#i replied that id only do that if i found out they were a terrible person

[viderose]

im realising every person ive ever had a crush on has made jokes about me having “dangerous vibes”. firstly… ew. secondly…… im starting to think they were onto something.

#the last one…. ugh jfc #they read me like a book #back in April they sent me a picture of the view from their front door #and said ‘‘don’t geolocate and kill me please’’ #i replied that id only do that if i found out they were a terrible person #i sent a pic from my front door in return and said the same thing #them: no promises me: haha now who sounds dangerous them: still you lol me: lmao literally how??? them: it’s just your vibe. dangerous. #they were right anyway bc i did locate them (shhh no i didn’t) #ive banned myself from stepping foot in that whole country for at least 5 years anyway #might just ban myself from the whole continent

[bae04xx]

Omg would you write a yandere tsukasa x reader please

i’m actually bare sorry i never check tumblr and when i saw this i was sooo excited so i hope you like it xx

this has not been proof read and i cba sorry

as the winter closed in, there was a chilling presence in the air. i stepped back into the school, noticing the frost that had settled gently against the glass panes of the windows, i tugged my woollen hat down my head further in order to keep the heat in. while strolling through the barren halls i took notice of the oddly quiet atmosphere, sure it had been an hour or so since school ended but usually i could hear some clubs closing up, or at least hanako and yashiro. i made a mental notice of the abnormality, but continued my way to the broadcasting room.

i wonder to myself if i took too long, i had tried to be on time, considering i had to be finished with my homework in an hour- despite being forced to deal with a whole weeks worth in such a small amount of time i was expected to do it all. thanks to tsukasa. according to him if i spaced it out evenly i did it in small parts every day that was “too much time wasted that i could be spent with him” although he’s happy with putting my education on the line…

well at least that’s the only thing he’s endangering- id it were up to him i’d be 6 feet under, my ghost being tormented by his antics constantly.

but like i was going allow that, i’d been firm with him since the day i met him, no matter what happens between us- i am not bound to him and i am not dying for him. sure i loved him..

i loved him more than anything. even if i acted like i hated him, and he got on my nerves like mad, and he was a terrible person, i still loved him. and he loved me. he made it very obvious what he wanted out of me- for me to belong to him. tsukasa was very possessive, especially if he owned an object, but even if it wasn’t his- he would do anything to keep it. and that’s what i hated, i am not an object and i am not something to be kept, or protected; i don’t belong to anyone! his whole ideology goes against everything i stand for, but he just doesn’t listen.

it’s constant affection, constant attention, constant interrogations, he has to know where i am, what i’m doing, who i’m with always. but i’m not a child, fucks sake i am my own person. yet he’s always going on at me how i need to be bound to him, he’ll give me whatever i want as long as i belong to him, he can kill me and we’ll be together forever, i’ll be his princess. but i want to live. i want to make a life for myself, make my family proud, have my own family one day. but yet i love him with every atom in my being..

gosh life is confusing, why can’t it just be simple? i doubt anyone else has these problems.

i stopped dead in my tracks, as i heard hanako’s boyish laugh, my eyebrows knitted as i realised i missed the last flight of stairs, too absorbed in my own thoughts.

“y/n? what’re you doing down here?” i heard him call over from the toilets, of he knew i was here.

“y/n? hey!” yashiro rushed towards me and brought me into a soft hug, she was very warm, the complete opposite to my shivering form.

“hanako- she’s freezing!”

“what’re you doing here? aren’t you meant to be with tsukasa already?” he questioned, ignoring yashiro’s worries in order for his question to be answered.

“i’m fine,” i sighed, “i’m not meant to be anywhere, we aren’t bound.” i stated calmly as he chuckled.

“aren’t bound but you’re wrapped around his finger aren’t you?” he said, his cheeky smile adorning his face.

i huffed, preparing myself reply to his quip before i was interrupted by a cold, ghostly figuring wrapping itself around my back.

“y/n! what’re you doing here? you were meant to be in the broadcasting room ages ago!” he whined in my ear, his grip around my waist tightening, his sinister grip on my contrasted against his childish words.

“amane! i see you found y/n!” his face brightened as he saw his brother, while hanako stood his ground, yet uncomfortably. yashiro backed away from me towards him.

“she found me, i’m guessing looking for you,” he said coldly, as tsukasa craned his neck.

“well she was going the wrong way! c’mon y/n, i’ve got some much stuff to show you!” he smiled, grabbing my hand and leading the way, i sent a weary glance to yashiro, who just stood still, unsure of what to do.

…

“why were you there.” there was a bite in this voice, it was just me and him in the far part of the room, closed off from the 2 other members.

“i don’t know, i was just wondering and was thinking about some… stuff and didn’t even have where i was going on my mind,” i spoke softly, noticing his tense tone and his blank face- he exhibited no emotion.

“i’m not looking for excuses.” he spoke, his dark eyes barring holes into my e/c ones.

“i was on my way to you tsukasa, i promise,” i tried to reason with him, evidently hating the atmosphere.

“when how did you get there y/n, how did to get to amane when you were on your way to the basement?”

“i.. don’t know. i’m just stressed, ok? i’ve got a lot on my mind right now,” i was so close to giving up, walking out of this stupid club and going home to get the first good nights sleep i would get in months. he has me constantly cooped up here until the late evenings. just because he “can’t dread the afterlife with out me.”

“you’re not going home anymore.” he stated, his face still unchanged as mine blew up before him.

“i need to do my homework- my parents will kill me tsukasa! i can’t do this to myself, i need to finish my studies, i can’t always be here with you! my education matters, i put up with you all in my face while i am meant to be learning, set aside my home work to be with you, walk home in the dark all on my own and get god knows how many hours of sleep all for you!” i screamed, i was tired, and the bags under my eyes said that for me. just as i stood up to leave and turned my back on him, he grabbed me from behind.

“you won’t have to worry about any of that anymore, now be a good girl and sit back down for me,” i heard him whisper in my ear, as i tried to break out of his grip i left something sharp and cold appear next to my neck.

he had a knife against my throat.

“now are you going to listen to me?” he grinned.

i silently sat opposite to him, as we had been previously, he could feel the fear aching off me, he was basking in this work, his face staring lovingly yet proudly at my trembling body.

“you really should’ve told me this sooner,” he sighed, playing with the silver knife, spinning it between his fingers.

i said nothing, unsure of what would be the right response.

“are you gonna reply or just sit there shaking like a leaf?” he giggled, before he patted his lap, indicating for me to sit.

i slowly get steadily sat on his lap, as he cuddled into me, taking a deep breathe from his noise while his hands were feeling every inch of me.

“i’m going to miss you being so warm,” he said to himself, i shiver went down my spine.

“what.. do you mean?” my voice was so quiet, i couldn’t manage to speak above a whisper’s volume.

“i’m doing you a favour, i’m going to take away all these bad feelings from my baby, how does that sound?” he teased me with his fingers, sensually moving them against my thighs, i melted into his touch.

“yeah.. that sounds good,”

“so, you want me to take all these bad feelings away from you? no matter what the consequences are?”

“mhm..” i mumbled, too tired and my feelings being all over the place to speak.

“i’m gonna need a yes y/n,” he chuckled.

“yes tsukasa,” i said wearily, before i felt it.

his knife went through my heart, i sprung up as a i felt an animalistic scream emerge from my throat. as the blood spewed out of my i felt my lover’s chest rising to the beat of his uncontrollable laughter. i watched as he floated above me, his hands gripping my cheeks as he giggled and stared at his masterpiece, i felt my body dying and the blood rushing around me- only to leave me. my eyes slowly started drooping, until all i saw was black, and i felt myself slip away, finally at peace.

“y/n! you’re finally awake! gosh, you couldn’t of taken longer, could ya?”

“wh-what’s going on? i thought i was dead..”

“sakura! she’s awake! y/n is finally awake!”

“very nice tsukasa.”

“you’re finally mine, all mine. we can be together forever now!” he giggled, before planting a kiss on my forehead.

#fanfic #x reader #tbhk x reader #requests #requests are open #yandere tbhk #tbhk #tbhk hanako #toilet bound hanako kun #yandere tsukasa yugi #tsukasa yugi #yandere tsukasa x reader #tsukasa yugi x reader #tbhk yashiro #yandere #yandere x reader

[planetharrie]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Waiting from Home

In which Harry comforts Lucille after she finds out some terrible news about her sister.

Warnings: Contains very slight mentions of vomiting.

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When Harry received a dazed call from his girlfriend in the early evening, (barely) explaining she was in hospital, he all but pounced from the sofa he was sunken on.

He’d messaged Lucille just after 7 P.M that night, wondering about her whereabouts,

‘Hey, where are you? Dinners ready :) x’ was his message and he balanced his phone on his thigh, Lucille’s contact open so that he could read her message when it came through. Her iMessage bubble popped up, Harry watched the three little dots fade in and out as she typed before they disappeared all together.

He frowned and picked up his phone, ready type a second message to prompt her to reply, when a banner notification popped down. Lucille ICE read the caller ID and Harry’s thumb automatically pressed accept.

“Hullo, Lovie. Is everything oka—” Harry was interrupted with a sniffle and muffled sob, “Luce? Wha-What’s wrong? Talk to me—”

“Harry—”

“Yeah, Baby. ‘M here, are you alright?” Harry sat up and leant his elbows atop his knees and clutched the phone tight to his right ear. He was met with broken sentences and blubber as his girlfriend attempted to explain the situation from the other end of the receiver.

Usually, Harry would have the patience to allow others to cry and calm down a little before speaking, but in this case, he was so concerned he was getting slightly frustrated with the incoherent responses.

“Lucille, Love, I’m here. Just try and explain—”

“Hospital—I’m i-in the hospital.” Lucille muffled another sob before sucking in a deep breath, “Harry, I—”

Harry was on his feet in an instance, his left hand frantically feeling his joggers’ pockets for his keys. “Fuck, Luce. Do you need me? I-I’m coming, Love—”

“No! No, i-it’s okay. I’m in the,” she took in a shaky breath, her speakers going distorted for a second. “I’m in the waiting room. It’s Sam.”

Harry slowed down, his hand hovering over the front door handle. “Sam? As in your sister, Sam?”

“Yeah! Oh god.” Lucille’s voice broke, seemingly still in shock that it’s her own sister that’s in A&E; she honestly hadn’t processed it until Harry had asked. She began weeping again and Harry’s heart shattered. His eyes trail up to the ceiling as he blinks back his own sympathy tears and swallowed the anxious burn at the back of his throat. He sucked in a short breath and lowered himself to sit on one of the bottom stairs; he had to stay calm, collected and supportive for Lucille.

He found it almost challenging to hold back his own flurry of tears; hearing his wife sob through a speaker, alone in a cold and bare room alone was fucking torture. Knowing he couldn’t simply scoop her up, hold her, kiss her head, whisper caring and comforting words into her hair. Knowing he couldn’t make her feel safe at that very moment made him feel sick. And not only that, but his sister-in-law was also in a bad way; he didn’t know any details but Sam was very important to him too. They were close, basically like biological siblings. She was important to Lucille so she was vital to Harry.

“Alright, Baby, it’s alright. . . just take a deep breath for me,” Harry listened to her regulate a couple of breaths before coughing and a taking some more. “That’s it, Luce, well done. You’re going to be okay. .”

She hummed into the mic and sniffed.

“Now, do you need me to come down to St John’s? Is that where you are?”

Lucille began nodding but quickly realised Harry couldn’t see her. Now she felt stupid. Her emotions were high and beyond regulated and her face crumpled with tears streaming again. She couldn’t focus on a thing, and after not replying to Harry for a good 20 seconds, she got spooked when he spoke again.

“Luce?—”

“Yes, it’s St John’s Hospital. B-but no, you’re okay. I’m okay. Y-you don’t have to come, Harry.”

Harry frowned and shuffled on the step, “Are you sure? Lucille, I hate the thought of you there alone.”

“I’m not. Well, I won’t be; I think my brother-in-law is on his way, so Luke will be with me.” Lucille explained, her voice far more calm and understandable. “I’ll be okay.”

Harry sighed and rubbed his face, staring at the gap between his feet. His heart physically throbbed at the thought of his wife sat alone with her own thoughts in a silent room. He wanted to be there. But Sam’s partner, Luke, would hopefully be there soon. He was a great guy and Lucille felt safe with him.

“Okay, i-if that’s what you want, Love. I’ll come pick you up then?”

“No; I’m going to be here a-awhile, Harry. I don’t want to keep you up, you have work and—”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Lucille. I don’t care about work, right now. All I care about is you and Sam. I’ll stay up for how ever long you need.” Harry’s voice was short. He hadn’t intended for it to come out so sharp and impatient as it did. “Sorry. I’m just worried, Love.”

There was a slight pause on Lucille’s side before she audibly swallowed. “I know, Harry. Look—Luke‘s just arrived. He’s messaged me to met him at the entrance. I’ll be okay. I’ll get a taxi home.”

“Lucille—“

“I’ve called Stacey, I think she’s going to come keep me company; don’t worry. I better go ‘cause Luke’s waiting. I love you. .”

Harry squeezed his eyes shut and reluctantly accepted defeat. “I love you too, Luce. I’ll see you later.”

Then the call ended. Harry dropped his phone to the step bellow him and he rubbed his face until it went red. This was sick; he felt like such a shitty, useless husband not being at his wife’s side. But he reminded himself that this is what she wanted and he must respect that.

She has her brother and best friend with her ,

she has a her brother and best friend there,

her brother and best friend are there, she is not alone. .

Was what Harry had to rhyme to himself for the rest of the night to calm his anxiety. He refused to go to bed. He refused to get changed into his pyjamas. He refused to eat the food he made for the both of them. He refused to continue on with his evening, their evening, without Lucille.

So he sunk into the sofa, put his ringer on as loud as possible and stared aimlessly at the flicker of the TV for the remainder of the night.

At around 11, later that same night, Harry woke up to his phone ringing; he must’ve dropped off to sleep at some point.

His eyes squinted, adjusting to the blue light streaming at him from the telly and his phone. The caller ID once again had Lucille ICE flashing at him and he sat up.

He accepted the call and blinked. “Lucille?”

“Hello, Harry?”

“Who’s this? Stacey?”

“Uh—yeah, hiya, it’s me. Look Harry, I’ve just rung a taxi for Lucille. She really needs to come home.”

Harry frowned and sat up even straighter, “I offered to come collect her but she said no.”

“Yup, yeah she told me but she’s stubborn as fuck.” Harry nodded to himself, “anyways, she’s not in great shape. Her eyes are bloodshot and she was practically falling asleep in the chair. She refused to eat and drink anything. She really needs to come home.”

“Yeah, of course. Thanks, Stacey, I’ll look out for the car. Um,” Harry paused and recollected his thoughts, “did—did you hear anything more about Sam? Do we even know what happened?”

Stacey sighed, indicating it wasn’t great news. “Hit ‘n run basically. There’s not severe injuries, thank fuck, but she’s got a few broken bones, concussion. .”

Harry ran a hand through his hair. It sounded awful but he was relieved that no catastrophic injuries took place. A hit and run, how terrible. .

“Jesus. .”

“Oh, that taxis here. Luce, cmon stay awake for me, time to get you home, Babe.” There was a groan and some muffled movements coming from Stacey’s call. “Gotta go, H. She’ll be with you shortly, bye!”

Harry tossed his phone to the side and stood up. His blanket fell from his upright body and crumpled to the ground. He picked it back up, deciding he’d wrap Lucille up in it when she arrived home to keep her warm.

In the 20 minutes it took for Lucille’s taxi to arrive home, Harry had got the bedroom and bathroom ready for her. He’d made the bed all comfy, with a few of her collected Jelly Cats sat up waiting for her. He’d turned on only one lamp so that it was dim and cozy; Harry did not want to overstimulate or overwhelm her.

In the bathroom, a bath had been run with lavender-scented bath salts scattered in the warm water. Lucille’s pink flannel and matching towel were folded neatly on the closed toilet seat along with her pyjamas. Harry figured a quick warm bath would make her feel better; it would relax her a little bit before bed and she’d hopefully feel a little better within herself with clean hair, a clean body and—ultimately—a clean(er) mind.

As Harry went to shut the bedroom blinds, he spots a black taxi pull up onto the driveway, it’s headlights seeping in through the windows. Harry bounded down the steps and jogged out to the car.

He went to the passenger-side window and tapped on the glass. The driver rolled down the window.

“Hey buddy,” Harry handed him a folded £20 note. “cheers mate.”

Harry shuffled sideways and opened the rear door. Lucille sat behind the driver, her head slumped against the door, eyes fluttering shut. He knelt a knee on the seat and reached in for her, scooping his arms under her knees and around her back.

“Cm’ere, I’ve gotcha. .”

Lucille cradled in his arms, barely awake. Harry kicked the car door shut gently and thanked the driver once again through the passenger window and hurried them both inside.

⭐️

“Everything’s going to be okay. .” Harry cooed softly to his wife as he gently washed her face with a damp flannel. Lucille was slumped against the side of the tub, her small hand being used as a pillow to protect her head from the hard porcelain. “You’re going to be okay, Lovely.”

He ran the flannel across her forehead and looked down at her eyes. They were distant. Almost like there was nothing behind them; no thoughts, no emotion. The flannel was dunked back into the bath water before it trailed softly over her pale shoulder and down her arm.

Her naked body was curled up against the side and her long hair trailed down her back, wet after Harry’d washed it.

He took his eyes off Lucille for the first time in a little while to squeeze out the excess water from the flannel and drape it on the edge of the tub. Harry’s attention is back on his wife in an instant and he reaches over to cup her shoulder. His green eyes scan her pale features, searching for something; anything,

He hummed and copied Lucille’s position, using his left hand as a bony pillow for his cheek as he rested it on the bathtub. His finger softly rubs her damp skin and begins to hum a song softly.

Her eyes slowly wonder up to his and Harry gives a small smile, reaching up to stroke her cheek.

“Hi there.” He whispers. Lucille blinks slowly and Harry took that as her way of saying hello back. “Are you hungry, Darling? Do you want some tea? Toast?” His whisper continues but he notices a slight shift in her eyes. They went from content and sleepy to a slight panic-like glimmer. She began sitting up, her face looking flustered.

“Harry—“ she choked out as she used all of her strength to life her chin over the side of the tub, where she suddenly coughed and vomited onto the bathroom floor.

Harry’s hands immediately went to her back and forehead, supporting her weight so that she didn’t slip and fall. He rubbed a small circle on her back to coax anything else up. Lucille coughed over the small puddle of, well, nothing. It was mainly water. She was left panting, her eyes wide like saucers as she realised she’d just been sick.

“Oh, it’s okay, Luce.” Harry cooed, stroking back her wet hair. “let’s get you out of here, hm?”

10 minutes later, Lucille is tucked in in bed; wrapped up in her favourite pyjamas and the quilt tugged up to her chin. Harry is laying next to her, on top of the duvet, soothing her hair back and waiting for her to drift to sleep.

It had been a long, difficult and scary night for the both of them but especially Lucille. The best thing for her was rest. Harry figured he’d try getting her to eat in the morning. He then remembered he still had the bath to drain and the small puddle of vomit to clean up but that could wait.

The stress-induced vomiting had honestly scared him; the fact that she only threw-up maybe a mouthful of digested water made Harry feel sick himself—he hated the thought of his wife not being able to eat anything because she’s so sick with worry and anxiety.

“You’re so strong, Lucille. I hope you know that. Your sister is strong too and she’s going to be okay.” He whispered to her, despite her being fast asleep. He listened to her breathe, soft and faint snores coming from her nose.

Getting tired himself, he left the bedroom and went in to tidy and clean-up the bathroom before climbing back into bed—for real this time. Harry leant over and pecked the softest kiss on his wife’s forehead, not wanting to wake her before cozying down himself and letting his body drift into a slumber.

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#harry styles #harry styles fluff #harry styles writing #harry styles instagram #harry styles x y/n #soft harry #love on tour #harry styles imagine #harry styles prompts #harry styles social media #harry styles oneshot #harry styles fic #harry styles one shot #harry edward styles #harry styles sickfic #harry styles x oc #harrys house

[b1ackoutartist]

Hidden Treasures

Florence sat at her desk, her fingers tapping rhythmically against her favorite mug as she focused on the report in front of her. A soft smile played across her lips as she thought about the incredible weekend she had spent with Y/N. They had been dating for a year now, and their love seemed to grow stronger every day. Florence felt blessed to have someone so loving and supportive in her life.

Suddenly, her phone rang, shattering the calm silence of her office. She glanced at the caller ID; it was an unknown number. With a frown, she picked up the call.

"Hello?" she answered hesitantly.

"Is this Ms. Pugh?" asked a voice on the other end. It was a voice she didn't recognize, and it sounded somber.

"Yes, this is her. Who is this?" she replied, her heart rate picking up slightly.

"I'm Dr. Matthews from St. Mary's Hospital. I'm afraid I have some terrible news about Ms. Y/L/N." The words felt like a punch to the gut. Florence's heart dropped, and she felt a cold chill run down her spine.

"What happened?" she choked out, barely able to speak.

"Y/N was in a severe car accident earlier today. Despite our best efforts, we were unable to save her. I'm so sorry, Ms. Pugh."

Time seemed to stop as the gravity of the news hit her. Florence could barely comprehend the words being spoken to her. Her chest tightened as she fought back the sobs threatening to escape. "No, there must be some mistake... Y/N can't be gone. I just saw her this morning. We were going to meet for dinner tonight."

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Pugh. I know this is hard to accept, but I assure you we did everything we could to save her."

Florence's knees buckled, and she sank to the floor, tears streaming down her face. She could barely breathe, her sobs shaking her entire body. "I didn't get to say goodbye," she whispered, her voice cracking. "No last 'I love you,' no last kiss... Nothing."

She slammed her fist against the floor, anger bubbling up inside her. It wasn't fair. Why was this happening to them? They were so happy together, so in love. It felt like a cruel twist of fate that had stolen her happiness away.

In the days that followed, Florence found herself unable to function. She couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, and couldn't bear to face the world without Y/N by her side. She was consumed with anger and grief, lashing out at anyone who tried to comfort her. Every time she closed her eyes, she could hear Y/N's laugh, see her smile, and feel the warmth of her embrace. The thought of never experiencing those things again was unbearable.

Her friends and family tried to help, but Florence felt too lost and broken to accept their support. The pain of losing Y/N was too raw and fresh, the wound too deep to begin healing. All she could do was mourn the love of her life, the person who had made her world brighter and more beautiful.

As she sat on the edge of their bed, surrounded by Y/N's clothes and belongings, Florence clung to the memories of the time they had spent together. She tried to find solace in the moments they had shared, but every reminder only served to deepen her heartache.

Slowly, Florence began to realize that she would have to find a way to live without Y/N. It was a terrifying thought, but one that she could no longer avoid. She had lost the love of her life, the person who had made her happier than she ever thought possible. But she knew that, somehow, she had to find

somehow, she had to find the strength to carry on without her.

As the days turned to weeks, and weeks to months, Florence's grief remained a heavy burden, weighing her down at every turn. She felt adrift in a sea of sorrow, with no land in sight. She found it hard to concentrate at work, and her relationships with friends and family began to suffer.

One day, as she was going through Y/N's dresser, she stumbled upon a small, velvet box hidden in the back corner. Her heart leapt into her throat as she opened it to reveal an engagement ring. The beautiful diamond sparkled in the dim light, reflecting the tears that welled up in Florence's eyes.

It was clear that Y/N had intended to propose. Florence held the ring in her trembling hands, unable to comprehend the life they could have had together. The thought of Y/N as her fiancée, and eventually her wife, filled her with a profound sadness. That future had been stolen from them, and there was nothing she could do to change that.

Overwhelmed with grief, Florence clutched the ring to her chest and sobbed. She couldn't bring herself to put it on, knowing that it would only serve as a painful reminder of the life they would never share. The ring seemed to symbolize all of the dreams and plans they had made, now lost forever in the wake of Y/N's tragic accident.

Depression settled over Florence like a thick fog, making it difficult for her to find joy in anything. She found herself withdrawing from the world, unable to bear the weight of her loss. Her friends and family worried for her, but they couldn't begin to understand the depth of her pain.

Florence knew that she needed to find a way to move forward, to somehow honor Y/N's memory by living a life full of love and happiness. But the thought of doing so without Y/N by her side seemed impossible. How could she ever find joy again when the person who had brought her so much happiness was gone?

As the months turned into a year, Florence slowly began to find small moments of solace. She started attending a support group for people who had lost loved ones, where she found comfort in the shared experiences of others. She began to reconnect with her friends and family, allowing them to offer their love and support.

She kept the engagement ring in a small box on her nightstand, a reminder not only of the love she and Y/N had shared, but also of the strength and resilience she had found within herself in the face of such immense loss.

And though the pain of losing Y/N would never truly fade, Florence knew that she had to keep going, to honor the love they had shared by living a life full of compassion, joy, and love. In this way, she could keep Y/N's spirit alive within her heart, as she faced each new day without her.

#florence pugh x reader #florence pugh x y/n #yelena belova #florence pugh #florence pugh x you #yelena belova x you #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova x female reader #marvel

[jennaissantes]

homophobia issue …

first of all,,, im bisexual!! so if anyone has a problem with that, please get off my blog. i will not be tolerating homophobia of any kind.

i really, really didn’t want to have to come out in this way, bc the situation is so bad right now. i really didnt expect enhablr to be facing this kind of a problem.

when i first heard about the issue, i was thoroughly shocked. like completely.

before anything, ill let you all read the definition of homophobia.

“discrimination” “dislike against the community” this. disrespect falls in the category of homophobia as well.

now to address the issue at hand. i wasnt directly involved in this problem. some of you may even be wondering why im making a post about it.

but as a part of the lgbtq community, i think id like to speak what i feel about this.

the situation we heard about was that an enhablr writer, had written dni: lgbtq in their account, which literally anyone would be surprised or angry at, especially if you belong to the community.

OP’s friend, who had recently become my mutual, was defending OP’s actions, which made me think of unfollowing them and i wanted to unfriend them. but then i found out it involves religion.

religion is a very sensitive topic for everyone and could go wrong in multiple ways. i respect all religions and beliefs.

so i texted OP’s friend, asking about the situation at hand, in case it was a misunderstanding.

i am aware that the quran forbids acting on gay feelings. it teaches you to not accept the gay ‘Lot’. (i have done my reading on this topic so i rlly hope im not saying anything out of line. if i am, please forgive me.)

but as far as i know, and have heard from my other islamic friends, the quran also tells you to respect and love everyone, no matter what they are or identify as. respect and acceptance are two different things. islam doe not encourage lgbtq, but doesnt tell u to NOT respect people of every kind.

if what they say is correct, then being on tumblr and reading and writing fanfictions is very much considered as haram as well.

in the above conversation, i texted them wanting to hear their side of the story as well. OP’s friend constantly used the word ‘opinion’ along with ‘belief’.

now, opinion and beliefs are two different things. opinion is something that YOU FOLLOW on your own will. belief is something that your religion teaches you to follow, against your will or not. you can notice OP’s friend has used the word opinion quite a lot.

OP’s friend had received an ask and this was their response.

‘everybody has their own opinion.’

again, the word opinion is used here, which conveys to us that they’re not wanting to interact with lgbtq community on their own accord.

i tried to explain that most of us get enough hate for being a part of the lgbtq community, and seeing dni:lgbtq, doesnt make it any better.

now, about OP.

when OP was answering asks, most of their answers were very mixed up,

in the third picture, you’ll see ive highlighted a sentence.

they say THEY DONT LIKE lgbtq. usage of first person is used. “i don’t like what they’re doing” which conveys their opinion on the community.

in the first picture, they claim that if tumblr was only lgbtq people, they’d never stay. how mean is that?

second slide, ‘escaping them’ escaping us????????? what does that even mean.

there was another pic, (that i cant add rn bc tumblr has an image limit), where they said “why do people have a problem w us saying dni lgbtq but no one has a problem if people say dni homophobic?”

… are they being for real.

i genuinely dont think they understand the situation properly. they keep saying the same thing, and mixing up opinions and beliefs.

the replies under OP’s pinned post were terrible. people said things like “im so sorry. what they’re doing is so fucking messed up.” we wouldn’t call out people for no reason just like that???

extra info: OP had written a suggestive niki fic before too.

people of the lgbtq community are humans too. it doesnt make us any different from everyone. please stop treating anyone differently, we are all of the same bone. spread positivity and happiness, not this negative energy.

please feel free to dm me if you’d like to rant abt anything! im here to listen anytime ❤️

please reblog this!

tagging mutuals: @haknom @amakumos @soov @soobnny @dazed-hee @chiyuv @delcakoo @dearheemain @kimsohn @goldenhypen @wonieleles @jaeyunverse @haerinz @hanniluvi [my head is poundinggggg rn so im sorry if i forgot anyone!]

#— important #📞— user jennaissantes needs to put the phone down #enhypen #enhypen fluff

[oddeyevibes]

Where For Art Thou, Ichiban?

Summary: You step into the new millennium with terrible news concerning your best friend.

Words: 3131

A/N: I did most of this on mobile so if there are grammatical errors plz forgive that thanks, my eyes are in not shape to sit in front of a computer atm.

Then

The matter was urgent. 

You didn’t care about the looks from other people. 

You needed to find Ichiban. 

The day started normally enough until you found Ichiban’s wallet on the ground. No money, but his ID in there, bold as day. 

On any other day, this might have instantly caused some concern, you chalked it up to him simply enjoying himself. It was also his birthday after all. You figured he and Mitsuo got shitfaced. 

So you had set off to find and return his wallet to him. That’s when you heard a terrible rumor. At least…you hoped it was a rumor. Bad gossip always makes the rounds just as much as good gossip. 

Ichiban killed someone last night. 

When one of your mother’s coworkers told you that, you felt your heart drop. Ichiban? A murderer? 

‘That can’t be.’ You remembered thinking. 

Ichiban’s the type that’s always caught off guard when betrayals happen in crime dramas and now you’re supposed to believe he took someone’s life. 

When you stopped by the cigarette shop, the old lady told you the same thing. Of course, she made a slight harsh comment about it when she saw your worried expression. 

“It was only a matter of time, Y/N-Chan. He’s Yakuza, after all.” 

Then you ran to Michiyo. Unsurprisingly, she wasn’t much help. Almost as wasted as her customers and in her inebriated state, she gave the worst advice someone could give a teen going through emotional turmoil looking for their friend: check the Arakawa family office. 

So you went. Barreling through the streets of Kamurocho, ignoring the dirty looks and profanity people shouted at you for rubbing into them. Only one of them actually stopped you, Mitsuo. 

“Hey, hey! Slow down, Y/N. What’s wrong?” He looked behind you, worried you were being chased. 

You struggled to catch your breath before speaking. “Tell me everyone’s lying.” 

He shrugged, clearly lost on what you’re on about. “Lying? About what?” 

“Everyone’s saying Ichiban was arrested. That he killed somebody last night.” 

The look on Mitsuo’s face said a lot. He was just as in the dark as you were, if not more. He was deep in thought before a look of dreaded realization washed over him. 

“Oh shit!” He hissed. “I called him earlier and he started spouting some nonsense about how old we’ll be in the future. I thought he was just being sentimental cause of his birthday but…” Then he focused back on you, noticing the tears forming in your eyes. “Listen, Y/N, there has to be a misunderstanding. Ichi wouldn’t do that.” 

“I know! Why is he going to jail?”

“I don’t know, Y/N…maybe they got the wrong guy. Listen, I’ll talk to Arakawa-san. You just get back home—HEY!”

You bolted off into the direction of the Arakawa family offices, Mitsuo chasing after you. 

Standing in front of the office was none other than the captain that Ichiban and Mitsuo reported to: Jo Sawashiro, smoking a cigarette. 

“Y/N, slow down!” Mitsuo shouted, drawing the attention of Sawashiro. 

The older man turned in your direction, instantly recognizing you. The kid that Ichiban kept hanging around. Another example of Ichiban’s negligence as a Yakuza in his eyes. 

You stopped in front of the man, breathing heavily as he eyed you with an unreadable expression. He then looked past you to Mitsuo. 

“Mitsuo…what the hell is this?” He asked. He spoke with his usual stern tone. “Get this kid out of here.” 

“Yes sir!” 

“No! Where’s Ichiban?” 

He didn’t reply. Merely staring you down in an attempt to scare you but despite the mixture of fear and confusion, you stood your ground…and he respected that. Instead, he looked back at Mitsuo, gesturing his head in your direction, silently urging his subordinate to carry out his orders. Mitsuo went to gently grab your arm but you instantly snatched it out of his grip. 

“You don’t get to send me away!” You yelled. “Tell me where Ichiban is!” 

‘The audacity.’ Sawashiro thought. As much as he wanted to tell you off, he smirked. “You’re running through the street making a scene. You obviously know. Why don’t you tell me…boss?” 

“Everyone’s saying that Ichiban…killed someone last night. But I know it’s not true. Ichiban would never do something like that so then why is he going to jail?!” There was so much firmness in your yell as the tears let loose and began sliding down your face. To be honest, you looked like you could pass out any second but in your mind, you needed to be awake to help Ichiban if you could. 

“If that’s the word on the street then I guess it’s true then…Ichiban’s a cold-blooded killer.” 

He was teasing you. You knew it. Mitsuo knew it. 

“He’s nothing like that. He can’t even do a collection run like a normal Yakuza.” You reasoned.

“Maybe he’s an idiot savant.” He suggested, earning more of your ire. “Bad at collections…good at killing.” 

“SHUT UP! You’re lying! Ichiban would never take someone’s life!” 

Sawashiro finally got fed up. “Listen, you little brat, how well do you know Ichiban? How can you say he would never do something like that? You only know what he shows you.” 

“Captain…” Mitsuo interjects before you can shoot something back. “What…did happen last night?” 

Sawashiro scoffed. “Yasumura…why is she still standing in front of me?” 

“But what about--” 

Sawashiro said nothing but gave him a stern and threatening look. One that said, pry anymore and you’ll be losing part of your finger and Mitsuo knew Sawashiro was just petty enough to do it, especially with Mitsuo’s close proximity to Ichiban. Guilty by association and all that. 

He was too focused on intimidating Mitsuo that he wasn’t ready for the hard shove he received from you. He had almost toppled over before catching himself, nearly dropping his cigarette as it happened. He felt his rage quickly build as he stared down at you ready to tell you off but the tears in your eyes were just flowing and he didn’t have the heart to do that all of a sudden. 

You were some teenage idiot trailing behind another bigger idiot. You knew nothing true about this world and you probably had some black-and-white view of how things worked. He knew that if kept trying to poke fun at you, he’d eventually tell the truth, and while he could probably get away with just letting you in on it knowing no one would ever even try to believe you, he couldn’t with Mitsuo there.

He had to play it cool and collected to keep up the story. The story of him being the one that murdered someone last night and that Ichiban was covering for him by orders of Captain Arakawa. Maybe one day you’ll know but until then…

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” He shouted. 

“YOU KNOW HE DIDN’T DO IT!” You were screaming now. 

“Keep your voice down.” He hissed. 

“You know he’s innocent and you’re letting him go to jail because you hate him. You’re nothing but a jerk! A petty jerk! You’d let an innocent man rot in jail knowing he doesn’t deserve it.” 

“He got himself in there by himself. He thought he was a big man so he killed a member of someone else’s family. Now Arakawa can’t bail him out of this one.” 

“HE DIDN’T DO IT!” 

“What’s going on out here?” A calm voice came and tore through the rising tension. All three of you looked to see Masumi Arakawa standing there in his normal get-up with his signature fedora. Arakawa’s voice always made him sound calm and collected in a way that made other people nervous because they could never guess what was going on in his head. It was unnerving that way.

The Arakawa family head surveyed the current scene in front of him. Maybe in normal circumstances, he could laugh this off as simply Sawashiro letting a kid push his buttons. But under these circumstances, when he knew who you were and who you were here for…this talk was not going to have a happy ending. 

“Jo…what’s going on?” He asked. 

Sawashiro straightened himself up to give off the physical impression that he was not about to get into a verbal confrontation with someone that needed a hall pass to use the bathroom. 

“Nothing sir, she was just--” 

You pushed passed him to be face-to-face with Arakawa. The way Jo wanted to swing so bad but he knew better than that.

“Arakawa -san! Say it’s not true! About Ichiban! Everyone’s saying he killed someone but you know he could never do something like that.” You pleaded with the man. 

Sawashiro’s teasing had nothing on the way Arakawa suddenly avoided your pleading gaze, tilting his hat down. That told you clearly. Even he’s in on it. 

“Arakawa-san…?” 

“Y/N…have you eaten yet?” 

/////

You didn’t make much of a fuss about his request. You didn’t have any reason to not trust him but the energy of the whole walk was somber as the two of you just sat in initial silence as the sounds of small talk filled the cafe. 

He opted to just let the two of you sit in silence while you waited for your meals. He wanted to let you have a moment to breathe. It was only when the server delivered your food and left that he started to talk with you. 

“You know…Ichiban and I were supposed to get some Peking Duck last night…we had to settle for ramen since the place was closed. He was so excited, he almost made a scene shouting at the closed sign.” Arakawa chuckled. 

You couldn’t help but crack a smile but that didn’t answer the questions you needed. Your lack of an audible laugh told Arakawa that. It broke his heart that he couldn’t tell you the truth. From what Ichiban told him about you, he babysat you and was practically a friend of you and your mother’s small family. And now…he would have to take that away. That hurt him deeply. 

“You must be very close with Ichiban.” 

You looked up at him with a somber doe-eyed expression but there was a break before you responded. 

“Yeah…I guess so…he’s not really my babysitter anymore but my mom still tries to get him to come to the house. It’s her…really bad attempt at trying to get him out of crime…” you laughed. “She says he’s too good for that type of life.”  

Arakawa smiled. “I would agree. The life of a Yakuza is a life of…taking advantage of the community around you.” 

You shrugged. “Well, that’s not true. A lot of gangs start with the intent on protecting the communities they form in. It’s just…they all lose their way at some point.” 

“That is true. You’re lucky to have such a caring mother.” 

There was another beat of silence. 

“How have you been doing in school? Ichiban told me you’re graduating this year. That’s good. It’s nice to see young people living up to their full potential. So many are lost in the cracks that oftentimes they have no choice but to find shelter in unsavory places. Do you know what you’ll do once you graduate?”

“Well…my mom wants me to go to college. I’ll have better opportunities to fall back on if something doesn’t work out. But I don’t really know what I wanna do after that. Seems like I’m always asked that but I never have an actual answer.” You let out a nervous chuckle. You hated that question so much. 

“I’m hoping Masato changes his mind and does go to college. He’s a smart kid and he deserves a chance at showing that to the world.” 

You didn’t say anything to that. You had no real opinion on Masato in general and what few times you did meet him when Ichiban was tending to him, he was kind of an asshole. You probably shouldn’t say that to his father right now though.

“Maybe he just needs time to think is all…or maybe some motivation. I mean, he probably thinks he doesn’t need or…deserve to do something with his life since he’s the son of a Yakuza boss maybe?” 

“Ah…maybe so…” He seemed sad when you suggested that and you instantly felt guilty. 

“I’m not trying to say that it’s your fault, Arakawa-san. It’s just that…the few times I have met him with Ichi, he always seems so…sad, you know?” 

The man nodded. “I understand completely. Though I never know what I can ever do to reassure him that he has value in this world. I always try to tell him that he can make his own space without bending others’ notions of what he should be. I want him to live for himself but…it’s hard not to think that I’m holding him back sometimes.” Even with him pouring his heart out, the tone of his voice felt like a father’s reminiscing about fond memories with their kid.

You let out light laughter in an attempt to alleviate the tension. “Now I feel bad…the worst my mother and I fight about is how I’m trying to grow too fast. She wants me to go to college back in America so I can experience a chaotic youth like she did.” 

Arakawa sat back with a laugh. 

“Well, she didn’t say it like that but…she might as well have. I told her I’d feel out of place there. I mean…I’ve been here since I was practically a baby. But even then…it feels like I don’t have roots here either. I’m not even a foreigner but I get treated like one.” 

Arakawa casually leaned upright. “Maybe… you’re scared of leaving because you think it’ll hold more weight to the notion that you don’t belong here.” 

You nodded like a child caught red-handed. “I guess so.” You mumbling.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be living for these people. Maybe you should be living for yourself? Maybe that’s what your mother wants you to realize. I know it can sometimes sound like we parents are just…lecturing without understanding but often we do but…it’s been so long since we were young that we’ve forgotten how to say in a way that our children would understand. There’s a chance your mother can feel guilty because of how you feel and she wants you to find somewhere to place…your roots.” 

“Maybe so…but…I think I just need time.” 

“Of course. Life’s too short to force yourself onto one route. I think a lot of people forget that.” 

You shrugged. “Well, it’s hard for people to remember when everything around them is constantly telling them to be this way like it’s…life and death. People’s hands are being forced every day. It’s a rat race out here.” Your eyes lingered outside the cafe’s window, watching busy bodies move past, not even taking the time to stop for anyone busking on the sidewalks. 

You didn’t see the smile that Arakawa had on his face. Like a proud dad. You were a smart kid, clearly. You were gonna be alright with or without Ichiban. 

“Arakawa-san…” you only spoke his name but the delivery told him what was going to come out of your mouth next. “What happened to Ichiban?” You didn’t bother to look back at him. 

Arakawa was silent for a moment, mentally prepping himself for the question. Would he tell you the complete truth or half the truth? Would he even tell you at all?

“What happened to Ichiban?” 

Still not looking at him. So he took a moment before replying. “He’s going to jail. He killed someone without orders…someone in another Tojo family—”

“You have to be lying.” You finally turned back to face him. “You and I both know Ichi couldn’t have something like that. There has to be more to the story. Maybe he defended himself and…it was an accident. He’s probably losing it right now. Murder is…intentional. It’s premeditated. He’s not a murderer, Arakawa-san, you know that.” 

“…….I know. Maybe you’re right. It was an argument that got out of hand and maybe…Ichi took it too far.” 

He was willing to indulge this idea if it meant that you would simply go home after all is said and done. He could see how desperate you were to rationalize the idea of Ichiban being….going to prison for murder. 

“It’s not enough isn’t it. Nobody meant anything by it, right? I mean…your both Tojo clan…maybe they were just hanging out and got a little too drunk…were you there?” You asked him. 

He shook his head. “No, after the Peking duck idea fell through, we went our separate ways for the night. I had hoped to see the ball drop with Masato but…” 

“He’s not made for prison.” 

……….

Arakawa looked down at his food. 

“He’s hard headed but he’s got a soft heart.” You went on. “Can’t you do something, Arakawa-san?” 

There was a tense pause before he replied to you. “I’m sorry. There’s nothing I can do. He’s no longer a part of the family.” 

Hearing that broke you. Ichiban really was on his own. You didn’t even know what you could do to help him. You doubt any court or lawyer would actually help in the way he needed. Not to mention, this was Yakuza stuff and they would damn sure work to keep Ichiban in jail as retribution. 

“If it is any consolation…Ichiban accepted his expulsion from the family. He knew the risks if he stayed. This punishment is his and his alone but so long as he keeps his head down, he’ll be fine. The years will go by in a flash.” 

You let out a heavy sigh. There was no relief. Only sadness.

“I have a feeling you’ll be fine. So long as you focus on yourself much like your mother wants, you’ll lead a good life.” 

“My best friend is going to jail, Arakawa-san.” 

“If Ichi were to know you were panicking, that’s all he'd do during his time.” That clearly didn’t satisfy you. He folded his hands and placed them on the table.  “Right now, Ichiban will need you to be strong. Do you think you can do that?” 

There was a moment of contemplation before you nodded. 

“I promise, I will do everything in my power to make sure Ichiban is safe inside. That is my part. Do you know what yours is?” 

You nodded again. 

“Good.” He then extended a hand, signaling for yours. 

Your hand gripped his in a lackluster manner that was only shooed away when you realized how firm his was compared to your own. 

“Your mother has no doubt probably heard this. We should probably get you home. Alright?” 

“….ok.”

#ichiban kasuga x reader #yakuza x reader #like a dragon x reader #yakuza fics

[hinataxsunshine]

3, 5, 7, 11

Questions for the Mun!

3. whose writing has impacted your writing style the most? (you can choose anyone! famous writer or not.)

— is it too cheesy to say @andromedagarcia ? I feel like writing with her has helped me so much ( mostly because her writing is >>> and when she gives replies, I wanna match them as best I can. Making me actually think (/j) ). And I’ve been told that my writing has improved so sgaksgsk sobbing

5. is there a muse you really want to try? if yes: how do you feel about reblog karma?

— uh.. for Alice in Borderlands— not really? I’m not usually one to do Canon characters, mainly because I fear that mine will be terribly ooc 😂 but thinking about it, I bet Kuina would be one I’d choose

But besides AIB, I’ve been thinking about doing Karlach from BG3. Her personality is really fun to do (I’ve been playing her in a personal rp)

With Reblog Karma, I mean I never do it (Though I really should start doing it). I don’t really care if people reblog from me, and don’t send something in :)) it’d be nice, but not required

7. describe your favorite relationship dynamic. (can be any kind, platonic, romantic, familial, antagonistic, etc.)

— I have so many?? And so many that I’m blanking on my actual favorites oh my god. Maybe I should sleep.

Anyways. I love found family for familial/platonic. It’s so sweet, and people from different backgrounds and places and stuff just coming together and exuding that they find comfort in a group of rag tags?? Soft. Adorable.

Romantic, I think definitely one of my favorites is a kinda red flag one which is ‘Id do anything for you’ dynamic. Where two people are in love (or even.. unreq. Love) and one person loves them so much that there is nothing they wouldn’t do for their love? I’ve come to realize I tend to put that a lot in my OCs (Hinata, Caspian, Arin, etc..)

OH YEAH. And Grumpy x Sunshine. Simple. I love it. Also Moon x Sun dynamics. Would kill for them. Sobbing.

11. describe your ideal outcome/endgame for the muse you are currently writing. if you are a multimuse blog: do this for your current favorite muse, or the muse of the last reply you posted.

— as much as I love an ending fix it canon where Takeru somehow survive and all three of them heal after the events of the borderlands, it’s not my ideal ending for Hinata

There are so many endings I’ve dabbled in for Hinata, but the one I’ve written for his Canon is that after the events of the borderlands— it’s rough at first.

Aguni is in a Coma, Takeru and Emiko are dead, and his parents aren’t any better. His father is still distant as even and his mother is clinging onto him— because of guilt and the fact that her favorite child is dead. Hinata also has to get adjusted to only seeing out one eye, and having a scar (God, he already saw a column in the magazine talking about it).

He feels truly alone at first. But then, during his stay at the hospital visit, he makes friends with people (The really pretty girl with dreads— they have something in common, the shaggy haired boy who lost his friends as well during the meteor, and a individual who was kind to them when they ran into eachother.. and had pretty tattoos.)

I imagine Aguni is in a coma for at least a year or so. Hinata comes to visit him once a week and tells him about what had happened (“I found out Senshi— the tattoo person, was actually looking for their sister. We actually found her too, in the hospital when we were staying here! “ “Also, this other girl sometimes visits you too.. she seems pretty cool, and has a cool prosthetic. I wonder how she knows you..”)

Eventually Aguni wakes up, learns about everything, and the two of them work on healing. Leaning on eachother for support when things gets bad, and visiting Takeru’s grave. I think also, Hinata stopped celebrating his birthday at first— and only would visit Takeru and stuff, but slowly starts doing both. As a tribute. Maybe even Hinata opens up the bookstore/cafe he had dreamed when he was younger.

Ohp that was a lotta words lol.

#; mun answers #somatheking #aib oc #aib rp #alice in borderland oc #aib roleplay #alice in borderland rp

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Norway (Lukas Bondevik) X afab!Reader

Trigger Warning: Character death, suicidal attempt

Sypnosis: She was the first friend he made, as well as his first crush. She is the one he shows his emotion with, the undying love he had for her. He was happy that she came into his life, but his happiness will soon fade. All will be shattered.

Word Count: 2,183

Lukas? Lukas? Are you there? Please... don't leave me... alone...

Yesterday I died, Tomorrow's bleeding

Fall into your sunlight

"You know [Name], it's been 7 years since we got to know each other..." A certain Norwegian said. Looking up to the skies where birds are flying freely, he smiled. "I just wish that we can be with each other, forever..."

"Oh Lukas, of course, we can" The girl smiled at the male, making him look at her with a blush. "You know that I always loved you"

The future's open wide, beyond believing

To know why, hope dies

"I'm sorry Miss [Surname], but your illness can't be cured. You only have 24 hours left to spend your time with your friends and family. I'm very sorry" The voice of the doctor rang repeatedly inside the girl's head. She cried, leaning on the wall beside the room she have been in. "Why? Why does it have to end like this? I can't even bring myself up to tell him that because if I did, he will be terribly hurt. I can't allow myself to hurt him, but what should I do?" Suddenly, the female felt pain in her chest. She crouched it tightly as her knees hit the cold floor. Huffing and sweating terribly, not a moment later, she blacked out.

Losing what was found, a world so hollow 

Suspended in a compromise

"It's been one week since I last saw [Name], I wonder where is she now" A certain Norwegian mumbled to himself as he walked down the streets. He was planning to surprise the female by giving her something special because today was the day they met 7 years ago. A friendship anniversary, to be exact. He entered a candy shop and went to find her favorite candy, [favorite candy]. He smiled slightly to himself as he picked two packs of [favorite candy] and then proceeded to the cashier. He exited the shop after he bought the candies, he then proceeded to the next stop, a clothes shop. I hope [Name] would be happy with what I have for her.

The silence of this sound, is soon to follow

Somehow, sundown

"Hurry! We can't let her die!" A voice of a female nurse echoed through the hall as they brought the unconscious [h/l] [h/c]-haired girl to the emergency room.

And finding answers

Is forgetting all of the questions we called home

Passing the graves of the unknown

"Hey! Emil!" The voice of an oblivious Dane called the Icelander. "What?" Replied the grumpy Icelander as he looks up from his book and then to the Dane who was behind the couch he was sitting on. "Have ya seen Norge?" He asked. "No, I haven't seen him" Emil replied as he continued with his reading. "Where could he have been?" He muttered under his breath as he looks out the window. "Worried about him already? You know that he can take care of himself, and he would be annoyed if you were with him. Just leave him alone" Emil told the Dane. "If you say so..." Matthias sighed.

After 1 minute, his phone rang and he answered. "Yeah? Who's this?" He asked, not really checking the caller's Id. "Are you Miss [Surname]'s friend?" The caller asked. "Yes, I am Matthias Kohler. [Name]'s close friend" Matthias replied. "I am Dr. Sanderson. Miss [Name] fell unconscious here in the hospital after her check-up. And she seems to be in a critical condition, I need someone who can stay with her for a while. Can you, Mister Kohler?"  The doctor said, Matthias stood stiff like a statue. [Name]? Is in critical condition? What does she mean by that?

"What do you mean doc? Don't tell me she's sick" Matthias said worriedly. "I will explain to you once you got here," She said. The Dane hesitated for a while but decided to know once he got there. "Okay, I'll be right there as early as I can. What hospital is she in?" He asked as he got his car keys from the dining table. "She's here in St. George Hospital. Just ask the nurse her name and they will lead you to her room" The doctor replied. "Okay, I'll be there," The Dane said then hung up.

"Where are you going?" Emil looks at the Dane. "[Name]'s in the hospital. I need to check on her" He replied as he look back from the Icelander. "[Name]?" Emil asked as his eyes widened. "Yeah..." Matthias muttered as he looked down. "What happened?" He asked. "I don't know, the doctor said that she'll explain once I got there" Matthias replied. "I'll come too" Emil stated as he placed his book down and then wore his brown military jacket.

As reason clouds my eyes, with splendor fading 

Illusions of the sunlight

After buying all the gifts a certain Norwegian could think of for his best friend's friendship anniversary, he headed back to the house. Once he opened the door, there was no one in sight. "Matthias was probably at the bar right now" He muttered to himself as he placed the bags on the couch as went inside the kitchen. "Emil isn't here either, that's so unusual of him," He said to himself as he made himself coffee.

After that, he leaned on the counter as he drank his coffee. He saw a note resting on the dining table, he went to it then opened the note. His eyes widened as he read the content and almost dropped his coffee. He finished his coffee and placed it in the sink, he cursed under his breath as he headed outside again. "That stupid Dane..." He muttered.

And a reflection of a lie will keep me waiting

With love gone, for so long The Dane and the Icelander were inside [Name]'s room, they watched her sleep peacefully as they waited for the other two to come. "Hello? Matthias?" Tino's voice was heard from the other side as he knocked on the door. Matthias went to the door and opened it, revealing a tall Swede and a worried Fin. "Is [Name] alright?" He asked as they went inside. "Yeah, she's fine by now, but the doctor said that she won't survive long. She only got 10 hours left" Matthias explained as he leaned on the wall.

The four Nordics were inside the room, just watching the girl sleeping. Tino sat on a chair next to [Name]'s bed as he held her almost cold hands. Berwald was standing next to Tino, Emil was leaning on the wall next to [Name] with his arms crossed, and Matthias was leaning on the wall next to the door.

And this day's ending

Is the proof of time killing, all the faith I know

Knowing that faith, is all I hold 

"Excuse me, do you know where is the room of [Name] [Surname]?" The Norwegian asked the nurse at the counter. "Yes, she's in room 205 on the fifth floor" The nurse replied then he went straight upstairs. He hurriedly went to the elevator and then press the fifth floor. He cursed under his breath as he waited for the elevator to stop. After the elevator stopped, the Norwegian hurriedly exited the elevator and went straight toward her room. When he reached room 205, he knocked on the door rather loudly. He receives an answer of 'come in'. He opened the door and saw the other Nordics inside the room, but his gaze focused on the pale girl who was sleeping on the bed. He was happy to see her and went to her side and touched her face. "[Name]..." The Norwegian muttered as he was relieved to know that the girl he loved was still okay. He sighed and then looked at the other Nordics as if he were waiting for someone to explain to him. "[Name] won't be able to survive for long, she got 9 hours left. Her disease is incurable" Matthias explained and looked at the floor. Although it wasn't shown, Lukas was angry. After a while, the girl awoke and the Nordics were happy, though it was only 1 hour left to celebrate. They had fun and did other stuff to make the girl happy before she would leave them forever. "Thank you for making this day the best moment of my life, guys..." The girl muttered and smiled as she closed her eyes. Lukas' eyes widened as he held back the tears that threatened to fall. It wasn't enough, the time was enough for them to become happy. Now that [Name]'s dead, he doesn't know what to do anymore. Everyone felt sad and pity for the Norwegian, Emil placed his hand on the top of Lukas' shoulder as he shrugged it away. "We need to call the doctor, in case she can still be saved," Tno said then Matthias went out to call for the nurse. Lukas' tears were silently falling, without anyone even knowing. After a while, the nurse and the doctor came inside the room and the Norwegian wiped the tear away as they dragged the girl outside the room and hurried inside the operation room.

And I've lost who I am, and I can't understand

Why my heart is so broken, rejecting your love, without, love gone wrong, lifeless words carry on

But I know, all I know, is that the end's beginning

Who I am from the start, take me home to my heart

Let me go and I will run, I will not be silent

All this time spent in vain, wasted years, wasted gain

All is lost, hope remains, and this war's not over

There's a light, there's the sun, taking all shattered ones

To the place we belong, and his love will conquer all

The doctor and nurse are trying their best to save the girl once again, but it seems they failed. It was hard to accept reality, but they have to tell them that she was already gone. They stopped their work as the doctor sighed and was ready to tell them about the operation.

The Nordics were waiting outside, waiting for the news about the operation in saving [Name]. The doctor exited the room and Lukas stood up and waited for the doctor's announcement. But the doctor only looked at him with pity and looked down, Lukas was angered and left the hospital, followed by the Nordics.

"What are you doing? Are you just leaving [Name] in there?" Emil asked and grabbed Lukas' shoulder. "So what?! [Name]'s dead anyway, and she can't be revived again nor she can be saved. If she just told me that she had that disease before, I can still save her!" Lukas turned to them with his raged feature, the others were surprised by the sudden new Lukas. He waited for a response coming from his brother, but nothing came out.

He ignored them and went straight to their house. He slammed the door open and went straight to his room and locked it. He placed his hand on his face and cried. "Why do you have to leave me [Name]...? Why...?" He muttered to himself.

And I've lost who I am, and I can't understand

Why my heart is so broken, rejecting your love, without, love gone wrong, lifeless words carry on

But I know, all I know, is that the end's beginning

Who I am from the start, take me home to my heart

Let me go and I will run, I will not be silent

All this time spent in vain, wasted years, wasted gain

All is lost, hope remains, and this war's not over

There's a light, there's the sun, taking all shattered ones

To the place we belong, and his love will conquer all

After a week of [Name]'s death, they buried her afterward. Lukas didn't attend her burial and locked himself inside his room, crying all day. But after some time, he visits her. He doesn't want to move on, he sometimes tries to commit suicide but was stopped by his friends. Now, he chose to lie in solitude and depression.

Yesterday I died, tomorrow's bleeding

Fall into your sunlight

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[slimyficgirl]

Lost and found: A terrible, awful, very bad start to the day

As soon as your alarm jarred you awake, a single word rushed through your head. 

No. 

This was not going to be a good day, that was all you needed to be sure of this. All you wanted to do was burrow deeper into your blankets and sleep it out, but sadly this wasn’t an option, as you were an adult with a job and bills. With a disapproving groan, you pushed yourself up and grabbed your phone, turning the alarm off before reaching over to turn your bedside lamp on. You were greeted by a messy room filled with boxes and clothes all over the floor. A full month in your new apartment and you still hadn’t bothered unpacking. Your mother would absolutely flip her lid if she ever found out. 

You threw your legs over the side of your bed and stood, pausing and rubbing your temples as your head felt like it was spinning. Yup, definitely one of those days. With a long sigh you picked your way through the room, grabbing a random shirt off a box and heading to your bathroom. After brushing your teeth and hair, you threw the shirt on and began looking for some pants. So far, every pair you came across was either dirty or had holes. Your patience was running thin, as was the time you had before you needed to leave for work. Part of you swore if you couldn’t find some good pants, you weren’t even going to bother going.

A loud thud caught you off guard and you whirled around, grabbing the nearest object to defend yourself. 

Nothing was there, except for a pair of clean blue jeans that had fallen out of a tipped over box. You gently set the JoJo figure down and threw the pants on with a grunt. 

You topped off the look with some plain converse sneakers and grabbed your employee lanyard and bag, checking for your license and other IDs before leaving. You had no time for breakfast, which would likely come back to bite you later, but whatever. That was future you’s problem. You climbed into your car and sped out of the complex, inhaling deeply as you glanced at the grey clouds hanging overhead. When was the sun out last? When had you last felt...not like this? You hadn’t even been awake for an hour but it already felt like you were living on repeat. At a stop light, you took a second to lean back and close your eyes, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. 

“...come on, Y/N. You were tired all through high school, you can handle one crappy day.”

With that little affirmation, you hit the gas once the light turned green and continued on down the road. You made it to your job at the call center with only a few minutes to spare, running inside and high fiving your friend Sunny as you reached your desk beside hers. Sunny was a small red haired girl who always had a gleam in her eye and a smile teasing her lips. You’d been work friends for about two years now, and work would be 100% times worse without her there. 

“You just barely made it.” Sunny snickered as you collapsed in your seat, groaning. Her smile was then replaced by a furrowed brow and a tilt to the head, “Hey, did you call in or something? I was under the impression you weren’t working today.” “God, I wish.” You replied, putting your headset around your neck and switching your computer on, “But I’m scheduled, and I need the money, so no.” “Weird. I really thought you weren’t coming in.” Sunny shrugged and turned on her own computer, smiling as Mel came over with some Starbucks for you both. 

“I thought you weren’t working today?” 

“Nope, I’m here.” You replied, taking the coffee from him. Mel was a big guy. Not super muscular, more like those guys who’d participate in the Highland games. Kinda chubby but can totally toss a log if he wanted. He was another one of your three work friends, usually the one to bring coffee like he was now and generally just popping over from time to time. Before Mel could say anything else, someone cleared their voice loudly. You rolled your eyes and turned in your chair to see the supervisor of your shift, Ms. Gazelle. 

This woman drove you up the wall. She constantly tried to force everyone to dress way nicer than this job was worth and was looking for any excuse to write you up. What did the old bat want this time? Gazelle walked to the middle of the room and put her hands on her hips, speaking loudly so everyone could hear her. 

“Good morning everyone! Today we’re doing something a little different.”  Oh, you dreaded those words. Whatever it was, you were sure it was going to be a real pain. You silently sipped your coffee, watching Gazelle with tired, half lidded eyes as she continued, “A child went missing yesterday. A 7 year old named Chara. We’re working with the authorities for the next few days and running the tip line. This is a very serious situation, and I expect you all to treat it as such.” Okay, unexpected but she was right. That was practically a baby. You were fine with helping run the hotline. You put your headphones on and turned to face your computer as your third, and final work friend rushed through the door, heading to the seat on your other side. 

“Mr. Nelson, you are late.” 

You scoffed quietly as Gazelle scolded Abraham, you slumped in his chair, his long blonde hair a mess. He brushed it out of his face and spoke, his thick accent giving away the fact that he was a British transplant. 

“Sorry, ma’am, I’m still trying to get used to the directions here.” 

“Well, don’t do it again.” 

With that, the supervisor from hell stalked off, leaving the rest of you to officially start your day. “What gwarning?” Abe asked, starting up his computer. You moved one of the headphones so you could hear him better, and when you stared at him blankly he sighed, “Sorry. What’s up?” “7 year old kid is missing. We’re working the tip hotline for the new two few days.”  At that, he shook his head, whistling. “A baby like that, lost or something? Poor kid must be bricking it.” “Abe, babe, we don’t speak British.” Sunny reminded him, not looking up from her computer, and he sighed in response. Mel had taken a seat at the computer across from you, though he was big enough to still see you over the cubical divider. “Anyone know where people have tried looking?” 

“It looks like most of the parks in town and the streets near the place the kid lived.” Sunny replied. She’d pulled up some articles off the web. You glanced at your own screen, silently swearing. You wanted to help, but it was 4:30 in the morning. Nobody would be calling in a tip this early. “Has anyone searched Mount Ebott yet?” You asked absent mindedly, pulling up some articles about the missing child on your own computer. “Nah,” Sunny replied, “Besides, what little kid would want to go up there? With all the stories?” “What stories?” Abe glanced at her and she shrugged. “Supposedly, monsters live in the mountain, and anyone who climbs it never comes back.” “Bull.” Abe snorted, but you cut in, “No, it’s true. There’s a whole legend to go with it and everything.” 

Now Abe had completely turned in his seat, looking at you expectantly. Realizing what you’d done, you sighed and leaned forward, resting your elbows on the desk. 

“....Okay, so, it’s like this. Once-“ You caught yourself and then shook your head, “Submitted for the approval of the Midnight Society, this is the Tale of Men and Monsters.” That got laughs out of your friends and you smiled. “See, a long time ago, humans weren’t the only big group walking the earth. Alongside them, there was monsters. Monsters off all different types and sizes. Some made completely out of flame, some were spider girls. Heck, there were even goat monsters and skeletons. And they all lived side by side with humans, until one day, for an unknown reason, war broke out.” 

You paused to let Abe digest what you were telling him. He was quiet, leaning forward to listen. You now had Sunny and Mel’s attention as well.

“The war was a terrible one. Many lives were lost, but in the end humans won, slaying countless monsters and turning them to dust. You see, monsters are not prone to violence. If they fight, it is out of fear or to defend themselves, which leads them to miss one key trait that humans have. Humans are determined. It was this DETERMINATION that helped humans win the war-“

”Why do you say determination like that?”

You stopped and gave Abe a blank stare. “Interrupt me again and I’ll slap the British out of you.” Then, to show that you weren’t serious, you smiled. “Can I continue my story now?” “Yeah, yeah.” Abe smiled with a roll of his eyes, “Violent ass fool.”

“ANYWAY, it was this DET-Determination that helped humans win the war. Only so many monsters were left, and they were forced deep beneath Mount Ebott, trapped by a magical barrier that only a human soul could pass through. Now, anyone who goes up the mountain is never seen again. Supposedly, they fall into Ebott’s depths, where they meet their end at the hands of the monster’s angry queen, hell bent on collecting human souls to break the barrier and show her people the sun once again.” 

“You can’t possibly believe that.” Abe said once he was sure you were finished with your story. You leaned back, chewing on your lip as you debated how to respond to that. After a few seconds, you decided to bite the bullet. “I do, actually. When I was in foster care, we went camping on the mountain. My foster parents weren’t..great, so I tried to run away. I ended up tripping on a root and falling down a hole. I saw them myself.” “Are you sure the monsters weren’t just your imagination’s way of trying to cope with your abusive foster parents?” Mel spoke up suddenly. You lifted your head to check for Gazelle, and when you didn’t see her you stood, smacking him hard upside the head. 

“Ow!” 

“Don’t do that unless I’m suddenly paying you to be my therapist. Ass.” 

“We could search the mountain.” Sunny tried to de-escalate the situation, “For the kid, I mean. It’s pretty close to where they lived, so it’s possible that they might have tried to go exploring and just got lost.” “...Yeah. I guess we could.” Mel agreed, rubbing where you had hit him, “That’s a lot of ground to cover though. I guess we could make a camping trip of it. Stay the weekend.” “Yeah, that sounds like an idea.” You agreed, then glanced at Abe, who shrugged. “Sure. S’not like I have weekend plans anyway.” 

A hand slammed down on your desk, making you jump and Abe screech. Gazelle. 

“Making weekend plans? You haven’t even taken any calls! How about you focus on your JOBS instead of the weekend!” 

With a scowl, you turned back to your computer screen as she walked away. Not. A single. Call. 

“That woman is a gimping paigon.” Abe hissed under his breath. You nodded. “I have no idea what you just said, but I agree.”

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[stressed-chaos]

Memories - Part 19

I'm so sorry, I've not been getting any time to post! This one is terribly long and late.

As always, hope this part is nice! Comments are appreciated!

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Warnings: Descriptive nightmare, language, mentions of stabbing, sword and knife, mentions of being sick and screaming, food, a cheesy chapter, mentions of falling, kidnapping

The sun shining brightly in the sky formed two hands and a bucket of water with its rays and poured it on Ben’s head. Kidding. The sun’s ascent in the sky and spreading light everywhere did wake him though. He really should close the curtains on that fucking window. He squirmed and tried to face the other side, but found his hands locked with something. It was enough to bring the memories of last night and a smile crept on his face. His thought soon turned to, Is she alright? 

He remembers when they woke up the same way in that hospital and the almost kiss, respectfully stopping before he could. This time though, he could, couldn’t he? She came to him after a nightmare, she trusted him enough to comfort her after a night scare. He was proud of that emotional intimacy. Thinking that, he leaned forward and pecked her cheek, still keeping his lips close to her cheek. Even if she was his, he would still respect her boundaries. He felt her stir and swiftly moved moved away from her pretending to be asleep.

“I know you’re awake,” her voice rang through the room and Ben could hear the shit eating grin she had.

“Guilty,” he put his hands up. “You’re alright?”

“Yeah…yeah I’m good. Thank you.”

“There’s nothing to be thankful about.”

“No, no. Thank you for yesterday.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that either. I’ll always be there, alright? And if you’re ever ready to talk about it, you can always talk to me.”

Y/N nodded and leaned to peck his cheek, but at the last moment decided to kiss his forehead too. “So, you’re like my therapist? I thought you only had a degree in literature.”

“I’m just a great listener—wait how did you know that?”

Their friend.

His face fell. S’alright, she’ll remember. It’s not Christmas for a miracle to happen anyway. Speaking of that, Y/N got up and opened the window, taking in the view outside. The cold wind entered their abode and the man in bed shivered, pulling the covers tighter over him. He was wrapped in a blanket burrito with just his eyes visible causing her to gasp when she turned back and Ben to laugh. She rolled her eyes muttering ‘You little shit’ and hit him with a pillow before getting out and going to the kitchen.

Ben stayed a few more moments enjoying the domestic bliss and got dressed. He came out to see in the kitchen, to see Y/N making hot chocolate while Padfoot ate his meal soundly beside her. A perfect start for a perfect day. But she was looking for something, which Ben assumed was chocolate. It was on a higher shelf so he offered to pick it up, his chest pressed against her back. He tried to keep the effect of this interaction on him to normal, but his love knew him better than he did, even while not knowing him at all.

“Nervous Mr.Barnes?”

“What do I have to be nervous about, Ms.Parker?”

“Me.”

Ben was too stunned to reply. Y/N just laughed and continued on with her task, making the perfect hot chocolate for them, and filling her cup with marshmallows to the point where he wasn’t sure if it even had hot chocolate in it anymore, while he pet Pads on the head.

-

The phone ringing brought him back to Earth from the planet ‘How it would be like to kiss Y/N’s marshmallow coated lips.’ Ben went to hand it to her, but seeing the caller ID, he decided to pick it up himself.

“Hey sister. Remember me?”

“Don’t know about her, but your brother-in-law remembers you well.”

“Oh hello Barnes. How are you?”

“I’m good. Didn’t know you were an early worm.”

“The cat woke me up. How’s Y/N?”

“She’s good, making hot chocolate for us.”

“I miss those marshmallows.”

Ben laughed, “Come over then. We’ll make another cup for you.”

“Sorry. I have to cancel, got a little stuff to do.”

And he abruptly hung up. Ben, though a little confused, texted him their address, anyway. He found her on the couch watching tv, occasionally sipping her cup. That was fast, almost as she moved at the speed of sound. He propped down on the couch beside her, not-so-subtly adjusting himself to be close to her. Y/N sensed that and with eyes not leaving the tv, she snuggled to his side, immediately being engulfed by his warmth. She noticed her increased heartbeat was in sync with her cuddle buddy. 

Ben adjusted himself so she was lying in between his legs, with her head resting peacefully in the space between his stomach and chest. He was grinning like an idiot, but was too elated to care about anything except having her in his arms. Moments like these made everything go smooth in a fine line. He could pretend, just this once, that the last year didn’t happen without a care in this world and it was all a decoy someone was plotting just cause they were bored. 

Nothing else mattered for them in those moments, but each other. Time was a constant in this black hole, and they were both here, away from all the awful around them and in their little safe haven.

They released a content sigh, but got too embarrassed to say anything about it. Y/N asked him about something he would like to watch but he was too distracted by her eyes, her lips, her freckles, everything about her basically, to notice it. Shrugging, she flicked through songs until she landed on one of her favorites.

Ben was brought out of his obvious staring by the opening melody of Sign of the times filling their surroundings. The girl’s eyes were fixated on the tv and he should’ve been jealous, but he knew there was nothing between them, the real reason hiding from his sight. 

Y/N’s eyes grew wide and she felt like she was thrown through a portal into the place from her night terror. She wasn’t sure if she was asleep, awake or somewhere in between. She saw Harry’s lips moving but they did not form the words they were supposed to, instead, the same Russian accent came out.

I’m going to get you.

Words were echoing in her head like a broken tape recorder. She saw the same pair of green eyes and heard a groaning sound before a hand reached towards her with a sword sized knife. She could make out light coming from somewhere, forming a pennywise smile. She tried to look away but it was as if all the force of this universe wanted her to see it coming towards her maliciously. This time, the person was smart enough to stuff a piece of cloth in her mouth. 

She heard a muffled shouting of a faint “Noooo” being repeated with fear. Her eyes went wide when a light suddenly flickered on her side and she was looking into a pair of deep black eyes. 

Before the green eyed pennywise could attack her, the black eyed person sprang from their place and pushed her away. She let out an oomph after hitting the floor and was engulfed in a familiar scent. She noticed she was free of those cuffs and the rag was surprisingly gone. Seeing a bloody knife making its way towards them she screamed and jumped in front of the dark eyed person, turning back slightly to see their face–

“Come back. Love, come back to me,” her name was being spoken in hushed whispers.

And she was back in the living room. The song was paused, the screen not focusing on the singer. Instead, she was met with the same dark eyes, but they held a little fear, panic and as always, adoration. The blurred face became clear and she recognized Ben, whose forehead was bleeding, causing her to look away. She heaved a sigh and gained some courage to look again, hand involuntarily reaching towards the wound, not finding any red liquid. Her tear dam broke and she latched himself to her comfort like a baby koala wanting its mother to protect it. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, practically sitting on his lap and tears soaking his shirt. Ben kept repeating comfort words in her ears, interrupting with occasional hums of her favorite song, effectively calming her down.

Y/N’s sobs grew quiet and she mumbled, “I thought I lost you. Don’t—don’t leave me please.”

“Love, I would never leave you. I promise we will always stick together. You can’t lose me even if you tried.” My heart won’t be with me if I ever set sail away from you. I would always return to you, my harbor, he was both content on keeping these thoughts to himself, for now.

Maybe one day, when everything is alright.

-

Y/N’s nightmares continued as the days progressed. They weren’t any worse, the same one repeating over and over. Sometimes she would pass snarky remarks over to the green-eyed person or sometimes she would feel just helpless. She hadn’t been able to see who the green-eyed person was but she was sure of the other prisoner. She had still not told the worried man of his full involvement in her terrors. She assured him everyday that he wasn’t the cause for them, instead, he was the comfort. Ben was visibly upset sometimes, and he thought she hadn’t noticed but she did not want to burden him even more. He suggested seeing a therapist, knowing how important it was to talk about all the scares in her head. They hadn’t reached any conclusion on that yet.

-

The pair was going to the store down the street with Padfoot sauntering ahead. Pads was wagging its tail, clearly excited about their weekly trip to the store, while they were comversing among themselves, while keeping an eye on that overenthusiastic fur ball ahead of them.

“Is that my beanie?” Y/N mused, looking over at the blue beanie comfortably resting on Ben’s head.

“Is that my jacket?”

“You can’t prove it Barnes.”

“Actually–” He moved to reach for the back collar of the jacket playfully. “It’s ours.”

“The beanie too?”

He nodded, making Y/N’s face lite up.

-

The lady made a dash for the candy section, looking like a kid on Christmas morning, while Ben went on to find some groceries. She noticed a man approaching her when she couldn’t reach the top shelf. Stiffening unconsciously, she was about to move away when the man reached to the top shelf and handed out the peanut butter jar she was trying to reach. Her eyes darted between his hand and face. Accepting the jar, she thanked him and went to find her companion. 

Ben was holding a packet of cheese in each hand, examining it closely, maybe to check for poison, when he heard Y/N call out his name and saw a hand reach out in his peripheral vision to take one packet from his hand and put it in the basket. 

“Got all the healthy stuff you needed Barnes?”

“Got all the candy you needed Parker?”

She nodded before walking by his side. 

-

The sky was darkling by the time they had decided on the therapist thing, deciding to finally see one after a lot of convincing from Ben. They had asked Seb for advice and it was opted that she would visit her by the end of this week. They had dropped Pads off at Ben’s parents house earlier that day, since they were both about to go back on their jobs.

Despite Y/N’s protests of letting her help, Ben was preparing their meal while she had her legs propped up on the loveseat, reading a book. She let out an occasional laugh or gasp and Ben was just fondly admiring from the kitchen, keeping a side eye on the food. She had not changed out of his jacket, reasons being ‘it was extra warm and smelled nice.’ He just loved seeing her in his clothes, even if it was just a cap. She always looked better in them than he did, in his opinion and hence, Y/N’s closet was more than half filled with his clothes. They sadly came back to him when Sebastian arranged their stuff around the house. Whenever he brought clothes though, they were always labeled as ‘theirs’. He also occasionally stole one of her oversized shirts and usually took them with himself when he went filming.

Chuckling to himself, he went and pulled one of his Queen hoodies and gave them to her, claiming that the jacket might be too uncomfortable at home. Furrowing her eyebrows, Y/N accepted the hoodie and quickly changed herself, thanking him and nuzzled her nose on her shoulder side, basking in the smell. She asked him again if he wanted any help and when he shook his head, she sighed and continued her reading. 

Ben called her for dinner when she was about to finish her book and she hastily put a bookmark on the correct page, sprinting towards the dining room, eager to taste his cooking. He hadn’t cooked anything lavish but the meal he made sure tasted delicious. Y/N moaned when the flavors exploded in her mouth before complimenting him profusely, saying something along the lines of, “I could kiss you for this,” to which she didn’t notice Ben’s grin, too busy wolfing down all the food. She let out a contented hum and moved to peck his cheek, true to her words. 

Swallowing her food with a gulp, she asked Ben one question that had been lingering in the back of her mind. “Can I ask you something?”

Ben nodded, with his mouth full. 

“Did I have any partners?”

And Ben almost choked on his food. Fortunately he was able to get himself together just in time. “What do you mean?”

“Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Fiancee? Wife? Husband?” she began listing off. “You see, since I kind of cannot remember some things…I wanted to know if I had forgotten a partner or not.”

Now was his chance. He can tell her. It would be alright. “I know what a partner is. You —don’t have a partner. Single through and through.” 

And he blew it.

“You’re…happy?” He let out in a suspicious tone. Hints of disappointment could very well be detected in him. 

“Of course I am. I don’t have to worry about finding and remembering another person. I need to get my life together before thinking of a relationship.” She cupped his hand with hers over the table, Ben’s eyes following her movement. “Besides, I will be able to devote my full focus to remembering you and I hope I succeed as soon as possible.”

She kept her hand there for the rest of the dinner. Not that Ben minded anyway.

Y/N cleaned up after dinner, while Ben went to the Stark household to deliver some pie their loved. It had become a habit after she first tasted it during a visit. The house was just down the street and he was sure he would be back in a jiffy, but as he was returning, there was a sudden burst of rain. Ben usually enjoyed rain, but the weather was too chilly. He ran as fast as he could, and even after his best efforts, when he reached home, he was soaking from head to toe. 

Y/N ushered him inside and ran to fetch a towel while he stood on the porch, dripping wet. She rubbed the towel on his head first, while Ben dried his face. She had also brought some new clothing items for him and Ben, very carefully went towards the bathroom to have a steaming shower and change. 

He heard he voice behind him, “You’re getting sick tomorrow.”

“I’m not getting sick darling.”

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[carltonnotburke]

Pure friendship

Fnaf john x carlton burke

genre: fluff

tw: none/kissing if thats one

Authors note: i love these two with all my heart istg id let them kiss me-

All "the crew" as they like to call it are back in the well familiar diner, about to get drinks, they were chatting about what has happened recently and what they are all looking forward too on the upcoming weeks. Carlton mentioned that he would be graduating college in a months time and marla said she had signed up for a medical school nearby. This calamity went on for a while with all sentances ending in loud waves of laughter.

John was overwhelmed. He didnt like loud noises so he excused himself using the excuse Charlie had used, he needed a smoke break. He was thinking about how much better their lives must be compared to his, as he once again got fired from his work for being " too late " because he didnt get much sleep, he heard a voice, a worried one whilst he was thinking. "Hey, our drinks are out, i ordered you a latte 'cause you seem like the sorta guy who likes lattes.." He had not thought about how long he had been and got a fright when the person had spoken, he spun around, startled, only to realise it was Carlton .

"Oh ill be right there" he said, with an apologising tone to his voice, he then added that john had been out for a worrying amount of time and he wanted to check in with John. " Oh! Uhh.. " john answered, thinking of an improvisation that Carlton had once used, because he was a terrible liar, and Carlton could read him like a book, " come on, John, talk to me, ill try to help, " he then sat down beside him on a bench as John burst into tears because of how overwhelmed he was, Carlton then cradled his head and sorrow with his arms and brought him up to his chest, " hey, hey, hey! Its all gonna be ok, alright?.. " he then kept this act up until John was done with his tears, Carlton then stood him up, slowly to not let his " best friends" knees buckle

After a few moments John started laughing and said, "i love a good latte every now and then!" And they both shared a small laugh, before Carlton stops and ends up looking into John's eyes, then lower, to his lips, and John does the same but with Carltons facial features, and they slowly lean in. John pauses for a moment, saying " wait.. What are we doing? " as Carlton replies "the right thing" and takes ahold of the back of his neck and crashes Johns lips into his, they hold that position for a precious moment and break from the kiss, looking once again into eachothers eyes, the emerald green of Carltons and the hazel of Johns. They all of a sudden hear a familiar womans voice say " enough with the bromance and lets just drink our coffees, ay? Not eachothers sliva! " they both widened their eyes and burst into laughter.

" hey, hey, hey! Marla! Guess what i found the boys doing.. " she gets cut off with a few no's and a few "Jessica don't!" S, Marla then said, "i saw through the window," leading to two fairly deep oooohs and "Marla!" s from the boys " none of your buisness! " Carlton laughed and the laughter went on until their coffees went cold.

#fnaf #five nights at freddys #fnaf john #fnaf carlton #carlton burke #romance #fall in love #bromance

[casspurrjoybell-23]

LOST and FOUND - Chapter 1 - Part 3

*Warning Adult Content*

I awoke to my cell-phone ringing and buzzing in my pocket.

"Harrison?" I groggily called out.

I blinked, everything coming back to me quite quickly.

I did that a lot, called for him when I woke up like I expected him to come to my side and brush my hair back as I yawned, trying wake up.

He had been a morning person, always up before me.

I whimpered, knowing that he was never going to be there to wake me up ever again.

My phone wouldn't stop ringing, so I pulled it out and answered, barely looking at the caller ID to see that it was my brother.

"Hello?"

"Hey, bro," Liam said.

"Did I wake you? You sound sleepy."

"Yeah," I replied.

"But it's fine. I was just napping."

I smoothed down a loose string on the blanket, forcing myself not to pick at it.

"Have you been sleeping enough?"

"I'm fine, Liam," I said.

"You're not fine but I'll let that lie slide. Mom wants me to talk you into coming to the family barbecue on Saturday," he told me.

I could tell he was approaching it carefully.

"Oh, no. I... I couldn't. I can't drive that far."

My family lived an hour and a half away if you took a car.

Two hour bus ride but I hadn't ridden the bus in years.

Liam sighed.

"I'll come pick you up, Beau."

"No, no... I don't want to be any trouble."

"Beau, it's not a problem. We all miss you. We never see you and you're all alone over there."

I bit my lip.

I wasn't sure if I even really wanted to see my family.

They had never really approved of my relationship with Harrison.

They had always said he was too old for me and when he died they all gave me looks that said 'I told you so' as if they had expected him to die at fifty-five.

I hadn't been able to stand the looks, so I stayed away as much as I could.

Liam had never been that way though.

He was protective of me and called Harrison a pervert at first but then he told me he saw how much I loved him.

He was the only supportive one in my family.

"I'm... not sure," I finally said.

"I'm not giving you a choice. I'll be there at ten to pick you up."

I sighed.

He changed the subject.

"How's work going?"

"Fine."

As well as it could be going with having zero work experience.

I had done nothing for the past seven years.

Harrison took care of everything and I didn't even realize what a useless waste of space I was until he died.

I couldn't do anything for myself and that was glaringly obvious when I started working at the coffee shop two months ago.

Harrison hadn't left enough money for the bills to have been paid for more than a couple months, so I'd had to get a job.

Not that I could pay the bills with my minimum wage salary but at least I could buy food and keep the electricity on.

I had been so terrible as a barista at first but everyone at work had been so patient and nice even though they had no idea who I was or what I'd just gone through.

I hadn't gotten much better after working there for two months but I hadn't gotten fired yet.

"Just fine?" asked Liam.

"Yeah, just fine."

"Do you like your coworkers?"

"Sure. They're nice."

"Have you hung out with anyone recently?"

I held in another sigh.

"No," I answered honestly.

"I mostly just stay at home."

He was the one that ended up sighing.

"It would be good for you to get out, Beau."

I didn't say anything.

I just smoothed the little stray string over and over.

We were both silent for a couple minutes.

I hoped he would get tired of talking to me and just tell me goodbye but that didn't seem to be happening.

"Have you decided what to do with the bookstore?" he asked.

I tugged at my hair and whispered...

"No."

"Beau, it's just sitting there. You could sell..."

"Listen, I have to go Liam. There's someone at the door. I'll see you Saturday."

And with that I hung up.

I breathed deeply to keep from panicking.

I didn't need this kind of stress right now.

'What kind of stress, Beau? Life? You worthless piece of fucking shit.'

I sighed and rubbed my eyes.

I checked my cell-phone for the time, seeing that it was three pm.

I'd slept for three hours.

I was a little hungry so I got some peanut butter and crackers, curled back up on the chair and turned on the T.V.

I sat there for hours and stared at the T.V.

It started getting dark and I felt a little hungry again, thankfully there was more peanut butter and crackers for dinner.

I sighed as I took my dinner to the coffee table, switching to the couch.

Harrison would be so mad at me if he saw what I was eating now.

I lived off peanut butter and lunchables or whatever I could put in the microwave.

Harrison would tan my hide if he knew I wasn't taking care of myself properly but I couldn't cook.

He had cooked all of our meals.

I went from living with my parents to living with Harrison, my mom cooked for me and then Harrison cooked for me.

I had never learned any kitchen skills.

I shoved a cracker in my mouth and kept my attention on the T.V.

If I looked to the side I could see the stack of bills on the dining room table.

I shoved another cracker smothered in peanut butter into my mouth.

Once I was full, I cocooned myself in Harrison's blanket and laid on the couch.

After a few hours I started to drift to sleep.

I yawned and checked the time on my phone to see that it was past ten pm.

I had work at eight am tomorrow so I knew I'd better get some sleep.

I got up, folded the blanket and put it on the back of Harrison's chair and brought my leftover peanut butter and crackers to the kitchen.

I shut the T.V. off and then all the lights off on the way up to the guest room.

I stripped down to my underwear and crawled under the covers.

I set an alarm on my phone and closed my eyes.

I hoped for a dreamless sleep.

[monsterenergysimp]

Permanence

corpse husband x fem!reader 

summary: you meet corpse on a stream and you’re surprised when he reaches out to you 

warnings: cursing, mentions of tattooing

word count: 1.9k

notes: This is proof read but could have missed some stuff. This is my first corpse fic and my first time writing fanfic since I posted that super cringey book on wattpad when I was like 12 or something. I’d appreciate feed back so please reach out to me :)

main blog @itsmysleepover

read part 2 here!

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You were cleaning up your station so you can get home and stream. You loved your day job as a tattoo artist but you also really enjoyed streaming. It started as a way to promote yourself as an artist and the shop you worked at but it eventually became a really fun way to destress at the end of the week (or day if you were really itching to stream). “Hey Y/N was that your last client?” your boss, KC, asked as she walked to the front of the shop and put new flash drawings on the walls.

“Yes ma’am!” You said back excitedly. You finished cleaning your station and tossed your black gloves in the trash. “And you can’t trick me into staying and taking walk-ins,” you joked with her. She rolled her eyes and walked back into her office “It was one time,” she said as you slid on your jacket. As you walked out your phone buzzed in your pocket and you checked to see who had texted you. It was a message from Sean asking if you were free to play Among Us with him and some other streamers. You replied that you were on your way home right now and totally down. You were excited to see who was playing this time around since their Among Us streams are super entertaining and have gotten really popular.

On your way back you tweeted and posted to your Instagram story that you’d be streaming soon and set up all your stuff once you made it home. After a few minutes, you had a couple of thousand people watching. You entered the discord chat and Sean spoke up. “Everyone this is Y/N she’s sensitive so be gentle.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys and I’m not gentle, I'm ruthless,” You say into your mic and notice the chat calling you a liar. Everyone was in the lobby waiting for the game to start. “You sound way too sweet to be ruthless,” Corpse said. The countdown started and you were imposter with Charlie.

“This should be fun,” you told the stream. Yout tried playing strategically but after such a long shift your brain was mush. You saw Poki in nav and killed her then vented into shields. Not long after the body was reported and you were sure you were going to get voted out or at least sussed.

“Where was the body?” Felix asked. “Nav and I didn’t see anyone near there so whoever is imposter must have vented,” Corpse responded. Felix spoke up again. “I think I saw Y/N walk that way and I haven’t seen her since.”

Shit, shit, shit shit. “I’m in shield right now so-” you said trying to defend yourself but Charlie spoke up. “I was doing tasks with her earlier and I saw her walk into shields so she’s safe but I’m still not sure about Rae.” Everyone discussed a bit more and some people, including Corpse, voted for you but Rae got the majority vote and was ejected. You released your breath and kept playing being extra careful.  

“Okay, guys that was super close. Corpse knows and is out to get me,” you said to the chat. You were eventually voted off but one round later victory was written across your screen with your ghost and Charlie’s avatar. “Good game guys,” Corpse said.

“I told you guys I was ruthless!”

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You sat at your station doing nothing because a client had canceled a four-hour session. You were listening to music and sketching some stuff but you were bored out of your mind and you didn’t want to leave in case you got a walk-in. The music got quiet as you received a twitter notification saying someone had messaged you. You reached for your phone and saw you had gotten a dm from Corpse.

C: hey :)

You didn’t know what to respond. You were mostly confused as to why he decided to message you out of the blue. Did he want something? But what would he want?

Y: Hii! This is sudden

C: was i bothering you?

    shit sorry!

Y: Youre fine I wasn’t doing anything rn

C: how has your day been

    i dont usually do stuff like this

Y: Im glad you did im doing better now I was so bored

C: what were you doing that was so terrible

Y: NOTHING! thats the problem :(

C: im sure youll find something to do

You stared at his message. Unsure what to respond.

Y: Im gonna give myself a tattoo

C: what?

    NO!

You tossed the needles you used for your tattoo into the sharps box. “Oh my god you didn’t,” KC said. She noticed the wrap on your calve from the tattoo you just gave yourself out of boredom. “It’s not my fault I didn’t have anything else to do!” You said trying to defend yourself. She sighed and just shook her head. “Just go home business is slow today.” It was raining so the shop probably wasn’t going to get a walk-in anyway and you didn’t have any more clients for the day. It was only 2 pm but you drove home and after making lunch for yourself decided to stream. You weren’t expecting too many people so it was bound to be super chill. Your leg felt sore reminding you of the tattoo. You snapped a quick pic of the fresh jack-o-lantern on the side of your calve and messaged it to Corpse.

Y: [image] it came out nice!

C: thats  super cool actually

    i was concerned why you would just give yourself a tattoo but i found your instagram and       youre super talented

Y: Thank you!

For some reason, it felt strange to just have that be the end of your response.

Y: Im about to start streaming if you wanted to watch

    [link]

C: ill be watching ;)

What’s that supposed to mean?

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You sat in your apartment watching tv, hand lost in a bag of Doritos, and scrolling through twitter. You had stopped paying attention to the anime playing on the screen since you’ve watched it a hundred times and knew you wouldn’t miss anything. It was Saturday and you usually take those days off. Take the time to do chores or meet up with some friends but today you felt like not doing any of those things. As you continue your endless scroll (not helping the twitter addiction you told yourself you’d try to get a handle on) you got a message from Corpse.

C: wanna talk?

You looked down at the message unsure of how to answer. It was a simple yes or no and the obvious answer was yes. You and Corpse had started talking more regularly. You still didn’t have each other’s phone numbers but it was fine. Your conversations weren’t too big-- just you sending him memes, tiktoks, and telling him how much you liked the songs he would drop. Or him complimenting a tattoo you did. Sometimes he’d message you during streams telling you funny stuff his fans would say in the chat and you’d do the same. You learned a bit about each other but nothing too deep or serious. Like how you two lived a few cities away and you both really liked Donnie Darko. When Sean first invited you to that game out of everyone else there you were most excited to meet Corpse. He’s just so sweet and funny. Of course, you’d love to talk to him but you were also itching to talk to him and the last thing you’d ever want to do was make him uncomfortable.

Y: Yeah id love to talk

Here goes nothing.

Y: Wanna facetime or something?

     No pressure or anything it could even be a regular call

     I think facetime is just my default lol

You sent those last two messages quickly after you had sent the first. You wished you could know what he was thinking. It was killing you to think you had turned him off from talking to you completely. You put your phone down on the couch and went to wash your hand of Dorito dust. When you got back from the kitchen you turned off the tv and tossed yourself onto the couch.

Still no message.

Why am I so fucking stupid?  

Just as you were standing up to stretch from sitting on the couch all day your phone buzzed. You reached for it fast and looked to see that it was him. You became super excited still not even knowing what the message said. It could have told you to never talk to him again for all you knew.

C: sure lets facetime

    xxx-xxx-xxxx

You had his phone number. You added him to your small but growing contact list and called. You sat on your couch waiting for a response when he finally picked up the screen was black. It didn’t upset you; you kind of expected it and didn’t care what he had to do to make himself more comfortable during this call.

“Hey,” he said. His voice was raspier than usual.

“Did you just wake up?” You asked and looked at the time. It was about a little past noon and you had only eaten Doritos all day. Shit, you should probably make a decent meal.

“Not that long ago but yeah,” he responded and giggled. That giggle.

“Well, I’ve eaten nothing but Doritos all day while rewatching Ouran High School Host Club, so you’re welcome to join me as I make myself something to eat.”

“Sounds like fun; what are we eating?”

“I don’t know yet,” You said as you stood up and made your way to the kitchen. You opened the pantry and looked. You noticed a can of diced tomatoes and reached for it then checked the expiration date. It was still good. On your counter were some onions and garlic. “How about some tomato soup?”

“Sounds delicious.” you smiled at Corpse and your phone screen not knowing if he was also looking at his screen or not. “You’re really pretty-- you know that?”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to--”

“I’ve already told you what an incredible artist you are so many times I bet you’re tired of hearing it, but you already know what a talented artist you are.”

“That is very kind of you Corpse,” you said to him bashfully as you chopped the onion and opened the can of tomatoes. “But once again you don’t have to reach so far to compliment me.”

“I’m not reaching you are talented and beautiful and--”

“I thought I was pretty.” You could hear him chuckle with a smile on his face. “You’re both,” he said. You could feel your face getting warm from blushing.

“Fuck you you’re making me blush. My face is all hot and stuff.”

He laughed at how flustered you got. “That’s the cutest thing ever.”

You didn’t know how to respond so you just put some olive oil in a pot and tossed in your onions. It became silent but it was a comfortable silence. You turned the stove on and watched the flame for a few seconds. “If it was dark we could pretend we were together and having a bonfire or something,” you said to the phone as you turned the camera to show him the flame (still not 100 percent sure if he was looking at you or not).

“I’ll put it on the list of things to do when you visit me someday.”

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband imagines #corpse husband x y/n #youtubers #caffeinated ramblings

[nat-20s]

for @jonmartinweek THE FINAL DAY prompt- Pining/Longing. This one takes place, well, you’ll see

~*~

A Study of Longing, Told in Six Parts

Part 1

Martin wonders if he’ll ever get to a point in his life where kindness doesn’t feel like a shock to the system. It’s already surprising enough when Tim and Sasha invite him for drinks in a genuine offer of friendship, but for that kindness to come from Jon? Martin has no idea what to do with being believed, let alone being protected.

And now here he is, blearily opening his eyes only to find himself staring at a mass of hair. As he sits up and rubs the sleep from his eyes, the shape resolves into the form of one Jonathan Sims. He had apparently fallen asleep with his head cushioned on his arms, against the cot Martin was currently occupying. It’s not an image that Martin can fully process at the moment, so instead he debates whether or not to wake Jon up or quietly get off the cot to let him get some much needed sleep. He decides on the former, both thinking that it would be hell on his back to keep sleeping in that position, and that he would like an explanation.

Hand hovering above Jon’s shoulder, but not fully touching, Martin oh so quietly calls out, “Jon?”

That’s all it takes for Jon’s head to rush up with a gasp, glasses askew, and with the texture of his sleeves pressed in red marks on his face. It is a horribly endearing look. “Hrn?”

Martin opens his mouths, closes it, and waits for Jon to get his bearings. Jon smooths down his (frankly ridiculous) sweater-vest, adjusts his glasses, and slips back on his professional demeanor. “My apologies, Martin, I, ah, must have fallen asleep.”

Glancing to the crappy little digital clock resting on a file box next to him, Martin rolls his eyes. Only Jon could be quite so stuffy at 4:32 in the morning. “No apologies needed. Though, um, was there? Something you needed or..?”

Jon shakes his head and stands up, dusting off imaginary grime. “No, no, nothing like that. I had just, er. I had heard you cry out and I- I wanted to make sure nothing was going on. It appears that it simply a nightmare,so I will be.. taking my leave. Now.”

He doesn’t know what part of himself replies, “Oh! You don’t have to go!,” but he replies it anyway. Jon does that little thoughtful frown at him, which forces him to continue, “I mean, if you wanted the cot. For sleeping. I’ll probably be awake for the rest of the night, so, you know, no skin off my back .”

“Ah. No, that’s quite alright, Martin. Try to get some more sleep, there’s still a long work day ahead.”

Jon doesn’t even wait for a response before turning on his heel and leaving. Martin sort of hates how much he wanted him to stay.

Part 2

Jon is laughing. Jon is terrified, all the damn time, and yet, somehow, he’s laughing. Honestly, he was starting to wonder if he was still capable of it. Martin is gesticulating wildly with his fork, animated in a way that Jon’s only ever seen when in they’re in the middle of a rather silly debate. He thinks this lunch’s topic was something like whether or not snakes were cute? He lost the thread of conversation about half an hour ago, honestly. Covering his mouth, he lets the giggles run through his whole body, shaking his shoulders and heating his core. He feels light, heady, like he’s reminiscing with an old friend and they’re both on the edge of having had too much to drink.

He only wishes he could trust this feeling. He wishes that he could trust Martin, that they were normal coworkers having a normal lunch, that the previous person in Jon’s position had gone into an easy retirement instead of being violently murdered. He wishes he hadn’t read that letter telling him, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Martin, Martin, who took him to lunch and brought him tea and seemed so very warm in so very cold circumstances, was lying to him.

Jon stops laughing.

Part 3

Of course, the second his body hits the simultaneously stiff and weirdly lumpy motel mattress, his phone goes off. It may only be about 8 pm, but he’s tired, and he’s sore, and he’s had a persistent headcold for the past week for some unholy reason, the last thing he wants to do is talk. However, only about four people have the number to the burner cell, and they’re almost certainly have a purpose behind their call.

Closing his eyes and letting out a sigh that turns into more of a groan, he picks up on the 4th ring. “Hello?”

“Hey, Jon! It’s Martin, I’m not sure if you have my number programmed in that phone, or if it even has caller ID if you do. Anyway, it’s been about a week since I’ve heard anything, and I wanted to make sure you weren’t, y’know, dead or arrested or anything.”

His previously tense and aching muscles all relax, without him consciously deciding to relax them, and a sleepy smile spreads across his face, because some time in the past year he’s become a parody of himself. Yes, maybe he should be more affronted by how much Martin’s tinny voice brings him comfort, but he’s had a rather terrible time of things since...since he began work in the archives, really, and he’s worn down enough that he can admit he misses his friend.

Huh. Friends. They are, aren’t they? Wonder when that happened. (He can guess, something involving a fake CV admission, but he doesn’t feel like it right now.) “Martin, I recognize your voice, no need to introduce yourself.”

“Right! Yes, uh, ‘course..of course you can. Right. Sooo...I take it you’re not dead, then.”

“Correct. I haven’t been arrested, either.” It’s only sort of a comforting lie, so Jon thinks it can be forgiven.

“Good. Great! Yeah, that’s...that’s good.”

The conversation could probably end there. Jon could probably tell Martin good night, and they’d hang up, and Jon could get the sleep he had been so desperately craving not moments ago. Somehow, he thinks that neither of them want that. Scrambling for something to talk about, Jon replies, “Hang on, isn’t it something like 2am over there?”

“It...might be.”

“Martin!”

“What! It’s not like you have a monopoly on bad sleeping habits. Besides, I was up anyway, and I just..”

“Just what?”

“I just missed your voice.”

Oh. Heat rushes to his cheeks, and tears start to prick at the corners of his eyes, and god. He had missed Martin’s voice too. “Really? I know you’ve had to listen to a fair number of tapes lately, thought you might be sick of it by now.”

“No. I mean, I am a bit tired of tapes, honestly, but even the ones that you recorded, that not really your voice, is it? I mean it is, but it doesn’t sound like you when you’re actually, um, you. I wanted..I wanted to hear you.”

Jon’s far too worn out to deal with that sentiment, and the way that it makes his heart clench. So instead  of addressing it, he says, “I am very close to being asleep.”

“Oh. Right, sorry, I’ll let you go-”

“No! No. Um. Would you mind staying on the line? Until I’m gone? I-I like hearing your voice. As well.”

“Oh! Sure, yeah, definitely. Anything in particular you want me to talk about?”

“Whatever you like. Something nice?”

“All right. I can do that. Um. Did I tell you about this little yarn shop I found the other day. It’s called ‘Puttin’ on the knitz’, and it’s…”

Jon peacefully drifts off, listening to the voice of the man who he can only admit in moments such as these, he wishes was in this bed, laying beside him.

Part 4

please come back please come back for the love of god come back I can’t believe you’re doing this do you have any idea how stupid this is come back to me come back come back come back

Part 5

There is plenty of things to long for in the apocalypse. A decent cuppa. The relief of actual sleep. Murdering Jonah Magnus. For there not to be a apocalypse. They are grateful, however, to not have to long for each other.

Part 6

Martin comes to without a knife in his hand, or bloodstains on his clothing. Those, under other circumstances, would be good things.

Martin comes to, laying in the grass, without anyone beside him. He barely has the moment to feel agony spike through him before he’s out once more.

There are no Jonathan Sims admitted to the hospital. As far as he can tell, no one was admitted into the hospital at the same time as him, and certainly no one with a stab wound.

There are thousands of ‘Jonathan Sims UK’, typed desperately into a library computer search bar, wielding mostly results about a sport manager and a romance novelist. None of the images are of the right person.

Sometimes Martin puts one foot in front of the other, carefully blank in heart and head. Surviving, even  during times that he’s not sure he wants to, is one of his greatest abilities.

Sometimes Martin despairs.

On the worst nights, he tries to call the Lonely back to him, tries to be swallowed whole. It never works. He’s not sure if it’s because the fears aren’t in the reality or if they’re not established enough to have any leverage or if his connection has simply been broken. (He doubts the last reason. He hasn’t been this alone since Tim’s funeral. Even then, Melanie had thrown a few stilted condolences towards him. No one is aware enough of him to give condolences now. He misses Melanie. He misses all of them. He misses Jon like a gaping, bleeding wound misses skin.)

Seven months later, and he has enough money saved and identity built that he moves on to Scotland. The little village they had been adjacent to exists in this reality. Daisy’s cottage does not.

On a whim, he enters the yarn shop. He’s not going to pick anything up, hobbies are the last thing he can focus on, but it’s nice to look. To feel the various textures, to take in the rich variance of colors, to, hopefully be present in his own body, if only for a moment.

Martin steps in. The bell chimes. He’s there. Standing in front of him. Whole. In a cry that’s closer to a gasp, he calls out, “JON!”

Jon turns, looks up at him, recognizes him even before he’s even fully seen him. It’s his Jon, he’s here he’s here he’s here. The callback of “MARTIN!” sounds like it was punched out of him, the start of a sob and a laugh all at once.

In a blink, they’re together, their embrace a tangle of limbs, a collision of lips, a mixture of tears. Martin can’t tell which of them is saying the litany of “thank god thank god thank god” and who’s repeating “it’s you it’s you it’s you.”

It’s Jon that’s telling him, “I knew you had to be here. I knew it, because I kept thinking. Surely. Surely this new universe wouldn’t be so cruel as to allow me to live, but to make me live without you.”

It’s Martin that replies, “I didn’t know. I thought it would be that cruel. Please don’t make me go through that again.”

Jon pulls him in tighter, eliminating the centimeter of space between them. Speaking into Martin’s neck, whispered in fierce devotion, Jon promises, “Never again. Never again. You and me. Together. For the rest of our lives.”

Barely discernible through his sobbing, Martin tells him, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

~*~

There are people that think that wanting is more worthwhile than having. Martin thinks, frankly, that those people have never been in love.

#jonmartinweek2021 #jonmartin #jon sims #martin blackwood #AHHH this is just over TWO THOUSAND words #i really was like for the last prompt i will not Shut Up lmao #also fun fact! part 4 was specifically designed to not be clear whether it was from jon or martins perspective

[khaleesiofalicante]

I found this on my laptop?

Magnus frowned at Maia but she didn’t bat an eye. Alright, he thought, it was time to bring out the big guns.

He pouted at her.

“So, I can’t give free drinks to any cute people?” he asked, leaning against the wooden counter.

“Nope,” Maia replied shortly.

Huh. Maybe the pout needed more voltage.

“But what if they are super cute?” Magnus asked, pouting even further. “Like Chris Pine cute?”

“Still nope,” Maia shook her head.

“Are you telling me that if Chris Pine walks in here tonight, I can’t offer him a free drink?” Magnus asked incredulously.

Maia sighed, half tired and half exasperated. “I can assure you that Chris Pine is not going to walk into this bar on a Sunday night.”

She paused and looked at Magnus seriously.

“He better not walk into this bar when I am not bartending,” Maia said. “I will be so fucking pissed if that ever happens.”

Magnus wondered how much it would cost him to hire Chris Pine to visit the bar on Maia’s birthday.

“What’s the point of running a bar if you don’t get to give free drinks to cute people?” Magnus gestured at the patrons.

It was Sunday night and Hunters Moon was buzzing with anyone who hated Mondays – which was pretty much everyone.

“The point is to make profit so I can pay off my student loans,” Maia answered and slammed the cash register with a loud thud – she could be a little extra sometimes.

“You had to guilt me with the student loans, didn’t you?” Magnus pouted, for real this time. “Capitalism is a bitch.”

“Magnus, you don’t have to-”

He jumped over the counter in one smooth motion and put a finger on her lips. Cute people come and go – but friends are forever.

“I promised I will take over for you tonight,” Magnus smiled. “I won’t give anyone free drinks – even if they are Chris Pine cute. I promise.”

“Just for a couple of hours okay?” Maia said, as she picked up a napkin from the cupboard, probably hoping to clean the counter for the hundredth time. “It’s mostly just kids from the nearby campus. You can close up by 11.”

He smiled at her and took the napkin from her hands and put it over his shoulder. “Maia, I’ve got this. I just need to look pretty and serve alcohol. I’ve been doing that might my whole life. Just ask my dad.”

“Magnus, your jokes are more depressing than they are funny,” Maia pointed out, looking rather concerned.

“Hush, you!” Magnus shushed her. “Now why don’t you go back to the apartment and prep for the interview with the bank tomorrow?”

Maia was applying for a loan so she can renovate Hunters Moon to make it bigger and better. He wished he had the money to make her dream come true – but he didn’t. So he had decided to help her in whatever way he could. If that meant serving alcohol to redheads and Star Wars nerds with what were clearly fake IDs, Magnus didn’t mind one bit.

“You are the best-est,” Maia smiled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “You are sure you can handle it, right?”

“Maia, I know my way around alcohol,” Magnus reminder her again. “I once drank so much gin that I almost got married to a plate in Poland. Or was it in Philippines? It was a country starting with P. I remember that much.”

“If that anecdote was supposed to make me feel better, it failed miserably,” Maia groaned, shaking her head.

“The only thing that can make you feel better is some hardcore prepping for your interview tomorrow,” Magnus informed her. “Now off you go. I’ve got this.”

He turned around, already taking orders from a blonde girl in a leather jacket. He saw Maia exiting the counter and picking up her backpack. She turned around and gave him a fond smile.

“One drink,” she said. “You can give one free drink.”

“One?” Magnus said in disbelief. “But there are so many cute people here!”

Maia put her backpack over her shoulder and winked at him. “Then you better find the cutest of them all – and it better not be Chris Pine!”

Magnus pouted at the door, which closed after her. He looked around the bar once more - the small cozy space which will hopefully be a big cozy space in the future. It was full of cute people alright. But how could he just choose one of them? It seemed like an impossible mission.

“Alright cutest of them all, show yourself!” Magnus announced dramatically, half joking and half wishing.

Right on cue, the front door bell jingled and two ridiculously good looking people walked in. They looked like students – but Magnus did not make that assumption based on the usual signs like the dark circles under their eyes or the ramen stains on their t-shirts.

These two were actually carrying a pile of giant text books as they found a corner booth and settled down. Magnus was trying to figure out which one of them was cuter when the door opened more and his quest to find the cutest of was settled – probably forever.

The man wore a simple gray sweater and had dark floppy hair that fell just above his eyes. Magnus wanted to know whether he didn’t comb his hair or didn’t know how to.

And his face. Oh my god, his face. 

It was cute. Probably the cutest thing Magnus had ever seen – which is really saying something because Magnus had once attended a cat fashion show a couple of years ago.

The cute, no – cutest – guy’s face scanned the space, searching for someone – probably his girlfriend, if Magnus’ past luck was anything to go by. Even if this cute stranger turned out to be miraculously and conveniently gay, he was probably still here to meet up his boyfriend.

Magnus was used to his shitty luck.

The man’s eyes stopped on him and his mouth parted open, forming a slight O. He shook his head, his ridiculously cute hair flopping around making him look even cuter. The man started looking around again, this time more urgently.

“Face!” he yelled at someone. Or may it was Trace. Magnus couldn’t hear him over the patrons.

Mr. Cutest of Them All walked towards the two ridiculously good-looking students and immediately started gesturing aggressively at the counter. The two students peered over at the counter – at him? – and pointed at their books.

The man sighed and put his face in his hands. Clearly the three of them were dealing with some sort of personal drama. Magnus, despite wanting nothing but to talk to the cute guy, decided to give them space.

For now, he decided to do his job as promised and started taking and making more orders. One hour down, Magnus had successfully poured drinks, breaking zero glasses – although he did break a couple of hearts when he refused to give them his number.

They should really blame the stupid cute guy who was now brooding in the corner booth. The two mysteriously good-looking friends – friends? – seemed to be reading (studying? In a bar?) their giant textbooks in silence.

The blonde one did come over to get a couple of beers but didn’t say much. Magnus wondered if it would be a good idea to send over a drink to their table. Maia did say he could give one free drink after all and he didn’t think no one cuter could walk into that bar tonight – or any other night for that matter.

The bar was starting to empty out slowly as Maia had promised although the corner booth remained the same. Magnus shrugged and decided to clean up the counter since he had to close up in half hour. He was looking for Maia’s cleaning cloth – which she probably should wash more often – when someone loudly and awkwardly cleared their throat.

Magnus turned around to find the cute guy sitting on one of the bar stools, his fingers clasped neatly on the counter before him.

If he had thought the other man was good looking before, he didn’t have words for what he was feeling right now. Magnus could actually see his clearly now. His face, pale but beautiful – like porcelain that you want to caress at first sight. His blue eyes were so deep and enchanting and would definitely give Chris Pine run for his money.

The counter was empty, and so was the bar mostly, but one customer was still a customer. So Magnus decided to stop thirsting and starting pouring – alcohol, just to be clear.

“What can I get you?” Magnus asked, putting on his best smile.

No harm in smiling, right? It was just good customer service.

Okay he might have also unbuttoned one (or two) or his buttons while he pretended to look for something but that’s mostly because New York can be ridiculously warm in…January.

Whatever.

“Can I get a Cake by the Ocean, please?” the man asked.

“A what?” Magnus blinked.

“A Cake by the Ocean?”

“Uh, I don’t know how to make one of those,” Magnus replied helplessly.

Great his first impression on his cute stranger was that he was a loser who didn’t know fancy alcoholic beverages.

“I am sorry,” Magnus said quickly. “I am not a professional bartender. I am just covering for a friend. But I can look it up on the internet and see if I can make it for you.”

“No worries,” the man smiled, and Magnus wanted to kiss him. “It smells like orange juice and vodka. But also tastes like cranberries, I think? Oh – and peach schnapps!!”

“Hold on,” Magnus said slowly. “Are you talking about a Sex on the Beach?”

The man blinked at him once and then twice. His eyes widened in realization and he face palmed and groaned so hard that his friends looked over at the counter in concern.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry,” the man said, his voice muffled by his hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

“It’s really not,” Magnus smiled. Can this guy get any cuter?

“Why would anyone even call a cocktail that?” the man complained. “It’s a terrible name.”

“It was actually coined by this guy from Florida. He was asked by a peach schnapps company to create a cocktail featuring their product. So he made this,” Magnus gestured at the cocktail he was currently making, “He named it Sex on the Beach because most of the spring breakers who visited Florida at the time were looking for sex or the beach. It was really good marketing strategy to be honest.”

Cute guy looked both impressed and surprised at the same time. Cute guy looked cuter.

“I didn’t expect you to offer me an explanation and definitely not a comprehensive one at that,” the man said. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Magnus winked – because of customer service.

“You said you are covering for a friend,” the man after a minute of silence. “So how do you know about the sex on the beach thing? Do you happen to know random details about random alcoholic beverages?”

“While that would certainly look excellent on my resume, unfortunately no. My knowledge of alcohol is limited to mixing cocktails and making hangover cures. But I was a linguistics major at Columbia. I spent an entire semester on etymology. I may have a little obsession about discovering the meaning of things. So I happen to know random shit like this.”

“That’s actually pretty cool,” the man smiled again.

“I am glad you think so,” Magnus said genuinely. “My dad doesn’t see the point of pursing linguistics.”

“Most parents don’t understand the purpose of learning for passion,” the man pointed out. “They think we need to get a degree so we can get a job. They don’t really care if we like what we to learn or enjoy what we do.”

Magnus blinked.

The man was not only breathtakingly beautiful but also eloquent and deep.

“I agree,” Magnus replied. “But if we are going to talk about our parents, we need something stronger than a cocktail with orange juice.”

The man chuckled.

Magnus used to think that the most beautiful sound in the world was the sound a cocktail mixer makes when you are getting yourself booze after a long day at work – or short day at home.

But now he wasn’t so sure.

Maia can think whatever she wants – but if his depressing jokes can get another laughter out of the mystery man it would be worth it.

“Alec,” the man said, now smiling.

“Short for Alexander?” Magnus smiled back.

“Yep,” Alec nodded.

“Do you know the etymology of your name?” Magnus asked, as he waved at the last patrons – other than Alec’s friends – who were leaving the bar.

“It means protector, right?” the man guessed. “For Alexander the Great or something.”

“Actually it goes further back,” Magnus corrected, glad they were talking about etymology and not something like…baseball. “It was actually an epithet given to the Greek goddess Hera. She was a total badass. You should be flattered.”

“Well then, consider me flattered,” Alec grinned.

#why do I even have this fkhjkd #who are these people fjsfjdnfg #malec #malec fics #my writing

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matchmaker ❥ 002 || Solution

➪ MAIN | PREVIOUS | NEXT

“Tendou, you’re my best friend and you know I love you…but for the love of fuck why are you here?” You question eyes facing him as he was sprawled out on your couch. He looks at you, tilting his head a bit. “Don’t you make chocolate and go on shows? Aren’t you as busy as I am?”

You turn back to your computer. “Oh yeah! Well, I’m not busy per say and I don’t have a valid reason as to why – I just missed you and Toshi is all.” He replied, propping himself up on his elbows. “And I’m here to help you with your…problem.” He sang.

You purse your lips, looking at him. “My problem?” He clears his throat. “Why of course! My dear (Y/n) you have the common case of loneliness!” He sings, and you roll your eyes chuckling. You weren’t lonely, sure you lived alone, watched terribly cheesy romance movies, and the only thing filling your free time was work. But that didn’t mean you were lonely…right?

“I’m not lonely, Tendou.” You say bluntly. He hummed, “Sure, anyway I have a solution.” You weren’t too intrigued until Satori flashed his phone in front of you making you squint, you looked at his phone with an image in your face. You huff, “Tendou this is just a picture with you holding a baguette.”

He raised his eyebrow before turning his phone to face him. “Oh- Not that.” He laughed, scrolling through his phone. “I found this app earlier when I got to the airport – right and I think you’d like it!” He types in something and hands his phone to you. “I was scrolling through the app store trying to find – It doesn’t matter but then I saw this.”

“Matchmaker?” You take his phone. You gave a questioning look, “I’m not a fan of this solution.”

“Too bad, you need a boyfriend!”

“Stop saying I need – Are you saying I’m lonely again or something?”

He snickers, nodding. “Duh.”

You look at the app again, before huffing in defeat. “Alright, whatever. This app looks so corny though.”

– MY FIRST EDIT THINGY SHAWTIES plz don't be mean to me I’m trying 😟🤏🏽

– The way id def buy this

– This is a short written chapter you aren't reading too much 😌

– Also I was reading a smau and they had such a cute app thingy edit and I really wanted to do one!

– plz tell me y'all know the people that are blurred

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