#dont mind me just... quietly breaking my own heart

[brnesblogposts]

monster in his nightmares

pairing bucky barnes x reader

warnings ANGST!!!

a/n can you guys let me know if you can click on my master list and are directed to my fics because it’s not working for me.

reblogs appreciated if you enjoyed !

You can’t breathe, you can’t breathe. Your neck is being squeezed so tight your vision spotting as panic takes over.

“Bu- Bucky” You whisper as best you can in broken breathes, he doesn’t know he’s doing it. He never does, his nightmares are vivid and so real to him and he can’t control his physical reactions, tears are rolling down your face as you move your hand to grip his metal wrist and try loosen his grip, you don’t want it to have to come to violence but the fear you might die and the fear he’d spend the rest of his life feeling guilty for something he couldn’t control- you start kicking him, kicking and hitting. Wake up, wake up you think to yourself

‘No. Stop. Please. Dont put me back in the chair, dont wipe my mind again’ Bucky thinks to himself in a panic as Hyrda agents push him back, how did they find him? how was he tricked into being taken again and now his memory wiped of everything he loves- his memories of you- ‘No.’ The thought of losing you is enough to make him push through and use all his strength, he takes his metal hand and wraps it around the nearest agents neck, it call kicks off into a frenzy then but he fights through it, he watches as the life drains out of the agents face.

“Bu- bucky?” What? No they don’t- they call him soldat- who’s speaking, who’s kicking him? this man he’s strangling sounds like a woman? odd. what’s happening?

He’s in a room, it’s dark. He’s on something soft, a mattress? They don’t give out those in Hydra so he can’t be back with them, who’s underneath him?

“You’re okay” Strangled sobs, you don’t know how much longer you can hold on. “Bucky” You all but desperately whine, that’s when he really wakes up.

Bucky shoots back quickly sitting on his knees as you take in deep breathes of oxygen and rub at your aching throat, he’s bewildered, did he? He hurt you. He hurt his doll.. He jumps off of the bed and backs away, he’s shaking, sweating, he’s starting to violently sob as reality comes crashing down. He almost killed you.

You finally get enough air in your lungs to notice Bucky is gone, you sit up and your heart breaks as you see him sitting against the wall on the other side of the room, looking at his metal hand like it’s a weapon, like he’s sickened by the sight of it. Getting up slowly you approach him and crouch in front of him, at the approach of your hand he flinches.

“No” That one word holding so much pain.

“Get away from me, I- I don’t wanna hurt you anymore Doll” He’s not looking at you, he can’t. If he sees the state of your neck, the bruises he’s left-

“Bucky” You whisper quietly as he shakes his head again, it’s hard for him to comeback down from nightmares but you don’t know what to do in this particular situation, he’s never hurt you because of them before, not this bad.

“It’s not your fault” You reassure him, not expecting an answer but you hope to get through to him, that the reassurance and love you show him right now will help him see he’s not the man in his nightmares.

“I know you didn’t mean to hurt me” You say as you sit down across him him still giving him space as he holds his head in his hands and cries.

“I’m okay” You don’t care how long you have to sit here, as long as Bucky needs you’re gonna be there for him.

You sit in silence for a few minutes and just watch him as he takes some deep breathes, a technique he learnt in therapy, you get up and grab him some water leaving it by him for him to take in his own time, he does eventually and takes small sips.

A record is playing softly in the background he notices, one of his favourites. He senses your presence, he knows you’re there but he doesn’t understand why. He almost killed you, why aren’t you running away from him?

“I-i’m dangerous, you should get away from me-” He wont meet your eyes.

“I trust you, Bucky.” You don’t know what else you can say to reassure him, he just needs time to come down from this.

“How?” He looks at you now, grimacing as he sees the bruises on your neck. “How can you trust me, look what I did.” He’s so ashamed.

“You didn’t mean to. You were having a nightmare, we can work this out, we can talk to some doctors and see how to get your physical reactions to nightmares under control Buck. If you think i’m leaving because of this you’re wrong. I’m fine, you came out of it and i’m okay” Tears build up behind your eyes but Bucky is so fragile and vulnerable right now you’re trying to be strong for him.

He stares at you for a few seconds, his eyes wet with tears and his face one of shock horror, you can’t hold it back anymore you start to tear up.

“I’m so sorry you have to go through this, I wish I could take it all away, I really wish I could.” You reach your hand out in hopes he’ll let you have that little bit of contact and he does, he takes your hand albeit cautiously and at the contact you start to cry harder.

“You don’t deserve any of it, Buck. You never did. You’re the best man i’ve ever met and your heart is so pure. It makes me so mad to think about what you’ve been through and how it will stick with you for the rest of your life. It’s fucked up and I wish- I wish I could- I want to kill everyone who has ever been bad to you or used you.” The frustration of having to watch Bucky suffer the severe PTSD that he does hurts your heart, it causes your chest to actually ache because he is so sweet, so gentle.

“Don’t cry” Bucky says in response as his heart is being ripped out of his chest at the sight of you so upset. “There’s no need to cry” Despite everything he’s been through seeing you even just the tiniest bit upset hurts him more than anything ever could, so it’s for that reason that he looks past the fear he’s holding and leans forward to pull you into his chest.

You instantly curl up, this is so grounding for Bucky, feeling your heartbeat against his, your skin on his skin, it’s so intimate for him in times like these where he’s taken back to times when he never received simple love like touch, now more than ever he cherishes it.

“Buck-“ You croak out as you kiss his face all over, trying to show just how much you love him. He shushes you and rocks with you, his head clearing and eyes drying up. Your presence alone does more than therapy ever can.

So you both sit there for awhile, the only sounds to be heard is the both of you breathing. You stroke comforting hands up and down Buckys back and through his hair, he relaxes into your touch, into the moment, present. No longer stuck in his nightmare he’s now in a dream, being with you is a dream.

After awhile you speak up “Do you want to go back to bed? Or we can go into the living room and watch a movie or a tv show? Whatever you wanna do” You would do anything for him to be okay, you would take his trauma and deal with it yourself if you could if you knew just for a second that he would finally be at peace in his own mind.

He thinks for a second, contemplating.

“The beds kind of- it’s- too fresh in my mind you know? You can go back to bed baby i’ll go to the cou-“

“No” You cut him off “I’m with you, i’m not leaving your side.” He smiles because he’s grateful for you, with that he stands up, you still clinging to him like a koala and moves the both of you to the couch laying down with you on top of him.

“What do you wanna watch?” He asks.

“Anything you want, whatever is gonna make you feel better” Your hands are in his hair again.

He puts on a lighthearted sitcom that makes the both of you laugh as he strokes his hands up and down your back soothing not just you but himself, the contact keeping him in the moment. That’s how the both of you spend the next hour or so before you hear Bucky snoring lightly, finally sleeping nightmare free and you join him, ready to comfort him should he be woken up again.

—

a/n i started writing this a few weeks ago and then i got busy and then i fixated on something else but anyways i finished it! kind of hate it now tho but i haven’t posted in awhile,

taglist- @ktgsoul @orihimi-19 @mostlymarvelgirl (let me know if you wanna be added to a permanent bucky taglist)

divider by @/cafekitsune

[sukunasweetheart]

Thinking of breakup angst with sukuna...

Thinking of the build up towards it, the way you have been fighting over the littlest things for months now

It leads you to think about how self centered he can be, how you always feel like you loved him more than he loved you and how crushing it felt to have that realisation fall upon you every time

He can be so career focused sometimes, with the long business trips, work parties, etc. always working vehemently to get higher, threatening to leave you behind

And one particular night, the argument gets so heated that you dont get a wink of sleep afterwards, only staring blankly at nothing as you try to calm the chaos in your head. Sukuna heads out without a word the next morning, and you make the final decision in your head, alone, by yourself.

By the time sukuna comes back home with the intent of reconciliation, he finds that youre packing the remainder of your belongings into a suitcase in the bedroom, ready to move out of his home.

"what the fuck is all this?" he asks, his tone coming out harsher than he means it to be.

"what do you think? i'm breaking up with you. i'm moving out," you can barely stop your voice from wavering. you've cried too much this week.

"oh, come on. you know you don't mean that," he reaches out to grab your arm, but you withdraw away from his hand so fiercely that it even surprises him.

"don't you talk to me like that," you speak firmly, "like i'm being dramatic. why won't you ever treat me seriously? i am leaving, sukuna."

you continue your work, neatly folding up some of your shirts. you're already almost finished. he looks around, and the house looks half empty.

oh. you really mean it. you're really trying to leave.

"no, you're not. you're not leaving. not after everything we've been through together," he tells you defensively, grabbing your wrist, stopping you from folding your last shirt, trying to get you to look at him again.

"like what? constantly yelling at each other until our throats are sore? i'm really sick of it. and i'm sure you are, too."

"don't put words in my mouth. i may have gotten sick of our fighting, but i've never gotten sick of you," sukuna hisses, refusing to let you continue packing your things. you feel yourself getting swayed by his words.

"well, i am. i've gotten sick of you," you say quietly through gritted teeth.

"oh yeah? say it to me properly then. look at me dead in the eyes," he demands, voice getting lower.

"you heard me. i don't need to say it again." you pull away from his grip and try to get this last shirt folded. he grabs you again, by the hand this time, and the piece of clothing unravels once more.

"no, i didn't hear shit. convince me that you really want to leave me - and i'll let you go."

in a fit of anger, you turn to face him completely, but your resolve crumbles away when you see his expression. not the one you'd assigned to him in your own mind, but his true features, under the bright bedroom lights.

he looks serious. he looks concerned. he's asking you to tell him it's not true. tell him that you want to stay.

"...let me go. i'm leaving..." you say, voice finally breaking. like a broken faucet, your eyes begin leaking tears relentlessly and your throat closes up in that painful way that you hate, but nothing compares to the pain in your heart at the thought of really breaking up with this man here and now.

he lets you go...

and calmly takes your things out of the suitcase to put them back. you didn't miss the relief in his eyes that showed up for that split second.

"bring it back! i hate you," you attempt to raise your voice, but really, it's only just your ego speaking.

"you can't even say that you hate me in the correct tone. we're not breaking up," he mutters, hanging up your coats and putting them into the closet.

having been defeated, your legs give way and you sit down on the side of the bed, sobbing.

through the blur of your tears, you watch as he meticulously goes through your suitcase, putting everything where they belong. and you sob harder. he knows too much. he arranges your creams, perfumes and accessories in the perfect order on the dresser. he spends a good fifteen minutes, putting all of your belongings back where they should be.

and by the time he gets back to you, he's like a different man. the mattress dips from his weight as he sits next to you, bringing a box of tissues with him to wipe your tears away.

"we can talk tomorrow since we're both tired today," sukuna tells you as he dabs your eyes with the tissue, "i'll take the day off." you just sit still without responding. now that he mentioned it, the fatigue seems to fall upon you suddenly, like a brick. he coaxes you under the sheets.

soon, you find yourself in bed, in his arms. it's been a while since the two of you had cuddled so intimately. you feel oddly shy, the same way you did all those years ago when you first started dating him. there's a special kind of warmth that sukuna's body emits - and you're surrounded by it under these blankets.

"i'll try to do better... so don't go anywhere," he speaks with a softer tone.

because, it's true, he can't imagine living a life without you.

those are the last words you hear before you drift off to sleep.

the next morning, he's still in bed with you, and you're pleased to see he kept his word about taking the day off. checking the mirror, you're horrified and embarrassed about your swollen eyes from all the crying last night.

sukuna takes a look at you and chuckles without ill intent. but in your flustered state, you slap his arm until he's saying "my bad, my bad" in between laughs.

there's still some awkward tension between you and him, but going through breakfast together seems to melt some of that away, until you're ready to bring up yesterday's event.

it goes better than you'd expected, and after the discussion, the only thing that's left is to wait and see whether things will change for the better or not. whether his promises are empty or not.

"i didn't realise that you were so lonely. 'm sorry," he apologises as he plays with your hand, "i may work a lot, but you're always on my mind, doll."

it's like a huge weight off your shoulders.

and he begins to be more like his playful self again, after the talk.

"i'll need you to tell me that you love me today. since you told me you hated me yesterday," sukuna says with a smirk, hugging you from behind.

"well, you need to earn it," you shoot back, rolling your eyes.

"alright. will you say it back if i say it first?"

"sure."

"i love you."

"..."

"now that's not fair, is it?" he tickles you without mercy.

you burst out in laughter, thrashing around uncontrollably, trying to push him away.

"okay, okay! i love you!" you tell him in between breaths.

seemingly satisfied, he lets you go and pushes his face into the crook of your neck. he'll never let you go.

the following day after work, sukuna comes home earlier than usual, and he doesn't wear a grumpy expression in front of you. he greets you with a hug and kiss. it's a small gesture, but it makes you happy.

and slowly, the relationship begins to rekindle itself.

[thelovelylolly]

Hey can you make a fic where r is tony daughter and dating natasha

Morgan is a newborn wich brings out their parental side while babysitting morgan the entire team kinda surprised not used to this behaviour and natasha just goes 'yeah i'm definitely making her my wife'

Parental Side

Summary : While babysitting your new little sister with the rest of the team, your parental traits come out and Nat decides right then and there that she wants to marry you. Warnings : fem! reader (but thats it) Notes : this request is so cute, i love it! thank you for requesting it :) i did make it so pepper is the reader's step-mom and the blip didnt happen so i hope you dont mind that!

The moment you met your little sister, you fell in love with her. You were a bit hesitant when you found out your dad and step-mom were having a kid since you were a grown adult, but all of that went away the moment you saw Morgan. She was the cutest little thing and a little ball of sunshine in your family's life.

One day, you offered to babysit Morgan to let your mom and dad have a break. You brought Morgan to the compound so you could still get some work done, but you also knew the team loved her, too.

As soon as you walked through the door with Morgan in your arms, you were swarmed by your team members. You handed Morgan off to Rhodey, since he was the one you trusted most with your little sister, before going to the living room area to set up her things.

You placed a blanket down along with her toys, making sure to move anything dangerous out of the way so Morgan couldn't grab anything.

"I'm surprised Tony would let Morgan out of his sight."

You turned around and saw your girlfriend, Natasha, standing there with her arms crossed and a smile on her face.

"Me, too. I promised him I'd only let certain people hold her, I'd only feed her the things he packed, all that stuff. I'm also very protective of her, so dad knows I'd never let anything happen to her," you replied as you finished setting up Morgan's little area.

You stood up, smiling at Natasha.

"You're cute, you know that?" Nat said, pulling you in by the waist.

You laughed. "You remind me everyday, Nat."

"It's because it's true," she replied before giving you a quick kiss.

You heard Rhodey and the others approach you two so you pulled away. You instantly reached for Morgan, who babbled as she reached for you. Rhodey handed her to you and you sat on the ground with her in your lap.

The others sat around you and watched as you played with Morgan. You could feel their eyes on you and you had the urge to yell at them to go back to work, but you didn't care. You just wanted to play with Morgan.

"I'm surprised," Sam said quietly while standing next to Nat.

"Surprised at what?"

"I've never seen her so...parental. I mean, she's one of the younger team members so she's never had to be parental. Tony, Rhodey and Steve usually have to parent her," Sam explained. He turned to Nat, who's eyes were locked on you. "Why aren't you surprised?"

"Well, after she was born, Tony became extremely protective and parental. Beforehand, he was-"

"A playboy?"

"Yes," Nat answered with a laugh. "Maybe she gets it from her dad. Maybe her parental side only comes out when it's her own baby sister."

Sam looked between you and Nat, a smirk forming on his face. "What are you thinking, Nat?"

"Oh, nothing. Just how I wanna marry her."

Sam patted Nat on the shoulder. "You're going to give Tony a heart attack."

"That's the plan."

You looked up at Nat, a big smile on your face. Morgan was happily blabbering as she played with her little toys. Nat blushed and smiled back.

You were the woman that Nat wanted to spend the rest of her life with. She loved you and seeing you with Morgan just made her want to marry you more.

[axel-skz]

I dream we will meet again </3

A/N: I HAVE BEEN SPELLING HYUNES NAME WRONG THIS WHOLE TIME OMG!! I’m like not even slightly aware of anything ever. I cannot for the life of me spell seungmin right… now I find out it’s actually hyunjun… not hyunJIN?! I would pass away. But unfortunately, it’s not in my cards.||| Lmao, turns out that could be wrong but you know what, I’m just gonna spell it hyunjin. Idc. NOW, song roulette time… we get Scars :)

Summary: You and Hyunjin broke up and this is aftermath.

Hyunjin x g/n reader

It was a terrible break up. Your heart felt like it had been juiced for all it’s life blood then ran over, with a monster trucks tough uncle.

For the past week, you spent your time living the hobo life in your apartment. You didn’t go to work all week and definitely didn’t get together with friends.

You spent your days in the same routine, it always happened when you felt like you were having a crisis.

Tonight though, you made a mistake. When your mind told you to check on him, see if he was doing better, you didn’t fight it. Usually, you could find it in you to distract yourself. Tonight was another story. You couldn’t resist.

It was a mistake. The most recent post on the official page for hyunjun was him going to some versace event.

It was infuriating for you, as your eyes filled with tears, his life didn’t stop when you left. Your entire world seemed to have ended but here was this man meeting dua lipa. AGAIN. The universe had some audacity.

You weren’t even the reason for the breakup. You gave him your all but he wasn’t giving you nearly the same back.

You gave into a second urge and went to his secret account. You hadn’t unfollowed it and he hadn’t removed you either… let’s not delve into that…

He had put up his photography from his trip. You scrolled through the pictures with tears in your eyes and a weight on your heart.

You couldn’t help yourself and you scrolled through more pictures. It made you miss him more and more.

You were stupid now because you went to your chat and looked at your old messages. The oldest ones were so cute. It slowly got… less cute…

Least cute of all was when you dropped your phone on your face and called him. It couldn’t get any worse. Except… he picked up.

Before you could hear anything at all, you dropped the call. You threw your phone across the room and sat there with your hand covering your mouth while you stared in its direction.

No. Way. Is this real life?

You got nothing else after. No texts checking why you did that, nothing to follow up in anyway.

The next three days went by… awkwardly… you were coming home with groceries dangling everywhere as you went up the stairs. As you looked up, there he was… at your door… you stood there. Stunned.

‘Really? I’m so paranoid I’m hallucinating now?’ You walked up to him. ‘Can’t you leave me alone? I can’t even have my own mind?’

Hyunjin looked concerned, ‘did you hit your head? Slip and fall somewhere?’ He reached and took the groceries form you and that’s when you realised, this is real.

You turned around and went back down the stairs.

‘I’m gonna be here no matter where you go!! You have to come back! You just gave me your food and I know you hate sharing!’

You stopped, he knew you too well. You turned around quietly and slowly climbed back up the stairs. Cautiously you tried to grab your groceries back, as if doing it slowly would make him hand over his only upper hand. He leaned away and you looked up at him angrily.

‘I’m just here to talk… please?’

A/N: I’m sick. Yeah, I blame my laziness on that. HAH. I mean, I’m not winning here so I dont know why I’m laughing. Anyway, I can’t edit this later so You’ll have to check back if you want to see part 2 :)

[ryverbind]

Faceless Fixation {Sal Fisher}: Choke On My D-- [3]

My night was filled with banter and laughter. If I'm being completely honest, it was even more amazing than I imagined it would be.

I grew up with the mindset of "do what makes the most money, not what you want to do." So actually enjoying my job for once feels different. I'm not sure if I'll be able to make enough with playing games online with my friends, but I'd be elated if I could because I genuinely enjoy it.

I don't want to go back to the way things were before.

Sally Face was quiet for most of the night, only really talking when directly spoken to. But what he didn't do— no matter what— was speak to me. Never addressed me. Never acknowledged me again. He ignored any attempts I made to bring him into our conversations (which didn't happen often, by the way) and he would even scoff at the sound of my voice.

But it didn't bother me all that much. Over the course of the night, I amassed thousands of new subscribers and followers between each one of my social media accounts. It's shocking to say the least, but very welcome. I'm not sure if those numbers will continue to grow or if this is just a spur of the moment excitement for The Faces fans, but I'm anxious to see where things go.

And Sally Face never called or texted "Lexi." Not once.

My guess is that I pissed him off enough to shut him up completely.

Larry, Ash, and Todd posted their recordings to Youtube. Sally hasn't yet, but going through comments has been quite interesting. I think, with the way people are enjoying me and Sally's arguing, I may be able to make something out of this.

One such thread of comments goes as so:

sllyfcefannn: Sally is a MENACE LMAO ashypoosbby: wtf is even happening sallyfacesallyfacee: he was quick with it too hahaaa larry4lyfe: Why is Sally such an asshole tho-- sxllyfxce28: nah they rlly dont need more people in The Faces. four is enough. bye violetviolence, go somewhere else. ashintheair: Honestly feel bad for VioletViolence. she's so sweet and she was so kind when she introduced herself and Sally was just such a dick. like imagine hearing this as a fan (which she is). so heartbreaking. toddsdaddy: agreed. he could've been a LOT more sensitive like??

I look through more comments beneath my own video, smiling the entire time as I get dressed for work. I'm still stuck wearing glasses, but I don't mind. I'm used to them for right now and there isn't much that could break my excitement of having people actually defend me and enjoy my video.

It's fortifying.

My shift is a short 8-12 that goes by even more quickly with the aid of tons of comments and likes giving me something to look forward to throughout the day.

As I'm walking home and enjoying the afternoon sun, Ash calls me.

With a startled flinch, I pull my phone from my pocket and quickly accept the call when I realize who it is. Why would she be calling?

"Y/n-- sorry, I guess I should call you Vi now, right?" Ash curses quietly then starts over again. "Vi! Hi, how are you, guess what!!!"

I smile, unable to stop a small giggle from slipping past my lips. Ash is so precious. She can't hide her true intentions-- she only called me to tell me about something interesting.

"I'm well, Ash. Most of that is thanks to you," I reply happily, ingesting the tempting sight of various stores around me. Downtown LA. "What's up?"

Ash practically squeals, a shuffling sound coming from the other end of the call. "Guess who's going to fucking Vegas!?"

My eyebrows raise and my heart skips a beat as I pause my steps. Ash heading to Vegas? That's ridiculously close. Even if it's still hours away, the thought of finally being near her again after all these years makes my heart race to the point that I feel a bit lightheaded. 

"What? Really?" I breathlessly ask, looking down at the bright cement beneath my feet. My stomach feels tight and a lump begins to form in my throat. I really want a chance to see Ash, though I'm not sure I have the money to take an unplanned trip to Las Vegas...

"YES!" She screams again. I can even hear her feet pittering around her room-- the thought of her running in excitement makes my elation grow to insane heights. I feel like running through the streets and screaming myself. "We'll be going to Vegas in three weeks! It's for an exclusive party at some club. I got you a ticket. I'll send it!"

My brows scrunch together. She got me into some VIP event? "How did you get a ticket for me? And who's we-- do you mean me and you?"

"Ooo, fun question!" Ash whispers morbidly. "The host of the event asked me about you first. Didn't know if you'd be into going somewhere so social! But they love your intro into the tech and gaming world. Especially the tension between you and Sal! That part was easy. I hardly had to say a word." She giggles proudly to herself whereas I wince. 

I don't want Sally and I to be some kind of spectacle to the world. I don't want people to know me as that random girl that argues with Sally Face because he just can't help but hate her guts. I want to be that nice girl that plays games. I want to be VioletViolence and I want to be known for it.

"And by 'we' I mean all of us! You, me, Larry, Todd, and Sal!"

I chew the inside of my cheek, feeling unwelcome tears sting my eyes as my heart drops into the acidic depths of my stomach. An involuntary sigh escapes my lips as I think of how to tell Ash that I'm absolutely not going to Vegas with The Faces. 

"That sounds... fun," I murmur, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear and tilting my head to the sky to stop my tears from falling. "I appreciate the invite, but I don't think I... have the funds to go." My claim isn't exactly a lie, but I'm almost thankful for it right now. I can't go to Las Vegas if Sally is going to be there.

We don't get along. The two of us are a ticking bomb-- except none of us know how long the countdown is before it blows. It's an issue. I don't want to reunite with my friends then immediately jump into arguments and fights with Sally. That would be so embarrassing for me and for Larry, Todd, and Ash. I do not want that.

I'm forgetting that the most important reason why I can't go to Vegas is because Sal knows the face behind VioletViolence. He would hate 'Lexi' if he were to find out that she and VioletViolence are one. I want him to like at least one thing about me even if he doesn't know that it's me.

Then again, why should I care if he dislikes every version of me? He's shown his distaste in various ways. He's been a complete ass, so why defend him? Why do I want him to like me?

"Y/n-- Vi," Ash corrects herself with a hiss, effectively pulling me from my thoughts. "I'll cover your trip. Just, please, come see us. The guys miss you."

"Not all of them." I laugh humorlessly, kicking a pebble at my feet.

"You know what I mean. Sally has no say in what happens anyway. We won't let him bother you-- just come!" Ash pleads. If she were with me right now, I just know she would be grabbing my hands and giving me her puppy dog eyes.

My teeth clamp down on my bottom lip with a force I can't control. I crack my knuckles, scuff my foot on the ground. I feel apprehensive-- I don't want to have to tell Ash the truth on why I don't want to go, but I know it's getting close to that.

"I don't want anyone to see my face, Ash. It's not a good idea for me to go..." I trail off, picking at the skin on my fingers and hoping that she'll at least accept that.

"We can figure something out, Vi. Just say yes and we'll handle everything else when the time comes, but I can promise you now that your identity will remain a secret. No one will know who you are." Ash tries to bargain, her soft and soothing voice nearly persuading me.

I squeeze my eyes shut. "I can't, Ash." Gosh, I don't want to upset her. "You know how I feel about you paying for me. Plus, there's really no way to hide myself from everyone. Think about it. And..." She'll fight me on everything else because she wants this so bad, so I'll throw the truth in. "I don't want to be around Sally. It would be bad for all of us. Deep down, you know that, too."

Ash sighs disappointedly, but I can tell she isn't going to push me anymore. "I understand. I'm sorry if I was crossing a line. I just... I really miss you. It's been nearly a decade. I really fucking wish Sal wasn't such an ass either. He's never acted that way before. He's normally a very soft, humble guy. I don't know what his problem is. I'm... I'm sorry, Y/n."

I don't know what his issue with me is, but I believe Ash now that I've gotten the chance to talk with Sal-- no ties to anyone, just the two of us. He didn't know a thing about me and because of that, I got to see a side of him I didn't expect. He was sweet, kind, and giving. I enjoyed that personality. He was open and happy to get to know me.

"I believe you. Maybe it's just me. No matter who I am, he just has something against me." I lick my dry lips, an iron taste on my tongue. I must have bitten my lip too hard. "And thank you for understanding. I do appreciate the invite and I miss you more than anything, but it's not quite time yet."

"That's okay, babe. I'll wait for you forever. And Sal shouldn't have anything against you. You do not deserve that, not with how incredibly precious you are." Ash perks up a bit, a smile in her voice.

Hearing her more upbeat tone makes my worrisome thoughts and racing heart calm down a bit. "Oh, well. People will hate. It's whatever."

"He'll come around eventually," Ash says softly. She's quiet for a moment then says, "Well, hey. We're getting online again tonight if you want to join."

I take a deep breath, looking up at the road ahead of me. There are people everywhere. It's a beautiful day. "Yea, that sounds good. I'll be free all afternoon."

"Great! Just check Discord every once in a while. We'll figure out a time and a game there! You gonna try Twitch tonight?" Ash asks.

"I think I will," I answer. It's time I start going where I'll get money-- if I get money. Doesn't hurt to put everything into swing though. "You think I have a chance with this, Ash?" I ask, my voice betraying my vulnerability. Truthfully, I'm afraid of trying and failing at this because I truly loved  playing with everyone last night.

"Oh, honey," Ash's voice is gentle and comforting like a nice, warm hug. One that I desperately wish I could get from her. "I know you've got this. You already have over eight thousand new subscribers on Twitch. That's a fantastic start. It took me a while to get there. Not to mention, people love you. I love you. Larry and Todd love each side of you."

A genuine smile pulls at my lips and I find myself fighting off tears again. Ash reminds me of my dad-- they are both just so easy to talk to. I feel like I can tell them anything. I'd admit every one of my darkest secrets to both of them and know I wouldn't be judged. To me, that's one of the truest, purest forms of love. 

All of my secrets except for the fact that I've already met Sally Face. 

"Thank you, Ash. It's all thanks to you. I love you so much and I can't wait to continue this journey with you and the guys," I say gratefully. And you know what, I can't be too angry about Sally because our arguments got me some traction, too. "Even Sally," I decide to add.

"That's the spirit!" Ash claps her hands, the sound reverberating through my ears. "I'll see you online tonight, 'kay?"

"See you then. I love you," I tell her, waiting for her to hang up the call with an unbeatable, winning smile on my face. I'm looking forward to getting home. 

"Je t'aime, mon couer!" Ash blows a kiss then ends the call, leaving me alone in the Los Angeles wilderness-- nothing I'm not already used to.

I feel happier than I did at the beginning of our call. Ash was reassuring and just as helpful as she always is. Even if I won't get to see her in Vegas, I'm happy knowing that she'll be close by.

Walking further down the street, I look between various stores and window-shop. There are tons of nice things. For example, a tiara and crystal store-- what a combination! 

The sun beats down on me in what would normally be an uncomfortable way, but today, it feels restoring. The ridiculous heat feels like a sign of a new start.

A glance to my right causes me to do a sudden double take though and I find myself distracted from any previous thoughts. 

That's something interesting. I walk closer to a shop, letting my eyes wander over all the goodies inside the window. Of all things, half of an answer sits before me. An answer that I never would have come up with on my own-- and yet, here it is. All and only because I realized that this could conceal me. Maybe not at this exact moment, but it has potential. And I want it.

Without a second thought, I pull my eyes away from the window and gaze at the door to the shop instead. I don't worry about funds, I don't think about how odd it'll be for me to keep this in my room-- unused. But I need it because this gives me an actual opportunity to go visit Ash, Larry, and Todd someday.

It's a mask store.

I walk in, listening to the door jingle behind me. The store is small, but very personal and unique. The walls are black and littered with various masks all with different styles, colors, and designs.

Beads and other decorations hang from the black ceiling, adding a bit of color to the void above. It's only a bit of decoration to aid the music in the room, but it works incredibly well.

The music is in a foreign language, but it seems to be a mix of pop and rock. I'm pretty into it.

I slowly walk further into the shop, gazing left and right, just trying to decide where to look first and doing my very best not to tap my foot to the beat of the music. Standing here looking overwhelmed makes me me feel awkward and out of place. Should I really be in here at all? It's probably better if I wait and think on this a bit.

My question is immediately answered when I feel a little nudge on my arm. I glance over my shoulder, feeling an urge to scoot to the side in case I'm blocking anyone, but a lady stands behind me with a smile on her face and a mask in her hand. 

I feel like I've just barely decided on doing this, like life is moving past me at double the speed. To see this lady standing before me with a beautiful mask in her hands feels like a sign, though.

"I had to grab it in when you walked in," she says. "I think this one will suit your face nicely."

The woman has salt and pepper hair in a loose, messy bun atop her head. Her skin is a gorgeous caramel shade and her face is littered with little freckles. And her eyes-- a welcoming, inebriating color that reminds me so much of smoky quartz. Absolutely stunning.

She's a bit shorter than me, too. But she seems to notice my hesitance, patting my arm with her free hand. "Why don't you take a look at it, honey?"

My mouth opens, my lips dry as I try to find the right words to stay. But my brain is empty, so I snap my mouth shut and gently take the mask from her instead. 

It seems like almost an exact replica of Phantom of the Opera's Red Death mask. The one from the live action movie with Gerard Butler. 

It would only cover from my forehead down to under my nose, but it's gorgeous. There are grooves in it to mimic the shape of a skull and it's a deep, dark red. 

My heart feels like it's just participated in a NASCAR race. This feels so right. It feels perfect-- like all the stars have aligned just for me in this moment. My stomach feels queasy in the best kind of way like the time I overate for my 21st birthday. I felt full and surrounded by love, though I knew better than to crack open a beer because I knew I'd throw up.

So I use that little experience to remind me that, yes, it feels right-- but I shouldn't push my luck. This will be my one thing for now, then I'll see what I can do in the future.

"Um," I murmur softly, tilting my head toward the woman with a hesitant smile. "Would you happen to have this one in purple?"

The woman leans toward me, her hands behind her back and her eyes narrowed as her smile grows into a sly grin. "I have four. What kind of purple?"

I beam at her, finding that maybe pushing my luck a bit more will be beneficial. It'll end some day, but this moment feels lucky enough to me.

The woman takes me to her counter then fishes out her four masks. They all have the same style, but their colors are much different than the red one in my hands.

There's a pastel one with neon green designs, a bright purple mask with glitter in different places, then a pink and purple tie dyed one.

But the mask that wins my vote is a dark purple-- so dark, it would look black in dim lighting-- with gold highlights in just the right places. It screams me-- screams VioletViolence. 

I run my fingers over each nook, cranny, and hill of the mask. I feel it out, falling deeper and deeper in love with the creation until I feel an unignorable yearning deep within my soul. I need this. Somehow, I feel like purchasing this mask will be life changing for me.

I take a deep breath, feeling my eyes widen as I get lost in the beauty of pure, undeniable art. "How much?" I ask softly.

"For you, fifty." Her voice is soft, but determined. So I look up, noting the content smile on her face, almost like she's proud of my decision.

"And..." I trail off, gulping as her smoky gaze meets mine. "How much would it be for someone else?"

"One twenty." Her reply is immediate and honest, her ashy eyes glinting in the dim lighting of the shop.

I definitely don't have the money to pay for a $120 mask. $50 is insanely reasonable, but I can't take such a discount just for... I don't know why I've even been given a discount.

Choking on air for a moment, I try to recover and bargain a bit more. "Ma'am, I can't take this for fifty. Let me at least give you a bit more than that."

The lady leans onto the counter separating us, lifting a hand and pointing at me. "See, I knew you were the type to say something like that. Honestly, I'd give it to you for free but I feel like that would bother you for eternity." She laughs, the raspy sound filling the air around us.

"You're right." I smile at her, placing the mask on the counter. "But seriously, I can't take something worth so much without paying the correct amount."

The woman tilts her head. "Alright, your choice. $50, or just take it. But you can't walk out of here without it."

I narrow my eyes, grinning slightly. I appreciate her kindness. I'm not sure why she's showing so much compassion toward me, but I can't complain. Maybe life just decided to give me a break today.

I pull a couple bills from my wallet and slide them over, making sure to put $10 into her tip can. I don't have much, but I can't give her nothing, especially when she's nice enough to give this to me for $50.

"If I'm ever famous," I say in a giggly voice. "I'll thank you for bringing my character to life."

The woman's smile brings life to my already enthusiastic body. "Then tell me your name so I can look for you, sweetheart. I know you'll get recognition one day."

I swallow thickly, feeling my heart swell with so much appreciation for this random woman who decided to be so kind to me. But what do I tell her? If I am famous one day, she can't know my real name because I won't go by my real name. But, she knows my face and I don't want her to associate that with VioletViolence.

I watch her for a few moments, debating in my head. She watches me patiently, the caring smile never leaving her lips.

So I cut off my thoughts and lean on the counter too. "Can you keep my face a secret if I tell you the name I go by?"

"I don't even remember what you look like," she says, waving a hand in front of her and closing her eyes.

I laugh, unable to stop myself from patting her hand affectionately. Each little bit of fear in my bones gets shredded into indecipherable pieces. Maybe this'll come back to bite me in the future, but I'm not concerned about it right now. Plus, what proof will she be able to show? I doubt she'll even remember my face. I take a glance at the empty store behind me before speaking. "I go by VioletViolence online," I say cheerily. "I'm friends with that group called The Faces."

The woman's brows furrow in shock. "Really? My son loves The Faces. He hasn't told me about you." She smiles again though, patting my hand back. "I'll definitely look out for you, love. I have the utmost faith in your abilities. May you achieve all that you long for."

With a little sweet pull at my heart strings, I squeeze her hand in mine. "Thank you, ma'am. That means the world to me." I pinch my lips together to contain the ugly crying that's bound to set in later. This visit was definitely a sign for me to keep moving forward.

This random lady with no name has managed to give me so much self-pride and hope. I'll make sure to thank her generously if and when I can.

She puts my mask in a safe, pristine, crisp box then bags it, handing it to me with a smile and well wishes before sending me on my way.

My walk home is even more vibrant and enjoyable than it was before, but it's unfortunately quick.

Dad isn't home when I walk into our apartment. Figures, though. Most of the time, he's out working late on projects or attending meetings. Hopefully he'll be able to come home tonight.

I set my bag down on the table and walk into the kitchen to find something to eat. It's almost two in the afternoon-- I've been fucking starving myself. So I decide to heat up some leftover pizza from lunch yesterday and pull my phone out of my pocket for the first time in an hour.

My phone is filled with Discord notifications. I'm going to have to turn that off. I'm a private person and so many names and tons of information slapping me in the face makes me feel uneasy.

But I notice my name brought up and the queasiness falls away for a moment.

LARBEARAWR: i bet vi is so hot LARBEARAWR: prove em right baby

T0DDLES12: Don't objectify her, Larry.

LARBEARAWR: im not objectifying her im just saying i KNOW shes gotta be hot.

SALLYFʌCɛ: she's not hot.

ASHYPOO &lt;3: Shut up, Sal!!

SALLYFʌCɛ: you need to get into the habit of using my stage name, ash, jeez.

LARBEARAWR: VIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

I roll my eyes, typing back a quick response with a smile pulling at my lips. I was going to ignore it, but Sally's claim made me change my mind. I'll be damned if he goes on thinking I'm not hot. Because I... well, am I hot?

I guess I'll let Larry be the judge of that.

VIOLETVIOLENCE: who said I'm not hot???

SALLYFʌCɛ: that'd be me. you got something to say?

VIOLETVIOLENCE: yup. you a bitch.

T0DDLES12: Laughing my ass off.

LARBEARAWR: fuck todd just use abbreviations damn that's weird LARBEARAWR: we wanna know ur laughing but not REALLY like be a normal fcking person

I giggle over Todd and Larry's banter. They're quite a duo. Larry is just so informal and then Todd... well, he's the exact opposite. How have they been able to get along for this long?

With a sigh, I chew on my nails and debate sending them a photo of myself. Not my face, of course, but something just to get everyone off my back for a bit. 

The last time I thought Sally was far away from me, he ended up being in front of my face. To say that having to serve him just once caused me to develop some paranoia is an understatement-- so if I'm going to do this, I'm going to change my clothes. I don't need anyone recognizing what I'm wearing.

With a sigh and shaky hands, I shut my phone off and take slow steps to my bedroom. The door feels like it weighs two tons-- though that's my own doing. Instead of just telling them that they don't need to know what I look like, I'm making things harder on myself because I feel the need to prove Sal wrong. But what if he's not wrong?

My brows furrow as I contradict myself-- that doesn't even matter because Sal-- Sally-- is wrong. I'm totally hot. I have to be.

I skip over to my closet with some pep in my step, rifling through shirts and immediately throwing Sally's merch to the ground. I might as well throw that away. 

Or...

A petty little smile pulls at my lips. I lift the hoodie and throw it over my shoulder. It's blue-- the color of his hair-- with SALLY FACE diagonally written across the front in an almost scratchy black font. 

I grab Larry's merch hoodie too-- the same one that Sal-- dammit, Sally-- wore the day he walked into my diner. Larry's hoodie is all black with some fun red designs running down the sleeves and his name-- also in red-- in big bubble letters on the front. His popular saying, "Zesty, Voluptuous Mommy Milkers" is on the back of the hoodie and that's part of the reason why I bought it in the first place.

Then, I just grab a plain pair of skinny black jeans and leather combat boots.

I set my phone against the drawers in my room and throw on Sally's hoodie first. I take one, singular picture of me, from the neck down, flicking off the camera. Then, I switch to Larry's hoodie and take one with a thumbs up, then another with my back towards the camera while pointing at his ridiculous catch phrase.

My hands shake and my mouth goes dry as I load the first photo in Sally's hoodie before pressing send. My finger hovers over the button, never touching the screen.

Honestly, I'm horrified. What is he going to say? What are they all going to say?

SALLYFʌCɛ: VioletViolence is a pussy-- clearly. she doesn't want us to see that she's actually some old guy preying on younger hotties. 

ASHYPOO &lt;3: Dude, stop being such a dick. Do you not remember that I've met Vi like... hundreds of times??

SALLYFʌCɛ: you sure this is actually her? what proof do you have, huh?

There's my cue. With a little guilty smile, I press send.

The chat is quiet for an uncomfortably long time. I'm still in Larry's hoodie and my anxiety is so bad that I lift the collar of it and pull the fabric over my face, sniffing the washing detergent Dad has used since I was a child. It's comforting and nostalgic for the moment.

I hear a notification so I glance over the edge of the hoodie, seeing a message from Todd.

T0DDLES12: See, she's not ugly. T0DDLES12: Wait, is that Sal's merchandise?

Yes, Todd. Yes, it is. Thank you a thousand times over for taking the bait. This is working out better than I thought it would and my nervousness is gone as quick as it came.

I put the other two photos of me in Larry's merch then press send, typing out:

VIOLETVIOLENCE: sorry, wrong pic! here's what i meant to send <3

My heart skips a beat and I push out a big breath, feeling heat crawl up my cheeks as I wait for someone else to type in the chat.

LARBEARAWR: hot as fuck. 10/10. BARK RUFF QUACK RIBBIT AWOOGA

I knew he'd like that. A giggle falls from my lips and I cradle my phone, reading over Larry's message repeatedly. He's being a bit extra and really exaggerating, but I appreciate it regardless.

ASHYPOO &lt;3: Just as pretty as I remember <333333 ASHYPOO <3: Send your tit!! ASHYPOO <3: Tat** hehehehe

Funny, but that's a no-go. The only person who's seen my tattoo is Dad-- but what's the issue in sending it? Why am I afraid? Because I'll be showing skin? It shouldn't be that big of a deal. Why am I insecure over it?

ASHYPOO &lt;3: I'd love to prove who you are to Sal-- but you don't have to send if you don't want to!

Ah, well, that's quite an incentive. It would prove who I am to Sally. He knows what I have as my tattoo, so it would be a clear indication that I'm not lying.

But I decide to joke with them a bit before finding out how to get a clear picture of the tattoo on my side.

VIOLETVIOLENCE: want bikini pics of me too ash??? what's next-- my titties??????? VIOLETVIOLENCE: oh sorry, i mean my zesty, voluptuous mommy milkers???????????

LARBEARAWR: please LARBEARAWR: god, please

ASHYPOO &lt;3: I mean... will you be upset if I agree with Lar?

T0DDLES12: I'm down for Vi's breasts. Can I get hands in the chat?

A true, genuine laugh reverberates through my room. It takes a moment for me to realize that I'm the one who did it-- fuck, I love my friends.

VIOLETVIOLENCE: one sec

I move to lift Larry's hoodie over my head. I'll have to move my shirt too since the tattoo is right on my bra line. Sometimes I regret getting it in such a hard to reach place.

My phone suddenly blows up with notifications and I nearly drop it onto the ground at my feet. I flinch back, looking down at my phone with furrowed brows and wide eyes.

LARBEARAWR: WUT???? LARBEARAWR: TITTIES??? MILKERS???? LARBEARAWR: B-B-B-BREASTS???? LARBEARAWR: UR SENDING THEM VI????

T0DDLES12: ^^^ Really? I thought we were only joking around. Let me prepare. I'll pull Neil in for this one.

ASHYPOO &lt;3: Woah, holy hell-- Vi's sweet, juicy titties? I've been waiting for this day my entire life.  ASHYPOO <3: Let me get my camera ready-- screenshots just won't do. This is going in a picture book. I'm making an album just for your titties. Dedicated to the one and only VioletViolence. 

Oh, fuck. Seems I didn't specify what I meant. 

VIOLETVIOLENCE: NO VIOLETVIOLENCE: sorry, i did NOT mean titties. just sending my tat.

LARBEARAWR: :( LARBEARAWR: ook but can we get titty pics 2??????

VIOLETVIOLENCE: maybe. VIOLETVIOLENCE: for you ;)

I love this banter with Larry-- he's such a funny guy. I enjoy talking with him, Todd, and Ash. And speaking of which, Sally's been pretty quiet.

LARBEARAWR: O_O LARBEARAWR: r we flirting????? is that what this is???? LARBEARAWR: omg vi *bites lip* r u trna smash? me????

I snicker, ignoring the messages and maneuvering my body and phone around to try and get a clear picture of my tattoo. Minutes pass though and I find myself growing frustrated over the fact that I cannot get a good picture of it for the life of me. No matter what.

I set my phone down again, getting some major deja vu over the fact that I have to do this again. My brain is on overdrive as I throw my worries to the wind and just lift my shirt and bra strap, a photo being taken as the timer counts down on my phone.

When I pull my phone close to my face to inspect the picture, I wince and shut the device off for a second. My "fuck it" moment was a little too much. There's a good bit of underboob in that photo and I don't think I can send it.

My phone vibrates with another notification, so I carefully glance back at it. I haven't even sent the photo and I feel embarrassed by it.

ASHYPOO &lt;3: Tit jokes aside, you really are beautiful, Vi. Inside and out! Never forget it, mi corazón <33333

That makes me warm up a bit and a smile works its way onto my lips again. Damn, Ash. She always knows what to say to make me feel better.

Suddenly, sending the photo doesn't feel as terrible to me. Sure, it still makes me nervous because I'm showing off so much skin, including skin that not a single person has ever seen-- aside from past boyfriends. It feels scary, but I know I can trust my friends and they'll even hype me up over it.

So I send another message before linking the photo.

VIOLETVIOLENCE: omg <3333 ash, don't talk to me in other languages i will melt over you. but seriously, thank you so much. i love you

I quickly send the photo before I can think too hard about it.

Anxious and debating on deleting it as soon as the picture goes through, I send more messages in a panic. I feel the need to pull at the roots of my hair, chew on my lips, crack my knuckles-- all of my nervous habits. My skin is burning hot and my legs won't stop moving.

VIOLETVIOLENCE: undertitties VIOLETVIOLENCE: fuck this scares me ngl VIOLETVIOLENCE: never sent half-titty pics before in my life VIOLETVIOLENCE: #tittypicvirgin

My friends are quick to reply now, filling my endlessly frantic brain with love.

LARBEARAWR: FUCK YES TITTIES LARBEARAWR: rlly tho, ur tat is super nice. titties too. hair is pretty and fluffy and i wanna run my fingers through it like ur a fairy r smthn

ASHYPOO &lt;3: GORGEOUS BEAUTIFUL LOVE OF MY LIFE!!! ASHYPOO <3: Awe, my baby's first titty pic <3 look at you growing up!

T0DDLES12: Voluptuous breasts, indeed. I love the meaning behind your tattoo. I wonder what it means to the band.

What did I ever do to deserve such amazing friends? Never did I think I'd have anyone care for me and support me so dearly, yet here are three. Three people who have been here for me since we were kids. And they still haven't left my side.

Their sweet words make a beaming smile form on my face and it's the sole reason behind my achy cheeks, but it's so worth it.

VIOLETVIOLENCE: guys :,) you're so sweet. thank you for all of this

ASHYPOO &lt;3: Stahppp! There's no need to thank us, we're just telling the truth.

LARBEARAWR: word LARBEARAWR: where's sal btw? ur missing tits bro LARBEARAWR: r u wanking off to vi's pic in ur hoodie r smthng

Oh, shit. My eyes widen as I stare at Larry's message in shock. I can't believe he said that. But I'm also really happy that he did say it. This puts the heat on Sally and gives me something to cackle over.

Like he hasn't been gone for the past five or so minutes, Sally's username pops up in the chat.

SALLYFʌCɛ: eat shit, larry.

My cackling starts immediately. I thought it'd be something I'd do in the dead of night as I wait for sleep to take me, but it's come early. All because it is painfully obvious that Sally's message is guilty denial.

At least, I hope.

VIOLETVIOLENCE: it's okay to be honest, sally. masturbation is healthy!

His response is immediate again. He's been close to his phone.

SALLYFʌCɛ: i'm not even joking right now, i fucking hate you violetfucking whoever you are. 

VIOLETVIOLENCE: awe but i totally wore your hoodie so you'd fall in love with me :(

This feels so good. I wanted a reaction and I'm getting it. Sally's messages fill me with adrenaline. I can practically feel my blood rushing through my veins. I can smell the anger in his text. I can taste his rage from all the way across the United Sates. It feels so incredibly invigorating.

SALLYFʌCɛ: choke on my damn dick.

VIOLETVIOLENCE: is that a threat or a promise? i have a pretty resilient throat. no gagging.

I send a thumbs up and lose it on my bedroom floor. I roll onto my back, laughing so hard that tears spill from the corners of my eyes. I find that with every single day of being close to The Faces, I feel so much better. I feel too good even if Sally's a dick. I feel so damn good that I trick myself into thinking that I'd be okay without my antidepressants. That's dangerous.

The chat is silent and I feel like I'm on top of the world. That's a clear win for me.

SALLYFʌCɛ has left the channel.

Oh, well, shit. I didn't exactly mean for that to happen.

---------

A/N::::: heheheheheheh i hope this is an enjoyable chapter <333 

it was kinda hard to get out. im such a huge fan of scenes with sal so i have to remind myself to be patient with these boring parts! i kinda hate the middle of this chapter, but i hope you guys like it!

i've been busy between caring for my cat (he is well!), doing school work, battling tummy sickness, and my allergies. but i'm working my hardest to fulfill my promises to you guys! next is maybe today! 

when do you guys think sal and y/n will finally meet again since she isn't going to vegas? i'd love to hear your thoughts :3

as always, i love you all with my entire heart! sleep well/have a wonderful day! you complete my life <3333

[darling-i-read-it]

Burn

Dennis x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.8k 

Warnings: hand burn, descriptions of pain, i obviously dont condone murder or anything dennis gets into this is fiction and should be treated as such. Also, DID is a completely real illness and should be handled with care. I have a mild form and now how complex it can be. I try to be as accurate as I can to what the movie showcases 

Author’s Note: ‘people get exhausted trying to figure me out. And i just let them’ - a tik tok sound and also me never being consistent and writing whatever my little heart desires 

Summary: You’re a friend of practically everyone in the system and come over often. You haven’t seen Dennis in a while though which concerns you.  

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Dennis hadn't been around a lot lately. You had been seeing a lot of Barry, which was fine. You liked that he kept the system mostly level headed, even when one or two slipped through without notice. You had gotten used to the ever changing life of Kevin Wendell Crumb and the completely different personalities that lived inside of him. You had met almost all of them, save for The Beast. He was purposefully kept from you. You didn’t mind much though. If Dennis was slightly intimidated by him, you didn’t need to meet him.

You came around almost everyday to see how everyone was doing. Today you were bringing some groceries to make dinner together. You were hoping to squeeze Hedwig out to help you cook; he always liked to stir the pot. 

You knocked on the door lightly, the brown paper bag in your arms. Your face was mostly covered with vegetables. The door opened and you peaked around the corner, noting Barry’s signature hat with a smile. 

“You’ve brought plenty of gifts!” he exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “And another horrendous outfit. What are we going to do with you?” He moved aside to the roll of your eyes. 

“If you want to change my style you could go shopping with me.”

“I am about to take you up on that offer. What are those? Distressed jeans from the 90s?” You put the bag down on the table, ignoring him. There were spots surrounding the sink from lack of cleaning. You tried not to let the disappointment manifest in your face. It meant Dennis still hadn’t been fronting since you had been here last. 

“We could always get you some new clothes as well.”

“When I get a job I will be sure to let you know dear. What goodies did you bring?” He peaked in the bag but you swatted his hand away gently. He feigned hurt. 

“I was thinking about making some sort of tacos.”

“You always try to please Hedwig,” Barry noted, rolling his eyes. 

“Mm Hedwig’s nice to me.”

“I am nice to you,” he protested. You nodded, putting your hand gently on his back in solidarity. 

“I’m sure you try,” you said sarcastically. Barry pursed his lips, shaking his head. You grabbed a rag and cleaned up the spots near the sink before they could bug you anymore. The dirtiness had never really been a problem for you until you started to see Dennis clean everything. You liked to keep his area clean now. Like someone was doing it for him in his absence. 

“You couldn’t have favored Ian?” Barry asked quietly, his tone of voice completely changed. You looked up at him, sensing the playfulness had left the atmosphere of the room. You gently put down the rag and cleared your throat. 

“It’s a habit,” you muttered quietly. 

“He hasn’t been around on purpose you know.” 

“I know.” 

You started to grab things out of the bag. Barry had his eyes on you. You had always been a close friend of mostly everyone. You hadn’t had a problem with anyone so to speak, just people you didn’t see as often. But you and Dennis had always been the closest. He wasn’t the first to warm up to you but he surely was the first you spoke to consistently.

“I would like to cook if that’s okay,” you said, trying to break up the moment. Barry nodded, shaking his head tastefully at you. You had your back turned when he walked around the back of you and onto your otherside. By the time he got there you could feel the demeanor change. You were no longer talking to Barry. 

“This is far too much green,” Hedwig said, picking up some cabbage. You smiled pleasantly. 

“I wanted to make tacos.” 

“Why did you bring tomatoes and lettuce et cetera?” 

“Cause you can put that in tacos. I wasn’t sure who I would be dining with,” you said evenly. “You can stir it.”

“Awesome.” 

-

He settled into an easy movement with you that ensued a lot of general laughs. Hedwig always kept you on your toes. You always enjoyed being around him. He showed you his CD player and you showed him some new CDs you bought, which he loved. He was busy stirring when you noticed a small fire forming at a previously unlit burner. 

“Hedwig watch your sleeve,” you said gently. 

“I’m fine.” 

“Hedwig.” You swatted his hand away and he tried to grab it back which caused you to move forward onto the burner. You screeched, burning your palm. You stumbled back, holding it, the neurons firing in worry. Hedwig was talking but you didn’t hear him because the pain was blinding. Water? Milk? Ice? Something cold. You needed something cold right now. 

Hedwig grabbed your hand and opened the ice box, shoving it inside. You felt immediate release, though the pain doesn't subside completely. You breathed evenly after a moment of panic and was able to look back up at your friend. 

Hedwig’s eyebrows were knitted and his lips had formed a thin line. You knew the look immediately. 

“Dennis?” you asked, voice slightly loopy. He didn’t look at you. 

“That was stupid,” he said evenly. “You know better than to hang around an open flame like that. Both of you do.” You could hear the tinge of anger in his voice. Your mind was still clearing, the tears that were pricking your eyes were subsiding. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. He shook his head harshly. 

“I’ll get it fixed immediately. It’s faulty.” You could practically hear the shiver down his spine. “It’s a mess.” He stood up, letting your hand go. You nodded, clearing your throat. You grabbed a couple ice cubes and held them in your hands. 

“We were making tacos. I was gonna clean up as we went but Hedwig was very quick moving.”

“Always is.” Dennis grabbed a towel and tossed it to you. “Put the ice around that. I’m going to clean this and then find the first aid.” You nodded sheepishly. You felt stupid. You did know better than to do something like this and you had paid the price. Though a part of you felt better now that Dennis was here. He was plating the tacos that were practically made. 

He buttoned up the shirt and grabbed his glasses, putting them on smoothly. You quietly opened cabinets in search of some help but he had already found it. He placed the first aid on the counter and continued to clean. 

You waited patiently for a couple minutes, ignoring the pain as best you could. Finally he turned to you and took your hand. His touch was chaste and never as gentle as you thought it was going to be but you didn’t mind. 

“I’m sorry,” you repeated. He shook his head. 

“It’s alright,” he finally settled on. He wrapped your hand and put the first aid away silently. You held your hand to your chest, proof that he was actually here. 

“Are you okay? I know you haven’t been out lately.”

“I’m fine.” 

“I missed seeing you. I see everyone else fairly regularly, even Patricia. I tried to clean for you but she said it was a lost cause. No one does it as spotless as you,” you said in a vain attempt to get him to just look at you. He placed the last napkin filled with loose shredded cheese in the trash and cleaned his hands under water. 

Finally he turned around, arms crossed. 

“Are you still in pain?” 

“A bit, yeah.” You looked down at your hand. He cleared his throat harshly and adjusted his glasses. 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” He looked at the finished tacos listlessly. “Hedwig can come back. You can eat your food.” “One dish of tacos without Hedwig won’t hurt him. He’ll understand.” Dennis was having a hard time keeping eye contact with you. 

“I don’t know if I can stay long,” he admitted. “I jumped in at a crisis, to help Kevin.” You nodded. 

“Of course. Just one taco?” He pursed his lips. 

“Just one.” 

You nodded pleasantly and grabbed your plate, trying to be as neat as possible but still not managing to be as neat as him. You sat down across from each other and you used a fork, something you wouldn't have bothered to do with Hedwig. 

“I’ve missed you,” you admitted quietly again. He was quiet for a moment, contemplating words over chewing. He swallowed. 

“I suppose I’ve missed you as well.” 

You felt a rush in your heart but you tried to contain it. 

“You know, you could come out every once in a while. Just so we could see each other,” you suggested. “I’m sure I could make that work with Barry. You have an excellent reading voice.” His lips twitched into an almost smile. 

“If you would like to talk to him, I won’t argue.” You nodded once. That wasn’t a no. 

“Okay. Wonderful.” You looked down at your still throbbing hand. “Thank you by the way. For this. I don’t think Hedwig would have known what to do.” 

“He didn’t.” He reached across the table for it. He examined the wrap job with his thumb, holding his hand in yours. You breathed out evenly and glanced at his face. His eyes were intently staring at your hands. You gently wrapped your fingers around his and he tried not to let it startle him. 

“Is that okay?” you whispered. 

“Quite.” 

[badsmellyboy]

Pairings: Fred Weasley x fem!oc

Warnings: none(?)

Masterlist

Summary: this is a chapter from one of my in the works fred fics,, I really love it and I wanted to share !!

AN: ok my ocs name is Paulina Gaunt, nickname Polly,, she was previously in a toxic relationship with (another oc) Darius Malfoy, aka Draco's older brother :-)

☆

"I just want to make you happy. I'm sorry," I said softly with sincerity, my eyes on the sleeve of his shirt. I was scared to look up. I knew he could see right through me and it hurt. I couldn't bear to look up to his eyes.

"You never have to try. You always do, just be."

This is when I look up to him, my eyes glossy. I tried my hardest to choke back the sob I was holding in. Whatever wall that i had up with Darius, making me brave and unbothered- Fred broke it every time.

At the look of my pink face he cupped my cheek, smoothing my imperfect skin almost anticipating tears to fall. And they did. I didnt make a sound in fear of ruining something- as if everything wasnt already messed up. Him caring so much for someone like me.

"I dont understand." I dont think I'll ever understand. He was a miracle from above.

He leaned closer.

"Are you gonna make me say it?" Fred humoured. I smiled warmly at him, just everything him.

"Fred."

And at that, me saying his name simply, he kissed me and I kissed him back as to tell him 'Say it, Fred. Say it so I dont have to. Say it so I know I'm not mad. Say it to heal my heart. I love you.'

When he pulled away I felt incomplete. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he felt that too.

"I really like you, Polly."

Love, Fred, I love you.

"I do too. Like you."

You're a bad liar, Paulina.

"Do you?" I smack him on the shoulder with a playful smile. Yes. His hands still rest on me.

"You sure you can handle my chaos?" Yes, Fred. I'll take it all with open arms.

"I've put up with it fine all the years I've known you," I smirked and he returned the favour.

"I guess you have."

There was a silence, a pleasant feeling that lingered. Just the two of us under the moonlight, the stakes high of midnight wanderers happening upon us. We didnt care, our faces still spread with amazed smile at eachother.

"What does this mean?" He broke the quiet with the everlong question that had plagued my mind whenever I thought of him. He never knew how much i thought that question. He wouldve teased me endlessly if I told him.

"Whatever you want it to mean- whatever it does mean to you, I'm yours either way," I said so quietly as the words escaped my lips, fearing it was too desperate. I wanted to scream it from the hills and let my confessions echo off the treeline. It was something Darius wouldve liked to hear.

It felt like a wrong thing to say to Fred but by the look in his eyes he felt it endearing. And good of that, because I really did mean it.

"Ive wanted to tell you this for too long now, since before I knew you like I do now," He gazed off. "And now I know you and- well, you're a thing of Merlin."

I was star struck, in that moment. He was being so honest about his caring for me. He broke down another wall of me that was embarrassed of my own caring. I let it fall.

"You always know what to say, Weasley. It's what breaks my heart the most," I took a breath. He was looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to go on.

"You're too good for me. It scares me. I've watched you with admiration before I knew it was desire. You're brilliant, you are, but you confess this to me without caring that if return the favour it will change everything. I'll change you, I'll exhaust you with my past, you'll have to fight for me unless you dont think it's worth it. I dont blame you if it's not."

Fred's expression doesnt change, as if was expecting what he heard.

"Polly. I dont think you understood what I meant when I told you I liked you."

"Well you didnt elaborate on much," I try to humour and he returns in a smile, a smile that will always calm my nerves. I notice his hands went from my face when we kissed, to my hands and now slipped to my waist.

"I know you, Polly. I know your good and I know your bad. I know that whatever you think ruined you could never lead me away from you. I want you in the most honest way a man like me could be. That's what I meant when I said I like you."

He said everything I ever needed to hear. So I kissed him harder than I have ever kissed anyone. And with my lips I told him my love- he kissed back with the same passion.

☆

[jaijaitbinks]

Saitama and Genos making love in the kitchen counter at night. Saitama goes to drink water and then he sees Genos coming to the kitchen too, looking agitated and relieved at the same time. He says he just woke up from a nightmare and freaked out a little when he didn't see him in the futon. Genos' nightmares aren't unusual, he had to snap him out of them a few times in the past and there weren't pleasant experiences, but the good thing is that he knows what to do. Saitama embraces him in a comforting hug and his heart aches when Genos sobs once in his shoulder. He asks if he wants to tall about it but Genos says it doesn't matter anymore and they kiss. Gently, slow and quietly. Without breaking contact, Genos sits Saitama on the counter and he answers wraping his arms around his neck. He moves to softly whisper in his ear that he knows a way to make him forget about the nightmare as he lets his own waistband slip down his hips and Genos couldn't agree more.

There isn't rush or lust in their movements, and they don't almost exchange words between them, although they know the other is smiling even if they can't see a lot in the darkness.

:0

I DONT KNOW WHAT TO ADD XJSBXKSKD AAAA

All that's going through my head is dialogue. Specifically, Saitama eventually saying, in a playful but affectionate tone:

"Love me. Touch me. Make sure the feel of me follows you into your next dreams..."

And Genos saying back:

"I will. I'll ensure that your very being—taste, touch, smell, and presence—stays with me. I'll engrave you into the very depths of my mind, my love."

And then they make love, Genos just completely spoiling Saitama so that he can memorize every inch of him. Literally. Saitama realized he truly meant 'every inch' when his mouth and hands both roamed every crevice on the outside of him and wriggled and grazed what felt like everything inside of him.

[otrtbs]

you gave me permission I WILL keep saying things you don't understand how much this parallel has ROTTED my brain

Sirius is Jo in my head he wanted to get out of his house and get away. He wanted to be something, turn his name into something else entirely. He wanted people to look at him and not see what he came form but what he can do. And I feel like Jo is kinda the same way, in turning away from Laurie and romance and trying to be a famous write and make her name as something

But Regulus I feel like would be perfectly content with running away somewhere quiet to just live out the rest of his days in peace. He made no plans, he didn't have plans of what his future would be he didn't expect he'd ever have it. And I think this Beth quote just fits so perfectly with him:

"I only mean to say that I have a feeling that it never was intended I should live long. I'm not like the rest of you. I never made any plans about what I'd do when I grew up. I never thought of being married, and you all did. I couldn't seem to imagine myself anything but stupid little Beth, trotting about at home, of no use anywhere but there."

Like this line just- I don't know why it screams Regulus to me but it does. I feel like he always viewed himself as a spare because of his parents, and he knew he had to do certain things, he couldn't even bring himself to think about what he wanted. Not what his parents wanted, or hell even Sirius but what he wanted. It was best not to hope and dream because he knew it wouldn't come true, he knew it wouldn't make a difference. He knew he would die young.

I love Amy as Reg I do. I think there are many similarities. And I know I said they're similar in the case that they both confirm to a certain standard which is true. But I think in terms of Amy and Jo and Sirius and Reg they aren't similar. Because Amy and Jo fight not because they have something to fight about but because that's just the way they were, like sometimes sisters are just like that. They don't get along. I should know I see me and my sister a lot in them. But I don't see the black brothers like that I don't think they bickered when they were younger, not much. I think they were at each others sides until they really couldn't anymore.

ALSO with Amy the way she's first described is as this "Amy, though the youngest, was a most important person - in her own opinion at least"

And that doesn't seem like Reg at all. Like I don't know.

The only reason I started seeing this is because I was rewatching the movie and got to the "don't go quietly" scene and thought "huh I could see this as the black brothers"

And now I'm here

me nodding along and agreeing with everything you’re saying rn bc oml you have a vision and i see it so clearly!!! that beth quote breaks my heart every time i see it :,(((((((( oml

ALSO THE DONT GO QUIETLY SCENE W SIRIUS AND REG WILL BE SO DEVASTATING AHHHH AND REGULUS WOULD GO QUIETLY TO YK :((

like beth did :(((

in conclusion ,, your mind >>>

[missmouse25]

Hi Anon! Here's your request, I hope you like it ❤️I dont mind doing super specific requests at all - you're always welcome to send them my way. Please enjoy ✨

Stick Up For You - Max Fewtrell

gender neutral first person pov // 654 words // warnings for reader not liking their body (nothing too intense thought but please be warned) // link to the ask

---

I heard the front door close and quickly put my phone down. With a little shake of my head, I put a smile on my face and waited to see my boyfriend.

“Babe, I’m home!”

There was the sound of his keys clinking on the table and then he appeared in the doorway.

“Hey, good day?” I asked as he kissed my cheek.

“Tiring. I’m going to have a shower, quick sticks,” Max said. “Then I’ll tell you all about it.”

His smile made my heart beat faster, even after nearly a year of being together. But even after all that time, there were some things he’d never understand.

As he walked away, I picked up my phone and read the messages again.

‘Beach day over the weekend! Who’s in?’

‘Me!’

‘Yeah, I need a break.’

‘Sounds awesome, I’m there.’

I had typed and retyped my response; my excuse; but just hadn’t found the right words. I loved my friend but the thought of being in public in my swimsuit made me feel uncomfortable. I didn’t want my friends to know the real reason I wouldn’t be there.

I was so lost in my own mind; I didn’t hear Max come back into the room after his shower until he was right on top of me. Literally.

“What you looking at?” The head on my lap asked.

“Oh, just…” I paused, considering if I should tell him or not. “My friends want to go to the beach on Saturday but I don’t think I’m gonna go with.”

Max looked up at me with a confused expression.

“But why not? We don’t have plans, do we?”

“No, we don’t…”

We locked eyes and my stomach twisted into a knot. I couldn’t lie. I decided to tell him exactly how I was feeling.

“I’m a bit self-conscious about my body in public. I don’t want people staring at me in my swimming costume.”

I gave him a half smile and sort of shrugged my shoulders.

There was a moment of silence.

“Babe, you shouldn’t feel self-conscious.”

Max sounded so sure of himself, like his words had to be true simply because he’d said them. I wished it was that easy.

“Max, you and I both know…”

“No, I don’t.”

He sat up and faced me, looking very serious now.

“I don’t know. On lots of levels. But…” He took a breath. “Sure, ok, you have scoliosis. Your body is different.”

Max paused to make sure I was looking at him the whole time.

“But so, what? Its you! Its just you. All your friends love you. I love you. Even if you look a little funny.”

I rolled my eyes, partially in an attempt to stop myself from crying.

“Other people need to mind their own damn business anyways.” Max brushed his thumb against my cheek. “You don’t have to with your friends but I think you should, babe.”

Very gently, Max pressed a kiss to my forehead.

“If you like, I’ll come with you. I’ll fight anyone that makes you feel uncomfortable.”

His words made me laugh a little bit.

“I’ll think about it,” I said quietly.

“That’s all I was asking for.”

¬

Max was extra affectionate for the rest of the night; not that I minded at all. A hand on my leg as he spoke about his day. His arms around my waist as we cooked supper. A kiss on my shoulder blade after I’d had my shower.

We lay in bed and Max once again had his head on my lap and I took the chance to tun my fingers through his hair.

“Max.”

“Hmmm?” He hummed; his eyes closed in bliss.

“Will you come with me on Saturday?”

“To the beach?” He confirmed.

“Yeah, to the beach.”

He smiled in his sleepy state.

“Of course, babe.”

I felt a warmth spread through my body and I knew it would be ok.

[crowning-art]

TGCF SPOILERS BOOK 4

---------------------------------------------

enfkjenkenfe so turns out I forgot a lot of important incidents and had to go back and reread a bunch of book 2 (heart breaking experience even when you know what's gonna happen T-T) and there's this one line that made me laugh tho where Fengxin describes Hua Cheng when he was younger

“That brat will definitely grow up to be a good man!” Feng Xin commented.

lmao dude has noooo idea that this 'good man' will the bane of his existence in the future lmao

ok ok now for the actual reading!!

Everything here feels so sad like Xie Lian here is rejecting the steamed buns, the very same steamed buns that years later, he will happily eat off the ground....

Feng Xin and Mu Qing were already waiting for him outside. Feng Xin had brought back steaming-hot buns, and Mu Qing was slowly munching at them. Feng Xin passed two over to Xie Lian, but when Xie Lian saw those dull and dry crude buns he lost his appetite. He shook his head, refusing them.

My heaaart! Xie Lian gets his cooking skills from his mom T-T that's so cute but so heart breaking considering the circumstances.

I reread book 2 and saw it happen but to see the origins of this tradition is just....sad (gotta increase my vocab, something says Im going to need more words to describe sad soon lol)

“Now, none of you understand. Worshipping a God of Misfortune would certainly bring bad luck, but this statue isn’t for worshipping, it’s for stepping. If you step on a God of Misfortune, doesn’t that mean it’d ensure your everlasting good fortune?”

NOOOOO BABYYYYYYY MY BELOVED DONT GOOOOOO I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

Mu Qing replied, “The king and the queen are His Highness’ parents, and I have my own mother. She needs my care too. I can’t say I need to go take care of someone else and someone else’s parents, and neglect my own mother. So, I pray Your Highness will understand, I cannot continue to follow by your side.”

but also....I get it.....he's justified to leave....but dooooon't

You're kidding me. You're absolutely kidding me

YOU MEAN TO TELL ME HUA CHENG DIED IN THE XIANLE BATTLES AGAINST YONG'AN??? AT SUCH A YOUNG AGE??? WHAT WAS HE? 17? 21???

Within the lanterns were all the wandering feral spirits that the elder had captured from the barren battlefield, so the one before him now must also be a young warrior.

He said quietly, “This war separated you from your beloved…I’m sorry. I didn’t win.”

However, the nameless ghost declared, “To die in battle for you is my greatest honour.

MY HEART IS BREAKING SO MUCH THINKING ABOUT THIS cuz little Hua Cheng was out there, alone, trying his best to bring comfort to Xie Lian from a distance, and fighting in a fierce battle, and then he dies. and it must have been a painful and brutal death...and no one knew...and he was alone...but he wasn't alone cuz Xie Lian never left his mind....but this little boy was all alone when he took his last breathe...

Ouch....pls someone give him therapy

The ghost was insistent, “Believe me, Your Highness.”

“I don’t believe you,” Xie Lian said.

He no longer believed anyone, and he no longer believed in himself either.

God I absolutely love Feng Xin so much, like my boi went out of his way and was willing to do something so humiliating to help Xie Lian and you can see how difficult it was....this is so sad

Feng Xin removed the bow on his back and boldly pulled at it. “My…My nickname is ‘Godly Archer’; I can shoot a bullseye from a hundred feet away. I will show off my embarrassing skill for everyone to see. If you all enjoy the show, will you p-please grant some coins!”

Lmao at this point, I should have a sad counter considering how many times I said it hahahaha

[coolcattime]

Heyo it's me again.

So today i was playing death stranding and was thinking about the respawn system in that game and immediately started brainrotting like my brain became a disaster imagining the beach style afterlife but for mcyt and then of course being dirty mianite trash it immediately became mianite head canon about the after life which made me think of you. So here is my sonja x capsize angsty headcanon for you. (This is a small thank you for letting me spam your asks with my nonsense)

How it works is when you die you dont stay dead instead your soul appears in the afterlife but you retain your consciousness you can see the spirits of the dead and they are wandering off into the distance. Some are stuck behind as as sorta images of themselves not really there but it's really them in the truest essence. When the champions die they are sent there but are quickly snatched back by their respective gods.

When sonja first sided with the darkness it weakened her connection with mianite and made it harder for him to pulls her back from the after life. So she was the only hero to know about this "beach" everytime she'd die she would spend time on this beach mostly alone. Rarely seeing anyone but when she did they quickly walked into the wsters and disappeared. That is until going to the land of ruxomar and experiencing her first death. This time when she appears on the beach she sees a lone figure standing by the sea quietly. She feels a pain in her heart but is pulled away before she could see who it was. Not too long after she dies again and this time she gets closer to the figure. She definitely knows who it is but it hurts to admit it. The next time she goes to the after life she finally peeks and she knew it from the beginning. It was capsize. She cried for the entire day after getting back. It didnt take her long to figure out this was exactly capsize but was also her in someways. Somedays she'd end up there and just sit with capsize. Maybe she was getting reckless just to spend a few desprate minutes beside her again. That's when sonja discovered thaumcraft and it's promise of power. The eldrich whispers speaking of ways to upturn the rules of the world. A power beyond the gods. Maybe if ianite failed to bring back capsize these things could. And with that thought sonja threw herself headfirst into madness. Each death by mind spiders or eldrich horrors only spurred her forward as she was reminded of her goal. What was her goal again? What did that strange woman mean to her? Sonja's madness riddled mind wandered some days

Holy shit I love this so much!!!

Firstly, you can spam my asks as much as you want, but thank you so much for this because this is such good angst.

This idea of the afterlife is so cool, especially with the added context of the gods literally pulling their champions back.

And I just love everything about the scenario you've written. I really love the idea of it starting to take longer for Sonja to be revived, the others not quite understanding why, Sonja not understanding why, Mianite understanding why but not wanting to acknowledge it. I think she'd almost find it relaxing in the season one world, a small break from the chaos of just everything.

Then in Ruxomar, after already losing so much, she finds herself on the beach again and gods, just seeing Capsize, even if she's not fully herself she something she so deseparetely needed. The others don't notice her tears, they don't notice her more relaxed attitude towards her own safety, at least not at first. Not until she's already started research thaumcraft.

Everthing you've written about the thaumcraft stuff is excellent, it reads like a Darkest Dungeon boss backstory, with Sonja losing her mind to bring Capsize back, but forgetting even that as she dvells further into the eldrich maddness. The others have realised something terrible is happening to Sonja, though whether they can do anything about that now is a different question altogether. On a beach far away, what remains of a woman watching something eat away at someone she loves, but there's nothing she can do to stop it.

[khaleesiofalicante]

"Man is the least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth" - Oscar Wilde

Ok, last weekend was shit. But I loved this chapter. Just some points:

Raphael being the real MVP as always 😎

Magnus prefers to be sun-kissed.

And the LA sun doesn’t just kiss you.

It full-on makes out with you.

Idk why I laughed so hard 😂😂

God, the photoshoot looked great😍

I kinda like you, random sir hdgsjdhdj

The thing about boundaries was soooo on point on the way things went for him!!

The way he knew he made the right decision even if it hurted😭

This doesn’t sound like his heart making shit up. This sounds like his heart. SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP JFHDIDJDK

Magnus not taking shit about the company us badass behavior😎

“If you like her so much, then you should date her.” “Oh, I wish.  But I’m tragically heterosexual,” Have I said I love Catarina in the last 5 minutes?!? She is just🥺 🥰

When will this man stop walking in on everyone?!?!?! Honeslty this scene was so funny tho😂😂

I love Luca ok?!?!? But also yes, raisins are bad!!!

Luca and his raisins can suck it. OMFG

THAT PHONE CALL MADE ME VERY🥺🥺🥺 THEY ARE SO SOFT AND IN LOVE AHDHKDVDOF

“I know that,” Alec chuckles. “I just meant, like, it makes no sense. We are just saying random shit. Cute buttons and cold shoulders.” This man gets me😌

I love that video with my soul jdhdjdhdkjx

I read some comments analysing the way Max and Rafe are scared of Alec and Magnus, saying thta they aren’t scared of their anger, they are scared of their saddness and I just- 😭

“I’m actually surprised that Max is scared of me,” Alec chuckles. “Little shit doesn’t act like it.”Its all about pretend honey jdgdjjd jk, jk

HE WAS ABOUT TO SAY SOMETHING?!! FUCK!!

Max a lot of potential, but as that snippet said, sometimes you dont know what to do with it!!

ANJALI IS THE ABSOLUTE BEST, THE REAL MVP, A GODNESS, A QUEEN, THE BEST THE WORLD HAS TO OFFER, THE-

Honestly, I love her!! She could step on me and I would thank her😍😍

"She is the kind of person who doesn’t need to be told twice." Like the badass she is😎

Anjali be like: Yall are a mess and you did fucked up, fortunately you have me to smack some sense to you and that is very sexy of her😌

"He stayed with you every day after that. That was his choice. So, don’t you ever fucking question whether Rafael loves you. Don’t ever question my Rafael’s love. Not when that’s all he knows how to do.” 💙💙💙💙

The scenes with Ben were actually amazing and really sweet!! I hope my boy finds the love he deserves!!! He took care of Rafe and he is his friend and I am emo🥺

Even amidst all the chaos and pain, he looks perfect and beautiful. This boy knows how to have a break down. Anjali sighs dreamily.  Honestly sams Anjali💕

Magnus and Ben talking about Alec is something I didnt know I needed but absolutely loved it!!!

“Okay. Don’t ask me how I know this. But I technically can. It’s called parental kidnapping and it’s illegal in the state of New York.”👀👀

“Max carries a lot of pain too. Just because it doesn’t look like yours, it doesn’t mean it hurts him any less.”  they are both hurting and it is hurting me too!!!

“I sometimes wish I was like him,” Rafael says quietly. “I wish I could do instead of think.” BITCH THE WAY I RELATE TO THIS BOY IS WRONG JDHDISJ

Rafael, baby, please take care of yourself and dont be so hard on you. You are doing already amazing. You are allowed to take a break and rely on others!! As someone once said "You gotta practice that self-love, honey!"

"I only wish I had known how to stop. I wish I had looked at you and told you that you’ve done enough." Don’t mind me. Just going to make this another quote that will live 24/7 in my brain🥰

LIKE FATHER LIKE SON😭😭

“You are not weak. You are tired,” Magnus smiles. “Enough now. It’s time to rest.”

///

“My Rafael,” Magnus whispers. “I wish I was half as strong as you are on your weakest day.”

PLEASE I NEED SOMEONE TO HUG ME AFTER THIS DJHDKDJ

“Because if there is one thing I know for certain, it is that Alec loves me more than anyone,” THE RANGE THAT THEY HAVE OMFG<3333

Let's get this babe some sobriety, love and therapy🥰

ROSEWOOD RIGHTS FOREVER❤️❤️

Welp, this days have been horrible honestly, I can't even begin to infodump jdhdjdjd so I haven't read the new chapter, but I just wanted to say tlnd has actually been a way to distract myself and help me get through this shit. Thank you for that💚

I hope you are doing fine. I'M SENDING THE BEST PRODUCTIVE VIBES YOUR WAY!!! I have like 3 essays to submit, so I feel you jdhdkdjd

Song rec: Call out my name, cover from Ruel (I have been listening to this on repeat)

This is an OFFICIAL threat to god to give you a mf-ing break or i will unleash my wrath :)

I hope you feel better soon. I'm glad this chapter helped and reading your thoughts made me so emo.

ALSO BABE.

BAAAAABE. YOU ARE KIDDING RIGHT?

Call out my name *THE RUEL COVER* is literally how TLND came to be. I was listening to it and came with the idea of magnus not being able to call alec alexander anymore and alec not being able to call magnus baby and hence tlnd was born. THE POWER OF RUEL >>>>

[huntiesworld]

Skinny Love | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: Y/n and Chris couldn't make their relationship work on how they wanted it to. They go through a series of conversations trying to mend their relationship. They talk through their Skinny Love. 

Warnings? Sad, Angst? DON'T COPY!!!!

Y/n stood in the dimly lit room, tears streaming down her face as they listened to Chris play the haunting melody of “Skinny Love” on his speaker. The words cut through Y/n’s heart like a knife, reminding them of love that was once so strong between them. 

-Come on skinny love, just last the year, pour a little salt we were never here

But now, as she looked at Chris, his eyes filled with pain and regret, Y/n knew that their love was crumbling before their eyes. The distance between them grows wider with each passing day, the silence between them deafening.  

Chris stopped the song, setting his phone down as he finally looked up at Y/n. His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke, “I'm sorry, Y/n. I thought we could make it work, I thought our love was enough. But I was wrong.” 

-I tell my love to wreck it all, cut out all the ropes and let me fall

Y/n felt her heart shattered into a million pieces as she realized that Chris was giving up on them. The one person who she thought would always be by their side, the one person who made them believe in love again. As Chris walked towards the door, Y/n’s voice trembled as they called out to him, “Chris, please don't go. Please don't leave me alone in the darkness.” 

“You've never cared about me.”  Chris spat, his voice filled with anger and resentment. “You were always too wrapped up in your own problems to see what was right in front of you.”  Y/n flinched at his words, feeling the weight of his accusations pressing down on her. “I did care, Chris. I just didn't know how to show it.”  she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. 

-I told you to be patient, I told you to be fine, I told you to be balanced, I told you to be kind. In the morning i'll be with you but it will be a different kind i'll be holding all the tickets, and you'll be owning all the fines

But Chris wasn't listening, his own emotions clouding his judgment. “Well, it's too late now. I'm done trying to make this work. We're over.”  He declared, his words like a dagger through Y/n’s heart. 

Y/n felt the tears welling up in her eyes, a sense of loss and longing washing over them. And as Chris turned to leave, Y/n couldn't help but to call out one last time. “Wait Chris. Please, don’t go.” Y/n pleaded, her voice breaking with emotions. “I know we said things we can't take back, but maybe…maybe we can try to mend what's broken. Maybe our love is worth fighting for.”  she spoke quietly.

-Now all your love is wasted then who the hell was i? 

But it was too late. Chris has already made up his mind, his back turned to Y/n as he left, taking their love and their hopes with them. 

-Now i'm breaking at the bridges of all your lines

-who will love you?

-who will fight?

-who will fall far behind? 

DONT COPY!!!!

[rhaenyras]

When I met my husband almost 7 years ago, it was a godsend. I had very little self-confidence and spent my school years “looking for love in all the wrong places”. He genuinely loved me and did his best to mend my broken ego. Unfortunately, he had issues of his own and couldn’t completely give his heart to me. We lost our daughter when she was 13 months old. My husband never blamed me, but he was so angry at the world, taking it out on me. Two years ago, he became depressed, but I managed to convince him to seek professional mental health help. As a result, he is a different person. He is happier, more lively, loving, supportive and treats me like a goddess. The problem is I can’t forget those early years or trust my heart to him. How do I get over this without discussing it with him? It would break his heart to know what I’m feeling.

without discussing it with him, you say? well, that's gonna be hard honestly. how do you make yourself snap out of this mental state without his help and reassurance if he's the reason you feel so troubled and insecure in the first place?

I'm glad to hear stuff is going better in your relationship since he got professional help, but it sounds like communication can still be improved between the two of you. if you dont wanna talk to him about it (which I don't agree with), then you must quietly keep these feelings to yourself and trust his actions to gradually pierce through the fortress of your mistrust. i truly don't see a third option here. but i still do hope you will eventually make up your mind and tackle the issue with him, because he's the only one who can say just the right words to make your worries appear unfounded.

[sybilltrelawnxy]

05: A memory that your character wishes to erase

“Sybill, have you ever heard of Cassandra Trelawney?”

When she shakes her head no, it is the first time Sybill has ever lied to her father. But she can tell from the look on his face that he does not expect her to know the name, and beyond that, he doesn’t want her to. What she doesn’t yet understand is why. It’s just a name to her, at this point, a name that has been whispered to her in her sleep, surrounded by so many other things. Some good, some nighmare material. 

(A tower swathed in blue light with overstuffed bookshelves and a chess table tucked away in the corner, groups of kids laughing in the grass as a professor makes the flowers dance, that same tower turned to rubble as students run and scream.)

Magic isn’t a secret, Hogwarts isn’t a secret, but the two generations of Trelawney have plenty of their own as they stare across the kitchen table at eachother. Sybill wants to throw a tantrum. Tell me, she wants to scream, tell me why I knew you were going to surprise me with pancakes for breakfast today.

Instead Sybill sits and waits quietly while her mother washes dishes, and her father orders his thoughts. “Well.” He starts, more nervous than she has ever seen him. “She was your great great grandmother...” The story starts with a woman who sounds too familiar; a little off kilter, away with the fairies, just an odd child... Until she was an even odder grown-up, making claims she had no proof for, spouting crazy ideas and expecting to be believed. Having dreams she couldn’t explain.

Sybill has no idea how she manages to keep a straight face while her father tells her that there are some wizaring families who still laugh at their name, who will know that there is a Trelawney child starting Hogwarts this year and may have taught their own children to mock her. 

There is a strange new sort of sadness twisting about in her gut, but it’s not because she might be bullied- that would not be new- no, it’s because Sybill is realizing she can never be honest with her father again. He’s put a lot of effort into clearing the family name, and she could destroy all that work right here right now in just one sentence. It’s crystal clear that he thinks Cassandra was as batty as everyone else does, and that this should be Sybill’s stance too.

So she scoffs, makes some non-comittal comments about facts and logic, then stuffs her mouth with pancakes to avoid the pressure of having to say anything else. 

Suddenly, she cannot wait to open the wax sealer letter lying on the kitchen counter, and she cannot wait to get out of this house.