#randomest thing ive ever written

[mysticmikalla]

Stardew Valley Bachelors Reactions to you cheating on them

Harvey

Harvey was never someone who felt extremely

He was someone who navigated life pretty level-headed, at least he liked to think he did

It wasn’t until you came, long after he believed he’d never be or feel extraordinary, that he began to really feel

Your first kiss, or your wedding day, for example, he felt so extremely happy that he thought that was what his patients described a panic attack as

The elevated pulse, the shakiness, the world having a slight spin to it

But in a good way, a very good way

And when it came to your infidelity, he felt it deeper

It was funny, though, cause you didn’t think he did. He was quiet for the most part, you did most of the talking, the explaining, the crying, the begging

He never yelled, or cried, or begged, he just sat

And eventually he would get up, “I understand”, and leave

That hurt more, somehow

He didn’t even cry that night. Or the night after. Harvey was so stunned, so speechless that this had happened to him, to us, that he just did not register it at first

He would go about his days as usual, just numb, and maybe slightly nauseous

Maybe he was done feeling the extremes you introduced him to

But he was wrong, and on a random weekday it hit him

It hit him so hard he had to close his office early and just cry. He was dizzy and so sick to his stomach that he couldn’t eat for days

He would never show this side in public, however - the next day, he opened his practice as usual, checking in with George as he did on Wednesdays, and eventually even started going back to the weekly Zumba classes again

Nobody will ever know how he grieves at night, especially not you. You do not deserve to know him like that anymore

Shane

Of course

Like, of course this would happen

It’s not like Shane distrusted you or the love you claimed you felt for him, either

But something was bound to go wrong, right?

Whether it be your death, a fuckup on his part or some other tragedy that befell the two of you, there was no way he was going to stay happy

It never lasts for me

Old habits die hard, but Shane just wanted to die

Not in a dramatic sense, either, but when he started seeing the bottom of the bottle on a daily basis again, he genuinely didn’t think there was a way out of this, he would not survive it this time

I wish he wouldn’t blame himself, but of course he did

Only he would be bad enough, dirty enough or broken enough to drive someone as good as you away

It had to be his fault. He wouldn’t go back to you anyway, but it had to be his fault

Was he actually so repulsive that he drove you into someone else’s arms? Did he drag you down so much that you needed to get away that badly?

You had him believe he wasn't bad, or repulsive, but then again, you fucked someone else, so what was he supposed to believe?

It took him a while to realize that you were never as good as he thought you were. But that didn’t help. All he was left with now was resentment towards you and resentment towards himself. There were not winners here

It won’t be as dark as that first year without you was, but Shane will never be happy again, not truly

Sam

He was a blubbering mess when you told him

The mixture of disbelief and the understanding that, oh, that’s why you’ve been off lately was entirely too much to handle, too much and all at once

Sam was always self assured, and he made friends and somewhat deep connections with people pretty easily

But none of that came close to what you two had

The relationship had always been easy - from the moment you two met, it was just so easy

And friendship led to a crush, a glance or two and sweaty palms

And then he was infatuated, and while always a daydreamer, Sam would think about you so much he couldn’t sleep

The love and respect he thought blossomed from that was so deep that it was untouchable

So did something so easy, so natural and good become one of the worst things that ever happened to him?

He’d kiss you, desperate, and in between kisses he would beg, “That’s not true, is it? Tell me it’s not true. I love you.”

And when he found that you weren’t kissing back, he would back away and mumble, “It’s true, isn’t it?”

Sam would need to see you again after you broke up - he still needed to understand, or know, or just express how angry and frustrated he was, and how dare you do that to him

He had a lot of support from his family and community- everyone loves Sam, and it was hard not to take his side on this one. That's what ultimately got him through it

But like never before in his life, he will question and doubt a good thing before it gets too good next time, if there’s ever a next time

Sebastian

He would not allow himself to feel

After hearing it as a rumor, then reluctantly confirming it with you, Sebastian would do anything to not feel what you had just done to him

Whether it was keeping himself busy with work, getting so high that he would forget your name, listening to such loud music that he couldn’t hear himself think, or all three at once, he would hold onto his anger and hope that grief would not reach him

He told you to stay the fuck away, and he would do his best to avoid you. Not once did he try to reach out and express his anger, or even stalk you on social media or ask about you.

God, especially not ask about you, he could not let himself be that pathetic

Withdrew socially even more, although when he did go out to the saloon, Sam and Abby noticed a new habit, how he would have to have a drink or three

Sebastian was never much of a drinker

It wasn’t until you inevitably ran into each other again that it really hit him that you weren’t his anymore

How he wouldn’t be able to come up to you and just talk and just be him, you know? Saturday nights weren’t his to look forward with you anymore

That your skin and your hair and your scent weren’t his, and even worse, they had been someone else’s, you had been under someone else

That’s when he would grieve. Then he would cry. That’s when he would realize that grief needed to be felt in order to be healed

And he would grieve, in his own way. He would take his time until eventually he could stand being around his family again. They tended to hover nowadays.

He allowed himself to miss and to think of you until the thoughts were no longer sad, or angry, just indifferent.

And now Sebastian is over you

Elliot

They say heartbreak is the strongest muse of all

Or at least he read it once, a few years ago

Now Elliot disagrees

At first, he did not believe it when he was told. He flat out denied it, almost letting out a chuckle at how ridiculous the thought of you being unfaithful was

I mean, there was no way. Your love was that of novels and songs, the kind that was eternalized in drawings and paintings worthy of museums

It had to he a misunderstanding, he was sure, and he hardly had to spend too much energy thinking about it

But when it came time to ask you, the way your smiled faded and lips formed into an apology, Elliot’s whole world collapsed

He would be silent

There were too many words and questions he needed to ask but didn’t actually want to know

Now to render a writer speechless... That was a feat, MC

Afterwards, he would not write or compose for months, almost a year. He did not want to, he did not have an ounce of inspiration, a drop of desire to create

And then, as predicted, everything he created was molded from his heartbreak, which he despised, which he thought was ugly and undeserving and would eventually just end up scraping.

It will take him years to produce something he is finally proud of again

Alex

Like Elliot, he would not believe it at first

But unlike Elliot, the thought did start to bother him enough that he needed to confront you pretty soon after he heard the gossip, the rumors

And even after a silent nod of your head and the tears brimming in your eyes, he did not want to believe

He would come close to you, grab you gently by the shoulders, and plead with you that it was a lie, or at least a very sick joke which he could eventually forgive you for

“With who? When? How many times?” He would ask again and again, frantic, but then dismiss your answer before you could give it

You talked for a long time that night, taking turns pleading and crying and yelling and then begging

Alex then stormed off, slamming the door shut, as if he could outrun what you had just told him

At first he was confused, and he seriously considered forgiving you and going back. There was just no way he could see himself without you anymore… How could you so effortlessly discard him? Maybe it was a one time thing....

That confusion would soon turn into more anger after enough support from his grandparents and Haley talking him out of giving in

After that, no way could he ever see himself going back. He deserved better. Fuck that. And fuck you, too

[mrfutureboy]

i am attempting to get ~10 year old sharpie stains out of a pokemon gold/silver themed game boy carrying case thing. ive managed to fade the stain quite a bit already but now it is in the wash after getting some spot treatment and im hoping that the spot treatment will help. again, theyre reeeally old stains, and the stick isnt a miracle worker, but i can hope.

[perfectionistincrisis]

Day 77

Two sevens wth

I totally love shopping. ~L.O.V.E.~ its really temporary though. Like i can be totally over it even before i reach home but but that moment when i get something i really want. Its just realllllllyy *some amazing/ priceless sorta word*

I keep thinking of him all the time. The thought of us together married, and i keep picturing moments, conversations like he is right infront of me.

Oh ive always wanted a bunch of things. Like i want there to be someone with whom id travel the world, try out all the food, whod take candid (& also non-candid) pics of me lol & we’d go shopping together esp for our house *-* & go out to run early in the morning (ok this ones hard!!!!) & um well tbh the list goes on duh but then the difference is whatever i havent written is something i need to sit & think and it would come up eventually, duh it will no doubt. But whatever i just mentioned above ^ ^ ^ ^ These are stuck in my head -literally-stuck- 25 7 all day everyday! Im not even exaggerating trust me! And that someones him ofcourse but the thing is i dont thing i ever talked about all these much with him. So yeah we never had that concersation i think. So in my head i kinda process it as things i want but he is not that aware of. Cause like i never really reallyexpressed how much i want it to him. Also im not reallyreally expressing it here either. Id sound way more excited then lol. But i will one day inshaAllah

So idk my mind fluctuates a lot. I decided few days earlier that id post occasionally only. But idk today out of the blue i just started to think maybe ill post daily. The randomest of thoughts that goes through my head. Whatever it is that passes my head when i come to tumblr. Ill just write a thing or two. Point is. Ill just post something regardless of what it is & itll just be random & ofcourse nothinggg id just wish i couldve told him. (Although id still wish the same!!!)

Im really tired rn idk why. I mean do you get tired from walking in a mall? Bleh. I guess ill go to sleep now. But then. I hope i can fall asleep. I usually cant sleep till after fajr and so i go to bed after fajr itself but whenever i try sleeping earlier i usually fail. Plus idk i dont even feel like getting up during the day. For many reasons. One is im too stuck thinking about him i just dont feel like getting up. Another. Idk what to do. Like ok suppose i do get up now. And then what? Huh? Nothing right? Ok great, go back to sleep honey!!!

Oh also im a tiny bit scared or more like worried. Or idk. I mean. The only concept i allow in my head is the energy output > energy input for losing weight. So i get on the treadmill & hardly eat. Ok i do sometimes eat good food but thats just one coarse of the day and then the next few days i balance it by hardly eating. Point is. I am kinda loaing weight. -ONLY on scales- i mean visually idk wth is happening i look the same to me but the thing is i am surviving now although its still hard. But the thing is i cant be eating so less forever. And also working out well i kinda workout 3 hrs a day when i do. Like yesterday for eg. And today idk. I guess ill delay it to tomorrow morning cause im tired. But then itll be 3 hrs mostttt prolly. So point is i cant always walk for 3 hrs. Plus i take breaks in between. Not much though. I only take break after 30mins straight or 60mins straight. But either ways. 3 hrs workout takes 5hrs. And this shit is only working now cause its vacation and i have nothing else to do. So yeah idk.

Ok the end. Bye.

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