Lovers - Blog Posts
I fall for someone rarely, if I fall for someone, then I fall hard and I fall for the lifetime-)RB
Beloved, you are the amaranthine flower in the garden of my soul-)RB
Great Expectations, Charles Dickens
Beloved, no amount of water in the universe can quench the thirst of my soul, except you-)RB
Beloved ,you dwell in two places;the place where you live and in my heart -)RB
ᴛʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴍʏ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ. Part 1
Characters: Mitsuya, Chifuyu, and Shinichiro.
Ｍｉｔｓｕｙａ
ꜰᴏʀʙɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ
He was my crush, that is a literal green flag. He was funny, kind, respectful, thoughtful, and treated me like a friend. He always reassures me about his feelings but is shy about making moves in public.
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He makes my heart race. He is friends with my friends, and they like him very much. He knows his stuff and doesn't cross my boundaries. He's close to my family, and they adore him.
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Fortunately, I didn't enter into a relationship with him because, at that time, we were still young and I didn't think I was ready to like someone again in that way. I was in a complicated relationship with a boy when he confessed, and I didn't want to play Mitsuya, so I turned him down. However, that fucker cheated on me with a girl that's closer to him.
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My Mitsuya crush is still friends with me up to this day, but not that close anymore.
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Anyway, Mitsuya was my crush, and he made me happy and secure.
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If I could re-start again, and choose between him and my ex, I would choose him in a heartbeat.
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He's a literal green flag, but maybe I'm not the right person for him.
Ｃｈｉｆｕｙｕ
ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ
He was my crush that I treated like a friend. He's bubbly, outgoing, talkative, a joker, and overall a nice guy. We banter a lot with each other. Our relationship was kind of cringy and typical, but it was fun.
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He was smart, popular, and had a lot of friends. I think we weren't actually viewing each other in a romantic way, since we were too young at that time. I think we were just lonely and dependent on each other. He was really fun to be with and we treated each other like friends.
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Chifuyu was my platonic soulmate, and my best friend.
Ｓｈｉｎｉｃｈｉｒｏ
ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ
He was a lot older than me. I was SIMPING for him when I was just 5. This man was manly, handsome, and smart!!!! I always look forward to seeing him every week after my aunt's work is over, even though we don't talk to each other. He just stays in his room and does his stuff.
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He viewed me as a younger sister or cousin. I see him every year when I go over to my aunt's place. His cousin had a crush on me, but I didn't really like him. Like, give me your older cousin instead.
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I don't really have a lot of memories with him, but he's my childhood crush who is a lot older than me.
<《 Sooo, I ended up getting a random game idea at like, 1 am for me, from a Adventure Time post from @ferrylazy .
I'll probably make another post {at some point} telling what the text I wrote on the page is for those who can't properly read it.
Anyway, it's going to be one of those story type games {digital novel, or something similar, I forgot}. The kid at the bottom ends up leaving the village to find his lost lover after the other residents refuse to do anything. He ends up finding a plant themed knight, with a weirdly familiar aura, on a quest of their own.
The village boy decides to follow the knight, potentially revealing some secrets, and maybe even the reason behind the familiar aura.
Or the knight may leave him in the forest because of their need to focus on their task, and the boy becomes a great distraction.
It'll be up to you! Well, if I ever do end up making this game.
That's all for now, I hope those of you who would like to have a great day do, buh-bye! 》>
[Also, apologies for the picture being sideways. I didn't really feel like dealing with the hassle of figuring out how to have it not like that]
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒊𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔, 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆
If you need me
Just a little longer
Hero took it step by step. Trying to ignore the pain in her leg. Trying to ignore the dread of being weaponless.
Sleep. You will sleep soon
She could already see the campus dorms.
You just need to get in and not get caught or get followed.
Everything was dark. Too dark to tell if she left blood on the floor. Signing, she started taking the steps to the common rooms.
When she reached the top, ever closer to her heaven, she saw a light.
Someone sat on one of the dusty chairs, reading by a lamplight. She doesn’t know how well she’d handle another bout with Villain right now. “Nice of you to come, Hero.”
Never mind. I prefer Villain
“Civilian.”
“Are you limping to your dorm at midnight?”
“Are you sitting alone in the common room?”
“One of these questions is more urgent.”
Hero tried to walk slower, hoping to hide her injury.
“Just go to sleep. We have a morning class.”
But Rival stood up and walked to her.
“Morning class is the least of my worries now.”
Both of them were almost completely in the dark, but she could tell he was sincere. His voice was rarely devoid of any cynicism or playfulness. He took her silence as a breakthrough.
“You don’t need to tell me anything, but if you’re hurt, I can help.”
“R-”
“Look, I know you’re tough. Everyone knows. That’s why I hate you. You have nothing to prove. So if…”
He cleared his throat, and turned his look from her. Despite hardly even seeing her face.
“If some bastard needs to learn a lesson, I can help you. I won’t tell anyone.”
Just barely, she could see his honey eyes shining. But the aching pain that constantly throbbed her leg reminded her of the dangers that follow.
Why can no one else know of Villain
“Hero?”
Rival asked, she could imagine the anticipation in his features.
“I’m fine, Rival.”
“H-”
“This is none of your business.”
Her tone wasn’t as harsh as it could be, but rather heavy-hearted.
But he didn’t push it longer, just stood as she at last continued walking towards her room.
She didn’t hear him move or speak until she almost closed her dorm door, his voice barely audible.
“I’m here if you need me, Hero.”
There were about three more seconds of silence.
Rival’s heavy footsteps filled the silence. And following them, much quieter, slier steps. These steps were coming towards her dorm.
“Wh- HERO RUN”
She heard Rival spurt back to her dorm’s way.
Cursing, she hastily thrust her door open, fearing there was no time even for getting her hidden gun. Disastrously, she was right.
Villain held a dagger.
He held a dagger above Rival’s throat.
“Leave him.”
Villain smirked at her.
His grip on Rival’s arms and the dagger he kept on his throat remained indifferent, both to her threat and to Rival’s struggles.
“Care much?”
“You know this will be a fight to the death, Villain.”
Hero answered, unleashing her own hidden blade. “And you know I will slit his throat way before you limp one step,”
She did her best to not show her dread. Not to imagine the light leaving the honey, radiant eyes she knew.
“But there’s a way to make this less bloody, is it?”
His message was clear. Hero glanced at Rival, his message was clear too. Ever so slightly, he shook his head.
“You are going to leave him, and we will take this outside, civilly.”
“H-”
Villain gripped Rival’s chin.
“Perfect.”
He threw Rival to the floor, almost cutting his jaw in the process.
“YOU PIECE O-”
Villain caught his face again.
“Shhh… we don’t want to make this harder for your girlfriend, do we?”
Rival seemed enraged, like he would murder Villain right here if he could, but before he tried to fight again, Hero got to him.
She pushed him away, hugging him, burying her head in her neck. Just below his ear.
Bewildered, Rival froze.
“under the bed”
She whispered, and let him go.
“Oh ~ it almost makes me regret I’ll kill you ~”
Grinning, Villain moved aside and gestured to the stairs. “Ladies first.”
Hero signed, giving one last look at Rival, who seemed disturbed, but determined as well.
As she walked down the stairs, feeling Villain creeping ever closer behind her, loudly thinking of just pushing her down, she hoped she heard Rival searching her room.
Soon later, when she could feel Villain breathing at her neck, a bang was heard. Villain’s grin froze on his face as he fell. Hero moved aside and looked up, meeting with radiant brown eyes.
I might prefer him over Villain
The next day, after dealing with the police, and after the noise from the tired yet curious students died down, Hero slept like a rock.
When she did wake up, slowly realizing that her morning class is long over.
Signing, she got dressed and tried to calculate how many library search hours she’d have to go through.
But when she stepped towards the door, she saw something that was sled to her dorm.
They seemed to be, neatly written, detailed lecture notes.
Above them, rested a small sticky note, reading “I’m here if you need me”
In the deepest of my heart, in the darkness of my thoughts
I still see your sun, waking up alone
Dreaming about you, everything you've done
Everything you said
Now you're with someonelse
I know that you are in love with another girl again
But she is not like us, I wish I was like her
Tran Shan & Do (and sometimes Trask) - Often thinking they are each others' long-term lovers because of how often they've been manipulated into having sex with each other.
reblog if your name isn't Amanda.
2,121,566 people are not Amanda and counting!
We’ll find you Amanda.
These love birds got to dress up and go to a ball (they are lowkey on a mission in my head)
A scene from a bigger something I’ve not written yet.
I looped my pinky finger round his. “Do you promise?” I expectantly asked, hoping and praying for my desired answer.
“Of course.”
I was in his arms in a millisecond, holding onto him tighter than what was humanly possible. I didn’t care. Feverishly, he held me back with an equal fire.
In that moment, all was well; all was right.
I didn’t have to pretend anymore.
He whispered softly against my ear, “I love you. I can’t remember not loving you, and I don’t ever want to forget loving you. You have me, my heart and soul, my head and heart, my everything. It’s all yours. Forever and always - yours.”
Drawing back ever so slightly, I stood on my tip toes and pressed a feather light kiss onto his soft, red lips.
“I’m yours too. Forever and always,” I murmured quietly as I drew back from his addicting lips. “I don’t ever want to stop being yours.”
“HIS BANDMATE/NEMESIS” HAHAHSHSHAH kudos to whoever wrote this.
Also, the article was so “professional” in a way, and then that pops up.
#aretheywrong?
my love for you is incomprehensible
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now that I’ve embarrassed myself in the lime light of love. Now that I’ve put harm to myself and threatened you. Now that I’ve clawed my way of the emergency room with hands pinning me down.
Can I finally let you go. Can I forget the sound of your voice, can I stop trying to breathe how you breathe.
Is this the final act of loving you.
I am too good at loving the villain, romanticising the devil. maybe this is why I always searched for monsters under my bed, ready to invite him in.
maybe all this time, the monster under my bed was you. I was destined for nothing other than a fire love, torture. this is why your pain does not scare me. I was born to love your darkness and fed you my light.
come on my love, I will hide under the bed with you forever.
in another universe I wasn’t scared to hate you. in another universe I hurt you just as much as you hurt me.
In another universe forgetting you was easy.
But this isn’t another universe. It’s reality and I still love you even though you hurt me.
Dear Harvey,
I never thought that I’d have to write a goodbye letter to you. I guess I just thought that we would end at least as friends, but it’s been two weeks since our conversation and I wonder if we just said goodbye without saying goodbye. This is the part where I start to wonder if the last ten months ever meant anything to you and if it was all just a moment in your life you’ll never think about again. Strangers to lovers and back to strangers again. I never was one for saying goodbye. Even if I see you ten years from now, I think my heart will still feel heavy. I think a part of me is ready to let go. To let what happened between us rest. Holding onto you is starting to hurt, and love should never hurt.
I do love you and the thing is... I’m only seventeen. And seventeen is a really inconvenient time to be in love with someone. I hope you know though, that I don’t blame you for anything. Sometimes people hurt other people and things like that need to happen for people to grow.
I think maybe we did belong to each other just for a slight moment it felt right. I’d like to blame time; she is an awful person to some. I don’t think she has ever liked me.
I’d like to blame those stupid books I read. The true blasphemy of literature is the romanticization of romance. They make it beautiful—all soft words, and elegant lines—and enchanting, with magic sparkling in the margins. And you can feel it in the depths of your soul, an unexplored ocean of laughter and tears and dreams all melded together. The yearning for a kiss that brushes against the steady and so so warm pulsing beat of life—against the smooth skin of a lover's neck. The desperation to touch another being and feel that they’re alive, right there next to you—right there, and never leaving. To love and be loved is a jewel among treasures and all that we each seek—all that we each desire.
It burns and it burns, and it burns. The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made you face your choices alone. But not in this one. You would sail to Troy, and I would follow, even into death. But I'm afraid we have reached the end of our love story. I’m turning to the next page, and you’ll stay on the one behind. Only to be read when my daughter who in twenty years will cry to me about how she loves a boy so much it burns her. I did too. I still do.
“I never meant to hurt you”
but you did.
the most.
it takes a certain kinda soul to see the beauty in someone’s darkness. Perhaps the truest kinda love is loving the darkest most ugliest parts of someone, and understanding that you might not be able to change them, but you’ll love them anyway.
love is understanding that he brought back the light in me, and I created the light in him. Even if the story ends with us shinning in different rooms.
the more I grow older, the more I realise, poets are liars. missing someone is not a romanticise ghost that haunts the corner of my room. It’s not remembering the smell with the flashes of good memories resurfacing . it’s hearing someone that sounds like them and your throat catching and then suddenly you’re unable to speak. It’s smelling what they used to smell like, and an uneasy amount of home sick rises up to your stomach and all of a sudden it pours out. It’s going to bed with a drowned pillow because the moment you close your eyes, they’re there. Picture perfect, as clears as day. the way they felt burns your body from the inside out. failing in love with someone is like the loving the devil, you’re lucky if you’re anything but a pawn in his silly little game.
sometimes the people we want forever aren’t always the people that want us forever, and that’s okay.
On June 24th at 16:53, you messaged me for the very time saying “heyo” and we made some jokes. A couple days later we somehow ended up sharing the music room together at school.
You played the guitar and I glazed my fingers over the keyboard, too nervous to play, too scared to fail you. Music moves so smooth when you play it.
We spoke all the time after that, until we didn’t anymore and you went away.
I remember the way you sang that night at your house, how you told me I was beautiful after you saw me in a way no human ever had before. How it felt believable coming out of your mouth.
It was a different kind of love this time around, you made me feel… different. I don’t know where you are now, or who you’re in love with but I hope you’re happy. And I hope that in some way, you think of me the way I think of you.
