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ratcash-wasgud · 1 month

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Hihi! Hope you are having a great day, but I had an idea/request for a modern mizu headcanons or fic? or a mix of both? I've been having a rough week, and dealing with some sh. i know this can be triggering for some, so don't write it if it's too much, but I'd really appreciate maybe a modern mizu x struggling or sh reader? and mizu does what she can to help reader feel better and keep reader safe from harming themselves? i hope this is okay! xoxo

hey lovely! no, no, this is actually so valid. i love this idea.

TW tho, as obvious, self harm and mention of suicide.

I hope you enjoy this one.

"...Hey, you...you okay?" Mizu steps into the bathroom, her face draining of color. She noticed how different you were acting these past weeks;

Randomly going silent during conversations, refusing to make eye contact with anyone, or biting you lips and picking at your skin violently...

But she'd never thought she'd see this. You, the love of her life, the one she'd die if she lost, the only one keeping her sane, standing or...hunching over in front of the bathroom sink, blood trickling and dripping everywhere, and your eyes looking back at her.

She's frozen. She doesn't know what to do. She doesn't know what would be right to do in this situation. Should she comfort you? Do you even want her comfort right now?

But all those questions flee her mind the moment your lips start trembling, your eyes narrow and fill up with tears, your nose scrunching up in a sniffle. "I...I'm sorry."

Mizu doesn't hesitate to basically jump away from the door and rush to hug you, not caring about the blood getting on her clothes. "It's okay...it's okay." She whispers it like a mantra in your ear. "Everything's fine...I'm here, you're here. We're here...i promise everything's fine."

After that, she sat on the bathroom floor with you until you calmed down, stroking your back while whispering the same, calming things in your ear.

When you calmed down, Mizu bandaged up your arms in silence after cleaning them up. She made sure to be gentle, not wanting to touch any cuts directly, but putting enough pressure on them to stop the bleeding. She didn't dare to look into your eyes while she did it, but when she was done, she leaned down to gently kiss the bandages.

She didn't ask anything, as she didn't know what to ask, or if she can even ask anything. She was just...worried. Worried more than anything.

She then silently led you to the bed, cuddled up behind you, and waited for the similar sound of your breathing slowing down as you fell asleep.

She couldn't sleep for a couple hours more tho. She stayed up, eyes closed, face burried into the warmth of your neck from behind.

You're warm. You're still here.

The next morning, she woke up before you, preparing coffee like she always does for you. When you came out to the kitchen, your eyes sleepy and the bandages still tight on your arms, Mizu gathered up all her strength.

"...can you tell me why?" She asks, her voice low and quiet. You looked at her for a couple moments, before sitting down at the kitchen table.

You started talking about your family backround, how school and work combined stress you out, how you don't like looking at yourself in the mirror. Mizu knew she was the one asking, but she hated hearing it, because she felt powerless.

But even if she felt that way, she was determined. She'll somehow make it better for you.

She spent the next day, thinking about ways to help you get more comfortable with yourself.

She started drawing small cats and bugs on your bandages when she changed them, to make you not want to throw up when you see them.

She stole your lipstick to make a kissmark on the mirror, to exactly where your forehead is in height, so everytime you look in the mirror, you get "kissed".

And she came up with this genius idea to bug a huge pack of stickers, and give you one for every day you stay clean.

She knew it wasn't much.

But to you it meant the world.

#blue eye samurai #bes mizu #blue eye samurai mizu #mizu x reader #blue eye samurai x reader #bes x reader #mizu fanfic #fanfiction #sh comfort

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vox-ex · 7 months

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vigilante + breakfast

Supercorptober 2023

"You can put your strength down. I’m sitting here with you at your kitchen table. You don’t need to say anything." - Eden Robinson

or ... Lena saves Supergirl from Lillian but winds up having breakfast with Kara

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Lena doesn't know how she got here.

Standing in the kitchen of a cabin up the coast while a superhero showered in the other room.

Well, she does.

But it's a story too long to tell on 3 hours of sleep. She thinks about just leaving, about placing a note on the counter and going after Lillian on her own for almost killing Supergirl. But playing vigilante was literally the one thing she said she told Agent Danvers she wouldn't do.

So that's how she wound up here.

Standing in the kitchen of a cabin up the coast, water running in the other room while she tried to make sense of the last 24 hours and the room in front of her all at once.

She finds it all narrows down to one thing, or rather three, all stacked together.

She notices the bright blues and deep reds first, the way they stand out against the dark wood. She runs her fingers over the heavy material of the suit and through the thick creases of the cape, trailing over the edges of the sigil that peeks out. It's softer than she thought it would be. Careful stitching and little flecks of gold woven throughout. She marvels at the hidden complexities of something that had always seemed so much simpler.

But things up close never quite appear like they do at a distance.

They look out of place, folded there on the kitchen table.

The care to place them so perfectly, a contrast to the rest of the room.

A blanket still covering half the couch. Two pillows wedged together against the arm. A pot of coffee on the counter, still warm but half gone. A missing mug from the cabinet. A plate covered in bits of jam and burnt toast crumbs in the sink.

But there was an odd comfort in it, of things having been taken out and put back a little askew — careful in its own way, but cautious too. It felt familiar in a way she couldn't place.

She came back to the suit, noticing one more thing tucked inside the folds — a pair of dark-rimmed glasses.

She carefully picked them up, unable to leave them in their place like the rest of the things she had found.

Familiar in that same way she couldn't place.

They were heavier than they should be.

She turned them over in her hand, tracing the outline of the frames, running her finger over the faint outline of scratches too deep to polish away.

Imagined them set in front of bright blue eyes.

They became even more familiar then.

Marveled at the simple illusion of them.

Was so caught up in it that she missed the sound of the water stopping.

Missed the sound of someone else coming into the kitchen.

"They have lead in them."

She almost dropped the glasses.

She imagines they wouldn't have broken if she had.

Finds herself careful with them all the same.

Kara came up next to her, hair still damp as she finished putting it up into a loose bun. She had cuts scattered on one side of her face still. Mostly healed. Mostly just angry lines and shallow marks. But Lena remembered them deeper, remembered her bleeding. Her ears rang in sympathy at the memory of how they got there. Remembering the the cape in front of her wrapped around her body instead, protecting her. It hadn't felt as heavy then.

Looking at her felt like walking into the room all over again. Some parts of her familiar, others out of place.

"I'm sorry, I - I was just..."

"Please don't be." Kara gently took the glasses from Lena's hands with a soft smile and slipped them on. "I left them there for you." Her fingers lining up with the imperfections on the lenses. The cuts along her cheek coming into sharper focus, too.

"I thought, I thought it might be easier to see when I told you about me...all of me."

She reached out and adjusted them just a little, letting her fingers linger there for a moment. She felt Kara relax against her.

"There you go," Lena said

The oversized sweater and messy bun made her seem even softer. More like the Kara she had come to know.

"Here I am."

But Lena could see it now - the strength coiled beneath her gentle nature, the way she stood taller under Lena's touch. Could see all of her.

Her fingers drifted from Kara's glasses to her chin, her thumb stretching up to touch the split in her lip that seemed to be taking the longest to heal.

Suddenly, even more of yesterday made sense.

Her mother hadn't just been trying to hurt Kara.

She had been trying to hurt her, too.

Her shoulders fell as the weight on them grew.

"I should have gotten there sooner...If I had just realized what she was doing, accepted it."

"Hey," Kara set her jaw, beneath Lena's touch. "You got us both out of there."

"What if she comes after you again?" Lena asked quietly.

"She will, and we'll stop her," Kara promised, "together." Her voice softened..."tet me protect you too."

Lena nodded, taking a deep breath. Years from now, she would become used to this kind of hope, but for, now it was still new.

"I have to be honest, though; I would really like some breakfast first. Because I tried making toast, but it was --"

"-a little burnt on one side," Lena finished.

Kara ducked her head, and Lena laughed, the sound coming easily even now, as it always seemed to do with Kara.

"Any requests? I am told I make good pancakes."

Kara squeezed her hand...careful...familiar.

"Perfect, pancakes sound perfect."

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read and follow along on Ao3 too

#supergirl #supercorp #sg prompts #supercorptober #supercorptober2023 #heaviness disguised as softness #been a while since I took a stab at a reveal fic #but here we go #reveal feels #think early season 2 #Lillian kidnapping Kara but no Mon-el #Lena saves her instead of Jeremiah

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mysterieuxclairdelune · 1 year

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A love like- “There is poetry in my head and my heart since I have been in love with you. You are a Poem.”/ He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand./ “I'm looking at the moon through my window and all I can hear is the echo of your voice, telling me you love me and I've never felt at home quite like the one in your arms.”/ And except this I know no other art, but to be a home for you./ And your eyes look like coming home./ “You, Beloved, who are all the gardens I have ever gazed at, longing.”/ He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking./ “If you were a star, I would gaze by the window till dawn.”/ “I almost forget to tell you: You look gorgeous, even when you cry.”/ If I ever see a flaw of yours, I'd say my eyes are the flawed ones./ “I could spend all day looking at you.” “I could spend my life."/ Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever?/ “How do you prefer your coffee?” “With you.”/ Here's your sorrow, and here's my shoulder./ “Your pain is safe with me and I will stay with you longer than your sorrows if you let me.” he said./ You can put your strength down. I'm sitting here with you at your kitchen table. You don't need to say anything./ “I'll take care of you.” “It's rotten work.” “Not to me. Not if it's you.”/ If you are intolerable, let me be the one to tolerate you./ “I'll be here every night,” she tells him, voice so soft, so tortured, “to keep you warm. I'll talk to you until I can't keep my eyes open.”/ My thoughts seek you as waves that seek the shore, And when I think of you, I am at rest./ “And I'm okay, and I'm hearing your voice. So it's good. The universe is good.”/ I shall lie down at home and pretend to be dying. Then the neighbors will all come in to gape at me, and, perhaps, she will come with them. When she comes, I won't need a doctor, she knows why I am ill./ “You speak to me in poetry without saying a word,” he whispered, “I could listen to your silence all night and lose myself in your eyes— until the last sunrise.”/ After you, poetry will cease...

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sandy-the-glader · 7 months

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Little Place In The Back Of Your Mind

Character: George Karim x Gn!reader

Type: Fluff/comfort

Length: 656 words

Summary: You’ve always been clumsy and slow. You feel so bad for keeping the group behind and you feel especially bad for how George always saves your ass. One early morning it finally gets to you and George reassures you that it’s okay.

Trope: Friends to lovers (Honestly could be read as platonic)

A/N: Here's a shorter Drabble one-shot thing to tide you guys over until I finally post some of those requests very soon!!!

I dropped my bag of supplies by my bed in the shared space me and Lucy had. This had been a disaster of a case. The Type 2 somehow snuck up on me and if it wasn't for George I would have been ghost-locked in a instant. I was being reckless and I could have gotten George hurt during this or even the others.

I let the angry and guilty tears flow as I sat on my bed. Lucy was showering downstairs, Lockwood was in the kitchen and George could be anywhere in this house. I was glad to be alone.

I felt like an embarrassment to them. I'm constantly tripping, daydreaming and god knows what else. I pressed my hands to my face trying to get those harsh tears to stop. God, I'm such a wreck.

No matter what I do, I always manage to get in the way.

I heard a knock on the door making my head snap up. I figured it was Lucy coming back from her shower so I quickly wiped my eyes and sat up.

"Come in," I called out. I sat there staring at the floor. I heard gentle footsteps patter up the staircase. Then when they reached the top they stopped.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" I heard no other than George's voice ring out. I looked at him and smiled softly. His face was puzzled.

"Yeah, I'm fine what's up?" George had a tray of tea in his hands but he put it on a small table in our shared space.

"No, you're obviously not. Your nose is red and your eyes look glassy. What's wrong?" I felt bad for getting him to worry about me like he always does.

"Really It's nothing I wouldn't want to bother you." He sighed.

"If it really had bothered me I wouldn't have started this interaction. So tell me what's wrong." He said firmly. He proceeded to sit next to me and wait for me to talk. He had his full attention on me and I love him for that.

"I just feel like I'm keeping you all behind. I'm constantly messing up on our cases and I feel like a liability to our team." I stared down at my roughed-up shoes I hadn't taken off yet. “I always mess everything up.”

"You know you make this team stronger?" He spoke truthfully. "I've seen you use your powers. Sometimes me and Lockwood aren't even capable of doing what you can do." I slowly started to look at him. He was so serious and I could tell it was all genuine. "You're always the first one to cheer someone up after a hard blow for a mission. You're constantly asking to help with any chore around the house. Whether it be cooking or oiling chains you're always willing to help the team and I admire that."

His face was soft and calm. A way that I haven't seen many times before. He's always so invested in something.

"Yes, I can admit that sometimes you're a little wobbly on the battlefield but you have other strengths besides combat. So many other qualities that make you amazing. You're so insanely smart and kind. So don't think about yourself like that. Or I will be mad and I'll have to talk some more sense into you." I chuckled softly. A ghost of a smile emerged on his lips.

"Thank you, George." Then I felt his arms around me. For a boy who isn't into "Touchy-feely" things this is a pretty touchy-feely situation. I soon melted into his touch and hugged him back.

"Is George Casper Karim hugging me right now or am I going crazy?" I joked. He groaned at my comment.

"Do not mention it. If you tell Lockwood I'll never hear the end of it." He hissed out. "Just enjoy the kindness I'm returning to you."

"Yeah, okay." I playfully rolled my eyes.

#lockwood and co #george karim #george karim x reader #save lockwood and co #comfort #george cubbins #ali hadji heshmati #new things are coming guys #I'm trying to get into a good writing habit

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cowgurrrl · 1 year

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Everyone I’ve Never Met

Pairing: Ellie Williams x platonic fem!reader

Summary: “You can put your strength down. I’m sitting here with you at your kitchen table. You don’t need to say anything.” - Eden Robinson, Writing Prompts for the Broken-hearted aka you tell Ellie the truth [2k]

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, angsty angst angst, tumultuous parent/child relationship, references to what happened in Salt Lake City, talks about Anna, grief

She looks shocked when she opens the door to find you there. You smile and glance inside her little house, doing your best to keep the peace.

"Can I come in?" You ask. She doesn't nod or say anything. She just turns on her heels and leaves the door open for you. You walk as though you're entering hollowed ground, gentle and quiet, so you don't disturb anything in her home. It's clean enough to support life, although you wish she would let you take her laundry from the corner it's piling up in. She stands awkwardly in the middle of the kitchen, and you smile at her again, hoping for a glimpse of that innocent girl you saw so much of five years ago. "How's Dina?"

"Why are you asking about her?" She clamps up.

"Just curious," You try to soothe her, but her shoulders are still by her ears. You take a deep breath and hold the thick file in your hands. "I know you're mad, but I've been working on something for a while and wanted you to have it." You say, placing it on the table next to her.

"What is it?"

"There were some people who owed me favors back in Boston. They were able to get me some information about your mother," you say. She looks confused but opens the folder anyway. "It was a shot in the dark. I didn't know how much they'd be able to find, but-"

"How were they even able to get all this stuff?" She asks as she sifts through the stack of papers. There's more than you thought there would be. Letters from patients that Anna helped, scraps of newspaper with her handwriting on them, a half-finished silly lullaby called Ellie's Belly. You wanted to cry when you read it. Few obstetricians practiced after Outbreak Day; even if they did, they needed the equipment to do sonograms. The likelihood that Anna knew she was having a girl before she gave birth was slim to none, but she still wrote this for her Ellie. Your heart hurts when you think about how much she loved the daughter she never got to raise.

"Anna Williams had a lot of people who loved her. When she died, people were devastated. Made them cling to what they had left a little tighter. What did you know about her before this?"

"I knew she was a nurse and was friends with Marlene, but that was pretty much it. I have her knife and a letter she wrote me," she trails off as she picks up a faded Polaroid. She shows it to you hesitantly, like she's afraid you'll rip it up. "Is this her?"

"It was in with Marlene's stuff. I don't know if this was before the Outbreak or after," you glance between her and the smiling redhead, forever frozen in time. She looks kind with big green eyes and a big, toothy smile. She can't be more than twenty-two in the picture, and you wonder how far away she was from getting pregnant. "You look just like her." For half a second, Ellie grins. Her fingers trace the outline of her mother's features. You wish she were here. You wonder if you two would've gotten along, but it seems hard to imagine that you wouldn't if she's the woman who brought Ellie into the world.

"Did you… were you able to find anything about my father?"

"Nothing concrete. Some people said he was a FEDRA officer. Others said he was a smuggler passing through. She never said anything to anyone about who he might be," You watch her shoulders slump a little, and your fingers twitch to squeeze her. You don't. "I'm sorry." You say instead. She shakes her head and shrugs.

"It's fine." She says. It doesn't feel fine, but you nod anyway. You take a few steps toward her front door, suddenly feeling like you're intruding.

"I can leave you with all this. I know it's a lot to take in."

"Wait," she stops you, looking up from the tiny ghosts of her mother, and the air seems to get trapped in your lungs. This is the most she's looked at you since she found out. "How is he?"

"He's okay. He misses you. We both miss you."

"I miss you, too. This whole thing... it doesn't just have to do with you two. There's more that I'm trying to figure out."

"I get it. If you have any questions, I'll do my best to give you answers."

"Thanks," she walks over to her cabinet and pulls down a big bottle of whiskey. You both sit at the table as she pours two healthy drinks. Joel probably wouldn't approve of you two drinking before patrol tomorrow, but you don't care. The silence is less uncomfortable now and feels the most normal in months. She sloshes the drink in her glass, a pensive look taking over her features, and you lean back in your chair to watch her.

"I can hear you thinking." You say. She puffs air out of her nose in a quiet laugh and looks at you.

"Am I that obvious?"

"No, I just know you," it spills out of your mouth, and she chews the inside of her lip. "What's goin' on up there, kiddo?"

"Tell me what really happened that day." She says. You take a big sip of whiskey as you remember waking up in the Firefly hospital. A lot of it is still blurry, and you're not sure if things will ever get clearer. You don't know if your brain is protecting you from the horrors of that day or if you genuinely blacked out. What you can remember is bloody and riddled with shell casings, broken glass, and bodies. So many bodies.

"You're not gonna like it."

"That's not what I asked."

"Marlene and some Fireflies were in the room with us when we woke up after the smoke bomb went off. We wanted to see you, but she told us you were going into surgery and explained that they would crack your skull and pull the Cordyceps out of your brain to get what they needed for the cure. Just like that," you shake your head. You didn't realize how angry you still were at Marlene for deceiving all of you, for making you think she had a future when she never intended to let Ellie walk out of the hospital. "Something snapped in both of us. They pointed guns in our faces and were told to escort us out of the hospital and to the highway, but the Firefly soldiers walked us right past our stuff. They never had any intention of letting us live, so we did the only thing we knew how to do."

"Kill?"

"Survive," you correct, remembering the blind rage that overtook the both of you that day. "One of the guys grabbed me, and that was all Joel needed. I don't remember much else, but I know we made it out with you. I know we did horrible things and killed people because nobody mattered to us as much as you did. As much as you still do."

"Why did you choose me? You could've helped save the world. They would've hailed you and Joel as heroes, but now you're just here."

"During that first year, you became our world. You made us laugh and worry and love for the first time in years. It became an unspoken agreement that you were more important than us, that if it came down to saving you or either of us, we would always pick you," you say. "So that's what we did. We picked you. We saved our world. Fuck everyone else."

"So many people have died because there isn't a vaccine. Riley, Tess, Sam," she takes a breath as she looks at that polaroid again. "My mother."

"And making one wasn't going to bring them back."

"So, you don't regret it?"

"I regret lying to you and how it's affected us, but I don't regret saving you."

"My life would've had meaning. You fucking took that from me."

"There was never any proof that the cure was going to work. They were experimenting. That's all they were ever going to do. Once we realized that, there wasn't a chance in hell that we were going to let them do that to you," you say. "If you were going to die in that hospital, we were going to die right alongside you."

"Maybe that would've been better." Hardened eyes bore into yours as she says it. She's unflinching, precise, and hits you right where it hurts. You’ve seen the same tactic in how she kills, in how you and Joel kill. The similarity makes you want to throw up.

"Maybe," you nod. "But, I would do it all over again, even knowing what I know now." Ellie shakes her head and takes a big sip of her drink. The silence that fills the space between you is unbearable. You want her to scream, to yell, to throw a tantrum. You want her to unleash all her anger so you can love her anyways. You want her to see that even as she yells and hates you, you'll still stand there and say, "I can take it. I'm not afraid of you because I know you and I love you.”

You don't know that you can ever forgive Marlene for putting so much weight on fourteen-year-old shoulders. Ellie was a kid. A kid with immense guilt who felt like the only way her life could have meaning was if she died because everyone she has ever loved had died. Even if you had the chance to go back and ask Ellie's opinion, you still think you would've done what you did. A teenager in that headspace is not the right person to make decisions about their mortality. But just because she's alive and has a new life doesn't mean the weight Marlene gave her is gone. If anything, it's gotten heavier, and she's gotten quieter.

She rubs her eyes and bounces her knee under the table, a habit she picked up from you. She's exhausted and looks like she could start crying at any second. "I trusted you." She mumbles, sounding so much like the Ellie you met all those years ago. Your throat feels raw as you stare at her.

"I know," you say. Your voice is soft but not quite apologetic. "Ellie-"

"You were right. It's getting late, and we both have patrol in the morning, so you should go." She says, standing from her chair to put her empty glass in the sink. With her back to you, you look up at the ceiling to force the tears back into your eyes. You clear your throat and stand, but she doesn't turn.

"Try to get some sleep," You say in place of "I love you," and she hums from the sink. Anna's smiling face watches you leave her Ellie's house and walk back out into the freezing night, feeling emptier than when you showed up. You glance through her window and find her still standing at the sink, clutching her stomach as her chest moves quickly. It looks like she’s having a panic attack. You want to go back in to soothe her, to hug her and tell her everything will be okay, before you remember that you probably caused the attack. You feel like you just got punched in the stomach as you go against your better judgement and start walking home.

You wonder if this is how it’s going to be for the rest of your lives— watching her life unfold behind glass, unable to do or say anything to make her feel better. At least, she’s alive, you try to remind yourself, but is it really living if she’s not sleeping, eating, or letting herself feel anything? Is it a life if she’s mourning every time she should’ve died but didn’t? Is it a life if you’re watching her slowly kill herself from behind glass, your desperate screaming falling upon deaf ears?

Or did the most important part of all three of you die in that hospital and you’re walking corpses? Does digging into a wound to find and name the bullet make the pain any better?

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(June stop getting philosophical at the end of every fic challenge)

#ellie williams #joel and ellie #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #anna williams #the last of us #joel miller #joel miller fic #joel miller x reader #the last of us x reader #platonic Ellie Williams #i wrote this for me but you can read it too i guess

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thiswindyplace · 7 months

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You can put your strength down. I'm sitting here with you at your kitchen table. You don't need to say anything.

Eden Robinson

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letsbeapoemtogether · 7 months

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You can put your strength down. I'm sitting here with you at your kitchen table. You don't need to say anything.

(Excerpted from Eden Robinson's writing prompts for the broken-hearted, in Brick literary journal)

#writersofinstagram #poetry #writing #eden robinson #writersociety #quotes #poems #aesthetic #poemsbyme #poemsociety #love #love quotes for him #kitchen

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god-of-this-new-blog · 9 months

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“You can put your strength down. I'm sitting here with you at your kitchen table.” — Eden Robinson

Everyone thank @ben-man for the inspiration

#GOODMORNING #lets all be SAD about baby Light #he makes me so so sad #I actually teared up doing this drawing even tho it’s literally just a doodle #Light was a chubby adorable baby #he was a sweetie and emotional and smiled so big in pictures until about middle school #death note #light yagami #my art #death note fanart #deathnote

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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 10 months

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For the ship + kiss prompt, can I please request #4 with Bob x reader? 💕 Thanks!

Hi Vee!

Here is kiss #4 ... where it hurts with Bob and Reader! This ended up being a little more fun than serious! I hope you love it!

It also took me forever to write it, and I'm so sorry for that!

A Kiss Where It Hurts

It’s just half past six when you wake up to the sound of crying. The bed’s cold next to you as you put on your glasses and blink sleep out of your eyes. You pad carefully down the stairs and lean against the kitchen door frame.

Your once clean kitchen looks like a warzone. There is what looks to be flour and sugar everywhere. Standing in the center of it all is your husband and crying toddler.

"My fingew huwts, Daddy." Your baby boy sobs.

"I know, buddy. But your Mama isn't awake yet. I can kiss it to make it better though." You can't hide your smile at Bob trying to reason with a 2 year old.

"No! Mommy only! Her kisses are magic, Daddy!"

Bob raises his eyes to the heavens, like he's praying for strength but as he does so, his eyes meet yours.

"Buddy, look over there! Who is that?" Bob points right at you, and your little boy is off like a shot, running right into your waiting arms.

"Morning, baby!" Your voice is soft as you cuddle your baby close and brush the tears off of his chubby little cheeks.

"Why are you crying, Jamie?" You listen as his piping, stuffed little voice tells you about how he jammed his finger in one of the cabinets.

"Oh, no!" Your voice is solemn as you take the chubby little hand in yours and kiss the proffered index finger. "Mwah! Mwah! Mwah! With these three magic kisses, this booboo will heal in no time!"

When Jamie's tears are dry and he snuggles even more securely into your embrace, you stand up, adjusting him so he's on your hip.

"Morning, Bobby." You smile as your husband tugs you close.

"Morning, beautiful. Say, do you think I'd get a kiss too if I told you my lips have a booboo?"

You shake your head fondly before tugging him in by the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

"Ahh. Well, yes. I do see the booboo now." You wrap your arm around his neck and kiss your husband, soft and sweet and gentle. The both of you are smiling the entire way, the kiss turning into soft presses of lips more than an actual kiss. When you pull away, the two of you stand in each other's arms for a little while longer.

"You take Jamie, sweetheart. Let me clean up this mess and make pancakes for breakfast." Bob pecks your lips again as you sit at the kitchen table.

"Hey Bobby?" Your voice is soft, barely audible in the quiet morning air.

"Yeah?" He sounds amused.

"I'll kiss your booboos any time." His laughter makes your heart feel warm and light.

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#star writes #top gun fanfic #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick fanfic #top gun maverick fanfiction #kiss writing game #robert bob floyd x reader #bob x reader #robert floyd x reader

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darksprit06 · 2 months

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Chad and Ethan had been dating for over 8 months now, They have done everything you can think is possible but always thought they were missing something, that was till they meant you. Something about you had both boys on their knees for you, your y/hc and y/ec had them captured by you from the start. You were the brother of Sam and Tara Carpenter, making you the middle kid. You were kind and funny but you also could get angry fast if anyone said something about your sisters, you protected them with your life. That was something else that drew the boys to you, they knew you were gay and open to everyone but they didn’t know if you were single. They would always catch Collin Ryder (receiver on the football team) talking to you or even sometimes openly flirting with you, and you would turn that nasty shade of red. They thought you were blushing but you were embarrassed by the things Collin would say but the two boys didn’t know that.

You had just gotten back from work, dropping your bag on the ground by the door and taking your shoes off there as well. You saw Tara in the kitchen making dinner, you walked up to her and placed a kiss on her head before heading to the table and sitting down “Where is everyone?” You asked her “ Sam is out with Danny, Chad and Ethan are in their dooms, Mindy is out with Ankia and I’m getting ready for a date.” You raised an eyebrow at her “ A date? With whom?” You notice a blush start to form on her face which causes you to smirk “ It’s with this girl I met at a party…her name is Sydney” You smiled at her “ Well I'm happy for you, she better treat you right tho or she is going have to deal with me and Sam” Tara let out laugh “ Your skinny ass fighting? You have no upper arm strength anyways” Tara teased you “ Okay listen here short-stack” You joke back to her, she let out a gasp through a hand on her heart “ Oh you wound me Y/N” She smiled at you “ But thanks for the warning, But I better get going. Chad and Ethan were asking for you earlier but I told them you were at work. Might want to go see what they want” You gave her a questioning look “ Okay…I'll talk to you later. You better tell me everything when you get back though” “ I will, if you are hungry there's a dinner plate in the fridge for you” “Okay thank you” Tara nodded at you before grabbing her bag and keys, walking out the door.

You decided to go check what the boys needed, you walked to the door and put on your shoes, walking out the door. You got in your car and drove over to the doom the boys lived at, once you arrived to lock the car and headed towards the doom rooms. Once he found the one he wanted he knocked on the door, he waited at the door for a while before a panting Chad unlocked the door. Your eyes widen seeing him shirtless, only in boxers and sweating. Chad smiled when he saw you “ Y/N hey, I didn’t think you would be here this soon, to be honest” At the sound of hearing your name, Ethan pulled his boxers up and walked towards the door. Your eyes widened, even more, seeing Ethan in the same state as Chad “-” You couldn’t speak, your two crushes were standing in front of you shirtless, covered in sweat only in their boxers.

You could feel a tightness forming in your jeans that started to hurt as the tightness got…well tighter, you looked at the two boys seeing them smirking at you “ Come in Y/N, we don’t want you just standing in the hallway like an idiot” Before you could respond Ethan dragged you in and closed the door behind you, you turned to look at Chad only to seem him rubbing himself through his boxers. You kept staring but you felt a hand lifting your chin, you made eye contact with Chad “ My eyes are up to him darling” You kept eye contact with him while Chad ran his thumb against your bottom lip “ Is this okay?” Chad asked and you just nodded yes, Chad smoked before sticking his thumb through your lips “ Suck” You moved your tongue around Chad’s thumb, and you moved your head down it before bringing your head back up.

You kept eye contact with Chad the whole time, you watched as his eyes got darker before looking towards Ethan seeing he was rubbing himself through his boxers as well. Ethan noticed “ On the bed, strip down to your boxers. Don’t go any further than that or there will be punishments” Ethan told you in a raspy voice that caused a shiver to go down your back, you walked to the bed, taking your shirt off as you did. You sat on the bed taking your shoes off before putting your hands on your belt but before you could undo it, Chad stopped you “ Let me” he grabbed a hold of your belt, slowly undoing it keeping eye contact with you. Ethan started to take off his boxers as he slowly walked over to you standing behind Chad, He wrapped his arms around Chad's waist watching as Chad undone your belt and pulled it out of the loops. Ethan undid his arms before getting on his knees and pulling your jeans and boxers down, helping you step out of it standing back up throwing the clothes somewhere in the room.

Now get on the bed, on your hands and knees” Chad instructed you “ Yes sir” You got on the bed, sitting on your knees before dropping to your hands as well “ Doesn’t here look pretty like this?” Ethan questioned Chad, grabbing onto your hair to lift your head “ He sure does Eth, how about we mess up that pretty face of his? Do you want that Y/N? Do you want us to fuck you silly?” “ Yes, yes I do” “ Good boy” Ethan cooed at you. “ Eth, get behind him. Grab the lube, have you ever been stretched out before?” You shook your head no “Throat fucked?” You once again shook your head no “ Eth, we have a fresh one, he hasn’t been touched before haven’t you?” “N-no Daddy” Ethan and Chad lit up at the name, Ethan reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the bottle while Chad took his boxers off and started rubbing himself waiting for Ethan to say you were good.

Ethan stretched you as far as he was able to before deciding it was good “ He is good to go Chad” Chad nodded his head moving up to your face, he rubbed his hand along your face “ Are you sure you want to do this? We can stop now and just cuddle and watch movies.” You smiled at the softness in Chad's voice but it was hard to answer when Ethan was rubbing his cock against your ass and Chad rubbing himself “ I'm sure” Chad nodded his head before giving Ethan a look, Ethan nodded back at him before slowly sliding in.

You tensed up at the feeling but relaxed when you felt Ethan rub his hand along your back “ If you tense up I can’t push in anymore, relax for me and be a good boy” You whimpered at the pet name, you looked up at Chad and saw that his once brown bright eyes were now a dark brown covered with lust. He waits for Ethan to start thrusting into you before moving his cock into your mouth, the boys started to move at the same time. The feeling you were feeling was something you never felt you would feel at any time in your life, it was just too good to be true. The sounds of groaning got your attention, Ethan was groaning behind you, Chad was biting his lip and you were gagging around his length.

“ C-chad I’m almost there. Oh god” “ Same Eth, ah fuck” You were whimpering and gagging at the same time, and your mouth was coved in spit “ C-chad I’m ready” “ Same” Before you could get yourself ready Chad was coming down your throat and Ethan came inside. The boys watched as you swallowed Chad's cum without an issue, Ethan slowly pulled out of you before flopping on his back panting. You collapse into Chad’s arms which causes him to lift you on his waist, the feeling of Chad’s hard length had you wanting more but you were still sore from Ethan. Chad notices “ Not right, not pretty boy, you need to rest. When you wake up we can go again” You nodded your head, laying it on Chad’s shoulder as he walked you to the middle part of the bed. You were in between Ethan and Chad, Your body was facing Ethan, Chad was hugging you behind and Ethan was hugging you from the front.

“ You were such a good boy today, get some sleep” With that you feel a sleep with a smile on your face as you feel the two boys press a kiss onto your head.

#male reader #chad meeks martin #scream 6 #ethan landry #lgbtq #ethan smut

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sunny-reis · 9 months

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OMG HI I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE AKITO!! may i request akito x reader cuddling after a long, rough day? if thats cool. oneshot if you do :) have a good one 🤞

oneshot - tired cuddles with akito

you're the coffee that i need in the morning; you're my sunshine in the rain when it's pouring

an: OUUYDHDHHDFH TYSM !! 🫶🫶 tbh i thought the other akito oneshot would end up being garbage bc i'm not as familiar with him or vivid bad squad (*'-'*) tbh i've been feeling touch starved lately so im gonna focus more on the affection here lolz (worry not it'll be a balance of fluff and mild angst)

tags: gender neutral reader, just a tidbit of angst (having a shitty day), intimacy

there's no way today could possibly get any worse.

at least, you hope so. sometimes you hit rock bottom and think it can only go uphill from there, but life comes back with a pickaxe, ready to dig until you're truly at your worst.

like today. you think you must've woken up on the wrong side, since absolutely nothing went right – you spilled cereal on your kamiyama high school uniform in a hurry, almost missed the bus, nearly fell asleep (and got yelled at for it) in math class, noticed your backpack was ripping just a second too late, and came home at the wrong moment, when the sprinklers were on, and ended walking inside completely soaked. needless to say, you’ve had a miserable day.

the thick piles and piles of homework to do don't help, either. as you lay in bed, mindlessly scrolling through pinterest, the deep pit in your stomach envelopes you in guilt. even though you've been trying to get up and start doing whatever you can get your hands on, maybe pre-calculus worksheets or an analysis of “the most dangerous game,” you find you simply can't, being too drained to do anything but lament in your head. mentally and physically, you barely have the strength to make it through the rest of the day.

hours go by, the bright afternoon sky becoming a beautiful purple-pink sunset around dusk, and you still haven't moved from your bed. your parents came in a handful of times to try and get you to let it out, but to no avail – you don’t foresee yourself getting up any time soon. it's only when your stomach rumbles that you sit up and pad downstairs to grab a snack from the kitchen.

pouring out a handful of cheerios into a bowl, you zone out, staring out the window overlooking the backyard. although you feel slightly better after a session of moping and lying in bed for hours on end, time goes by viscously; you find you’re still not out of the mental slump, and everything feels too overwhelming. the hair on your arms is too prickly, your sweatshirt too warm, and you have the sudden urge to claw at your skin. sighing, you trudge back upstairs and quietly shut the door, sitting down at your desk. after putting your phone on silent, you browse soap2day for a random movie to drown everything out with (and hopefully forget about the rest of the day).

after finish watching howl’s moving castle for the nth time, you sit up in your chair, stretching and yawning. although you still somehow feel like garbage, imagining yourself as a character sure felt relieving (and fed your escapism, but that’s a worry for another day). shutting your laptop down, you crawl into bed to try and sleep; the analog clock on your night stand reads 11:37. placing your phone on the table, you pull the covers over yourself in attempt to drift off.

unfortunately, your attempts were only fruitful for forty-five minutes at most. you awake to an abrupt thud on your window. brows furrowed, you shrug off the covers to see just what’s going on; opening the window, you’re met with the unexpected presence of an abashed akito crouched on the roof.

“akito? what the hell are you doing here, and at this hour?” you ask, eyes wide.

“can you let me in first? it’s cold and windy and i think i might fall.” facepalming, you help him crawl through the window, shivering at the suddend draft and closing it.

“so, care to answer my question?” you pick at him, flopping down on the bed and rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“i should be asking you that, honestly,” he shrugs, “i tried texting and calling you but i didn’t get anything back, so here i am.”

“oh…” you laugh sheepishly, “sorry about that, i had a shitty day and couldn’t stand having my phone go off.”

“aw, what happened?” akito asks, joining you in bed. you glance at the door, checking to see if it’s locked. although your parents are more than welcoming of akito, seeing him with you alone would be a bit of an unpleasant shock. leaning on his shoulder and pulling the blanket over the two of you, you recount your eventful day to him as he fiddles with a lock of your hair.

“and i didn’t even get to have lunch in between all that.” you add, whining. although you now find the events just a little funny, you still cringe in embarrassment when thinking about being yelled at by a teacher in public.

“i’m sorry all that happened,” says akito, pulling you closer to him, “but you know you can talk to me about it if you want to, right?”

“yeah,” you pout.

“well, are you feeling any better than before? if not, i know just what to do.”

“i think so? i watched howl’s moving castle and it made me feel a little better.”

“i think christian bale tends to have that effect on people.”

“for sure!” you not, “but yeah, i feel…icky, i guess.”

“maybe you should take a shower, sometimes that helps,” he offers, “but you should probably do that in the morning, you’ll get sick if you shower now.” you roll your eyes.

“really? that’s such a mom thing to say.”

“hey, don’t come to me if you shower and get a cold!”

“nah, i’m too tired to shower right now. since, y’know, i was in the middle of sleeping until someone woke me up.” akito laughs sheepishly.

“is it really my fault if you made me worried sick? i mean, i was just fulfilling my role as the caring boyfriend, don’t you think?”

“sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” you laugh, laying down on his lap.

the two of you spend a while chatting in bed until god-knows-what time, when you’re rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. akito makes a show out of tucking you in, giving you a quick peck before climbing back out the window. you melt away into a dreamy sleep, feeling warm and fuzzy at the thought of akito’s warm embrace.

#akito shinonome #pjsk #project sekai #akito imagines #akito x reader #akito oneshots #pjsk x reader #pjsk imagines #pjsk oneshots #gn reader #gender-neutral reader

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vox-ex · 6 months

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between the lines

that's all done for supercorptober 2023!

you can find them here on Ao3 too if you would like :)

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day 1 - wild

"You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves." - Mary Oliver

day 2 - romance

"we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory." - Virgina Woolf

day 3 - Kara

"The shortest poem is a name.” —Anne Michaels

day 4 - money

"Every moment happens twice." ― Zadie Smith

day 5 - maroon

"nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red." -Kait Rokowski

day 6 - write

“Let us turn over the pages, and I will add, for your amusement, a comment in the margin.” - Virginia Woolf

day 7 - love

"I love you so much I’ll never be able to tell you" - Dylan Thomas

days 8 and 9 - vigilante + breakfast

"You can put your strength down. I’m sitting here with you at your kitchen table. You don’t need to say anything." - Eden Robinson

days 10+11 - twilight + earth

“I had forgotten how much light there is in the world, till you gave it back to me.” - Ursula K. Le Guin

day 12 - desk

“People are a lot more knowable than they think they are.” ― Sally Rooney

days 13 + 14 - spice + midnight

“you owe me sleep, so much sleep.” c.c. aurel

day 15 - game

“There is no sun without shadow, and it is essential to know the night.” ― Albert Camus

days 16 - heist

I′ve waited ‘til the moment’s right To look into those starry eyes And say the words That I′m thinking all the time - The Hunts, I Do

day 17 - music

Shut up behind my rib cage, my warm heart expands and contracts independent of my will–over and over.” - Murakami

days 18 + 19 - Lena + hazy

“The shortest poem is a name.” — Anne Michaels

days 20 + 21 - control + lavender

“…and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.” ― Richard Sikenh sleep.”

day 22 - art

“what does it all come down to? love? Love” ee cummings

days 23 + 24 - morning + enchanted

"you are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out." - Kafka

day 25 - cottage

I don’t want to lose a single thread from the intricate brocade of this happiness

-Mary Oliver

day 26 + 27 - cardigan+dinner

“We're each of us alone, to be sure. What can you do but hold your hand out in the dark?” - Ursula K. Le Guin

days 28 + 29 - season + stars

“Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star." ― Haruki Murakami

days 30 + 31 - magic + spookycorp

“Time expands, then contracts, all in tune with the stirrings of the heart.” ― Haruki Murakami

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You all are the best...thank you so much for following along... and thank you to all the creators this month please continue to check out their work...I know I have a lot catch up on too.

also also thank you to @kmsdraws for the prompts!

#supergirl #supercorp #supercorptober #supercoptober2023 #did I cheat a little by combining some days...maybe #but I may try to make up for my taking some prompt requests in Nov and Dec so stay tuned ahah

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asoftepiloguemylove · 1 year

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I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

Eden Robinson Writing Prompts for the Broken-hearted / Jesse Burton The Miniaturist / Ron Hicks Stendhal Syndrome / Trista Mateer / Louise Glück Epithalamium from "Descending Figure" / Ron Hicks Warmth of the Sun / Mitski I Will / unknown / Ron Hicks The Embrace / unknown

i. Eden Robinson Writing Prompts for the Broken-hearted [ "You can put your strength down. I'm sitting here with you at your kitchen table. You don't need to say anything. ]

ii. Jesse Burton The Miniaturist [ You are sunlight though a window, which I stand in, warmed. ]

iii. Ron Hicks Stendhal Syndrome [ A woman lovingly looks down at a man who's laying on her lap. They sit on a sill together. The woman is wearing a white dress and has a red jacket draped over her crossed legs. The man wears a business suit and has one foot over his knee. ]

iv. Trista Mateer [ "In this space right here that we have made for each other, you can say anything and I will not abandon you. Unwrap the worst things you have done. Watch me hold them up to the light and not even flinch." ]

v. Louise Gluck Epithalamium [ "'Here is my hand,' he said. 'Here is my hand that will not harm you.'" ]

vi. Ron Hicks Warmth of the Sun [ A man and a woman lay in a field. The woman wears a white dress. The man has a white shirt and tan pants. The man leans over the woman's stomach, resting his head on his arm. They hold hands over her body. They look at each other lovingly. ]

vii. Mitski I Will [ I will wash your hair at night / And dry it off with care / I will see your body bare / And still I will live here ]

viii. [ A man and a woman sit in a field. They both wear dark clothing. The man's face is not visible. The woman looks over her shoulder towards the audience. ]

ix. Ron Hicks The Embrace [ A man and a woman kiss in front of a balcony. They both wear dark clothing. They cling to each other's bodies. Behind them, two birds press their beaks together. ]

x. [ "it gets better, i think. maybe just for a day. maybe just for a song. but there's something there to hold on to. ]

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moonsporemoth · 4 months

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UnderPollen AU

Soooo I'm finally uploading the UnderPollen AU I'm making. I kinda lost passion for it immediately but decided it wouldn't hurt to post it. I have no skill at coding so it's in a script format with the main cast as doodles I made underneath it. This is just the first chapter, however. Welp, enjoy!

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*You've fallen. Miles and miles of underground had flashed by in a second. You had landed on a lone patch of yellow flowers, the pollen sticking to your hair and face. It burnt! You jumped up, hurriedly wiping the pollen off of you.

*"Oooh, yikes! That stuff hurts, doesn't it?"

*A cheery voice made you look up toward the patch to see a….talking flower?

*"It alllllso stains~," The flower said cheerfully.

*Looking down at your hands, you saw they were now yellow colored, no matter how hard you try to wipe it off.

*"Oh! I forgot to introduce myself! I'm Flowey! Flowey the flower! What's your name?"

*You answer the flower quietly.

*"Frizz? That's such a silly name! You know what else is silly? This!

*The flower attacks you, hitting you with white pellets as he laughs. He says something about easy HP, but you couldn't make it out over the ringing in your ears.

*Suddenly, you saw a white light and it was all over.

*"Oh, you poor thing!" Fuzzy hands picked you up and carried you for a while, a soft humming putting you in a pained sleep.

*Almost as quickly, you were woken up by a pleasant smell of butterscotch and cinnamon.

*You looked around you, seeing a child's room dimly lit by a lamp. You get up and exit the cozy room.

*"My child! You're awake!" You see your savior, a motherly goat woman. She is smiling at you from down the hall, beckoning for you to follow her into the kitchen.

*Once you are sat at the table, she pushes a big plate of pie toward you.

*"Please eat my child! You need to regain your strength before you can journey home!"

*You quickly eat the pie before asking the goat woman her name.

*"Oh, how silly of me! I'm Toriel, the keeper of these ruins! I help children who fall down here, though it's been quite some time since the last one fell.

*You ask if they made it home. Toriel looks stiff.

*"Why of course, my child! It is quite safe here in the ruins."

*Her words don't seem convincing, so you ask if you can go home now. Toriel looks upset.

*"You ar-aren't at full health my child! That horrible flower nearly killed you!"

*She grimaces as she thinks about Flowey. "Not everyone is as nice as I am, child. Some creatures are vile, only caring about power."

*You look over at the staircase leading downstairs. You ask where it leads to.

*Toriel looks over you sadly before suddenly changing the topic.

*"My child, you're yellow! We must wash off that pollen before it-oh never you mind! Come!"

*Toriel leads you to the bathroom before aggressively trying to scrub the yellow from your skin but to no avail.

*"Oh….it's alright child. It doesn't seem to be doing any damage…." Toriel seems to zone off as you look at the now yellow hue of your skin. Maybe landing on those flowers wasn't so lucky after all…

*"Alright my dear, it's time for bed. Let's get you situated, hmm?"

*Toriel leads you back to the bedroom you woke up in and tucks you in before wishing you a good night.

*Once you were certain she was asleep, you crept out of "your" room and tip-toed toward the staircase you had been eyeing earlier. You knew from Toriel's reaction that that must be the way out.

*Quickly, you ran over to the staircase, starting to descend it when you heard a whimper coming from another one of the bedrooms.

*Curiosity got the better of you and you slowly made your way to the room. Opening the door a crack, you nearly screamed.

*Inside was a child around your age. They had their legs and arms cut off and were positioned to sit up in a chair. When they saw you peaking in, they cried out the best they could with their mouth sewn shut.

*Terrified, you turned and made a run for it down the staircase.

*Suddenly you heard footsteps behind you. It was Toriel!

*"My child! Get back here! You can't leave! The pollen is worse outside! It's corrupted people! I'm trying to protect you!"

*The goat caught up to you, grabbing you by the collar.

*She begins dragging you back toward the staircase leading upstairs. You pull and fight.

*"You children don't understand how much I suffer to keep you safe! Even if I have to mutilate you to get you to stay, I will! I'm doing this for your own good!"

*Eventually, after enough pulling and pushing, you get free and run full force into the door, Toriel screaming from behind you as you close it.

*"NO! You brat! You'll die out there! Stay with me! Stay with Mommy! Stay with Tori-"

*Slam!

*Silence…You were finally out…

~End of Chapter One~

Here's the cast btw (I will be making better pictures later):

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not-a-good-writer · 2 years

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Postal 1 Dude × reader | angst/comfort

A/N: Been really into postal for about a month now and I'm so sad to see how little x reader content there is of this guy. While p1 isn't my favorite dude, he's the only one I feel like I'm able to interprete well. Reader's gender, race, etc is left ambiguous. Reader has an established relationship with dude, but it can be read as either platonic or romantic.

CW: mental illness/paranoia, firearms

You slowly opened your eyes and stirred as your brain awoke. You look around the room you were in; a living room, not yours, but familiar. The heavy blinds made it hard to tell what time it was, but there was some light peaking through them. You looked down to see you were laying on an old couch, with a lanky, ginger man wrapped around you like his life depended on it.

The events of the previous night came flooding back to you. You had not heard from Dude in a few days. You knew he could have episodes of extreme paranoia, which could lead to violent outbursts. You were also the only person he really ever talked to, the only person he felt like he could trust, so you were rightfully very concerned.

You decided to go to his house across the street after not being able to sleep due to your worry. Thankfully you knew where he hid his spare key on the porch, and unlocked the door and carefully stepped inside.

You found him in the corner of his bedroom; his knees were brought up to his face, and he held a loaded gun in his arm. He looked incredibly frightened, but upon realizing it was you, he calmed down a little. He let you take the gun from him and you unloaded it and turned the saftey on, setting it in a safe place before sitting beside him.

The moment you joined him on the floor, he practically tackled you and started sobbing. You held him tight, occasionally petting his hair and whispering gentle affirmations to him. After some time, you two moved to the couch. You suggested watching some TV to try to take his mind off things, but he said that you just being here was enough.

So you stayed the whole night just holding him close and, inevitably, you two fell asleep. His face looked so peacful, it seemed like your presence helped drive away any nightmares too. You'd like to stay here until he wakes up too, but your bones ache from sleeping in an uncomfortable position and you really need to stretch.

You carefully untangle yourself from Dude, and have a nice big strength once your free. You figure you might as well make breakfast for the two of you, since you wanted to stay with him longer and Dude's eating habits mostly consisted of fast food. A home cooked breakfast would do both him, and his wallet, some good.

You make you way to the kitchen and open the fridge. Luckily he has bacon and eggs. You get everything together and get to work.

You had just finished cooking the bacon and set some coffee to brew. You were about to start the eggs when you heard a soft "Y/n? Y/n?!" It was laced with drowsiness, but still concerned. You went back into the living room, "I'm here! I'm still here, Dude." Dude was now sitting up, and he let out a relieved sigh when he heard your response.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you like that. I was just making us some breakfast." You sat down next to him.

"Breakfast? You really didn't have to do that."

"I know, but I wanted to."

His face softened and he wrapped his arms around you, "Thank you. Not just for breakfast, for everything. Staying the night, putting up with me..." He hugged you tighter and pressed his face into your shoulder. "Of course, Dude. I care about you, and I'll always be here for you."

You two stayed there for a minute before you pulled back, "Let's go finish up breakfast, ok? I don't know about you, but I'm pretty hungry." Dude smiled and followed you into the kitchen. He helped you prepare the rest of breakfast and you two sat at the table eating and talking. He really seemed to be doing much better, and you were glad for that; but there was still one thing on your mind.

"Hey Dude, how come you didn't answer my calls or texts?" he stilled for a moment, almost looking guilty, "I'm not upset, and you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." You placed your hand on his and squeezed a little. He looked at your joined hands, then to your face, and thought for a moment, before finally speaking:

"Part of it was because I was too out of it to pay attention. The other part was because I didn't want you to see me like that." You listened carefully, keeping your hand on his, "I didn't want to s-scare you. You're the only person that's ever p-put up with me... If I loose you, god, I d-don't know what I'd-"

You gently stopped him by placing a hand on his cheek and turning him to face you, you could see the tears starting to fall from his eyes, "Dude, you're not going to loose me. I'm here for you, forever and always. I wouldn't have stayed with you for this long if I wasn't in it for the long haul." You gently wiped a tear with your thumb, trying to not choke up yourself, "I care about you so, so much. I would never dream of leaving you, especially not because of something you aren't in control of."

You brought him into a hug and couldn't hold back your tears. He followed suit, and you both sat there, holding and wiping away each other's tears.

No matter what happened, you two were gonna get through this. Together.

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