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td-yuri-takes · 2 months

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I LOVE SAMELLA...... read twinning with a twist and havent been the same since but they really do just work really well together if you think ab it. with both coming from bad family situations (only implied for ella tho i think) and needing everyone to like them all the time. sammy is really hurt that she's always painted in a bad light no matter how hard she tries to fix it, while ella doesnt realize how she comes across as annoying and that people dont really like her until sugar flat out tells her, and she starts spending so much time trying to get sugar to like her. its just interesting bc sammy feels defeated and ella is just determined to both be herself and be someone who everybody likes.(though, and this might just be pulling from twinning with a twist a lot, it does feel like she uses her princess fantasy as escapism. possibly partly bc shes Not oblivious i bet she realizes people dont like her that much, she just doesnt know what to do about it. if they dont like her when shes trying to be the perfect princess and polite and kind what is so bad about her that even if shes nice they dont want her?) sammy IS nice, and she doesnt hide it, but somehow ends up taking the fall for amy's behavior (even tho amy was outright awful to everyone?? this plot confused me so bad. but i guess scarlett and amy dont care, topher probably just doesnt care or Loves to stir the pot, max and rodney are probably too dense, and we know how jasmine reacted) and she has such a complex about it its Bad. i honestly love sammy i wish they treated her better. i think ella shouldve also had a last straw snap like sammy did, just absolutely go off on someone about why they dont like her. isnt she trying hard enough? whats wrong with her? and sammy might see that as inspiration and really admire ella for it, and spend more time together (without amy this is important.) then later maybe sammy asks ella for tips and she tells her that she seems like a really nice person !! and maybe likens sammy to a princess as well, because ella didnt have amy on her team influencing her perception of sammy. so that like shocks sammy and she realizes that if ella can do it she can, and if ella sees her as someone worthy just knowing Sammy, then maybe she is, and has worth on her own outside of amy. i love jasmine but i dont love the way she just lets it happen either. i think sammy believed jasmine when she said she was good, but couldnt help but feel like its only because she feels sorry for her, and not really based on her own merit because amy has never let sammy have anything for herself, not even her friendship with jasmine. so being on different teams from ella and still bonding could give them a chance to establish that connection without amy at all, which might make sammy feel more secure that ella truly means what shes saying. i think one of the conversations would happen after ella is voted off, and sammy would get mad, saying that ella was genuinely sweet and they couldnt see past the fact that she was also 'too weird', and then say her situation was similar in that they judge her on the surface of what amy tells them without ever trying to get to know her at all, and she tells amy shes done trying to compete with her. her worth shouldnt depend on whether amy or their mother thinks shes good. maybe this could also relate to ella's brief crush on dave, and how she feels betrayed by sky for being so excited when she was clearly upset about it when she thought they were friends, and she also realizes dave didnt fit the mold she wanted him to. i think sammy would comfort her after, and this shouldve been the start of ella accepting she cant spend her whole life in a fantasy or she wont make real connections. and later when they get together sammy might confess she worries about not being enough for ella, not being able to fit the princess life. but ella tells her that their relationship isnt a fantasy, its real. she wants to take it slow, and not put any expectations onto her. like, character growth. IDK sorry for the rant i just like them

this might just be my favorite thing

#td yuri takes #total drama #tdi #total drama island #td #total drama sammy #total drama ella #samella

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supanuts · 3 months

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One last thing and then I'll never darken your doorway/ask box again, but I just need to get all this pent-up Way-related madness out of my system so I can put it all behind me and move on!

Inspired by your tags on the post compiling the mind control moments, I thought how this is a great example of confirmation bias and it's really fascinating how differently we interpret things depending on our predisposition to view someone/something a certain way: those ppl who view Way primarily as a manipulative, creepy, irredeemable antagonist (each to their own!) see him using his power on Babe in ep 9 when they're hugging as the sick cherry on top of a moulding cake - it's Babe's most vulnerable moment and Way can't help himself, he's at it yet again, the utter bastard.

Whereas in that same moment what I see - someone who views him primarily as a deeply fucked up, morally confused, painfully tragic disaster - is a man watching the person he loves most in the world (regardless of how we judge his feelings, that's certainly what Way believes) completely break down, sob in his arms, and feel utterly helpless in the face of that pain - unable to comfort him, to make it better, to make Babe stop hurting. He looks positively panicked. And that's partly because of his own lies and secrets and the general complications of their situation, but it's also because he's a trainwreck himself - he doesn't have the psychological toolkit necessary to provide Babe with the solace he needs. So he falls back on the only thing Tony's conditioned him to think he's good for - he feels powerless so he uses his power. It's all he has. It's all he can do. It's such a childlike reaction, it breaks my heart - often when a child encounters someone in distress, that's their exact reaction: stop crying! Don't be sad! They're bewildered, they're hurting now too, and they don't know what to do, they just know they don't like it, so they simply order you to feel better. It's coming from the same sort of place, it's just that Way happens to have the ability to make that order a reality! And maybe I'm grasping at straws, but I think it's important that all he actually uses his power to say is, effectively, 'dont cry, you'll always have me', which, as you pointed out, is a perfectly normal sentiment to express to an upset friend! And even then you can see his hesitancy in doing it. If he really was a terrible horrible no-good very bad boy, this would be the moment to take advantage of Babe, physically or emotionally. But he doesn't. Okay, so the bar is super low, but I don't care - I'm still claiming it as a win for Way's potential redemption!

and because it took me so long to reply to the others i actually got a third ask ijbol

ANON DON’T LEAVE ME, my ask box is open for whenever you need to get all your pent-up way-related or pit babe in general madness out of your system, so feel free.

disclaimer i should have made earlier maybe: i didn’t know nut before pit babe, so i wasn’t influenced by him playing way in any way. don’t let my username fool you; i am a hot wheel omegaverse fan first and foremost and a nut supanut fan second.

i have to say i felt so proud as more eps came out and they kept making more and more obvious what was happening with way… because i clocked it in that first scene at the pool table, on second watch iirc. it took so much effort not to point it out to my friend when i watched the ep with her later that i had to shut up so i wouldn’t say anything lol i love when they do things like that hhh

i’m pretty sure that’s the moment i started paying more attention to way too, because he uses his powers on babe

to tell him something completely normal that anyone would just tell to their friends directly. and, to me, there’s only two ways to read his motives there: either he thinks he needs to use his powers to get through babe’s thick skull because he would not believe it otherwise, or he doesn’t believe in himself enough to think babe, his best friend, would actually listen to him and believe him. (arguably you could say he wants to make sure babe goes to him and no one else, which i don’t think is the case, but i will say it here just to be perfectly clear.) whichever his reasoning actually was it made my sad man alarm go off full blast. i didn’t have an opinion on him yet at that point, only found his reactions to the charlie situation funny, so that was my honest reaction without having any kind of preconceived notion or expectation from the character.

and then, as the story kept progressing, he kept using his powers for similar reasons.

yes he still mind-controlled babe in fucked up ways into believing he wasn’t worthy of love, but now, because he doesn’t already believe that anymore, the idea wouldn’t take. it would hurt babe’s feelings hearing his best friend say that, but it was honestly something he had believed at some point, and again way was trying to protect babe in the most misguided way possible.

and then of course there’s the scene in ep 7 after babe learns about charlie being another of tony’s children and i don’t know if you’ve watched it again after way’s reveal, but you can see his thoughts and feelings so clearly in his face. he’s feeling helpless in so many ways and he wants his friend to stop hurting so he knows the only think he knows that works and it’s so fucked up, because it doesn’t really do anything. he only gets babe to stop crying, which doesn’t make him stop hurting, only makes way stop seeing it, and i don’t think he puts that much thought into it, as you said it’s very clearly a childlike reaction, but it is so telling of way as a character and of his state of mind. not least of all because we’ve seen him comfort babe a lot more with things that are nothing compared to this, but here he doesn’t know what to say or do. so yeah, no notes.

you and me anon, you and me. i do think we’re getting a redemption arc, specially with pete’s whole thing toward way, but i’m cautiously not counting my eggs just yet.

breaks my heart when people don’t stop to wonder why someone that from what we know has the sole mission of bringing babe back home to tony couldn’t have used his powers to either do just that back then or mind-controlling babe into thinking he was in love with him, and instead has spent the last 10 years next to him every day as his best friend. love by itself is neither good or bad, it simply is.

#pit babe #pit babe the series #asks #anon #way anon #long post

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damistrolls · 2 years

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ummm lots of emojis for magpie duh, 💤 🥞 🍧 🍁 ☀️ 🌌 🪤 ✂️ 💡 🔧 🚆 💙💚

💤 do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

oh yeah he's an easy sleeper, made even easier when he's got someone to hold onto, be it lupo, lekthi, or one of his other friends. hell, give him a pillow or stuffed animal to hug and it has the same effect. he just sleeps 10x better when hes cuddling

🥞 what is their comfort breakfast?

well, there are plenty of breakfasts he really likes, but his comfort one would have to be chocolate chip pancakes. theyre so simple but so cozy and sweet

🍧 do they still have any objects from their childhood? what significance does it have to them? what would their reaction be if they lost it?

i dont think magpie has anything that's super significant to him, but he definitely does have a LOT of old stuff, mostly cause he doesnt really throw things out. hes not a hoarder, it just doesnt occur to him that he should throw things away, cause he's never really had to clean any of it. theres all types of junk in his room, from toys and notebooks to actual literal junk that his ravens brought him. i dont think he'd even notice if something went missing!

honestly i feel bad for lekthi because magpie will probably start filling the guy's home with random stuff he finds too. theyre gonna need to have a sit down about only keeping important things

🍁 what is their favourite season? why?

i think he genuinely loves every season. each of them are special for their own individual reasons. if he HAD to pick though, i think he'd pick spring, both for what it represents, and because it's a rainy season. he absolutely loves going outside when its raining and jumping around like he's never seen rain before sgdfhjdsf

☀️ are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?

sort of? he likes getting up early, but he's usually very slow to actually wake up. funny enough, the first thing he does is usually look for something to eat, even though he hasn't even washed the sleep out of his eyes yet

🌌 what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

youtube

THIS song is the reason magpie is here today. it's basically his theme, and the singer, vitas, is also his voiceclaim. the music video being about a fish guy is kinda funny though because magpie originally started as a human, so its actually MORE fitting for fantroll magpie

anyways, the first thing i decided about him is that he would be unapologetically himself, no matter how much it inconvenienced or even hurt other people. it was weirdly a joint effort between me and my old therapist, cause i was extremely ashamed of and overly apologetic about essentially everything about myself, including the mere fact that i existed. magpie could go to extremes in a way that i could and would never, and it genuinely did help me be more okay with... like. existing, taking up space, and yes sometimes even inconveniencing others

not to get overly vulnerable on a silly little ask meme, but magpie helped me in a really significant way, and he means a lot to lil ol me <3

🪤 - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

i mean, magpie would happily walk straight into certain danger without prompting anyways, since he's got like... a way different metric for what's dangerous than everyone else. so honestly, giving him any sort of reason or incentive is overkill. if you point to a pit of spikes and say 'you should go there' i think he wouldn't be like 'you know that DOES sound fun'

✂️ what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

it really depends how long he's known someone, and how close they've gotten. for newer friends, magpie will quite literally cut them out of his life (like with some actual scissors snip snip) as soon as they stop being interesting or fun to have around, or as soon as the killing urge takes him over

for people who have managed to stick around long enough to become dear to him, i dont really think there's much that'll make him drop you. except like, if he wins when he's making one of his regular attempts on their life, but then he'd be extremely depressed to see them go :(

💡 is your oc a planner? do they write down every small detail or just wing it?

he plans out things like his performances very meticulously, but for basically everything else, he's spontaneous and unpredictable. it's in his nature to just go where the wind takes him

🔧 are they good at fixing relationships? or do they tend to avoid doing so?

id like to think he is. he's very intent on finding what the problem is and doing his best to either fix it or find a workable compromise. and even if there's no good solution, he's a very emotionally available person and will absolutely hear someone out and sympathize with their plight. in my experience, its kind of hard to stay upset with someone who is that good at communicating and genuinely just wants everyone involved to be happy

🚆 what is their answer to the trolley problem?

i think hes just happy he gets to be in the metaphorical trolley. i dont think he even realizes its an ethical puzzle, like you'd ask him what he'd do and he'd just be like 'hm... can i make it go faster?'

💙 do they miss their s/o easily? how do they act when their s/o isn't around?

weeeeell he technically doesnt have a s/o, but we both know he treats lupo and lekthi like he's dating them so i'll answer with them in mind

i think he's pretty good at entertaining himself, but that he still doesnt really like being alone. he tends to miss lekthi and lupo, as well as everyone else important to him, in the off-chance they're not around. when he's on his own, he'll usually take the opportunity to get something done that might be harder when he's around people, like reading, writing, or practicing music. still, he's a social butterfly, and will typically find a way to at least be in the same space as someone he cares about, even if they're not actively engaging with one another

💚 what things make your oc feel comforted? hugs, kisses, food?

i think he's less comforted by specific actions, and more comforted by just... general effort put towards him. if you show him you care in your own way, no matter what way that is, he'll probably be very comforted. any and all love languages will make him so comfy cozy because to him, the intent matters more than anything else in a situation like that

#magpie #ask meme #sorry this is so LONG i have a lot to say about my boy

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so-much-nonsense · 3 months

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potential

one of my niche interests is binge watching. i am almost always watching something. one point in my life i ran out of things to watch. well, not literally, obviously, but i only wanted to watch certain things i completed them. stuff i did not wanna watch very often ends up being bad and boring than not. so as my last straw i have resorted to all languages. i watch content regardless of genre, language, country, age restriction(ahem thats not to say i am not old enough). anyways, during this process kdramas stuck with me as something to watch while i go to sleep or when i dont want too much plot and worry about or even think about it. they never came across having potential to me. i know a lot of others out there would disagree with me but this is just what i feel. theyre always slow paced, very bright, when not very bright trying too hard to be too dark(and failing miserably), no plot that hooks us up. but, BUT, recently, very recently, just 2 hours ago i watched a kdrama named long time no sex. obviously started off bc of the title but god it is so good. i mean, i have only watched 2 episodes really and that is the problem. so far everything they have shown me i cannot wait another 2 days for another two episodes. basically a married couple with no kids, pretty in debit and paying off loans and interests, a couple of insurances, but live comfortably. they start blackmailing others involved in multiple relationships. now the plot might not be the most interesting one ive watched, but the way everything is portrayed bw these two main leads, is more than unique. truly there are only a handful of series or movies that show this comfortable couple dynamic interestingly and god did this drama nail it. though they were a very active couple, they just stopped having sex few months or years back unintentionally and neither of them have had a problem with it. how they never stopped loving each other even though they havent been intimate is portrayed really well. the husband is literally the greenest flag everrrr. let it be when he remembers every single detail about them from 7 years ago or when he tries hugging her and reassures her that its fine if they dont have sex, or when he talks about how having sex is not a duty for married couple and when he sees that shes actually interested he recommends trying to get in the feel by telling each other things they like about one another, every single thing he likes about her is spoken so well and it is very evident how much he loves her. whenever theres a disagreement both of them proceed to talk it out in literally less than 2 minutes. though it might not be realistic, i mean, why is it not realistic? exactly! that is what should be going on and not hours of unnecessary arguments. he is really never afraid of being "lady like" and that makes him all the more manly because he is always very thoughtful and considerate about her and deals softly. no fragile masculinity exists here. i could go on about this man but ill stop lol. i can guess what the future episodes could host but i dont want to this time. this time i just want to be intrigued by it. i cannot wait for them to start having sex again, or its ok even if they decide they are better off this way(which would be totally unexpected). ok i just said that about two characters in drama. guess whos crazy? AND, and the fucking trust they have in each other, shed trust him with her life. even though he is foolish at times she balances it out. when his car got totalled and she found out that he dint tell her she figured a way to get him money instead of getting back at him or starting a fight(not that hed let a fight sustain or theyd go on for more than a minute) bc she knew theres no point in getting upset now that the cars gone and the intention behind his lie is nothing. its almost as if they know each other and communicate. crazy right. its almost as if they love each other.

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solsticeof-thewinter · 4 months

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as I write the last piece of this letter to you, it stands that I'm still very much in love with you, I don't think those feelings for you could ever waver as hard as I try, and believe me I have.. nobody captures me the way that you do, nobody has ever made me feel the way that you do. I don't know when my heart and mind decided that you were my favorite person for everything but you are, there's no one I'd rather be doing the simplest things with than with you, down to our little phone calls..

I never told you this but one evening I had dinner with an old friend to catch up after so long, and while we were about to eat I subconsciously tore my straw and blew the paper at them and as soon as I did that, and as I looked up to them, my heart completely sank.. simply because it wasn't you.. and that feeling and mind set would follow me for a lot of things and at some point I just knew where I stood with how I felt about you, how I will always feel. sometimes I feel crazy but I just know im a heart broken man who lost the love of his wife, his future..sometimes I feel like I'm crazy for thinking about certain things but then you remind me that you still love and care about me and your heart opens up and for a split second I can see that you still think about me, about us, all the what ifs.. and then I feel crazy for holding onto to that but then I remember just exactly what you mean to me, hell I'd take take your hands and take you anywhere you wanted to go in this world if you asked me to escape with you.. Elizabeth you mean everything to me and I'd be an idiot to miss any opportunity with you, it's why I cherish every little minute I can get with you..

and as much as i dont want to think about it..If there is no us and i really am delusional..then i really hope that maybe one day I'll comfortably move on, even if it meant waiting for what seems like a life time just like how I waited for you to come into my life. hopefully I'll find somebody that will love me the way that you did, someone who will write to me the way that you did, and someone who will accept , listen, and understand me for who i am..the way that you did.. but I know there's a journey in no matter what path comes my way, I still deal with so much inside me, so many things I've repressed, so many unspoken words and feelings, it took being on my own to just face all of those things head on and to really understand everything especially myself and I just knew I needed to do what I could to just heal, heal from everything that's happened to me in the past year..

which is to say the point of this letter is to tell you that I have been writing, writing from the deepest parts of me, and well I knew I'd never get the time I really wanted with you so I thought id meet myself half way which if I couldnt speak these words to you then hopefully you'd take time to read them.

March-26, on tumblr, is the home of all these words, and again as it stands, I know that I will never stop loving you my darling, but what could I do for myself is to just face all those things that have been tearing away at me and maybe this way I can finally find some sort of peace within myself.. and as I've said before, losing you was the most devastating thing to have ever happened to me, it Shattered me and threw me out amongst the stars and lately I've done a lot to fix myself and to just make myself okay, to make myself accept my loneliness and this new path that I'm on.

I'll always love you Elizabeth, my doors will always be open for you and you will always be able to find a home in me and if I still have a chance please know I will not hesitate to take you back into my arms, you'll always be favorite gal, my sweetie.. you tell me so much about what's going on in your life and what might happen and my biggest fear is that at some point you'll decide that I have no place in it.. so whatever may or may not happen, I guess this is my attempt to just prepare myself for anything before I end up in this constant loop and never truly healing, because if at some point you really do intend to say goodbye to me one day.. then i need to protect myself, yes it will kill me from the inside out to live a life without you in it, but maybe it will hurt a little less.. so here I go, writing these words, thoughts, and feelings to the person it matters the most, you..

#P2

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avaleecrys16 · 2 years

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Hysteria

A is for Angry

“A is for Ava; the only girl he ever loved,” The voice of the pastor was drowned out by the wails of her cries. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She couldn’t hear the rest of his eulogy. Did their pastor make it down to “Z”? She wasn’t sure. Her sorrow was deafening. It stuffed up her ears and her chest and her eyes, like cotton bursting out the seams. This pain wasn’t natural, and it wasn’t supposed to be like this

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“You really expect me to stand here and tell you i hate you? That’s really what you want me to waste my breath on. right now at this moment?” Ava’s eyes were dark, black, in the low yellow lights. She blinked heavily, squeezing her eyes shut and sighing harshly, “You are the most infuriating man.”

The man in question, her father in law, seemed to stiffen up at her. A broken man clenching at straws and lost in a daze. His eyes swam with tears, his face ruddy and swollen. And there was a tremble in his breaths. Ava didnt give a shit. She didnt’ have the patience anymore, the energy outside of keeping herself standing upright, to coddle him.

“Isn’t today hard enough? But here you are asking me ridiculous shit like this,” Ava rocked back on her heels and dragged her fingers down her face, “I just . . .you know what? No,” ava waved her hands in front of her slapping away her exasperation, “Everyone, literally everyone you know, gives in to the fucking mental gynmastic routine you make up. I’m not doing it. Right now or ever again. So no,” Ava’s black eyes zero in on the man infront of her, locking his watery gaze in, “I’m not going to feed your ego in any sense. You want me to hate you, to give yourself permission to be as miserable as you want and so you can flay yourself not just with your pain, but others pain aswell. And its just like you to be so fucking self involved.”

Ava stepped close, digging her fingers in the loose sleeve of his, “You dont get to have an easy out, like my hatred. None of us get to have it easy,” her eyes didn’t burn and her throught didnt feel tight. A first in the last week when everything around her had been sending her into hysterics, “You get to look me in my God damn face” she points at her self, her eyes black and harsh and still, “And know that I do not blame you. I am angry at everything EXCEPT you.”

Her father-in-law’s jaw wobbled, his eyes pinching shut but saying nothing.

“I feel pity for you, but I’m not going to give you a crutch, or a shovel so you can dig yourself deeper into your own despair. You,” Ava grabbed his hands in hers and tugged his tall looming form down to herself and snarl tugging at her lips, “You dont get to have my hate. Or my rage. Or my pain. Or my despair. You only have yours and you only need yours.”

“I call you dad, because even though you piss me off, you are my family. You’re a dad to me,” Ava watched as his body shook and she inhaled, “Youre my dad and you messed up, but I’m not mad at you. I dont blame you. I don’t hate you. Do not ask me carry something so toxic and so ugly, for your righteous ego. I don’t need that shit.”

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Ava's hands shook while she held herself up against the kitchen counter. Her legs felt loose in her hips, her bone vibrating with rage, “You don’t understand. Rush isn’t the only one dead. I died too!” She screamed this at her mother. She never screamed.

Yeah, she could get loud, bark at others maybe, but that was rare. This, this was something else. The pain was like a possession. It used her mouth for her.

“You think I can comfort you? Me, the fucking widow. You want me to make you feel better? With what? I’m dead! I don’t want to hear about your hurt too. And how I should be bending over backwards to pander to your owies. My husband is dead. I’m dead. You need to comfort me. You need to think about me. I’m the one who shouldn’t have to be strong. He killed me. He left and he took me with him. Your daughter is dead!”

She shouldn’t be this cruel to her mother. Her mother hadn't meant to push. She just wanted to commiserate and talk about him, but Ava couldn’t do it. She needed her mom to be strong and reliable, not break down on Ava too. But Ava knew better. Her mom wasn’t like that. She didn’t deal with stress well. And she always sought the comfort of her family to keep herself together, but Ava was too angry and hurt herself to be a source of anything good to anyone.

Her mother should have never said anything, “You weren’t the only one that lost him," Her mother should have kept her mouth shut.

“And that’s supposed to matter to me right now?” As if Ava was that selfish. How blind was her mother?

All she thought about was Rush and his parents and his brother. All she thought about was her Father-in-law, holding that gun, her Mother-in-law covered in her son’s blood, her baby brother screaming for help into his phone. They were the victims. They saw it happen. They were dead too, “I’m dead, my life is dead, Rush was my future, and I’m supposed to sit here and think about you too? I’m sorry you lost your son-in-law. I'm sorry I'm pregnant with the gorgeous white grandbabies you wanted. How sad for you. Does that feel better?” Ava didn’t wait for a response.

How could someone be so selfish?

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Grief can really make you pop off. I was acting like I belonged to the streets. Just mean as hell and READY to tell somebody about themselves. Annnnnnybody and Everybody could get it. I'm surprised I didn't get slapped up . . .🤣

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insulationsun · 2 years

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Forgive me if this sounds rude, but while you've gone over Marcy and Anne a lot in your Swap AU, I don't think you've really talked about Sasha that much. Would you mind talking about her time in Wartwood, or her relationship with the Plantars?

GETTING AROUND TO THIS. omg youre fine HSCDASLDAL i just have marcanne brainrot sooooo bad

tbh ive been trying to figure out sasha's stuff and i think i have. some things down? that i can throw out there-

she has a big scene in the sleepover episode of this au where she apologises to anne about everything pre-amphibia that anne kinda handwaves ( bc of her own development in the au ) so ive been dying to draw that out dsjdfsj ( i have the dialogue written already )

UNDER THE CUT BC ITS LONG

so sasha...sasha..she does stay with the plantars in this ofc. but she actually kinda jumps around? at least thats the goal-

sasha would try to take control of her situation in wartwood upon arrival, once she figures out how some of the citizens tick. gathers as much information as possible to appeal to them. she needs to make sure she is able to survive and secure good passage for the few months shes stuck there so theres a lot of that going on. surface level niceties, and whatnot

but she can get carried away with her controlling tendencies which would cause problems and have consequences, especially to the plantars... so at first i think sprig would be kind of susceptible to her influence...especially with the promise of his first friendship. he does still jump in the lake after all for anne, even if it was against his gut feeling

but he acts on his gut instincts much faster than anne, which i think would lead to them kinda fighting at points where sasha pushes him too far.

i dont think he actively pushes down those feelings as much as anne does so when he truly starts to get bothered by her behavior, he'd say something. she relents most of the time, because sprig’s pushback lasts a lot longer than anne’s. i think although that he is struggling with making friends and has issues with how he is percieved by others ( for insistence, being bothered when Everyone in wartwood doesn’t like him) sprig doesnt have the same history there with sasha. so he wouldn't have a lot of trouble standing his ground, i think. he is not in anne’s position, where anne knew a different sasha, knew her for a long time and struggles with that pushback.

so basically sasha has very surface level relationships w the plantars, though she DOES stay with them (makes hop pop feel bad for her. which. sfsfjsnjs)

i specifically talked abt sprig since obviously thats a huge part...but- at a point the plantars would have sasha stay somewhere else for a while, because shes starting to be a really bad influence on sprig + polly... and this shows, as she gets them into a lot of trouble, and they’re not listening to hop pop, and i think all three of them would prob contribute to something that endangers their livelihood, or sasha makes a huge mistake thats the last straw for hop pop, (what that is..i don’t know oellsoelfe i couldnt come up w something by the time i answered this JDSJVS)

i think hop pop is kinda frank with her about this decision and why he makes it.

i also think this event would kind of parallel hop pop burying the box. this sort of drastic measure thats taken, that anne thinks is proof hop pop never saw her as family. in this instance though, it’s a tangible consequence for sasha’s behavior and bad influence on sprig and polly. and sasha realizes that it hurts. which doesn’t make sense, i mean, she was just using this family as a means to an end...right?

so..self reflection.

of course hop pop wouldn’t like, kick her out with nowhere to stay. so she stays with wally instead! another tangible consequence for her behavior. since, wally straight up like..sleeps in a bathtub??sdjvdss and his house is . really tiny. and she’s not comfortable dsjvdjsvdjs. she and wally bond a lot i think, and although i don’t wanna speculate too much on sasha’s parents before we get canon stuff, i think desiring this approval and love from their parents is something they’d get into together i think. wally’s lifestyle and why he stays in wartwood is a thing sasha comes to appreciate. like anne, gradually she finds her comfort.

then she musters up the courage to apologize, and take responsibility for her actions. there’s a lot of things happening inbetween these big moments but yeah. hope that makes sense? sdhvsdjsd

and now she’s on her path to self improvement! i imagine alot of situations she gets into with hop pop, polly, and sprig, help her look back and think about how she treated marcy and anne pre-amphibia and by the time this au’s “marcy at the gates” rolls around ( anne at the gates or smth idkidk) she’s like. FULLY prepared to try and right the wrongs of their relationship.

i like the idea of sasha’s regret and realization over her behavior hits her like a TRUCK, and causes her to do sort of a 180 of like. trying to be as nice and accommodating as possible, in a genuine way. it can probably be overbearing, but anne doesn’t even realize sasha has changed until she apologises to anne about her birthday during the sleepover equivalent ep of this au.

sasha is notoriously difficult for me to figure out and characterize but . hope that is alright? ahh

#asks #swap au #AHHHHHHHH SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG IM . kdsmvds #sasha waybright .

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mouthfulloftoothpasterry · 3 years

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The birth of Lavender Styles

Summary: Y/n gives birth to their new baby girl

warnings/ disclaimers: child birth, breast feeding, disclaimer (ages)

Y/n had noticed her contractions about two hours ago, she was sitting with Forest, playing with his ABC blocks when she noticed it. It was familiar- at least familiar to her two other pregnancies. She wasn't scared, she was calm, she just looked over toward Harry and gave him a small nod. She had already done this twice before, going through a particularly rough birth with her first one so she felt like there was nothing she couldn't do at this point- childbirth wise.

That look was all Harry needed to be well clingy. Ever since he had gotten that look he's been by her side. Her contractions were only lasting around 60 seconds and about 15 minutes apart, but Harry still held her through every single one and praised her for carrying yet another child of theirs, praising her body for being able to grow such beautiful babies. Violet and Forest were a little confused (and scared) as to why their mumma looked like she was in pain or a little frustrated every so often, but they continued to play when she had her little episodes- not wanting to startle her.

About an hour in, Harry had started to get worried, her contractions were getting worse and she was so uncomfortable. “My love, should I call over the midwife? I can see you are so uncomfortable, it hurts to see you like this.” Harry confesses, sitting behind Y/n, legs on either side of her, his hands rubbing her bump up and down. Y/n shakes her head, of course being stubborn. It was her first at-home birth and water birth, it was a bit of an unusual choice but they wanted to try it out before they were (possibly) done having babies. They have always wanted to welcome one of their little ones into the world all while they were still in the confines of their cottage but Y/n was never confident enough to do it.

“No, I'm fine.” she says, trying to verbally sway her husband into believing that she really was okay to wait it out a bit longer. Harry shakes his head, pulling her hair into a bun with a hair tie he had cuffed around his inked wrist for times like this in her pregnancy when she wasn't feeling the best. “Honey, you can't just sit in pain.” Harry sighs, trying to compromise with his very pregnant wife. Y/n nods, her head bowing down while she grips his hands. Harry smiles, kissing her shoulder, “Thank you, now let me call the midwife and doula. You relax, please,” Harry stresses, wiping the sweat that has collected on his own forehead from stressing. He pulls his leg up, preparing to stand up and call the little team they had set for the birth but Y/n stops him, resting her hand on his knee. “What? What is it, honeysuckle?” Harry fastly questions, his phone slipping from his hand and dropping on the couch cushion below him.

“Lets not invite them over just yet. I'm not ready.'' Harry sighs hearing his wife's words, nodding anyway. He just wants her comfortable and happy, he would give her the moon if he could.

“Please lay down then.” her contractions only getting worse from there, Harry eventually calling his mum over to watch the little ones while he deals with his wife. Anne watches over Violet and Forest, entertaining them with their many toys while their parents deal with their apparent stubborn youngest sibling.

Harry sighs, helping his pregnant lover up because she claimed she wanted to take a walk in the garden, look at her flowers, give the animals some love before she won't be able to see them for many days due to her being in with the new baby, also being exhausted, she knows her body is gonna be rundown after this. “You don’t have to do this, sweetpea.” Harry sighs for the millionth time today, helping Y/n up and wrapping an arm around her back. “Oh,” she says, her tone catching Harry's attention. “Hm?” Y/n laughs under her breath, catching his eyes with hers. “Maybe you should call them now.” Harry's browns pinch together, releasing an uneven breath. “Why?”

“Because my water just broke.”

That brings them to where they are now, Y/n and Harry in the birth pool, Harry once again sitting behind her, comforting her through everything. “I know you want to push but you can't, you're only five centimetres dilated. Halfway there!” The midwife says, only making Y/n groan, her head resting back on Harry's shoulder. Harry rests his cheek on the top of her head, he feels for her- he really does, and if he could have carried all three of their little ones he would have, but sadly he can't so he thanks her every day. “I'm so sorry, honey. God, I wish I could do something.” Harry shakily says, his voice quivering the slightest and his bottom lip jutting out in the slightest, but noticeable pout. “I hate that you're in pain.” Harry whimpers, nosing at the top of her head before kissing over it many times.

Y/n turns her head, catching her husband's eyes with hers. Y/n softly laughs when she sees her husband, giving him a peck before she rubs his stubbly cheek. “H, I'm okay. I've done this two other times. Everything is going to be okay.” She comforts Harry, the man nodding and quickly pulling himself together, feeling pathetic for having a little break down while his wife is literally about to give birth, she should be the one nearly crying- not him.

“Yeah,” Harry breathes out through his lips roughly, massaging her hips that are sunk under the warm water. Y/n sinks into his touch, her hands on her bump, rubbing over it almost trying to coax her out of there. The doula rubs at y/ns arm smiling, encouraging her and telling her she's doing great- but she isn't paying much attention, she's more focused on the main in her abdomen and wanting her little one out. “Come on already, baby” Y/n stresses, bringing her wet hand up to wipe at the sweat that has beaded at her hairline.

The process continues on slowly, the midwife continuing to check- the progress only being a half of a centimetres. Harry and Y/n both know it's only been a few hours but it's already been a long and hard (and stressful) day, their emotions are all over the place and Y/n and Harry's bodys are both going through it, of course mostly Y/n’s. “She will be here soon, sunshine. Dont stress about it, it's not good for her.” Harry whispers in her ear, holding a lemon printed glass up to her lips, periodically helping her drink a bit of water and letting her eat the ice chips that the midwife allowed her since she wasn't too far gone. She sucks from the straw, pulling away after a bit.

Harry can tell that she is starting to get frustrated, as much as she is trying to conceal it. He knows her like the back of his hand- she might snap soon and start crying and that's the last thing they need. “Hey, do you want the kids in here? Or maybe get in a different position? I know you're not comfortable, I just want you to be okay, honey.” Y/n shakily sighs, pushing a hand through her hair and shrugging.

Y/n is finally pushing. The midwife between her legs, guiding their new bundle of joy out. Harry is behind her, his arms wrapped around her, his lips over her cheeks and shoulders while he cheers her on. Then the doula outside of the birth pool, on her left, calming her and brushing her hair out of her eyes every time it flies out of her bun Harry had pulled up for her. “My god baby, you are doing amazing. Violet and Forest and going to be so excited to see you two.” Y/n breathes heavily as her head falls against his shoulder, smiling weakly at him. He places a kiss on her forehead letting his lips linger. She pushes again, her head lifting up while she tries to push out their little girl, her cheek read and hand squeezing harrys as hard as she can, growing frustrated with herself at how weak she feels, she just wants her out already.

“Dont get frustrated, honey. Everything is okay.” Harry coos into her ear, small tears starting to bead down his face. Y/n focuses on his words, closing her eyes and letting herself sink into her husband and relax for two second before she is in her birth haze again and in blinding pain trying to focus on getting their little one out. “Hey, hey, focus on getting her out. Take a minute to breathe. Everything is okay.” Their doula says, brushing her hair back, Y/n nodding and giving another hard push. “Her head is out!” the midwife announces, Harry smiling and looking down to peek at his baby. He lets out a soft silent sob when he sees her face for the first time, and even though she is covered in goo she is still one of the most gorgeous girls he has ever seen, his wife and Violet being the other ones. Y/ns cheeks are red and tears are running down her face, she's exhausted already and wishing she could push her out quicker.

“Give me a good push!” the midwife urges, making Y/n sob, tired. She gives the best push she can, the midwife maneuvering the shoulders out. Harry caresses her cheek, giving it a peck before the midwife motions for Harry to come down. “Please, comfort her.” Harry says softly to the doula, moving along in the water and meeting the midwife. The midwife directs him on what to do, telling him how to hold the baby and what exactly to do once she is fully out. “Okay, push one more time, sweetpea.” Harry says, looking up at his wife. Y/n nods, pushing one last time while Harry guides the baby out with the assistants of the midwife, their new baby now fully out, crying.

“Oh, she's beautiful, my love.” Harry smiles, holding his baby girl in his arms, cradling her to his bare chest while the midwife prepares to clean her, quickly pulling her from harry and wiping off the goo, washing off the little hair she had and cleaning out her ear, eyes, and mouth, then setting her bad in Harry's arms. “Isn't she just amazing.” Harry smiles, sitting next to his wife, preparing to cut the umbilical cord. He cuts it quickly, making sure it's cut well before kissing over her head. “Welcome to the word Lavender styles” Y/n coos, counting over her fingers and toes after placing a soft kiss on her foot.

The chaos of the house has died down, just the five members now in the house after Anne had spent a while visiting. “She's chunky isn't she?” Y/n weakly smiles, harry chuckling and nodding. Violet sitting between his legs and Forest laying on his mummas lap, the styles family tried, but happier than ever. “I was taken aback when i pulled her out, she's a healthy one.'' Harry smiles, his hand rubbing over his newborn's belly, kissing her chubby cheeks. Y/n smiles, giving her fat thigh a squeeze, “our little Lavender.” she coos, her eyes almost fluttering shut. Harry pouts, running a hand over the top of her head.

“Hey, why dont I make you something you eat, then you can go to sleep.” Y/n smiles, both her hand occupied with lulling Forest to sleep with soft scratches to his back and softly massaging Lavender's chunky thigh. “I've got to feed her.” Y/n reminds, she hast fed her yet- Harry has been a bit of a hog but she didn't mind, she loved seeing him and their babies together. “I'll go make you something sweet pea, you feed her.” Harry smiles, not taking no for an answer because he is already delicately placing her in Y/ns arms and taking Violet along with him to make something yummy.

Harry and Violet come back not too long after, Harry smiling widely as he carries a smoothie bowl with chia seeds, coconut shreds, honey, and berries over the top. Violet smiles the same smile as her daddy, carrying a big cup of water that Y/n is sure Harry made her carry with both hands and walk slowly back. “Is she eating well?” Harry asks, setting the bowl down on the bedside table before taking the cup from Violet, taking her and helping her on the bed. Y/n nods, Harry peeking at Lavender, watching as she opens her big round eyes making him chuckle, kissing her chubby cheeks. Harry sets on the bed softly so he doesn't disrupt the two or cause Y/n any more discomfort.

He collects a spoonful of the thick smoothie on the spoon, holding it to Y/ns mouth. “You're spoon feeding me?” Harry nods, nods verbally answering her because he knows if he does it would only open her up to object it even more. Y/n can't even deny it, she's weak, exhausted, emotionally and physically drained, so she of course opens up her mouth and lets him spoon feed her like he does their children. “Thank you for ever-” Harry shakes his head, instantly shushing her. “Thank you. You gave me my three beautiful children, I can never repay you. I dont know how you do it. I love you.” Harry says, smiling and pressing a kiss to her forehead, letting his lips rest there.

“I love you.”

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yamagucji · 3 years

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Reacting to their s/o breaking down

ft. atsumu, oikawa, aone, and sakusa

warnings. little angst, lots of crying but lots of fluff

ATSUMU

when he saw you sprinting to your bedroom as soon as you came home, he was enraged to say the least

because those are definitely tears on your eyes, and atsumu’s now wondering as to who might’ve hurt you

he straight up panicks at first, because he doesn’t know if it’s a good time to approach you or not. so he does what he’s done to comfort his brother before— by giving you company outside your door

“angel?” he knocked lightly, sliding down to the floor and leaning his head against the door. he can hear your muffled sobs, it hurts. he wishes it were him instead of you

“if ya wanna talk just let me know, but... if not, i’ll be here waiting for you.”

so atsumu waits. he waits for as long as you need; 30 minutes, 1 hours, to a couple hours. it doesn’t matter, because when you open the door he’ll be there

after calming down a bit, you called out to him under your bedroom sheets. “tsumu...?”

he replies, almost instantly. “yeah? what do you need?”

“...you.”

and just like that he barges into your room, nearly jumping into bed and engulfing you in his arms

“feelin’ better?” he mumbled against you, rubbing the back of your head with his palm

atsumu will do his best not to barge you with his questions, waiting for you to open up at your own pace

now this man will literally turn into a whole COMEDIAN trying to make you feel better afterwards

yes put a red plush on his nose and call him clown atsumu <3

would also offer to take you to a convenience store

“ice cream? chips? what else d’you want babe?” atsumu peeked from the aisle over, his arms already loaded with goods

it’s 2 in the morning but atsumu doesn’t give a F!CK especially after seeing you so distraught a while ago. he’ll do anything to make you feel better quickly

OIKAWA

you never meant to break down over such a small accident, but you slipping on the floor along with your plate of food had made you tip over

out of such a terrible week, even your food couldn’t be spared

oikawa had watched you from the couch and was about to break into laughter (whole heartedly) if it wasn’t for the sight of you bringing your knees against your chest and sobbing

“love?” oikawa rushed over to you. “hey it’s alright, i can prepare you another plate of food” he cooed, feeling guilty of what had happened

he saves the cleaning for later, leaving the spilled food on the floor

“ah, come on look at me,” he pulled your head out of your knees, realizing now that your cause of breakdown wasn’t just because of the food

oikawa knows just how it feels to have a bad day, and on top of that, to eventually tip over because of all the heavy weight. so he makes you talk it out with him

tears, hiccups and probably snot running down your nose— oikawa will listen to every word you muster to say to him

“is that why? why didn’t you tell me earlier?” he wipes a tear off your face, his gentle voice cradling you

“b- because,” you hiccuped, “i didnt want to bother you with my problems” :(

he’ll wipe every tear off your face, giving you a few headpats and soft kisses on your forehead

“you’ll never bother me,” he mumbled against you. “next time, don’t be afraid to tell me what’s wrong okay?”

he sits with you for a little while longer, letting you pour everything you’ve bottled up out of you. and once you’ve finally calmed down does he start cleaning up

of course, all you need to do is get comfortable on the dining chair while he does the rest of the work

oikawa will put on the silly apron that you got him with pride, making sure to show it off and ease up your mood

“ha! don’t i look good?”

you huffed out a laugh, finally letting out your first smile of the night

whatever it is you want to eat, he’ll cook it for you <3

even though he’s already eaten just a couple hours ago, oikawa will also make a plate for himself so you don’t have to eat alone

AONE

you’ve been trying to get through your school work for hours now, but it’s just too difficult

“one more,” you told aone, bouncing to another question on your paper only to find that it’s even more difficult to answer than the rest

he sat quietly beside you; finally giving you space after asking if he could help you a few times before

you see... you definitely needed his help and although you’re sure aone was doing pretty well in this subject, you didn’t want to bother him nor show him that you were struggling :(

but before you knew it, tears were pooling down your face and onto your workbook

“hey,” aone mumbled, immediately soothing gentle motions over your back. “let’s take a break.” you know there’s no point in arguing— not with the way he’s closing up your materials

but you do, anyway. “but i- i have to finish this,” you huffed out defeatedly

seeing aone’s concerned expression makes you cry out more, and it doesn’t help when he starts to pull your face closer to his, wiping away at your cheeks

“hm, we’ll do it together, okay love? i am positive you’ll be able to get through this,”

“but right now,” he takes your hand, coaxing you over to his bed. “i think it’s time for a break”

the two of you will lay together on his bed, with your head on aone’s chest and his palms running over your back

it’s more of a quiet moment— save for your muffled sobbing

though once in a while aone will put his lips close to your ear and whisper words of affirmations to you

“im proud of you today. you should be, too,”

“i can see that you work really hard on your studies... but it’s okay to take a break sometimes”

he pulls your head slightly away from his chest, slipping a kiss to your forehead. “taking a break just means you’ll become even more stronger,”

and you know just how much those words weigh, especially coming from aone

aone won’t mind if you fall asleep. he’ll actually be more than grateful— to finally see you at peace

so the next time you get through with your work, he’ll be there with you <3

(he’ll even offer to have you sit on his lap as the two of you do work but only if you’re comfy)

SAKUSA

sakusa’s a very careful person, but his words can be jarring at times

you know that as his s/o, he never has an intent to hurt you. but this time... he’d struck a nerve without meaning to

“i just don’t see why it’s such a serious matter to you,” he replied, staring straight ahead on the pathway ahead of him

the two of you were talking about something from your past— something that continues to bother you

you took his words as: why are you so sensitive about it?

when sakusa had actually meant: there’s no need to be so worried

it had felt as if sakusa didn’t care about your situation, so you left the conversation there and sulked in silence for the rest of your walk home

he certainly noticed

just as he was unlocking the entrance door with his keys, sakusa had mumbled in frustration. “what’s going on with you today...”

and that was the last straw

you turned to him with frustration, too, the build-up tears finally escaping your eyes

“what do you mean-” you hiccuped, “what do you mean what’s going on with me today? i tried to tell you but it seemed like...”

sakusa lets go of the keys, the entrance door still closed. “like what?” he dared to whisper

“like you didn’t care, omi...”

he paused for a moment, watching as you looked down from him; hiding your face and your feelings

sakusa doesn’t know what overcame him— it’s not like him to act on instinct but he did just now

he brings you to his arms, taking off his mask in the process and leaning his cheek beside your head

“i dont,” he says cautiously this time. “i don’t know what made you think that, but i can assure you that i care about you,”

“the most,” sakusa added

he was hugging you a bit tighter than usual, his chest beathing in a frenzy against your ears

sakusa will clarify to you what he had said earlier, making sure to voice out his true intentions and feelings

and yes, you’re sobbing in his arms outside the house but he doesn’t give any care to that at all

sakusa presses a kiss on top of your head, gently pulling you off of him after your sobbing had calmed down

“let’s come in,” his fingers intertwines with yours, finally pulling you inside

ah, but you remembered something. “oh, sorry... i took a lot of time out of our chores today”

sakusa turns back to you, scruffling your head

“don’t worry about it. i’m taking care of you today.”

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katyasrussianaccent · 3 years

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somebody else (corpse x reader)

So I got the prompt "Why cant it be me" from @stylistiquements writing prompt! This is just angst lmao, I dont usually write angst but hopefully its okay. Based on Somebody Else by The 1975

TW: Alcohol and unresolved angst

There’s too many people at this party for Corpse’s liking. When Loey had invited him, his first thought was to say no. But, it’s her birthday, and while he’s out of his comfort zone, he’s trying at least.

The music playing isn’t to his taste; some pop singer that’s wailing about heartbreak. His fingers are wrapped around a glass that he hasn’t even drank out of yet, the ice that was once in it is just liquid now. It’s more a prop than anything - if he already has a drink, no-one will ask if he wants one.

The crowd in front of him disperses as the song changes to something else; a more upbeat pop number. His eyes immediately zero in on the couple opposite him, their limbs tangled together on the couch. So it was true. You had found someone else.

His fingers grip the glass harder, and he downs the drink, his throat burning as the liquid goes down, but it’s nothing compared to the white hot anger he’s feeling in his stomach. He watches as you laugh; it was his favourite thing about you - your laugh. You’d laugh at something like it was the funniest thing you’d ever heard; all full bodied with your teeth showing. He remembers when you used to laugh at him.

Deciding to put a stop to his masochistic tendencies, Corpse goes to get another drink, making it more alcohol than anything else. He stands there for just a second, the lyrics of the song ringing more true than he realised.

Our love has grown cold, you’re intertwining your soul with somebody else

It wasn’t meant to be like this, not really. It should’ve been him sitting by your side, his hand on your upper thigh. Are you wearing the perfume he bought you? He remembers when he gave you it; you threw your arms around his neck and for the first time in his life, he felt safe. Sitting back down, he drinks as he continues to watch. He doesn’t know why he can’t draw his eyes away from the scene in front of him; guess he’s always been a glutton for punishment.

I don’t want your body, but I’m picturing your body with somebody else

The petty part inside him says he got there first. He saw you first; anything you do with somebody else - you did with him first. He wonders if you’ve went grocery shopping together yet.

“Corpse, you can’t just get sweets. You need to get some fruit,” you had scolded, your face the picture of a disapproving mother.

His diet was terrible now; the days of home cooked meals had went out the door when you did. Some days he forgot to eat at all, not consciously; he just worked a lot and there wasn’t anyone there to actively check up on him.

He continues to drink, each glass containing more alcohol than the last. He doesn’t get drunk but there’s a warmth to his cheeks and the edges of his vision are blurred slightly. You stand up to dance, there’s a slight sway as you walk to the middle of the floor and Corpse can tell you’re wasted. You’re a cute drunk luckily, and he looks away as you pull the guy close to whisper in his ear before pressing a kiss to his cheek. The guy is good looking; all tanned with perfect hair. You loved his hair; your fingers would run through it while you watched a movie. You couldn’t do that with Mr Perfect’s hair; it’s too short.

Jealousy and bitterness go hand in hand with Corpse, and while he hates feeling like this, the alcohol in his system wins out. You’re dancing with the guy and Corpse smiles to himself as you flail your arms without a care. The guy pulls you in close by the hips and he watches as your face drops a little, your movements no longer free but restricted.

It pisses him off and he clenches his jaw as he watches on. You don’t dance like that; you’re a self-admitted awful dancer, but it’s incredibly endearing to him. It makes you happy to throw your limbs about, and it makes him sad to watch you shuffle awkwardly to the music. You go off to get a drink, and he can’t stop himself from following you.

He hangs back for a second, his brain trying to work out whether this is a smart idea or not. It isn’t and he knows that, but he just needs to talk to you. Just because.

“Straws are over there,” he says from behind you, causing you to jump slightly. Your eyes widen at the sight of him.

“Thanks,” you reply, grabbing one and sticking it in the glass. “You look well.”

“So do you,” he says. And you do, you look amazing, but you always did, even first thing in the morning with your hair sticking out, he thought you were beautiful.

“I see you’re wearing colour,” you joke, pointing to the grey t-shirt he has on. You’re nervous, he can tell by the death grip you have on your glass, the whites of your knuckle showing.

“Yeah, I tried to break the black up,” he replies. It’s silent as you take each other in and he wants nothing more than to take you in his arms and hold you close to him.

Your mouth opens for a second, before closing again. “You’re wearing the…” you trail off and he nods, his fingers automatically reaching to touch the necklace you had bought him for his birthday.

“I never take it off,” he replies and your eyes meet his. Your lips are pulled into a tight smile as you look down, and his fingers twitch, he wants you to look at him, he wants to tilt your head up so he can see you. He stops himself as you look back up, a familiar scent hitting his nostrils. “You’re wearing the perfume I got you.”

There’s surprise on your face, and something else that Corpse can’t register. Is it embarrassment?

"Yeah,” you whisper. “I should probably get back.” You go to leave, and his hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist. You look down at the contact, and his mind screams at him to let go, but your skin is warm under his touch, and it’s been so long, too long since he’s felt you. You don’t pull away, and his fingers press a little against your skin.

“Why can’t it be me?” Corpse asks, and you stiffen at the question, your face no longer soft. You yank away from him, your cheeks flushed with anger.

“Because you broke up with me,” you hiss at him, your tone full of venom. “Or did you forget that?”

“I didn’t forget,” he replies. “I made a mistake, I - “

“Over text message, Corpse, fucking text message,” you say, raising your voice, causing the people around you to glance over their shoulders at you.

“I know - “

“No. You don’t know. I love; loved you, and you took the cowardly way out. That’s why it isn’t you,” you reply. Your eyes are filled with tears, and he sniffs a little at the sight, his own eyes beginning to burn. You blink and a single tear falls down your cheek. You wipe it away, smearing your mascara a little. He reaches out to your cheek, wiping the black smudge away. You close your eyes, and he hears the slight shaky breath you exhale before opening your eyes, your face unreadable as his hand hovers over your skin. His hand stays there, it’s like it’s stuck, like his brain doesn’t want it to move and break the moment.

There’s a moment between you as you both look at each other. He takes in every detail of your face, memorising it for safekeeping. He thinks you’re doing the same, your eyes meeting his. The room is filled with people, but he doesn’t hear anything but white noise as he looks at you. He will only ever see you. Your hand reaches out to meet his, your face is almost confused as your finger tips touch his but before you can touch him properly, your name is shouted from the other room and the spell is broken.

There’s a sad smile on your face as you put your hand down and you walk away, leaving him to stand there. You don’t look back at him as you turn the corner and disappear out of sight.

#my fic #corpse husband #corpse #corpse fic #corpse husband fic #corpse husband x you #corpse x fem reader #corpse husband x yn #corpse husband fanfic #corpse fanfiction #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse x yn #corpse x reader

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toherlover · 3 years

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more fun here

pairing: din djarin x reader (no use of y/n)

Summary: after spending the last 3 weeks on a bounty, din decides to give you the day off, but personal space was the last thing you wanted after spending so much time alone.

wordcount: 2.6k

warnings/tags: alcohol, drinking, language? maybe? i dont remember, lots of fluff, mutual pining, mostly from din’s pov

A/N: hi so i have never actually posted a fic before oop. i have them i just ~dont share~ so this is something new to try for now!

Mando jumped when the hatch fell open, shaken out of light sleep. His hand immediately fell to the blaster tucked into the holster but froze when he saw her trudging up the ramp. She was holding some sort of drink in one hand, her other arm held out to the side as if she was walking on a balance beam. The girl was muttering under her breath, obviously concentrating way too hard on not spilling whatever liquid was frothing in the glass.

When she got to the hull of the Razor Crest she let out an exasperated sigh.

“Hey Mando!” the girl yelled a little too loud, “I’m home!!”

The Mandalorian said nothing. She leaned against the frame and held the glass out to him, panting and starting to slide to the floor.

“I- I got one for-for you!”

He had given her the day to be off on her own, considering how safe the new system they’d landed in was known to be. Maker, she’d spent the last three weeks couped up in the crest by herself. Cabin fever had never really gotten to him, but when he came back this time, bounty flung over his shoulder, it was obvious that it had gotten to her.

He’d felt bad telling her to stay on the ship and only run to the shop when necessary, especially when she butted back in argument. The girl probably didn’t realize it was for her own good, a protective measure. She had rolled her eyes in annoyance, but when Mando didn’t falter in his stance through the fight she reluctantly agreed. He hadn’t meant to leave her alone this long, he truly thought it’d be just over a week, and there was a pang of guilt in his chest for leaving her here like this.

In his absence, the girl had thoroughly redecorated the ship. All sorts of… things, crafts, maker-knows-whats, were sitting atop crates, hung on the walls, clearly made using whatever she’d found rummaging through the spare parts bin and in the singular shop connected to the docking bay.

There was a string of little flickering lights hanging across the hull, pieced together from old console controls. It looked like she had sewed together some old fabrics to create some sort of rug, too.

The girl herself was asleep on the floor, surrounded by papers covered in writing and doodles. It was a mess- whatever she’d been writing was scattered and out of order. The kid was tucked under her arm, completely limp and snoring quietly. They looked like they’d passed out on the spot, mid-activity, on the Crest’s floor. She was wearing an odd combination of clothing he’d never seen before, had she made them herself? The child had a crown woven out of old wires sitting on his head, a matching one had clearly slipped out of her hair.

Mando silently thanked the stars not only for the fact that she was asleep when he got back, but that he had a layer of beskar to hide the smile he couldn’t keep from inching across his face. When he’d hired her a few months back to watch the kid and help copilot as needed, the girl had seemed so harsh. Her knuckles were scarred and she sneered when she called him out on his shit. Which she seemed to love to do.

In the cockpit, they’d sit in silence for hours, something the Mandalorian usually valued with others, but he wished she’d say something. Anything. Occasionally he’d feel her eyes trained on his helmet, or he’d glance back at her to see her clearly thinking deeply about something, but it was never a shared thought. It was quiet.

He’d never admit to it, but he was terrified that she was scared of him. Maker, she’d seen him come back out of breath and dragging a body behind him. She was always standing by when he was at his worst, catching her flinch out of the corner of his eye didn’t make it any better.

But there were moments. Moments he was sure she hadn’t noticed him watching. Moments when she was soft. There were little things. Like how she always gripped the armrest a little tighter and squeezed her eyes shut right before they landed, or how she places a gentle kiss on the kid’s head every night before tucking him in. He doubted she was aware, but she sticks her tongue out just a little bit and fiddles with her necklace when she’s concentrating. Sometimes she leaves little reminders around the ship for them both; they’re always signed with a smiley face at the end.

There were a few times he’d caught her humming to herself and dancing around on her toes. She was graceful- he wasn’t expecting that. For a fighter pilot with such a callous attitude, she was so delicate. So he stayed back, knowing she’d stop the moment she knew he was there.

Or how she left a third woven crown hanging from his seat in the cockpit. No, she didn’t wear a helmet, but it was pretty clear that she hid behind her own layer of beskar, too.

But they had never shared a moment like this: the girl slumped in the door frame, holding a drink out to him with a straw stuck in it. The child toddled over to her.

“Hey little dude!” she put the drink on the floor and held her arms out to him. “Look, sorry I’m back just a little smidgen of a bit late,” she said, words slurring, bopping him lightly on the nose. “I sorta kinda,” the girl’s voice didn’t get any quieter as she tried to whisper, “forgot where we were parked.” She shook her head and held a finger to her lips, “Don’t tell Mando.”

The Mandalorian let out a sigh loud enough to be heard through the vocoder and her head whipped around to face him. “I’m-” she started to get up, “I’m sorry I’m a little bit,” she held on to the wall as she stumbled forward, “a little bit late.” With a huff she gave up and sat back down on the floor, but continued to scootch herself closer to him, only stopping a foot or so before his feet.

Still, he was silent, and the color seemed to drain from her face. Under the cold stare of his visor, she tucked her head back like a child expecting to be scolded. After a few moments, she glanced nervously around the room, looking anywhere besides where she knew his eyes would be. She couldn’t tell the man in front of her was doing everything in his power to stifle a laugh as she struggled to sit up straight.

“Hey, so you’re actually a reeaallly quiet person,” she said softly, fidgeting a bit, “and I don’t know if you know or realize it or not, or if it’s on purpose, b- but when you go all quiet like this I really don’t know- I mean I’m terrible at reading the room anyways- but I can’t tell if you’re mad and I just-”

He cut her off. “I’m not mad.” Her face lit up slightly. Honestly, he wished he was angry. He should have been angry. His ship was a mess. But when she sat in front of him like this, he found it hard to be even the slightest bit irritated. He’d asked her to be back before nightfall, and for once she didn’t ask why or argue back.

“Oh.” She smiled softly then leaned all the way back so that her head skimmed the floor. She reached behind her, grabbing the blue drink and sliding it forward as she sat back up. “It was fun. Probably not your scene, I don’t really know, but the music was good, you would have liked that. You should have come.”

With a sigh, the Mandalorian rose to his feet and held a hand out to her, offering to help her up. She smiled again and let him pull her to her feet, immediately placing a hand on his shoulder to steady herself. His hand landed on her waist to keep her upright. “I don’t really do parties.”

She looked up at him. Somehow, even in her intoxicated state, she always managed to look him directly in the eye. “Yeah, I know. Sorta figured. To be really honest with you though, neither do I, I just wanted to do something a little bit different, yah know?”

“I know.”

They stood there in silence for a minute, then she rested her head against his chest. He froze. She’d never shown an ounce of affection, let alone stand together like this. He knew she was drunk. He guessed the girl wouldn’t remember this in the morning. But still, he held her tightly and savored the moment. It couldn’t have been comfortable, but she leaned against him anyway.

“But the credits I’d give to see you dance in this tin-man suit,” she knocked on his chest and giggled.

“I don’t really dance.”

“Liar. You can so dance. No way you’re that quiet and sneaky and can’t.” Her nose scrunched up as she scoffed at him, poking at his chest plate. “Me, however, whew, you really don’t know what you missed, shiny. You’re holding the worst dancer on this side of the galaxy.”

His head cocked to the side and he paused, watching her poke fun at herself, thinking of all the times he’d caught her tiptoeing around with the child. All the times she would sing quietly and swing her hips while out and about. The words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them, “No I’ve seen you dance, you dance all the time.”

Her lips parted as a confused look fell across her face. He couldn’t fully read her expression, but it was clear a million thoughts were flooding her brain. He was instantly worried that he’d offended her. Not only had he invaded her privacy- he admitted it to her face. He worried she’d step away and the moment would end, that she’d go to bed and leave in the morning, taking her pay and her bag. But with one eyebrow raised and a soft smile playing across her face, she wrapped both arms around his neck.

“So I guess you owe me one then, huh? I brought you back a drink and everything.”

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You picked up on his almost inaudible laugh even through the modulator. Sure, you’d had a few drinks. You had been a little past the point of tipsy as you neared the Crest, but you were coming to your senses now. Were you over-exaggerating your state of mind? Most indefinitely. You couldn’t help it, though. The last 3 weeks had been an absolute shit-show.

You were fine until the end of the first week, then you started to get worried. The thought of him kept you up at night, so you told yourself that there was no way you could have possibly missed him. You only cared because this was your wellbeing now. I mean, before you got this position you spent every minute alone, too. This wasn’t any different.

Except that it was. And you hated that it was. This was just supposed to be another job. Somehow this man in a metal suit had weaseled his way into a soft spot in your heart.

He’d been so patient. Sure, you knew how to fly a ship, and you’re not clueless when it comes to mechanics, but this ship was unlike anything you’d seen before. So he taught you.

When he came back bloodied and bruised, he’d explain exactly what he needed you to do. In one instance he had gently guided your hand, slowly realizing he didn’t have to patch himself up anymore. Maybe he liked having you there. It was impossible to tell; maker, the few times you’d tried small talk it seemed to push him away even further.

But you didn’t want him further away.

You wanted him right here.

Figured that one out week two.

Week three the kid decided you didn’t need sleep. He cried and whined until you hung up that makeshift strand of lights. Then he sat and stared up at them like they were the most beautiful thing in the galaxy. So you made more things to pass the time. And more. And more.

You don’t even remember finally falling asleep, so waking up in the cot was a surprise. You slipped out of bed to figure out what was going on but stopped dead in your tracks when you heard him laugh.

The hatch to the cockpit was open, and from the low angle, you could just barely see the child sitting on the Mandalorian’s lap.

“It looks cute on you, kid.” The baby giggled and reached out for his arms. The wire crown was sitting on his head again. “How does mine look?”

The crown you barely remembered making for him during the third-week fever dream was clearly resting on his head, atop the helmet and all. The baby cooed.

When you landed he practically announced that the day was yours and you were free to go off and enjoy yourself. You thought about asking him to tag along but worried it’d be overstepping. Maker, the man had to have been just as, or even more, exhausted as you. Your pity didn’t run too deep, though. You knew it was selfish, but you hoped that maybe he’d want to be with you.

You tried your hardest to not seem disappointed when you turned to see him still in the hull as you strode down the gangway. You walked to clear your mind before popping into a cantina, which ended up being the center of life, and finding peace with the bottle.

The buzz had almost completely worn off by now, and you were back. And he was back. And he was holding you like he couldn’t risk letting you go.

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He looked down at her and let out a sigh. “Next time, sweet girl. We need to get you to bed before you’re out on the floor.”

Her face flushed pink at the sound of his words. Stars, at least he hoped that was why. He could practically see the wheels turning behind her eyes asking, ‘sweet girl? When did you get so soft on me?’

She pushed up on her toes, flattening her body completely against his. Her arms were still around his neck, and he carefully brought his hands together behind her waist. Had he not been wearing the kriffing helmet he would have been able to feel her breath against his neck as she nestled herself impossibly closer.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she whispered.

He gave a curt nod, his body stiff and tense under her.

“I wanted to leave the second after it started,” Her voice dropped even lower and her eyes fluttered shut, “... figured it’d be more fun here with you.”

His heart stilled as he realized her invisible beskar helmet had been lifted. He hoped it fell from her shoulders and rolled down the ramp, was lost in the night, maybe even stolen by scavengers, never to be seen between the two of them again.

She could feel his grip on her back tighten as his head relaxed onto her shoulder.

“Tomorrow night we’ll stay in,” his voice was just loud enough to pass through the modulator.

A smile crept across her face, “I’ll hold you to it, Mando.”

“I’m a man of my word.”

“I know.”

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kuromitokito · 2 years

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Regret|Ft. Giyuu Tomitoka

Word Count : 515

"i never felt so alone than i have in these past few months, tell me Giyu do you really love me? huh?" the (h/c) woman screamed

the said pillar stayed silent, guilt overflowing in his eyes.

"answer me! you have been avoiding me for 4 months! what's wrong with you?" she bellowed, trying to hold her tears making her vision blurry

they were both pillars, and she understood that duty comes first but in those past few months not once did he reached out to her and every time she visits his estate no one's there.

"im sorry" he quietly whispered

"im so tired Giyu, im so tired of being the one always trying to make this relationship work." she said, wiping the tears on her face

once every now and then, he will have a breakdown thinking that he isnt worthy of her and that like his sister and sabito he will eventually loose her those were the times in which he will distance himself from her causing her so much distress.

and every single time she tried to be understanding and patient, but this- this is the final straw

why is it that she gave so much yet recieved nothing?

pitying looks where what the other pillars gave her, everytime she tries to ask for his whereabouts.

'he's on a mission' was their answer repeatedly. and eventually she got numb to it.

she loved him but did he love her back? did he only accept her confession, out of pity for her?

was she so hard to love? these were the thoughts that constantly haunt her.

she was always there for her, but where was he when she needs him the most?

everytime she sees a couple holding hands when she's on a mission, she always felt envious since her partner doesnt feel comfortable doing those things yet she never pushed it afraid of him feeling uncomfortable..

looking back on those things, she found herself laughable and foolish

"you know what? let's stop hurting each other yeah? let's break up." she uttered looking at him in the eye

his face wore an expression she had never seen before, as if he felt hurt- as if he actually cared.

"dont worry my kakushis will take care, of all of my left behind belonings here and move it to my estate later." she said as she moved past him to the door

and somehow, she foolishly wished for him to stop her and say that he loves her for him to apologize sincerely and promise to never do it again.

yet it never happened, all he did was stand there and clench his fists.

who would have known that this would have been the last conversation between the two of them?

if he only he had known that it was.. would he have done something different?

' Y/N L/N the current Ice Pillar is dead '

how could he have known that something he believed will save her will be the cause of her own demise?

#kny x reader #giyu x reader #kny giyuu #kny imagines #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #imagines #anime

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sunatooru · 3 years

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recently some1 in my class started to tell every1 how fake iam and I'm trying to be not like other girls or smth. saying' can you stop acting nervous and can you atleast make eye contact when talking to me, you're so fake, it's not quirky to not socialize' idk exactly whta she said even tho I was literally behind her. maybe I was too focused on smth else. I've always been excluded from stuff , I've always tried to be kind to ppl, I never did anything wrong . apparently I'm also a attention seeker and 1 of my teacher hates me bc 1 time I was violently shaking when they called me to stand up and answer a question I didnt know. so they said to do a presentation on the topic we were doing, so I have to do it in front of the whole class yay!!!!! and then in pe class I had to do smth in front of every1, well every1 had to do it but I didnt feel comfortable doing it bc it felt like every was looking at me so I asked the teacher if I could go to the bathroom and they said yes, one of my classmates taht I hate came along, I wnated to cry. that day was terrible . I locked myself in a stall and just started to cry, it was my last straw. my stomach hurts so bad and I felt so nauseous at that time. This isnt really a emergency request. I think. if you think it is then please write it. Could you please write for kenma.maybe him comforting me and helping me with the presentation ? and yeah alot of people has requested for him. He is my comfort character but if you think too much people has requested for him then you can choose who you want to write for. please dont write it if you dont want to. thanks, hope you're doing well, genuinely hope your ok!! take care 😊

I’m sorry you’re going through all that <33 and don’t worry about people requesting Kenma a lot :)) I hope this helps x

Warnings: mentions of reader being bullied/ hated, mentions of anxiety, kenma goes school with you in this for the presentation/ in your class

Kenma

* he’s with you before the presentation, he cups your hands and kisses your forehead

* “It’ll be okay, yeah? I’ll be here watching so just focus on me. Don’t let these other people make you feel bad because they don’t deserve your attention.”

* He caresses you cheek and lets you get ready, sitting somewhere visible

* He makes sure to smile at you when ever you look at him, nodding at you and giving you a proud look

* After the presentation, he’s quick to praise you, noticing how shaken up you still are and knowing the people in the room aren’t it

* “You did well, babe. You were great and did your best.”

* After school he’ll treat you to eat

* He knows school hasn’t been easy and he hates seeing you upset

* “Hey, you know those people aren’t important. They can say all those things but that doesn’t mean that’s you. I don’t know why they are being rude but jist know, you’re so strong for dealing with them. You might not feel like it but you are. I’m sorry you feel bad sometimes but I promise, it’s not your fault. Those people know nothing about you.” He gently grabs you hand, bringing it to the side of his face.

* “I love you a lot. My love will always be stronger then their pettiness and hate.”

#emergency requests #emergency request #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu headcanons #hq x reader #hq headcanons #kenma kozume x reader #kenma x y/n #kenma headcanons #kenma x reader

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oligbia · 3 years

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Guardian Angel

Izuku Midoriya X Guardian angel reader

Edit 7/22/21: This was previously for an event with a user I no longer would like to be associated with. I will be keeping this up because it is my work and I own it, but I am no longer associating myself with that event host

spoiler warnings: Recent manga spoilers starting from around volume 26-present events, essentially the war arc and current events.

massive trigger warnings: Death, Intrusive thoughts, suicidal thoughts. If you are struggling with these, please seek help. Your life is valuable and precious, and there are so many amazing things worth seeing in this world, I promise.

Life is very short. So short, in fact, that we rarely appreciate it while we have it. We get over 70 years of life, if we're lucky, and most of it isn't appreciated.

Izuku Midoriya knows better than anyone else in this world how precious a life is. He knows how important it is to make every moment count, to soak up every drop of emotion life has to offer. He only knows this in hindsight, of course. Because he had only 2 years with you before you died. And he didn't appreciate those 730 and some days enough.

You died because of him in some twisted away. There isn't a day he doesn't think about that. It plagues his mind in a twisted series of ideas. There was no real way he could have saved you, but he could have tried. If he could have traded your life for his, he would have in a heartbeat. You were all that was good in this world, all Midoriya did was cause problems.

If he was still at UA, he would do his morning jog to your grave to pay respects and eat breakfast with you like he used to. It was comforting, to think your spirit would be eating with him. He just missed you, really.

He just really missed you.

Of course, now nothing is normal. He isn't at UA. You would have chewed him out for dropping out. But, it was his fault you died so none of that mattered. It was his fault you and all of the class were in danger. Loosing you was the last straw. Loosing you was the thing that made Izuku Midoriya, the supposed "next number 1" become a run away hero. A vigilante. The kind of person society spits on. The kind of person you and him were supposed to protect everyone from. But, if he couldn't protect you, how could he protect anyone. He wasn't a hero, he was never supposed to be a hero anyways. He didn't deserve this fucking quirk anyways, not if he couldn't use it to save you.

He thought, maybe, just maybe, there was a way to fix it. Because, it was his fault you were dead, and you died because of the war started by All For One, and he is the one All For One is after in the end, so if he could kill All For One then he could fix it, and you could die in peace, and then all is well, he wouldn't be some stupid waste of a quirk.

But here he was, laying half dead in a street. He couldn't do it. He couldn't take down All For One. His eyes flickered shut, his body slipping in and out of consciousness. Parts of his life played over in his mind. He remembered the first time he saw All Might, playing with Kachan, when he received One for All, when he met you. God, that was comforting. There were so many good memories with you. The night you kissed him, the time you wore matching pajamas with him and his mom to watch an All Might documentary, the time you both fell asleep together in his dorm- the time he held your bleeding body as you took your final breaths, the time Iida had you pull him off your body because there was no time to grieve. There had never been time to grieve. He never would move on. Midoriya would always be stuck in denial. He would die here, never fulfilling his goal, never finding peace with your death.

And then it was white. He felt alive though, like he was in a white room. He looked around, wiggling his fingers in front of his eyes. He must have died, because this wasn't where he just was.

"You didn't die, 'zuku."

His head jolted up, knowing your voice anywhere. There you were in front of him, dressed beautifully in white.

"You just are stuck right now. But you didn't die."

"Its really you?" Midoriya scrambled to his feet, trying to run to you, but he couldn't move.

"I'm me, but I'm not real. I'm sorry."

"I miss you." tears brimmed in Midoriya's eyes. He always wondered what it would be like to see you again, what he would say. He had a whole monologue in his imagination, but in the moment he was speechless.

You smiled that same soft smile, the one that radiated more warmth than the sun could ever dream. "I miss you too, Izuku. We'll be together someday."

"Now. I want to be together now. Y/N, I can't stand living without you. I-I dont know what I'm doing anymore!"

You held his face in your hand. Your hands made his face feel warm, but you felt like nothing more than a warm breeze. "It's not your time yet. You'll find a reason to keep going without me."

Tears poured from his eyes, wetting his cheeks. "No, no, I want to die. I can't live anymore. There's no point in it. You aren't there and I'm never going to be a hero-"

"Shh, hush with all that." You brushed tears from his face. "You can't die, 'Zuku. I won't let you."

You leaned in closer to him, whispering into his ear. "I'm your guardian angel Izuku. I'm always with you, okay?"

Midoriya gasped for air, looking for the right words but falling short. You were his angel, his precious and beautiful angel.

"Keep on living, keep on saving people, okay?" You pulled back, looking into his eyes. He smiled, brushing past the last of his tears.

He nodded, "I promise."

The white walls around him started to fade, turning darker. Your glow started to dim. Midoriya grabbed at you hand in some attempt to pull you back, even if he knew it wasn't possible.

He called out your name one last time before it was black again, and he was back in a life without you. But now, he had a reason to keep going.

#oligbia original #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya angst #izuku midoriya fic #izuku midoriya x reader angst #izuku midoriya x you #[☁] SENT FROM ABOVE

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slowpoke-fics · 3 years

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Cold

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Summary: you return to the brothers, battered and at deaths door after being gone for months

Warnings: attack, oc death, it is described a little, I dont think there is much triggering in this but read at your own risk, hurt/comfort

A/N: this is part two to Empty, there will be a part three-Warm. Empty is pretty triggering so I wrote this in case someone has a hard time reading part one, they can pick up here, at part two.

You just had to keep driving, every atom in your body shaking, every ounce in your body wanting to sleep, but you knew, you knew you had to make it back to the bunker. Your body was so tired, you just wanted everything to go away already, but you had to keep driving.

Finally, you arrived at the bunker, seeing the classic Impala in the garage made you start sobbing. Limping to the door, you banged as hard as your body would let you. You leaned against the door, letting yourself rest. No response, maybe they weren’t here and that means it was your time. You banged once more, your body having no energy left, begging for rest, for the pain to end. Finally the door opened, a gun placed in your face, followed by a muted Sam screaming with a fearful look on his face as you collapsed, thankful Sam didn’t let you hit the ground.

You groaned, your entire body lighting up with pain. You felt someone grab your hand, “Are you with me baby?” You flinched, knowing that it was Sam who was sitting by your side, you slowly opened your eyes, groaning as every bone in your body hurt. “Hey,” Sam rubbed the back of your hand, “there you are, scared us to absolute death.” You squeezed Sams hand, “Cold.” With that, you drifted back to sleep, so tired.

“Hey, baby,” Sam shook you slightly, “you gotta wake up it’s been three days. You have eat.” You groaned, moving closer to the warm body in your bed. Sam sighed, you could feel the worry the air, almost taste it. You kept clinging to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he lifted you from the bed, he kept the blanket wrapped around you, and carried you to the kitchen. You weren't really sure what was going on, but you knew that Sam had sat down with you on his lap.

“Drink this baby,” you felt something touch your lips-a straw. Drinking it, you realized it was warm tomato soup. It tasted so good, you didn’t realize you were hungry until now. After a few minutes of eating the tomato soup, you starting coughing, hard and you couldn’t catch your breath. Sam patted your back gently, you squeezed his arm until the fit stopped. “You okay, Y/n?” Dean now at your side next to Sam. Clearing your throat, “Jesus, everything fuckin’ hurts.” Sam and Dean laughed, the first good thing since they opened their door, you’re finally joking.

You raised your head, looking at Sam, “I’m so sorry,” your eyes tearing up, “I-I thought I had it.” Sam shushed you, running his fingers through your hair, “It’s okay baby, don’t worry about it, you’re okay.” Kissing your forehead he pushed your head back to lay on his shoulder, giving you the tomato soup back. You finally started to feel a little warmer. That's when the pain of the scratch that spanned from your thigh twisting down to your ankle started searing with pain. You weren't sure how deep any of it was, how damaged you actually were, just that it all hurt.

You put your arm around Sam’s neck, it was nice to be back home, you just wish it could’ve been under better circumstances. “Really,” your voice cracked, barely able to speak, “it fucking hurts.” Dean was there with some kind of medication, two very different kind of pills, “One is for the pain, the other is for sleep so you can heal, we really needed you to eat, Y/N.” You happily swallowed the pills, Sam going to pick you back up and immediately stopping when you whimpered. “Okay, we’ll stay just like this for now.”

When you woke back up you were in Sam’s room. God it had been so long since you were able to breathe in the scent of the love of your life. Your breath taken from you in a fit of coughing. Sam comes rushing in, handing you an inhaler. For a second you didn’t understand, but you trusted him. Once you had used the inhaler it felt a little easier to breathe. “I figured you’d need one when you woke up, you had a coughing fit nearly every ten minutes in your sleep.” You smiled at him, trying to catch your breath.

It was time to get up and get moving, you’ve been through far worse. You scooted to the edge of the bed, biting through the pain, wincing when your left foot hit the ground. “Hey,” Sam put his hands under your biceps, waiting for you to try and stand, “it’s okay Y/n, wherever you wanna go I’ll take you.” You sighed, putting your arms at your side,”I want to go to the kitchen, I want some-deep wheezing breath-real fucking food, I’m so hungry.” Sam smiled, gently putting his arm under your leg and around your back, carrying you to the kitchen.

Dean saw you and jumped into action, following you to the kitchen. “Ready for some good ol’ fashion grub, Y/n?” You laughed, “Yeah, could you make me a burger?” Sam rolled his eyes at that, he was always outvoted when it came to rabbit food and you and Dean. “Oh, yes ma’am,” Dean started to get the ingredients out of the fridge, mumbling to himself, “speakin’ my language now.”

As Dean was cooking, he turned to you, “You feeling better?” You smiled, “Definitely more than a few days ago,” he sat across from you, getting serious. “Y/n,” his eyes never left yours, “what happened? You disappear and months later show up to our door with one foot in the grave. What were you doing hunting by yourself?” You let a stay tear fall, “I wasn’t by myself.” Sam and Dean both looked at you like they had been stabbed, “What do you mean?” You laughed a little, the events of the werewolf hunt was something you didn’t know how to process. You thought back to the day you said goodbye, to the note you left.

Sam, forgive me. I will come back to you.

“After-” you cleared your throat, “after I left, after the djinn, I called Andrea,” your voice cracking again, “I don’t know if you remember her, she was the red head you’d never believe could hunt.” Dean flipped his burgers and started cutting vegetables for your guys’ burgers, both boys listening intently. “We had been hunting together all this time, she was pushing me to come back home but-” you laughed, “I was afraid to, afraid that you guys didn’t love me anymore, so we kept running and hunting.” Sam started to say something, but Dean shook his head, wanting you to finish. “We found a werewolf, about an hour or two from here, we thought we had it, I-I thought I had it, but it-” you wiped away your tears, “Andrea was just gone, she was laying on the ground in a pool of her blood, no way she could’ve survived that.” You sobbed a minute, lost your composure and then quickly regained it.

“I tried to shoot it, but there must've been two,” you glanced over your leg, covered in bandages, “I was thrown into the lake, I waited as long as I could to come out.” Sam was petting you, running his fingers through your hair, kissing your hands, thankful you made it back alive and trying to comfort your loss. “When I finally made it out, Andrea’s body was gone, I somehow made it back to the car, back here to you guys, I didn’t know where else to go.”

Dean sighed, knowing what it felt like to lose a best friend, knowing it would be hard to say anything to console you. “You made the right choice,” Sam whispered, “to come back to us, to me.” He kissed your forehead, continuing to run his fingers through your hair. As Dean made the burgers for all three of you, Sam whispered, so quietly that you weren’t sure if he meant for you to hear.

“I could never stop loving you.”

You looked up to Sam, placing your hand on his cheek.

“I will always come back to you.”

You brought your lips to his, missing the feeling of his stubble stinging your lips. Slowly taking in this kiss like it was the last one you’d ever have, his tongue pressed into your mouth, begging to be able to have you again. The taste of your mutual tears lingering in the kiss pulled you out of it. “I’m okay, I made it back to you, you’ve got me,” barely above a whisper, trying to help Sam calm down. Sam placed his hand on your cheek, leaning his forehead against yours, closing his eyes, just taking you in. Taking in your whole essence, finally able to touch you again.

Dean cleared his throat, both of you jumping a little bit, “The burgers are done, chick flic wannabes.” You all chuckled at that, but knew that Dean was just trying to bring the tone down. He was just as happy to see the woman he claims as his sister. “I have to say, Y/n,” Dean looks up from the burger he is absolutely devouring, “you have a perfect idea of how to cover your trail.” You laughed, almost choking on your burger, nodding your head. “I tell you, don’t ever do that again, we had to look for odd disappearances that just stopped, we just got back from- mmm some witch I think in-” you slapped your hand on the table laughing. “I know where, it was in Antelope Valley California, sons a bitches almost got us, we-” you had to put your burger down, “definitely not witches, fucking ghost children, you believe that shit?” You laughed, coughing a little, “I couldn’t convince Andrea until she saw one herself!”

All three of you laughed, until you stopped, your heart aching for Andrea, “I’ll miss her.” Sam hummed, “I know, what a firecracker of a hunter.” You laughed, “Really! The bitch was crazy!” You all laughed again, and for the first time since you’d left so many months ago, you didn’t feel so empty.

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