#i'm so happy about the finale i'm not even mad i missed the last couple minutes

[champagnefountains]

So...Alastor went missing for a while after the extermination right? Would you be open to a story where the reader is taking care of Al after he gets back? Maybe still a little mad at him for vanishing, more worried about him being hurt...just the fall out that comes from not knowing if he was alive or not? Your first Lucifer story was wonderful!! You really have a solid foundation for this and I'm excited to see more from you!!

Aw, thank you so much! I'm really, really glad you enjoyed the Lucifer story! And omg, I love this idea...I live for angst so here's some more~!

ALASTOR - H.H.

A/N: They probably were able to rebuild the entire hotel in less than a day, but just to make it more dramatic, I made Alastor's disappearance two days long. Also, I'm not exactly too happy with the pacing here...so I apologise in advance ;-;

Word count: 2.8k+ words (I need to control myself...also unedited, sorta). Genre/other tags: Angst with good ending. OOC Alastor (I think?...sorry...). Warnings: Cursing. Mentions of blood. Talk about loss/death.

After the cancellation of this year’s extermination and Hell's victory against Heaven’s forces, Charlie and the team had spent the next couple of days repairing the damages caused. The team’s morale was as high as ever as they busied themselves reconstructing and making significant renovations to the hotel, their spirits brightening at the prospect of the potential influx of evil-doers to their establishment. There was no doubt that the hotel’s popularity had boomed, as there wasn’t a single soul in Hell that didn’t know about their contribution towards the annual culling. 

However, there was one thing that had been plaguing your mind since the end of the bloodshed: Alastor's whereabouts. Everyone, including yourself, knew that the Radio-Demon was more than capable of looking after himself, considering his high-regarded reputation in all the Nine Circles. However, it’s been two days since the battle and there wasn’t a single trace of him anywhere. And as his significant other, it bothered you to no end. And it wasn’t like you could call him either – Alastor strictly refused to use a mobile phone or any electronic device, no matter how much you pried. He didn’t even make any attempts to reach out to you, whether it be from your own portable radio that he gifted you, or even a small note or letter. Absolutely nothing.

Currently, the hotel has just completed its final transformation with big thanks to Lucifer and Charlie's magical powers and sorcery. With your distress multiplying with every passing second, you couldn't bring yourself to be as excited as the others. You silently excused yourself from the group by the main entrance, wandering off to the furthest side of the building and turning the corner. With a trembling sigh, you leaned against the wall, covering your mouth with your hands as a sob wracks through your body.

You hadn't felt as anxious as you were, in so, so long. It must've been the build up from the months-long preparations made to fend off Heaven to now, that had you overwhelmed. Yes, there was no doubt that Alastor was powerful, but he fought Adam head on – the very first man – which you were able to only catch minor glimpses of in the midst of battle. And that was probably the last time you saw him.

You didn't want to think about the possibility of loss. Because there's no way, right? ...Right? The others were also quick to reassure you plenty of times, sensing your growing unease with each passing day. But it did little to nothing to help ease your nerves. Preoccupied in your own despair, you failed to sense an approaching figure among the shadows.

"'Cher? What are you doing, hiding all the way down here?" A static-like voice called out, causing you to stiffen, "you should be celebrating with the others! You wouldn't want to miss out on such an exciting time!" Eyes widening, you swiftly pivoted yourself to face them. Low and behold, the source of your worries stood before you, all in one piece, smiling down at you with his usual Cheshire-like grin.

"...Alastor?" You weakly called out. Your wavering tone caused the Overlord to raise a brow, mild confusion taking over him. "Yes, my dear?" He asks with a tilt of his head. But it wasn't until he took a closer look at your distressed features that his expression softened a faction. "Darling, you're upset...why are you crying?"

Despite your immense relief, you couldn't help but send him a baffled look. "Wha-Why am I crying? Are you serious, Al?" You spat back incredulously. "You've been gone for two days! Two days! And I didn't know where or-or how you were! Can’t you even imagine how I must've felt when I couldn't find you after the fight?” Alastor only blinked at your sudden outburst. “And you don't even think to tell any of us where you've gone off to! I thought...I-I thought..." Your voice died down as a sob threatened to leave your throat. "I-I thought you were gone."

"Oh, dear, don't be silly," Alastor softly chuckles, fixing his monocle, "it'll take more than those pesky, little angels to get rid of me!" His lanky legs strided towards you, his head shaking in mild amusement. He stops just before you, leaning forward to pat your head reassuringly. Sniffling, you couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his waist, burying your head into his chest. It gave you the reassurance you wanted and needed – it was proof that he was here with you, physically. However, the action unexpectedly causes Alastor to stiffen. You furrow your brows, lifting your head to send him a questioning look.

"...Al? Are you okay?" You worriedly ask, slowly unwrapping yourself to inspect him. Usually, Alastor didn't mind whether you initiated physical contact and vice versa, especially considering that you had been together for a while now. You then glanced behind him and your surroundings in caution – there didn't seem to be anyone watching either, knowing that he wasn't as fond of PDA. 

As you pan your eyes towards his face, you were surprised to see a tensed expression. "N-Nothing to worry about, darling," he says through a forced smile, waving his hand dismissively before sharply pivoting himself the other direction. "Now, shall we go join the others now? They're probably wondering where we've both gone!" Nonchalant, he begins walking off with his hands crossed behind his back. That was...strange. Something was clearly wrong, you think to yourself.

"Al, wait!" You jog towards him, passing and stopping him in his tracks. "Is...is there something wrong?" You worriedly ask. "I just...I feel like you're not telling me something. I-If I made you uncomfortable, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to–"

You felt your words die in your throat as a noticeably large, wet patch began to form against his dress shirt. You let out a startled gasp. "Wha–you're‐you're bleeding!" You cry in panic, hands raising and twitching in front of you with uncertainty. His expression darkening, Alastor stubbornly shook his head, gently pushing you aside by the shoulder, "Like I said, it's nothing to worry about. It's not but a small scratch! I'll be fine, dear–"

"No, you're not fine!" You interjected, eyes blurring in tears and wavering. Your hands shook as you gawked at the growing stain on his shirt. At that, you didn't miss the way Alastor's lips twitched in presumed pain, as small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. Gritting your teeth, you reach out to grab his wrist, preparing to pull him towards the hotel's entrance. "Come on, Al. W-We need to get you cleaned up–" A firm squeeze in your hand stopped you in your tracks as you turned back to face him, distressed.

"[Name]. I said I'll be fine," he sternly says, his voice contorting in static. Despite the sinister grin he displayed, it left you unfazed. You pinched your brows and balled your fists in frustration, staring at him in disbelief. "...What the hell is wrong with you?" You hiss at the deer-demon, "You're clearly not fine–you wouldn't be fucking bleeding right now if you were fine!"

Alastor clicked his tongue, "Darling, you're exaggerating too much, don’t you think? You don't need to fret—"

"Shut up! I-I don't give a damn who you think you are! Strong Overlord or not, I'm worried, okay?! I-I'll always be worried about you!" Angry tears began pouring from your eyes. "I was scared for my life when I didn't hear from you the past few days! I didn't know what happened to you–if you were okay or even alive! I-I couldn't even get a single blink of sleep last night, so don't fucking tell me to not worry!" Alastor's egotistical and prideful personality was not news to you and everyone else – you knew how stubborn he could be, and now was no exception. It was absolutely infuriating.

Alastor's grim expression eased at your growing distress, his stomach twisting uncomfortably as he watched you messily wipe your face. You took a brief moment to compose yourself, your breaths shaky and uneven. "Look, just–I don't want to argue right now, okay?" You hiccup, "i-if you don't want the other's seeing you like this, just...I-I don't know, teleport us inside the hotel somewhere. Just anything, so I can stitch you up properly."

Begrudgingly, Alastor manifested his microphone from thin air. He didn't have any room to argue with you here. He then softly taps the ground with the bottom of the stand twice, casting a group of black shadows from the ground. They surrounded you both in a circular-like motion, completely filling your sights with a black void. There was a brief gust of wind and it didn't take long until they dissipated, the both of you now standing in what was assumed to be your new shared room in the hotel – it was nearly identical to your previous one before the reconstruction, save for the new wallpaper.  

"Remove your shirt. I'll get the kit," you immediately order as you point at the bed, gesturing for him to sit. You then disappear into the bathroom for a brief moment, grabbing the small first-aid kit under the sink before returning to the bedroom. Alastor had already sat himself down the edge of the bed, his dirty button-up and coat neatly folded on the floor, and his chest bare. You grimaced as you eyed the massive, fresh gash across his scarred chest, that was somewhat tended to with poor stitching.

You let out a disapproving sigh. "I expected your patching to be a little better than this,” you comment as you set the kit beside him, taking out some gauze and alcohol. Alastor rolls his eyes. "It's not everyday you get struck by an angelic weapon, dear," he shoots back sarcastically. There was a small stagger in your movement, your jaw clenching as a deep frown settled on your lips. So it was because of Adam that he's in this state, you sourly think. You try to not let the thought affect you too much as you begin disinfecting his wound.

While you were fixing him up, the both of you remained in complete silence. You actively chose to ignore his piercing gaze in the meantime, which practically burned through your skull as you maintained your focus solely on his wound. Your earlier frustrations didn't seem to simmer down either, deciding to keep quiet to prevent another one-sided shouting battle. As much as you loved Alastor, his lack of understanding towards your concerns vexed you to no end. Because, hypothetically speaking, what if he had actually died during his fight against Adam? If his body went missing, you were never going to find the closure you needed and were probably gonna go on with your life not knowing of his whereabouts. Your life would've been completely miserable with the constant grieving. And like Alastor smartly said, it wasn’t everyday that he’d be fighting a divine opponent, so definitive defeat wouldn’t be completely off of the table despite being quite powerful himself. 

The mere thought brought fresh tears to your eyes, which you were quick to blink away. ‘No…there’s no point dwelling in the past and what-if’s,’ you reprimand yourself. Alastor’s here, after all. That's the only thing that matters right now. But regardless, you still remained upset.

After a while and now satisfied with your craft, you neatly applied a bandage around his chest and waist. "...Don't put too much pressure on it for a while," you quietly advised as you began packing the equipment away. You continued to ignore his gaze, knowing that you'd lose your composure if you were to look at him. Without sparing him a glance, you lazily chucked the kit by the bedside table and made your way towards the door. Shortly after, you left the room without another word.

You found yourself aimlessly walking on the balcony facing the bar, near the main entrance. There, you saw Charlie walking up the stairs adjacent from you, who was quick to catch your approaching form. "[Name], there you are! I was just looking for you!" She cheerily says, skipping towards you with excited steps. "Everything looks so, so amazing, can you believe it?! Oh, oh! We all saw Alastor, by the way! I told you he was going to be fine–erm, [Name]?" The Princess forced her banter to a halt upon spotting your swollen, red eyes.

"Hey, hey, what happened?" She softly asks, coming forth to rub your back. You open your mouth to speak but consciously stop to think your answer through. You knew not to speak a word of Alastor’s state at the moment, knowing it would desecrate his persona. So you decide to keep it short and vague. 

"Alastor and I...we, uhm…had a small fight," you briefly explain with a tight-lipped smile. Charlie’s eyes softened in understanding. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did...do you wanna talk about it?” She kindly offers, holding your hand. You shake your head, “It’s alright, Princess. I’ll be okay in due time.” You didn’t want to dampen the overall mood and atmosphere, after all the hard work and sweat shed for this very moment. “Well, I mean, if you’re sure…” she hesitantly replies, giving you another quick look-over. “Say, how about we get you cleaned up a little and we head down and join the others? It’ll help clear your mind a little bit, yeah?”  

Bless her heart, you think with a small smile. With a nod, Charlie dragged you to the nearby restroom, where you splashed your face with water and did minor touch-ups to look somewhat decent. Shortly after, you joined the others by the main lounge, who all cheered and welcomed you with open arms. All the while, your mind automatically wandered to Alastor, who you knew was dwelling somewhere within the hotel. 

After a couple hours of celebration, you all decided to retire for the night, exhausted from the day's work. Charlie had sent you off with a small hug, wishing you luck as you slowly made your way back to your room. You felt your heart thump loudly against your ears as you spotted your room number in the distance, which only intensified as you reached for the knob and opened the door.

With a deep breath, you entered the room and to your surprise, you found Alastor where you had left him. However this time, he was already in his night-wear and was comfortably sitting upright and against the bed frame, legs under the covers and reading some book. He made no effort to acknowledge your presence as he hummed a random, sweet tune, licking a finger to flick a page of the novel he was supposedly engrossed in. You didn't know what would've irked you more – the fact that he wasn't addressing you right now or alternatively, if he were to go on about his day in his usual chirpy-self, and not bring up what had happened. Reciprocating his behaviour, you wordlessly went to the bathroom to do your usual night routine and changed into a comfortable set of pyjamas. When you were done, you beelined towards your side of the bed, stiffly slipping under the covers with your back facing him and pulling the covers close to your face. 

The tension was dripping as the room filled with an uncomfortable silence. You unconsciously found yourself pacing your own breaths, as if you were worried that you were breathing a sound wave too loud. You also didn't move a single inch from your spot, remaining stagnant like a statue. It remained that way for a short while, unable to find a single blink of sleep or tiredness, just as you did the past couple days.

“Darling, I know you’re awake…” Alastor says, finally breaking the silence as he shuts his book with a soft thud, placing it by the bedside table. There was a brief pause, as if he was waiting for you to say something, but you didn’t. You listen intently in silent anticipation as you dug yourself further into your pillow.

“I…I wanted to apologise for my behaviour earlier. It wasn’t in my intentions to upset you,” he continues, “I didn’t mean to carelessly dismiss your concerns the way I did. I understand that you’re merely worried for me. After all, if had it been you in my place instead, I would’ve acted the same way, if not more. And I’m sorry for troubling you these past few days. It was due to my carelessness that made you disregard your own health and caused you so much distress. With that, I want to express my utmost gratitude to you for looking after me despite it all. I…I hope you can forgive me, darling.” 

It was simple and straight to the point. And yet, his words struck a chord with you, causing a new onset of tears to flow and dampen the bed sheets. Alastor wasn’t one to easily admit his faults and apologise the way he did, so his words had so much of an impact on you. Though you had your own few questions to ask him, you suppose that this was enough for the time being as you didn’t want another day to go by, remaining in conflict with each other. You turn yourself to face him, sitting up and tearfully looking up at him. Silent, Alastor looked back down at you in a hopeful manner, his usual grin on his face. “O-Of course, I forgive you,” you quietly replied as you carefully hugged his side, “I-I just…I want you to look after yourself better. I-I don’t know what I’m going to do with myself if I had lost you then.” 

Huffing in relief, he softly snickers into your hair, running one of his claws through its strands. “Like I said, you won’t lose me, my dear. I’ll even wreak havoc across all of Hell to get back to you,” he cheesily coos as he nuzzles his nose into your neck. You wetly chuckle at his remark, leaning into him closer. “That’s quite a huge commitment to make, Al. You promise you gonna keep your word for it?” you jokingly reply, playfully poking at his chest. Grin widening, Alastor boops your nose with a single digit, “that’s a guarantee, darling.” 

#alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor

[radiant-reid]

Angst/fluff blurb where Spence tells reader they need to take a break it shatters reader and it takes awhile for her to move on and when she finally does Spencer realizes that he made a giant mistake the ending is up to you AS always!! 💙

i just know too many people with this hairstyle that are dicks for him not to be a dick

When you first met him, you would not have labeled Spencer as closed off. He's intelligent, kind, and hilarious. Everything one could want in a boyfriend.

And, of course, he's totally obsessed with you.

He was open, too, more honest than you expected he would be after the years of trauma he'd been through. Getting to know him was like reading a book he was narrating.

But he's not now. He's so absent that when you're around him, in his apartment, all you feel is cold chilling you to your bones. "We need to talk about this." You tell him, waiting for him to sit down in front of him.

He's pacing, and it's annoying you. "We need a break." He says shortly, voice void of emotion.

"Sit down." You urge, your heart clenching painfully. Just those four words are enough to have tears developing in your eyes. "We can talk about whatever is bothering you."

There's been an issue for a few weeks that you've both been dancing around, but it's come to a head when he refused to speak to you on the jet home from your last case.

But you can't lose him. You're too in love with him.

"Please, Spence." You beg, quickly trying to wipe up your tears so you don't look weak.

He looks you up and down with nothing on his face again. "You should go."

No one had ever broken your heart that easily. He didn't even have to say anything hurtful, just a couple of detached sentences and emotionless looks.

So you take the tiny amount of self-respect you feel you have left and walk right out the door, not willing yourself to break down until you you're home and alone to bawl your eyes out.

You keep your knees tucked to your chest on the kitchen floor of your apartment, breathing so unevenly that you start hiccuping as you sob. You trusted him with everything about you because you knew there was no way he'd break you, but you ended up heartbroken.

Penelope knows something's wrong when you don't reply to her calls. She had been hoping Spencer wouldn't end things when it felt too difficult, but she found you heartbroken on the tiles, and she knew he fucked up.

You're not at work for a week after that, missing an entire case with a false claim of illness. Spencer knows something's wrong, and he ignores it, pushing it down like he does to all of the darkness inside him.

Your determination not to let him beat you is what forces you back with a smile on your face and a new haircut, cliche but you can't bring yourself to care.

Spencer's breathless when he sees you, and he knows he looks much worse with his messy hair, unshaven face, and sunken eyes. He doesn't look like he's slept in as long as you've been away.

'Fake it until you make it' is your strategy, and it works externally. To everyone, including Spencer, it looks like you're doing well. A month on, and you're getting set up with Morgan's friends. It's only casual, but it's giving the appearance you're getting back to your old self. As much as you still want Spencer, you can't have him, and as dumb as it seems, you figure pretending to be happy will eventually make you happy.

He knows it when you ask Rossi if you can bring someone to his house for family dinner, and that time he's crying to Penelope.

"You know, I'm actually mad at you." She tells him. "And I hate being mad at you because I hate being mad, but you have wronged that girl, caused her an indescribable amount of pain and broken her heart." It's not the comfort he's looking for, but he knows he doesn't deserve compassion. "You either need to make it right or leave her alone."

He's known that for a while, but hearing it actually compels him to do something. "Thank you." He says quietly, leaving her Batcave in a desperate search for you.

He finds you getting into the elevator, and walks in after you. It's just exactly what you don't want on a Friday afternoon, and you can't understand it when you're previous silent agreement has been to avoid each other.

You don't look at him, gulping as you stare at the floor. "Y/n." He says softly before clearing his throat. "Can we talk?"

Your eyes snap to his with anger. "Really? Now?" You ask furiously, letting out the irritation that had been simmering in you. "When I want to talk, you break up with me, and now you want to talk just because I'm finally happy."

"You're not." He says before he can help himself. "You don't smile properly anyone." He cuts himself off before he can ramble, knowing it will make the situation worse.

As soon as the elevator stops at the parking garage, you get out, trying to get away from him, but not before having the last word. "Just be my ex-boyfriend, not my friend."

He reaches out to grab your hand. "Please hear me out." He begs.

You wouldn't have if he wasn't close to crying, and honestly, you still care so much about him. "Fine." You say, spinning to face him and crossing your arms. If he wants to talk to you, you're not going to say anything.

"I'm terrified." He confesses, the most emotion you've seen on his face in months. "People leave me a lot. And I've learned it's easier to detach myself before I get hurt. I know- I know it's no excuse for hurting you. I desperately want to be with you, and I know it's irrational to think you'll leave me. I'm just... sorry, and I hope you can heal." When he realizes you might not say anything else, he turns to walk away.

This time, you stop him. "Spencer."

It sounds so beautiful coming from your lips, even if you're crying when he really doesn't want you to be. "Yeah?" He's hopeful, noticing the lighter color in your eyes.

"You're right." You tell him, only confusing him. "It's irrational to think I'd leave you. I know you think you're broken or that something's wrong with you, but you're not and there isn't. All I ever wanted was to show you that you're worthy of so much love."

Neither of you can keep the tears in, hearts both hurting for each other. "You did." He assures you. "And I'm eternally grateful. Thank you."

"Spencer, I'm not done." You tell him, turning his gloomy look into something more hopeful. "I want to show you that every day if you'll let me."

"Y/n." He says your name that time. "It's a privilege to be loved by you."

#spencer reid #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid blurb #criminal minds #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fluff #why did this actually make me cry ?? #probably because i'm tired

[hollandsfavbabe]

Where Do We Go Now

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

synopsis: in which the death of y/n's father leaves her determined to bring him back and her boyfriend peter determined to save her

warnings: endgame aftermath, death, parental loss, isolation, suicide attempt (but magical?), it gets better - I promise

word count: 7.1k

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a/n: Hey guys. This is going to be a bit longer than my usual notes, but I feel like I should explain why I've been gone for so long and why this story is a lot sadder than my usual ones. My community has been riddled with tragedy recently as we've lost a lot of people to suicide this past year, some of which have been as young as middle school age. One of my friends died by suicide a couple months ago. I can't express to you guys how hard it's been trying to deal with the pain and the guilt his death has caused me and my loved ones. So many days have passed where I wish I could've been a better friend for him while he was here. It hurts more knowing that other people are hurting too. Writing this was the best way for me to cope for many reasons. I wanted to write about how I'm feeling and honor my friend in some way even if it's through a silly little fanfiction. I know I'm late, but I also wanted to honor one of my favorite characters, Tony Stark as he canonically died this past October. That being said, if you are struggling please, I implore you, talk to someone. There are so many people on this planet who would be so torn without you. My dms are always a safe space if you need anything at all <3

Also I'd like to thank Gracie Abrams for her music that I had on repeat the entire time I was writing this. I hope you like it!

“I am Iron Man.”

The words replayed in your head, over and over like a broken record with no one to turn it to a new tune. That’s exactly how you felt. So alone in your grief that even if miraculously every wish you'd ever made in the whole of your existence had been granted, it still wouldn’t be enough to make you happy again. To make you feel anything besides the constant regret and incessant grief that anchored you down as you wasted away in your bed.

It had been exactly a week since the passing of the great Tony Stark. Everyone else in the compound had mourned their coworker, riddled by a somewhat lesser version of your sadness for only a few days after his death. It’s not as if their grief had been washed away as if it never stained their cheeks with tears or weighed down their hearts with sorrow, but it eased much quicker than yours and before long they could continue their duties. Everything was so much harder for you because Tony hadn’t just been a coworker. He was your father.

You relieved every memory you had of him like bittersweet torture. You remembered when he held you as a little girl, wiping up a bloodied knee. When he discovered you had powers and helped you control them. Later on when he banned you from joining in on the Avenger’s Civil War and afterwards when he thanked you for sneaking in to help anyway. You could almost feel his comforting embrace as if it was only yesterday that he was assuring you before a failed battle against the mad Titan Thanos, the same one that left you dusted and missing your father’s last five years on Earth. And finally, of course, you remember his last moments all too well. It played out before you like the tragic ending of a stage play. 

“Let me do it,” you shouted over the sound of war cries and carnage that surrounded you on the packed battlefield. “I can take it!”

You were almost certain that your power, your immeasurable magic, could handle the debilitating strength of the Infinity Stones making you the most reasonable choice for snapping Thanos and his army out of existence, but your father refused to risk losing his eldest.

“No,” he breathed, the metal plate shielding his chest rising and falling from the heat of the action. There was only one way to succeed, only one way to put a stop to the destruction of the universe. It had to be him. “I won’t risk losing you, not while you’re still so young. You have so much life ahead of you.”

“Not without you!” you cried, a tear streaming from your eye.

There wasn’t much time for your conversation as the world was moments away from being wiped of its human history, but despite the odds your father pulled you into a tight hug, as if he knew it would be the last. You both did.

“You are the strongest person I’ve ever known and I’m so proud of what you’ve become already.” he smiled when you finally pulled apart.

“I need you dad,” you sobbed, still reluctant to let him leave you. With the threat of his death, suddenly Thanos’ defeat didn’t matter anymore. Not nearly as much as having your father by your side. “I’m not ready.”

Your dad looked down on you with the saddest of smiles, but if any part of him was upset about his decision, he made no other hint toward it. He just held you close for as long as possible and comforted you in the way that you could always count on him for. In the way, it hit you, that you could never count on him for again. But yet, in the face of death, he cradled you close and spoke in his signature fatherly tone: assertive yet on the edge of softness.

“No one’s ever ready -,” he answered truthfully. “- but I know you can handle it. You always do.”

You looked up at him as he finally pulled away and headed towards the purple giant, but not before turning to you for one final declaration.

“I love you, junior, to the edge and back again.”

And then he was gone. You never got the chance to say it back.

Yours was the last name he uttered before his heart stopped beating and the light on his suit went out. By then Pepper had already said her goodbyes and you both were huddled close to his body, weeping as the other Avengers knelt around you in honor of your father. Peter was hunched behind you, one hand on your shoulder while the other worked to wipe away his own tears. Oh Peter, you had your father to thank for him.

It was Tony who was credited with setting you up with your long term boyfriend, Peter Parker, even if it was a complete accident. You two had gotten acquainted on a fateful plane ride to Germany and eventually ended up together after many failed attempts at confessing your feelings. There was something about him that had you smitten with him from your first encounter, your liking only strengthened when you learned that your father approved. He’d been with you through thick and thin and even now, Peter was the only person who could even remotely share your pain besides Pepper. Tony was like his father too.

He’d taken care of you ever since the incident. Brought you food and water, helped you dress in your black attire for the funeral, laid with you in your bed each night to calm you whenever you awoke in a nightmarish terror. He showed his love for you prevailing over his grief in the most selfless of ways and yet all you had managed to do since you father’s funeral was stand to use the restroom every once in a while. It piled on more weight that your poor soul could already take. You were nothing, but a miserable burden now.

The door to your room opened with squealing hinges as Peter stepped in, returning from school where he had spent the morning reuniting with your shared friends and finding out when the official return date was. You were supposed to join him, but instead you hadn’t moved an inch since he left. It wasn’t as if you wanted to waste the entire day in your lonely sheets again. You yearned for everything to go back to how it was; when Peter was happy and you could share it with him. When your father used to smile upon the two teens he didn’t mean to bring together. When your father was alive.

“Hey,” he said, softly as if not to startle you from your endless torturous pondering. He set something down on your dresser, a small stack of papers he must have gathered from the school, and removed his fall coat before sauntering over to you. The bed creaked and shifted under his weight as he took a seat next to you. “Good news, we don’t have to go back until the next semester so we get a break until January. Ned was asking about you. He wants to know how you’re doing.”

You turned your head to look at him, your eyes red-rimmed from all of your crying and your lips cracked and dry.

“What did you tell him?” you croaked, your voice hoarse from under use. There was little to talk about and no one else to talk to whenever Peter wasn’t around. Pepper had visited you once, but with Morgan to look after, she couldn’t spare much time for her late husband’s grieving daughter. You’d seen Happy a couple times as well, but he needed his own time to recover and reflect on his past time with his best friend.

Peter was gentle as he tucked some of the hair strands snot cemented to your jaw behind your ear and cupped your cheek in his palm. He was cold from the autumn chill outside, but his hand ignited the same soothing heat that his touch always brought forth.

“I said you were recovering,” he answered truthfully. “And that it’s different for everyone. And no matter how long it takes, I’m here for you every step of the way.”

The ghost of a smile graced your lips and had it not felt like it stopped beating after losing your father, your heart may have fluttered in its cavity in your chest.

“Thanks Peter,” you curled closer to him in the most sincere of ways. “But I’m afraid it’s going to be a while before I can get up to see Ned again. Give him my best.”

“Take your time. I’m sure he understands.” Peter assured before pulling off his flannel and laying down beside you to wrap you in his arms, allowing you to tuck your face in his chest. As unhappy as you were, all the swirling emotions of suffering were always suppressed by the sound of Peter’s heart and the feel of his body around yours. You stayed like that for a while, holding each other before Peter broke the silence as it neared time for your midday meal.

“I think you should come with me today,” Peter suggested, rising to run his daily lunch retrieval before running a loving hand through your hair. You couldn’t understand how he hadn’t gotten sick of you yet. You hadn’t been able to wash in over a week. “It’s not good for you to stay here all day long. You need to start moving.”

His voice was full of worry, though he wasn’t overbearing. He wanted the best for you, it’s all he ever wanted really.

“I don’t know Peter, I don’t think I can.” you sighed as tears started to fill your eyes again. How could anyone stand to be around you when you were being so pathetic. You wished there was a way to erase your pain, anything to bring you to your normal self again.

“It's okay baby,” Peter hugged you into a tight embrace, kissing your tears as they fell in slow salty streams. “I know it hurts, I feel it too. But I read somewhere that the best thing to do is keep a consistent routine. Maybe you should start today. Come get lunch with me.”

You wanted to agree, but there was no part of you that could move from the weight of your grief. It pressed you down, gravity multiplied by the mass of your sadness as it consumed you. It felt as if only a miracle could save you now.

“I’m so sorry.” you stated with remorse, but Peter made no move to share his disappointment if he had any at all. Instead he leaned down from his seated position and placed his lips on your forehead, a gesture as if to say that all was alright.

“Please don’t cry, y/n. It’s okay.” he assured you before standing to leave and get you something that you figured you probably wouldn’t even eat very much of.

“I’ll be right back,” he promised, turning the handle of your door to leave before looking back at you sprawled on your bed. Suddenly, as if he had recalled the cure to the rainiest of days, he expression shifted to one of great excitement as he stopped back into your room.

“I almost forgot,” he began. “Doctor Strange was here earlier. He wanted me to tell you he’s offering some meditation sessions for you if you’re interested. He said they’d be good for your powers and that they might help you feel better if you want to think about it. He’s free at 8 tomorrow.”

You nearly perked up at the sound of the man’s name, picking up your head to cast a last longing glance at Peter as he waited for a parting word.

“Thanks,” you managed. “I’ll let you know.”

And off Peter went to get you both something to eat.

You weren’t sure if he knew how dangerous it was for you to be left with your thoughts, how the mention of the magic doctor sprouted a myriad of mystical ideas all aimed at the same goal that would erase your eternal lonesome aching. How to bring your father back. By the time Peter returned with his hands full of two homemade sandwiches and more sweets than the two of you could ever finish in one sitting, your mind had been made up and you were ready to set the plan in motion.

The following evening was your first time out of the confines of your rooms for days. Peter had helped you greatly with all the tasks you did not have the mental power to do all on your own. He had brushed your hair and made your bed and before you left in one of the less expensive cars held on Avenger’s campus, he sent you off adorned with one of his favorite sweatshirts, a peck on the forehead and enough I love you’s to last more than a lifetime.

You pulled the sleeve of Peter’s sweatshirt over your palm as you drove off, using the cloth to wipe away fresh tears that had fallen after you left your boyfriend’s loving gaze. You’d always been an overthinker, but your bad habits crept up on you worse in your unbreakable stage of sadness. Especially in your father’s favorite car.

You didn’t understand why he hadn’t left you already. Maybe he would. Peter had offered to join you at Strange’s, but after you insisted you had to go alone, he made plans to go help his Aunt May figure out their apartment situation as the pair had been inadvertently kicked out after being gone for so many years. You’d almost forgotten he used to split his nights between the compound and his own bedroom. Recently he’d only stay with you.

He promised to be back before dinner so that the two of you could keep up your progress, but an unsolicited voice within you convinced you that he wouldn’t want to return. You weren’t good enough for him anymore, not like you used to be. Your plan was better for the both of you and as you pulled up to the familiar building on Bleecker Street, all the pieces started to fall into place.

You stepped up to the door, raising your fist to knock only for the door to crack open by itself as if to invite you in. You waited for the familiar sternness of Doctor Strange’s voice to greet you once you were past the stone floored foyer, but only wisps of the autumn breeze caught your ear. 

“Strange?” you called, your voice still not stable enough to be louder than a whispery dialogue. You were met with no response. It was just like you had planned. The wizard wasn’t home.

You felt a strong tug towards the room of your desires, the forbidden library. It was as if fate was leading you or some other force from above, another sign that you were meant to do it.

Your steps were more sure than they had been in days as you made your way to the self, passing any magical fire walls with the sheer unfiltered strength of your powers. Strange once told you that they were guided by your emotion, the quintessential essence of every magic holder even to people like you and Wanda Maximoff who were outside of his world protecting wizard cult. It was easier than it should have been, like slicing paper with a katana, you broke each enchantment until all that was left was the cool leather cover of the book you were looking for. The book with every answer you needed inside its ancient yellowing pages, but you only needed the spell that would revive your father. Locating it near the middle of the book, your tore out the page and turned back to your car, leaving the Sanctum with the same unhurried pace you had entered it with. There was no stopping you now.

Peter was only an half an hour late for your agreed meet up time when he arrived at the campus. He expected you’d be in your room as per usual and as he made his way to your door, the excitement of getting to hold you and talk about your first day out of the campus since the funeral built up in his chest. He wasn’t sure if any accomplishment in the world could make him as proud as he was of you. With two brown paper bags of groceries in his hand, he couldn’t wait to shower you in the affection that you deserved with all of your favorite snacks, enough to share of course.

“Y/n,” he smiled, using his webbing to open your door handle only to find, much to his disappointment, that you were nowhere to be found.

He checked all over campus, leaving the bags by your bed. No one had seen you since you’d left and the spot where the car you’d taken was still empty, the normally pristine concrete covered in fallen crisp maroon leaves. It didn’t make any sense. Where could you possibly have gone?

“Y/n!” he called, circling the perimeter of the campus looking for you. There was still no sign of your reappearance. “Y/n- oh. Hi Ms. Maximoff.” Peter forced a strained smile as he nearly bumped into the woman.

“Peter, we’ve been over this,” Wanda answered, her voice calm. “You can call me Wanda.”

Like you, the witch hadn’t been doing the best in recent days as she had lost something just as valuable as a father: her partner. While she occasionally had days where the ground would’ve been lucky to feel the grace of her step, her superhero duties had kept her from spending each day hidden from society. She had a different way of coping, but like others, she seemed to start getting back into routine again.

“Right, sorry Wanda.” Peter apologized.

“What are you doing out here?” inquired the witch in her native Sokovian accent, always intuitive. “Is something wrong?”

“It’s y/n. I can’t find her anywhere and we agreed to meet back here nearly - an hour ago!” Peter pulled up his coat sleeve to check the time on his watch, the face of which bore a picture of him and your father from only a few months before the snap. It had been a birthday gift, one of his favorites in fact, though it couldn't top what you had given him the same year: a lego set and your first kiss.

“I didn’t know that she got out of bed. That’s a big step!” 

“Yes it is and we were going to celebrate tonight, but she hasn’t come back yet which is really not like her.” worried Peter.

“Where did she go?”

“Strange’s. He was going to give her a meditation lesson for her powers.”

Confused, Wanda's eyebrow furrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest. “Doesn’t she know how to use them already?”

“Yes, but he thought it would help her manage her grief. Working out is a pretty common method, but she hates going to the gym so he figured some meditation would be better for her and -“

“Wait, hold on. Did she go to him this morning?”

“Yes and she was supposed to be back around noon, but it’s nearly six and she’s still gone.” Peter explained.

“Peter!” Wanda chided. She couldn't believe he could make such a grave mistake.

“What?”

“Strange hasn’t been at the Sanctum all day!”

“What?! Where is he?”

“Do I look like a wizard to you?" the witch gestured to her casual leggings and cardigan pairing that drastically differed from Strange's usual eccentric costumes. "How should I know?”

As if summoned by the topic of conversation, a figure appeared in the distant grass, hovering over the blades until he was close enough to be able to walk. His cape that flowed in the breeze like a blood red stream with a mind of its own was a dead give away. Doctor Strange had indeed arrived in the flesh.

“Parker,” he greeted, though he did not smile. “Is Ms. Stark ready for our lesson?”

Peter’s eyes went wide as he realized his mistake.

“Oh no.” he muttered, shaking his head in defeat. He was met with confusion from the wizard.

“No?” Strange repeated. “We agreed upon 8 didn't we? I know I'm a little early, but I assumed she wouldn't be busy. Didn’t you let her know I was coming?”

“Yes,” Peter confirmed. “I told her to be ready and then I sent her off to your place at 8… am.”

“What?!” Strange exclaimed as he summoned a portal to appear leading directly to his found home on Bleecker Street. He stepped through the fiery ring, a silent invitation for the others to follow as he hurried passed your car, up the steps, and into the door which did not part of him the same way it had earlier. Inside he was met with the most frightful of discovers accompanied by the looming feeling of doom as the situation became clear.

The Sanctum, unguarded with his absence, lay littered with books that had fallen from their homes on his shelf’s yet one stood out from all the others. It laid on the floor open with its pages to the ground while every other book was shut. Levitating it with the simple flick of his wrist, a horrifying sight awaited Strange as he turned it over. One of the pages in the sacred book was missing.

“Do you know how serious this is?!” Strange exclaimed and although Peter at first took it as a barbed criticism aimed directly at him, he was able to distinguish Strange’s tone from when he was reprimanding. This was a separate kind of worry, the sort of tone that he had used heavily on the fated spaceship you three had been stuck in until you landed on Titan, Thanos’ home world, nearly five years ago. Treachery was afoot and if your powers were involved, the whole fabric of your current reality could change.

“Which one did she take?” Wanda pointed to the book, clearly noticing the giant tear in its center.

Strange’s voice answered, heavy with concern. “The revival spell.”

“You don’t think she knows, do you? She can’t possibly know how to conjure it.” asked Wanda, the same concern for their future written all over her face.

“That’s exactly what I think.” Strange confirmed.

“What?” Peter asked. “What are you guys talking about?”

“There are many types of magic, Parker, and the Sanctum, the building where you sent your girlfriend, is full of all of them, good and bad alike. Every spell comes with a price, the bigger the spell, the bigger the price and the spell she took comes with one of the biggest prices there is to pay.”

“Think about it, Peter,” Wanda paled. “What does y/n want most in the world right now?”

It hit Peter harder than fresh fallen hail. You were going to try to bring your father back.

“We have to find her. Now.”

Strange tried to use his sling ring to appear wherever you were, but in your grief, the extent of your powers had grown massively. Intentionally or not, you managed to prevent even the most powerful of wizards from using his Sling Ring to access your location.

“She's blocked me out.” Strange frowned. “We’re going to have to track her on foot.”

“She can’t be far,” Peter agreed. “She always takes the shortest path whenever she wants something.” It was one of the many things he loved about you: your ability to turn any taxing task into something much simpler. You were one of the cleverest people he knew. He just hoped it didn’t work in your favor this time.

It was Wanda who had the idea of tracking your magic. She led them to the nearest withering woodland area, where trees with bare branches and dying leaves sprawled endlessly. It was the perfect place to perform dark magic, away from the unyielding eyes of society. The trio didn’t hesitate to run in.

The further they got, the closer you felt especially to Peter despite the fact that he was the only one without his own source of magic. If he lost you tonight, he feared he’d never feel any sort of magic ever again.

They were only half an acre in when Wanda and Strange called out in anguish, the witch falling to her knees while Strange stayed standing, pounding the air with his fist as his trying to break through an invisible barrier though it was to no avail. Whatever was holding him back, it wasn’t fading anytime soon.

“Keep going, Parker!” he shouted, urging Peter forward. “You’re the only one who can stop her. The spell will only allow that which she loves.”

“How do I do it?” Peter shouted. “How do I stop the spell?”

“The page,” Wanda replied, quicker than Strange could as his reply was easy for her to access. “You have to tear it apart.”

Without wasting a second more, Peter sprung back towards where he could feel you, running without fatigue as his superhuman endurance supplied him with plenty of energy.

It was only a minute later that he caught his first sign of you. There was a break in the tree line out of which a bright amber glow poured like an incandescent warning. It was a dramatic contrast from the normal comforting emerald greens of your magic, but it was you nonetheless and Peter didn’t stop until he was so close he had to shade his eyes from the light.

If it weren’t for the dark nature of what you were doing, Peter would’ve considered it one of the most beautiful events he’d ever seen take place. He wasn’t sure if the circle of trees that surrounded you had been a natural formation or one you made for the sake of the spell, but he was sure the way they seemed to bend to your will, despite the hard wood of their birch trunks, had to be because of your power. In the center of it all was you and the page you had stolen atop a pile of purple and golden leaves. You stood before it, eyes closed as you whispered some sort of incantation. Your powers spread above you in orange flickering flames as you outstretched your arms and summoned what looked like the beginnings of a portal, though it was hard to peer through like a bride covered in a veil of night black.

Peter shouted your name, screaming for you to stop, but you didn’t so much as flinch as the portal grew. You couldn’t hear him over the force of your will. He could start to feel what Wanda and Strange were trapped behind. There was some sort of invisible wall that threatened to push him back from you, but he couldn’t be defeated. He had to stop you. Step by step, he got closer and closer to you, watching in horror as your body was lifted from the ground and floated in midair. A new energy started weeping through the fabric that covered your chest, soft and white like a sheer glittering fabric. It drifted towards the portal and as Peter neared you he could make out the outline of a face forming from it in the black center of it. It started to take shape, growing a neck and a body and becoming more concrete than a fragmented part of your energy. He became more unmistakable as the color grew back into his face. Tony Stark, in the flesh. Peter hurried towards the page.

You opened your eyes to gaze into the face of your father, tears flowing down your face partially from the exhaustion of bringing him back and from being able to see him again.

You tried to say something, tell him how much you had missed him, but you were left rendered without a voice. Your words came out as mouthed nonsense, though it seemed he had regained his voice.

“Y/n,” he uttered, though it seemed more like a warning than a greeting after being torn from you for so long.

You mouthed something you knew he’d understand. I love you too, dad.

Some other force called your name, but you ignored it. You couldn’t focus on anything else, but the father you had lost regaining life right in front of you. With every part that he gained, you felt a part of your fade. It wasn’t painful, more numbing than anything like the final dose to end all your sadness. You couldn’t help but relish in it. You were bringing back one of the greatest men to ever live.

You were so distracted, you missed the web that landed on the page below you and pulled it away.

“Y/n,” your dad said again, nearly having enough of one of his legs to step out of the portal when suddenly, the inky blackness swallowed him whole again and dissolved in the forest light, taking back the only thing you ever wanted.

“NO!” you cried as your voice returned to you and you fell back down to the dry grass and dead leaves, crumpled on the forest floor as all of the magic you had summoned faded away save for the glittering cloud that returned to your chest with such force it made you cough. You had failed.

“Y/n!” someone called and you shuddered away from their hand on your shoulder as loud sobs erupted from you. 

“Leave me!” you begged. “Just leave!” Peter refused to leave your side, tossing behind him the page he had shredded into tiny scraps of paper as he knelt beside you, careful not to touch you again. “Why did you have to do that? Why did you take him from me?”

“You were going to die! I couldn’t let you di-“

“I WANTED TO DIE!”

Peter froze as you whimpered, the truth spreading above the both of you in the cold air like storm clouds as you cried to him.

“I want him back. Everyone wants him back. No one cares about his depressed daughter and I don’t want to hurt anymore, Peter.” you paused to take a deep breath. “It- it hurts so much.” you could barely get the words out as you were choked by your sobs. “It hurts knowing I could’ve saved him. It hurts knowing it should’ve been me that snapped those stupid stones. And I don’t want to live with that anymore. I had to try to bring him back for the world. It needs him more than it needs me.”

You brought a hand to your face, wiping away some of your tears, though it was no use as more came pouring out.

“I need you.” uttered Peter, looking into your glossy eyes. The sight of your tears and the echo of your screams couldn’t deter him from you. You can’t be repelled from the ones that you love.

“But you miss him, don’t you,” you argued as hot tears coated your face. “You want him back too.”

Peter nodded in agreement.

“I think about him everyday. Our moments together. Like this one time he saved me from drowning in a lake. Or-“ Peter grinned. “- remember when he caught us making out that one time before we told him we were together. He was so mad.” Peter smiled to himself, looking fondly on the memory until he began again.

“I miss him so much and it makes me so sad that I'll never see him again. But I wouldn’t trade you for him. I wouldn't trade you for anyone. You’re worth more to me than anyone else in the universe.”

Your sobs slowed yet the tears did not cease as they still cascaded down your face.

“It hurts me so much.” you restated.

Peter opened his arms. “May I?” he asked. You nodded and before you knew it, you were engulfed by a warmth unlike any other as Peter hugged you tight enough to make sure you wouldn’t try to leave him again.

“I know you do,” he related. "And I wish I could take it away. I wish I could just bag all your pain and throw it all away. But it doesn't work like that. It's going to hurt. It's going to be painful, so much so that you won't move from bed for days and days. You haven't." 

"But I feel like everyone else has already moved on. Why can't I?" you shivered.

"No one else was as close to him as you. Everyone else lost a friend. You lost a father. There's a big difference. You can't expect yourself to move on from it. That's not healthy. It's just like I said, I'm here for you no matter how long it takes. You have to take your time with it, don’t rush the process." Peter pressed the lightest of kisses to one of your dampened cheeks.

"I just don't know what to do."

"Breathe."

As silly as it sounded in its simplicity you did as he instructed and inhaled deeply, allowing the air to coat your lungs that hadn’t been exposed to so much fresh air in a week. As you exhaled, you let out another sob in his arms, but somehow it felt better than all the others. You were not rid of your pain by any means and sadness still corroded your core, but for the first time in so long, you didn’t feel so hopeless. Peter placed another gentle kiss on your cheek, encouraging you as you took several more slow breaths and quiet cries until you found the strength to speak again.

“Was it like this for you when your parents died?” you wondered aloud as you pulled away from Peter to look into his chocolate brown eyes that you almost forgot you loved so much, yet not so far that he couldn't keep his arms around your frame that was still bearing his sweatshirt. You hadn’t spoken much about them before and while you weren’t sure where the question had arisen from, it felt like the right thing to ask.

“I was so young when they passed, sometimes I feel like they were never mine to begin with,” he admitted. “I took a couple days off school when it happened, but I don’t remember crying all that much. It’s tragic and sometimes it makes me sad that they’re gone, but I’m glad that it does. It’s a reminder that they were there for me in the first place, that I knew them enough to miss them. The grief is proof that I loved them while they were here.”

You were both silent for a moment as you thought about his words in relation to your situation. All your pain was put into perspective. Everything you had been through since he died, all the days you wasted away in bed, it was all the proof that you had loved him so much when he was alive and that you were still carrying the love you had left for him. You missed your father so much you were willing to die to get him back and for a moment, you almost did.

You parted from Peter’s arms to stand though you still grasped onto his hands as you weren’t strong enough to be upright on your own. You closed your eyes again and listened to the sound of the forest, the swaying of the leaves that still clung to their branches, the faint twittering of birds, and the calm of the sky that was oddly cloudless for autumn. The sound of your name falling from your father’s reformed lips was still faint in the air and for a moment you felt as though you were with him again.

You remembered when he taught you how to ride a bike one evening when you were only four. You remembered the day he pulled you from public school and started teaching you at home. You remembered the look of shock on his face when you showed him your powers for the first time and even more, you remember his pride when you completed your first mission with the Avengers (that he'd approved ahead of time to avoid any more Germany -like surprises). He wasn’t there, but at the same time he was everywhere. And you missed him, but at the same time the absence he left in your life felt less empty.

The tears came out in slow smooth streams, flowing down in slow trickles as you finally sat back down. You didn’t say anything and neither did Peter, but you knew he could feel what you felt. He could feel your father too and minutes slipped by as you sat and cried together.

There was a sudden rustling in the distance and soon enough, Doctor Strange and Wanda had arrived at the scene, no longer held back by invisible barriers. They rushed to you bringing flooding guilt through your system as you began to apologize.

“I’m sorry,” you cried. “I’m so sorry.”

Strange opened his mouth to speak, but he had nothing to say. You could tell by his expression that he was disappointed, but there was more to it. He had empathy.

It was Wanda that leaned down to place a friendly hand on your shoulder.

“Let’s get you home.”

The months following were some of the hardest of your life. Every battle you faced was uphill, but you no longer felt like you were fighting alone. You started going out again, first to visit Pepper and your half sister Morgan who lived in their cabin home. Peter joined you of course, but he played with Morgan for the most part while you and Pepper talked. You cried with her, but you laughed a lot too. She shared with you so many of her own memories, times when your father didn't know what to get you for your birthday, when he had managed to mess up cooking dinner in the strangest of ways, and when he’d accidentally burned your favorite stuffed animal in the drying machine all of which Pepper had to remedy. Though she hadn’t raised you, she was the mother you never had and through her stories you learned that your father had been just as good raising Morgan with her as he had been with you.

You hung out with Ned and MJ again shortly after that. While Peter had suggested a brief check-in at a cafe so you could go home quickly to rest, you surprised him with a much more time consuming idea: laser tag. The four of you had the best time targeting each other, you winning more rounds than any of the others. You ended the day with smoothies, talking as you drank and making plans for the next time you would all see each other. MJ made you promise you would text her if you ever needed anything and Ned gave you a whole plate of his Lola’s ensaymadas, your favorite dish of hers.

Finally, though he was locked up in his house and avoiding humanity, you visited Happy. Peter offered to join you like all the other times, but you assured him it would be best if he stayed home, promising you would return later. Happy was in a similar state of dismay to you when you saw him and while he was able to care for himself and continue with his personal routine, you could tell he was hurting.

You didn't say much when you first entered his apartment, but there was comfort within the silence. You sat with him on his sofa and watched whatever mind numbing program he had turned on to distract his thoughts until you had both worked up an appetite for lunch. It was there, in the middle of a random Burger King in Queens over a plate of cheeseburgers that you both broke down. You told him what you had nearly done, trusting him with the sensitive information as he was almost a second father to you. You took your time telling him the story of how you had nearly died to bring back your father.

Happy cried as you did and when you were finished, he told you how much you meant to him. He traded your story for one from your father after he returned from Afghanistan where he had famously been kidnapped.

"You could tell he was shaken," Happy began. "He told me he wasn't scared to die, but he was scared of losing time with you and leaving you alone. Pepper and I had been so busy trying to get him back, he was worried you had been neglected while he was gone. But when he came home and he saw your room clean, your toys put away, and a fridge full of leftovers from meals you prepared yourself, he was so proud. You inspired him to turn his life around. It was after that he told me that he knew you'd be okay if he was taken from us one day."

You both cried after that.

Long after you had finished your food, Happy drove you to the Parker's new apartment with the promise that he would be okay too, eventually. He also admitted that he was starting to develop quite the liking for your faithful boyfriend after hearing all that he had done for you, though he’d skin you alive if you ever told Peter.

It was that night in Peter's new bedroom that you knew you’d be okay. It still hurt to think of your father and you knew you’d never entirely recover and that the pain would never fully leave you, but there was a certain comfort in it now. You knew Peter felt it too as he snuggled half asleep into your side, his arm slung around your body in a protective manner, but also to keep from falling of the twin bed you shared as he let you sleep on the side with the wall. There were still days when you didn’t want to leave your bed, but there were also days when you felt more elated than ever. You could feel your father in those moments the most, like the shine of his smile took form in the light from the sun. You couldn’t see him nor could you speak with him, but you knew he wasn’t really gone. It was love that kept him around. And it was the love you carried for him that would suspend you for lifetimes, through light and dark until the end of time.

“I hope this grief stays with me because its all the unexpressed love” - Andrew Garfield 💙

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[miyuhpapayuh]

𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝.

"You're just gonna stare at me, huh?"

For the past five minutes, Anthony has been sitting across from Simone, watching her slowly sip on her second margarita, her fiery gaze set and stuck on him.

It had been a long–almost three months since she'd been able to look him in his face, and if possible, he was even more handsome.

"I'm mad at you." She finally speaks, cutting her eyes at him, before looking towards Jasmine, in her silk, red dress with a daring slit up the thigh, dancing with her husband.

"I wanted to surprise you."

"You succeeded, but I'm still mad."

"Nah, you're just stubborn. I know you're happy to see me, princess." He confidently states.

"I never said I wasn't."

"Can you act like it, then?" He rounds the table to sit beside her, pulling her into his side, smirking as she melts into him.

"I didn't get in a helicopter and fly fifteen hours ahead of my schedule, just to watch you pout."

“What did you just say?” She asks, turning her head to look up at him.

“You heard me. I rearranged my whole day to be here. Even if it's just the reception, cause I knew how important this was to you. So… get that frown off your face.”

Instantly fixing her pout, it’s replaced by shock. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.” He mocks, leaning for a kiss that she eagerly meets him halfway for.

“You said you couldn’t make it! I thought that was finite.” She softly defends.

“You're right, but you know I always pull through for you, too.” He says, smiling down at her.

“I missed you,” she finally says, before sighing dramatically.

“God, that hurt you, didn't it?” He asks, smirking at the look on her face.

“It really did!” She obnoxiously nods, making him laugh.

“I missed you too, with your spoiled ass.”

“All your fault and none of mine,” she laughs, grabbing her glass from the table and taking the last couple sips of the strong drink.

“You smell good,” he plants his face right into her neck, inhaling her scent.

“Thank you— stop!” She giggles, pushing him away as he starts to nibble on the area. He beams back, behaving this time.

“You smell good too, my favorite cologne.” She smiles, leaning back into him.

“I always keep a bottle near for that reason,” he notes, just as Simone's sister dances over to where they're sitting.

“Hey, lovebirds!”

“Hey, April! Nice to see you again.” He greets, as they slap hands like old friends.

“Always fun runnin’ into you, Ant!” She slurs.

“How many drinks have you had, dude?” Simone asks, staring at the glass of brandy in her hand.

“Well, including this one,” she holds the glass up, “three. I might have one more.”

“Be careful, April.”

“Girl, lighten up a little. I'm a big girl, I'm good.” She smiles, patting Anthony's shoulder. “I'm glad you're back. Take care of my girl, here.”

“Always.” He smiles back, while she makes her way back to the dance floor.

He turns to his pouty date, softly chuckling. “She seems to be enjoying herself.”

“Yeah, ‘cause she left the ball and chain at home.” She replies.

“Hm. Come dance with me.” He says, pulling her up and out of her funk with his “elite” dance moves. Her giggles are futile as he hits his famous robot for her.

“So stupid,” she says through her laughing fit, swooning as he pulls closed the space between them, grasping her left hand into his right.

Her cheeks grow a deep crimson as a couple of Jada's cousins give their whistles of approval.

“That means they like me, right?”

“Yeah, they like you,” she pecks his lips, “who wouldn't?”

“You act like you don't sometimes, but I know the real.”

“You get on my nerves. Multiple things can be true, I suppose.” She shrugs.

“Yeah?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Mmhm.”

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Driving down to the beach at two in the morning, was definitely not in her original plans. But, when you've got a beautiful man whispering in your ear, you'd be persuaded into just about anything.

"How was the wedding?" Idris asks, resting his right hand on her knee, drawing small circles into her skin.

"It was beautiful. I cried a lot, like usual. Her dress. Her hair. The flowers. The church!, their union and those vows— wow. One of my favorite weddings, by far." Simone gushes.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. You definitely drank enough to." He teases.

"Free bar! Of course, I'm taking advantage. Don't do that, when you knocked back those three glasses of Brandy." She points her finger at him, as he pulls into a parking spot, just minutes away from their destination.

"I had to catch up with you, babygirl." He cuts the car off and hops out, heads over to her side to open her door for her and locks the car up.

Their index fingers naturally intertwine as they start their trek towards the sand. The midnight blue sky gives the scenery before them a calm feeling.

Stopping for a moment, Simone slips her sandals off and hooks them on her fingers, sighing as the gritty sand finds a home between her toes.

"I haven't been to the beach in the longest time." She mumbles as they get closer to the water.

"I'll make sure you see it more often," he responds without so much as a second thought. She shakes her head fondly, absentmindedly clutching his hand tighter.

A breeze sends a slight shiver through her, and he disconnects their hands long enough to shrug out of his suit jacket and sling it over her shoulders.

"Thank you," she says. Her tone takes on a genuine warmth that doesn't mirror the acidity from earlier.

For a moment they simply stroll in a comfortable silence, nature's symphony being the only thing heard.

"Ya know, Allura's fourth anniversary is around the corner. I could use a date." She speaks up as she swings their arms between them.

"What?" He asks with fake shock, "around all those pesky cameras that I'm sure are gonna be there all night?"

"I mean I could ask my other options to join me if you're not down."

"Other options?” He asks with a chuckle. “Not after the speech you gave me the other night!”

She immediately cackles, squeezing his hand. “I'm only kidding!”

“Oh, I know it.” He nods, matter-of-factly, sending her eyes rolling. “And, I'd love to accompany you, princess.”

She will never grow tired of hearing that name.

"You basically own the place now, don't you?" He continues.

"Absolutely not! That's all Rose's baby."

"I think she'd disagree. You're the only one who's been there since its inception. You're just as responsible for it being as big as it is. I see just how much you do to keep it running so smoothly."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, sir." Her tone is light, but she was grateful the darkness of the night cloaked the ever present rosiness of her cheeks.

Slinking back up to her place after their lovely night, it was well into the wee hours of the morning.

They stop in front of her front door where she turns to face him, looking up into his eyes.

"Thank you for showing up for me tonight. You made an already fantastic night...perfect." She had to remember to lay off the alcohol whenever he was involved. Soon enough she'd be laying all her cards on the table, and that was a severe no-no in her book.

"Anytime at all." He moves a loose tendril of hair behind her ear, trailing his hand down the side of her neck, leaving goosebumps in his wake. "Can I keep you warm tonight?"

The answer is already in her starry eyes, but she unlocks the door and pulls him inside by his belt buckle, sealing the deal.

Once the door closed, his lips and hands were on her, carefully unzipping her dress before helping her step out and tossing it, along with her thong, onto her side chair. She pushes his suit jacket and shirt away, tossing it onto the same chair.

As he carries her down the hall, her hand pats the wall, flipping the light on so she could see him and make sure this moment was actually happening.

“How thoughtful of you,” she snorts once she pulls away from their liplock for a breath, her body being sat on her kitchen counter, her legs wrapping around him.

“I do what I can,” he cheekily responds, recapturing her lips, taking her breath away again.

His hot mouth trails down her neck, locating her hot spot with ease, making her moan and move her hands from his shoulders to his belt buckle.

Assisting in pushing the rest of his clothes away, he sank into her and revels in the deep gasp that left her. Her hands find his shoulders.

“Anthony…” she breathlessly moans, as he wastes no time pounding into her. Her ankles uncross and roll from the chills that creep up her spine.

“Missed you, baby.. fuck, you feel so good.” He moans, bending down to kiss her lips, then her neck, still mumbling his praises to her.

She leans back onto the counter, throbbing all over as his open-mouthed kisses land on her sensitive breasts, making her body fall all the way onto the surface.

“Oh my god, please,” she moans, biting her lip and shutting her eyes tight at the overload of him.

Her hands didn't know where to land as his thrusts continued to jack up her breathing, sending her higher up  than the alcohol ever could.

“I'm gonna, fuck!— cum,” she moans, squeezing her thighs against his waist, trying her best to ride that first wave of pleasure as it coursed through her whole body.

“That's it, princess. Gimme that good shit— gah damn.” He praises, kissing all over her skin.

Slowing down to give her a moment of reprieve, his slow grind still sends a shiver down her spine but she's slowly coming back down to earth, even laughing a little to herself.

“Fuck, what do you do to me?” She asks, almost whining into his mouth as he answers with another steamy kiss, his hands cuffing underneath her legs to press them back against the surface.

“Stop,” she whines, her shoulder inching up to block his slippery kisses from the other side of her neck, due to her being stupid ticklish.

Peppering kisses around the area and making her body bend upward, he found access to her spot anyway, her sweet laughter floating through the air.

“A–Anthony! That fucking tickles,” she squeals, clawing at his arms and back as he goes back to pumping into her.

Her eyes slid back into their hiding spot as he brushed against her spot, that pretty pout staining her features as she got ready for another release.

“Don't stop, baby!”

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The next morning, they are lazily wrapped up in each other. The sun shines through the cream colored organza curtains, casting them in a golden glow.

The calm of the moment is interrupted by a ringing phone.

"Business calls, huh?" She asks softly, her tone neutral, “damn, just when I was starting to like you, old man." She draws abstract patterns on his exposed chest.

He allows the phone to ring until it stops. "Hmm. Whatever they need from me, they can get from Carmichael. Hell, he probably knows more than I do."

She rises from her position on his chest, a lift in her freshly waxed brow. "You're serious?"

"As a heart attack. I missed you." There's a teasing glint in his eyes that makes her heart flutter.

"I can see why you would." She stretches her limbs with a yawn. "I'm hungry. Let's go eat."

"Yes ma'am."

Forty five minutes later, and they're sitting across from each other in a French café enjoying delicious pastries and each other's company.

"I need a favor," she changes the gears of their conversation.

"Name it."

"My assistant, Logan. She's one of the most dedicated, ambitious people I know. She's got big dreams, and I think she could use a...friend. A generous, well-established handsome friend who's more than willing to help her realize them. And preferably one with a very large penis." She says the last part without blinking.

Anthony on the other hand, almost chokes on his hazelnut latte.

"Well. I can't make any promises about that last part, but I do think I have the perfect candidate. I'll talk to him."

"You're the best."

"Oh, I know."

To that, she dips her fingertips in her glass of ice water and flicks it at him.

After breakfast, they decide on a lazy day, wanting to languish in being in each other's presence for as long as they could.

Anthony has his head in her lap as some mindless show plays on her TV. She strokes the scruff of his beard, neither one of them truly paying attention.

A phone interrupts their nothingness for the second time, only it's April ringing this time.

"What's up, April?"

"Well hello sister. Where's that man at?"

"Right here," she puts the phone on speaker and puts it near his head, "Say hello."

"Heeeeyyyy, boyfriend! You keeping my sister's back cracked?"

"Girl, have you lost your mind?"

"You know it!"

Anthony and Simone respond at once, and she immediately takes her off speaker.

"I knew it. I could tell from that glow, last night. That wasn't just Fenty."

"I'm not about to play with you!" She laughs. "What do you want?"

"It's my last day before I go home, and I wanna hang out with my sister. Can we do that?"

She weighs her choices. All things considered, she does miss her sister dearly, but she won't entertain a single word about that husband of hers.

"Sure. What time did you have in mind?"

"Give me like...two hours then I'll come get you. Cool?"

She checks the time from his phone.

"That's fine. I'll see you then."

"Great. I love you, Simone."

While that's not news, it throws her for a bit of a loop to hear it at such a seemingly random time.

"I love you too, April." They end the call and she sets her phone back down.

"Spending some time with your sister?"

"Yeah."

"You don't seem too excited."

"No, I'd love to see her. We just...haven't seen eye to eye in a long time."

"From what you tell me it seems like you still care."

"Of course I do. We've been through almost everything together. I just don't understand these trash ass choices she makes sometimes."

"The direction she decides to steer her life isn't always for you to have to understand, love. Your only job as her sister is to love her through the changes. She's gonna always need that. But I understand how hard it can be to see someone you care about seemingly self-destruct."

"I hate your sound advice," she says, ending on a chuckle.

"I'm a wise man. I know a few things."

"I'll give you that," she runs her hand through her hair, "We got a couple hours...how about you show me what else you know?"

Simone washes the sinful activities from her skin before she's to meet with her sister.

Just as she's putting her outfit of choice on, distressed denim & an olive hi-cut bodysuit, there's a knock at the door. Anthony volunteers to get it, and she hopes her sister can keep the embarrassing remarks to a zero while she's putting the finishing touches on her hair.

They greet each other with one of the warmest embraces they've shared in their adulthood.

Anthony makes a promise to meet back up with her later that he seals with a steamy kiss.

"Okay you two, that's enough." April playfully pushes their heads apart.

They bid her handsome man farewell for now, and then they're off to their favorite soul food place.

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Once they're seated and waiting on their drinks, they begin reminiscing about their younger "misguided" years.

"And, that bitch sees me and walks the other way to this day!" They break out into laughter.

"Her bony ass knew better than to try it, too. Speaking of, do you remember Resha?" Simone asks, sipping on her water.

"The one you caught fucking on Devante, Resha??"

"The very one. You know people are DMing me screenshots of this hoe still throwing shots? Girl, it's been years! That nigga can remain your headache."

"She only doing that because she'll never forget that tag team beatdown we gave her and that frog faced bitch of a homegirl."

"For as long as she lives!" They smack hands, falling into another round of laughter.

"Why does it feel like it's been so long since we laughed like that? That's all we used to do." Her posture turns more dejected as she slouches in her seat.

And here it is. The point of their meeting that Simone was dreading.

"We did. We just grew into women with our own lives to tend to."

"I still miss the young us. All the time."

"So do I," Simone replies quietly.

"I know Will plays a part in it."

"Don't even bring him up, Iris." She wants to nip it in the bud before her mood sours.

"I know that's it, though, Imani."

"He's your husband. It is what it is." Her passive tone betrays her feelings.

"Look, I know he can be…”

"Complete and utter garbage."

"Simone."

She shrugs. "I only call it like I see it."

"Okay. He can be abrasive, but he goes through a lot of stress, and I owe it to him to be-"

"You don't owe him shit, April!" She doesn't like where her sister's statement was heading. "He owes it to you to be a better husband. Period."

"You don't get it."

"Then help me get it. Help me understand why me and mama have to watch you be treated so miserably by that no good bastard every time we see you."

April looks away feeling her eyes start to burn with unshed tears, cracking her knuckles, a nervous tick she never broke out of. Simone softens feeling the sadness emanate from her sister in waves. She reaches across the table and grabs one of her hands. "Talk to me. Please."

"It was all my fault," she speaks quietly.

She squints, at a loss for what she could be talking about. "What was?"

"I thought I was okay. I thought I could still work. My doctor told me everything was okay. I didn't listen to my body, and now she's gone." Her voice breaks at the end. The emotions that April had been holding in finally spilled from her eyes and into her lap.

Simone's heart breaks for her sister, but above that she feels...anger. Anger that her sister's husband would allow her to carry the guilt of a faultless miscarriage for a second, much less two years.

She immediately considers asking Anthony if he had friends in high places who didn't mind getting their hands dirty.

But for now, she moves to her sister's side of the booth and wraps both of her arms around her narrow shoulders making sure she knows the loss of her child was never her fault, uncaring about whatever prying eyes may be on the pair.

"We probably look crazy," April says, laughing softly.

"I don't give a hot damn. You're the only thing that matters to me right now." She smooths her hand over her hair. "You know I wanna kick his ass, right?"

"Don't you always?" She says with a light tone.

"He deserves it. What he doesn't deserve is you as his wife."

"I know how you guys feel about him, but I don't know how to walk away from my marriage just like that." She snaps for emphasis.

"You put one foot in front of the other. But seriously, you have to put what's best for you first at some point because that man obviously never will."

April sighed to herself. "You're right."

"I'm sorry. I'm what now?"

"Don't go fucking up the moment, Imani," she says with an eye roll, making them both crack up in the booth.

Their food is cold as ice by the time they get to it, so they decide to take it to-go, opting for some well-deserved retail therapy.

The sisters don't decide to part ways until well after the sun has left the sky, promising it won't be months before they see each other again.

She ends her night with a FaceTime call to one of her favorite faces.

“Hey, big head.” She greets him cheerfully when he pops up on her screen.

"One of these days I'm truly going to get offended that you keep coming for my head." His words go through one ear and out the other as she watches his shirtless form move around his bedroom.

"Mhmm."

He stops to look into the camera and see where her seemingly diverted attention lies, when he realizes it's still on him, just not on his words.

"Are you checking me out, Imani?"

"And if I am?" She replies smartly with a quirk in her brow.

"Forever the smart mouth. I've been away for entirely too long."

"What are you gonna do to me, huh?"

"Keep it coming, princess. You'll see. How was your day with your sister?" He stops moving about to give her his full attention.

"I was pleasantly surprised by how...well, pleasant it was. Without telling her business, I learned a lot. I kept in mind what you told me earlier...it helped."

"Truly glad to hear that, love. I know how much you love your sister."

"I hope I got through to her this time."

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The next day, Simone's up bright and early for work seeing as Allura's big night is less than three weeks away, and she has a million last minute errands to tend with.

"Morning, boss lady," Logan says as she lets herself in with the breakfast Simone neglected to pick up.

"Morning, sunshine. What's on my to-do list for today?"

"Whole lotta nothing. A couple of new investors are scheduled to swing by around three. Just be prepared for a lot of schmoozing and ass kissing to secure their funds. I emailed you files on them, so you can look extra good."

"The baddest is what you are." She chuckles and takes a sip of her piping hot tea. "What else?"

"Well most importantly, you have a fitting directly after work."

"A fitting?" She gasps in realization. "I finally get to see my dress?"

She'd gotten Logan to agree to tailor make a dress for the special occasion, but the girl had been keeping a tight lip about what it actually looks like.

"Yes ma'am."

"I can't wait because I already know it's fire." She claps excitedly.

"I really do hope you like it, cause it's taken up all of my free time." She jokes.

"I apologize, dear. I'll make it up to you."

"Oh, no," Logan laughs. "I'm just playing around."

"Nonsense, babe. I've already got a surprise on the way."

"What kind of surprise, Simone?" She ditches the formalities for a second as she racks her brain of what it could possibly be.

"Don't worry your gorgeously locced head about it. It's all taken care of. I'll let you know when it..arrives." She winks, before heading back to her own office, sighing blissfully as her back rests against the fur of her chair.

Opening her laptop, she pulls up her file titled ‘fits', and pulls out a picture that she'd snapped of her outfit and sends it to her phone. She then uploads it to her Instagram, like she does, every week.

She'd given herself the task to upload a picture of her outfits to her Instagram, to give her followers a glimpse of her sense of style and they loved it!

This week, it was a white, thin strapped corset-style top paired with light wash, flared jeans and squared strapped heels.

She momentarily focuses on the photo in its entirety, before gazing at the tired, pink polish on her nails.

Reaching over to her office phone, she pushes the red button to call Logan.

“Dear, I need a fill-in. Can you schedule an appointment at two, today? I don't wanna be chipped when the investors get here."

"Yes ma'am. I'll call them now."

"Thank you."

A knock sounds at her door, before Jada marches inside with a wide grin on her face, hurriedly closing the door behind her.

"Why are you so cheery, this morning? Are you glowing?" Simone asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, I don't know.... I might've had, one of the best dates of my life, last night. I might've actually confessed to being so deeply in love that my chest hurts.... we might've had sex in every part of his house." The grin never leaves her face.

"Awww, Jada! That's so great! I'm so happy for you!" She opens her arms as Jada bends down to receive the hug.

"Thanks! It was so perfect," she sits on the edge of the desk. "He took me to this restaurant, where the centerpiece is a candle and you get to choose the scent— I chose sandalwood, of course— and the food was amazing! We took a stroll down the boardwalk and that's when I just couldn't hold back how I was feeling, anymore. I literally told him everything. If he were anybody else, I might've died, but he's just as in love as I am!..." Simone's eyes gleam as she listens to her best friend gush about things they've only dreamt of.

"I really am happy for you, boo. You deserve it."

"So do you, girl. I saw the way you and ol’ lanky were looking at each other, the other night." Simone rolls her eyes as her heart skips a beat, at the mention of him.

"Jada, he's only around for certain things. A relationship is not one of those things." She bats her lashes.

"You do know that I know you, right?” Jada shakes her head. "You don't have to admit to it, but I see it."

"You see what?"

Jada just laughs and stands up, smoothing her hands over her skirt. "I see right through this little act, you got going on."

"An act?"

"Simone, I'm not doing this with you. You play too many games."

"Ugh, anyway! I'm going to get my nails done at two, you wanna come or you got plans?" Simone asks, picking at her grown out cuticle.

"Yeah, I'll come with you. I need a color change, myself." Jada stares at her nails, before looking back in Simone's direction. "You hear about the investors that are coming?"

"Yes. I'm glad you said that, cause I need to pull up these files."

Jada rounds the table and hovers over Simone's left shoulder, watching her type away on her keyboard and pull up the 'need-to-know’— as Logan put it.

"Alright... two men and a woman—typical," she scoffs.

"I hope she's the leader of the pact." Jada adds.

"It's two thousand and twenty-three. She better be!" Simone exclaims, making Jada chuckle.

"Okay, so we've got John," Simone starts.

"He looks like a white supremacist." Jada frowns.

"Oh, boy!” Simone laughs, "he's been in the investment industry for about... twenty-five years, Jesus!"

"Damn, he's been in business as long as you've been alive, girl." Jada's eyes widened.

"He's gonna be a problem," she scrolls down as she reads his track list— a bunch of boring nonsense about how his entitlement has gotten him where he is today, on top of him being white.

"Moving on, we have his twin brother, Jack. And, then we have Bianca."

"Oooh! She's gorgeous,” they stare at the screen in awe of the umber-hued woman, with her rich, tight coils and impeccable sense of style.

"I think I've died and gone to heaven." Jada mumbles.

"You and me, both."

"Wow, it says that she's been with the company for fifteen years, she's actually invested in Allura a couple of times— why am I just now hearing of her?!" She asks out loud.

"You have a short attention span, girl. We've been over this."

"Having a short attention span, and zoning out when the conversation starts becoming mundane, are two different things."

"Whatever you say."

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Walking back through the double doors, Simone gets pulled to the side by her boss. Her furrowed brow causes some of the tension to lift from Rose's face, being replaced by a small smile.

"What's going on?" Her eyes wander around the lobby, watching everybody scatter about. "Is everything okay?"

"Everything is fine. The investors are here and they wanna speak with you."

"Wha— me?" Simone slides her clammy hands down the sides of her skirt, feeling her heart start to hammer in her chest. "Oh God, what did you tell them?"

"I mentioned that you're the face of the remodeling for this place. They love it and wanna talk— it's just a conversation, love. I promise."

"Okay..." she nods, still feeling a bit nervous.

Stepping off the elevator, Simone takes a right down the main hallway and knocks once, before opening the door to the conference room.

Three pairs of eyes stare back at her as she enters; two obviously enthused and one, well... not so much.

"Good afternoon, Simone," Jack moves from his leaning position against the table and reaches out for her hand, giving it a firm shake. "It's so nice to meet you. I'm Jack."

"It's nice to meet you too, Jack."

"Hi, Simone. I'm John." He politely shakes her hand.

"Nice to meet you." She keeps it short, as the absence of light in her eyes speaks volumes.

"Likewise."

"Ah, the woman of the month, is what you are, darling. I'm Bianca and it's literally an honor to meet you." Pulling her into a hug, Simone returns it and laughs.

"Wow, what an ego booster, you are! I could never amount to someone as prestigious as you. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"We could do this all day long, doll. I've done my homework on you and I'm utterly impressed." Everyone takes a seat at the table.

"As I am, with you."

"Let's get started, shall we?" John asks, cutting their conversation short.

"Sure.” Bianca motions with her hand for him to get on with it.

"So, we've heard a lot about you, since your latest spread has hit the stores— with your name on the cover in those, bright pink, letters."

Simone's expression stays stoic, as she listens to him to talk.

"We're very impressed." Jack adds.

"All of you?" Simone's index finger circles in the air, around the trio.

Bianca chuckles, knowing where this is headed.

"Excuse me?" John raises a bushy eyebrow in her direction.

"Oh, come on. You were unimpressed, before I even walked through the door."

That nervous chuckle that white men do when you've caught onto their game, comes out of his mouth.

"Do you think this is professional? I've been in this business for twenty-"

"–five years, I know," she finishes with a swift roll of her neck.

"That's probably longer than you've been alive, young lady." She laughs.

"I'll be twenty-six in July, so you've only got me by a couple months. Besides the point, by the way. Just because you've been in business, doesn't mean you know business."

"Why do you think they keep me around, then? Since, you've got all the answers." He quizzes.

"Because, you're white and a man. It doesn't take a genius to know that." She blinks.

"Wow," Bianca hums, "I like you."

"Bianca." John firmly states, causing the duo to laugh at him.

"You know better than that, John. If you're gonna be an ass, you should learn how to conceal your facial expressions."

"It's true." Jack adds.

"Well, I don't have to stand for this."

"Well, you're not in charge. I am, and I like everything I've seen from this company, so far. You can bitch about it on your own time."

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"It was incredible, babe. I just went for it, which was very risky, but so worth it!" Simone giddily tells Anthony about her day, as she sits outside of the boutique where her dress is.

"You really aren't afraid of anything, are you?" He asks with a subtle laugh.

"Not in any kind of way. Guess where I am." She smirks.

"Hm... is there food involved?"

"Surprisingly, no. Guess again."

"Let's see. It's four o'clock, which means you just got off work. Are you at your fitting for your dress?"

"I'm so glad that you pay attention when I talk." She teases, before getting out of the car.

"Keep talkin' shit," he hums a laugh. "Are you gonna show me what it looks like?"

"Of course... the night of the gala." He sucks his teeth as she laughs.

"Oh, hush. I don't even know what it looks like, yet. Let it be a surprise!"

"Says the woman who doesn't even like surprises." She feels the eye-roll through the phone.

"Well, this one isn't for me, smartass. It's for you. I gotta go."

"Alright, I'll be seeing your pretty face later." She giggles, making a kissy noise into the phone, before hanging up and walking inside.

"Welcome to Bella's. How can I help you, ma'am?" The green-eyed, dark haired woman greets from behind the counter.

"I'm here to see Logan."

"Can I have your name?"

"Simone Carson." Her dainty fingers tap against the keyboard, before she escorts her to the back of the shop.

"Logan, Simone is here." She knocks on the light blue door, twice.

"I'm coming!" With that, the lady excuses herself with a smile. Simone comfortably shifts her weight as the door swings open.

"Hi, beautiful!," she steps out of the way, for Simone to walk inside. Her eyes naturally fell on the mannequin with a dark garment bag on it.

"Hey, girl! Is that my dress?!" She rushes over to it, while Logan laughs and closes the door.

"It sure is. Go ahead and take a look." Simone sits her phone down on the table and unzips the bag, gasping at the sight.

"It's beautiful! Pink is my second favorite color! And this splash of orange is so pretty! Wow, this is beautiful, seriously." Logan giggles as Simone rounds the dress, gasping even harder at the back; a clear acrylic bangle holds the fabric in place as it's diagonally ldraped across the back.

"You really... really outdid yourself. I cannot wait to try this on!"

"I'm so glad you like it! Let me slide out and let you put it on, so I can take pictures." She excuses herself, leaving Simone to squeal some more, before stripping down and putting the dress on.

"Oh wow.... I. Am. Snatched! Logan, come see!" Walking back into the room, she cups both sides of her own face, staring at Simone in awe.

"This was literally made for you. Oh my gosh, you look stunning!" She grabs her phone from her pocket and starts snapping away at, an always camera ready, Simone.

After their mini photo shoot, Simone pulls her clothes back on and slings the heavy garment back over her shoulder.

"Your 'after work' attire is super cute, by the way." Simone compliments Logan's distressed denim jeans paired with her blue, long-sleeved crop top and custom, baby blue converse.

"Thanks! I try to tone it down when I get here."

In her free time, Logan is a seamstress which was definitely her dream job. She'd been into fashion, since she was well into her teens. She'd landed this job when she turned twenty-one and never looked back.

Her being Simone's assistant was her side job— one she thoroughly enjoyed.

"It's workin' for you, babe." Simone pinches her cheek. "I sent the money to your account."

"You didn't have to pay me. I did this for you as a gift."

“Please, you never work for free. Whether it's a sketch or to look at a piece of fabric. You charge! Whether it's me or Rihanna! You charge!”

“Okay, okay! I'll take your money,” she mumbles in a faux dull manner.

Simone giggles. "You sound like me! We've gotta do better at accepting this cash.”

"Ugh, easy for you to say! I don't have a gorgeous man sending me money!"

"That could change!"

"How?"

"When you've got connections, things happen, babygirl." She winks. Logan crinkles her nose.

"Remember what we talked about. Charge."

"I'll be writing it down on everything now. Thank you."

"And, thank you for making this masterpiece! I'll see you tomorrow."

She kisses her cheek, before heading out.

Logan grows curious, as she pulls her phone out and checks her bank account, almost dropping her phone when she sees the amount that came outta Simone's account.

“Five hundred dollars??” She squeals.

@thegifstories @blackerthings @ghostfacekill-monger @sheabuttahwrites @honestpreference @fujiiapples @nayaesworld @blowmymbackout @harmshake @twistedcharismaaa @abeautifulmindexposed @cecereads209 @starcrossedxwriter @soufcakmistress

#sugarff #miyuhpapayuh #poc writers #blackwriters #black romance #yahya abdul mateen ii #tabria majors #smut #simone x anthony

[chaoticdelinqueerwithglitter]

Okay, yesterday I had a shared brain riot with @just-sp-in-inginthevoid about Kakucho not having a real birthday and the s62 throwing him unbirthday mad tea parties. More of once in a year because, hey, it's an unbirthday! Mostly because the Haitani brothers wanted a excuse to be extras and dress up, but also because they decided it was a funny way of trying to find out his real birthday (of course, Izana was the one that decided the official date).

In some way, this is the second part of this drabble here. What could be at least in Bonten!timeline.

Kakucho used to loves his unbirthdays. Before everything changed.

(Drabble of Kakucho during Bonten. There is some subtle KakuIza, but it's just a tinny moment easy to ignore and see it as platonic)

Warnings: Angst and hurt without too much comfort. I'm so sorry, I swear the idea was hilarious in my mind, but then Bonten timeline appeared and it refused to not be angsty. So yeah, I'm so sorry, Kakucho 😭

(English is not my first language, so be nice please 🙈)

"Happy unbirthday!"

Kakucho almost jumped when Ran, Rindou and Mochi screamed at him as soon as he entered his office.

He just sighed, because of course, he should've know better. It was Februart 1st, he's official "unbirthday".

But the scarred man thought, that now that they were all adults (and criminals, for god's sake), this surprises parties were over. Or at least, the costumes were over. He should've know better, Ran and Rindou missing a chance to dress up and be weirdos? Not in a million years. Even the poor Mochi was wearing some ridiculous bunny-ears.

"I'm not going to wear a costume, so don't even try it."

Kakucho managed to say as soon as he saw Ran's mischievous smile. Rindou looked disappointed, but the two brothers quickly shrugged that off. They tried every time, but no even Izana himself could make Kakucho dress with an "Alice" costume.

Oh yeah, his unbirthday parties had a theme. Always the same one. A mad tea party in Alice in Wonderland. But the Haitani brothers always wore a different costume. Every damn time. They could repeat characters, but outfit? Never.

Chesire Cat Ran smiled at him, not caring about his grumpy attitude.

"Come on, Kakucho, we deserve some fun. So sit down and drink your tea, before I decide this was a fiasco and we need to throw you another party soon"

Kakucho shivered with the idea. No thanks, he still remembered that times (He tried so hard to forger, yet, he still remembered everything). All the s62 generation throwing him a unbirthday party more than once a year. Because for some reason, the Roppongi rulers decided it was a good way of finding his real birthday. Ran was sure they would get it right eventually, Rindou was convinced that Kakucho would have a big reaction when they finally did it. Of course, both of them were wrong.

So, even if his "official" birthday was the date Izana decided for him, even if it was just supposed to be February 1st, he had more tea parties that he was able to count. Izana used to joke about how Kakucho was at least fourty with so many celebrations.

Maybe is that, he thought, the memory of Izana's laugh being too real for a second. Because now he finds himself smiling softly while drinking tea and eating cake with what's rest of his family. Mad Had Rindou is making jokes about Sanzu's insanity and Kakucho is laughing, he's actually enjoying this.

Kakucho had fun, even if they could only stole a couple hours for that. But he felt good for this hours, less alone. The reminder that there was still people with him that shared the same memories, the same grief. The left pieces of his broken family. Kakucho was not alone and his friends never failed to show him that when he needed it most.

Later that night, after finally finishing the job and cleaning everything up, Kakucho was unable to sleep. The memories were too present this time.

He still remembered the last umbirthday he was actually happy. A few days before the Kanto Incident. Even if everything was getting more dangerous, even with Kisaki's plots, with the raids on Toman, the Haitani brothers decided that it was the best day to do it.

Or maybe it was exactly because of that, who knows. Kakucho certainly needed to relax that day, he was tense with everything that was happening, with seeing that bastard manipulating Izana.

But that day, Izana shone. That day, Izana didn't talk about Mikey or Toman, focusing his full attention on his servant. He dressed up like the queen of hearts, like always. Refusing to wear any costume that didn't show how majestic he was. Kakucho thought the tanned boy always looked like a king no matter what he was wearing. But he never told him that. He never told him so many things...

Kakucho cries himself to sleep that night, curled up in his bed like a kid.

The image of Izana smiling at him printed on his retine.

Overlapping with the last time he ever saw Izana's genuine smile directed at him.

Snow threathening to fill his nightmares one more time.

His own regrets eating him alive.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers spoilers #izana kurokawa #kakucho #haitani ran #haitani rindou #s62 being a found family because i say so #kakuiza #kakucho headcanons #poor kakucho #i broke my own heart #bonten timeline #me writing🌻 #i blame tenjiku for the angst #in my tenjiku depression era #tokyo revengers fic #drabble #canon complicit

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Sparks Fly

Part of my 900 Followers Celebration!

Request: Omg congratulations!! This is such a cool milestone, you deserve every follower and more! Could I request the ‘sparks fly’ quote with Roy?? Congrats again ☺️

Roy Kent x Reader 0.7k words Warnings: Language, little bit of angst

Roy Kent was avoiding you, and you weren't sure why. During the last two years of you working at Richmond, he'd become one of your best friends. The two of you spent so much time together, you were constantly fighting off rumors of a romantic relationship. Not that you'd mind having one with Roy; he was kind, and funny, and thoughtful, and God if you didn't feel yourself blush on those couple of occasions where you'd seen him without a shirt. But, since he'd never shown you anything but friendship, you were satisfied with keeping things platonic.

And that friendship was a good one, usually. Lots of inside jokes and texting and going out for drinks after work and even helping Roy babysit his niece once in a while. But for about three weeks now, all of that had stopped. Instead, you got grunted responses to invitations for dinner and texts left on 'Read' and Roy averting his gaze every time you passed by each other at work. You had never realized you could miss eye contact so much, but you found yourself craving just one quick moment with those beautiful browns.

Enough was enough. Roy Kent owed you an explanation. If he was mad at you, if he was over this friendship, fine. But he had to be an adult and tell you to your face.

Feeling determined, you marched into his office, knowing he would be there late; he'd been avoiding running into you in the parking lot, where you always teasingly invited him out for a pint. Sure enough, despite the eerie stillness of the rest of the Dog Track, there was Roy, scrolling casually on his mobile. Your quiet knock on the open door finally gave you that eye contact you'd been craving.

"You're here late," you observed, an edge of light teasing in your voice.

He blinked a few times, as if he was trying to figure out what to say. "Catching up on some work," he finally mumbled.

You nodded towards his phone, a smirk forming on your lips. "I'm sure you're getting loads done, scrolling on Twitter."

"D'you need something?" There it was. His eyes shifted away from your face, focusing instead on his desk, as though the question was meant to be answered by the wooden surface.

His sudden sharp tone rid you of your smile and reminded you why you were there. "Actually, yes. I need to know why you won't look at me anymore."

With an exaggerated sigh, Roy rolled his eyes until they landed on your face. "There. I'm fucking looking at you. Happy?"

"No," you scoffed, ignoring the lump forming in your throat at the sound of his harsh tone. "Exact opposite, actually." You did your best to blink back the newly formed tears. "I'd like to know why my best friend suddenly hates me." When he opened his mouth in protest, you shook your head. "Don't deny it, or I'll kick your ass all the way to Manchester."

There was a long pause as Roy stared at his desk. Finally, his shoulders slumped in defeat and he set his phone down. "Don't hate you," he grumbled.

"Then why won't you look at me?" you demanded, arms crossed.

So he did. His eyes were wide, full of pain and anxiety. His voice strangled as he spoke. "Because.... Because...." He groaned and threw his head back, his hands gripping his thick hair in frustration. "Fuck, because I see sparks fly whenever you smile."

Your arms dropped to your side. "I'm sorry?"

He slowly stood up and approached you, his mouth in a straight line. "When you smile. It's like there's fucking fireworks in my brain. And it's been killing me. I can't fucking handle it anymore, alright?"

Tentatively, you let one of your hands take his. "Why's that such a problem?"

Roy scoffed, not seeming to notice you holding his hand. "Because. I'm your friend."

"And?" You took a half step to close the distance between you.

"Friends shouldn't look at each other that way." His words were simple, almost childlike.

You nodded slowly. "You're right," you agreed in a soft voice. "Friends shouldn't look at each other that way." Your faces were inches apart now. "Unfortunately, I look at you that way too, Roy." 

He stared at you, then at your intertwined hands. It was almost as if you could see him doing the math in his head, adding up all the pieces: your hand in his, your faces so close, the words you had just said, the look in your eye. “Oh.”

“Oh,” you repeated, smiling.

Now you understood what he meant about sparks flying; as he pressed his lips to yours, you swore you could see them too.

#900 followers celebration #request ❤️ #he's here he's there he's every fucking where #roy kent #roy kent x reader #roy kent fanfic #roy kent fic #roy kent fanfiction #roy kent fluff #ted lasso #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fic #ted lasso fanfiction

[bmodiwrites]

I hear it's @thefreakandthehair's birthday... happiest of days pal, enjoy the fluff!

Eddie is nervous.

There's no getting around that fact. He's been planning his surprise for days, knows all the ways it can go wrong, even has a couple of back up plans if it all goes to shit. Yet, the nerves in his gut bubble up and toil around in his gut like bad food.

See, Steve's birthday is something special. It's the day he was born, so Eddie is especially glad for the occasion. Steve, on the other hand, is not. Up until meeting Eddie and being honest about his dislike of the day, Steve never celebrated. Between shitty parents and an overall lack of interest, the big day rolled by every year without a single present, balloon, or muttered 'happy birthday'.

It's the sort of travesty that Eddie's going to spend the rest of his life remedying.

So, there's a bit of pressure (all self-applied) for Eddie to make the day a little extra special. The first year, he threw Steve his very first family birthday party. The one following, Eddie took Steve to a Tears for Fears concert in the city. That trip is still one Eddie looks back on fondly - the gift ended up being amazing for them both.

This year, Eddie's decision to keep things on the down low is driving him a little mad. While he knows it's the right decision after the last few months they've been through, Eddie's still trying to come to terms with his very small, though still big and heartfelt, gestures. He doesn't want Steve to think any less of a day that's more important to Eddie than his own day of birth. His husband isn't that sort of person, yet Eddie feels the sting of nervousness all the same.

Instead of something big and flashy to start the day, Eddie gets out of bed a little early and makes breakfast. He's careful about the color of Steve's toast (because if it's too burnt, he'll eat it out of petulant stubbornness, not actual enjoyment). The good orange juice is sitting in Steve's favorite cup and the eggs are just about ready. Everything is going perfectly when the creaky floorboard gives Steve's presence away.

"You're cooking, babe?" Steve asks as he wraps his arms around Eddie from behind. His nose settles into the curve of neck and shoulder - Eddie still loves the feeling of Steve breathing him in there.

"Yes! And you're supposed to be in bed. I was going to bring this to you." Eddie tries not to let the pout leak into his voice, but Steve's arms tightening around his waist give him away.

"I think I like this better. I can hold you while you finish up and then we can eat together."

It's so sweet and beautifully mushy that Eddie lets this ruined surprise slide. He can't be disappointed when Steve beams at him like they're still newlyweds throughout the entirety of the meal.

Except, the rest of the day is pretty off, too. Eddie gets caught in a meeting at work that blows up his plans to take Steve lunch. He employs Dustin to head to the sub shop Steve likes to pick up the food, instead. He's late to get home and misses Steve before his husband takes off for his evening run, so the pre-workout blow job is off the table.

By the time dinner rolls around, Eddie's feeling less than and so disappointed in himself. Steve finds him at the kitchen table with his head in his hands after his post-run shower.

"Baby, what's wrong?" There's that sickeningly sweet care in Steve's voice that have the tears in the corner of Eddie's eyes finally falling.

"Today's been all wrong, Steve. You deserve the best and today just wasn't it. Nothing went as planned." He swipes at the rebellious tears but more fall in their place. "I wanted your birthday to be perfect."

Shower-warm hands frame his cheeks; Steve uses his grip there to tilt Eddie's head up so they're looking eye to eye. "Eddie, I love you but my birthday has never mattered to me. It's just another day. You love me so well all year that an entire day of spoiling me is just gluttonous. I'm a happy man, baby. Let's celebrate that together, instead."

Eddie is too moved to say anything, so he leans in to seal their lips together. The kiss lingers long enough for Eddie to forget about his troubles and simply enjoy the moment.

Later, when they're tangled up in the sheets together, blush and sweat still marring their skin, Steve rolls over to press his lips against Eddie's ear. "Best birthday ever," he whispers, a smile in his voice.

It's real and genuine and Eddie knows he means it.

#i know we don't talk much but i admire you & hope you have a lovely day #steddie #bobbie writes #birthday fics for cool peeps #ficlets #happy birthday friendo

[coconurt]

WOOOOO MISSING SCENE TIME!! Wow, I haven't written anything since august, bout time, huh?

Yes, yes I very much know this is how it starts: I watch a new show, I lose my mind a little bit, I write a little drabble, and it's all over for me for 6 to 9 business months /pos

ANYWAY! VOL 9 BRAINROT, BABYYY >:D

(spoilers for rwby vol 9. obvi)

~~~

When the dam burst, it burst catastrophically.

Ugly words poured out in a torrent, aimed like bullets straight for her teammates. At the time, it had felt… well, not good, exactly. More like release.

"No time, right? Gotta get home. Gotta help Jaune. Gotta find someone who isn't just going to screw everything up."

When Weiss shrank back, she turned her anger on her sister. On her sister's partner.

"Gotta stay positive, right? Smiles all around!" She advanced on them, slowly, and Yang placed herself protectively in front of Blake. On literally any other day, that small action would've broken her heart. Not then, though.

Right then, she didn't care.

"Maybe even finally get our feelings sorted out." Something like a corrupted sort of jealousy surged in her chest. "Good for you, by the way—we're all

so

happy

for you."

"Hey," Yang had warned, her voice sharp. But Ruby had already moved on.

She made the mistake of bringing a grieving Jaune into it, then. He lashed out. Struck the killing blow, blamed her for the five of them getting stuck there, and that was it. There was no more for her to say.

She was empty. Empty of momentum, empty of words, empty of hope. Empty of everything except the overwhelming hurt threatening to tear her apart in front of everyone she loved.

So she left.

~~~

This leg of their journey had been quiet, which was a nice change of pace.

Sort of.

Good in the sense that it gave the five of them a well-deserved rest. Bad that it gave Ruby plenty of time to think about things.

About everything.

Something she really did not want to do.

And it must've shown on her face, because—

"Out with it, Rubes."

Yang's voice startled her out of her thoughts. She whipped her head to the side just in time to catch the tail end of the Look (patent pending) her sister was giving her right before she turned her attention back to the road in front of them.

She blinked, feeling like a deer that had just been spotted by a hound. Her mouth felt oddly dry, all of a sudden.

"G- uh. Out with… what?"

Yang shot her a second, even less impressed look. "Come on. I can tell when you've got something you want to say. You've been fidgety all day and silent for the last couple miles. So out with it."

Her stomach plunged, and an icy feeling spread through her chest. Biting her lip, she worried the edge of her cowl between two fingers. Now or never, she guessed. Might as well take advantage of the moment of quiet while it lasted.

They wouldn't be mad at her for bringing it up, right...?

"Well, I… I've been thinking… about the thing… about what I said. The… I just… I didn't mean it, any of it… I was just…"

"Deeep breath," Yang drawled. "Start over."

Blake peeked around Yang from where she walked on the blonde's other side. "It's okay, Ruby. Take your time." Her face held nothing but kind concern. "You know you can talk to us about anything, right?"

Ah. There that was again. She'd been hearing that a lot after their escape from the Ever After. She knew they were just trying to help. Turn over a new leaf, take some of the burden of everything off her shoulders instead of letting her carry it alone. It was sweet, but… it was taking a bit of getting used to.

Ruby released the breath that had gotten lodged in her chest. She closed her eyes, did as Yang asked, then reopened them and turned to face the other two.

"I didn't mean what I said. Back at the paper village. I'm sorry."

Blake got it right away. Her ears drooped with sad sympathy. "Ruby—" she started.

Yang gave her a strange look, just for a moment. She tilted her head, then realization dawned in her eyes.

"Ruby no, you— don't apologize. We put way too much pressure on you, and—"

"—you were just venting…"

She held up a hand to stop them. "Maybe. But it wasn't fair to bring you two," she gestured to their clasped hands, "into it. You make great partners, and you're gonna make a great couple, too."

We are happy for you. All of us. I'm happy for you." She offered them a small smile, hoping it was enough. "I mean it, this time."

Yang returned the smile and opened her mouth to say something, but Blake suddenly ducked in front of her and lunged toward Ruby, wrapping her into a tight hug. Ruby caught her with a small oof. Yang wasted no time piling on, easily enveloping the both of them.

Ruby almost melted into the embrace. Tears pricked her eyes. "Does this mean… we're good?"

They only hugged her tighter, and that was all the answer she needed.

#hhhhhng *tries to get over my phobia of posting anything less than 1k* #this was fun :3 #rwby #rwby volume 9 #rwby spoilers #rwby volume 9 spoilers #ruby rose #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #rwby fanfiction #my fics #my writing

[silverynight]

By blood

<---Previous

Part V

This time, Akaza doesn't bite him immediately or tells him he needs a little bit of his blood. Instead, he pays him a visit to the inn he's staying in and even says 'hello' to little Nezuko.

"Why did it take you so long?"

Tanjirou explains to him that Genya kept him company during his last mission.

"Actually, about that–" he doesn't get to finish the sentence; Akaza pushes him towards the futon and starts nuzzling him.

Nezuko giggles and gets closer to them for cuddles; Akaza immediately changes their positions so Tanjirou can hug Nezuko while the upper moon cuddles him from behind.

"Are you sure you don't need blood?"

"Maybe... later," the demon mumbles, almost shyly before rubbing his nose against the back of Tanjirou's neck. "I just missed you a lot."

Nezuko goes to sleep during the day and Tanjirou makes sure the windows are completely covered because Akaza refuses to leave his side.

"Did you sleep well?" The upper moon asks, rubbing his nose against Tanjirou's cheek.

The redhead is still sleepy, but he makes an effort to open his eyes a bit, the truth is that sleeping next to someone makes him feel warm and fuzzy and it helps him sleep better every single time.

"Yes," he smiles; he rolls on the bed with difficulty because Akaza refuses to untangle himself from him, not even an inch. "Are you sure you want to stay here? Wouldn't it be safer for you to seek refuge in the woods?"

The arms around his waist tighten their grip even more and Tanjirou knows he has his answer then.

"Can I bite your neck this time?" Akaza asks quietly and softly, nuzzling against Tanjirou's cheek like a very affectionate cat.

"You know you can't."

"Fine."

Tanjirou blushes immediately because he knows what comes next; his heart skips a beat as he feels very gentle hands pulling his uniform down.

This time Akaza presses a couple of extra kisses against his tummy and thighs before and after the bite.

"I need to tell you something," Tanjirou finally says in a whisper, once he puts his uniform back on. Akaza sits and pulls him into his lap; his arms are around him with his chin resting on the top of Tanjirou's head.

"Alright."

"Genya saw the bite marks."

"Do you want me to get rid of him?"

"What? No!" Tanjirou blurts out, a little bit alarmed by the sound of determination in Akaza's voice. He didn't even hesitate. "He doesn't know! He thinks I'm dating someone!"

"He thinks we're lovers?" Akaza asks; Tanjirou can't see his face but he smells happy or maybe it's just amusement what Tanjirou can sense coming from him.

"Not 'we' because he doesn't know anything about you; he thinks I met a boy."

Tanjirou turns around (because he can tell that Akaza is not entirely happy at the moment) and sees the upper moon pouting.

"What's the–"

"Wait." Akaza cuts him off, demeanor changing suddenly; he's angry, although Tanjirou can tell he's not mad at him. "How did he see the marks? What was he doing to you?"

"Nothing!" Tanjirou says immediately, trying not to roll his eyes at the demon's protective behavior. Sometimes it seems like he thinks it's his duty to take care of Tanjirou and his sister. "He was helping me undress because I was too tired and hurt to do it myself."

"I could've helped you."

"You couldn't be there, he would've seen you."

Tanjirou thinks about it for a second and moves a little bit until he's facing the demon. Akaza closes his eyes for a moment, rubbing their noses together and relaxing immediately.

"I've been thinking of telling Genya about you. He's a very good person, I know he'd keep our secret. Besides," Tanjirou can't help but chuckle. "It'd be better if he knew because right now he thinks I have an abusive boyfriend."

Akaza looks so outraged at that Tanjirou can't help but laugh again at his expression.

Then they both speak at the same time and everything goes from a very casual conversation to something Tanjirou doesn't quite understand.

"I'd never treat you like that! I'd give you anything you wanted, I'd treat you with kindness and love, like you deserve!" Now, if Akaza would've said that sooner, Tanjirou wouldn't have blurted out at the same time (still with amusement in his tone) his next words: "I know the idea of us dating is ridiculous! Stop making that face! We would never!"

But they do speak at the same time, and the silence that comes next is uncomfortable and it hurts.

Then Akaza hisses like he's in pain and moves away from Tanjirou in the blink of an eye, like he had been burnt.

"What do you mean by 'ridiculous'?" Akaza grimaces. "Is it because I'm a demon? Do you only date hashira?"

Tanjirou doesn't understand why he's so upset out of the sudden.

"No, it's just... our relationship is not like that." If he's being honest, Tanjirou thought Akaza was outraged at first at the mere thought of dating someone like him. Maybe he doesn't want to be considered heartless. "I'm not saying you're not capable of caring for someone else. It's just that we don't... We are not..."

"That's enough," Akaza cuts him off, voice trembling with hurt and anger. He's shaking. "I understand."

"What?" Tanjirou is even more confused now. "I mean we're friends! I consider you my friend!"

"I said THAT'S ENOUGH!" Akaza shouts, looking away, although not fast enough for Tanjirou to miss the regret written all over his face. "I didn't mean to yell at you."

Tanjirou rises from the ground and takes a couple of steps closer to him, but the upper moon moves away.

"I know, it's okay. But I don't understand... Why don't you explain it to me?"

Akaza shakes his head.

"Are you crying?" Tanjirou asks, feeling completely lost.

"No, of course not! I don't care!" Then his shoulders fall as if he just gave up out of the sudden. He looks devastated. "I need to go."

"What? No! The sun is still–"

"Don't act like you care about me!" Akaza hisses and Tanjirou can see a single tear falling from his eye and down his cheek.

"But I do care about you!"

"Stop lying to me!" And he goes, jumping out the window. Tanjirou just hopes there are enough trees and houses he can use to hide from the sunlight.

If he's being honest, he doesn't understand what just happened, but he feels like he made a terrible mistake.

He misses him already.

***

Genya spends a lot of time with him now; Tanjirou knows it's because he's worried sick about him; apparently his friend thinks Tanjirou's boyfriend is either going to leave him or break his heart. But mostly he's concerned about the "boy" using Tanjirou for selfish reasons.

His friend has been so kind to him lately that Tanjirou feels extremely guilty for not telling him the whole truth.

They go on missions together now; the Pillars feel more relaxed knowing someone is with him and it seems that they trust the youngest Shinazugawa boy.

He hasn't seen Akaza since that day and Tanjirou can't help but feel sad and worried; he's not exactly sure what he said or did wrong to make him leave like that. Mostly he's worried about the upper moon needing his blood again. What happens if he gets hungry again? Akaza has come so far it'd break Tanjirou's heart to find out he hurt an innocent person and it'd be his fault as well because he was the one who decided to give him another chance.

And yet he's almost sure that won't be the case; he trusts Akaza now, he knows he would do the right thing.

But why did he get upset with Tanjirou? He was clearly hurt the last time the redhead saw him, not physically of course; it was a very deep emotional wound.

Tanjirou is not sure what happened exactly and he doesn't have anyone to ask.

"Are you alright, darling?"

His Pillars are worried about him again. Tanjirou can see it in Kanroji's eyes and the way the others try to pretend they're doing other things, instead of listening to their conversation.

"I'm fine," he lies, looking away from her. He feels terrible about it, but it's not like he has any other choice; telling the truth would involve telling them everything about Akaza.

And he's not ready for that.

"You know you can tell us anything, right?" Tomioka puts a hand on Tanjirou's shoulder; his eyes are so full of worry and sincerity the redhead can't help but feel a squeeze in his heart.

He nods, even though he's not sure that's entirely true. Can he really say something about Akaza without having them all hunting him down?

And yet... he'll think about it; he's getting a little bit tired of keeping such a secret from the people he loves.

Besides, it seems like Akaza doesn't want to see him again. Maybe it's for the best. Although Tanjirou still worries about him.

***

He's sleeping in the middle of the woods next to Genya; he's his traveling companion now (the only one), much to Zenitsu and Inosuke's irritation. Tanjirou needs to talk to them soon as well.

"Are you sure he's not... hurting you?"

The sound of Genya's voice brings a soft smile to Tanjirou's face; he turns around to look at the other boy, who blushes immediately.

"No, he isn't."

"But–"

"Genya, can I tell you a secret?"

"Of course," the tall boy says without hesitation and Tanjirou feels a wave of affection towards him. However, he still needs to make sure.

"You need to promise me you won't tell anyone, no matter how bad you think it is."

Concern is written all over Genya's features, but he takes one of Tanjirou's hands and nods again.

"I promise."

The shock in Genya's face after Tanjirou tells him a part of his deal with Akaza is too much for him.

"Your boyfriend is actually a demon?"

"No," Tanjirou shakes his head, feeling his cheeks like they're on fire. "Maybe I should start at the beginning..."

And then he tells him everything.

"Tanjirou, that's... you should tell the Pillars," Genya insists, blinking a couple of times, like he still can't quite believe it.

"I can't! They'll kill him!"

"Maybe that's for the best..."

"Genya!" Tanjirou scolds him and even though the other boy blushes under his tone, he doesn't look away.

"I know you like to believe in people, that everyone deserves a second chance and that there's good in them. But that's a demon..."

"My sister is a demon," Tanjirou reminds Genya, stubbornly. "And she's good."

"That's different and you know it. You told me this is an upper moon; he's obviously close to Muzan himself..."

"Not anymore."

"Maybe he's just pretending to get closer to you."

"I know he isn't."

Genya sighs, but pulls Tanjirou into his arms because it's obvious the redhead is distressed at the moment.

"He's the one who was biting your thighs?"

"Yes."

"Maybe you're right; don't tell the hashira. Besides, you're not seeing him anymore..."

Tanjirou shakes his head and sobs a little; he misses Akaza.

"What happened?"

He tells him; perhaps Genya can help him find out why Akaza got so mad at him.

When he tells him everything there's an uncomfortable silence that follows; Tanjirou needs to gently push Genya away a bit in order to see his expression: he's in shock.

"This is worse than I thought..."

"What do you mean?"

"Tanjirou, that upper moon is in love with you!"

***

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[stargazing15]

Oh how I was wrong

Bob x Fem! reader

Summary: Bob is finally noticing the consequences of his actions

Warnings: angst

A/N: this is mostly Bob's POV

Previously: Letting go - Next: Hello again

It's been a month since Bob had broken your heart. It's been three weeks since he had last seen you. And it's been four days since he'd been starting doubting everything he did, mostly her. He's starting to think he made the worst decision made in the last decade.

It all started about ten days ago. She made him tag along with her annoying friends. They were the fakest of the fakest, she was the only 'normal' looking one of them, and that was probably what made him interested in her in the first place. He never really got along with her friends as they liked to brag about things, mostly wealth or sleeping with rich boys, having nasty comments about everything and everyone. In the beginning she wasn't like them when they were together, but she changed, or rather let her real personality come out. It stared by having comments about his commitment to his job, but eventually also talking badly about others, including his friends, and commanding to only do things she wanted but he absolutely hates to do. This all made his mind started to wonder what you were doing, how you were doing, how things would be if he had ignored her. He was able to forget about the thought the next couple of days as he had some intense trainings at base.

But then he came home, he got snapped back to reality, it felt like he woke up from a month long dream. They started to fight, again, about the same things that made him break it off. Why did he forget about that side of her? How could he forget there were more bad days when they were together than good days?

After you had ran ran away from the Hard Deck that night, Phoenix and Fanboy had tried to talk to him to figure out why on earth he would do something that stupid, but Bob ditched them quickly going home with her. The next time they saw him the whole group lectured him on his stupid decision, trying to get him to his senses. But Bob countered Phoenix by reminding her she once told him to do whatever made him happy. He only never expected Phoenix to be this mad as she made him clear to never address her as Nat again. He had officially made it to her bad side.

A week later when you showed up to the Hard Deck, he was shocked. First by you throwing his stuff on the ground in front of him but mostly by how you were looking. He almost didn't recognize you hiding behind those sunglasses, but he did see how pale you were, how miserable you were, how you had lost weight. This was the first time guilt started to sink in. And when you left, your last words started to haunt him because he didn't want you to hate him. But he couldn't turn back time, it was to late for that.

"Nat," Bob received a death glare from Phoenix, "Phoenix, wait, can, can we talk please?" Bob asked her with a quiet voice. "Please?" He sounded so desperate.

"Bob, okay, but keep in mind I'm still mad as hell. You took away my friend, she was not only your friend and I really liked her. She doesn't answer my calls anymore, that's how badly you've hurt her!" Phoenix was almost yelling at Bob.

"I know. I was so stupid." He whispered, on the verge of tears. He was still together with that bitch, as Phoenix called her, officially, but they had a big fight, again. This time she dragged your name through the mud, even Phoenix suddenly became a bad person to her. He really thought they could be happy again. He should have thought before he acted, because he really was happy with you, if he's thinking back, he's realizing he has never ben happier before with anyone else. But he had ruined it.

"I messed up, I don't know what to do." Tears were rolling down his face.

"YOU don't know what to do? What about Y/N huh? Have you ever thought about her while you ran off with miss I-am-better-then-everyone? Have you any idea that you acted just like her ex, I really thought you were better than that Bob. Have you got any idea how badly he hurt her? And you just proved her he was right! So get your shit together."

"I, I, what, she, she never really told me about him. How bad was it? Please, I need to know."

"Maybe you should know and I hope you feel guilty." She scoffed, "that asshole made her feel so extremely worthless, that she had been convinced no one would ever want her. He treated her like an object and you just proved her she wasn't enough once again. Asshole."

"Oh my god, what have I done? No, no, no, she can't think that, I did wrong." Panic started to kick in. He needed to do something, he wasn't this kind of bad person, he needed to make sure you know that he was at fault and that you were not worthless, not one bit. But how could he ever patch up the wounds he caused?

"I need to do something first." And with that Bob stormed off leaving Phoenix gaping at him.

"Uh, okay."

"It's done, over, I'm done with you!" Bob informed his now ex.

"Oh Robert, you can never leave me. You're mine, I'm the only one you can love."

"Nope you're not, here is your stuff, never come near me again. Here, your number, blocked and deleted. I'm done with you trying to walk over me. Goodbye! Go burn in hell!"

It felt good, this was his new start. He only should have done it like this before he met you. His timeline is seriously messed up. But how can he turn back time and do things in the right order? He needs to, he needs you with him. But how? How can he apologize?

Now he has peace in his head with the past, he has time to think. Time to think about you, what you are doing now, have you been eating, have been taking care of yourself? And then the wonderful memories came back. How perfect you were together, how your smile could lit up anything, how your body would perfectly fit into his when cuddling, how beautifully his name came rolling over your lips when you made love. He misses you, badly.

After thinking thousand of scenarios what he can do, he finds himself in front of your door.

He carefully knocked on your door. He was surprised when you opened the the door.

"I don't want to see you. Leave." And you shut the door immediately.

"Y/N, wait don't go, you don't have to open the door, just listen. Please?" Bob's voice sounded weaker than he thought.

"Beautiful angel, I am not going to make excuses for what I have done. Because there are no. I am just so extremely stupid and I still don't know what I was thinking to throw away the best thing that has ever happened to me. I want to, have to apologize for what I have done and caused, you didn't deserve that because you are a wonderful person and I recently found out about your previous relationship and that actually shouldn't matter because what I have done is the worst. But I need you to know that it was not because of you, I was living on this stupid ugly cloud when I saw her and it blinded me for what actually mattered and that is you. And I'm sorry for not fighting. I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I wish I could turn back time, I'm so mad at myself. I know it is selfish to say this, but I miss you, a lot. I wish I could make it up to you, I know it is impossible after what I have done to you, I just wish I could. I needed you to know that."

You heard it all and just like Bob, tears were streaming down your face.

"I wished I could turn back time too." You whispered to the door, inaudible for Bob.

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[cabinofimagines]

Electric Blue

So for no reason I listened to this song and have wanted to write something with it for a while now so- here it is!

Pairing: Percy Jackson x Reader Request: None Song: Electric Blue by Sorry, Peach Word count: 2k Warnings: it's angsty, also spoilers for everything

-Asnyox

I finally gave him back his electric blue hoodie

You can't begin to comprehend what it did to me

When I saw his face and looked into his eyes

I told myself I wouldn't fantasize

Giving up is something Percy Jackson would never do. He is the most stubborn guy you have ever met- he probably got it from his mom, and that was one of the reasons why you fell for him. You two had been friends, best friends, for so long, you met when you both were twelve, when he got to camp.

“So, Peter, right?” you walked up to the boy who was mere inches shorter than you. “It’s Percy.” he didn’t look too pleased with your mistake, you shot him a look back. “Mr. D. get’s my name right, most of the time.” you felt the need to brag a little, and the expression of unbelieve that crossed Percy’s face made it all worth it, “Anyways, wanna spar? Luke said you were about the best he had trained in a while- and I need to get better.” you asked, suddenly feeling bashful and looking at the ground.

“Sure, I don’t see why not.”

You two got along so well and it pained you to see him leave for a quest, for something that was not even his fault, but you waited for him. And he came back, as he had promised, Grover and Annabeth by his side as he paraded his toga, courtesy of the Ares cabin. That night you smiled together at the campfire, and as you shivered Percy tried to offer you his hoodie.

“But I am taller than you- it won’t fit.” you laughed and Percy hit your arm. “One day I will outgrow you- I promise!”

And he did, for now he stood a good head taller than you before you. You looked up into his eyes and let out a sigh. “Just take it back Perce,” you felt your throat close as you held out his hoodie. You were reminded of the hours you wore it- every campfire he gave it to you as you shivered, the gesture being enough to warm you back up. As he was leaving camp to go to New Rome with Annabeth, you knew you couldn’t keep living this dream.

'Cause you know just what to do

To make me forget that I'm so mad at you

And I can't help but hate you

'Cause I'm still in love with you

Even though you put me through hell

“This is for when you get cold.” He handed you a badly wrapped present. It was the last day of summer, and as you were recovering from the injuries you had sustained during the battle of Manhattan Percy had come to see you. You squint your eyes, feeling your heart stutter as you look down on the package. You wanted to hide away from him- you had heard the news of Percy and Annabeth and you had secretly hoped to avoid the happy couple for the last weeks of summer. As you unwrapped it, it revealed Percy’s hoodie, the one he often wore and sometimes had lended to you when you were cold.

“Why?” you asked, looking at the boy. “Well, you often get cold and-” he looked to the side, “I just wanted to thank you for being my friend. I know this was hard and I am so glad you are alright- and-,”

“Perce, there is no need,” you put your hand on his arm, “I am happy to be your friend, and we’ll hopefully stay friends for much longer.” you smiled, and as Percy nodded you hoped it looked genuine. Percy would be kind enough to never turn his back on you- as your friend, he was stubborn enough to seek you out even as you were trying to run away from him. He knew you like the back of his hand, and you suspected he knew of your feelings- but maybe he didn’t, maybe he was oblivious, maybe you could let him be in your life a little longer, pretend he loves you too.

So maybe I'm the masochist

Maybe that's why I still miss your kiss

Not sure who I hate more

Me or you

“Why?” Percy asked, looking concerned, this was far from the first hoodie you had stolen from him, but gradually over summer his old hoodies miraculously started to reappear in his cabin. Percy hadn’t really minded the extra clothes, but he did realize that you were putting them back. He tried to lend them to you again- carefully offering them, but you had refused and gone back to your cabin. Percy tried to figure out why- why were you rejecting him? You never had, and truly he noticed how little time you two had spent together this summer. It had been hard on you, but this was one of the first summers where there weren’t any life threatening wars and it was the first summer where you had truly seen Percy and Annabeth together. It had started to sink in that Percy did not belong to you, and that you did not belong to him.

'Cause I keep letting you wreck my mind

Seek the truth and you will find

You're bad for me

Percy hadn’t meant to forget you- but his mind only thought of you when he saw you, tired and dirty, after they beat Gaia. He locked his eyes with you and memories flooded his mind of you- and him, and the warmth you brought him every time he had come back to camp- came back to you after his quests. Whereas Annabeth was his anchor to this world- you seemed to be the shore it led to. “(Y/n)!” he yelled as he ran towards you. You felt tears well up- it had been months and you were sure he was gone this time. You gripped the hoodie you were wearing- it was the first one he had given you, it was worn and torn now, but you had worn it today for luck, for him. As his arms closed around you, you felt tears escape your eyes, and as you spotted Annabeth slowly making her way to you, you cried a little harder.

I finally told myself it's time to move on

I finally told myself to stop writing songs

'Cause every time I leave you behind you run right back

Made up my mind there's no rewind don't come back

“I think I have enough hoodies, Perce.” you shrugged trying to play it off, but he glared at you. “No, I feel there is something else. What’s going on?” Ah, stubborn as ever. You let a faux smile adorne your face as you laughed. “There is nothing else, I promise.” And that was the problem- how much you had wished for more, there was nothing between the two of you. “You’re avoiding eye contact, you only do that when hiding something.” you looked up into his eyes, trying to prove him wrong, only to feel yourself crack.

“Why are you not looking at me? (Y/n)...” Percy’s tone took a dangerous turn as you looked away, trying to hide the fact that you had just stolen a hoodie from his closet. You knew he would figure it out, having only shoved the hoodie in the back of your shirt for now. “Nothing.” You smiled, unable to meet Percy’s eyes without giving yourself away. His eyes always made you crack and fess up- but you were inching closer to the door of his cabin as he sent a playful glare your way, noticing the sleeve falling out of your shirt. “Oh no you don’t!” he exclaimed as he ran to you and shoved you into one of the bunk beds, careful enough that you wouldn’t hit your head. You laughed as you wrestled together. Percy pulled the hoodie out of your shirt, but he was so distracted in his victory that he didn’t react when you pinned him to the bed. Your breaths intermingled as you smiled at him, feeling warm from the wrestling. “Okay! You win.” he smiled as he held up his arms as well as he could. You smiled triumphantly as you grabbed the hoodie. “See you at dinner!” you yelled at him as you ran out of the cabin, leaving behind a very flustered Percy. Oh, if his hoodies made you this happy, he would for sure give you more.

'Cause you know just what to do

To make me forget that I'm so mad at you

And I can't help but hate you

'Cause I'm still in love with you

Even though you put me through hell

Percy sighed, hating the fact that he was unable to just guess what was wrong with you. He used to be able to do so- to look you over and just know. He barely knew who your other friends were just now. “Look,” you started and Percy’s heart skipped a beat as he saw the seriousness on your face, “I will- I just,” you seemed nervous, since when did he make you nervous? “I will just miss you, Perce. We’re all growing up and moving and-” you were starting to ramble but Percy interrupted your thoughts with a smile and a hand on your shoulder.

“I will miss you too! But we’ll just write to each other, and you can visit New Rome- and I’ll come here with Estelle!” his cheerfulness seemed to form a pit in your stomach- no you wanted to move on and once again he was stopping you from doing so, but was it really his fault? You had never truly confessed your feelings, all the ‘love you’s that were exchanged tinged with a platonic taste. If Percy knew of your feelings, he didn’t seem bothered, and how could he be? How could he know when you always tried to push him away? Put the hurt in his eyes when you tried to give back the last hoodie, when you tried to finally close the bond between the two of you that had stabbed you in the chest. This boy- this man had never done anything wrong to you as long as you knew him, and it hurt to try to let him go. You never wanted to harm Percy, you wanted to see his stupid smile as he talked about his days- as he talked about his love- as he pressed his hoodie back into your arms. You felt your resolve crumble, knowing fully well that this was on you as you smiled at him, Percy seemingly happy to return his stolen hoodies to you.

So maybe I'm the masochist

Maybe that's why I still miss your kiss

Not sure who I hate more

Me or you

You regretted going to the campfire today- you were still tired from the fight, and after the burial rites nobody seemed to be in a good mood. You had realized that, after Percy broke the hug and kissed Annabeth in front of you, that the boy you once thought was yours had truly gone and wouldn’t come back. You felt the heaviness in the air as your heart seemed to beg you to let out more tears. “How are you doing?” Percy sat down next to you and you looked him over, unconsciously avoiding looking at his face. Percy had hoped to make you feel a bit better, because he had noticed that you weren’t yourself- something was wrong and you avoiding his eyes only brought more certainty to his hypothesis. “I’m fine,” you looked into the fire.

“You’re not.” he simply stated, “I got you a gift.” you brought your gaze to him, as he gave you a hoodie. You smiled softly, unable to stop the tears coming out of your eyes. You had wanted to refuse- but you were unable to speak. “I saw how torn up yours was- I didn’t even know you still had that old one.” Percy let out a little laugh- one that was not soulless, but also not happy, “so, see this as the hoodie you are actually allowed to own.” You looked up and saw him smile, oh you were helpless. You pressed your lips closed as you shook your head. “Really Percy?” was all you got out before you felt more tears come up.

“So what’s wrong?” Percy repeated his question and you took a deep breath. “I-” your voice quivered, your brain quickly thinking of a way to tell him but not tell him, “I just lost-” your breath caught up in your throat and Percy wrapped one arm around you, pressing you into his chest. “It’s hard,” he whispered into your hair, “You’ll get through, and I will help you, okay? I’ll be there for you.” he promised and you nodded as you cried into the chest of the person you loved and lost, allowing yourself to feel like this a little longer.

'Cause I keep letting you wreck my mind

Seek the truth and you will find

I'm bad for me, oh

I'm bad for me

I'm bad for me, oh

I'm bad for me

I'm bad for me

I'm bad for me

I'm bad for me

I'm bad for me

I'm bad for me

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[fizzing-imagines]

Bumper Sticker | Househusband! Steve Harrignton x Specops! Henderson! Reader

Notes: Idk what went through my head when I wrote this. Reader is genderneutral in this.

Warnings: Mention of war

Words: 759

"Steve, you won't believe what the guys handed out at work today." Those were the first words you said when you walked through the front door of your house while throwing your bag on the ground. "I'm very happy to see you again, it's only been four months." Steve went up to you, pulled you closer to him and kissed you. Happily, you kissed him back and wrapped your arms around him. "I missed you.", he whisper in between kisses. "Missed you too.", you whispered back. Your kissing lasted for a good while before you two broke the kiss. Steve rested his chin on top of your head, breathing in your scent you've always came back with after deployment. Gunpowder and iron. "Did you get hurt? Can I do anything for you?", he asked after a while. "You can look at this.", you got out of his arms to pull something out of your bag. It was a sticker your captain gave you before you left base; a big bumpersticker that said 'Military Wife' with a camo background. "Cap got one for all of us." You were grinning ear-to-ear, thinking how hilarious it would be to have him drive around with that sticker on his car. "You're serious?", he asked once he saw the sticker. "This is what excites you so much that you can't say hello?" Instead of getting defensive, you nodded your head while still grinning. "Jesus Christ (Y/N), you're mad." He took the sticker into his hand and looked at it. "Would it really make you that happy if I put that on my car?" Once again, you nodded while grinning. Steve sighted, then pulled you into his chest again. "Jesus, (Y/N), I can't say no to you." You squealed in excitement and kissed him. "Thank you baby, I love you.", you said afterwards. Your husband has never been more confused as to why this exactly made you so happy. Then he remembered the everlasting joke you and your brother Dustin had over him being your housewife. "Wanna take a bath?", you finally asked him while taking off your jacket. He didn't have to think twice about his answer. The kids were in school or daycare for five more hours, you had enough alone-time as a couple. "Let me wash off the dirt first, I don't wanna make the water nastier than it has to be." While you took a quick shower in the guest bathroom, Steve drew a bath in your master bathroom. And he went all out, with bubbles, essential oils and candles. He even made you tea to drink while being in the bathtub together. Once you were done, you went upstairs to join him. Your body was wrapped in a towel, your hair was damp and loosely hanging. As soon as you stepped into the bathroom, Steve walked up to you. "Let me look at you, (Y/N)." He took the towel off of your body and looked for any bruises, cuts or scratches. Your knees were beyond bruised, almost purple, and so were your elbows. A large cut was on your hip, although it didn't need stitching it looked like it hurt a lot. Your elbows were scrapped up, your knuckles red and a large bruise went along your right upper arm. You never told Steve what you endured during deployment - it would worry him even more. All he saw afterwards was the state you were in, and that alone made him worry. He didn't need to know that your knees were bruised from dodging bullets, or that the cut on your hip was from someone trying to stab you with their knife. Steve always fixed you up afterwards, took the best care of you and made sure you were ready to face day-to-day life as parents.

"This is nice.", you said as you leaned against his chest in the warm water. His hands held yours as you sat between his legs, relaxing in each others presence. "When does Dustin get off work?", you asked him after a while. Steve had to think about it for a bit. "Maybe two hours. He had some nightshift thing, I don't know." Steve and Dustin were still as close as ever, and now that he was Steve's brother-in-law, their bond was even closer. "You're the only one who knows I'm back. Wanna have a surprise tour later?" Your husband chuckled, then kissed the top of your head. "With my new bumper sticker on the car?" You laughed at his question.

"Oh, definitely."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington

[gurugirl]

Guru! Angel love!! I've been slowly catching up with your writing and it's so good. I've been way behind but now the project I'm working on is over so I have time to breathe finally. I also subscribed to your patreon because I adore you and what you write.

The Trapper was so sweet. That was such a good story and I've never read anything like it before. I love your brain. Maybe Fate might be the cutest thing I've read. Harry is so hot. Also??? Ex boyfriend's dad? I'm obsessed. So looking forward to seeing the next part.

How has your week been? How is school? I know you said you've been busy with a class. I think you're killing it! Keep up the good work!

I'm also here because I want to vent. My girlfriend and I have been together for three months and two weeks ago I missed one of her texts to me. She needed me to pick her up but I didn't see it because I was with my brother (skipping boring details) and she was so mad at me. I didn't see her text until later that night and at first she was mad and wanted to talk about why I didn't see it and accusing me of things that were just not true.

And I thought we were working it out but now she won't call or text or anything. I'm devastated. I know I should just move on. Her anger toward me was unjustified and the sudden silent treatment is worse than her being made. I don't know what to do. Logically I know what to do. I've been giving her space but now this just feels mean. I'm so sad.

Sorry to dump my issues on you. I just wanted to get it out. It's been very hard on me not knowing why she's not talking to me anymore suddenly. I mean I get the argument we had but I thought we were moving past it and she believed me when I told her what happened.

Hi babe! First of all, thank you so much! This is so nice to hear 🥺 I appreciate your support so so much. The Trapper is one of my faves too 🥺 And I've just been loving writing ex-boyfriend's dad harry! So happy you like them!!

As for your girlfriend being upset with you over something you didn't do? It's possible she has trust issues and this is her problem to get over. It's not yours, even though you are being directly affected by her insecurity.

However, the silent treatment is cruel and manipulative. It's totally fine for someone to need space to think about something but to keep it up is abusive and very damaging to a relationship. It means she isn't mature enough to understand how to communicate issues properly and healthily with you. If she really wants to keep you in her life she'll speak to you about the issue but it sounds like after her bout of anger she may still not believe you and therefore is now stepping away from the relationship bc silent treatment will very very quickly erode your trust as well. I think a lot of people see no harm in such a response but it's used to inflict pain and maybe she's looking for an apology from you which it doesn't sound like you owe her.

Check out this article by PyschCentral to read in lay terms about the affects of being ignored and given the silent treatment. I had this article on hand because I'm finishing up a psychology of communication class and this is a source I used for a paper I wrote a couple weeks ago. There are also links to studies within if you want to take it further.

Babe, we've all been given the silent treatment but for it to go on for this long is very hurtful. Last time this happened to me I recognized what they were doing, gave them many chance to speak with me, and then cut them off before it did more damage to me (I also apologized at one point even though, upon learning why they were giving me the silent treatment, I hadn't done the thing they thought I did - so their manipulation worked on some level). Don't allow your girlfriend to make you feel this way. You need to take care of yourself first. Your mental health comes first. I'd step away and try to move on if I were you. If she comes to you to talk, hear her out but she owes you a massive apology and it sounds like she has a bunch of maturing to do.

Good luck, babe!

xoxo

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[slowlydifferentbluebird]

Could you do a Chaeyoung(Twice) as your wife Headcanon? I love reading these so much!

Twice headcanon: Chaeyoung as your wife

Requests are open

Hello @tisasmallworld-blog, I'm happy that you like these type of headcanons. Hope that you enjoy this one too😄

Twice Chaeyoung X GN!Reader

SFW Content

Before Marriage

You two met in a very funny way

You were buying business at the supermarket, when your shopping cart stopped because you hit something

You were confused because your visual was free from obstacles

Only when you lean forward, you saw this short girl on the floor

"Oh my, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you" "Yeah, I noticed it"

But she wasn't really angry, because actually it happened more than you thought

To make up for it you offered a portrait of her

Then her eyes got all sparkly

She was enthusiastic about meeting a fellow artist

While portraiting her, you two discovered to have a lot in common

You saw each other another 3 times for some artistic jams before becoming a couple

And the proposal itself was artistic

In fact you made the ring yourself

The result was stunning: maybe it wasn't made of gold or gemstones, but even made with waste materials, it was the best ring Chae has ever made

She would say yes no matter what

But that was the final confirmation that you were her soulmate

Conjugal Life

You're the indie couple™

No, seriously, every couple activity is so cool and trendy

For her having someone who understands her and shares her passions is so important

And you give her so much joy daily

Every now and then you found between your stuff some sketches of you made by Chae

Every work has sweet title: "my love", "my heartbeat", "my reason to breath"

Moreover she often write songs for you

And some of them are part of Twice discography

Talking about Twice, the members accepted you as part of the family

They knew you were the one for her when you started talking about the Monet art during a midnight snack lol

The moment when Chae is the most affectionate is when she hasn't seen you for a long time

Like an hour after being back in Seoul, she's already in your bed cuddling with you

No matter what time is it

One time she even knocked at your door at 4 a.m., but honestly you weren't mad, because you missed her too

That magic sensation when you can talk about everything about your partner

No pressure, you two are just two good listener

And you're even better in giving suggestions

When she's not in the period of promotion with her group, she often drags you in some last-minute travel

"Y/N, prepare your suitcase, in two hours we have our plane for the Egypt" "Excuse me, but WTF?"

Actually you love this surprises journey, they make your relationship spicy

NSFW Content

Another spicy thing is yours sexual life

I mean, look at her in lingerie

After reading so much book, she became a true Femme Fatale

Your sex session lasts for hours

Aftercare excluded

She's always eager to try new things

Music is mandatory during the sex

The genre of music changes her behavior in bed

Rock makes her move faster, RnB makes her more passionate, Rap make her more sluttier, ecc...

But this could be a problem because she's a big exhibitionist

Like it's to hard to not be discovered having oral sex in airplane with the music on

One time you two had a threesome with Nayeon because of two reason

Chae wanted to try at least one time and Nayeon needed a good fuck

It kinda turned on watching you fucking another girl

But for now she prefer to continue be the only one who can touch your body

#kpop #kpop girls #kpop headcanons #kpop reactions #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpop x y/n #kpop x reader #kpop x gender neutral reader #twice reactions #twice chaeyoung #twice #twice headcanons #twice scenarios #twice imagines #twice fluff #twice smut #twice x y/n #twice x reader #twice x you #chaeyoung #chaeyoung x reader #chaeyoung smut #chaeyoung fluff

[aetheternity]

Its been a year my love 💞

By the time this is posted I will have been a Venti main for a year and I can't even begin to properly explain how much this sweet angel has done for me. He doesn't even realize how much he's impacted my life.

I've talked about it a couple times before but when I started playing Genshin, Chongyun was my favorite character but after I had finished the archon quest Venti had quickly made it to the number two spot within the next three months he'd became my favorite. (Because Chongyun refused to come home and because Xingyun shippers ruined him for me ya'll know the drill at this point.) I remember saying that despite my love for him I wasn't going to pull for him because I hated using bow characters on my laptop.

I had had such a difficult time with the Dvalin part of Mondstadt's archon quest and I kept dying with Venti though I found humor in it as his dying line kept going waa waa waaah. I started playing through the Liyue quest and once I was done with that I found myself missing Venti so much. I quickly returned to Mondstadt to do his story quest and it was during his trial period that I knew I wanted him so much.

After that I started training everyday to get good at using bow characters. I would use my Fischl's aimed shot as much as possible and worked myself up until I was very comfortable using bow characters. His rerun ended up being a good five months after all of that and I didn't pull any characters on any banner except for Gorou on Itto's first ever banner. He came home during the Irodori festival with one pull sixty one soft pity, guaranteed because I had gotten Mona on the last banner.

I was so excited I sobbed because I finally had my beautiful boy and he's barely left my team since. I only take him off when I'm fighting anemo related bosses or anemo resistant bosses.

I love to think that he was waiting for me to pull because he came home so fast. I told my friend at the time how much I love him. He's just such a beautiful character.

I wanna properly explain all my feelings and the reason I love him the way the way I do and I finally feel mentally prepared to get it all out there.

So here we go. Around the time I started playing Genshin I had recently gotten out of a pretty messy breakup. The guy in question and I had started dating when we were eighteen our relationship lasted till we were twenty. During this time my now ex had been trying to help me cope with the fact that I was a child abuse victim.

Not gonna get too deep into that but I had realized when he was talking to me about his family and the kind of relationship he'd had with his mom that my childhood wasn't normal and I was extremely jealous of how kind and gentle his mother was towards him in comparison to how my parents were. Which lead to resentment pretty early on which made me lash out at him a lot. I had spent a lot of that time trying to piece together my feelings trying to cope with all this new found hurt and I was so young I didn't know how to.

But even before he'd made me look at it genuinely I'd always had this feeling. This gnawing weight on my chest like I wasn't breathing as though a weight were sat on my chest. It started when I was probably about thirteen that I didn't feel free. I'd go to school and be happy to be out of my house but I everyday I felt an immense sense of dread at the knowledge that I'd have to go back home. I knew I was dealing with something bad because I grew less and less happy as I aged and everything made me mad. I was always mad or sad and I took it out on everyone.

When I was sixteen I was diagnosed with depression. Things get darker from here so trigger warning.

Circling back to when I was eighteen. I had asked my mom if I could go to therapy because my ex had told me I needed it for my anxiety (which I'd had my whole life) and my depression (Keep that in mind). I was paired up within a few weeks with a man who was in sixties. Long story short he didn't help me and I ended up leaving therapy with more trauma then I'd gone in with. He'd constantly made really gross remarks towards me and asked me about my period and when I was going to get on birth control.

He'd even asked me when I was planning to have sex with my then boyfriend and when I'd told him I wasn't sure if I was ready he'd told me to hurry and decide or my now ex would probably dump me for an easier girl.

Something I've neglected to mention until now was that even with my boyfriend back then I hadn't felt like he was a completely safe space. We fought a lot and he'd often said things that made me feel worse about myself. He slut shamed me and got really mad when we had the exes talk and he found out I had more exes than he did. He'd screamed at me a couple times and he had lovebombed me less than a month into the relationship. But I was a dumb eighteen year old who thought I was in love so yeah..

That weighed feeling was so intense with him because he never left me alone and he didn't respect my boundaries at all. I'd ask him to give me an hour of space he'd get mad and guilt trip me into shortening the time or telling me I didn't love him. He'd cry and I'd stay. Once we had actually broken up he'd cursed me out so bad said that I'd been a horrible girlfriend and that I was a loser yada yada yada. He'd turned all our friends against me but we had stayed friends because I still had feelings for him.

During that time he made fun of anything I said. Told me he hated me and wished I'd just fuck off and confessed to me that he hadn't been truthful during our relationship about never having done anything sexual with anyone. (We were both bisexuals) he'd given oral to a guy two years before we dated and I had never done oral or anything sexual with anyone which I had been honest about.

Once I'd finally cut ties with him for good the entire weight of every single thing he'd done, everything my parents had done to me, my old therapist all of it came crashing down on me like a ton of bricks. I had started cutting again for the first time since I'd been hospitalized at sixteen and I had been gifted a new therapist she is the same woman I still have to this day. At the time I was nineteen and by the time I was twenty I had slowly started to get slightly better. By the time I finally picked up Genshin I was twenty one years old. I was still suffering pretty bad mentally from all the horrible pain I'd suffered in a relationship with my ex and my relationship with my parents was god awful I couldn't talk to them about anything.

I played through the first story quest of Genshin and Paimon had asked Venti what the god Barbatos stood for and when he said freedom I felt like I could breathe again for the first time. Like he'd shoved that boulder on my chest away and was pulling me out of the rubble I'd been buried beneath for so long.

Freedom was all I ever wanted to have. All that I had been secretly pining for and ever since then Venti's had such a deep place in my heart. I fell in love with him so fast. I found LunAsmr about three weeks later and I listened to Venti tell me he loved me. Sometimes I wish I could tell him personally just how much he's changed my life cause who knows where I'd be without him.

I don't know maybe I've said too much but every time I hear a new voice line from him or I get new information about him I fall so much more in love with him. I felt like I was too broken to be loved or to feel love towards another living thing but he came along and took all of that worry away. He's not a comfort character he's THE comfort character and I am so thankful that Hoyo made him because he's my everything now. I'm in such a better place.

He has the biggest room in my teapot and the number one spot on my team because he's just that important to me because he's so honest and kind and everything I never knew I wanted.

If you've actually read this far wow and thank you. All of this stuff is so heavy but I knew I wanted to get this out for the anniversary of my favorite character coming home to me. I know I'm putting a lot of information out there for a bunch of strangers to read but I wanted people who I will never see in real life to know everything, all of the beautiful things Venti has done for my life because I can't tell Venti himself!

I'm so happy to have mained this amazing archon for this long though and I can't wait till we reach two years. I hope other Venti mains have just as much peace in his existence as I do everyday.

#just my own little personal stuff about Venti

[abronzeagegod]

ETS WIP Chapter 12: Here's The Problem, It's a Big One

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"How do you know I'm the real one?" Aeth asked Lyta as they looked down at the dead body of the nightmare.

Lyta looked at Aeth. "Really?"

"There are weirder things out there. I can be anyone! Anything!"

"There's only one of you and you're it."

"How can you be sure?"

"Because the Aeth I know and love doesn't have a body that looks like a shed skin and eat and consume people. And you came first."

"But-"

Lyta cut off their existential crisis with pure, simple, concrete statement. "You are you. That's how it works. This thing is not you because it couldn't be by virtue of being itself."

"What?"

"Exactly," Lyta said firmly.

"But-"

"Nope."

Aeth clearly wasn't allowed to have a moment of self-doubt with Lyta around. Not about their nightmares becoming them.

"Why is my apartment so cold and covered in snow?"

Lyta finally faltered. "That's a longer story."

Several minutes later when Aeth had recovered enough and get into a shower, with Lyta outside cleaning up she explained.

"My magic font was all rage and vengeance and with this Swwarm app doing something weird to everyone is was super mad, I was super mad, and I was basically overflowing with magic. When I finally snapped out of whatever was happening I raced over here," Lyta explained as she tried, and failed, to mop the snow up.

"Why did you choose rage and vengeance?" Aeth asked loudly from within the shower.

"I didn't really, I built a font and kind of had to figure it out."

"Why is your rage cold?"

"Look, we can get into this all day later, and I'm happy to talk about this with you, but there's a whole thing with this App that seems terrible and I'm covered in magic power, and your nightmare got out. This all feels bad."

"I was looking into it before... everything," Aeth said as they finally turned the shower off.

"What did you find out?" Lyta asked from her position outside the bathroom door. She had given up trying to clean up the snow. She hadn't fully managed to desummon her sword and it wasn't helping so she just kind of gave up and leaned against the wall outside Aeth's bathroom.

Aeth exited the bathroom with a towel around their head and a fluffy bathrobe on. Whatever they said was lost on Lyta.

Even though it wasn't an especially sexy look, or anything even remotely revealing, Lyta was still a bit stunned. Aeth was here, they were back, they were looking cleaned and better, and that made Lyta so inexplicably happy.

"What? Do I have something on my face still?"

"No. You look fine. I'm just happy to see you."

Aeth moved quickly into their room because suddenly they felt very hot despite the freezing temperatures in the apartment. "As I was saying. I went looking into the app and it's all very suspicious."

"Suspicious how?"

"It basically has no listed creator, team, company, or anything that would indicate it was actually an app that was made."

"As opposed to what?"

"A virus."

"To like harvest data or something?"

There was silence before Aeth came out in their favorite worn overalls and black tank top. "This is my new crazy idea, so hear me out."

"Always."

"I think this app is a ritual, something to make people tense and on edge."

Lyta stopped to consider it, and to consider Aeth. "For what purpose?"

"Chaos? Maybe? Or to feed off our anger or something."

Lyta frowned, "I don't know this feels like we're missing something."

"I have notes I was making, some of them are still open on my phone."

"You remember what they were?"

Aeth shook their head. "I don't everything has been a bit fuzzy the last couple of days."

Lyta frowned. "Just be careful. I still have a terrible feeling about this whole thing."

Aeth went to find their phone, itself a small task, since 3812 didn't use the thing and Aeth couldn't remember where they left it since the whole vent started. When they did eventually find it underneath the the dining room table.

They reached for their phone, put in their password, and things immediately went wrong.

A purple-pink tentacle reached out of the phone screen and swiped at Aeth.

They quickly dropped the phone as the tentacle drew blood. The moment the phone hit the floor another three tentacles drew themselves out of the phone screen and started to flail around madly to prevent anyone from getting close.

Lyta, without thinking, summoned and threw a frozen spear at the phone. The fractal blade cut the device in half and embedded itself in the floor.

"What the hell?" Lyta asked.

Aeth rubbed the back of their hand. The cut wasn't that bad. Their heart was pounding though, and wasn't showing any signs of slowing down.

"What do we do now?" Lyta asked. "Is there somewhere we can go? Someone we can talk to? This is getting so far out of hand that I don't even know what to do."

"I have one idea. It might not be the best idea though."

"Am I going to hate this?"

"No. But it might be awkward."

Several minutes later, and inside of Lyta's car, that mercifully hadn't been ticketed or towed, Aeth gave their friend directions.

The drive was the opposite of pleasant. It was deeply terrible actually. More so than usual it felt like no one was able to drive. The road rage was heightened and Lyta was holding on to the wheel with both hands and a grip that could crush glass.

They were cut off constantly, with people driving recklessly and distracted.

Lyta's grip on her anger was tenuous at best, if it wasn't for Aeth being next to her she might have lost it and succumbed back to the anger spiral.

The drive took entirely too much time, but they finally made it.

Their destination was a small, cozy looking house. It felt like a home.

A small child runs out of the house to greet them as Lyta parked the car in front.

"Hey!" she screams in the bright voice of a happy child that can only communicate the sheer level of happiness via screaming. "Sir Lance Corporal wanted to see you! He's gonna be so excited to see you!"

"What the fuck is happening?" Lyta whispered to Aeth.

"It's a very long story, but this is a place where we might be able to get something to help us out."

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