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fairy-hub · 5 months

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𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff comfort fic, reader is stress and crying for reasons you decide, established relationships, holding you close, being sweet on you, they are all so soft wanting to help you feel better or at least less alone while upset, confession, toji is a bit rough but trying his best

Oreo: in case anyone else is also crying and needs to be held. Yeah I'm sticking with Satoru is sugar bear cause he is cuddly like bear and he likes sugar, Toji is Teddy Bear because obviously he is. Matching nicknames for my favorite two

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮

You’re sniffling, looking down and holding yourself tightly when you shuffle out of the hallway. It doesn’t matter. Satoru six eyes could see your tearful eyes, quivering bottom lip and your nails digging into the soft fabric of his sweater.

You’re desperately trying to hold yourself together about to crack into another flood of tears at any second. “Hold me.” Your voice breaking.

Satoru’s chest is tightening, his heart dropping into his stomach. Holding his arms open for you, closing the space in two long strides. He wraps his arms around you when a harsh sob wrecks your fragile body.

He lifts you off your feet prompting you to wrap your legs around his waist. “Cry and take deep breaths sweetheart I’m here for you.” Your tears are soaking through his white shirt.

You lift your head up, studying the tear stains and smear of mascara. “’m sorry ‘m messing up your shirt.”

He gently kisses the side of your head. “Mess it up, or I can take it off. You can lay your head on my bare chest and listen to my heart beating for you.” You sniffle and look up at him, your beautiful eyes are bloodshot.

“Please take it off sugarbear.” Satoru walks past his bed into the bathroom. He turns on the light then grabs a tissue holding it to your nose for you to blow, tossing it in the trash.

Satoru opens your makeup wipes to slip one out. “Anything for you honeybun.” You close your eyes. He’s careful when wiping your eyes and lashes clean, giving you two kisses. Cleaning your cheeks and forehead of foundation you get three more kisses.

He slides the wipe down your nose giving you one more soft, loving kiss. A smile tugs on your lips when he kisses the tip of your nose. “You’re smile is beautiful makes my day brighter, you’re the sunrise that makes my day.” He throws the wipe away and carries you out of the bathroom, flicking the light off behind him.

Your eyes widen, “I love you!” You bury your face in his neck and squeeze him tighter like he might vanish.

Satoru’s heart skips a beat. “Look at me sweetheart.” He smiles when you lift your head. “I’m deeply in love with you too.”

𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

Toji crouches next to the bed, pulling back the covers. Your tears are trickling sideways, soaking into the pillow. “Cuddle me, please Toji I need to be held.” He frowns and you look away, tugging the covers back over your head.

Toji finds crying irritating, taught to suck it up he grew up expecting that of others. But seeing you recoil from him dissolves any anger. You deserve to feel your emotions, to cry, and to have him hold you.

He will have to learn how to comfort you and become the man you deserve.

Toji stands up to slip his sweater off. He grabs the blanket slowly pulling it off of you. “Ya wearing my sweater 'cause it reminded ya of me right? This smells like me, I took a shower at a shitty motel before coming home, wanted to smell good fer ya.” You sit up and slip his sweater off, tossing it onto the floor.

He bunches up the sweater and you rise your arms up for Toji to slip his sweater into you. “We can cuddle, I'll be ya like one of ya Teddy bears.” You scoot over giving Toji room to slip into bed. He flips over your pillow, hiding the side soaked with tears.

There is a small smile tugging on your lips. "Teddybear is a good nickname for you." He rolls his eyes climbing into bed, you sit to the side letting him get comfortable. Toji's large body takes up most of the bed.

He's sitting up, pouting, mulling over your new nickname. A darkening blush spreads across his cheeks. You climb onto his lap, "You're big and strong like a bear, and you're going all soft on me. Cuddling you is like cuddling up to those oversized teddy bears you see around valentine's day." He sighs, glancing down at you to see that soft smile spreading.

"I'll let you get away with it 'cause ya cute." He leans down kissing your forehead, wrapping his arm around you.

𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮

"Meh!" It's a short squeaky chirp of a meow behind your head. A rumbling purr follows as a soft warm fuzzy kitten walks onto your head. Gently pressing its soft beans into your face, their purr gets louder as they delightfully use your cheek to make biscuits.

Another cat comes clawing up the side of the bed. "Meeeehhh." A fluffy brown cat with bright blue eyes announces themself with a loud, chirpy scream "You were upset so I canceled with Toru wanted to surprise you. I saw these two on the side of the road n' couldn't leave them." He sits down on the bed next to you.

He grabs the proudly purring kitten off of your face for you to sit up. "They-they are sooo cuteee. Are we keeping them?" There is shining hope replacing the dull sadness tainting your beautiful eyes.

Suguru's heart aches to see your wet cheeks with tears and bloodshot eyes. "They are our babies now, no one is taking them from us. We can hide them for two weeks until we move into our new place together." He gently sets the small fluffy orange cat on your lap next to the chocolate one. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, holding you close.

The orange one tackles the other, lightly biting their ear. The chocolate kitten gets on its back and delivers bunny blows to the orange one's gut. Which pushes the smaller kitten off.

In surrender the fluffy orange kitten rolls over to show their soft white belly. Pushing their fluffy paws into the air. You sniffle and get on Suguru's lap, he spreads his legs for you to sit between.

"I still need to be held." Suguru carefully wipes your face dry with the baggy sleeves of his sweater.

"Won't let you go till you feel better. I'm sorry you're feeling this way darling. We can get through it together. I'm always here for you whenever you need me." He kisses the top and side of your head, trailing several more kisses down your cheek.

His kiss is tender, loving, and salty from your tears. "When you get hungry," kissing your cheek, "we can grab a bite to eat then become some criminals together by sneaking in stuff for our new babies"

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Part two; Kento, Sukuna, Choso & Shoko

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muzansfangs · 1 year

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I would do it again.

Starring: Kokushibo x f!reader; Yoriichi x f!reader (mentioned)

Warnings: nsfw, modern au, cheating, slight angst, pregnacy, breeding kink, unprotected sex, possessive behavior, alcohol, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex (Kokushibo receiving) morally grey reader, dom!kokushibo, sub!reader, revenge, implied reference to inferiority complex.

Plot: you were married to Yoriichi. You loved him, you really did, but your relationship grew colder as he had to spend months away from you for work. No calls, no texts, no chances to meet up somewhere. You were on your lowest when his brother, Kokushibo, showed up at your place. He told you he was going to stay for a while and that you would have not even noticed his presence around. However, loneliness and the twisted desire of taking a bite from the forbidden fruit brought you two together. Your secret, sinful affaire did not stop when Yoriichi returned. You got pregnant and you knew who the father was. Kokushibo left then, not forgetting about you and the child his brother would have claimed as his. He had taken his little satisfaction over him, he had you and your heart, no matter what.

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Three months. You had no idea of where he was. You knew right from the start it would have been hard, but you did not expect to spend your whole life without him. He did not call you even once a week. Nor texts, neither letters, nothing. Whenever he had to leave, it felt like you had never even married him. He always said it was necessary, claiming he did it because he wanted to keep you safe. At what cost, though? If it was not a bullet through your head, it was his absence killing you instead.

You missed him. You still loved him and, apparently, he did too. It was absurd how he could act as a loving husband around you and then turn into a cold-hearted man you barely recognized, as soon as drove off to the airport.

“Fuck it…” you muttered, downing the third shot of vodka you had poured yourself to forget about the broken heart in your chest. You could not do this anymore, you knew it. Your house was too big for you to live in it alone. You clutched the fabric of one of shirt in your hands, sinking your nose into it in search for any trace of his existence. The creased item still smelled strongly of his favorite perfume.

It was not healthy.

You sobbed, curling yourself up in a ball on the couch and cursed yourself for having fallen in love with him at college. How could you not love him, though? He was the most handsome, brilliant, shy and kind person you had ever met in your life. Your hearts matched. He was the missing piece you had been searching for since you were born. Where was he now, then?

To snap you out of your stream of consciousness was someone knocking on the front door. Could it have been Yoriichi? You scoffed, wiping away your tears with the hem of your sweater as you reminded yourself that he would have never knocked. He had the keys, he always unlocked the door himself.

You still had to wait to see his face again.

You hopped down from the couch, your bare feet touching the cold floor as you sneakily made your way to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, just in case you had to defend yourself. What if Yoriichi was right? What if it was someone who wanted to hurt you, to hurt him? What if they had found you? You heart thrummed in your chest as you approached the front door, your grip on the hilt of the knife tightening.

“Y/N, are you home? It’s me… Kokushibo” the deep, hoarse voice of your husband’s twin pierced your ears.

Michikatsu. It had been two years since you last saw him. Just like your husband, he lived a life of danger, anonymity. Maybe it was even worse than Yoriichi’s one. He had to change his name for it. What did he want from you now, in the middle of the night?

You unlocked the door, dropping your hand still holding the weapon down your side and your droopy, puffy eyes met his maroon ones. There he was, Koksuhibo, the stolid Tsugikuni twin, the opposite of your husband. He stood on the porch, a luggage at his feet and a black raincoat embracing his slender, yet muscular frame perfectly. He held no sympathy in his eyes as he stared back at you. His eyes scanned your face attentively, then travelled down your body and you frowned at the way he averted his eyes from you.

You were about to ask him what was wrong, when the cold winter breeze made you realize how inappropriate your attire was. Your legs were completely exposed to the icy air, to his gaze. The blue, oversized sweater you were wearing only reached the middle of your thighs and your cheeks flushed up as you stepped behind the door and gestured for him to enter.

“Hi” you feebly said, as he picked up his heavy luggage and crossed the threshold.

“Did I wake you up?” he asked, taking a look around the silent, dark living room. It was oddly tidy. It looked almost if no one lived in here. Except for the coffee table in front of the couch. Photographs, empty bottles of liquors and an half-eaten meal laid on it.

You sniffed, closing the door behind you and weakly shook your head “No, I could not sleep – you whispered, eyes downcast not to meet his gaze – What brings you here?” you asked him, walking over to the counter and throwing the knife into the sink.

“I need a place to stay for a while. Don’t worry, you are going to forget I am even here – he stated, taking his black leather gloves off – Where’s he?”.

He. Right, how could you forget the rivalry between them? It was one-sided, yet evident. You had tried to ask your husband about it, but all he said was that Kokushibo had a serious inferiority complex. It was not much of an answer and you were sure there was more about it that Yoriichi did not feel like talking about, or share. Not even with you.

“He’s left three months ago. I haven’t heard from him since then” you quipped, walking past him to slump back into your couch. However, your unexpected visitor had other plans for you.

You felt his hand wrap around your wrist in a iron-grip and you were forced to halt. You could feel his intense gaze boring holes on the back of your head and gulped down, waiting for him to speak again and allow you to slip back into your catatonic loop of saddness, fear and loneliness. A self-destructing coping mechanism, indeed.

“How’re you, Y/N?” he inquired, making your breath hitch into your throat.

“I’m fine”.

“My brother might be blind, but I am not. What the fuck are you doing?” he asked again, swinging you around roughly. You hissed, wriggling your arm in his grip as your eyes met his ones for a split second. He seemed genuinely concerned about you.

How did he notice it in five minutes? How could he see your pain, when your husband did not?

“I’m going on, let me go” you blurted out, opting for keeping the eye-contact with him. Fighting was pointless. He was shamelessly strong and stubborn. There was no way in the world he would have let you go. Not until you had dignified him with a proper answer, at least.

“Drinking and crying yourself to sleep is not the answer. You are hurting yourself” he sternly replied, tugging you closer to him until you almost bumped against his broaded chest.

His cologne, God, his strong cologne pierced your nostrils in the same alluring way your husband’s one did in the past. That was another reminder for you of how distant you two had become: your sex drive had totally died out. He did not touch you, he did not worship your body as he used to when you got married. No.

You missed the physical contact you had with him.

And you cursed yourself for the way you were feeling now, under Kokushibo’s touch. It was immoral, wrong. You were ashamed of yourself. Then again, you were half-drunk, tired, drained. Could you really blame yourself for it?

“Why do you care about it, huh? It’s not your problem! You never gave a damn about me!” you snapped, swallowing the lump in your throat preventing you to properly breathe.

He tensed, his lips reduced to a thin-line at your harsh words “Because it should have been me. You should have married me, not him” he bitterly retorted, darting his hooded eyes down on your writhing frame.

You parted your lips in disbelief, tears welling up in your eyes as you banged the fist of your free hand against his chest in frustration. Why? Why did he have to say that? Why was he playing with you again? What was he talking about? He never showed interest in you.

“How dare you? Shut up, just leave! Were you not supposed to make me forget you are here? Let me be, let me–…” you yelled at his face, but you never finished the sentence.

Before you could vomit your anger on him, your back hit the wall behind you, the air knocked out of your lungs for a second, as his lips connected with yours in a fiery, fervent kiss. Your eyes grew round as his tongue brushed over your lower lip to ask for the permission to enter your mouth. You wanted to deny it, but your body craved it. You craved him, you craved the warmth of a body over yours.

You craved love and he was providing you it.

You returned the kiss with equal passion, your hands cupping his smooth cheeks as you hoisted your leg over his hip to pull him closer. He grunted in your mouth, one of his hands caressing the bare skin of your thigh as he grounded his groin down onto yours. A throaty moan fell from your lips as he repeated the action and his mouth assaulted your neck.

You did not care about the marks he was leaving behind him, on your once flawless skin. They would have faded sooner or later and, surely, your husband would have never known about them. He was not there. He was not coming back for a long time.

“What are we— Argh! What are we doing?” you breathed out, fumbling with the buttons of his raincoat and helping him to take it off.

He discarded it carelessly behind him on the floor, hooking his hands underneath your thighs and picking you up effortlessly. You gasped, wrapping your legs around his waist instinctively as he made his way to your bedroom.

How many times you had walked down that corridor, hoping in vain that your husband would have joined you and showered you in affection between the untouched bedsheets of your bed. You remembered the fire within his eyes, back when you got married, when he made you feel on cloud nine. Where was that fire now? It had died out.

“I’m doing exactly what I had to do ages ago” Kokushibo uttered, between hot kisses as he let you down onto the bed and carefully crawled on top of you. You trembled, your hands reaching up to tear his shirt open. The buttons flew across the room, lost forever under the bed, as your eyes contemplated his chiseled body. He was deadly handsome. You blushed and Kokushibo stroked your cheek, half-lidded eyes soaking in your features barely enlightened by the dim moonlight seeping through the courtains.

You were so beautiful. How could that bastard not see it? How could he let you crumble down like that?

He got rid of his shirt and he grasped your hand, leading it to lay flat onto his chest “You can touch me, Y/N” he murmured, watching you bite down your lower lip softly, probably still trying to ponder if what you were doing was right or wrong. You were cheating on your husband, you were stabbing his back by fucking his brother in your bedroom, on your shared bed.

On the same bed where you had told him you loved him.

“Michikatsu…” you called his name, making the man’s eyes widen even so slightly as you said his real name. No one had done it in years. No one had ever whispered it so sweetly, so lovingly. He knew you were different. You had never insulted him, you had never hurt him.

You were supposed to be his right from the start. He would have treated you better, he would have loved you better.

“Make love to me” you added, staring deep into his shimmering eyes. You wanted it, you trusted him, you were willing to nurture this new spark between you two. Could you forgive yourself for it in the future?

He did not reply, his fingers slipped between the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs and exposing your aching cunt to his vicious eyes. You felt embarrassed. No man, except for your husband, had seen you naked in a long time. The idea of displaying your wet folds to Yoriichi’s brother sent shivers down your spine.

He did not waste time in dipping his fingers into you. He groaned at the way they slipped into your core smoothly, effortlessly. You were made for him. Your mouth hanged open, your back arching as he pumped his colloused digits in and out of you at a regular pace. The pleasure engulfing your stomach could not be compared to the small amount you felt when you touched yourself on Yoriichi. It was defferent, on another level. Kokushibo knew perfectly what you needed. You moaned out his name as he added a third finger, curling them into you to stimulate your spongy walls.

“M-More. Michikatsu, please— Give me more” you pleaded him, craning your neck in ecstasy.

His eyes clouded over in lust as he pulled his fingers out of you and suddenly flipped you over on your stomach, hastily unbuckling the belt of his trousers. You heard him unzipping them and before you knew it he had his hands on your hips, roughly pulling them up to assure himself a better access to your pussy. You closed your eyes, a yelp leaving your swollen lips when he smacked your ass and dragged the tip of his shaft along your folds to collect some juices. You could tell he was big, maybe even bigger than Yoriichi and it only meant one thing: it would have hurt, especially after a long period of not welcoming a cock between your walls.

“Be a good girl for me, Y/N. – he cooed, pressing the tip of his length to your entrance – Act like you’re my wife, as you should’ve been right from the start” he added, before slowly pushing past your folds. He grunted at the way your walls squeezed him tightly and he clenched his teeth not to bottom out completly with one thrust.

You writhed beaneath him, whimpers of pain and pleasure mixing together on your tongue as he conquered more inches, until he gave you one last hard thrust and you felt your ass pressing up against his navel.

He stayed still a minute, maybe two, to give you enough time to adjust to his massive size, drawing soothing circles on your back to make you relax. Your cheek was pressed down onto the pillow, your back arched to a painful angle, but it did not matter. It was worthy.

He gave you no warning as he started thrusting into your from behind, the sound of his thighs slapping your ass as he slammed you down into him was vulgar, lewd, shameful. But the unholy mantra you chanted as he filled you up, as he stretched you out until you were loose enough for his girth was heavenly.

“Michikatsu!” you cried out, the pressure coiling into your stomach was unbearable as he picked up the place and his hands left marks onto the soft flesh of your hips.

You could not hold on anymore. Your walls clamped down his cock as you reached your orgasm, milking his cock. Your breath was uneven, your mind fuzzy as he grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you up, until his lips brushed against the shell of your ear.

“I’ll fucking cum inside you. I’ll fuck a baby into you, Y/N. You are mine. He has no more rights over you” he rasped, giving you a few sloppy thrusts before he released his seed into you. You did not protest. Your silent consent screamed out his name as you both collapsed onto the bed, out of breath.

It did not stop that night. For two months he fucked you everyday, making sure his seed did not leaked out of your hole. He was loving out of bed, a beast into the sheets. You grew to love the taste of his cum, when you knelt between his legs and bobbed your head up and down his dick. You started to love him, in the same wicked way that he loved you.

Everywhere you looked around the house, you could picture him taking you in any possible position. You straddled him on the couch, he bent you over the counter in the kitchen, he had you held up against the wall in the shower. He had owned you in every way you vould have ever imagined.

After another month of being away, Yoriichi finally came back. Surprisingly, he did not take notice of the way his brother looked at you, or how your skin smelled like him most of the times. He was just happy to be reunited with his wife and how could you deny him the affection you had longed for during his absence. You made love to him, the night he had come back to you. You had done it the day before with Michikatsu and only God knew how much you loved him.

Two weeks later, you found out you were pregnant. The good news was that the period of conception coincided with Yoriichi’s return. Nevertheless, you knew who was the father.

You watched Kokushibo leave a few days after the news. The bond with his brother seemed to have weirdly developed into a stronger one.

“You should visit us more frequently! And, please, I’d appreciate it very much, if you could keep company to my wife, when I’m gone” Yoriichi said, smiling contently at his brother.

If only he knew.

Kokushibo faintly smiled back at him, his eyes locking with yours for a few seconds, before he nodded his head to his brother “I will take good care of her, brother”.

I would do it again, Michikatsu thought then, hopping into his car. Yoriichi’s life was now his.

AUTHOR NOTE.

Hi there! I know I should’ve posted Douma’s one-shot earlier, but somehow I felt inspired and completed this project. Ugh, poor Yoriichi, but … I wanted to write something different for Kokushibo. He deserves to be happy too. No matter the cost!Likes, comments and reposts are appreciated!

#kokushibo x reader #yoriichi x reader #michikatsu x reader #michikatsu tsugikuni #demon slayer smut #kokushibo smut #kokushibo x you #kokushibo x y/n #yoriichi smut #yoriichi x you

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ohtobeleah · 2 years

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Hopelessly Devoted // Bob Floyd

Summary: After Bob gets back from Miramar, he makes a B-line straight for your doorstep. Holding himself together just barely.

Warnings: Angst. mentions of mental health. Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x reader. No use of Y/n.

Word Count: 3k

Author Note: Listen, this isn’t my favourite piece but it was just sitting in my drafts and I thought it may as well be shared.

The fall season always brought you much delight. The smell of pumpkin spice from your seasonal candles filled your home. Seasonal decor ranging from ceramic pumpkins to throw pillows that said ‘boo’ and ‘beware’ made your house feel very much like a home. The sound of gentle rain falling outside mixed with the soon to be full onset thunderstorm—rolling in slowly as the claps of thunder grew more aggressive every few minutes.

Lightning lit up all the windows of your living room as you sat curled up with your study notes. Preparing for your assessments. A bachelors in mechanical engineering had your name on it. Soon you hoped to work aboard some of the Navy’s patrol boats. A small stepping stone to where you’d like to end up one day. But for now? You’d do the work.

A gentle knock against your front door broke you from your concentration. You weren’t expecting a visitor this late. Not at ten thirty on a Sunday night. When you heard the gentle knock again your heart leapt from your chest. Jumping up as your papers fell from your lap. Now discarded on the floor in a pile.

“It’s me—“ Bob cooed, his forehand resting against your door as his knuckles softly knocked against your door. As you swung the door open, Bob stumbled in. His uniform absolutely drenched, waterlogged as all hell from the ran that had settled in nicely. His glasses slipped down the bridge of his nose as he dropped his duffel bag. Instantly letting the weight of the world fall off his shoulders as he brought you into a tight hug. His arms encapsulated you over your shoulders. “Hey—“ Bob mumbled as he rest his chin against the top of your head. Holding you in his arms.

“What are you doing here!?” You questioned as you hugged Bob back. His head was now in the crook of your neck as he crouched, letting you off the ground for a moment. Gentle sobs escaped as Bob broke in your arms, his legs felt weak. He put you down and pulled back, Bob took a deep breath in as he pushed his glasses up his nose. “You weren’t supposed to be back till tomorrow afternoon! I was gonna come pick you up and everything!” You questioned.

“Yeah well, I just needed to see you, now—“ Bob admitted. Robert Floyd had been your best friend since the second grade. Some days it was still hard to wrap your head around the idea that the same kid who cried on multiple occasions after finding out bees only sting once then they die, was a weapons systems officer for the Navy—and a damn fine one at that. “Missed you.” It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for Bob to turn up at your door after deployment, but this felt different. Something was off. “Just—“ You could hear it in the cracks in his voice, saw it in the way he held his lips tight to keep his emotions in check. “I just, I just needed to see you.” You kept Bob grounded, and after everything that had happened. The accident, the mission? He could feel himself pulling back from reality.

“You wanna come inside? Have a shower?” You cooed. “I’ll make you a cup of tea.” You smiled softly, grabbing Bob's duffel as he followed you inside. He took in the smell of pumpkin spice, it instantly reminded him that he was home. He was safe. He could relax. Pumpkin spice always reminded him of you—like a warm hug. “I won’t sugar coat though, you look like hell.” You sighed. “You wanna talk about it or—?” walking up the stairs with a huff as you carried Bob’s duffel. Unnecessarily heavy as you asked Bob a question he wasn’t sure what the answer was. He broke it down the best he could as he followed right behind you. Like a lost puppy.

“I look like shit but at least my shirt doesn’t say ‘welcome to the ‘Boo Bunker.” Bob teased. “I haven’t slept since I got off Leyte Gulf.” Bob couldn’t. He’d tried, but the sound of surface to air missiles rang in his head, exploding without warning or rhythm. “And no, not particularly, I feel like a bag of ass.” Sighing, Bob ran his hands down his cheeks in dismay.

“It would be rude of me to agree.” you smirked, handing Bob a fresh towel from your linen cupboard. You missed him. Too much. “Go have a warm shower, have you told your mum and dad you're here yet?” Bob shook his head no in response. Omitting a gasp you shoved his chest softly—with enough force to have Bob letting out a hiss. “Robert Floyd, your mother will kill me if I Harbor you here and she doesn’t know!“ In the very same breath you also noticed Bob's uncomfortable expression. “What, what’s wrong?” You questioned, puzzled as to why Bob's hand lingered on his shoulder.

“It’s nothing—promise.” Bob let his hand settle on the small of your back, drawing you in as he pressed a soft and subtle kiss against your forehead. Closing your eyes you took a mental picture of the moment. “I’ll let my mother know I’m home tomorrow, like I was supposed to be.” Bob reminded you. “She’d only worry more if she knew I was home early.”

“Does that mean I should be worried?” There was a reason why you and Bob had never really settled into a conventional relationship. He thought it would be selfish to ask you to worry constantly whenever he was deployed. Bob loved his job. But he loved you more, and he couldn’t bring himself to ask you to sacrifice piece of mind for him. Looking at you loving, Bob cupped your cheeks, the pad of his right thumb gently rubbed your cheek. Drinking in the sight of the only women he’d ever love. “Ro—“

“You never have to worry about me” he whispered. His eyes roaming every inch of your face. “Don’t worry about me, please—for the love god, don’t spend a second worrying.”

“Yeah well just because you say don’t worry, that doesn’t mean I don’t.” You replied sharply, Bob dropped his hands as you looked at him softly. Eyes so full of love and admiration for him. He could recognise the look because it mimicked his own. There was always an understanding, that underlying unambiguously love between the two of you. But to act on it would be selfish, at least in Bob's mind. He was never sure which mission or basic deployment might be his last. He knew he evaded death by inches this time round and boy it had him spooked.

“Anyway—“ you sighed. “You’re drenched and must be freezing, I don’t often bring strays into my home so you better go have a shower before I change my mind.” Bob raised his eyebrows at your attitude. Your clothes were slightly damp themselves from the hug he’d drawn you into at your doorstep, but nothing like his.

“You’re kinda rude sometimes—“ Bob snickered, walking past as he made his way to the bathroom. “Be out in a sec—“ shutting the door but choosing not to lock it. Looking at himself in the mirror Bob hissed as he undid his uniform buttons. His shoulder still stiff. Nothing technically wrong, just surface bruises that looked worse than what they were. A stiff right shoulder that had him using way too much deep heat.

“Shit—“ Bob hissed as he threw his shirt into a pile, working to unbuckle his belt. Knocking before you stuck your head in Bob felt like a deer in headlights. Speechless. He knew in that very second what was to come.

“I forgot to mention there’s a box under the cabinet with some random suppl—“ your heart sank as you took in the bruises, dark and littering Bob's torso. Opening the door completely, your eyes welled with tears. “Oh my god.” You cupped your mouth. Shock oozing from you as you stepped closer. Reaching out to trace the bruises that covered Bob's right pec. Your touch left Bob’s skin littered with goosebumps. An undeniable reaction to attraction.

“I promise it looks worse than it really is—“ Bob mumbled. His hand softly guiding you, tilting your chin up to catch your gaze. “I’m okay—“

“You and I both know you’re a bad liar, what in the hell happened?” Your mind ran through a million scenarios.

“Phoenix, my front seater and I had a training mishap.” Bob explained. “We have to eject—“

“EJECT!” You gasped. “BOB I’m literally you’re emergency contact why didn’t anyone call me!!” You panicked.

“I told them not to! I was fine! I mean I am fine!” Bob cupped Your cheeks holding you still as explained himself, god he hated the way your eyes watered. “Ejecting is just hard on the body, and my landing wasn’t all that gracious.” He’d blacked out after tumbling a few times. Hence all the bruises. It wasn’t something he was going to mention—and Bob was certainly going to omit that fact he had to use his secondary shoot.

“You ejected from your plane and didn’t call me?” You shook Bob's hands from your cheeks, stepping back as Bob stood before you, his belt in his hand, his fly half done up. Shirtless. His muscles popping, bigger than you remembered. More defined and toned.

“I didn’t want to worry you!” You scoffed out a sarcastic chuckle in response to Bob's reasoning.

“Oh my god you self righteous asshole—“ shaking your head in defeat. “ I’m going to worry about you! I do worry about you, Bob. I worry about you every second of every damn day and there is nothing and I mean nothing you can do to stop me because me worrying is me caring and I care too much about you to lose you!” You felt like you couldn’t breathe. “I mean look at you it looks like you’d been—you—you’ve been.”

“Ejected from a F-18?” Bob finished your sentence as you let your tears fall freely down your cheeks. Chuckling softly, you gave Bob a look.

“Yes, it looks like you were ejected from an F-18 and I hate that you were!” Bob closed the gap between the two of you, taking your hand to rest it on his chest. “If something ever happened to you I wouldn’t know how to coup—not telling me, not letting me in? It’s wicked, it’s cold-hearted and it’s cruel.” You didn’t take your eyes off Bob for a second as you leaned against him. The gap none existent. “It’s entirely keeping with this self sacrificing righteousness that you Navel men seem to have. It’s ruthless to shut the people out who care about you because in some twisted way you believe you’re doing us all a favour.”

“I’m okay—“ you could feel his heartbeat as Bob spoke softly, his voice deep, his eyes serious, his slight southern accent music to your ears. “I’m not just saying that, I mean it—it’s all surface layers.” You called Bobs bluff instantly as he tried to reassure you he was fine. He wasn’t fine, you could tell by the way he held you at your front door that he was thankful to have to opportunity to hold you again. That’s how much he wasn’t fine—because you could tell.

“How close?” You asked just above a whisper. Bob wanted to pretend like he didn’t know what you were talking about, but he knew. Looking up over your head he shook his head. Eyes watering. Voices he couldn’t get rid of ripping his head apart. Pounding on his skull.

“Phoenix break right! Break—“

“Rooster , two more on your six!”

“Dagger two defending!”

“Payback, same on your nose!”

“Dager one defending.”

“Rooster, tally, tally.”

“Talk to me Bob!”

“On our six!”

“Phoenix break right!”

“I don’t know what you mean?” Bob met your gaze. It was written all over his face.

“This was the one wasn’t it?” You could barely raise your voice above a whisper as the realisation set in. Robert Floyd almost didn’t come home to you. “Bo—“ Bob didn’t let you finish, his lips crashing into yours in some desperate attempt to keep your head from filling with scenarios about his untimely death. His hands cupping your cheeks, his body pressed to yours as he backed you up against the vanity. Gently hosting you up as he broke away—leaving you seeing stars. Lips tingling as your eyes traced every inch of his face.

“It could have been the one, but it wasn’t—“ Bob panted, his chest rising and falling as he stood between your legs, draping down his sides. “It wasn’t and I’m here and I don’t want to think about it because the more I think about it the deeper I fall in and I’m scared I won’t be able to pull myself out.” You let the silence linger for a moment as tears ran down Bob's face. Wiping them away softly you pressed your lips together in a solemn smile.

“If you don’t talk about it, it’ll be what kills you—“

“Don’t Dr.Phil me.” Bob hissed.

“You didn’t come here to be coddled!” You hissed back, snapping as you felt Bob's hand snake along the small of your back. As close as he could be.

“I came here because you were the only person, and I mean the only person who was on my mind when I was sure I wasn’t coming home.” Bob admitted. “I’m in love with you, I always have been and I can’t bring myself to ask you to say it back.” Bob let his forehead rest against yours. “And I’m so beyond grateful I was given the chance to live long enough to tell you I love you.”

It was something that you never thought you’d hear Bob admit but it was even harder to admit to yourself you would have waited a lifetime and then some. Hopelessly devoted.

“I know I don’t bring much to the table, I’m—just—“ you didn’t let him finish, no. You crashed your lips against Bobs. Teeth slightly grazed his as you deepened it. Tongues dancing as you moaned ever so gently into Bob’s mouth. Fuck he couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t think. All he could do was savour the moment.

“You are everything I’ve ever wanted, what’s a girl gotta do to make you see that huh?” You asked as you pulled away. Leaning back against the mirror as Bob’s hands traced unidentified objects into your thighs. Sighing in defeat you opted to put yourself. “I love you, Bob I really do—“

“But?” Bob questioned, his heart racing. Trying to read you like he usually could, an open book.

“But you can’t shut me out if we do this?” You pleaded. “You gotta let me in, talk to me, let me worry, tell me when things are bad, when you’re bad! God—“ you paused, tears welling in your eyes once again. “I’d hate to think you were fine and the next day you’re just—gone.” Bob hadn’t really realised when the last time he really opened up was. He’d stopped in order to be less of a handful, and above all wanted people to worry less. Guess doing that was really causing the opposite to happen. “I need to know that when things are bad? They’re bad. And when things are good, they’re great.”

“Deal—“ Bob cooed. “Deal.” Kissing your temple Bob smirked against your skin. “I’ll have a shower, then we’ll talk? About everything.” You nodded, sighed as you slid off the vanity.

“I’ll make you that cup of tea—“ you said softly, the atmosphere around you and Bob heavy with emotion. “Take you time.” It was almost as if you didn’t believe Bob would let you in, you had felt him pulling away but you hadn’t realised just hard far you let him fall behind. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, the way you wanted to leave but your feet wouldn’t move. The way you picked at the skin around your nails when you were nervous.

“You could stay, if you wanted to?” Bob smirked, his thumbs tucking into the waistband of his trousers. “I’ve uh—I can’t say I haven’t thought about you before.” Bob admitted as he stepped closer, watching as you didn’t move a muscle. “You’ve thought about me, haven’t you?” Kissing your neck softly you let your eyes roll in the back of your head as a just audible moan escaped.

“Now's not the right time—“ you tried to keep your composure. Bob pulled away to look at you one final time.

“Will there ever be a right time?” He whispered, his hand coming to push the hair that had fallen around your face behind your ear. “This is it for me, you’re it for me—always have been.” Bob cooed.

“You should have called me—“ you sobbed, dashing into Bob with so much force it sent him stumbling as he fumbled to get a grip on your waist. So much passion in your words, Bob knew it would be a long overdue conversation when you were finished. “Don’t you ever do that again—!” Pulling your shirt above your head Bob couldn’t breathe, was this really about to happen? Stepping into the shower you reached behind Bob, blasting the water as he stripped his trousers off. Still desperately kissing you as he did so. “I wanna know when you get a damn paper cut! Understand?” You hissed, pulled back as you pushed Bob under the stream of warm water—instantly soothing his battered and bruised skin. Pulling you into him as you shed your pyjama pants.

“Yes ma’am-“

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froggywritesstuff · 7 months

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stupid | yandere!rise!donatello

ship/pairing: yandere!rise!Donatello x g/n!reader (can be read as platonic or romantic)

request: no one

warnings: kinda ooc, blood, wounds, kidnapping, unwanted touching (non sexual), blades, degrading, sadism, stitches, non consensual scarification (?), vomiting, hair pulling, threats of amputation, isolation used as punishment

fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

word count: 1145

A/N: i wasn't sure to write this with Leo or Donnie so i most likely wrote Donnie's personality wrong. 18+ people DNI. i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

You wanted to cry as you felt Donnie’s disappointed gaze on you. Or maybe it was because of the pain of how tight he gripped your wounded wrist. Either way, it didn’t matter, as Donnie would have absolutely zero sympathy for you if you started crying. After all, it was your fault. Your fault you were currently staining his lab floors with blood.

He brought his other hand to your wrist to inspect the gash, as if something had changed in the last five minutes he’d been staring at it.

”Do you want to explain why you cut your tracker out of your wrist?” his voice broke the dreaded silence, and you weren’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.

You stayed silent. He hadn’t been happy with your previous answer explaining that you wanted to be alone from him and go outside without him worrying. It wasn’t the answer he wanted. But the truth wasn’t the answer he wanted either.

He grabbed a new tracker from his bench along with a scalpel, gliding the blade through your wound to make a deeper cut, pulling your wrist tightly as he inserted the new tracker inside the wound. The metallic scent of blood in the room grew worse, making your stomach churn. You whimpered, biting your tongue so you didn’t cry out in pain, while Donnie just seemed unbothered by the pain his actions caused.

“Or do you need me to tell you?”

You stayed quiet. Your eyes stung as tears pricked the back of your eyes, begging for you to cry. But you didn’t. Tears wouldn’t help you. Donnie would only mock you and belittle you if he saw you crying.

A sigh left his lips as he brought his hands up to cup the side of your face. You felt yourself wanting to lean into his touch, wanting to cling to the gentleness of his hands that so harshly contrasted the anger he must've been feeling.

”You’re stupid, Y/N.” silence hung between the two of you while he stared you down, his eyes filled with disappointment and frustration. His hands dropped from your face and he grabbed a needle and thread. You felt your stomach drop.

”So stupid,” he muttered, piercing the needle through your skin, guiding the thread through your wounded skin to stitch it back together. The corners of his lips twitched upward as he heard your stifled groans and cries of pain. The tears building up in your eyes felt as heavy as rocks as you desperately tried not to cry.

“You’re even more stupid than I thought you were. I had faith in you, but you’ve proven me wrong. Because you are somehow so stupid, you can’t understand that everything I do for you is for your own good. I’m helping you, by keeping you here, because you’re nothing without me. You’re weak. Completely helpless. Fucking pathetic.”

You broke, letting the tears fall down your cheeks with a choked sob.

The room went silent, anxiety bubbled in your chest while you stared at Donnie’s hands. It was as if he paused for dramatic effect as well as staying silent.

Until he laughed.

He fucking laughed.

For a little longer than necessary in your opinion.

”Fuck, Y/N,” his laughter stopped abruptly with a yell, making you flinch, “that’s exactly what I’m talking about.” He stabbed the needle to your arm again and drew the string through tightly, forcing a strained cry of pain from your throat.

“You’re pathetic. Crying over everything and just so whiny. It’s pitiful, honestly. Consider yourself lucky you have me, darling. I have no idea how all your friends managed to put up with you for so long. No wonder none of them care that you’re gone.”

You found the courage to shake your head, opening your mouth to speak, when he tugged on the needle tightly, quickly making you shut up.

”Sorry, did you have something to say?” Donnie’s smug voice asked. He knew exactly what you were going to say.

You stayed silent, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of hearing your weak attempt of convincing yourself he was wrong. The needle was pricked through your skin a few more times before he picked up some scissors, cutting the end of the knot he tied in the string as he finished the last stitch. He cleared his throat.

“Just to be clear, though I am enjoying all this, you brought this on yourself. I want you to look at the scar on your arm everyday and think of this. Think of how dumb you were trying to escape me. Think of how easy it was for me to catch you. I want you to look at it and regret everything you did, until every time you even think about escaping again, you want to ridicule yourself over how dumb of an idea it is.”

You shrank back at his words, your gaze falling toward the floor, when you caught sight of the stitches Donnie had made in your arm. It was obvious he had finished stitching your wound together for a long time, as you stared in horror at the array of letters stitched into your arm, spelling out his name. He had even made sure to stitch his birth name, which you could only assume was to cause more pain for you. The pain from the stitching mixed with the bloody scent and sight on your arm all made you feel sick, until you found yourself gagging, eventually vomiting up spit on the floor.

Donnie's face scrunched up in disgust, "Scoff, don't be so dramatic." he stood up from his chair, a metal claw from his battle shell dug into your scalp, dragging you by your hair as Donnie led you out of his lab. Too tired to fight against him you let him drag you, feeling the heels of your feet stinging against the tiles. You winced as every slight movement from your arm sent a jolt of pain.

You heard the creak of door, followed by the flick of a light switch, and you were shoved into a room you recognized all too well. All white walls and floors, and empty of furniture save for the single bed in the corner of the room. You were roughly placed onto the bed, Donnie wasting no time to restrain you to the bed.

"Take that tracker out again, and you'll lose your arm."

You stared at him with an empty expression, using the little energy you had to nod to show your understanding. His hand cupped your cheek gently, his lips upturned slightly, before he bid goodbye and left, making a show of locking the door for extra measures.

All alone, you let the tears fall freely down your face, eventually crying yourself into a restless sleep.

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poraphia · 8 months

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First of all, I love your writing! Your style is amazing and your writing is the standard I aim for. Could you do a Wilbur x female reader where Wilbur and y/n are having a long distance relationship and y/n is having a very depressive, unhealthy episode so Wilbur decides to visit her while he’s on tour? You don’t have to do this if there are any problems with my request, thank you :)

"Don’t Tell My Boyfriend"

wilbur x depressed!reader 1355 words • 8.27.23 Decided to combine requests :) @ax-y10 requested something with the lyric "Don't tell my boyfriend, its not what he's made for" and then there's anon! Who was in fact super sweet I remember verbally aww'ing when I saw this in my inbox so thank you so much!! I hope you guys enjoy :) this is super unedited and I'm super sorry! Just trying to get back into writing again Wilbur soot masterlist here <-

"Don't tell my boyfriend. It's not what he's made for. What was I made for?"

♡♡♡

I love my boyfriend, I really do.

“(y/n), are you sure you don’t want to come to tomorrow night’s gig? We haven’t seen each other in so long, and I miss you so much..”

“I know, honey, it’s just I’m so caught up with work and I don’t know if I’ll have the energy to even come. I’m really sorry.”

But there are some lies here and there I have to slip out.

Wilbur sighed on the other side of the phone. I buried myself deeper into my pillow, hiding from the world with thick duvet covers.

“Okay, well… I’m getting off the plane right now. I guess I’ll call you tonight or something. I don’t know.” His words were laced with hurt and a sense of betrayal. I clenched my jaw to prevent the sobs aching in my throat.

“Y-Yeah, I’ll see you. I love you.” I mumbled.

“Love you too.” With that, he clicked off of the call. I dropped my phone onto the floor of my bedroom, sitting up to look around the mess of the room I’ve chosen to sulk in. It hasn’t been a good few days, or rather, weeks, recently. I lost my job, the appetite to even eat, to get up and go outside, hell, I don’t even remember the color of my carpet floor since it’s just a layer of clothes I’ve yet to wash.

Wilbur has been too busy on tour for us to regularly call and check in on each other, so it’s been better to keep quiet about what I’ve been going through. The last thing I wanted was for him to be all worried about me when he was supposed to be out there living his dreams as a famous musician playing for countries of many. Recently, he’s been touring in my country and he just landed near my hometown. For months we talked about seeing each other again, and how the distance has been treating us poorly. It ruined our sleep schedules sometimes, but it was all worth it just to spend a few hours together.

I clutched my pillows tightly, burying my face from the world around me. I disappointed Wilbur yet again. Just last month we were fantasizing about this moment.

“I wish I could spend a week in your hometown, love!” He sighed dreamily as he spun around his office chair. I giggled, working on an assignment while listening to the man rant.

“Oh, yeah? What’s so exciting about my hometown?” I asked. I glanced up to look at his webcam, as he stared with ecstatic eyes.

“Well, you, of course. But I wanna see where you grew up, the people, what kind of food you ate— The history! Oh my god, especially the history.” He exclaimed. I shook my head, amused by his antics.

“You’re adorable,” I mumbled.

“Hm?” He hummed, but it was obvious that he heard me with that slick smile.

“You know you are, you cheeky bitch.”

I squeezed my eyes shut as I let the tears stain my pillowcase, letting the sobs agonizingly echo throughout my apartment. I had no energy, not even to love and support my boyfriend. Nothing made me more than feel like the biggest disappointment in his life. Slowly, I drifted to sleep with only the thoughts of Wilbur me shunning me after this occupying my mind. How the next time we’ll see each others faces, he’ll only have his eyebrows knitted closely together while avoiding all eye contact, fidgeting with his hands as he talked.

I’ve ruined this relationship, and I’m scared that I may ruin him too.

I was woken up by the sound of my door creaking open. Immediately I jumped up, clutching my blankets tight to my chest. I backed up against my bed’s headboard as I tried to make out the tall figure standing at my doorway. As my vision started to refocus, I noticed the familiar pattern of curls on the top of the figure’s head.

“W-Wilbur?” I meekly croaked.

The figure stepped forward. I turned to the side to turn on my lamp, and once I turned back around I finally saw his face. His gorgeous, gorgeous face here in front of me. He wore a puffy sweater with a button up underneath. His hair was a mess, and since he’s been traveling for a while he had a slight stuble. But was most noticable was that face of concern. That face that screamed “Oh my god, are you okay?” That face that looked around my room, and most likely my apartment, to see just how much of a mess I truly was.

“(y/n), oh sweetheart, I’m sorry I scared you…” He said, speaking softly as he cupped my cheeks. I placed my hands over his, staring deep into those forest brown eyes.

“I-I…” I was speechless. “H-How did you get in..?” I asked, tilting my head a little. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes as they darted across the room. My embarassing state was finally revealed in person, and I felt nothing but shame.

“Remember when we were in call one time and you told me about that spare key you kept in the plant in front of your door?” He explained. He quickly took a hand away from my face to show the key. “I remember…” He smiled.

Fuck, that smile.

That damn smile.

I threw my arms around his neck, holding him tightly as I sobbed into his neck. His hands found themselves around my waist, holding me as close as I can as I let out weeks worth of pain in his embrace.

“It’s okay, (y/n), I got you, I got you I promise…” He whispered softly in my ear,

“I’m sorry—” I choked out. “—I’m so fucking sorry…”

“Why are you sorry, darling?” Wilbur asked. “There’s no reason to be sorry, I promise, sweetheart.” His sweet words pulled on my heartstrings like a puppeteer.

“I-I kept secrets from you. I shouldn’t have, but I didn’t want you to worry. I didn’t know how you would take it…”

“My sweet girl..” He mumbled. He gently pulled himself off of me, examining my face such as my dark eyebags and chapped lips. “How about this, love. I get a warm bath started for you, and while you relax in the bath I’ll clean up your apartment then we can order food to eat together while watching your favorite show. How does that sound? Does that sound good?”

His features were soften and glowing under the warm light illuminating his face. I gave one more look around the room again. Dishes were scattered everywhere and pens and books were everywhere on my desk.

“You’re gonna clean my place..? That’ll take a while, and I don’t want you to be tired for your concert tomomrrow.” I worried. He shook his head.

“That’s not important to me. What’s more important is seeing you well taken care of. That’s what matters to me sweetheart. I could have a concert tonight and I would still drop it all for you.”

As if heaven sent me an angel, he gave me a smile almost as beautiful as Aphrodite’s as my heart ran marathons for the man before me. My hands that were behind his head twirled at his hair strands.

“Promise me, baby?” I asked gently.

“How about I show you instead?”

And with that, he picked me up bridal style, twirling me around before crashing his soft pink lips against mine. I hugged him as tight as my strength could muster, smiling into the kiss.

Despite some arguments in my brain, in the end I could really understand one thing about Wilbur.

This is what he was made for.

♡♡♡

a / n ~ I’m really sorry I’ve been slacking lately. I’m in college now! In the meantime, I’m gonna close requests for now until I feel ready again. Thank you sm for the support!

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sodoshame · 9 months

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Deliver Me Into My Fate

⚠️ Warnings: Self-harm, arguments, overall angst.

Pairing: Phantom/Rain, Phantom/Mountain, Mountain/Rain

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst.

A/N: Includes Poly!ghouls, Ghouls are not human (Have horns/tails, purr and growl.)

Summary:

Sodo really needs to learn to think before he speaks.

“Back off Phantom, just stop, okay?”

As Sodo spoke, the aggression was clear; venom was practically dripping from every word. His tail was flicking wildly behind him as he spoke. Phantom looked at him, his shoulders drooping slightly, as well as his tail.

“What do yo-”

“You know what I mean. You are nothing like Aether, and you never will be. You are fucking useless.”

Sodo’s insults cut right through Phantom, leaving him trembling. Sodo spat in his direction and stormed off, radiating heat.

Hot tears were stinging Phantom’s eyes, beginning to run down his cheeks. He choked down a sob, violently wiping at his eyes as he walked down the hallway. He ran into a bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind himself. Slowly sliding his back down the wall, he began fully sobbing, bringing his head to his knees.

Fucking Useless.

The words ran through Phantom’s brain on repeat; it wasn’t the first time he’d heard them and he doubted it would be the last. He shakily pulled his sleeve up, staring at the scars up his arm. He’d managed to stay clean for a whole month- the longest he’d managed so far.

Fucking Useless.

As the words echoed through his head, he pulled out a small lock-knife from his pocket, flicking it open. Tears were blurring his vision as he slowly put the knife to his skin, watching as the blood started to appear. Phantom’s tears dripped down to his arm, mixing with his blood. He was completely sobbing now, his shoulders shaking violently.

Knock knock.

“Phantom? Is that you in there?”

It was Rain.

Phantom panicked, eyes darting round the room.

“Y-yeah?” Phantom’s voice came out shaky, cracking slightly as he spoke; not at all like he wanted it to.

Rain’s voice grew more concerned as he knocked again.

“What’s wrong? Let me in, Phantom.”

Phantom frantically scrambled around, rolling his sleeve up and pocketing his knife. He wiped at his face in attempt to stop himself from crying.

“Uh- I-I’m fine, Rain.” His voice cracked on the last word as he let out a loud sob, doing his best to stifle it.

“I’m coming in.”

Phantom looked at the floor, noticing drops of blood on the floor. He quickly tried to wipe it away, but only smeared it more. It was too late; Rain was stood in the doorway, looking down at Phantom as he was sat on the floor, sobbing. His eyes flicked to the smeared blood on the floor and then Phantom’s blood-soaked sleeve.

“Phantom? Oh, honey…” Rain whispered, as he dropped to his knees in front of Phantom. He wrapped his arms around Phantom’s shoulders, pulling him close in a tight embrace. Phantom fell into Rain, burying his face in his chest. Phantom sobbed into Rain’s chest, his hands clinging on to his shirt.

“S-Sodo.. He…”

As he struggled to find the words, Rain put his hand up to Phantom’s head, gently running his hand through his hair.

“Shh, you’re okay. I’ve got you.”

Phantom nuzzled his face into Rain’s neck, his tears soaking through his shirt.

“Phantom, sweetheart, I need to look at your arm.” Rain said, his voice as sweet as can be.

Phantom shook his head, whining quietly as he continued crying. Rain sighed, rubbing his back soothingly.

“What if I get Mountain? He can check it over whilst I’ll keep holding you?”

Phantom shrugged, not saying anything in response. Rain sighed, then took his hand from Phantom’s hair and reached for his phone in his pocket to text Mountain.

Rain:

Mount, can you come to second floor bathroom? It’s Phantom.

Mountain:

Yep, on my way rn.

It only took a matter of minutes for Mountain to appear in the doorway, the tall ghoul looked down at the two huddled together on the floor.

“What happened?” He asked, bending down to be at the same level as he put his hand on Phantoms shoulder, rubbing it soothingly.

“I don’t know, he won’t talk. Can you just look at his arm? He’s bleeding and I don’t know w-what to do-” Rain rambled, clearly slightly panicked.

“Take a breath, Rain. We’ll figure it out, okay?” Mountain responded calmly as he sat down cross-legged on the floor, reaching his hand out to Phantom.

“Hey, let me take a look, Phantom. I’m not going to hurt you, okay?” Mountain soothed, slowly picking up his arm.

Phantom whimpered into Rain’s neck, who was still running his hand through his hair.

Once Phantom’s arm was taken care of, Mountain stood up, slowly taking him from Rain’s lap and picking him up into his arms. Rain stood up, looking at the two.

“I’m going to find Sodo, I’ll find out what happened.” Rain said, his voice seemingly void of emotion.

Mountain nodded at him, reaching out an arm to stroke his arm briefly.

“Alright, I’m gonna settle this one down, come find us later, yeah?” Mountain smiled sweetly, his voice reassuring.

Rain nodded and left; once he did so, Mountain carried Phantom all the way to his bedroom and laid down with him. Immediately, Phantom curled up against him, nuzzling into his chest. He didn’t want to speak, but Mountain understood that, he pulled Phantom close to him, running his hands soothing down his back.

“I’ve got you, bug. You can rest now. I’m not going anywhere.”

Phantom purred softly as he got comfortable in Mountain’s arms.

A/N: I wrote Sodo’s point of view as well, go check it out; https://www.tumblr.com/sodoshame/724291902308040704/if-im-alone-i-cannot-hate

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simp4wom3n · 1 year

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Ask Percy

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x singer!Reader

Requested: Yes/No ~ request

Summary: After filming, Jenna and Percy had become close, too close. Jenna started ditching plans with Y/n for Percy, causing Y/n to finally breakdown before they left on a month long tour. ~ Word Count: 4.024k ~ Warnings: swearing and quite angstyyy

A/N: Hi!! I actually loved writing this sm idek why. It is a majority angst with a happy ending because I will always avoid completely breaking someones heart x. Either way I hope you enjoy it <3

It wasn't often you got jealous, but when you have practically been replaced and deprived of spending the time you so craved with your girlfriend, the feeling was inevitable.

You and Jenna's schedules often meant that you had to spend long times apart from one another, which whilst it did put a strain on your relationship, it meant you would always spend every ounce of your free time together.

That had apparently changed.

Like today.

You were due to leave on tour in a few days, and the only thing you wanted to do was spend time with your girlfriend before you left for over a month. Yet as you sat at home, alone, with nothing better to do than pack your bags, it was obvious her priorities weren't the same as yours. Where was she you may ask? ask Percy.

Percy Hynes White, her costar and new best friend apparently. Ever since the two of them had wrapped filming 'Wednesday', they were practically attached at the hip, as Jenna's free time, which used to almost entirely consist of you, now predominantly consisted of Percy.

You had nothing against the guy. You had met him a few times and you could see why Jenna liked him. He was funny, charismatic, and just an overall kind person at heart. All the attributes that make him equally as terrifying to you, because as you saw it, it gave him the ability to sweep your girlfriend from right under you feet.

A slew of self-deprecating thoughts had been racing through your mind all day, leaving your girlfriend as your last resort in order to avoid a full-fledged breakdown. You just wished you had told her how you were feeling sooner because it felt like shite. Every time she left you alone for him, every time she told you a story about the two of them, every time her eyes lit up at the mention of his name, it felt like someone was slowly hacking away at your heart, each crack and break as slow and painful as the last.

Assuming Jenna would be home for dinner, you decided to try to unwind by cooking for just the two of you. You had always adored cooking and it was something the two of you often did together. Hence, whilst you were skilfully moving around the kitchen listening to music, a small smile grew on you face at the thought of your shared activities.

After finishing plating all the food and cleaning the kitchen, you grab your phone and noticed a new message from Jenna, instinctively causing your eyes to widen in excitement. The slight smirk that had made its way onto your face was soon washed away as it felt as if you were hit with a tidal wave as you read the message.

"Staying over at Percy's. Don't bother waiting up for me."

The colour dropped from your face as you lowered your phone in disbelief. You slumped against the countertop as all the noise around you faded, becoming an insistent buzz. 'Are you fucking kidding me' you thought as your disbelief soon turned into anger - you had officially been replaced. Dropping you phone on the bench, your fingers curl up tightly as your fists clench, your knuckles turning ghastly white as you hunch forward. You grunt as you let your back hits the wall, sliding down your kitchen cupboards until you come to a stop when you meet the floor. Your tense body goes limp as you sit there, tears starting to stream down your face as sobs begin escaping your throat.

You couldn't believe it. You were leaving in a few days and would be gone for over a month, and she didn't even have the decency to spend the time with you that you had begged her for. You felt nothing but disbelief as you brought your knees to your chest, resting your head on them as your sobs ceased, no longer bothering to feel the pain.

For once you felt almost excited to leave.

With all of your excitement and hope drained from your now exhausted body, you slowly stood up from your slumped position and grabbed your phone with your eyes and cheeks painted red from your tears and made your way to your bedroom. With the meal you had prepared going cold on the dining table, you stripped and changed into some more comfortable clothes before turning off the lights and collapsing into your bed.

As you laid your head on the pillow, your senses were instantly filled with her scent, her absence deepening the cracks in your already wounded heart. With exhaustion hot on your tail, you plugged in and opened your phone, the message reappearing as you rub your eyes to try and contain your tears.

"Ok"

You didn't have the energy to argue, or to get mad. At this point you had accepted your fate. If she wanted to be with Percy and not you than that was her choice. You just had to deal with it.

As Jenna got home late the next morning, it was eerily quiet. The usual echo of positivity that followed you everywhere you went was missing; instead, the energy felt bitter, which immediately concerned her. As she put her stuff down and walked further into the apartment, her eyes scanned your usual spots until she caught a glimpse of you, curled up in a chair on your small balcony, a cup of coffee cradled in your hands.

You had been sat there all morning just attempting to take your mind off of Jenna - which proved to be impossibly hard. As you sat still and moped, you watched as people, and painfully couples, went about their business on the city's busy streets. The sound of the balcony door opening didn't even phase you as your attention remained anywhere but on the person you knew was looking at you with querying eyes.

"What's going on?" Jenna asked as she made her way into your line of sight, instantly causing your eyes to burn with tears. "Nothing" you responded coldly as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. "Is something wrong" you didn't respond, instead avoiding her stare as you stood up and briskly made your way inside. "Y/n? Hello?". Still no response. "Why are you ignoring me". You scoff at her choice of wording. "Why am I ignoring you?" you ask incredulously as she looks at you confused. "I'm the one who has been sat here, patiently waiting for you to come home and finally acknowledge my existence"

You can see that Jenna is taken back by your sudden outburst as she takes a few seconds to come back with a response. "I... what do you mean? am I not allowed to spend time with my friends or something?" "Of course you are!" your voice breaks as you cry "I understand that and I have been so patient... I was happy to let you do your thing as long as you at least came home to me. You deprived me of the one thing I asked for and all for fucking Percy.". You can't help but feel bad for getting mad at her, but at this point your emotional pillage is coming pouring out whether you like it or not.

"I don't get why you are so mad! Just because your my girlfriend doesn't mean I have to spend every waking hour with you!" "Because I'm leaving for over a fucking month tomorrow and you don't even care!" At this point your tears are streaming down your cheeks as your chest aches. Running her hand through her hair, Jenna turns her back to you as she takes a deep breath. "Jesus fucking christ Y/n. Maybe I should date Percy." Your head snaps up as your eyes widen and brows furrow.

"What..." you brokenly whisper. "Maybe I should date fucking Percy Y/n... does that make you feel better?!?" turning around to meet your eyes, hers looking dead serious, terrifying you. "Your joking right?" you practically beg as your arms slowly wrap around your torso as you seek any kind of comfort. "Am I? Because after this fiasco I'd bet he'd be a better partner."

At that your heart shatters. Any last ounce of hope you had left was thrown out the window. "Right" you nod swiftly, biting you lip in an attempt to contain your sobs. "I guess I won't get in your way then". Walking towards your front door, you slip on some shoes and a coat open the door. With tears still running down your face, you look back at Jenna who remains frozen to her spot, one hand on her forehead and the other on her hip, before she turns and walks away from you.

You were secretly hoping she would stop you from leaving yet here you were, one foot already out the door. With a sigh you grab your keys before locking the door behind you. Your destination? you had no idea. All you knew was anywhere but here.

The sun had set hours ago and you were yet to come home. Jenna tried to act like she didn't care, seeing as she was the reason you left, but her attempts to distract herself were futile as you were at the forefront of her mind - admittedly for the first time in a while.

She jumped slightly as she heard the front door swing open, her eyes immediately darting in its direction. You entered silently with slumped shoulders, discarding your coat and keys as you slip off your shoes. You glance at Jenna with a neutral expression on your face before you walk towards your bedroom. "Where have you been?" despite feeling she had no right to ask, she still cared about you whether you believed it or not. "Why the fuck do you care" you reply coldly as you walk straight past her without uttering another word, Jenna sighing softly as the weight of what she said to you sinks in.

You were hurting and it was her fault.

She decides to give you a few minutes by yourself, also not particularly keen to face you after your earlier screaming match. She eventually follows you to the bedroom where she finds you curled up on your side of the bed, completely silent and still. "Y/n?" she gently whispers as she enters the room, receiving no response in return, leading her to presume you were asleep.

But how could you be? Since you left, you had spent the remainder of the day walking aimlessly, making a few pitstops at your favourite places to try and entertain yourself and help get your mind off of your (ex?) girlfriend. So sure, you were tired. Yet the moment you set foot back into your apartment, your mind transformed back into a racing track as all of your thoughts competed for your attention - and yet you didn't want to pay attention to any of them.

So here you lay in complete silence, your mind blank, attempting to ignore Jenna's warm presence besides you. You heard her whisper your name yet you had absolutely no desire to look at her, let alone speak to her. So, as you felt her get in bed beside you, an uncomfortable amount of space between your two typically entwined bodies, you stared at the wall in front of you until you were eventually overwhelmed with exhaustion.

As streaks of sunlight sneak through the small gaps between the dark curtains, Jenna stirs awake, exhaling as she rubs her eyes in an attempt to rid the evidence of her sleepless night. As she rolls onto her back she is suddenly aware of the lack of your presence, your side of the bed left empty and cold. As she warily pushes herself up, she notices a number of draws open, causing her brows to furrow in confusion as she pushes the bed covers off and swings her legs off the bed.

Gently standing up, her hands running through her hair in an attempt to tame it, she walks tentatively out the open bedroom door. As she makes her way through your apartment, her eyes widen as she notices a number of packed bags by the doorway. 'Is she leaving me' is the thought running through her head as she starts to search the apartment more desperately, eventually locating you on the balcony - apparently your new place of comfort.

"Your leaving?" are the first words that leave her mouth as she joins you on said balcony. Currently leaning on the railing peacefully admiring the cityscape, you scoff as you turn your head towards her, a look of disbelief and disappointment on your face. "Seriously?". You realise she clearly hadn't remembered causing you chuckle in disbelief as you turn around, resting your back on the railing. "My tour?" It dawns on her as the colour drains from her face, a look of embarrassment spreading quickly. "Yeah that little old thing. I don't even know why I'm surprised you forgot." Scoffing again you walk past her, gently bumping into her as you make your way to the front door.

"Y/n wait" Jenna calls out to you, hot on your tail as you choose to ignore her. As you reach your bags and start putting some on, she attempts to stop you as she grabs ahold of your arm and forces you to face her. Despite the past few days, her touch still sends shivers down your spine as you inhale sharply whilst you look at her blankly, her eyes pleading with you to stay. "There's a car waiting for me Jenna. I have to go." you speak softly as you gently pry her hand off of your arm, turning back around to open the door.

She is frozen to the spot, unable to speak as her eyes begin to brim with tears. She wraps herself in a hug as she watches you collect your bags, her right hand coming up to cover her mouth in an attempt to keep her sobs at bay. As you take a step out the door, you look over your shoulder with solemn eyes as you reach for the handle. "Goodbye Jenna." you whisper, a slight break in your voice which you attempt to conceal. You give her one last soft smirk as you close the door.

Goodbye... you said goodbye. Not see you later, but goodbye. 'Fuck' Jenna mutters as the door locks, attempting to blink away her tears as she turns away in shock. Her breathing is uneven as she soaks in everything that has happened over the past 24 hours. Her seemingly perfect world had erupted into pure chaos. Whilst there was still a part of her that was denying it, she knew it was her fault.

You were her girlfriend, the love of her life, and she blew you off as if you were completely unimportant and irrelevant. Her emotions were drowning her as she collapsed on the couch, her head resting on her hands as her tears continued to stream from her eyes. Her own words echoed in her head as her life continued to come crashing down on her. She had fucked up. Badly.

She had to make it up to you. She had to see you.

The barren and monotonous landscape that surrounded the highway sped past you as you stared out the window of your tour bus. Your thoughts matching the whirring of the outside world as you attempt to drain them out with your music blasting in your noise-cancelling headphones.

Jenna. She was all you could think about. No matter what you saw, whether it be a sign to a place you had visited or an advertisement for one of her many projects, and no matter what song you listened to, whether it was one that reminded you of her or that you often listened to together, it was all about her.

Ever since you met Jenna, you knew she was the one. You had no other way of describing it, you just knew. Everything about her was perfect. The two of you complimented each other perfectly and she had instantly become your best friend before you grew the guts to ask her out - easily the best decision you had ever made.

Yet as you thought back on all of this, you couldn't help the tears that fell. You truly had believed that she was the one. Not only was she the best girlfriend you could ever have asked for, but she was also your best friend. And yet, it would appear you have been replaced in both categories.

So, as you sat alone in a bus full of your bandmates, the landscape flashing past reflecting how your relationship similarly flew by, you hastily wiped the tears that had fallen upon your cheeks as you leant back in your chair accepting what you had believed to be true.

You had lost your everything.

The cheers of the crowd is echoing in your ears as you aimlessly pace around backstage. The first concert of a tour was always the most daunting, yet this one was easily the most terrifying as you brain continued to run a million miles a minute. With your music beginning to play and getting the signal to walk on, you suck in one last breath before you stride out on to the stage, a large smile plastered on your face - fake or real? you had no idea

As you sung your usual setlist, it proved to thankfully be a great distraction from the thoughts and emotions that awaited you off the stage.

The audience erupted in loud cheers as the beginning of one of your hit songs, 'Romantic Homicide', started to play. You'd written it years before meeting Jenna, shortly after being cheated on by your previous partner. When you produced it, you were in a very dark place, one that Jenna had helped you get out of. However, as you stood on stage, bright lights shining in your eyes and cheers echoing in your ears, your heart couldn't help but ache as you realised the song was beginning to reflect your relationship with Jenna.

I'm scared

It feels like you don't care

As you started to sing the lyrics, the waves of emotion washing over you, you look out into the crowd as you pour your heart and soul into the song. As you scan the crowd, your eyes catch a familiar face within the mosh, and as you take a double take, your heart simultaneously soars and drops.

Enlighten me, my dear

Why am I still here?

Jenna was in the crowd and looking directly at you. As your eyes met hers, she gave you a small sad smile as she slowly swayed to the music. What you couldn't tell however was that she was thinking the same as you. As your lyrics echo in her ears, her heart skips a beat as she too realises that the lyrics suddenly seem all to familiar.

I don't mean to be complacent with the decisions you made

But why?

She watches as you rip your eyes off of her, instead deciding to look out to the general crowd, and as you do so, a tear slips down her cheek. She remembers vividly the state you were in when she met you

Rock bottom.

When she had first heard the song she was in disbelief as to how someone could have made you feel this way. When she had helped you heal, she had sworn to never let you reach that state again.

Yet here she was.

In the back of my mind

You died

And I didn't even cry

No, not a single tear

And I'm sick of waiting patiently for someone that won't even arrive

After spotting Jenna amongst the crowd, your emotions were almost impossible to contain, yet as you continued to sing, you channelled all of your frustration and sadness into the lyrics. Watching the crowd be simultaneously overcome with emotion, you risked a glance in Jenna's direction. As the stage lights gently reflected on her face, you could see the tears that ran down her cheeks. Whilst you felt some gratification in seeing her emotional, your heart also clenched at the sight.

In the back of my mind

I killed you

And I didn't even even regret it

I can't believe I said it

But it's true

I hate you

Walking off the stage and into your changing room, the cheering slowly fading in the background, you take a deep breath as you try to compose yourself, your heart racing and head spinning as you clock that Jenna was actually here. Why was she here?

Just as that question came to mind, you heard a soft knock at your door. Your heart dropped at the thought of who it could be. Unsure as to whether you wanted it to be her or not, you opened the door slowly, revealing your girlfriend. Your breath instantly hitched in your throat as you took in her figure.

Dressed in a pair of loose suit pants and a casual blazer on top of a white tee, she nervously stood in front of you as she fidgeted with her hands. "Can I come in?" she asked meekly. "Yeah" you sighed as you stood to the side and gestured her in. She hesitantly walks in, her eyes taking in the decor of the room as she makes her way towards your small couch. She timidly takes a seat as her eyes continue to seemingly avoid you.

"What are you doing here?" leaning against your vanity, you break the tense silence as she finally looks at you, tears evident in her eyes. "I came here for you" she speaks tentatively after a moment. "That's a first" you faintly scoff as you rub a hand across your face. You hear her take a laboured breath at your response before she stands up and hesitantly walks towards you, attempting to find your eyes with hers.

"Y/n...I came here for you, and that's the truth." she whispers as she stops just in front of you, her hands twitching in temptation to touch you. You suck in a sharp breath as you lift your head up, tears slowly falling as you finally let them slip. She hesitantly reaches a hand up to your cheek, very gently wiping away your tears, when, to her surprise, you lean into her touch.

"I fucked up... I hurt you... and I made you feel as though you didn't matter to me." her cries starting to obstruct her apology. "But you do. You mean so fucking much to me and I... I don't know what I would do without you a-and I don't want to even think about what I would do.". At this point she is sobbing as you reach your hand to grasp her spare one, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"I shouldn't have ignored you like that I... I should never have made that comment about dating Percy I would never do that. I don't see him like that I promise... I would never do that to you Y/n I swear." Your heart clenched at her words. She knew she fucked up and that was enough for you - after all you were equally to blame. Having enough of her desperate yet oddly adorable rambling, you wrap her in a crushing embrace to which she instantly melts into. She hides herself in the crook of your neck as she continues to sob, whispering "I'm sorry"s into you as you cradled her head.

With her arms wrapped tightly around your waist, you bury your head into her shoulder as you bathe in the comfort that her presence brings. "It's ok" is all you say as her sobs cease into sniffles, your shirt wet with her tears. "I love you, it's ok" "Thank y-you. I love you so m-much" you squeeze her tighter at her words, not willing to let go anytime soon.

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applejuicefruit · 1 year

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Hello dear, I am in love with your writings. Could you pretty please write something about reader trying to move on from her previous relationship and Kylian being there for her. Or may be something like where Kylian asks the reader to choose between him and her ex. Some angst stuff.

Thank You

Hiii thank you for requesting this ⭐️

I hope you like it ❤️

Let’s pretend your boyfriend in this one is named Carl 🌚 he’s useless by the way

Forbidden Love

Kylian was your best friend. You’ve been best friends since when you were kids. You would play football with him and he would let you practice make up on his face. His parents loved you and your parents loved him.

You were inseparable. Until you grew up.

You were still best friends but due to the fact that he was one of the most football players in the world and you were always busy with university it was basically impossible for you two see each other every single day.

You were also dating and Kylian always tried to avoid you when you were out with your boyfriend, you’ve never understood why.

Your boyfriend Carl was everything you ever dreamed of. He was kind and sweet, passionate and loyal.

You’ve been dating for over two years, you moved into your first apartment together just a couple of months ago and you couldn’t be happier. Or so you thought.

One night you were getting home late from university because you stayed a little bit more to help some friends study and due to the fact that it was raining so bad and you got stuck into the parisian traffic at 9 pm.

Of course you told Carl you were getting home later than usual but poor boy, he thought you were getting home around midnight so he had the brilliant idea of inviting a “friend” over.

You didn’t know.

So when you got home instead of being welcomed by the arms of your boyfriend you got welcomed with moans coming from your bedroom.

You dropped everything on the floor and went straight into the bedroom and the moment you opened the door you saw something you’ve never wished to see.

Carl on top of her best friend praising her and loaning her name like he did with you.

They were so lost in each other that they didn’t even hear you.

“Carl?” you called him in a soft voice hoping this was only a joke

“Babe-babe what are you doing here? he asked, face full of worry now

“I live here…or so I thought”

“No baby it’s not what it looks like” he tried to excuse himself

“No I think it’s perfectly clear…” you said with eyes full of tears “I’ll come back tomorrow to pack all of my things” and with that you left the room, him chasing you

“No baby let’s talk about it”

“There’s nothing to talk about Carl…I only hope she was worth it” you said leaving your apartment. Legally it was his apartment, he was the one who signed all the papers so you had one night to figure out where to live for the rest of your life.

You went straight into your car, forgetting your umbrella at home and getting soaked by the heavy rain.

You started driving with nowhere to go.

You wanted to cry and scream but you had to remain focused on the road.

While you were driving in the pouring rain you called the only person you could think of.

“Hello?” the voice on the other side of the phone responded. It sounded like he was resting or sleeping and you felt so bad for bothering him but you had no one in that moment

“Kylian?” you called him, you voice cracking

“Hey y/n are you okay?” he asked immediately worried when he heard your voice

“Yes. No” you sobbed

“Chèrie where are you? Do you want me to pick you up?” he sounded worried and you felt so bad for making him worrying for basically nothing

“No…I’m driving” you cried harder

“You shouldn’t be driving in this weather, where are you?”

“I just passed the Eiffel Tower, I have no idea where I’m going honestly” you said, your voice soft and low

“Honey I need you to focus…are you hurt? Drunk? Did something happened?”

“No Kylian…yes something happened I just-“ you sobbed harder “I don’t know what to do…” you sounded desperate but truth was you wanted only your best friend comfort in that moment

“Y/n honey I’ll pick you up”

“No don’t worry about it…I shouldn’t have called you” you said feeling guilty

“You’re my best friend and I’m here for you, no matter what, if you don’t want to to pick you up at least come to my place…I don’t like you driving in the pouring rain when it’s so dark outside” he said honestly

“Are you sure?”

“Yes of course, I’ll wait for you”

“Thank you” you said hanging up

Just ten minutes later and you were in front of Kylian’s house debating if you should go inside or not.

Eventually you got out of your car and let rain soaking your hair and dress. You knocked on Kylian’s door and just two seconds later he opened his door for you.

“Y/n-shit what happened?” he asked you and looked at you with a concerned face. Your eyes were wet from crying, your mascara all over your face, you were shivering from the cold and the rain, your hair completely ruined by the rain and you couldn’t stop sobbing.

“Come here” he said letting you inside and hugging you

“I’m gonna get all of your clothes dirty” you said

“I don’t care about my clothes in this moment, honey what happened?” he looked straight into your eyes feeling he already knew the answer but waited for you to talk

“It’s my fault honestly…” you said not knowing where to begin

“Princess calm down…you know what? Go and take a shower, I’ll give some of my clothes so you can change and then we’ll talk, okay?” he asked you softly and you simply nodded to traumatised to even talk.

You showered and then sat next to Kylian on the couch.

He gave you a cup of tea to drink.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked looking at you and you simply nodded “can you tell me what’s going on? why were you driving in this weather instead of being at home?” he asked you concerned

“he cheated” you said taking a deep breath “and i saw him, cheating on me…with his best friend, they were” and tears started to falling out of your eyes again “he fucked her, in our bed…in our bedroom, my safe place and he wasn’t even sorry” you kept sobbing and Kylian put his arms around you in a comforting hug.

He was so mad at your boyfriend. He had the most precious and kind woman by his side and he dared to cheat? It wasn’t a secret Kylian had a crush on you. Everyone knew. His family knew, his friend knew, everyone except you.

But he never said anything because he saw how Carl made you happy even if right now he just wanted to punch him in the face. He had no right to make you suffer like this. Kylian was so mad he was shaking but he tried to calm down because in that moment you needed him.

“He’s a dick” Kylian said “he doesn’t deserve you, he doesn’t deserve your tears y/n. You deserve so much more”

“I know but still…it hurts” you sobbed against his shoulder while his hand was massaging your back “I really loved him and I still love him” you confessed and in that moment Kylian’s heart broke “you can’t stop loving someone in one night…but I thought he was happy…”

“It’s not your fault y/n…he’s the one who decided to fuck up two years of relationship” he reassured you

“You should have seen her…his best friend, she’s gorgeous. Tall, slim, perfect eyes and long hair, full of confidence. You would be in love with her too” you said “she’s just perfect, everything I’m not”

“No don’t say this. You’re beautiful y/n, more than what you think” he said looking straight into your eyes

“You’re saying this because you’re my best friend Kylian”

“I’m saying this because it’s true” he cupped your cheek wiping your tears “you’re so beautiful in and out and you deserve so much better than this. You deserve someone who loves you, respects you, worships you and puts you first…cheaters will cheat, it’s in their dna, so don’t ever think again that it was your fault okay?”

“okay” you said smiling a bit “but I told him I would get all of my stuff from the apartment, Kylian I have nowhere to go”

“You can stay here. I’ll give you my guest bedroom and you can’t say no. We’ll have sleepovers like when we were kids, just say yes”

“Okay fine” you laughed

“Perfect. I’ll get your stuff tomorrow so you don’t have to see him again” he said hoping you would agree with his idea because he didn’t want you to see Carl again.

“You sure?”

“Yes I’m sure” he said confidently

“Okay thanks” you hugged him again “you’re the best! Literally the best friend I could ever ask for…thank you so much Kylian”

He smiled at you, trying not to show you his sad face and his heart breaking. He really wanted to be more than friends but right now you weren’t in the right mindset and he was fine with being just your best friend and support you in any way.

Kylian wrapped his arms around you and let you rest in his arms, stroking your hair and massaging your arm. He was happy to have you there so you could spend more time together. Someday you’ll see what you could have with Kylian, and not only as best friends but maybe something more.

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madychi · 2 years

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List of Random ROTTMNT headcanons/ rando ideas

Raph and Donnie duo! Pt.1 Because I love these two in Rottmnt and they need mire moments I-

Raph has dubbed their little duo “Jam Bros”. His thought process? Red and Purple, Cherry and Grape. Jam. Jam Bros! At first Donnie was against it, but it grew on him over time.

With Mikey wanting to be considered a big boy now, Raph has turned to calling Donnie his baby brother. Donnie would sooner die than admit he loves it.

Raph knows Donnie is very touch repulsed, and likes to be the one initiating and sort of physical contact, so he’ll orbit around Donnie and let him come to him.

Donnie, as a young turtle tot, felt safest around Raph (Raph rasied them as tots for the most part because Splinter was depresso you can pry this headcanon from my cold dead hands-) and always clung to him more than the others.

Once as turtle tots food ran out in the lair, and Splinter refused to go out for more because he had food stored away for himself. A few days in and Leo had had enough, sneaking off with Mikey to get food from the surface, leaving Raph and Donnie alone. Raph spent that time comforting a hungry delirious Donnie who was insisting Raph and the others just eat him. They did not eat him. They ate a totally not stolen pizza.

After stressful all nighters Donnie likes to sneak into Raph’s room and pancake on his bed under his stuffed animals. The calming Raph smell knocks him out. Raph knows when he enters his room and sees Donnie pancaked on his bed, the bed is no longer his. He will have to sleep on the floor. He legally can’t disturb the pancake. But occasionally he will set up his basking lamp over the bed for Don. Raph usually gets extra hugs afterwards.

Raph was once perusing the interwebs and found an alligator snapping turtle live feeding video. Out of curiosity he watched it. All was good until the owner of the turtle dropped a baby spiny softshell turtle in the tank to be eaten. Raph avoided Donnie for a week after witnessing that, until Donnie cornered him for answers. Raph broke down sobbing and saying he didn’t want to eat him. Don was confused until Raph showed him the video. Donnie rolled his eyes at the ridiculousness of the situation and told Raph to open his mouth. When he did Donnie put his neck right in there, terrifying Raph. But after a few minutes he got what Don was doing. If there was really a chance he’d eat him, then he would’ve done it right then and there. It was reassuring, and a bit unnerving.

Raph once woke up to find Donnie had pancaked on top of him. He managed to text his brothers and let them know he legally couldn’t move and sent pics.

Donnie modelled his first ever battle shell after Raph’s shell. He still has it stored away somewhere.

Donnie once woke up to find Raph cuddling him. Don was no fool, he knew his fate. He messaged his brothers to let them know his tragic fate and then went right back to sleep.

Hm idea for A Raph and Donnie centric episode! (Or fanfic in my case ;3)! The duo wake up and find that they’ve been captured by the Purple Dragons and placed in a sort of Escape room type building, separated but given a communicator to talk to each other. The goal? Escape. The catch? Raph has special cuffs on that weigh him down so much he can’t punch his way to freedom. Meanwhile Donnie has a shock collar on that activates the second he tried to think his way out. So the two must work together, Raph having to rely on his brain to save the two of them while Donnie has to rely on his physical advantages.

I see a lot of angst about Donnie’s first soft shell ouchie being Raph’s fault or indirectly Raph’s fault. But like lets be real. Splinter definitely gave Raphael a long serious talk about how delicate Donnie was. Raph treated him like he was more breakable then glass. To the point where it was overbearing and Donnie was constantly smothered with protection. One day Don had enough and climbed up the onto the highest surface, the fridge, and explained to Raph that he needed to tone down on the overprotectiveness or he wouldn’t come down. Raph agreed, and Don climbed on down only to loose his grip and fall right onto his shell. Raph took back his agreement and babied Donnie until he was ten.

Pt. 2: Here

#rottmnt donatello #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt raphael #rottmnt raph #rise donatello #rise raph #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rottmnt headcanons #raph and donnie #jam bros #rottmnt

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yutahoes · 1 year

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MAIN CHARACTER

word count: 1k words

summary: Watching High and Low the Worst X.

warnings: High and Low movie spoilers, mild language, suggestive content

a/n: Wow, Tumblr changed a lot. I don't know how to post anymore.😅 Anyways, this is a small gift for all the readers who still kept on encouraging me to write and sent me messages during the time I wasn't here. 🥰 An attempt in writing has been made. I'm sorry if this isn't much or it isn't that good, I'm honestly taking baby steps in writing again. I hope you like this short fic. ❤

"Am I just a pawn? I thought we were friends." You stifled a sob at the statement. Ryo had always been there for Amagai yet he calls his friend a pawn. How despicable! It doesn't help that you hated Amagai and his bossy attitude.

As the movie progressed, you felt tears running down your cheeks. This should be an action movie. Why are you even crying?

"I'm home." You heard the door open, followed by your boyfriend's voice. Hastily, you dried your tears. He cannot see you in this state. But you just saw him stop in his tracks, staring at you in worry before you could bundle up your favorite fleece blanket. "What happened?"

Instead of hiding it, you cried louder. The images on the TV screen showed three men fighting, your favorite character looking really beaten up. "Why is Ryo like that?" You whined. "Although they grew up together, Amagai clearly told Ryo that he's just his pawn. Why would he hurt himself for that annoying jerk?" Your boyfriend sighed, dropping his duffel bag on the floor, before sitting beside you on the couch. He stretched his arm out for you, brushing your hair to calm you down. “And why would they hurt Ryo like that? In the face? Really? He’s so handsome to be hit like that.”

The guy beside you chuckled. "I knew getting that Blu-Ray would be bad for you." You watched how Fujio and Ryo fought. Every punch and kick makes your heart ache. When Amagai lunged a knife at Fujio and Ryo was seen on the screen, you gasped. Your hand covered your mouth while watching your favorite character be emotional, trying to hide the fact that you’re as emotional as the person on the screen.

Your boyfriend held your shoulder, pulling you closer as you sobbed uncontrollably. “Are you really that emotional over this movie?” You mumbled a yes which made him chuckle. “You’ve watched it like five times already.”

“Seventh.” You corrected. His laughter echoed through the room. “My favorite character is hurting, what do you expect? Why must Ryo get hurt like that?” You cried.

His hand on your back comforted you, his warm breathing against your ear slowly calming you down. “I’m now starting to question if you like Ryo more than me.”

It was your turn to chuckle lightly. “Probably.”

“Yah!” Your boyfriend revolted, poking your side to tickle you.

You held both his cheeks, staring intently at him. Although they look the same, how can the person on the screen be different from the guy you’re looking at right now? “Were you hurt…” You asked innocently, “...when they punched you?”

Yuta smiled then shook his head, “It was a choreographed fight scene. I didn’t get hurt but just pretended that I did.” He reasoned out then grinned proudly. “Seeing how you empathized with my character, I think I did a great job.”

You nodded. He did.

You were just in awe at how amazing he is the first time you watched the movie. It was the reason why you kept on repeating watching the same movie even though you knew what would happen in the end. Yuta is an amazing actor, no doubt about that. “You should act some more.” He smiled, nodding at you. “But can you refrain from doing action movies? I don’t want to watch your pretty face getting hurt.”

He chuckled, patting the top of your head. “Shall I do romance instead?”

“Then I’ll definitely leave you for Ryo Suzaki.”

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It was a tiring day. You let out a heavy sigh when you sat on the couch and then noticed the apartment keys on the table. Is Yuta home? He doesn’t have any schedules today? Maybe he’s sleeping. “Yuta?” You asked, not lifting your body from the couch.

The door to your bedroom opened and out came a man with black hair, a red jacket, and red pants. He grinned at your stunned face, raising an eyebrow when you suddenly stood up from the couch. “Suzaki Ryo!”

“Wow,” Yuta exclaimed. “You’re really that excited seeing Ryo? It’s making me jealous.” He then chuckled at your unwavering stare. The man you’re just watching on TV, in front of you. Why is Yuta wearing that uniform? And did he suddenly change his hair?

“The Senomon uniform looks good on you. It just feels weird seeing you smiling wearing that uniform.” Yuta giggled. “And without bruises or cuts on your face.”

Yuta walked in front of you, cupping your face with his hands. “I know it’s a tiring day and I wanted you to have a memorable date with your favorite character.” A grin can be seen on your face. “You look so happy now that I want to erase the existence of Ryo Suzaki so badly.” You giggled. You love it when Yuta is jealous. It makes you feel loved. Not that he didn’t tell you how much he loves you, but there’s something about this gorgeous man getting jealous that someone else is taking you away from him. Like how a main character in a movie feels. “So what do you want to do, baby?”

“I want to watch a movie.” He gave you a tired, annoyed look. “Let’s watch High and Low.” You quickly opened the television and the player. You can hear Yuta mumbling, while sitting on the couch, about Ryo being in front of you yet you’re opting to watch a movie. “It’s not just Ryo who I liked in the movie,” you teased. “I also want to see Yuken’s body.”

Yuta laughed. “That’s very likely of you.” He leaned closer, slowly undoing the buttons of his uniform that showed his black tank top underneath. “You know, Ryo has a better body than Yuken.”

You covered him with your favorite blanket while giggling at his attempt. “Ryo.” You called that made your boyfriend roll his eyes in obvious annoyance. “Don’t tempt me.” Yuta rolled his head back, laughing at that statement, wrapping you in his arms. “Although I have a huge crush on you, I’m still Yuta’s.”

“Yeah, you are.” He mumbled. “And Yuta will go all Ryo if someone takes you away from him.”

You smiled. You definitely are the main character in this movie.

#yuta #yuta nakamoto #nakamoto yuta #nct 127 yuta #nct yuta #yuta fluff #yuta nakamoto fluff #nakamoto yuta fluff

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 7 months

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To Keep Fighting Part Two

A/N: It took longer than it is, but here is part two. I have decided that there is going to be an epilogue.

@estrellami-1 @goodolefashionedloverboi @wonderland-girl143-blog

Part One

Steve lay on the floor, breathing heavily as his mother wiped his nose. She was still crying a little, her hands shaking.

"You scared the hell out of your mother, son," John said weakly.

"Sorry," Steve said.

"What did you mean when you said that Eddie's alive, boy?" Wayne asked. "Your folks just told me he was dead."

"He did die, but he's back now, and I think he's being controlled by Vecna - Henry Creel," Steve said.

"Love, I know how much you want him to be alive," Maggie said softly.

"Ma, please . . . ," Steve said.

"Okay, okay . . . If you say he's back, then I believe you," Maggie said and stroked his cheek. "It's okay."

"Mammy . . . I don't feel good," Steve said weakly.

He stood up and started walking towards the kitchen. He barely made it to the kitchen before he threw up black sludge in the sink.

"Oh my god!" Maggie shrieked.

"You have to set it on fire!" Steve yelled. "Fire!"

"Back up!" John yelled. "I got this!"

They watched as he poured alcohol over the sludge and then dropped a match. It exploded into flames, and Steve screamed in pain. He felt like his insides were burning.

"It's still inside of me!" Steve yelled.

"What do we do?!" Maggie cried.

"When Will was possessed by the Mind Flayer, Joyce took him to him to Hopper's cabin and basically turned it into a sauna," Steve gasped, leaning heavily against his mother. "It doesn't like the heat."

"Is this what this is?" Maggie asked.

"I don't know, but you have to tie me down," Steve said. "Whatever it is, fire is the best way to get rid of it."

"Well, okay, let's crank up the heat," John said, clapping his hands together.

"Karen, maybe we should take Holly home," Ted said.

"With the air like it is?" Karen asked.

"Karen, there's a bunch of games in the basement and a TV if you don't want to leave. It's also soundproof," Maggie said. "It's where Steve and the kids like to hang out. They get a little loud."

"Thank you," Karen said softly. "Steve’s going to be okay. He's strong."

"Thanks, Karen," Maggie said gratefully.

"Ted, you're going to stay here and help," Karen said and then let Maggie her show her the basement with Holly.

"Let's get the fireplaces going," John said. "I think there's some rope in the shed out back."

Charles and Ted dragged a chair into the living room. Sue and Claudia helped Steve into the same room, setting him in the chair. John got to work to make the room as hot as possible. Claudia held onto Steve's hand tightly, her bottom lip trembling.

"You're going to be okay," Claudia said.

"I know," Steve said. "No reason to cry over me, Claudia. I'm going to be okay."

"You're very brave," Sue sniffled. "I'm going to get the rope."

Claudia pressed a kiss to Steve's hair and then let Maggie take her place when she came back into the room.

"You've got a lot of people who love you, sweetheart," Maggie said kneeling next to him. "Which is why you're going to fight this, okay?"

"I know, Ma," he said softly. "I'm scared."

"Me too," Maggie said. "I love you."

"I love you too, Mammy," Steve said.

"Do you remember the last time that you called me that?" Maggie asked. "You were just a little lad, your eyes bigger than yourself. Then you sprouted up like a weed and it was just Ma."

"You're always my Mammy," Steve sniffled.

"My sweet boy," Maggie sobbed.

Sue came back with the ropes and with Maggie, they began to tie him to the chair. Maggie was tying his feet to the chair when she laughed, tickling his feet.

"Ma!" Steve laughed.

"I remember when you were little and I used to tickle your feet," she said.

"Yeah, you used to say that I would inherit your Da's giant feet," Steve said.

"And you did," Maggie laughed. "Ma used to joke that his feet were as big as his ego."

The room grew warmer as John stoked the fires. Steve tried to squirm in his seat, to fight against the ropes. Something inside of him didn't like what was happening. John grabbed a bunch of heaters from the basement and centered them around Steve, cranking them as high as possible.

"None of you have to be here for this," Steve said, looking at Sue and Claudia.

"After everything that you've done for our children, how could we leave you like this?" Sue asked.

"Son, you have put your life on the line for them many times," Charles said. "After your parents informed us of what happened, we talked to the kids. They told us everything."

"Dustin and Lucas wouldn't stop talking about you," Claudia said. "All of us are so proud of you and we're all going to be here while you fight this."

"So, shut up and let us be here for you," Sue said.

It grew painful and whatever was inside of him, was screaming. It wanted to stay. Suddenly there was laughter inside of his head. It was dark and cold, trying to wedge itself to the forefront of his mind. It was trying to take him over. Steve gritted his teeth and focused on the weeping face of his mother, and he thought of Robin. She was his best friend, and he knew that they would soon be here. Oh, God, he didn't want to her to see him like this. He thought of Dustin, who would also be here. They needed to hurry this up.

"Everyone's going to be here soon," Steve said weakly. "I don't want Dustin to see me like this. I don't want the kids to see me like this. They've been through enough. I need someone to grab the poker and put it into the fire then press it against my skin."

"No!" John and Maggie said.

"This thing needs to get out. You should probably grab some buckets and be prepared to light this thing on fire," Steve said. "If I'm going to be puking this thing out. Please!"

Everyone rushed to grab a couple of metal buckets and matches. The laughter grew loudly in his head. John stood in front of him, a poker in his hand. John's hand shook, his eyes filing with unshed tears as he stood in front of his son.

"You don't have to be the one to do this, John," Charles said. "Let someone else do it for you."

"No, I need to be the one to help my son," John said.

"Dad. . . "

"It's okay, my boy, it's going to be okay," he said.

John's hand still trembled, sweat pouring down the side of his head. Everyone was covered in sweat now. It was Wayne who stepped forward and took the poker from his hand.

"Let me do something," Wayne said and it was now him standing before Steve. "Sorry, kid, I don't even know you."

"Maybe that's best," Steve laughed.

Wayne pressed the poker into Steve's skin and Steve screamed. The thing inside of him screamed louder. Darkness grew at the edges of his vision and then suddenly, it was like someone else had taken over, but Steve could still everything that was going on.

"You are pathetic!" The thing screamed. "You couldn't kill me the first time. What makes you can do it this time?"

"Vecna," Maggie said with wide eyes.

"Is that what they've been calling me?" He laughed. "Not bad."

"Get the hell out of my son!" Maggie said.

She grabbed the poker and kept pressed against Steve's skin. His veins turned black as Vecna used Steve's voice to scream. His head dropped and he went still. Maggie pulled back with the poker. Vecna started laughing.

"Did you really think that it would be that easy?" Vecna asked. "To put your mind at ease, your son will soon be dead. The virus will take over his body allowing me to possess him freely with the help of my new puppet. According to my other puppet, it's what he would call . . . vampirism. A vampire, a member of the undead. Who knows? I may keep his body permanently. It's a nice body."

Maggie snarled, her face a twisted fury, and she pressed the poker to his cheek. Vecna laughed and let go of Steve's body. Suddenly, Steve was in control of his body again.

"I'm going to be sick," Steve said. "Mammy."

Claudia rushed forward with a large metal bucket and held it out under him. Steve puked into the bucket, depositing black sludge into the bucket. It was near to full. Charles took out and burned it. He came back in rather quickly.

"I burned it. Did he feel it?" Charles asked.

"No, I felt nothing. It's gone," Steve said weakly, his nose bleeding. "It's all gone."

John and Maggie untied their son from the chair. He relaxed to the floor and let his parents pull him into their arms. Meanwhile, everyone else worked to put out the fire, clean up, and literally do anything else to give the parents some time with their son.

"It's okay, we're here. We're here," John cried into his son's hair. "We're never going anywhere ever again. We promise."

The doorbell rang. Claudia rushed to answer the door. Steve blinked sleepily and tilted his head slightly when he heard Dustin's voice.

"It sure is warm in here. Why is it so warm in here?" Dustin asked and they heard Claudia burst into tears. "Mom?"

Everyone else spilled into the living room. Joyce and Hopper were at the front of the group, staring down at the family on the floor. The edges of Steve's vision were growing dark.

"What the hell happened?" Hopper asked before Steve lost consciousness.

A FEW DAYS LATER. . .

The sky in Hawkins was now red and lightning flashed amongst the dark, rolling clouds. Steve couldn't remember the last time that he had seen the sun. He missed it. He stared out the window of his bedroom. It's been a few days since the virus left Steve but every so often, he had this feeling that something dark was lurking in the shadows. They hadn't heard from Vecna or heard from Eddie either. Hopper still had his doubts that Eddie was alive, as did Ted. Dustin and Wayne were more than willing to believe him. Even with how dark the town was now; Dustin had more hope than anyone now. Even though Max was still in a coma.

Steve was feeling a lot better now that the vampirius, as Dustin so aptly named it, wasn't running rampant throughout his body. His burns, bites, and rash still hurt, but they were no longer killing them. They only thing that was really killing him was the emotional pain that was left behind, knowing that they were doing nothing to try to save Eddie. Focusing on Vecna and closing the gates were the most important things. He was furious about that, along with Dustin, Wayne, and his parents, but he knew that Hopper was probably right.

He sighed. He missed the sun. Even if things were back to normal, he still wouldn't see it right now. It was nighttime and he was supposed to be asleep along with everyone else in the house. Due to the apocalypse running throughout the town, Steve's house had turned into a refugee camp. The Hopper-Byers were sleeping here as well as Wayne and the Hendersons. Dustin had refused to leave his side after what happened. Robin was staying here too, due to the fact that her parents were unable to come back to town when they left to visit a friend.

Steve. . .

"Eddie?" Steve asked, whirling around.

He hadn't heard from Eddie in a few days. The voice called for him again. It sounded weird. . .a lot colder. Steve wondered downstairs, the sound getting louder. He headed towards the back door. It sounded like he was calling him from out by the pool. A loud snore startled him. Jesus, Hopper was loud. Steve paused before heading out the back door. There was someone resting in one of the lawn chairs. He got closer and stopped. It was Eddie. He grinned, his skin gray and his eyes red.

"Steve Harrington," he said, his voice cold. "You know, I've seen you bouncing around in here. You're a lot prettier in person."

"Why are you acting like this is the first time we met?" Steve asked.

"Oh. Do you think that I'm Eddie?" He asked.

"Vecna?" Steve asked.

"Oh, no, I'm not the boss. I'm something else entirely," he said and shook his head. "I'm not Eddie either, but he sure is screaming in here. I might have let him get a glimpse of what I am going to do to you. He is not a happy camper."

"What are you going to do to me?" Steve asked.

"Oh, the boss wants you gone. If he doesn't get you as his pet, then no one gets you," Kas cackled, and in a flash, he had him up against the wall. "Unfortunately, the boss man said not to play with my food. He did say I could eat you, though, and Daddy is very hungry."

Kas rolled out his long, black tongue and flicked it at Steve.

"Anything else of yours that's bigger than it should be?" Steve asked darkly as he squirmed under Kas's hold.

"Steve Harrington, are you flirting with me?" Kas asked.

"I don't know, would flirting with you convince you not to kill me?" Steve asked.

"I like you, Steve," Kas purred. "It's a damn shame that I have to kill you."

Kas bared his fangs and bit into his neck. Steve yelped. Kas hissed and jumped back, Steve’s blood on his lips.

"What? Do I taste bad?" He asked.

"Oh, Eddie is fighting like hell. Man, he can fight for what's his," Kas laughed. "I guess this is going to have to be quick."

Kas drew out his claws and slapped a hand over his mouth before slamming his claws right into Steve’s stomach. Steve let out a muffled holler. Kas grinned at him, removed his claws, and moved to slam them back in when Kas groaned. Kas stumbled back and collapsed to the ground, clutching his head. Kas moaned loudly, scowling. Steve slid to the floor, clutching his stomach as he watched him.

"No, mine!" Kas growled.

His entire body seized, and his eyes rolled back in his head. He went still, and then his eyes closed. A moment later, his eyes flew up, and he gasped, the red eyes fading to brown. He sat up, looking at Steve, and crawled over to him. Looking into his eyes, Steve knew that the body now belonged to the original owner.

"Eddie," Steve smiled.

It hurt, his stomach. It hurt a lot more than the bites, and he knew his claws had sunk in deep.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I should have fought harder," Eddie sobbed and pulled him into his arms.

"It wasn't you. It wasn't your fault. You fought, Eddie, you fought," Steve said. "Continue to fight."

"Fuck this. You're not going to die," Eddie cried.

Steve watched in alarm and watched as giant wings snapped out of Eddie's back. Eddie picked him up effortlessly. He flew up and into the sky.

"Eddie. . ."

"Hold on, baby, I'm getting you help," Eddie said.

"Angel. . . " Steve muttered.

"Pretty sure that I'm a vampire," Eddie replied.

"Is it too soon?" Steve asked, the wind rushing all around him.

"Is what too soon?" Eddie asked.

"To say that I love you," he said, and then he fell asleep.

Steve was dreaming. He was sure of it. There was a huge battle in the center of town, amongst the wreckage. Vecna was front and center. Everyone was fighting against the onslaught of demogorgons and demobats that he was sending their way. His parents and the rest of his family were amongst the fighters. Vecna grinned, and suddenly, his family was dying. Eddie stood beside him as Kas. What message was Vecna trying to send? Oh, he didn't know. He didn't know that Eddie was free and Kas was dead. Steve had to help.

He gasped and opened his eyes. He blinked rapidly. He was in the hospital. Shit, he was alive? Maybe his claws didn't hit as far as he thought they had. Steve looked around the room. There was no Eddie in sight. Shit. There was no one in the room. No one at all. Steve groaned and managed to pull himself up. Okay, maybe he hadn't been as hurt as he thought. He disconnected himself away from the machines and IVs before slipping out of the bed. His clothes were folded on the chair, and he pulled them on carefully. The hospital was busy, too busy for anyone to see him sneak out. He walked outside and luckily found a car that someone had forgotten to lock. Steve smiled as he remembered watching Eddie's hands work as he leaned against him. He did exactly what he watched Eddie. He whooped when he managed to start the car.

"Wonder what else those lovely hands can teach me," Steve muttered with a smirk.

He drove towards the center of town, and everyone was there. Steve got out of the car and leaned against it, clutching his stomach. They were fighting, but Vecna hadn't shown up yet, nor had Eddie. Oh, Steve had spoken too soon. Vecna strolled onto the scene with Eddie following after.

"You can not win this fight," Vecna said. "Not against me and my little puppets."

El walked forward and raised her hand. She paused when Eddie started laughing.

"Oh. Henry, you think that I'm still yours. No, Kas is dead," Eddie laughed. "No, you didn't factor in the one thing that's more powerful than you."

"What's that?" Vecna scowled.

"Love," Eddie grinned, and then his expression grew dark. "And you tried to use Kas to kill the man that I love."

Eddie rushed forward and ripped out his throat. He continued to chew through his viney neck until he came to the end, and he was holding Vecna's head in his hands. He dropped it with a grimace. The ground shook, and another earthquake hit Hawkins. The ground opened up for a moment, vines pulling Vecna's body in, almost as if the Upside Down was eating him as well as the dead bodies of the bats and the dogs. The red sky started to dissipate, the lightning coming to a complete stop. The sun started to peak over the horizon. Everyone was staring at Eddie. Steve stumbled forward.

"Eddie. . . "

"Stevie, you're alive!" Eddie grinned and moved forward to catch him before he hit the floor, wrapping his arms around his waist to hold him up. "Gotchya."

"You saved us," Steve grinned.

Eddie grinned and moved forward to kiss him when Steve wedged a hand between their faces.

"No kisses?" Eddie whimpered, his brown eyes soft and wide.

"You still have a bit of Vecna in your mouth," Steve said, scrunching up his nose. "I'm not kissing you until every bit of him is gone."

Eddie laughed. Steve pressed a hard kiss to his cheek.

"When did this happen?!" Mike shrieked.

"Oh, Mike, you have missed so much!" Dustin exclaimed. "Isn't this great?"

"I mean, yeah, I guess. Happy for them," Mike said bitterly.

"Why do you sound disappointed?" Dustin asked. "Mike?!"

"You love me?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, I do," Eddie said. "You love me too."

Steve managed to pull himself away from Eddie long to be pulled into a hug by his parents as well as the kids and Robin. Meanwhile, Eddie was being hugged tightly by Wayne. The gates were closed, but the damage was done. The town, as well as the people, needed to be rebuilt. Max had woken up as Vecna had died, her eyesight intact, well, not as great as they used to be. She was definitely going to need glasses. She still had some healing to do, but she was alive. They tried to get Steve to go back to the hospital, but all he wanted to do was to lay in his own bed, particularly with Eddie after he had a good shower. Steve got his wish and was now settled in the safety of his boyfriend's arms.

"You sure you don't want to go back to the hospital?" Eddie asked.

"If I show signs of infection, then I'll go back, okay?" Steve said sleepily. "I just want to be home."

His bedroom was open, so the sounds from downstairs could filter through. Steve’s eyes closed, falling asleep to the sound of his lover's slow vampire heartbeat and the sound of his family celebrating in the living room.

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #joseph quinn #eddie stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson lives #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fanfiction

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hyperfixatedfandomer · 1 year

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An EXTREMELY angsty Spider and Quaritch thought #2

I woke up today and chose violence SO let’s set the scene

The final standoff at the end of the second movie. Quaritch and Neytiri are both holding each-other’s children at knifepoint while they themselves, in terror, beg their parents not to hurt them.

“You really think I care about some kid? He’s not mine” Quaritch tries to bluff his way out of the situation in a last ditch effort to shake that bond he’d built with his son in these months and complete the mission. All that while a small part of him screams to let the damn girl go, that the mission is not fucking worth it, and fatherly panic crosses his face for a moment, allowing Kiri’s mother to see right through his lies.

She raises the knife over Spider, and Kiri cries louder, but Quaritch holds his ground. That small part of him was now tearing at his heart in primal fear, and marine’s walls crumble under the pressure.

He only had to say a single word to stop this, but it got caught in his throat.

Just like Neytiri’s knife got caught in the throat of his boy.

Kiri let out a wail so animalistic it took others a second to realise it was coming from her.

Blood spilled, Spider choked and Tuk let out a scream, racing towards a teen she saw as family.

Kiri began thrashing like never before, crying for her brother and, being in total shock, Quaritch released his grip.

The girl was at his side immediately, holding a boy who has now stopped breathing and cried for him, as if he was still in agony and kicking, as if the blood hadn’t already filled his lungs.

The yells of her children snap Neytiri out of the trance and she looks down, horror finding it’s way onto her face as well. Sure she hated the kid but Eywa, he was only a child…

Jake is the one who wakes her from the shock, shakes her and begins dragging the girls away. Kiri tries picking Spider up but he’s too heavy for a fourteen-year old. Tuk too, struggles against her father grip.

It is Neytiri who picks up Spider, looking Quaritch in the eyes, those big, yellow eyes, with tears slowly filling them. A son for a son, she thought, but Spider grew up as a Na’vi, and will be buried like one. The sky people will not defile his body, will not throw it into the soil to rot, will not burn it.

It was the least she could do.

And so they disappeared into the sea, leaving Miles alone on the sinking ship, but that didn’t bother him, and neither did the pain in his bruised knees when he fell on them.

The memories began flooding back to him. All the days they’ve spent together. Every time Spider tried to escape, every time he cursed Quaritch out and vowed to always, always hate him and then, all those times he didn’t. When the boy taught him Na’vi and laughed at his bad pronunciation, when they flew on the ikran in the hallelujah mountains and his boy couldn’t stop smiling, all their sarcastic banter and insults that none of them meant seriously.

His smile. Spider’s smile was so radiant it lit up the room immediately.

And now, neither he, nor anyone else would see it again.

In the back of his mind, he can hear his base over the comms, trying to reach him. They caught wind of the ship wrecking but Miles didn’t bother responding. The mission could go fuck itself, he couldn’t care less about it, or about anything for that matter.

How strange. Just minutes before, Quaritch convinced himself the boy meant nothing to him, yet now he sat there, as water reached up to his torso, and the only thing he could care about was this feeling of agonising emptiness, like something vital has been ripped out of his body.

How did it come to this?

Author’s note: anyway, here’s some more angst for y’all 🥰💅 I wanted Neytiri and Jake to leave Spider’s body at first, but that would be extremely out of character, even for Neytiri. She is a grieving mother who lost herself in a moment of desperation, but not some monster.

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davidshawswife · 1 year

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bruises.

FULL DAVEY FIC. hi y'all this is the full David fic, based of the song bruises by Lewis capaldi. thank you/ how dare you come up with this idea @gavinsdeviant. I hope y'all enjoy the fic and sorry for my stupidity with the previous "part".

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David sat in the waiting room. knee bopping. anxiety gripping him from head to toe.

"hey- it's gonna be okay." Angel sat by his side. placing a hand on his knee to keep his leg still.

"what if it's not." the shifter grabbed his mates hand. lacing their fingers. placing his lips to their joined hands. "what if it's not baby..." he repeated. staring into his mates eyes like they held the answers to all his questions.

Angel smiled sadly. "then I will love you until the day that I die." they whispered. letter by letter pressing the words into his soul.

the nurse entered. looking around the room she called out. "David Shaw and-"

David rose to his feet instantly. pulling angel up along with him.

"yes?" the word came out heavier than David intended. but his emotions were overflowing. the pressure of what they were about to find out pressing a wait on his chest. he wasn't fully sure he could lift.

smiling warmly the nurse said "the doctor is waiting for you in room 304."

She started walking toward the room. David and Angel following silently.

Angel smiled at the nurse they grew quite fond of after the countless hospital visits. "thank you, liz."

opening the door David stepped to the side allowing Angel to walk in ahead of him. his breathing was choppy. his heart sprinting in his chest.

The doctor gestured for them to sit down. the white room bland and tasteless.

later that evening

"David sit down." Angel sighed. they and David had returned from the hospital visit. the doctor said he would call with the news. but it'd been 4 hours and not a single thing.

David had been anxiously pacing the living room floor for the past thirty minutes.

Angel stood grabbing hold of David's hand.

"I am going to be fine. sit down, please." Angel slid their hands up to hold his face between their palms. their fingertips grazing his hair.

linking their foreheads together. David sighed "I'm so scared baby-"

a sharp ringing sound interrupted. they both jumped at the sudden sound.

Angel stared into his eyes. they both nodded. silently speaking.

Angel answered the phone. holding it to their ear. they nodded as the doctor spoke.

"thank you, doctor." Angel looked up to find David staring at them. tears started filling their eyes. they shook their head.

"No." one word. one broken word. left David's throat in a pained sound. dropping to his knees infront of his mate. bringing his arms around their waist. David pressed his face into their stomach.

"No, no, no, no-" pained sobs leaving him. trembling he shook his head. "No, please.."

Angel raked their fingers through David's hair. "He says it's terminal. I have 3 months left." they pressed their cheek to their mates head. tremors shaking his entire body.

"it's gonna be okay davey-"

Breaking away from his mate. David exclaimed "no it's not! you have 3 months left to live and then-" his voice was broken and hoarse, so hoarse. "and then you leave me." tears streaming down his cheeks David looked at his mate. He couldn't bear to think of a world without them.

Angel stood still. tears free falling down their cheeks. Staring at their broken mate. his chest was heaving form the weight of his sobs.

"In three months." David cried "I won't see you next to me when I wake up anymore. I need you by my side. I won't be able to hold you anymore."

Angel walked to were David stood. sliding their hands around his waist and up his back. David wrapped his arms around his Angel. pressing a kiss to their head. they both stood there. crying and sobbing. their heavy breathing filling the empty pace.

they both new come three months. Angel would die.

4 months later

David walked the familiar route. Approaching Angels grave. He set the flowers down next to their tombstone.

"hey, angel." he pressed a kiss to his fingers and pressed his fingers to Angels tombstone.

"I've been counting down the days since... you left." David sat on the grass. talking to his mate.

"every breathe I've taken since you left feels like a waste on me. I don't know how to live without you." the all too familiar burn behind his eyes came back. he new the feeling of tears all too well lately.

"fuck baby. I hope I never lose the bruises that you left behind. I need you by my side." his voice grew hoarse and broken. still he kept going.

"And if only I could hold you-" a pained sound tore from his throat "you would keep my head from going under." he cried. He needed them now more than ever. His Angel. His little snot. His nuclear power plant. His menace. His trouble maker. His mess.

"it Looks like I'm the mess now, baby huh?" He missed the love of his life more than he thought was possible. More than was good for his soul.

"I've been told to get you off my mind. but I'm so scared I'll forget you Angel."

David started to stand. taking in the site of his mates grave.

sniffling David added "I love you my little snot."

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h4ndwr1tten · 2 years

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note - i wrote this bc this is literally me lol. can never clean my room. anyways first post :0

cw - gn!reader but it's implied that reader has slightly long hair (just long enough to tuck behind the ear), mentions of stress, strong language, yelling, crying, hurt/comfort. not proofread too. let me know if i missed anything :)

one thing about you was that you could never clean up your messy room. you never found the motivation or energy too. it wasn't that you were lazy, or, maybe you were, but it's just that you were never really in the best state of mind to do small things like clean. for the most part, you were so stressed with studying and your part time job that all you needed was a break. plus, your loving and caring boyfriend, nanami, always helped clean, offering to organize your desk or put your clothes in the hamper. so you didn't see this as much of an issue.

today, your room was quite messier than usual. this week, it had been messy, but over the course of the days, it had gradually become more crowded with things such as dirty clothes, folded laundry, old papers, and water bottles. you were lying on your stomach and on your bed, scrolling through your instagram feed and waiting for nanami to come home.

not much time had passed when you heard faint familiar footsteps from the hallway. a smile slowly grew on your lips, just like it always did whenever you heard your boyfriend come home. the footsteps became louder by a bit, indicating that he was at your door. just like every other day, he lightly knocked three times, before opening the door and entering your room. you sat up, offering him the warm smile you always did.

but instead of him smiling back at you and crawling onto the bed with you, he was staring at the floor. specifically, the mixed pile of clean and dirty clothes and stacks of unorganized papers. then his eyes wandered elsewhere, to the side of your unmade bed, where folded laundry was found wrinkled and unfolded.

"ken?" you called to him curiously.

there was an unreadable expression on his face, but you could see hints of irritation and frustration through the tiny crease between his brows. was it work that had him like this?

"your room," he spoke after a moment of silence, "is so... fucking messy."

ouch. that stung. you knew that he was right, but it was that he had cursed, which he rarely does, and more importantly, it was his tone. as if he had enough with this nonsense.

"wha—"

"i'm tired of always having to clean this room for you! can't you get up and not be lazy for once? is it that hard to put things away? God!"

nanami was growing red in the face, seething. staring at you, breathing heavily after yelling those harsh words. you could only stare back, his figure blurry thanks to the tears swimming in your eyes. a few more seconds passed before he stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut too. your eyes were glued to your lap as his words replayed themselves in your head. your sweatpants had grown damp, dotted with drops of tears that had fallen from your eyes.

he had never snapped or yelled at you like this, never yelled at you at all. he always talked things out calmly. so what happened today? you wondered.

maybe you should actually clean. maybe he was truly tired of having to do shit for you.

slowly, and with tears still sliding down your cheeks, you climbed off your bed and began picking things up. choking back sobs as you threw away bottles and old papers. wiping your eyes as you put the clothes in the hamper, not bothering to sort out what was clean and what wasn't. you folded the laundry once again, some of it catching your salty tears. even your desk seemed as good as new, beautifully organized despite your hurt state.

your heart ached and felt heavy in your chest, eyes red and puffy, and your lips swollen because of you pressing them together to keep a sob at bay. you finished folding a blue button up, nanami's blue button up, one he gave you when you were out of shirts to use. looking at it made you cry more, another wave of tears taking over you. you tucked it away with the rest of the clothes, and the room was clean. no more mess. who knew your favorite person finally having enough could motivate you, huh. maybe he should start yelling more often.

three knocks on the door. you didn't want to see him right now. you were embarrassed, ashamed even. and you probably looked terrible in this state.

nanami walked in, peeking his head in and searching for you. he found you in the corner of the room, by neat stack of the re-folded laundry, sitting on the back of your feet with your hands trembling in your lap. your head hung low, hair untucked from behind your ear and covering your face. he stood still for a moment and heard your quiet sniffles, a few brief coughs from how your throat hurt because of the lump in it. his heart broke into a million pieces. he had never, ever wanted to hurt you. but he had a tough day, and he did.

"sweetheart?"

you brought your hands to your face, wiping at your wet cheeks. the sound of footsteps approached you, and you looked away, knowing nanami was going to kneel in front of you.

"hey, look at me? please?" he softly pleaded. you only shook your head, continuing to face away from him.

you then felt his hands gently cupping either side of your jaw, turning you to look at him. a frown instantly crossed his face upon seeing your teary eyes and red cheeks. the sight of him made you want to cry even more, and he knew by the way your eyes watered once again.

"i'm so, so sorry, my love. you don't know how terrible i feel. i had a rough day, but that doesn't excuse the way i treated you. i'm truly so sorry, i hope you know i don't mean it, and that i understand why you keep your room the way it is," he spoke, never once breaking eye contact.

you croaked through sobs, "i'm suh-sorry, ken... i don't wanna b-bother you and make you clean my... my room."

his frown grew deeper and he pulled you in in a warm embrace, cradling your head on his chest and resting his chin on top. carding his fingers through your hair.

"nonono shh, shh, darling," he cooed as you sobbed harder. "you don't bother me, you could never, okay? i enjoy being able to help you as much as i can, i know you need a break from all the studying and work you do."

"but—" you begin, about to apologize once more when nanami cuts in.

"don't apologize, my love. you did nothing wrong," he assured you, pulling away slightly to look you in the eyes. telling you he was being sincere. "and wow, look, you cleaned your room! even though it was perfect the way it was before. i'm very proud of you, y/n."

he pinched your tear stained cheeks teasingly, but he meant his words with his entire being. you let out a soft laugh, wiping underneath your eye. you sighed, no longer crying. nanami shifted his position so that he could scoop you into his lap, and you huddled closer into him, your temple resting against his shoulder.

"thank you, ken," you muttered, playing with the buttons of his shirt. "for everything. and always cleaning my room for me."

he kissed your forehead and your eyes shut, a smile sitting on your lips. his lips lingered in that same spot for a moment as he replied against your skin, "of course, my love. anything for you."

your smile grew wider, and your hold on each other felt tighter. you truly, truly loved this man, and he loved you.

"now, let's go make dinner?"

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iridescentxstars · 1 year

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our last dance — bangchan

➳ published: 10.12.22 ➳ domestic!au || werewolf!au || immortal!au || genre: angst || fluff || rated: t ➳ pairing: werewolf!bangchan x angel!reader (fem) ➳ summary: chris lived a full life, a life better than he thought he would but everything must come to an end for those who are not immortal ➳ word count: 1.3k ➳ warnings: death ➳ author’s note: you need to listen to the song for full effect! if you cry, you have to tell me - cos i did ➳ banner credit: @feelsaesthetic (thank you for also giving this a read)

[NOW PLAYING: Awakening - U137]

"Is this it?" The sound of the falling rain against the window pane, a reflection of what's to come, nearly drowns out his weakened voice.

Your fingers gently touch his cheek, you couldn't look at him, you don’t want that pained expression on his face to be the last thing you see from him. "Hush, my love," you say, thumbs brushing away the tears that fall on his cheek, feeling the stubble underneath. "Save your breath."

Chris' hand caresses the back of your head, holding you closer to him, wanting you to be the last thing he remembers as he closes his eyes for the last time. "This wasn't the way I planned to go," he says with a choked laugh.

He remembers it like it was yesterday, meeting you and how much he fought the feelings you stirred inside him. He never thought he would meet the love of his life that night, he never thought he would call you his queen, his angel - his wife. If Chris believed in mates, you would have been that too but you were better than that, better than anything he could have ever hoped for. You changed the world for him, he lived every day like it was going to be his last because he truly didn't believe he was going to go very far but at the end of each one - good or bad - you were there. You made him realise life was worth living and he started to do everything he could for you because that's the man you made out of him and god, did he love you more for it.

"Dad..." You pull away, Chris' hand dropping as you both turn to see the young woman standing in the doorway. Her short black hair is wet from the rain, dripping onto the floor while she clutches the plushie he had bought her when she was a pup tightly in her hand. "N-no... you can't..."

A broken sob sounds from the back of your throat as you pull away from the wolf to go and hold your daughter who is gritting her teeth and shaking, fighting back tears. Iris grew up to be a spitting image of her father, she took after him in so many ways but she got your immortality - something Chris could never have. She stands there looking at him, his tired smile spreading across his lips as if trying to make her feel better, "come here, pup."

Hand in hand with you, Iris walks over and hugs him, hearing his faint heartbeat growing weaker by the second. "Uncle Chan and Uncle Channie-"

"They'll be here," you say, your eyes meeting Chris’ and you give him a small smile, as if reassuring him that everyone is going to be okay.

"I'll see you right, Dad?" Iris says as she climbs onto the bed, laying next to her dad and hugging him gently. "Mum and I can come see you in heaven and we can be together." Nobody had ever told Iris what happens to wolves when they die, something you had to accept the hard way, nobody really knows where they end up but it's not somewhere you can reach him and you could never fully accept that.

There's a knock at the door, "I'll get it," you break the silence, giving Chris a look before heading to the door. His hearing might have faded but he can hear the way you break down, faintly hearing Chan whispering to you while Channie begins to cry.

Shit, he didn't think this would be so hard.

"Iris," Chris tries to catch her attention as she talks about all the things they could do together and how heaven is so great - he'll love it there. "Hey, my little pup," she looks at him, biting on her bottom lip because he only calls her that when he's being serious about something, "when a wolf dies..."

"No," she cuts him off, pulling away and causing Chris to wince from the sudden movement. "You said..." she shakes her head, "Dad, you said that all dogs go to heaven. You told me that that's where all dogs go. We are wolves, we are kinda like dogs so... so…

He tilts his head back, the tears silently falling as he hears her trying to fight him about something like this. Fuck, he wish he could just let her believe it, that they'd meet again but he can't. He can't give her false hope, not now.

Chan, Channie and you walk back into the room and you pull Iris away for a moment, taking a step back to let the brothers share their moment. They all know it's soon, even Chris does, everything is hurting, his breathing is shallow and god, does he look so tired right now. You can tell he's holding on to say goodbye to everyone, to make sure they can see him one last time but it's now time for him to go to sleep. They know it is, his heart is growing weaker, his voice becoming quieter as he forces himself to stay awake.

"Say goodbye, baby." You whisper to Iris, "tell Daddy you love him."

Their last goodbyes. Everyone telling him they love him, Chris telling them to take care before everyone slowly leaves the room to let his wife say your final goodbyes to the love you had searched for for thousands of years. Laying with him, you rest your head on his chest, listening closely to his once strong and comforting heartbeat fading into the night. "Do you remember the first time we danced in the rain?" You ask, knowing he's too tired to answer so you’re satisfied with the faint smile he wears as he looks at you. "Close your eyes, baby," you lift your hand to guide his eyes shut and shuffle up slightly so you can press your foreheads together. You may not be able to take him to heaven, may not be able to keep him with you but you can make sure his last moments be that of a memory you once shared while his body shuts down and he drifts off to an eternal sleep.

One he's been waiting for for a while now.

"Remember how the rain started to pour without warning, it was too late to save our clothes because either way, we were soaked so we made the most of it. Remember? The music playing from the cafe near us, a slow song." Tears fall together but you don’t care, your memories mixing together as one you tell yourself. "You looked so handsome, dressed up for me. I loved it so much when you made the effort and you always loved the way I looked in red. You complained the night was ruined, grumbled about how it wasn't meant to rain while you spun me around and caught me in your arms." You chuckle softly, hearing him attempt it before his fingers find yours, weakly squeezing them to help you continue. "You-" you feel the lump in your throat and try to push it down. "You told me I looked more beautiful, drenched in the rain and the glow of the moon, then anything you had ever seen before you kissed me." You press a soft kiss to his lips, your own quivering when he doesn't pucker, his hand still in yours and his breath... "Picture it, my wolf, as if we are dancing together now. Let our last dance guide you to where you'll no longer be in pain."

He's limp, unresponsive and you press a final kiss to his forehead as you feel the light in his soul, his desire to hold on for a moment longer, fade.

"Goodbye, my love." You say, holding him safely in your arms, "rest in peace."

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