failed, and Eloise sauntered off.

“Y/N, are you feeling ok? Have you come down with an illness?” He says, pressing the back of his hand to her forehead, “You’ve been acting off this whole party.”

Y/N stepped back from Colin,

“ Colin just leave it, I’m ok, I’m just sick of everyone asking me that!”

Colin raised his hands in defeat,

“Ok ok, just please, tell me what’s troubling you. It’s unlike you to be this.. reserved.”

“Colin what would you know what I’m like? You’re hardly around me anymore.” Y/N yelled out.

“Pardon?”

“Do not act like you haven’t been. You’ve been so infatuated with Miss Thompson, You have hardly spent any time with anyone else!”

“Why are you acting like this, is because you are jealous? I mean I don’t blame you! Marina has had more luck on the marriage market in a few weeks, more then you’ve had for the last few months! And it will probably stay that way.”

Y/N’s blood seemed to drain from their face,

“Y/N I’m so sorr-” She held up a finger to cut him off,

“Save it.”

Y/N turned away and stormed out of the garden, Colin just stood there, just watching her walk away.

Eloise was stood talking with Penelope, when she felt a sudden tap on her shoulder; she turned around to see Y/N standing there, her eyes heavy and red.

“Hold on Penelope-”

“Oh ok then,” Penelope was confused, but then again she was used to Eloises antics.

Eloise grabbed Y/N’s arm and lead to to a more secluded part of the occasion,

“What did he say, you must tell me!”

“He told me that I was jealous, due to the fact that Miss Thompson had more luck this season then I’ve ever had.”

Eloise balled her fists,

“Oh I’m going to kill him-”

“Eloise, don’t.”

Eloise sighed, then sat down; Y/N joined her,

“I’m getting a real sense of deja vu here.” Y/N laughed bitterly,

“Sat down? You crying because of my idiot of a brother? I think it’s starting to become our thing.”

Y/N looked at Eloise,

“I’m sorry for unloading this all on you-”

“Don’t you worry, it gives me something else to to other than listen to the mindless suitors of the ton.”

Y/N chuckled.

They heard footsteps coming from behind them, and they turned around; and once again they had a sense of deja vu.

It was Colin.

“Can I-”

“No.”

“Eloise I need to talk to-”

“Not in your wildest dreams brother.”

“Why not? I need to say-”

“What? Are you planning to insult her again? Planning to demean her further? Oh why don’t you just insult her family-”

“Alright I get it! Just please, tell me where she is.”

“Fine, she’s behind me.”

“What?”

Y/N poked her head out,

“Hi.”

Hello! Thank you so much for reading my first imagine/one shot. There will be a part 2, due to the fact that I just could not put it all in one. Hoped you enjoyed this and will read part 2 :)

- caitlin/sage <3

[rochelle-echidna]

Hi there!! I really want to start reading your works since you've been kind enough to read mine, but you have such a wide array of fics I'm not sure where to start - I was hoping I could ask if you had any recommendations of your own works, or any personal personal favourites you could pass along!

Oh my goodness, first off, apologies for taking a few days to respond, and second off... gosh, I've never been asked to rec my own work before, so this was surprisingly tough haha

I do indeed love your work and know you're a big fan of the Bakurae and Malikses, so going off that I've compiled a list showing the "greatest hits," if you will :D

Domestic Ishtars series - The first YGO fic I ever wrote, which spawned a series and has slowly consumed my life and made me feel terrible that I haven't updated in so long I swear I will y'all I wanna finish this series so bad... If you like a heavy dose of post-canon angst and Ishtar family shenanigans (particular for Malik) then I'd def recommend this series

Resistance - The first fic I was ever honest-to-god proud of and stayed up all night finishing in basically one go haha I'll admit, it gets a bit harsh midway through (I was not especially kind to TKB in this one, oy vey) but it ends really cathartic and I still revisit this fic if I need reassurance that my future writing won't suck :P

Nearly Forgot My Broken Heart - My longest fic (see, Rochelle, you can write novel-length work, damn it!) and the only one I believe exists on AO3 for the helioshipping tag (awesome ship name courtesy of @sitabethel) because I was (and still am) obsessed with the idea of a post-canon "what if" polycule scenario involving Ryou, Malik, YB and TKB :)

When the World Ends - I like writing AU YGO fics a lot, and for whatever reason this one is my favourite and just came together exactly how I wanted! It's post-apocalyptic meets dive bar meets mechanical bull meets dancing to outdated jukebox music meets (yet again) cathartic ending, all under the guise of getting Malik, YM and TKB together because why the hell not :D

Out of the Darkness - Figured I had to share at least one other non-explicit fic so I didn't come across as too thirsty lol I wrote this one for a lovely YGO zine in 2022 and (along with another upcoming zine fic that I can't talk too much about atm) it's near and dear to my heart, especially with the absolutely gorgeous art accompanying it ;n; If you can't tell, I love Malik and putting him in scenarios and then having (usually) TKB come in to fix those scenarios, so if you're a citronshipping fiend like me you'll probably like this one

[thelampisaflashlight]

Not Forever, Just For Now

[A bit of a drabble featuring Dew and Cirrus having a bit of an emotional conversation, because we’re still on the grief/angst train atm. Does this count as hurt/comfort? I’m not sure.]

“I don’t know.” Cirrus mumbles into her palm, eyes distant as her body relaxes into the couch beside Dew, “I think... I think sometimes you can just feel lonely without there being a deeper meaning to it, ya know.”

She brushes away a strand of his hair from his cheek, “Sometimes, we want to feel the people around us, or maybe we need to feel them... Emotionally, physically... We need to feel connected, and when we spend all of our time focused on work or the things we need to do, we forget to take time to be with each other.”

Dew sags into the couch, his body leaning naturally towards the ghoulette, his head coming to rest on her shoulder, and in turn, Cirrus rests her chin on the top of him and sighs.

“It’s hard for you to be vulnerable, because you’ve taught yourself how to put up walls and just let all your feelings roll off your back like water, but, Dew...” she whispers into his hair, “You can tell us when you’re hurting... You’re very good at letting things go, but I know there’s times where something stings more than normal. We all have days like that, but it shouldn’t minimize how you feel.”

“...I don’t know.” Dew croaks, “It’s... I know you guys wouldn’t... I know you wouldn’t... I just... Fuck, gimme a minute.”

Sitting up slightly, but keeping a bit of grounding contact with Cirrus, Dew takes a deep breath and continues.

“It’s not easy for me to articulate how I feel in the moment.” he says in an uncharacteristically soft tone, “I want to be able to say EXACTLY why I’m upset or frustrated, but sometimes it’s easier just to tamp it down or get angry.”

“It’s easier to be mad than confess exactly how and why something someone did... hurt. I don’t even like admitting that much. I feel like I’m physically biting on the word...” he brings a hand to his throat, “It’s like I’m chewing on rubber, like I have something in my mouth that doesn’t belong there.”

Cirrus rubs his back, “I wish I could tell you it will get easier to ask for help, but every situation is different, and it might get easier to say you need a moment or that you can’t say what you need to say... and it may never feel right, I promise you though, it’s okay.”

Dew looks at the floor pointedly for a moment before looking at Cirrus directly, “Earlier... when I yelled at you and Swiss, I... Normally, I can deal with a bit of teasing, but it felt like... I felt like I was on the ‘outside’, I guess.”

“Outside?” Cirrus asks, “Like not included or...?”

He furrows his brow and then waves his hand in a vague motion, “Hmm... like I wasn’t in on the joke, that it didn’t FEEL like a joke, and... sort of... outside of the whole situation. Like, not disassociating, but... I felt like an outsider.”

“Oh. Oh, Dew, I didn’t realize-” Cirrus begins, but stops when Dew shakes his head.

“You didn’t realize, because you wouldn’t have known how I felt about that kind of thing.” his voice goes softer again, “I’ve only told one other person aside from Aeth and you just now... and that person isn’t around anymore so... I probably should talk about this stuff more often, but we did just talk about why that hasn’t happened yet.”

He laughs and gives a little puff of air out of his nose. Cirrus can’t help but feel a little saddened by how tired he sounds.

“Can we...” he closes his eyes, “Can we... stop talking about this? Not forever, but just... I don’t want to dwell on this tonight. I wanna... I wanna just sit here and try and get to a point where I can apologize properly for how I reacted before.”

Cirrus gives Dew’s shoulder a gentle squeeze, “Not forever.”

“Definitely not forever.” he hums wearily, “...and I am sorry. Really.”

“I know you are.” she says, “I don’t have to tell you to, but, just so its said out loud... you’ll apologize to Swiss, too, yeah?”

Dew snuggles up against Cirrus, “...I wanna say ‘No’, just as a joke, but we’re being all mushy right now so fine... I’ll apologize to Swiss later.”

“Good.” she smiles, “...Proud of you for opening up like this.”

Dew groans dramatically.

“...Thanks.”

[urlocalwormtoday]

Pinned post time!! :D

alr, I figured it's about time for me to put up a pinned post

While you can find most of my info in my bio, I feel like not everybody looks there and this would just be an easier solution lol

This will update as time goes on, so just be aware of that! :]

So, let's begin!

Basic info you should know about me:

I identify as a female and use she/her pronouns!

I am aroace !! (previously ace and bi, but I've been reflecting a lot on my relationships over the years and realized that just wasn't right xd imposter syndrome is a bitch)

I only have one microlabel atm, which is a part of the ace spectrum and is known as apothisexuality

(Tying into the bit abt apothisexuality) I'm very against NSFW of any kind, so if you are an artist, writer, or otherwise content creator who actively takes part in the NSFW community, do not interact please.

Fandoms I am apart of:

Jrwi (all caught up on riptide, have not yet watched the entirety of PD, BitB, or Apotheosis yet (have mercy on me I'm too broke for patreon ;-;))

Traffic Series/Life series

QSMP

SCU

TOH

The Isle/Dinosaur community

COS (Creatures of Sonaria)

Warrior Cats

Wings of Fire

Rainworld

Content SMP

Murder Drones

Helluva Boss (nnnoott too big on Hazbin Hotel tho, most of that community is less than sane @_@)

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I am irl friends with @honeyzee312 ! Xyr awesome please go follow Xem :DDD

Please be nice to me, my ego is fragile 😔

As you can tell from my name, I love worms, specifically worms on strings, and have six of my own

I LOVE LOVE DINOSAURS

I'm a sucker for angst also

I also love reading gore lmao

I have a shared blog with HoneyZee!! It's called Worm and Zee writing, go check it out!!!! :D

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#Worm Rants - any short, usually multifandom ranting I want to do

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Okay, and now to the serious bit, the rules of my blog

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And finally, be nice to the worms please, they live within the walls of this post 😌

[danpuff-ao3]

Hi Dan! Can I ask for some fluffy, non-explicit Snarry recs, if you happen to know some? I am going through a heartbreak atm and I could use the warm fuzzies from some cute enemies to lovers 😥 Love your writing btw, you're a blessing to this world ❤️❤️

Hello my dear! I'm so sorry to hear of your sweet heart so broken! I will do my best to rec you some goodies!

I must warn you, I often tell people my angst-meter is broken and for similar reasons I think my fluff-meter is broken. 😂 But I will share with you some lighthearted reads I turn to when I most need them, and hope they bring you as much comfort as they bring me. 💛

First and foremost I'll start with some sneaky, shameless self-recs. I find family fics often have feel-good vibes, so I have rec lists for Snarry Raises Teddy and Family Fics you can check out. I also have some fluffy (for me!) fics of my own: Domestic Bliss (Snarry Style) series, The Gift of Love, and The Christmas Prince.

And with that...let's carry on with the proper recs, shall we? I do hope at least some of these fit your needs! (And lmk if you want the M & E rated version at some point!)

Sending you all of my love and hugs!!!! 🤗💛

Just Desserts

by accioslash. Rated G. 5k. AU.

Non-magic Coffee shop AU

The Beauty of Childbirth

by AnyaElizabeth. Rated G. 700. Mpreg.

The birth of Harry and Severus's first child. In which Severus remains cynical to the end.

a scratch for every itch

by bleedcolor. Rated T. 11k. Magical maladies.

Severus Snape is an itch that Harry just can't scratch.

Over Tea

by Dementordelta. Rated G. 5k. Severus & Minerva friendship.

Snape and McGonagall form a friendship based on tea, teaching, and Harry Potter. Inspired by a drabble called "Evening Tea", by Serenity, used with permission.

Lemons and Strawberries

by emeraldlove (@givereadersahug.) Rated T. 800.

Severus bakes a cake for Harry's forty-second birthday.

Lilac

by emeraldlove. Rated G. 1k. Humor.

"You're cursed," declared Hermione. She dropped several books onto the table, scattering the flowers lying about, and took a seat. There were petals on the table and on the floor — especially on, above, under, and surrounding Harry.

The Perfect Love Story

by emynn. Rated G. Mpreg.

They didn't have the traditional love story, but it worked for them.

Marks

by florahart. Rated G. 5k. Muggle AU. Podfic available.

Harry's a computer science student, but he needs a writing credit to qualify for an internship. All the writing classes are full, so he ends up in Snape's lit class as a substitute. Snape has a reputation as a hardass, but it can be said that no one passes his class without learning to write, so that meets the requirement, and then, once Harry starts working on that, it turns out they have something else in common.

Glitter

by khaleesisophie (@hereiamwithmyninjaclan.) Rated T. 6k. Gift giving.

Was it a tiny decision, made so many years ago? If he retraced his steps, would he always find his way back here?

Five times Severus almost kissed Harry (and the one time he did)

by Likelightinglass (@likelightinglass.) Rated G. 4k. 8th year. Pining. 5+1.

Severus wants to kiss Harry but doesn't. Eventually, he does.

So Quite a New Thing

by Likelightinglass. Rated G. 2k. 5+1.

Five times Harry gets thrown out of Severus' shop, and the one time he comes back.

Five Times Severus Saved Harry and the One Time He Didn't Have To

by Lunarlooroo. Rated G. 8k. 5+1. Postwar.

The world knows Harry has a saving people thing, but only Harry knows that Severus has always had a saving Harry thing. (Even if there are some things that Harry doesn't need saving from.)

(Not quite) For Your Eyes Only

by PinaNaponi (@vulnerasanenturmyprince). Rated T. 2k. 5+1. Alternating POVs.

Five times Harry and Severus don’t realise someone is watching, and one time they do.

Ronald Weasley, Stay at Home Dad

by PinaNaponi. Rated T. 6k. Matchmaking. Ron POV.

Prompt #62: Harry is the only one of them without a spouse. In Witch Weekly, Ron finds a ‘Find Your Ideal Partner’ quiz and fills it in on Harry’s behalf. The likely candidate – in fact, the ideal candidate – turns out to be someone just like Snape. He decides that it is up to him to bring the two together.

The Art of Coffee

by Snarry5evr. Rated T. 10. Muggle AU.

Taking over the overnight shift at the campus coffee shop, Harry meets an interesting stranger.

Birthdays Present

by Somn (@somnwritessometimes.) Rated T. 4k (so far.) Series.

various birthday fics for Harry and Severus

The Prince's Bride

by suitesamba (@suitesamba.) Rated T. 5k. Humor.

Hugo Weasley is sick and can’t go with his family to Diagon Alley to get Rose’s wand. Fortunately, Grandpa Arthur agrees to come and stay with him, and has a special book to read aloud. The book is The Princess Bride, and even though it’s not about Uncle Harry and Uncle Severus at all, Hugo would be a fool if he didn’t see the oh-so-obvious parallels. Fortunately, in the end, Uncle Harry arrives just in time to set the record straight and tell the real story.

[saphirered]

Hello hello, my fave CritRole writer! I am always so happy to see you on my feed 🥰

I'm caught in the feels with campaign 2 atm - may I please request a Caleb Widogast x reader (gender neutral or fem please!), where instead of Yasha asking Caleb "do you love her [Jester]?", it's the reader instead? And Caleb is shocked for a moment thinking his crush on the reader was too obvious but it's just a misunderstanding?

Maybe a proper confession...

Or mayhaps a kith 👉👈👀

Again I love your stuff and know how much work goes into it all, so take your time or feel free to leave this idea alone 😊

Turning it into a two-parter for ease of reading. Pt2; confession&kith. For now enjoy this first bit with some angst, wholesomeness and more angst. Enjoy! 😘

Caleb lies on his side, curled up near the edge of the dome, staring out through the night watching the flashes of light in the distance, listening to the sounds of the rain pelting against the ground. No matter how calming the sound around him might be he does not find sleep. Not after that conversation. Then again, it wasn’t the conversation that would bring him this sleepless night. It’s something else entirely. He can’t shake it. He doubts even if he found sleep he’d get a decent rest. Instead he sees his dreams be turned to nightmares, painful reminders, over and over again. He’d be faced with his demons. He meant what he said to the barbarian; he’s better around them all, but he doesn’t deserve them. Not after everything he’s done. He doesn’t deserve them, and he certainly doesn’t deserve you. The words echo again, replay in his head.

“Do you love them?” Yasha asked. He froze, caught off-guard for a brief moment, his defences trying to compensate. Was it truly so obvious? As a master of bottling up his feelings, did someone figure it out, figure him out? 

“Who?” Caleb asked somewhat choked, the facade fails him, defences go up but masks comes off and so there’s only a creature that won’t compute, thoughts do not match up, instincts to run and hide from confrontation, from being exposed and worst of all; being vulnerable in such a way rise but he stayed. He tried to put the mask back on.

“I don’t need to tell you who.” Yasha’s eyes darted towards you. She sees him as is. She watched him struggle. “I’m sorry. I- As someone who has lost someone that they love very much, I know how important it is to say things before it’s too late.” Caleb dared follow her eyes to you. Your features; peaceful, brow slightly furrowed, but body relaxed. You’re curled up wrapped your arms around yourself and knees tucked up. He couldn’t fight the easy smile pulling at the corners of his lips sneaking on. That smile was overwhelmed by a sadness. 

“It’s too late, Yasha. It’s too late.” Caleb whispered not sure if he was trying to tell himself that, the barbarian or maybe just speak it into existence so it might be true because he doesn’t know if he can handle the alternative. 

“Maybe not. I don’t know.” He dares not pretend to understand what the woman went through, or why it feels her words are genuine, coming from someone who has lived this reality, one he is choosing rather than having the opportunity being taken away from him. Instead of a reply, a counter argument he knows holds no weight, he patted her hand and curled up himself. 

The conversation ended there, but still it replays over and over and over. It’s driving him mad. ‘Do you love them?’ Does he love you? Of course he does. He’s not felt anything so real in a long time. Not since- he dares not let his mind wander that far. But he is not deserving of the happiness that comes with love, nor does he think he’s ready for the heartache that comes with this life, that comes with his life catching up to him when he can’t run from the demons anymore. He refuses to let you drag yourself into that. You’d go above and beyond for your friends. You’ll put your life on the line for those you love, and if he might be so bold to say; he’s afraid of how far you might go for someone you love more than a friend. He can’t bare the thought of you facing his demons, risking your life for him because knowing how powerful they are, he will not be able to watch you be turned to embers. He won’t watch you burn like he’s seen everything once good in his life burn. No more. No matter how much it pains him, he’ll pull through. 

What Caleb doesn’t know; you’ve been having your own issues with your nighttime routine and sleep has not come easy to you for a while, not with the pressure of events, not with all that’s going on and how royally messed up your lives are about to take a turn. You’re standing on the brink of war, disaster, wrath and ruin of things more powerful that you and your friends. You won’t pretend that doesn’t weigh on you. You won’t pretend these facts do not haunt your dreams and plague your waking mind. Sometimes you’ll wake from dreams in the middle of the night. You’ll keep your eyes closed because you can’t simply face your friends and look upon their faces at peace, knowing not how much time you’ll have left with them, how long before those faces will turn to horror and pain, how long before they’ll be faced with struggles and impossible decisions.  You can’t- You just can’t. 

But by staying awake, even when you’re about to doze off, you can feel eyes on you, you can hear the hushed words, and conversations of others. You usually tune them out but this one remains etched in your brain. You can’t turn yourself away from it. You feel their eyes on you, hear the words; do you love them? You don’t know why but you feel yourself staring fondly at a broken mirror of what might have been was this world different, were your lives so different. 

“It’s too late, Yasha. It’s too late.” The words sound pained and echo in your head. What mirror might be broken shatters yet still you find yourself worshipping the shards, still your smile fondly at that destroyed reflection well aware it can never be. It can never be. Or can it? Either way sleep doesn’t find you. The rumbling thunder in the distance, does nothing to ease your mind. You dare open your eyes. You don’t know how much time has passed but the barbarian had gone off to sleep again, so you’re not frightened to expose yourself and your involuntary eavesdropping. 

A purple coat rises and falls with the wizard’s breathing. No matter the blanket around him, he still shivers as if cold. Opposite, you find yourself burning from within, all too warm. You push your blanket back and watch Caleb’s breathing. It doesn’t even out like that of a sleeping form would but it does calm. You pull free from your blanket, and rise to your feet, it in your hands, carefully stepping over bodies until you kneel near where Caleb’s back is turned to you. You pull the fabric over him, up to his shoulders. He freezes, the shuddering stops too, if only for a brief second. Bright blue eyes meet yours as he looks over his shoulder. You force a smile down at him and go to rise but a near silent ‘wait’ reaches your ears. You halt. He turns to his back, hand grasping the one nearest to him, and he offers a light squeeze in thanks. You smile and nod, sitting down where you kneeled. His skin feels so cold against yours. Normally you’d expected him to be able to warm himself up, as Caleb is known to do sometimes with but a small flame. It’s then you realise this is silent suffering; repenting for what he thinks he deserves and evening the balance for what he thinks he doesn’t. 

No words will convince the wizard how wrong he is, how he is deserving. He carries too many scars, has suffered too much. There will be no convincing him otherwise until he is ready to admit to himself, despite hardships, despite everything he belongs exactly where he is; with the Nein, with you. But no spell or potion can heal this pain, only time can. Time will heal these wounds but that doesn’t mean he has to do it alone. You’ll be there for him. Even if he says; it can never be. Even if it is too late. Maybe it’s not. Caleb has faced many words of deceit. Words only mean so much. You don’t say anything. Not when you clasp his cold hand between your warm ones. Not when you lay down beside him, and pull his hand close to your chest, hold on tight. Not when you give him a look that can only be described as compassion, kindness and kinship; understanding even if you don’t know all the details. You don’t need to. He watches you. Tries to decipher, see any deceit or falsehoods but he doesn’t. He accepts your gesture with a hold equally tight and grounding, turns back on his side, but this time the one facing you. Your eyes meet, and slowly, the sleep that neither of you could find, finally approaches, eyes heavy, until they close. 

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The hag’s cottage. Every bit as ominous as it is interesting. It radiates magic, signifying the presence of the hag that lives there; the one that holds many deals and many favours. A terrifying prospect. And so she also holds in her hands the fate of your goblin friend. Nothing comes for free, so much is known. Your knowledge might be limited but you know hags are not always evil, even if they are twisted, and Isharnai seems no exception. Fjord went in first who managed to gather some information. Beau went next. She did glean some more and while it took some convincing, the Nein managed to convince her to tell what she offered the hag in return for the lifting of the curse on Nott. You got some further insights in how to play this game. You owe it to your friend to reunite her with her family, you agree with Beau on that sentiment but you also know she’s offered too great a price, for herself. It’s not an equal trade necessarily and the hag would definitely get the better side of that deal. While Yasha has entered the cottage, you tell them you’ll go next and so you wait in anticipation, clear your thought and up every defence you can muster to face this next danger. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” Caleb approaches you off to the side, in a way the others won’t overhear even though you’d still be within sight. He worries. He worries for you. Sure he’s been making his own plan and figuring out what to offer because if this creature thrives on misery, he’s got plenty to pass around. He’d offer it all in a heartbeat but he’d also play his cards right to make sure he gains what he can too. He knows the stories of hags well. Perhaps it is hypocritical of him to think you shouldn’t put yourself on the line. Perhaps it is that love for you showing through once more in every way he’s tried to keep under lock and key. He doesn’t care. Right now his main concern is your safety and he won’t let you put your future on the line. 

“Doing what needs to be done.” That’s all you say. No further explanation, no excuses as of why. Just that. 

“There’s other ways. You don’t need to go in there-“ Caleb tries to counter in the hopes to dissuade you from your current path. 

“If there was another way, you’d already shared it and we wouldn’t be here, would we?” You may have sounded a bit harsh, and regret losing control of your nerves when you see his face, see the pain in his eyes at your response and the step back he takes. Normally you’d apologise. Normally you’d say you didn’t mean it, and it’s just been the stress of it all, you’d tell him he didn’t deserve to be the victim of your feelings. Normally Caleb would accept that apology. He’d tell you that stress can cloud our judgement, that it happens to the best of us. He’d even get over his own constraints and offer you comfort in the form of an embrace and tell you all will be well. Not this time. Not now. Instead you’re met with a quiet rage, a calm before the storm. 

“If you want to throw your life away like that, then be my guest. I won’t stop you.” Caleb turns on his heels, and leaves you standing there. He doesn’t look back, not like he usually would when you had a dispute. 

When the door opens and out Yasha steps, you take a deep breath and walk up, cross paths with the barbarian. You dare throw a glance over your shoulders and find Caleb’s eyes. Though he remains stoic and distant, you can see through the mask; he begs you not to. You feel his eyes linger even when you turn your gaze back to the cottage. Before you step through the doorway, once more you look over your shoulders. He’s taken a singles step forward, hand slightly raised from his side but he doesn’t move further, not as if you can see because the cottage door is slammed closed behind you and you’re left alone with the hag. Your turn to bargain. The hag offers you plenty, aside from the breaking of the curse, at a steep price too, you’re well aware. You might be in more than you bargained for but this isn’t a bargain, is it, this is a trade, one misery for another. 

Frozen to the ground the minutes pass. The others talk about what they might offer, or have offered, strategise, ready to kill the hag. Caleb finds himself wishing he could get rid of the unrest in his limbs, feels the urge to pace but he can’t move his feet. He stands there stuck. He can’t turn away from the cottage, not while you’re still in there. Every second longer makes him more anxious. He repeats his last interaction with you. Maybe he didn’t approach you right. He did so out of anger at how easily you would walk in there, offering gods know what. He doesn’t want you to lose anything, he doesn’t want you to offer whatever misery you might endure at the hands of this hag. Yours should not be a life of misfortunes. You’ve suffered enough. You deserve better. You deserve so much better. He’d do anything to make sure you’d get it. 

Five minutes and twenty-three seconds pass until the door opens once more. You walk out head held high. The moment you step out Jester rushes past you and enters before anyone can stop her. As the door slams closed you jump, your shoulders sink. The false confidence you previously exerted is gone and your chin lowers. You look exhausted, more so mentally than physically. Something is wrong, he’s sure when you don’t meet his eyes. You brush off whatever questions the others direct at you, trying to find out what you offered but unlike Beauregard you’re a much tougher nut to crack. Still the Nein seem determined and so Caleb is the one to tell them to back off, leave you alone. For but a fraction of a second he meets your eyes and sees you take in a shaky breath. You ball your hands into fists to stop them from shaking with whatever stress or adrenaline might pump through your veins as you collect yourself. You not only ignore but avoid his presence. 

None of this goes addressed. Jester leaves the cottage urging the Nein to leave expediently. The curse on Nott is lifted. That’s all that matters for now and the how’s will be explained once you’re all a safe distance away from the place. Caleb tries to stick somewhat near you to keep tabs on you. Your breath of relief when Jester said what she did does not go unnoticed to him. What did you offer? Given the circumstances he doesn’t feel right to ask and he doesn’t but you make sure to leave an arm’s length between the two of you at all times. Why? Caleb wonders. What did the hag say to you to cause this sudden distance? Or was it his words to you before you walked through that doorway? He tries to discern and it just leaves him more confused, with more questions that go unanswered. Shame. Guilt. Regret. Why do you feel these things? Why are they written across his features and why is it not his own mind that tells him to keep his distance? Why are you staying away on his behalf? Why remove yourself from his presence like you do now where you normally weren’t a stranger to seek comfort when he offered. He left the door open for you but you did not come to him. Instead you walked away. 

[suffarustuffaru]

👀 & 🥺 & ❌

i also answered ❌ in another ask so ill do the other two asks here :O !!

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

OOH ok i. i have two more pride if wips other than my current pride if otto multichap. and i really wanna finish all of them. one of them is a pride if reinhard fic and the other is. you know it was just supposed to be unhinged and incredibly cringe pride if ottosuba smut wrapped up in a small oneshot but now its unhinged and incredibly cringe pride if ottosuba smut with Probably A Little Too Much Plot and it probably wont be a small oneshot. oops 😳 every time…. EVERY TIME… i write smut i keep making it cringe on purpose. im so sorry i cant write anything genuinely sexy it just comes out cringe bc i find it entertaining to write sjdndn (for additional context i am ace ☝️i might write fluffy smut someday though akdnsns bc i DO love sweet smut <3)

ANYWAY the pride if reinhard fic. its planned to be a twoshot atm thats just going through the most important events of poor pride if reinhard’s life. and by important events i mean All the loved ones reinhard lost and then the entire country being set on fire 😭😭 idk if any fic has been made yet focusing on how reinhard like. gradually feels hatred and anger for the first time towards pride if subaru for Doing All That but id like to focus on that yes!! like its a Very big deal. and also i wanted to give joshua a cameo bc well. the dude Already despises reinhard regularly. the moment he finds out julius and ana brutally died and reinhard is Likely half of the reason why they died (the other half being to put emilia on the throne)…… anyway joshuas gonna be very upset with reinhard thats for sure!! ..and also this fic Might need a dead dove tag. totally not for reasons.

🥺Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

EVERYTHING. but more specifically writing breaking points and the buildup to them 😭😭 the aftermath too!! like. even more specifically i love when the cards are Really stacked against characters and so they change for the worst. that gets me every time. they change so much that theyre like the trope where someone Comes Back Wrong and then they hit some sort of breaking point where hes Abundantly clear that theyre not the same anymore. if you get what i mean hah. but i love when suddenly everyone close to them has to confront this fact!! that theyre not the same anymore!! how will they all move forward from here?? bc change can be good or bad and its what you make of it…. will the character get worse or get better in the future??? idk i just love the angst of it all T^T the bittersweetness T^T having to confront the person you were and the person you Are and that even while theres differences theres still similarities to your past self…. which is probably why i like gluttony if and subaru a lot hah (on top of. heinkel……. if otto……..). like having to confront that this person you know and love is Different now….. that the love you shared with this person is Now gone and just a faint memory…. that stuff hits fr T^T like the baggage… the history… things wont ever be the same… that kind of feeling, you know?? and also additionally i love that quote from undertale that goes “despite everything youre still you”. yeah. yeah. 🤌 i like how this kind of development is so. its got Despair but if you so choose it there can be hope too….