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staar5384 · 1 year

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champange problems

neuvillette x gn!reader

hurt/no comfort, they/them pronouns, light cursing

this is slightly based off of the song champagne problems by taylor swift🫶🏼

might consider a pt. 2 if people are interested:)

The Opera Epiclese was beautifully decorated from top to bottom. Assortments of Rainbow Roses adorned the hallways, Lumidose Bells hung like vines from the pillars. Stunning satin and silk tapestries dressed the walls in different shades of blue and purple.

Everyone there could tell something was going to happen, though no one knew what.

When the people of Fontaine received their invitations to the event, it did not state the reasoning for it. It was presented as a formal ball. People were expected to dress and act appropriately, and it was not a place for children.

As the guests arrived, they could see Chief Justice Neuvillette and the Hydro Archon Furina were sitting in the front row of the courthouse. They were chatting, glancing out at the crowd periodically, as if looking for someone.

Then you walked in.

Neuvillette arose from his seat and walked down to greet you. You smiled at your boyfriend, giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“I’m so glad you could make it,” He said, grasping your hand as he brought you toward the seats he and Furina were sat in.

“I’m glad I could make it too! Everything here looks absolutely gorgeous,” You replied, following him.

Furina greeted you with a smile and a wave before moving from her seat to somewhere backstage.

“So what is this grand party for, hmm?”.

“Oh you’ll see soon enough my love,” He kissed your hand. “Just enjoy the atmosphere and the music. The Melusines should come around soon with refreshments, and the band is about to play.”

You nodded, leaning back into your chair and taking a deep breath. It was nice to have a moment to relax and enjoy yourself. You very rarely got that anymore thanks to your constant traveling, but the work was so fulfilling.

Just as Neuvillette said, the Melusines came out carrying trays of various drinks. One of them stopped in front of you two, two glasses of sparkling champagne was presented. “Just as you requested, Monsieur!” She said excitedly.

Neuvillette grabbed both the glasses, handing one over to you, “Thank you very much,” He smiled as she skipped away.

“This is different from the other drinks,” You gave him a smirk. “Was this requested specifically for me?” You had always been a fan of champagne, more than wine which tended to be the people’s preferred drink of choice.

“How could we throw a party without having everything my beautiful partner desires?” He kissed your temple with a gentle smile on his face.

You returned his smile and sipped the drink, “You also opted for champagne I see.”

“Ahh, I figured I could try to enjoy your favorite drink for a change.”

Neuvillette had never cared for champagne, he made that abundantly clear when you two began dating, but when he saw your face light up at the thought of him sharing your drink of choice, he knew it would all be worth it.

The two of you chatted for a while, catching up on how things have been on both your ends. You had recently returned from a trip to Inazuma, a country you had longed to visit for a while. You were given a commission there, and left about a month ago. You had only returned the day prior.

Neuvillette recounted many trials to you, one in particular standing out. He talked about Fatui Harbinger, Childe, a man you had met once before in Liyue when you were there for the Rite of Descension.

“Ahh I know Childe,” You commented. “We crossed paths briefly a few months ago. He almost sank the entirety of Liyue Harbor.”

“Oh?” Neuvillette raised his brow. “And how have I not heard about this?”

You giggled, “I forgot to be honest. It was so insignificant for me at the time. I left the Harbor only a few hours before to visit some of the ruins. Who would have thought that someone would try to wipe out the nation’s biggest city?”

Neuvillette chuckled, his eyes sparkling, “You tell me the most fascinating stories. I hope someday I can give you a memory as fun and beautiful as the ones you make.”

You felt your face heat up, “You’re such a flirt, Neuvillette.”

“Only for you darling.”

The band on stage began their show, the audience around them silencing. You glanced over and realized Furina had not returned to her seat.

Neuvillette placed his glass aside and rose from his seat. He planted a kiss on the top of your head, “Excuse me a moment.”

“But the music just started. You’ll miss it.”

“No worries dear, I’ll be back,” He took his leave, walking out the back doors.

You sighed, focusing your attention on the orchestral display in front of you. Just as you expected, the music was beautiful, as was everything else in the Opera Epliclese. If only you knew what the true reasoning behind this was.

Moments passed and both Neuvillette and Furina had yet to return. You contemplated searching for them both, but stopped when Furina walked up on stage.

“Hello ladies and gentlemen! It is quite the honor to be here tonight as we have such a lovely occasion to be celebrating!”

Whispers and murmurs flooded over the crowd. What could they possibly be trying to celebrate?

“Now, I know you all must be very confused. ‘Oh great Hydro Archon Focalors.’” You rolled your eyes. “What could we possibly be celebrating!’ I can hear your gears turning, and I can promise you this is an occasion none shall forget!”

From stage left, Neuvillette walked on. He almost looked nervous as he approached the front of the stage. Furina handed him the microphone and winked before hopping off to the side.

“Umm,” He spoke softly. “This isn’t really quite my thing, speaking about emotions and feelings and such, especially in front of a crowded room like this, but I believe this is something that should be shared,” His throat bobbed, his eyes flicking across the audience. “Emotions are not, and never have been, my strong suit. They are complicated, hard to understand, and feeling them is confusing,” He said. “But there is one person who has made these emotions less confusing. When I am around them, I don’t need to try to understand what I’m feeling.”

You knew instantly he was talking about you. The two of you had discussed his inability to comprehend human emotions a few times. You had helped him understand his initial feelings towards you, helped him learn to accept his love and care for you. All of these things he has accomplished was through your help, so he says.

His eyes locked with yours, and he gestured for you to join him on the stage. Hesitantly, you stood and made your way to him. The spotlight was bright and hot, making you sweat almost instantly.

Neuvillette took your hand in his, “I can’t think of anyone I would rather spend my life with.”

Your eyes widened. He was going to propose

He got down onto one knee, pulling out a velvet blue box. He opened it, and the ring inside was stunning. A sparkling blue crystal with a silver band. “My love, will you marry me?”

All eyes were on you at that moment as the audience eagerly awaited your response. You were at a loss for words. You loved Neuvillette, you truly did, but marriage? The thought had never crossed your mind, nor were you even truly ready to get married. You had so many more adventures to go on, so much more to see and do. Marriage would only tie you down and prevent you from experiencing those things.

Your heart throbbed, an ache filling you that you had never felt before. You stepped away from him, shaking your head with tears in your eyes, “I’m sorry, Neuvillette,” You watched his face drop. “But I can’t accept,” As you finished the sentence you rushed off of the stage and out of the room.

Neuvillette watched you leave, the ring box slipping from his hand, and landing onto the stage with a thud. The crowd began to whisper, a mix of emotion swirling throughout the room.

Furina, despite her love for the drama, immediately jumped in at seeing the distress on Neuvillette’s face, “Alright everyone, I believe that is all for this evening. Feel free to get some refreshments outside! Guards, if you could escort our guests out.”

One by one, each person began to leave until the only people inside were Furina and Neuvillette.

She glanced down at him, he hadn’t moved a single inch. His eyes were glued to the floor as he replayed the event in his head, over and over again. You said no.

“Neuvillette?” Furina approached him, gently tapping his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

He snapped out of his trance, picking his head up, “I- I do not know.”

“Well, why don’t we get you back home, yeah?”

The two left in silence, Furina remaining close beside him. People watched the two leave the Opera Epiclese and they wouldn’t stop talking. This news would spread like wildfire, Neuvillette would become the talk of Fontaine.

Outside it was downpouring. The rain was the worst it had been in a very long time. Furina knew why.

“Even the weather is matching the mood,” Someone said from afar, noticing the Archon and Chief Justice.

“What a shame,” Another person spoke. “Losing out on a good lover such as the Monsieur.”

“They even rejected him in front of a crowd. The embarrassment he must feel… How cruel.”

“I do hope he finds someone better. He deserves someone less… fucked in the head.”

Each voice he heard was a nasty reminder, each word spoken made his heart twist and ache in an uncomfortable way. He tried to drown it out, but it was almost impossible.

“Thank you, Lady Furina,” He pulled away from her. “But I think I’ll go alone.”

“A-Are you sure?” She was hesitant to leave him alone in such a state.

“Quite sure. I’ll see you soon,” He left without another word.

Neuvillette decided to spend the rest of his evening alone, sulking in his hurt, wondering if maybe he could have done something to make you stay.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact fanfiction #fanfiction #neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette angst #neuvillette genshin #hurt/no comfort #angst #genshin impact angst #genshin angst

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baby-stay92 · 2 months

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Love At First Sight - Part 5 (FINAL)

Pairing: Idol!Han x Fem!Reader

FLUFF

Warnings: mention of anxiety, pregnancy, alcohol, let me know if I missed something.

WD.: 2k

Credit: baby-stay92 ❤ m. list

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It had been almost a year since he had spotted her amongst the crowd and she had turned his entire life upside down. These many months they’d had together had been bliss with how she would help him with lyrics, dance moves and most of all, she never judged or got mad when he received flirtatious words and looks from the fans. She understood that he only flirts back for the image that he has to uphold. She respected when he was busy with either practice, recording or performances. Shortly put, she was nothing short of perfect. When thinking of her, Han could easily imagine the rest of his life, having her by his side. Hell he had imagined that many times and that is why he now found himself in a jewellery store, looking for the perfect ring. He debates between two for a good while, wanting to make sure that he picked the perfect ring to bejewel your hand forever. After careful deliberation he finally decides on a beautiful rose gold ring with a big oval moss agate in the middle, with small vines around it on which smaller matching stones rested. He paid and soon left the store with the ring box safely tucked away in his pocket. Now he “just” needed to plan the perfect evening for this big event, but he also wanted something intimate, and kinda private. Han walked back to the dorms where he hid the ring in his nightstand before joining the guys for their weekly meeting about how things are going and what’s to happen during the week to come.

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Another couple of months pass, in which Han works hard on planning the perfect way to go about asking you the big question. He had asked all the boys for help and they had happily done everything they could to make this as memorable as possible and tonight was the big night. Han had invited you out for dinner at your favourite restaurant, where he had asked the staff to make sure there were candles and live music playing softly in the background.

On the big evening, he picked you up at your place, where he was blown back by the beautiful knee length soft green dress you were wearing. It was strapless and around your neck hung a beautiful, yet simple, necklace with a moss agate glittering. He had never seen that necklace before, so it must be faith that it matched the ring so perfectly. You had on your favourite black pumps that he once had complimented, as they perfectly prolonged your legs and really showed off your stunning legs. He had kissed you softly before complimenting your dress, to which you repaid the favour by complimenting his simple white dress shirt that he had on under a dark green blazer and to finish it off, of nice fitting black jeans. Once in the car, he drove to the restaurant that he had handpicked for the occasion, with help from the ever so romantic Hyunjin. Apparently Hyunjin had had many amazing meals (and dates) at this particular place. Hyunjin had however warned him about the steep prices, but Han couldn’t care less, not when it came to this - not when it came to you. He would spend every last cent he ever made, if it meant you’d be happy. Hell he would lasso the moon to give it to you, if you asked.

Once at the restaurant, he led you inside and the hostess quickly greeted you and showed you to the only table in the entire place, which was placed dead centre of the room. After a bit of pushing, Han finally admitted that he had paid a hefty price to have the places to himself for the evening. Admitting this earned him a slap to his arm from you, only causing him to chuckle as he sat down. You both quickly ordered and soon fell into your usual smalltalk.

“This is so sweet of you, babe” You smiled at him from across the table as you both ate your meals.

“I’m glad you like it, love” Han smiled at you, trying to manage his anxiety that kept pulling at him. You ate whilst making smalltalk and afterwards you decided on getting desserts, which easily was both of your favourite part of the meal. He loved listening to you talk about… well anything really. When it comes to you, even a three hour long monologue on something stupid like snails or grass would probably be amazing, just because it would be you talking. After finishing desserts, He navigated you outside and to his car, which he helped you get in before joining you and driving off. He drives down town to this gorgeous small park, which he has made sure was empty and lit with torches along the path leading to the centre of the park, where the boys had been decorating and setting up hidden cameras whilst you’d been eating. Once he had received a message from Chan that everything was good to go, he had escorted you out of the restaurant. Once he has parked at the park, he gets out of the car and quickly walks around to your side, to open the door for you and to help you out. He takes you on a bit of a stroll around the park to enjoy the flowers that’s growing everywhere on both sides of the tiled path.

“This park is so pretty.” You smile and take his hand, still walking.

“Not as pretty as you, love.” Han smiled back at you and intertwined his fingers with yours. You giggle and blush at his compliment, feeling butterflies appear in your stomach. Han makes a turn and you follow him, staying by his side.

“Where did all these torches come from?” You ask and look at them as they lead the path ahead. At the end of the path you think you see something, but you can’t quite make it out yet.

“I had the guys set them up.” Han smiles as he keeps walking with you. You giggle and as you get closer to the end of the path you realise that the thing you noticed before was a big sakura decorated archway, which was lit up but fairy lights hanging amongst the sakuras. You smile widely as Han stops walking not far from the archway.

“You like it?” He asked and turned to face you.

“I love it, Sungie, it’s beautiful!” You smile, still not facing him, causing you to not notice it when he pulls the ring box from his chest pocket before dropping to one knee. He took a deep breath before speaking.

“L/N Y/N,” He says, making you turn to him with a gasp, “I’ve loved you for over a year and I can’t imagine my life without you. You’re the last thing I think of when I fall asleep and you’re the first thing I think of as I wake up everyday. My life without you was so incredibly dull and I never even knew it, until I met you. Meeting you turned on the light of the world and I hope you’ll do me the delightful honour of marrying me and thereby making me the happiest man alive.” Han speaks every word with precision, just as he has practised and at the end he opens the ring box, holding out in front of him, to offer it to you.

“Jisung….” You whisper, tears forming in the corners of your eyes, you’ve never felt this loved, surprised and lucky all at the same time. You couldn’t find the words to accept his proposal, without the tears falling as you continued through the tears: “I’d be honoured to call you my husband.” You say, your voice breaking a bit. Han stands back up and pulls the ring from the box, to place it on your right ring finger, before kissing the back of your hand softly. You can’t help yourself as you pull him closer and kiss him softly on the lips. You pull away as you hear loud explosions in the sky, making the both of you look up at the beautiful fireworks that’s cascading across the night sky.

“You did this?” You asked him, smiling at the sight.

“N-no…” Han said confused but still with a smile on his face.

“No, that is our surprise,” Chan says from behind the two of you. The guys were all standing in a row behind you, smiling and Felix was even crying as Minho had an arm around him.

“I hope you like it” Chan added and smiled at you.

“I love it, thank you” You say and hug him, before moving on to hug each of the guys, Han doing the same. The guys all say their congratulations and you thank them all. Hyunjin steps away from the group and pulls out his camera, starting to take pictures of you showing off the ring, making all the guys group hug you and Han.

“I better get a copy of those pictures, Hyunnie” You smile at him as he lives his best photographer life, making the guys laugh.

“Oh I promise to send them to you, along with the video footage.” Hyunnie, assures you.

“V-video footage?” You ask and look at Han, a confused look on your face.

“Yeah, I had the guys hide cameras in the bushes, to capture the moment forever.” Han explains and you kiss him lovingly.

“I, however, went a step further.” Chan smiles and goes on; “When you guys walked up the path, I flew a drone over your head and it captured the whole thing from above.” Chan smiles and you giggle, as Han chuckles next to you.

“Only you would think of that, Hyung.” Han laughed and hugged Channie again, saying his thanks.

“So you guys were all a part of this magical evening?” You ask and blush, looking at the guys, with a loving smile.

“Yup, we’ve all been planning for weeks.” I.N. explains and smiles widely. You all start talking in smaller groups until you notice Seungmin running off. He soon returns with a basket in his hand, which he places on the ground next to him, before he begins to pull out glasses. He hands everyone a glass before revealing a bottle of champagne, which he starts to pour, but when he gets to you, you cover your glass.

“Not for me, I can’t” You blush and all the guys look confused at you.

“Why not?” Han asked confusedly and looked at you.

“No way!” Changbin gasps, clearly realising what is going on, “You’re pregnant?!” he adds loudly and you nod, a huge smile on your lips.

“I sure am - I got the confirmation from my doctor yesterday” You explain and turn to face Han, who was sporting the biggest smile you’d ever seen.

“Surprise!” You smile and he hugs you tight and places a kiss on your forehead, which quickly makes Hyunnie take more pictures.

“I’m going to be a dad?” Han asked, tears forming in his eyes as you nod softly.

“Please say those are happy tears.” You giggle and now it’s his turn to nod.

“Well then,” Chan says, living up to his role as the leader, “Congrats to the happy couple on not only getting engaged but also on welcoming their first little baby” He says, proudly and raises his glass, causing the boys to follow, and you even raise your empty glass, just to join in.

“Thank you Channie.” You smile and kiss his cheek, “This truly means the world to me.” You smile at your chosen family. You knew that the men standing around you would be the perfect family to your coming baby, and you had never felt any luckier, nor more loved than you did in this very moment. Your life was perfect, and nothing could ever ruin it - you simply wouldn’t let it get ruined.

THE END

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da-mous · 11 months

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enjoying smb wonder but I have so many tiny nitpicks? they don't kill the game by any means but like

-only one run button, so you can't hold one and press the other to swing the elephant trunk and shoot fireballs and such without losing speed. I was literally drafting a devblog post praising the ability to do that in Mario Maker a few days ago dhgdhdgd. I get that X is the emote button but damn

-just pressing jump while airborne and touching a wall isn't enough to perform a wall jump. you have to push into the wall to enter the wallslide state first. I don't remember if this is the case in other Marios, or maybe Celeste has just spoiled me, but it's tripped me up a few times and seems unnecessary!

-the spin jump makes no sense cause like. no matter how long you press the button it's always the same height as a full normal jump. I guess this is because it can be motion controlled? I keep pressing ZR trying to get a low jump like in Mario Maker but I get the opposite instead. beyond that it also just generally seems to have next to no utility unless you really wanna do an entire full height jump to kill a koopa without getting the shell for some reason

-no triple jump? I mean I guess a thing similar to it is a badge now but. why. they coulda done a cute rising pitch thing with the jump sfx. maybe even a full chord on the final jump. woulda sounded so nice!

-speaking of which, the spin double jump badge is best badge easy (why even use half the badges that give extra height through other means when this one does it best), but it also misses the opportunity to do a rising pitch thing with the jump sfx. idk maybe they tried it and it sounded annoying or something. just weird for the first jump to make a musical sound and the second to do something different entirely

-the emote and item reserve buttons (X and A) do nothing if pressed while the run button is held. why??

-R and ZR both spin jump. Nice. ZL ground pounds and crouches. ok nice. L does... I think it does nothing at all? why? maybe I'm missing something?

-feels like the same few music tracks get reused a lot

-there's like one level with climbable poles, and you can jump off of them as expected, but pressing spin jump does nothing. "why would you ever want to do that?? why do you care about this cass??" because uhhhhhhhhh

-I love the concept of the vine grapple badge but it feels slow and jankass to use

-I always try to let go of dash panels or drop out from ceilings I'm drilling into by releasing the jump button, but you actually have to press jump. pressing jump to go down is really counterintuitive!!

-however, pressing jump does not drop you down when hanging from a horizontal pole (a mechanic in a level or two). to do that you have to press down... and then hold it for a short time..? why can't I drop down right away? "cass it's like one level???" ok yeah but you can't spin jump out of a hang either!!! what about that!!!

-ok lastly I don't get the point of elephant mario. being big isn't really an interesting ability and the melee attack is nothing new. the water spraying doesn't add much either because even if the stage you're in does happen to have water it's not a particularly good projectile. it's mainly only useful to water withered plant dudes. a key for a lock

......anyways hdgdhsgdgs game good I'm just surprised at how many tiny things feel off. maybe this is just what happens when the small details on a game are your whole job for several months lol

#mario #super mario bros wonder

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peppermintsparker · 2 years

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and with all the ways, i think i'll tell you forever [ e.munson ]

summary -- the five times eddie tells the reader he loves them, and the one time he actually says it warnings -- fluff, maybe a little bit of angst?, explicit language, r has a bad mental health week, talks of not eating properly authors note -- brownie points to whomever spots the riverdale references. also, the KISS record mentioned throughout this fic is indeed i was made for loving you baby. this is briefly edited and is like 5.3k words enjoy

Despite the rest of your friends having learnt about the crush you harboured towards Eddie Munson six months ago, you still hadn’t really spoken much about it. Hell, you hadn’t even confessed your feelings to your friend group so it was beyond you how they discovered it. No matter how often Robin, a friend you’re not exactly close with, but you’re close enough to talk to about girly stuff, has explained that Eddie loved you too because ‘have you seen the way he actually looks at you?’, you’re still on the fence about it.

So, one way or another, you’re determined to get the truth out of him. Only, it’s not going to be as easy as you initially believed.

Absentmindedly tapping a rhythm on the Family Video counter, you counted the hours until your shift was over. Robin had practically begged you to take her closing shift, waffling on about a movie night Vickie had sequestered her for, and you were beginning to regret saying yes. Steve had left half an hour ago, citing that he was already staying behind an extra hour, so now it was just you. It’s not as if anyone else could come and hang out either, it was a Hellfire night so Eddie was too busy.

There’s a record player tucked away behind the counter, records haphazardly stuffed into the cupboard too, so it’ll have to be enough entertainment until your shift is over. There’s a KISS one in there you’ve listened to a thousand times, a bunch of them once or twice, but you know what you’re in the mood for tonight.

Eddie walks through the door as the record starts playing for the third time, and there's a gleeful look on his face so you know the end of the campaign has gone well. Dungeons and Dragons is never a big topic of conversation, not that he ever minds. You’ve played it before, but not often, so your comprehension of it isn’t the best. “You’re looking at an amazing genius of a Dungeon Master.” Eddie gloats, a flair for dramatics that you love so dearly.

You beam beatifically at him, moving from behind the counter to hug him quickly. “This mean you can hang out with me until my shift ends before driving me home?” You ask, already knowing the answer. Eddie’s confused at the lack of Steve and Robin, he knows you don’t often work a shift without one or both of them. “Covering Robin’s shift because Vickie sequestered her for a movie night. Steve couldn’t stay, ‘cause he already stayed over an hour past the end of his shift. Just little ol’ me on the close.”

“Hence the KISS?” Eddie questions, and you nod in confirmation. KISS isn’t the heaviest thing you’ve listened to, you’ve acquired Eddie’s particular music taste over the years the two of you had been friends, but you both know neither Steve or Robin is particularly keen. Eddie doesn’t even realise the questions you’ve asked, until the two of you have moved behind the counter and you’ve jumped up on it to stare at him expectantly. “You never have to ask for me to hang out with you, or drive you home.”

You know this, you truly do, though it always feels nice to hear him confirm this. You’re pretty sure Eddie would go to the ends of the Earth if you’d asked him too, but Eddie knows he would bring you the Universe twice over for even just a tiny hint of a smile. You don’t say anything in response, just hum along to the record playing and ignoring the way Eddie tears open a pack of Red Vines. “I hope you’re going to pay for them.” You deadpan, trying to be serious with him. It’s only Family Video, so you don’t entirely care if they’re losing profit on some ridiculously cheap candy, but Eddie’s easy to mess with sometimes.

Eddie looks mildly panicked, balancing a Red Vine in between his lips, much like he does with a blunt, before digging through his pockets in a desperate attempt to come up with some loose change to cover the price of them. It’s never his intention to get you into trouble at work, and he’s beginning to feel guilty that he just took them. “Shit, let me run out to the van real quick, I might have some gas money in there.”

Feelings of guilt begin to stab at your heart. You know how much the Munson’s struggle for money, Wayne’s pitiful wage coming from working nights is barely enough to pay the bills and keep enough food in the trailer to feed the two of them. “I was kidding!” You exclaim, voice so loud you’re practically yelling. “It’s just 75 cents, I really don’t care that much and I hardly think they’ll know they’re gone.”

Eddie’s expression turns unreadable, and if you hadn’t known him for ten or so years, you’d assume he was angry. But he’s not angry, he never is. You’ve always been too kind, flounced through life with a pocketful of sunshine you practically sprinkle onto everybody you meet. And it’s impossible for him to feel anything but adoration when it comes to you. But, “that was cruel. It's so cruel to toy with me like that.”

Your smile is euphoric, and Eddie knows that he’s in trouble. “You’d really sacrifice your gas money just so I wouldn’t get in trouble with the boss?” Your voice goes all quiet when you ask, and Eddie’s sure that if he hadn’t been standing so close to you, he wouldn’t have heard you ask at all. And he thinks it breaks his heart just a little bit, to know you question how much you’re worth to him.

“Every time we only have one slice of pizza left, and we decide to cut it in half, I always make sure I cut it unevenly and give you the bigger slice.” Eddie confesses, and a warmth spreads itself from the tips of your fingers inwards. “I would give it all up for you in a heartbeat, Y/n. You’re my best friend, my girl. And money isn’t half as important to me as you are.”

And even though it feels like the world has come to a standstill, the music continues playing and the world goes on. But still, you wonder if Eddie means for you to take it as it was: a confession of love.

Various flashcards and textbooks surrounded you as you sat cross legged on your bedroom floor. It was the midst of finals season, and you were beginning to feel the crushing pressure of wanting to do well. It wasn’t as though you were a straight A student with a 4.0 GPA and Valedictorian status at graduation at stake, owing to your tendency to sail through school with an apparent devil-may-care attitude (how you scraped by with C’s was beyond you, truly) but rather it was a case of you wanting to exceed peoples expectations of you.

The KISS record you had playing made it practically impossible for you to hear any outside sounds, which worked perfectly when your brother had his irritating jock friends over. It’s not as though they’d bother you any time soon, Jason Carver was just too popular to ignore and they knew it. Their world consisted of parties and basketball, whilst yours consisted of the arcade and studying and music. You didn’t fit into their world, they didn’t fit into yours and it was better for everyone.

Suddenly overwhelmed with the feeling you were being watched, you drew your attention away from the textbook to look out the window, only to see Eddie staring back at you with a smile on his face. The grin on yours is nearly identical, and you don’t even bother with being mindful of your school stuff as you jump up to let him through. He waits for you to unlatch the window before sliding it open with a, “hey there, Juliet. Nurse off duty?”

Standing aside to let Eddie climb through, you can’t help but feel enamoured at his actions. You had told him that morning that you were going to be studying all day, so you might not be able to find enough time to hang out with him, so you really weren’t expecting to find him climbing through your window at 6pm. “What are you doing here, Eds?” You find yourself questioning his actions, ignoring his invitation of a hug in favour of finding out his intentions.

“I missed you, that’s all.” Eddie shrugs, pretending he doesn’t find the question ridiculous. He knows he’ll never tell you, but every second the two of you are apart he misses you. You’re his best friend, only he knows he loves you more than a best friend probably should. Eddie Munson loves you so much it physically pains him to know you might not love him the same.

When he offers up a hug, you don’t decline this time. In fact, it takes everything in you to not confess your love this second. If your entire friendship, plus the complete humiliation of having to face your annoying brother afterwards, wasn’t at stake, you’d confess in a heartbeat. Instead, you let yourself be squeezed in an infamous Eddie Munson hug, the type he reserves just for you, and offer up an, “I missed you too. Silly boy.”

The hug doesn’t last as long as you wish it would, and Eddie’s all too quick to let you go back to your studying whilst he lays on his stomach next to you, not completely understanding what you’re studying but he asks questions anyway, insistent on helping you to study. And though he’s missed it before, Eddie’s eyes widen at the lack of snacking evident.

“Have you eaten yet today?”

A beat of silence before,

“Alright. Come on then, sunshine.” Eddie stands up before helping you up, abandoning your textbooks in favour of turning the record off before all but dragging you down the stairs and out of the house. “Taking you to Benny’s and treating you. Can’t let my best girl starve.”

And oh, you think to yourself, if you weren’t sure before, you most certainly are now. He’s your best friend, only you love him more than a best friend probably should. You love Eddie Munson so much it physically pains you to know he might not love you the same.

Although, you think he might do.

“Stupid idiot with his stupid basketball practice.” You grumble to yourself as you trudge down the pathway leading away from school. A gust of wind blows through you, and you tug your lilac cardigan closer to yourself in defence. It’s not as if it will help matters at all, because not even thirty seconds later the sky opens up and it pours with rain. “Stupid fucking idiot and his stupid basketball practices leaving me to walk home alone.”

Jason Carver is an absolute fool, you think to yourself, growing more frustrated with the situation at hand. You’re almost positive that he had told your parents that morning there was no scheduled practice today which meant that he’d be able to drive the two of you home. Realistically, it wasn’t his fault if the basketball practice had been unexpectedly thrust onto the team; it was safer, however, to presume that Jason was just being an asshole about having to drive you home.

A car speeds past you awfully fast, splashing dirty puddle water all over your outfit and it’s just bad enough to make you cry. And you feel silly for it, you truly do, but now you’re stuck walking home in a soaking wet outfit with the rain only making it ten times worse. It had truly been a terrible day: you’d forgotten your lunch money at home, you’d failed a pop quiz and now you were about to get sick.

Bending down to tie your shoelace up, you don’t notice the van pull up beside you, only notice the sudden lack of downpour. “Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie’s voice is soft and you wonder if he knows how much of a bad day you’re being subjected to. The shoelaces are forgotten about as you straighten yourself up to hug the boy in front of you, incredibly grateful to see your best friend. “Come on, jump in the van. I’ll drive you back to the trailer with me, get you changed out of these sopping wet clothes and into a hot shower. Think I’ve got some pyjamas you can wear too. Sounds good?”

You mumble out a tearful yes as you follow him into the van, and it breaks Eddie’s heart to hear you so downtrodden. The van ride to the trailer is silent, save for Eddie’s humming of a song all too familiar to you. It’s a KISS record you play practically all the time, and you wonder if it’s become yours and Eddie’s song at this point. It’s still raining when the two of you pull up outside the trailer, and Eddie jumps out of the van before you climb out. He’s insistent on sheltering you underneath his jacket, not even caring about the rain himself.

Having visited the trailer enough times where it’s become your second home, you feel comfortable enough helping Eddie dig out some clean and dry pyjamas for yourself before taking them into the bathroom to shower. The hot water is relaxing, and you’d spend all day in the shower if it weren’t for the expensive water bill and the worry of using up the precious hot water. Dressed in a slightly too big spare Hellfire club t-shirt and a pair of navy blue pyjama pants, you head into the living area.

“Feel better?” Eddie asks from where he’s sprawled across the couch, notebook and pen next to him whilst he strums an unfamiliar tune. He’s songwriting, you realise, and you feel warmth spreading through your bones at getting to be with him during something so intimate. When you don’t answer, Eddie speaks again, “mac and cheese will be ready soon if you’re hungry. Dunno when the rain will stop, but you’re more than welcome to spend the night.”

“Thanks,” you smile, ignoring the butterflies. Eddie’s kindness is of no surprise to you, not really, he’s been kind ever since the two of you first became friends. When he discovered Jason Carver was your idiotic brother, you worried he’d stop being friends with you. Jason had made a name for himself, and it was frighteningly obvious that he absolutely detested Eddie Munson. But the friendship only strengthened, and you supposed that was the end of the popularity Jason had promised if you quit hanging around with the so-called freak of Hawkins. “You didn’t have to stop for me though, I would've been just fine walking home alone.”

“It’s raining outside, sweetheart.” Eddie says it as though he has to remind you, and you both know he doesn’t. Because you’re all too aware of the rain pouring down outside. And, he doesn’t want to ask, not really, but there’s a niggling feeling inside of you screaming that he’s going to ask. Because, it’s Eddie Munson, and when he’s worried he’ll go to the ends of the Earth to find out what he can do to help. “Why were you walking home? I thought your brother was driving you, and said that you didn’t need to wait around for me today.”

“Jason’s at practice,” you explain with a shrug. Eddie doesn’t say anything, just puts his guitar down and moves off the couch to stir the mac and cheese on the cooker. At least, you assumed Jason was at basketball practice. Ever since the two of you were children, he had an awful tendency to spin a web of lies; one so tightly woven together it was impossible to unravel. “Least, that’s the excuse he’ll use with mom and dad. But I don’t care if he’s lying, ‘cause I get to spend more time with you.”

There’s a lull in conversation as Eddie dishes up the pasta dish and the two of you take your seat at opposite sides of the table. You stretch your leg until it’s entwined with Eddie’s and you’re both playing a game of footsie as you eat. And it’s nice, you think to yourself, to be sharing such a tender moment of domesticity with the person you love the most.

You just wish that you could freeze this moment and live in it forever.

You don’t know why you’re not feeling so good at this current moment in time, but you’re definitely not having a good time. Whatever it is, it’s left you bedridden and you’ve skipped school for the past week and a half. There’s an annoyance you can hear in your mom’s voice when she comes to check up on you in the mornings, but you’re not sure you care much about it. Caring about things seems too hard, at least that’s what you think anyway.

Jason obviously doesn’t care, he’s practically avoided you like you’ve got the plague. The thought of that makes you laugh bitterly, maybe you have got the plague and you’ll die a gruesome death. But that can’t be right, you’re not displaying any physical symptoms of the plague. Headache and stomach ache aside, physically you’re perfectly healthy.

“Hey, sunshine,” Eddie’s voice is a soft whisper as he tiptoes through your doorway. He’s taken his shoes and jackets off by the front door, and it’s strange to see him without his armour. Then again, it’s strange to see him come in through the door; normally he sneaks through your window late at night. “Your mom let me in, said you’re not feeling too good. You’ve missed a lot of school, figured I should bring you the stuff you’ve missed so you can catch up when you’re feeling up to it. Teachers have said no pressure, but I know how important school is to you.”

You don’t have to say thank you to Eddie, you know he’d do anything for you if you just said the word. And, it makes you feel guilty when you think about all the times he’s spontaneously cancelled Hellfire club meetings just because you’ve needed him. Eddie knows you struggle with shyness, or the expectations people have for you. And, you’ve got friends. You hang out with Steve and Robin from time to time; but Eddie knows that he’s probably the only person you would actually consider a best friend.

Tears which had been previously clinging to your lash line dribble down your cheeks, and you can’t help but feel silly for crying.”I’m sorry,” you sniffle, scrubbing the tears away as though they’re supposed to be a secret. It’s not as though Eddie hasn’t seen you cry before; he’s seen you cry lots of times, from sad movies to cute animal movies that have a happy ending. He’s pretty sure you sobbed at Top Gun, no matter how much you deny it. “You’re just so lovely, and I really don’t feel well.”

You’re overwhelmed, Eddie decides, and thinks it’s best if the school work is placed on the back burner for now. He knows you’ll start it when you feel ready to, even if it takes all weekend. There’s a pair of his pyjama pants on top of your dresser, left there from the last sleepover, and Eddie’s quick to snatch them up and slip into your bathroom to change into them. He leaves his rings and chain on the counter, they’re safe there, before stepping back into the bedroom with the intent of cuddling you.

You’re quiet as he climbs into the bed, but you know that you don’t have to say anything to Eddie. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hmm?” His voice is reduced to a soft whisper, hiding the two of you under the covers. Eddie wants nothing more to protect you from the world completely, but you’re brave and he knows you can do anything. Sometimes he worries though, wondering if you believe you’re as safe with him as he hopes you believe, “you can talk to me. You know this, Y/n. Nothing you say will leave these blankets if you don’t want it to.”

You force him into a pinky promise before you spill everything, from the little things like the old lady you’d seen eating alone at Benny’s and how you’re afraid that’ll be you in sixty years time, all the way to more hard hitting stuff like wondering if you’re as good enough as people will have you believe. “Nobody has ever been deliberately unkind,” you reassure him, even if you’re not sure you believe it. “But everyone expects me to be so much more because of Jason and I feel like I’m just being buried alive under the weight of it all. And, I feel so silly for being so hurt because people aren’t meaning to hurt me, you know?”

Eddie has no idea that you’ve been feeling this way, and it hurts to know you’ve been feeling this way alone. “Just because nobody has ever been deliberately unkind,” he starts, trying to choose his words carefully so as to not cause you any more upset. “It doesn’t mean that you don’t get the right to feel hurt. No matter what people expect of you, just know that you are enough exactly the way you are. You’re my best friend, my favourite girl, and you’ve stood by my side when it mattered the most so you best believe I’m gonna do the same for you, sweetheart. And when the time comes, we’re gonna run from this town together.”

“Just me and you?”

Eddie smiles, the soft boyish grin he reserves just for you. The same smile that resulted in you spilling your Slurpee down your front when you had first met him, “me and you forever, sweetheart.”

Birthdays in the Carver household typically go one of two ways: a big celebration, or a small gathering. Whilst Jason preferred the big celebration, something that was so typically and annoyingly him, you preferred to have a smaller celebration. It’s a preference that stemmed from your eighth birthday party, nobody had turned up and you’d cried for hours. You’d told Eddie this on your sixteenth birthday, and he vowed to never let you celebrate a birthday alone.

Whilst Jason had a big party for his eighteenth birthday, you insisted on a much smaller party. Alcohol had been scarce, only a few beers that Eddie had persuaded his Uncle Wayne to buy, but it didn’t matter to you. You would have all your friends there, and that’s what mattered most to you. You weren’t like Jason, didn’t need to rely on drinking to be able to tolerate the friends you’d made throughout school.

“Happy birthday!” Steve cheered as he walked through your bedroom door, shoes and jacket abandoned by the front door as per your mom’s instructions. Robin follows, echoing a similar sentiment with a gift bag in one hand and holding an unfamiliar girl's hand. Steve must sense the confusion, and already knows who she is, “this is Vickie, Robin’s not girlfriend-girlfriend.”

You nod, although you can’t help but feel envy that Steve got to meet the infamous Vickie before you had. Though, you’re not sure you can blame them entirely because if you’re not working, you’re normally stuck like glue to Eddie’s side. Still, you plaster on a saccharine sweet smile and greet the girl anyway, wanting to make a good first impression on someone important to one of your friends.

Eddie, though not able to see your face, can tell you’re tense about something so he cracks open some beers, lounging across the bed with a loose smile. You can’t help but wish you hadn’t invited Steve or Robin to the party, much less offering up a plus one. It’s not as though you hate being around people, because Steve and Robin have quickly become your close friends even if you don’t know them as well as you know Eddie, but you’d much rather your birthday just be a you and Eddie type of deal.

You think they can sense your overall discomfort, so they stay for two hours; just long enough to eat plenty of snacks and watch a movie you’d already picked out. They leave on your promise to call them to thank them once you’ve opened their gifts, and then it’s just you and Eddie once again. And it’s nice, you think, to spend your birthday with Eddie Munson. The boy who’s been a part of you for longer than you can remember.

Eddie’s shy as he hands you his gift, it’s sloppily wrapped in yesterday’s newspaper, with your name hastily scribbled on top but it’s perfect, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. “I had to beg Benny to give me yesterday’s paper. I didn’t have any actual wrapping paper,” he explains, anxiously rubbing at his nape. You’re careful as you open it, a cassette falling out of the wrapping. “I’ve been curating the tracklist for a while now, just a bunch of songs that remind me of you.”

You’re quiet as you load it into your Walkman, music blaring through your headphones and when the first song plays, Eddie wishes he had a camera so that he could capture the smile that splits your face in two. It’s the KISS song that you play 24/7, and it warms your heart to know that Eddie thinks of you whenever you hear it. “Lay down with me.” You beg Eddie, taking off the headphones, and he does. It’s awkward sharing the headphones, but you make it work.

You’ve spent birthdays in lots of ways over the years, but none of them will come quite as close to perfection as this moment.

It’s been a week since you last saw Eddie, and you can’t blame him. He’s been busy with his job at the Hideout and you’ve been waitressing for Benny from time to time to get some extra cash in between shifts at Family Video. Graduation was last month, and whilst you’ve been trying to spend every waking moment together, you know you both need to earn some cash if you want to run away together.

You just didn’t bank on how hard it would be to miss Eddie so much. Though, maybe you think you miss him so much because you love him so much it hurts sometimes.

Saturday rolls around quickly though, and you’re dressed in your prettiest summer dress as you walk up to the trailer. “Hey you,” Eddie grins lazily from his spot on the porch, his guitar in one hand and a cigarette in between his lips. It’s not as though Wayne cares about Eddie smoking inside or not, doesn’t care about if he plays guitar inside or not, but it’s a hot day today and you wonder if it’s cooler outside than it is in the trailer. “Wouldn’t go in there if I were you, sweetness, it’s hot as balls in there.”

Shrugging, you perch on the floor in front of him, resting a cheek on his knee, content to just exist in this moment forever. “Missed you this past week,” you confess, voice just above a quiet whisper and if it weren’t for the fact Eddie had stopped playing guitar, you know he wouldn’t have heard. “Mom kept asking if we’ve fallen out. I just said we’ve been busy working.”

Eddie hums, stubbing out his finished cigarette in the ashtray beside him before carding calloused fingers through your hair. It’s a nice type of domesticity that you want to exist in forever, just freeze time and never unpause it. “Missed you too,” Eddie’s voice is an equal whisper, as though he’s too afraid of disturbing the stillness. “I always miss you when you’re not around.”

You think you should tell him, so you do. “I love you.” A whisper against his knee, quiet, matching the tenderness of the moment. And, you know you’ll regret it, but you know life is too short for regrets so you feel compelled to look up at him this time, “I love you, Eddie Munson. I love you so much that it hurts sometimes. Because, I look at you, and you’re a boy I don’t think will ever be mine.”

Eddie’s left lost for words. In all the time he’s loved you silently, he never imagined that you’d love him back just as much. And, he wants to say it back but he knows that he can’t. You were born and raised in a silver spoon community, a world where you simply had to ask for something and you’d get it without worrying about the financial aspect. Eddie knows that’s not a life he can offer you, “I can’t, baby. We can’t.”

You think your heart has shattered into a thousand tiny pieces at his words, and you’re close to begging for him to take them back. And you want to run as far as you possibly can, but you think you’ve been glued to the porch and Eddie’s gentle hands still carding through your hair are practically trapping you there. “Don’t say that,” you beg instead, willing him to take his words back. “Please don’t.”

Tears are leaving shiny tracks on your cheeks, and Eddie can feel himself melting until he has no choice but to explain. “I can’t love you baby, but I do. I love you so much,” you both ignore the tears spilling out of Eddie’s brown eyes as he talks. It feels like the kinder thing to do at this moment. “I’m from the wrong side of the tracks, sweet girl. You’re from a world where money was never a struggle. And the life you were born into isn’t a life I won’t ever be able to give you. I love you baby, so much. Please believe me. But the kindest thing for you is for me to let you go. Let you find someone who can give you the type of love and life I can’t give you.”

You move so quickly that Eddie worries that he’s taken some of your hair out, but when his fingers prove empty and hair free, he worries a little bit less. But you’re angry, and heartbroken, “I have never wanted that life!” You know you can’t yell, lest you cause a scene and embarrass the two of you. “I don’t care about money. I don’t care about living a life of rich luxuries. I just want you Eddie, a life with you is the only life I want. Even if that means living in trailers and eating Kraft mac n cheese and television dinners instead of fancy meals at expensive restaurants.”

You’re sobbing now, knees digging into the rough wood of the porch as you cry so hard Eddie’s worried you’ll cry yourself sick. But as quick as it starts, it stops as though you’ve wondered where you are. “I’ve spent so long trying to be everything my brother isn’t in the hopes that you’ll love me the same way I love you. Because I don’t want to spend my life loving someone who won’t ever be mine. Please Eddie. Please just-”

Eddie cuts you off, pressing his hands to your cheeks without a single worry in the world for how damp and sticky they may be. “I don’t want to spend my life loving someone who won’t ever be mine either,” his voice is a quiet whisper, and his words a balm to your heartbreak. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

The two of you pack up the van with your belongings at the end of summer, moving two states over. And even though Eddie can’t give you a life of luxuries, he can give you a life where he’s yours and you’re his.

And when you elope two months later, with the same KISS record playing in the background, you know that this is a life you want forever.

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jakkon-and-rose-topic · 6 months

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Cw: Mentions of PTSD, Forced Cannibalism, And Alchohol Usage, Light Swearing

(Context: Satyrs in this universe are more healthy eating raw food Like Normal Goats)

-Dated 10 days after Jak escaped The Forced-Cannibalism Serial Killer, in this scene, he woke up about 6 hours ago,

Jakkon sighed as he leaned back against the wall, running a hand down the bandages covering his chest. Ten days, three hours, what did it matter? There was nothing he could do now anyway. Ripped almost in half by a knife and sentenced to two more days in this damn room. But he had no reason to leave. No one to leave for. Rose didn’t need him, and he didn’t want to speak to anyone else who was still alive.

“Hello.” A voice behind him made him flinch. “I brought you something to eat. I’ll just leave it here. I wish you well.” The Little Ferrakin girl gave him a half smile as her ear twitched and she scurried out of the room.

Jakkon stopped and glanced back at the tray. But as soon as he saw the food she’d brought him. He froze. A few small items and a piece of meat. Red. Raw. Bloody. He wanted to close his eyes as the suffocating memory of skin, muscle, bone, and wings. He scrambled backward, his hands faltering as they moved on their own and grasped at his throat. His nails dug into his skin as he gasped for air, Eveny’s screams and cold, dead eyes flashing into his mind. The Waxy smile on her cold lips reminding him of her voice and all of the I love you’s he never got to say.

The Satyr pressed his back against the walls, his quick, desperate breaths revealing the rasp in his voice that had taken his music and reminding him of the black shape consumed in flames. He flashed back to reality, his hands over his head and his damaged throat burning as it never had before. Tears streamed down his tired face and blood from his neck as he vaulted to his feet and ran. He had nowhere to go. Nowhere left to run.

But despite everything, as his heart pounded too fast in his chest and he began to feel sick in just about every sense of the word, he knew where he was going. Away from here. Away from everything. Rose’s disappointment, Finn’s scrutiny, and himself. Pain tightened burning needle claws around his wound as he left the confines in the city and found his way to the familiar path.

His hooves found dirt, and his skin found rushing air as he ran. The only thing left to do was to make an escape from his mind. Soon enough, the mossy roof shingles came into view over the tops of the twisting grape vines as he dug his hooves into the ground and lunged through the door.

Panic burned in his smoke-damaged lungs as he slammed the door shut behind him, panting as he slumped back against the wood. Desperate to be rid of the pain and terror, Jakkon began to wrack his brain for a solution as he scrambled to find something, anything, to dull the edge of the agony digging its wary claws into his heart and lungs, crushing them with every moment as he found he could hardly breathe.

He wavered on his feet, wrapping his arms around himself as the wound flared and dizziness from lack of air made him catch the counter to stand. “Fuck…” His voice trembled as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly. The Satyr tried for a gasp, but it wouldn't reach his damaged lungs as screams echoed in his head and fire flashed in his eyes, the horrible feeling of scratchy burned flesh in his throat motivating his lunge forward. He scrambled for a solution, his breaths quick and shallow. He threw open every cupboard, every drawer, his teeth grinding together in desperation as his hands began to tremble. Then, with a jarring scrape of glass, he grabbed something. His shaky fingers clamped onto a smooth, rounded shape and he pulled it up, his mind and heart racing.

Wine. Eveny's family legacy. It was strong. Meant for heartier species than his. It would break his body down. This wasn't a good idea. But he didn't care anymore. He wanted to forget. He needed to forget. He deserved to forget. He deserved to hurt.

He stared at the bottle for a moment longer before the pain and the screams drowned out his thoughts again. Jakkon grabbed the cork with his teeth and ripped it out, raising the bottle to his lips. It burned his smoke-damaged throat as he forced it down. It hurt. Just like he wanted. It burned. It burned just like the fire that had taken the love of his life from his hands. Like the fire that had taken everything he had. Then like the tear in his flesh that he remembered so vividly. Like the ropes that cut his skin.

But he enjoyed it. In a sick, twisted way, he relished the numbness that came from it. So he accepted it. He embraced it wholeheartedly, let go, and lost himself to it. He knew he would regret it someday, that it would hurt, and feel so much worse than it would if he just left it alone. But he didn't care. It would work. And as long as he didn't have to feel anything, he wouldn't let go.

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here-have-some-stories · 2 months

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Paper Love Part 2

Part 1

Florence slowly began to gain consciousness. It was black, pitch black for a while. She tried to open her eyes but they were stuck. She didn’t know where she was, but she felt herself being lifted into the air. As soon as she got moved, she stumbled backwards. The fact that she could still move around a little herself gave her comfort. Even though she still couldn’t open her eyes, Florence began to walk around, trying to figure out her surroundings. She held her hands out in front of her to try and feel out anything. She had only moved a couple paces when she touched something soft and squishy. Florence jumped back and banged into something behind her. It felt like a table. At the same time Florence jumped back, she heard a little yelp from something in front of her.

The thing lifting her up in the air stopped moving after one final abrupt movement. Florence stumbled forward again with the final movement and fell to her knees. Slowly, she stood up and tried to open her eyes again, this time finding that she could.

Once her eyes adjusted she took in her surroundings again, this time doing a better job. She was in an area that looked like the inside of a hollowed out tree. There were vines and mushrooms growing out of the walls. Lights were hanging from the ceiling, with ornamented dragonflies hanging from the ceiling next to them. There was a little kitchen area that had an odd mixture of fantasy styled nature and what seemed to be steampunk. Looking around the rest of the room she noticed that mostly everything was nature and steampunk themed. It was an oddly beautiful mix.

Florence’s gaze continued to roam around the room but stopped as her eyes landed on the most beautiful thing in this new strange area.

Sadie was standing on the other side of the room, making eye contact with Florence. Her lips were parted slightly and a blush had spread across her face as she started longingly and the gorgeous fairy.

Florence had never even heard Sadie’s voice before, she had never had the chance to hear it. Florence didn’t know much about the elf, but she didn’t care. For ages she had admired Sadie, longed for the day where she could hear her speak, and now here she was, only a few feet away.

Florence didn’t waste any time. Using her wings to proper her forward, she ran straight towards Sadie, her arms outstretched. Sadie didn’t startle back, but instead forward, her arms out in front of her as she grabbed Florence and pulled her close to her chest.

Florence sank into Sadie’s warmth and felt her body go weak as it relaxed from the pure joy of the moment. She might have fallen straight to her knees if Sadie’s strong arms hadn’t been holding her tight.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this,” Sadie said quietly into Florence’s hair. Florence almost melted as she heard Sadie speak for the first time. Her voice was soft and sweet, something that the fairy could listen to on repeat all day. Hearing it made Florence feel that they had known each other for years, that they were just as close as two magnets. And in their own way, they were.

“Me too,” Florence replied, gripping Sadie a little harder.

They held each other for a couple minutes more, before Saide gripped Florence by the shoulders and pulled her back to get a better look at her face. Florence found herself falling in love with the small, sweet, genuine smile Sadie had on her face.

A quiet tune from guitar strings started to be heard. It was the same sweet melody that had been playing while Florence was relaxing on her mushroom. Sadie pulled Florence back into her arms and started swaying gently with the fairy to the music. Florence rested her head on Saide’s chest and closed her eyes, content with what was happening and loving every moment.

I hope you enjoyed it. If you have and feedback, suggestions, comments or questions please feel free to ask them and send them to me. I am actually desperate for them at this point ngl. If you have any recomedations or requests for stories you would want written don't be afraid to send an ask. -Kenickie

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shi-daisy · 1 year

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Unlikely Alliance

So I was only planing to make stuff for Day 1 and Day 7 of Eris Week but this idea popped into my head and my dear friend @praetorqueenreyna once told me she liked this ship, so I figured why not? This one for you girlie! We get the heir of Autumn with my precious Spring baby because honselt they both deserved better. Hope you all enjoy!

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Eris Week 2023- Day 3: Secrets

Unlikely Alliance

The manor was nothing but a collection of vines, broken glass, rubble and wilted flowers. Eris hadn't cared much for the state of things, thinking Tamlin would eventually bounce back from this. He'd been wrong, for the High Lord was lying on the floor in beast form when Eris found him.

He didn't rise when the Autumn prince found him, rather he gazed at him with dulled emerald eyes. "Here to cut off my head?"

"No, Tamlin."

"Pity. I thought Rhysand sent you to finish me off."

"Rhysand's not one to let others do what he himself wishes to accomplish. Besides I have more reasons to keep you around than as a throphy."

"Pray tell, this should be interesting."

He noticed the blonde was slimmer than the last time he saw him when he had a meeting here with the inner circle. 'We shouldn't have frightened him like that.' He regretted.

"I have an alliance proposal. You and I joined as High Lords of the combined Spring and Autumn. "

Tamlin looked at him as if he'd grown another head."...Did you by any chance find Ciaran's secret weed stash, because if so let me know. He wanted me to burn it after he died."

"No Tamlin, I'm not high on your brother's weed. I've given this a lot of thought actually. It would be beneficial for us both.

You know that while Tarquin and his people haven't given any thought to take this land from you, my father is very adamant in getting Spring by force. I'm trying to save you from the edge of his sword."

"Let him. I have nothing left to live for."

"What about Lucien? Do you think he wants to see you dead?! Or Feyre, she'd be heartbroken to hear you passed!"

Tamlin let out a venomous sarcastic laugh that made him wince. "Feyre is the one that plunged this court to ruin for Hybern to destroy! She does not care of my demise! Oh, and your dear baby brother comes every so often to see me, and we talk. Last thing I've heard, he's happily coupled with the human queen and general. I know that in time his visits will cease. I have no one left!"

So he was right. Tamlin still loved those two even if they'd left him behind. He could understand, as there was a lady that refused him and he still sometimes pined for, even if she'd soon be wedded in the Court that he was trying to topple.

"Yet I'm still here. I am offering you a chance to rebuild, to forget, to maybe even reconnect with those you miss."

"Why?! Eris you and I were never close. For years I was only your younger brother's lov- friend!"

"Aye, and I thought that was the only connection we'd share. But as time goes on and everything we knew keeps crashing down, I've kept on thinking that perhaps we should reevaluate our bonds. And yours ws the first to come to mind.

I know how much you loved this court Tamlin. You gave your all for it even if what you truly wanted was to play music and travel. Let me help you heal it, as we bring our enemies down."

"Our enemies? Aren't you Rhysand's ally?"

"That is all talk." He showed Tamlin a Sapphire pendant that glowed in the light. "My true allies are the ones rebelling against Rhysand's rule. His court is preparing to bring him down. I'm just one of their many spies."

Tamlin looked surprised yet impressed. "If we marry, you know well...where my heart lies."

"You know where mine lies too."

Tamlin nodded. He knew that like him, Eris had fallen for one of the Acheron sisters and lost her to an Illiryan.

"Maybe in time that can be healed too. But for now all I want is for the court to be healed, with or without me. I'll accept your proposal."

Eris smiled. He took out the ring he'd brought to make things official. The bronze and ruby piece had been crafted to magically fit the wearer.

Tamlin smiled slightly, he seemed to like it.

"Now, Tamlin Vanserra, will you allow me to get you home?"

"You're still as cheeky as always, but yes."

***

As expected Beron had everything prepared in a mere afternoon, and surprisingly he had followed the instructions Eris suggested. Having all the dishes, flowers and decorations for the banquet be tailored to Tamlin's tastes.

The blonde was being gushed over by Imogen, who made sure he ate enough, and kept him from being overwhelmed.

Thankfully official speeches and matters of the sort were brief, and they could spend the rest of time dancing and enjoying the party. Surprisingly, Tamlin's mood did improve during those few hours.

Once the party ended he was about to pick up his drunken younger siblings, when Nemesis stopped him.

"I'll take care of the hungover babies. Go and rest with your fiance."

"Feeling extra nice or are you not sober?

"Fool, I have enough hallucinations as it is, I'm not making it worse with alcohol. Now scram."

He wouldn't argue with that. Tamlin was still withdrawn despite his better mood, Eris didn't blame him, being back here in Autumn might've brought back memories. So he took the chance to try and cheer up the High Lord of Spring.

Their new room was not as extravagant as the party, but it had a mix of dark greens and reds that was pleasing to the eyes. He'd made sure to furnish it with a writing desk and new instruments for Tamlin. The gesture didn't go unnoticed.

"You remembered my violin and fiddle. Even got a guitar as well."

"Having you play during the Spring Court events was always a highlight. Those who came from Spring said they missed it and I have to agree."

Tamlin chuckled. "You keep secrets well, Eris. This plan and the fact that there's so much about me that you knew and did not show, makes me wonder how many things you have up your sleeve."

He pulled Tamlin close by the waist, relishing in his flustered expression. "You'll come to see it all soon enough, dear future husband. This may all be a part of my plan, but I do intended to get close to you for real Tamlin. Let you see what's under the mask, if you wish to. Just trust that I am not keeping any dangerous secrets from you."

Tamlin's gaze was hopeful, it took little to earn his trust nowadays, even if hardship should've had the opposite effect. "I'll trust you, if you agree to let me keep some small secrets of my own."

"Absolutely."

He pulled out a small Hyacinth flower from his pocket, handing it to Tamlin. The bloom was blue and glowing. Eris had studied flower language before picking the flower.

"A show of caring? You're being very sweet tonight." Tamlin told him.

"Have to spoil my husband to be."

"I'll be sure to return the favor soon."

It didn't take long for them to grow tired, having danced to nearly all of the songs without pause. Eris didn't think he'd feel guilty holding Tamlin's sleeping form. He was no longer the muscular imposing man he'd met years ago. Rather he felt very thin and fragile.

'How did we all leave him to waste away alone?' He pondered. Shaking the thought away he made sure the thick fluffy blankets covered them both well, before snuffing out the candles in the room with a snap of his fingers.

Tamlin was right, he had many secrets. His plans to topple Rhysand, to take down Beron, and to help properly heal Spring were some of his most ambitious and well kept secrets. But there was one he wouldn't voice to anyone, at least not until he was certain he could reveal it without consequences.

He'd kept a torch for young High Lord for centuries, and now that he had him, Eris wouldn't be letting him go anytime soon.

#eris week 2023 #eris vanserra #tamlin #tamris #implied tamcien #implied feylin #implied neris #beron vanserra #imogen vanserra #day 3: secrets

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grandtheftgoose · 4 months

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Sixteenth Day Event Prompt:

Skeppy & Quackity - Wool

The sky is blood red tonight.

It reminds him of the egg, the different hues and tones. There was no breeze with the egg though. Everything was still with the egg, a kind of atmosphere that suffocates. That traps you in and chokes you, steals everything from you, eats you alive. If he closes his eyes he is back in the egg.

Slowly dying, smothered by vines.

If he closes his eyes, he can remember the hopelessness he floated in until it turned into apathy.

However, his eyes are open. He is standing at the tower in Las Nevadas, the desert does not smother but carries a breeze throughout. There is no feeling of despair and there is no apathy, he does not yearn for Bad. They haven’t spoken in three weeks and he is fine.

He keeps his eyes open and looks ahead at the not crimson red sky. It’s more of a cherry red sky. Maybe flecks of cardinal or cerise. Not blood red and definitely not crimson. The air is clear and not suffocating and there is no smell of lava or fire or smoke.

Las Nevadas is peaceful, he decides. He can hear the music from the casino below and the chiming of the slot machines. There are footsteps behind him, someone walking up the stairs. They’re not Bad's footsteps nor are they Ants so he’s fresh out of ideas. He’s fresh out of friends on this server too, the egg possessed them all and then they were blown up.

Skeppy turns around as the footsteps come to a stop, it’s Quackity. The guy who blew up his ex-husband (?) but also was one of his best friends. One of his only friends that wasn't controlled by a sentient egg.

“Hey man, didn’t wanna scare you there” he drawls, “it’s a beautiful view isn’t it?”

“Yeah, love all the lights and scenery” he responds, “beautiful sky tonight.”

The sky is slowly fading to dark, the red draining from the sky and the chill starts to pick up. Quackity lights a cigarette next to him, exhaling slowly out to the night sky. It almost feels like he’s back in the egg. But this time there’s someone with him, he never had the strength to stand then so maybe that's the difference between the egg and now. He can stand.

“Hey uh, whatever happened with Bad?” Quackity starts, “he’s been living with Foolish but I swear you two had a place together.”

Skeppy grits his teeth together. Quackity means no harm, he’s just making conversation. There’s no need to think of the egg and the vines and the voices. Right now he’s here looking at the view.

“Yeah we had a house together,” Skeppy starts “we’re kinda not seeing each other because of the whole egg thing y’know?”

“Right, damn that sucks.”

“Yeah” he looks off into the distance, the sky looks nice now that it’s dark. The casino lights paint a picture in the sky, almost like an Aurora Borealis.

“Well if it helps, I think he’s doing better” Quackity begins, “he’s been trolling Foolish lately. I think it helps him not think of the egg and the prison and everything.”

“Was Bad in prison or something?” Skeppy had basically forgotten about the prison. He was too busy being trapped in a sentient egg to care or notice.

“Uh no, he uh worked for the prison” Quackity rings his hands “he guarded Dream before he escaped.”

“Oh, cool”

“Yeah cool.” Quackity takes another drag of his cigarette. He can barely smell the smoke.

There’s an awkward pause as he takes in the city. He was never one for cities or the factions of the SMP. He could never keep up with the towns that kept popping up. He hasn’t gotten out much lately, other than Hbomb showing him around.

“So, what have you been up to lately with your new found freedom?” Quackity asks, “I’m glad we’ve been able to catch up man, it’s been a while with the prison and the egg and shit.”

He inwardly sighs. I haven’t been doing much besides breathing exercises and staring at the walls in Puffys office and going on walks in hopes to see Bad. I’ve been practicing what I’ll say to him, some days it’s “I hate you and I miss you” but most days it’s “I miss you so much I can’t breathe.”

He breathes out. Clean air. No egg.

“I’ve been chilling” he says instead, “I’ve been touring the newer cities in the SMP, I didn’t realize how many people live here now. Never really realized.”

“Yeah, man there’s a lot now” Quackity grins, “what’s your top three? Other than mine of course.”

He scratches his head. His number one would always be the Badlands but that’s not exactly new or here anymore.

“I really liked the snowy one, I think Tubbo’s maybe?”

“Snowchester” Quackity snaps his fingers.

“Yep,” the sky is full of stars now. Not a red hue in sight. “Uh, I also liked Foolish’s summer home, Hbomb and I checked it out briefly.” Bad wasn’t there when he went.

“Foolish is a great builder, a little crazy and slightly manic but he’s got personality y’know? Sam built some of Las Nevadas and he’s just so boring as a business partner.” Quackity drawls, looking out at the skyline.

“Oh yeah I can imagine,” Skeppy thinks of Sam with red eyes and a dull voice, his personality consumed by the egg.

“I also liked the one with the flowers?” he tries to think of the name, “something with a K, it had mushrooms all over the place.”

“Kinoko.”

Skeppy looks up at that, Quackitys voice turned sharp and on edge.

“Yeah” he says faintly, “that’s the one.”

He thinks of the residents of Kinoko, the ones he saw briefly. Tina, with her smile and comforting energy. Callahan, with his reassuring presence, a reminder of the old days. George, his melancholic demeanor and sleepiness that has never changed. Karl, his friendliness that fell somewhat towards manic. And Sapnap, his confidence and loud voice, his eyes that kept looking towards the door.

“Weren’t you and uh Karl and Sapnap like getting married?” he asks, maybe they’ll have a joint kingdom.

“Yeah we were,” Quackity says quickly, “but things got complicated I guess.”

“Guess we’re both bachelors then,” Skeppy says, chuckling to himself, “does your ‘complicated’ involve a cult?”

Quackity chuckles before shaking his head. “Before with the prison and now running Las Nevadas, I don’t have time. No cults necessary for divorce.”

The prison, an elephant so big he doesn’t even want to address it. But if Bad worked there and Quackity went there maybe he can hear more about Bad.

“So, the prison” he starts slowly, “you go there often?”

Quackity straightens up. Gears turning in his head while he takes a drag of his cigarette.

“Yeah, Sam and I were or are business partners so we would meet at the prison. Sometimes I’d visit the guards and Dream and stuff.”

“Was Bad ever there?” he turns to Quackity, studying his face. Looking for the threads that tie them together.

“Sometimes” Quackity shrugs, “He was always kind to Dream. Always used his kicked puppy voice on him, y’know the one.”

And boy does Skeppy know that voice. He misses it in a way. He thinks some days there is a Bad shaped hole in his heart, so big not even the best doctors or seamstresses could sew it back up.

“Was he a good guard?” Skeppy asks, swallowing his confession.

“Nah” Quackity huffs, leaning in, “he’s always been too soft for fighting or prison. He got fired because of the egg but I think it’s because of his empathy. He cared too much about Dream.”

“Oh” Skeppy looks out at the night sky again, “Bad’s always been like that. He’s got a big heart.”

“Yeah, he sure does.” Quackity stares off again before smiling, “enough about your ex or mine, how about we get out of the cold and go get a drink?”

“Sounds good, as long as you're paying.” he says smiling.

“Sure, sure” Quackity grins, “it’s my casino, I own the place.” he spreads his arms out, with the air of a man without a care in the world.

As they walk towards the exit, Quackity turns towards him. The night sky is beautiful behind him, the stars staring at him.

“Y’know I was meaning to ask you earlier” Quackity starts, “but Bad started a knitting club recently, it might be weird because you guys aren’t you guys anymore. But, I have leftover resources from building so I wanted to see if you wanted to come with me sometime?”

Skeppy stares out at the sky above them and the city below them. He thinks of the egg and Bad and his friends. Quackity in front of him and the messy tie that only ex-husbands could share.

Maybe knitting could be a start. Maybe trying something new could lead to a good hobby full of friends not possessed by an egg.

“Sure” he exhales, “I’ve been needing a new sweater.”

@sixteenth-day-event

#sixteenthdayevent #this is my first time writing for this fandom lol #my writing <3

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prismatica-the-strange · 9 months

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I'll Forgive Your Sins | I'll Reach for Your Hand and Convince You You're Not Completely Alone

Warnings: 18+, blood, death, angst

The moment Aleksander realizes he's truly in love with Fryce and the moment he loses her. (The Italics indicate flashbacks, first a party then a battle)

Word Count: 1.4k

Reasons by Beth Crowly| Picrew Link | Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The flowers are dead.

Every single flower and plant in the Little Palace is withered and dead.

He falls to his knees at the sight, tears in his eyes and pain in his heart.

These parties are incredibly dull.

The same boring nobility, the same boring conversations.

The only thing that had kept him from leaving outright is the thought of their newest Durast making a fool of herself and, by extension, him.

So far, she'd done a marvelous job of staying quiet and civil, all polite smiles and simple talk.

His eyes caught her form in the crowd, finding an almost melancholy look on her face, nothing like how she is in their more private meetings.

He'd almost not recognized her without a grin spread across her lips.

He'd long given up telling himself he didn't care about her at all. The winter had brought a kindred warmth between them, and after the long months he'd spent studying her abilities, he admits that she has become a friend, of sorts, to him.

To see her looking so dismal like this made his heart ache in a way it hadn't in centuries.

Then he saw it. The longing in her eyes when she looked over at the couples dancing in the middle of the ballroom.

Very few of them were Grisha, most nobles finding it beneath them to fraternize in that manner with one like them.

He set his glass on the tray of a passing server and weaved his way through the crowd in her direction.

He cleared his throat when he was behind her to get her attention.

"General Kirigan," She'd greeted with the same practiced smile, though there was a small spark of genuine joy in her eyes now.

With his hands clasped behind his back, he gives her a small nod and asks, "Would you care to dance?"

"I- What?" She seemed genuinely confused by his offer.

"With me," He clarified, "Would you care to dance with me?"

Her startled look melts into a small smile that makes his chest tighten.

"I would," She replied softly. He took her hand in his and led them toward the dance floor, "Though, I'm not sure I know the steps."

The band was playing an old Ravkan folk song, the dance to which he'd learned so long ago he couldn't forget it if he tried.

"Just," He turned to face her, free hand finding her waist, "Follow my lead."

She does. Albeit clumsily, she managed to follow his steps in time with the music.

She'd fallen into him slightly in a turn that caught her off guard and the scent of lilac and violets washed over him.

The room still smells like her.

The bed sheets reek of what he'd once had and he lays in them, drowning himself in her scent before it's gone forever.

His tears soak her pillow when he buries his face in it, breathing in what's left of her.

He won't touch the clothes in her drawers of the dresser, and he figures it will be about two months before they start smelling like the wood and varnish of it.

The book she'd been reading sits on the table on her side of the bed.

Dead vines wrap around the headboard and posts, withered petals falling onto the bedspread and floor around him.

His chest warmed when she giggled, righting herself in his hold again.

She may not have had a grasp on the dance yet, but she was beaming as they went.

That smile. The things he would do to see that smile.

She moved to step away when the song came to an end, but he held fast to her, pulling her into the next dance with him. A waltz this time and she's far more graceful than she had been in the last.

"You look beautiful," He'd comment, and her cheeks darkened.

She hadn't done much for the party, no new gown or blouse since her kefta would cover it anyway. Her hair is pinned up in a milkmaid braid, but she remained otherwise unchanged. Not that he meant just that night, her beauty had often left him breathless.

"Thank you." By then she'd noticed the eyes on them and the murmurs that accompanied their looks, making her face warm further.

Her growing blush and bashful look caused him to trip over his own feet. It's a momentary fumble that has him clinging to her tighter, but she'd taken it in stride.

Her kefta is a striking brightness against his hanging in the wardrobe,

Purple isn't her color. He'd noticed not long after meeting her and, of course, she looked lovely in it, but the shade she wore as a Durast washed her out.

White was her color. A light to his shadow, leading him from the darkness.

His eyes, red and swollen from crying, stare at their wedding stills, where her smile is immortalized and taunting him.

This had been a mistake.

He never should have asked her to dance.

With every step, a warmth enveloped him and he knew he couldn't deny these feelings any longer.

This longing, this adoration, this need.

Something came over him and he leaned in, his lips pressing lovingly to hers, catching her pleasantly off guard.

It's not their first kiss, far from it in fact, but it's the first this public, this... open.

As though he was admitting to, not just himself, but the world, how much he truly cares for her.

And it's the way she'd kissed back that let him know she felt the same.

Shadows cascade and swirl around him, the darkness she's shooed away crashing around him like the tide.

Whatever lamplight there may have been flickers out, leaving one last shine to the glass flowers on a cluttered corner of his desk.

Snowdrops. She'd made them from pigment and glass one day when she'd been bored.

Of all the little trinkets she'd presented him over the years, they were his favorite. Snowdrops, just like her. His Snowdrop.

He'd begged her not to come. Insisted it would just be a small skirmish and that her time would be better spent at The Little Palace, watching over his Grisha.

But Krynn, his stubborn, pigheaded bride of five months, told him they'd be home in half the time if she came along.

In a way, she was right.

They'd been greatly outnumbered and overwhelmed and, if she hadn't been there, he knew the rest of them wouldn't have stood a chance.

That's part of what made it so unbearable.

He'd have given the life of his most well-trained Grisha to stop what had happened.

The scream is what haunts him the most.

The terrified sound of his name being the last sound on her lips.

And, before he could do anything stop it, he watched the druskelle behind her slit her throat.

It was as though everything around him had frozen. Everything besides her, falling to the ground and her hand reaching up to press against the bloodied gash.

His feet had moved before his brain could register what he was doing, only to be thrown back by a shockwave when her knees hit the ground.

He got to his feet as fast as he could, rushing to her side, but before he could get there a group of trees sprang to life, growing rapidly and twisting around her protectively.

He threw himself against them, nails digging into the wood as he shouted her name.

His shadows couldn't penetrate the barrier.

There was nothing he could do to save her.

He'd stayed there for hours, fingers bloody and torn from the rough bark.

When David had finally arrived, his most capable Durast, second only to Krynn, he allowed himself the faintest glimmer of hope, even if the Heartrenders said her pulse had long since faded.

But even he couldn't manipulate the material.

The world has lost all color.

The sun has ceased to shine and the flowers no longer bloomed.

The days become monotonous and repetitive.

Each morning he sits on the edge of the bed after another restless night and stares up at her portrait.

It's not the first time he'd lost someone so close, but after all they'd both been through and promised and admitted, he thought he'd finally found his eternity.

And now, in a single heartbeat, she was gone.

#prisma self ships #prisma writes #aleksander morozova #shadow and bone #grishaverse #self ship story #I'll Forgive Your Sins

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starstruckwillows · 2 years

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♡ van halen's pretty great - e.m ♡

requested by anon<3

eddie munson x gn!reader, hurt/comfort, missing!reader, upside down, note: the song referenced uses she/her pronouns, no pronouns are used for reader

there are two things the upside down can't take from you; music, and eddie

it was one thing for vines to so cruelly and perfectly entrap you, twisting and writhing around your limbs, spreading up your neck, tangling into your hair.

that was one thing. for the vines to be alive? part of a conscious being?

that was another thing.

but as they crawled further and further up your body, neither of those things crossed your mind. your mind was too preoccupied.

for days you'd heard eddie shouting. you'd heard his panic, his fear, his anguish. you wondered if he felt yours, despite your silence.

but you knew the volume of his yells meant nothing. he wasn't down the other end of a tunnel, waiting to save you. he was down the other end of a hallway in a completely different world. parallel to your imprisonment.

most of you had ventured to the upside down at least once now.

for yourself, robin, steve, and nancy... this was the first. and it seemed about appropriate of your luck that you'd become seperated from the group so fast.

you blinked rapidly, still trying to get accustomed to the murky, grimy air. everything seemed tinged an unflattering shade of red and grey.

how did will survive for so long?

songs. he'd sung.

you tried to do the same, quietly, under your breath. the song playing when you first properly met eddie.

it was so hard to remember. you knew that song like you knew yourself, you could play it on almost any instrument, you cited it in daily conversation.

dance the night away, van halen. but how did it start?

you squeezed your eyes shut now. desperate, cold, and thirsty.

eddie was shouting frantically again, yet his voice was ever so faint in your ears, "have you seen her? anywhere?" pleading.

but your eyes snapped open with new hope. that was the first line.

have you seen her? so fine and pretty-

you shivered violently, vines tightening. did they know you were remembering?

as soon as you were warned to steer right clear of eddie munson, you were confused. you'd seen him, even briefly spoken to him as his locker was next to yours. he didn't seem anything like a devil.

a tiny smile crept onto your face as you recalled the firm decision to ignore those telling you he was insane. you'd been so intent on finding out who he was, really. you found yourself slightly in awe of his bravado.

this was a town who actively shunned him, and he'd turned around with his middle fingers up and claimed he didn't care one bit.

in wake of his apparent confidence, you'd tried to act sauve around him, when you wanted to stutter out something likely embarrassing.

fooled me with her style and ease.

the melody came to you then, and you could hum it to yourself. maybe it was your imagination, but the vine around your neck seemed to flex, and ever so slightly slide down.

it had been his trailer.

you were walking through the park anyway, posters in hand for a friend's missing dog. there were only two left in the stack, and you were taping one to a lampost right outside eddie's home, though you didn't know that at the time.

"hey!" he called from the doorway. you spun quickly to face him, already feeling the heat rising to your face.

yeah, i feel her, from across the room-

it had been thumping out from his trailer, and always curious, you'd asked him about the music, walking over.

the way eddie spoke about music was the way eddie spoke about dnd. excitement, passion, genuine enjoyment from a thing. he wanted to share that with anyone who'd listen, and recently, that had only been you.

oh it's love in the third degree.

the song had played again when eddie told you he loved you for the first time, at a record shop you took him to for his birthday.

you desperately clung onto that, his hands, his skin, his lips, his voice, and the process of it all fading slowed. the words were flowing now, the song creating a minimally effective aura that repulsed the vines by the smallest amount.

ooh, baby, baby, won't'cha turn your head my way

three days later, you were found. extracted, the scientists said.

and it felt so wrong.

until eddie called you baby. he called you a million overbearingly sweet names that made you cry with relief in a stark hospital room, feeling like you were learning to breathe right again.

"you're gonna be just fine, my love." he whispered, smoothing wisps of hair to your head as he murmured the sickliest things he could conjure him.

the expected tears of yours never came. you weren't sad. you were just numb, but the brunette curls splayed across your chest sparked feeling in your heart.

"y'know how i survived?" your voice was hoarse, sore with misuse and leftover panic.

he shook his head.

"you. and van halen."

the smile he let cross his face was so cautious, as though any slither of happiness would break the spell. he'd wake up and you'd be lost again.

"well, what can i say? van halen's pretty great."

you're original intention was to force energy into the both of you, to talk all night about everything. you missed the sound of his voice, the real sound, not the one in your head.

but by hiding his head in your arm, breathing become deeper than usual, he'd fallen asleep, caved to those dark circles that the weeks' sleepness nights had wrought upon him.

you succumbed not long after.

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fcrox · 3 months

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The world's a battlefield. It always has been but they've taken it so much further. Further than anyone ever before. Someone has to stop them. I don't see why I can't help with that.

✧ threads ✧ about ✧ headcanon ✧ the mail ✧ ✧ aesthetics ✧ musings ✧ connections ✧ mirror ✧

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME: Beatrice Anne Abbott

ALIAS/NICKNAME: Bea, Trice, Bee, Trix

AGE: Thirty

BIRTH DATE: February 17th, 1949

BLOOD STATUS: Half-Blood

AFFILIATION: Neutral (at the moment), Order of the Phoenix (eventually)

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Cis-Woman. She/her

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Two layered/floor flat located at the Hogsmeade Station

OCCUPATION: Unspeakable (death and space chamber), Department of Mysteries, Ministry of Magic

PETS: Marnie (british shorthair), Ares (ural owl)

WAND: Vine wood with a unicorn hair core, 9 ¾ and supple flexibility

PATRONUS: Bloodhound

BOGGART: Being locked in a room that is on fire

AMORTENTIA: Unknown

SCENT: chocolate, coffee and wild flowers with a sprinkle of something akin to gunpowder and smoke (from her work in the space chamber)

INSPIRATION

SONG: See you later by Jenna Raine, Angel with a Shotgun by The Cab, One Woman Army by Porcelain Black, Can't tame her by Zara Larsson, Team by Lorde, Dancing Queen by Abba

PINTEREST: here !! (in the making)

AESTHETIC: walks by the beach, footprints in the sand, the roaring of waves, the sound of a train pulling into the station, the scent of wildflowers, stars floating by, planets rushing, a broom polished to sparkle, a quaffle, music playing in another room, the first of snow falling, black ink on parchment,

RELATIONSHIPS

PARENTS: Mrs Abbott & Mr Abbott

SIBLINGS: Rosmerta Abbott (older sister). Anthony Abbott (younger brother).

SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None.

OTHER FAMILY: None known to her.

CHILDREN: None.

EDUCTATION:

SCHOOL: Hogwarts

HOUSE: Gryffindor

EXTRACURRICULAR: Astronomy Club, Gryffindor Quidditch team Chaser, Ancient Studies

CLASSES INVESTED IN: Defense against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions, Magical Theory, Astronomy, Ancient Runes

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, Italian

OTHER LANGUAGES: Ancient Runes (reading)

PHYSICAL TRAITS

EYE COLOR: Green

HAIR COLOR: Reddish/Brown

HEIGHT: 5′5

SCARS: None.

PERSONALITY

INTELLIGENCE: High. Adaptive.

SKILLS: wandless magic (decent, practicing), flying (decent), ancient runes (skilled), dueling (skilled), occlumency (decent, practicing)

POSITIVE TRAITS: loyal, dependable, determined

NEGATIVE TRAITS: cynical, stubborn and impatient

MBTI: ENFJ

BIOGRAPHY:

Beatrice Abbott was born as the second child of a loving family. From the very moment she opened her eyes there was noting but warmth. The Abbotts had been among the list of sacred twenty-eight once, but Bea was just another proof that their family had made the choice, taken a step away from the rigidness of society; or at least those within it. As such, even during her early years the values or kindness and sticking up for the right thing were made clear to her. It was a wonderful childhood, one in which the person she’d come to admire most wasn’t her parents but her older sister Rosmerta. Ros was a joy to be around and soon after they became three, graced with a younger brother, Anthony.

The trio, despite the years between them, got along well and had their fun moments. Beatrice became very protective of them and her family, knowing that no matter what she always wanted them safe and sound, happy and cared for. The Abbotts were spared their children from the forced classes the previous pureblood generations still had to go through, but Bea still fell in love with the idea of dancing and requested flying lessons long before their Hogwarts letters arrived.

Seeing Ros leave was a hard day, but it only meant that her day of leaving had come all the closer for it. And when that day came, the letter arrived, Beatrice couldn’t have been prouder and happier. She was ready for what she considered to be the journey of a lifetime. The hat wasted no time, calling out Gryffindor the moment it touched the head. It was a new home, a second home in which she found the joys of mischief and other things, making friends along the way.

Outside the walls the war was brewing, a slow simmer that kept growing further and further. By the time the tensions could be seen even within the castle Anthony had joined them, although within a different house. Bea was proud and the Abbott siblings reunited at last. It was also during that time she found her love for quidditch, joined the Gryffindor quidditch team as a chaser. Hogwarts was her home, despite how much she loved the home her parents provided. A home, away from home.

During fifth year, Beatrice was approached by Edgar Bones. And while at first, she played hard to get, claiming quidditch took too much time that answer didn’t fly for all too long and she accepted to go out with him. Not once did she regret the choice as Edgar made her feel things she’d never felt before. And then he graduated. For two whole years it was a mess of letters, but she was determined. In the absence of Edgar, she instead focused on her grades, worked hard to leave with excellent results and a chance to go wherever life would take her.

When graduation drew near, the witch had made up her mind. Despite everything that may have been pointing towards picking up quidditch, her true passion lay within the mysteries of another thing altogether. Beatrice had discovered her passion not just within sports, but her wish to know and her burning refusal to give up, stubborn as she was. A relative overheard her thoughts, the conversation with her parents and being an unspeakable themself recommended the Department of Mysteries to her.

It was as thought a whole other world opened. The Department of Mysteries was everything Bea had wanted, despite a lack of chance to discuss things outside of work and with others than those who shared the same Department. If anyone were to ask, she would simply tell them she’s trying to understand the joys in life. This couldn’t have been further from the truth as the witch worked within the Space and Death Chamber, fluttering between research and the need to understand the machinations of the universe.

The time after Hogwarts did not just come with the work at the ministry, no. She also came to see her sister happy and in a relationship that she had no doubt would eventually blossom into something beautiful; more so than it already had. Her and Edgar were going strong, equally. If she had to imagine her life with anyone, it would have been him. And then it all changed. Ros and Alastor split, her sister left behind with seemingly no reason. Both her need to protect as well as her own fears kicked in. Perhaps unfounded, but to see two people so strong come to such a harsh end out of nowhere? It left her worrying. It left her terrified that Edgar, despite how much she trusted him could do the same.

The day she approached him to talk, not her usual confident mess but instead a person she usually couldn’t be found looking like, the witch began to talk. Her words were a mess, the message equally confusing as she tried to explain to him that splitting would be rough. Whatever her words may have been, the fear having her fumble, the sudden agreement from Edgar shocked her to her core, left her speechless. There she was, trying to tell him about her being scared that he would leave her, only for him to leave her moments after in agreement to her words? Just what had she said to make it seem as though this was something she wanted? Things were over, just like that. Perhaps it was the ease in which he had agree that made her fears surface. That day she simply walked out.

For a while she kept her distance, only returning once she was sure that whatever emotions she still felt, whatever feelings she still held were pushed down far, far below. Only seeing Edgar would sometimes make the construct built wobble. Her entire focus was on her family and on work now, on her friends, both those from Hogwarts and after.

The years went by. The war raging on becoming bigger and bigger. No longer the low simmer it once had been, the fight is on. Now all she seeks is to join the Order of the Phoenix, wanting to be part of the fight and to bring whatever it was she had to the table. This was her new purpose; to help and fight and show those simple-minded fools what they were doing to the world.

#she kept going walking a path of light in the dark;; about #lumostask

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renatogpadilla · 7 months

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My thoughts on the AtlA Live Action as someone who's fresh off the original Show:

I won't say it was bad, because it wasn't. Hell, up until the fourth episode it was done about as well as the Live Action One Piece! The problem is that they tried to streamline too much and they tried to fit too much unnecessary stuff in.

This is more of an issue with Theming rather than Timing. While they DID have the time to fit in the entire OG Season 1 scene by scene, even if they did, there would be the problem of "episodes have to have a theme".

For example, the third and fourth episodes, "Omashu" and "Into The Dark" had bits and pieces of Jet and his Freedom Fighters, the Artificers and Cave of Two Lovers.

And the streamlining of it was good! Because it made sense to streamline that knowing that in Book 3 we're gonna have to have them all show up again.

Unfortunately, after episode 4, the streamlining gets out of hand. By trying to fit as much as they possibly could in one episode (Heibai, the Spirit World, Sokka and Katara getting sick, June and Roku's Island) they lost track of every individual thread of said plots.

For Example: Heibai never gets healed, instead giving more screentime than he deserves to Koh the Face Stealer, which was AWESOME TO SEE, don't get me wrong, but it doesn't fix the problem.

Having said that, I do gotta give it props for a bunch of things:

- The cast FEEL like the characters, with only few exceptions (Roku isn't that goofy, Azula isn't vicious enough for this time in the story, Zhao feels TOO out of control, even for him, etc) and they genuinely tried their absolute best with what they were given.

- The locations and sets are AMAZING (I don't really care about the look of The Volume)

- The Fight Choreography is CRAZY! The Mixed Martial Arts into the Bending was INCREDIBLE!

I'm just honestly gonna list a bunch of things in the Show now, so you can judge for yourself with the info you're given:

- Momo's barely in it. (Like, seriously, he has 5 scenes in the entire thing.)

- Appa is in it only a bit more.

- Sokka's sexism being gone wasn't even that big of a deal. If anything, it was a lesson on studios needing to shut the fuck up about their shows until they release.

- Iroh doesn't bust himself out. It's done in a way that makes you see more of Iroh's story through the eyes of someone else, so it's okay, but it was still something I missed.

- Katara still dealt with Sexism over at the NWT.

- AANG DOESN'T ACTUALLY DO ANY WATERBENDING IN THE ENTIRE SEASON. (This is my biggest complaint.) In fact, they don't go into the Bending AT ALL. No "Fire comes from your breath." No explanation of how Waterbending feels different than Airbending and no Jeong Jeong to teach Aang Firebending and use it as an excuse to wait to the last season for it, etc...

- Mai and Yue don't look like their characters. Like, the feel is there, perfectly, but not the look. Mai is too chubby to be a flipping and dipping weapon thrower martial and Yue's hair was... Off. Something about it was a little much.

- Yue's betrothed wasn't an asshole.

- Koe the Face Stealer gets some original plot which would be REALLY COOL if it wasn't taking the space that could have gone to Zuko carrying Aang out of the NWT.

- NO HARU. AT ALL. HE DOESN'T EXIST. NEITHER DO THE WEED BENDERS BECAUSE THEY SKIPPED THE SWAMP WITH THE SPIRIT REALM. And they're not doing the Library it seems, because they used the Owl already.

- No big blockade in front of Roku's Island, and Roku doesn't fight. We DO get Kyoshi fighting to counterbalance it, though!

-No romance between Aang and Katara yet, which I get, given how the kids that play them are still a bit young for that, but they should have left Secret Tunnel for Season 2 if they weren't gonna do that now.

Stuff like that. There were a bunch of things that worked (the OG Music being there and a remix of "Leaves from the Vine" for Iroh's theme was GOOD!) and others that were complete misses that I'm willing to overlook if they use the "saved" time to focus more on Toph training Aang along with Katara.

Either way, it's a solid 6 outta 10 for me... Wouldn't watch it again for me, but would like a Season 2!

#atla #atla netflix #avatar the last airbender #avatar live action #avatar

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darkx-the-dragon-kn1ght · 9 months

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Chapter 8- Part 6

I feel like the vines are the least of anyone’s concerns by this point with regards to travel, I’d be more concerned about the fissure right in front of you-

Well, we’ve got another street sign. “Goldenrod”, huh? Interesting Johto reference. But we’ve got a few new houses to look into, let’s see here…

Also, this. Nice. Okay, now let’s look into these houses- like the one on the right, the one that’s closer to the street.

A morphing Pokémon? Wait- Ditto?? Ooooh!!

A…tablecloth? That makes it rain, even indoors? That…doesn’t sound like Ditto at all.

Ah, it’s another trade thing- alright, noted for later. We’ll have to catch ourselves a Sentret at some point…but where do you even find one of those? Are they also encountered outside of Grand Hall? That seems to be where a lot of the early-game Normal Pokémon are found- Rattata, Bidoof, Patrat…

But what Pokémon is that girl even talking about? Making it rain inside…that can’t be referring to Drizzle, only three Pokémon are able to have that Ability, and none of them are considered “morphing” or…tablecloth-esque. Could be talking about Rain Dance, though, lots of Pokémon can learn that move…but again, “morphing”? “Tablecloth”? What does any of that even mean?? The only Pokémon I can think of that sorta fits is Castform, but again- "tablecloth"?

Uh…moving on, let’s go into that one house behind the fence and near where we found the Steel Gem…

Oh- okay, not exactly a house, rather an entrance to…someplace else? Let’s just see where those stairs lead, outta curiosity.

…Why…Why did the music change? Why does it sound so foreboding? What is this theme?

No, wait- you know what this reminds me of? It sounds a bit like the second Primal Dialga remix GlitchxCity made, or at least its intro part, but like…slowed down? Not like- literally just slowed down, but like…rearranged as well? Rearrangement of a remix? Is that accurate, am I correct to think that’s what this song is?

Either way, this music makes me think I shouldn’t be here right now, and so we’ll revisit this place later!

Instead, let’s go see what’s actually inside the Day Care, just in case there’s anything interesting.

…Uh- what? Did that guy just…recognize Xera?

Um- maybe the lady will have normal dialogue…?

Okay, normal so far- that makes sense, this is a service players would use, so at least one of these two would have to be normal-

Nevermind, they’re both acting weird! What’s going on here- their dialogue was the usual Day Care spiel, and then they like…recognized Xera, and then they got all dodgy? I don’t mind if the game’s adding a bit of depth to the player character’s background, but why here of all places?

Xera, what did you do to these old people???

With nothing else to do on this side, let’s continue down the street to the east-

Oh, looks like important stuff is happening over there- plus a…rainbow building?

But no, let’s see what this Devon Corp building is all about first, and then we’ll continue on.

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lampmanliveblogs · 2 years

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Well. This ain’t good

Kikimora saw that one meme, you know the one with the skeleton that’s like ”If it sucks… hit da bricks!!” She saw it and took it to heart. Because she left with Hunter and left everyone else to come cause problems in the next episode. They just gotta get past Odalia first.

The kids put out some good effort to stop Kiki though. Amity slowed her down, Willow’s power was so great that Kiki had to use hunter as a human shield, and Gus tried to blind her with a shadow spell. Sadly, the power of the abomatron combined with a healthy dose of pragmatism lead to Kikimora deciding that she could just leave.

Uuuugh, she’s gonna take Hunter to Belos….. I don’t wanna see that….. the only time I wanna see Hunter and Belos in the same place again is if Hunter is hitting him really, really hard with a stick.

This exit is way cooler than Odalia deserves.

Did I just witness a divorce? I feel like I did. I mean, the legal proceedings are gonna have to wait until the after world is saved, but still.

…

I have been tricked, backstabbed and quite possibly bamboozled.

The screenshot I made fun of? Gus had some spell circles activated. I noticed and thought ”huh, that’s kinda weird, I wonder what he’s trying to do.”

…

Right after Kiki tells Luz that Belos knows about the plan to stop the draining spell? Luz whispers something to Gus. I should’ve known, I should’ve remembered, I should have seen it coming. But I didn’t, because I am a terrible livebloger. I should just delete this whole thing right now and move to the mountains where I can’t hurt anyone else.

Luz took Hunter’s so Belos couldn’t hurt him and so she could go help Eda and the others. Luz, you stupid, brave, good witch.

And so comes to and end episode 20. There is no music, we travel in silence towards the end.

You know, I was thinking that this episode wasn’t all that mindblowing. It was good, yes. I loved it, but it wasn’t the punch to the gut I was expecting. Right up till the very end. Well played creators, well played.

I made my way through this episode surprisingly quickly, this ”only” took me a few hours.

I don’t feel like talking on length about this episode. I did do my usual rewatch and here are a few things I didn’t notice or didn’t talk about the first time through:

•Kikimora said that the Emperor has eyes everywhere. That kinda implies that there might be a spy in the CAtTs. though I’m not sure who that would be. I think it’s safe to discount Eda and Darius. Eberwolf is… I dunno. Steve is most certainly NOT a traitor. That leaves the BAtTs, which… meh? •I suppose that someone on the streets of Latissa could have overheard them through the open doors on that balcony, that’s also a possibility. •Willow saw Hunter was in trouble and proceeded to summon up the biggest mass of plant vines we’ve ever seen her do while looking absolutely demonic. Good stuff •Oh, but let’s not forget that Hunter’s first instinct upon seeing Kiki in the mech coming to crush them was to push Willow out of the way. •There was a brief shot during the struggle against Kiki’s abomatron where Luz is holding out her fist in a weird way. That’s because that’s actually Hunter holding his staff, made invisible by Gus’ spell. •There’s a similar moment right after Kiki takes off, while the gang is surrounded by Odalia’s abomatons where ”Luz” is seemingly just… staring at her open hands. Which is actually Hunter holding Flapjack.

I loved this episode, Obviously, I finally got my ”Alador joins the good guys” theory confirmed, so that was nice. We had a bit off action which I’m always up for. But obviously, the one big stand out moment was the Lumity kiss. It literally could not have been done better. Absolutely perfection.

That’s pretty much all I have to say for now, so I’ll just get into the next episode. It’s the season two finale: King’s Tide! I will see you tomorrow. Until then, take care of the planet Earth and remember that anything can happen in space!

#the owl house #liveblog #the owl house liveblog #toh s2e20 #clouds on the horizon

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aestheticorpsblog · 2 years

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SasuSaku Music Oneshots Oneshots :)

1/?

“Happiness is a butterfly”

“Do you want me or do you not? I’ve heard one thing now I’m hearing another”

She didn't know where she and Sasuke stood. They stole feverish looks and touches. He acted in love with her alone but with others he dismissed her. He blurred the reality of the love she had always known. Hearing his voice saying she was nothing was a like a knife to her back.

“Dropped a pin to my parking spot. The bar was hot, it was 2 AM, it feels like summer”

She went to a bar. She was so disheveled in her views. Sasuke and her shared moments and stories that they did with no one else. They had something memorable. Hearing him say it was nothing was a type of pain Sakura has only felt twice in her life. The bar was searing as she danced her pain away with strangers. As she was about to kiss the handsome stranger she had been dancing with for the past fifteen minutes, a hand grabbed her. It was Naruto, he looked infuriated.

“What the fuck are you doing with Gaara Sakura? What about Sasuke” Naruto hissed at her.

“What about him? He’s a fucking dick.” Sakura slurred, drunk out of her mind. Naruto was confused, did they have a fight? There was no way Naruto was going to take her back to Sasuke in her state of intoxication. He flew her out and would go back to see her the following day, she left and there was no trace of her.

“Happiness is a butterfly. Try to catch it like every night escapes from my hands into the moonlight every day is a lullaby I hum it on the phone like every night And sing it for my babies on the tour life...”

‘She wasn't depressed’ she told herself. There was just no vibrancy on the Earth anymore. She danced and kissed more men than she could count. She stayed out late and hung out with the wrong crowd. She got a new boyfriend. He wasn't as handsome as Sasuke but he was gorgeous. He danced with her, gave her the world and so much more. It was a mortification when she found another girl's bra in his bed. She broke up with him and thought of the first time she met Sasuke.

“If he's a serial killer, then what's the worst that could happen to a girl who's already hurt? I'm already hurt if he's as bad as they say, then I guess I'm cursed, looking into his eyes, I think he's already hurt. He's already hurt”

Sakura didn't have the best youth growing up. Neither did Sasuke. Meeting at their parent's receptions. He was 3 years her senior. She was 17 when she first met him. She thought he was beautiful. Not handsome, beautiful, his eyes showed emotions when his face was expressionless. They showed the pain and suffering he had gone through. Sakura didn't care when their parents discussed marriage with them. It was bound to happen. Sasuke would marry either Sakura or Karin- a girl from the Uzumaki clan. Sakura didn't care whether it was her or Karin. She just wanted to know him. The deeper him. The reason why his eyes were so pained and heavy.

“ I said, "Don't be a jerk, don't call me a taxi" sitting in your sweatshirt, crying in the backseat”

It was officially two years since Sakura left her old life behind. She was now a rave girl. She drank and danced her nights away while saving lives during the day. She loved her life. It was perfect. It was in the second month of the year when she saw Sasuke again. She was so inebriated and she refused to speak to him. He found her but she didn't want to be found. He kept trying to talk to her and even called a taxi for her. She screamed at him to leave her alone. She tried walking but hurled. He sighed before giving her his sweatshirt. Leaving him in nothing but his shirt. The taxi came then and she gave up and got in. She wept her eyes out the minute Sasuke left her view. His eyes were duller, he looked paler and he had dark circles underneath his eyes. Why was he back?

{I just wanna dance with you

Hollywood and Vine, Black Rabbit in the alley

I just wanna hold you tight down the avenue

I just wanna dance with you

Baby, I just wanna dance (dance)

With you (dance)

Baby, I just wanna dance (dance)

With you

Left the canyon, drove to the club

I was one thing, now I'm being another

Go down to Sunset in the truck

I'll pick you up if you're in town on the corner

Ah ah}

It was always Sakura. Everything that happened between them wasn't anything. It meant the world to him, he only realized that once she ran away. He spent two years just looking for her and now he refused to let her go. He groveled and begged and apologized for everything. She refused him and went out with others to show him she moved on. He didn't give up. On her 29th Birthday, he gifted her a large bouquet. Red salvia. They meant that she was forever his. She threw them into the trash. He didn't stop. Every day for the next 1 month he gave her a bouquet. No notes but Sakura knew he had given the flowers. On the first of July, he showed up at her house and kissed her. She didn't kiss him back but invited him inside. She asked him why she should forgive him and he gave her one sentence in return.

“You are the happiness my butterflies try to chase.”

She told him about one date. One date she would go with him. Nothing else, nothing more.

“Happiness is a butterfly

We should catch it while dancing

I lose myself in the music, baby

Every day is a lullaby

Try to catch it like lightning

I sing it into my music,

I'm crazy

If he's a serial killer, then what's the worst

That could happen to a girl who's already hurt?

I'm already hurt

If he's as bad as they say, then I guess I'm cursed

Looking into his eyes, I think he's already hurt

He's already hurt

said, "don't be a jerk, don't call me a taxi"

Sitting in your sweatshirt, crying in the backseat

Ooh

I just wanna dance with you

Hollywood and Vine, Black Rabbit in the alley

I just wanna hold you tight down the avenue

I just wanna dance with you

Baby, I just wanna dance (dance)

With you (dance)

Baby, I just wanna dance (dance)

With you”

It took him a little over 6 months to convince her to start a relationship with him. He did everything for her. He was Sasuke and she was always his Sakura. Three years after they started dating, Sasuke proposed. She said yes. 5 years later they had two kids. Sarada and Sousuke.

Because she was Sakura. She was always Sakura and he was Sasuke. The only person made for her.

#sasuke uchiha #lana del rey #sakura haruno #happiness is a butterfly #fanfic #naruto #sasusaku #angst with a happy ending #lyrics

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