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ayyyez · 1 year

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Headcanons on shisui, minato, and Yamato on how they'd react to their s/o (civilian shinobi or otherwise:)) getting attacked and almost dying? 😭 need the agnst in my life rn I love ur work ur iconic uwu

A/N: the angsssst! but it's okay I love angst it's what I do haha but mostly as long as it has a happy ending because we deserve that as a treat as do they. And aw thanks sm!

TAGS: angst, reader attacked/almost dies, sad characters, mini scenarios rather than headcanons, mentions of hospitals, mentions of wounds, mentions of being impaled, no graphic injuries, characters blaming themselves, long post under cut

CHARACTERS: Shisui Uchiha, Minato Namikaze, Yamato

SHISUI UCHIHA

Shisui is usually the calm and collected one no matter the situation. He can take out any enemy. Always has a plan and can lighten any situation with a lighthearted quip should it call for it.

But this, oh god nothing can prepare him for this.

You're not supposed to be able to get hit. Your entire jutsu is supposed to be impenetrable. More so than that, he's supposed to be your eyes in case things go wrong, your back up.

The enemy found a weak spot though—pulled a thread in the seam everything falls apart right in front of him.

Shisui feels so powerless as he calls your name.

'I've got you.' He says, catching you just before you hit the ground.

He ducks for cover as kunai come at him from all sides. The rest of the squad focus on the guy who got you. Taking down the rest of the enemies is a sinch in comparison. He can't even think about anything else except getting you out and alive.

When he makes it through the thick of the trees he feels you tremble in his arms.

'Shisui.' You call his name, same as you have a thousand times before but this time it's so quiet, almost ghostly.

Shisui is terried to look down but he has to. He can't let you down by betraying his fears. He needs to make you feel safe.

'H-hey.' He doesn't mean to let his voice slip and tremble as he sees how you don't look so good. 'It's going to be alright. We're almost there.'

You manage a nod.

By the time he makes it to the medics you begin to fade and he panics. They take you off his hands and into the tent to tend to your wounds.

Shisui spends the whole time pacing outside pale as a ghost.

He can't sit or stand still. He's a jolting mess. He can barely accept the water or food offered to him by his comrades.

It's the longest wait of his life waiting for you to wake up.

'Shisui.' Is the first thing you say as you come to.

He cries he's so overcome with emotion. Takes your hand and drops his face against it. Poor Shisui is so exhausted and has been so scared he just loves you so much.

MINATO NAMIKAZE

Guilt overwhelms Minato as he sits in the hospital room waiting for you to wake up.

He wasn't there when you had been injured because he held so much faith in your ability to hold your own and now he can't help but blame himself for being so carless. He should have been there. He should have been with you.

It's not that now he believes you can't handle yourself, it's that he should have been there anyway. Anyone can slip up. Anything can happen. This is proof of that and he knows that now.

If he could go back and do things differently—

No it's too late for that. He would do right and better by you now.

He stays by your side each day waiting for you to wake up. He speaks to you, tells you little things about each day that are trivial but also deep things like how much he cares for you.

'I'm sorry.' He whispers, stroking your hand. 'I love you, I'll be here when you wake up.'

He lets go of your hand and walks over to the window to look out onto the village below.

Everything seems smaller, holds less meaning without you here awake beside him. It's like something is missing. He's no longer quite whole.

There's a stiring behind him and Minato turns wide eyed to find you coming to.

He can't quite believe it when your eyes flutter open.

'Mmm.' You groan. 'Damn that hurts.'

A soft chuckle escapes him and then a few tears too. Just a flood of relief hits at the signs of you being there.

Then you turn to him, a little more awake.

'Hey.' You say. 'What are you doing all the way over there, huh?'

And that's all it takes for him to just crowd you in the tightest (but also careful) hug.

'I'm so glad you're awake.' He whispers. 'I'm so sorry.'

'Don't be sorry.' You assure him. 'I'm glad you're here though.'

He pulls away and looks you deep in the eyes. 'I love you.'

It's enough to take your breath away. 'I love you, too.'

YAMATO

The image of you jumping in front of him to protect him is something Yamato will never forget. He's not sure he can forgive you for it either if you don't wake up.

He knows neither of you had a choice but—

Seeing you there impaled is just not something he can ever forgive.

You should have let it hit him. Village be damned he'd rather—okay he would not rather hundreds of other people die instead of you getting injured but that's besides the point! He should never of had to see you that way. If you didn't worm your way into his life and make him care then—

Oh who is he kidding.

Yamato could never be mad at you.

He's mad at himself. He should never have agreed to put you in this situation in the first place. There should have been a better strategy. He should have thought up a better strategy.

'It was an impossible situation, stop beating yourself up over it and just be there instead.'

Yamato lifts his head.

'Kakashi.' He balls his fists against his pants then sighs unfurling them. 'I know it's just—'

'Just that you think you could have strategised yourself out of an impossible situation now that it's over.'

'This is different.'

'It's always different with the people we care about.' He gives him a knowing expression. 'With the people we love.'

'I don't need a pep talk right now.'

'No but you also don't need to sit here waiting for someone to scold you like you've done something wrong.'

Yamato gives him a doubtful look.

'You both did your duty and what you wanted to do so now you ought to both be together for the waking up part.' Kakashi sighs. 'Neither of you are dying today.'

Yamato takes a deep breath letting it settle in his lungs before he exhales again. Kakashi was right. He needs to be by your side.

'Okay.' Is all he says before he stands and heads to your room, leaving his senpai behind.

The tension is palpable as he enters your room. The machines beeping and your assisted breathing fill his ears. He sits beside you timid as he shifts closer.

'Sorry, I took so long.' Is all he whispers as he wakes for you to wake.

Your eyes flicker open a few moments later as if to let him know it's alright. He's not mad anymore, only relieved. Loved.

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bteezxyewriter12 · 2 months

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Back to Me

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 5k

Includes- Angst, Fluff

Based on the song Back to Me by the Rose

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Seonghwa POV

Sitting on the floor in front of her apartment door, I wait for her to come home

This is the only way I can see her, the only way I know to get her to talk to me

To get her back

Called me all day

But I never pick up

Instead of pulling my weight

Always pushing my luck

Our relationship was volatile near the end

It didn't start out that way

Meeting in high school, high school sweethearts

Falling completely in love

I finally had someone who loved me, who cared, who'd do anything for me

My childhood and teenage years were awful

My parents were complete assholes and abusive

But when I met her.....it's like everything fell into place

Everything was worth living for again

As long as she smiled at me, I was happy

As long as she kissed me, I was loved

As long as she held me, I was safe

As long as she loved me, I was worth it

Then we graduated

She went to college to become a teacher

I didn't go to college and started my string of dead end jobs

But we were still happy

We moved in together and everything was amazing

Until I started drinking

And kept on drinking

And I started treating her like crap

I'm a mean drunk and I fought with her all the time over nothing

Screaming matches, I'd make her cry then I'd leave, disappearing for days

She'd call me all day and I wouldn't pick up the phone

The times I did pick up was to yell at her to leave me alone

I'd flirt with other girls

I never cheated on her, I would never and even when I did flirt it was just to get drinks at the bar because I was always broke

Spending our money on alcohol

Money we needed for rent and bills

Money that she was making for us

You gave me all that I could take

Yeah, I took it all for granted

And through it all, she loved me

Accepted my apologies when I used to give them in the beginning

I'd cry, beg her to forgive me and she always did

After awhile I knew my sorries meant nothing because I kept doing the same things, so I stopped apologizing

Act like nothing happened whenever I came back home or woke up the next day

And she never said a word, never demanded an apology, just told me she loves me over and over

Offer her help which I accepted when I was sober and ignored when I was drunk

I took her for granted

I took her love for granted

I thought she'd always be there

And now she's not

I remember thinking

I don't need you

But then time passed by

And it's so untrue

Now I'm the rain over your parade

Reason you're over me

When we had fights and I was so incensed, I used to think I didn't need her

And when she broke up with me three months ago, I yelled in her face that I don't need her

After the break up I kept thinking, convincing myself, I didn't need her

I was better off without her

I didn't need her nagging

Didn't need her help she offered with my drinking problem

I didn't need her smile, didn't need her holding me

I didn't need her love

I was fine

But in the back of my head I knew it wasn't true

And as time passes I'm not denying that it's untrue anymore

I can't stop thinking about her

I miss her so much it physically hurts

It's killing me to not wake up to her every morning, to not have her in my arms, to not have her to come home too

I'm dying without her

I love her more than anything in this world

But she's over me

And it hurts so fucking much, I can't breathe

The worst part

It's all my fault

Calling all day

Tryna make things right

Since you told me hit the road

I've been running on empty

If anything I know

It's how to ruin a happy ending

Ever since Wooyoung sent me that fucking picture, I've been calling her all day for the last two days

And jokes on me because now she's not picking up the phone

And I'm feeling the way she felt when I wouldn't pick up

Panicky

Upset

Desperate to hear her voice

Worried

I've been falling apart since she threw me out of her apartment but I hid it, pushed it away

I was angry she left me and I blamed everything on her

I held on to the anger for a few weeks until the pain of not being with her was too much and I couldn't hide it anymore

We were on our way to a happy ending until I fucked it up

I just had to start drinking and ruin everything

She always said I was the one she wanted forever, the one she'd marry, have a family with and I wanted that desperately too

But I ruined it all

I remember when you still needed me

Don't know how I let it go so easily

But I always keep making the same mistakes

Maybe I never deserved you anyways

I never deserved her

I knew that from the moment she said yes to me

I was always made to believe I was worthless, a loser, going nowhere in life by my parents and my family

Until her

But I always knew I didn't deserve her

I was always grateful for her love

Happy she loved me, she wanted me

Even after everything started falling apart, she stayed, continued to love me

I didn't deserve that

Not when I fought with her constantly, when I left her alone when she needed me

When I made her cry

I couldn't stand to see her cry, knowing she was crying because of me and I had to leave

I should of stayed there with her, held her, apologized, comforted her

But I ran away

She needed me and I left her

She always said she needed me but she really didn't

I needed her but she didn't need me

She said she needed me to hold her at night, she needed to cuddle me when we watched TV, she needed me with her, near her, she needed my love

I wasn't sure about that then or even now but I do know that the times she did truly need me, when she was crying, when I left her alone for days, I wasn't there

I ignored her

I failed her

I can make you mad

I can make you scream

I can make you cry

I can make you leave

I can make you hate me

For everything

I can make a world out of broken dreams

I can make you say things you don't mean

I can unmake all we were made to be

But I can't make you come back to me

I know whenever we fought it drove her crazy

I'd say stupid shit, making her angry, making her say things I knew she didn't mean

Like I'm a jerk, an asshole, a stupid idiot, a drunk

Made her threaten to leave me

Make her scream at me

She'd never wanted to fight, always tried to diffuse the situation but I kept going, pushing her buttons until she lost it

I made her leave the fight a few times

Making it too much for her to deal with that she just walked away

Lock herself in the bedroom or go stay at her friend's house

I made her cry way too many times

I always said I'd never make her cry when we first got together

But I failed miserably at that

The last fight we had, the one that finally broke her was bad

I was drunk at some bar, flirting with some girl to get her to pay for my drinks

One of my friends called her to come and get me

I remember the hurt on her face when she saw me laughing with the other girl

Smiling, flirting, the girl touching my bicep I was flexing for her

Even though I was drunk, I saw how unhappy she was, how sad and I hated myself

She came over to me and told me she came to bring me home

I fought with her, because of course I did

I told her to go the fuck away, leave me alone

She wouldn't leave, begging me to come home with her

"Please Hwannie. Come home"

She tugged on my arm and I was so out of it, I let her drag me out of the bar

When the cool air hit me once we were out in the street, it woke me up a bit and I realized she was taking me home

Walking me to her car

And I snapped

"Get the fuck off me!", I shouted, pulling my arm out of her grip

"Hwa, stop baby. You need to come home and sleep this off"

"I don't want to go anywhere with you!", I shouted, ashamed of how I was acting and that just pissed me off more

"Seonghwa!"

"You go home. I don't want to fucking go there. I hate being there"

"I'm there baby", she whispered

"I don't give a fuck! I don't want to be around you! All you do is fight with me and it's annoying! You're fucking annoying!"

I remember her starting to cry and it infuriated me

I was angry with myself and took it out on her

I was screaming at her to shut the fuck up in the middle of the sidewalk, to get the fuck away from me, that I wanted her gone

"Seonghwa, I love you-"

"I don't care!", I screamed, "I don't want you! I can't stand you!"

She cried harder, "I...I can't do this anymore Seonghwa. I love you so much but I can't take this anymore. You've been gone for five days and I just want you home with me"

"I don't want to go home! I want to go back inside, I want to drink and flirt with girls who'll buy me what I want!"

She shook her head, "Seonghwa, if you....if you don't come home with me that's it. It's over. You and me....it's over. I love you but I can't drive myself crazy worrying about you, fighting with you. You need help and I want to help you"

"I don't want your help!", I shouted, "I don't fucking need you!"

I remember the tears rolling down her face as she said, "If you don't come home with me right now, then don't come back"

"Fine", I snapped, then turned around and walked right back to the bar, her sobs making me angry at the moment but remembering it now, those sobs break me

I went back to the bar and drank until I blacked out

I woke up on Hongjoong's couch

I found out later that she texted Hongjoong to watch me and bring me to his house

He told me what happened the night before, that her and I were over

I didn't believe him, taking for granted that she wouldn't really leave me

I drank the next night and the next, staying away from the apartment

I only realized everything was real, she really left me, was when I woke up in Hongjoong's apartment three days later and all my stuff was in his living room in boxes

I asked him what the fuck was going on and he reminded me that we broke up

He relayed the fight again, relayed how I made the decision by walking away from her and how she was following through with that decision

He told me she packed all my stuff and asked him to come get it

And I knew in that moment that I took everything too far

I unmade everything we were and everything we were supposed to be

That was the day my world ended, the day I pushed it all away until slowly, bit by bit I'm here now, utterly broken and desperate to talk to her

I could do all the wrong things but I can't make her come back to me

The only thing I can do is try

Which is why I'm here, waiting for her to come home

To convince her to come back to me

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I wait hours until I hear footsteps coming down the hall

She's looking at her phone as she walks towards her apartment

I take the few seconds before she sees me to take her in

Beautiful like always but her whole aura is....sad?

She looks skinnier than the last time I saw her, darker bags under her eyes and she looks exhausted

She looks how I look and feel

Miserable

Her head lifts, her gaze landing on me

Her eyes narrow and harden, a pissed off look forming on her face

"What do you want?", she snaps as I stand up

I know she's mad and I deserve every ounce of her anger

"I...I want to talk to you"

"I have nothing to say. Go away"

She breaks eye contact, moving to the door

I stand aside so she can unlock it

"Please? Just for ten minutes?"

"Seonghwa-"

"Please?", I beg, my voice shaky

I don't know how else to get her back if she won't speak to me

She glares, "You have ten minutes. Then you fucking leave"

I nod, hoping that she'll take me back and I'll never have to leave again

She turns her back to me, walking in her apartment and I follow like a lost puppy

Because truthfully, I'm completely lost without her

"What do you want?", she snaps, throwing her bag and her jacket on the couch, then facing me, her arms crossed over her chest

"I'm sorry", I blurt

"No you're not", she snarls

"Yes I am. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have walked away from you. I shouldn't have fought with you. I should of went home with you that night"

"But you didn't. You wanted to drink and flirt with other girls. You got your wish. You can go and flirt with anyone you want. So why don't you go do that and leave me alone"

"Because I want you", I whisper, ashamed at the things I said to her

I know it hurt her so much

It would hurt me if she said she wanted to flirt with other guys

"No you don't. You walked away from me remember?", she snaps, "Oh wait, you probably don't because you were piss faced drunk"

"I'm sorry", I repeat, desperate for her to see how fucking sorry I really am, "I...I want to come back. I want you"

She snorts, "Now you want me? Now you wanna be here? Where were you when I needed you?"

I don't answer, ashamed

I wasn't with her, where I was supposed to be

"No answer? Well I'll answer for you. You were at the bar getting shit faced. You were flirting with other girls to get drinks. You were gone for days, never answering your phone. When all I wanted was you, you were doing who the fuck knows"

I wasn't here with her but I wasn't doing anything significant when I was gone

Mostly sleeping off my hangover in one of my friend's apartments

Then I'd go out at night again to get drunk again and it would all happen all over again

"I don't even know if you ever cheated on me"

"I didn't", I answer immediately, "I never did"

"How do you know? You were always too far gone to remember what you did"

I shake my head, adamant about this

I know I never cheated on her

I never would

Even when I was drunk, one of the guys was always there

To watch me but really they didn't have to

They told me I never tried anything with any girl, except to flirt to get drinks

And anytime a girl came on to me, I told them no

So even piss faced drunk I didn't cheat on her

"I know. The guys know. They were there. They saw me refuse every girl that came on to me when I was drunk. And I never tried to get with any girl. I only flirted to get my drinks paid for. You can ask them"

They even told me I was the most well behaved drunk they've known, in that aspect anyway

"Whatever", she snaps, "It doesn't change the fact that you would rather get drunk than be home with me"

"That's not true!", I answer, upset she thinks that, "It's just, when I get alcohol in me that's all I wanted but when I was sober all I wanted was to be with you. And that's all I want, is to be with you again. All I want is you"

She just shakes her head, looking away, "Why are you here Seonghwa? It's been three months and I haven't heard from you since the day we broke up. There's more you're not telling me. What happened? Why are you here now? Why not a month ago? Why not a week after we broke up? Why now?"

"Because", I exclaim, my heart hurting just thinking about it, "You went out with someone else! And the thought of another man touching you...I can't handle it"

She stares at me like I've lost my mind

I feel like I lost my mind

"What the hell are you talking about? I haven't gone out with anyone"

Is she really gonna lie to me?

To my face?

"Yes you did Joanne. Wooyoung saw you out with some guy at a diner", I tell her, pulling my phone out and opening it to the picture

The picture Wooyoung took of her and the guy and sent to me, effectively breaking my heart

I can't even look at it without tearing up

Holding it up, I show it to her, a look of anger and disbelief on her face

"Wooyoung took the picture and sent it to me"

"Oh my god, he's such a creep!", she yells, her eyes moving from the picture to me, "And you're a fucking idiot!"

Well, I don't know what I expected but this reaction was not it

"That guy is a friend and coworker! He's married!", she shouts, "His wife was coming back from a business trip and he had some time to kill before going to meet her at the airport. He said he was going to get something to eat and invited me along"

Ok it's not a date but that guy could still want her

Being married never stopped anyone from cheating

And it doesn't mean she doesn't like him that way either

"And you went", I accuse

"Yes I went!", she snaps, "I went because I couldn't stand being back in this apartment alone for another entire night!"

Her eyes fill with tears and I hate that I'm making her cry yet again

"This entire apartment is filled with you! With memories of you!", she sobs, glaring at me angrily, "I can't handle it. Everything I look at reminds me of you! I can't sit on the couch because all I think about is you sitting there playing a stupid video game or us cuddling while we watched tv"

I swallow hard at the emotion in her voice

I didn't know she thought about us

The last time I saw her...it seemed like she had given up on us

"I can't sleep on your side of the bed or hell even in the middle because all I remember is you holding me all night. The kitchen reminds me of us cooking together. The shower reminds me of you washing my hair and us having soap fights. Every room is filled with you!"

"Jo-", I start, not sure what I want to say but I just want to make her feel better

I was wrong about everything

Again

I thought she was over me

I didn't know she's just as bad as I am

"And you're a fucking idiot if you think I could just go out with someone else after three months of not being with you!", she yells, "That's something you would do, not me!"

"I wouldn't-"

"Shut up!", she cries, "If you don't think that this entire break up hasn't completely devastated me, that I'm not utterly lost without you, then you're a fucking moron! I miss you all the time. You're all I think about. Wondering if you found a new girl to be with and forgot all about me"

"I didn't", I shake my head, "I didn't jagi"

"Three months is not enough time to get over someone I love more than anything in this world", she whispers, "It's not enough time to get over the love of my life, if that's even possible"

Hearing her call me the love of her life keeps the hope I have alive

The hope that she might forgive me and take me back

"You're the love of my life Jo", I tell her

She snorts through tears, "Fuck off Seonghwa"

"No! I won't fuck off ", I say loudly, "You had your turn to speak, now it's mine!"

"There's nothing to say Seonghwa. You've more than proven that I'm nothing you want. You screamed in my face that you don't want me and don't need me. Remember?"

"I was stupid!", I yell, "I was. I did everything wrong but I won't let you think I don't love you. Of course I need you. I love you"

She looks away and I can tell she doesn't know if she should believe me

"Jo, I've never loved anything in my life until you", I confess, "I love you with everything in me baby. I'm going insane without you"

I move closer to her, taking her hand and breathing in relief when she doesn't pull away

"You're all I think about", I tell her, "I miss you so much Jo, it fucking hurts. I'm just as lost without you jagi. Everyday, I wake up in dread because you're not next to me and I remember that I can't see you. I can't just pick up the phone and call you, I can't spend the day with you and it's soul crushing"

I blink away the tears pooling in my eyes from how heartbroken I am without her

"When I saw the picture Wooyoung sent me, I felt like I was dying jagi", I confess, the tears falling down my face, "I...I realized that I really lost you and the thought of you with another guy...fuck it killed me. And it made me realize that I have to change my life to be the man you deserve"

She shakes her head, "You can't change for me Seonghwa. You have to change for you. You'll just end up resenting me if you change for me"

"I am changing for me and for you jagi. I..I need help to do it but I'm going to"

"What are you talking about?", she asks quietly

I take a breath to tell her everything I've started changing once Wooyoung sent me that picture

"I stopped drinking jagi. I got into an AA group and I went to the first meeting yesterday"

I know my drinking was a huge problem

I'd become belligerent, say hurtful things to her, make her cry

I never want to do that again

"Wow, that's...that's really good Seonghwa. That'll help you so much. I'm...I'm happy for you", she says, genuine shock and relief in her face

I nod, glad I can actually show her I'm changing

"I also found a therapist to go to. Psychologist. To talk about the shit I've had to go through when I was young. To get to the bottom of the drinking problem and get better"

Her eyes widen as she takes in my words

"I...uh...I also got a job", I tell her, "A real job with Hongjoong. He's ..he's going to teach me to be a mechanic"

That's something I was always interested in but with my drinking there was no way I could concentrate on trade school and no one would let me work on cars anyway

"Hongjoong hired you?"

"Yeah", I nod, "One uh, one of the conditions to keep working with him is that I stay sober, go to AA meetings and keep seeing the psychologist"

"That's good Seonghwa. He's a good friend to help you like this"

He is

I don't know where I'd be without him

But there is someone else I need

"I need you baby", I whisper

Her eyes break away from mine, darting to the floor, her face unsure

"I don't....know Seonghwa. I miss you and I love you more than anything...but I can't...I can't go through everything again. I can't handle the fights, the way it seems like you hate me when you get angry-"

"I don't hate you. I never hated you baby. I love you more than anything", I tell her, "It'll be hard jagi, I...I may fuck up a bit but I will never let it get like it used to be. I won't be drinking baby so that will cut out a lot of our problems"

"But you might get....irritable because you can't drink"

I nod, knowing that's true

It's what the AA meeting leader said could happen

"Yeah baby, that's when... I...I'll need your help too...if you can"

"You want my help?", she asks quietly

I know it's shocking

I never wanted her help before but now I can't think of anyone better to help me then her

"Yeah baby", I answer, "I..I know they'll be setbacks and it'll be difficult but there's no one I'd rather have by my side than you"

She bites her lip hesitantly

"I can do it easier with you jagi. Please baby, give me one more chance? Come back to me?"

I hold my breath, waiting for her answer

Hoping, praying that she takes me back

"This is your last chance Seonghwa", she says softly, "I understand you may fall off the wagon a few times and I'll help you if that happens but if it gets to be like before....with you out all night, getting drunk every night, flirting, never coming home, fighting with me then it's over for good. Nothing you say will make me take you back"

"I understand jagi", I tell her, hope filling me, "I won't let it get to that, I promise"

She nods, "Ok Hwannie"

"Ok? I...I can come home? With you?", I ask, wanting confirmation

She nods, "You can come home Hwa"

Her words wash over me and I immediately pull her into my arms, holding her tightly, burying my face in her neck and sobbing in relief and utter happiness

"I love you Jo. I love you so much", I cry

Her arms move around me and I break down more, the feeling of being in her arms absolute heaven

"I love you Seonghwa. More than anything in this world baby", she sobs too, her arms so tight around me, "My Hwa"

"Only yours", I assure her, "Just yours. I love you"

"I love you"

Pulling back a little, I look down at my beautiful jagi, wiping her tears away

Leaning down, I kiss her in a loving kiss I've been waiting to feel since I lost her

And it's one of the best kisses she's ever given me

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"I can bring all my stuff back tomorrow, if it's ok?", I ask her as we get into bed

"Yeah baby. Do you need help packing?"

I shake my head, "I just been crashing at Hongjoong's and everything is still in the boxes you packed. I can just load them up into the car and bring them back"

After we kissed, we've just been glued to each other all night

We ordered food then watched TV, cuddling on the couch

I've never been so happy to have her in my arms, to run my fingers in her hair, to just be with her

I'm never giving that, giving her up again

I will make sure I will be the best man I can be

"You never unpacked?"

I shake my head, "No jagi...I...I guess I didn't think we were really over until I saw the picture of you with that guy"

"He's just a friend baby", she says softly, facing me in bed, running her fingers in my hair, "I swear Hwa. I only love you"

I nod

I know

After tonight, after everything she said, I know she only loves me

"And yeah, you can bring all your stuff back tomorrow baby"

I smile, so fucking happy, so grateful I'm back home, with her

She smiles softly, her thumb moving over my lips softly, "I missed your smile Hwannie. I missed you so much"

"I missed you jagi. I swear baby, I didn't know that I could feel that much pain from not being with you. I honestly don't think I can live without you"

She nods, "I know Hwa. I feel the same way baby. I don't want to be away from you ever again. Please don't hurt me again baby"

"I won't", I swear, "Never again jagi. I shouldn't have to begin with and I'm so sorry I hurt you but I swear, never again"

She nods, moving closer, her lips pressing against mine softly in a sweet kiss

My body immediately relaxes into hers, moving my arms around her, pulling her right against me, kissing her desperately

I need her, it feels like her kisses are reviving me and it's just what I need

"I love you", she murmurs after the kiss

"I love you", I tell her, "So much"

She smiles, kisses me again, then cuddles against me

I kiss the top of her head, holding her tightly so grateful she took me back

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moiravim · 1 year

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Healing

Basil Stitt x teen!reader

Tw: mention of suicide

Basil is your dad and after he's struck by lightning you take care of him and help him heal.

Basil had adopted you just a year or two before the 'incident'. You lived with him in his apartment, so when he was outside for just a bit too long you got nervous and went to check on him.

You find him passed out on the floor with a large burn on his face. Nausea overwhelmes you as your body shakes in fear of loosing your father.

"Dad? Dad!" You call out as you crouch down next to him and try to shake him awake. He shifts a little bit doesn't wake.

You sigh, thankful that he's alive before trying to drag him inside. He was heavy, but you didn't want him to get hurt any more. You layed him down on a rug, unable to lift him onto the couch or a mattress.

You run into his room and bring back a blanket, which you wrap around him.

You sit and wait, eventually becoming too tired and falling asleep with your head on his chest.

You jolt awake from a nightmare. Your father had lost his mind. He had hurt himself in ways unimaginable. You cried when you realized he wasn't next to you and jumped up to look for him.

You checked the balcony first, scared he had jumped. When you went back inside you found him looking in the mirror.

"Dad!" You gasped as you ran up to him and hugged him. "I was so scared, I had a dream that I lost you... I'm so scared" you spit out as you start to cry.

He hugs you back, still looking at his face with a look of shock.

You feel the need to watch over him. To make sure he takes care of himself. The dream felt much too real to ignore.

So that's what you do. You take care of him and help him learn to take care of himself.

Anytime he starts to rage or act on his intrusive thoughts, you distract him. Either by putting on the television or thinking of a game to entertain him.

When your dad called his girlfriend to break up with her, you took the phone and explained everything to her. At first he was mad at you but eventually he'd be thankful.

It feels almost as if your in charge of keeping his life together. He often got pissed off and started breaking things and you were the only one there to calm him.

He cries and apologizes to you anytime he tries hurting himself or snaps at you. He feels like he's bad for you and wants you to leave him, but you refuse.

Basil makes you go get food for him because; "I don't want them to see my face. Please, yn". You always give in.

Eventually you try convincing him to go with you to the grocery store. You insist that you can't go alone.

He refuses but after about aweek he agrees. He likes the thought of going with you since he doesn't want anything awful to happen to you.

You start to get ready to go out. You're excited because this is the first time you've gone out with your dad in weeks. Your thankful he agreed.

So when he goes out with a paper bag over his head your confused. It doesn't even look that bad, his scar looks cool to you. But he refuses to leave without it.

You sigh and say; "okay". You grab his hand and walk through the streets with him to the grocery store a few blocks away.

It was embarrassing but you didn't want to upset him even more. He was already going through a lot. And he was slowly getting better. You didn't want to ruin that.

The two of you restocked on groceries when you got home, Basil put everything away and threw out the trash in the fridge.

It was a big step. It's been a while since Basil hadn't done anything in days and you were almost proud of him.

Things started to get better from then on. Eventually his girlfriend came over and Basil tried to explain everything to her.

She felt bad for getting so mad at him after seeing that what you said was true. He really had gone downhill and she hadn't even seen the worst of it.

Basil continues healing and he starts to become a better father. He starts taking care of you instead of the other way around.

He's forever thankful for you and has realized that it's his time to pay you back.

He gets back to work and puts the both of you in Therapy together. After his money starts to become stable again he absolutely spoils you.

He just wants you to be as happy as you used to be, before all this happened.

A/N: I'M SORRY I HAVEN'T WATCHED THIS IN LIKE A YEAR SO IT'S PROB INACCURATE. but I love him too much I had to write this. 😈😈

#oscar isaac x y/n #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac #basil stitt #basil stitt x reader #lightning face #oscar isaac x teen!reader #moon knight x teen!reader #parental figures #found family #parental fanfic #dad oscar isaac #basil stitt x teen!reader

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cielles-random-vault · 1 year

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a lonely confession

part two of my lonely series! though i realised this would've been better if events depicted here would've happened before the ones depicted in the first part but- i'm dumb don't mind me

also ! warnings : implied abuse + small description (being hit because of drunkness)

find part one here!

-Chilling all by yourself carinõ? Asked Miguel as he joined you on the rooftop.

You usually knew him as the strict leader who doesn’t feel anything. But somehow, after he saved you from a near death experience, the two of you instantly became close.

He rapidly knew everything about you, from your favorite color to how you became a spider-person, but also and specially your previous relationship.

It was… chaotic to say the least. As much as you loved your ex-partner, they were not the kind of lover that made you feel validated as a mentally unwell person.

You accepted a lot of things from them, the countless nights waiting for him to come back home, not knowing if he would, cheating, mental abuse and so many other things, but you drew the line at when they started hitting you when they were drunk. It may have happened only once, but to you it was too much. It happened earlier today, during one of the countless days he was drunk. No matter how much you loved them, it was just too much for you to handle for the sake of your mental health.

Now you were sitting here on a rooftop, wondering what you were going to do alone in the streets, with no clothes, no food but most importantly no physical shelter.

-Oh, hello Miguel, you say with an absent smile. I didn’t notice you were here. How’s life recently? You asked, vaguely.

-I’m… alright, but what about you? He asked as he notices your expression felt off.

-Life could be better. Well, it can’t in a way because I got out of my abusive relationship- you know, the one I always talk to you about- they hit me, so I decided it had to end. As much as I feel freed from this relationship I have nowhere to live anymore. (you laid your back on the floor of the rooftop with your legs dangling in the void, the flashing lights of the animated city of New York below you.) I guess I’ll be able to steal some food here and there but I’m afraid I won’t have anywhere to live anymore.

He took an instant before answering.

-That sounds awful I’m sorry to hear that. How are you feeling?

-I don’t really know. We were together since high school so dumping them was a hard decision. Even though I know it’s for the better, I can’t help but think it’s my fault if it ended. Now I’m here, homeless and with no family to contact.

Even though your family was a sensitive subject, he knew it was a painful topic to approach. You sometimes tried to make jokes about your familial situation “ohh my parents are going to be so disappointed if they saw me now, hopefully they can’t” but everyone know it hurts you deep down.

-I don’t know if it can resolve your problem but you can come live at my place if you want. It has been pretty empty for a while now, and I’m not leaving you alone in this state.

-Seems like I don’t really have a choice, you chuckle. I’m not complaining though!

The two of you headed to Miguel’s apartment.

His place was a charming little house in the downtown. It was not particularly big, neither had it anything special, but it gave you a strange warmth in your heart. For the first time in your whole life, you truly felt at home.

-Make yourself at home! He said with a frank smile.

-Thank you, you whisper, unused to that kind of kindness.

Time skip to some time- a week, maybe two, even a month? I don’t know but I don’t want the story to be repetitive and I don’t think Miguel is the kind of guy to fall in love fast (that doesn't make any sense since the two of you were long time friends, but you get the thing. Anyway, that was just me rambling so back to the story.

It was some months since you moved in Miguel’s house. You never questioned your feelings towards him: he was your friend and colleague. However, those past few months got you wondering how it would feel to have him as a lover. Whenever these thoughts crossed your mind- which was pretty often- you shook your head to stop them. But, after all that time, you couldn't get those thoughts out of your head. But he was just different when he was with you. He was kind, caring and sweet.

At night when you couldn’t sleep, you couldn’t help but wonder why, all of a sudden he invited you to live at his place.

Whenever you felt strange, you walked up to the rooftop and tonight was no exception.

Is he in love with me? You ask yourself in a mutter. There’s no way, you think, shaking your head.

As much as you did your best to suppress these thoughts, you secretly hoped they were true.

Is this how it feels to be treated right after years of an abusive relationship? It sure feels great…

-If you keep coming here so often I’m going to feel like you hate me, carinõ. What’s with the avoiding? Asked your best friend.

Your heart skipped a beat when you understood who it was. The more you tried to avoid him – at least when you were in the Spider-Society’s headquarters – the more your feelings for him seemed to grow.

What was stopping you from being in love with him? It was not cheating - and even if it was it would’ve been nothing to everything your ex made you go through – but you somehow felt guilty for feeling love again. It was probably because of the years of mental abuse and gaslighting, both coming from your family and your ex, but with Miguel, it was different. He made you feel valid.

-I don’t know… you start. I thought that if I stopped seeing you so often in the headquarters these feelings would stop but they don’t, in fact it’s as strange as if they seem to grow even more the more I try to stop. And I really don’t know why I feel this way; you probably just see me as friend – or even just as a colleague and –

He interrupted you by cupping your face and giving you a kiss on the lips.

You (obviously) kissed him back, not realizing what was happening. Surprisingly, his lips were as soft as silk.

When the two of you pulled back to take your breaths, a lot of questions rushed in your mind. What did it mean? Did that make the two of you official or was he just playing with you?

-Wait. What does this mean?? You ask, confused.

-It means I fell in love with the most wonderful soul in all the universes there possibly can be. He looked into your eyes before cupping your face again. It all made sense now; the helping, him inviting you to stay at his place, Lyla always asking for you… Everything made sense, especially the strange warmth when you saw his messy morning face… You were simply in love with him, and the most wonderful thing is that he was in love with you too.

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rossellini-tyrell · 9 months

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Nothing's Gonna Change My World

Ch. 7 - Set Me On A Silver Sun (for i know that i'm free) II

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 8

Word Count: 4,230

Warnings:

HUGE TRIGGER WARNING

This chapter contains references to the events of Chapter 1, continued discussion of periods (not that graphic), vomiting (not that graphic) Pairing: Pavitr x F!Reader also found on AO3 and Wattpad.

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It's dark when you next awaken. The first thing that comes to your mind is hot hot hot its hot its burning It feels as if someone's lit a candle just under your nose, dangerously close to your delicate skin. Something heavy, cold, dense sits low in your stomach, you wet your lips and find the sour, acrid aftertaste of chalk. You ease yourself up onto your elbows. Immediately, you realize this was the wrong choice, the something in your stomach shifts, and your belly roils. Head swimming, you stumble off the bed, almost falling all the way down the few steps away your bathroom is. The automatic light clicks on (when did you have that put in?) and you fling yourself over the toilet, now desperately trying to rid yourself of that awful something sitting inside you. Your body is wracked with harsh coughs, fresh tears run steaming hot down your cheeks from the pain.

"H-help. Help," you sputter, seeking comfort as if there was someone to give it.

Behind you, there's thumping, footsteps, closer and closer. "Oh, you poor thing, I'm right here," a soft lament comes from the doorway. The presence comes closer, kneels next to you where you're hunched over. One hand sweeps across your sweaty forehead to make sure there's no hair in your way. The other presses its heel between your shoulder blades, rubbing firm, rhythmic back and forth motions to ground you. You tip your head to one side as much as you dare and find Pavitr there, his eyebrows knitted and his lips quirked into a worried frown. You see the tub behind where he's perched and remember that this isn't your bathroom, nor your apartment. "Make it stop, it hurts," you plead, beg of him as you retch into the bowl. His hand moves to pet your head. "I know, darling, I know," he sadly commiserates, knowing that not even Spider-Man has the power to spare you this pain. "It will be over so soon, I promise you're almost done, you're doing so well,"

"Pavu, please, help," you cry. You can't keep your head up for very long before the next wave of coughing and spasming starts. "Hey, sweet girl, it's okay. I know, I know, I know, it hurts, I know," croons Pavitr, who gives your back a brisk rub. "But I'm here now, and it won't be like this for long. You'll feel better soon, I promise," he assures. You can respond only with a pained sob. "Shhhhh, shhhhh, shhhh, it's okay," he soothes, plants a kiss against the back of your neck. "You're fine, you're fine, everything's fine now," he reassures as you lift your head, loll to one side to rest against one of your arms. "Shh, shh, it's okay, baby girl, shh, shh, shh..." You stay there for a while, your boyfriend's hands soothing over your head and upper back as you wait to see if anything else happens. The silence is broken only by the occasional comforting sound spilling from Pavitr's lips, puffs of breath tickling your cheek. Eventually, you ache for the relief from the heat on your face, you lay down and press your cheek against the blessedly cool tile floor. "S'cold," you mutter. Above you, you hear Pavitr's fond huff. "Better?" he asks. "Mmm," You hum, afraid to move your head too much lest it sets you off. You feel a tissue gently dabbed on your lips to clean you up, then one hand under your head that cradles you against a chest, depriving you of the very nice cold floor. You make your displeasure known with a high grumble. "Hey, hey, hey, c'mere, c'mon," he tuts, taking advantage of his full power to easily get off the ground with only his legs. Pleasantly cool lips press against your forehead. "Still too warm," he remarks. "Hot," you mewl into the crook of Pavitr's neck. "Yes, my brave girl, I gotchu. Let's go, here we go," your boyfriend walks you back to his bed, lays you down, and carefully folds the blankets around you, as if you'd break if left unattended. Your forehead crinkles when you feel his presence depart, and it feels so wrong. "Pavu, Pav d-don't go-," you call out, feeling so lost in your feverish haze. "Don't fret, dove, I'm right here, right here," his comfort is immediate, resounding. You feel one hand caress your temple, the other presses something so wonderfully cool and damp to your forehead, keeping the stuffy heat at bay. "Feels better, yeah?" "Mmm, yeah," you slur, relaxing. You feel arms wind around you from the side, pulling you against a shoulder. Lips peck the top of your head and you're soon pulled back under, under, under. ----

"Hey, (You), hey," a syrupy sweet voice trickles into your ears. "Wha...Pav?" you blearily husk. The room is tinged the purple-pink of the first minutes of dawn, the highlights catch in Pavitr's raven-toned waves. "Hi," he rasps in the fondest way possible, you can just make out the white of his teeth in his smile. One of his thumbs is strumming on your cheek while the other brushes hair off your clammy forehead. "Hey," you respond. You notice that at some point, he's ditched the t-shirt, he's bare-chested save for his track pants. "Sit up for me a second, sweet girl," he gently commands. You try your best to push yourself up through your hands, but fail. No matter, Pavitr scoops you into his lap anyway. "There you go, that's my girl," he praises, even though he did most of the heavy lifting. His lips find your brow, leave a squishy kiss there when he feels the stubborn warmth. "Pav, whathabbened," you yawn. Instantly, you notice a chill on your skin, and not the welcome kind. "Your fever is really high. You've completely sweat through your shirt, ahava," he explains, already starting to peel it up your torso. "...Oh," you reply, realizing how sticky the fabric had become as it's removed. "That's okay, I've gotcha, sonu. Here we go, let me just—" Pavitr frees you from the damp shirt, and covers up your exposed upper body with a big, fluffy towel as you rest your head on his bare chest. He starts to wipe you down as best he can. "—yeah. Let me take care of you," he murmurs. Big hands sweep up and down your ribcage, your back, the curve of your shoulders with a tenderness you initially might not have expected from a superhero, the touch is firm, yet loving, purposeful. A part of you, very quiet now from your illness, hopes he'll do it again someday, without the towel between you.

"Whuh—hey!" you yelp. Pavitr has accidentally poked you square in the boob, and they're tender at this point in the cycle. "Shit, sorry, I'm so sorry dove, I'll be more careful," he profusely apologizes, his hands immediately becoming oh so gentle. Through the haze of your fever, you can see his face fall in a way that it does when he sees stray dogs in the street. "Perv," you quip. You watch Pavitr's head snap up at breakneck speed, face fixed with a horrified expression. One that deflates in relief once he sees the fond smirk you used up most of your energy to muster. "You can't scare me like that, darling," he halfheartedly reprimands, dropping a kiss on your hair. "Deserved it for poking my boob..." you trail off. Pavitr sniffs a grin, and reaches behind him to retrieve a shirt. His shirt, to be specific, the one he'd worn that evening. "I won't stand for this character assassination. I will not be branded a masked vigilante who pokes boobs for personal gain," he banters. He carefully feeds each of your arms through the sleeves of the shirt, and works it down your torso. Even through your stuffy nose, you can smell him on you, it's comforting in a deeply visceral way and it makes everything a little bit more okay. "Hehe, masked boob-poker," you chuckle. Everything seems much funnier when you're running a fever. "Hush now, funny girl," Pavitr purrs, and leans forward to kiss at the tip of your nose. He shifts you in his hold and brings a straw to your chapped lips. You hesitantly sip, nervous about getting an upset stomach again. It's some kind of sports drink, the kind you'd only drink in times like this. It's cool and it feels nice on your raw throat. "Still tired," you say. "I bet," he agrees. "You've had quite a rough night. More sleep is what you need, sweet girl," You're laid back down onto the mattress, you notice that there's a towel now between you and the sheet. You hear the echo of water droplets hitting metal, and then a fresh cloth is folded onto your forehead. Pavitr snuggles right up to you in a very protective big spoon, gentle puffs of breath tickle the back of your neck. As if he could read your mind, one hand trails just below your belly button, splays against the soft swell there and rubs circles into where you're tense and sore. A heavy shudder escapes your lips in relief. "Good?" he whispers into your ear. "Mmm, thank you Pav. Love you," you mutter, sleep readily returning to you now that you've been safely restored to your cozy cocoon, warm, safe, dry, and loved. "I love you too, darling. Sleep well, I'll see you in the morning," he rumbles. The last thing you feel is the smack of lips against your shoulder, and then you find your rest. ----

The room seems so much clearer when you wake next, and not because of the watery yellow light of mid-day. The fog of your fever seems as it has departed, you don't feel too hot or too cold. You turn over to look for Pavitr, but find he's not with you, a hot water bottle tucked against your belly takes the place of his hand, and the muffled clinks of someone pottering around in the kitchen tell you he's not gone far.

You take the opportunity to get a good look at his bedroom in the full light of day. The walls are a rich brown that reminds you of a warm cup of morning coffee, there are a few knickknacks and cricket memorabilia scattered about, there's a figurine on his nightstand of Shubman Gill, one of Pavitr's favorites. There's a dent in the ceiling above the bed, and you can spy his Spider-Man bangles stacked surreptitiously on his dresser, one sleeve of the suit peeks out of a half-closed drawer. There's photos too - one of a younger him wearing a kurta, giving Gayatri bunny ears, another of him holding a little red-headed girl, both wearing aviators. There's even one of him planting a giant smooch on your cheek, you remember Miles taking that a couple weeks ago. The memory makes you feel warm on the inside, even warmer than the hot pack.

"Looks like someone's awake!" Pavitr cheers, entering the room with a plate in one hand, and a folded stack of...something in the other. He sets the stack down on the dresser and takes a seat next to you on the bed.

"Pavu!" you chirp, heart swelling with affection for your boyfriend, the one who cuddled with your sick self all night, doting on you in every way possible.

Pavitr sets the plate on the nightstand and cups your head to smudge a kiss on your temple, holding it for a moment.

"Your fever's getting better," he remarks, nuzzling your hair. "You look a lot more chipper too," "I don't feel quite as much like shit, I think I have you to thank for that," you agree. "Speaking of which, thank you for...well...everything. That was a lot, I know." "I'd do it again in a heartbeat, ahava," he replies immediately, emphatically. "You deserve all of that and more, it's so worth it to see you feeling better." Flashes of the night before start to come back to you. In pieces, you remember everything, the sheets, the bath, throwing up, calling him a boob-poker, your underwear— "Ahhh, I want to curl up and die now," you groan into your hands, hunching over in a full cringe as new heat overtakes your face. "Awww, sonu, but you just got better!" Pavitr playfully whines.

"Pavitr, you touched my bloody clothes and changed my underwear, I will never recover from that. My life is over, I have to change my name and move to Mongolia," you declare. Pavitr's only response is to start giggling, low and sweet in his throat. "It's not funny, Pav," you complain. "Oh, sweet girl, no no no, we're not doing this, come here, c'mere," he pulls you into his hold, bracketed between his knees. "Look here. Lookatme," he guides your face to meet his eyes. You unscrew yours to find only gentle mirth in his, a bubbly kind of affection that seems to be reserved only for you. "First of all, you have no idea how much of a mess being Spider-Man is in a normal week. I have lost count of all the times I've gotten my blood, someone else's blood, lord knows what other substances on that suit. Would you ever know it? No. I've been doing this for years now, I've had a lot of time to figure out how to deal with it, I have it down to a science at this point. So what happened to your sheets—" he gestures to the stack of folded linens on the dresser "—is old news. It's gonna take a lot more than that to faze me, darling," he explains.

"Okay, but you didn't have to—with the pad—" you cut in.

"Ah ah ah ah, don't start that with me, dove," he stops you, a finger presses first to your lips, then taps you on the nose. "Which brings me to my second point, my dear; I have done end of life care. I did end of life care for an entire year. That—" he pauses, sighs, lingering on the memory a bit. "—that is something. This, my perfect little love, is nothing. You threw up once, you got fever sweats, I put a fucking clean pad in your underwear for you because it took two seconds to do, and you were about to fall asleep on the spot, and it's a normal part of life and I am a grown-ass adult and I can handle it. None of that that even comes close to what I've done before," Pavitr's voice gets increasingly passionate the more he talks. You find yourself unable to do anything but listen.

"And even if it did...I love you. Which means I want to take care of you and make you feel even a little bit better, even if you're feeling gross or sick or bloated or the parts of you that you don't like are on display. In every form, you're beautiful, and I am so grateful you've trusted me with many of them. I would care for all of them happily, if you'd let me," he finishes, stroking each of your hands with his thumbs.

"Pavitr, I..." you try to respond, but find yourself becoming teary. "Stupid fucking hormones..."

"Hey, (You), hey, that means it was a good superhero monologue," he chuckles, wiping your tears with his thumbs. You can't help but giggle yourself. Pavitr always did have a knack for lightening the mood. "I have ice cream in the freezer for those hormones later, if you want it,"

"No, you bought—!?" you double take, you can't believe he remembered your favorite flavor!

"Oh, I did," he smarmily grins. "But why don't you try something a little easier on your stomach first. I cut up a banana for you while you were sleeping," he turns to offer you the plate he'd set beside the bed earlier. The banana was cut into neat slices, arranged in a tidy cascade on the plate.

"Aww, Pav, you didn't have to do that," you coo, smacking a grateful kiss onto the apple of his cheek.

"I mean, come on, breakfast in bed for the sick girlfriend? That's low-hanging fruit," he quips, with a sly waggle of his eyebrows on the delivery.

"Stoooop," you groan between hiccuping laughs at the dad joke.

"Shush, you, eat your food," Pavitr orders, even going so far as to bring the fork to your lips and feed you.

You eat like this in comfortable semi-silence, occasionally punctuated by giggles at each other's ridiculous facial expressions and little whispered praises from Pavitr. The scene is domestic and sweet, and despite you still being sick and crampy, the moment is perfect, a slice of quiet bliss in the busy life of a superhero and his beleaguered lover. Never did you think it was possible to be in love like this, that someone could see you in this state and feel only the urge to crawl in closer. To guide you to his own private sanctum and build a nest for you there, to curl around you so no horrors within you, without you could find you. You called, he answered, no more and no less.

"Hey, by the way, (You), so I had forgotten to ask you about something I heard going on with your case..." Pavitr begins as you finish the food, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck, apologetic for bringing it up.

"I...yeah, there was a development," you admit, face falling.

"I heard that he plead guilty, that there was going to be a sentencing hearing coming up," he recounts the conversation he'd overheard.

"Yeah, I'll have to go to the hearing next month, I'm not looking forward to it though," your stomach turns a little to talk about it. Pavitr sets the plate to the side and tugs you to lie on your side, facing him.

"What's on your mind, darling?" he asks, "bend my ear all you want, I'm listening. Maybe I can even help, I know some stuff,"

"They told me I...I have to give a statement. In front of the court," you nervously huff. "And that he's gonna give his and then...he goes to jail for maybe three years? And then what?"

"Ah, I see," Pavitr muses, stroking your hair as you talk. "You're stressed about the hearing and him being released from prison after. Is that what your nightmare was about,"

"It was," you confirm. "I was back there and he came back and I was calling for you and you wouldn't—you wouldn't come—"

"Hey hey hey, hey," he interrupts. "I will always come for you when you call. For anything, nightmares, feeling sick, you want a belly rub, anything. That man will never so much as breathe the same air as you again, I want you to know that you will never have to fear anything from him again as long as I am living." The conviction in Pavitr's expression was steely strong.

"But you can't be everywhere," you fret.

"I will not let that happen," he says, the resolve in his voice hot and unyielding. The implication under the words is not subtle.

"I thought...Spider-Man doesn't kill his enemies...does he?" you meekly ask, feeling a little faint now.

"I don't, no," he affirms. "But...I can't let you live in fear like that. I have to find a way. I won't let you, ahava."

"Pavitr, please don't get into that kind of trouble for me," you plead, cupping his face. "I need you."

Pavitr forcefully sighs, turns his head to kiss one palm. "Fine. Is there anything I can help with about the hearing?"

"I...know it's important for me to give a statement. To get the judge to rule harsher. But do I really have to get up there in front of everyone and..."

"The prosecutor can read it for you, you know," he informs you. "You just have to write it out, and they can take it from there, if that's all you can do. I've seen them do it before."

"That would make it a lot easier," you say, relieved. "It's hard enough to think about it again, to put all those feelings onto paper."

"I'll help you write it, if you want," Pavitr offers, moving now to rub your back in long strokes. "Whatever you need, you've got it from me. I gotchu, baby girl," his nose nuzzles yours, it tickles a little and you can't resist a small smile.

"Mmm, thanks, Pav," you thank him, sniffling with congestion. "All this stress probably came out as that nightmare. Probably also made it so easy for me to get sick like this."

"And your period showing up early didn't help a bit, you poor thing," he peppers a few kisses on your forehead protectively. "Tell you what, you stay here with me as long as you like, so you'll be comfy."

"Pavitr, I don't wanna—" you protest.

"Or I'll stay with you, if you're more comfortable with that. I don't care," he interjects. "I just wanna take care of you, all of you, so you can rest and don't have to worry anymore."

You sigh. "You really don't want to let me go, do you?"

"You have to admit, you're really enjoying snuggling up in my bed like this," Pavitr jests, a coy smirk painted on his mouth. Your cheeks warm a little in response.

"It is awfully cozy," you admit. "I'm surprised I haven't been in here before,"

"Admittedly, I'd had a very different plan for how your first night in here would go in my head," he says, flashes a wink that makes your entire face burn hotter than the fever ever did. "I can't say this turn of events wasn't perfect, though. I want this to be a safe place for you too, dove," he pulls you even closer to him, your face now tucked into the hollow of his throat.

"Mmm, I think...I think it already is," you concur.

You're not exaggerating. This room feels enclosed in a bubble, the excessive mass of blankets you're tangled in together something of an energy shield. His smell, his tender touch, the best of medicines. Maybe it's the hot water bottle, maybe it's the way his thumbs press into the small of your back, nothing has ever managed to sink so far under your skin, unwind your worries from the inside and respool them quite like this.

A kiss lands on the shell of your ear, interrupting your thoughts.

"Did I ever tell you how that dent got in the ceiling?" Pavitr asks, a conspiratorial grin on his face.

"Hmm, I don't think you did," you say, eyebrows perked in interest. "Entertain me."

Pavitr chuckles lowly. "Well, you know how my sense is..." ----

You're pressed tightly into Pavitr's side in the courtroom gallery a few weeks later, listening to the prosecutor read off your statement in open court, the one you agonized over every word of for weeks, and Pavitr patiently talked you down each time you got stuck. Your boyfriend's got one of your hands, and Hobie's got your other from where he's seated next to you. Between the two of them, they do their best to block your view, so you can't see him. They cover your ears when he takes the stand so you don't have to hear his voice again. When it's all said and done, when the judge's gavel echoes throughout the courtroom for the last time, he's being led away again, to prison for three years with chance for parole, and a lengthy no-contact order in place. They hide your face as he's led out, their countenances exuding fury, rage as he passes, they want him to feel it, chew on it when he sees them. And, just as it started, it's over. They take you to get ice cream after, Pavitr effusing praise into your ear like a leaky faucet whenever he can for the rest of the day. There is one moment, however, when you're coming out of the restroom, that you see them talking, hushed whispers of forty-two and pointed looks that melt into soft gazes when they sense your presence. You get a call a few weeks later. There's been a prison break, and all involved have left this mortal coil. He was among them. There's whispers of claw marks and dark eyes, eyewitness accounts of green and purple flashes, they toss about the word "prowler", but can't seem to find the creature responsible. Pavitr kisses you all over when he hears, holds you for hours when you break, the months of turmoil oozing out of you like a shattered jar of molasses. Your relief is immense, but you sense some of his own tension uncoiling, as if he's swallowed a sour candy that's finally gone sweet. "Pavu, did you do this?" you timidly ask of him, then. He takes your face in his hands and kisses your mouth soft and slow, as if to breathe comfort into you. "No, sonu. I promised you I wouldn't get into trouble, Spider-Man doesn't kill his enemies" he replies. You could feel that he was truthful, and in your mind, that was that. Later that night, with your feet tangled together under the covers, Pavitr sees how soft and unbothered your face is while you sleep, lines unfurled and ironed out, the muscle pliant along your brow. It's the first time since he's known you that he's seen this, and in that moment, he swears it was all worth it. He tugs you that little bit closer, drops one more long kiss in your hair, and waits for dawn, the new life he can give you is ready to start, when morning comes. ---- A/N: The exact events of Chapter 6 happened to me after I wrote it, which is why this took almost a month. Also, these two will probably do spicy activities next chapter so just as a heads up. For those of you who don't agree with this character being used in smut due to his age in the canon: I hear you and understand that point of view completely. Keep in mind that the Pav you see here has undergone some meaningful growth and maturation from that time, I'm not looking to go "cool, he's 18 because I said he is, now let's write NSFW" - I am very much wanting to write an adult character who is meaningfully different, and I don't want NSFW to be everything about the story. After thinking about it a lot, I decided that this is the road I want to go down, for those of you that this makes you not willing to continue reading the story, I understand.

Thank you all for your feedback so far, I love hearing it, it makes the typing machine go brrrrr.

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dxcinhx · 1 year

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dropping some thoughts about vida here

i started watching this show for melissa barrera and i absolutely enjoyed it and have rewatched some episodes bc it's very entertaining

s3 felt kind of different, it was almost like the sisters switched roles at some points

i might be reading too much into it, but in the first few eps as emma and nico's relationship was going well i would look at emma's face and be like she's happy but she's still waiting for the other shoe to drop, and of course it did. and i was so sad to see her clam up again and fall back into her whole "vulnerability = weakness" thing. for a few episodes she just looked so dead inside like she was seriously depressed and triggered with everything going on, like nico's secret wife and her awful dad making himself known

i love lyn so much but i need her to be single. i'm so glad she finally realized where her true priorities lie and that she needs to work on turning into a chameleon with the men in her life but i just hate that it happened in the last like 20 minutes of the series finale

side note but i was not expecting lyn to get so into religion for a hot minute. i mean i understand that it was her yet again molding herself to the people in her life, so i think she snapped out of it once her father showed his true colors but still like it was so jarring. god the man gave me such awful vibes and the last scene of him and emma after she confronted him was legitimately hard to watch

the sisters spent so much time apart and on different pages this season it made me sad :( i completely understand why but i do miss the moments in the first episode or in earlier seasons when they were sisterly and messing with each other

i love that mari had some more time this season to build herself up a little more and yes this is cruel to say but her dad dying is a blessing ! now she can finally look after herself and find people who appreciate what she does. honestly that man pretty much killed himself after he kicked out the only child who actually took care of him. ladies ask not what u can do for machismo but what machismo can do for u

speaking of this family i can't STAND johnny oh my GOD get off my screen and get away from the women in ur life all u do is hurt them

god i wish this new generation of shows had longer seasons. a 6 episode season is nowhere near enough to develop the characters and storylines better (even tho this season the episodes weren't all 30 min like s1 and s2). i was like holy shit things are happening so fast it's one terrible thing after the other but of course they are, they only have like 5 hours to tell the story!!

i'm really fond of this show and how witty it is, its integration of mexican and american and mexican-american cultures, the spanglish, the butch rep!! everything

actually one of my favorite moments this season was when lyn was talking to that european dude at her bf's mom's bday party (fuck her bf and his mom by the way holy shit he was such a weirdo) and she was talking about how difficult it is to be perceived as mexican by gringos while still not being mexican enough for mexicans. when she said she couldn't even hold a conversation in english or spanish i was like u read my mind. i'm literally incoherent. anyway it really resonated with me as an immigrant and i think it's such an important conversation to have!!

anyway emma and lyn repaired their relationship and their bigoted father is rotting in hell and they keep the bar and eddy's back too and everything is going better than ever, they told me so themselves <3

#honestly i relate so much to emma #emotionally constipated gay older sister of a latino family with mommy issues?#present #vida

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prismatoxic · 12 days

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looked at the notes on a political post bc I'm an idiot, so I'm ranting about US politics and anti-voters again

"if you vote for biden you don't care about the genocide in palestine" is such a wild take. like... I genuinely don't know what they think happens if we don't vote? if biden makes it to the presidential election, it's either him or the guy who will not only make the situation in palestine worse, but who will also strip rights from queer people, women, poc, and try to start a dictatorship.

like, are you voting in the primaries? are you trying to get a better dem representative on the ballot before november? or are you washing your hands of this situation, waiting for your Glorious Revolution?

these people so frequently not only have no idea what the biden administration has been doing, but will vehemently deny they've done anything without even looking into it. at this point I feel like the only thing I can assume about such people is that they're part of this year's psyop.

like your choices aren't "support palestine or don't". that is not what this election is about. your choices are between an administration that is funding israel but making progress on rights for oppressed classes, and an administration that will not only fund israel, but will enthusiastically support israel, strip queer people and poc and women of their rights, and actively move towards a dictatorship (project 2025). if you don't vote, the latter is that much more likely to win.

"biden supports the genocide!" sure, but trump will make it worse. he'll also reverse all the progress the biden admin has made (and they have made progress, you are being willfully ignorant) and try to make things harder for everyone who isn't a rich white cishet man. "if you vote biden, you don't care about palestine" falls apart when not voting for him will put palestine in more danger. it isn't all or nothing; it never has been.

people have said biden is using the only political move that is viable at this point, which is to fund israel in the hopes of gaining leverage to get them to stop. cutting russia off from the rest of the world made them self-sufficient and didn't stop what they were doing, after all; the other available options aren't better. idk how true that is, or what biden's plans are, but I do know politics fucking suck and there's only so much you can do about another country without starting a war. we do not want a war.

regardless, at the end of the day, not voting is performative at best and harmful at worst. none of these people have a plan; they'll just angrily post until the Glorious Revolution happens and the two-party system is toppled for good. or, y'know, they're just part of a psyop and they're eagerly hoping trump will win.

if you genuinely think trump will be no different from biden, you are yelling with your head buried in the sand. you are throwing your fellow oppressed people under the bus so you don't have to feel complicit with keeping the slightly less awful guy in charge. what's happening in palestine IS a genocide, and is IS abhorrent. but getting trump elected will only hurt palestinians more.

donate, buy esims, do your daily clicks, spread the word, and vote. and while you're at it, do some genuine research on american politics and the bills and laws the biden administration has passed. and perhaps also the things trump did while in office.

nothing is black and white, ESPECIALLY not politics. you have to pick the lesser of two evils in the name of harm reduction. things will not be rebuilt in a day; take whatever progress you can, rather than wait for it all to drop into your lap at once. that's just unrealistic.

you can care about palestine and oppressed americans at the same time. you can also worry about the damage a conservative presidency will do to other countries (as it always does). we cannot get everything we want out of this. we have to take whatever we can get, and reduce harm wherever we can, because the Glorious Revolution isn't coming.

#tox.txt #idek if anti-voters follow me anymore. i hope they don't #if you're not american obviously this will have less relevance to you but you can still read it if you want

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ohworm-writes · 1 year

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As I reach my nearly two-year anniversary of this blog, which will be on February the 28th for any who are curious, I thought it would be appropriate to share a list of blog recommendations. Whether it simply be blogs I am enjoy currently, in the past, or anything else of the like, all deserve even more recognition, believe me.

So, without further ado:

@egcdeath -- By the gods, words cannot describe how absolutely awestruck I am by your work. The way you articulate emotion and action and just- everything? It's a work of art. I fell in love with your 'Love In Bloom' work months ago, and finding you again with your Soccer Parents series makes me ecstatic. I'm always left rereading and hungry for more of your work because it's just that good.

@robynlilyblack -- My absolute favorite Harry Potter writer I've ever read from. You have singlehandedly made me fall for characters I never would have thought about falling for. The emotion you put into your work leaves me weak at the knees sometimes, and the angst, oh boy, does it hurt when I read it. And there's so much comedy in your works, at times I find myself giggling whilst staring at my screen.

@quirkfics -- You write for some of the most underrated characters and I'm so happy that you do just that. I have, many a times, scoured the internet for works relating to specific characters that, unfortunately, almost nobody writes for. And then there's you! I cannot tell you how many hours I've poured into reading and re-reading your works because, truthfully, it's a little embarrassing.

@tired-teacher-blog -- My favorite Aizawa blog bar none. The way you write is, truly, mesmerizing. Every time I read something from you I'm always left in awe, whether that me with a grin or a flustered face or anything else of the like. You are doing the work of the gods.

@simpliao -- One of my favorite jschlatt authors on this website. Everything you write is adorable and fills me with warmth every time I have the blessing of reading through your blog. Everything you do is stunning and I am in love.

@jschqtt -- Another stunningly amazing jschlatt author, though I do love your other works with all the same adoration. Your works are so adorable and I cannot stress how seen I feel with some of your works. The prompts you write from just hit so close to home and the emotion behind them make them all the better.

@slxthxrxn-sxmp -- I initially found you from your Jurassic Park works and by the gods I fell in love with your writing so quickly. Just- every word I see on my screen when I read through your blog is captivating. I truly need to read through all of your works some time because I know how beyond worth it it will be.

@jschllatt -- My favorite jschlatt author on tumblr, easily. Though your blog is/has been, for the time being, inactive, I hope you know how much you, both as an author and as a friend, have impacted me. I still strive to write as amazingly as you do, though I reckon I have quite a bit of work to do before I create such art. You singlehandedly made me fall for more people than I can count by your work and I hate you for it. /j

@dreamwvrld -- The best author I've ever had the chance of reading from. And I mean that in all facets. You have been my idol ever since I started reading from you. The way you create such vivid scenes and the emotions you give the characters in your work leaves me at my knees. I still aspire to be like you, and even though you have left the fanfiction community, as I've told you, I can't wait to see and support you and your future endeavors. You have a fan for life here.

Writing, especially for a niche group as fanfiction writing is, is difficult and at times grueling work. The prospect of creating something designed specifically for a group of people to enjoy can be filling, but it is important to note the time and effort that goes into such work.

I'm apart of such a wide variety of fandoms and seeing so many people create content for them, spilling their thoughts onto a screen- it's beautiful. I'm sure many authors have seen me ramble in adoration about their works before, but it's important (at least in my eyes) to yell to the world 'look at this person and their amazing work!' from time to time.

To every author on this list (and to those who aren't yet), even if you're not currently or no longer active, even if you're only written a small number of works, even if you don't think your work is good (stop that, it is good and so much more), I, as well as the community(ies) you're apart of, adore you. <3

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stargazer-sims · 1 year

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Focus on the Goal

Eden was fine driving home from the airport, or so he'd thought.

In the seconds after he finishes taking off his boots, hat and coat and steps into the kitchen to find Nikolai waiting there for him, he falls apart. Nikolai, who knows him so well that they often don't need words to communicate some things, holds his arms out to him. Eden runs straight to him and falls into his coach's familiar, comforting embrace.

"This one's too big for peppermints, isn't it?" Nikolai says softly against the side of his head.

Eden hardly ever cries. Typically, he has to be pushed to his limit before the tears come. So, maybe he's found a new emotional boundary; saying goodbye. First he'd bid farewell to Charlie, and then Haru, and in this moment all of it feels like too much. He gives up trying to hold anything back and weeps against Nikolai's shoulder.

He understands that he can still talk to Charlie and Haru on the phone or by text or video chat, but it's not the same as having them here. He already misses Charlie's presence in the house, and he knows it's going to be strange to sleep in their room by himself tonight. Before now, the longest they'd ever been apart was a week, usually when Eden travelled for a competition and Charlie had to stay behind because of school. One of his parents was always with him then, and of course Nikolai was always there. Their presence had helped ease the pang of each short separation.

Thank the Watcher for Nikolai. Eden would be desperate if he had to cope with the departure of both his brother and his boyfriend on his own.

Eden: Why does it hurt this much? I know they're coming back in a few weeks, so why does it feel like forever?

Nikolai: Things always feel worse when you're scared, but it'll be all right, I promise.

Eden: I'm an adult. I shouldn't be this scared to be away from my brother. Like, I should be rational about it.

Nikolai: If you haven't figured it out by now, emotions aren't really all that rational most of the time.

Eden: I guess.

Nikolai: It doesn't matter that you're an adult. It's totally fine to feel however you're feeling, regardless of that.

Eden: Was it this hard the first time you had to be away from your sister for a long time?

Nikolai: If you're asking whether or not I cried and if it felt like something was clawing a hole in my chest, then yes. The first time Natascha and I were apart, we were younger than you and Charlie are now. We were eighteen, and she was going off to college in another town, and I cried at the bus station before she even left. My father yelled at me for that.

Eden: That's awful! Why? My parents would never yell at me or Charlie or Sadie for crying.

Nikolai: Your parents are a lot different than mine. My father thinks men shouldn't show their emotions. Fortunately for me, my coach at the time was a different sort of guy.

Eden: You mean Uncle Stan?

Nikolai: Yeah. I love my father, but I learned what I know about taking care of other people from Uncle Stan and Beth-Anne, and from your parents too, actually.

Eden: I'm glad you had him back then. I'm glad I've got you.

Nikolai: It really is going to be okay, you know.

Eden: I know. I just have to convince myself, and right now I don't know if I can.

Nikolai: That's okay. You don't have to convince yourself right this minute. Give yourself time to process everything. How about some breakfast? And then we'll try to sort out what the rest of our day's going to look like.

Eden: Okay.

Nikolai: I think we should skip the gym today.

Eden: Really? What are we going to do instead?

Nikolai: Whatever you like.

Eden: Can we go for ice cream? Not the normal cone, but like, a big, fancy sundae or something. I know I shouldn't, but...

Nikolai: Just this once. I've heard ice cream is very good for heartache. Better than peppermints, even.

Eden: Maybe, but I like peppermints anyway. Are we still going to practice this afternoon?

Nikolai: Unless you're not feeling up to it.

Eden: No, I am. We might be able to skip the gym, but I'm not skipping my ice time for anything.

Nikolai: Good. That's what I was hoping you’d say, because you know what’s even better than ice cream for making you feel better?

Eden: Having a goal to focus on.

Nikolai: Exactly.

Eden: Charlie and Haru are both going to be there at our next competition to watch the free skate.

Nikolai: Yes, and Anya too. So, let's focus our energy on putting on a great show for them, okay? You'll see, if we keep busy, it'll seem like they'll all be back in no time.

#ts4 #sims 4 #eagames #snowy escape #sugar valentine #eden seong #nikolai pavlenko #wearesugarvalentine #stargazersims

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vinxwatches · 1 year

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the owl house s3.e2 for the future

finally watching it, i've seen some spoilers... well... a lot of spoilers by waiting, but i'm sure i'll still love watching it the first time. also damn 50 minutes? nice.

i love that the new bbeg, the most powerful living being we've seen in the show is a kid, with bright kid colours. oh, that's a horrifying way of taking people out. i mean better then turning people to stone, but way more unsettling. how Raine looks up at Eda when she transforms. the reason she left them was because of the curse, and they are not scared, just in awe. so short, yet so impactful.

wait, the curse is still also a problem? bit odd. i thought the whole deal was that she kind of merged with the curse, no longer needing potions to keep it in check. not a fan of this... change?

oh, back here. that's not a good sign.

weird connection to make but damn if the changed boiling isles doesn't remind me of the sistar system from the lego movie 2, which is unsettling to characters in the same way.

pffffff, Luz hurts me. i've been in that headspace, it's not good for you but when you're in it it's really hard to see that. deny yourself your own joy, your own life, for the sake of others.

oh no, Willows mental state may be the worst of all. just convince yourself it's fine, surely there'd be no problems boiling up with that.

i love that sparkles are a huge danger. i love that Luz protects others more then herself even in just small animations. and good god that is horrifying. oh gods, it's the collector pretending to be Luz... that's.... that's just messed up in a very curious way.

yay the multi track students are still (partially) alive. oh shit it's most of the school. really curious of where they're going with the kids with no guidance thing.

seriously falling apart belos, gruesomely showing bones and losing limbs is less out of place in this kids show then everything collector related.

oh, Odalia lives... of course she does.

the collector is amazingly unsettling, a kid with ultimate power and no sense for what'll kill people. oh, OH, their very nature is... wrong. they collect things, including people. and now it reminds me of the ruby phoenix from dice will roll who too was walking the path of villainy. oh and if people interfere destroy their whole planet... fuck. and the collector knows it, and decides not to, and doesn't want to be alone... fuck how to solve this problem?

Eda is still very Eda, and yay for that sibling bond... and what the FUCK happened to Liliths hair?!

"did you ever had any doubts in your mind?" "yes. many, many doubts."

"are you ok?" "i don't know" fuck that's powerful, and something i'm probably too familiar with.

so she was familiar, yet i didn't see though it. that's impressive in animation.

really love that they talked about everyone clearly needing therapy after all this, that this is too much for a kid. something never talked about before in a kid show i know of.

yep, welcome to the breakdown of Willow. also really reminds me of this animation of the nowhereking https://youtu.be/LZT6hrgPxPI

oh, so that's why all titans are dead...

i love Camila's fuck ups. true serious fuck ups that are just so real.

oh, that's a realization Luz just had... and... i'm going to have to process that a lot. Luz gets her magic "with a darkside" (:

"Luz has a staff" "why does that make me nervous" i mainly watch stories for the story, the arc, but i do love good humour.

i really can't wait for the next part. trying to redeem the most dangerous thing... wait... THE COLLECTOR IS JUST FUCKING DISCORD!!!

#the owl house #for the future #toh spoilers

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wutheringmights · 2 years

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To say I did not wait in suspense all day for the update and check every thirty minutes would be a lie but whole heck was it worth it.

First thoughts, enjoy:

a.wlfndoihae MY BOIS! Awe heck yes we got the hurt of the engineer (i'm not a sadist i swear i just like angst and whump) and Dixon-aw are you a little queer. I am proud to have a queer character that I have name thank you for this opportunity. xD

ah, alcohol problems I see. Wonder what the princess said to the Engineer(I have a feeling it was something along the lines of Warriors and the Engineer didn't want that only to leave :((( but I can only speculate for now)

Ah... Warriors... i enjoyed this chapter too much. He in pain but also like... sweet sweet charater thoughts in the mist of pain are some of the best ones. Conflicted between going through pain to save his brothers and not at all wanting it. perfection.

FOURRRRRR

MY BOIIIIIIII YOUR THE BEST YOU GOT THIS BE YOUR SNEAKLY LITTLE SELF AND SAVE THE CAPTION. WE GOT THE COLORS TOGETHER I AM HYPE

.... oh. no escape. only more manipulation. oh... what happened to Toto. he was nice. they also knew from the beginning when Toto was taken and told them his thoughts. Ahh, can't wait what more pain could come.

(Side note, and again this is prob me over thinking things but-I love how when Warriors is thinking about pulling his brothers into the war under him, his first two thoughts are both Time and Wind. Time, being the child from before without his knowledge, and Wind, acting like the Engineer from before also like a sicking parallel, like a repeat of his mistake. It's a small detail but i relish in it.)

Also freaking the scene with Zelda and the generals? Like Warriors yelling about how he wasn't helping them and how everything is falling apart around him but he would see them all burn with him? Oh boi does that make my creative juices going like hype. I love the paragraph. So much.

Ahhhhh thank you! I'm glad you liked the chapter (even if poor Dixon met a tragic fate).

Fun fact! Whenever Warriors has a dream where Spirit and Mask are with the Chain, Time and Mask are always paired up. That's because on some unconscious level, Warriors can make the connection between the two.

Time (ha!) can only tell when Warriors is actually gonna realize it

#this is a delightful summary of events #oh and warriors's speech to zelda was one of my favorite parts of the chapter #very satisfying to write #me rambling #lu ctb #linked universe #ask #brokenstar s

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bteezxyewriter12 · 1 year

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Soulmate/ 7

Pairing- Hobi x Named Reader

Word count- 3.2k

Includes- Angst, fighting, longing

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J POV

Namjoon kept his word and got an apartment big enough for me, him and the baby

And like he promised, he's with me all the time

At first

He comes with me to the appointments

He's with me when we see the first sonogram

He with me when we find out the baby is a girl

He actually smiles and is excited

He goes shopping with me for baby stuff

He touches my stomach all the time, talking to the baby

Everything is actually great and I'm feeling ok about the whole situation

Then Namjoon tells me that he has to make another album

I tell him its fine, I understand

But then he starts barricading himself in his studio at home

He stays late at the studio at BigHit or doesn't come home at night

Even when Hobi was working on his albums he always wanted me with him

He always made time

But Namjoon doesn't

He's always stressed out

I ask if he needs help but he always says no

I try to make everything ok and relaxing when he comes home so he doesn't have to stress at home

But it doesn't work

He's always irritated, starting arguments for everything

He stops having sex with me, stops touching me

Just comes home to sleep

Then he didn't show up to the sixth month appointment and I'm livid

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Hobi POV

I see Joanne

She's walking towards Namjoon's studio

Her stomach is showing now

It looks huge on her small body

She's having a girl

I know because Namjoon came in telling everyone the day they found out

I wanted to punch him in the face

I'm happy for her but I'm so upset he's the father

As I look at her, I notice that she looks exhausted

She opens Namjoon's door and goes inside, but a minute later she comes back out

She starts walking towards Yoongi's studio

I can't help it

I call her name

"Joanne!"

She turns to me

I just want to hear her voice

I just want her to talk to me

So I get a grip and walk over to her

She stays in her spot, looking nervous

God this is what we come to

Best friends who are now practically strangers

I hate it

"Hi Hobi", she says softly and my heart soars

She called me Hobi

Not J-Hope like the last time I saw her

"Hi Jo. How are you doing?", I ask

"Ah well you know. Pregnant", she smiles

God I miss her smile

It's stunning

"Yeah. Congratulations by the way."

"Thanks"

"What are you doing here?", I ask

"Oh I'm looking for Namjoon. He never showed up for the doctor's appointment today.", she says, her hands on her stomach

"Oh he's in a meeting with his manager"

"Oh", she frowns

An awkward silence falls between us and I hate it

"So how's being pregnant? A pain?", I ask, trying to stall her for as long as I can

I just want to talk to her

"Eh well I'm sick all the time. Honestly I don't know why they call it morning sickness when I'm sick all day."

"Wow that sucks."

"Yea", she laughs and I realize how much I miss that sound and how empty my life is without it

"Either I'm starving and craving food or I'm throwing it up."

"Well that doesn't make sense. That baby has to make up her mind", I joke

She giggles and I smile

She's going to say something when instead she goes "Ow", her hand moving to a different spot on her stomach

"What? What happened?", I panic

"I think....ow. Shit", she says again

"Jo?", I ask

"I think she's kicking", she says in awe

"But it hurts", she makes a face

"Wow. She's got strong legs huh?", I comment, smiling

She nods, a huge smile on her face, "She did it again."

She grabs my hand and puts it on her belly where the baby is kicking

She holds my hand there with hers

"Wait for it", she says excitedly

I wait and then I feel a little part of her belly move against my hand

My eyes widen

"Wow that's amazing", I breath

She kicks again, this time a stronger one

"Wow this little girl is feisty like her mom", I joke

She smiles, "Yeah Kiara gets that from me"

"Kiara?", I ask

"Oh yea. That's her name."

"That's a beautiful name", I say, meaning it

"It means light"

"Light?", I repeat

She nods, "Yeah. Like she's the light of my life? It's kinda stupid"

"No Jo it's really not", I answer

It's a beautiful name with a beautiful meaning for her

"Thanks. I picked it and Namjoon agreed to it. He wasn't all that interested in picking a name", she says, looking sad

"Well I think it's perfect", I tell her

She looks up at me, both of us staring at each other

I miss her so much

We just stand like that for I don't know how long, staring at each other, my hand still being held on her belly by her hand, Kiara kicking away

"Hobi..", she whispers still looking at me

"Jo....", I answer, looking at her

"Hobi..I lo..", he starts but is cut off by, "What the fuck is this?"

We both jump and see Namjoon glaring at us

I quickly pulled my hand away.

"I was looking for you Namjoon You never showed up at the doctor for the sixth month appointment.", she says

"That doesn't tell me why Hoseok was touching you."

"Ok well the baby kicked and I got excited and wanted to share it with someone.", she says

"And you decide your ex was the best person?", he questions

"What? No. Hobi was talking to me when it happened and I just grabbed his hand in the moment. That's all", she said

Namjoon glares at me, "Why were you talking to her?"

"Namjoon seriously? I can talk to who I want", she argues

"I saw her coming out of your studio and walking around. So I asked what she was looking for. She was looking for you", I say

He turns back to her, "I'm sorry baby, I forgot the appointment was today. I thought it was tomorrow."

She blinks, "But I told you this morning it was today"

"I guess I just forgot. I'm really sorry. I'll be there for the next one", he apologizes

"Ok", she says

She doesn't sound like she believes him

"C'mon, I gotta get my stuff then we can go home."

She turns to me, "Bye Hobi. It was nice talking to you. I'll see you around."

I smile at her, "Ok. Bye Jo."

She smiles then follows Namjoon back into his studio

I keep replaying our conversation in my head

She took my hand and let me feel the baby kick

I was the first person to feel her baby kick

And then what she said when we were looking at each other

Or what she almost said

"Hobi..I..lo.."

Did she almost tell me she loves me?

I don't know but I wish she finished the sentence

All I want is her

I sigh, turning to my studio and walking back

Why does my life suck?

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J POV

I almost told Hobi I love him

What the fuck is wrong with me?

It must be the hormones

But I know it's not

It's just me being an ass and a terrible person

I'm having a baby with my boyfriend and I almost told another guy who happens to be my ex that I love him

Who does that?

Me apparently

Idiot

But that doesn't make my feelings any less true

Namjoon is pissed but doesn't say anything else to me

I really was in the moment when I grabbed Hobi's hand

It was the first time she kicked and Namjoon was nowhere to be found.

But Hobi was there and I wanted someone to share it with me

And I always thought it would be Hobi I'm having a baby with

But it's not

When we go back to his studio, Kiara is still kicking

"Joonie", I call, taking his hand and putting it on my stomach

She kicks against his hand but he doesn't really have a reaction

"She's kicking", I tell him, thinking maybe he doesn't know what's happening

She kicks again and he gives a small smile, "Cool"

Then he takes his hand away, gathering up the things he needs to bring home

While I just stand there, upset

Namjoon wasn't awed or anything at his own daughter kicking

Not like I was

Not like Hobi was

Hobi was more excited than her own father

It hurts

It's like he doesn't care and I don't know what to do

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After that first appointment Namjoon missed, he started missing others

He started to work all the time

He seemed to be disinterested in the baby

Like he doesn't care

I tried talking to him about Kiara's last name

"I think she should have yours. You're her father.", I was saying

He shrugged, "It doesn't have to be mine. She can have yours if you want."

"You don't want her to have your last name?", I ask incredulously

"I didn't say that", he said

"Then what are you saying?", I asked getting upset

"I'm saying that it doesn't matter whose last name she has. You're still her mom and I'm still her dad. It doesn't matter. Whatever you want is fine with me.", he said

"Whatever!" I said, walking away from him and to our room

If he doesn't care about her last name then I don't know what he'll care about

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The bigger I get the harder it is to walk, to get up from sitting and my back kills me

Namjoon is never around so I have to do everything by myself

I have to go to the store, buy some more stuff for the baby, and the worst is I have to go to the appointments alone

I asked him if he wants to break up and he said no, he wants to be with me

I ask him if he doesn't care about his daughter and he says of course he cares

But it's just words, he doesn't show it

I keep reminding him about them constantly and he always says he's going to come but he doesn't

And then he makes up some excuse

So by eight months I stopped asking him

I have to go more often now so they can monitor the baby, so I just go by myself and try not to be upset or sad

But it's hard

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"Uh Jo, I have to talk to you.", Namjoon says, seeming nervous

"Sure, Joonie. What's up?"

He just came home from work

I'm nearing the end of eight months of pregnancy and my stomach is huge

I'm always sitting down now and that's where I am now

Sitting on the couch

"Um there's something going on at work and I need to talk to you about it. Please try not to get mad."

Uh oh

What now

I motion for him to continue

"So my manager set up a tour around Korea for me for 6 weeks before another tour next year.", he explains

"Ok...when is the tour? If you're worried about me being alone with the baby it's ok, I can handle it", I say

I'm doing everything by myself anyway

And I don't want to ruin his career either

"Uh no...that's not it. My tour starts next week.", he mumbles

"Next week!", I say surprised

"Yeah"

"But.. you're going to be here for when Kiara is born, right?", I ask expectantly

Surely he can come back for a day or two for his child's birth?

He can't leave me to do that alone

Not that

I need him

Honestly I'm terrified of birth and I need him with me

"Um that's the thing. No. I'm not going to be here."

"What?", I shout, panicking, "Are you serious? Please tell me you're not serious?"

"I'm sorry."

"Are you out of your mind Namjoon? You're going to leave me here alone to give birth to our kid while you're traveling around? Do I mean nothing to you? Does this baby mean nothing to you?", I yell

"Of course you and the baby mean something to me! How can you say that?", he asks angrily

He has to be fucking crazy to ask me that

"Oh I don't know Namjoon. You're never here, you're always working, you come home so late or not at all. You stopped coming to the doctor's appointments. And now you're telling me that you're not gonna be here for when your child is born. What the hell am I supposed to think?", I snap

"I have to work Joanne."

"Yeah and so do I. I'm still working and next week I'll be nine months pregnant.", I shoot back

"I'm sorry but I have to do this. For my career.", he explains

"You can't come back for two days for the baby's birth?", I ask, "Please Namjoon, I'm scared and I want you with me"

"I have a show on the day she's due", he answers

I just stare at him

I really don't know what to do

"What the fuck are we doing Namjoon?", I ask tiredly

"What do you mean?"

"What are we doing? With us? Clearly you have no interest in this baby. Or me. Your career matters more. I know this was a surprise and it's one for me too. But if you don't want to do this, if you don't want to raise this baby then tell me. Tell me now. I'll do it by myself. If you want to break up just tell me. But I can't keep being disappointed by you anymore. I can't do this anymore"

"What no! That's not what I want at all!", he says panicking, "I do care about you and the baby. I don't want you to be by yourself. I love you"

"What did you say?", I ask, shocked

What did he say?

Did he say he...?

"I love you. And I love Kiara. I don't want to break up with you. I'm sorry I'm working so much but I'm doing it for us, for the baby, so we can live comfortably. Please, don't leave me. I promise after this tour I'll be here more. I'll talk to my manager and see if they can move that concert so I can come back for Kiara's birth. Please, let me fix this. I'm sorry baby. I'm sorry I made you feel this way.", he apologizes

I think about what he's saying

He's promising to change things

But he's broken promises before

"Don't make promises you can't keep Namjoon", I tell him

"I'm not Jo. I'm going to keep them. I am."

He looks at me pleading

I hesitate, "Ok yea. Fine. As long as you keep your promises."

He visibly relaxes, "I will Jo. I will."

He hugs me tightly, then kisses me

And I'm fully aware and feeling guilty that I didn't say I love you back to him

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Hobi POV

Joanne has come to BigHit almost everyday this week

She comes for Namjoon

Her and I are speaking again, just short conversations mostly about her pregnancy and asking about my music

Then she goes to Namjoon's studio

But I live for these small conversations

It feels like I have her back in some sort of way even though I don't

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I see Namjoon come out of his studio

He sees me standing close by

I'm waiting for her to come so I can talk to her before she disappears into Namjoon's studio for the rest of the day

"Did you see Joanne yet?", he asks me

"Huh? Me? No?", I say

He rolls his eyes, "Cut the crap Hoseok, I know you've been talking to her everyday. And I don't care. As long as you know whose she's with I don't care if you talk to her."

"How generous of you", I say sarcastically

"Whatever. So she's not here?"

"No"

He turns to go when I call his name and he turns back to me

"How come she's coming here everyday? She used to never come here and now she's here all the time.", I ask curiously

"Oh. Well not that it's your business but I want to spend as much time with her as I can. So after she gets out of work I send a car to get her so she can stay with me here. Then we go home.", he explains

"Uh why do you want to spend so much time with her? You live together.", I was confused

"Yeah but I'm going on tour next week and I won't see her for six weeks."

"But...isn't the baby due this month?"

Is he saying what I think he's saying?

"Yea but I won't be here."

"You won't be here for your baby's birth?", I say incredulously

Is her for real?

That's some pure bullshit right there

"What the hell Namjoon? That's like the most important thing in the world. And to be there for her."

"Don't you think I know that? I tried to get my manager to change the day of the concert but he couldn't."

"You're doing a concert on the day the baby's going to be born?"

I don't think I can get anymore shocked

"Yeah I have to."

"Does Joanne know?"

"No I haven't told her yet. I told her I'd try to get it rescheduled but I haven't told her that it can't be."

"Don't you think you should tell her?", I question angrily

"Hey. Don't tell me what to do with my girlfriend"

"How can you do that to her? Leave her alone for her to give birth on her own?", I say angrily

"I have to. I don't have a choice."

"You always have a choice. There would be no way I'd leave her by herself for this. I don't care if the entire tour was cancelled and I lost fans.", I inform him

I'd be there for her, no matter what

She's bringing his baby into this world the least he can do it show up for it

"Well I'm not like you. I'm doing this for her and the baby, so she doesn't have to worry about anything."

"I know her Namjoon. She doesn't care about money. She just wants you. You being there means more to her than you're money.", I say

"Well like I said I have no choice."

"Do you even love her or the baby?", I spit

He glares at me

"I...yea I love her...and I love the baby."

Yeah that sounded convincing

"You don't sound so sure. Are you in love with her?"

"I....yea...I guess...I....yea", he finally gets out

I just shake my head

He doesn't love her

He'd never hesitate if he did

To this day I will never hesitate to say I love her

Never

"When is the baby due?"

"September 15th."

I just nod, having now idea what else to say

I tried to convince him to be here for the birth but he just keeps repeating the same nonsense garbage over and over

He turns and walks back inside his studio, while I keep waiting for her

#soulmate fic #hoseok fanfic #jung hoseok fanfic #hobi fanfic #jhope fanfic #bts fanfic

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fortheloveoffanfic · 2 years

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Hellooooo Jim anon here!! I’m back with a new headcanon!! Please, it may not make much sense or have a lot of typos but it’s almost 1am and I just can’t proofread it! Hope it’s still good haha!! Anywhoooo, enjoy!!

Jim had an awful week. His boss told him he’d have to go to some convention out of town on the weekend with his kids. Danielle refused to switch weekends because she had something already planned which meant he wouldn’t see his children for another two weeks. He didn’t see you for three days because of work. His car broke down in the morning so he was late. Awful week.

And usually, Jim tries to see the bright side. One bad day is okay, the next one will be better. But it was Friday and he had it up to here. He was so drained emotionally, mentally, everything.

And to make everything worse, he found himself having to work later than usual.

When he finally left work at 8pm, he took the car a friend lended him and began driving. He found himself taking the road to your place, parking right under your building.

He sat in his car for a few minutes, asking himself what he was doing. He just really missed you.

But it was Friday night, last thing he wanted was to bother you. Especially if you were out with friends.

Instead, he sent you a simple “hey” text. You replied within the minute which meant you were probably home. But even by text, you noticed something was wrong and asked about it. He ended up admitting he was downstairs and you obviously invited him up.

You waited him by your apartment door and it was clear he wasn’t alright.

(I’m going to write a dialogue because honestly, I don’t feel like describing everything lol)

“Hey, you.”

“Hey.”

“What’s going on, hm?”

“…just had a shit day. Actually…shit week. Sorry to bother you with this. I don’t even know why I came here, I should just…”

“No, no. Come here”

You took his hand so gently it would probably be enough to make him want to cry. He followed you to you bathroom, where you proposed him to take a shower/bath. Since you hadn’t eaten yet, you also told him you were going to order pizzas if he wanted. Which obviously he did.

When he came out, there were some clean clothes he had left at your place waiting for him. He joined you in the living room as you came back with your pizzas.

Fast-forward to after dinner, you’re both sitting on your couch, your favorite comfort show playing on the tv. Jim finally allows himself to relax, resting his head against your shoulder. Of course, you play with his hair because you know how much he enjoys it. After some quiet, he admits what’s going on, telling you all about his troubles. You listen to him, trying to find the right words to comfort him.

Honestly, he already felt better the moment you took his hand when he arrived but hearing you remind him all those things he forgot during his hellish week, only made him calmer. He thanked you, feeling so much better as you held him. It’s very rare for him to be down like this but he was glad he had you when it happened.

You probably both fell asleep on the couch, too tired (and too comfortable) to move.

Jim’s week may have sucked but with you by his side, he could definitely handle it :)

Haiii friend! Gosh, I'm sorry it took my so long to respond! <3 And that's alright, I'm just happy to receive this. I too write and 1am (and 2 and 3am because who needs sleep lol) and refuse to proofread sometimes.

This is just.....the sweetest, fluffiest hurt/comfort thing I've read in a while and now my heart is full.

I'm soft for the way he went to her building but just sat in the garage instead of going straight to her; he wanted to be with her but he also didn't want to intrude on her night. Thinking of her even after his horrible week? My heart can't take it

And the simplicity; they don't need to do anything "fancy" to turn things around, they just need to be together and that's just the sweetest thing ever.

Also, also, falling asleep together on the couch- I can just see them all cuddled up with a blanket that's usually thrown over the back draped over them. It comfy, even if there isn't a lot of room, so they're just tangled limbs and probably chest to chest, too cute.

The entire thing was just perfect!

#jim anon #the delinquent season

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Time has been flying by so fast, I couldn't keep up. It feels as if I'm inside a video of a timelapse of my own life, a fast-paced environment which I'm the only one who keeps on slowing down.

I try to run and run and run but I just keep on coming back to the same place all over again. As if I'm on loop and there's no stopping or going back, only moving forward but still ending up on the same place.

And then the rain pours and everything that comes together falls apart. Like I'm watching myself slowly drop on my knees in the middle of the bustling society, wailing my heart out because it just hurts so much. And I watch myself as I release the quiet sobs like I'm just waiting for this moment to let it go so even if it sounds so awful and hurtful, no one would hear a thing, as the droplets of rain slowly drowns it out.

It's as if the world is crumbling beneath my feet and I can't even do anything. I reached my hand out and yearn for a hand that would keep me steady then I realize it's just me and the world in reality.

#taeyeon #timelapse #myvoice #song #thoughts #Spotify

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Discarded WIP Graveyard🪦

Hey hi loves! Keep in mind this is apart of my new discarded series where I share the deleted rough draft of my fics. 🖤✨

REMEMBER THIS IS NOT A COMPLETE WORK!

Let me know if you like me sharing my incomplete rough drafts! I'm actually quite nervous to see the response to something like this. 👀 my notes are weird. I was so nervous to post this omg.

J Stands for Jealous - Oneshot

The number you have dialed has a voicemail box that has not been set up yet. Please try calling again later.

You groaned in frustration and tossed your phone on the bed. If your hair wasn’t up in protective braids you would’ve ran your hands through your hair. When did it get like this? Calling, waiting up, and wishing for a smidgen of communication from Joker– only to receive absolute silence?

Joker being distant was putting things mildly. He had up and ghosted you.

One night you were kissing him goodbye and the next GCN reported that Joker had gone M.I.A. Funny how he was seen two days later shooting at Batman’s tank of a car down Dini Hwy but sure..he’s ‘missing.’

Joker was actively terrorizing Gotham City streets. He was only M.I.A in your life. A part of you wanted to create a missing person’s report but that wouldn’t end well.

The entire GCPD force would be breaking down your door by the time you uttered, “Yes, I haven’t seen my boyfriend, The Joker, in months.

You weren’t quite sure who put a label on this ill fated relationship but the minute it was established, everything started to fall apart.

You would lie awake at night thinking about the downfall to you and Joker’s relationship. Maybe you should have been content with the uncertainty and kept things vague. Not knowing where you stood with the infamous clown— but still together, was better than a missing boyfriend and an empty bed.

You found yourself watching the news like a drug addict trying to catch a glimpse of your man to make sure he was alive and well.

Perhaps he was just busy with his sick twisted plans on how to take over Gotham or whatever he does when he’s out messing with Batman. You couldn’t bear the thought of Joker cheating on you.

If Joker was cheating on you with Batman, you’d kill your self with a spoon but J reallllly wanted the vigilante dead so you breathed a bit easy on that front.

That didn’t stop you from freaking out anytime Joker grabbed a female on live tv. You watched with an envious eye for any inkling of Joker being attracted to her. Killing the poor girl put your mind at ease but then you’d feel awful for your lack of remorse. For now Joker had eyes only for you. But how long would that last was the burning question.

It became a vicious cycle of waiting for Joker to come home, calling his cell, it going to voicemail, or him straight up ignoring your texts, to crawling into bed and trying not to cry about it. But you couldn’t deny the inevitable.

Joker abandoned you and you weren’t some heartbroken blonde in an early 2000’s romcom.

You refused to cry and mope around the penthouse. You would not stoop to eating buckets of ice cream and assorted candies to overcome your heartache.

You happened to be a young, sexy, and intelligent woman of color with access to online dating apps! There were plenty of eligible men in Gotham who would kill to be with you.

You can and would move on. Screw Joker and his inability to provide what you desired! Constant love and attention.

Your hurt feelings morphed into petty vengeance and you snatched your phone from where you tossed it earlier in a blind rage.

Your thumb hovered over Bruce’s profile until you sighed and scrolled past it. No matter how much you wanted to rebound date anyone to get over Joker, Bruce didn’t deserve your toxic energy.

So you kept scrolling until you found the DO NOT CALL EVER AGAIN and the GURL HAVE YOU NO STANDARDS contacts. You should have deleted these contacts ages ago but you simply forgot.

You almost hit the dial icon on one of them until you swore you heard the front door slam shut– but alas it was just your broken heart playing tricks on you.

Joker wasn’t coming back and you had to accept that to move on. Your thumb hovered over one of your past tinder hookups.

“This is stupid! Just call the number, Y/n. If he answers, then flirt! He’s a classic tool, he definitely won’t care this is only a one night stand. Get what you need from him and move on!”��

You gave yourself a pep talk but you just couldn’t do it. Even after Joker left you high and dry, it felt wrong to move on.

You threw your head back and groaned at the ceiling.

Why did you have to love Joker so much?! You still clung to the hope of him returning and loving you unconditionally but it was a fool’s dream.

“He’s gone Y/n. Maybe a walk will do me good.” It seemed to be a tried and true coping mechanism whenever your head was in a tizzy. It's what got you in this mess in the first place.

Clearing your head and walking to Chinatown. If you could go back in time and avoid meeting Joker, you’d hesitate to change things.

He gave you so many fond memories. You couldn’t erase that.

You donned some good walking shoes that matched your current outfit and headed down to the ground floor.

It was a beautiful day and you let your mind disconnect and breathe in some fresh air. This is what you needed. Some spent outside and not cooped up in that depressing apartment thinking about failed relationships. You felt more like yourself already.

You were mindless during your wandering and didn’t notice your surroundings until strong hands grabbed and yanked you back onto the sidewalk.

You yelped at the unexpected rescue and tuned out the honking and the slew of curses a taxi driver shouted at you through his window.

What did your carelessness cause this time? You were using the designated crosswalk and had the right of way, so what gives?

Your eyes followed the bulky arms still holding you, up to a handsome face animated in concern. It was then you noticed the guy who saved you was talking.

“—be more careful! These taxi drivers don’t yield to pedestrians anymore. Hey.. are you listening to me?” He eyed you up and down, mostly in concern but admiring your beauty all the while.

You were doing the same. A ray of sunlight beamed down and highlighted your hero’s honey brown eyes and you blinked in awe at his model-like features staring at you. Finally someone was giving you attention and the man was drop dead gorgeous.

Who could blame your brain for malfunctioning?

“Uh sure.. um.. T-Thank you.” You mustered after a few beats of silence.

He smirked at your stutter and flashed his pristine teeth your way. He was checking off all of your requirements in a male so far. Was it wrong to move on when you and Joker weren’t officially over?

The Devil on your shoulder told you to forget the clown and get to know this stranger. Your angel was oddly quiet.

“Don’t thank me just yet, I must confess. I’m thinking impure thoughts about you.” He said.

You quirked an eyebrow at his honesty but his baritone voice had you in an instant chokehold. And much to your delight, he kept talking.

“Sorry I can’t help it, has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are? Because d__n. You are.”

Another checkmark on the ‘yup he’s datable list.’ You were prepared to risk it all. What were the odds of Mr. Perfect appearing in your life again?

You ducked your head to hide your smile and he wanted nothing more to tilt your chin up and see it in all its glory. Your smile was so radiant, he was a goner at a mere glimpse.

“I’d love to know your name, your number..” He sucked his teeth and stole a peek at your curves, “your favorite position in bed…”

He probably meant to say that last bit more so to himself but you still heard it. “Easy there.. At least take me out to dinner before you slut me out.” You laughed in jest but he leaned into your personal space.

“Oh bet? What’re doing later?”

Wait, that pickup line actually worked? You had to act fast or risk the chance of ruining the mood. You were so out of practice. You shielded the sun from your eyes and stared up at your newfound crush.

He was waiting for a response with a flirtatious grin. So you gave him one.

“You tell me. What do you have in mind?” You flashed him another smile that rivaled the sun.

He chuckled and subtly moved so he blocked the glaring sun for you. A small gesture you instantly noticed. He was tall but not overly so like Joker. You hated your brain for comparing this new guy to your estranged clown but you couldn’t help it.

Would this be a new habit; comparing insanity to normal?

“Confident and sexy. I like that. How about…” He fished inside his pockets and procured a business card. He clicked a pen and jotted something down on it before handing it to you.

You were so caught up in his charm you didn’t acknowledge his attire.

He was dressed for the office but currently laid back with his dress shirt folded up to his forearms, showing off veins that made you swoon, and a hint of ink crawling up his bicep. The writer in you was having a seizure.

He was the perfect sexy corporate alpha male and he locked down the troupe by handing you his business card with a wink.

“Get home safely, call or text me– whichever you prefer sunshine, and we’ll make plans for tonight. Sounds good?” He waited until you read the embossed cardstock in your hand.

Tristan J. Price. | Marketing | Court OwlHouse Books

You knew the publishing company personally. They presented you with a nice offer before Cindy counter offered with a contract you couldn’t refuse. You pocketed his phone number.

“Yeah, it sounds great! I don’t have a card but um.. my name’s Y/n.” You played with your hands and went for it. “I look forward to seeing you tonight, Tristan.”

He tested your name on his lips. “A beautiful name for a remarkable woman. I’ll see you tonight.”

You gave him a small wave and began walking back the way you came. Something told you to look back and sure enough, Tristan was watching you leave, biting his lip. He had no shame at being caught. His smile just grew wider and he sent another wink your way. Tonight was bound to be interesting. A whirlwind of butterflies were going crazy in your stomach.

You flushed in embarrassment and turned the corner– not once noticing your undercover security detail watching your every move and reporting it in.

Above all, Tristan was a gentleman and a shameless flirt.

You didn’t waste time with being coy, you called him the second you got home and he was more than pleased with your eagerness.

“I’m glad you’re home safe, sunshine. Now let’s talk business. Any allergies I need to be aware of? I really want to go all out and take you somewhere nice. You are definitely worth maxing my card out.”

You laughed and tried not to let his chosen nickname for you get to you. A subconscious part of you was still Joker’s Light, his bunny and every other pet name in between. You had no business being someone’s sunshine.

“Girl! Joker has clearly moved on! Get over him and let Tristan bend you over!” Your mini devil appeared on your coffee table and tried setting you straight. She enlisted help from her arch nemesis and you were shocked when your angel materialized next to her, nodding along.

“She has a point Y/n. It's been months. It's time to move on although.. I suggest taking this slow so no bending over on the first date.” She glared at your imaginary devil in disdain.

Tristan gained your attention when he asked if you had been to a certain restaurant. You were quick to reply and shake your head clear of any imaginary angel and devils talking to you.

You and Tristan talked all afternoon and at one point you asked if you were keeping him from work. “I’m on an important conference call Y/n.”

You could see his flirtatious smile over the phone and your heart warmed knowing you were important enough to take up his entire day. You didn’t mind the long conversation since you've been alone for months and needed human interaction. You honestly didn’t care that things were progressing way too quickly.

Tristan was a breath of fresh air and something new when you had nothing for months. Desperate was an understatement with how you felt.

Tristan didn’t need to know you were already in your closet picking out the perfect dress to wear tonight.

“Yeah Σtella is perfect. Will you make the reservations for us or let me guess. You know a friend of a friend that can get us a table on short notice?”

He laughed to himself but mentioned he did have connections, “None like that I’m afraid.”

You could tell it was nothing nefarious since Tristan didn’t have a single criminal bone in his body. After being around Joker for so long you could single out people’s evil intentions. It was one of the many habits you had to quit cold turkey.

Everything was set to go and Tristan ended the call to make the dinner reservations. He offered to pick you up but you politely declined. Something told you it was best to keep him far away from the apartment until you knew for certain that Joker wasn’t coming back.

A black dress was selected from your closet with a low back. It would go great with your braids and the heels you already picked out. Then you spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready.

Halfway through your glam session, Tristan texted you with a time and a cheeky line about saving room for dessert. It made you flush and make a split decision to change your underwear and bra into something more racy.

If nothing happened and it was just dinner then cool but if Tristan turned out to be a man of action and not just all talk, then you wanted to be prepared. You could be a slut for one night.

An unopened box was removed from your closet and you smiled at the expensive lace nestled inside. You were saving it for J but his loss.

You twirled in the mirror and liked what you saw. A strong confident woman moving on and getting exactly what she wanted.

You liked Tristan and he made it very clear that he liked you too despite just meeting earlier in the day. He wanted to see where this could go and you readily agreed being attention and touch-starved due to Joker’s absence.

For a brief moment you did stop and consider the possibilities of Joker finding out about this but after months of radio silence, you weren’t concerned.

Joker was very possessive but his actions showed that he didn’t care anymore. He ignored your numerous phone calls and texts so there was no point in having second thoughts.

It was safe to say you were single now so you would act accordingly.

However you weren’t going to think about Joker tonight. He was banned from your mind. You were going to have fun and enjoy yourself with another man and begin something new. Tonight was about you and your needs. You were a free woman.

You kept that thought in mind all the way out the door and to the restaurant.

“I still think that waiter was staring at you too much. I get it, you are stunning, but my brother. She’s on a date! With me!” Tristan tugged your hand until you laughed and stopped at the main entrance to your apartment complex.

“This is me.” You pointed to the locked door. Tristan admired the tall white building with a nod but there was an awkward air floating between the two of you. You didn’t want the night to end and neither did he. Thankfully Tristan picked up on your hesitation and spoke up.

“Y/n did I mention how beautiful you look tonight?” It was a lame excuse to stay longer but it worked.

You giggled and looped your arms around his neck, pretending to think.

Dinner was textbook perfect and sealed Tristan’s hopes of a second date. He was ever the gentleman all night but his eyes were anything but. He listened to you talk and sprinkled in his opinions all the while complimenting you as a person. There was a connection between the two of you and he made sure the conversation kept flowing to allow that spark to grow. You where things were going and were glad that you changed into appropriate lingerie.

The food was amazing and you lost the fight on who would foot the bill. Tristan simply winked and said you could pay next time.

He was so confident that there would be a next time you found yourself agreeing on another date during the first. Everything was just so natural with him. Normal was… nice.

Tristan was a savvy businessman in and out the office and it showed in his actions. He knew what he wanted and he didn’t want to waste your time.

He had his eyes on you all night and poor attention-starved you was eating it up. Bystanders would have thought the two of you were a couple for years with the natural chemistry festering at the table. Tristan eyed you hungrily, you brushed your heels against his thigh, and the both of you smiled as if it were a secret.

Both of you were two consenting adults and you didn’t hesitate to throw caution to the wind and casually lead him towards your apartment.

You had plenty of time to think about your response.

“You did. Numerous times.” You said while biting your lip.

Tristan wrapped his arms around your waist and sighed. “Then pardon me ma’am for repeating myself. You. Are. Gorgeous. I'm kinda tempted to take this dress off and see what’s underneath. I bet she’s beautiful too.” He leaned down to kiss your neck and you squealed in delight.

Your eyes wandered around the area hoping that no one else was walking about this late at night in Grant Park. The street lights were on but it was just the two of you in the nearby grove. Tristan was sucking a hickey on your pulse when you locked eyes with a figure across the way.

He had a hood on but you saw him shaking his head at you in disappointment. He lifted his head and your eyes widened seeing the familiar clown mask Joker always left lying around the penthouse after heists. That’s when dread settled in your stomach.

You forgot Joker had eyes and ears everywhere. How could you be so stupid?

He never left.

“Hey, you tensed up just now. Everything okay, sunshine?” Tristan stopped and glanced around, trying to find the source of your distraction. By the time you glanced back across the street, the guy was gone.

You didn’t imagine things. Joker still had you looked after even if he wasn’t in the picture.

Tristan arched an eyebrow when you failed to speak. He knew all too well what was going on here and sighed. “I get it.” He smiled and cupped your face in his hold. He was too caught up in the moment to notice you trembling.

“I got competition, I’m not surprised. I mean look at you! All I ask is that you let me shoot my shot. Give me a chance eh? Will you let me do that?” He resumed kissing your neck and you had no fight in you to stop him.

He had it all wrong. You were more worried about your psychopathic jealous boyfriend killing Tristan and then you for cheating.

Joker had explicit rules. No one touches what’s his.

Not only did you go on a date with someone else, you were letting that same man kiss on you. You knew exactly what was in store for you.

You had to put an end to this.

“Tristan, w-wait..”

He didn’t listen, rather he kissed you fully on the lips to silence you.

You’ll regret this later or perhaps never but in your current mood; touch-starved and yearning for love, you allowed this to happen. You pushed Joker to the back of your mind and let yourself drown in this feeling. Tristan deepened the kiss and only pulled away to breathe and shoot his shot again.

“You gonna invite me up sunshine?”

You stared into Tristan’s eyes and weighed out the pros and cons.

You were a grown woman with needs and Tristan was ready to meet them all and then some. So what if one of Joker’s goons saw you? The odds of them snitching were highly unlikely and Joker clearly had more important things to do than care about you. Three months was a long time and you were desperate and needy, the pros outweighed the dire cons.

What could possibly go wrong here except you having a good time? Your mind was clear.

No other words were spoken. You scanned your nighttime key and led Tristan straight into your apartment building.

The morning was cold even with the bed sheets wrapped all around you. You yawned and swept an errand braid off your face before glancing around.

Waking up alone was your version of normal for months but this morning should’ve been different. You remembered your date the night before and the split decision to let Tristan come up to your penthouse. He was big on cuddling so waking up without his warmth was startling.

You sat up in concern. “Tristan?” Your own voice echoed back.

The sheets were rumpled next to you and cool to the touch. If Tristan was still in the apartment, he had been out of bed for quite some time. You automatically assumed the worst. You flung the sheets back to begin searching for your date but the second your foot made contact with the ground, you knew it wouldn't end well.

Your foot settled in something cold and wet. Your stomach turned, feeling the unknown texture but you still managed to look down.

Blood. You were stepping in a puddle of blood and much to your horror there was a trail of it that disappeared out of the bedroom and down the hall. No human could bleed that much and still be alive. Internet searches for your hit book series confirmed that fact.

If you had known last night this would happen, you would’ve listened to your instincts. You should’ve stopped Tristan yet you led him straight to his death. And you knew exactly who did it.

You snagged Tristan’s discarded shirt from off the floor and put it on. Shockingly, it was devoid of blood; You buttoned it up with shaky hands and tried to stay optimistic. It was close to Halloween, maybe this was a prank of some sorts?

What could possibly go wrong by going on a date and bringing them home for the night? If you were single– absolutely nothing.

But you were dating a literal psychopath with a penchant for knives and senseless killings. Joker didn’t need a reason to kill someon but you were stupid enough to give him one.

You didn’t want to confront Joker but your feet led you to the end of the bloody trail regardless.

The first thing you noticed was Joker’s unnaturally green eyes staring you down. It always unnerved you how J rarely blinked but today he was like a statue, watching your every move as you entered the living room.

Joker eyes traveled from your bare feet– your nails were painted a pretty green he noted; up to your exposed legs, to rest on the flimsy dress shirt you wore.

It wasn’t one of Joker’s and you swore his left eye twitched.

Wearing another man’s clothes was a blatant sign of disrespect and you immediately went into defense mode. “J-Joker.. You’re b-back! I though–”

His voice was deep and menacing when he cut you off.

“Did ya have fun with your uhhh, lit-le date? I sure did.” He grinned and it made you take notice of the blood splatter on his pale face.

Joker was far too calm leaning back in your accent chair, legs spread, with a lazy air about him. He was composed for a man drenched in blood. Most of it had dried in artistic streaks against his pale skin whereas some droplets still shined fresh and wet. His hands were the worst and he made sure to show them off when he began talking.

You couldn’t tear your eyes from the crimson staining his skin.

“I don’t think I’ve told ya this doll but hehe.. I don’t like others touching what’s mine.” Joker growled. He clapped his hands together, making you jump.

“So! I leave you for uhhh two? No! Three months to.. expand my operations and my bunny loses her way.” Joker sighed before pushing his hair back. You grimaced at the streak of red it left. “I go away and my bunny thinks she can play. I asked you a err question. Did ya have fun? Did ya enjoy borrrrrrrrrring old uh what’s his name?”

You were holding back tears but Joker didn’t like your silence. He rolled his eyes before raising his voice and repeating his last question.

You matched his tone, “You g-ghosted me Joker! You just up and left without telling me anything! I thought.. I thought we were over! You left me NOTHING! to go on! What was I supposed to do?!” At this point tears were running down your cheeks but much to your surprise they didn’t phase Joker. Normally your tears were his kryptonite.

Seeing him unfazed confirmed your worst fears. Joker was livid.

“Well. Let’s see Y/n. Not going on a daTe, not letting him talk to you.. not letting him touch you…. not flirting with him! NOT taking him home! NOT letting him sleep in OUR bed….. Not acting like a desperate little slut! You should.. have kept your legs closed but nooooo no no no no! No! You did it because you felt abandoned! You don’t listen when I pound it into that needy cunt of yours. You. Are. Mine.”

Joker stood up and stalked over to your sobbing form. “No matter how much… time… we’re apart. No matter how desperate you may feel. Oh shush shush bunny, I know. None of that matters. You are mine. Kay?”

Joker just kept twisting the knife deeper and deeper the more he talked. You couldn’t handle it.

“It's my fault really– for not making it clearrr for even dumb sluts to understand. No one touches what’s mine. So… I’ll let ya in on a lit-le secret.” Joker’s lips brushed your ear, “I cut his hands off first.”

You tried to turn away but Joker grabbed and held you in his arms despite your struggles. You got to witness first hand just how jealous truly was as he continued to brag.

(and this is where I said screw it and started over💀)

Oh! Here's my dumb writer notes for this oneshot! I keep a digital note on the actual google doc that I can reference while I'm writing hence why its at the end of what I've written instead at the top.

title? – jealous vibes

“So I lie in my bed and you run through my head,

Cause I’m jealous

I’m chasing you down

NEL you took it all

Do you really think i want you back

I had so much love for you to take

You took it al from me

Y/n moving on J ruining her chances.

anon request

Joker very distant lately always busy never around her anymore

reader very confused and upset. (((Now obviously he’s not cheating or anything like that he’s just too busy with his sick twisted plans on how to take over Gotham or something —but ohh well your insecurities get the best of you))).

3 months he wasn’t replying to her texts and when you called him it always directed you to voicemails.

It could be only two things he could’ve moved on from you or he is too damn busy to even pick up your calls…. So you decided to go on a date with some rando to push your feelings aside.

It was exciting at first, in the heat of the moment because you were a bit

attention-starved

having second thoughts about it all and how risky it could be. Joker is a very very jealous and possessive man and he could be literally everywhere you knew he had his goons looming around you to make sure you’re safe.

**** He either ruins the date or is waiting for reader at her apartment (disguise as waiter? Sitting at nearby table like in the movie? Watching the date?

literally however you want it you can even change some stuff in the middle I really don’t mind I just need more jealous joker (I have serious issues) it could be angst fluff smut

[halloween elements? Oct. 20 angst smut? Dark or soft?

J jealous over dates name tw: blood, dark J, choking

Examples: “Greedy wittle bunny couldn’t survive without some attention. Is that what ya needed hmm? You needed attention so badly you went out and gave my pussy away?!”

Bedroom hallway Floor not bed– J talks more about killing tristan during sex

Blood splatter on face all fours rough read BC for ref TRail of blood from the bed. Joker waking y/n in bed after the date.

#discarded wip graveyard #what could have been #is this okay?#his lighthouse

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