#fictional girlfriend

[jacethebibliophile]

me trying to rationalize anything a fictional character does is starting to get bad “okay, objectively he ripped out someone’s eye but like he’s PRETTY”

[satanwritesmythirstposts]

I wonder just how many people out there have sex toys named after their fictional/celebrity crushes 🤔

[rose-lord-of-simps]

Look sometimes you’re just having a really tough day or a really hard time and you need a partner to lean on for a bit. Or you need someone to evoke a strong emotion catharsis in you that you cry or get mad. And if fictional characters are what help, if the content creators (including fan fiction and stuff) make is what helps with these character that’s okay. My comfort character is actually Hawks from My Hero Acedemia and Ive never watched the anime. But female Hawks calling me babe and sunshine while on a phone call or even just some angry head cannons, helps get me through the day without feeling like there is something wrong with me. So if fictional characters and loving them makes you feel good and helps you, then why should you try to stop and hide it? One day you may find a real life partner who you love dearly. But until you find your real life match, fictional ones are nice to keep you going.

[poetofmuse]

Somedays, all I wanna do is lie in bed and dream about fictional characters but then adulting shows up.

[yesterdaystommorow]

~ Part 1

"Are you up?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Just feeling odd..."

"Dat's cuz YOU are odd!"

"Not funny"

" Okay, I'm serious. Do you know any reason for feeling that way?"

" I'm scared"

"What? Why?"

"That... We'll fall apart."

" So you think that we'll fall apart and do this ENTIRE life thingy alone? You know I've tiny eyes, I'm practically blind, with your XXL eyes, I can see you miles away so if we fall apart, I'll head home. Besides what's the fun in 100 m race? I want HURDLES!!!!!!! We'll jump and fall, dunk and get all the dirt on us, run into them and each other and stumble, most importantly, we'll have fun. And I will win so I'll have double fun."

" I knew there had to be at least one reason to love your dumbass"

_____________________________

Part 2

It seemed as if the conversations were glued to the ceiling. There was no way to tell if the drops staining her cheeks and pillow were the result of constant staring or her flooding emotions.

Little moonlight that escaped from the blinds show scattered tissues and torn papers.

Why do we fall in this damned trap despite convincing ourselves against it every time?

Should I reach out? What if he ignores?

This is absurd. If I cannot love myself enough to stand my ground how can I claim I love anyone else? I don't.

Then what was about his restricted smile, sad eyes, playful eyebrows, hearty laugh and warm hands?

"Maybe he's got a high BP", said a voice. Seeing the confusion and embarassment on her face as she didn't know she was thinking aloud, voice continued, " I came just a moment ago. I was heading bedward, I heard your voice and thought you needed something. You clearly do."

"I'm sorry I'll sleep soon. I don't need anything, thank you"

"You might think so", said the firm voice, loud and clear.

"Should I reach out?"

"If that'll make you feel better in this moment, yes. Also you should try to sleep."

~ Part 3

"Are you up?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

" Are you doing well?"

"Sure. You?"

" Not quite. I'm scared."

" Because we fell apart?"

" No, because we haven't."

" I have. I've to go. Sleep well."

~ Part 4

With the phone in his trembling hands, he got up to shut the blinds and dissolve in the calm of darkness. Nothing to hide anymore. Who knew his tiny eyes could shed so many tears.

Why are feelings always same yet abstruse? Everyone knows what love, anger, hurt, angst, grief feel like, we still fail to identify and acknowledge these basic emotions. Every time.

I wish I could talk more. Tell her that she's my light but only opposites attract...I am the darkness I promised to save her from.

Stupid Love.

~ Part 5

"Are you up? I apologize for texting but I feel scared."

" Hey. I think you should try to sleep"

" I cannot."

" What's up, then?"

" I think you forgot your way to home"

.

.

.

" I did not. I'm just a little late. Cook something good, we'll have dinner together."

"What? It's not funny."

" It is not. I read somewhere, ' Darkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding'. I cannot save you by pushing you away from me. The only way I can protect you is by being with you. After all I cannot afford to let you lose your sight. I mean it'll be a complete waste of those HUGE eyes. Also, the surge in your craziness without me is multifold."

"I missed this. I missed you."

" Wow just that? I wrote so much for you."

" I'm scared..."

" Good. You should be scared to lose a charming human being like me. Jokes apart, you know I LOVE YO-"

*random music*

She woke up with a start, yawned, stretched and turned the alarm off. Her dreams are crazy detailed. She could never understand why she has recurring dreams about this guy she has never met or known. Today's the day she turned 21, it's the day she's going to receive The Scroll.

The Scroll is sitting on the table. It's cream coloured lined with red. The words read -

Life's not mysterious, it's well planned system of operations and missions. Everything happens for a reason. Soulmates are real. Your dreams are real insights from future or mere tasks for you to find your person and complete your task - one of the many ways we try to maintain the thrill of life is through these dreams. Also, heartbreaks are not real, they're the glitches in the code, please don't hesitate to start looking for your human. Another important reveal is that your spirit animal is a frog (your love for rain and your eyes *wink wink*) More details in next scroll that you're to receive tomorrow. Good luck. Happy living.

[scoobiessnacks]

I have an unhealthy obsession with falling in love with fictional characters. One minute I can be fangirling about how much I love them and then the next I could be sobbing my heart out cause either they don’t exist or because they died in a book/show.

There is no in between

-ScoobiesSnacks

[secretly-a-spacecadet]

My fictional type is: Goth/alternative girls, the crazy one and the one who could kill me and if they didn’t have a slight moral compass would kill me.

[the-leech-lord]

F/O: *exists*

Me: *jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair* Ahem, you look very lovely.