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Perfect for me (Max Thunderman x GN!Reader)

Summary: Max Thunderman had his eyes on you since your friendship began but ever since your friendship with Phoebe you guys haven't been 'friends' necessarily. When he gets a moment with you, will he let his rivalry with his sister get in between you guys? Part Two: Imperfectly Loved Pronouns: You/Yours They/Them Warnings: None other than fluff to angst Word Count: 6.8k

Phoebe welcomed her friend, you, in with a bright smile and a short hug. “So, I was thinking, movie marathon with tons of snacks, some karaoke, and then we end the night with a sleepover!” The wavy brown haired girl told you, closing the door behind you as you walked in and sat on the couch.

You tapped on your knees with a smile to her, “Sounds great!” you responded, looking around the colorful home before turning your attention back to Phoebe. “I didn’t bring any of my stuff though, I didn’t know we’d be having a sleepover.” You told Phoebe honestly, shrugging your shoulders slightly but Phoebe simply laughed it off. “We can pick your stuff up later, no worries.” She comforted, putting a hand on your shoulder before going to the kitchen to prepare some of  the snacks the two of you would have. Suddenly she let out a rather loud groan, “Darn, I think I left my checklist in my bedroom, I’ll be right back okay?” Phoebe told you, already heading up the steps of her staircase. You yelled out an ‘Okay!’ as you watched her figure retreat upstairs, quickly turning back around and opening your phone to scroll through it in silence. 

Footsteps were heard, echoing on the wooden floors behind you. You assumed it was Phoebe who had come back from her bedroom, so you turned around but were met face to face with Max Thunderman, Phoebe's twin brother. “Oh, hey Max.” You greeted, turning back around to sit properly on the couch, continuing with the activity you were doing.

Max slightly narrowed his eyes, “Hey…” He mumbled, going to the kitchen whilst looking at you suspiciously. “What are you doing here?” He asked, noticing the counter filled with tons of snacks. He tilted his head and filled his arms with about half of those snacks, planning to hideout in his lair. You were still looking down at your phone, not necessarily interested in whatever Max was doing. “Sleepover with Phoebe.” You said simply, not even looking up until you heard the rustling from the kitchen. “What are you doing?” You asked, raising your brow and turning off your phone. Max had snacks filling his hands, up to his chin. “Getting food.” He stated obviously, trying to walk from the kitchen to his tunnel that slid into his lair. You saw how Max was almost about to topple over from the amount of food in his hands so you finally stood up, “Are you going into hibernation or something?” You asked him, slowly walking to him as you noticed a few of your favorite snacks in the pile-up. “Yes.” The boy grumbled, trying to walk to his lair.

You shook your head and rolled your eyes, standing in front of him and grabbing the top portion of the snacks he had taken so he could at least see while he was walking. “Lead the way.” You told him, gesturing with your head. He walked only a few feet to a love seat type thing, he opened his tunnel by kicking a button on the wooden loveseat with a yellow cushion and matching pillows. The cushion opened up vertically, exposing a slide of sorts, your mouth was opened wide in shock. Max tossed his grouping of snacks down the slide, holding his hands out for the group you held. When you weren’t handing them to him, he looked up and noticed your shocked expression which caused him to smirk in pride. “You know, if you ever want a tour, I would gladly show you around down there.” He hummed, taking the group of snacks you held, throwing them down the same way he did the others. He then positioned himself to go down the slide, but he didn’t go down yet, he looked at you. “Do you wanna take up that offer now?” He asked, holding his hand out.

You contemplated it for a bit but your thoughts were interrupted by Phoebe coming back down the stairs, “Got the list!” She said happily, making it about halfway down the staircase before noticing you and Max. “Max! Leave them alone, go and be obnoxious somewhere else!” Phoebe sneered with narrowed eyes, walking to the bottom of the staircase to where you stood next to the tunnel. Max rolled his eyes with a smug grin, “Later.” He told you, winking slightly before sliding down to his lair, the entrance way closing. 

Phoebe sighed, “Hopefully he won’t come back up here.” She mumbled, leading you back to the couch and turning on the tv. You sat on the couch quietly, smiling gently and shaking your head at the antics of the two siblings. Phoebe walked over to the kitchen where she left the snacks and her expression dropped, “The snacks.” She said bluntly, looking up at you, you turned your head in the direction of the entrance Max just went down into. “Of course.” Phoebe groaned, bringing the rest of the snacks to the living room table. “No worries, we still have plenty.” She reassured, though you didn’t need the reassurance, it was still appreciated.

The sleepover was successful, a night filled with music, movies, eating, and overall fun. You saw Max a few more times in the night, but it was nothing more than shared glances. 

The next morning Phoebe and you said your goodbyes. Phoebe pouted, “I wish the night lasted longer.” She sighed, upset you had to go. You laughed, “I’ll sleep over another day.” You reassured, giving her a tight hug to which she returned. Max had entered the kitchen for a moment, walking back to his lair, he looked up to you and saluted a small goodbye, winking once again before going down the slide to his bedroom. You rolled your eyes at his exit and pulled away from the hug with Phoebe with a smile. “I will see you at school, stop sending me off like I’m going to war.” You laughed, scrunching your nose, hand gently holding your friends. Phoebe chuckled and shook her head, “I’ll see you at school tomorrow, be safe on your way home.” She told you and you nodded. “Bye.” You said your final goodbye, leaving the Thunderman household, making your way home.

Over the next few weeks, you had been at the Thunderman household for a good chunk of days during those few weeks. During one of those visits Phoebe had to leave in the middle of it, she told you to just hang out there until she came back from whatever errand she had to run. 

You sat quietly, occasionally making small talk with some of the Thunderman family. You fixed Noras bow for her, picked a game for Billy to play, you said ‘Hellos’ to the parents. The only person you hadn’t seen pretty much all day was Max, which was surprising since he usually came up by this time.

You stood up and walked over to his lair entrance, biting your nail as you contemplated opening it. Unbeknownst to you, someone coming up the basement stairs noticed you near the lair entrance and smiled slightly, making their steps quieter. You were so in thought that you were unaware when that person came up behind you. They roughly placed their hands on your shoulders, “Boo!” The person said as you jumped practically ten feet in the air. You turned, clutching your chest, and trying to catch your breath. There was the perpetrator, Max Thundermand. “Max.” You sighed out, still taking deep breaths, calming your beating heart. He hummed, hands behind his back innocently as he tried to stop himself from laughing. “You’re at my entrance.” He told you, raising a brow, head tilting to where you stood. You laughed gently and shook your head, hand lowering from your chest, “I haven’t seen you all day, for all I know you could’ve died down there.” You teased, crossing your arms. 

Max nodded, “True, true.” He spoke, looking at you to the entrance, then back to you. “You want to take up that offer of a tour?” He asked, noticing how Phoebe was nowhere in sight. You couldn’t control how you broke out into a smile, nodding quickly. He laughed, pushing the button and opening the hatch, “After you.” He spoke, hand extended to you so you can position yourself. You took his hand, stepping up the two steps before putting both your legs into the tube. You were a little nervous, sure you’ve seen him do this a thousand times but there was still a small pit of anxiousness in the pit of your stomach. Max noticed your hesitance and released your hand, whistling slightly as he stepped down behind you and gave you a push, sending you flying down the slide. He could hear your original screams of fear until they turned in delight, your giggles echoing up the slide to him.

He smiled to himself, getting into position as he grabbed the top of the hatch, “Move out the way, I’m coming down!” He yelled, sliding down, closing the hatch in the process. Blue lights flashed by as he made twists and turns, sliding right down and falling onto his bed, lifting his head and seeing you holding your stomach, laughing on the side of the bed. “Was it fun?” He asked you, scooting to the edge of his bed. You nodded, calming your breaths from laughing and looking around.

You looked around his desks and bookshelves, noticing a few experiments , gadgets, and other things. Max watched as you looked around, a small smile on his features. He leaned forward, hands clasped together, “So, what do you do around school now?” He asked, trying to make conversation. You looked back at him with an unimpressed expression, holding some sort of orb. You hummed as you played with it a bit, he didn’t mind. “You don't have to act like I'm a new person just because I hang out with Phoebe.” You told him, turning back around to put the silver orb back where you found it.

Max looked down, soon looking around his room again, “I know, but, she’s a goody two shoes, she probably rubbed off on you, I haven’t seen you one on one in months.” Max told what he believed to be his ‘former’ friend. You frowned a bit, turning and sitting next to him. “I know, I'm sorry.” You apologized, bumping shoulders with him which caused him to smile a bit. “I’ve actually been busy, me and Phoebe finally got a hangout for that sleepover because my schedule cleared up.” You explained to him, standing back up, looking at his bookshelf area to see if he had anything actually readable. He looked at you as you looked around more. He cleared his throat, bringing your attention to him. “Since your schedule’s free now, I can show you around a ton of other places too.” Max said, putting a hand through his hair, smirking. You rolled your eyes at him but smiled anyway, ��Oh, can you now?” You asked blandly, putting his books back. He nodded, putting his hand behind him to prop himself up as he leaned back. “I sure can, I know all the best spots.” He bragged to you.

You walked over to him, crossing your arms, “It sounds like you're trying to ask me on a date.” You spoke, tilting your head and he flushed since you caught him. He didn’t change his expression or position, “And if I was?” He asked you, he was met with slight silence. He was a little worried due to that but you finally spoke up, “Maybe you should ask instead of dodging it.” You told him, arms still crossed.

Max was looking up at you since you were standing in front of the bed and he was sitting on his. He smirked, now being the one to roll his eyes at you. “Okay, okay.” He said, holding his hand out in surrender, “Would you like to go on a date with me sometime?” He asked, smiling at you, his cheeks a soft pink, his eyes soft. You smiled back at him, “I would love that.” You respond, ruffling his hair. His eyes widened, genuinely not expecting that response. He looked at you with another smile, this one a little dopier, “Really?” He whispered to you, standing up and meeting your eyes for a bit more proper eye contact. “Really.” You whispered back to him, biting your lip.

Max decided the best place for a date was an abandoned museum in Hiddenville. The objects were covered in dust, no security systems, some of the glass was even broken. That wasn’t why he took you there though, he pulled you up a ladder to the roof, carefully sitting the two of you somewhere stable. You had a beautiful view of Hiddenville, the warmth of the sun on your face and the cool breeze made it all perfect. 

After your visit to the abandoned museum you guys made your way back to the Thunderman household, hand in hand. Once you guys returned, Phoebe still hadn’t returned, it had been hours, the sun was practically setting. You and Max sat on the livingroom couch together, Max’s arm around you as you talked about the abandoned building, the sunset, anything you guys saw, everything.

You smiled, looking up at him, him looking down at you since you were leaning on him slightly. “That was fun.” You told him, smiling gently, “I guess you do know the best spots.” You said, admitting that he stuck to his word. Max laughed slightly, “Wasn’t it cool? I knew you’d have fun.” Max told you, rubbing your arms gently with the tips of his fingers. You shivered slightly at the feeling, looking at the table in front of you, but you didn’t pull from his grasp. You inhaled slightly, catching the smells of grass, metal, and a slight whiff of chemicals. None of which was surprising you since you saw his bedroom earlier. “It was really fun, it was amazing.” You told him, “You’re amazing.” You said suddenly, not noticing how you made his gaze soften even more to you.

He took his free hand and played with your hand, “You’re nice to be around, you always are.” He said to you, his voice quieter than it usually was. You looked back up to meet his gaze, “You think so?” You asked, fingers interlocking with his. Max nodded his head, licking his lips slightly, “I can be comfortable around you, that might sound weird.” He spoke, his voice gentle, which you were not used to. You shook your head, enjoying this quiet little moment between the two of you, “No, no.” You reassured, thumb rubbing the back of his hand. “I feel comfortable around you too.” Your comment made the tips of ears turn red and you laughed slightly, taking your free hand and messing with them.

Max shook you off his ear and looked at you blankly but you laughed at his expression, leaning more into him. Max shifted a bit, “Would you like to do things like…this, more often?” He asked you, referring to the current position they were in and the day as a whole. You gave him a toothy grin, “More dates?” You asked innocently and he squeezed your hand gently, chuckling a bit. “Yes, more dates. Would you like to go on more dates more often?” He asked you, and you thought about it. You had done this earlier so he just raised brow, turning your chin to make you meet his eyes once again. 

You pursed your lips, “How about this question…” You began, backing out of his grip to face him and talk to him more comfortably. “Would you like to date me and see how that goes?” You asked, the question causing Max to pause, sitting up a bit. His mouth opened a bit in shock, “Yes…” He whispered, but you acted as if you couldn’t hear him. You cupped your ear, leaning towards him, “What was that?” You asked, smiling wide as he pulled you in by your waist. “Yes, I would. I would love that.” He responded, his eyes shining once he met yours eyes. He brought his lips to yours, his soft lips meeting yours, he couldn’t control it when he smiled against your lips. “This is all I need.” He mumbled against your lips.

After a little bit the two of you pulled apart and you sat next to him, the two of you just talking. Soon enough, Phoebe walked through the front door, looking up and seeing you before quickly looking back down and putting her keys in her bag. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t expect that to take so long.” She said, walking as she looked down, “Do you wanna have a sleepover?” She asked, completely stopping in her tracks when she looked up and noticed Max next to you on the couch as you guys talked. The two of you looked back at her, but you had a message lit up on your phone. You frowned, scrunching your nose, “Sorry Phoebe, I gotta get home since it’s late.” You said, standing up and brushing yourself off. Phoebe pouted and hugged you goodbye over the couch, “Okay, be safe on your way home. Maybe next time we can have a sleepover.” She said, you nodding in response, smiling at her sweetly. She waved goodbye, walking upstairs.

You walked to the door, Max seeing you out. He leaned on the doorway, “See you next time?” He asked, his face bright red, but his eyes were dilated. You nodded, smiling at him for the millionth time that day, kissing his cheek gently. “I’ll see you next time.” You said, starting your walk home.

Max closed the door, holding his cheek softly, a lovesick smile on his face. Phoebe rushed down the stairs and glared at him, “Stay away from my friend.” She grumbled to Max, pointing to him menacingly with a glare before running back up the stairs. Max ignored her and went back down to his lair.

You and Max, after establishing a sweet relationship, had been hanging out more. You guys had been going on more dates, breakfast, lunch, dinner. It wasn’t every single day but, it felt like it, not that either of you minded. The two of you didn’t hide your relationship, you just chose not to mention it, it wasn’t either of you guys’s obligations to share the information of your newfound relationship.

Eventually the weeks passed, you hung out with Phoebe, you met with Max, it was a routine. Sure, you hung out with your other friends, but it was mainly the Thundermans

Phoebe had hung out with you occasionally, not as much as before though. She had noticed you saying you couldn’t hang out more and more so she messaged you. She asked you if you were free the upcoming Saturday and you responded with an energetic yes. You and her made plans to meet at Splatburger for lunch to talk and maybe arrange a sleepover the same day, just see where the day takes you guys.

At Splatburger Phoebe sat in a booth, looking around for you as she looked down to her phone, typing out a message. Within the same minute you saw across from her, “Hey there stranger!” You greeted, smiling ear to ear when the girl in front of you looked up. She gave you a toothy grin, “Hey!” She greeted, shimmying her shoulders. “It feels like it’s been forever.” She told you, looking at the tablet and ordering a drink. You hummed in response, nodding as you also ordered a drink, setting the tablet to the side. “You’ve been busy?” Phoebe asked, also setting her tablet to the side. You smiled at her, your eyes shining, “Yeah,I guess so. I’ve been hanging out with friends.” You told her, tilting your head ever so slightly. Phoebe's facial expression kind of dropped at the mention of that, but she didn’t say anything.

The waiter came by, giving the two of you your drinks. “Enjoy your meal.” He said, walking away to clean tables or go to the kitchen, whichever.

You took a sip of your drink, cheeks warming since the drink was so cold. Phoebe was messing with her straw, her expression looked as if she wasn’t having a good time. You knocked on the table slightly, “You okay? You’re zoning out on me.” You asked her, eyebrows furrowed, a small frown on your face. Phoebe snapped out of it and looked at you, contemplating as if she wanted to say something. “What’s wrong?” You questioned, a little worried since she was so quiet.

Phoebe licked her lips and made brief eye contact with you. She inhaled a bit, getting some air before speaking. “I noticed you and Max have been..” She paused, biting her lip to find the right words. “You guys have been hanging out a lot.” She said, finger slightly tapping on the table. You didn’t understand why her question was toned so strangely but you brushed it off, continuing to sip on your drink. “Yeah, he’s fun to hang with.” You said after swallowing, pushing the drink to the side, a small smile on your face as you looked over a bit, thinking about the Thunderman you had hung out with the day before.

Phoebe noticed how you looked and rolled her eyes, groaning. She leaned her head on the back of the booth, “Ugh,” She began, tilting her head forward to look at you properly, “Don't tell me you like him, I’ll barf.” She continued with wide eyes to emphasize her disgust. You looked at her with a raised brow, not saying anything. Phoebe almost choked on her drink, covering her mouth as she properly drank her drink. “Oh my god, is that why you’ve been ditching me?” She asked, fists lightly hitting the table as she tilted her head, mouth open a bit. 

You were confused about this entire conversation, you crossed your arms at her accusation. “Ditching you?” You asked, shaking your head, trying to process what she was saying. Phoebe nodded as if it were obvious, “Yeah, you’ve been ditching me.” She said slowly, her mouth spinning into a frown. “Is it to hang out with him?” She asked, a little louder than her previous comment, hands clasped together in front of her onto the table. You dropped your crossed arms, placing them on each side of the seats. “First of all,” You spoke, voice harsher than you meant it to be, causing Phoebe to put her hands in her lap. “I haven’t been ditching you.” You continued on, closing your eyes to take a deep breath. “Second of all, I have friends other than you and Max.” You informed Phoebe, reminding her that you have plenty of other friends who wished to spend time with you. 

Phoebe looked away, refusing to look you in your eyes. She blinked, nose twitching slightly, “I see you guys, when you hang out.” She spoke quietly, facing you once more, not looking in your eyes. “The museum, the park, even here!” She continued, listing it out. You tried to get her to look at you, facing yourself in her eyesight. “Okay? Is that really that much of a problem?” You asked honestly, your eyes soft. Phoebe looked in your eyes immediately, practically yelling out, “Yes!” Your eyes were slightly wide, you expected that response, you just didn’t expect her to say it so quickly. “Why?” You asked, breathily, shaking your head in disbelief. “He’s my brother!” She whisper yelled, face slightly irritated that you weren’t getting it. All you could think and say was, “So?”

Phoebe leaned back into the cushions of the booth they sat in. She took a deep breath in, sighing the same one out. She closed her eyes, “I’m sorry.” She mumbled, looking at you once again, with a more apologetic look. “I’m  just worried he’s hanging with you more to get under my skin.” She expressed, taking another sip of her drink, almost as if she didn’t just say that. You paused, biting your lip, eyes searching Phoebe's body language for clarification before resorting to just asking. “What do you mean by that?” You asked, looking down at the ice in your drink. Phoebe lifted her brow, messing with her straw, not looking at you once again. Not like you were looking at her anyways. “I mean that he hasn’t hung out with you until me and you did.” She told you, a frown on her face as she spoke. “You guys being together more is concerning.” She continued on, eyebrows furrowing and mouth cornering to the side. “He would do anything to torment me, he doesn’t care who he hurts along the way.” She finished off, putting her hand up, leaning on it.

Your eye twitched slightly, still looking at the ice swirling in your cup, “Why would you say that?” You whispered, looking up at her. She looked up at you as well, noticing your sad tone. You put your hands up on the table, putting them on top of one another. “Why can’t you just believe he wants to be around me?” You asked, your expression was unreadable to her. Phoebe sucked her teeth, rolling her eyes, “Please, Max has this whole thing where he tries to be ‘edgy’ or ‘evil’.” She spoke, nodding her head along with her words, “He doesn’t have a bone in him that's good.” She continued on taking another sip of her drink. She picked up the tablet to order food and a refill since she was finishing her drink. “I think he does.” You spoke quietly, still looking at her even though she wasn’t looking at you anymore. “I live with him, trust me, he doesn’t. Mom and dad say it’s a phase that will pass.” She kept speaking of him like you didn’t know who he was, like he was a stranger to you that Phoebe was ranting about. You shook your head, “I think that’s a bit much, I don't think he’s evil.” You spoke lowly, confused as to why Phoebe was acting like this. “He likes hanging out with me.” You told her, enunciating each word with narrowed eyes. Phoebe laughed slightly, “Sure…right.” She said, smiling a little, not noticing how her friend was looking at her.

You grabbed your items and stood from the booth, “If you’re just going to keep dogging on Max I think I’d rather pass.” You told her, a blank expression on your face. Phoebe put the tablet down,

“What are you talking about?” She asked, clearly confused, standing up as well. “I’m leaving Phoebe, when you want to be mature, come back to me.” You explained, leaving the booth and the restaurant, leaving Phoebe to stand by herself in Splatburger.

You left Splatburger, texting Max that you wanted to talk to him. He invited you to go over to his place, so you accepted, walking over to his house. You knocked on the door and Nora opened the door, “Hi!” she greeted, waving slightly and letting you in. 

You said your hellos to her, walking inside, waving to Billy who waved back to you. “Hey!” He said to you, stepping up the stairs. You walked to the lair, opening the entrance and sliding down, the doorway closing behind you as you landed on Max’s bed like you have multiple times before. 

Max was standing, putting a few items together. His ears perked up, hearing your entrance. He turned around and greeted you with a smile, walking to his bed and crawling on it slightly, engulfing you in a hug. Your hardened expression softened as you inhaled his scent, “You smell good.” You mumbled against his shoulder, slightly pouting as you pulled away from him. His eyes shined when he looked at you, “My shampoo does wonders.” He joked, fixing his position so he was just sitting next to you.You smiled gently at him, leaning on him, your mood slightly off, which he noticed. “What’s going on?” He asked you, his bright smile faltering, arm going around your shoulders to hold you close.

You sighed and pulled back, looking down to your hands then back up to his brown eyes. “I was at lunch with Phoebe and…” You paused, hands playing with Max’s blanket that you sat on. He urged you to go on, hands propping himself up as he leaned back slightly. His expression didn’t really tell you much, it was overall neutral. “She was saying some really bad things about you.” You continued, biting the inside of your cheek, looking down sadly. “Saying things like you’re going to hurt me, that you’re with me because you want to torment her.” You continued on, looking up and seeing how his brows furrowed and he was now sitting forward, looking concerned. You waved your hands a bit, “I don’t believe that though!” You reassured him, this comment making him sigh out in relief, holding his chest slightly. “She was just talking really, negatively about you.” You told him, frowning as you shrugged, unsure of how to feel about it all.

Max stood up from his bed and rolled his eyes, sighing. “Of course she was,” He said, completely used to it. “she doesn’t have a good time unless she’s showing her superiority to me.” He sneered, his face a mixture of disgust and anger towards his twin. You looked at him, your eyebrows knitted as you stared at him. “Don’t talk about her like that.” You told him with a frown, disliking that he was now talking about Phoebe. Max turned to you, eyebrows raised, his hand gesturing to you. “You just left lunch because she was talking badly about me!” He spoke in confusion, wondering why he can’t just state how Phoebe acted. “That doesn’t mean I want to hear the same sort of talk about her!” You said in the same tone, eyes wide. 

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, neither of you looking at each other. After a little while, after thinking for a moment, you stood up, standing in front of Max. His eyes lit up as he looked into your eyes, searching them and your expression for how you felt right now. You smiled gently, that made him feel comfortable.

You took his hands in yours, “Max, Phoebe is my friend,” You began, the comment making his gaze flicker elsewhere for a moment, “and you are my boyfriend.” You continued on, wanting his eyes to stay on you. He looked back to you, squeezing your hands, “Okay, so… you choose me over her?” He asked, because that’s what he was getting from this. You shook your head which made him even more confused. “I’m saying that because both of you are trying to make me pick sides.” You told him, letting go of one of his hands and placing it on his shoulder. He shook his head, “No we aren’t-” He tried to start but you cut him off, “by speaking bad about each other, trying to make me think less of each one of you. That’s basically making me pick sides, pick who I think is better.” You told him bluntly, frowning. He tried to lightly shake his head but he realized you were right. “You hate when I hang out with her, she hates when I hang out with you. I hate when you guys act like this.” You continued, letting go of his shoulder and his hand, backing away. Max stayed quiet, trying to study you to see your next move. “Since you guys keep putting me in the middle I don't want anything to do with either of you.” You explained, going up his stairs, Max chasing after you. “Wait!” He called out as you walked into the living room past Nora and Billy who were throwing a football around.

You walked out the door without saying goodbye to the two kids, Max trying to get to you, leaving the front door open as he followed you. Nora and Billy stopped playing their game, Billy holding the football as they listened out. 

In the end Max couldn’t reach you, you had gotten away. He cursed in his mind, putting his arms over his head, kicking one of the pots they had outside. Max walked back inside his home, rubbing his hand on his face. He turned and closed the door, forehead on the wood of it, his arm raising and his fist resting above his head.

Steps were heard near him, but he made no other movement. “Max?” His little sister's voice called out, this caused him to turn his body to her, arm still leaning on the door. He took a deep breath and put on a small smile. “Yeah Nora? What’s up?” He asked, biting the inside of his cheek, looking at the girl with a rather large bow in her hair. Nora looked at the door and then to Max, looking up at her older brother with a frown, that’s when Max knew she was going to say something about you. “They looked so…” Nora paused, trying to find a word, her brows furrowing, fingers messing with her palms. Max sighed, taking his arm off the door. He brought the back of his hand to quickly wipe the underside of his nose slightly, a simple action many do, but Max did it to muffle the sniffle he let out. “Sad? Upset?” Max gave ideas to the girl to what emotion might’ve been expressed on your features. Noras face was softer now, a frown still present, “Angry.” She told him quietly, the word caused Max to look back at the door. “Yeah, that also makes sense.” He sighed, putting his hands into his pockets. “Why does everybody look at you like that Max?” Nora asked, that question caused him to freeze. He bit his cheek even harder as he looked down, tears burning his eyes, “I usually deserve it.” He mumbled out, walking past his sister and pressing the button to his lair, quickly going down the slide, the hatch closing as his figure disappeared.

Nora watched as Max went down to his bedroom, the hatch closed so she was able to see her second oldest brother, Billy. He stood on the end of the staircase, a worried expression mirrored from Nora to his own face. “He looks..really upset.” Billy said, walking over to Nora, both standing and looking at the hatch. A piece of them hoped you would walk back through the door, or that Max would come back upstairs. Neither happened. Noras eyes shifted to Billy, “I think he was about to cry.” She told him, and the older boy looked at her with sad eyes, his lips downturned. Both of them showed pure concern for their older brother, not knowing what to do.

The rest of the day was passing and the sun had set in Hiddenville. Barb, the mother of the household, and Hank, the father, had been setting the table for dinner and calling each of their kids down to eat. Nora and Billy had sat at the table, and Phoebe was walking down the stairs to go eat. Brab stopped her before she sat down, “Phoebe, honey, get your brother and tell him dinner is ready.” She told her daughter, taking a seat and passing around some bread rolls to the youngest. Phoebe's eyes narrowed as her neutral expression contorted to one of annoyance, “Why do I have to do it? Besides, he never likes eating with us anyways.” She said simply, rolling her eyes as she continued walking to the table. Barb gave Phoebe a look, raising a brow and sticking her tongue into her cheek, “Phoebe Thunderman, go get your brother for dinner. Now.” Barb ordered, daring Phoebe to try to speak against it. The girl didn’t even attempt, she held her arms up in surrender before going down the stairs to the basement.

She was clearly annoyed with the fact she had to be the one to get Max for dinner, or the fact they had to get him at all. She opened the door and noticed it was dark, the only thing lighting up the room was the blue LED lights around the ceiling, some on the desks he had around, and in his slide. Phoebe looked around and saw Max’s figure hunched over the edge of his bed, the side furthest from the door and turned away from the doorway as well. He was looking down at something, for all Phoebe knew he could be working on something to prove how ‘evil’ he was, like usual. She knocked on the wall to make him aware of her presence, “Max, Dinner.” She said bluntly, but received no sort of response. Due to that she snapped her fingers at him, “Hello? Dinner, upstairs, come on.” She stated, rolling her eyes and dropping her hand once he didn’t respond, again. “Whatever.” She said, turning to go upstairs until she heard a sob escape Max. She turned back to face him, not moving further into the room. “Max?” She asked, softer than usual.

Max was on the edge of his bed scrolling through his phone, looking at the messages he had been sending to you all day that were left undelivered.

He couldn’t contain his sobs, he started crying the moment he got back into his lair, and he was finding it really hard to stop. “They were perfect for me, Phoebe.” He muttered out, “They were perfect, they are perfect.” Max whispered, eyes glossed over as he gently sniffled. “I like them so much, I…” He gasped out, hand to his nose to stop himself from breaking into uncontrollable sobs in front of Phoebe. “I love them.” He spoke, his voice cracking as he tossed his phone to the side, putting his face in his hands. “I loved them so much that I wasn’t thinking about anything or anyone else, just them.” He continued, his voice was raspy, scratchy. Phoebe's eyes widened, she was blinking, lost in his words. “Were you guys?” She asked, not finishing her thought, closing her mouth once she heard his sniffles start up again. He wiped his tears, clearing his throat, “You ruined the one good thing I had.” Max stated, blinking back more tears.

Phoebe stood quietly, the statement caused her to blink slightly in confusion. She didn’t know how to feel at the display in front of her, he’s never talked so openly about his feelings with her.

Max sighed out, messing with his fingers in his lap. “The one person who didn’t try to change me and actually liked me, actually listened to me and they’re gone.” He continued on, looking to the ceiling. “Max you…” Phoebe started but paused, trying to find the right words, “They were my friend Max.” She mumbled, kicking the ground. Max turned to her quickly, his eyes were red and puffy, he looked terrible, “They were my everything Phoebe!” He yelled with a glare, before hiccuping a sob. “They were everything to me!” He said, much quieter, his voice hoarse so it didn’t get any louder. Phoebe could see his eyes glossing with tears, like they would pour any second. She looked down to the floor, she didn’t know why she couldn’t look at him. “You talk about them as if they can’t be friends with you and be with me at the same time, that is exactly why they broke up with me!” He yelled, pointing to his phone that showed his lines of messages to you that were left undelivered due to you blocking him. He put his hands on his temples. “God, and I thought…” He started, choking up slightly, he sniffled harshly, clearing and calming himself for a moment. He placed his hands down, looking at her. “Thank you Phoebe.” He suddenly said, a frown on his lips. “For what?” Phoebe asked, her voice quiet as she slightly looked up at him, they made eye contact. He nodded slightly as he spoke, “For showing me which one of us was evil. Because you really proved that it’s not me.”

Phoebe was hugging herself, tears brimming her eyes. She covered her mouth, her face covered in shock. She tried to speak, “I’m-” She was cut off by Max turning back around, “Just go, I’m not hungry.” He mumbled to her. “Max-” “Get out Phoebe!”

She rushed back up the stairs, the family all looking at her, expecting Max to be following her. Phoebe bit her lip, blinking back tears, looking away from them, “Max isn’t hungry, I’m not either.” She said, running up the stairs to her room.

Barb and Hank looked at each other and sighed, shaking their heads at their two eldest children. Billy and Nora on the other hand, were even more worried than they had been earlier.

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[letters-from-dekarios]

tolerate it

summary: you and gale were growing apart. your usual cute routine slipped into becoming a mundane list of tasks you did, and the tension was slowly rising. it was high time something snapped between you two, it was just a matter of when.

or: you and gale get into an argument that ends.. badly.

word count: 2.8k

tags: established relationship, gale x gn!reader, angst, abrasive language, based on ‘tolerate it’ by tswift, lyrics used loosely, part of the mystra hate club

Gale Dekarios. Notorious ‘Wizard of Waterdeep’. Your boyfriend and the love of your life. You had been together for years now, you knew each other like the back of your hands.

There wasn’t a thing separating you from one another- until now. Until he started investing his time more and more into his studies. Until he started going away and into the weave for nights on end. Until he started ignoring you.

You had a nice routine going for a while. He’d get up, make you breakfast, and you’d start the shower for him. He’d get ready and you’d set the table, prepped with the dishes your friends gifted you when you moved in together. You’d go out to get the paper, and he’d be waiting for you to solve the latest crossword puzzle. You were always by his side, whether it was helping him point out certain notes in his books, or simply existing by him. Sometimes he’d cling to you, too, as you practiced in your artwork. If he had to leave for a while, you’d have dinner ready and made for him. Sometimes you’d do nothing at all and everything in the world together. You were inseparable.

But now? Now, that routine turned into daily tasks. Those tasks soon turned into chores, and finally, you dreaded waking up in the morning, only to feel your heart break over and over again. You tried to bring it up, tried to tell him how neglected you felt, but it was met with apathy, a wave of the hand, a “we’ll talk about this later”. You couldn’t bring yourself to up and leave- not after all the time you had spent on him. On together. Whatever your concept of “us” had become.

Today was no different than every day for the last three months. You sat at the table, watching Gale read over the paper you begrudgingly brought in. You watched his chest rise and fall unceremoniously, unfazed by the world around him. When he was done, he got up, put his dishes away, and left for his study to get back into things.

He didn’t even notice you hadn’t touched a thing on your plate.

A few hours went by, Gale left to go to the library, and you waited. You waited like a little kid, hoping that this time- this time would be different. This time he would come back and welcome you with open arms, this time he would kiss you like he used to, this time would be happy. This time he would love you.

He was gone for a few more hours, you made dinner, and you waited. Again and again, you waited. You waited for him to come home, to become the man he used to be. The longer you waited, the more he strayed from the path you thought you were on.

The day came and went, you made no move to attempt to talk about it. You were just tired of it all, now.

As you fell asleep, your back to his, you vowed you were over it. You swore to yourself that you were no longer going to sit and watch him, waiting idly for the day that he turned back around. You were not some lovesick puppy who, no matter how many times you were kicked or hit, continued to seek love from someone not willing to give it. You were done.

You didn’t get the paper the next morning. You didn’t set the table, or start the shower, you didn’t do anything you usually did. You got up, you got yourself ready for the day, and that was that. You needed time to think of how to approach him, so you went off to your area of the house and started working on a painting.

You were only left alone with your thoughts for a short time, though, before they were harshly interrupted.

“Why isn’t the table set?” He asked, his voice cold and fierce like he was lecturing a pet who’d done something wrong.

“Because I didn’t set it.” You answered, equally callous. You bit the inside of your cheek, forcing his words out of your mind. He wasn’t going to affect you. You swore on it. You vowed it.

“And why is that?” Why is that? You know why that is. You almost retorted, but instead, you took a breath and shrugged your shoulders.

“I didn’t feel like setting it.”

“Right. Of course.”

A hush fell within your space, you wondered if he was still there behind you. He was. You only knew from the loud sigh he let out, his footsteps trailing away and back out into the hall, that he finally left. You heard the dishes slam into the sink and his door smash shut. It shook your supplies. You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream- at him, at the world, at whatever changed him in such a way that it created this monstrosity before you.

You did everything for him, everything to bring him happiness and comfort, and you were left with what? His disinterest in you?

Was it your body? Were you no longer enough for him? Was it the sex? Did you not satisfy him anymore? Or had he simply grown tired of you altogether? Would nothing you did change anything at all?

He left after a while, and you broke down. Your tears landed in the paints below you, your portrait of him becoming something vile right before your eyes. You hated it. You despised this. This was your home, too. You were supposed to belong here, and yet you felt like a stranger in the space you created with your own hands.

You were waiting for him when he came home. Not with dinner, not with the paper, or with the table set. You were waiting for him with nothing but your words and a desire to leave. You couldn’t keep doing this anymore.

You stood in the foyer, waiting. Time passed slower than ever. You sat in the kitchen, waiting. The moon rose over the hills. You moved to the couch, you lit candles. You went to bed, he wasn’t there.

He wasn’t there.

Your sleep was restless, colder than ever, harsher than the last few months had been. Your desire to leave nearly slipped away. Would you rather be unhappy and in his presence than sleeping soundly? Was that what it came down to?

He was there when you woke up, sat at the kitchen table with his breakfast and the paper.

“I didn’t hear you come in.” You stated, watching as his eyes scanned the words. He didn’t look up at you.

“I didn’t come to bed.”

“I know.”

Silence. You wanted so badly to break it, to smash it with a sledgehammer and send the shards flying across the room.

“Gale-“

“Can we do this after I’ve eaten?”

“No, we can’t.”

No. Had you ever told him that word before? Had it ever slipped off your tongue in the way it just did?

“No?” Now he looked at you. Now he acknowledged your presence, taking up space in his world. Now he let you back in. Only for this.

“I’m done waiting to talk about this. You keep pushing me off- pushing this off. I’m done breaking at your feet and being disappointed that you won’t sweep me up, Gale.” You stood tall, strong. You focused on him, yet kept the image of your happiness ahead of you.

“What kind of a metaphor is that?”

“A damn good one!” You raised your voice at him. You raised your voice at him.

“Don’t shout at me.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

Silence. Was this what you wanted? Was this how you wanted to do it?

“Fine then. Let’s talk.” He pushed himself out from the table, standing and facing you directly. The deck was in your hands, it was your turn to deal the cards. Had you shuffled them in your favor? Was fate leaning in your direction?

“Fine then.”

You took a breath, thinking of all the time spent on him— spent doting on him, reassuring him, adoring him with everything you had. Then your mind turned to all the times he’d done the same for you. So far and few in between, clarity hit you harder than ever.

“I’ve been doing everything for you for the last few months and this is how you return the favor?” You asked, your eyebrows furrowed together in frustration and despair.

“You’ve hardly done everything,” he retorted, your anger boiling over.

“Every day- every damn day, I wake up and I get the paper, I start your shower, I set the table. When you leave, I clean the house, I polish plates until they gleam and glisten, I make dinner, I wait for you- I waited for you all night.” Your voice started to shake, but you steadied yourself.

“If it’s all, somehow, in my head- please by all means tell me now. Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow. You act like I’ve done nothing for you when I do everything in the world.”

“And I haven’t done the same?”

“While you were out building other worlds, where was I? When you spent hours on end away from me, where was I? What did you do when you got back? Where’s that man who threw blankets over my barbed wire? Who’d come home and shower me with all the love in the world because he missed me?”

“I still love you.” He tried to interject, but you were past it. Your words were flowing faster than you could think, you had spent so much time cooped up with your thoughts that it all just came out at once.

“No, Gale. I made you my temple, my mural, my sky— now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life. It’s like I don’t even exist to you anymore. You haven’t kissed me in months, we haven’t had a meaningful conversation in weeks. It’s like I’m always taking up too much space or time,” you didn’t want to sound like it, but gods were you begging for him to just return to you.

“Y/N, this is ridiculous. I’ve just been busy. It’s not like we’ve been arguing. We’re fine- there’s been a lot going on,” He sighed, your heart breaking more with every defense he made.

“Really? You assume I’m fine but what would you do if I—“ you cut yourself off, choking back a sob as tears welled in your eyes. How could you say it? How could you even dare ask that question after all you’d been through?

“If you what?” He demanded to know, crossing his arms over his chest. He only wanted to know for himself, not for you, not for your “us” that was slowly crumbling at your feet.

“Break free from this- from us- leave us in ruins? You’re twisting this dagger in me time and time again, Gale. What would you do if I took it and removed it?” Your voice cracked as it raised, your hands gesturing with your words. He looked shocked, almost, that you would even suggest such a thing.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Believe me, I could do it!” You exclaimed, turning and grabbing a bag you had ready nearby in case things went south. You held it up to show him how serious you were about the situation.

“Y/N.”

“I know my love should be celebrated and yet- and yet, you tolerate it. I greet you with a battle hero’s welcome, I take your indiscretions all in good fun, I sit and listen— every day. Every day. And instead of loving me, thanking me for everything I do for you, I get ignored, tossed to the side like I mean nothing to you. You tolerate everything I do like I’m a burden to be around. You expect me to be able to just carry this weight of your disregard for my existence around like nothing. Well, I can’t carry it anymore.” Tears rolled down your cheeks, you noted his expression shift and change as he realized the significance of everything going on. It was like he was seeing how badly he screwed up just now and needed to stall to find out how to fix it.

“Don’t leave-“

“I’m done!”

“Y/N.”

You slung your bag over your shoulder, pushing past him and heading for the door. It hurt. It hurt more than anything in your life ever had but in a small, tucked away part of your heart, it felt better than ever.

“Y/N!” He raised his voice, you nearly stopped, but you kept going.

He called your name again, but you blocked him out. You blocked it all out- the damage, the outrage, the apprehension. You had no idea where you were going or what you were doing next but you didn’t care. You were free and you’d be damned if you weren’t happy about it.

Except it wasn’t that easy, of course it wasn’t. It never could be.

Suddenly, you were back in the house, unable to move. You were stuck in place, an emblem glowing around you. He cast a holding spell. You wanted to kick and scream and claw your way out, but you were helpless. You were nothing in comparison to him— did he have to make you aware of that?

“You wanted to talk. I hardly got a word in at all.”

You were released from the spell, not daring to look him in the eye. How could he? How dare he?

“How dare—“

“Don’t start.” He warned, his voice lowered to his seriousness. You became afraid. Afraid? You’d never been afraid of him. Afraid of losing him, sure. But afraid of him? Never. Except for now.

“My sincerest apologies go out to you for feeling this way. But I would never-“

“And yet you did!” You cried out, holding yourself together. You couldn’t pick yourself up if he just kept smashing you to pieces like this. You swore you could do this, that you would do this, but he was making it harder by the second.

“You can’t just leave like this!”

“I can and I will, goddamnit! I don’t want to be with someone who will never give me the peace of mind or recognition of my love that I deserve!”

“For Mystra’s sake..”

“Don’t bring her into this.”

“I’m not bringing anyone into anything. Nothing is happening! You’re not leaving!”

You both stared at each other, eyes narrowed with frustration at one another. You wanted this to be over. You needed it to be over.

“You know what, Gale. It’s really nice putting two-and-two together. Because ever since you started slipping away into the Weave, you’ve gotten more and more distant.”

“Don’t say what you’re about to say, y/n. You’ll regret it.”

“Oh? Will I? Will I regret it as much as I’ve regretted these last few years with you? Had I known I’d be standing here, begging to be let go, I would’ve never touched you in the first place. I would’ve never even laid eyes on you if I knew that, eventually, you’d let Mystra take hold of you. That you’d let her back into your life how she used to be— tell me, Gale, did you intertwine your soul with hers in those hours away? Did she convince you I was wrong for you? Did she steal you from me, or did you give yourself up willingly?”

He was silent, you had your answer.

No more waiting, no more serving hand and foot, no more. None of it. You gathered yourself up off the floor once more, straightened yourself out, and walked right out the door again. He didn’t try to stop you this time. He didn’t fight it.

Part of you wished he had, that he’d answer you in a way that fit the sad reality you wanted to twist. That it’d turn out he was just busy, that he was stressed and didn’t want to talk about it, and that he’d apologize for everything. Part of you wanted to find comfort in his arms, sob into his chest about how sorry you were for fighting, that you’d both do better. You yearned for him so badly that you were almost willing to turn around and give it all up again for him, but you didn’t. You valued your peace more than him. It would be an adjustment, you knew, but you could do it.

You could do it with a broken heart.

And in a few years, when you’d eventually cross paths again, you’d be happy. You’d have your peace and your love, and you’d be able to show him that you were worth it. You were worth the time and effort he could have put into you but didn’t. You’d be able to show him what he missed out on, and you wouldn’t be sad, or upset about it. You wouldn’t revert to that night, you’d stay the same, changed but strong, person you’d become.

Your love would be celebrated, not tolerated.

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[writersblog20]

The fight and the love

Pedro Pascal x Agent reader (ANGST) 

Summary: It would’ve been an easy mission. You were supposed to take out a group that was planning a terrorist attack but things soon, turned horribly wrong.

Warnings: SEVERE PTSD, VERY TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCE, mention of terrorism attack, being tortured for information, close to death, all the Symptoms that comes along with PTSD, quick mention of wanting to die but not by suicide, mention of team being murdered and tortured, multiple injuries etc etc, really, read with precaution and if you’re sensitive to these kind of things, I would advise you not to read this story. I have a masterlist with more uplifting and comforting storied but I wanted to try something new.

Words: 6K (oops)

I’M NOT JOKING, READ WITH PRECAUTION PLEASE! 

A/N: This could be read as platonic or romantic relationship with Pedro. Also hi, I’m sorry for being so inactive for too long, I’ve been so, so busy with school, my job, and doing the graphics on my own for a big festival so as you can imagine, I don’t have the time to write but I WON’T stop! I’ll post so now and then. Hope you all understand, much love from your homegirl.❤️

The fight and the love

It would’ve been an easy mission they said… This was your first mission as a team leader, and it wouldn’t have been a big deal but that was nothing close to the truth. One thing you were sure about, there was a leak. But that wasn’t your big concern right now. Getting out of this situation alive, was your biggest concern. You needed to get yourself and your team back home.

You were supposed to stop a terror attack, but it was a well planed trap, taking you and your team somewhere secluded to spread terror across the country. They send videos public of yourself and your team getting tortured, and it booked the news all over the news. Not that you knew all of that, but you did know that the torture sessions were getting recorded. They wanted to know something and since you were the leader of the team, they came regular back into the room you were placed in.

Your breathing was wheezy, suspectedly from a collapsed lung, you guessed. You looked at the stab wounds which were burned to stop the bleeding, so they could keep torturing you and try to get information from you. You told them lies. You knew they would kill you if you didn’t give them something, yet they would kill you if you would tell the truth. They were doubting if you were lying or not so that’s how you’re still alive, inside some sort of chamber.

You had no idea how long you were here. It felt like an eternity, but it might’ve been 2 days or 2 weeks. You had no access to sunlight, keeping you guessing if it was night or day. You stared at the cement wall in front of you and thought about Pedro and the tears fell across your face. You were sure that you were not getting out of here alive. You just wished you would’ve told him how much he means to you, hug him, tell him you loved him. That was all you could think about in here, Pedro and how the hell you were getting yourself out of this. You were scared to death that he might’ve seen a torture video of you, that might’ve been worse than the torture because you knew it would affect him on a deeper level. You didn’t want those images circling his mind. You wanted him to think about the happy memories.

That was how you didn’t give up. There were many, many moments where you just wanted to die. Wanted them to kill you and be over with this. The moments where they were waterboarding and your lungs feeling on fire, thinking every second will be your last. Every hit, every shock, every stab wound, made you just want to die but then Pedro flashes through your mind. The moments of laughter, the hugs, silly dances, serious conversations, and most importantly, the love you felt in his presence. He was and will always be, the most important person in your entire live. Pedro was your family. And the moments you were the most scared in the torture sessions, all you could think of was Pedro, thinking that every minute was going to be your last and you didn’t want to go with the feeling of being absolutely petrified. No, you wanted to think about someone you loved, Pedro.

You had no clue when your last ‘session’ was. To keep yourself sane, you talked to the wall, imagining it was Pedro. You told the wall everything you wanted to tell him. You had no idea if your team members were still alive, who weren’t or if you were the only one. The thoughts about the government handling this came to mind as well. Were they planning on rescuing you, or not. You knew that they wouldn’t negotiate with terrorist so that scared you. The thought of nobody coming to rescue you was horrible. You had to keep your mind from swirling down into a deep rabbit hole, so you refocused on the happy memories with Pedro. Like the days he brought you to Disney because he heard you’ve never been there, taking you to the beach, or you taking him back to your birth country and show him the things from your childhood. You felt helpless yet determined. It was such a rollercoaster of emotions and thoughts. You were sure that this was a form of torture as well as the physical.

The door slammed open, and you saw the terrorist for the first time without something covering their face and at that moment, you were sure you were going to die. They walked over to you, dragging you up. You tried to fight back but your entire body was in too much pain. You had no idea how many bones they broke but you were sure there would be a couple. They kicked you and you screamed as loud as you could and kicked around but they got you. You promised yourself, not to go down without putting up a fight. They dragged your body into the torture room, and you saw blood everywhere. You were sure someone just died in here. There was no way that someone could lose this much blood and still be alive.

They placed you on a table and you knew the drill. Waterboarding. You felt your heartrate pick up, the thundering against your chest, your breathing shallow and fast. You tried to beg for mercy, crying your eyes out at this point and tried to fight them.  A towel was placed over your face, and you felt water being poured over you, the air escaping you. You tried to remain as calm as possible at this point, trying to keep as much air in your lungs as you could. But as usual, they kept the towel on your face for a very long time. You started gasping for air and tried to wiggle around but they had put something sharp on your wrist, ankles, and neck, making every movement even more unbearable because of the pain. You felt yourself grow dizzy and slowly losing consciousness until you passed out.

~time skip~

You felt something sharp hit you, waking you up in an unbearable feeling of pain as you let out a blood curling scream. You tried to wiggle away but the sharp things, keeping you in place, which you could now see was barbed wire. You saw the blood seeping down and a big knife in your stomach and you were certain they had hit an organ, making you bleed intern. They took out the knife and they plunged it into your leg, making you scream again, and they repeated this for a while, screaming things in a different language. They held the knife up to your throat and made you look in the camera. And this was the moment you were sure that you were going to die in here. You saw the camera blink red. Tears streamed down your face and all you could think of was the world seeing you die. Pedro, seeing you die. You needed him to know that you loved him so that was what you said: “I love you Pedge.” The knife was tightly against your throat, and you felt hot liquid wall down from where the knife was and closed your eyes, expecting it to happen right now until there was an extremely loud sound coming from outside.

So loud that the whole building shook. The camera fell, just like the terrorists besides you. everything was covered in dust, making it hard to see. Your ears were buzzing, and people were screaming around you, giving out orders and from pain. There was still a knife in your leg, and you knew that this was your only chance to escape so you took the knife out of your leg and tried to cover your scream. You started slicing in the wires and luckily, you were loose. You saw that they left the door open, and you tried to stand up but fell from the pain and the loss of blood.

You saw people in uniforms coming in, a green laser from their guns. “Found her!” a man screamed and helped you up. Another soldier helping you as well, leading you out of the room and building. “We’re going to get you out of here chief.” They said and it was an odd feeling of relieve, yet horror. People were screaming all around you, your vision blurry and you fell again. They picked you up and carried you outside. The sun was out, shining brightly on your face. It was hot and still dusty. You looked around you and saw a couple of buildings around you, probably base camp of some sorts. There was a lot of sand, and the sun was already burning you. They gave you water since you were very dehydrated. That was the moment it occurred to you that they didn’t give you food. It might be strange not to think about it earlier but with all the pain and torture going around, that was the last thing on your mind.

They brought you to the rescue helicopter and immediately a doctor looked at your wounds. The way her nose scrunched up and her eyebrows knitted together, didn’t give you the best feeling in the world, even though it was no surprise to you how badly you were injured. Yes, they’ve rescued you out of the building but there was still an immediate danger for your life. The moment the helicopter raised up, a feeling of safety washed over you. A colleague who went along on the mission, held your hand. You wanted to ask where everyone was, but you couldn’t talk, you didn’t know why. She was trying to get every wound stable, her hands grabbing stuff around her as you slipped in and out of consciousness.

“Hey kiddo, come on, stay awake for me, okay?” your colleague begged you. “We’re going to get you home, okay? But you’ve got to stay awake for me.” you squeezed his hand and the doctor spoke up: “This is bad. It’s not looking good right now. Can we go faster?” she asked worried. You just tried to stay focused on your colleague until you felt everything grow very heavy, including your eyelids. You heard people begging around you to stay away and you tried to, but the feeling of your heavy eyelids won.

~

“Put her on the stretcher!” your colleague shouted. The helicopter was landed on the roof of the hospital, the other doctors already waiting for you. The doctor from the helicopter, staying by your side and keeping the bags of blood transfusion and painkillers, and the IV. Some soldiers put pressure on the wounds inflicted on you. They wheeled you in and Pedro was walking back and forth, biting his nails, hair ruffled, baggy eyes from lack of sleep and crying. His eyes went big as they wheeled you in the hospital and tried to get you as fast to surgery as possible. The doctor from the helicopter, telling the doctors her founding’s. Pedro was by your side in a second and was shocked to see the state that you were in. The tears streamed down his face as he looked at your bloody, bruised body that was covered by wires, bags, and Iv’s. Your colleagues took Pedro away and informed him while the rolled you immediately into surgery.

~time skip~

Your head was pounding, ears still buzzing, and your body started to tense up from anxiety and adrenaline. You heard a familiar beeping sound, speeding up, and you tried to open your eyes. The pain rushed back to you and the room was too light. You whimpered from the pain and felt that somebody was holding your hand. “baby girl?” you heard a very familiar voice, whisper. His voice cracked as he asked you. You tried to blink a few times, but everything looked blurry. You saw Pedro bow a bit down over you. You squeezed his hand in response, your voice still very painful and croaky. You heard someone walk in with heels. Everything in you was now on high alert. You knew you were safe and probably in a hospital yet, your body didn’t know that and was still completely in survival modes.  You kept blinking until the blur wasn’t so obvious anymore.

You saw Pedro with tears pooling in his eyes and it broke your heart into a million pieces. This was the man that kept you going so long, that made you want to keep on fighting, keeping you alive, sane, and not so alone. You felt everything crumble down as you let the tears out. A loud sob escaped your throat, hurting you in the process as you tried to reach your arms around him but to no avail. Luckily, Pedro knew what you wanted and very carefully placed his arms around you, and hang a bit over your body, making it look like he was shielding you from every dangerous thing in the world. You hid your face in the crook of his neck and completely broke down as his comforting smell hit your nose, giving you the feeling of safety back.

“Oh, baby girl.” He tried to calm you down, but he was way too emotional as well and cried. You just both held each other, and you tensed every muscle that you had around him, to feel him close even though it pained you. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” That were the first words you told him. He didn’t know why you thanked him at that time, but you were sure to tell him why later. More sobs escaped you and you felt something move the iv in your arm, making you panicked again. Your body jolted from panic as you tried to move Pedro away and look at what was happening. Even though your rational thoughts knew it was a doctor, you just didn’t trust it. You saw a kind face looking at you and before you could do anything she spoke up: “Don’t worry, I’m just readjusting your iv and put some extra medication in against the pain and to keep you relaxed.”

You had a rollercoaster of emotions floating through you right now. From panic, to feeling safe, to feeling scared and in danger to emptiness again. Pedro saw the swirl of emotions in your eyes just like the doctor. Pedro’s heart broke even more, seeing you like this. “Do you remember what happened?” The doctor asked softly and now you finally took in your surroundings. You were in a hospital room, next to a window. It was dark out and you could see lights from the skyscrapers. The lights in the room dimmed but since they kept you in darkness for God knows how long, it obviously pained your eyes,

“How long was I in there?” that was all you needed to know. The doctor looked down with a pained expression just like Pedro. “A week and a half. They found you through some details in the video that was shown public.” You frowned “Public?” you felt your heartbeat go up and the doctor and Pedro looked at the monitor. “Videos of you, and your team being tortured and killed, got leaked to the public…..” and once again, it felt like your world was crashing down on you. “Everyone has seen it?” You asked and your voice cracked. Pedro sniffled and nodded as he looked down for a second before making eye contact. You saw it. you could see it in his eyes, clear as day, that he had seen the things and you felt your heart break once again.  “I’m so sorry, baby girl.” You weren’t sure why he was apologizing but nodded, tears escaping.

‘How long have I been here?” you decided to ask and change the subject. “2 days or so. We were expecting for you to be asleep for a week, given your injuries.” She told you honest. “What are my injuries exactly?” you looked at her, kind of afraid of her answer. It became dead silent in the room as she handed you the file. You frowned a bit and opened your file. You saw a whole goddamn list of injuries. Broken ribs, 24 stab wounds, collapsed lung, internal bleeding from your abdomen, jaw broken on multiple places, broken eye socket, multiple stiches needed for the cuttings, broken wrist, broken ankle, water found in lungs, badly bruised neck, and the list just went on and on.

You felt tears pooling in your eyes and handed the doctor her files back, not wanting to read more for now. “There will be a psychologist seeing you tomorrow. To adjust ehh.. your mental health…” you nodded and felt a brick on your heart. You just wanted to forget about it all and never talk about it again, but you knew. You knew damn well. You already had PTSD but now…. yeah, you knew the drill, didn’t make it any easier though.

“Thank you.” you tried to steady your voice but failed. She nodded “Can I do something else for you? How is the pain now and do you maybe want to eat or drink something?” she asked you and you didn’t know. Everything was just so intense right now that even answering the easiest questions was too hard. “Do you want some water sweetheart?” Pedro crouched down on eyesight, figuring out what kind of mental state you were in and tried to make it easier for you. Pedro’s voice was so soft and kind that it brought you to tears again. You nodded about drinking some water. “I’ll give you something stronger for the pain.” She decided for herself, and you were glad she did.

You couldn’t look away from Pedro. It felt unreal to see him again. For, apparently, a week and a half you were so sure that you were going to die and never see him again. But you were here and so was he. The doctor walked away, and Pedro found it hard to make eye contact with you. To see the pain in your eyes was too much for him to handle. You brushed your bruise knuckles over the back of his hand. “Please look at me.” You begged him as your voice broke. He slowly looked up, tears in his eyes as well. “Please stay with me. I’m scared.” You told him through tears as you confessed and that was what broke him the most, hearing you, the person he knew that wasn’t afraid of anything, tell him that you were scared. Tears fell onto his cheeks.

He intertwined your fingers, and you cupped his cheek to softly wipe the tears of his cheek. “Can you please hold me?” you sniffled, having enough of being strong right now. You just wanted to be held so badly. He nodded “Of course, mi Chica.” He sniffled and kissed your forehead as he stood up, letting his lips linger on your forehead. Your hands carefully held his wrist that ever so carefully cupped your cheek. Pedro sniffled again and let his forehead rest against yours. “I was so afraid to lose you.” Pedro confessed as his tears escaped his eyes again. “I was afraid that I was never going to see you again, tell you how much I love you, hold you.” he kept confessing and somehow you felt relieved yet pained that he felt the same thing as you did. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m here now.” you sniffled through your own tears. He nodded and took a deep breath to control himself.

You tried to scoop over so Pedro could lay down next to you, but the pain was too much. “Lie still sweetheart, I don’t want you to be in more pain as it is.” You whimpered slightly. You didn’t care about the pain, you wanted Pedro to cuddle you, and the determination was visible on your eyes as he chuckled softly, but it also told him in how much of desperation you were for him right now.

The doctor walked back in and softly knocked, exposing her presence as not to scare you. You and Pedro looked at her and as if she figured out what you wanted, she smiled kindly at you. “We could put an extra bed besides you, if you’d like…” she told the two of you with a smile. You nodded and tried to give her a genuine smile back but failed. She gave you a bottle of water with a straw in and put the things besides you to your other side. Pedro helped her with the bed and placed it tightly against yours. Pedro took his shoes off and climbed in next to you as the doctor put some stronger medication into your iv. “There you go, you should be able to sleep a bit now. Get some rest, you and your body need it right now. And if there is anything, anything at all, just press this button and I’m here within seconds.” You could cry at how kind she was right now. It probably was because of the week and a half full of torture and hate that it felt unnatural that someone was kind. It just felt off.

You whispered a small thank you and looked at her with tears in your eyes. She gave you an apologetic smile back and nodded, walking out of the room. You looked at Pedro who held a close eye on you, as suspected. He carefully placed his arm underneath your head so you could rest on it. “I’ll hold you on one condition.” It felt like he was strict right now “If it pains you, you tell me, okay? and we figure another way out, alright baby girl?” He asked you and looked deeply into your eyes so the message would be clear. You nodded and let him hold you. He laid down on his side, his other arm around you and you let your head rest against his shoulder. “Thank you.” you whispered out. You felt the meds kicking in like a brick. It got you relaxed and sleepy and it worked like a charm. Your eyes heavy again and you fell asleep in no time just not for long. Night terrors are a common symptom of PTSD and even though you were safe, it wasn’t over.

“baby girl wake up! Sweetheart! please wake up…..” Pedro tried to wake you up from a bad night terror. The doctor and nurses ran into the room. “Miss…. Miss, you’re dreaming wake up.” but nothing worked so they decided to doze up your medication until you shot up straight in bed, completely out of breath, still in a panic. You were in the hospital, but the flashbacks got you back into the chamber and in everyone around you, you saw those terrorists. You screamed on the top of your lungs and tried to fight them off. Pedro was shocked in horror at how bad this was.  I mean, of course he knew it was bad, he saw the videos. But the moment you didn’t recognize Pedro, he knew you needed help. Tears floating in his eyes again when a nurse ran out of the room. Even though, you are very badly injured, your need to survival was stronger, making you inhumanly strong from the adrenaline right now.

Pedro walked up to you while the nurses tried to hold you down, so you wouldn’t tear up the stitches. Pedro was determined to bring you back and cupped your cheeks. Your eyes were extremely big, pupils blown as he looked desperately in your eyes. “Baby girl, it’s me, Pedro. Remember? Your safe, I won’t let anything bad happen to you, look at me Chiquita. Come on, I know you’re in there. please, I need you.” his voice begging you more with each word. You slowly stopped struggling and Pedro could see it in your eyes that you were back. Your heartrate slowly going down, while you tried to catch your breath and looked around you in shock of what you just did. Tears forming in your eyes. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry… I eh…..” you were shocked in horror at how bad it was, I mean, it’s to be suspected but still, how could you forget your Pedge? They all took a deep breath that you were back. Pedro softly petted over your hair in order to calm you down more and letting you know that he is there. “I’m sorry…” you looked teary eyed at the nurses and doctors.

“It’s okay, don’t worry. It’s not a little thing you went through. IT completely understandable. But thank you for apologizing even though you don’t have to.” You felt tears running over your cheeks as the realization hit you that you were going to have to deal with a lot of things. You just started crying, feeling so extremely defeated that for a moment, you whished they just would’ve killed you and that thought made you even cry more because on the other hand you were happy to be alive and with Pedro, but it was all so much and confusing with all these emotions running through your body.

You tried to collect your head when a nurse spoke up: “Would you like to maybe watch a movie or something light? It might help you fall asleep a bit more peaceful and distract you.” The other nurses exchanged looks as if it was a good idea and to be honest, you would like that. You tried to give her a smile and nodded “That might be a good idea. I would like that.” She smiled and nodded.

She gave you the tv remote and told you that Netflix was available. The nurses still gave you the medication to calm you down if you would have another flashback. Pedro noticed your need for distraction right now and he gave you all the room and time to share your story with him, whenever you are ready. He was just relieved that he had you back in his arms again.

Pedro was glued to your side, and you didn’t mind it one bit, you needed him to be as close as possible. You both watched the Golden Girls. Pedro told you about the show once and you decided to watch a couple of episodes with him and you loved it.  Even though you tried to focus on the tv but you kept going back to that moment which you thought would be your last. “I thought I would never see you again.” You whispered as your head was resting on his chest in a way that didn’t hurt you. You felt Pedro shift and you knew he was looking at you, so you looked up.

You felt your eyes filled up with tears again for the millionth time that day. “I thought I was going to die there and all I could think about was you.” Pedro felt his heart break and tears escaped his eyes but didn’t say something. He just let you speak, knowing you weren’t finished telling him. “All I could think of that week and a half was you. You kept me going when I wanted to die. They put me in a chamber for so long in complete darkness and I would talk to the wall, pretending I was talking to you. It kept me somehow sane.” Pedro listened intently to every word you told him. He was absolutely gob smacked to what you confessed and how much he meant to you.

“When they would…. When they did those things to me… I wanted nothing more than to die right on the spot, hoping they would have mercy and take me out of my misery but… when those thoughts came, so did you, it was like you pushed those thoughts away and when they would…. torture me… all I thought was about happy memories of us. Of us in Disneyland, dancing in the livingroom, sneaking into a theater to see the reaction of people who watched you on the big screen. Every happy memory I could think of, was with you. You kept me going, kept me fighting to survive.”

Pedro couldn’t help but cry from the moving words you confessed to him. “I thought… I was never going to see you again. I wanted to tell you so many things, hug you and see you for the last time. I was so sure of it to never see you again, and so convinced I was going to die there and already accepting my faith, that… that it feels weird to see you again. Like it all isn’t real and I’m just imagining it, like I’m going crazy, and I’ve finally lost it in there that I’m imagining all of this. I don’t know what’s real or not anymore….” Pedro was silently letting his tears fall until you confessed that you weren’t sure if this was real. That part brought determination to him.

“Mi corazon…. This is real, I’m real. You are safe but I understand that you don’t feel that way… that it messes with your head. But I know you trust me, and let me tell you, this is real. He carefully took your hand in his and placed it on his chest where his heart is. “You feel that? That’s real. All of this is real. I’m lost for words to your story… it… I …. I love you too. I’m so sorry that this happened, really, I can’t express it enough. And I love you too, I really do. When you’re fully recovered, we are going to make so many more happy memories. So much more that it won’t leave room for the bad” he told you and his digit softly tapping against your head. “We’ll get through this, together. I won’t leave your side and when you can get out of here, please stay at my house for a while. I’ll take care of you, love you through the good and the bad and won’t ever leave you. Come here sweetheart, your safe now.” he told you and let you cry it out while he comforted you through it.

“I would like that, to stay a while with you after this.” you talked through the sniffles.

~time skip~

It’s been over 3 months and you moved in with Pedro for a while. You had trauma therapy at least 3 times in the week and the aftermath of the event was unbelievable heavy. Panic attacks, night terrors, flashbacks, dissociation. Your triggers were enormous. Like the shower already triggered you from the waterboarding. Not to forget that your body was still recovering. It was tough but Pedro kept true to his word, not that you thought differently but still. He had soooo much patience and helped you through every flashback, every night terror, every panic attack, he was there, and you could count on him.

You’ve been given a while from work to readjust. But you still had court sittings. You had to testify against some of the terrorists that were still alive and in captivity. They had all the recordings, inclusive the last video, just before you got rescued. They haven’t shown that tape to the public but now would be the first time and obviously, Pedro was there to support you. They played the tape, and you couldn’t look. You couldn’t look at the screen, couldn’t look at the people in court, couldn’t look at Pedro because you knew, what you though were, your last words.

Every now and then your curiosity got the best of you and stole a glance from Pedro who stared in disbelieve at the screen, tears going over his cheek as he shook his head. The moment you looked in the camera, you looked up at the screen. God you looked bad, like really bad in that video that you are shocked yourself that you even made it out alive. That was how bad you looked like.

You looked down again and heard through the speakers in the court room: “I love you Pedge.” Pedro’s eyes went wide and immediately landed on you, the pool of tears visible in his eyes as he tried to give you a loving smile. Which you tried to return but in both of your expressions, there was too much pain. The people in the room went silent and the judge as well, everyone was taken aback by the horrors that played out on the screen.

~time skip~

Pedro opened the door of his car for you and helped you in. both of you were still lost for words after the video being played. Not only that, but you also saw how the people of your team die. It was a very hard day. The terrorist won’t be seeing the daylight ever in their life and you couldn’t care less about it right now. so many emotions going through you. “Why don’t we pick up some ice cream for at home?” Pedro softly asked you, both of you still not mentioned about what you said in the video. “Yeah, sure.” You told him and there was a thick silence again that you both felt.  You looked over at Pedro who had tears in his eyes as he tried to concentrate on the way. You knew that this hit him very hard. You placed your hand gently on his and he looked over at you, trying to push his tears away. “I told you, I was thinking about you all the time. I just… I thought I was going to die and… and I didn’t want to go out without saying that I loved you. I needed you to know that.” Pedro parked on the side of the road and sniffled. He got out of the car without saying anything and it almost had sent you into a complete panic attack. He opened your door and you looked at him, afraid of what was to come.

He wrapped his arms tightly around you as he sat on his knees on the ground and held you tightly while some sobs escaped his own throat. His face was against your stomach, and you went with your fingers through his hair and held him tightly with your other arm. When he calmed down after a while, he sniffled. “I’m sorry. It’s different to really see it on video. I wanted to attack that guy so bad because of what eh has done to you. it made me furious and to hear you say, what you thought were your last moments. I just… it hit me that… that you wanted your last words….” He couldn’t finish it, but you knew what he meant. To direct your last words to him.

You cupped his cheeks and gave him for the first time in a very, very long time a genuine smile. He started laughing through his tears and put his arms around you in a big hug. “I love you too and there won’t be a day gone by without me saying that to you. I love you to the moon and back.” he kissed your head multiple times. “Like you said, we’ll get through this together.” Pedro smiled and held you tightly. “So how about that ice cream, and cuddles when we get home? We could watch a movie if you’d like?” he told you enthusiastic which made you smile, genuinely again. It hyped Pedro even more up to finally see that beautiful smile after 3 months. “That sounds very nice Pedge. I’d like that.” You told him and he drove off with a smile as he held your hand.

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I will never let anyone hurt you again

Dean Winchester x female singer reader

tw: injured reader, mentions of death, slight angst but fluff at the end

It’s been long, too long for him. She has never been away this long. After the heated argument the both of them had over a week ago, she left for a hunt; since then, there was no sign of her.

He thought of calling her multiple times, but his pride taking the best of him. Usually the both of them were inseparable, the past few months, he was different though. Not able to think straight when she was around, trying to avoid her, to just push this feeling, that has never been there before, into the back of his mind.

Stares lasting longer, than ever, emitting this tingling feeling in his stomach. But he couldn’t fall in love, that just wasn’t his thing. Their job coming with the chance of dying in every hunt, it would just hurt to loose her even more.

Next to his brother, she was the most important person in his life, the friendship of both of their fathers making it impossible to not spend time without each other. After the passing of Bobby, she decided to move into the bunker with the brothers, knowing that without them she would be completely alone. But Dean and her relationship was always different, closer than with his younger sibling.

That evening they argued, she had asked the question, that has lingered in her mind, ever since he started to act different. „Why do you avoid me all the time, have I done something wrong?“, never really having been able to control his feeling, he just let all his pent up feelings out, starting the argument.

After hours of screaming, she took off in her fathers car, he left after his passing. Knowing her, probably going on a hunt, because that is the thing she does when she is upset. That night when he went to bed, he couldn’t sleep, because of the feeling of regret that was filling up his stomach.

The ringing of his phone taking him out of his thoughts, putting the beer bottle out of his hand and taking his phone. Before he was able to say anything, the familiar voice he hadn’t heard in a couple of days, spoke on the other end.

„Hey Dean, I just wanted to let you know that I am in Downtown of Columbus, it is actually pretty nice here, the only thing that is bugging me is, that there is something stuck on my shoe and I haven’t been able to get rid of it“ her voice being to calm, he understood the thing she said immediately. „I am coming over immediately“ he said into the phone, asking her for her location.

He wasted no time jumping into his car and taking off. Sam had been on a hunt with Eileen, so he had to go alone; but he didn’t care, all he cared about was getting to the woman he deep down loved more than any person he has ever loved before.

After the drive, that took him way too long, he found the spot she sent her with ease, but to his misery she was nowhere to be found. Adrenalin rushing through his veins, thinking of the worst case scenario: her being dead just like almost everyone he loved before. He dialed her number, hoping for a sign of her to be alive, no one answered. Not wanting to give up yet, he dialed again, still no answer, but in the distance he could hear the ringtone, he heard in the bunker many times before.

His body acting faster than his mind, he rushed in the direction of the sound, finding the object with surprisingly easy. In front of an old barn, pretty far away from the city her phone laid in bush. Guessing that something bad happened, he pulled out his gun and quietly walked into the old wooden house. Inside he could hear unfamiliar voices, peeking around the corners he detected two men lingering over another person.

On a closer look he could immediately tell that the body, that was laying unconscious on the floor, was the woman he had been missing for the past few days. He wanted to run there, take down the men and save the person he swore to protect, but he knew he couldn’t, he had to find out what he was dealing with before he could try to kill the attackers in front of her.

Hiding behind the corner, he tried not to loose his mind. Taking another peek to the three people, he noticed that she slightly moved on the floor, relief flooding his body. They both lock eyes and a slight smile appeared on her blood smeared face. Her mouth starting to move, no sound coming out, so the men in front of her won’t notice.

„Vampires“ he could barely make out from the shape her lips made. Finally knowing what to do, he snuck out back to his car to get a machete. He would kill them, every single one of them, to save her; rushing back in, he didn’t care if he made any sound, the only thing he cared about was her.

Coming back in, one of the men were hovering over her, most likely wanting to suck her blood. She was trying to fight back, but she was visibly to weak to do so. „Hey you son of a bitch“ he screamed, taking the attention away from her to him. The fangs of the monsters appearing as they try to attack him.

His years of hunting experience making it easy to take down the blood suckers, face and body smeared with the blood of the men he just killed. Taking his attention back to the person he desired, he rushed over, picking her up and bringing her to the car. He wanted to take care of her wounds, and do everything he could to save her, but first he had to leave the place, before the other vampires from the nest came back.

Going over the speed limit he rushed away, to the next save place he could think of, parking his car next to a field. He turned around to the back seat, looking back at her, her wounds were bad, but she was alive. After further examination he was able to tell, that she wasn’t in danger of dying. She was still passed out as he started to tend her wounds the best he could.

Her eyes opened slowly, feeling hands over her body, first she was scared, thinking she was still captured by the vampires, but she quickly realized it was no monster. The touches starting to get softer, her wounds all bandaged up, he carefully took her into his arms. „I am so sorry, I will never let you go off alone again, I will never argue with you again, I will never let anyone hurt you again. I can’t let you die, you mean too much to me“ he whispered into the crown of her head in between small kisses.

She put her hands around him, pulling herself closer into his arms, pushing kisses into his chest. Realizing that she was alive and awake, he let tears of relief fall down his face. „I am alright Dean, I am alive“ she pushed away to look into his emerald green eyes. „Please don’t cry“ putting her hands on his face wiping his tears away.

Her being still exhausted, he drove to the closest motel, so she could regain some strength. Laying her down on the bed so she could sleep; he wanted to get some fresh air, get something to eat and drink for her. „Dean“ he heard the small voice behind him, „please, stay here with me“. He turned back around, laying his body next to her fragile one, she pulled herself back into his chest, wanting to be as close to him as possible.

And then he knew, he was in love, and no matter how hard he tried he could not get rid of his feelings for her. Brushing his fingers through her hair, trying to put her to sleep, so she could rest. „You know, I really thought I was gonna die back there“ she said while her eyes filled with tears.

The words sending a pain into his chest, he pulled back and looked deep into her eyes. „I would never let you die, I love you way too much for letting someone or something take you away from me“ he whispered and she knew, he meant every single word.

Putting together all her courage, she pressed her delicate lips to his, hoping he would return the kiss. Surprisingly he pulled away, not thinking she would return the feelings he hid for so long. „I was supposed to do that“ he said letting a light laugh escape from his lips.

She smiled too, „okay let’s just start again“ pulling back turning around, putting her back to his. „Do what you need to do, I will pretend to be surprised“ he heard coming from her. Carefully he turned her around, taking her chin into his fingers, pushing his lips against hers again. The kiss didn’t last long but they both knew, how much it meant to them.

„Oh my god, I didn’t expect you to do that“ she said sarcastically. „Shut up“ he answered with a big grin. They both continued to share more kisses, before falling asleep in each other’s arms; knowing that she is safe in his arms.

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Aether is scarred from lightning and thunder

Inspired by @heysoanime on Instagram, go check them out!!!

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- Angst - Aether angst and needs therapy - Xiao wanting revenge - dark Inazuma angst - Raiden Shogun and Teppei mentioned - Zhongli appearance - Zhongli/Childe mentioned

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In the dimness of the bedroom outside of Liyue, shadows dance on the walls as lightning streaks across the night sky, casting fleeting glimpses of terror on the face of the golden-haired traveller lying in bed. While his floaty companion was able to sleep through with ease, his body was tense with each flash, a knot of anxiety tightening in his chest as the storm outside rages on.

The thunder, like the roar of an angry illuminated beast, reverates through the room, shaking the very foundations of his being. With each deafening crash, his heart pounds in his ears, drowning out the soothing rhythm of rain tapping against the windowpane.

The traveller pulls the covers up to his chin, seeking refuge from the tempest raging beyond the safety of his walls. But no amount of bedding could shield him from the relentless assault of nature's fury. 

With every flash of lightning, static flashbacks appear in front of Aether, even if he wishes to not remember them again. 

BANG!!!

He remembered how the life in their eyes dissipated, like empty windows in an abandoned village. Those whose Visions were stolen away were almost like a husk of their former self, a fragile hermit shell that can easily be destroyed. 

SNAP!!!

The sound of lightning calls to mind about the time when the God of Eternity, whose hair glows in luminescent violet. The moment she summons her Musou No Hitotachi, her lightning sword emerges from her chest, revealing the core of her power. In a quick flash, he remembered his body suffering from the stinging, burning pain from her lightning strikes.  

CRACKLE!!! 

The memory of the resistance soldiers’ bodies slowly decaying like old corpses, while the delusions drain out their lifeforce would be a moment that cements his hatred for the nation of electro. 

His breath came in shallow gasps, his body trembling with each rumble of thunder and lightning that rolls through the darkness. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the flashes of lightning that pierced his mind and body like fiery daggers. 

Every creak of the room, every gust of wind, sent shivers of dread coursing through Aether’s veins. He felt small and vulnerable, a mere outsider at the mercy of one of the most brutal elements in Teyvat. 

“Please… anyone… please stop…” 

In the depths of his fear, he longs for the storm to pass, for the tranquillity of sleep to wash away his worries. But the storm seemed endless, a relentless onslaught that refused to relent. 

He had no choice. 

He had to call someone. 

“Xiao…”

“I’m here–” The wispy smoke appears in a quick moment, revealing the yaksha, Adeptus Xiao. His nonchalant gaze immediately widens from seeing Aether covering himself in a blanket.

“Aether?” Xiao removes the blanket, seeing Aether in such a dishevelled and exhausted look: His long blonde braid messy, his eyes sunken with heavy bags, and his hands trying to compose themselves by clenching onto the blanket. 

“Aether, hey…” Xiao immediately tends to Aether, brushing the short strands of his blonde hair out of his face and fanning his sweat away. “What happened? Who did this to you?”  

Aether quickly shakes his head, pressing his left cheek onto the pillow. “It’s nothing, just some bad memories. I just– I must’ve accidentally called you, I guess.” 

“ You guess? You people really have such contradictory words.” Xiao scrunches his eyebrows. 

“...Just forget that I ever said anything.” Aether whispers his words out shakily. “You have enough carnage to deal with. I’m fine now so please… don’t worry about me.” 

Xiao remains silent, his lips growing thin and firm. Looking down on Aether’s blonde braid where it hangs off the side of the bed, Xiao gently holds the tail of the braid and takes off the band, slowly unbraiding his soft, messy hair. 

“Aether? Do you get nightmares lately?” 

“...Sometimes.” 

Xiao continues to unbraid his hair until it reaches to the top, where their eyes meet. Aether’s eyes darted to the side upon seeing Xiao’s golden irises, and Xiao could only let out a sigh. “If you aren’t sleeping well, I can help with that. Those terrible memories you mentioned… is it about Inazuma again?” 

Aether’s mouth opens, then closes firmly. 

“Xiao, please. Forget about it.” Aether shuts his eyes, breathing shallowly. “I’m sorry…” 

“Don’t apologise for something that wasn’t your fault.” Xiao consoles him, placing his hand on Aether’s chest. He gently pats his chest in a soft rhythm, lulling him to sleep. 

As Xiao could hear the gentle snore from Aether, he releases his hand and walks out of the room.

“I’m sorry Aether…”

He apologises, his golden irises sharp and bright under the moonlight. 

“But I am not so forgiving to those that hurt you.”

He didn’t mention much about Inazuma when he got back to Liyue, but considering that he’s involved with Venti and Rex Lapis, he must’ve… confronted her for the same purpose: Finding his twin sister. 

“How could the God of Eternity do this to him…?” 

Summoning his Primordial Jade Spear, Xiao charges out of the door, his vision as dark as a tunnel, with hints of red in front of him. Like those battles he had been through during the archon war, as if he was seeing red. The heavy rain drops splashes on his hair and his body, soaking him wet. The air is heavy with the scent of wet earth and freshly fallen rain, mingling with the sharp tang of ozone that lingers in the wake of each lightning strike.

He knew he could be dead the moment he set foot in Inazuma. He knew he would be stricken down by the Raiden Shogun. 

Yet, it all didn’t matter to him. 

Only the traveller matters to him.

Aether… he does not deserve every bad thing that has happened to him…

“Where are you going, Xiao?” A deep voice calls out to him from behind.

That voice…  

#ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #genshin impact #genshin impact fatui #xiao x aether #aether x xiao #aether #genshin aether #xiaother #genshin xiao #xiao #xiaoaether #zhongli #raiden shogun #raiden ei #fanfiction angst #fanfic angst #aether angst #xiao angst

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Fan fiction Idea!

Reverse Hanahaki AU

Y'all know Hanahaki right. So what if the reader is not the one suffering from Hanahaki it's the character.

Like imagine Scaramouche or even Xiao having feeling for the reader and they think that the reader is too good for them and they got Hanahaki.

Have fun! With this idea 😏

#genshin impact #genshin angst #fanfiction #angst fic #fanfiction angst #genshin fanfic #genshin scaramouche #scara x reader #scaramoche #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #kazuha x yn #kazuha x gender neutral reader #kaidehara kazuha #genshin kazuha #kazuscara #xiao #genshin xiao #zhongli #diluc ragnvindr #diluc headcanons #keaya alberich #genshin keaya #keaya x reader #genshin impact keaya #keaya #childe #tartagalia genshin impact #tartalgia #tartagalia x reader

[kukos-satellite]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Lab Rats: Elite Force (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Chase Davenport/Kaz, Bree Davenport & Kaz, Kaz & Skylar Storm

Characters: Adam Davenport, Bree Davenport, Chase Davenport, Daniel Davenport (Lab Rats), Donald Davenport, Douglas Davenport, AJ (Lab Rats: Elite Force), Kaz (Mighty Med & Lab Rats: Elite Force), Horace Diaz, Oliver (Mighty Med & Lab Rats: Elite Force)

Series: Part 1 of Not friends, not enemies, just strangers..

Summary: Based on my Tumblr post and you can find the document right here: Twisted Loyalties and Words (concept idea) Google Document

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I’m starting something new with my concept ideas to post them over here and Tumblr. I have multiple blogs scattered around this site, it’s not even a joke lol but here’s this [chucks this and hopes for the best]

#lab rats elite force #lab rats #mighty med #chase davenport #chase x kaz #bree davenport #fanfiction angst #angst/comfort #KS: incorrect fanfiction posts

[changbinholic]

Disaster

↬pairing: Hwang Hyunjin/Kim Seungmin

↬rated: G

↬word count: 2 873

↬tags: overthinking; parties; college/University au; angst with a happy ending; crying; alcohol; kissing; not really unrequited love; pining

↬summary: Seugmin gets invited to a Halloween party by Hyunjin. Overthinking ensues.

#the beginning of my seungjin era #fluff Seungmin #fluff hyunjin #fanfiction angst #angst Seungmin #angst hyunjin #hwang hyunjin writing #kim seungmin #kim seungmin writing #stray kids #ao3 writer #kpop fanfiction #ao3 #kpop fiction #seungjin #seungjin fanfiction

[infiniteimaginings]

I love how you write, by gods I will keep them forever. Definitely the best writings by Max Thunderman that I have read here, I would be fascinated by a second part of ⟨Perfect for me⟩, Of course if it's in your plans or you have time, if not ignore me completely but I love how you write 💞🎸

Imperfectly Loved (Max Thunderman x GN!Reader)

Summary: Max Thunderman has been utterly heartbroken since you broke up with him due to his rivalry with one of your friends, his sister. Their powerful arguments has led them both to lose you, and Max doesn't know what to do anymore. Even if he had a moment to talk to you, what would he even say? Part One: Perfect for Me Pronouns: You/Yours, They/Them Warnings: Brief mentions of characters not eating, but no depth into it. Word Count: 5.0k A/N: I'm using your ask so everyone knows this is part two lmao (but if you've never read perfect for me it's not required to read the first part, you'll get the gist). But thank you so much! You're such a sweetie! Thank you thank you thank you! 'Perfect for me' was originally based on a song, then I changed it to what it is, and it wasn't going to have a part two. I enjoy the angst. Since you guys all asked so nicely, here is the heavily requested part two!

Max Thunderman was known to be mischievous, he was known to be manipulative, ‘evil’ even. Max Thunderman was known to be in his lair working on his next scheme to bring embarrassment to others, humor to himself. He would go to the kitchen, see his family, and retort back to them when they speak of his ‘phase’ he’s going through, telling them how serious he was about being evil.

The issue at the moment was that Max wasn’t doing any of that. He hadn’t worked on a project in a few days, nor had he eaten meals with his family in the time span. When he walked up the stairs to get to the main floor of his home and his family saw him, he wouldn't even acknowledge them. He wouldn’t look at them, not an eye roll, not a snarky response, not even a smirk.

Barb would ask if he had gotten to the closing end of his ‘phase’ since he wasn’t acting as his normal self, Hank laughing at the comment a bit. Max looked at them, but his eyes were distant, as if he was looking straight through them. He would turn and go to the pantry, grabbing a bottle of water and then he would go back to his lair, not saying a word. 

His parents looked at each other oddly, confused as to why Max suddenly was acting so strange. 

Phoebe had only been looking down if she was in the area with Max at all, her time had mainly been spent in her own bedroom.

Billy and Nora would frown at one another, their two older siblings had been detached from the rest of the family since Saturday, since you had left the house. They didn’t know when everything would go back to normal, if anything would go back to normal. 

The following days had the same pattern. Phoebe would come down for breakfast or dinner, she wouldn’t talk. She would pick at her food and when everyone left the table she would go back to her room. Max wouldn’t come for meals at all and he would stay in his lair, no sounds heard from his room from the kitchen like before.

Phoebe would go to his lair door, the basement door, and listen in, concern always filled her. She would hear quiet, muffled sobs from the room. When she heard Max’s hiccups and large gasps for air from crying her own eyes would fill with tears. She would sniffle and contemplate whether she should knock and try to comfort him, but she would shake the thoughts from her head and go back up the stairs to the main floor.

One day she had done the usual, listening at the door, trying to find the courage to knock and do something for Max. When she listened in this time, she heard footsteps coming to where she was so she would rush up the stairs, going to the kitchen to act as if she was just looking for a snack.

Max walked past her like he didn’t see her. He went to the pantry and his eyes scanned the area but he just closed it back and walked back to his lair. He had kicked the button, about to go down before Phoebe squeezed her eyes shut, deciding this was her moment or she’d never have it again.

“Max!” She called to him, hands clenched into fists to stop them from shaking, walking closer so now she was at the base of the small steps to get to the tunnel. 

Her twin looked at her blankly, his eyes were so unfocused, it made her shiver, slightly uncomfortable. They didn’t have the typical glint in his eyes when he was plotting something, a glint she hated but something she now missed about him. 

Phoebe shifted a bit on her feet, looking down before taking a deep breath, “I just wanted to tell you that I’m so sorry.” She told him, chewing the inside of her cheek. Max continued to look at her glassy eyed, the tunnel door open and lit up. He didn’t say anything in response, he stood un-moving, almost not even blinking. Due to the lack of response she continued to speak, “I didn’t mean for your relationship to end.” She spoke softly, looking at him with sad, glossy eyes. 

Max had taken a few steps down, now on the same level as Phoebe, he stared at her. His blank eyes were looking into her regret filled ones, his expression was neutral, he showed no emotion. His lips parted a bit, he cleared his throat, almost like he hadn’t spoken in a while. He blinked at Phoebe, “They ended things with me, it’s over, me and them are done.” He told her something she already knew, his voice was flat, monotone. “I will never get them back, and I wish I could blame you entirely.” He continued on, hands at his sides. “I can’t though, because it’s my fault too. Either way, whether it’s majority yours or majority mine, it doesn’t matter.” He expressed to her, head moving a bit to the side, voice hollow, eyes with no shine. “We don’t have to like each other or even try for their sake because they’re gone, so stop.” He finished, turning and deciding to just go down the stairs to his lair, not in the mood to go down the slide.

The girl watched him walk down the stairs to his room, blinking back her tears, nodding at his words. She tried to take a breath but a struggling sob came out instead. Her hands were clenching, nails digging so deep into her palms she could’ve drawn blood. She really didn’t know that you had affected him so much.

It was Thursday morning, a weekday, a school day. Max and Phoebe had been going to school, Phoebe just went earlier and Max tended to show up at the normal time so they wouldn’t walk together. Phoebe was the student body president so she had to show up early anyways that day for a meeting with the student body, you were a part of the student body.

When she walked in, she tried looking for you, wanting to apologize because here you couldn’t avoid her. You had been avoiding the twins since Saturday, moving away from them in the halls, carrying all your supplies so you wouldn’t have to stop at your locker, eating lunch somewhere Phoebe couldn’t find anywhere.

The room was filled with all the members and Phoebe sat at the table in the front, but she didn’t see you. She noticed Flunky looking at her intensely but shrugged it off, the blonde tended to do that alot so she wasn’t concerned about it. The time hit the start of the meeting so she began, speaking of ideas and changes they could make, asking for suggestions.

Flunky had stood up with a folder, he brought it to her table where she, the vice president, the secretary, and etc all were sitting. Phoebe took hold of it and saw your name on it, “Why do you have their folder?” She asked with a raised brow, tone unimpressed as she held it in her hand, not opening it.

“They told me to present it to you since they wouldn’t be present today.” The boy had spoken seriously as if he were some sort of agent. He tried to stand tall even though he was the shortest one there, his chin tilted up.

“They won’t be here?”

“Correct.”

“Will they be at school?”

“Yes.”

“Why won’t they come to the meeting?”

“I can not disclose that information.”

“You don’t know, do you?” Phoebe asked him with a raised brow, the folder long passed over to the vice president who looked over it. Flunky pursed his lips and nodded, looking down and turning to sit back down.

Phoebe puffed air in her cheeks and mumbled an ‘okay’, continuing the meeting. She spoke about the ideas you had in the folder, truly appreciative that you still contributed even though you were ignoring her.

The moment that the bell rang for students to go to their lockers before first period, Flunky had jumped up and rushed out of the room. This action was weird to Phoebe because usually Flunky would put on his sunglasses and try flirting with her, though she turned him down. She didn’t think about it much, she was thinking about far more important things, but Flunky not bothering her gave her a moment of peace.

Flunky had rushed to the lockers, standing in front of one with his arms crossed. He was looking around with suspicious eyes, they were narrowed and gazing at every person who crossed his path.

You walked up and Flunky moved a bit, letting you get to your locker. You smiled a bit at how serious he was taking all this and opened your locker. “Hi Flunky.” You greeted, placing your stack of items into the locker. You didn’t feel like carrying everything around today, you had a project so you needed that to be taken care of. 

Flunky greeted you with a head nod, still looking around. You asked if he could be a ‘bodyguard’ of sorts so that you wouldn't have to keep going to such extremes to avoid the two people who continuously tried talking to you. Flunky agreed without you even having to explain, not letting anyone talk to you while you were at your locker, his hands clasped in front of him, standing stiffly. You were organizing your locker, placing everything you had been carrying around in their respective places since you hadn’t used the locker in quite a bit.

You felt your ears twitch a bit at the sound of footsteps nearing you, you paid no mind to it, everyone was going to their lockers. You paid no mind until you heard Flunky clear his throat, “Hey.” He spoke simply, deepening his voice to be more intimidating.

“Hey…Flunky.” 

That voice, you recognized it. The tone was extremely uninterested in the blonde in front of them. Your head snapped up to stare at the back of your locker, you didn’t dare to turn because if you did you knew you would end up talking to the person.

You heard the shuffling of feet, Flunky was following every move that the person had made. There was an exasperated sigh, “Flunky, move.” The male voice spoke. It was Max, your suspicions confirmed. You tried to put things into your locker a little faster, still not turning to look at him.

Flunky shook his head, arms crossed, “Can't do that.” He spoke simply, eyes looking straight into Max’s. Max shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking back up and looking over the younger boy's shoulder, “Please, talk to me.” He spoke to you, his voice directed to you had caused you to freeze.

His voice was quieter, he sounded tired. You couldn’t face him, you wouldn’t, if you had turned you felt as if you would crumble. He always had that effect on you, the effect to just stay if you looked in his eyes long enough. You whispered silent thank yous to Flunky within your head, grateful you had come up with the idea the afternoon before. 

“Flunky, I’m serious, move.” Max spoke, a slight hint of desperation in his voice. 

“I’m serious too.” The younger had told him, standing in front of you, your backs to one another. “They don’t want to talk to you, clearly.” Flunky had let him know, tilting his head a bit. If you had really not minded Max talking to you, you would’ve turned around and told him that, but you didn’t. Since you didn’t, Flunky was going to keep being a protector of some sort.

Max blew air out his nose, eyes narrowed, “Move.” He spoke through gritted teeth, trying not to have an outburst so early in the morning, especially around you. Flunky didn’t change position, “Max, you’re my friend.” Flunky spoke, the comment causing Max to light up a bit, “But they do not want to talk to you, so you need to go.” 

Max sighed, nodding, “Okay.” He spoke quietly, kicking the ground a bit. “Yeah, I get it.” He spoke once more, turning around, “I’ll leave you alone.” He told you specifically, now walking off to whatever his first class was.

You didn’t realize you were so tense, your hands were gripping the folder you were putting away so tightly that crescent shaped dents were in it. You dropped the folder, closing your locker, relaxing your body and putting your head on the cold metal. Flunky turned to you, his serious demeanor softening. He placed a hand on your back, rubbing circles into it, “Let’s get to class.” He told you, grabbing your project for you.

The very next day, Friday, you had asked Flunky not to be your protector. He did great at his job, but you felt it hurt a little more to be able to hear them talking rather than just tell them to go away. Flunky had understood, telling you to come find him if you changed your mind and you had agreed.

After your club at the end of the day, you went to your locker to put everything away. Neither of the twins had tried to talk to you that day, you would say it felt refreshing but, losing your friends wasn’t a good feeling. It felt nice for a moment though, just the quiet, not having to worry about it.

The world worked against you because the moment you closed your locker and turned around, you were met face to face with Phoebe Thunderman, someone you definitely did not want to see.

You stared at her before walking in the direction of the school exit. She had noticed what you were trying to do and rushed in front of you, she held her hand out to stop you from walking, “Wait!” She expressed, eyes distressed as they looked deep into yours. You had no idea why you stopped walking, why you made eye contact with her, why you decided to stand and for some reason hear her out.

You had inhaled, rolling your eyes, “The two of you just don’t quit.” You mumbled to yourself, shaking your head. Phoebe was slightly confused at the comment, unsure of what you meant but she shrugged it off. She puffed air into her cheeks, trying to figure out where to start with the conversation, her fingers playing with the bracelet on her wrist.

You stood there, impatiently. You were tapping your foot, looking at the clock as if you had somewhere to be. You didn’t. Phoebe had noticed your body language and decided to just spit out whatever she was trying to say. 

“You don’t have to forgive me.”

“Yes, I know.”

Your curt response made her deflate a bit, but she built her courage back a bit, looking down. “At least forgive him.” She told you, eyes meeting yours once more, hair in her face a bit, a frown on her face. You struggled to keep eye contact, she looked so hopeless, for lack of a better word. She had dark circles under her eyes and her eyes were glossed over with tears. You tried to open your mouth to speak but Phoebe just continued, trying to get everything out.

She swallowed hard, “He has been a mess since you guys broke up.” She spoke, her voice breathy as she blinked hurriedly, keeping her tears back. “He won’t eat,” She began, holding a finger up to count, “he’s in his lair all the time,” she continued, “he’s destroyed because of this.” She told you, lips parted, trying to speak more but her mouth soon closed. 

She remembered that night, last week, when Max had cried in front of her. When he cried over you, tried to text you over and over again. When he said ‘Thank you Phoebe for showing me which one of us was evil. Because you really proved that it’s not me.’ She had thought about every nasty comment she ever told you about him and she felt the sharp blade of her words go through her chest. Every comment she remembered she would remember how hurt Max had looked, she had never seen him cry over something like this, she’d never seen him so vulnerable.

Phoebe licked her lips, sniffling a bit, “When I saw him crying over you,” she spoke, the words caused your eyes to snap to her. He was crying over you? You had never seen him cry before, you guys were close, but he always had a smile or smirk on his face when you saw him. “it hurt.” Phoebe continued, now messing with the bottom of her shirt. She looked as if she was zoning out, remembering things you couldn’t, gazing to the floor as she spoke. “It hurt to see my brother like that.” She told you, now looking up at you again. You stood as still as a statue, you didn’t know what to say.

“I didn’t know how much he loved you.” She sniffled, biting the inside of her cheek, “I didn’t know he loved you at all.”

There was silence from you, when she looked at you she couldn’t tell what your expression was. She didn’t know if she just made things worse or better, but she wanted to tell you so at least you would know. 

She relaxed a bit, “I’m sorry for all those things I said.” She apologized,  “I didn’t realize that he cares about you more than anyone else in this world.” The words spilled out of her mouth easily, you were avoiding them so she was sure that Max didn’t get a chance to tell you. She wanted to fix this since she was the one who caused it, “Please, go talk to him.” She begged, a hand placing itself gently on your shoulder, you didn’t flinch away.

There was silence once again and she nodded. She patted your shoulder and began to walk away, “I’m sorry again.” Was the final thing she had said, walking out the school doors.

You breathed out a sigh of relief, your chest felt tight, you gripped it with your hand trying to breathe. You fluttered your eyes in rapid blinks, you felt as if the entire school just closed on you. So much information was dumped on you, you didn’t know how much this had affected the two. Phoebe was not the kind of person to apologize for the sake and concern of her brother, ever, and she was practically begging you to talk to him because he was hurt. So much was running through your mind that before you knew it, you were on your way to the Thunderman household before you could even think it through.

You knocked on the familiar red door, dancing on your heels a bit. You wondered who would answer it, if it was Max, you would probably sputter on the spot. If it was one of his parents, you’d be able to talk to them quite easily.

As you thought about it, the door had opened a bit. The smaller boy with brown hair had looked up to you and tilted his head, his little sister now next to him. You didn’t expect your breath to hitch when you saw the two younger siblings of Max, you didn’t expect to be nervous when you saw the two. 

You waved slightly with an awkward smile, “Hey. “ You greeted them, your void airy. They said small greetings in response and you danced on your heels once again, “Is Max home?” You asked the two and they shook their heads. 

Billy shook his head and Nora tilted her head, “He never came home.” Nora explained to you with a shrug.

Max wasn’t home, you weren’t sure where you could find him. You were trying to think under the watchful eye of the young children in front of you until you had a bit of an idea. You lit up a bit and told the two thank you, going to walk down the driveway.

“Are you still angry at him?” The small girl's voice suddenly spoke out, and you turned to her. The door was still open, the two were leaning forward a bit to look at you. You walked back to them, frowning a bit, “I was upset with him, but I’m not angry.” You explained to them honestly, shaking your head as you spoke. 

Billy moved the ball in his hand, they must’ve been playing another game. This ball however was a little singed in the middle, you tried not to question it. “Were you sad?” He asked you and you nodded slightly, the reaction made him frown, “Max was sad too.” He told you.

“Really sad.” Nora added onto it.

You tilted your head with sad eyes but a bit of a smile, you took hold of their hands gently, the two were pouting ever so slightly. “I’m going to try to make him feel better.” You reassured the two who gently smiled at you. 

Nora picked her head up a bit, “Do you still like him?” she asked you, her bow moving over slightly. The air between the three of you was quiet, still. You adjusted her bow for her, standing and brushing yourself off.

“Yeah, I still like him.” 

You had walked away from the smaller Thundermans and began walking to an area you didn’t know the directions to that well. You took about four wrong turns but eventually you reached the building. The familiar broken glass and dust reached your line of sight, causing you to relax and grin. You walked to the other side of the room you entered, climbing a ladder to the roof.

When your head had popped out and you felt the air gently blow against your face, the chill caused warmth to spread through your cheeks. You looked around a bit and saw a figure sitting with their knees to their chest, Max, he didn’t notice you. You pulled yourself up onto the roof, walking over carefully and quietly, “I thought I’d find you here.” You spoke gently, standing next to him.

He looked up and you thought you would be met with the warm brown eyes you were used to, but his face was sullen, his eyes were puffy, his expression slightly vacant. Your grin had fallen into a frown, you didn’t realize how tired he was, how upset he was.

You sat next to him quietly, hugging your knees as you looked out to the sky. The sun was setting, it was getting colder, the air between the two of you was tense. You didn’t know what to say, you had found him, but now what? 

He cleared his throat, rubbing his eyes with arm, hiding his face from you a bit, “I didn’t expect you.” He mumbled to you, his voice hoarse, scratchy. You looked over with sad eyes, “I know.” You muttered back and he just looked forward. “You know…” He began, sniffling a bit, “No one else comes here, just us.” He slightly explained to you. 

The thought of having a place to yourselves spread warmth into your chest. You couldn’t smile at the feeling though, because even though he had said ‘us’, he was here by himself originally. He had been by himself for days, ever since you left last week. It broke your heart to see him like this, it broke your heart to see him.

“Phoebe told me that-“ You began, unsure of how to continue but Max beat you to the punch. “I looked a mess?” He asked, and you nodded, humming in response to confirm.

He shook his head, chuckling a bit, “She's such a snitch.” 

You laughed a bit with him at the comment and scrunched your nose. “Well, her snitching got me here.” You told him, placing your cheek on your knees, looking at him. He nodded, leaning back on his hands, still looking straight forward. “I guess I should thank her.” He spoke, slightly nodding as he spoke before tilting her head, “Maybe in a letter after I’m dead, but I'll thank her anyways.” He told you, and the both of you bursted into laughter. 

You nodded, lifting your head, “There’s my Max.” You spoke, looking at the sky with a soft smile. It had gotten darker, but not dark enough that the sky was black. The sky was a light orange and pink, the moon already up. 

Max had stopped laughing, extending his legs, looking away from you. “Am I your Max?” He asked you quietly, unsure of where this conversation would lead.

Your mouth had gone dry, you didn’t look at him. You had begun to mess with your hands that were holding your knees to your chest. You soon relaxed your legs, sitting in a cross-legged position. You sighed, feeling a pain in your side causing you to jolt up. He looked over at you at your motion in concern, your eyes met his, and this time his expression was attentive, he saw you instead of seeing through you. To be fair, he always saw you, you were the only one he cared enough to pay more attention to.

You hummed, rubbing your neck a bit, “I think we could work through some stuff.” You muttered to him, hand slowly reaching to his, but it was so subtle, you almost couldn't tell your hand was moving. He kept his eyes on you, never looking away. You haven’t been this close to him in days and he missed seeing your side profile, he missed seeing you near him. He missed you. “I think no matter what, you’ll always somehow be my Max.” you spoke honestly, eyes flickering to him, creating a string of eye contact.

Max smiled gently, eyes moving down, seeing your hand reaching to his. He slowly interlaced your fingers together, electricity running through the both of you at the contact. When he looked back at you, you had moved a bit closer, just so the two of you would be shoulder to shoulder, your interlocked fingers on your lap.

Max blinked a bit, searching your eyes, mouth opening a bit as if he wanted to say something. He didn’t. You tilted your head, “What is it?” You asked him, fingers moving slightly to grab his attention as he studied your face as if he would forget. 

The brown haired boy looked away to the sky, hand still holding yours, “Being in my house is always so suffocating.” He spoke quietly, you were listening to the certain vocabulary. “You were always a breath of fresh air, when I’m not around you I feel like I can’t breathe.” He told you, choking up a bit, blinking back the tears. You had to tighten your grip on his hand to show him you were still there and he nodded.

“Before we started dating, before you became friends with Phoebe…” He paused, sucking his teeth with a frown. There was a long pause, a pensive expression taking over him. “I couldn’t help but want to love you.” He finally spoke, the words almost stopped your breathing. “But, I felt like everytime I tried I just was overwhelming to you.” He explained, looking over to you, and you got a good look at him once again. His eyes were watery, brows furrowed, legs shifting a bit. His face was flushed, tears pricked at the corners of his eyes and his voice trembled as he asked you, “Was I overwhelming?”

You shook your head quickly, a plethora of ‘No’s escaping your lips as you held his hand with both of yours. Your voice was assertive as you spoke your no’s, one hand reaching up and wiping the end corners of his eyes. Your posture had straightened and you blinked rapidly, jaw tightening, “You weren’t overwhelming, I wasn’t trying to pull away from you.” You tried to explain.

“Why did it feel like that then?”

“I don’t know Max.” You told him, voice softer now. “I really like being around you.”

He looked away again, this time to the roof the two of your were sitting on, “You mean you liked being around me.” 

Your mouth closed, his heartbroken tone had whisked you into silence. You shifted in your seat, once again trying to find the words to express how you were feeling at the moment. “I was upset,” you began.

“I’m sorry.” He spoke, so exasperated, so exhausted. He was so extremely apologetic, his eyes began to fill with tears once more but you stopped him, cupping his face gently. He relaxed at your touch.

“I still like being around you Max, I still like you.” You told him honestly, hoping your expression mirrored how you were feeling. 

Max was looking at your face, nuzzling into your hands, “I want to fix things.” He mumbled to you, his now vacant hands finding their way to your waist. “I’m not perfect I know,” He expressed to you, shaking his head, “but you are.”

The words made you put your forehead to his, “I’m not.”

“You are to me.”

You laughed breathily, kissing his forehead. Your lips were soft against his skin that had warmed up due to your touch. “We all have imperfections and your imperfections are why I love you.” You spoke gently, pulling away, looking into your eyes.

His eyes glistened with light and you saw the glint of mischief in his eyes that you missed so dearly. His expression was soft, loving, his hands gentle to your waist as he pulled you closer. He leaned in and kissed you, pulling your waist and tilting his head to deepen the kiss. Your face warmed but you moved your hands cupping his cheeks to gently move your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. 

He pulled apart for a moment, his brown eyes shining with moonlight as he breathed heavily, “I love you too.”

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[letters-from-dekarios]

fighting fate

summary: you had some choice words for your friend who set you up on a not-so-blind date. but, because it went well, you decide to meet with him again. it’s not long before the spark reignites like when you first met, and you can’t help but fall for him.

or: you go on a second date with gale

word count: 5.5k

tags: *this is a sequel to ‘a blind date with a wizard’, you do not have to read it before this one :)* gale x implied f!reader/afab!reader, astarion and shart are terrible wingmen, elf!reader, fluff, some small angst, mildly medium burn, alcohol usage, wyll is also there and also your ex, omg karlach is also there

author’s note: this is my little disclaimer that i personally love wyll! i’m just using him as a plot point since there’s not many other main chara options that haven’t been mentioned already (that i would use in his place). its for the plot guys i swear i’m a wyll lover too

Okay, maybe you couldn’t be mad at Astarion and Shadowheart. Yes, they betrayed your trust by setting you up on a faux blind date with their wizard friend who already knew your entire life story. And yes, they did not take accountability for their lies and instead kept asking if you enjoyed yourself. But, their little plan worked, and you were scheduling a second date with the man they set you up with.

“I am still pissed at you both. Especially you, Astarion,” You glared at your friend as he flipped through outfits in your closet. Shadowheart was busy doing your makeup, turning your face back towards her.

“Look, you can’t stay angry forever. You needed someone to get your mind off of Wyll. I just did what I do best,” he replied, holding up one rather… skimpy outfit that you turned your nose up at.

“Lying? You could’ve at least told me a little about him so I didn’t feel so mortified! You told him all about Wyll and when I tried to vaguely mention that I had a bad breakup, he already knew all about it!” You huffed, and Shadowheart grabbed your chin to steady your face. She gave you a cautionary look as she got underway applying your eyeliner, her hand steady and precise. She had cast duplicity to do both sides at the same time, which made the process much easier.

“Sweetheart, if you knew half the things about him you’d refuse to meet with him. I kept you in the dark so you can see for yourself who he is,” Astarion held up another outfit, one a bit more casual but still would be pretty on you. You nodded in approval and Shadowheart nearly had an aneurysm.

“If you don’t stop moving your damn head I’m going to let you leave here looking like a sibriex,” Shadowheart warned you again, and you took heed of her notice this time.

With your makeup done and your outfit fresh, all you had to do was wait for Gale to arrive. The two of you had been back and forth for weeks now, mostly updating each other on current things you were up to. A few days prior, with your schedules finally open, he had sent word of when he’d like to take you out and you responded as soon as you could. Now, you waited for the date to commence.

“You can at least thank us for our assistance in getting you out of the house. Had I not convinced you to go on that blind date, you’d still be crying over Ravengard’s oldest disappointment,” Astarion remarked, and you snorted at the insult of a name.

You sighed after, messing with the ends of your hair. “You can’t blame me for being annoyed. You wouldn’t like it if I set you up with someone and told them you were a vampire before you could,” you raised an eyebrow at him knowingly. He couldn’t deny that you were correct on that front, but he wasn’t about to say that to you.

“Just be grateful he didn’t tell Gale about your little misadventures as a—“ Shadowheart began, and you quickly clamped your hand over her mouth, shushing her.

“Don’t mention that! It’ll bring bad luck to my date tonight,” you frowned, and both of your companions busted out in laughter.

You continued chatting until a soft knock sounded on the door, and you screamed internally. After getting up from the couch, you made your way to the door. You took a breath, eased your mind, and then opened it up for him.

“Hey,” you beamed at him, trying to contain your excitement. He bowed in acknowledgement and pulled out a small bouquet from behind his back.

“Good evening, my lady,” he smiled at you, extending the flowers in greeting.

You felt your face become hot while a small giggle left you. You took them from him and briefly smelled the assortment. “They’re lovely, thank you,” you replied, inviting him inside for a beat so you could set the flowers down.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite wizard of Waterdeep!” Astarion swung his legs over his chair, standing and heading towards him. He slumped his arm over Gale’s shoulders, patting his back. “Isn’t he just amazing, Y/N? Such a gentleman— is that bluestars I smell?” Astarion whacked him on the back once more, stepping around to you as he observed the flowers. Bluestars was a rather expensive perfume in Faerùn, costing over two hundred gold pieces for just a small bottle. You had never smelled it before, but you were sure you would later.

“Leave him be, Astarion,” you gave him a look, voice low to avoid Gale hearing you.

“Ah, I pay no mind to Astarion anyway,” Gale watched you as you placed the flowers neatly in a vase and filled it with water. “If I did, I sincerely doubt I’d be here at the moment,” he chuckled, and you beamed at the reply.

“You’re such a pain, Gale. You know that?” Astarion whined, before slipping back over to the couch.

“I’m sure he’s plenty aware,” Shadowheart called over her shoulder, focused on a book she had brought out.

“Thank you, Shadowheart, for your helpful insight on the matter,” Gale retorted, raising a hand to you once you were done with the bouquet. “Shall we?”

You took his hand, your face flushing again as he led you out the door. “We shall,” you answered, smiling sweetly at him.

“Bring her home before one!” Astarion called out as you both left.

“Oh, that may be difficult!” Gale retorted, allowing you to close the door behind you both as you departed.

“What, you plan on stealing me away for the whole evening?” You raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously, laughing as you interlocked your arms and he began to walk with you.

“Perhaps.. if you’d let me,” he nudged you gently, before leading you off to a small restaurant in the heart of the city.

“Hmm… it’ll depend on how this night goes,” you flirted, patting his arm tenderly. Soon enough, you were being seated inside the little restaurant, and looking over the menu. Everything looked… expensive. You didn't want to hurt the man’s coin pouch, assuming he was paying for it, but there weren't exactly any reasonable options, either.

“What are you getting?” You questioned, and he pointed to some mildly pricey menu item. That was your hint at expenses, and you picked a dish that sounded promising but wasn’t going to put you in debt if you ended up paying for yourself.

The date was filled with idle conversation, the two of you discussing parts of your home life here and there, commenting happily on the food you ate, and just sharing the good parts of yourselves. It was going great, extraordinary even.

Until he showed up.

Wyll Ravengard. You didn't even feel the eyes burning into the back of your head until you heard someone pleading with him to stop, attempting to keep him back. You flicked your attention over to the commotion, eyes going wide as you saw him. You wished you hadn’t made eye contact, that you’d minded your business, but you hadn’t. And now you had to deal with it.

You wanted to shrink down into yourself. Disappear into nothing- hide under the table like a small child. With the way things ended, how could you face him? He was a gentleman for your whole relationship— until he wasn’t. You couldn’t stand to see the face that spoke to you in such a way that night. No matter what influence he was under, what he did that night you broke up… you couldn’t forgive him.

You recalled the many nights after that fight, how depressed you had become. He tried several times to get your attention and apologize to you, but you were so wrapped up in yourself that it was hard to pay attention to anything. Some nights he was kindly about it, others he was swearing like a damned sailor who couldn't take no for an answer. You weren't sure who he had become, and no matter how hard he tried he was unable to reverse the past.

“Y/N!” He shouted your name, and you put your head in your hands. Maybe if you didn't see him, he would disappear.

“Wyll, please, not here-“ his friend Karlach, you recognized her as, tried to hold him back. But with his thrashing and flailing, he managed to worm his way free of her grasp.

“Impero te!” Gale moved to his feet quickly, and Wyll froze in place. You recognized the words as a command spell. It appeared Gale chose that over a holding spell, perhaps so he could speak with Wyll first. You knew it would wear off soon, so you placed your coin on the table and got up.

“Don’t you dare leave, Y/N!” Wyll exclaimed, and Gale turned to check up on you.

“I’m okay,” you reassured him, smiling faintly as you grabbed your things. “I’m just going to go outside for a minute.”

He nodded and waited for you to leave before his attention was on Wyll again.

You weren’t sure what happened after that, but only a little while later and both men were being tossed out by two guards you’d seen in the restaurant earlier. Gale’s face was down, his hand held up to his nose, and in the candle-lit street, you could faintly make out blood on his knuckles.

“You bastard!” Wyll ran to, presumably, take another swing, but Karlach grabbed him in time before he could.

“Gale-“ you rushed to his side, now that Karlach had a tight hold on Wyll, and checked him for any other injuries.

“I’m alright, I’m alright,” he soothed, despite the blood dripping down his face. You reached into the small bag you had brought and took out a cloth, gently wiping at his face.

“Does this jackass speak for you now, Y/N?” You heard Wyll snarl, followed by Karlach’s aggressive warnings for him to calm down.

“Mates, I’m really sorry for his behavior. I don’t know what’s gotten into him. Can I pay you back for the dinner?” Karlach surrendered, nodding down to a small coin pouch at her hip.

“It’s not your fault, you don’t need to pay for his stupidity,” you answered, moving Gale to sit down on a nearby bench. “Tilt your head back..” you instructed, a delicate motherly tone to your voice, and he did so, holding the cloth tight against his nose.

As you spun to face Wyll, you saw he was bloodied just the same. You had to hand it to Gale, he was more than just a gentleman. You sighed, composed yourself, and put on your bravest ‘what the fuck are you doing’ face.

“What do you want, Wyll?” You coldly asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“You know what I want,” he huffed, still struggling in Karlach’s grasp.

“Actually, as a matter of fact, I don’t! It might surprise you, but I haven’t known what you wanted from me since the night we broke up. What could you possibly need from me after everything that transpired?” Your eyebrows furrowed together, irate with him. Thinking about that night hurt your mind and your heart, you’d much rather continue with your date like nothing happened. But, of course, the universe was always against you.

“Y/N-“ Wyll calmed slightly, his likely drunken stupor fading as he regained his senses seeing you like this. For a moment, he looked like how you remembered him. For a moment, he was yours again.

That quickly dissipated as he continued to speak, reaching towards you, begging, “I want you- I miss you. I should’ve never let this go, I should’ve never let that bastard get his hands on you. You’re mine, right? Like we used to say?”

You took a step back at his words, feeling sick to your stomach. After all this time, he still had that false hope he could get you back? That you still belonged to him? And what was worse, he called Gale a bastard. Again.

“I’ll have you know that bastard back there, is twice the man you ever were. I suggest you rethink your ownership because, to my knowledge, I belong to myself. I was finally- finally!- feeling free from your grasp and here you go, trying to steal my peace from me.” you clasped your hands together, groaning out in frustration before running a hand down your face. “I was done with you a long time ago, Wyll. Please, for the love of all of Faerún, let. Me. Go. Drop this faux apology and the pathetic act and move on with your life. That was embarrassing!” You sighed, running a hand down your face. The arguing in public was only adding to your humiliation, though many passersby just assumed you all were drunk.

“Y/N-“

“No, Wyll!” You cut him off, waving a hand dramatically to silence him. “I was so happy to be finally moving on from you and rebuilding myself after you left me in pieces and you had to come here and ruin it! You had to smash me to bits all over again! I just want to be happy, and you can’t even let me have that?” You could feel tears welling in your eyes, but you pushed them down like all your other worries. “Please, go home. Go away. I don’t want to talk to you, I don’t want to see you anymore, I want to go home. Without you.” It seemed that those final words got to him, and he realized his defeat.

As much as you had loved him in the past, he was no longer who you loved now. It was beyond you to change him to become the man he used to be, and you cried for the day he would find the love he would become that for. You wished he could do that for you but you knew it wasn’t right. It wasn’t even worth it anymore. Besides, you had to get Gale home and cleaned up anyway. What good would worrying about Wyll do for you?

“You’re sure you don’t want any coin, mate? I feel awful about all of this,” Karlach offered again, and you waved her off.

“Get him home safe, that’s all I ask,” you replied, and they were off. You watched as Wyll’s sad, defeated eyes stayed locked with yours until they were far enough away, and your heart broke all over again.

Gale knew when not to meddle in things that didn’t concern him, so he left that talking up to you. It was not his place to speak to Wyll for you, but his charming act of heroism in punching the shit out of Wyll was plenty for you.

You took another breath, unclenched the fists you had unknowingly created, and returned to Gale’s side.

“How are you doing?” You asked him, kneeling in front of him as he laughed softly.

“As good as a man with a broken nose can be. You don’t happen to have any healing potions on you, do you?” He replied, smiling at you.

“Not here, but I have some at home,” You offered, and he shook his head no to that.

“I’d rather not return to Astarion’s commentary on my little.. quandary here,”

You pondered for a moment, and then a metaphorical lightbulb appeared over your head. “Vis medicatrix,” you chanted, placing your hand on his arm to heal the wound. Blue light emitted from your palms and eyes for a moment and then faded. Why you hadn’t thought of that prior, you had no idea.

“There. How do you feel now?” You repeated, and Gale lowered the cloth from his nose. He breathed in and out a few times, and then nodded in satisfaction.

“You’re quite good at that,” he chuckled, trying to wipe off as much blood from his face as he could. His knuckles were covered in Wyll’s blood, you noted, and you were oddly surprised Gale didn’t have more marks on him from whatever took place inside.

“What even-“

“Perhaps later.”

You pursed your lips in understanding, standing straight as you waited for him. Where would you head off to now? He looked a mess, and you could hardly stand to be around everyone who had just witnessed what occurred. What would people say? They undoubtedly recognized Ravengard’s son, so what would the rumors tell about you? Those were worries for a later time.

“There’s a travel sigil nearby if you’d like to head to my home in Waterdeep with me,” Gale offered, and you interlocked your arms again when he stood up.

“I’d like that,” you agreed, letting him guide you home.

After a bit of walking and some magical travel, you were inside Gale’s rather lavish tower in Waterdedl. The walls were practically lined from floor to ceiling with books, showing his studious nature. The smell of thousand-year-old tomes and scrolls filled your lungs, mixed with the neverending hint of brandy and vanilla. He took good care of his belongings, despite his continued apologies over what he considered a mess. Though, the only clutter you saw was that of a well-studied scholar. It was impressive just how many books he had, and you wondered if he really had read all of them.

“I believe I have a bottle of Ithbank somewhere around here, let me get myself cleaned up first,” Gale offered, and you had half the nerve to speak up.

“Let me help you,” you proposed, and he smiled at you. That cheeky, knowing smile, akin to one Astarion would give you when you’d talk of something scandalous he was already doing. He nodded his head in the direction of his washroom and you followed along behind him, allowing him to sit on a small stool as you wet a rag.

“Well, go on,” you urged, tilting his face up by the chin as you stood between his legs. Gently, you began washing the blood off of his face. “What happened?”

“After you stepped outside, Wyll began saying some rather choice words,” Gale recounted, the night's events playing over in his mind, eyes ever trained on you. “He wouldn’t cooperate with leaving. He took the first swing, I assure you. It’s not like me to throw first, or even second. I usually counteract with magic but, albeit adrenaline was forefront in my mind, a more physical response felt qualified.”

You chuckled at him, shaking your head as you took his hands and cleaned them off, too. “I’m not a damsel in distress, you know. I just didn’t want to deal with him.” You informed him, wanting to make perfectly clear your reason for aversion.

“Oh, I’m fully aware. But I like to play the white knight now and then, if you’d indulge me,” he grinned, turning his hand in yours and taking it gently. He kissed the top of your palm in thanks for your help.

You giggled at him, splashing his face gently with water, to which he gasped, reached over towards the sink, and splashed you back. You both burst into laughter as you started a miniature water fight, flicking water droplets at one another. You, though, wouldn’t give up this nonsensical fight so easily, and splashed a small cup in his face. His expression turned sour and you darted out of the washroom, Gale quick on your tail, and began dashing around bookshelves to avoid him. The initial droplets soon became minor castings of ‘create water’, both of you careful not to damage the papers surrounding you.

“This honestly seems unfair!” He called over to you as you shimmied behind a small space between two bookshelves. Abruptly, he went quiet and you began to peek around some books to see where he was.

He didn’t even say a word as he wrung out his cloth over your head, your hair becoming completely wet.

“Gale!” You screeched, turning around to his shit-eating grin. You whipped out your cloth while grabbing his collar, suddenly pulled his shirt slightly off his body, and wrung out all the remaining water from yours down his chest. Then, you flattened his shirt against his chest, allowing it to become soaked in its own right.

He jumped slightly at the coolness and glared down at you, albeit playfully. He quickly pulled you against him by the waist, effectively getting your clothes damp, too.

“You know, this is one of my favorite shirts. It’s not supposed to get wet like this so the fibers don’t fray,” Gale hummed, staring down at you with a suggestive look in his eye.

“Oh? How ever will I repay you for ruining it?” You asked, batting your eyelashes at him with faux innocence.

He thought about it for a moment, pondered just a beat too long, and tugged you close against his hips. He leaned down towards you, letting his nose brush against your own.

“A simple apology should suffice,” he smiled softly, looking down into your eyes.

“Well,” you lowered your voice, your eyes flicked from his to his lips, and back up again. “I’m so sorry, Mister Dekarios..” your hands made their way to his chest, and you planted them flat against him. “I should dry this off for you too, shouldn’t I?” You pouted, pulling out the wide, cutesy eyes for him.

He took in a breath, placing one hand on top of yours while the other rested on your lower back. “While I love that offer..” he started, brushing his lips against yours, “Let’s take things slow, yes?” He asked, and your breath hitched. Good gods. You couldn’t believe how goddamn gorgeous he was up close. You wanted nothing more than to spend the whole night with him, whatever that would entail.

“Y/N-“

“Yes.” He didn’t even need to ask, but he started to anyway. Almost instantly, his lips were against your own, the hand on your back gently pulling you closer to him as if there was any distance keeping you apart. Your eyes fluttered closed, indulging yourself entirely the moment.

You replied instantly to him, grabbing at his shirt as you leaned up towards him. One of your hands released the fabric and slid up his shoulder, then into his hair, tugging gently.

He hummed happily in response to the pull, grabbing tighter at your waist. After another beat, he drew back and rubbed his nose against yours.

“Gale…” Your eyes slowly opened again, ever so slightly still shut, looking up at him with an unknown kind of intensity and love.

“I know…” he whispered, pressing a small kiss to your lips again, before he trailed down your neck with them, his hands solid against your back and keeping you steady.

You let out a soft, satisfied little groan, running your hands through his hair. He pulled back again after another brief indulgement of his thoughts and looked down at you. He was so perfect, you almost felt bad for making him deal with you and all your imperfections.

“Can I stay the night with you?” You asked, and then panicked as you realized he might get the wrong idea. “Not- like- we don’t have to do anything! I just… want to be here… with you…” your voice went quieter by the minute, and he chuckled at your shyness in asking.

Tilting your head up by the chin, he calmed your nerves. “Of course, you can,” he leaned down to you, pressing another small kiss to your lips.

He slowly pulled away from you, his hands ghosting on your waist before he stepped back, coaching you to follow him with his all-knowing smirk, bringing you to his kitchen. As you followed, he pulled out the aforementioned bottle of Ithbank and two glasses. You hopped up onto one of the counters, watching him pour into each.

“So, I have to know,” he began, handing you the wine, “if you’d be willing to share,” he took a sip from his glass, stepping between your legs this time, “what exactly happened with Wyll? Because that kind of a reaction from someone doesn’t suggest that the breakup was just messy, it suggests that it was, well, horrid to say the least.”

You took the wine glass from him, wrapped your legs around his waist, and sighed loudly. “I’d like to know about you and your ex first,” you replied, taking a sip slowly, “I don’t know much about you and right now the scales are quite imbalanced,�� you finished, setting your glass down beside you. You leaned forward, draping your arms over his shoulders, and began to mess with his hair.

“Ah, Mystra…” he chuckled, though it wasn’t as enthusiastic as it usually was. He pursed his lips together, frowned slightly, and then began to speak.

“As you may know, Mystra is the Goddess of Magic, the Mother of the Weave, if you will. And I, myself, am a rather proclaimed wizard,” he started, bringing your arms down from his shoulders as he stepped back. He began to manipulate the weave around you both, a soft purple light shimmering and sparkling between and around you. “From a young age, I was using the Weave. I had much of it mastered by the time I was just ten years old. One of Mystra’s former chosen, Elminster, took it upon himself to train me in her absence, as she was not alive at that point.”

You saw the face of a man, conjured by Gale, who you could only assume was the Elminster he spoke of.

“When Mystra came back, she had lost a part of herself in her former death. Thus, she was weak. But, she could still sense my fascination and usage of the Weave. Soon enough, she began appearing to me. Only briefly, mind you, she was still far too injured to show herself entirely, but she still did.” This time, you saw the face of a rather beautiful woman, whom he alluded to as Mystra. How had he given up a Goddess? Well, you’d find out.

“At that time, she picked me to become one of her Chosen. Recognizing my skill for harnessing the Weave, and understanding my desire and devotion to her, it was an obvious choice. She started mentoring me, showing me parts of the Weave I had not yet discovered,” he continued, using visualizations of the encounters to help guide the storyline. “Eventually, we became friends. And then, even closer than that. Lovers. I desired to become great for her- intertwine our souls together, prove just how much I loved her. Remind you, she was dead for a long time,” he paused, making sure you were following him.

“When she came back, she had to regain the parts of the Weave that she had lost. I, knowing this, happened across a tome that told of a portion of the Weave that Mystra had not yet been reacquainted with. Lost to time, the elements, and Mystra’s long respite, this part of the Weave had gone uncollected by her and was still separate. It was imbued with Netherese magic from the folly of one of her chosen from many centuries prior, that in of itself is a story for another time. I sought to retrieve it and return it to her as an act of love- or, perhaps, egotism. I shall never know the true intent of my heart in those days, but, rest assured, I am no longer the same,” he smiled warily at you, hoping he was not losing you in everything. Both in the storybook tale he was telling, and romantically.

“The act of mine failed, rather horrendously so. What mortal man takes a piece of the weave for himself? A selfish one, indeed. Cursed with this portion, it was bestowed upon me. There are many details that I’m leaving for the sake of not boring you, but in a gist that is what happened. And now, this Netherese magic rests within me, seeking out parts of the weave to regain what it too had previously lost. Without magical artifacts, death very well could be the consequence. So, safe to say, I am no longer on my Goddess’ good side,” he paused, debating on what else to say. “It’s an arcane hunger, that’s what my Tressym, Tara, and I have figured out. I must consume those artifacts regularly to ease the hunger and calm the orb, otherwise I’ll… well, let’s just say it won’t exactly be very pretty.” He laughed slightly again, that sad, disheartened chuckle, and you felt terrible for him.

Mystra had essentially cursed the man she claimed to love, and you found that unfair. Why wouldn’t she just reabsorb the magic? Why put him under duress when all he wanted to do was prove his devotion? You would never say it aloud, but you despised the Gods and their unusual cruelty at times.

“I… don’t know what to say. That’s awful, Gale.” You realized that the details he had provided to you on your initial date were rather vague. Now that he explained it in more depth, your situation with Wyll felt minuscule in comparison. What’s a lover's quarrel in the shadow of a devoted, lovesick chosen being cursed with a gift he intended for his Goddess?

“Do not pity me, Y/N. It’s the consequence of a foolish man seeking more than he could attain. Had I not been blinded by my insatiable need to grow stronger and unlock arcane secrets that were not mine to know, I would not be here. Mystra had told me to be content, and I just couldn’t listen. But had I, I would not be with you. If going back in time meant that I would lose out on what I have now, I would suffer it all over a thousand times more,” he smiled at you, the magic fading as he returned and stood in front of you again.

“You’d suffer through losing your Goddess’ favor for me?” You asked, and he nodded. The look in his eye… was one of complete seriousness. While soft, you could see the determination behind his gaze. He did not intend to fault you like he faulted his Goddess. He wanted to savor this, savor you. You weren’t sure whether to be scared, or honored. What else was he willing to risk for you?

“I’d disown even the angriest of Gods if it resulted in our union being inseparable,” he placed his hand under your chin, tilting your head up towards him. “I have only known you for a short period of my life, and yet I’d live a thousand more years with you if I could.”

You felt your eyes water, the sentiment touching your heart. You looked towards the ground, before throwing your arms around him and pulling him in for a hug. You wrapped your legs tightly around his waist, and he pulled you close against him.

“Thank you, for everything,” you told him, burying your face into his chest. He held you just like that for a moment, allowing his head to rest on top of yours. When you finally pulled away, looking up at him with the sweetest doe eyes, he couldn’t help but lean down and kiss you again.

“You’re adorable,” he laughed softly, kissing you again and again. Your giggles broke the kisses and you whacked him gently on the chest to get him to stop.

“Are you alright? I know that was quite a lot to take in,” he asked, and you admired his sensitivity to your headspace.

“I’m alright. I’m still stuck on the fact you eat magical items, though,” you joked, and he rolled his eyes at you.

“Alright, alright. Enough about me. It’s your turn,” he wrapped the conversation back around to you and Wyll, and it pained you for a second to think about it.

And then you looked at him, enjoying his glass of wine with you, and you couldn’t help but feel connected enough to talk about it.

Until you heard the birds chirping happily outside, the two of you labored over the blow-up with Wyll. It was a weight off your shoulders, bantering with him about all the shitty things that happened that night. Like two drunken schoolgirls talking shit about a mutual ex-friend, you both couldn’t help it.

You weren’t sure how long you slept, just that you were comfortable, warm, and safe. Safe within the tight hold of Gale’s arms, under the silk sheets that lined his bed.

You had this inkling feeling that all was right in the world. The universe, for once, was back on your side. Back on his side. It was like mending a pot with the age-old art of kintsugi- melding two broken pieces together with gold-dusted glue. Was it perfect? By no means. But it was together. It was whole.

You were whole again.

At least, until you got abducted by Mindflayers.

#baldur's gate 3 #fanfiction #for you #for you page #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #bg3 #gale fanfic #gale fluff #gale angst #gale #baldurs gate gale #gale x reader #gale romance #baldurs gate wyll #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 shadowheart #shadowheart #bg3 karlach #karlach #wyll ravengard #bg3 wyll #baldur’s gate fanfiction #bg3 fanfiction #x reader #baldurs gate fanfiction #fanfiction angst

[flowerismi]

Repay

Wrote this just for fun, I don't know if I'll continue it... Maybe if enough people show interest towards it

"Hinata get your things now!"

Hanabi yelled as she pushed the front door open. Hinata gasped as Hanabi came in. Hinata got up from the sofa slowly.

"H-Hanabi? What's going on?"

Hinata called out worried to her sister. But Hanabi rushed over and threw a bag to Hinata.

"No time to explain! Just take the most essential and then we gotta get out of here!"

Hanabi said, and Hinata could see the terrifying look in Hanabi's eyes. Hinata nodded and ran to her room. It wasn't like this was the first time this had happened. When your father is part of the underground world. It wasn't something he would talk about. And the girls hadn't even known growing up.

But one night their father came home without their mother. And he demanded that the girls pack up their favorite things. Before they drove away in the dark of the night. Followed by a couple of people their father had trusted.

And then when Hinata has turned 18 it happened again. Except this time it was their father who didn't come home. Only the girl's cousin Neji. He pulled the girls with him, making them bring only the essential. From that day on, Hinata and Hanabi had to learn how to survive in the world of the underground. With no one to provide or protect them.

The last time it happened, it ended in a shootout. Costing Neji his life, protecting both Hinata and Hanabi. After that day Hanabi changed. It was like she had enough. She took up the shotgun Neji had. His blood still on it. And when the men stepped up, she shot his head off. Hinata gasped and turned her head away. But not Hanabi. She watched as the blood spilled everywhere. That day Hanabi joined the underworld.

Hinata had no idea what Hanabi was doing or who she was working for. But as long as she came home at the end of the day, that was all that mattered. Hinata would work cleaning different clubs, bars and hotels. She would often get to see the after match of the gangs fighting each other. It always made her puke. The bodies getting carried out, so she could clean up. Drugs, blood and bullet all over the place.

Hinata grabbed all the money she had hidden away, and stuffed it down the bag. She also grabbed some clothes and their mother's necklace plus a photo of them all together taken a lifetime ago.

"Hinata come on we gotta go now!"

Hanabi yelled. And Hinata hurried out to her sister, the bag over her shoulder. They grabbed each other's hands, and ran for the backdoor to the apartment. And as the door behind them closed, they heard their front door getting kicked in.

"Hanabiiii... There's no use in hiding or running... Get your sorry ass out now"

A playful, and sadistic voice called out.

"Suigetsu that piece of shit..."

Hanabi whispered repulsive, both of the sisters standing quietly behind the backdoor. They were afraid to make too much noise if they began walking down the stairs.

"My my... What a nice place you got..."

Suigetsu could be heard saying, with his playful tone. He went slowly around the small apartment. His eyes scanning the room. But they landing on something and he stopped.

"Well well... What is this... Look boys..."

Suigetsu said, pulling a picture frame up from a desk. The other men stumbled over.

"Wauw... What a beauty... Who is she Hanabi?"

Suigetsu called out as if he knew Hanabi could hear him. Suigetsu smashed the glass of the picture frame, pulling out the picture. The woman in the picture intrigued him. He licked his lips.

"Come on Hanabi, let's stop playing games. If you come out nice and calmly, I'm sure we can work something out for you, and your... Very nice looking roomie"

Suigetsu yelled out in the apartment again. He stared down the picture, and put it down the pocket of his suit.

Hinata could see that Hanabi was furious. But she also seemed terrified. Hinata didn't know what to do. She reached out to Hanabi. But something snapped in Hanabi as she grabbed Hinata's hand, and ran down the stairs.

The men in the apartment heard the movement immediately, and ran toward the backdoor where the sounds were coming from.

"Tsk.. I told you not to run..."

Suigetsu said with a sarcastic sad face. Smiling afterwards. Suigetsu turned around, and walked out the front door where he came from.

As he stepped out of the apartment complex he caught Hanabi's eyes staring up at him angry. The two women were being held down by a couple of men. Suigetsu walked over, kneeling down in front of Hanabi's face.

"You seriously thought we didn't have this place surrounded already...?"

Suigetsu said with a smug face.

"Fuck you..."

Hanabi replied with what little breath she could breathe. Suigetsu grabbed her hair pulling it hard upward. Hanabi held back the pain.

"I can't wait to see what the boss is going to do to you"

Suigetsu whispered, smiling to her.

"Hanabi!"

Hinata yelled out. Unlike Hanabi, Hinata was standing up, being held back by the men, having a tight grib around her arms.

Suigetsu looked over at Hinata, as his smile disappeared. He stood up slowly, and made his way over to Hinata. The men pulled Hanabi up from the ground, holding her back as well.

"So who are you?... Woman from the picture in Hanabi's apartment..."

Suigetsu asked curious, checking her out. Hinata felt his gaze on her, it made her uncomfortable.

"That's none of your fucking buisness asshole..."

Hanabi said behind them. The men holding her grabbed her hair forcing her head down.

"Please stop!"

Hinata cried out seeing them hurting Hanabi. Suigetsu had turned around to Hanabi again.

"You just don't know when to shut up, do you?"

Suigetsu said, as he went over to her. Suigetsu nodded to the man holding Hanabi's head. And the man pulled Hanabi's head up. She stared angry back at Suigetsu. But Suigetsu only smiled, before landing a punch in Hanabi's stomach.

"NO STOP PLEASE!"

Hinata screamed out, feeling tears forming in her eyes. Hanabi coughed, and gasped after air. She looked up at Suigetsu again. Smiling to him.

"You punch like a bitch"

Hanabi whispered, laughing slightly afterwards. Suigetsu clenched his fist in annoyance, smiling sarcastically. He was about to land another hit, when he heard his phone ring. For a second he stood still. Before reaching down the suits pocket, picking up his phone.

"Yes?"

Suigetsu said. His face turned serious.

"Yes... We'll be there immediately"

Suigetsu replied to whoever was on the other end of the phone. As the conversation ended, he looked seriously at the other men.

"Tie them up. "

Suigetsu said. He looked at Hanabi, and then over at Hinata. Before he went over to the cars by the apartment complex. The men tied both Hinata's and Hanabi's hands behind their backs. And forced them into the cars.

"I'm sorry Hinata..."

Hanabi whispered to her sister, as they drove through the dark city, without looking at her. Hinata didn't know what to say. She felt so scared. Not for herself, but she was afraid something was going to happen to Hanabi.

"Hinata?... Is that your name?"

Suigetsu asked seductively. Sitting opposite of the girls. Hinata looked up at him nervous and scared. Hanabi ignored him.

"So what are you two? At this point I'm thinking..."

Suigetsu said interested. But he was hit with an realization.

"Wait... Are you two... Sisters?"

Suigetsu asked amazed. And he saw Hanabi flinch for a second.

"Oh shit... You have a sister? And you never told anyone?"

Suigetsu said intrigued again. He ended up laughing together with the other men in the car. Hinata didn't understand, why was it such a big deal. She was about to say something, when the car stopped.

"Well this will be fun"

Suigetsu let a smirk fill his lips, winking to Hinata as he exited the car. The two women were forced along. Still having their hands tied behind their backs. They were outside an enormous skyscraper. But it seemed as if it was empty. There were no lights. Hinata noticed how the building was surrounded with people holding guns. All dressed up in suits. Hinata's heart began racing faster, and she felt the tears pressing under her eyes again. As they entered the building more and more people were visible. With their guns and suits. Both men and women.

The group went to the elevators, going to the top floor. As they exited, there were still more people. They stopped in front of a big double door. A red haired woman standing by the door.

"Took you long enough..."

The woman said.

"Yeah yeah, we were having some fun"

Suigetsu said. The red haired woman looked over at Hanabi and Hinata. She frowned as she saw Hinata.

"Who's that woman?"

She asked annoyed. Suigetsu glanced at Hinata. Before turning his attention back to the red haired woman.

"My my are we jealous huh Karin?"

Suigetsu teased as he smiled.

"Jealous!?"

Karin said.

"You have got to be kidding me!"

Karin almost yelled.

"Don't worry Karin... You don't stand a chance against that"

Suigetsu said, hinting at Hinata. The other men began laughing at Suigetsu's remark.

And Karin's face turned red in anger.

"You son of a-"

Karin said, but was interrupted, as the doors opened and a broad tall man with orange hair gestured for everyone to come inside. Both Suigetsu and Karin became quiet, and straightened their backs. They all entered the room, with Hinata and Hanabi being pushed by the men behind them.

The room was dark. Only a few lights were lit. It looked like an office. Very big compared though. Hinata and Hanabi were placed on a chair each beside each other. And Hinata noticed a dark figure in front of them. He was sitting behind a desk. Not facing them. The room went silent. And the men stepped away from Hinata and Hanabi. Hinata looked over at Hanabi. But she was looking down at the ground. Her hair covering her face. Hinata didn't know what to do or say. What was going to happen.

"Hanabi..."

The dark figure called out. His voice made Hinata shiver. He turned around, and stood up from his chair. Walking slowly over to them. As he came out into the light of the room, Hinata felt her heart stop. His dark eyes looked so ice cold. Like they had killed thousands of times before, and would kill a thousand more. His pale skin, and dark hair hanging down his face. He was both tall and very fit. Even without a weapon he could probably kill someone with pure strength. Hinata gulped, and she felt a tear run down her cheek. As she was shaking, she glanced over at Hanabi again.

"H-Hanabi..."

Hinata tried to whisper. But no sound came. And she felt the tear drop from her chin to her breast. She looked down at her chest. Terrified for what was about to happen.

The dark figure stopped as he noticed the other woman sitting beside Hanabi. He furrowed his look over at Suigetsu.

"What the fuck is this?"

He asked furiated. Suigetsu took a step forward, smiling to himself.

"Well you see Sasuke, it seems our little Hanabi have been hiding something from us... Right Hanabi?"

Suigetsu said, laughing a bit afterwards.

"Will you tell him or should I?"

Suigetsu asked sarcastically. Hanabi was still facing the ground. Ignoring Suigetsu.

"No? Oh well I'll tell him for you"

Suigetsu said as he stepped up to Hinata. Putting his hand on her shoulder with one hand. His other hand reached down to her chin. Clenching her face. Hinata closed her eyes. Trying to hold back her tears again.

"This is Hinata, Hanabi's sister"

Suigetsu said as he smiled. He took a breath smelling Hinata. Hinata flinched, shaking even more.

"Oh poor thing is shaking like crazy"

Suigetsu said as he felt Hinata shaking through his grib on her.

"So what do you think Sasuke?"

Suigetsu asked, as he looked up at the man with the dark figure. He gestured for Suigetsu to back off. And Suigetsu let go of Hinata, as he backed away. Hinata opened her eyes slowly again. But she couldn't look anywhere else but the ground. The man went over and kneeled down in front of Hanabi.

"Hanabi..."

He whispered.

"Look at me..."

He demanded still whispering. Hinata looked over at her sister. Her heart beating faster, and harder than ever before. Hanabi slowly raised her head. Facing Sasuke head on. A moment of silence fell over them.

"Why did you run...?"

Sasuke asked with a calm normal voice. Hinata could see that Hanabi was terrified. Trying her best to hold it all back.

"Answer me..."

Sasuke demanded still calm. But Hanabi didn't know what to say. She couldn't form any words. Sasuke sighed as he got impatient, and then slapped Hanabi across the face. The sound of the slap made it clear how strong it was. Hinata rasied her gaze to the man, and her sister. Sasuke lifted Hanabi's face up so he could see the mark he left on her cheek.

"How are you going to repay me mhm?

Sasuke asked apathetic. He waited again for a answer. But Hanabi didn't say anything. Sasuke's annoyance grew, and he grabbed Hanabi's throat with one of his hands. Hinata heard as Hanabi began gasping after air.

"I said, how are you going to repay me?"

Sasuke said again, resentful.

"STOP! PLEASE STOP!"

Hinata screamed all a sudden in panic. Tears rolling down her cheeks. Sasuke loosened his grib on Hanabi without actually letting go. Slowly turning his attention over at Hinata. He saw her flustered face, scared gaze, and the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Please stop hurting her... I'll do anything... Please just... Don't hurt her..."

Hinata cried out, the words struggling to come out. Sasuke eyes widened in surprise hearing Hinata call out like that.

"Stupid bitch..."

Suigetsu said angry under his breath, as he stepped up to Hinata. About to hit her so she would shut up. But Sasuke stopped him, gesturing for Suigetsu to step back. And Suigetsu did as demanded. Sasuke let go of Hanabi, and she gasped after air, coughing as well.

"Hinata... Stay out of this..."

Hanabi managed to say. But Suigetsu rushed over to her, placing his hand over her mouth, preventing her from speaking.

"P-please... Don't hurt... H-Hanabi..."

Hinata tried to say while still crying. Her mumbling could hardly be heard. Sasuke stopped in front of her, kneeling down to her eye level. Hinata only met his eyes an instant. But she felt like she was staring at death itself.

"So your name is Hinata..."

Sasuke said. His voice piercing Hinata's soul. She nodded slightly.

"Hinata..."

The way he said her name made her feel weird. It was soft and almost caring. But his eyes were cold and dead.

"Your sister made a mistake... That mistake has cost me a lot... Both money and lives..."

Sasuke said still as calm, and caring as before. Hinata tensed up as she sensed Sasuke standing up in front of her. He placed one of his hands on the chairs back seat. The other strocking Hinata's head. He leaned down to her ear.

"Are you sure you want to pay for all her trouble..."

Sasuke whispered, and Hinata could feel his warm breath against her skin. For a moment everything was quiet. Only Hanabi's struggling could be heard. Suigetsu keeping her from saying anything. Hinata could hear her own heartbeat. It was hammering so hard in her chest.

"I'm waiting..."

Sasuke whispered again to her. Leaning back a little. Looking at her, her face facing the ground. Then he noticed Hinata nodding her head slowly.

"Just... Don't hurt Hanabi..."

Hinata mumbled under her breath. Sasuke let go of the chair, and of Hinata. He stepped back a bit, until he reached his desk. Sitting down on it.

"Well... There you have it..."

Sasuke said. He nodded to Suigetsu to let go of Hanabi.

"NO! HINATA WILL NOT PAY FOR MY MISTAKE! LET HER GO!"

Hanabi screamed as Suigetsu let go of her. Sasuke looked over at Hanabi.

"Well Hanabi... Maybe you should have thought about the consequences of your actions... And what it could cost for those you care about"

Sasuke said mockingly, his eyes piercing her soul. Hanabi clenched her fists in regret. Before Hanabi could say anything else. Sasuke gestured for the tall man with orange hair to grab Hinata.

"Take her to the car Jugo..."

Sasuke said.

#sasuhina angst #sasuhina #Sasuhina #sasuhina fanfiction #sasuhina fanfic #sasuhina fanfics #sasuhina fanfictions #sasuke uchiha #hyuga hinata #hinata hyuga #uchiha sasuke #fanfiction angst #fanfic angst #angst #fanfictions angst #naruto fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #anime fanfic #anime fanfiction #naruto angst

[literallykenmaandshoyo]

Hello kenma! Could you please make a fanfic about how the reader commits suicide and swaggersouls reacts to it? they are together etc. of course you don't have to. I understand 100% that this topic may be very inappropriate for you. Also have a good day

Leaving You Behind

Swaggersouls x gender neutral!reader Requested by: Anon Genre: Angst Proofread: Nope Music: c!Wilbur head over heals for c!Quackity // TNT DUO inspired playlists Warnings: Suicide, coping with a lost one, talk of self-harm Summary: You've been dealing with things on your own for a while now. Things have been getting rougher and rougher and you can't bring yourself to bear the pain anymore. Sadly, that means leaving your favorite person behind. Author's note: This one is super sad, y'all. I'm not gonna lie, while I like this idea, I don't have a real story for it. This is gonna be headcanons of just pure emotion. I'm sorry if they're a bit short. -Mod Kenma

Nobody knew you were dealing with such dark demons. You did a good job of hiding them. You pretended like everything was fine and everyone believed you.

So when you passed, it was a shock. Swagger took it the worst. He was horrified and felt incredibly guilty for not noticing or asking sooner.

Of course, it's not his fault. How was he supposed to know? You were good at keeping things under wraps.

When he got your suicide note, he broke down. He couldn't bring himself to read it. It felt like his entire world was falling apart. You're his entire world and he can't bear to do any of this alone.

The Misfits are right there next to him, trying to help as much as possible. It's hard on them too, you were their friend.

It's very hard to find some sort of normalcy in all of this. You were always there. You would be sitting on Swagger's lap or doing something stupid with Mason. You not being there felt off like the world shifted and wasn't able to return to its normal axis.

Life didn't seem fair, especially at that moment. It was hard for Swagger to do basic things without having a breakdown. You two were always with one another (unless he was streaming). Everything was done with the two of you and now Swagger can't help but feel lost.

The funeral was, to say the least, a mess. Swagger and the Misfits were sobbing their eyes out with the rest of your family. It was a beautiful event but god, Swagger was a mess. He was one to talk and it was a little rough around the edges. He would sniff and break some sentences with a small sob. It's heartbreaking.

Swagger feels incredibly guilty. He feels like it's somehow his fault. Like he should have been a better boyfriend. Even if there was no way for him to help, he still feels like he should have.

I don't think he'll ever move on. Swagger feels like you were the one, his soulmate. You're his one true love. He was supposed to grow old with you and misses you every single day.

He visits your grave a lot. Sometimes he'll have small picnics there and others he'll just sit. He talks to you. He'll tell you about his day or what your friends are doing. He'll go on and on until the sun goes down and he has to leave.

You were his everything and there isn't a day that goes by where he doesn't think about you. You're on his mind 24/7 and nothing will change that.

#swaggersouls x reader #swagger souls x reader #swaggersouls x gender neutral reader #swagger souls x gender neutral reader #x reader #x gender neutral reader #x reader angst #x gender neutral reader angst #fanfiction #fanfiction angst

[killrspringlock]

Bound To Hate | Spiderverse OC Fanfic Blurb 1

This is the first of many blurbs surrounding the relationship Genevieve (@jinxedbandage) and Faisal develop over the course of Spiderverse Canon. They, however, are bound by fate to be unhappy with one another, forcing Genevieve into the arms of someone else, a person who understands her more than Faisal ever could.

╭──────────────────────────────────────────.🕷..─╮ Summary: Gen and Faisal are on the outs. With the destruction of her universe at the hands of Miles Morales, and Faisal's belief that he should be allowed to return to his own home despite the choices Morales has made, Gen grows to discover her distrust for the one person who was supposed to love her most. Warnings: Harsh Language, Accusatory References, Potential Spoilers for Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse. This is not proof read, I'm just trying to get my thoughts out. A/n: Anything in italics between quotations is Faisal communicating through sign language. He is deaf, and uses SL as his main method of relaying information. He does speak occasionally, but for the sake of this being my shameless self-insert, I will be including this. Tehe <3<3 ╰─..🕷.───────────────────────────────────────────╯

"You!" Genevieve jabbed a finger into Faisal's chest, a harsh edge to her tone, "You will never understand!"

Faisal looked half distressed, but angrier more than anything. Why was she attacking him like this? He'd had no implication other than he couldn't help her.

She'd made it clear enough that she didn't want it.

'Gen,' Faisal's eyebrows shot together--angry; Genevieve took a seething step forward, 'I just need you to listen to me.' He signed quickly, sloppily, as if he were unable to move quick enough.

Genevieve took a moment to respond, it was hard to follow, "I have done quite enough listening to your bullshit antics, Faisal." She spit, something about the look on his face made her antsy to fight.

"My entire world," Gen continued, "is gone! You can't fix that. You can't pretend that what this kid has done is okay!" She talked with her motions, arms flying up to emphasize her discomfort. Faisal always admired that about her, even when she argued with him.

He watched her silently, unable to gather his thoughts. Of course he knew that, of course he understood he couldn't fix that--but above all else, he was jealous of Miguel. The person Genevieve ran far too quickly to, the person who could relate the most.

'But he can?' Faisal asked her. A look of defeat shadowed Gen's face, she grimaced.

"Miguel?!" She raked her hands over her face, exasperated, "Of course! my world just imploded and all you can fucking care about is Miguel?!" Genevieve laughed bitterly, unable to express how sick the accusation made her, "I can't believe you."

"Me?" Faisal's voice broke the silence, Gen's head snapped in his direction--this was the first time she'd heard him speak in what felt like months, "You can't," He frowned and shook his head, "You can't believe me?!" It was as if he were struggling to get the sentence out.

A flash of what almost looked like remorse shot across Gen's face, "You haven't looked at me the same in weeks, Genevieve." She didn't respond.

"You spend hours with him." His voice broke as he glared at her, "You can't even kiss me."

She shook her head, he missed her and she knew that. Considering the collapse of her universe, there was enough to imply that she would be distant. Everything Genevieve knew, loved, cherished. It was all gone.

And Faisal was bitter. He didn't get it. He didn't understand. He would never be able to understand. That was Genevieve's point, and Faisal missed it every time.

"I'm," Gen sighed heavily, it was like she was being swallowed up, "I am sorry." She could physically see the hurt on his face, how his shoulders slumped, and especially how he kept to himself.

'You aren't.' Faisal's hands moved slowly, emphasizing how much he knew. She watched him, refusing to meet his eyes. They were drifting apart with no way to fix it. No solution.

Faisal's 'fix-it' attitude was expended, he couldn't simply listen to her, he didn't know how.

For that reason, Genevieve sought refuge in the presence of someone Faisal grew to hate.

#across the spiderverse miguel o’hara #across the spiderverse original character #across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse fanfic #across the spiderverse angst #miles morales #miguel o'hara #original plot #original characters #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman fanfic #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman original characters #spiderman angst #fanfiction #fanfiction angst

[fortheloveofarchons]

Xiao comforts Aether in the Serenitea Pot

C.W. - Fluff and angst - Aether is so done - Aether needs therapy - Xiao being kind - Kiss!

Aether sighs, looking around his own serenitea pot, his feelings mixed with emotions of proudness and tiredness. It’s been a long day for the traveller, and all he’s been doing is decorating and furnishing his little teapot realm. 

Aether whips out his furnishing blueprint, which was titled as the, ‘Chorus of Desert and Wood’. 

With leaves that resemble the contours of starlights, lush and demure plants with brightly coloured flowers, some purple plants that grow in clusters like a dense bush, these components pair well with the fountain. To Aether, the fountain is made to be exactly like the one that’s in front of the Zubayr Theater in Sumeru. Its mist is able to bring a cool breeze to the audience, including himself, whose face is gently sprinkled with water. 

With these components, thus orchestrating a beautiful chorus of flowers, trees, and some wild grass. In front of the fountain, lies a dream-like aura furnishing item that’s called the, ‘Floral Swing’. The suspended chair is supported by gracefully-curved trees, the seat held by vibrant vines twisted into ropes, while the trunks and beams are dotted with clusters of blue and white flowers that exude a pervasive fragrance capable of carrying people off to a floral sea in the clouds. 

“I think I did a pretty good job!” He says, admiring his new furnishing set. Thanks to the placements, the grass also growed wonderfully, without any unnecessary weeds growing. 

“If only Paimon was here to see this…” 

~~~~~~

Meanwhile, Paimon is snoring loudly in her little bedroom, sprawling across the bed in a messy tangle of limbs and blankets. One arm hangs off the side of the bed, while the other is tucked awkwardly beneath Paimon’s own body. Paimon’s tousled white hair sticks out in all directions, evidence of a day filled with play and adventure.

“Ehe~ eheheheh~” The emergency food’s face is relaxed in sleep, with a slight smile playing at the corners of Paimon’s mouth, perhaps dreaming of mountains of food or mora. 

 “More… more food… bring in more food… yummy…” 

…Right. 

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Settling himself onto the floral swing, he pushes his legs from the ground, gently swaying amidst the blossoming flowers. 

“If only Lumine was here…” Aether says it to himself. Surrounded by the vibrant colours of Sumeru’s nature, the immortal traveller is lost in contemplation, the shine in his golden eyes reflecting a depth of loneliness that only eternity could bring. 

Each petal and leaves that dance in the breeze whisper tales of fleeting life, contrasting sharply with the immutability of the Fourth Descender’s existence. 

As the swing gently rocks back and forth, making a little creaking sound, reality seemed to flicker and fade in his eyes, like an old film reel skipping frames. Travelling and venturing into many worlds, he and his kin watched as the seasons changed, flowers bloomed and withered, people growing old and passing by, and life ebbed and flowed around them. Yet to him and his sister, they remained unchanged, forever separated from mortal existence, both twins burdened with the weight of endless years. 

Despite the vibrant surroundings, Aether felt an emptiness in his heart that no amount of furnishing sets and nature splendours could fill. Ever since he and his twin sister were separated, he has longed for companionship, for someone to share in anything he could ever think of. 

But he knew that such a connection was impossible no matter what. 

“If only there was someone who could see this with me…” Aether says. 

The first person that came to his mind was someone with a purple diamond marking on the forehead, and a familiar green tattoo around their right arm. 

“Don’t be ridiculous…” Aether gives himself a laugh, adjusting the white scarf on his neck. “There’s no way Xiao could even appear in this teapot realm.” 

Under his own little rambling, the golden-haired immortal didn’t hear the gust of wispy black smoke coming from behind him. 

“I mean– Xiao is always so busy extinguishing demons, he probably doesn’t even have time to deal with… What does he call them again? Oh! Right!” Aether tries to mimic Xiao’s voice, making his voice a bit more deeper. “ I have no time to deal with your mortal affairs. How absurd of you, I’d rather eat snow than stay in your company– Unless you have a plate of almond tofu, of course. ” 

That made the yaksha’s brows furrow tightly, crossing his arms.  

“If you awake to a knife at your throat!! If monsters dig their claws into you!!” Aether starts bolting out a song out of nowhere, his voice crackling and bolting with every note. A tuneless melody that’s out of sync.  “If death comes knocking at your door!!!” 

Xiao glances around the realm at nothing, as though he might see something that would explain this. 

“Call out my name!! Da dum da dum!! Adeptus Xiao!! Da dum da dum!!” Aether continues. “I will be here!!! Right when you call–” 

Squeeeezeeeee… .

Aether could feel a rough pinch on both of his cheeks, halting whatever song he was singing out loud. 

“Eh?” 

“Are you done singing?” Xiao asks near Aether’s ear, leaning in close. “Perhaps this would be enough to shut you up. By the way, why exactly did you call me?” 

“Oh, Xiao!” Aether lets out an awkward laugh, his cheeks turning to a light tint of red due to the squeeze. “I… Uh… I missed you?” 

“Hmm? Why would you miss me? I” Xiao gives a confused hum in response and lets go of Aether’s cheeks. “I mean– Why would you miss me , of all the people you’ve met?” 

Aether’s cheeks are now flushed as pink as a rainbow rose...

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