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Long story short,

i survived

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We declared Maisie Peters should be a bigger artist

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My other Nate fics. If you have the time.

No one seemed to like the cliffhanger, so here's a draft that I converted into a bonus chapter.

Nate Jacobs + Fem!reader. Warnings : Dark. NSFW. Drugs. Contains brief explicit content. MDNI for this part alone. Closest thing to sm*t I've ever written (and will write).

Part 1 : Whiplash Part 2 : 9 Lives Part 3 : Blessed Part 4 : Shards Part 5 : Eighteen

You do NOT have permission to repost and/or translate any of my fics.

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Nate had never been more pissed in his life. Ever. You'd blatantly disobeyed him. Well, not technically. No technically, you hadn't been told anything, but he'd have figured you weren't so dense as to go and visit Shane motherfucking Crestin in the motherfucking ER !

Honestly. It's like you had one braincell and all it told you was to piss him off.

And fuck him. He definitely saw that in your eyes the last time.

Or was that the molly?

Probably the molly.

But whatever. The fact was, you wanted to fuck him, and he wanted to fuck you, and he had no idea why you wanted him out of your life if that was the case. Wasn't that fate? Two people want something so bad, they should end up doing it, no? Not going and visiting the reason they couldn't do it in the ER.

Yeah, he decided.

Yes. They. Should.

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He'd figured you would avoid him like the plague, anyway. So he didn't care if it reached you or not that he was helping McKay host a party. So imagine his surprise when, after about two months of no contact, you showed up at his party.

"Whoa."

You frowned. "Excuse me?'

"What happened to 'get the fuck out of my life, Nate?' What, were you just full of it?"

"Dude. If me being here bothers you that much, I'll just fucking leav-"

"Jeez, don't be a baby, short stuff.", he cooed, patting your head before slinging an arm around you. "C'mon, let's do shots."

"Hey, whoa, whoa, none of this friendliness."

He rolled his eyes, removing his hand from you. "Fine. C'mon. I missed you."

And the problem was, he did. He actually fucking missed you. Which was the weirdest thing to happen to him since... well, birth. It wasn't anything in particular, it wasn't even the fact that you were easy on the eyes.

He, like a fucking simp, just liked you being around him.

With as much trepidation as a sycophant scorned by his master, he gently, reverently, offered you a shot. "For old times' sake?"

You rolled your eyes, taking it from him. "For old times' sake? Like, the time you got me drunk at school?'

He smiled, his hand slowly back around your shoulder as he tugged you closer, kissing your temple. "We could always go back, y'know?", he murmured next to your ear. "Get high on the bleachers again."

"No."

"C'mon, we haven't hung out in two months. Ditch these fakes. I'm the fun one, anyway."

Jesus.

He took a long drag of his vape, the smoke bombarding your face. He proferred it to you and frowned when you declined. "Why not?"

"I don't vape."

"Are you one of those bitches that says 'smoke a real cigarette'?"

"No, I don't smoke at all."

He rolled his eyes. "We're going to the bleachers."

It was weird, to say the least, the air between you two back at the bleachers. You sat, looking up at the sky, the grass, anywhere but his eyes, and he sat with his head on your lap.

Silence covered the two of you until he sighed. "Can we just pick up where we left off?"

"And where was that?"

"With me almost eating you out."

You scoffed. You wouldn't have done that if you thought he was being serious. You wouldn't have done that if you were entirely sober. But you didn't and you weren't, so you scoffed. "Right. Yeah. Sure."

"I'm not joking. You're making this harder than it needs to be. There isn't any ulterior motive, this is just... boy meets girl. Boy likes girl. Girl likes boy-"

"Debatable.", you muttered, but he ignored it.

"-Boy wants to fuck girl, girl wants to fuck boy, boy fucks girl. Why are you adding shit? Do you want drama? Is that what this is? Because we could do drama. I could do drama like you've never fucking seen before!"

In Nate speak, that meant he had a big dick and he wanted you to know.

"Look. It's just too complicated. You've- there's too much-"

"Forget it all. 'Kay? Just you and me.", he replied immediately, sitting up.

"Because you quote-unquote 'love' me."

"Exactly that." His lips found yours, and surprisingly, this time, you actually had a spine and pulled away.

"What the FUCK?"

Huffing, he rolled his eyes and stroked your cheek as he shifted and knelt down. "Can we skip the part where you scream 'what the fuck, what the fuck' and push me away and get to the part where you admit you want me? I've had a long day."

Seeing him down there did nothing to make you feel safer.

"Nate-"

"Jesus fuck, Y/N, please, just, for the love of god-", he muttered, as if you were being an inconvenience at the moment and not him, the asshat on his knees. "Would you just relax?"

"Look, Y/N. I love you.", he said, and his hands slowly slid up to the hem of your shirt, his thumb rubbing the skin right under it. "Let me show you."

"You don't love me. Stop saying that."

"Fine, then. I want you. And stop telling me you don't want me, like it's a mortal sin or something.", he warned, gripping the backs of your thighs.

Sadly, you couldn't entirely blame this on the molly this time.

It definitely contributed to the decision, but mostly to the fact that it made every single touch of his explode with a robust... flavour that you couldn't replicate even if you tried.

He smiled up at you so softly you'd think he was on his knees to propose. But no. Instead of opening up a little box, he opened the fly to your pants.

"Can you look at me, please?"

You sighed, looking down. "What?"

"You really don't look like you're against this. I'd even go so far as to say you want me, but you're too much of a pussy to admit it."

You did want him. BUT. You were against this. Because it was wrong. But you were letting him kiss up your thighs, bite at your lower abdomen.

Meaning it was the world according to Nate and it both infuriated you and turned you on.

FUCK.

Hums came from both your mouth and his, and before you knew it, your fingers felt nothing but the locks of his hair, pulling so hard there was no way he wasn't in pain. And he must have been, because gently, so seamlessly, he trailed his hand up to yours, removing it from his hair and interlocking it with his own.

But he didn't pause. His tongue continued doing... well, whatever the hell it was doing that made you want to stab the Earth for being able to produce Nate Jacobs as well as praise it for... well, being able to produce Nate Jacobs.

"You're a virgin?", he asked, breathless, raising a brow in incredulity.

You'd be lying if you said your brain even registered his question - registered anything but his tongue and lips.

"Are you a virgin?"

"Why? Don't tell me this is still a test to see if I'm easy or not-"

"It's not.", he assured, reaching up slowly, and then kissing your cheek of all fucking places. One of his hands trailed back down and into you while the other one immediately closed your mouth, though you had no idea why. It was a fucking desolate high school football field. No one was going to hear anyway.

He grinned, pressing his forehead against yours as he added another finger, curling them as he worked into you. "Shh, shh, shh.", he murmured, after probably feeling the results of you trying not to lose your shit beneath his palm.

"See? We go great together."

You screamed. But it didn't quite carry.

He frowned in confusion for a moment when you made a muffled noise and then muttered an 'ah' as he gently removed his palm from your mouth.

"That's not..."

"Hm? That's not what?"

You could have killed yourself right there, because he smirked is what he did. He smirked when you couldn't finish (and barely even start) your sentences.

"That's not even remotely..."

You were stalling. That was clear. Why? You didn't know. There was no logical reason. He was already fucking inside you, there was no point in backing out of this now.

But there was reason to hesitate.

He sighed, licking his lips and shaking his head in disappointment, brushing hair from your face. "Hey."

"What?"

"If you don't fuck me right now, I will lose my shit. I will cut myself. I will play Russian Roulette again. That work for you?"

Oh, this sick, sick, sick, SICK motherfucker.

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Why you did it? Question for the ages.

You should've said no. You should've gone home. You didn't go home, though, not even after the fact. You probably should have.

Instead, you found yourself back at Fezco's store. Not voluntarily, either, it just seemed your car was as drained as you were, and you forgot to fill it back up.

"Rue?", you called out into what you imagined to be an abyss. Her voice appeared like light at the end of a tunnel. "Hey."

"You high?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I need someone to pick me up."

"Maddy's not free?"

"I didn't check."

"Well.", she groaned, shifting around, clearly in some sort of drug-induced discomfort, "You should. I don't wanna kill you, y'know, you mean so fucking much to me."

The sarcasm in her voice was mildly hurtful, but hey. At least she cared enough not to kill you.

More than Nate had ever cared.

"Okay."

So, of course, you called Cassie. Because no fucking way were you calling Maddy to come pick you up from the store owned by the local dealer, which was suspiciously close to the party thrown by her ex.

The car ride with her was smooth and lovely and peaceful. Because she was smooth and lovely and peaceful.

"You think your car will be safe, out there, all night?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, I told Fez. He knows what to do."

"Y/N, I... I've noticed you've been off, like, the last term or so."

You did not need her therapy session right now.

"Nah, I'm fine."

"You're not.", she chuckled, nervously, shaking her head as she slowed down at the red light. "You seem on edge. I think it's cause of him."

"Him?" WHAT? How the fuck did this ditz know?

"Yeah. Like, I don't know, maybe you're in love with him, and you think it's, like... forbidden, because he's a bad influence or something, but you just kinda look... strung out. Like there's a huge secret you're keeping."

She was supposed to be clueless about what was going on around her. Isn't that the thing they say about hot blondes?

"Love? In love? With who?"

"Fezco, of course. I get it, he's a dealer, but he's also hot, and I guess, let's face it, he's quite nice for a criminal."

Oh, thank god. The dumb blonde theory stands.

"I'm not in love with Fez."

"Then why are you so... off?"

"I...", you sighed, deciding to stick to the truth as much as safely possible. "I got in with some bad people during spring break."

The look of concern on her face made you want to apologize and buy her whatever she wanted, or maybe even confess to every fucking sinful thought you'd ever had.

"What? Oh, my god, what? Like, hard drugs and shit?"

"More like guns and shit."

"Y/N, WHAT?!"

"Yeah, it was fucked up, but I'm out of it now, though, so you don't have to worry, okay, Cass? I'm peachy. I'm great, honest! Hey, it's turning amber."

She frowned, turning back to the road in front of her. "You sure?"

You'd never been more grateful for Nate throwing the lamp to your right rather than your left.

You'd never been more grateful for Nate giving you a hickey on your right rather than your left.

You nodded. "Yeah. Thanks, though."

"So. Did you... you went to his party, right? Did you see him? Did you guys talk?"

It took you a moment to figure out that she was talking about her ex.

"McKay? Yeah. Yeah."

"How is he? Did he mention me?"

"He's, um... he's doing fine, I guess. He looks like he misses you, but you know him. He probably won't tell me."

"I just... maybe we... I just want to, um... fix things."

"You should."

"You think?"

You nodded. What the fuck else could you do to distract her from the fact that if she took one look down, she'd see Nate blowing up your phone? "Yeah, you guys were great together."

You instantly cringed. Because that was what Nate had said about you and him. "See? We go great together."'

"I don't know if I want him back, or what. What do you think?"

That I just fucked Nate Jacobs. And that the molly was only half of it. That I'm going to kill myself.

"I think... I think you broke up for a reason, Cass."

She nodded, and the rest of the car ride went in pleasant silence.

Then she dropped you home.

And Rue was waiting for you.

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"You're pissing me off. What is this, blackmail?'

"Yeah. It is. I saw you two in the bleachers, and if you tell people I'm not sober, I'll let it slip that you let Nate Jacobs inside you."

Keep your calm. If you show even a tiny sign of accepting that she was right, you're dead meat. "It was a psych project. He had just finished a practice, so we sat there and finished some work."

"With tequila?"

Silence. Okay. She was not talking about tonight. She was talking about the gun-night. This was salvageable.

"Funnily enough, Y/N, according to what Lexi told me, there's been no 'psych assignment-slash-project.'"

"Rue-"

"So you've not only been lying to all of us, you've been betraying Maddy. And you've done Jules so wrong.'

"Look, you don't even know-"

"Then tell me."

So you did. You told her about the Instagram story, you told her about the Russian roulette, hell, you even told her about the dinner and the scar. What you didn't tell her about was the sex. The mind-blowing guilt-inducing sex.

"But I saw you kiss him on the bleachers."

"I was drunk, Rue. I'd have let the fucking janitor kiss me."

"Look, Y/N, those are my terms."

"You're asking me to lie to everyone about your health, your wellbeing! We're all looking out for you, Rue! Y'can't just blackmail me into not doing right by you."

"As nice as that is, the fact still stands that you fucked Nate."

FUCK!

"Rue, please-"

"He doesn't even fucking want you. He wants to get back at Maddy, and you're too fucked out to see it!"

"Rue, you're crossing the li-"

"I bet that fucking him was the only thing you've been doing this whole time. What, did you fuck him when Maddy was with him?"

Rue laughed after you slapped her and that definitely told you she was so high she couldn't even feel it. "C'mon. Grow up.", she scoffed, tucking hair behind your ear. "Girl code's not important anymore, is it? We're all eighteen - adults - now."

WHY must everyone always do that with your hair? So fucking condescendingly, too?!

"Rue, I didn't fuck Nate Jacobs."

"Then why is he blowing up your phone? Yeah, you think I didn't notice the name on your screen?"

"He blows up my phone because he's a psycho- I told you about the Russian Roulette thing and the gun and the slit wris-"

"Yeah, but you said you asked him to leave you alone and he did. Why would he break no contact? What could've happened?"

"Rue, I am not going to help you fake sobriety in front of your family- I- Rue, what is that?"

She frowned, looking down and following your line of sight. Her bag. The front zip. A needle. She looked back up, deadpan. "Fent."

"RUE! YOU CAN'T EXPECT ME T-"

"Look, Y/N, I like you, I do. There's no reason for you to worry, okay? If you could be quiet, your life will go on as it always does. No reputation loss, no guilt, no embarrassment."

"This will kill you! I can't do that to you, Rue, please!"

"But you can do Nate Jacobs?"

You were genuinely about to strangle this fucking trapper cunt.

"Think about it."

What, had she gotten lessons in blackmail from him?

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That night, you were too fucking exhausted to even question why Nate was knocking at your window. You just opened it for him. You just let him kiss you. You just let him tuck your hair behind your fucking ear.

"I have a question."

"What?"

"Did you visit Shane in the hospital?"

Okay. No way he could have found out about that. You didn't tell a single fucking soul.

"Huh?"

"I beat him up for you. 'Cause he was saying you fucked when you didn't.", he said, his voice oddly calm for a man betrayed.

"I didn't ask you to!"`

"Please.", he scoffed, clapping sarcastically. "Biggest cop-out of the century."

"I didn't!"

"He was calling you a slut, basically. As if you'd just give it up to anyone." What, like he knew you that well?

"Hundreds of people say hundreds of shit about me every fucking day! What am I, supposed to set you on them?"

"You could."

You scoffed.

"I'm being serious. You could say "'sic 'em' " and I'd beat them to a bloody pulp.", he informed, brushing hair over your ear again. "Say it. Tell me someone to beat up. I'll do it. No matter who it is."

"Nate. I didn't ask you to do any of this. I asked you to leave me alone, and you did the opposite!"

"You're acting like I showed up, fucked you, and then just left!"

He clenched his jaw, his grip on the piece of hair he just pushed behind your ear, now shifting to the rest of your hair. "No, cunt. I said 'I love you'. Or did you conveniently forget that?"

Oh. Right. THAT.

"What? You're suddenly acting like a pussy, baby, what's up with that? Look me in the eyes and tell me you don't remember. Don't be a pussy. C'mon, tell me. Oh, yeah, wait a minute, you can't."

"You didn't mean that. You wanted to get what you wanted, so you-"

"You think I say shit like 'I love you' lightly? You think I throw that word around?" Yes, he did, but you didn't need to know that. He decided to deploy the trauma card.

"You've seen what my parents are like. You think I'd abuse the words 'I love you'?"

"I guess not-"

"Yeah. EXACTLY."

Ooh, you were putty in his hands and he almost got a semi because of it.

"Look, okay, fine, Nate, that- that was out of pocket, but you can't expect me to-"

"But I do. I have never lied to you. Have I? I've blackmailed you and threatened you and, fuck, yeah, I've stuck a goddamn gun down your throat, but when have I ever lied?"

"So you're saying you 'love' me and I have to just accept it."

"I'm saying I love you, and you have to just believe it.'

And god help you, you somehow did.

"Rue's blackmailing me."

He mock-gasped. "You're cheating on me, then."

You couldn't help the chuckle that left your lips. Him being so calm in the face of danger should make him look foolish in your eyes, not admirable.

And the molly excuse was being held up by string the breadth of dental floss, honestly.

"Does she use firearms as well? Did you think about me the whole time?" He was clearly trying to make you laugh, and it was working.

He kissed your forehead. "What did she blackmail you for?"

"For or about?"

"Both."

"For : keeping her relapse a secret from everyone. About : the gun-night at the bleachers."

"Okay, so the choice is clear."

"What?"

Nate Jacobs had scared you when he'd said he loved you and when he'd said he'd kill himself for you, but he'd never scared you as much as he did with what he said next.

"We just sit back and watch that bitch OD."

[bylerblogger]

I'm sorry, but the old bowl cut can't come to the phone right now.

Why?

Oh!...

Cause it's dead. ❤️

[sandrasoapbox]

Mr. Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

[thecalvinistkat]

It’s time to live and learn from the works of yesterday and shed our previous skins like a snake 🐍

Happy Lunar New Year!

Speedpaint here

[majoryeager104]

February 22nd

Chuuya will look for any excuse to charm you. Thoughtful gifts, extravagant dates, countless flirtations; he adores making you adore him. So much so that sometimes, in his many many attempts to woo you, he ends up forgetting that it’s not all about charming you, or keeping things exciting. Sometimes it’s just about the moments when everything is peaceful.

It’s those moments when he finds that he’s the most content; with your head in his chest and his arms around you, tracing patterns on the small of your back while he listens to you breath. All those late night talks, or the times you’d both stay up dancing around the kitchen in the refrigerator light. (🫶) it was those moments where he didn’t feel the crazy urge to charm you that he realized he didn’t have to, that you were his all along.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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What is a narcissist?

What characterizes a narcissist? I've encountered this term frequently, not because my friends or colleagues have applied it to me, but rather due to my older sister's frequent use of it. She appears to believe that I fit this description. To diagnose someone with Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD), five out of the nine criteria from the DSM-IV-TR are necessary. Some of the traits associated with NPD include a heightened sense of self-importance, preoccupation with fantasies of power, wealth, success, and love, a constant need for admiration, a belief in one's uniqueness, a lack of empathy, arrogance, entitlement, a preference for associating only with important or special individuals, and a tendency to exploit others for personal gain.

It's crucial to distinguish between narcissism and narcissistic personality disorder. Narcissism refers to certain exhibited traits in a person, where they don't meet enough criteria to be categorized as having NPD.

Allow me to elaborate on the fact that most of us possess elements of personality disorders to some degree. For instance, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (OCD) is one of the most commonly discussed ones. Each of us experiences varying levels of OCD tendencies. Similarly, anxiety and periods of depression are universal; the key lies in the extent to which these disorders disrupt our daily functioning.

This principle applies to both narcissism and NPD. Celebrating our achievements occasionally and taking pride in reaching goals are healthy behaviors. There's no issue with that. Therefore, if someone labels you as a narcissist or suggests you have OCD, don't be overly concerned. More often than not, they might be projecting their own emotions onto you. Give them space to express themselves, and eventually, the genuine truth will emerge.

Examples and Anecdotes: Imagine a coworker who consistently seeks praise for their achievements and often downplays the accomplishments of others. While this behavior might seem narcissistic, it doesn't necessarily meet the criteria for NPD. On the other hand, someone with NPD might manipulate their colleagues into doing their work for them, exploiting their desire to please for personal gain.

Treatment and Coping Strategies: For those dealing with narcissism or NPD, seeking professional help from therapists or counselors is a crucial step. Cognitive-behavioral therapy and other therapeutic approaches can be effective in addressing the underlying issues and promoting healthier behaviors. Developing empathy, self-awareness, and coping strategies are integral parts of the recovery process. For friends and family, setting boundaries and encouraging open communication can help manage interactions with individuals exhibiting narcissistic traits. Remember that change takes time and dedication, but it's possible with the right support and commitment.

Source: What is a narcissist?

[when-i-sing-you-shout]

But daddy I love him

[ringosmistress]

[estellexe]

'i would stay forever if you'd say don't go'

[aroacesafeplaceforall]

“Now I’m down bad crying at the gym” but in an aroace way because I STILL DONT HAVE THE EMAIL

[fairyboygenius]

fresh out the slammer- simon riley x fem!reader

we’ve all got that one destructive situationship…

a/n: i have no idea what this is lol. was listening to ttpd as i do and had this idea. might make this a series with a different song for different characters??

cw: alcohol consumption, brief suggestive content

now, pretty baby, i’m running back home to you

two knocks on the door.

you took a deep breath, pulling out your phone to reread the text.

come over whenever, love. i’m home.

just as you were about to raise your fist to the door to knock again, it swings open. he wasn’t wearing his mask. a bandaid rested on the bridge of his nose, bags under his eyes seeming slightly less prominent than usual. his eyes swept over you, the tiniest bit of concern flashing across his face before his expression became stoic again.

“come on in.”

fresh out the slammer, i know who my first call will be to

the wine was cold-just how he knew you liked it. a crisp, crunchy white that almost tasted like sunlight. too bad you were feeling anything but sunny.

“he cheated on me.” the words felt heavy on your tongue, foreign. it was objectively true- you had literally walked in on him fucking another woman in your bed. that was merely two hours ago, though, and the bile in your stomach was still simmering at a low level.

“fuckin’ idiot.”

you tried to ignore how simon’s lips caressed the side of the lowball glass.

“told ya he was trouble, doll. never looked at you like you deserve.”

his voice was raspy, a sure indicator that this wasn’t his first drink. so was the toe-curling way he looked at you, brown eyes drifting over your face and down your body. he only got this open in his desire with some liquid courage in his system, but you’d take what you could get. with him especially.

“and what do i deserve?” the question was a trap. honey falling from your lips purely to draw the bear in front of you closer. your tricks were well-rehearsed- leading questions, cinnamon perfume, vanilla lip balm, a low-cut tank top. they worked every time.

his hand reached out, brushing the side of your arm. jackpot.

“little vixen,” he groaned, eyes falling to your lips involuntarily. “this is just unfair at this point.”

“what, are you seeing anyone seriously?”

“you think i’d invite you over if i was?”

your lips curled up in a smile. the banter, you could do no problem. “we both know commitment doesn’t mean much to you.”

“i haven’t kicked you as a habit. that’s gotta show some dedication.”

you reached up, intertwining your fingers with his as you took a sip of your wine. “and here i thought i was just keeping your bed warm.”

and when he leaned in and kissed you, sunlit wine mixing with stormy bourbon, you swore it was to prove a point.

[dr3amscap3]

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐄 ┊ 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋 𝐀.

┊Azul Ashengrotto x GN! Reader ┊Angst  ┊In which Azul asks (Name) for a dance... for old times sake. ┊CW : Angst, Argument, & Breakup. ┊Note : For any flashback to occur there will be an indicator marked before it. ┊Word Count: 1016

You always found the saying “For old times sake” somewhat poetic. Perhaps it was the way the words carried such yearning for the love that once was there, or perhaps it was the way those words held so much anguish that the feeling burned through the soul.

The meaning behind those words always fascinated you, and in all honesty, Azul never understood your fascination, he never understood the true depth those words held, he never understood the anguish he would feel uttering those wretched words to you.

He never understood until he had to say those words to you to simply buy more time. To steal your gaze one last time. To hold you in his arms before you left for your world.

Truth be told Azul never expected that he would need to say those words to you, for he always thought he could call you, his.

—FLASHBACK—

“Azul, you and I know damn well I can’t leave my whole fucking life behind for you.” You argued with him, as much as you loved him you can’t give up your life back in your world, after all, it was your entire life.

“What do you mean you can’t?! You promised me (Name)!” Azul fought back, anger and sorrow lacing his words.

“Azul—“

“NO, YOU PROMISED ME YOU’D STAY AND YOU WOULDN’T LEAVE ME LIKE THE REST—“

“WELL, THEN I LIED! I lied, okay Azul? That promise was only feasible at the time because it was before Crowley even knew it was possible to send me back home. It was when we weren’t sure I would even be able to go back!” You cried out, your chest heaving up and down as the adrenaline flowed through your veins.

“So what, you get a chance to go back to that damned world of yours and you immediately go and leave me?” Azul asks, his voice getting weaker.

“YES! Azul… I have friends and family back in my world, I have a whole life back in my world! Everything that practically ever raised me is back there!”

“And what about me (Name)? What about me?” Azul retorts, his voice cracking in the process.

“What about you Azul?! This is my life! If you think you have a say in whether I go back home or not then you’remistaken. I won’t let you dictate whether or not I stay in this twisted wonderland with you, Azul!” You spat out, your voice laced with hurt and venom.

Azul scoffed “So all that talk of you saying you loved me and that you wouldn’t dare abandon me like the rest was a lie, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, I suppose it was. Sevens I can’t believe I loved someone like you. Sometimes I yearn that our worlds never collided and that we were simply stars never to align.” You cursed, covering your face with your hands.

Oh. Oh.

Azul froze when you said that, you looked so cold and unforgiving as you uttered those words at him, you didn’t even look sorry as his eyes started to well up with tears. 

“You don’t mean that (Name)—“

“I think it’s time for you to go Azul.”

“(Name) please—“

“Get out Azul.”

“(Name) don’t do this please I—“

“GET OUT!”

—FLASHBACK END—

The day before you left he took his chance for a one last time, he appeared outside your dorm, a shell of what used to be a smug man.

“Care for a dance? For old times' sake?” He utters, his lips tremble in fear of rejection, in fear of not getting his one last time.

In all his life nothing has ever hurt him more than uttering those words to you and seeing the reluctance in your gaze. Seeing the way you’re about to say ‘no’ and shut the door on him. So like the pathetic man he is, he begs, he begs for a one last time.

“Please… I’ll beg if I must please I-, just one last dance (Name) that’s all I ask.”

You sigh, nodding as you give in to his sorrowful request, “For old times sake, Azul.”

He takes your hand and guides you to what used to be your spot, a place hidden along the coast of the Isle of Sages, a place he often took you to watch the sunset.

The hues of oranges started to illuminate the sky as you two swayed to the sounds of the ocean waves.

“…You know… I’m not going to get better without you…” Azul whispered, his voice shaky and teary.

“I know.” You whispered back, holding him softly to at least give him this solace.

“Is there anything I can do to change your mind?” He asks, pleading for a way to make you stay with him.

You shake your head, you’ve made up your mind, you were leaving him… you were going home.

Azul sighs as he looks at you, tears cascading down his face as his lips tremble “I love you (Name)…”

You look at him with pity in your eyes “I loved you too Azul…”

As you look over at the horizon you notice that the sun has almost set “Continue to admire the sunset for me Azul… after all the sunset is beautiful, isn’t it?” You say, pulling away from him, giving him one last apologetic smile. “I’m sorry…” You whisper, letting a single tear fall down your face.

And with that, he finally shatters and falls to his knees as the distance between you both grows farther, his continuous sobs grow more pitiful as he watches you walk away.

The day came when you finally left, and yet as the days after that passed he read your love letters every single night and prayed to the sevens that you’ll come back to him. Yet deep down he knew you were happy back home, your home.

Yet still, even so, his love for you would always be timeless, even if yours wasn’t.

It simply wasn’t meant to be, after all his tale with you was a story of a romance torn apart by fate.

The creation of this fanfic was souly based on one of @taruruchi ‘s reblogs *hearts and kisses*.

Also funfact! The phrase “the sunset is beautiful isn’t it?” is a way of saying that even though the relationship is ending, there as still good memories ( Quoting Google ).

- Mika

TAGS : @gingeywolfey @luxaryllis @raix-lv @ruru-kiss @blankescapades @deimospheres @gh0stbastard @kiriesdreamworld @hmmmmmm-give-me-your-gender @taruruchi

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[rioagatha]

the fact that cassandra nova was a perfect evil villain for deadpool and wolverine…

I can fix her (no really I can)

[klarolinexluv]

Dorcas “Mad Woman” Meadowes

Dorcas “The Albatross” Meadowes

Dorcas “Vigilante Shit” Meadowes

Dorcas “Who’s Afraid Of Little Old Me?” Meadowes

Dorcas “Cassandra” Meadowes

Dorcas “Don’t Blame Me” Meadowes

Dorcas “This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things” Meadowes

Dorcas “I Did Something Bad” Meadowes

[ecstarry]

invisible string

James keeps going back to the bookstore to talk to Regulus, the cute employee, unaware that Regulus does not work there and only keeps coming back each day to talk to him too. or ---

A cute village AU where they fall in love at first sight.

This fic is a birthday presente for @neaverse, she loves a village AU and taylor swift so I wrote her this <3 I hope you have a lovely day chiqui, I love you so much and I am eternally grateful to have you in my life.

There are a total of five songs referenced and one more easter egg about something personal to taylor, I would love to know if any of you got them all!