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kit-williams · 17 days

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Sickeningly Sweet

The culmination of mine and @sculptorofcrimson's mega post about Valdor... you should probably read that to get an understanding of what is going on.

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon

As always thank you @squishyowl for the divder

tw: smut. yandere valdor. mindbreak or at least mind broken

This was written in like an hour

She hardly recognized herself in the mirror anymore... the slightly golden tinge to her eyes stared back at her with such sadness that was uncommon for her given her background... she made the most of everything... she really tried with this... as she could feel the way the comb just glided through her long brown hair... something happened when she got scared.

He had stumbled back when she let out that final desperate scream before she devolved into sobs... her eyes and her hair changed not long after that... but now no one came to visit... no one came to check up on her... she felt so sad and empty for the first time in her life... she covered her face and let her tears fall for herself for a moment before she knew he was there licking them away like a dog. And she once more felt the weight of the laurel upon her head.

The days felt so numb... and at times she felt like a doll being preened over and kept clean and loved... but she felt so achingly lonely. Ever since Valdor had come into her life... everything went insane... suddenly the Inquisition was doing its best to interrogate politely ask her what was going on. Suddenly there were machinations that she wanted to be ignorant about thrust into her face... then the Enemy was moving around, as Valdor had told her about some of the things that attacked the ship. They knew he was guarding something... he swore he wouldn't let them get her Him.

Her last attempt to pull away to get away from the golden nightmare ended in so much death and it was all her fault. She wept again... and once again his tongue lapped up the tears. Time was a blur for her as she tried to stop eating but while it kept him at bay for some time... she should have remembered he wasn't fully against hurting her and the subtle threats he wove got her to eat once again....

She hardly noticed the change in room as Valdor shuffled her around again... but all she could do was look up at him pleadingly to not kill them... silently praying to the Throne that she wouldn't have to watch him butcher people who were simply trying to treat her as human because that is what she was! But time still blurred for her and she couldn't take it any more... the crushing silence he held only to hold her so devotingly and whisper such praises... perhaps that is why she turned so inwardly with her own fingers as company. And still he watches even as she finishes even as she licks her own fingers clean... she can't even feel something alone.

How long has it been? She wonders as she hardly leaves her room anymore and feels herself wilting as the thought of that... "Valdor." Her voice cracks from disuse and there he is.

"Yes my Emperor?" He says with that calm voice.

"I feel lonely." She admits letting the tears flow. When he kneels and leans in to lick up her tears once more she presses her mouth to his and pushes her tongue against his. "Please... Valdor... Please... I need." She begs as she wraps her arms around his neck not knowing exactly what she was begging for. Perhaps for something carnal... as she remembers when he first appeared she felt that lust as who wouldn't?

"What do you need of me my liege." She feels his breath against her cheek and ear as her mouth moves desperately against his chin and throat... eyes closed tight to not break the illusion of her not thrusting desire onto him.

"Please touch me." She mewls at him and once more feels his mouth against her own as she moans eagerly into his mouth. The tunic she had been given now coming into play as his warm finger just brushes against her sex. She jolts at the contact moaning as she feels the digit sinking into her.

Pulling open her top she plays with her own breasts just to feel something just to feel the high in this as she keeps her eyes closed or stealing timid glances... but his gaze at her is terrifying in a way... so overwhelming.

However the slow pumping of his digit wasn't doing enough for her right now. "Valdor please I need you." She whimpers rubbing a foot against his inner thigh trying to encourage a reaction from him as she looks up at him with those eyes.

The ghost of a smile on his lips as his eyes hold some predatory look in them... as if she was a rabbit caught in a trap, "My liege is in need and removing my armor will take time... let me please you now." He pulled his finger out and tasted it... she watched him close his eyes for a moment savoring it before leaning in and licking the lips...

His name was a ghost on her lips before she suddenly screamed it out as he dove in with a hunger that sent a jolt of life into her. Her thighs squeezing his head and her fingers gripping the dark hair of his mohawk. She didn't see or chose to ignore the way he watched her writhe against his mouth... the way his eyes focused on her own as they flashed a bright gold... each lick pouring life back into this shard of the Emperor that was becoming like tarnished gold... dull and lifeless.

His tongue cupped and pressed against her bud as he wrapped his dearest liege shard in the finest golden chains of his devotion... she craved such companionship... it was something he had to discourage at first as who else but a loyal servant could bring their liege such pleasure. His tongue moves deeper and she screams with such desperate pleasure, "Valdor! Valdor please! I'm so close!" She sobbed as her faithful servant held her thighs gently just watching her come undone with a final shriek.

He made sure not a drop of her was wasted... she flushed as she could hear the wetness of his licks and laps as he cleaned her with such devotion. He knew her routine having seen her with a paramour before he knew for certain she was his Beloved... it was all a bonding ritual that would bring him into their good graces again. The concern that entered her gold eyes... "Do you need to be taken care of?"

"Do not worry about me." He said watching her nod as she got as comfortable as she could to snuggle in the afterglow of that sensation. And as Valdor played his role in her post coitus bonding ritual he knew... he knew his Beloved shard would be less... and less... and less... and oh so very less likely to pull away from him again like they tried to.

#warhammer 40k #yandere custodes #yandere constantin valdor #constantin valdor #adeptus custodes #tw: smut #tw: yandere #why did I write this #oh yeah to get sculptor to let me finish my god damn Dark Angel #for the masterlist #doesn't feel like my best but then again Valdor was kinda just SPRUNG on me

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starvingreader · 9 months

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I will build you an altar

Harry Choi x fem MC

TW: Self-harm

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst.

Harry discovered that MC was not the naive sunshine she appeared to be in the chatroom.

It was impossible to find the right words to say to her, to express his anguish. She was lying beside him, his arm wrapped around her shoulder and her face snuggled into the side of his neck. The moonlight shined through the windows casting a shadow of their figures on the wall. They had never been so close. In fact, Harry hasn't been this close to everyone for years, both physically and emotionally.

But he wasn't at peace. Harry struggled to fall asleep. Maybe because it was an unfamiliar bed or because he didn't cocoon himself with a blanket. Those were the possibilities. Or at least, that was what he tricked his brain into thinking so.

But after some attempts, he gave up. There was no point at all. It was crystal clear that it was her. Only she could make him crumble.

His hand traced the scars on her arm. Gently, so he didn't wake her up. Her flesh felt strange under his finger. The sensation of the scars had him thinking about the past - something he didn't share with her, and she didn't mention it to him either. A sense of powerlessness hit him suddenly. Her pain left such a bad taste in his mouth.

Harry didn't realize she was struggling for so long. She was a weirdo, yes, but at the same time, MC was the brightest person he knew. Harry had a lot of words that he associated with her.

Like caring,

Or warm,

Or understanding, or patient.

But never sadness. Sadness simply didn't fit her. She was so strong.

But here she was, with a bloody arm he bandaged clumsily and scars, lots of scars all over her body. Some were healed, some were not. It would have taken her years of suffering to cover her body with these.

He couldn't comprehend how bad it was for the pain to show through a body. You would have to break, break and break until a crack was formed on your skin. Harry thought about that a lot.

He couldn't stop thinking about her lifeless eyes when he barged into her apartment. She wouldn't even move until he was near. It was hard for her to move, no, even breathing was a task.

They didn't talk much the whole night. He was just there. Harry didn't require any explanation, he didn't want to disturb her anymore. Surprisingly, Harry didn't feel much of a betrayal about MC not telling her stories despite their bond. He just felt sad but sad was not the right word. It was something more, something so intense he wanted to reap his heart out and hold it in his hand so he didn't have to face it anymore.

The night was cold in a different way you would describe the weather. Harry didn't understand much at that time. He only knew how to hold his hands out for MC to place hers in. They both trembled a bit when they touched. She told him a little about her scars, so little he had a hard time connecting her words. MC didn't cry the whole time, but her tears were clear to him. She spoke of her stories like a stranger relaying the news. Like a small talk, that was the best he could picture it. MC was numb. The agony held her shackles to the point that even when she went insane, she couldn't scream for help.

After a while, MC fell asleep in his embrace. Harry had turned back to his god-knows-why self-destruction. He didn't know he could feel like this for another person. He couldn't have guessed at all. He thought he had gone crazy.

Harry started praying to a god, a star, or the moon. Whatever that you needed to pray to, he prayed. For they would take her pain away and give them to him, he would shoulder all of that, even if it meant death. But nothing happened, the scars didn't magically disappear from her. Harry was devastated, he had already known the answers but he was devastated.

Harry felt like a dumb shit. A dumb little shit that couldn't help her at all.

Harry wished her to be happy, be absolutely happy. She was his shelter, his home. He would build her an altar. He would build her an altar for her to know that she was strong and beautiful. He would build an altar for her wounds so she wouldn't be ashamed of them.

He would build an altar for her existence and preach her like a god.

But for now, he would just hold her. He would hold her so tightly that they melted into each other. For someday, her pain would be his, and he would be hers.

#harry choi #the ssum harry #harry choi fanfic #things I wrote at 3 AM #what is english i dont know english #harry choi x mc #the ssum

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charliedawn · 2 years

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Hey if your still doing slashers can you do one where Michael Myers is the readers dad and he tries to ground her because she told him to shut the f*ck up " or something? Please

Michael prided himself on being a good parent. He made sure you would never lack of anything and that you could have everything you wanted.

But, there were things you couldn't abide by, things that Michael found dangerous.

You developed a curiosity and stubbornness which he sometimes had trouble dealing with as a single father with no previous experience with kids..

To sum it up, he was an ex-murderer who just happened to have a daughter who sometimes had questions and requests he had no idea how to satisfy..like this one.

"I want to meet aunt Laurie."

You told him with a straight face and Michael stilled in shock at the familiar name, one that he had tried to forget and that he was surprised you even knew.

He had made sure to hide everything from his old life from you..especially Laurie.

But somehow, you had still succeeded in digging through his things and find the one thing he couldn't quite forget..

Michael : "...No."

The answer made you frown and cross your arms over your chest in clear disapproval.

"No ? You can't say no ! I want us to go see her !"

He pretended not to hear you and stood up to walk away. He couldn't face you, not today and certainly not about Laurie.

But, you followed him and kept requesting the same thing over and over until Michael finally snapped.

"Laurie doesn't want to see me !"

He raised his voice at you, but you didn't let it discourage you as you insisted.

You *frown and pout* : "But..she said in the letter that she had forgiven you."

Michael frowned in incomprehension. What letter ? You seemed to understand your own blunder as you looked away guiltily and showed him the letter from Laurie which you had intercepted this morning.

"I..just wanted to know who wrote to you.."

He hesitantly took it and opened it to find that it was indeed Laurie who had sent the letter and she asked him to meet her to talk.

He had a pretty good idea of what she wanted to talk about, and the mere thought of what he had done to her made him crumple the letter in his hand.

"Why didn't she say anything about me ? Does she even know I exist ?", you asked.

Michael *sighs* : "Not exactly.."

At your slight frown of confusion, he explained.

"I wanted to go find her when things were better and I would have full control over Myers. But, you arrived and I...Let's just say that I decided to focus on you."

"But..She's your sister, dad.", you reasoned and you held his hand, but Michael eyes downcast in sorrow as he remembered the look of pure terror she had set on him when he had killed her family..

He sighed and shook his head.

"No..Not anymore..Not after everything I've done."

Your features softened at the look of genuine sadness now present on your father's face.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. But, I don't think you'll ever see her."

You frowned at the clear refusal and stomped your foot on the floor authoratively. You had decided to see her and wouldn't back down now. You didn't understand..Why was Michael being so stubborn ?!

"I WANT TO SEE HER !"

Now, you weren't normally so petulant, which made Michael frown in frustration as he had already explained the reason for his decision.

"I already told you.."

But, you cut him off.

"I DON'T CARE ! I WANT TO SEE HER !"

You attempted to move past Michael, but he foresaw it and easily picked you up.

You : "LET ME GO !"

Michael : "That's enough of you, young lady. Now, why don't you explain to me why you're so fixed on meeting your aunt ?"

You finally stopped writhing in his arms and fell numb against him, knowing there was no fighting it. You then pulled out an old photograph from your back pocket and gave it to him.

"...There was an old photograph of the both of you in the letter. You seemed so happy. I just..I just want to be a part of this. I want to see you happy.", you admitted and blinked your tears away. Michael wasn't one to share his feelings easily, but you could always tell when he was genuinely happy. And, even with the mask, you could see the wide smile he had on his face when the photograph was taken. You wanted to see your dad smile like that again..

Michael took a glance at the photograph and froze for a moment before closing his eyes. He had actually forgotten about this..

"That's because this photograph is very old and was not taken on Halloween. My sister and I haven't talked in a long time, Y/N. Not since I almost killed her all those years ago. And I don't think there's anything I can say or do that will ever change that..."

You knew that of course, but you stubbornly refused to let this be the end. You wouldn't let Michael seclude himself because he was afraid of hurting people. He had never hurt you, and it was high time he tried to put it all behind him.

He wasn't a monster.

"But, it's not fair ! You've changed and Myers has too ! It wasn't even you !", you exclaimed in protest and Michael nodded.

"I know. I know. It's not fair.", he agreed and finally set you down.

You kicked the air and muttered under your breath.

"It's not fair. And it sounds like you don't even care. You are such a dumb*ss.."

He stopped dead in his tracks at the insult and slowly turned around to glare at you.

"...What did you just call me ?"

You knew it was a mistake, but it was too late to take it back.

Michael took a step towards the door and you thought he would leave, but he locked the door instead.

"D..Dad ?"

He didn't answer you and you winced before attempting hesitantly.

"...Myers ?"

That made him snap his head at you and you knew it wasn't your father anymore, standing before you with his shoulders slightly higher and his ragged breath.

It was Myers.

He instinctively reached for the mask in his back pocket and put it on, confirming what you already knew.

He didn't move for a good few minutes, only staring at you and assessing you.

Michael had assured you that he wouldn't do anything to you, that he had succeeded in making a deal with him, but it didn't make him any less intimidating or dangerous.

You discreetly slid your hand underneath your pillow, getting a hold of the knife hiding there for safety.

Finally, Myers moved and even though he had a slower gait than Michael, each step was carefully calculated and noiseless..You now understood why people called him The Boogeyman.

He stopped just in front of you and tilted his head slightly to the right, peering down at you through the openings in his mask.

You felt yourself trembling at the prospect that you may have angered him to the point where he would actually hurt you, but Myers didn't move a muscle before uttering darkly.

"Where did you learn that from ?"

Your eyes watered at the prospect of being in trouble and you sniffled before confessing.

"Freddy.."

He stilled for a moment. He should have expected it.

"We told you...Not to get near him.", he finally hissed through his mask and your eyes watered.

You nodded.

Michael had told you plenty of times, but the slashers were the closest to a real family you ever had and uncle Freddy was as much a part of it as any of the others..

"Yeah..But I was upset and I heard him call Pennywise that plenty of times before..What does it even mean ?"

Myers didn't answer you and took his time before replying.

"It means your uncle Freddy is going to be in trouble real soon."

He grabbed the knife you were hiding underneath your pillow and you could feel the shift in him in an instant. It sent shivers down your spine as you knew wherever Myers was going, it wasn't going to be pretty.

"W..Where are you going ?"

You didn't get the answer from him, but you still got it.

Let's say, Freddy's screams echoed for a good 30 minutes. It could be considered short compared to what you knew Myers could do. But, that was because he had to come back to you.

Freddy wouldn't use slurs or any curse word around you after that.

When he came back, Myers was covered in blood.

You thought Michael would come back, but he didn't and Myers' eyes fell on the letter and photograph still on your nightstand.

You tried to grab them first, but he was quicker and took a quick look at the photograph before reading the address on the letter..No.

"Uncle Myers...Please. Don't."

But, it was too late. Myers' hold on the knife tightened and he wordlessly left, ignoring your pleas as you ran after him.

"Don't hurt her !"

He didn't wait for you and the nurses knew better than to put themselves on the path of an angry Myers.

Some of the guards tried to stop him, but he wasn't startled by the bullets nor was he fazed by their orders.

He got on one of the hospital's busses and you followed him before he could drive away, taking down the gates by ramming into it full speed.

You hid among the ranks of seats and tried to find a way to stop him, but you knew he wouldn't listen to you. Not when he was like this.

When he pulled over in front of Laurie's house, Myers didn't take two steps outside the vehicle that Laurie walked out of the house with a rifle and pointed it at him.

"I knew you would eventually show up, Michael."

She shot him, but he came back up and she reloaded quickly.

"STOP !"

Laurie didn't hear you as her eyes were stuck on Michael's impressive figure, ready to shoot him again if he was to take another step forward.

"I won't miss this time...", she warned—aiming for the head.

How many years had it been ? 9 or even 10 years since they had last seen each other ?

Laurie remembered her first Halloween night, Myers was chasing after her with a knife while she was trying to save herself, running everywhere she thought safe.

But, every time she would be proven wrong.

Michael never lost interest and it only worsened with the years. Michael would remain her sweet brother for the rest of the year, but sometimes—especially on Halloween night—the other one would take over and chase her to kill her.

She had tried to make peace with the other one, but it hadn't worked.

She had ran over him with her car.

Twice.

Flashback :

"P..Please.", Michael uttered with difficulty, fighting the demon that was threatening to come out. He extended his hand forward, desperately trying to reach for her and he repeated a little louder.

"Please, Laurie !"

At her name, Laurie shed a few tears and even though she really wanted to believe he was no longer the man who had destroyed her life all those years ago, she couldn't take the risk.

She had said goodbye to her brother the night he had chased her around town with his knife.

And even though he didn't have the knife right now, she was too afraid of what would happen if she was to set him free.

"I'm so sorry..Michael. I'm so very sorry."

And she left him there for the cops to find him—or whoever could take care of him.

End of flashback.

Laurie was now now standing in front of him—ready to fight—but you suddenly jumped out of the bus and surprised them both as you stood in front of the rifle.

"No. Please..Don't do it.", you implored and Myers slightly tilted his head to stare at you.

You perfectly knew he wasn't Michael and could defend himself, but you weren't going to let Michael lose the only sister he had because of him..

"Get outta the way, kid. I'm not going to kill him. The thing is unkillable anyway."

But, even after her explanation, you shook your head negatively.

However, you didn't count on the height difference to play as Michael was pretty tall and Laurie could easily raise her rifle and shoot him in the head.

And, she attempted to.

She pointed it at his forehead, ready to shoot. But, you took the rifle with your hands and pointed it at yourself instead, ready to put yourself in danger for Michael.

"MOVE !", she shouted, but you didn't.

Welp, both Michael and Myers were definitely going to be pissed now and surely ground you for months to come, but it was better than to let her kill them.

But, Myers surprised everyone as he grabbed the long end of the rifle and torn it under your eyes, as if it was made of cotton candy.

The riffle was down, but she quickly took out a pistol.

Were family reunions supposed to involve so many weapons ?

"I'm not going to ask again. Step away from my brother, kid. I assure you that he is not normal and they will not hesitate before killing you."

Your eyes watered and you shook your head vividly before gripping his arm tightly and refused to let go of him.

Myers was now staring at you, as if he was seeing you for the first time.

He had never seen you take his defense before, you usually spent more time with Michael and tried to avoid him..

"I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU HURT MY DAD !"

At the news, Laurie's eyes widened in shock and after a moment of hesitation, she asked in disbelief.

"Wait...You're Michael's daughter ?"

You smiled awkwardly and nodded affirmatively.

"...Hi, aunt Laurie."

Laurie looked at the giant beside you for affirmation, but she didn't need to as she saw how he was looking at you...Myers had a tenderness in his eyes she had never witnessed before, and she finally lowered her gun.

"Well, I'll be damned.", she uttered in a whisper before looking back at you.

You offered her another weak smile before shrugging.

"Yeah. I know..Surprise. I'm alive. Myers didn't kill me. And I..I really wanted to see you..I hoped we could talk ?"

Laurie looked back at Myers who was still standing there, his chest bloody because of the first rifle shot.

She offered to bring him to the hospital, but Myers shook his head.

He didn't need to, and Michael was more interested with talking to Laurie anyway.

The shift was evident as Myers left and Michael returned, blinking heavily as he tried to process where he was and who was here.

His shoulders drooped slightly and tears appeared in his eyes as he hadn't seen Laurie for so long..He had almost forgotten how she looked like.

He ran forward and even though Laurie still held the pistol, it fell to the grass as Michael picked her up and spun her around.

You smiled at the affectionate display and took out the photograph you had managed to get your hands on..It looked very similar.

But now, you could actually be part of the picture.

You ran to them and Michael picked you up too.

Laurie laughed and even though her head was dizzy, she turned looked at the both of you and smiled.

"So..You got a kid now, huh ?"

Michael sheepishly nodded and a smile drew on her face.

"...She looks more like me than you though."

She burst out laughing as Michael's eyes widened and he was quick to shake his head negatively.

She patted his shoulder amically and smiled at you.

"Calm down, I was only messing with ya. Besides, I'm happy you're better now. I missed having my brother around..And I'm very excited to spend some time with my new-found niece."

She winked at you and you smiled widely.

"Now..How about we all get inside and we'll talk things over, huh ?"

You and Micheal looked at each other before nodding in unison.

Laurie then called the hospital to say you, Michael and herself would be spending some family quality time together.

The hospital didn't oppose the decision and you finally got to meet aunt Laurie and learn more about your father.

#michael myers x daughter!reader #fandoms #imagine #fanfic #slashers au #slashers #laurie strode

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carlsainz · 2 years

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an angst imagine with briss where HE is the one getting hurt by a girl he thought was his forever

to make it even sadder, this one's slightly inspired in liability by lorde :)

this became too personal, i'm sorry i'm just projecting

love's a weird thing, brendan thought to himself. you can love your family, friends, things or whatever and, albeit they're the same thing, they're always different types of love. it was a thing capable to make people insanely happy or sad, cause wars and inspire writers, artists and many other people.

some people just want to be loved by others, especially romantically, so they spend their whole lives chasing it but that's not how it happens. in brendan's case, he thought he had found his forever, the person that would love him the way he deserved, but the boy couldn't be more wrong.

when he first met her, he felt a deep connection, as if he already met her. the conversation was easy, they had a lot of things in common and the chemistry was perfect. one thing led to another and soon they were dating.

and that's when the problem begins, at least to her, because brendan thought everything was fine. he was, in fact, a needy person. that was a thing he could only share with a few people, having to disguise it under the cool side personality and everything, when in reality, deep down, he was just a person desperately needing love and affection. of course he had that with his family, but, somehow, it wasn't enough for him.

with her, he felt safe enough to show this side and he truly thought it was ok, he felt seen and cared for, but never loved, though. everything went south when she stopped answering his texts after a few months of relationship. she always came with different excuses and brendan believed every one of them.

then, she always seemed busy with something so they stopped hanging out almost completely, while the texts became more sparse. at that point, brendan started to feel the numbing fear growing inside him. the familiar fear that preceeded rejection and abandonment. insecurities took him and, during the last days, he used to cry alone in the dead of the night, thinking about how he was just a liability and not enough to anyone. not to his family, not to his friends, and especially not to his partners.

finally, he reunited enough courage to confront her. he asked her out and they went to some cozy cafeteria in the campus. there, brendan started asking if something was wrong, receiving a negative response, "no, everything is fine," she had said.

but then, at some point, she gave up on trying to being nice.

"you really wanna know what's wrong, brendan?" the boy just nodded. "you're so damn needy all the time, you need affection, then you need love, you need attention like a fucking pet. you know, when i first heard about you, i thought you were some cool dude that was really cool and nice, but turns out you're a little much for me. at first it was cool and everything because you didn't show this side of yours but i can't stand it, i only kept it going because i like what you give me. but i really can't and that's why i think we should break up."

brendan could only nod, too flabbergasted to speak as she left. when her words started to sink in, he felt terrible, like someone was repeatedly stabbing him in the heart. that was the reason he didn't allow people to see that side of him but he knew the risks and took them anyway. in his melancholic walk home, he could only think "yeah, maybe i'm a little much for everyone."

that day, he cried and cried for hours and no one was able to help him or make him stop crying, the pain too recent, the wound too open. that was also the day he fully stopped believing that, eventually, he would find someone who would love him as much as he loves them. that would understand his side and reassure him, not hurt. that day, he decided no one would ever hurt him again because he wouldn't be open to the world anymore.

#gabs answers #brendan brisson #vegas golden knights #pro blue #nhl blurb

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muite · 3 years

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PLATANITO !

» angst with kokonoi hajime ; here's my granito de arroz in platanito's birthday event ♡

"you won't be coming tonight?

"I'm sorry baby, I've been really busy and that's actually a really good thing for the company"

"oh nevermind, I was thinking we could go out and have a nice dinner" smiling at him through the phone "I thought you could use it"

"hm, I don't think we can y/n"

"why not?"

"I'm gonna be busy tomorrow too"

"oh.."

"but we can go out the day after tomorrow baby, don't be sad ok?"

"yeah, don't worry about it"

"ok, I'm gonna go now, take care, don't sleep with your feet outside the sheets"

laughing softly at this demanding tone you answered "take care haji"

hearing the beep from the device pressed against your ear you sighed this is the third time he cancels our plans, not wanting to be suspicious of him you started preparing dinner

he's not like that.. he's not

how many nights had passed since he touched you or slept with you in the same bed?

he must be really busy and tired

but how did come inui was able to take breaks and keep his relationships with everyone normal and without any problems?, the sudden thought of inui rememberd you of a conversation with him a little while ago when he asked when the two of you would get married and have little babies running around

I ask myself the same

thinking that he must be really tired and that he probably will dismiss eating properly you decided on making him his favorite, you can bring it to him later to work, if he didn't have time to see you because of it you would go see him instead

an hour had already passed and you were ready, dressed nicely and simple, carrying the food in tupperware containers, utensils and two drinks in the biggest lunch bag you could find

excitement bubbled up in your chest, you hadn't seen him in over a week and missing him so much was making you go crazy

will he shout my name in surprise?

the thought making you giddy, laughing softly at your silly ideas you open the door of his apartment, sliding softly through it, it already late, the only source of light coming from a room at the back

walking towards it your mouth parted excited to say something like "delivery!" or anything that would make him laugh for sure

but instead you're met with his pleading voice

"please, I'm not asking for much"

"don't you have a girl at home koko?"

"she doesn't mean anything!"

it didn't take you long to understand that you were that supposedly 'girl at home' and that koko had just admitted how you didn't mean anything

you didn't want to, but with all the quietness you could get you poked your head out, trying to take a look at what was happening there

first: you saw your boyfriend's body and another one of the same stature Infront of him, who you guessed was Inui for the light color of his hair

moving your eyes up to catch a glimpse of koko's face your eyes made contact with Inui, said individual already looking at you

ducking your head you hoped he didn't tell koko, his earlier proclamation of how you were nothing still not settling well in you, and wanting to keep listening at what he had to say hoping that it was just a misunderstanding

I'm in denial aren't I?

"she doesn't mean anything koko?"

"you know she doesn't Inupi! just... please" a heaved breath coming from koko resonated in the room "please... I just want to see akane again"

the sound of your heart breaking together with every thought in your mind was all you could hear

"that's really low"

"I stopped caring about that a long ago" koko shuts his eyes closed "i'm getting desperate"

"then why don't you tell me what y/n means to you?"

your eyes widened at Inupi's request, he knew you were listening, did he want to break you even more?

"she's just warming my bed while I get akane back" he felt like he's going to regret this, but if the outcome of this mess let him get back with akane then it would be worth it "I really liked her at first, she was sweet and the perfect idea of a girlfriend but I was just fooling myself"

"how so?"

"I liked to think that the news would reach akane and she'll try to get back at me"

for a moment everything was silent, your poor little heart had been stepped on, pissed on and just thrown to the side like it was nothing, you felt numb all over, thinking to yourself if a human was capable of surviving a heartbreaking pain like this

"well, you have your answer y/n"

"ha?"

"you can come out now"

you wanted to go and scream, kick koko, slap him, but you couldn't, the life was slowly eated away from your eyes, soulless orbs took place where your had shining lovesick eyes before all changed with the sudden force of hatred

he said so himself, you were just a bed warmer while he was your first in everything, if koko didn't see any value in you how would you see it for yourself? tossed aside like trash you felt like it too, you didn't want to hate him but the state your mind was currently in wouldn't allow yourself to keep on loving him

removing your stupid big lunch bag and the contents inside you left as quickly as your feet could carry you, you didn't want any of them to look at how pathetic you had become in just a few minutes

and just as koko came outside of the room to see who was outside the room you had walked out the door

I didn't want to love you, you taught me how hate you

and now as you walked out of his life you wondered if you would be capable of loving someone again, you wondered where are the children you never had with him

maybe in saturn

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thatgeekyemo · 2 years

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What Hurts The Most

peter parker x reader | 3K

summery: you survived.

prompt 32: "I wasn't ready to say goodbye.", 1-800-Confusion and iloveyou3000peter on Wattpad

warning: pile of angst

Your alarm had gone off twenty minutes ago, but you were still lying in your bed, unmoving.

You hadn't gone back to sleep, no. It was another bad day. A day where the past did nothing but haunt you. A day when your thoughts drifted back to the horrors of five years ago. A day where you mourned for what was and what could have been. You weren't closing your eyes anytime soon. It would only make things worse.

Days like this brought you back to the beginning of what everyone thought was the end. It completely numbed you.

You weren't sure why it affected you more than most just as much as you knew why. Just like the hundreds of thousands of people in New York alone, you lost. You lost your family. Your friends. Your...

Being admitted into the foster care system at sixteen was the second hardest thing you had to live through. The world was a wreck. No one knew exactly what had happened. Just that for the first time, the Avengers couldn't save them.

No one had wanted you. You bounced from foster home to foster home, but like most kids old enough to understand what had happened to the world, to feel the heavy weight of grief, you had a lot of baggage. Still do. And you're not sure you'll ever completely recover.

You had watched as your entire family disappeared right in front of you. Turned to dust in merely a blink. You had desperately called Peter Parker one last time. And through tear filled eyes, you prayed his aunt would pick up the phone.

They never did.

In that moment, you knew you were truly alone. Left to cry in your empty apartment, the only sign you weren't the only one left in the world the sounds of anguish distant around you. From the other survivors.

You grew up closed off and distant. You couldn't move on, like a lot of kids could. Not in this world, where everyone close to you was gone. None of your family had survived. None of your friends. And according to the news, the Avengers themselves — the ones that came back, that is — were radio silent, having given up. School became your crutch. Something to completely take up your focus. Because if you weren't doing something, all you felt was pain.

This morning was just a remnant of the hurt you tried so hard to work through these last five years, but it was enough to kill any sort of positive feeling you could have possibly had.

You were quiet as you sat up. You could only hear the traffic outside. A sign that the world had adapted. Gone back to normal — or at least as close as normal as it could be. Today, you were a piece of the past. The memories of that day brought forth fresh as if they just happened yesterday.

You were glad that you had laid instead of getting up. It gave you an excuse to panic; to rush to get ready so you wouldn't be late. It distracted your brain.

You tried to ignore the mirror as you searched for your car keys. You really did. On days like this, you hated seeing yourself. To see the reflection of adult you had become.

Your hair was wet from the shower you had taken, but other than that, you looked just as any other person in their early twenties would. Young. Still able to pass as a teen, if you wanted to try. But it was your eyes that gave it away.

The light was gone. The spark of hope that was naturally instilled in every human at birth wasn't there anymore. Your eyes betrayed you, showing just how haunted you really were. Filled with sadness and regret and guilt. One look, and anyone could tell just how much you went through. The bags underneath that hadn't left since you were sixteen completed the look. And today, it was amplified. The downward pull of your face settling in, and you making no attempt to get rid of it.

You used to love Saturday mornings. The beginning of the weekend. They used to be spent filled with wonder. Filled with adventures and quality time, ranging from eating breakfast in bed as you caught up on your favorite shows to hanging out with MJ and Harry at the park to swinging through New York City with Spider-Man, laughing and screaming from the thrill of being weightless as Peter laughed with you, holding on tightly before the two of you would sit on a rooftop and talk and kiss through the night.

Now, Saturdays were filled with work. You had packed your college classes as much as your major and minor would allow, but you still had too much free time. Your weekends were spent working in fast food. It was the only job where you knew there would be constant tasks to do. No time for your mind to wander. You were able to focus on one thing, and that thing only. You were even grateful bartering with unhappy and rude customers.

You knew it was an unhealthy way to live. To drown yourself in work and stress. But for five years, it helped you keep on living. More than you would like to admit, you thought about if it would just be easier to get rid of your problems rather than to live through them. And while you never actually found a complete solution, the partial one kept you alive long enough to see your twenty-first birthday. It was a plastic bubble with you on the inside, keeping you afloat on a stormy sea of emotion. It was protecting you, but you also knew just how close it was from cracking and letting the water flood in. Slowly, your bubble had begun to fortify, but on days like this, days like today, you knew it was weaker.

The cold bite of the oncoming winter wind hit your face as you stepped outside into the October morning. The air chilled you to the bone, raising goosebumps and making you shiver. You rushed to get to your car. You couldn't deal with the cold. Not today. Not when you were feeling like this.

You swallowed hardly as you turned your key in the ignition. It took a few attempts before the engine roared to life, but eventually you merged into traffic. The movement helped to pull you from your current mindset.

Soon enough you were at work. A few of your coworkers shared empathetic looks, but said nothing as you passed them by. The familiar sounds of oil crackling and machines whirring and peoples voices as they ordered food surrounding you. It didn't take long before the restaurant got busy, which was the best thing that could have happened for you.

The fast pace helped keep you distracted, but since today you were reliving, time moved slower; minutes feeling like hours.

It wasn't until your boss placed a careful hand on your shoulder and commanded you to take a break that you realized that you weren't holding up as well as you thought you were.

For some reason, today felt different. Felt worse. Like something horrible was about to happen, and like last time, you wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

You didn't know why, but something was clenching at your gut like a fist, like some part deep inside you knew something was about to happen and was trying to warn you. To prepare you.You were scared as you stood in the locked bathroom. Trying to calm down your rapid breaths.

You hadn't broken down in a long time. You were proud of that. A sign that maybe you were moving farther from the past. That maybe you were finally going to move on.

But as the sound of your heart pounded in your ears, and it was getting harder to breath, you knew your streak was about to be broken.

Tears falling down, you stared down at the sink your hands were clutching, arms shaking and knuckles white. You needed to keep your eyes down, because if you looked up...you didn't know what you would do if you saw yourself in this moment. You just knew that you needed to stay standing. You needed to calm down. Compose yourself. Get back to work. Work would help. It had too.

You couldn't have looked pretty as you left the employee bathroom, but no one said a thing. The feeling in your gut was still there, but you cooked to try and ignore it, repeating and memorizing orders in your head so you would have something to go over.

Your hands were still shaking as you pulled the basket of fries up from the hot oil, but not nearly as bad as they were before. You turned to put them in the warmer when suddenly there was a person you didn't recognize next to you.

Your scream didn't come out, but you dropped the scorching fries to the floor. Residue oil splattered onto your pants leg and seeped through the fabric, making you hiss in pain and stumble backwards right into another person that wasn't there before either.

As if you were the start of a chain reaction, yelps and screams of surprise filled your ears. Looking around, you saw that these people were no one you had ever seen before, but they were wearing the same uniform as you. Like they had worked there. They looked just as confused as you were, staring in a stunned silence.

You couldn't move for a moment. Questions filled the air, from in front and behind the counter.

Your manager emerged from the back room to find the cause of all the commotion, when her eyes widened at the sight.

"Chloe?" You heard her ask, staring straight at the girl you stumbled into. The one you didn't recognize. "How are you — you- you're back!"

Time seemed to slow even more as you processed what those words meant. What they really meant. Chloe had never been someone you worked with, but she had worked there. Five years ago. Now she was back. The other person was back. And as you looked out into the rest of the restaurant, you noticed it become twice as crowded.

They were back. They were all back.

For the first time in five years, your mind was completely blank as you stumbled out of the door, having pushed through the thick crowd of confused people.

You barely breathed as you shouted at your car to start, but cursed when you realized the roads were a wreck. Not knowing what else to do, you ran.

The key to the apartment in Jackson Heights you lived in five years ago still hung on your keychain — you never gave it back, trying to hold on to some part of the past — and you struggled to fit it through the keyhole before you burst in through the front door.

The apartment was empty, having been unrented for a while. But there in the center of the room, your family stood. Right where the couch would have been. Where they last were as the group of you had been huddled around the news, waiting for the return of Iron Man and Spider-Man after everyone had seen them board that alien spaceship.

Your mother was holding the landline to her ear when your family had turned to see you — who they must've thought was an intruder. Suddenly, your phone rang in your bag, and with wide eyes, your parents stared at their stranger of a child.

They didn't ask questions, seeing the tears in your eyes, and instead pulled you into a hug, knowing that an explanation would come in due time.

You didn't understand. You couldn't believe. But somehow, they were back. Somehow, they were alive. Like nothing more than a blink had passed for them while you spent five years in Hell.

Telling them what happened was hard. No one knew for sure what had actually happened, just that half of the world's population disappeared into nothing more than a pile of ashes. Not just the humans, all life. Animals. Plants. Half were gone, and only half survived. That they had been gone for five years, that they had been dead.

But now you know they really weren't. They never were. Just...trapped somewhere. Suspended in time.

You didn't want to leave your family, but after a few hours, you couldn't stay. You needed to see who else came back.

Your knocks were needy as you raced through Queens. Your breath nearly leaving you again as May Parker opened the door. To her, nothing had changed. Tony Stark had made sure the apartment stayed untouched when he came back. Holding on to one last shred just like you had.

May hadn't aged a day, just like your family hadn't. The first sign that something had happened was when she took in your appearance. Ragged no doubt, but also older.

Her palm pressed against your cheek, and you had to assure her it was really you as the both of you started to cry. You didn't need to ask why. It was for the same reason.

People were reuniting everywhere. Your family had come to meet you in the Parkers' apartment as you and May sat in wait, holding onto each other as the both of you stared at the door. No one needed to ask why; they all knew.

Four hours had passed before the doorknob had turned, and someone stepped through. You and May stood up faster than a bullet from a gun.

Peter's eyes were already red and brimmed with tears as he looked up to see you and May.

Everyone was silent and still, no one even daring to move.

It even felt like your heart had stopped beating in your chest. Breaking into millions of tiny pieces all over again as you watched Peter hug his aunt. But this time it wasn't because he had been gone, but because you didn't go with him.

By the time Peter had made his way to you, it was hard to see through your tears. Peter Parker was still the sixteen year old boy you had known for years and fell in love with. But that was the thing: he was sixteen. He wasn't the one who lived an extra five years.

You felt his tears roll down your skin as you clung to him like he was going to disappear again. You were leaving stains of your own, but you had to focus on the fact that he was here. Peter was here. He felt the same. Sounded the same. He was alive.

He trembled in your arms and you had to summon all your willpower to prevent you from kissing him. The urge wanting to be a final proof that he really was there. But you couldn't. Not anymore.

"It's okay." Peter whispered shakily. The lie was blatant, but a comfort to the both of you nonetheless.

You squeezed him tighter, gasping into his shoulder as you kept your eyes screwed shut. You never wanted to let him go again, as selfish as it seemed. You wanted to pretend these last five years were a horrible nightmare you were trapped in. And Peter coming back was you waking up. That the second you opened your eyes, you would be back on the school bus heading to MoMa. You would catch Peter's eyes from where he would glance back to where you were seated behind him.

But when the lively chattering of teens didn't come back, when you couldn't feel the bumps of the bus bouncing underneath you, you knew this was the reality you really were in; that you had lived through.

Now, when you pulled away from Peter, you realized you had nothing in common anymore. There was no way the two of you could ever go back to normal. There was no more normal.

You searched for something, anything, in his eyes. The chocolate eyes you used to always get lost in, the eyes that used to wash warmth over you, the eyes that you could never get sick of looking at. But as you stared, to your horror, all you saw were a mirror of your own.

"I wasn't ready to say goodbye." You sobbed, lightly pushing him away. "I never got to say goodbye." You distanced yourself from the boy, as much as every fiber of you protested doing so.

"I'm here now," You knew his heart was just as broken as his voice. You knew Peter knew exactly what was going to happen. What couldn't happen. "It's okay." he repeated, his voice wavering.

You shook your head, more tears falling from your eyes, and a conflicting smile flashed across your lips as they trembled.

Right now, you weren't sure if everyone coming back was for the better or the worst. Because at the moment, you were hurting more than you ever had in the entirety of the last five years.

It wasn't like those years could be erased. Like everything could go back to normal now that everyone was back. You didn't know if you were one of the lucky ones or not, but what you did know was that Peter wasn't yours anymore. He hadn't been for the last five years, and he wouldn't be for at least another five if somehow your relationship could be saved.

Nothing would ever be okay. You would have to start the process of moving on all over again. You didn't want to think about how it was in Peter's brain. To him, the two of you had been together just yesterday. Now here you were, five years older than him and your relationship shattered nearly to the point beyond repair.

Now, you would have to say goodbye all over again. Only this time, Peter would be there to watch you disappear.

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lovelycleon · 3 years

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So I decided to make an analysis about the last scene of Infinite Darkness

But before I start with the fun part, I just want to tell you that my history with “angst ships”

I had a bad experience with another ship, soul mates full of angst tropes and true love, beautiful... and a really bad ending because the showrunner fought with the actors (I wasted years watching and I regret it).

Anyway, after suffering that kind of pain, no other ships and angst scenes can hit me hard enough. I'm numb or just got used to it. You choose.

So maybe the scene of Leon and Claire's argument wasn't that impactful for me because of that. But for all the fans who felt hurt, I understand and it's okay to feel that way, because the scene was meant to hurt. The scene exists because of that. And your feelings are valid.

So let's get to the fun part.

spoiler alert, it's not that fun, it actually hurts 😅

The scene starts with Leon going to meet Claire at the gates of the White House.

I don't think anyone denies the fact that, whatever Leon is doing, he just wants to protect Claire. And he doesn't want her involved because of it.

But this dialogue makes this even more evident if we analyze how it begins.

Nothing in a show or movie is by accident. Everything is handpicked for one reason or another. The meaning is not always that deep, but there is still a meaning behind it all.

So when – of all the ways a conversation can be started – they decide to make Claire joke that she sneaked out of the hospital, Leon takes it seriously and she has to clarify that it's a joke, there's a reason:

Show that Leon is taking what happened to her too serious, and Claire not that much.

When Claire makes a comment about when he's going to stop treating her like a kid and he says probably never. There's a reason:

Show that Leon wants to protect her (or being overprotective) and Claire doesn't like it.

Of course, some might argue that this specific line is capcom trying to show that their feelings aren't romantic and sink the ship completely. And, ok, people are free to think that.

But if they really wanted to sink cleon forever, they shouldn't have done the scene of Leon saving Claire the way they did. They did it because they knew it would tease a certain part of the fans... They knew exactly what they were doing...

And there's simply no reason to tease a ship you want to sink.

So no, I don't think that's it...

For me the scene means the classic and simple: "stop being worried about me🙄" "noooo🗣️"

Another way to intensify Leon being overprotective is Claire's broken arm. A reminder that she was injured following his plan. Just as she was hurt the last time they saw each other in Harvardville.

And yes, I know Degeneration made Claire hurt to take her out of the action. It is undeniable. But somehow I don't think the same situation and reason applies to Infinite darkness.

Because Claire was already out of combat, following Leon's plan and showing no intention of doing anything different. It's not like she's going to attack the monster that is several platforms higher than where she is. She couldn't fly around and there were no guns where she was anyway.

So why hurt her to get her out of combat if the story itself has already done that?

Again, you are free to think differently. Capcom made Claire dirty, she was underestimated and they wasted her potential. I won't argue with that, I'm also on the team Claire deserves better.

I just don't think it fits this specific situation.

The injured arm is there and a awkward conversation about Leon being overprotective starts because of it. I think it makes sense.

So moving on.

Claire mentions the chip and Leon looks disappointed for a moment and says he thought they were going to dinner.

This is to indicate that he didn't come to see her with the intention of breaking their friendship. Leon just wanted to spend a good time with her and nothing more. Some place a little more normal, maybe?👀

But Claire wants the chip and tells Leon her plan. The same plan that Shen May was killed trying to convince her partner to follow. Is there a parallel here?

The only difference is that Jason broke her neck while Leon decided to break Claire's heart.

Okay now I could show more parallels between them, but I won't because this is already too long and I know maybe I'm reading too much into this. Resident Evil isn't that deep most of the time 😂

Anyway, Claire asked for the chip and Leon said no.

And that's the point, right.

The climax of the conversation and the turning point in their relationship.

Note that Leon took a few seconds to say he couldn't. That was the moment when he made his decision...

He went to meet her for dinner, remember? He didn't expect to have this conversation or make a decision like that. But he had to.

Now, I'm not from the US and I don't trust politicians in general, fiction or not. But I admit this sounds realistic.

Just imagine if the president makes a speech about peace and prosperity and whatever and the next day the media reveals that members of the government are involved in BOW and planning an attack on another country.

At the very least, it won't look good.

In the worst case, it will be a catastrophe 😂

So... I don't agree with Leon, but I understand why he chose this.

It's an important decision, however. And how long it takes him to say something and how he's quiet after saying it shows he knows what's on the line. Not just the security of the country and “peace”, but also his relationship with Claire.

And despite everything... He didn't lie to her.

It would be much easier for Leon to simply say "the chip was destroyed in the fight" when she asked. Claire would never know about it and probably never doubt him. And they would still be fine with each other and having dinner.

But he didn't lie. Why?

Because their relationship is not based on lies. And it's not based on betrayals.

And while it may be hard to believe right now and it hurts to think about it, this relationship is still based on truth and trust in each other. And now their relationship is being tested.

It's easy to trust someone you're on good terms. How hard it must be to trust someone who has let you down.

There is a lot of room for development here.

Obviously Claire felt hurt in this moment. Maybe even betrayed. Heartbroken. I think we all feel that same way.

But Leon played fair there. He said he had the chip, showed it to her, and then said he wouldn't give it to her.

He was honest with her. And this act also shows respect.

They are two people with different points of view and that truth hurts.

There is silence as they look at each other. She never asked his reasons and he obviously never told them. The exchange of glances is enough for them to understand what was happening.

When Claire says “you do things your way and I do mine” it's almost like “do you know what that means? ”

Then Leon nods and another moment of silence. The time they need to accept that the relationship is broken.

Now that's angst

Interesting choice of camera angle. Showing her broken arm as a visual reminder of why he was pushing her away like that.

Claire leaves, but looks back and says again that his outfit doesn't suit him.

What's interesting here is that the director has done a few interviews over the past few weeks and he always said that the suit is a representation of Leon's position in government.

Claire commenting that it doesn't suit him is basically the writers/producers/directors admitting that this position doesn't look good.

And while all the characters praising Leon for his success, Claire is the one who sees this reality and who he truly is out of the suit (position)

And that's good angst.

Claire walks away and Leon with a sad look watching her leave and he has to say to himself "I will stop this".

Could it be just one of his one-lines? Yes.

Could it be a way for him to remind himself why he's doing this, even if it means sacrificing his relationship with Claire?

It's already done, now he has to make it worth it.

Whatever happens after that is a mystery.

I don't think Claire believes that Leon is going to cover up the government's involvement in things (their discussion would be much more intense if that were the case), she probably thinks he's going to resolve it internally without taking anything public, which is precisely what she wants to do.

I also don't think Leon believes Claire is going to give up on the investigation, he probably thinks it's going to take some time to her to get real evidence and he has time to carry out his plans.

But this is capcom... They are masters of forgetting plot points. So who knows.

Angst is only good if it has a good closure. I hope they keep that in mind.

In any other tv show that used this kind of angst trope and drama I would be completely fine...

I would expect a sequel to this plot. The characters find each other unexpectedly, having to work together and acting awkwardly because they don't know how to stick around each other after the argument. Then the story would develop and they would gradually mend their relationship.

That's the trope.

So that's all I can hope for.

#cleon #this just got too long and l didn't write half of my thought 😅#I only watch the show once but I've seen this scene a thousand times #I'll probably have more to say after rewatching everything again #leon kennedy #claire redfield #resident evil infinite darkness #leon x claire #claire x leon

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How You Met The TR Boys

PC: Google! Look at this sweet angel faced boy, sigh~ I just want the best for him y'know?

Missed Our Last Meeting? Catch Up Below!

Hanma Shuji

Chifuyu Matsuno

Hakkai Shiba

Baji Keisuke

Manjiro 'Mikey' Sano

Ken 'Draken' Ryuguji

Mitsuya Takashi

So, after this angel faced baby, I have one more person (Shinichiro Sano) that was requested, so if you have anyone you want to see in this series please let me know!

CW: Spoilers, like big time! Sadness, mentions of death, harassment, grieving, and just overall a train wreck of emotions.

Inui Seishu: He was just visiting, in remembrance of something that changed his life forever, but what happens when he meets someone who's only starting their own grieving process when he's still struggling with him own?

Another year had already passed since that fateful night. Another anniversary, another set of flowers, and another year of guilt to swallow Inui alive. Resting the flowers against her grave, a somber expression on his face, with no tears escaping his eyes, he didn’t have any left to cry if he was being honest. Standing above the grave, he only felt regret, the same questions bouncing around his mind. Why her? Why not him? Why did Koko have to mistake them? Why wasn’t she here with him to guide her? Why did she have to leave him? Clenching his fist tightly at his sides, digging his nails into the flesh of his palms, the anger always took over before reality set in. It wasn’t either of their faults, and she wouldn’t like Inui blaming himself for something he couldn’t control, she’d scold him for even thinking that each year, but he couldn’t help himself but put the blame on him.

A twig snapped near Inui causing him to turn his head to turn to the side, taking into account a person who was now kneeling in front of a gravestone that was about two plots away from his sisters. He watched the girl, observing her movement, watching the violent shaking of her shoulders and listening to her soft sniffling. He felt a great sense of understanding when looking at her thinking back to the first month of his sister's death. He wanted nothing more than to look away, say his final goodbyes and leave the cemetery at this point, but as he shifted his sight back to his sisters grave he knew she would scold him for letting a girl cry, a defeated sigh slipped from his lips as he held his down “You were always better at providing the comfort element.” He mumbled softly into the air before taking in a deep breath, nodding at the grave knowing what his sister would tell him “Just give her a shoulder to cry on, and the rest is a piece of cake.” She’d end the sentence with a wink and Koko would be so love struck that he’d just repeat her statement.

Only Akane and Koko were not here with him, it was only Inui, and he would try to heed their words of advice as best as he could. Turning back to the girl and the grave he noticed she was no longer kneeling in front of the grave but now walking away from it, her shoulders still thrashed as she brought her hand up to wipe the tears away from her face, shaking his head he took long strides to make his way towards her. But unfortunately the clicking of his heels didn’t exactly work well with the idea of being silent, and the combination of his heels and the gravel only made her turn around in a twisted expression of shock and fear.

“Are you- No, of course you’re not..- uhh how long has the person been…crap.. this comforting thing-” she gave a soft smile “It’s not your area of expertise?” She offered as Inui let out a frustrated sigh, shaking his head trying to rack his brains for the right words to say. “It's been about two weeks, the person was my closest friend… more like a sister I guess you could say.” She answered his half question, looking at the ground as she spoke to him, and as he looked over at her he took quick notice of the new droplets that had begun to fall from her face, as he let out another sigh “I lost my sister too..” he said softly, his words causing her to turn to him with such sympathetic eyes as if she wasn't the one actively hurting.

“It was a stupid house fire that took her away from me.. And my only friend at the time caught wind of it and desperately tried to save her, because he was in love with my sister.. But me and my sister, we just always had this striking resemblance. Which is why you're seeing me here and not my sister, like she should be.” Inui continued bitterly as he watched the girl flinch slightly towards his ending comments. He hadn't expressed to anyone how he felt about the night of the fire, and how he desperately wished Koko had saved his sister instead of him, but Inui knew that even if Koko did successfully save Akane, she would've darted right back into the home to save him.

“She was protecting me.. Some drunk guys had been following us all night and when we tried to run into an alleyway to leave their line of vision, one of them tried to grab me but she jumped in front of the way. I turned around to run and save her from those guys, but she only yelled at me to run and find the police, she yelled at me to run as fast as I could.. So I did.. And by the time I found someone to help me.. She was lying on the ground in a pool of her blood.. And I-I went completely numb.. My legs carried me until I was kneeling beside her, clenching her hand.. Trying to get her to speak to me..” She choked up, patting her chest lightly as Inui felt a tightness in his own chest.

He had been an outsider in his sister's death, her coma induced state allowed for pain and closure, but the girl before him, she watched it all before her eyes, knowing she couldn't have done anything to make it different. Inui felt his hand moved slightly towards her, nearly flinching at the flesh as he looked over to her softly as he felt her hand interlock with his, it wasn't like him to initiate such an intimate interaction but he couldn't help himself, he told himself that his sisters would have pulled the girl into her arms and caressed her hair until she stopped crying but that was beyond his comfort level. So he would just have to make due with hand holding, as a form of comfort. “I watched her blink slowly as a smile appeared on her face, she told me that no matter where she was, she would be watching over me.. And then I watched her leave me.. Right before my eyes..” She finished softly as Inui gave her hand a light squeeze, as she turned to look at him, it was now he who had sadden sympathetic eyes, she began to chuckle quietly.

“You know.. I’m telling you my sob story, holding your hand while walking out of the graveyard and I don't even know your name.” She said softly in a matter-of-fact tone causing Inui to chuckle himself as he thought over her words “I’m Inui Seishu, the boy who is holding your hand in the graveyard.” He replied as she smiled, nodding at him. “Well, Inui, I am (Y/L/N) (Y/N), the girl who is holding your hand at the graveyard.” She replied as he smirked ever so lightly, what a strange bond that had formed in the middle of the graveyard on this fateful anniversary, maybe both of their sisters were looking out for them, no matter where they were, a promise is still a promise after all.

#inui seishu #tokyo revenger imagines #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revenger imagine #seishu inui #Inui seishu imagine #Inui seishu x reader #Inui seishu imagines #imagine

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haechanokeh · 3 years

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Sincerity is Scary

[Sad ending] [Continuation & Happy]

synopsis: haechan and you are best friends who couldn't admit their feelings which frustrates them both and the people around the two of you

content: college au! haechan x reader

word count: 1.9K

warning: none

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You spit your coke - that didn't taste like one and coughed. you glared at haechan.

"what did you put in my coke?" you huffed. haechan gave you his innocent look.

"i don't know what you're talking about." he pouted.

"you put soy sauce in it right? i knew i should not leave my food and drinks when you're around." you said throwing tantrums.

haechan laughed and threw his arm over your shoulder and shoved a cold wet can of coke into your cheeks.

"here, drink this." he said, cooly. you rolled your eyes.

"you wasted money just to annoy me, seriously." you grunted.

"it's worth it though." he chuckled.

someone coughed and both of you just realized that you're with haechan's friends which your friends now.

"i thought you two forgotten we're with you." renjun used his sarcastic voice.

"both of you literally have your own worlds." jaemin added.

"i really don't understand why you're not dating here dude." jeno teased.

"what? hell no!" you said in unison.

you looked at each other, silently hurt. both of you felt awkward and haechan removed his arm from your shoulder. you opened the can of coke haechan gave.

haechan friends- renjun, jaemin, and jeno noticed the awkwardness between you. at first it was cute but it has been 3 years, they've been watching both of you and it was clear to them that you like each other. but what's stopping you and haechan from admitting it?

fear of the possibility of being wrong that you have mutual feelings for each other or that what happens if love vanishes because you'll never know. haechan is your childhood friend and your parents are really close there was a time you used to take a bath together when you're still toddlers. basically, you're so close with him and it'll be wasted.

you were lying on your stomach on haechan's bed while scrolling through your phone as you try to distract yourself from menstrual cramps. haechan is playing with his friends through his computer.

you shoved your face and groaned in pain because your menstrual cramp is an asshole! it was sever when it comes, it can make your head throb and your body is very weak. haechan heard you, the other side of his headphone wasn't covering his other ear. he looked back to check on you. he caught you massaging your abdomen.

"y/n?" brows furrowed in concern.

"hmm?" you just hummed.

"are you okay?" he worriedly asked, his hands were on the keyboard but he's not doing anything reason for jeno calling him out.

"haechan, what the hell dude?!"

"not really." you admitted. your in pain it was evident in your voice, face, and body.

haechan quickly removed his headphone and leave his gaming chair to go to you. you turned, your back is lying down now. haechan was staring at your hands on top of your lower abdomen.

"cramps again?" haechan knew how badly it gets when you're in menstruation. you nodded, you're almost tearing up.

he pitied you, he put his hands larger than yours and slightly rougher on top of the back of your palm. he's giving you a massage without directly touching your abdomen.

"you should've told me. wait here, i'll prepare the hot compress bag." he said and stood up.

"you have hot compress?"

"well, ahm.. mom bought it. wait here." he was lying, he bought it himself because he was traumatized 4 months ago where your cramp strike when you were in his house. that was the worst cramp that you ever experienced and it was in haechan's condo. since then, haechan stored napkins and bought hot compress.

haechan took care of you and he gave you his whole attention. he forgotten his game, left his computer open and friends hanging. but his friend already knew that you're always haechan's priority. haechan waited for you to sleep. it became a habit to you to sleep on haechan's arm and he's not bothered even though sometimes he couldn't feel his arm anymore because of numbness. he was jist staring at you as if you're the most precious thing he owns...

haechan saw his computer.

"sht." he cursed, he forgot he's playing. since you're already sleeping, he carefully removed his arm under your head. he went back to his seat and wore his headphone.

"sorry dude, y/n is not feeling well."

"your girlfriend?" jaemin teased. haechan just chuckle... bitterly.

"why don't you date her already?" jeno said.

"haechan, seriously you two look like dating already. why don't you just make it straight already?" renjun said.

haechan went silent. he couldn't count anymore how many times they tell this to him, but for him it was very hard. it wasn't easy, simply because it was scary. he thinks the same way with you, it's just scary of what's the difference of your relationship as friend vs lovers, that if it didn't work out because it's better to be just friends, then what will happen next? will you still become as comfortable with him? will he become as close to you as he used to? it's scary because both of you don't know what will happen so you both chose to hide it and keep it that way.

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it's your university's foundation, there will be a night party. you went inside with haechan but women quickly eyeing at him. who wouldn't? he's wearing a black leathered jacket, ripped jeans, and his hair that is quite long made him more four times sexier.

"haechan, i'll just get a fruit punch. do you want some?" you asked slightly louder than your normal voice because of the noise.

haechan who's enjoying the band's performance, gaze down at you and shook his head.

"no thanks. want me to come with you?" he asked. you just shook your head saying that he doesn't have to. he just nodded and went back enjoying the performance.

you left him and go to the catering buffet just to grab fruit punch and quickly went back to where you left him but you stopped from walking when you saw him with another girl, standing beside him where you left. they were talking intimately, and it was painful. imagine jeno punching your stomach, yes! with those arms and strength, that's the scale of pain.

unware, the three boys- renjun, jeno, and jaemin watching the drama while munching the shared bag of chips.

"she will cry." jeno bet.

"nah, she will push the girl." jaemin contradict.

"tsk, no." renjun grabbed a handful chips from the bag earning a glare from the two. "she will confess." jeno and jaemin eyes bulge out for renjun being ridiculous, at least for them.

"her? that's not gonna happen." jaemin said. renjun rolled his eyes.

"as if she will push the girl jaemin, y/n isn't like that."

well they all agreed and returned watching the drama while eating chips. yeah, they are eating chips in the room with a catering service.

you walk, heart-pounding loudly and hands shaking while holding the cup. you silently stood beside haechan hoping that he will notice you, unfortunately, he didn't. you disappointedly sipped on the paper cup.

you were silently and listening to their conversation- well you are trying your best because the loud music made it harder for you. they were like getting to know each other kind of questions.

you're getting annoyed so you sneakily held haechan's hand. he quickly whipped his head down to you. he gazed at your hands then to you who looking straight to the band. when haechan realize it was you, warm electricity traveled in his whole system. the random girl saw everything, so she concluded that you and haechan are dating.

"well, I have to go to my friends... ahm bye." the girl nervously and quickly walked away. haechan didn't mind her, he was just staring at you.

"is she gone?" you looked up to face haechan who was seriously looking at you.

for some odd reason, his expression made your heartbeat fast not in a fluttering way but it made you nervous.

"let's talk outside." he told you sounding a little disappointed. both of you walk while holding hands.

and the 3 guys? saw that and was jumping on their feet and slapping each other in excitement.

"dude, dude! they will finally date!" jaemin said

"finally my frustration will end now." renjun said, he sighed in relief hands on top of his chest. "but why do i feel something ominous." he said feeling unease.

"don't jinx it." jeno groaned.

you and haechan were outside the hall, away from the crowd and noise. haechan let go of your hand and face you.

you were looking nervous and he.. he's sad and disappointed.

"i will never date a friend." haechan directly told you that you didn't expect to hear.

the atmosphere was tense and it's like the heaven and hell compressing you made you feel so small. you were deeply hurt but you didn't allow haechan to see that. you masked it with a laugh.

"why are you telling me that? wah... you think i will date you? yikes." you were laughing and it looked so real. you badly want to cry but don't want to. you were disappointed that you were right. you're just too close, his actions to you are equally no different to a friend.

haechan? like he was hurt. he was asking himself why did he say that? it wasn't real but he was also asking himself, why did you say that? it was written all over your face no matter how many emotions and expressions you put in your face, you were deeply hurt.

"well, i thought you were falling for me already." he grinned. you rolled your eyes.

"in your dreams." yeah, only in dreams.

"let's go back?" haechan asks holding in the pain in his chest. you gave him a smile.

"you go back first, i'll just go to the toilet." holding back your tears. the toilet is in the opposite direction from the room.

haechan just nodded and left you, parting ways. you turned your back and released every single emotion as you walked quickly towards the toilet room.

haechan with a heavy heart went back to the room. his friends approached haechan, hugging him and playfully pushing him.

"congrats dude!" renjun said cheerfully. haechan's forehead creased.

"what?"

"dude, you're finally dating y/n!" renjun said. but they saw haechan's face, it doesn't look like you were dating already. their smiles fell and turned into disbelief.

"what?! how?!" jeno exclaimed.

"just, i don't know." he shrugged.

"it's your fault, you jinxed it" jaemin amused that it was really jinxed by renjun. renjun gripped his own hair in frustration.

so why did haechan lie?

he realized that his world is small because the only person in it is you and that's not good. but he never wanted to lose you. at the same time haechan with the same reason that he always says in his mind. if things don't work out, someone will definitely leave. he couldn't bear that.

does it make sense? no. he's just convincing his self that this is why you don't like to date y/n.

sincerity is hard to give especially if you overthink things. as the song said, questioning why can't we just be sincere? it so easy but why is it hard for us? well, there are times that when we choose sincerity we ended up being vulnerable. the idea of being hurt is scary but you know what either way it's painful but it was extra painful when you became sincere because you know you became true to yourself but weren't accepted.

there will be another part, continuation but for people who don't like sad ending life me 😿

#haechan #haechan angst #nct dream haechan #nct dream angst #nct dream imagines #nct dream #haechan imagines

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aenngelic · 3 years

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I will protect her at all costs (chapter 1)

contains: slow burn, falling in love, inner monologue, snipers thoughts, sniper having a crush on Kuon, sexual fantasies, panties, nudity

The sun was just rising over the sea of skyscrapers, as I was placing another cigarette between my lips. The second the sun rose above the large complex of buildings in front of me, rays of sunlight dazzled my field of vision. Everything was immersed in a soft orange tone for a brief moment, so that it almost seemed as if this place was not another reality, in which previously normal members of this society would massacre each other.

This was also the same color the sky had taken on when I first met her. She, a high school student with blue hair and eyes that could also belong to a puppy dog. Kuon Shinzaki. She generally spreads the aura as if she could not even harm a fly. The girl seems to be one of the few who have managed to get closer to God and strangely enough possesses the ability not to be attacked by angels like me. This must probably be the reason why I am unexpectedly accompanying her. At first, I thought it was a temporary solution, but it has been almost a week since we joined forces.

Due to my memory loss because of the mask I have to wear, I probably don't have a very good knowledge of human nature. But sometimes I get the feeling that she would fancy me. The way the blood rushed to her cheeks when she looked at me, I must admit, sometimes caused me to feel embarrassed. In those moments I was very happy to have to wear my mask. However, there was no room for feelings in this world. Here, after all, it was a matter of naked survival, which is why I preferred to keep my distance.

I performed a 180° turn to face the young girl, who was only a few meters away from me, leaning against the wall of the building and seeming to be sleeping. Her legs, meanwhile, were bent and she had them tightly embraced with her arms, while her chin was resting on her knees. That she was able to sleep so peacefully in this place at all astonished me somewhat. Soon it would be time to move on. However, as my wary gaze accidentally wandered down the girl's body, my cigarette almost got stuck in my throat. She was bending her legs and wearing a miniskirt... I could see her panties!

I almost felt guilty for being unintentionally confronted with this sight, and even more guilty when I peeked over a second time. It was white, with small lacy rims, and was so tight fitting that I could make out a silhouette of her labia. Her thighs were completely revealed, looking quite feminine and perfectly shaped, I had to admit as I was inspecting them further. I had noticed Kuon's significant physique before, but intended not to dwell on it any longer. Now that I was presented with this image, however, I admittedly found it difficult to ignore her attractiveness. But an adult feasting on the sight of a high school girl's panties? That is absolutely uncool. Further, I wasn't even sure how old I was, but, that I was older than Kuon, I became aware pretty quickly. Now I was the one who felt the blood rush to his cheeks and before I could gather my senses again, I must have inhaled some cigarette particles. I started to gasp.

„Mr. Mask?", I suddenly heard a high, soft voice ask. "Is everything okay?"

As soon as I began to disturb this morning silence, Kuon was already on her feet, looking at me anxiously with her puppy dog eyes.

" Everything is fine, Kuon." I managed to push out, "I think I just swallowed something.

" I am relieved to hear that. I had already feared worse."

" but now that you're awake, it's a good time to move on. I imagine we might get some unexpected visitors soon if we don't."

Rays of sunshine made the young girl's big eyes sparkle as she gave me a smile and nodded. She took a step forward and we began heading for the bridge on the east side of the roof almost in unison. Had she not noticed that her panties could be seen? Careless girl, I just thought to myself. But for some reason I couldn't completely banish the sight of her panties from my mind. I suspected that this was probably the most interesting thing that had come before my eyes in a long time. Was I actually attracted to this frivolous girl?

We began to investigate the building nearby. However, it did not take long until we both found the first battle victims. In a narrow corridor lay no less than three corpses, two of which had stab wounds and one of which had a gunshot wound. They were ordinary people whose fresh blood larche stained the entire floor red and unfortunatelyalso my Budapest. I quickly realized that the fight might have happened a few hours ago, and that the other high school girls Kuon wanted to join were probably not among the perpetrators, I concluded. This had to be the work of a masked man.

I didn't even have to turn around to feel the fear-filled aura of my companions behind me. Kuon Had stopped at the beginning of the hallway and was looking at the three dead people in front of her, visibly terrified. She clearly hadn't been confronted with death much since she found herself in this world, as no real reason to fight had presented itself to her yet either. It was strange, but when Kuon felt bad, I immediately felt it like a chill running down my spine. Until now, however, I had not been sure if this was also one of her special abilities or if she was just good at expressing her feelings. It was hard to endure watching this girl tremble with fear.

"How could this... How could this happen?" she whispered in a shaky voice.

Before I could calm Kuon down, I first had to secure the surroundings. After all, the enemy could still be in the nearby area. When I was sure that there was no possible danger, I turned my attention to the blue-haired girl. She hadn't moved an inch from the spot. Was she really that scared? I put my hand on Kuon's head to comfort her,

"Everything is safe. Don't worry."

Then suddenly, to my surprise, the girl pressed tightly against my torso and clung to my tie with her right hand while burying her face in my chest. It was hard not to notice how her whole body shook with fear. I think I'm already a little numb from the sight of blood and corpses, forgetting that there are still people out there like Kuon who process things a little more sensitively than I do. Normally I find such highly emotional behavior extremely annoying, but Kuon strangely makes me want to protect her with everything I have. A girl like her is not yet polluted by the sad and brutal reality of this world. Does this mean that I like her? I mean, what does liking mean anyway? Wanting to protect someone at all costs is also a good trait for a pretty cool guy like me, I thought to myself before trying to analyze my feelings further.

The intensity with which she pressed her breasts against my chest, I was unable to overlook, however. I could feel her soft, not quite small breasts and once again I felt my cheeks turning red. She couldn't tell me that she was acting so lewdly by accident. Or could she? My breath was taken away, but I tried to maintain my unwavering charisma. After all, I had to protect her.

"Mr. Mask? Why must there be so much cruelty in this world?" , Kuon asked me as she buried her face even deeper into my shirt. I could hardly understand her. If only I knew an answer to that question, Kuon, I thought to myself.

" I would like to know that too. But it's no use being sad about it. If we keep a cool head and act smart, we might escape this world someday," I explained, hoping to comfort her.

Her big dog eyes met my gaze as she looked up at me in the next second. Kuon was still trembling as if a new ice age had just arrived, but the corners of her mouth now formed a smile so that she was shining across both cheeks.

"Do you think we could be friends in the real world after all this?"

I didn't know why, but for some reason it surprised me to hear that question from her. It kind of shocked me to know that she liked me so much and at the same time it triggered a certain feeling in me because moments before I had been thinking about her breasts. If I hadn't lost my memory almost completely and still knew who I had been before entering this reality, I certainly would have been able to answer that question.

"I don't know." , I replied "I don't really like hanging out with kids."

I felt the girl's body, which had been clinging to me like a piece of chewing gum, suddenly separate from me. Her wide smile had now turned into a pout.

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" she growled, visibly incensed, forming her small hands into fists.

If there was one thing that couldn't be taken seriously, it was Kuon's anger. When she was angry, she rather resembled a little puppy that had just learned to bark. Kind of cute.

I let out a dark chuckle and laid my hand once again briefly on her head before I made a turn from her.

"We should not stay here any longer. Come, let's see if there is an emotionless mask nearby. Are you hungry?"

"I'm always hungry, I think," she murmured, visibly disappointed that I had not patted her any longer.

#high rise invasion #high rise invasion fluff #kuon shinzaki #sniper mask #yuka makoto #shinzaki kuon #kuniper #sky violation #sky high survival #yuka makoto smut

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butterfliesinmyguts · 3 years

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us against the world

* proofreading in process*

summary: after living outside the walls for a more peaceful life, eren comes visits you every once in a while. but after months of nothing, you begun to fear the worst

warning: angst, 18+ smut, and it’s just kinda sad.

“ he turned y/n..” I sighed letting out a relief, he isn’t dead but “ what do you mean turned?” mikasa looked away. Mikasa is absolutely stunning, from the way she hold self to her soft face. I miss seeing her everyday, mikasa and I were the best of friends- we still are she comes and visit for every now and then to clear her mind. It’s calm by the sea now and days, miskasa sipped the tea and continued. “ he has this idea.. that it’s him against the world..”

“ yeah but his always been like that..” I fought for him, “ it’s different, Sasha...” miskasa clenched her first in pain, “ she's dead and he laughed y/n... laughed in our faces.” my heart fell as tears poured from my eyes, she couldn’t- why would he let that happened.

a long time ago eren told me something as we lied in bed together- it was after they caught marylans. “ come back..” he begged me. explaining to me he wanted to see you more, “ you can come see me whenever, and I can protect myself you’ll never see the end of me..”

I expected a giggled from him but he turned away, worried I pushed against his naked chest and grabbed Erens face making him look at me. the look in his eyes, they didn’t glow anymore, “ I've seen things... horrible things, so please come back y/n please”

after a long night, mikasa explained to me that she’d be in touch soon, and that I may need to prepare to fight again soon. those words scared me, miskasa made me promise that if she came back with bad news that I would come with her no questions. I agreed hugging her ever so tightly, I couldn’t help the tears that spilled as I watched her horse disappeared.

the next day, I used my old ODM gear to practice- putting it on was it work out in itself but it felt like home. my muscles screamed at me, as a ran all the way back home- just to tend to my garden. I picked this amazing sweet fruit I found a while ago, it was bright red and had a green topping to it. I wouldn’t eat the green part by the rest was so good. noticing my bucket was full I stood up.

“ y/n..” my heart dropped, whipping myself around my eyes widen to “ Eren!” he smiled towards me, whist leaping into his arms. Nuzzling my face into his shoulder, I inhale his scent. his musks was missed, his shirt could only stay unwashed for long... it’s been too long. “ oh how I’ve missed you!” I cried, as I heard him exhale as in relief. “ I couldn’t get you out of my mind..” pulling away to look at him, my palm on his cheek.

I saw scars under his eyes, he used his titan form? why. rubbing his cheek, I felt wet..pulling away bleed covered my hand, as I remember what miskasa told me. the warmth and happiness feeling quickly leaving.

“ let’s .. get you clean..” my hand grabbing the bucket while the other guided him into my cottage. “ you know I remember how to get there..” Eren joked, I felt his thumb soothe the top of my hand.

letting inside him, Eren’s eyes never left me as he set down at my table. placing the bucket full of berries on the counter and full another bucket in the sink to collect warm water. staying busy kept my thoughts still- trying to avoid the heavy tension in the room. my eyes look towards him, his built body leaned back with legs parted as his legs bounced against the wood, turning away trying to swallow the lump in my throat.

Eren is impatient, in fact, he is extremely impatient. by now I’d be pushed against the table or if he was being really needy we wouldn't even make it inside my cottage and id end up being fucked into the dirt. but it's been so long, he looks so different.

turning his cheek I saw a gush slowly heal, but bleed still covered his ear. dipping the towel and the warm bucket I began to clean him off.

I felt his eyes watch me, as I got rid of the blood. he pulled closer to me- my skin got tense under his touch, trying to push my thoughts aside, I continued to tend to his wounds. Eren's lips tickled your neck making you freeze. “ why are you so stiff?” I shrugged, I don’t even know why I’m acting like this. maybe it’s because he knew Sasha was going to die and I didn’t do anything about it or maybe because you know that if it came down to you or his goal -you’d quickly be added to the pile of bodies. my stomach turned in knots as his large hands massage my back, his lips moved against my skin. “oh eren..” I whined pushing our foreheads together.

Eren is the only guy that can make me feel numb but just one touch. When we kiss I feel so dizzy, and when we make love I feel in a pure daze. I remember when we first joined the survey troops, how we had an agreement to come to each other vent about our days. eren days were way more stressful than mine with hange poking at him and levi on his neck but those moments made me fell for him, he wanted to save everyone, his selflessness. I’m in love with him, but I can’t shake off the pure horror I feel around him. I quickly push-off, almost tripping of the bucket of water, and leaned against the sink. while washing my hands off I notice that I was painfully shaking, looking up in the mirror eren watched my hands in confusion. Eren knew you had panic attacks, but that was after fighting titans or close calls. private moments like this are something that you've always said relaxed your nerves.

as eren reached for them I push him off. “ what the hell y/n” walking back my hands shook more, “ why are you being like this? “ he yelled in confusion.

you couldn't even look in his eyes, it hurt so bad. it hurt so bad that know that you may have to fight someone you loved, someone you imagined a future with. walking outside your cottage, watching Eren tend to the garden. he’d run to you kissing your lips while rubbing your stomach- you guys would fight over baby names. this wasn't your future anymore, it was never going to happen.

“ because I’m scared of you eren..” the atmosphere changed, his hardened face turned soft and for a second I swear I saw the bright blue that used to cover his eyes. my chest caved in, and I began to cry. my skin burning from the hot tears pour down my cheeks as I fought to breathe, Eren watched me shaken.

“oh baby please..” leaning in kissing my cheeks, “ no!” my voice cracked, my hand pushed again Eren's chest as his heartbeat against my palm“ please just let me hold you” as his arms started to warp around me my whole body trembled. “ I know what you did!”

silence tore the air, as we glared into each other. his fist tightens and eren eyes fell down staring at the wooden floor, “ I didn’t know it then, but now I understand- you know what going to happen next.. huh?”

nothing “- and you don’t care about us you don’t care about nothing but your goal of killing everyone..” waiting for pleading for him to fight my words. be he didn’t even look up, my sadness and pain quickly were replaced with distraught. how could he? I grabbed his face, making him look at me.

our eyes bore into each other, the man I love, the man I give myself to complete, wasn't in front of me anymore.

“ I hope you know, when you try to kill me- I will look at you like your nothing but a piece of trash..” my hand slapped against his cheek, as his eyes give me nothing but tiredness. “I hate you eren..” my heels turned, walking towards the shower leaving him there with his thoughts.

closing the bathroom door, I sighed letting the tears fall. I didn't wanna fight him, I couldn't. I didn’t mean those words, I could never hate him.

discarding my sweaty clothes off and started the water. stepping in the shower my worried washed away, the bar of soap cleanses the dirt and sweat from my body.

I knew when the moment came down to it, and my blade was to his neck I wouldn’t be able to do it.

my arms went to my chest as the bathroom door opened, it was eren turning to pull my eyes away my hand scrubbed my skin but I couldn’t help but to watched his figure pull off his clothes and step in then shower.

“Why are you in my shower..” eren frowned, “ a word please?” I looked him up and down trying to not squeeze my legs together. facing him, he looking me up and down, and his member leap led with joy-of course.

rolling my eyes and turning away I continued to wash my body, erens a hand came up to my shoulder. before I could push him off, his finger kneed into my skin, my nerves relaxed under his sudden touch, it's been so long since I felt Eren's touch, “ oh..” I moaned as he continues to loosen all those muscles.

I watched the wet ground as feet became into eren feet came into my view, unkept. “ you could clean your feet” turning to face him, closing his eyes he chuckled“ when was the last time you di-“

cutting me off his thumb trailing my lips, he only did that when he wanted to kiss me. “ since I was last here with you.” pausing I remember when he was here, we took a bathe in the sweet-smelling soap eren brought back for me, we got drunk until we couldn’t stand, and we held each other like it was the last time.

I can’t lose him, I don’t want to fight him. I love him, there has to be a way, a way to keep him here with me. deep in my thoughts eren studied me, “ it doesn’t have to be this way...” my thoughts left my mouth.

“ look this is going to happen... I can’t stop it-“ eren nodded, as if he was trying to convince himself. his body rocked against mine, “ yes you ca-“ I began my hand starting toward his face. “ no!” his voiced rumbled. “ this has to happen, but please y/n I can’t think of this right now..”

his hand begun to massage my neck making my eyes flutter. “ I haven’t seen you in-“

“5 months” we both unison, I longed for eren. no matter what he did, what he said, nor what he thought. Eren was on my mind all the time.

“ So can we please..” his lips pecked mine, hold my face close to him with one hand on my neck and the other roaming my body. “let’s just be here together and forget everything else..”

nodding, he took me in with his lips. Oh, how I missed his lips, my stomach had butterflies in them- I was utterly mesmerized by him, even if I wanted to punch him, kick, and scream why! why are you doing this eren, what about our future together? my lips melt against his, as our kiss deepen

coming to terms with what was going to happen wasn’t going to be easy. fight the man you loved, I could only imagine how Armin and mikasa felt. “ stop thinking..” eren awakened me, his digits slipped inside me.

throbbing around him, I lifted my head up and ride his fingers. “ I’ve missed you so much y/n...” gasping I looked down watching curl and twist his finger in and out of me. oh god, my fingers were nothing compared to him.

“ how long has it been since you came...” my eyes low turning my neck to his face. eren started at me, waiting for an answer. thumb pressing against my clit, shallow I stared at his lips. I wanted them all over me- I wanted him all over me.

“ ah - a month ago..” eren moved his thumb drawing circles again me, I remember fucking myself imagining they were eren- wishing and waiting for him to walk in and finish for me. I missed him so, pushing our lips together eren hand gripped my breast, it was sloppy. eren tongue was tangled in my throat as he fucked me with his hand. pulling away to breathe, i groaned using his forearm to hold myself up.

“ it could never compare..” pulling his fingers out of me, my knee dropped and eren arms held me up. his fingers in my face covered in my wetness, he licked them. “ this hand..” eren hips push against my ass feeling his cock throb as he grinned against me. I felt myself pulsing, aching for him“ my body” I shivered, I need him now.

his lips found my ear lobe, “ you don't know how bad I need you y/n” my eyes fluttered in pleasure, his word took hold of me, I'm drowning. eren fingers started again drawing circles on my clit, “ ahhh er-en”

“ nothing compares to you”

“ my hand doesn't even come close to your pussy...” pushing deep into me. I was speechless, “ my pussy...” letting out I sigh I leaned against him as his cock slowly pushed in and out of me. eren hands gripped my chin, making me look into him. those deep green eyes watching my face twist and turn all because of him, what he was doing to me. he loved it, smiling at me. “ tell me it's mine”

my hands clenched against his forearms, I wanted to watch him fuck me- trying to look down is three fingers tighten around my chin giving me a stern look.” tell me its mine y/n” I didn't want to give in, it was his. my pussy belonged to him, pushing are lips together I let our tongues fight against each other as he stopped to focus on our lips. I soften a bit letting the lips slow down against his, I let my right hand let go of his arm so I can run my fingers through his hair.

it's so long, so thick. his lips were so rough, I took it upon myself to lick them and pull away to look at him. he held me tight against him, he was truly beautiful. eren pushed his lips together, trying to savor the feeling of buzzing.

“ eren ill always be yours...” his cheeks redden as his cock twitched inside of me, “y/n it's always be yours”

we decide to wash off leading to an intimate moment of us taking care of each other. Eren's soapy hands bathe my body as I took care of his after we moved to my bedroom . I pushed him against the door giggling against his lips. “ my silly girl” he mumbled as my lips started to trail down to against his neck then chest.

his hand let go of the towel around his waist giving me the best view ever, his cock bumped again me as I dropped to my knees in mercy. looking up at him, his body tense, his face flushed.

my hand moved to his cock, and he dam near jumped. looking back up at him, his lips were about to bite off his upper lip. moving slowly I created a rhythm, my hand fucking his shaft as my lips kissed his tip, panting eren abs clenched. “ y/n ... your..” he moaned deeply “ fuck ah” I open my mouth taking him in.

gripping his thighs, I widen my mouth pushing him deeper down my throat. eren whimpered, grabbing my hair pulling me off, his cock bounced and begged for release. looking up at him, he pulled me up. “it's been too long...’ rolling my eyes I nodded, as he back me up to fall against my bed.

eren crawled on top of me as I watched him. his abs were tight and the smirk on him was present. eren was beautiful, my fingers played against his skin. So warm he is so warm, “you breathe taking y/n” my eyes flickered to met his deep green ones. our lips hovered on top of each other, as my legs parted wider for him as my hips started against him.

“ uhh”eren groan, his breath blew on my lips. guiding himself Eren starting pushing inside me, my eye rolled back and I saw black spots.

eyes watched my body, his eye watching my face twist and turn in pleasure. “ let it out y/n” a loud moan leaving your mouth. It’s been too long, his cock stretched you out, you remember when you were molded perfectly for him back when you are in the survey troops.

due to the extended stay away, you were all tight again. Eren grunted, “ so tight, let’s get you back again okay baby..” whimpering you nodded, hating how easy he had control over you.

pulling his hips away he smashed into me, “I need you” he groaned as I wept into his neck, inhale him, even panted in my ear his hands caressing all around my body. “ eren- aw..h please!”

“ tell me you need me..” my eye rolled into the back of my head, I did. I needed around me, I need him by me. with me, grabbing his face I met his hips with mine eren moaned, “ eren need you..” my legs shaked, as we rocked together.

“I love you y/n” my mouth ajar, I felt everything. eren meant it, his hand hugged my skin. pulling me completely into him. “I love you I love you I love you” he chanted, my walls hugged eren as tight as they could, his name slipped through my lips, and then I soft “ never let me go eren” as I came around him.

my skin buzzed and my chest met his, my nails dug into his back as I whined. “ fuck yes y/n” my body calmed against him as he continued to dive into me.

the slick sound of him pulling in and out of me, make me twitch. I turned to the side, as I was met with his hand- the hand he bites was deeply scarred. I knew it hurt, so kissed his hand. kissing it all away, the pain. “ oh ah..” eren body came closer to me as moaned against me, his lips rolling against mine.

“I wanna make it go away eren..” his moan grew louder as I held him tighter. “ let it go please..” with one final thrust he finished in me, his howls played in my ears as my finger pushed his wet hairs from his face. “ I love you eren..”

after falling into each other, you laid there with each other. catching up about everything, even the things you didn’t want to hear- he told you about his dream and you listened to the same way he did to yours. you both promise that in the next life you find each other- “ us against the world..” you mumbled as eren widen eyed, “ always no matter what that what it’ll be..”

that night you fell asleep peacefully as eren held you tight in his arms. the night fell until dawn, as the sunlight slowly beamed into your room. eren hadn’t slept, how could he with you by his side. this is the calmest he has felt in a while. a snore left your lips, as drool spilled out on his chest- eren blushed pushing your hair out of your face, eren sighed. he knew what had to come.

he knew what he had to do, he knew that meant going against you. there was no other way. It always ended this way “ I’m sorry..”

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andguesswhat · 3 years

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The fool on the hill - Chapter 7

Yeah, well… Probably not what you’ve expected… But for me this is them as well…

The Clown and the Circus Bear

So everything had been perfect.

Owen had felt genuinely happy. He thought Tom was fucking adorable, he wanted to kiss him, wanted to fuck him.

The moment on the hill with him was definitely something he would always cherish, always remember. This deep feeling of affection combined with this immense tension, the thrill, this feeling that yes, the other felt the same, wanted the same…

And as fucking frustrating as it was that they were interrupted and didn’t kiss, he had loved that, too. It was like being in a cheesy movie where the tension was ramped up yet again with a cheap director’s trick.

He took a deep breath.

But now this.

It had been like this before.

Sometimes when he was genuinely happy, he would suddenly get this fear of losing everything. Like he wasn’t allowed to be this happy. So the happier he got, the more likely he was to crash.

And this morning he had crashed, and crashed hard.

A dark cloud of thick cotton already surrounded him, numbing and suffocating him. And there was nothing he could do about it.

He had managed to get through the day and pretend everything was fine. But now he was on set at this birthday party of Natasha's and he felt completely out of place, like he didn’t belong here. Everyone around him was laughing too loud, talking too loud and he just wanted to get away from it all.

Of course, after yesterday on the hill, everything was pointing towards him and Tom kissing tonight. Because why not. They should have fun at this party and then at some point.... kiss... right?

And it was that very expectation that caused Owen to crash.

The excitement that he had felt yesterday was gone. Instead there was this fear of somehow not meeting the expectations, of doing something wrong that would destroy everything.

He hated it.

Knowing that this was just some kind of sick mechanism in his head and he wasn’t able to do anything about it. He hated feeling like shit when this happened, but he bit his tongue and just smiled through the pain.

He saw Tom talking to people, saw him searching for eye contact with him, beaming at him, winking at him but Owen avoided him, always went somewhere else, far away from him. He felt a twinge in his chest at each smile sent his way and he finally couldn't do it anymore, so he disappeared behind some backdrops and got to the areas that were only illuminated with emergency lights.

He had always loved that. Wandering through abandoned, dimly lit sets. He loved the atmosphere it created. But now he was just enjoying the darkness and a break away from all these laughing people.

With a big sigh he sat down on the steps in the TVA interrogation room, resting his arms on his drawn knees, and closed his eyes.

Why the fuck…!

He didn’t want this.

He just wanted to be happy.

He had been happy.

So what was wrong with him?

Why had he to be like that?

He really hated himself.

He wanted to drown this feeling in alcohol but he couldn’t risk falling even deeper.

To think about his kids in these situations sometimes helped. Sometimes it made it worse, made him think he was the worst dad of all.

Since he had come to Atlanta to work on `Loki´ everything had been so good this far.

Even his current sleeping problems had stopped. He had felt calm. Content. Confident.

Meeting Tom was one of the best things that had happened to him lately. He felt good in his presence. Safe. It was something he hadn’t expected. So he had cherished the time he had spent with Tom on and off set as something really special.

And working on `Loki´ had been a blessing, too. The script was crap if he was honest. But due to that they had so much fun, so much freedom to try things out, to improvise, to just see what they came up with and it gave him the urge to write again. If it was for him, he would already do prequels, sequels and spin-offs with Mobius. He just loved it. He loved playing Mobius.

It really had done him so damn good.

Owen contorted his face.

So why?

Just why the fuck had it to be like this?

He heard someone coming.

Saw Tom looking for him…

With a bottle of beer in his hand. With a concerned look on his face.

“Hey…”

With his fucking soft voice that Owen loved so much.

“Everything alright? I don’t… I don’t want to bother you when you want to be alone. I was just… worried.”

Being as sweet and caring and polite as always.

And it hurt Owen deep down in his chest.

“No.. no, you don’t. I just… “ He didn’t know what to say.

He just knew that he didn’t want Tom to leave.

“Can I sit down?” Tom asked carefully.

Yes, please. “Sure.”

So Tom sat down next to him, looking at him with big questioning eyes.

Yeah.. he should probably explain something.

“I’m sorry… Tom.” Owen began. “I…”

He hated it. “I’m a mess...”

But Tom just looked at him compassionately and waited, so Owen continued.

“I… have problems… sometimes.. mental problems… So I get sad sometimes… when I’m supposed to be… happy… when I am happy… It is some kind of dysfunction in my head. Like.. Well, like the happy clown gets sad…”

He sighed.

“And I’m really sorry… Because I guess.. you have expected something else… tonight… But I’m not good for you… I guess, I’m not good for anybody when I’m like this…”

Tom squinted his eyes and pressed his lips together as if he was disagreeing but trying not to say anything. So Owen emphasized his point.

“I just can’t… give you what you want. I wish I could. But I just can’t.”

He shook his head and looked down at the floor because he just didn’t know why he actually couldn’t.

“I know this is hard to understand…” He knew how fucking stupid this all sounded. Why don’t you just do it if you want to? What’s the problem? They always say…

He closed his eyes, feeling ashamed of himself.

“I do understand…” he heard Tom say softly.

Owen lifted his head to look at him. He was looking right back at him, with so much compassion in his eyes, and he continued speaking. Quietly.

“Well, I don’t know… I mean everybody feels different, everybody has different… problems.. challenges… I don’t get sad when I’m happy.. But I do know what the sad side of a clown feels like… or actually more the sad side of a circus bear… which I am… Or was… I don’t know…”

Owen had to laugh a little at that. “Tom, the circus bear… Sounds like a cute children’s book.”

Tom smiled. “Yeah… . I don’t know. Maybe it’s some kind of ADHD,” he shrugged his shoulders, “… but I’ve always done what people wanted me to do. And people wanted me to do really stupid things… . And I just did them. I loved the attention, I loved being liked… and to be loved… so I did more and more without really knowing why… And it really took me a long time to realize that…" he looked at the ceiling lost in thoughts, "I have worked constantly for 6 years in a row… I’ve sort of done every movie they offered me.. I have no idea how many interviews I gave during that time… how many stupid things I did… and all that just to not sit in that bear cage after the show…. And feel lonely and redundant…”

Owen felt his heart ache hearing all this. He didn't dare to breathe, didn't want to break this fragile bubble that they had somehow built here.

“And at some point I really lost it, I got so tired of it all… But you’re stuck in this wheel … " Tom’s hand made a circle," and you don’t know how to get out of it… I didn’t know who I am or what I wanted…” he sighed and nibbled at the label of his bottle. “I think I’m better now. Know how to take all this. But this doesn’t make me immune, you know. It will always be there…”

He took a deep breath, straightening up his back and looking directly at Owen.

“I’m sorry… I don’t want to be whining here.. I just want you to know that I know how it feels to be sad… when from the outside looking in... it seems that you don’t have any reason to.”

Owen was deeply touched.

“Thank you…” he whispered. “Thank you for telling me…”

Tom gave him a reassuring look.

And then he got this Hang-on-I-have-to-think-about-something look on his face.

Owen loved thinking-Tom.

Watching Tom think always made Owen feel like a little kid at Christmas that couldn’t wait to see what was in the box. A quote? An adorable metaphor?

“So… If you’re unhappy because you were happy…” Tom began.

And Owen immediately loved how Tom had changed his voice to a more chatty and juvenile tone.

“It’s sounds quite awful when I have to think that I am the one making you unhappy, so I’m going to reverse it: You being unhappy … does it mean that you like me… ” he gave Owen a challenging look. “…a little more… than a little?”

Owen laughed. He shrugged his shoulders mockingly and showed a little space between his thumb and his index finger. “Yeah.. maybe a little more.”

But Tom didn’t seem to mind the mockery because he looked at Owen severely and said - in his soft voice again -, “I can wait then.”

Owen didn’t know what to feel, he smiled a small smile but it came from deep in his heart and he hoped Tom would notice.

“Thank you.”

Somehow he wished Tom would just grab him and kiss him.

But it wouldn’t be Tom if he crossed the line. It wouldn’t be Tom if he didn’t respect him and his condition.

And as much as Owen wished he would cross it, it showed him two things.

One, that Tom was even more damn lovable.

And two, that he himself was the one who needed to free himself out of there. Nobody else could.

But he was determined to do it.

He had to get better soon, if for no other reason than he could finally kiss Tom. His favorite Brit with his nonexistent lips.

And now, now he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Tom. Held him close. And he was fucking glad that he could do it.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered.

“Don’t feel bad about it…,” Tom whispered back. “I want you to know that I don’t expect anything... And just as you are, you are good for me.”

Tom’s word were soothing, his voice was soothing, Tom was soothing. Like he had been from the start.

“Thank you,” Owen said again and because he couldn’t resist, he added, “my little circus bear.”

Tom snorted. “Don’t! Just don’t!”

Owen grinned. “Yeah, I thought you are more of a pussycat anyway.”

And even he knew it would take some time before he felt right again, before he felt carefree again, he was fucking glad.

That Tom had somehow turned this fucking sad situation in something lighter and beautiful.

And that Tom had shown him a spark at the end of a hopefully not so long tunnel.

#hiddlewow #widdlewow #tom hiddleston/owen wilson #rpf #the fool on the hill #chapter 7

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eberles · 3 years

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After He Cheats

Mat Barzal

Request: ummmm can you write something angst for mat barzal??? love you!!

A/N: hiii, i hope you like this!! there’s no happy ending i’m sorry in advance!

Warnings: cheating relationship, angst, swearing

The pictures were everywhere, on every social media platform you were a part of and you felt like you couldn't escape them. But you also couldn't stop looking at them as much as it hurt, you wanted to memorize every single detail on these pictures to try and understand why. All you friends were texting him and even a few of his friends too, but you ignored all of them and only after what felt like hours of looking at these pictures, he called you.

“Hello?” you answered with a shaky voice and immediately regretted your choice when you heard him on the other end. You could picture his broken, sad face on the other end of the phone and it only made you more angry.

“Y/N, it’s not what it looks like.” Mat whispered into the phone and you shook your head before scoffing and hanging up the phone, letting the tears finally flow down your face. You opened up instagram again looking at the multiple pictures of Mat and a beautiful blonde kissing in the hotel lobby, in the parking lot, on what looks like a dinner date. This wasn’t the first time Mat had cheated on you, but he promised it was a one time thing and that you had nothing to worry about. You felt pathetic for believing him and staying with him especially when your friends and family warned you about him.

please answer me

i love you

it was an accident

she doesn't mean anything to me

The repetitive texts came rolling in and you were stuck in your position sitting on your living room floor, switching your phone screen between your boyfriends texts and the pictures of him. You declined the rest of his phone calls for the remainder of the night knowing that he would be home tomorrow to “explain himself.” You weren’t going to let him manipulate you this time, it was his fault and he did do it on purpose. He did.

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just landed, i’ll be home in 30

i love you

By the time Mat texted you telling you he was on his way home, you had most of your clothes and a few other things you had around the apartment packed. You stopped crying hours ago and your whole body felt numb at this point, you were just exhausted. Exhausted of being lied to, exhausted of letting your boyfriend walk all over you. You heard the front door open and close bracing yourself as you heard Mat’s footsteps running up the stairs.

“Hi.” Mat spoke hesitantly walking into your bedroom and you looked over, forcing yourself to smile at him.

“Hi.” you said before walking into your bathroom with a small bag to put away your toiletries, Mat following closely behind you.

“What are you doing? Don’t do this.” Mat begged, eyes wide watching you move around the bathroom grabbing all your shower stuff.

“You did this, Mat. Why are you surprised? Isn’t this what you wanted?” you asked, turning around to look at him, a spiteful smile on your face. “What did you think would happen?”

“It got out of hand, I swear. You have to believe me. This is not what I wanted.” Mat defended himself and you rolled your eyes, leaning against the sink in the bathroom to look at him.

“It doesn’t even matter anymore, Mat. We’re done. I’m done.”

“What can I do?” Mat grabbed your hands, pulling them to his chest. You didn’t move them away, letting yourself touch him one last time.

“Did you have sex with her?” You already knew the answer, but you wanted him to say it. Mat didn't though, instead he put his head down and kissed the tops of your hands multiple times while repeatedly saying “sorry.” “You know, I could understand meeting up with an old friend and having dinner and I could even understand an accidental kiss, but I cannot understand how you can try to call sleeping with someone else an accident?”

“I’m sorry, I wish I could take it back but I can’t. We can move past this though, together.”

“No, we can’t.” you said, ripping your hands from Mat’s grasp and walking past him.

“You don’t even care, do you?” Mat followed you back into the bedroom and you laughed at his question.

“Of course I do, but i’m done fucking crying over you.” you zipped up your last bag, throwing them both over your shoulder and walking towards the door and turning around to look back at him. “Goodbye, Mat.”

The following weeks were hard for you and a few times you wondered how Mat was doing and if you should check on him. You forced him out of your thoughts and it took everything in you, blocking his phone number helped because his multiple attempts at contacting you were a little too much for you to handle. You didn’t want Mat to be in pain, but after coming across newer pictures of him and his blonde you couldn’t help but wish she would do the same to him just so he would know how it feels.

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A year has passed since your break up with Mat and you couldn’t be more happy. Mat didn’t randomly appear in your thoughts anymore and when you came across a picture of him your heart didn’t ache anymore. You never moved out of the city, but seeing him in the grocery store exactly a year after you left him was not what you expected.

“Y/N, hey.” Mat said, his carriage bumping into yours in the pasta aisle. You looked up at him in complete shock, but with a genuine smile on your face.

“Oh my god! Mat hi, how are you?” the two of you stepped out of the way of other customers in the store and continued your small talk.

“Honestly, i’m really happy. I’m gonna propose soon, I think i’m finally ready for that step ya know?” Mat spoke, and his face showed the biggest, happiest smile you may have ever seen on him.

“That’s great! I’m happy for you.” The two of you said your goodbye’s and you watched as Mat walked away, not being able to help the slight anger bubbling up inside of you. You just hoped he spends his last dime to put a rock on her hand.

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Another year has passed since your break up with Mat and since you had last seen him that day in the grocery store. You could confidently say that seeing Mat a year ago had not affected you one bit, and you hadn’t thought about him since that day. At first you were angry that Mat was able to propose to the blonde after only a year, but it just reminded you of how lucky you were to be rid of him. After leaving the grocery store a year ago, you stopped into your favorite coffee shop and met your now boyfriend, Tyler.

The two of you were currently celebrating your one year anniversary of meeting, even though your actual anniversary was still 2 months away. You were sitting at a corner table in the coffee shop, laughing and enjoying each other’s presence when you saw Mat walk through the front door with Tito. After they ordered their coffee and found a table to sit at, Mat spotted you and waved you over to him.

“This is going to be an every year occurrence isn't it?” you joked, saying hi to Mat and Tito.

“I guess so, how are you?” Mat asked, looking over at your boyfriend at the table behind you.

“I’m great! That’s Tyler, my boyfriend. How are you?” you asked, smiling down at Mat from your standing position.

“I could be better. She um, she cheated on me so.” Mat shrugged, a small frown on his face and you forced your happy attitude down for the sake of his feelings.

“Oh i’m sorry.” you said awkwardly, continuing small talk before saying bye to Mat and making your way back to Tyler, knowing that Mat’s eyes were following your every move and watching as you greeted your boyfriend with a kiss.

“I love you.” you said to Tyler, after sitting down earning a cheeky smile from him, as he leaned in to kiss your cheek.

“I love you more.”

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nerdycanible1 · 3 years

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Lin's Broken Heart

⚠️Note⚠️:This is my interpretation of what had happened between Suyin and Lin. I want you to know that this will have mentions of suicide. So please do not read it.

Summary: Lin Beifong grew up in a chaotic household. She believes she's not good enough and is hurting but doesn't understand why. This is a story of her time growing with Toph and Suyin. Please note that this is a sad story. ÒwÒ please don't hate me qwq.

Words: 2,740 words 14,375 characters

((Sorry for the spelling errors.))

⚠️Read at your own risk⚠️

As strong, and amazing Lin Beifong was, she was still human. She still had nightmares, she has trouble sleeping and there are times she doesn't eat.

Lin was a woman that was always meant to be strong, to be powerful and to never show weakness. People think she's so powerful they believe words won't hurt or or nothing can break her.

But what they didn't know was that Lin has always suffered from depression. At a young age, she was happy at times and other times she wasn't.

It started when she began to realize that her uncle Sokka wasn't her dad. She noticed all the kids in school had a mother and a father.

She remembered the kids gushing about their father's and felt like there was something wrong with her. People teased her and often said hurtful things just because she didn't have a dad.

She remembered her mother always brushing the topic off as if it were no big deal. Told her that her father was just some poor smuck that wasn't ready. It may not have been a huge thing for Toph but it was for Lin.

Anything to do with father's, she began to resent. She even stopped calling Sokka dad and started calling him uncle.

The second incident was when she couldn't grasp metalbending. She was so stressed and tired. Her mom spent a whole week calling her weak, telling her that she got it just after a couple of hours.

Soon 3 weeks passed and Lin still didn't bend the metal. Her mother walked away pissed. Lin stood in the court yard with huge tears in her eyes and sniffled. The 8 year old could only handle so much.

At the end of the month Toph deemed her training over. She patted her shoulder and sighed. "Not everyone is meant to bend metal kid." And with that Toph walked quietly into the house ready to give up teaching Lin.

Lin whimpered and collapsed to her knees. Night after night she prayed to the spirits, and had asked them for help. Asked them to have her mom be proud of her. And here she was with her mothers back to her.

Lin was 9 years old when she began to bend and her uncle Sokka took her out to go eat. Toph said she had a case to go over and only said "Congrats kid."

Lin felt numb and just sad. She held her uncle Sokka and tried to keep her smile on for him. After all, who would want to care for a whimpy child.

When Su began to show signs of being an Earthbender, Toph immediately called off work and said it was important. Toph spent quality time with Suyin and began to show her how to bend.

Lin only watched from her training on how her mother applauded Suyin and lifted her up saying how proud she was. Lin couldn't help but think Toph had another child because Lin was incompetent.

Suyin was 6 and a half years old when she began to metalbend. She remembered Toph dropping everything just to see Suyin herself. Lin was teasing her sister saying she couldn't metalbend till she was older and here they were with a prodigal sister that bent metal on her first try.

She watched as Toph threw a party and celebrated with everyone and how Suyin was able to metalbend. Lin didn't go to the celebration. Instead, Tenzin took her out to meet the bisons. Oogi seemed rather protective of Lin and took a liking to her.

Lin couldn't complain much about her childhood. She had a home, food on her table, a nice bed and even a great education. Everytime she felt sad or angry her mother told her that some kids had less. That some kids would happily take her place.

It wasn't what Lin needed to hear, it was just another reminder that Suyin was basically a replacement for her.

She never told anyone her thoughts. Never told anyone on how much she was suffering because she thought she was being irrational. There were times she cried herself to sleep, there were times she didn't eat her food. And there were times she had nightmares but never told anyone.

Lin was just a little girl suffering because she didn't know what she deserved. Lin had always felt guilty for crying too much, she knew it was impractical to cry because she was sad.

People often wondered why she cried when she was angry and wondered why she always got into fights. After her mother stopped coming to her school about her having another fight, Lin knew she needed to change.

Lin being the way she was expected to change over night. She made sure she did everything in school, stayed away from bullies and even began to take extra classes.

She went from being one of the worst students in her school to one of the top testers. If she couldn't be good at metal bending then she could be better at academics.

Tenzin saw how sad Lin was and every time he brought it up, Lin would fight him. Every time Kya tried to bring it up Lin would snap at her. And every time Bumi brought it up Lin stayed quiet.

They of course saw the difference between the sisters. How they fought constantly. How they were both different people. They kissed the care free Lin. They missed her so kuch that they even kidnapped Lin just so they can hang out.

By the time Lin was 16 she was young to be moved up to a high grade so she could graduate early. She showed her grades to her mother, told her the good news and all Toph said was "That's great Lin. Can you you make you and your sisters dinner tonight?"

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Lin knew she was being pretty but she was jealous of her younger sister. She was able to make friends easily, was able to fight and managed a B average. That is until her sister began to skip school.

Lin began to notice the change, how her sister would give her snide remarks or how she would start trying on makeup. Whenever Lin brought it up to her mother, her mother would say "I didn't even go to school."

Lin began to set a curfew for her sister to be home. It work for only a few weeks before her sister didn't even listen to her. Since Toph never backed her up Suyin began to say that no one was the boss of her.

Lin tried many times to tell her mother that Su was sneaking around with guys that were years older. Told her that it was dangerous for her to be out in the dark of night.

Toph always said, "Well she's a big girl, she can fight." Or "So what? Not like she would care anyways." Or "Tenzin's older than you and yet you're dating him. And don't act like you're miss pure, you snuck out to Airtemple Island."

No matter how hard she tried to get it through her mothers head, Toph didn't listen and neither did Su.

Lin would stay up for hours and hours only to have Suyin come back late.

Suyin was 15 when she first came home intoxicated. Lin was so worried for her only to have her sister stumbled through the door with a help of two boys that were clearly older than 18.

Lin made them scram and sat with her sister helping her sickness. It was around 5 in the morning Suyin had come, and Lin had a long two days at work and now she was up and taking care of her sick sister.

She sat in the living room in the dark. She had a bottle of her mothers stash in her hand and she drinking it down. Suyin was throwing her life away and Toph didn't care.

She sat there in the dark wondering if her mother even cared. By the time Lin had woken up it was noon. She sat up with a groan and slowly got off the couch.

"And how many boys did you beat?" Toph asked as she and Suyin cooked breakfast.

Suyin giggled. "5. I drank half a bottle of vodka before they quit."

Toph gasped and laughed. "Well you sure are your mothers daughter." She grinned. "Don't tell your sister that you can drink more than her." She whispered.

Lin watched them before she sat the bottle down and headed to her room. It was enough to see that her mother had yet let Suyin do whatever she wanted.

She laid in bed not even changing and just laid against her wall. There was a knock on her door. "Breakfast is made Lin." She called out.

Lin didn't answer and just held her pillow as silent tears streamed down her cheeks. "Come on you slept in all day. You should be awake." She yelled.

Lin continued to ignore her. "Just let her pout. Now come on tell me what else had happened."

Suyin stared at her sisters door and frowned gently. She was wondering if it was her mom that helped her through her bad hang over or if it was Lin.

By the end of the night Lin had her window opened. She listened to the city sounds and just looked at the twinkling lights. She took a drag of her cigarette and just released it.

A small gasp was heard and Lin turned to look over to see Suyin. "I... didn't know you... smoked."

Lin rolled her eyes and put it out. "What does it matter. None of you guys know anything." Lin muttered as she stood up.she walked over to her closet and grabbed a bag and began to fill it.

Suyin frowned at the attitude and crossed her arms. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

Lin waved her off and began to look through her clothes. "Nothing. What do you want? Do you need me to cook or something?"

Suyin shook her head and frowned. "I just... I came to say thank you." She mumbled.

Lin raised a brow and looked at her. "For what?" She asked as she grabbed a pair of clothing.

"For taking care of me last night. I wanted to... say I was sorry for coming home that late." She mumbled as she waited for Lin to lash out at her.

Lin looked at her and looked away. "Well it sure saved you from a hangover."

Suyin blinked in surprise from the lack of yelling or Lin's attitude. She was relieved but then upset at the same time. "Are you okay? You... don't seem like yourself?"

Lin grabbed another cigarette and lit it up feeling a bit anxious. "I'm fine. Nothing to worry about." She took a drag and leaned against the wall.

"You don't seem okay. Is there anything I can do?" Suyin was genuinely worried about her sister. All their lives they kept each other at a distance but that didn't mean she didn't care for her sister. There were times they slept together and times Lin would laugh with her. They uses to be so close.

Lin looked at her and gave a smile with no emotion. "I'll stop." She finally spoke. "I'll stop the nagging. I won't wait up for you anymore." Lin swallowed roughly and closed her eyes.

"I can't do it anymore. You don't listen to me and mom doesn't seem to care." Lin laughed softly and shook her head. "Do what you want Su." She finished her cigarette and grabbed her bag. Tossing in some of her sleeping medication and other pills Suyin didn't know Lin took.

Suyin watched her sister shocked. She hasn't seen look this emotionless before. All the times she's seen her, she was agitated, mad or even smiling. This wasn't the Lin she knew.

"Lin?" She asked hopeless. "Where are you going?" She asked noticing the bag.

Lin walked past her and stopped at her door. She stopped and placed her favourite bracelet on Su's arm. "Hopefully to finally get some sleep." She kissed her her head and hugged her. "A long sleep, I'm tired."

Su hugged her back but couldn't shake the feeling at the back of her head. Why... did this feel like a goodbye? "You're going to come back right?" Su asked shaken up, tears already forming in her eyes.

Lin smiled and ksised her forehead and nodded. "Don't worry about it. I just need sleep." Was all she said. She ruffled her hair. "Goodnight Su." And with that Lin began to head out.

Lin stopped at her mother room to see her sleeping. Lin smiled and placed two pieces of wood down. Each a carving Lin made of herself and Su. "Night mom." Lin whispered.

Suyin watched her exit the house, Lin seemed oddly quiet. She looked at the house once more before she smiled and closed the door. "Goodbye." Lin whispered.

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"HOW COULD YOU!!?" Suyin screamed. Tears were gliding down her cheeks as Suyin began to try and hit Lin. "I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" Loud high pitched wails left Su's mouth as she tried to attack her sister.

Toph held Suyin back as she was at a loss for words. A hard lump was in her throat and she didn't say anything.

Lin laid in the hospital bed still feeling numb. Tears streamed down her face as she stared at her family blankly. Flashes of that night replayed in her head and she grit her teeth.

"Why would you do it!! You promised you'd come back!" Suyin said as she was finally getting tired. Suyin yelled at her for over and an hour and her mom had yet said anything. Suyin soon fell to the floor as she held her hands to the floor as she just cried.

Lin released a small sob as she covered her face. "I just wanted sleep." She said with a shaky breath. "I just wanted to sleep." She whimpered.

Toph stood there feeling her younger daughter tremble and cry her heart out and listened to her oldest daughter cry in pain. How did she not notice this? Her daughters heart has been broken for a very long time. How could she not have noticed?

Toph lifted up her daughter slowly and rubbed Suyin's trembling back. "I uhh..." Toph swallowed roughly. "I'm sorry kiddo. I really am." And with that she left the room to bring Suyin home.

It was a couple weeks when Lin was let out of the hospital. She was given some medication and of course wine for hysteria. Lin was to excersize every day, be put on a healthy diet and to drink 3 glasses of wine at night.

Lin was sitting in her room as Kya came over to help clean out Lin's room and help her move to air temple island. Suyin had yet to talk to Lin, Toph didn't seem to come out of her room till Lin was passed out. And whenever they were in the same room everyone was walking on eggshells around her.

Tenzin rubbed Lin's back and kissed her temple. "Let's go Lin." Tenzin coddled. Ever since the incident it was like everyone was afraid to say anything or touch Lin.

Lin sipped her wine quietly as she stared out at the city. She swore to everyone that she was fine when in reality she was dying inside. She knew now that everyone hated her even more so she promised that she would stay alive.

Not just for the sake of your family but the city. In the hospital Lin saw many different people. Some homeless, others single parents, soem kids. They were all different and then the same. They all needed help. Lin's problems weren't even a fraction of the peoples. And here she was, with a family that loved her, a beautiful home, a paying job.

She promised she would take care of the city. If not for herself. Then for the people. She swallowed roughly her wine and stood up feeling woozy. Lin wasn't one for alcohol and having to drink it every day was rather intense.

She slowly wobbled to her bed and sunk into it with a sigh. She had to get better for the city. She promised herself that.

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Hi Days! I'm a huge fan of your work and your tumblr blog bc you give so many naruhina fanfic recs and talk about your stories, etc.

To sum it up, you're my favorite person lol, I'm a bit shy so I'm asking this as an anon, but I wanted to tell you something random just because I've always just thought about it and maybe you would agree or comment on it.

Have you ever listened to mitski? If you haven't I recomend you do bc she's amazing, but anyways I was listening to a song of hers called "washing machine heart" and it reminded me of naruhina, like the fic "together you and I" but different you know, like naruto only married hinata because he couldn't have sakura, she was his second option and every time he looked at her he wished and pretended it was Sakura, so Hina tries her hardest to look pretty and try to be the person he wants, always getting saddend by the idea that she isn't the one he wants, she knows his heart will only belong to Sakura. She let's him trample all over her heart and use her because she loves him unconditionally, maybe cry to her on some nights because he longs for Sakura's love that will never come.

I've read so many fanfics and I've never encountered one using this concept, I'd write it myself, but I'm not good at writing, maybe I'm reaching but it could inspire an angst story made by you or just a prompt or idea/concept for anyone to use. The hurt in this could be inmaculate and I bet a good writer could bring everyone to tears if they read a story like this. You don't have to do anything ofc I'll love you either way, I'm not meaning to push you to write a whole story with this concept by any means or to even post this ask, it's just something I made up/ related to this certain song, so I wanted you to see it, perhaps share your opinion or thoughts on it or just think about it. I love pain a lot hahaha bc I'm not a narusaku shipper in any way, I actually dislike the ship a lot.

Thank you for reading this and pls keep up the awesome work!! I'll always be a fan and support you and your spectacular writing❤️❤️

GAH What an awful fic idea you have 💔

“The Ring that Binds” by softwind - Rated M, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. Naruto and Hinata are married. So why is Naruto calling “Sakura” in his sleep?

“Girl No 10″ by meeiwen - Rated M, Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. Naruto makes a mistake with a dancer one drunk night. Years later when he meets her again, he begins realizing his perfect life is a lie, but he’s too late to fix it.

And

“Territorial” by @bunny-hoodlum - Rated M, High school AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. When Hinata takes advantage of Naruto’s desperation for love, they’re both a little too much for the other to handle.

Are similar to what you have there.

HERE’S MY VERY QUICK AND INCOMPLETE STAB AT YOUR PROMPT IT’S UNEDITED UNREVISED CANON-DIVERGENT AU RATED T FOR LANGUAGE BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE WHAT I COULD COME UP WITH 😘 THEY ARE NOT MARRIED BECAUSE I WOULD BE TOO SAD

...

Naruto finally makes it to the Hokage’s office, having had trouble shaking off fangirls on his way. He can immediately tell he’s the last one there, even though it’s the eve of the Rinnegan Festival. Tense expressions greet him, the atmosphere somber.

Sakura whips her attention back to the desk before them. “Rokudaime, with all due respect, I don’t think Naruto belongs on this mission.”

Her behavior has confused him all night. First moving away from him so that Hinata would sit between them at Ichiraku when Hinata could have just sat on the other side of him. Then pushing him to follow Hinata back home. He said aloud that he’d be seeing her later, and that he wanted to catch up with everyone first, but Sakura just glared at him...

She’s been pushing him away, more and more every day, breaking his heart to smaller and smaller pieces...whether knowingly or not, he’s not sure about that, but she’s never rejected him from being her teammate on a mission.

Worried, he meets Kakashi’s gaze.

“I understand your concern, Sakura.” His tone is heavy. His usual careless attitude nowhere in sight. “Call it just my gut-feeling...you’re going to need Naruto’s strength for this mission.”

Hanabi was kidnapped.

Hiashi and Hinata are nowhere to be found.

“What do you mean...?” Naruto finds himself asking. “I just saw her. We just saw her. Not even an hour ago.”

“When Sai reported Hanabi’s kidnapping, believe me, Naruto, we moved to notify her family immediately. Anbu can’t find them.”

“What?” The last memory he has of Hinata abruptly leaving dinner and running off without hardly a word nags at him, inexplicably tightening his chest. “She’s fine. Hinata’s strong. She can take on anybody. No one would dare-”

“Naruto,” Sakura interrupts, her gaze cutting sharp. “She’s nowhere to be found. And as much as you believe that, no one is invincible. Not even Hinata. We need to form a plan, otherwise we’re losing precious time.”

“No one is invincible. Not even Hinata.”

An emptying numbness invades his insides, discomforting slickness muting him.

This isn’t his fault, is it?

What if she needed to tell him something?

She was acting strange at Ichiraku.

Quiet, unusual for her as of recent...

But how was he supposed to notice? Should he have followed after her, like Sakura said? But they were supposed to meet at his apartment later on anyway, so why did she have to come out early like that and ruin the good time he was having? She knows how he hasn’t given up on Sakura.

She knows everything about him. She’s been his rock after Sakura tried to shut him down for good. So how can it be that she’d just disappear? There’s no way.

There’s just no way that she disappeared right after she left...

Hours.

Hours of wandering around in abandoned, desolate, war-stricken villages in god-knows-where, and nothing. No one.

He’s asking for the hundredth time, but he doesn’t care, he’s past the point of desperation, and anxiety-laced tension fills the air. “Taku, you really don’t see anything?!” The Hyuuga they have on their team led them into this godforsaken wasteland.

Taku turns on him aggressively, getting in his face in reaction, and yells, “What about you?? You think I’m not trying my best?! This is my family! Just because you’re Hinata’s boyfriend doesn’t mean you’re any more worried than the rest of us! You don’t sense her??”

No. He doesn’t.

His Sage Mode has never been so useless. In fact, he senses no one besides them in this place, and it’s with terrible unease that he begins to entertain the thought that she’s gone for good.

“There’s no one even here besides us! Nothing! Why’d you take us down here? Where are we even?! How do we get out of here in the first place?!” he argues back.

“Sakura-san was right! You don’t belong on this mission! I don’t know what Hinata-sama could ever see in you, I haven’t seen her smile in months!”

“What do you mean by that?! She smiles all the time! I’ve never seen her act so cheerful in my life!”

“So you fucking know it, too!” Taku glares at him with an incredulous expression. “That she’s just acting!”

“What the hell do you mean by that-”

And he doesn’t know what happened next, but Sai’s grabbing onto Taku and he himself is locked in Shikamaru’s shadow manipulation. Chakra’s sparking off his own hands, while blue embers warp along Taku’s.

“Calm down,” Shikamaru orders both of them. “We’re not getting anywhere if the two of you keep fighting.” He waits for Taku to loosen his stance.

Sai lets go of him.

Taku throws an insulting glare around before sauntering off.

Shikamaru sighs. Hard. “Go cool your head, Naruto.” He retracts his shadow, and Naruto wastes no time walking off in the opposite direction, far from wherever Taku is heading.

Yet Taku’s ridiculous words ring in his head. “That she’s just acting.”

But she said that she’s happy to be with him. That she doesn’t mind that he’s still in love with Sakura. She said that she’s just happy to be with him.

She said that. She did. And she wouldn’t lie to him, right?

She was just acting?

“You’re not going to finish your ramen?” he asked her on their date last month.

“No...” Suddenly, she smiled brightly, something she’s been doing more often ever since he mentioned that he’s always liked how genki Sakura is. “Do you want the rest of mine? I’m dieting.”

He scrunched his eyebrows at her. “Dieting? Why?”

“Well...” She looked thoughtful for a moment before seeming to come to a decision. “Naruto-kun, you like thin girls, right?”

He knew she was talking about Sakura. “...I guess...”

“I want to make you happy,...” she started. She bit her lips for a hesitating moment before continuing, “so I’ve been trying to lose a little weight.”

“Oh.” He didn’t know what to make of that. Unbidden, he looked her over.

“Can you tell?” she asked, her characteristic shyness lowered her lashes, yet she didn’t fidget under his examination, and he could tell how she was trying her best to have that confident persona he admires in his former teammate.

Despite her recent changes in attitude, Hinata’s still been so physically small compared to himself and everyone else. Under her jacket, he couldn’t tell if she looked skinnier or not, and even if she was, he doesn’t think she really needed to be skinnier.

But then she looked up at him with that heavy, hopeful weight in her gaze, and he couldn’t let her down. Not when she’s trying so hard for his approval.

He fibbed easily. “Yeah. You look really good.”

She shined another smile at him that made him feel good. Even if their relationship wasn’t traditional, he could at least still make her happy. He could at least tell her some sweet words and see her sweet smile and-

She was lying.

She wasn’t happy?

He never made her happy?

Then what was the point of any of it?

No, she must have been happy, right?! She said so! She told him so! Many, many times!

After all, he asked her. All of those times he thought she was faking her smile, he asked just to make sure, and she vehemently told him that she was really happy to be with him.

She said he could talk to her about all of it. That she could take on his heartbreak because her feelings were so much bigger than...

“Uzumaki Naruto.”

The unfamiliar voice has him leaping to his feet.

A man as pale as a ghost with piercingly icy eyes is floating down to him on some strange platform. “You’re really as pitiful as I expected.”

“Who the hell are you?!” He readies his stance. He’s not in any mood for games, and he’s ready to let loose some of his stress on this very suspicious character.

“Hinata’s fiance.”

“Hinata?!” Fire races through his veins, heating his feet, and he’s ready to leap at this guy. “Where is she?!”

“With me.”

His heart rate exponentially explodes, beating into his ears, his skin practically bristling. “Let her go,” he demands, and the threat of his words leaks from every pore of his being. “Now.”

The man almost snorts. “What makes you think she wants to see you? You only ever used her, broke her...” His collected expression hardens, and Naruto can sense that he has no intention of releasing her. “I’ll make her happier than you ever could.”

Several thoughts fly too quickly through his mind to properly process any of it, leaving only residual uncertainty and that deepening sense of his culpability in her sudden disappearance. But he doesn’t linger on the unpleasant sensations. “What the fuck do you know?!” And he’s charging at him, a Rasengan heavy in his hand.

The enemy is far more powerful than he appeared, immediately blowing him back with some kind of focused chakra. “Weak, pathetic.”

“GIVE HER BACK!” He replicates himself a dozen times, each of them throwing Rasenshurikens at the man.

Yet more of that strange yellow chakra protects him. He’s unscathed even under his shadow clone onslaught. “No. I gave her a choice, and she came with me. I’m just here to get rid of you, take revenge against you for her sake.”

He hardly comprehends the nonsense spewing out of the enemy’s mouth, and he rallies his clones into close combat, but the man manages to avoid many of the attacks while landing hits of his own.

Clones poofing away only to be replaced by more, frustration and fury starting to blind him into sloppier and sloppier moves.

“I love Hinata. That’s why I deserve her.”

He chokes on his own breath, and in his momentary loss of concentration,...

He’s falling.

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aaannnnd that’s as far as I want to go with that. Imagine the rest of the team arriving in time to notice Toneri making his escape toward the sky, and I guess the rest of the story would sort of follow the rest of The Last...Naruto self-reflects a lot in a bundle of depression for a long time and yeah.

...ahhh... I encourage you to write the fic you want to see in the world ❤️

#anon #thank you for thinking i could do your fic idea justice #but in the end 😅 i'm sorry that this is a letdown #i'm not much one for angst you know #who wrote white lilies not me #thank you for laying the praise on thick 🥺 don't know if i'm deserving #thank you for reading!

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