i need ken to squeeze all of the sadness out of me. or til my spine snaps in half. whichever comes first. he hugs me super tight and lets me wear his sweater while I cry into his chest. he says something stupid in attempts to make me laugh. it works a little. we watch cartoons and he keeps his arms around me the whole time. i am smothered in plushies. plushies don’t normally cheer me up but he thinks they’re helpful so who am I to deny my boyfriend of piling 50 plushies around us like we are in a fortress made out of stuffed animals, mainly consisting of horses and those little palm pal ponies
Six is ready with hair ties on his wrist 24/7 to hold my hair back if I’m vomiting during a flashback. he knows all about c-ptsd and nightmares and flashbacks. he’s lived through it all. he gets it. he spoons me even if I can’t sleep we just lay there and he promises nothing is gonna come and hurt me anymore, and even if something did try to get me, he’d stop it before it even comes close to me. his shoelace is tied to the door so he’ll jolt awake if someone tries to come in. he tells me stories about when he and his brother were kids; the good times, even if there weren’t that many, there are some good memories. his voice is a nice distraction, there’s a certain grit to it, especially when he’s so tired.
driver isn’t a man of words but he would leave little doodles in my sketchbook like “me and you” and it’s two stick figures holding hands. he writes “I love you” on a post it note and sticks it on a styrofoam box with an extra slice of apple pie on the counter. he tells Shannon I’m having a bad time so Shannon goes out of his way to give me extra hugs every time we stop by the garage. we go for a drive and he turns the music up because he knows how loud the depressive thoughts can get. his hand holding mine the whole time. he doesn’t know what to say so he doesn’t say anything, but the look on his face when he glances at me to make sure I’m ok is worth a thousand words.
jacob hasn’t experienced ptsd but he’s experienced his fair share of loneliness and possibly depression. he is, in his own words, wildly unhappy and he’s bought so many things to try to make that loneliness go away. he distracts me by showing me all of his stupid things he’s wasted money on… such as calf pants (pants for your calves). that one makes me laugh. he makes us each an old fashioned so I can “loosen up” and in the middle of drinking he admits he doesn’t even like the taste all that much, he was just told that’s what he’s “supposed” to drink (like when Ryan said in an interview he doesn’t even enjoy the things he’s doing and saying and wearing. he’s only doing it because he thinks it makes him successful). either way he gets me to laugh and that was his ultimate goal. we ditch the drinks and just eat fruity pebbles straight out of the box at 2 in the morning
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Haunted
Toji cannot move on, until he realized too late.
Warnings: Angst, slightest fluff (reader and baby 'gumi moment)
You were just a girl, standing in front of a man, asking him to love you.
How hard was that for him? Yes, he wasn’t good with his words but he wasn’t good at anything else either. He was just there.
Maybe because the woman he truly loved—he was still mourning over her. His sad eyes every time he watched an old couple dance together, wishing he had been doing that but with her. The cute babies babble with their mothers as Megumi babbles with his father, how he wished his wife was still here instead of you. He never said it, but that’s what it felt like.
And perhaps that's what it was.
Sometimes he curses himself out when he accidentally calls you his wife's name. During intimate times only. You tried—trying to keep the emotions in as if it wasn’t breaking every part of you, was the hardest part. “Look he’s walking...” You smiled at the dark haired baby who was walking towards you. Toji smiled, making sure he’d record every second of it; deep down he wished his wife was the one the baby was walking towards instead of you.
And it was wrong—so wrong.
“This relationship, I’m with you but Toji—Toji this is the loneliest I’ve ever felt.” You whispered while he ate his leftovers, his brows still furrowed from the argument occurring earlier. Having Toji work from 9–5 wasn’t the best but good thing he had you, helping him out with so much. Picking up groceries, picking up his lovely son—until you mentioned that one of his teachers mistaken you as his biological mother. That right there was enough to make Toji angry for weeks at least.
But not this time.
He stopped chewing on his food after you spoke, waiting for more of an explanation. Which you figured he needed, “I don’t think you’re in love with me–”
“I like you [name], a lot.” He cleared his throat. He leaned back on his chair as his arms crossed waiting for you to continue the sentence he interrupted.
Right, he liked you a lot. These three rough years you’ve been dating Toji—that particular l word was never uttered once, not even if he was drunk, or having a special moment with you. You huffed trying to find the right words for Toji to understand. That was until little Megumi started crying from his room. “I’ll try to put him back to sleep, finish eating.” He watched as your fragile little body sulked its way to Megumi’s room.
He knew this was gonna happen, he knew you were bound to leave him sooner or later.
You smiled as you opened the door to see the little Megumi standing on top of his little bed. His hands wiping his tears as he ran towards you, his arms now wrapping around your legs. “Sleep with mama and papa.” He cried out as you leaned down to pick up the little boy. “[name] and papa, not mama okay?” You corrected him, if Toji were to find out that he had been calling you that, then that argument would’ve climaxed.
The little boy nodded, his tears now gone as you swayed him around. “Sleep with you.” He mumbled, leaning his head on your shoulder as he played with a strand of your hair. “Just for tonight.” You whispered, watching Megumi pick up his head and smile. Content with your answer.
Toji’s heart could just swell at the sight. You treated his son as if he was your own and nothing looked so much better right now, except for the fact that he wished it was his wife.
Megumi was now soundly sleeping between you and Toji, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” His eyes shut tightly hearing those piercing words leave your mouth. It hurt when his wife left him, but this hurt was different—different because he knew it was coming yet he didn’t want to do anything about it.
“I’m sorry—”
“You don’t need to be the one apologizing.” He watched your soft gaze stare at completely nothing. He was confused, this was his fault. He never treated you how you needed deserved to be treated. “It was my fault for throwing myself at a man who simply was not ready.”
The next morning was silent—baby ‘gumi was confused at the saddened look on your face. Constantly walking up to you asking if you were okay. He was still just a baby, yet he read the room so well. “I’m sure we can work this out—” Toji now sitting next to you on the couch, some cartoon playing in the back as Megumi’s little head sat on your lap. “You’re not ready, Toji.” You nodded, eyes still glued on the tv as if it was meant for you and not the little Megumi.
“And how are you so sure—”
“Tell me you love me then.” Your eyes are now fixed on Toji’s. It was hard, he felt as if his mouth had been glued shut. You sigh, bringing your gaze back to the tv, “I love you—but it’s hard when it’s one sided Toji.”
It hurt much more, seeing you drive away as the clueless Megumi waved you out. Poor thing thinks you’re simply going to the store. The house that once felt like home was so dull now. Toji sat little ‘gumi down on the couch.
His constant, “mama?” or “[name]?” while he kept his gaze on the door every so often. Nothing prepared Toji for this. Megumi cried that he wanted to sleep with his mama and papa, his heart swelled knowing that he had been talking about you.
You were gone, just like his wife. But it hurt—it hurt so much more knowing that you’re alive trying your best to…move on. He stayed up late that same night, stumbling upon a video from two years ago. When Megumi first learned how to walk. You and Toji had just started dating but the look of happiness plastered your face as you watched the little baby walking.
That was one thing Toji never forgot about, how much you loved kids. Telling him how once you had kids of your own you would finally be able to live in peace. How he heard of it less and less as the years went on, he wonders if you still think that.
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