#but everyone is against me cutting myself some bangs

[jadedrrose]

Taking Care Of Him

Short fic where reader takes care of Law after the crew is ambushed :) I actually wrote this months ago but decided I’d post it now since I haven’t been writing due to my botw/hwaoc fixation lol

Warnings: fluff, mention of a wound, g/n reader

Normally, after any type of fight, Law would get the crew in order and make sure nobody was badly injured, ensuring he had nothing to worry about. But this time was different.

You’d been ambushed, this time. Most of the crew had been out on the deck, enjoying the sunshine. It was then that another pirate group attacked, presumably to take any poneglyphs or something of that nature. But, you’d all fought them off, winning the battle. So things seemed alright, until you realized Law wasn’t ordering everyone to go over injuries.

You caught sight of his spotted hat, quickly realizing he was injured, laid on the wooden planks of the deck. “Law!”

You ran over to him, the others gasping as they watched, all wondering aloud if their captain was okay.

Reaching his side, you found that he was clutching a hand to his left arm, and appeared pretty banged up from the fight. You gently grabbed his shoulders, looking your boyfriend over. “Law? Are you okay-“

“I’m fine. Go help the others,” he muttered, trying to act as though he was fine. He always got like this; not liking to accept help or admit that he’d been injured. Law was used to taking care of and healing others, not the reverse situation.

“No, you’re hurt,” you snapped, trying to pull him off the ground. “And I’m going to help you, whether you like it or not.”

He sighed, but decided to stand up for you and allow you to guide him down to the operation room.

—

Other than some bruising, the only concerning injury was the cut on his left arm. Apparently the enemy pirate’s captain had sliced him pretty well. It was nothing that wouldn’t heal, though. So you cleaned the wound before wrapping it up.

As Law grumpily sat on your bed after finishing up in the operation room, you held a warm cloth in your hand, wiping off any dirt or dried blood from his skin. “I can do this myself, y/n,” he grumbled, pouting as he spoke.

“I don’t doubt that,” you lightly chuckled, holding his wrist as you wiped around the tattoo of his right arm. “But you fought so hard, I wanna take care of you. Give you a break, y’know?”

“I’ll be fine,” he tried protesting, but you shook your head.

“Nope, just relax and let me take care of you, baby.”

Law finally sighed, letting his head fall back against his pillows. But he only got to rest for a couple seconds, as you quickly snatched his hat off of him.

“Oi! Y/n, what are you doing?”

“This needs to be cleaned,” you huffed, tossing it to the laundry basket kept in your room. “I don’t want it getting our bed dirty.”

Law rolled his eyes, now leaning on his arms rather than against the pillows. You took the opportunity to get closer to him, running a hand through his messy, raven locks.

“You look so cute like this,” you giggled.

You pushed his dark hair back and away from his forehead, lowering your head down so you could place a kiss on his skin. You smiled, continuing to play with his hair.

“Thank you,” Law suddenly mumbled, and you pulled your face back to look him in the eyes.

“What for?”

“For taking care of me,” he sighed, seeming like he didn’t want to admit it. It was endearing, honestly.

“You don’t have to thank me, baby,” you smiled sweetly, giving him another kiss. “I love taking care of you… actually.”

“Why?” Law asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Uh well you just… seem to overwork yourself, so I… y’know, feel happy seeing you so relaxed…”

“I see,” he whispered against your skin, his hot breath fanning onto it. Carefully, Law raised his hand to pull you down so that your lips could meet his. “I love you, y/n.”

Just before your lips connected, you smiled again, a warm blush covering your cheeks. “I love you too.”

#trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar law x you #trafalgar law x y/n #law x y/n #law x reader #law x you #law x g/n reader #law x gn reader #trafalgar d water law x reader #trafalgar d water law x you #trafalgar d water law x y/n #trafalgar d law x reader

[bangchansgirlsblog]

Maybe this is triggering but can I ask for 9th member x skz but the 9th member is at school in a shooting and skz are worried (I know this can be cringe or triggering so you don't have to do it if you don't want to)

Ride or die

- 9th member

Warning: shootings, angst, crying

Pairing: 9th member x skz

Summary: going to school and thinking you’ll never make it back home alive is scary.

Hey before you guys start to read this, this is a warning about the contents that will be in the story. If you find it uncomfortable please do not read the story.

-🩷

**

It was supposed to be a good day.

It was supposed to be a normal day.

I didn’t think at any moment in time I would be hiding in the janitors closet begging God to spare my life. Spare our life.

I thought these things happened in movies. I thought it was all just some type of glitch in the universe.

Boy was I wrong.

My legs were up against my chest. I could hear I.N’s breathing down my neck as I held him close.

My hand over both his ears as tears run down his face.

The heat of the tiny compartment made our bodies sweat severely and make our head spin in circles. All I could hear were terrifying screams coming from outside the door followed by loud bangs. Loud scary bangs.

Please God, Save us. Is all I was thinking about.

I look in his eyes trying to calm him down without saying a word. My body shaking terribly.

I wanted to go back home so bad.

It was dark in the closet. We were hiding behind some trash cans and the space was barely enough for one person but we had to make it work.

“Breath I.N. Breath.” I whisper to the young boy who was now looking like he was about to pass out.

“I love you,” he whispers making my heart break even more and making me worry even more.

“We’re going to get through this okay? We have too.” I whisper to him and he nods while shutting his eyes.

My phone starts to vibrate in my pockets and his does too. The non stop calls gets me to grab it out of my pocket to see who could possibly be wanting to talk at such a moment.

There couldn’t possibly be any network down here. So how? How were we getting calls?

I look at the name that comes up and see it’s our oldest brother Chan calling. The light of the screen slowly blinding me.

I look over at I.N who shows me his screen with our second oldest brother calling. Leeknow.

We couldn’t risk a phone call right now. Not at all.

“Turn it off.” I whisper to him and he nods quickly putting the phone away.

My hands intertwine with his.

The shots and screams getting louder and louder.

Were our friends going to be okay?

I let out a tiny sob not able to hold it in anymore and silently cry as we sat in the dark closet.

The smell of bleach started to cause a banging headache in my end.

Chan’s Pov:

At first when I saw that the school was calling me, I didn’t know what the problem was. The twins never misbehaved so I just turn it off thinking it wasn’t that serious. ‘I’ll just call them back later’ I thought to myself.

The boys and I were sat in the study room reading for our upcoming exams so automatically everyone was busy in their text books or computers.

I had dropped the twins off earlier and came straight back home in the morning and it was only 12:15 in the afternoon.

The calls kept coming in from all over and when I saw that they weren’t going to give up calling me I picked up.

“Hey this is bangchan I’m really busy-“ I say frustrated but was cut out with a quiet panicked voice.

“Hello sir? This is Yongsan International School and we would like to inform you that the school is currently under lockdown.” A lady says into the phone.

“Lockdown?! What do you mean lockdown?!” I get up from my chair which causes the boys to look at me. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion as I start to pace the room.

“I’m very sorry to say that there is a shooting in progress and if you could get down here as fast as possible that would very much be appreciated.”

“How the fuck do you let that happen?” I yell into the phone, “what type of school lets this shit happen?!”

“Channie hyung what’s wrong?” Felix asks worried obviously. I turn to the boys who were now staring at me. Eager to know what’s wrong.

The world goes quiet as I try to form the words to explain to my brothers that their little siblings were currently in a shooting.

Why would someone want to do such a thing to such innocent teenagers?

“T-the school, the twins- their school is apparently has had a shooting.” My phone drops out of my hands as I feel my body almost collapse.

“Hyung oh my God! Sit down please,” Changbin grabs a hold of me and slowly puts me back in my original sit.

“What do you mean the school is under attack?” Han voice books across the room filled with panic. He grabs the tv remote and turns up the news where we see the familiar place with many cop cars outside surrounding it.

“Oh my God,” Felix gasps before pulling out his phone.

“I have to get to Y/n or I.N some way!” I exclaim before grabbing my keys from the counter.

“I-I need to go right now..”

“I’m coming with you hyung. The rest of you try and get in contact with the twins. If they call let us know please.” Leeknow instructs the younger boys.

He was frantic aswell. Even tho leeknow was known as the less emotional brother whenever something went wrong you could tell how affected he was by the situation.

“Guys please be safe, please.” Seungmin tells us before quickly hugging us as we rush out the doors and get into one of the cars.

“Pass me my phone Lee, I’ll call Y/n you call I.N,” I tell him and he quickly gives it to me.

I start blowing up their phones praying that somehow one of them picks up and tells me everything is okay.

“They are going to be okay hyung. I know Y/n she’s strong she’ll protect I.N,” Leeknow says trying to make the situation better.

My chest ached. The constant fear of them getting killed in that school kept crawling up my back and the thought of them being terrified, probably hiding somewhere not sure what to do made me want to throw up.

“If something happens to them I won’t ever forgive my self Leeknow.” My voice quivers as the words leave my mouth.

He looks over at me and rubs my back for assurance.

“Nothing is going to happen to them I promise.” I didn’t even know how he was keeping his shit together right now. How?

The drive wasn’t long because of the way I was speeding. The roads were kind of empty and the weather was very foggy. It had rained in the morning but Seoul weather was always confusing.

“Okay let’s go, let’s go.” I quickly saying getting out the car not trying to slip on the slippery ground.

I look around trying to assess the situation. The school looks so gloomy and children were being wheeled out or were being carried out by people.

Some were frantic others were just quiet. As if in a trance.

The cops were surrounding a specific area. I run towards one of the parents who looked like they just saw a ghost. Her body trembling.

“Leeknow stay here and try and fine them, imll go ask what’s going on.”

“Be safe Chan.”

I quickly nod and run to the First Lady I see. She was wearing a coat and her makeup was smudged from all the crying.

“Excuse ma’am can you tell me what’s going on?” I ask the lady who was clearly not in the right mindset at all.

“They caught the guy but they are so many injured kids, non confirmed deaths yet” she gives me a small smile.

“Thank you,”

I run back to leeknow who’s searching for a sign of I.N or Y/n.

Y/n’s Pov:

I.N and I always were together in ever place and area.

We were always moving in twos. That’s how it worked. I.N and Y/n. How it always worked.

The world was moving in slow motion as me and I.N were holding eachother in the closet.

Being put in a position where you think your life is about to be ended in the most brutal way makes you think back and appreciate the little things. The things that mattered or didn’t.

“A-are they gone? Please tell me they’re gone Y/n,” I.N whispers causing me to snap out of my little trail of thoughts and come back into reality.

“I don’t know baby bread but I really hope so. Are you okay?” I ask him.

“Yeah just out of breath.” He whimpers.

“Shhh it’s okay, just breathe yeah?” He nods in response as we sit there for what felt like hours.

“Do you think Channie is outside waiting for us?”

“Yes I do, I know he is. I feel it.” The little hum that comes out of his mouth makes me believe that he actually believed me.

By the time everything had gone kind of quiet I pull out my phone to see a clock reading “6:35pm”

We had been sat here for 6 hours

No moving no talking just fear and shock.

A loud banging at the door causes us to jump and squeal in fear. Did they find us? Were they going to kill is now?

“This is the police call out of your in there!” A loud voice fills the room.

I.N wraps his hand around my mouth to stop the sobs from escaping.

His tight grip loosening when he hears the man’s voice.

“I-I’m going to check-“

“No you can’t Y/nie that so dangerous, you’ll get yourself killed. Imagine it’s a trap.”

“I.N we have to find a way to know what going on. The service here is horrible” I whisper back at him.

“But y/n-“

“I’ll be okay I’m just peeping through the door I.N trust me.”

“O-okay but if-“

“Nothing will happen, I promise.”

I give him a small nod before crawling to the door and looking through a tiny crack.

I see police officers walking around assessing the place and I see a man standing right outside in uniform.

“Oh thank God.” I whisper. The feelings of relief causing me to cry and sob.

“I.N I think it’s safe, I see police.”

“Are you sure?” He asks hesitantly crawling out of the hiding space.

“Yeah, let me go out first, here hold my stuff.” I hand him my back and phone before opening the door.

“Hey! I found her!” An officer yells causing me to jump in panic.

“Hey I’m not going to hurt you Y/n-“ he softly says reaching out to grab me.

How does he know my name? Why does he know my name?

“How do you know my name?” I ask the man.

“You guys have been hiding for more than 5 hours, we’ve been looking for you and your brother.” He says holding out his hand.

The hallways were empty. No sign of any kids.

“I-is he gone, the shooter?”

“Yes he is love and your older brothers are waiting for you outside,”

“Chan?”

“Yes Chan, where is your brother? Do you think you’ve lost him.”

I shake my head no before returning to the closet and pulling I.N out. His taller figure wrapping me in his arms.

“Hey I.N, I’m officer Chen. These guys are my colleagues. Should we go outside?”

I nod my head eagerly waiting to see my brothers.

“Please let’s go I need to see leeknow or Chan,” I quickly say. I grab my bag and phone from I.N’s hands because he also has to carry his stuff. We follow the cop who was checking in on us making sure we were okay. Never in a million years did I ever think I would find my older brothers in a frantic state. A crying state but that all changed today.

“Chan!” I scream and he looks up. His eyes in disbelief.

“Y/n?! I.N?!” My footsteps start to get quicker before I jump into his arms, I.N doing the same to leeknow.

“My babies oh my God. Are you guys okay? Are you guys hurt? I thought you guys died. My poor babies.”

“We’re okay, we’re okay.” I say tears running down my face. He wipes them with his hands and kisses my forehead. He starts examining me and asking me questions.

“Here you guys must be freezing, take my jacket.” Leeknow hands me his and Chan does the same to I.N.

“Oh baby girl you had be scared there you know?” Leeknow grabs me in his hands and kisses me all over my face.

“Please tell me you’re okay, please.”

“I’m okay leeknow I promise, I’m just happy I’m with you guys.”

“We need to take them to the paramedics to make sure everything is alright and if they are you guys can take them home,” the officer cuts out conversation short.

“Yes yes anything, go ahead.” Chan approves.

The officer nods and leads me and I.N to the ambulance where Chan and leeknow sit close by asking the lady so many questions.

“Yes and that’s it, you guys look good to go.” She looks at us sympathetically before putting away her gloves and turning to Chan and leeknow.

“They need to drink a lot of water and make sure they take in a lot of rest.” She tells Chan and he nods his head noting it down.

“Therapists for such situations should be also be taken very seriously because they are young they need all the help they can get to get over this trauma,” She also tell Chan who continues to ask more questions.

“So we need to get them therapists?”

“Yeah but that’s only if you see a change in their behavior. We don’t want anything bad happening to them mentally.”

“Right right. your right,”

“We’ll give you guys some contacts but right now, I want you to take them home and take care of them, are you there dad?”

“N-no I’m their older brother, our parents died a few years ago.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,”

“It’s okay, thank you tho.”

“You’re welcome and here’s my number,” she winks at Chan which makes him cringe but Chan being a people pleaser, he wanted to be polite so he took it.

“Chan?” I call for him and within seconds his by my side.

“Yes my love,” he says kneeling besides me.

“I love you so much and I love you so much leeknow.” I tell them both and leeknow turns his head away.

He was crying I knew he was and he didn’t want me to see that. I knew it.

“We love you too and you I.N. Should we get you guys home?” He asks while fighting the tears that were so clearly about to fall.

“Yeah.”

**

To the person that requested this: thank you so much for your request I’m about to make a part two if you would like :) cause I have an idea to complete the actual story if you would like!! 🩷.

[inkedobsidian]

~ Safe place S.R ~

prompt: #49 "Who did this?" #54 "Is that blood?" #5 "I need a place to stay."

summary: Y/N shows up to Spencers flat covered in blood and bruises looking for a safe space to stay.

pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

warnings: abuse, fighting, blood

word count: 972

a/n: I left the partner gender-neutral and left out names just in case I used one that could trigger anyone about the situation mentioned. Yes, the reader fights back but abuse is still mentioned so please be careful! Requests are open! The prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

It had become normal for Spencer to be awake at 10 pm reading, it became comforting and a nice way for him to relax before going to sleep. It was relaxing until there was a series of knocks on his apartment door that might have been closer to banging than knocking. It completely took Spencer by surprise and he shot straight up toward the door without thinking to grab his gun or any form of protection really. As he swung the door open Y/N was leaning against the door in a limp state almost.

"Hey pretty boy, didn't wake you did I?" Y/N said smirking as blood ran down the other side of her mouth. It took Spencer a moment to realize what he was looking at. Y/N had a black eye already forming with a cut in her eyebrow, cheekbone, and lip.

"Who did this?" Spencer asked immediately grabbing Y/N's back and pulling her into his apartment shutting and locking the door behind her. Y/N walked straight to his bathroom has been in his apartment many times considering Y/N usually drives them both to work. As Y/N sat down on the bath side Spencer followed her straight in to hopefully get some answers. That was until he looked at her almost limp on the bath side, he's seen her after fights in cases but this looked more intense like she was emotionally exhausted more than physically. He just kept looking at her until he seems the slow drip of blood down his bathroom side that was coming from Y/N's hands.

"Is that blood?" Spencer said not really knowing what to do, he doesn't even know what happened.

"Don't worry it's not mine," Y/N said with a smirk, she knows sarcasm shouldn't really be her go-to right now but she didn't know what else to do or even how to act.

"Y/N please tell me what's going on," Spencer said putting the lid down and taking a seat on the toilet so he could be next to her.

"I don't even know what happened. First, they just started complaining that I'm either gone in the morning to come to get you, or I come back too late or I'm gone on cases too long. At first, I tried to explain that, that is my job I can't control it but my life and job come before them because it's my career. Then they couldn't get past the reason I leave early or come home late is because I drive you home. First, it was my friendship with you, then it was how I act with Emily. Then it just became everyone on the team and everything about the job. I couldn't even think over the yelling and then it hit me, literally. Or they hit me I guess." Y/N had stopped to breathe after she finally said out loud that her partner had hit her. Spencer didn't know what to say but he also knew there was way more to the story. After she'd taken a moment Y/N continued considering there was way more than that one punch that led her here.

"The first punch hit my cheek hence the cut, I didn't even flinch then I felt liquid running down my cheek and it touched it and seen the blood. Then I saw red and I started streaming telling them who do they think they are to lay a hand on me because they couldn't handle their own emotions and then the second punch landed on my lip splitting my cheek. That's when this happened," Y/N said lifting her hands up to finally look at her blood-covered hands. "I ducked under their third punch and threw one myself. At that point, it escalated from a verbal argument to an actual fistfight. Then I landed a punch that broke their nose and I knew I'd gone too far. They hit me first sure but I made sure I hit harder. They're conscious but I just grabbed my overnight bag and ran to my car."

"It was self-defense Y/N. Sure you might be stronger in a fight but you didn't start the fight you're not at fault remember that. Why did you come here and not the hospital? Do you want to head there now I'll join?" Spencer said knowing very well her injuries could be worse than she thinks they are from adrenaline. Y/n immediately started shaking her head in fear she didn't even wanna leave Spencer's apartment.

"I just need a place to stay… Please, Spencer." Y/N cried finally letting her emotions out.

Spencer agreed to leave the hospital until the morning, they moved in unison as Spencer started to silently clean Y/N's hands of blood, the bruises on her knuckles were getting worse by the minute but that was the least of her problems. Once her hands were cleaned Spencer put some rubbing alcohol on her cuts and taped them up until she was clean. Y/N appreciated that Spencer was doing it all in silence, she needed the peace and he always made her feel safe.

They both worked around each other in silence from making tea and then cooking then sat on opposite ends of the couch with their legs crisscrossed. Y/N thought human contact would make her uncomfortable after tonight but it was Spencer, he was her safety net, and he always had been. They actually fell asleep like that for a moment before Spencer woke up and carried Y/N to his room and tucked her in then went back to the couch. He knew that she would've taken the couch but she needed comfort. Spencer fell asleep on his couch as Y/N subconsciously dug herself deeper into Spencer's bed just the smell giving her comfort. Tomorrow was a different battle, and a battle it was going to be.

#criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid

[dyslexicmammon]

Unwanted

Chapter two

Characters: Lucifer (Obey me!), Solomon (Obey me!) [not together]

CW// SFW, Angst, Yelling, Implied Lucifer x Mc, Implied Solomon x Mc, Nightbringer MC/attendant MC, Unhealthy coping mechanisms (drinking), You/Your & they/them pronouns used, Mammon & reader

Word count: 2,030

A/N: Hello again! Finally wrote chapter 2!~ I've had this sitting in my docs for ages i just couldn't bring myself to post it. I'm not confident in my writing but I'm getting there! I have an idea for chapter 3 but I don't know how long it will take me. I write all of my idea in one siting and painfully re-read it and edit to a point where i think its okay to post aha. I wanted to thank everyone for the notes & hits the first chapter got, it has been a big boost in my writing confidence. Thank you all!! Take care reader

Chapter 1 / Ao3 / Divider credits

“What the FUCK did you do Lucifer!” Mammon stopped the chase as soon as the shield went up. Spinning around and walking back into the foyer of the HOL. He slammed the door behind him before yelling again, so full of anger his wings twitched. “WHAT. THE FUCK. DID YOU DO?!”. Not taking into account how his own actions that day could have done the similar damage.

His anger only grew as the Avatar of Pride responded with the same tone. “SILENCE MAMMON.” Tears prick slowly in the prideful demon's eyes as he quickly makes his way back to his study. Ignoring the screams of his younger brother calling his name.

As he walked down the hallway, the smell of a meal not yet enjoyed slowly started up on him. For the first time since the fall, Lucifer, the Pride of Celestial Realm, became overwhelmed with an emotion he deemed pitiful.

Sadness…

At first his cries were silent. Only the sounds of his breaths hitching as tears welled up in his eyes escaped him. He walked into his study and slammed the door hard behind him. Causing the walls of the House to shake. Locking it swiftly after. Not just with the physical lock but with a spell that not even Lord Diavolo could break.

Mammon yelled after his brother. Demanding he get an answer for why their attendant had just stormed out in tears. He stomped his way up the stairs and made his way to Lucifer's study, ready to give him an earful till his lungs gave out. Mammon followed behind Lucifer as the door slammed followed by a bright light flashed, blinding him temporarily. A faint outline of gold began to surround the door. The surface of the door now shines and shifts like mica powder in oil. A loud, heavenly bell began to ring. The long, drawn out hum rang in Mammons ears.

Quickly screwing his eyes shut and spinning around, Mammon rubbed his eyes hard. Trying to recover from the flash-bang.

After regaining his vision Mammon covered his ears with the palm of his hands and made a run for Levi's room. Stealing a pair of the avatars human standard noise cancelling headphones. They barely cut through the yells of the spell, but stopped it enough where he could drown it out with some music.

Mammon then sat outside Lucifer's room, leaning back and hitting his against the wall softly. He let out an exhausted, angry tinted sigh. His red face slowly dissipates as he calms himself down. Then the waiting game began. He sat outside his older brother's study till the old man had calmed down enough to ask him what the hell happened.

Once the spell fell from Lucifer's lips, he cursed himself out and began to sob. Clasping his gloved hand to his mouth, trying to calm down and keep his composure. He rubbed his upper arm and shoulders in a self soothing way. Fighting back his emotions.

Surely the attendant didn't have that much control over him? Not even his brothers could make him cry. No matter how hard the bastards try. He was stronger than this…

Then why did it hurt so much? The panic in your eyes as you met his gaze in the foyer. The strain in your voice as you yelled the lie that no one cared about you. What did he do wrong that you doubted it… doubted him? Knowing you were being comforted by someone of the likes of Solomon because of his own choices didn’t help the stinging feeling in his chest.

He threw off his gloves and coat. Painfully making his way to his desk, his chest heaving, the smell of the food you made became overwhelming to his senses again.

He looked down at the meal you made.. The tray was decorated with a little note and stickers of the two of you. By looking at the drawings he realised you had made them yourself.. All to try and cheer him up.

You had cooked his favourite stew and poured a glass of demonus for.. both of you? The more he studied the platter you brought the more he realised how bad he fucked up. Two bowls, two wine glasses full of demonus (he can tell you poured it as the glasses were almost full like a champagne flute), two sets of cutlery… Even two tiny bowls of dark chocolate ice cream that were now slowly melting from the heat of the stews surrounding them.

One of the ice creams was absolutely covered in sprinkles. It was so painfully obvious it was your serving. Plain, boring, dark chocolate was his favourite flavour of ice cream at the moment. You didn’t seem to sing the same praises but always ate it anyways. Always trying to find a way to sweeten it up and make it more palatable for your taste buds…

You always ate it with him anyway… Even when your little experiments fell through and didn’t make it sweet enough for you. Lucifer always said that you were sweet enough for him which is why he ate the dark chocolate dessert.

He couldn’t bring himself to look at the dishes any longer. Hanging his head in shame. He pushed the platter away from himself as he sat down. Just enough that he could rest his head on the table. Feeling his stomach start to churn and a lump form in his throat, he began to sob again quietly. Squeezing his hands together and pushing his nails into his skin, causing it to bruise. Trying to divert the aching pain of his heart.

Had he really been so caught up in his work he didn’t notice or care that you made dinner specifically for the both of you so he didn’t have to leave his office? Had he really not noticed the two bowls before opening his fucking mouth? Did he even look up?.. Did he really snap at you like that?..

His thoughts swallowed him whole.

He didn’t touch the food. He had lost his appetite long ago when he had returned to his study. Lucifer couldn’t bring himself to indulge in the meal you had meticulously prepared without you being here, enjoying it with him.

He did however help himself to the demonus. He drank the glass you had poured for him. Then your own glass. Then he opened a new bottle he had stashed away in his room. He poured multiple glasses, losing himself to the pain. He had gotten halfway through the bottle when his D.D.D pinged. He launched himself at his phone that laid screen down on the desk. Picking it up desperately and fumbling it in his hands. Desperately hoping it was you. Only to be disappointed when he realised it was Solomon.

The text read “They are at home and are staying with me tonight. They do not wish to talk to you at the moment and I trust that you can respect that boundary for now. I will ask them to make contact with you in the morning. Whether they do that or not is their choice.” His phone buzzed again. A follow up text coming soon after. “Goodnight Lucifer.” The words repeated and echoed in his mind till the screen went black. Reflecting the absolute mess Lucifer was back at him.

His teary eyes met his reflection. Quickly darting from place to place on his face. His cheeks were darker than the rest of his face. His hair was all out of place and disheveled. Eyelids already puffy and sore… He looked just as pathetic as he felt.

As he stared at his reflection his eyes began to lose focus and his heart became heavy. Were you scared of him? Did you not want to talk to him ever again? Had he fucked up so bad he had scared off the first person to show his ‘new self’ love?

He grabbed the neck of the half empty bottle of demonus and smashed it against his lips. The sudden feeling of cold glass on his lips made him jolt up slightly. Tipping his head back, he let the now lukewarm liquid rush down his throat. Chugging the rest of the bottle. Why was he drinking? This isn’t healthy. Surely he, the Avatar of pride, wasn't drinking his feelings away.

He wallowed in his own pity for a couple more hours. Each brother coming passed to ask him how to do something. To ask him if he's okay or to ask Mammon for his headphones back.

Beel brought up some leftovers for his brothers. He couldn't rest knowing his older brothers were in such a state. As he walked down the hall, Beel heard a loud snoring sound. His gaze met Mammon's sleeping body. He placed the plate down next to his older brother and snuck away quietly. The disgustingly loud ringing sound of the spell he cast on the door pushed them all away before they started to linger. Making sure no one could hear Lucifer's pathetic sobs of your name.

Lucifer placed his head on his desk once more with some force. Knowing he’s going to have to take the day off tomorrow.. Maybe even the next. Already feeling the headache roll in. How was he going to mend this mistake? He couldn’t just show up to Cocytus Hall and beg for your forgiveness. He didn’t deserve it.. Feeling exhausted from hours of crying and drinking. His puffy eyes fluttered shut as he passed out at his desk.

As soon as he lost consciousness, the spell on the door fell. Mammon had managed to unpick the physical lock hours ago. Now sleeping lightly outside his brother's office with a plate of food, some water and the headphones still on.

When the half silent ringing in Mammon's ears stopped. He shot up, yawning and stumbling over the weird pile of things he had managed to accumulate while sleeping. Where did this food come from? That didn’t matter. It was time he got answers out of the eldest brother.

He opened the door as quietly as he could and looked to see where Lucifer was. His eyes darted around the room frantically. The faint snoring led his gaze to the large desk where the Avatar of Pride was hunched over, out like a light & snoring softly.

Mammon just shook his head and walked over to his sleeping brother. All his previous anger dissipated as he studied the absolute disarray Lucifer's desk was in.

Gently and subconsciously he began petting his brothers back softly with one hand as he messaged Beel with his other. Asking the strong Avatar to come help him move Lucifer to his bed. While waiting for Beel, Mammon tidied Lucifer's desk. Sorting his documents out and shaving Lucifer's to-do pile down as much as he could. Prepared to take what documents he could complete himself.

He wiped the demonus Lucifer had dribbled and spilled off the large wooden desk. Once Mammon had finished, almost comically, the Avatar of gluttony walked in as silently as he could into the room. Meeting Mammon’s gaze and nodding softly. Standing on the other side of Lucifer's exhausted body. Beel picked up his eldest brother with ease, placing him on his back like a back pack. They began to walk out. Mammon walked in front of Beel, holding onto the documents and throwing the paper towel away that he had used.

After about 10 minutes they had finally made it to Lucifer's bedroom. Placing him in his bed and tucking him in. Before leaving they gently put one of his records on and placed some water and a large bucket next to the head of the bed. Just in case Lucifer couldn’t make it elsewhere once he woke up.

They both left his room as quiet as possible.

They high fived the second the door to Lucifer's bedroom closed. After saying their goodnights and goodbyes they parted ways to go to their separate rooms.

Mammon made his way to his room and stayed up for the rest of the night, doing the rest of Lucifer's office work.

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[lovingkvinner]

Notice me!

Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Warnings- attempted murder and mention of crime, small fluff towards end.

Summary- you will do anything to please Lucifer

Tonight you would sin, your final sin. Not that you knew it but it would be that last act that gave you everything.

Tonight you were planning to murder…

It had all started around 4 months ago, however time escapes you when devotion envelopes you. You remember the first time that you saw that beautiful face, the face of Lucifer Morningstar. You had never seen anything that could compare, even trying to describe it is a feat attempted by fools for words can not encapsulate them. Dreaming of them, that night was the start of your destruction but the beginning of your everything, your purpose, your making.

Painstakingly everyday you would pour your eyes over the tiny words printed in the bible and note of any sin mentioned. You needed to grasp the attention of Lucifer, throwing yourself into temptation you decided was the best way.

You just needed to see them, in flesh and blood; or whatever demons were made of, suffering perhaps?

You were once such a perfect human, trying to please everyone, now you would tarnish, ruin and stain your soul. If they didn’t notice this then they would surely be blind.

You began small, eased your way into it like it was a cold lake. First it was eating meat on Fridays, then it was shoplifting, a bit of good old lying and then you got a tattoo. Gainng confidence you killed two birds with one stone, sex before marriage and homosexuality in one night; the two were long overdue.

A little time later you indulged in some light arson- a trashcan, then a bible and finally an abandoned church; derelict and only of 60 years of age yet it was a holy building none the less.

Tonight however, tonight was the sin of all sins. The holy grail, if you will.

How you prayed they would be watching, you prayed it would please them because tonight you would take your first life.

You had decided to murder your ex-girlfirend. It wasn’t like you still loved her or anything but you were jealous that they had managed to move on so fast after you cheated on them (adultery was just another sin to add to the others you were so diligently racking up)

So here you were, knife pressed against her throat, both of you with tears in your eyes.

“Im sorry it had to come to this, it isn’t personal” you told her whilst trying to muster the courage to finish the deed.

“Why?! Why then? What did I do?” She choked out in-between sobs

“Its just the last step in my plan. The last thing I need to do to get them to notice me” you tried to explain yourself, as if it was possible.

“Who are you talking about?!” She screamed “haven’t you done enough”

God you hoped the neighbours wouldn’t hear this before you couldn’t complete the task

“LUCIFER FUCKING MORNINGSTAR FOR CHRISTS SAKE” (+1 sin for uttering Christs name in vain) You were about make the fatal cut when a voice boomed behind you

“ENOUGH” it was a deep resounding voice that made you drop the knife and immediately turn around.

You dropped to the floor and a bang resounded from your knees hitting the kitchen floor. Raising your arms out I front of you, you were not sure whether you were doing this for mercy fuelled by fear or to worship the devil in front of you. “Lucifer… it’s you” you uttered, looked up at them as if they were some bronzed statue of a marked hero.

“I have seen enough” they told you, then they must have used some kind of magic because with a wave of their hand your victim was slumped on the floor.

“All of this… it.. it was for you, just, ever since I dreamt you I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I haven’t slept right in months all I could do is pour myself over the bible and live to please you” your eyes drifted away from them as you progressed your devotion aloud.

“And how impressed I have been” they took a step towards you, the sound of platformed boots hitting the floor echoed in the room until they crouched in front of you, still a little taller but closer to where you could see one another. You still hadn’t dared to peer into those blue eyes, the vortex of death trapped in two little spheres. “Oh, you were so innocent” they savoured the taste of the word on their tongue “but you have ruined yourself so very well for me, such a bad girl” Lucifer took your face in a cold hand and shifted your jaw so you were looking directly at her.

God how the fuck did the devil make you so horny? They must have known what they were doing.

“I must confess, I noticed you before all of this” they began again, not breaking contact “I noticed how you sat and prayed every Sunday, on your knees under golden spires praying to be relieved of your sins, of your lust and of your want and need for happiness. So I commissioned my little friend, dream of the endless to orchestrate those little dreams you had been having.” They took great pleasure in recounting this and smiled when your eyes lit up after they told you they noticed you.

What a lovely thing it is, to feel noticed, when you felt no body had ever really noticed you at all.

You were speechless so they continued.

“I saw the potential inside of you, inside of that innocent hopeless little girl I saw power within you. I have been waiting for you to recognise it.” They took the hand away from your face and stood up.

You shivered in the dark shadows that their wings created.

“However, I couldn’t have you killing anyone, just yet or else I might have god on my back” they offered you a hand, to help you from the floor, you took it. They were very strong as they managed to prize your tired body from the floor.

Pulling you up, you landed in their chest and you pulled back a little, shocked at the proximity, and shocked that the devil smelled good. Like burning wood and earth. They wrapped a wing and an arm around your shivering body.

“Ready to leave?” They asked looking down with raw anticipation swirling in those eyes.

You looked around one last time “yes…. Oh but, will she be okay” you gestured to the unmoving body behind you.

Lucifer let out a low dark chuckle that make all of your organs quake, it was like their laugh had just prompted an earthquake “awww, your still the innocent girl I first lay i eyes on all those months ago” she caressed your face with her hand gently “she will be fine, unfortunately, it will all seem like well, a dream”

“ oh, okay” you turned back around and Lucifer took their arm from your shoulder and linked it through yours whilst still keeping you under their strong wing.

“Shall we leave this place darling, I can’t wait to show you our home, in hell” they asked you, you had never imagined that the devil could have such soft and beautiful expressions, ones that made you want to reach out and touch their face to make sure they were real.

The smile you gave them was enough of an answer and you watched as they opened up a dark portal, swirling red and orange like a fire but someone had photographed it with the pin wheel filter.

They squeezed your arm “hold on tight”

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[bi-bard]

Some Part of Me Came Must Have Died the Final Time You Called Me, "Baby" - Joel Miller Imagine [The Last of Us (HBO)]

Title: Some Part of Me Came Must Have Died the Final Time You Called Me, "Baby"

Pairing: Joel Miller X Reader

Based On: First Time

Word Count: 3,231

Warning(s): main character death, violence, injury

Summary: Joel is offered a rare glimpse of hope after the apocalypse had started. However, the universe can pull away signs of hope just as fast it can offer them.

Author's Note: I've changed this song's story about three times... oops.

UNREAL UNEARTH - HOZIER WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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The first time that I met Joel it was because he was being dragged in very suddenly by Tess.

I had just sat down at my dining room table and placed my head and my hands. I was so tired. But then again, so was everyone else. At some point, everyone being tired just means that no one is and this state of being is just considered normal.

Doesn't mean that I had to like it.

I felt like I had done nothing but panic all day. People needed my help. They always did. The problem was that those in charge didn't like that I was trying to help people without taking part in whatever strange structure they had been developing. So, it all had to be done very quietly.

Which was hard to do when people were busting down my door... like Tess did.

She hadn't even tried to knock. She knew that she was less of a guest and more of a regular patient at this point. Instead of knocking, she shoved the door open, allowing it to bang against the wall it was next to.

"Hey, hey, what the hell," I asked. "What'd my wall do?"

"Sorry, not the wall's fault," she replied as she closed the door again. "Just tired of dealing with this hardass."

The man with her grumbled and rolled his eyes.

"Dumbass got his hand cut open," she explained. "Fix him. Please."

"I'm fine," the man muttered.

"The hall you are," she snapped at him.

"Let me look," I said, holding my hands up. I stood up and held out my hand. He glared at it for a few moments before finally letting out a huff and letting me grab his hand. "Oh, that is nasty. Come on. Sit down. I'll stitch it up for you."

He seemed like a toddler as I got him to sit down at my dining room table.

I was cleaning the cut to the best of my ability considering the whole apocalypse thing. I had to fight the urge to chuckle at his quiet grumbling and huffing at the stinging.

"So, Tess, who's hand am I working on," I asked.

"Could ask me," the man replied. "Joel."

"Well, Joel, you didn't seem like the talking kind," I shrugged.

"(Y/n) was a doctor before this whole shitshow," Tess added.

"Almost," I corrected. "Had a couple months left. Probably why I was left alone and not made to find a cure or kill those that were infected."

"And now you just... help people out of kindness?" Joel's tone was gruff. He didn't believe that it was possible for anyone to be kind for the sake of being kind. I didn't blame him. It was hard to believe.

"Believe it or not, darling, not everybody resorts to being awful when the world goes to shit."

I heard a quiet, amused huff escape Tess.

I went back to my work in silence after that.

At some point, Tess said that she had to leave. I was focused, tongue poking out a bit between my teeth. I could feel how closely Joel was watching me, but I did all that I could to ignore it.

Joel was just as I expected: not a conversationalist. He was gruff. His shoulders were tense. His hands were calloused, but most people's hands were these days. His face was hard-set in a scowl. He was clearly a man that had grown skeptical of everyone around him. Probably why it took Tess physically shoving him through the door for him to actually get his hand taken care of.

"Come back in... a week," I instructed. "We'll check out the cut and see what's next."

He nodded, muttering a thank you. It was an awkward thank you. It was as if he had forgotten how to say it. I had to keep myself from chuckling. Something told me that he wouldn't appreciate that.

I never thought that I would see him again.

I was wrong.

It was a few days later that I heard a knock on my door. I furrowed my eyebrows. It had been late. Most people didn't bother coming to me late at night because it was simply too much of a risk. The only people who got themselves hurt that late were the ones who went looking for trouble that late.

Joel was standing on the other side. He looked almost as awkward and tense as he did when he thanked me.

"Joel," I said in greeting. "It hasn't been a week yet, don't tell me that you've already hurt yourself again."

"Uh, no, no," he shook his head. I watched as he went to reach into the bag that he had been carrying on his back. "I was finishing up a job and found some medical stuff. Thought you'd get some use of it."

He held the bag out to me, letting me look down at the stuff that he had.

"Oh, thank you," I replied. "Here, come in."

I stepped to the side. He nodded as he moved around me.

We found ourselves standing at what little counter space I had. I was digging through the bag, pulling out supply after supply. Bandages and medication. Some supplies for cleaning wounds and stitching up cuts. It was a miracle.

I looked down at the collection of stuff I had.

"Listen. I won't ask where you got this stuff," I explained. "But I will say that, darling, you are a miracle."

"I hope that calling me 'darling' isn't gonna stick," Joel muttered.

"Keep bringing me shit like this and I'll call you anything you want."

I heard him scoff, which made me look over at him.

"Thank you, seriously."

He just shrugged me off, ignoring my gratitude. "I'll bring you more when I get my hands on it."

"Deal."

That was the beginning of a great arrangement between the two of us. He would go on his jobs and bring me back medical supplies. I would take care of whatever wounds he and Tess earned while doing so.

I got used to Joel being around. It felt like I was constantly finding him on my doorstep.

As time passed, I found something between us shifting.

It was something in the way we talked. It was like some kind of wall had started to crumble. We were becoming more and more vulnerable. Each revealed secret was a brick being pushed from the wall, leaving each of us with a far clearer image of each other. I liked it.

I found myself being more nervous. My heart beating faster, my thoughts moving even faster, and my face warming whenever I said something that wasn't strictly professional or friendly.

I was constantly convincing myself that I was conflating things. Any lingering looks or touches were simply my imagination running rampant. Any act of kindness was nothing more than Joel finding a way to ensure that something that benefited him was functioning properly.

What else could it have possibly been?

Why would I believe that it was anything else?

Those were two questions that I would constantly ask myself. It was some way of ensuring that whatever feelings I had stayed in control. That my thoughts didn't run wild.

I held onto those two questions until I was forced to let them go.

I was sitting across from Joel at my table yet again. There had apparently been a fight somewhere outside. Joel had won but had gotten a rough hit to the side of the head.

"I'm shocked that you came to me when there wasn't any visible blood," I said quietly as I leaned back in my seat. He seemed fine, thankfully.

"I knew that you'd never let me hear the end of it until you checked it," he muttered.

"Aw, you learn fast, darling."

"I thought you were gonna stop calling me that if I kept bringing you supplies."

"I don't see any supplies," I commented.

He nodded toward his bag, which was sitting on the table.

"Joel...," I mumbled, almost sounding like a disappointed parent. Or like an owner that just watched their cat drag in a dead bird. I opened the bag and found supplies tucked away in the bottom. "The fight... it wasn't over these, was it?"

"Asshole was trying to take the meds-"

"Joel!"

"I didn't have a choice!"

"You could've just given him the drugs instead of getting yourself hurt," I lowered my voice and leaned in a bit closer, trying to not alert anyone around us.

Joel mimicked my movements, "You were almost out-"

"That is my problem to solve."

"Not anymore."

"Why not?"

It was a question that hung in the air between us. It weighed it down, making it tense. Heavy. There was an answer there. Sitting in that space.

Joel went to lean back, clearly going to shrug off the whole event.

I didn't let him. Instead, I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his in the most awkward kiss I had experienced since I was in high school. Regardless of how awkward it was, it felt right. Almost comforting. In a world where proper connection felt impossible, this moment made it seem like the easiest thing in the world.

It was a short-lived moment. A matter of seconds before Joel pulled back. I leaned back too. Any comfort I had found faded away in seconds, now replaced by a kind of fear that I hadn't felt in far too long.

"I'm sorry," I muttered to him. "I shouldn't have done that. I-I'm sorry-"

Joel cut me off by leaning forward and kissing me again. It was as if he had been waiting for me to say that it was alright and after I kissed him, he knew that it was. My hand came up to touch his cheek, thumb dragging along the scruff on his face.

He leaned back. I smiled at him, hand still on his face. I saw the grin forming on his lips.

"I should... I should go," he mumbled.

"You could," I nodded.

"Or... I could stay here a bit longer."

"I like that idea a lot more."

He chuckled at me. "I thought you would."

It felt as if everything changed after that.

Objectively, not much had. Joel was still bringing me medical supplies. He was still having me look over injuries.

But something had still shifted.

It was nice. And weird.

I had gone through so much time on my own. I had shoved myself away from everyone. I had been someone hidden in the background. There when needed, blending in when I wasn't. Joel had largely done the same, hiding from any kind of connection for his own sake. Neither one of us truly knew what to do now that there was all this attention on us.

But we learned. Slowly.

I liked it.

Despite all of the fear, despite all of the life we had both lived through already, there was this kind of innocence that came with whatever we had. It was strange to have to relearn myself. But it was worth it. The highs and the lows of it all.

I think that being with him forced me to let my guard down.

I expected to hate the idea. To always feel that pit in my stomach that came with the fear of never being prepared enough, of nothing being scared enough. But it didn't seem too bad. It was nice, actually.

Every time that I felt the word "darling" pass my lips, the more at peace I felt with myself. With the world around me. Something that I never thought I would experience... or want to experience for that matter.

Maybe that made me a fool. Maybe that made everything that happened that night my fault.

I had no reason to believe that that day was going to be any different from any other before it.

I had woken up next to Joel, which had been happening more and more. I could remember smiling to myself when I did. I had been more comfortable with him than I had throughout most of my past.

We both had gotten up and gone to our respective jobs like it was any other day. He told me that he was going to come back to my place when he was done. I had joked about him making it home before me at sitting at my doorstep like a lost puppy. He chuckled and muttered that he would see me later.

I watched him walk to the door before I stopped him. "Darling..."

He stopped with his hand on the doorknob and looked back at me. "Yeah?"

I paused for a moment before walking over to him. I kissed him gently. "I... I love you."

It had taken me months to get the words out. I had been thinking about it for ages at that point and something about the moment felt right. Nothing in the day had gone wrong yet. There hadn't been any bad news that morning. Everything had simply been quiet and calm. I felt as if I needed to say it then and there.

There was a long pause where Joel just stared at me.

I wanted to apologize. Take it all back and let our day go on as planned.

I didn't get a chance. Before a word could escape me, he replied, "I love you too."

I froze for a moment before a smile formed on my face. I leaned in and kissed him again. When I pulled back, I tugged the door open, causing his hand to fall from the doorknob.

"See you later," I said as I walked out.

"Yeah, see you."

I spent the whole day with a dumb grin on my face. Comforted and safe. It was strange to feel like that while working. It had been one of the only times that my guard had truly come back up all the way now. But I couldn't help it. I had gotten so comfortable with Joel that it made me comfortable with the rest of the world.

It wasn't until I made my way home that anything seemed wrong.

I was walking down the hallway back to my place. As I did, I saw that my door was cracked open. I furrowed my eyebrows, immediately slowing my steps.

I tried to make sure that I hadn't stepped on any squeaky floorboards.

As I got closer, I heard two voices muttering back and forth to each other and the distinct sound of someone rummaging through my stuff.

I should have turned around then. I should've gone to get somebody. I should've done anything other than open the door. But I didn't listen to that intuition. Instead, I slowly opened the door, hoping that it wouldn't creak on its hinges.

I saw two boys rummaging through my stuff. One of them in the kitchen. The other in my dresser.

"What the hell are you doing," I asked.

They both turned around to face me.

"Go ahead, answer me," I pushed, trying to be braver than I was. I was already certain that they were there for the meds that Joel had gotten me, but I wanted them to admit it.

"Grab 'em," the guy at my dresser said.

I took off as the boy at my kitchen cabinets ran toward me. There wasn't much room to move. I was hoping that I could get around and back to the door before he caught up to me.

I wasn't so lucky.

I had made it around to the kitchen counter. However, when I tried to run around again and back to the door, the guy managed to get in front of me. He grabbed me.

I struggled. I did all that I could to get away from him.

I think that scared him. The next thing I knew, there was a knife sinking into my stomach. I gasped.

I had never thought about what something like that would feel like. It was strange. It was sharp. A shooting pain that burned through my body. But some part of me almost felt... numb? As if as soon as the pain started, it stopped.

The boy looked just as shocked as I did. As if he truly didn't believe that he had the ability to hurt someone. I wonder what went through his mind. If it was some promise that he made not to hurt someone or some promise to get better or if he was realizing that all of this pain and suffering was going too far.

His panic caused him to jerk the knife to the side, cutting even further along my stomach before abruptly pulling the blade out.

He stumbled backward as I fell to the floor. I clasped my arms over my stomach, hoping to stop some of what was coming out. I heard his friend yelling at him to go after slamming the dresser shut. I heard something like a stunned 'oh shit' before insisting that they still go.

It was like poetic justice.

Joel walked into the doorway just as the boys shoved their way out. I met his eyes from my place on the floor.

I felt my vision tunneling as Joel's voice echoed in my ears. He was yelling at the boys who were running out.

"Joel..."

My voice came out weak. Weaker than I wanted it to.

It seemed to get his attention though. He would have all the time in the world to track those boys down. I wasn't going to be so fortunate.

He ran over, kneeling next to me. He grabbed the sides of my face, moving my head so I'd look him in the eyes. I tried to lean into his hand, searching for some kind of comfort.

"There you are... look at me," he muttered. "I've got you."

He pulled away from me. He was frantically looking around my now-messy place, looking for where my supplies had been thrown.

When he ran back over, he was holding my box of stuff for stitches. I almost wanted to chuckle. I knew that stitches were not going to work. The cut was too big, too deep. It had simply been too long for them to solve anything.

I found myself just wanting him to look at me again.

I reached up and touched his cheek. "Darling..."

He shushed me quietly. "I... I'm gonna... I'm gonna fix this. You're gonna be just fine, alright? Just fine."

I didn't respond. I simply dragged my thumb along his cheek before I pulled my hand away again.

I found my vision growing even darker than it had before. I let my eyes flutter closed. It was strange, being so aware of my death. I always thought that I'd be overcome by shock. Or that I'd go in my sleep. Anything that didn't force me to face the presence of death directly.

And in the end, I never found myself minding how death loomed over my shoulder the entire time. I was focused on Joel. Having him there, getting to touch him... getting to call him "darling" one last time.

If I could find one thing about death to remember in whatever afterlife I found myself in, I would like it to be that I was loved.

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[bomberqueen17]

yeet

the kitchen is empty.

the more i look at it the more it's obvious that the original owners of the house, who bought it as new construction in 1950, remodeled the kitchen sometime in the 1970s, probably around 1974.

anyway the only thing i'm actually sorry to lose is the milk delivery door in the wall. it's been covered over from the outside, and we never used it for anything-- there were random items in there that were still from the original owner of the house-- but it was a funny little "wait what is that" feature in an otherwise extremely uninteresting house. (photo and more wittering behind the cut)

[image description: a panel in a beige wall, like a small cupboard, set into the thickness of the wall, next to a built-in kitchen counter. Inside is unfinished brown wallboard, with a shelf near the top.]

i am getting lake effected on at the moment, which is inconvenient, but our neighborhood is only supposed to get 1-3" this morning and maybe another 1-3" tonight when the band swings back through. RIP to the southtowns, as is right and proper. (Hamburg got 16" yesterday. It's what you get, living in the snow belt. Outsiders don't understand, when everyone says "Buffalo gets a lot of snow" they don't mean the city itself they mean the region just to the south of it. The blizzard last Christmas was so devastating for a number of reasons but a large part of it was that the lake effect band swung north and dumped on all of us soft City-And-North neighborhoods that mostly just sort of gently chuckle at the travails of the Southtowns. We do NOT have the driveways or snowblowers for this. Sure we can drive in it because we have to commute through it half the time but we are not used to this happening to OUR houses. Also the City is run by incompetent grifters so there's a compounding factor.)

Anyway. Everything is out of the kitchen. I'm prepared to hole myself up in the office for the day once I make sure the workmen have what they need. I'm trying to simultaneously be available and also unobtrusive. Unfortunately the things I could work on are mostly in the basement, which I can only enter through the kitchen. But I also think I'm not going to try to do anything useful today. So I'm not really worried about it. I'm going to sit in the office and veg the fuck out most of the day. I have some hand-sewing and maybe will do some writing and maybe I will just fucking. Sit there and listen to the banging noises or whatever. I don't care. i've been go-go-go-go for weeks at this point and I'm just going to stare at a wall. Who cares. The house is a disaster but the kitchen is cleaned out entirely and they can do whatever they want.

I only hope they don't need me to move the cabinet sitting against the exterior kitchen wall, which is full of fragile glassware and has a bunch of fragile shit on top of it. Probably they'll want me to move that or something. I'll worry about it once they say so. They're demo-ing the other exterior kitchen wall but they're not touching that section, which is why I did not attempt to pack up that cabinet yet. But they might want me to. I'll deal with that when they say so. Give me fifteen minutes to clear everything off the top and then I bet we could just gently push the cabinet into the middle of the room and not fret any more. Whatever man.

OK maybe they were coming at 8:30? IDK. IDK.

#personal #about the author #maybe i'll have time to write! #maybe i'm so burned out i'll just stare at a wall #better times are coming #eventually #sure

[hueberryshortcake]

We're still friends, right? for Scrooge and Della??? My best friends Scrooge and Della?

"Are.... we going to talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about," Della said. She slammed her bag on the counter.

Scrooge leaned back against the island, raising an eyebrow, feeling a little like he was dealing with a middle schooler again; as in all such cases, he was presuming the posture that was most confident without being overbearing, although of course it was an unconscious decision. "I wouldnae say that, you near on lost your head on me back there-"

"I was just feeling the stress of the adventure. I'm fine now." She disappeared into the pantry with much banging and a little cursing, re-emerging with a pack of generic brand Nutty Buddies, the kind they always used to share when she was young. There were two to a pack, and she'd give one to him (sometimes it was prompted, as part of the Uncle Tax, but sometimes she passed it over without either of them mentioning it). Two-packs of cookies were shared in the house - one for each twin, or one for an uncle and one for a child - that was the pattern, familiar and miniscule.

Della ripped open the packaging with her teeth. Scrooge leaned forward instinctually, expecting to receive the second wafer.

She maintained eye contact and put the ends of both cookies in her mouth at the same time. The crunch was magnificent.

[more below the cut]

Scrooge sighed heavily, crumbling a little. "I can't fix things if I don't know what I did wrong."

"If you don't even know what you did wrong," Della said through the huge mouthful, crumbs flying in a wafery mist with every breath, "then I'm definitely not going to tell you."

"Della," he grumbled, but didn't follow up, not sure what to say without losing his temper.

Della ignored him. She threw away the wrapper, then put the two half-eaten nutty buddies directly on the counter. "Okay. I'm going to go lie facedown in the hall for ninety seconds, and when I come back, I can have a conversation like an adult."

She left, shutting the door behind her. She laid facedown on the carpet. She put her face in her arms. She ignored Louie, who was passing by at that moment.

"Uh... you okay, Mom?" he asked, inching past pressed against the wall.

From the kitchen, even through the closed door, Scrooge could hear the muffled sound of someone shrieking half-heartedly into the carpet.

"Cool, love you," Louie said as he left her.

Scrooge looked down at the cookies on the countertop. He wasn't sure if leaving them there had been a power move, or some strange olive branch, or if she'd just forgotten that plates existed.

Approximately ninety seconds later, Della re-entered the kitchen.

"Have a good time?" Scrooge inquired.

"It makes me angry when you don't let me stand up for myself," she said without introduction.

He was caught off guard. "Didn't I teach you to stand up for yourself?"

"Yeah. But today you shoved me aside before I could even start to fight my own battle. That robot was heading right for me and I had the perfect opening. But you took over like you forgot I was there. Again." She wasn't making eye contact. She punched her fist into her palm repeatedly. 'And I tried to be cool about it, but it made me really mad."

"Ah, so that's why you chewed me out in front of the entire Rectangular Table."

"I guess." Della sat on the floor with her back to the island, not bothering to tuck her legs in.

"All the Knights were there." They'd stood awkwardly and watched with varying levels of discomfort and judgement as she almost yelled at him, although she wasn't particularly coherent. "You embarrassed me pretty bad."

"Yeah. It was great."

"I guess.... sometimes I get concerned about you being able to handle things."

"Because of my leg?"

"No-! I think I do the same for everyone. It's easier to keep everybody safe in my mind if I just do it myself. Like how Beakley doesn't let anyone else use the dishwasher anymore. But I forget that you're not little, now. You're a very capable adventurer and a spectacular woman. And no longer a child."

"I can make my own decisions."

"You can." Scrooge sat on the ground across from her, his back to the dishwasher.

"That's what it really is." She picked at her nail. "It's that sometimes I need you to treat me like an equal. I'm your partner. If we aren't on an even playing field we're just going to mess up even worse."

He bit the inside of his cheek. "But we're not always equal."

"Yeah, sometimes I get upset or stuff happens and I need you to take care of me or protect me. And sometimes you get hurt or don't know what to do and you need somebody to take care of you. But not all the time."

He had no idea how to tell when he was supposed to be Uncle Scrooge and when he was supposed to be Scrooge McDuck. But she'd spoken and now she seemed to be done. She got to her feet and got the wafer cookies off the counter where she'd left them.

He looked up at her from where he sat on the floor. "Are we still friends?" he asked.

Della looked down at him. A few expressions flitted across her face before she laughed, breaking the cookies down the intended line and handing him half as she sat back down across from him. "Of course, Uncle Scrooge. Always."

#ducktales #dt17 #ducktales 2017 #della duck #scrooge mcduck #ask #hueberry shortcake #donald gave della a cbt workbook

[lediableblancdotcom]

It is long...but read it....

Future of LeDiableBlanc.com

Here is the lowdown on what is going to happen with LeDiableblanc.com. Over the last month or so I have been playing around with new ideas for the site. The reasoning behind this mucking about is nothing short of I am getting old and so is the site and it needs to slow down along with me. I have been running this website alone for almost 30 years now, and I am approaching the big 50 myself, and we are in need of a smaller workload. It has been a labor of love and still will remain one, just a little slimmer, just cutting the fat. Here are the changes that I know are going to happen moving forward in the streamlining of the site:

Appearance Database:

The Appearance Database is the heart and soul of the site, so it is going nowhere. It will change (hopefully for the good), but will remain housing the same idea of collecting all of Gambit’s comic appearances. I did a quick rehaul of the “A” section in the Appearance Database, that shows how the new database will be absorbing the other information from the site. The main page of the Appearance Database will stay the same, cover and basic stats of the comic for quick reference, but by clicking on the cover you will get not only the variant images as before, you will also get any other Gambit related information from the comic as well. The database will absorb the information normally found in: Friends & Foes, Family Tree, Uniforms, Charged Items, Stolen Items, Quotes, Crossovers, Major Reads, and even some sections that never made it to the site itself and these stand alone sections will be removed from the main menu. I feel this will be be an easier way to keep that information available, but less workload on getting this information up on the site. I will also keep the Printable Master List updated regularly and available.

Sections getting the Ax:

Some areas of the website will be getting the ax all together. Most of the these sections are now redundant or out of date. Getting the ax will be Bang your Dead, Fashion Police, Wolverine Gallery, Wallpaper, and Ads. I will also be taking down Fanart, due to art theft and the AI issues of today, it is not a mess I want to step into anymore. With artists having their own social medias and websites, I feel there will be no great loss to this area leaving from the my site. The merchandise database will be coming down too, it is out of date and impossible to keep updated. Disney is very loose with their licensing, so the amount of goods coming out is too large to keep housed. Also, most new merchandise is immediately posted on the Facebook Groups much faster. I will make sure to post some of the older, more unknown goods to the Tumblr “Obscure Gambit” page, so that older stuff doesn’t disappear completely.

Sections on the Fence:

I will be keeping the Non-Sport and Game Card databases. They are relative to Appearance, in my opinion, and will remain and updated as much as possible. Saying that, I am on the fence with the Sketch Card database. It is technically an appearance, but the cards are not available to everyone and the database can never be completed because the actual amount of cards are unknown and are constantly being made. I am also on the fence about keeping the media outside of comics, like movies, animated tv, and video games. They are technically not anything I have to update a lot, because the information is complete for now, but eventually new episodes/games will be made, and I am not really into the other media, so I usually am unaware. So I may leave them for now and decide later on those. I am really debating on taking the site back to it’s comic only roots and removing those sections.

I would really like any feedback, for or against these leaving the site. So please let me know your opinions.

Galleries: As I said above, the Fanart, Wallpaper, and Wolverine galleries are being axed. I am going to keep the Edits, Original Pages, and the Cover galleries on the site. They may not get as many updates as usual, but they are not time sensitive, so it should be fine. Those are highly used galleries, so I don’t want to take them away for now.

Social Media/Domains:

The LeDiableBlanc.com Facebook Group and the two Tumblr (lediableblanc.com and Obscure Gambit) pages will remain and operate as usual. I will not be using Reddit (why so much hate for Reddit?), Instagram never got used much anyway, and will be discontinued. I will never open a Twitter/X, so don’t ask. I am willing to take any suggestions on other social media, but no promises. I will not be renewing some of the domain names that mirror the site. I will always keep lediableblanc.com and remylebeau.com, but iheartgambit.com, xmengambit.com, xmenlebeau.com will most likely not be renewed as site mirrors. They are rarely used and the money spent on their renewal can go towards the annual server fees.

Patreon, I am going to remove at the end of the rehaul. I thank everyone who donated, it helped more than you know. If you want to donate one last time, I will be forever grateful, server fees are not cheap, but with the downgrade of the site I don’t expect anyone to do any kind of monthly support. I may go back to the annual begging, so prepare for that, but I don’t expect anything from anyone but enjoying the site.

If you have any questions, suggestions, or feedback of any kind, PLEASE let me know. Reply to this message or email me at [email protected]. You can message me through the Facebook group or on Tumblr as well.

It will probably take me a few months to get the Appearance Database up to date and the other information added, so not many changes or updates may happen until that is completed. So the soon to be removed areas will remain until it is done and uploaded.

Thanks, everyone for your support and I hope it will continue through the mess to come.

#gambit #x-men #lediableblanc.com #remylebeau.com #obscure appearance #marvel #remy lebeau

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

Choose - Lose

First posted: April 2, 2019

Focuses on: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, and Bruce Wayne

Favorite bookmark: "cried again. i will cry another time"

Second favorite bookmark: "fuck yeah"

Tier: Pretty middle of the road.

This is my “behind the scenes” series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above. Thoughts below the cut.

This one. was. wild. At 699 words, I think it's my shortest (just checked, it is) and one of my more uhhh experimental pieces.

At some point in 2018-19, I read Raisin Delight by @lemonadegarden, who is an evil genius. I read it and it broke my entire brain and also my heart. It it one of the few fics I remember my name instead of a Friends-esque description. I don't know when exactly I read it because I don't know how long the emotions it inspired had to rattle around in me before they splorted out this fic in response. I wrote it all in one sitting, if I remember correctly. I don't remember getting stuck or having to backtrack. It being so short helped as well. It was—as you can tell by comparing the works—less about what happened in the fic and responding to that the way one might via a sequel or even going "I like that but what if you..." and more about be feeling many, many things around the concept presented and just needing to barf emotions into a brown paper bag.

They stood side by side, shoulders angled outward, faces on the horizon. The wind rose, lashing stinging grains of sands against their skin before dying down again.

No philosophical intro on this one. It's too short and the tone is all wrong for that kind of introduction. There was no question about sidestepping my usual chattiness and dropping in midscene. Like I said, wrote it all in one sitting, bang, done.

I did try to make each word and image count, though I'm no Ann Leckie and probably could/should have done an even finer job of it, but I do feel like the first two sentences packed in a decent amount of information.

Tim looked to the empty space where the time traveler had stood, a forgettable man with a forgettable face in a forgettable shabby brown suit, and had made his unforgettable offer.

I blame Agatha Christie for this imagery, if I blame anyone.

Bruce, face bare, t-shirt wrinkling in the wind, had sucked in a sharp breath.

This was important, them, as civilians, as people, as a father and his sons, not in costume, not with their gear and tools and weapons. This isn't Batman being forced to choose between his Robins.

In the air, a chopper whined. In the distance, a truck rumbled. A small, caped figure hurried across the dunes.

Fun fact: Even though this fic is so short I have slightly more insight than usual because I was able to pull up my chat history with @audreycritter from right after I wrote it and then surprised her with it, which is the only way I know that I was at work when I started thinking about debt and histories and timelines and realized that Jason's death was the only reason Tim joined Fam, that everyone else would have made their way in eventually but he needed Jason to die to make it and how guilty that might make him feel if he realized it, and then I remembered "Raisin Delight" (still at work) and just about lost it.

Literally at 5:03 PM on 4/1/19 I'm listing different takes I'd love to read and tell Audrey "Or some twisted scenario where a time traveler takes them back and gives them the choice. I couldn't do that one. but I would read it. Maybe. Through my fingers."

... Annnnnd by 7:43 PM on the same day I'm casually texting Audrey "hey off the top of your head by chance do you remember how Jason and Sheila got to the warehouse?" Which is how the above sentence comes into being.

(By 8:31 PM, the fic was already done.)

The traveler disappeared.

This was very much a no-answers fic. Who was that guy? Why was he doing this? How did he find them? Were they all together or did he gather them from separate places? How are they going to get back when they're done?

Answer: Don't wooooorrryyyyyyy 'bout it

Tim’s place with Bruce was bought with blood. Paid for by the death of another boy. Without the sucking, gaping void of Jason’s absence, there was no role for Tim. There would be no grief for Bruce. No reckless rage to tamp down. No despair to fight back. No place for a lonely boy from down the hill. No reason to make the walk to the Manor’s front door.

My thesis statement (paragraph.)

Beside him, Bruce swayed. Forward, as if to step, as if pulled beyond his control. Then backward, rocked by the horror, repelled by the choice.

This is the horror of the fic. Bruce cannot choose. He cannot choose one child over another. Like unbreakable-law-of-the-universe cannot, divisible by zero cannot. But not choosing is choosing, so he can't choose and he can't not choose, and if one of his sons didn't choose for him, he was going to spontaneously combust into antimatter, I think.

Beyond, Jason stood still as granite. Frozen. Hard. Petrified by the glare of Medusa. 

Contrast with Jason, who doesn't dare move a muscle.

The numbness hadn’t yet made it to Tim’s heart. It gave a twinge of surprise that they hadn't moved. Was it up to him again, then? To push Bruce into action? To do what must be done?

Contrast with Tim (the Robin who does what must be done, who exists to help Bruce and keep him on the right path), who assumed Jason must be the one saved, because as he goes on to explain, Jason dies. He gets beaten, tortured, blown apart, killed, buried, and resurrected in his own grave. Tim... well, Tim will lose his heart and happiness and the only true family he's ever known, but he won't know that.

Or, to quote myself:

He would wake, alive and whole, in his own bed. He wouldn’t even notice the hole where his heart had been. He would live, but he would lose.

Some version of those two words were always the options for the fic, because it's about choosing and losing (not or. and.) But the options listed in the chat were:

Choose. Lose.

Choose / Lose

Choose - Lose

and then lots of grumping about how, grammatically, Choose, Lose and Choose; Lose are both more accurate but I loathed them.

Bruce had gone white. Jason had gone green.

A clever commenter thought this was a reference to the Pit. It wasn't, just nausea (watching yourself walk to a horrible end) and maybe a small nod to Megan Whalen Turner. I like the thought, though.

Tim took a step forward. Then another. A hand encircled his wrist, held him fast. The trigger callus scraped against his skin.

Like I said. Bruce could never choose or not choose. He needed his sons to make the choice for themselves. There was never another universe where he stopped Tim or let him go. It had to be Tim's choice to go and lose his future just as it had to be Jason's choice to stop him and accept what he had.

And lastly, a commenter left essentially a dictation of the dialogue she had with her mother (who doesn't read fic or know anything about DC) telling her what happened in this fic, and it made my entire life.

#fanfic bts brain dump #fanfic #bruce wayne #jason todd #tim drake

[cissyenthusiast010155]

so I watched Secret Invasion & I'm sick to my stomach. I'm sobbing on the floor , banging my head against the wall, screaming at the top of my lungs, throwing up .

[I know I'm late, but I didn't want to watch it because I know Maria dies & so if I don't actually watch it & see her die, that means she's not dead, right??? Please tell me this makes sense]

Anyway, at least she's with her wife (Natasha) :( .

-🏹.

Hi hiii anon…! Read my spoiler filled response below the cut— 🥰

PSA: Secret Invasion Spoilers!!

*sigh* I hear you. After the first episode of Secret Invasion, I was sick to my stomache as well, and I was furious, and sad, and angry at the world 😔 Sobbing, banging my head on the floor, screaming bloody murder, and throwing up are all valid feelings and reactions. ♥️♥️

Your point of not watching it “so that it didn’t happen” is so so so valid. I hear you. I don’t blame you. I watched it as soon as it came out, so I wasn’t able to spare myself, because everyone that watched it first, found out at the same time… But either way is difficult and hard to process.

At the point of MCU phase 1, Natasha and Maria were the only positive female role models in my life. I had no one else. And so I latched onto them. And then years later, Marvel killed off both of them. And they broke my heart twice. It’s so unfortunate… 😣 So truly, I feel you.

But yes, at least Maria is now with her wife, Natasha… 💞💞💞

I’m so proud of you for talking about this, anon. It’s important to talk things out. Good job. I’m always here if you want to chat some more 🥰 I hope you have a marvelous day/night!! ♥️

Maria Hill Masterlist

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#secret invasion spoilers #marvel spoilers #talk with me #🏹 anon #anon asks #marvel secret invasion #secret invasion #secret invasion series #maria hill #Maria hill death #agent hill #agent maria hill #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #natasha romonova #blackhill #cissyenthusiast010155 answers

[liesyousoldme]

“Just let me look at you for a bit” buddie yearning prompt 👀

season 6 spec/spoilers/wishful thinking lies ahead!

I don't want to fall to pieces / I just want to sit and stare at you / I don't want to talk about it / and I don't want a conversation / I just want to cry in front of you / I don't want to talk about it / 'cause I'm in love with you -Fall to Pieces - Avril Lavigne

The air in the small hospital room was cold. Eddie had goosebumps up and down his arms but he didn't mind it; Buck was wearing his jacket over his hospital gown. He was sitting sideways on the bed, socked feet on the floor, and staring at the doorway as though it was going to make Hen appear any faster.

"We could always just break you out of here dressed like that," Eddie said into the silence of the room. Buck looked at him incredulously, then huffed a small laugh. "Eddie, my ass is hanging out of this dress."

"You don't have an ass," he said automatically, then pursed his lips because why the fuck would he say that?

Buck put a hand to his chest (the one that didn't currently have an IV in it) and widened his eyes. "That is the rudest thing you've ever said to me. And now, in my time of need."

Eddie rolled his eyes. "What does having an ass have to do with it?"

"They said I bruised my tailbone," Buck told him, dead serious.

Eddie snorted. "They didn't mention that one to me."

They stared at each other for a moment, then Buck broke and smiled. "No, I'm fucking with you. Hit the side, remember?"

And yeah, Eddie fucking remembered. "I'd rather not remember it, thanks."

"It really isn't as bad as it looks," Buck said softly, sensing the tension that had suddenly taken over Eddie's body.

"You got hit by a car, Buck," Eddie said quietly, crossing his arms over his chest. "I watched you get hit by a car."

Buck didn't say anything, just looked back toward the door. Eddie sighed. Yet another thing to not talk about.

It wasn't long before Hen showed up with clothes for Buck to change into, and he was discharged pretty quickly with orders to take it easy for the next week or so, and to keep the cut on his cheek clean.

They didn't discuss it, but everyone knew Buck was going home with Eddie. They stopped in to another nearby room to say goodbye to Chimney and Maddie - Chimney had a concussion and was a bit more banged up than Buck, so he had to stay overnight for observation - and then they made their way to the parking lot. Eddie ignored the slight limp in Buck's step; Buck ignored the way Eddie's eyes kept glancing his way, as though checking he was really there. They found the truck where Hen said it would be and climbed in.

"I'll bring you to the station to get your Jeep once you're okay to drive."

"So, tomorrow?"

"You're not driving tomorrow."

"The doctor didn't say anything about not driving -"

"Buck, you're going to be so sore tomorrow, are you kidding me? You're not going to want to drive. And I've got the next 72 hours off -"

"What? Why?"

If Eddie hadn't been already driving he would've looked at Buck incredulously; as it was, he just dramatically rolled his eyes. "I'm not leaving you by yourself."

"I'm not even - I didn't break anything. I have a single laceration that needed stitches and I'm going to be bruised up, but that doesn't mean I can't take care of myself."

Eddie bit his lip, swallowing the words he wanted to say. "I'm not saying you can't. The time off is for me just as much as it is for you."

"What - you didn't get hurt, did you? You weren't -"

"No, I didn't get hurt," Eddie interrupted him. He tried to keep his voice level as he repeated himself. "But the time off is for me just as much as it is for you."

"What does that mean?" Buck's voice was cautious, and Eddie hated it. 

"It means I need some time off, okay?"

Buck huffed but didn't say anything else, leaning back against the headrest until they arrived at Eddie's house.

They didn't talk as they got out of the truck, though Eddie noticed Buck wincing a few times as they made their way to the front door. He chose not to comment on it, unlocking the door and letting Buck inside first.  

"You take the bed, I'll take the couch," Eddie said, dropping his keys in the bowl by the door and taking his shoes off. He started making his way to the bedroom to grab something to change into, but he stopped halfway down the hall when he realized Buck wasn't behind him. He turned around, finding him situating himself on the couch in the living room. "Buck, no -"

"I'm not going to be able to sleep anytime soon," he said, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on. "I'm not going to lay in the dark for hours while you're out here sleeping on the couch. Just go to bed, I'm fine."

Eddie stared at him. He took in the bandage on his cheek, the pale complexion that hadn't quite returned to normal yet, the stiff way he was holding himself.

"I'm not going to be able to sleep, either," Eddie said finally. "So I'll stay out here, too."

Buck nodded but didn't take his eyes off the TV where he was scrolling through Netflix. Eddie sighed and went to his room to change. 

It was only about half an hour later before Eddie broke. Buck was still sitting up, his back straight against the back of the couch, his leg stretched out in front of him with his heel on the floor.

"Buck, you can't possibly be comfortable like that."

Buck looked over at him, surprise in his eyes. "I'm fine, Eddie."

"No," Eddie said, standing and going to the bedroom, grabbing all four pillows from his bed. He brought them back and looked at Buck like he was a puzzle and the pillows were his missing pieces. He handed Buck the first pillow. "Rest your leg on this one. Sit sideways and I'll put one behind your back, too."

Buck complied, though he grumbled a bit as Eddie fluffed the pillows to make sure the little nest was as comfortable as possible.

"Better?"

Buck sighed but nodded. "Yes, it's better. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Eddie said, taking the seat by Buck's feet. He turned to look at the other man and couldn't help but drink him in. He looked exhausted and Eddie hated it, but at least he was alive. He could still see blonde hair and blue eyes and pink birthmark, he could still see his nose and lips and neck and steadily rising and falling chest. It was hard to look away, like the moment he did Buck was going to disappear. He knew it wasn't rational; the proof that Buck was alive was right in front of him, and that wasn't going to change just because he watched the TV, but he still couldn't find it in him to draw his eyes away.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Eddie sighed. He let his body turn to face Buck, resting his cheek on the back of the couch.

"Do I really look that bad?" Buck asked, halfway joking, when Eddie didn't say anything.

Eddie started to laugh, but it quickly devolved into a sob, and he wiped at his face as sudden tears began to fall. Buck look alarmed and started to sit up, and Eddie held his hands up.

"No, don't move," he said through his tears, then sniffled. He wiped his cheeks again; the tears seemed to stop as quickly as they came, and he let his head fall into his hands. "Sorry. I - sorry."

"Don't apologize," Buck said. Eddie could hear the confusion in his voice. "I just don't really understand what's happening right now."

Eddie lifted his head to stare at Buck again. Incredulously, he said, "Buck, you were hit by a car."

Buck shook his head like that didn't mean anything. "So you keep reminding me. But I'm fine."

"You know," Eddie said after a few moments of quiet, "I didn't actually see it happen, back then. I didn't actually see her get hit by the car. But I - I sat in the back of the ambulance with her."

Buck's eyes widened and he somehow got even paler as realization washed over him.

"I watched her die, Buck. She got hit by a car, and I watched her die. And that was - that was hard. That was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. But watching you get hit by that car tonight? Not knowing if you were dying, or already dead? That was fucking - that was worse than hard, okay? And I know that you're okay, relatively speaking, but that doesn't change the fact that there was a solid few minutes that I thought you were dead or dying. There were a few minutes that I thought I was going to have to sit and watch you die, too."

"Eddie, I'm - I'm sorry," Buck's voice was so quiet that Eddie hardly heard it.

He shook his head. "You don't need to be sorry. You need to just… Just let me look at you for a bit. Because I need that right now, okay? I'm sorry, but I need that right now."

"Okay," Buck whispered, nodding his head. He held his hands out. "Come here."

Eddie slowly and carefully moved closer, getting off the couch and onto his knees on the floor until he was next to Buck's face. He reached out hesitantly, and when Buck didn't move away he cupped Buck's uninjured cheek. Buck smiled softly at him, and Eddie let out a heavy sigh.

"You know I've watched you almost die twice," Buck said, breaking the silence between them. Eddie bit his lip. "So I - I understand. You're right, it's worse than hard."

"But I'm okay," Eddie whispered. "And you're okay. We're okay."

Without thinking, he leaned forward, only stopping when their foreheads were pressed together. He heard Buck's breath hitch and watched as the blue eyes in front of him closed. He kept his own open, still scared to look away. They sat like that, breathing each other in and not saying anything, until Eddie's knees began to ache from sitting on the floor. He moved back, rocking back until he was on his feet.

"I think I'm ready to go to bed," Buck said, slowly opening his eyes and looking up at Eddie. "But you shouldn't take the couch. We can share."

Eddie inhaled sharply at the thought of sharing his bed with Buck, but nodded anyway. He held out a hand to help Buck up, and his heart raced when Buck didn't drop it as they made their way down the hall. Once they reached the bedroom Buck let go and Eddie instantly wanted to reach back.

"We forgot the pillows," Buck said with a little laugh, pointing at the bed.

"Right," Eddie said, shaking his head at himself. He'd been too distracted by Buck's hand in his. "I'll go grab them."

When he returned, Buck was already sitting on the bed, waiting. Eddie passed him two pillows and put the other two where his own head would rest. Trying not to think too hard about it, he climbed into bed and got under the covers as Buck did the same. When they finally relaxed, there was only a bit of space between them, Buck's hand lying palm-up between their chests. Eddie met Buck's eyes in the dark, and the blue held a warmth that Eddie was convinced existed only for him and Christopher. 

"Buck," Eddie whispered, unsure of what to say next. Buck's eyes glanced down at his own hand and Eddie got the message; he brought his own shaking hand up and pressed their palms together, letting his fingers fall between Buck's. He watched Buck's Adam's apple as he swallowed, and wished he could lean forward and press his lips to that spot on his neck. He didn't; instead he just laid there, staring.

"Goodnight, Eddie," Buck murmured, before closing his own fingers around Eddie's hand and shutting his eyes.

"Night, Buck." He closed his own eyes, focused on the warmth of Buck's hand in his, and fell asleep. 

#buddie #buddie fic #buddie drabble #my writing #911

[kisisbie]

No Strings Attached | 1

Chapter Index - chap 1 , chap 2

✰ Satoru, your childhood best friend, invited you to come skating with him on the outdoor rink. You were excited about the activity, until Satoru had mentioned a certain someone would also be tagging along.

✰ authors note- This is my frist time ever writing a fic, please let me know what you think. I am open to constructive criticism! Hope you guys enjoy 🫶

Word count- 1.5k

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It wasn’t the chilly weather that bothered me, or the loud bang of pucks being shot against the boards, it was Suguru Geto.

The outdoor rinks had only just opened, so of course I knew there’d be a load of people playing on them.

“Why does he constantly have to invite Suguru.” I mumbled to myself, biting my cheek as I stood, skates in hand with the hockey stick I borrowed from my dad.

Sighing, I walked through the small path leading to the rink, snow crunching under my boots. As I got closer to the icy bench, I noticed there wasn’t anywhere to tie my skates.

Now standing over the bench covered in mismatched boots and bags, I looked around making sure no one would notice me aggressively knocking off the equipment on one side.

I sat placing my bag down beside the bench and stuck my hockey stick into the mound of snow behind me. Kicking off my boots, I opened my bag grabbing my skates that were very much in need of a sharpening, when I heard a loud slam against the boards, followed by a familiar voice calling my name.

I whipped my head upwards, eyes blown wide as I looked for the only person I knew it could be. He called again before I realised that it was in fact , Satoru who had thrown some poor stranger into the boards.

When our eyes met he smirked, his bright blue eyes squinting, “Finally decided to show up?” Gojo taunted, leaning over the edge of the rink.

I rolled my eyes, before looking back down as I stuck my freezing foot into my skate. “You already sending people to the hospital?” I scoffed in response.

Gojo snickered, “Just asserting dominance on the newbies.” He said jokingly as he pretended he was posing for a bodybuilding competition.

Just as I looked up to stress that it could have been a child, another boy with black hair skated by Satoru, smacking his ass causing him to turn around almost instantly.

“Cut it out Kamo!” Gojo shouted, throwing his glove at him, missing horribly.

Once I realised what had happened I burst out into a fit of laughter, Gojo turned back around, shaking his head, extremely unhappy with my reaction.

After managing to regain my composure I went back to tying up my other skate. Satoru decided to wait for me, leaning with his back against the boards.

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I hoisted my stick out of the snow, walking over to the rink door slowly so I wouldn't fall on my face in front of everyone.

I reached my arm over the door, trying to unlock it, creating lots of unnecessary noise as I struggle. Satoru noticed, looking over his shoulder, skating over to help open it.

He grasped the metal lever with his bare hand, opening it with no issue as he stood off to the side giving me room to step onto the ice.

I was so focused on not slipping while I was walking to the door that once I got one foot over the ridge, I slipped and fell into the splits.

Groaning out in pain, I pulled my other leg through the door along with my stick. Standing up as fast as I could, I frantically looked around to see if anyone saw my sorry attempt stepping onto the ice.

But of course, the struggle with the door had caught everyone’s attention beforehand. It wasn’t long before Satoru’s obnoxious laughter broke the silence, along with several others joining him.

Extremely embarrassed, I stood still as I rubbed my aching thigh. “It’s not that funny.” I spat glaring at gojo, ignoring the others because who am I to scold a bunch of strangers?

Gojo stood up straight, still heaving as he wiped away tears. “I’d be lying if I agreed with you.” He said, closing the door, before skating over to his previously discarded hockey glove.

Still rubbing my legs, I watched the other boys continue to giggle among themselves. Now feeling very unwelcome, my head dropped as I watched gojo skate over to the others.

I stood still for a moment debating just packing up and leaving, before a gloved hand rested on my shoulder. Flinching at the sudden contact I spun around to meet a wide eyed boy with short dark brown hair.

He greeted me with a warm smile, “sorry about that.” He started, pulling his hand away to rub the back of his head. “You uh, you alright? That was a pretty nasty fall.” His eyes shifted down to my legs, before coming back to meet my eyes with concern.

Still startled by this random confrontation, I got distracted by another boy standing behind him. This one was blonde and slightly taller, although he had a less approachable look to him.

Realising I completely ignored the dark haired boys question I quickly spat out an answer “Oh yea, me? I’m fine!” I smiled awkwardly hoping he would move on with the conversation.

He nodded, returning my awkward smile. For a moment no one spoke, other than the hockey boys on the other side of the rink.

I started to break eye contact, looking around before the boy started again. “You know gojo?” He asked, motioning to the group of guys.

“Been friends since 2nd grade.” I answered absent mindedly as I continued looking around.

Someone among the group of boys yelled over to the two boys that were with me. I didn’t quite hear what they said but the boy with dark hair seemed to.

He waved over the blonde boy before turning back to me, “Names Haibara by the way, and this is Nanami.” Nanami waved silently.

I hummed in response smiling at Nanami as they both skated off to the group, leaving me alone, awkwardly standing in the corner of the rink.

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All the boys on the ice threw their sticks into the middle, before they started picking teams. I watched them do this for a while, the boy named Haibara was separated from Nanami, but they didn’t seem to mind.

I knew Satoru was a D1 athlete, he was picked during one of his high school hockey games. There was no doubt he deserved it, he was an amazing player, both fast and strong.

Thinking back to the many games Gojo invited me too, I realised some of the boys were on his team. Noticing the matching jerseys some of the boys wore I internally smacked myself, of course they’re on the same team, they have the same jerseys.

As I was deep in thought, something hit my skate blade, causing me to trip. At least I didn’t fall this time, I thought to myself as I looked down, finding a puck at my foot.

Looking up in the direction that it came from, I found Gojo, with that goofy smile he always seems to have. “You gonna join us?” He yelled, waving me over.

I thought about joining for a minute, but my lack of experience with hockey and the fact that they were all practically born playing the sport was all too intimidating. Sure I could skate, and I know all the basics, but I didn’t want to embarrass myself any further. “I’m uh, I’m just gonna stay around the sides.” I yelled back feeling like a buzzkill.

Satoru gave me a thumbs up, turning around as he picked up a puck on the ground, handing it to an older man, who I had assumed took care of the rink.

I looked down at the puck next to my foot again, might as well enjoy my time here right? I held my stick with a different grip, and started “practising my stick handling ” like Satoru taught me a few years back.

Skating back and forth, I took the puck with me, I’d even say I was getting pretty confident with my skills. I smiled at the thought as I skated behind the net with my eyes focused on the puck.

All of a sudden I hear someone call my name, panicked, I look up from the puck, much too late though. A large figure came crashing into me, it felt like I was hit by a damn car, I thought falling onto my back as I squeezed my eyes shut.

With my eyes still closed I felt someone’s breath fanning against my forehead, along with the sound of people skating over, digging their skates into the ice as they stopped.

“Geto, you’re crushing the poor girl, get up!” An unfamiliar voice yelled. So Geto was the “car” that crashed into me, I thought, groaning as I opened my eyes.

I was met face to face with the same egotistical asshole I’ve unfortunately grown familiar with due to Satoru and his oddly close relationship despite both Geto and I hating each other.

Once he noticed who he slammed into, his face turned from apologetic, to completely uninterested as he scoffed, pushing himself up onto his feet.

I sat up, rubbing my head, great day not to wear a helmet, I thought. Looking around, slightly disoriented from the collision, I noticed that asshat didn’t even bother to help me up?

Every other person on the ice was surrounding me, making sure I was okay, and apologising on behalf of Suguru. Before finally, Gojo bent down, weaving an arm around my waist, and throwing my arm over his shoulder as he helped me up.

By now, almost everyone had rejoined the hockey game, except for the boy with black hair who smacked Gojo earlier, Gojo himself, and the two boys that were speaking with me when I “gracefully” fell onto the ice.

All of us were sitting on the bench together, as Gojo helped untie my skates. “How bout we all get hot chocolate, on me?” Gojo proposed, looking down to my skates.

I was the first to respond, “I would kill for some good hot chocolate right now.” I said almost too excited for the free beverage.

Everyone else with us had no complaints about the free hot chocolate either.

#jujutsu kaisen #getou suguru x reader #geto suguru #hockey #jjk gojo #ice skating #gojo satoru #university #fanfic #jjk

[cracked-out-rock]

Jasper x depressed Human reader

Tbh I wrote this just to comfort myself it's almost 1:00am lol kill me /hj

Tw: sh mentions, Ed mentions, smoking,

You felt tired, really really fucking tired. Your entire body felt soar as fuck. You felt like you couldn't move... So you didn't. You just stayed there, on your couch, under a blanket as some weird as show Played in the background. You felt like you couldn't focus.

You just layed there, you looked to your phone and debated if you should call someone, but decided against it. I mean they all have there own stuff to bother with, plus it's not like they would actually pick up anyway.

Your brain brought back some memories, not happy ones. Specifically last week when you were hyperventilating at 1:00am, you couldn't even cry no matter how much you wanted too, you kept dragging the box cutter across your shoulder, not cutting yourself but just keeping the blade there.

You almost completely trashed 3 months. I mean it's not like anyone really knew about your habits, none of them knew that you used to hurt yourself, we'll technically you still do hurt yourself. But not with cutting anymore.

No you didn't do that anymore, no matter how persistent that "itch" became. No now you only smoked, which made you caugh a lot and made it difficult it walk and run long distances because you can never get enough air.

Now you simply don't have anything but a cracker for a week, and that simply just made you clumsy and tired, and also made you pass out while walking to the bathroom but that doesn't matter.

Now you simply punch your wall and bang rocks against your arm and hand. Your knuckles and arm have small dark purple bruises on them but it's fine. It's not self harm. Your still 3 months clean.

Okay no, stop lying to yourself. You aren't 3 months clean from self harm. No just from cutting. Stop lying.

You blinked, attempting to shake your head from your thoughts, you we're starving, your body felt so weak, your mouth felt dry and everything hurt.

You just curled up more into a ball on your couch, which has just become your impromptu bed for now.

Suddenly, your front door slammed open, we're you gonna die? Are you getting robbed? Are you gonna get shot a die. Good. Make it fucking fast jerk off.

"Oi y/n, what the fuck." Jasper said as She eyed your cocoon of blankets and sadness.

You let out a grumble in response as you buried your self under the covers more and more. You didn't want to do anything.

Heavy footsteps coming over to you, and a large hand moving away the blankets, you tried to pull them back but Jasper wouldn't let you.

"Leave me aloneeeeeee" you mumbled out as Jasper looked at you more, her eyes questioning but also a bit concerned.

"Y/n, no one has seen you in fucking weeks. People are getting fucking worried." she said as she stood in front of you.

"Oh cmon I'm fine just let me be-" you we're going to politely tell her to fuck off but she picked you up, she didn't even need both hands, just one.

Here you were, in her hand, she held you for a second before speaking.

"You feel oddly light. Humans arent supposed to feel that light." Jasper said as her voice darkend slightly.

"Jasp I'm fine really-" she cut you off again with rolling up your sleeve, there were your scars, to be put on display for everyone, but also the Skinnieness of your arm. It was fucking concerning.

Jasper sighed before setting you back on the couch, "don't fucking move, just... Wait here okay?" she said as she stalked off to the kitchen.

And so you waited. And as you waited your thoughts began to drift.

While Jasper was normally angry chaos, you and her had a specific dynamic. She would always be a bit more calm and caring around you for whatever reason, and you didn't feel pressured to be the chaotic fool who makes a fool of themselves for other people's happiness. If was a mutual understanding between the two of you.

Jasper came out with a plate, it had a sandwich on it, she placed it in front of you. "Eat it". She said simply. Jeez if only it was that easy.

You stared at the plate in front of you. While he's you we're hungry enough to the point it hurt you just couldn't bring yourself to eat it.

"Jasper... I cant.. -" you said softly hoping she wouldn't be angry at you.

Jasper sighed before turning your head to look at he before she spoke again. "Y/n I know that it's hard but I'm not stupid, humans aren't supposed to be that skinny, and you need food so you can be strong. Please."

So, with the gentle encouragement from jasper you picked up the sandwich in front of you and took a bite. You wanted to vomit it up already.

After about 45 minutes you finally finished it, and you were fucking sobbing hysterically. Jasper held you in her arms, constantly saying the words 'I'm sorry' over and over again. And jasper stayed there comforting you, and holding you.

An hour passed now, and you were finally a bit more calm. You were breathing now and you were still in Jasper's lap but neither of you minded.

Jasper hugged you closer to her body, being careful not to accidentally hurt you. "So..."

"So..." you said in response, neither of you were really sure how to continue this conversation, but one of you had too.

You decided it was going to be you, so you told jasper everything, you told her you fears, you told her your problems, you told her what has been crawling through your head.

And she stayed there, listening to every word. By the time you we're done talking she and you were wrapped in blankets and cuddled into each other on your bed.

She ran her fingers through your hair before speaking again.

"Listen, i know shit is hard for you right now, but itll get better. Everything will. No matter how hard shit is it can always get better. So you just need to keep trying, no matter what. I promise" she said as she pulled your body closer to hers.

You smiled and kisses her gem, a small gesture you did to show intamanicy.

"Thanks jasp."

"No problem hun"

And soon you drifted off to sleep as she kept you cradled and hugged in her arms, safe and loved.

#steven universe #steven universe jasper #jasper #comfort #x reader #y/n #kinda depressing #sh #Ed #steven Universe comfort #Angst #Fluff #She'll protect you #tags are confusing #writerscorner #writerslife #its 2:30 am #lol #help me #jasper su #su comfort

[0oolookitsme]

Picnics and Fist Bumps

Type- One-Shoty Blurb!

Verse- Artist!Harry x Housewife(tuition teacher)!Y/n

Word Count- 1.2k

Warnings- Only fluff and slight financial description.

A/N- I hope this one gets some attention. I get I didn't post for a while, but I've been so active recently, at least show some interaction... No matter how much I try and convince myself that I write for myself, the appreciation is something that's in your hands. Hope you like this <3

"Harry are you ready with her?" Y/n shouts from the kitchen, wiping her hands in the kitchen towel. Leaving the towel hanging from the fridge handle, she picks up the two basket-lunches and places them on the table, tying the two white handkerchiefs on their handles.

Out of instinct, she wipes her hands on her jeans once again. Just as she rushes inside the room, Harry shouts back a 'yes' to her, fixing the headband on Opal's head.

When he does notice her, a slight jump makes him stumble back a bit. Breathing out as he gladly takes in the fact that she didn't notice.

"Bangs really do still suit you, huh."

"Mhm. I'm glad they do- they always made me look good," she laughs sheepishly, setting up the hair strands on her forehead for the last time. "Remember when I let them grow for the first time in your sight and you were really fascinated with my forehead?" She wheezes as soon as she finishes.

Red creeps up Harry's cheeks as some laughter skips out from his nostrils. "I had seen your forehead for literally the first time!"

That explanation just makes the duo laugh more, awing when the baby also squeaks to join them.

Picking up Opal and securing her against his chest with his arms snaked around her, Harry bounces her up and down on his hips for a bit. "I'm seriously very excited for this picnic. This is the first time she's going right?" He asks, moving out of the room behind his wife, who only hums back in response.

They used to do picnics and cliche dates a lot but ever since Opal came into their lives like sunshine, they couldn't help but get more tied down with life.

Harry started painting more and more, pulling up all nighters to finish one and sell it to bring in money. Y/n, who had to already look after a newborn baby and the also house (partially), started taking tuition classes in their house itself. It wasn't long before they recognized their path which led a straight way to burn out one day.

Although they couldn't leave those activities, they decided taking breaks every once in a week would be nice. That could either be taken by just sitting doing and doing movie marathons or taking long naps in the afternoon. It was just today that Harry remembered about their picnics and decided that it was time to take Opal on her first one too.

He stops making funny noises to the little bundle of joy as he picks up the house keys from above the fridge.

Waiting for y/n to fully get out of the main door with the two lunch boxes, he takes the tote bag from the chair and retraces her steps.

"Oh, I had totally forgotten about it!" Y/n shrieks, taking the tote bag from him. While it had some of her own essentials, it also had two water bottles, Opal's milk bottle and some honey in a small glass jar. "You've become smart living with me, I see," she smirks teasingly at him, laughing when he rolls his eyes at her.

He takes back the tote bag from her and lets it hang down from his other shoulder. Intertwining his fingers through hers, he starts rubbing his thumb on the back of her hand, at the very spot she had gotten a small cut yesterday.

He thinks back to when Opal was still very young, not older than a year and they'd take her to their college campus. Everyone out of their friend group managed to pull some time out from between their classes to look after her when both Harry and Y/n had to go attend classes at the same time.

"Good Ol' times," y/n smiles beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder when they come straight under the sunlight and on the final street they have to walk through to get to the park.

"It's like the campus was her playground. She was so happy around everyone... Wait! She learnt how to fist bump there only!" She laughs out loud at the memory.

Harry's brain again rolls back to that time period. She's sitting on a highchair someone had arranged from somewhere on the campus- probably stole from a lecture room, and all the boys are standing in a crew, all sweaty from their game practice. As their turns came, they pressed their fists against hers and cheered loudly, making her flap her arms happily and make baby noises.

"She was such a happy baby, I mean- she still is. Very good at socializing," Harry chuckles hoarsely, letting y/n take ahold of Opal as he takes the cloth out of the tote bag and spreads it out on the slightly dying grass- winters really are approaching now.

Y/n places Opal on it first and the little girl immediately sprawls out her limbs on it. Harry follows and takes the lunch boxes from y/n as she sits down opposite to him. Opal laughs in her baby voice as Harry drags her closer to his self, giving her a light cheeky.

"It feels so good," she moans, stretching her back under the sun and smacking Harry's naked knee when she sees him squinting at her.

She watches as he continues to serve the lunch, cheering as he sees his favourite snack inside the tote along with two Oranges.

He keeps on showering her in compliments and cheers throughout the lunch, sharing a few more of his childhood memories with her for the thousandth time. She loves listening to him, he knows it and makes proper use of it.

Every once in a while, Harry has to lunge forward to prevent Opal from crawling out of the cloth though. But they knew it'd happen, so they continue chatting away in the warm sun.

Wiping his hands off the same handkerchief as y/n's, he lets out a small burp while stretching his legs out.

Slowly but surely, Harry completely lays down after very normally taking off his t-shirt. He turns on his stomach, his feet touching the cold soil, but he doesn't seem to mind one bit. He's well aware of the dumbfounded look on his wife's face but proceeds to ignore it and close his eyes- not being able to keep the smug smirk from pulling up.

Y/n looks at him as he cushions his head on the folds of his arms, while she cradles Opal, feeding her the bottled milk after mixing in some honey in it; because she. is. a. honeybug. When they thought they'd teased her enough by calling her a 'honeybug', Harry had passed her the tote bag to let her fetch out the needed bottle.

Opal seems to have dozed off too, her lips shut around the mouth of the bottle and her eyelashes resting atop her cheeks. Y/n cautiously pulls the bottle away and places Opal against Harry's body, smiling as his body involuntarily curves against her tiny one.

Before she can control it, her wandering eyes land on her husband's back. It looks quite toned and slightly tanned, looking way too good under the golden sun light. Wishing she could write her name on it because of the random strangers that walk by every once in a while, (especially the women) eying him up.

Sighing, she pulls out her phone and clicks a picture of her most beloved ones and uploads it on her private Instagram for the boys -now grown men- who taught her how to fist bump, to see how she still remembers how to do it; because in the picture, Harry's almost fisted hand is pressed against Opal's lightly fisted ones.

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[penig]

I have to be an optimist to get out of bed every morning, so I had been telling myself that maybe my memory of wanting to choke the men in Dracula and bang all their heads together was exaggerated and the situation would be better than I recall.

Nope. No it isn’t. It’s actually slightly worse than I remember. Sigh.

Primarily, this is Stoker’s fault. He wants to ramp up the tension again by threatening Mina, so he makes the characters stupider than they need to be and than they have been shown to be before now.

We can also blame the Patriarchy for conditioning them all, including Mina, who tries to convince herself that it’s okay for men to be protective and that this is all this is. Protecting women and children is basically what men are for, after all - women and children are where society is actually happening and men are supposed to free them up to do the growing and further-life-making and such. The notion that enforcing ignorance is part of protection, and that knowing the worst is somehow worse than lying awake at night imagining the worst in a vacuum is an assumption still made today - and is just as destructive and dangerous today as it was then. Mina and Jonathan, at least, really should know better.

I can actually find a psychological justification for Jonathan cooperating in the silence, on the grounds that he is keeping from Mina what he wishes to avoid himself. His voice in his diary is calm - a little too calm - he has walked again into Dracula’s keep and is refusing to examine his own feelings on the matter, presumably because if he does he’ll be risking a full-blown panic attack and he certainly doesn’t want to do that in this setting at this time. What he feels he can’t hold back from doing he can at least not re-experience by telling Mina, which is a very bad decision and deep down I think he knows it.

I can cut Seward some slack on not letting Renfield out, too. The man is dangerous and slippery and has had sudden reverses of temperament before. If he would just speak a little more clearly (there’s that theme of clear communication again) maybe they’d realize that the sane human part of him is making a last-ditch effort to keep the life-greedy insane part of him from inviting Dracula into the asylum. But he doesn’t speak more clearly, Seward has demonstrated his inability to synthesize data of this kind, and nobody else does here, either. The reader can clearly see that accepting the offer to let him go with attendants - letting him go and following him - would be the best solution, but from the characters’ point of view the irregularity of letting a homicidal maniac check himself out in the wee hours of the morning, with no obvious place to go, must seem like an impossibility.

 I actually feel bad for Renfield here. He doesn’t know what Seward et al know about Dracula and presumably what he himself knows about Dracula and the opposition mounted against him stems mostly from overheard snippets of asylum gossip and Dracula himself. If Seward doesn’t know about vampires, telling him the truth - a man made of mist and bats is promising me life eternal if I’ll let him in and I think accepting the offer would go very badly for everyone but me, but I can’t resist the offer forever - is the one sure way to never get out.

One thing that occurs to me now, which didn’t when I first read it, is that Mina might be pregnant. Van Helsing hinted at the idea - in an oblique  way that a modern reader inexperienced in reading Victorians can be excused for overlooking. (I have scanned for it but can’t find the line to quote it, and can’t remember exactly when it happened. It should be in one of Seward’s entries of the last three days.) I thought he was referring only to the possibility being one that is unavoidable in married women in a time without reliable birth control, but today from the way everyone is treating her and the way she submits to the silent treatment and is so much more emotional than usual, I think she is showing early signs that everyone is too delicate to mention openly even in their journals. This is a time when women were using codes and coy euphemisms to track their cycles and record their own and their friends reproductive status in the diaries they never expected anyone else to read, after all. Trying not to discuss agitating subjects in front of the pregnant lady is, on the face of it, simply manners - in most situations. That it’s counterproductive here doesn’t change anybody’s reflexive behavior.

If she is, I wonder if Dracula can smell it on her? Because she’s a tempting enough target as a revenge strike; as a pregnant woman bursting with life in addition, she would be irresistible.

I suppose, at a stretch, even without that I can even excuse Mina’s not relating her experiences with disordered sleep directly as the result of sleep deprivation and post-hypnotic suggestion. Still, Mina is smart enough to recognize the threat and the similarity to Lucy’s experience, and it’s frustrating that she doesn’t.

Arthur and Quincy are simply falling into their lord-of-the-manor and macho-Texan patriarchal roles, and I could kick them for it. (Quincy shooting at the bat in the middle of London is the sort of thing that only a Texan abroad could get away with - he couldn’t do it at home, and he couldn’t do it if he were an Englishman, but a Texan in England can get away with anything if he drawls about it with a straight face afterward and yeah, as a Texan, I approve. Incidentally it must be a very torpid bat to get shot, or an impossibly lucky sharpshooter to shoot a bat out of the air, so it’s no wonder he missed)

Mostly, however, Stoker is going the idiot plot route and I blame him soundly for it.

#dracula daily #patriarchy #idiot plot #Mina #the silent treatment