#its not sad because his friend died and then hopeful because he told him to do good its fuckin

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

god its 1am i cannot be doing this

#bsd yt tiktok whatever they don't GET IT #its not sad because his friend died and then hopeful because he told him to do good its fuckin #imagine your life lowkey going to shit and you lose one friend and then your other friend of 3 years knowingly marches to his death and you #cant convince him otherwise but you go to him anyway and he's dying youre watching him die #the anime doesn't do much well but dazais hand shaking covered in blood is a Visual you dont get it #dazai trying to be like we will save you just fucking gets me #think abt the aftermath #“Dropping onto his knees by Odasaku’s side‚ Dazai looked up to the ceiling and closed his eyes. His tightly shut lips faintly trembled.” #think abt that #and the way the stageplay turns that into full on crying #he is literally 18 his lifes like partly collapsed he just held his friend until he died #and when he leaves this room hes going to uproot himself entirely #this isnt coherent in any way but it hurts me #it hurts me so much #odas death doesnt hurt because its odas DEATH it hurts because its ODAS DEATH #also im thinking abt how in the anime dazais coat fell off when he ran to oda #he burned that #he had to pick it up and leave #do you ever think about that #he had to pick it up and walk away

[lianaisabsent]

BSD men if you died

synopsis: you died the day he was planning to propose to you, and God has he never hated any day like that day.

CHARACTERS: Dazai, Ranpo, chuuya

DAZAI OSAMU

He's already lost his dear friend and now the one person he allowed himself to be vulnerable to, someone he allowed himself to get attached to was gone as well.

Fate was playing a joke at this point. Did the world hate seeing him alive and well so much?

He got even more shut in after this, refused to talk to any agency member and pretended like everything was fine.

It was the day he decided “maybe I can allow myself to love someone truly.. Maybe this time it won't be taken away maybe this time I can truly allow myself to be happy" he decided he'd propose, propose after you come back from the mission.

That maybe however was a mistake on his part, There was no maybe in his life. He was born to loose everything.

he chuckled dryly staring at your grave, he couldn't cry he had no tears left now he had truly become a man who lost it all.

He couldn't live anymore, if life wasn't a chore already it certainly was now. He promised to his dear friend he'd live but when he did find a reason to live, to feel he lost it yet again.. It's like fate itself hates him

The day he found your body, he was shocked he was too shocked to even see anything he held your body he screamed and screamed he felt so so vulnerable. How could you leave him? Why would you leave him? You promised you'd stay with him.

After your funeral he spent a whole week at your grave and hoped maybe you light revive and come back and maybe you'll kiss him like you used to, maybe you might bring back life to his cold lips that have been cold ever since your body left all its color.

He did not know anymore he did not care anymore, he felt like living for anyone wasn't worth at this point. Lovers till death they said? What a load of crap.

RANPO EDOGAWA

He knew it. He knew it. He knew it

He couldn't stop it. He knew it. He couldn't stop it.

He cried, he never cried like that he knew it he knew something would happen if you went there on that mission

He didn't eat nor sleep

Cried by your grave and fukuzawa had to take him back to his place to comfort him.

Yosano tried to comfort him as well

Didn't bother poe for a whole two weeks

As soon as you left for that mission even though he told you not to, even though he said he had a surprise you still went. He received the news, he knew something bad would happen but he really didn't expect news of your funeral.

He cried and cried he wasn't ready to let your body go, he didn't want to let it go, he wished he stopped you somehow, any way he could he should have tried.

He stayed by your grave telling you about everything that went on in the armed detective agency even though he knew you weren't there to listen to his ramblings anymore. It only made him sob more

He didn't have it in him anymore, he felt like what was the hardest of being a great detective if he couldn't even save his one and only love.

Seriously everyone was concerned for him, ranpo was never the same after your death.

CHUUYA NAKAHARA

He was angry, he was confused, he was sad.

He felt an anger he never knew he had.

His powers even got the best at one point.

He didn't listen to anyone, he was so angry at your death because you promised just yesterday you wouldn't leave him. How could you

In the port mafia a death isn't really much of a big deal, it happens every now and then but that one death, your death. It wasn't normal at the least, not for chuuya it wasn't.

God knows how much anger he felt that he couldn't help, that he couldn't use his power to save you, that he couldn't hold you in his arms anymore or listen to your voice or feel your touch.

He absolutely hated it. He drowned himself in alcohol, he rummaged through every one of your belongings and kept them close to him. He was so angry, annoyed and frustrated.

How could you just leave him? He planned to propose today, to get down on one knee and give him whole life to you! Yet you just go ahead and die?

He knew it wasn't your fault. He knew you weren't to blame for your death but he had no one else. No one else to blame the death on because the boss closed the case saying it wasn't important. God, has he not hated any other day like the day of your death.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd season 4 #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #ranpo x reader #dazai angst #nakahara chuuya #chuuya angst #bsd

[artsyjedi]

Life on its form

Any driver x fem!ooc (only mentioned as she)

WARNINGS: driver dies, there are references to depression (mentions of giving up). HEAVILY ANGST - if you find something else, let me know.

Also there's probably some grammar mistakes here and there.

A/N: it's the saddest thing i've written in a year but I couldn't waste the idea. Hope you enjoy :)

From books to movies, love seems to be this enormous thing that works like missing pieces from a puzzle.

Love is supposed to fulfill the empty spaces.

And is very common to hear people say: “It takes effort, and sometimes it’s tiring. But it’s worth it.”

So, during every single relationship, she tried. She tried her best to make it work – because that’s what it takes, right? To some she was loud, to others she was more of an introverted. Fun but not funny, you know? At one point, to one of her partners, she was just enough. She never got too angry or too sad or too happy.

Her partner loved when their friends talked about her. About how good she was, how they wished their own partners were like that. She never complained when he went out with his buddies, wasn't jealous when he got too close to another woman. She was a good girl. His good girl.

It was tiring. But… love requires that. You need to give to receive. And they were good. They were also enough to her. Even when they got mad, like mad-mad, everything was just fine.

For four whole months, they had planned this trip to enjoy the always so beautiful and fun European summer. When the day arrived, they simply said she should go alone, that they weren't on the mood and would be a terrible company. And, on top of all that, they said:

"You should go alone, make friends. It's gonna be good for you. For us, you know? To be apart."

Great. She thought. That clearly meant the relationship wasn't on its best moment. Ups and downs (even though it was more downs than ups). That’s what relationships are made of. No need to think any deeper.

So was right there, on that small country on the northen coast of the Mediterranean Sea, that she learned that love is actually simple and effortless. It comes, stays and requires nothing.

He taught her that. All he wanted from her was sweet nothing.

What was supposed to be a four week trip, became two months. And then three. Between somewhere here and there, she texted her now ex to let them know she wasn't coming back.

All her friends and family thought she had lost it. Who ends a three years relationship because of some random person they just met? They truly thought she had gone mad (to which she responded: yes! Madly in love!).

Was after a great night where they lived, laughed and loved, that he told her he was a Formula 1 driver. She imediatly wanted to cry. Not because of fear of everything being too much, or because he started to ramble about his plans with his ever so excited smile.

She cried because, for the first time in a long time, she felt safe. It didn't matter what would happen, if he was famous, if she would need to deal with all types of people.

He had her. She had him. Nothing else mattered.

When they had to leave the little world they had created during those months and go back to reality, all they felt was deep and raw love.

And then the months became a year. Then a year and a half. And then two years. And then they were living together. What started with a small space on his drawer, became a full section on his closet.

When routine started to catch up, during times where her work demanded more and so did his, with more and more races being add to the calendar, they decided to create a sort of system. Something silly. Something them.

They downloaded some apps for couples, so when they couldn't be together, they could still do things together. Their favourite was one where they could draw. Also, at the end of each day, they would write down to each other those detailed text messages talking about all things.

He also started to leave notes on the pockets of her clothing before leaving. Sometimes he would write poetry, something to make her laugh, or some sort of reminder of how much he loved her. He also loved to leave things with the notes: small gifts, from jewelry to chocolate.

No matter what happened, she knew it would always have something.

But it’s been three months since his accident. Three months she hadn’t found a note, the drawing app widget is nothing more than a white empty board and there is no more detailed messages.

She hadn’t attended the race that weekend, having too much work to do. They did made plans for going to this fancy restaurant he always wanted to try, though. Such a shame they never made it.

Would be a lie to say she remembers much from the days after the news. Actually, she barely remember the day itself. She knows she was the first to get to the hospital, that she was the one to call the family (both hers and his), and then talk with the team.

Some said they were sorry, some tried to find something to blame trying hard to sooth the situation.

But that was life on its form.

Even if it had someone or something to blame, what difference would make? He wasn’t coming back. She wouldn’t hear his laugh anymore, or his tantrums, or his rambling. She would never see again the way he used to lean against every surface he could, or how bad he was at hiding his emotions.

She would never touch him again.

And grief it’s different to every person. There’s no right or wrong way to feel it – as her therapist said. People feel what they feel when they feel and there's nothing you can do to change that.

She accepted easily, better than she thought she would, at least. She did got depressed on the first days, of course, but she kept on going. Always foward.

For first week of her work vacation, she went to her family house. No one dared to say anything. She was laughing, going out with old friends - what was surprising, considering they were sure she would give up.

But that's something she could never do.

She does have something to live for. The memories of every single moment they had together, good or bad, are worth living for.

Now it's been two days since she came back. The apartment is so quiet she allows herself to wonder why she didn't cried yet. From the balcony, she sees the sun making its way towards the line where the sky mets the sea. In a few minutes, it'll also be gone.

She smiles. Once, her therapist asked her "in one word, and just one, describe your love and why"

She answered that their love was just like the ocean. Not because it's unstable or deep, as some people say. She chose the ocean because it's endless and most likely, it won't ever go away. Now thinking better, she should've had chosen waves instead of ocean: always moving, always coming and going but never dissipating completely.

And that’s what their love is: something that will never just go. Now, some days she feels more, some days she feels less. But it’s there.

With this thought, she decides to change her clothes and do something she's been doing her best to avoid: to wear the last cardigan he bought. It was during that week, it came inside of a beautiful box and he had smiled saying, "i have great plans for this one".

Making her way to the small beach in front of their building, she takes a deep breath and fels that stupid feeling again. The one that puts her on the edge of something that never comes no matter how hard she tries. As if there's something waiting right around the corner.

The sky is now a mix of purple, pink and orange. It's beautiful. The wind becomes cold while she just stands there, feeling the sand wrap her feet. The waves crash, coming and going and then coming again.

It's when a bird flies too close to her that she puts her hands on both pockets. A reflex. Something so normal but that means a lot, specially when she feels one of her hands brush against something.

And there it is. She finally went over the edge, finally saw what is around the corner. Her eyes gets watery, she can feel tears falling down her cheeks and sees the wet dots being created on the sand. She laughs. Suddenly life is less heavy.

Her body almost gives in, but she manages to sit properly. With another deep breath, she sees what he left for her.

Two years ago, during a race week on the US, they managed to scape go to Santa Monica. He insisted on going to the photo booth and she hated every single one of the pictures. He told her to chose one to keep, the others could go.

And he carried that one with him everywhere. Either on his wallet or inside of his helmet.

And now the picture is on her hand, wrapped in a small paper. She's sure it was already there when he gave it to her, and when he kissed her goodbye for the last time.

On his crap handwriting, was written: a memory for you to keep until I come back.

Seing the sun finally disappear and the moon rise on the other side, she reliases she created another memory for her to keep on living for.

#formula 1 imagines #any driver x reader #charler leclerc x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #pierre gasly x reader #lando norris x reader #esteban ocon x reader #yuki tsunoda x reader #zhou guanyu x reader #logan sargeant x reader #nyck de vries x reader #mick schumacher x reader #felipe drugovich x reader #alex albon x reader #max verstappen x reader #valtteri bottas x reader #sergio perez x reader #lance stroll x reader #fernando alonso x reader #sebastian vettel x reader #oscar piastri x reader #carlos sainz x reader #george russell x reader #kevin magnussen x reader #nico hulkenberg x reader #formula 1 x reader #daniel ricciardo angst #mick schumacher angst #artsy writes

[chloe-skywalker]

Not My Decision - Stiles Stilinski

Stiles x reader sister

Derek x reader-ish

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,085

Requested: TW imagine the reader is Stiles sister and u get into an accident and Derek turns u into a wolf and Stiles goes against ur wishes and u get pissed at him for doing so and Peter actually takes care of u - @cokecola4211

Authors Note: I enjoyed the concept behind this request, it was ajoy to write. Maybe a Part 2?

Masterlist

Teen Wolf Masterlist

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“Help!” Stiles yelled out carrying Y/n into the hospital. She was covered in blood and therefore so was Stiles.

“Stiles what happened?” Melissa asked as she called a team over with a gurney.

“Just please help her.” Stiles pleaded as he placed her on the rolling hospital bed. He had to watch as they rushed into emergency surgery. Scott had come running in after he had parked the Jeep for his friend. They Both sat down in the waiting room. It didn’t take long for the others to hear about what happened and soon pretty much the entire pack were in the waiting room.

Melissa came out a few hours later with a sad expression. “She’s stable for now.”

“For now?” Stiles asked with extremely worried eyes.

“I don’t know how long she’ll stay stable for.” She hated having to tell Stiles that his sister was basically dieing. Two kids she’s known their whole lives and practically considered her own at times.

“Mom?” Scott stood up with eyes that begged his mom to not say what he thought she was going to say.

“Its not looking good, hunny. I’m sorry. We should probably call your dad, Stiles.” Melissa bit her lip in solace that they’d probably all have to say goodbye.

“What if I could help? The bite.” Derek spoke up, he was very close to the female Stilinski. They were really good friends and if he was being honest he had a bit of a crush on her. Maybe he could save her.

“No. That could still kill her.” Scottt shook his head protesting, not liking the idea at all.

Derek shrugged his shoulders, trying not to show how much the possibility of Y/n dying affected him. “I’m just suggesting. It would be better to try then do nothing and lose her anyway.”

“That’s not what she would want.” Scott argued back. Truthfully he didn’t know if Y/n would want it or not but she would make comments about how it'd be hard being one would make life. Wasn’t that enough? “Stiles, you know that.”

“Do it.” Stiles didn’t care at the moment what anyone thought. He just couldn’t lose his sister.

“Stiles-”

“No Scott.” Stiles turned his head to look at his best friend. Stiles glanced down for a second before he continued. “I know it’s not what she’d want but I don’t have a choice. We don’t have a choice. Plus she trust’s Derek…”

Stiles knew Y/n probably wouldn’t want the bite, not without real thought put into it. But there was more of a chance for her to live. If they don’t do it, she dies. If Derek at least tries she might live.

“We have to try. I can’t lose my sister, Scott.” Stiles pleaded with his eyes.

“If the bite doesn’t take, then we still lose Y/n, Stiles.” Scott tried one last time, but truth be told Scott did think it was worth a shot. Y/n was like a little sister to him, he didn’t want to see her die either.

“At least we tried, because Scott we’re gonna lose her anyway if we don’t.” Stiles stated before turning his attention back to Derek. With a nod he stated. “Do it.”

“Follow me.” Melissa nodded at Derek and he followed her.

It was around 45 minutes before they came back out of the room. This time their faces looked more relieved.

“She's stable and improving.” Melissa smiled, happy to be sharing good news.

“The bite worked?” Lydia questioned the older wolf. Hoping she didn’t have to bury another friend.

Derek nodded with relieved eyes. “It worked. I can sense it. Feel it.”

After all, she was his beta now.

“Good. Good.” Stiles nodded, running his hands through his hair.

“You know she might be pissed.” Lydia looked to Stiles with a knowing look.

“Oh she’s going to be pissed.” Peter stated tauntingly, although he too was glad the girl was going to live. She didn’t treat him like the others.

“Then at least I made the decision that saved her life.” Stiles knew he made the right decision. But he really just hoped she would eventually forgive him.

Eventually everyone went home to get some sleep. Derek stayed and eventually Mr.Stilinski showed up. He showed up just in time when Y/n woke up. He was in there for a while before he asked Derek to come into the room. Which really made Stiles nervous.

Derek left the room not long before their dad did. The two shook hands and Derek left the hospital. Stiles was finally told by his dad that he could go see his sister. For a while the two siblings just sat in silence. Till Y/n spoke up.

“I’m different now. You made that choice for me.” Y/n stated looking down at her hands placed on her lap.

“I didn’t have any other choice.” Stiles stated back. Y/n nodded in understanding and Stiles was grateful that she did. But he still had a bad feeling.

“I need a break Stiles.” Y/n said looking at him with eyes Stiles couldn’t dechirer.

“What do you mean?” Stiles asked, confused, now sitting up in his uncomfortable hospital chair.

“I’m going to stay with Peter and Derek for a while. I already talked to dad about it.” Y/n explained biting her lip. It wasn’t an easy decision for her to have made but she needed space right now, and she needed Derek to help her learn to control her new abilities. Peter too, oddly.

“Y/n-” Stiles tried to interject but Y/n shook her head.

“I need time to adjust Stiles. To get used to my new life, the changes to my body and mind.” Y/n told him hoping he’d get why she was doing this. Why she had to do this. Y/n loved her brother but this? She needed time. “I also need time to understand your choice for my future. To calm down and be able to control myself. I don’t want to get angry at you and hurt you. You're my brother, we’re closer than close Stiles. We alway have been. But right now, I’m afraid I’m gonna hurt you.”

“Ok” Stiles couldn’t say anything else. She was angry at him and was afraid she’d hurt him because of her anger. Anger at him for the choice he made for her. Even though she was pissed, she was still protecting him.

Taglist: @padawancat97

#x reader #y/n #imagine #imagines #teenwolf #teen wolf #teen wolf imagines #teen wolf imagine #derek hale #derek hale imagine #scott mccall #melissa mccall #peter hale #lydia martin #stiles stilinski #stiles x y/n #stiles x reader #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinski x sister reader #stiles stilinski x sister!reader

[steddieas-shegoes]

The top of your blog says you're still taking requests,no pressure though of course: Eddie lives through the events of s4 and heals in the hospital, his name is cleared, Eddie spends his time with his uncle and his friends, plays games. He notices that Steve sort of remains on the back burner, shows up to little gatherings but keeps himself at a distance, busies himself with small tasks. Keeps the focus on Eddie, and is content to sort of stare at everyone, and not join in. Eddie gets worried and asks Robin whats up with Steve, why does he keep just standing in the corner or the kitchen smiling instead of joining in, I think he's bumming the kids out, Robin. And she has to calmly, and frightfully, remind him that Steve died over spring break. What are you talking about he's right there! I'd love a Ghost Steve who doesn't want to move on, wants to stay with his family. Doesn't want to be alone. Eddie is the only one who can see him at first(?)

OKAY SO THIS WAS SAD AS SHIT AND I LOVE THIS PREMISE. I especially love it because I have read A LOT of ghost Eddie fics, some where he was actually dead and some where it was a weird Upside Down thing and he was alive. I'm a big believer in happy endings so I went full speed ahead with the latter option for Steve. But since you requested ghost Steve not wanting to move on, I had to switch it up a bit to where Eddie couldn't just let it go. Still plenty of sad, but I had to make it hopeful and happy at the end because I am me. - Mickala ❤️

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While Eddie was in the hospital, it felt like he was in a bubble. His uncle was the only one allowed to visit for the first week, and then the kids were able to come by when his name was cleared.

They weren’t themselves, a cloud of sadness around them, but that was to be expected with everything that had happened.

Dustin, especially, clung to him more than he expected.

He figured it would be rough, he did almost die, after all, but this was on another level.

Dustin was with him every day for hours, sometimes had to be dragged out by his mom who understood, but only in the way a person who doesn’t know about the Upside Down could.

Robin came by sometimes, a haunted look on her face, none of her usual energy anywhere to be seen.

He managed to get her to crack a small smile twice.

When he left the hospital, things somehow felt worse.

The government had provided him and Wayne a new trailer, nowhere near the trailer park, even managed to get Wayne a new truck since Eddie’s van had been destroyed and Wayne’s truck was on its last leg for the last year.

His name was cleared, but that didn’t mean people changed their mind about him.

He mostly stayed at home, didn’t even attempt to go to the store with Wayne or anywhere but Dustin’s house or the Byers’.

The kids started begging for normalcy in whatever ways they could: meeting up for movie night, bringing Hellfire back, dinner at the Byers’ house.

Eddie was on board with it, wanted to put everything in the past just as much as they did.

He went to movie night, at Robin’s house while her parents were out of town instead of at Steve’s.

Steve, who hadn’t visited him once while he was in the hospital, hadn’t made it to any hangouts with the kids, apparently was coping with everything by ignoring everyone.

Eddie would have to do something about it soon because the kids were clearly missing him.

Movie night was okay, but he decided to have the next one at his house.

He told Dustin to let everyone know, didn’t think he had to be specific about everyone.

Steve didn’t show up on time, which was unusual since he was usually Dustin and Lucas’ ride. They rode with Nancy and Mike.

Everyone settled in, Eddie started the movie and passed out popcorn, waved goodbye to Wayne on his way out the door to his night shift.

Everything felt okay, but without Steve, it didn’t feel right.

Eddie could admit to himself he had a crush on him. He had one on him in high school, but that was easy to ignore when he was an asshole.

Now, he knew Steve was a good guy, protected these kids and Robin and Nancy with his life and didn’t hesitate even when he should.

It wasn’t just a crush anymore, he realized that while he was in the hospital. It was full blown feelings. Love.

Eddie sat in Wayne’s recliner in the corner, keeping an eye on everyone through the movie. He glanced over to the kitchen and saw movement, but didn’t think anything of it.

They paused the movie halfway through for bathroom breaks and refills on snacks and drinks, and Eddie followed all the kids into the kitchen to get his own beer.

He was startled when he turned the corner and saw Steve smiling at him from the corner.

He didn’t want to say anything, figured the kids had already said hello and he was just letting them get their stuff first.

But it was kind of weird that he’d come in the backdoor of a trailer he’d never visited when he easily could have come in the front door. Eddie watched as Steve leaned against the wall of the kitchen, watching everyone move around without saying anything.

It was weird, especially because the smile seemed to transform from a genuine one to a sad one quickly.

He didn’t want to draw attention to it, didn’t know how much Steve let the kids see usually, so he turned to grab his own snack from the counter.

Robin was standing there, staring at him, eyebrows pinched together.

“What were you looking at?”

“Uh,” Eddie glanced back over and saw Steve frowning now. “Steve? Looking like a kicked puppy in the corner?”

Robin’s face went from confused to worried in a millisecond.

“What? What do you mean?”

“Steve.” Eddie gestured towards where Steve was still standing, but now he looked panicked, like he wanted to interrupt. “Please feel free to make me not look insane, Steve.”

Robin glanced over to the corner, then back at Eddie, tears in her eyes.

“Eddie,” she said, voice sad, like she was about to break the worst news in the world to him. Then, she did. “Steve died. Remember? We had to leave him.”

That can’t be right. He could’ve sworn Steve was there when he was being pushed through the gate, when he gained just enough consciousness to look around and take inventory of the people around him. Steve was there.

“When did he die? He was at the…with the bats…he was at the trailer…right?”

Eddie looked back in the corner and saw Steve looking down at the floor.

And then Robin was pulling him into a hug.

“Nobody told you. They were supposed to tell you. And we-” she let out a sob. “We just haven’t talked about it. It’s hard to. Last time we tried, Dustin had to be given anxiety meds. I’m sorry, Eddie. He’s gone.”

She was crying through the explanation, almost too much for him to understand what she was saying.

But he watched as Steve wiped at his eyes in the corner.

Like he was crying. Like he was there.

He knew Robin wasn’t lying, she would never lie about something like this, and it would explain a lot of the behavior of everyone and Steve’s absence up until this point.

“Robbie, I-” Eddie didn’t know if it would help or hurt her to know he could see Steve right now. He made a decision based on the way Steve was watching them now, his eyes wide and sad, like he would be crying if he could. “I can see him right now.”

Robin pulled away, looked at him, then over at the corner.

“Right now? He’s there right now?”

Eddie nodded.

“Can you hear him say anything?”

“No, he hasn’t said anything. I don’t think he can.”

Steve was still just staring at them, and Eddie knew he was stuck.

If he was truly dead, he wasn’t moving on the way people do. If he wasn’t dead, then something super weird was happening and he would have to get help from everyone.

But he didn’t want to involve the kids, not for this. Because if Steve was dead, like they thought, and they went through the trouble of trying to find him, they’d be hurting all over again.

But if he wasn’t.

“Robin, were you sure he was dead? No pulse or breathing, no movement?”

Robin’s eyes widened.

“I mean, I guess as sure as we could be with how rushed and emotional we were? Nancy couldn’t find a heartbeat and he wasn’t moving, and we waited as long as we could, but he didn’t wake up. Do you think he isn’t dead?”

Steve was watching them, his fingers tapping against his arms that were crossed over his chest.

“How long can someone survive down there?”

“Eddie, look. I already talked to Hopper about it. He said even if somehow Steve managed to survive his injuries, they were bad enough that he would have probably been found by something and attacked. And even if he survived that, he’s been down there without food and water and clean oxygen for a month. The fact that Will survived a week was a miracle.”

He didn’t push. He could hear it in Robin’s voice that she’d already thought of every possible outcome, probably even tried to plan a rescue mission at some point.

She couldn’t take the disappointment either.

Eddie dropped it for now, but he watched as Steve watched him.

He just had a feeling that this was more complicated than Steve being dead.

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He let himself mourn that night.

While he didn’t feel like Steve was dead, he knew that no matter what, Steve had been missing from all their lives for a month.

He cried for hours, he cried for Steve, for Dustin, for Robin, for Max, for everyone who Steve loved so much that he died for them.

Himself included.

Because that’s what it came down to: Steve died protecting them.

They all took a risk, but Steve paid the price.

It wasn’t fair. The guy who put everyone first was the first one gone.

Eddie finally fell asleep, but it was restless. He kept getting flashes of Steve in his dreams, his face bloody, his body bloody, his screams loud.

Which was weird for a lot of reasons, one of them being that he didn’t know what injuries Steve even had when he died. The ghost he saw in his kitchen earlier had just been Steve, not bloodied or broken or scared.

When he managed to get up, he went through the motions of his day: brush his teeth, shower, eat breakfast, do his stretches, play guitar, eat lunch, clean up, talk to Wayne.

But by dinner, he felt like he had to do something. He had to figure out why he felt this buzzing energy around him.

He waited until Wayne left to get their dinner at the diner and bring it home, then he called Robin.

“Robin, is there a gate open somewhere?”

“Seriously, Eddie.”

“I just need to know! Maybe you’re right, in fact, you probably are. But what if you aren’t? What if he’s stuck down there? What if he’s too hurt to find a way back here?”

Robin was silent, but Eddie didn’t let that deter him.

“I know you guys were pretty sure. And I know you wouldn’t have left if you didn’t believe he was dead. But you said yourself you were emotional and overwhelmed and feeling rushed because of everything happening. It’s not that far of a stretch to believe that he could be alive.”

“Eddie.”

Her voice was broken.

She didn’t want to believe him.

“Okay,” he sighed. “Okay.”

“I know it’s hard. It’ll get easier, I hope. His parents just sold the house, and his car, so. He’s gone. We have to accept that.”

“Okay.”

But it wasn’t okay.

He hung up with Robin, promised he would try to get some sleep, take care of himself. It was a lie.

He ate dinner with Wayne, pretended he was doing alright, pretended he didn’t still hear the echoes of Steve’s screams in his head.

Wayne left early for work, claimed he was picking up some overtime due to them being short staffed still after the quake. He said he wouldn’t be home until nine the next morning.

Eddie nodded and pretended to head to his room for the night.

He did a lot of pretending until he was alone.

Then, he got on the phone with El.

El had gotten attached to him while Max was in a coma, stopping by to talk to him after she’d spent an hour or so with Max. She saw him as a cool older brother, especially when she realized Hopper wasn’t his biggest fan.

“I need to know if there’s a gate open.”

“Eddie, I do not know if I can help with that,” El responded slowly, carefully.

“What if I say it’s for a really good reason?”

“I am sure it is, but I promised Dad I would not open one.”

“But what if there’s one already open?”

“There is not. I would feel it.”

Eddie sighed. He didn’t want to make El break a promise, but this was worth it.

He knew Hopper would forgive her and him if he was right.

“Has Will mentioned feeling anything weird?”

Sometimes Will felt things that even El couldn’t, usually things happening only in the Upside Down. Everyone’s running theory was that it was because of the time he spent down there.

“No, he just feels the usual.”

“What’s the usual?”

“It is just there. Sometimes it is more there than other times.”

“And right now? It isn’t more than other times?”

“I think it is just always more than other times since Vecna.”

Hm. That could be something.

“Why does it feel like more sometimes?”

“It is hard to say. Sometimes it is nothing, sometimes it is because something is moving and trying to get out.”

“Is it always a creature?”

“It always was before.”

“El, I think Steve’s alive.”

There, he said it. He said it to someone who could probably actually help him, who would would help him if she believed him.

“Why do you think that? They said he was not breathing.”

“I know, but, look. Robin even said that they were being rushed and were crying and could have missed something.”

“But it has been a month.”

“I saw him. In the kitchen.” He hated saying this to one of the kids. They all loved Steve so much and if he was wrong, he really didn’t want this to hurt her. “At movie night. He was there, but only I could see him. Robin said maybe it was a ghost, but it seemed too real.”

“It was Steve?”

“Even if he’s de-,” Eddie stopped. “Gone. If his body is where it was left, it should be put to rest here. And if it isn’t, and he’s alive, then we can save him.”

“But we will get caught.”

“Not if we do it tonight. Hopper works nights this week, right?”

“Yes.”

“So he won’t be home to know you’re gone. Will is over at Dustin’s. Jonathan is so high, he won’t notice you’re gone. Joyce will be asleep by ten. You can sneak out.”

“What if you get hurt? I cannot go down there.”

That was a valid concern.

They defeated Vecna, and the Mindflayer hadn’t been a problem since, but that didn’t mean the other creatures weren’t still prowling around down there.

Out of all of them, he had the least experience with them, and she had every right to be worried.

“I can handle it. I’ll bring Steve’s bat.”

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He met El in the woods behind the cabin they were staying in. Hopper had redone it, adding two bedrooms and a bathroom so they could all fit more comfortably.

They silently hugged and kept walking further, away from any chance of being seen or heard.

El warned him that opening the gate was risky in other ways too. She had a lot of control over her powers, but sometimes using this much strength would leave her too tired to close it again, and they couldn’t leave a gate open for longer than it took for Eddie to get in, check for Steve, and get out.

They also ran the risk of her using a little too much power and making a gate that was too big for her to close at all.

But these were risks Eddie deemed worth it, and with some convincing, El did too.

They found a small clearing, big enough to make a gate that Eddie could fit through.

He didn’t let himself stop to think about the last time he was being pushed through a gate, how he was bleeding out and barely breathing. He only thought about how Steve was down there, dead or alive, and didn’t deserve to be.

“Are you ready?” El asked him, her hands digging into the earth below her.

“Ready.”

“Two hours. If you are not back in two hours, I call Hopper.”

That was the deal. That was the only way she agreed to do this.

He knew if it came down to him being gone for more than two hours, he’d probably be grateful to see Hopper.

“Got it.”

El nodded and closed her eyes.

The ground started shaking, Eddie held back the panic, and suddenly El was staring up at him, blood dripping from her nose, smiling.

The ground had opened between them, just big enough for Eddie to slip through, small enough for El to cover with sticks and leaves if someone came looking before their time was up.

“You will come back in two hours.”

“Sure thing, supergirl. With Steve, hopefully.”

“With Steve,” she added with a small smile.

Eddie didn’t think anymore.

He dropped himself down, ignoring the sinking feeling in his stomach when everything turned upside down on him.

He didn’t let himself hesitate, even though he wanted to.

He had a lot of ground to cover in a short amount of time, and if Steve was alive, he could be anywhere.

But he walked towards where Robin and Nancy had left him. It would at least confirm if he was dead, his body hopefully would still be there if so.

It was only two miles, but Eddie was never a very fast runner. The first mile went surprisingly well, much faster than he expected to be able to do it. But during mile two, he felt his legs shaking.

He was still technically healing, the physical therapy stretches he did every morning further proof that he still had a long way to go before he was completely recovered.

But he pushed through it, knowing that the way back would be worse and he couldn’t waste time now.

But when he got to the area between the Creel house and the trailer park, he saw no sign of Steve, or anything for that matter.

There weren’t even vines or dead creatures around.

He tried to remain calm.

Steve had been alive when they left him here.

He may not be now, but he had been.

That felt worse.

He pushed that aside and decided to run to the trailer park.

Steve wouldn’t have gone in the direction of the Creel house, and he wouldn’t have wandered aimlessly no matter how much blood he’d lost.

He would have gone to the place he knew they would be in hopes the gate was still open.

The trailer park had always been kind of eerie, even in broad daylight, so the Upside Down version was downright horrific.

Eddie ran directly to his old trailer, hoped that somehow Steve found shelter here.

It looked worse than what he remembered, blood on the floor from when they were half dragging, half carrying him after being a meal for the bats.

The door had been kicked in at some point, and he wasn’t sure how or when that could have happened after they left.

He almost didn’t want to know unless-

He could hear movement in the back bedroom. His bedroom.

It could be anything. Wind blowing through a broken window, a creature he wasn’t entirely prepared to kill, Steve.

God, he hoped it was Steve.

He slowly walked towards the bedroom, his hands shaking where they were holding on tight to the bat.

The door was open a few inches, and he could hear the movement more clearly.

It sounded like someone was in bed, shifting in the sheets.

Holy shit.

He pushed the door open.

Holy shit.

“Steve!”

Eddie dropped the bat and ran to the bed, only stopping himself from jumping onto it when he saw the blood.

There was a lot, though most of it looked old, like maybe Steve had crawled here and then couldn’t quite find his way back out.

Steve was pale. It was dark, and hard to make out a lot of details, but he could see that he was deathly pale.

“Steve?”

“Eddie?”

“Holy shit, Jesus Christ, Steve. Where are you bleeding from?”

“Um, I think my leg? And my stomach.”

His voice was raspy, sort of nasally like he was coming down with a cold. Could you catch a cold from being down here? Probably.

Eddie’s hands hovered over the sheets, ready to move them so he could try to help, when Steve suddenly turned on his side and threw up.

“Shit. Hold on, let me help you sit up.”

“Sorry. Sorry.”

Steve was crying, and Eddie didn’t know what to do.

He took a deep breath.

“You don’t have to apologize, Stevie. I’m sorry you’ve been stuck here. Can I check your heartbeat?”

Eddie needed to see if it was ridiculously fast or slow, needed to determine how quickly he had to move them out of here, if he could take a few extra minutes to try to patch him up or if he just had to put him on his back and run.

Steve held his wrist towards him and Eddie quickly found his pulse.

He counted like a kind nurse showed him while he was in the hospital, filed away for future emergencies so he could be useful.

“It’s a little fast, but I think that’s normal for the situation. Let’s get you up and we can go.”

“Go how?”

“You can hop on my back.”

“I-”

“Steve, it’s not up for debate. You’re coming back with me and I don’t care if it means I break my back.”

Steve nodded once, his eyes closing as if he was just too exhausted to fight.

Eddie was sure he was.

Even if he managed to sleep here, it couldn’t have been well. It’s hard to rest when you know scary monsters are just outside the door.

“Tired,” Steve said, almost like he could read Eddie’s mind.

Hell, maybe he could after spending so much time down here.

Something to test later.

He checked his clock. Still had almost an hour and a half to get back to the gate.

“Have you had anything to eat or drink lately?”

“Found some water four days ago I think? Maybe five. Managed to stretch it until yesterday. Food’s been gone for days.”

How was he not passed out?

“How much of this blood is yours?”

“All of it.”

Awesome.

Eddie felt his forehead. He had a fever.

Even more awesome.

He probably had infections, which can be treated if you get them taken care of quickly, but he could have had them for weeks by now.

Cool.

“Alright, on three, wrap your arms around my neck and your legs around my waist. I’m gonna lift, and I just need you to try to keep leaning forward while I get you on my back.”

“Mkay.”

“And you cannot close your eyes. You hear me, Steve?”

Steve didn’t answer.

“Sweetheart, I need you to talk to me.”

“Mhm. Eyes stay open.”

“And mouth keeps moving. Alright,” Eddie helped him out a bit by placing his arms around his neck. “One…two…three.”

He lifted, and huffed out a sharp breath when his ribs started aching almost immediately.

“Okay?” Steve whispered against his neck.

“I’m okay. You?”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” Eddie let himself take one calming breath, just enough to get himself back on track. “Talk to me.”

“Hurts.”

“I know, love, but I need to know you haven’t passed out,” Eddie said sympathetically.

“Wanna hold your hand.”

God, okay. He could handle that.

He could.

“Okay, one hand for a minute. I need them both to hold you up though.”

He moved one hand up to his chest, where Steve’s hands were sort of dangling. He let his thumb run along the side of Steve’s hands, then Steve grabbed it and squeezed, surprising strength behind it.

“Is Dustin okay?”

Jesus Christ, this guy was half dead and still asking if others were okay.

“Yeah, he’s doing okay. Misses you, though.”

“Miss him.”

“Max is gonna be mad you came back from the dead in a more impressive way than her.”

“She can win.”

Eddie let out a laugh and tugged his hand back to adjust Steve on his back.

They had barely made it out of the trailer park and Eddie’s legs were shaking. He could do it though, he had no choice.

“How long?” Steve asked.

“A month.”

“Robin?”

“She’s hurting. She thought I was crazy. Didn’t wanna come because she didn’t wanna see you like she left you.”

“Not dead though.”

“Nope, not unless dead people can talk down here.”

Steve’s breath was hot against his neck, tickling him and sending chills down his back.

“You?”

“What about me?”

“Hurt?”

Steve’s voice was getting more strained, like he was doing his best to still talk but it was causing a lot of pain for him to do so.

“I was really hurt, yeah.”

“Still?”

“Not as much. Just a little.”

“Love me?”

Eddie knew he was losing it. The pain, the dehydration and hunger, the deliriousness. Steve didn’t have a clue what he was saying.

“What?”

“You love me?”

“Um.”

Steve squeezed his legs around Eddie’s hips.

“Came back. Love me.”

When it was put like that, yeah, Eddie guessed it seemed kind of obvious.

“Just a little.”

He could sense the eyeroll Steve wanted to give, but didn’t quite have the energy.

“I saw you. In my kitchen. Were you there?”

“Dunno.”

“Did you dream about it?”

“Just you. Kids. Robin. Missed you.”

“We all missed you.”

Eddie was making more progress, his determination to get Steve medical attention far outweighing any weakness or pain he was feeling.

“Ow.”

“What hurts, sweetheart?”

“Stomach.”

“Bites?”

“Mhm.”

Eddie could feel where the blood was soaking through his shirt, but he knew it wasn’t so much that he couldn’t at least make it through the gate before bandaging it up. He’d made it this long with them out, another 30 minutes wouldn’t kill him.

Hopefully.

Steve was quiet again, but he was breathing against Eddie’s neck steadily, so he didn’t push.

“Man, you won’t believe the place they gave me and Wayne. It’s got two bedrooms. And we have a whole kitchen instead of just a small counter area with a stove and fridge. Maybe you can cook us dinner when you’re better, you know, as a thanks for rescuing you.”

“Not a good cook.”

“I don’t believe that. Robin said you made her chicken parmesan from scratch for her birthday.”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, so chicken parmesan, my kitchen, soon.”

“Soon.”

They were close, creeping into the edge of the woods, and Eddie was trying not to panic at Steve’s silence.

“Stevie, just a few more minutes. Tell me about the first thing you wanna do when you’re back.”

“Mmm.” Steve’s head rolled back and forth like he was trying to focus. “Kiss you.”

“That can be arranged. What else?”

“Hug Dustin. Love him.”

“Yeah, he could use that.”

“Hug Robin. Love her.”

“She could use that, too.”

“Hug you, love you.”

He wouldn’t hold Steve to this, he wouldn’t. But it would hurt so much when Steve forgot about this whole conversation.

He bit his lip and nodded.

“Yeah, I could use that.”

Steve’s lips were pressed against his neck, most likely accidental, but Eddie let himself pretend for a moment it was a kiss.

When he reached the gate, he whistled to get El’s attention.

“Oh! Eddie, is that…”

“He’s alive. Really hurt and needs water and food. I need to get him through.”

El was prepared with everything and it only took a couple of minutes for them to get through the gate, Steve whimpering slightly as they moved him around.

“You were right.”

El seemed surprised, like she had only done this to give Eddie closure. She hadn’t expected Steve to be alive.

“He loves me,” Steve said.

El looked at Eddie, then at Steve, then back to Eddie.

“You love him?”

“I do. And I’ll love him a lot more if he stays alive. We have to get him to the hospital.”

“I can call Hopper?”

“Tell him to meet us at the cabin with an ambulance.”

“Jus’ need sleep.”

Eddie looked at Steve, mouth open in disbelief.

“You’re going to the hospital.”

“Sleep.”

“I’m not arguing with you. You can barely form a sentence. You’re going to the hospital.”

“You come?”

“I won’t leave your side.”

Eddie put him on his back again so he could walk towards the cabin, hopeful that Hopper wouldn’t ask a lot of questions until they got Steve taken care of.

“He is on his way!” El yelled from the porch, Joyce coming up behind her, hair a mess from being asleep.

When she saw Steve, her eyes widened and she nearly tripped running down the stairs.

“Oh God, Steve! Honey, are you okay? Of course not, you can’t even walk. You’re bleeding!”

“Mrs. Byers, can you get him some water maybe please?”

“Yes! Oh my God!”

She was running back up the stairs, mumbling to herself the whole way.

El giggled as she watched.

Eddie loved her.

He could hear sirens in the distance, and he hoped he would be able to ride with Steve.

He shouldn’t have to be alone anymore.

Steve’s eyes were closed, but Eddie kept his fingers on his pulse, making sure he didn’t have any changes while the sirens got closer.

Hopper’s patrol car arrived first, barely in park before Hopper was jumping out and running to where Eddie was cradling Steve.

Joyce came out with the water and handed it to Eddie.

“Dammit, why would you go down there alone? You know the rules.”

Eddie ignored him, just focused on getting some water past Steve’s lips.

“C’mon, sweetheart. Just a few sips.”

Steve’s lips moved, then he swallowed some of the water.

“There ya go. Good job.”

Hopper was watching in silence now, Joyce with her arm around him.

Eddie knew they were wondering how the hell they would ever get over leaving Steve behind.

The ambulance pulled up next, EMTs rushing out and asking Eddie question after question.

He had to keep it simple: found him in the woods, must’ve been out there since the quake with the injuries and level of dehydration. They took him at his word.

When they loaded Steve up, they let Eddie in only because Hopper insisted.

“I’ll be right behind you.”

And he was.

Eddie kept his eyes on Steve the whole time, but he could see the lights of Hopper’s police car in the window next to him.

Steve’s eyes fluttered open a few times as they hooked him up to oxygen and an IV, kept checking his vitals.

Eddie smiled at him each time, made sure he knew he was there and he loved him.

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It was two days before Steve woke up again.

The wounds weren’t bad, but they were infected, which was why they kept randomly bleeding despite not being very deep.

The infection was actually the worst of it, but it had potential to be life threatening if they couldn’t get it under control.

They pumped him full of pain relievers and antibiotics, fluids and nutrients.

Eddie sat by his bed the whole time.

None of the kids were allowed in yet, doctor’s and Hopper’s orders, but he heard Dustin in the hall multiple times a day giving it his best shot.

Robin hadn’t come by yet. Eddie knew she felt guilty, immensely so. She left her best friend down there, suffering, and didn’t even think to double check when it was safe to do so.

Eddie didn’t blame her, and he knew Steve wouldn’t either, but Robin would.

But when Steve’s eyes finally opened, bloodshot and glassy from his IV concoction, he smiled at Eddie.

“Love me?”

“Just a little.”

He fell back asleep a few minutes later, holding Eddie’s hand like a lifeline.

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It took another four days before the doctors said he could be around others. His infection symptoms had gotten better and they believed the worst was over.

Eddie called Robin and told her to bring Dustin, no arguing. Steve was asking for them.

It wasn’t a lie, but he may have exaggerated it slightly just to get them here.

And when they did show up, everyone cried.

Robin collapsed next to the bed while Dustin folded himself against Steve the moment he was given permission to.

Eddie just watched from his chair, took in the way Steve comforted them despite the fact he was still in the hospital after spending a month alone in the Upside Down.

That was just who Steve was.

It probably wasn’t healthy, but it’s why Eddie loved him. Just a little.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #robin buckley #the party #temporary character death #ficlet #request #angst #happy ending

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Come to Gloat? - Fred Weasley x Reader

Fred and Y/n get into an argument before a risky mission. Y/n leaves without him, only to return with a gash in her side. Will Fred say I told you so, or does he have something different in mind? 

TW: Blood

Word Count: 1016

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“You’re not going,” He said firmly. 

“Yes, I am, Fred. You can’t stop me,” She bit back. 

“It’s a suicide mission! You’ll never make it back alive!”

“I know the risks! It’s my decision to make,” she replied, zipping up her jacket forcefully. 

Truthfully she was scared, this mission was dangerous, deadly even, but she just didn’t care. She was desperate to prove herself: to her family, to the Order, and to him. She would do anything, no matter dangerous it was. 

“What if something happens to you?” Fred rationalized. The fear in her surged again, but she pushed it down quickly. 

“You certainly did fine when you left me back at Hogwarts. I’m sure you’ll manage again,” She hissed. 

With those words, what started as a small quarrel had just crossed the line into a major argument. His past actions had left a dark cloud on their friendship for too long. Fred had apologized, even begged her to forgive him, but to forgive was easy. Forget? Not so much. 

“Are you seriously implying that I would be fine if you died?” His brow furrowed in frustration, “Look, I’m sorry I left you back then, I thought we had this worked out already,” Fred pleaded.

“Fred!” She shouted, “You’re not my Dad. You’re not my boyfriend. This isn’t your decision to make.” Her venom sunk into his skin, leaving behind a foul taste in her mouth. 

“And here I thought our friendship actually meant something to you,” He laughed bitterly, stung by her words. He wished he was one of those things, and this argument was a painful reminder that he was not. 

“Yeah, well, best mates or not, I’m going, and that’s final.” She stomped out of the flat, slamming the door behind her. 

“Y/n, please!” He begged, voice faltering just a little too late.

The crack of apparition pierced through the door, leaving Fred utterly alone.  

…

Fred felt sick all night. And here I thought our friendship actually meant something to you. The words taunted him. Those awful, poisonous words may very well be the last thing he would ever say to his best friend. She would never know how he really felt, how much he truly cared for her.  

He didn’t sleep. He couldn’t. He tried, but after an hour of tossing and turning, he switched on the news hoping the constant droning of the newscaster would lull him to sleep. 

The Ministry continues to deny all claims of He Who Must Not Be Named’s return. Sources state that Harry Potter is to blame for the rebel numbers growing… blah blah blah… Muggle disappearances… blah blah blah… attempted break-in to a pureblood household… one rebel dead… one severely injured and at large… blah blah… The escaped rebel is said to have Y/h/c hair, y/e/c eyes, and is bleeding severely. If you see them please notify authorities. Report suspicious activity immediately to… blah blah blah blah.

…

Fred didn’t remember nodding off, but he must have, because abruptly he was awoken by someone rummaging around in the bathroom. 

Quietly, Fred made his way to the source of the noise. 

“Come to gloat?” Y/n winced as she attempted to clean the large gash in her side. She dabbed around the wound carefully with a wet rag, doing her best to hide her reaction to the stinging liquid. Her shirt lay forgotten on the counter, no longer its original white color, but rather a sickly red. 

“You were right,” She continued through clenched teeth, “It was suicide. The bastard had the whole thing covered in enchantments. We never stood a chance.” 

She eyed Fred cautiously in the mirror. His gaze was transfixed on her, a hint of sadness tinting his stoic expression. 

“Well go on then, scold me,” She ordered, wishing he would just get it over with, “Come on, say I told you so.”

This wasn’t like Fred. Normally when he proved her wrong, she couldn’t live it down. He would take every opportunity possible to rub it in her face, but not this time. This time he just looked at her like a wounded dove as she wrapped her injury in fresh cotton. She hated it. She could take a lot of his smug reminders, but pity? Pity was somehow much much worse.

“Go on!” She snapped, turning to look at him, “Yell, scream, hex me into next Tuesday, say something!” 

Fred treaded softly into her space, his worried stare stripping her defenses and bringing a soft heat to her cheeks. His face was contorted with a pained expression, seemingly caught in an internal battle. Slowly, he reached a hand up to cup her face. Why wouldn’t he just get mad? 

“Just say I told you so! Why aren’t you mad at me?” She pleaded, feeling uneasy with his sudden tenderness. 

Fred answered her question silently by lowering his mouth onto hers. Warmth immediately blossomed in her chest, spreading rapidly throughout her body. The faint scent of fireworks lingered behind from his work, flooding her senses as his mouth moved against hers. His tongue pushed into her mouth through slightly parted lips, emitting a soft gasp from her. He was dizzying. She was positively sure she was floating an inch off the floor.

All too quickly, he pulled away, leaving her tingling all over. Silence settled throughout the room. The sound of their breath echoed off the bathroom walls. 

“I should’ve done that a long time ago,” He breathed, causing her head to spin again. 

“Fred, I’m so sor-” Her sentence was interrupted by a swift kiss, leaving her breathless once more. 

“Me too,” he smiled down at her, thanking every god he knew that those words weren’t their last.

They stared at each other, relaxing in the other’s company. 

“Bed?” She asked. 

“Bed,” he laughed, kissing her on the forehead before leading her back to his room.  

The couple may have begun with a shaky start, but Fred didn’t care. He was just happy that he would never spend another night, wishing he had told her. 

#fanfic #fred and george #fred weasley #george weasley #harry potter #reader insert #fanfiction #fred weasely x y/n #fred weasleyxreader #y/n

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Someone - Chapter 1

image taken from @ patlmao on pinterest

Synopsis: Satoru became something to you during your school years together at Jujutsu Tech, which were ended abruptly when you were casted out from your clan and left the jujutsu world. When Satoru finds you again after years apart, you find out that you were something to him too. Maybe you still are.

Warnings: fem! reader, fluff, mentions of death within family/early trauma/kidnapping/murder, language.

Author's Note: I will definitely add that there will be spoilers for the first half of season 2 in this chapter, as well as some chapters proceeding this one. Also, I noticed that I kind of messed up with explaining your cursed energy, but I'm too lazy to explain/re-do any of it. Cursed energy is hard enough to describe as it is. You can heal shit really well. Boom. Also, here's chapter ooone. I'm really excited about writing this shit, but it's hard cause I don't want to get behind on my school stuff. The sacrifices I make... sigh. I listened to Opera House by Cigarettes After Sex while writing this. Literally might become the theme of the whole series.

Word Count: ~ 2.6k

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Your stomach grumbled and grumbled, no matter how much you tried to ignore it. Eventually, you pulled your pink and purple comforter off and padded towards the kitchen.

Mommy and Daddy taught you how to make fish sticks. Take them out of the freezer, arrange them on your favorite plate, put the plate in the microwave (you pulled up a chair to stand on to do that), and press 1. Watch them spin, and spin, and spin. Take them out really carefully.

You sat in the chair you had stood on earlier, juice box in hand, fish sticks in your lap. Suddenly, there was a noise at the door, a jingle. Was Daddy home? Those sound like his keys...

No, it was a different man. He was old, much older than your parents. He stood in the doorway and stared at you.

"Want some fish sticks, Mister?" You held out your little orange plate that was shaped like a tiger's face. Mister said nothing. He just kept staring.

Then, Mister closed the door. "Is your name (y/n)?" Mister had a gentle voice that lilted over to you despite its deep timber and roughness.

"Mhmmmm," you hummed, sticking another fish stick in your mouth and licking your fingers. You smiled, taking a sip of your juice box. Your mouth was stained purple.

Mister walked further into the tiny house. It was the only thing your parents could afford. They were entertainers, after all. Two bedroom, one bath. Kitchen, living room, and a front porch. Nestled into the outskirts of Tokyo and surrounded by a bunch more tiny houses just like it. Mister glanced at Mommy's Kawai keyboard. You had just learned to play a C scale on it a week ago.

"(y/n), when did your parents leave?" Mister inquired.

"Uhhhhh... Daddy went to work. Mommy left a little after that. She told me I had to stay here," you replied, feet rocking back and forth.

"When did Daddy leave for work?"

"Mmm, Tuesday." It was Thursday.

Mister watched you finish your last fish stick. "(y/n), your Mommy wants me to take you to her. Is it okay if I take you to her?"

You finished the juice with a slurp. "Mommy said it's okay?"

"Of course, (y/n)," Mister said. He seemed really sad. You hoped it wasn't because you ate the last fish stick in the box.

"Okay!" You got up from your chair and took his hand.

One week later, you learned that your had parents died in an accident. Mister became your adoptive father, and you went to go live with him and his big, big family. You were only six years old.

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Once again, you four had been sent on another mission. Once again, the mission had been completed. Once again, the four of you were sitting under the piercing glare of Yaga-Sensei.

Once again, it had been Satoru's fault.

The school year was already well underway. You and your three closest friends were now second year students. The four of you had been sent to retrieve Mei Mei and Utahime after they didn't return from their assignment. We left our supervisor, and Satoru completely forgot to set a veil.

A few hours later, Yaga assigned you, Suguru, and Satoru to a new mission. Shoko was able to avoid it because she had left the gym moments before Yaga walked in to assign it.

This mission, in writing, was much harder than your usual ones. The Star Plasma Vessel, who was to assimilate with Tengen-sama, had her position compromised by two radical sorcerer groups. We were to go in, save her, and protect her for two days until her assimilation. Tengen-sama specifically requested Suguru and Satoru for the mission, but Yaga decided to add you onto it as well. Your reversal energy would be used in a worse case scenario to keep the Star Plasma Vessel alive.

After the first task of the mission was finished, Geto made tea for the both of you, handing you your cup before taking a seat on the couch across from yours. Debris was scattered everywhere after a hole had been blown from the outer wall of the apartment. The vessel, Riko, had her head in your lap as you gently pet her hair while her caregiver rested against your shoulder. Your reversal energy was already working through them and the room, creating a healing aura that extended to the end of the room and stopped before the Q combatant, whom Geto was interrogating with one of his curses.

You looked at the combatant, frowning. Geto had jumped out of the building to save Riko while you protected the caregiver from him. He was whining so much. It contrasted his ruthless facade from earlier.

The two of you met up with Satoru later. Riko and her caregiver, Kuroi, had woken up by this point. Riko was cute, cheerful, and bubbly, maybe a little full of herself in being the Star Plasma Vessel, but that just added to her charm. You fucking lost it earlier when she had slapped Satoru across the face, rolling on the couch and falling off of it due to your overwhelming laughter. Kuroi was the ice to Riko's fire, apologizing for her and explaining things to her every now and then. Her and Suguru were a lot alike, you thought.

Now, you, Satoru, Suguru, and Kuroi were standing around a dirty indoor pool at little missionary school. Riko's school. She wanted to go to class the same day she almost died and two days before she would assimilate with Tengen. Since it was what Riko commanded, the four of you had to play along. Of course, Geto still kept watch over her using a few cursed spirits.

"Lax upbringing at its finest," Satoru grumbled.

"After her assimilation with Tengen-sama, she'll never be able to see her friends or family ever again. Let her do what she wants," Geto countered.

Suddenly, Kuroi spoke up. "Riko-san has no family. They were in an accident when she was little. I've taken care of her ever since then."

Your heart panged at her words. Like you, Riko lost her parents. Unlike you however, she had someone set aside to take care of her.

Well, your adoptive father had told you he was under instructions from your father, his dear friend, to take care of you if anything were ever happen to him and his wife. When you were old enough to understand that an accident was a vague term, you mustered the courage to ask how your parents had died. A hit and run, your adoptive father had said, sipping from his sake. Your father owed someone money. When your mother learned he had been attacked, she rushed out to heal him. She was killed too. Their killer got away.

However, you had started to question your adoptive father's claims more and more. You were more independent now. You hadn't been to your home since your time at Jujutsu Tech. Your thoughts had started to wander without any Kamos to monitor them. Your personality had become more outspoken and vibrant. You had grown.

You realized you had never asked how your adoptive father knew your family. You didn't hail from a clan or important jujutsu family by any means. Your father wasn't even a sorcerer, so how could he have had connections to the Kamo clan?

"Satoru, hurry to Riko-chan's side. Two of my curses were exorcised." Geto's words broke your thoughts. Now was not the time to be pondering those things anyway. You had a job to do.

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The next day, you were in a shopping mall in Okinawa, picking out a new swimsuit to buy. Riko was at your side, safe and sound, flipping through two-piece tankinis.

It had been a day. Kuroi was kidnapped yesterday after Satoru saved Riko at the school. Riko insisted that she come with to save her, despite Satoru's attempts to scare her into staying. Seriously Satoru? Was that really necessary?

The top priority is her safety, ain't it? he had replied, slinging an arm across your shoulders and making you walk with him out of the alleyway. She'll chicken out.

Right, only because you're soooo scary. Your tone had dripped with sarcasm, causing him to smirk.

I bet I could knock off your socks, sweetheart.

That was the first time he had ever called you that. Recently, his teasing had become... charged. He had laughed when you pushed him away. You really hoped the nickname wouldn't stick, otherwise his taunts would start to become harder to ignore. Not like they already were.

"Uh, (y/n), can I ask your something?" Riko turned to face you, going through the rack of one-pieces you were observing to help you find something. She already had a swimsuit picked for herself. "How do you feel about Gojo?"

Had she been reading your thoughts? "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I assumed you two were together when we first met. So, when I asked Geto how long you two had been together, he said that you guys were just friends. I was really confused." Riko pulled out a piece, observed it, and then put it back. You choked after hearing her words.

"Really? That's funny. Well, I think Suguru is right. We are very good friends. I guess that's just dynamic between me and Satoru. In fact, I actually couldn't stand him when we first met. What do you think of this one?" You pulled a green one piece from the rack.

"That's pretty cute. But... are you sureeee?" You knew she wasn't asking about the swimsuit. She was hiding a smile, her eyes pressing and mischievous.

"Yeah, I'm sure... I think." You took the green swimsuit and handed it to her, but kept looking. "Satoru's probably just stressed right now with the mission. That's why he suggested the beach. He'll do anything to distract himself."

"Sure, and that's why he said he'd pay for whatever cute bathing suit you picked out. A distraction," Riko pressed. "C'moooon (y/n), you can't get any more obvious than that."

You just huffed, grabbing a blue version of the green swimsuit. "Nothing is obvious, Riko. You don't know him like I do. He's a little attention whore." You took the green swimsuit and held it up in front of you two, comparing it to the blue one. "Blue or green?"

"I dunno, maybe you should ask Gojo-"

"Blue it is." You cut in before she could finish, shoving the blue swimwear into her arms before putting the green one back on the rack. You frowned, there was no way she was right. Even if you did have feelings for him, your point still stood. Satoru teased you because it was fun. That was all he cared about. He was just taking it in a new direction. Satoru was never one to think about the future, either. Hell, you couldn't even imagine him having a girlfriend, let alone that girlfriend being you. You were willing to bet that he'd rather date Suguru before he would ever consider being with you.

"I dunno, I think it would be cute. Who knows, once I assimilate with Tengen, I could force you two together for the sake of the jujutsu world," she mused as you two walked to the other side of the store to meet up with the rest of your group.

"Sure, Riko. Sure."

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"Tch, is she sleeping?" Satoru's voice from above you woke you from your nap.

Your eyes squinted at him from underneath his sunglasses. "She isn't now..." you grumbled, glaring up at him from your spot on your blanket. You had been sunning yourself near Geto and Kuroi while Satoru and Riko fished around in the water. You had borrowed Satoru's glasses to keep the brightness from your eyes.

"So, first you steal my money, then my glasses. What's next?" Satoru teased. He stood above you with your legs between his feet. He leaned over at the waist as he smiled down at you, awaiting your response.

You took the sunglasses off and leaned up with your hands supporting your weight, your face inches from his. "You know I didn't steal anything, Satoru." You turned the sunglasses around and placed them back on his face. "There, happy?"

"Indubitably." Satoru grabbed your hands in his and pulled you to your feet. You knew somewhere, Riko was watching. "Have a good nap, sweetheart?"

You immediately tore your hands from his and wiped excess sand from your back. "You can shake out my blanket."

Satoru smiled as he watched you walk away.

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That night, your group booked two connecting rooms in a hotel right next to the airport. One for you, Riko, and Kuroi, and the other for Suguru and Satoru.

Your nap from earlier today messed with your ability to fall asleep. Kuroi and Riko were already passed out in the bed next to yours as you laid there like a stiff log with eyes. A midnight snack. That would help.

You opened the bedroom door and walked into the rooms' connecting living room. You were met with Satoru sitting on the couch, staring at the window to his left.

"Satoru? Why are you still awake?" you whispered, shutting the door.

His eyes moved to look at you. Man, he looked slumped. "The mission? Riko was attacked twice in the past two days. We can't let that happen again." He was focusing his six eyes in search for any approaching enemies.

"Well, why don't you take a break. I'll take over," you offered, putting a hand on his shoulder as you sat next to him. He was even still dressed in the same clothes from the beach. "You can at least change or go take a shower. You stink." You pinched and tugged on his shirt for emphasis.

Satoru only replied with an incredulous look thrown in your direction, far from the witty response you expected. "Okay, maybe I was exaggerating a little, but still," you murmured while crossing your arms. "You can't push yourself like this. Please."

Satoru sighed. "You need to go back to bed, (y/n)."

"I can't. That's why I'm out here," you stated. "I was hungry." Your hunger had been forgotten as soon as you saw him, though, in the state of his intense and relentless focus. "Satoru, we need to be up in 6 hours. You need sleep."

"I'll be okay," he argued, his voice low. He returned his gaze to the window. Part of you wanted to yell at him for being so stubborn, but at this point you were too exhausted to care.

"Fine, then I'm staying out here with you." You rose from the couch to grab leftovers from dinner. Soon, those leftovers were finished and left on the low-lying table in front of you. Cocooned in one of the spare hotel blankets, you settled down next to Satoru again. You didn't protest when he wrapped his arm around you so you could sleep against him. He didn't even look at you. His other hand was propped on the arm of the couch so he could perch his face on his fist. You leaned into him to gather more of his warmth, and shut your eyes.

"(y/n)?" Satoru mumured after a few minutes.

"Mmm?"

"What are you doing?"

You opened your eyes, perking up when you saw the soft red glow cast around you body and his attention on you. Your reversal energy. "Oh, sorry-"

"Keep doing it... please," Satoru pleaded. "Felt nice..." His eyes were surprisingly dim in the moonlight. You've never noticed that before. In fact, what you did notice was that his eyes were no longer tired and on edge, but rather, tired and calm.

"C'mere..." You opened up the blanket for him to scoot inside. You let your technique wash over both you, providing you with a sense of release that lulled you into sleep, while the effects of your technique gave Satoru a feeling of tranquility and rest, something he sorely needed, but wouldn't admit. Just like his need for you.

#isawritesshit #anime #jjk #gojo satoru #geto suguru #riko amanai #misato kuroi #shoko ieiri #principal yaga #gojo x reader #female reader #jjk smut

[littlehypnone]

Fic request!! Reminder that you don't have to respond if this is triggering!! But phantom accidentally tripping over little dew drop and falling over, dew doesn't fall down but he gets scared when phantom starts crying

I made phantom trip over dew's tail and they don't fall fully on the ground but onto the couch and swiss' arms so it wouldn't be... "drastic" hahahah I hope its okay and that you like it!

755 words, tiny dew, little phantom (they/them as usual when small), phantom trips over dew's tail, no one gets hurt just a bit sad and scared, everything ends well with giggles, cg rain, cg swiss, mentioned cg aether

Dewdrop has been dropped all day now. It didn’t begin well, but after some time with Aether and then Rain he was happy. Currently, he was playing with Phantom, being watched over by Rain from the couch.

Phantom and Dewdrop were in a little pit of blankets and pillows on the floor, various toys thrown all around. At the moment Dewdrop seemed to be taking a break from playing, chewing on the tail of his axolotl plushie as he stared at Phantom, who was busy smacking two toys together. They were fighting.

Rain kept a close eye on Dewdrop when he stopped engaging, looking for any signs of the fear or anxiety coming back to the small ghoul. There was none, thankfully.

Everyone was calm and content. It was quiet for the next fifteen minutes or so, apart from the noises of Dewdrop gnawing and Phantom smacking their toys together, and sometimes making special sound effects, too. At some point the three of them heard footsteps from the corridor and soon enough Swiss walked in.

“Hi, Swiss,” Rain greeted him.

“Hello, Raincloud.” He plopped down next to him onto the couch and kissed his cheek. “Hello to you, too, two little gremlins.”

“Swissy! We nod g’emlins!” Phantom protested, even though they were giggling, happy to see the multi ghoul. Swiss always bragged he was Phantom’s favorite (and he probably was).

“Hmmm… I’m not so sure about that,” the multi ghoul took on a dramatic expression, as if he was lost deep in thought. Rain rolled his eyes next to him. “You know… gremlins don’t cuddle. I guess you gotta come over here and prove you’re not one by giving me a hug.”

Phantom giggled again and jumped up, careful to not step on any toys or Dewdrop. Unfortunately, they didn’t predict the fire ghoul’s tail twitching just when they were stepping over it and Phantom ended up tripping on it and falling face first into the couch. 

Swiss caught them, thankfully, but the quintessence ghoul already had tears in their eyes—mostly feeling bad for potentially hurting his little friend, but also out of shame. Rain dropped to his knees next to Dewdrop, all but waiting for his breakdown, but nothing was happening yet.

“‘m s– sorry, D– Dewy,” Phantom cried, hiding in Swiss’ neck. The loud sobs were what finally got to Dewdrop. He looked over at his friend with scrunched up eyebrows and Rain saw tears welling up in his eyes in real time. He pulled the tiny ghoul into his lap and held him tightly, knowing any words or shushing him wouldn’t do any good.

“Hey, bug, it’s okay, Dew is alright,” the multi ghoul assured them, getting a nod in confirmation from Rain. “Isn’t he Rain?”

“Yeah, baby bat, he’s okay. He just got sad because you got sad,” Rain told them. Both he and Swiss knew Dewdrop got a bit scared, rather than sad. Not for himself, but for his friend—he couldn’t filter his love for his packmates when little as he tended to do when he’s big—but Phantom didn’t need to know that when they were small, too, it’d possibly make their little breakdown bigger.

Phantom pulled away from Swiss’ neck and looked down at where Dewdrop was cradled in Rain’s arms. There were a few tears trolling down his cheeks and his eyes were wide, but he wasn’t sobbing or shaking. 

“D– Dewy, are you o– ogay?” the quintessence ghoul asked, but didn’t expect a verbal response. Dewdrop wiggled his arms out from between him and Rain, and made grabby hands in Phantom’s direction.

“Go, buggy,” Swiss encouraged them, ruffling their hair. Phantom extracted themself from the multi ghoul’s arms and got down onto their knees on the floor. They carefully crawled over to Dewdrop and Rain and sat down in Dewdrop’s arm reach.

“‘m sorry,” they apologized again, but the other was having none of it. He blew a raspberry, and extended an arm to—very clumsily and not really successfully—wipe some of the tears off Phantom’s cheek with his pointer finger. Both of their eyes and cheeks were still wet but they both erupted into giggles, quickly forgetting about their sadness as Dew took on poking Phantom’s flushed cheeks for fun.

Rain and Swiss both sighed with relief, glad the situation didn’t escalate into big panic on either of the little ghoul’s side. Soon enough Dewdrop and Phantom got back to their playing and Rain returned to the couch to cuddle up to Swiss and continue watching the little ghouls.

#hypno writes #little ghouls #age regression #little phantom #little dewdrop #cg rain #cg swiss

[nanomooselet]

Episode Two: The Running Man

It's odd how little gets said about this ep, considering it's the most direct homage the earlier anime adaptation - but maybe that might be why? Since, as I said, this was my entry into the story, to me it felt out of place. It seemed like it was doing all it could to distract from how the previous ep concluded.

With hindsight, I think that's the idea.

The opening with the radio! I'm so weirdly fond of it. Yeah it's a flashback, but it shows Vash in a private moment without his mask; a glimpse of his secrets. He's not wearing his coat, so you get a look at how broad his shoulders are; he's also handling the tools to maintain his gun skilfully for someone who claims he's not a fighter. As he's contemplating the crash - he was there, obviously, and he has the photo of him, Rem and Nai still - the radio host says without the Plants, our ancestors would have died out long ago. How long ago? Long enough that Vash likely shouldn't still look such a gosh darn pretty boy? Yet it slips by.

(I do not understand the complaints that Stampede had no mystery.)

This is the episode where he's most committed to the bit of being cute but sort of hapless and silly, too, so the contrast is dramatic. I don't think he was actually expecting Meryl and Roberto to clear his name all at once, but I do think he was hoping, I don't know, maybe they'd believe him from the first. But nothing's ever that easy for my boy. I gotta say, Vash, optimism has its limits. Your story is that you're being framed by your previously unknown identical twin brother. You know it's true, I know it's true, but you might have had an easier time with some, I don't know… evidence? It's not surprising the reporters are sceptical.

Oh god, I'm so sorry, do you want a hug or -

(By the way, this means Knives told everyone it wasn't him, it was a one-armed man.)

He's being melodramatic, but I suspect also more sincere than what comes across - which is the whole reason he exaggerates, of course. (What? No, I'm not talking from experience. I have never, ever done this. Never ever in A MILLION YEARS have I exaggerated to obfuscate my sincerity.) The angle changes to show his face, and it's pretty clear how genuinely exhausted and upset even the thought of Knives makes him. Though it is still pretty funny that Meryl just isn't having it.

Also funny: Meryl versus the Worms, round one. Worms 1, Meryl 0.

Roberto greeting Tonis is really cute. He's a grump, but he's never an asshole to kids.

Ahhhh Tonis gives Vash his bugs and Vash pats his head and then he moves to take his hand away Tonis grabs it so he'll keep doing it and then when Rosa tells Tonis to leave Vash look dismayed and waves goodbye and it is so cute and IT IS SO SAD.

Because Rosa loves her son, wants him healthy and happy and safe, wants him shielded from the violence of the world and from decisions like pulling a gun on the hero of your town who's been nothing but good to you, better than you deserve - and yet we saw Rosa come to the decision that she would do this last episode. Right about... here. See the way she moves from standing in front of him, almost protectively, to beside him, clearing the way? By the look on her face, she doesn't want to. Vash proved himself yet again afterwards, saved the town without hesitation the moment it was endangered at great risk to himself. He's a good man, a friend, someone she trusts. But it's not him Rosa's thinking of now. It's not even the town. It's Tonis.

I have to say, Roberto doesn't look shocked or concerned. He just wearily sets down his mug and raises his hands, expression unchanged. Meanwhile Meryl's turned into a cartoon.

Vash understands. He didn't fight back against the MPs. He didn't instigate the duel. It's because of him that this is necessary. That just doesn't mean he's going to make it easy for them.

Ah, that old Stampede special: the undignified leg-spread landing.

Man the English dub is good, but it's this episode I started to realise how good. It's incredibly funny. "The furious fists of the Nebraska Family challenge you to a duel!" "Felt the fury right there!" "Money! Come back!" "I hope you like pancakes, because you're going to become one!"

There's one translation I'm not sold on, though, and it's Nebraska declaring "Power is justice! Power is truth!" I had the same problem in Persona 5 Royal when I played it and the characters kept going on about how they'll "prove our justice". It sounds so awkward.

From what I can tell, the word they're using translates more clearly to "moral rightness" or "righteousness", and the score title for Stampede renders what Nebraska says better: might is right. He's advocating Social Darwinism, basically. It's the natural order of the world: the strong deserve to flourish, the weak deserve to perish.

Nebraska: I hate cowards like you! This whole planet is fighting for survival! Anyone who runs is bound to die like a sorry loser! But you, Stampede! How dare you?! / You coward! I despise waste-of-life cream puffs like you! You have to fight tooth and nail to survive in this world! If those who can't hack it run away and die like chickens, then so be it! But you? I expected more, Stampede!

Vash: You might be right that I'm too timid. But is that such a terrible thing? Is fighting everything head-on so important? Even if it gets someone killed? / Okay, I may not be the bravest, but what's so terrible about being a little timid? Is fighting head-on always right? It risks lives, and for what?

Nebraska: Weapons… are made for fighting! Do you get it now?! There's no future for those who don't fight! / I might as well, huh? It's what the damn thing's made for! That'll show ya! Any snivelling slug too scared to fight must die!

Vash: Come on, can you back off? I really don't want to fight anyone. / Can you guys cool it for a second? I'm really not in the mood for violence.

Nebraska: That's the attitude that pisses me off! / When the world ends, will it ask if you're in the mood?

It's kinda funny that Nebraska keeps going on about it, though, because he also keeps demanding accommodation for his son's weakness. If he was really committed he'd rely only on himself instead of endangering Gofsef. And yet oddly enough, it's the hypocrisy which saves him, because it's how Rosa realises how much they have in common. He loves Gofsef, just like she loves Tonis, and Vash forgives them both.

Enjoy the subtle gag of Meryl mirroring her "parents'" expressions, BTW.

Nabraska judging the townspeople for drinking before 5:00PM as if he didn't just destroy half the place trying to steal their only power source.

Gofsef being creeped out by Tonis's Worm buddies.

And Roberto visibly tuning out as Meryl tells him off.

I think the reason this feels like it's all happening so fast is because this is the place where an episode of the older adaptation would end, leaving some implied time to pass before the next crisis. But this isn't twenty-six self-contained episodes, it's twelve instalments of one story. The running man must continue to run, because it was never humans he was running from.

And I didn't realise this until now, but the drone in Vash's room? It's looking for him, or his things. It doesn't find either.

When it doesn't...

E.G. launches his assault, though the drones had been patrolling since the previous night. Vash was about to leave when he heard the scream from the diner and rushed back to help. And so he stayed long enough for E.G.'s master to arrive in person.

Whatever happened in Jeneora Rock, it seems it was necessary for Vash to witness it, so E.G. had instructions to keep him in place.

So E.G.'s cyborg enhancements look like a bear trap.

Of course.

#trigun stampede #meta: tristampparty episodes #tristampparty #trigun meta #scriptwriters knew exactly what was going on in ep 11 by the way #wonder where they got that sketch of vash looking adorable #somewhat convinced knives chose it to annoy vash #dig the subtle worldbuilding of the cars out there all being crap #but the eom's truck never has a problem

[theharrowing]

Lost & Found

Taehyung just wants to be left alone. Too bad you need a place to stay.

👻 Ghost Taehyung x Living Non-Gendered Reader (platonic), formerly Taehyung x Yoongi

👻 word count: 1.9k

👻 strangers to friends (kind of), haunting au, angst, hint of fluff, hurt/comfort, slice of life, 18+

👻 warnings: Taehyung is a ghost and we learn how he died, but it is not too graphic; grief, depression and crying. this might be sad for some, but i did my best to make it light and hopeful.

👻 note: since it’s a drabble, the descriptions are not as vivid as usual. it’s mostly ~vibes~.

👻 requested by @sabiekay for my Harrowing Halloween event! thank you so much for requesting!!! 💜 i, uhhhh.........i was not intending for this to be so focused on grief, but given my last couple of weeks, i am also not shocked by how i ended it. i hope you don't mind! 😅

👻 story told from Taehyung's pov!

👻 beta read by @neoneunnajimin

👻 posted nov. 2023 | read on ao3

Taehyung watches with a frown as you lean over the kitchen counter and sign a new lease. His kitchen counter, where he prepared his food all those years ago. 

He frowns as he imagines you messing it up with condensating cups and take-out containers. Will you wash it properly with a detergent made for porous material or fuck it up with the cheap shit he has seen tenant after tenant spray on its surface?

That tends to be his final straw – the push he needs to haunt someone adequately enough to scare them off. He hates it when people fail to show consideration for other people's things. Just because he is dead does not mean this house is any less his. 

He bought this house with his own money, fresh out of college. He proposed to the love of his life in the center of the living room just past where you shake hands with the landlord. And right above you, where there are three balusters that look slightly different from the rest on the wooden railing of the upper level was where he leaned just a little too hard unknowingly against rotting wood, falling to his death. 

Just because the impact of his skull against that very kitchen counter that you lean against was culpable in his death, does not mean he wants some asshole from who-knows-where getting it all dirty and not taking proper care of it. 

You have a nice smile, at least, albeit a little sad around the edges and never reaching your eyes. As he shifts just enough to make the curtains move and steps just close enough to give you a chill, he could swear you look directly at him, right into his eyes. 

But why would you rent a home knowing that it is haunted by the ghost of its past? Taehyung finds the notion ridiculous. He is certain the landlord did not disclose the fact that previous tenants have broken their leases feeling scared for their lives after he has grown impatient and terrorized them; why would he?

As soon as the landlord is gone, Taehyung watches as you slump down to the hardwood floor, sitting with your knees bent, hugging them tightly. You do not look like a person who has made a big, happy life decision, and Taehyung finds himself nearly wishing to console you. Nearly. 

"What am I doing?" you grumble into your knees before letting out a deep sigh. 

Taehyung tests your limits almost immediately. He gets the sense that you might not hate the thought of not being perfectly alone, as he has caught you crying more than once, and you do not seem to have very many people you reach out to for comfort, if any at all. To say you seem lonely is an understatement.

When you come from around the kitchen counter, which is mostly bare of any personal items, he stands in your path, allowing you to feel just enough of his presence to get a chill down your spine. To his delight, you halt and look around as if trying to sense more of him, but then you shrug and carry on through the living room, to the hideous brown couch that clashes with your hideous black coffee table to dissociate, he assumes. 

You spend a long time looking at nothing. Sometimes he slightly moves your scented candles a few inches over and opens the curtains just a crack, and you never seem to notice. Or, perhaps you don't care.

Truth be told, Taehyung prefers to be left alone. He likes it when his house is perfectly calm, still, and quiet. He can still remember the way it smelled when he and his fiancé Yoongi occupied the space, and he hates to imagine what it may smell like with someone around; he feels thankful that his sense of smell is gone, feeling none too eager to discover what candles like Witches Brew and Boo-Nana Toffee would do to the place.

Every inch of this home, even after years of new paint jobs and different, ugly furnishings, holds a different memory of Yoongi occupying the space. Seeing someone else in the home that was meant for the two of them feels wrong. 

At least you do not take up a ton of space, but your depression kills the mood. The energy in the house is constantly off, and even Taehyung cannot fathom why you don't just go out and meet new people. It seems that you work or study from home; Taehyung does not pay close attention. He prefers to avoid traveling to the upper level of the house, and that is where you seem to spend the working hours of the day. 

Each weekday, like clockwork, 5:05 pm rolls around, and you shuffle out of the smaller of the two rooms on the upper floor – the one where Taehyung had all of his art supplies set up and laid out long ago, where he assumes you have an office space set up. You are always dressed nicely from the waist up but wear sweatpants or pajama shorts and slippers, and you plop down on your couch, letting out a sigh so heavy that even the huff of air from the cushions under your weight falling against it cannot cover the sound.

Each weekday, like clockwork, you turn on the television and stare toward the screen, never seeming to watch it. Sometimes, you scroll around on your phone. Often, you cry. And then, after several bleak hours of seemingly nothing, you shut off the television, walk up the stairs, turn out all the lights, and leave Taehyung alone. 

"I think the house may be haunted," Taehyung hears you say one day.  

To his surprise, your voice travels from the upper floor, and he perks up from his place on your couch, glancing up in your direction.

You sit at the top of the stairs, looking down through the railing banister, directly at Taehyung. Well, at the space that Taehyung occupies. He wonders if you can see the slight dip that he likes to make in the cushion. He had been doing it for weeks with the hope of creeping you out, and he had begun to wonder whether you had been noticing at all. 

This is only the second time Taehyung has ever seen you talking to another human being, and he watches with fascination as your face contorts to something that may actually be considered a smile. 

"It's a vibe I get," you say with a shrug. 

Eager to enhance the vibe, so to speak, Taehyung slowly begins to stand. He is certain that the shifting of his energy is causing the cushion of the couch to relax from its indented position, and he watches with delight as your eyes widen, following the movement. 

“S-sorry,” you mutter into the phone, shifting in place while your eyes stay glued to the couch, “spaced out. What did you say?”

Taehyung stays put while you finish your conversation, having all the time in the world to watch as your eyes trail knowingly back to the spot on the couch before you finally stand and retreat into one of the upstairs rooms. 

Today, when 5:05 pm rolls around and you do not shuffle from the upstairs room, Taehyung grows concerned. He moves to the kitchen and checks the calendar you have hanging on the fridge, which is covered in images and stickers of kittens, confirming today is a weekday by seeing that the last day you crossed a black x over – yesterday – was Wednesday. 

He considers walking up the stairs to make sure you are alright, but he hesitates. Not since Yoongi left, has he been in the bedroom they shared. Not since grief pushed his beautiful fiancé to pack up and move out and never return – a grief that Taehyung shares to this day. 

But as the minutes tick by, Taehyung becomes increasingly worried. He tells himself that he should go upstairs and check on you – that if it is too much to handle, he will return downstairs. 

Slowly, Taehyung makes his way up, walking each step at a time despite not needing to, just to hear the third step creak underfoot as it has so many times before. He keeps expecting to see you appear at the top landing, ready for your daily routine of spacing out during reruns of a drama he once enjoyed, but you never do. 

Once at the top landing, he hears you crying. It is unmistakable the way you sob – familiar in the way each inhale rattles through your lungs. 

When he rounds the corner and peeks into the master bedroom, nostalgia hits him hard. You sit at the edge of your bed with your head in your hands, just as Yoongi had for months after the accident.

Without thinking, Taehyung approaches and sits on the bed beside you, close enough that the dip from his weight makes you gasp and lift your head to check. 

Your hand falls to the spot, straight through Taehyung’s leg, and you chuckle while sniffling wetly. Taehyung is shocked to see you smiling, slight as it is. 

"Hey, there," you say through a shaky inhale. "I was wondering if you would ever join me."

Silence hangs, and Taehyung weighs his options. He is certain that he has no voice that can be heard, and changing the weight of his energy might actually freak you out. To his own surprise, Taehyung finds he is not eager to scare you away. And so, he just sits with you, and he does nothing. 

“It doesn’t get easier, does it?” you ask after a long pause, eyes cast down on your hand that traces dips in the fabric of the soft white comforter. Softer, as if just to yourself, you say, “I don’t know how to let her go.”

Taehyung gets it, he really does. Without knowing who you have lost and how, he cannot help but think of Yoongi, of the life they were building, and of the love that they shared. 

For the first time since Yoongi left, Taehyung feels glad his house is not empty of life. He wants to tell you that it will get easier, but that it never really goes away; that the pain ebbs and flows, and some days are harder than others. He wants to console you in more ways than just sitting by your side. It is strange, but he thinks he wants to try a little harder to befriend you – to make his presence known.

“At least I have cool ghost vibes to keep me company,” you mutter, making yourself laugh as you sniffle in a sob and your tears come out over a bright smile. "Thank you for sitting with me and making me feel a little less alone."

For the first time since Yoongi left, Taehyung feels glad to know he can bring comfort to someone again. And for the first time in years, his house feels a little more like a home; a place where those who have lost may just find something new. 

HAPPY (late) HALLOWEEEEN!!! 🎃👻🍂

the ending feels a bit abrupt, but i was trying to keep it as short and sweet as possible. it felt like if i tried to add even one more scene, it would become a beast needing to be tamed lolol.

i hope you enjoy this little drabble! i have a couple more on the way, so look forward to Halloween vibes in November hehe. submissions for this event are closed, but i hope to do it again, next year!!!

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[unavoidedbyme]

how would they react if YOU died

some of this takes after and before MARI’s death.

featuring: SUNNY, MARI, HERO, and KEL

tw(s): reader dies, mentions of su1cide

SUNNY

[pre-MARI’s death]

the siblings had just started their first practice for the day. It was the day of their recital. They were playing the song for the recital midway until they heard the telephone rang

MARI asked SUNNY to get the phone so that they could return doing their practice.

once SUNNY take the call, he was speechless. Petrified, even. He dropped the phone and immediately stumbled back.

MARI heard a thump sound coming from her brother and immediately rushed upstairs to see what was happening. Once she saw her brother was crying while holding the phone like his life depends on it, she hold him in her arms.

SUNNY felt arms around him but he doesn’t paid any attention to it. All he cares about that YOU died. His friend, his bestfriend, his first crush. You left him alone with this scarred heart you gave him.

he felt useless. SUNNY doesn’t want to do any of this practices anymore, but the recital was today. Even though it hurts, MARI will still ask him to atleast practice once before the recital.

SUNNY doesn’t even care about the recital, so he threw away the violin he had onto the ground. MARI was enraged. Sure, SUNNY was sad but that doesn’t mean he NEED to break his violin away like that.

MARI started lecturing him. She told him that the violin is all that he had in memories of you, you actually almost covered all of the bills to pay the violin for his christmas gift. SUNNY doesn’t want YOU to be brought up in this conversation.

he hated it, he hated the fact that you couldn’t see his performance. He hated the fact that he broke the violin that the group(mostly you) gave to him. He hated the fact that why, why does MARI kept pushing him to practice when the love of his life had just died?

SUNNY feels overwhelmed, and the next thing he does.. you know it yourself.

MARI

it was just like any other day for MARI. She had just finished baking cookies for the group to enjoy, actually you had just gone to the market to buy some drinks for them.

MARI had asked AUBREY to accompany you to go to the store and she agreed. The rest of the group stayed inside the treehouse, playing with eachothers.

the next thing she knew was when AUBREY ran to her with tears and dread on her face, telling that you just got into a car accident.

she was shocked. Ofcourse she was, you were her S/O, her everything. She told AUBREY to tell the rest and took of to where you’ve been.

and then she saw it. Your body lays there on the ground with a man sobbing beside you. He was the person that had accidentally crashed you with his car.

MARI slowly went closer to you, holding your body gently, silently hoping that this was all just a dream, a bad dream. She cried that day, the group came just in time when the ambulance had just arrived.

your guardians was away when this happened, so she accompanied you but this time not to the store, but to the hospital.

its been a few days since you’ve got there, and everyday your conditions got worse. The usual smiling MARI has gone, she rarely smiled these past couple of days. The group was obviously worried about her, especially SUNNY.

AUBREY felt really bad for not being able to protect you and always cried whenever she saw you there on the hospital bed. KEL kept reassuring her that it is not her fault.

but eventually you died, MARI has mentally prepared herself but it didn’t work. She’s supposed to be strong, mentally and physically. So why does it hurt so so much when she saw you all alone in your own grave?

HERO

[post-MARI’s death]

he just finished talking to MARI’s grave about you, he was asking her if she was happy for him. Because you now have his heart wrapped around your fingers just like how MARI used to.

HERO had just arrived back to his house when he hear the house was eerily quiet. Like it was forbidden to be loud in there. HERO saw KEL who had a sad face with a red bags under his eyes, he look like he had just cried.

HERO was concerned ofcourse, and asked him what’s wrong. It was a bad decision. KEL told him that you had died due to being a victim of an attempted murder.

you were just going home from buying things you need to make KEL’s birthday present, but it was an unlucky day for you. You felt like somebody was following you, and the fact that you were alone doesn’t make it better. It was a dark alleyway with only you and the stranger. Eventually the guy made his move and pulled out a gun to you, he shot you right in the heart.

HERO feels like his heart had been torn to millions of pieces once KEL told him how you died, it was tragic. Just like how MARI died. He would not lock himself on his room again like how he once does but would definitely be a lot more quiet than normal. He also wouldn’t smile a lot and couldn’t take a proper care for himself anymore, so he relies on KEL on taking care of him.

he knew that this is an unhealthy thing to do since he is a doctor in training but the trauma was too much for HERO. He would cry to himself at night and just looking at the photos of you and himself, he couldn’t bear to look at your face but you just look so happy and perfect in that photo, it makes him even more miserable than ever.

on the day of your burial, he just stared at your coffin with empty eyes like how he did years ago to his old (ex-)girlfriend. HERO felt numb, he doesn’t have anyone to comfort him anymore like you used to. Now he had two lovers that had past away, it made HERO wonder if he’s the problem.

KEL would tell him that it was not his fault that the two of you died, it ease HERO’s heart by a little because the words came from his little brother who he deeply cares. In the end of the day he’s glad that he found someone as good as you and hope that your soul may rest in peace.

KEL

[post-MARI’s death]

he thought that everything was going better. His friend group finally apologizing to eachother, they finally know the truth about MARI’s death, and you were there to comfort him every time he’s at his worst.

he was just hanging out with SUNNY and AUBREY when all of the sudden he feels.. nervous. The last time this happened was when MARI had ‘committed suic1de.’ But this time, he feels somethings off. KEL couldn’t quite put his finger on why but he’s sure that everything was fine, right?

wrong. Your guardian(s) has told him that you had just died when you were getting back to FARAWAY TOWN. You were just trying to sign up for colleges outside the town and you had unfortunately passed away when you rode a motorcycle and crashed.

KEL has tried his best to put a smile after your death, but it was too painful for him to handle. The guilt of not staying there by your side when you need him made him feel miserable as ever. He should’ve trusted his gut and went there to get you himself, but he was too scared. Too scared about your reaction when you see him there.

but now KEL is alone, he doesn’t have anyone to love again. To cuddle, to cherish, to whisper sweet nothings to eachother. HERO had tried his best to cheer KEL up but it was not working, though KEL put up an act so that it seemed like it was working. He would stare at his plate in diner, his parents looking physically concerned of his well-being.

the remainings of your items in his house is now inside his room, all of it. KEL would display any of your items on the walls of his side of the room. The baseball you used to use, your photo, your clothings. Even though he feels like this, he would never lock himself out in his room(take notes, HERO.) He would still hangout with the gang and feel grateful that he still atleast have them.

eventually KEL started visiting your grave more and more, bringing your favorite items, flowers, foods, you name it. Everyday would be a different thing that he’d bring, today he brought you flowers and its was your favorite. He’ll pluck in the flowers beside your grave and started talking about the things that had happened to the gang. Maybe, he had accepted the truth that you’re no longer hurting in this world.

a/n: i might’ve had a little carried away on KEL’s…

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[core4writes]

Hiii... can you maybe write a story were y/n is very reckless and always get herself in danger and colby have enough of that and like fuck her roughly cause he is frustrated with her then later break down and admit his fear of losing her ..... idk if you are writing though and if you are comfortable with the whole thing.... feel free to ignore it if you don't!

Either way thank you!❤️

i will be glad to do it! i have never written smut before so i think ill just skip that part till i get better at it.

Reckless

warning: sad ig, mentions of drug substance, mentions of alcohol

stuff in bold are flashbacks

pairing: Colby Brock x reader fem pronouns



y/n pov:

this past week all i have been doing is going to party to party with kat and stas, and everyday i am greeted with a hangover. i wake up in bed today with a deadly headache, the sun shining in my face. i pull the blankets hoping to decrease the aggravating pain in my head, the blankets were ripped off of me. "No more." i heard colby voice and open my eye slightly.

"what do you mean no more?" with confusion i sit up, colby is still staring at me with anger. i can just tell when he is angry, he breathes  more heavy. "No more partying, i have had enough." i look at him with a sly smile "what did i do this time? oh wait did i throw up on you again? sorry if i did." i laugh it off.

"im serious y/n. do you remember nothing that happened last night?" he points at me "you could have died."

flashback 

me, stas, kat, sam and colby were at the las Vegas bar called 'XS Nightclub' the hot spot for partying. i down my 9th shot of vodka with kat and stas and we went out into the dance floor, sam and colby stay at the bar watching us.

third person pov:

colby leaned over to sam "do you see a change in y/n?" sam wanted to say no i mean y/n is one of his close friends she will never change, but he didnt want to lie to his best friend. "yeah dude, but if she is happy-" sam was cut off by colby "y/n didnt even like alcohol but now look at her, downing it like its nothing." colby sighs

sam and colby looks at y/n on the dance floor, y/n swings her hips to the music. someone tapped her on her shoulder, "excuse me, where are the bathrooms?"

y/n can not hear over the loud music "what? oh, its over there let me show you." y/n pointed to the entrance "okay." the tall girl says and then they just disappear.

colby thinks nothing of it because he trust his girlfriend, "man, i need another shot."

hours go by and stas and kat come back to sam and colby, "guys, we cant find y/n." colby looked at kat and stas with eyes wide open and his face went pale. "wait, what do you mean you cant find her she was just with you." stas looked at colby, "yeah but she went to show some girl the bathroom and never came back."

sam, colby, kat and stas looked everywhere for y/n. they didnt find her till they saw her outside the club walking down the street. "y/n, where are you going." colby runs up to y/n, "im going to the gas station im hungry." she said whiny.

"we are going home." colby says

end flashback

y/n pov:

"oh... im sorry." my voice quieted down

"sorry? your sorry? you could have gotten hurt, like kidnapped or hit by a bus." colby voice yelled.

"well im here now so." i said

"im scared of you leaving me okay? you change into this party animal and im scared of just losing you, the old you. And you don't talk to me about your problems anymore you're just so reckless. I need you,I need you to be here with me physically and mentally." colbys voice cracked.

The silence was heavy for minutes.

"I didn't know you felt like that. "Should've told me about that sooner I would understand." I say.

Colby crawls on the bed next to me, sobbing."I just don't wanna lose you." colby cries into my chest. "i know baby i know."

"i love you."

it was a little bit rushed at the end, my first writing piece ever hope I didn't do bad.💕

#colby brock x reader #fanfic #imagines #writing #colby brock #sam and colby #core 4 #wattpad #fiction #oneshots #scenarios #smut

[nopeferatu]

okayyyy i guess ill just write abt some things that i wanna get out before i forget to??

- LOVE, love love how they made ennis the one who initiated all of the romantic affection between the two. literally insane over it. it feels so in-character, considering ennis has probably been affection starved since his mother died when he was a kid. of course he has alma, but do we really get the sense that ennis was ever very affectionate with her? could he have been, in rural, christian, wyoming, where conervative notions of courtship prevail? did he even want to be, knowing that the only person he shows real attraction towards is a man? who knows. we just know that he was craving love, and lucas did an amazing job at capturing that need.

- the "'lets ranch up together', 'no bc earl and rich'" conversation happens after ennis tells jack that he'd divorced alma...a year and a half earlier. what an interesting change! it seems like both adaptations, movie and play, mess around with that specific sequence of events. i really enjoyed what it brought to this specific show, though, because in the script it's described as a "gut-punch" to jack when ennis tells him he already left alma in response to jack telling ennis that he'd decided to leave lureen. it really hammers home the idea that jack thought it was just their wives getting in the way of their life together all that time. it was framed wayyy different than jack driving up 14 hrs after getting his hopes up thanks to a phonecall or a postcard from ennis abt the divorce, but it still hits the beat it's supposed to, where we as the audience can see that its the first time their relationship shifts—and not for the better.

- "little darlin'."I got to hear "LITTLE DARLIN'" not just once, but TWICE. still not over it.

- the show also brought more...i guess, explicit attention to the fact that ennis really only wants to do ranch work, and how much that affects his family. i know its present in all the texts, but the new conversations he and alma have regarding the various 'city jobs' she tries to rope him into and the dead-end ranch jobs that keep going belly up from underneath him are just really sad. he's someone who craves wide open spaces, and the beauty of film allowed heath to capture this hunched, clenched, uncomfortable look and feel of a man who seems too big for any room he's in. ennis is not happy in domesticity. he's a saddle bum through and through, and out with nature is where he belongs. but since theatre (esp theatre in-the-round) doesn't have the luxury of different set dressing, those conversations and arguments bw ennis and alma capture that same bit of characterization.

- i...dunno how i feel about mike's jack, if i'm honest? lucas was incredible. i think he brought just the right amount of taciturn and tender, rage and remorse to a role that needs all of that in an actor. i think mike's jack was a little...idk. too big, if you get me? like there were certain line deliveries that i felt could've been said differently, or had different emotions behind them than the ones i was picking up on. i know stage is different, so in both cases, the actors went VERY big (heath's quiet, simmering rage is a completely different beast against lucas' loud, screaming outburtsts, for example), but...idk. there was just something about mike's jack that threw me off? I told my friend that I was iffy about his performance, and without prompt she said, "I didn't like how much he laughed at everything" and I think I feel the same. For example, the "I didn't want none of either kind but fuck all has worked the way i wanted, nothing has ever come to my hand the right way" line was said really jolly, without much of a edge to it, and i think thats what's thrown me off-kilter so much. in mike's performance, i didn't feel the bitter edge to a lot of his lines that occur later on in the script that are apparent to me not only in jake gyllenhaal's performance, but in the SS text, itself.

He was technically very good and I love the silly things he'd do to get ennis to open up, but he was a little too jovial, not enough bitchy, not enough moody and sassy like jake's jack. i see a lot of jake's jack in mike's performance bc aside from a few lines about how much jack likes the rodeo, all we can really glean from either characters in the SS text is that ennis is quiet, and that jack talks a lot. im not trying to compare the two performances too much bc they are fundamentally different actors working in different mediums, but heath and jake brought a lot of dimsension into charas who could have turned out waaaay different had different actors played them and gotten in touch w different emotions within the script, so i can see how other actors could look to the film for a lot of inspo on how to go about portraying ennis and jack while trying to do their own things as well. my issue is that jack becomes very heartsick and bitter and just plain fed up with everything about his life by the time their last trip rolls around, but play!jack never let that bitterness start to show, so by the time that jack does his whole "i wish i knew how to quit you" monologue, it felt very abrupt to see him screaming and yelling and hollering at ennis like that.

i dunno, after seeing tons of ppl in the brokeback tag over the past few months saying that mike faist was their favorite jack, i was actually really expecting a lot more? but as it stands, jake gyllenhaal still reigns supreme. he captured every facet of jack twist that makes him so compelling to read and write and think about and analyze, and mike, while he was still very good, didn't do that nearly as well imho.

- the play firmly cemented to me that jack twist is just bottom coded, i guess

- some of the music hit at different scenes than i had initially thought they would?? i thought the play would end on "hale strew river" playing in the bg as *SPOILER* old!ennis holds the ghost/dream/memory version of young!jack in a mirror of the way he'd held jack by the campfire on brokeback in '63. but that was not the case. this is an instance of where my heightened expectations made the reality seem kind of disappointing in comparison. i'm also kind of sad that my other favorite song, "beneath the moon," was only featured as a diegetic recording heard on a clock radio (NOT live), and it was played during a scene between alma and ennis. Like, looking back at the lyrics it makes sense:

Why don't you take me for a stroll into the sunset

Another lonely summer's day is ending soon

Oh, let us walk another mile into the twilight

And let me be alone with you beneath the moon

But i thought that it was going to be played during a scene where another one of jack's frequent proposals of a life together gets rejected. when the soundtrack for the play was released it gave me the same vibes as "i dont want to say goodbye", one of the few original songs on the movie soundtrack, and i was POSITIVE that this was a jack-longing-for-ennis song. like, it's all about sunsets and twilight and the moon and all this outdoor imagery, and as we all know, jack and ennis are literally only together underneath the sunsets and twillight and moon! so im actually really sad it wasn't an ennis/jack moment :c

- the actor who played jack's dad played the role a lot more emotionally than i expected. movie!john is very, again, muted and quietly bitter, just like all these characters are. play!john seemed really...what i can only describe as choked up? like, he was shouting and got really riled up in his "jack used to say" monologue at ennis, and there was some disgust in there and a lot of anger, but what i actually read was more like him telling ennis "you're part of the reason why my son is gone." and then he gets up and walks away from the table, and exits the stage. it was really really heartbreaking. maybe i have a different read on the performance than what was intended, but it opens up a whole new side to john twist that i think would be interesting to explore.

- theres a few little added lines of dialogue on jack's part that are great. when they leave brokeback and are heading away in opposite directions, jack turns back around and goes "ennus-" as though he's going to make his proposal to start a life together then and there, but ennis knowingly cuts him off and says smth like "see you around, jack twist", and shakes his hand goodbye. there was another moment (the divorce admission, the rich and earl confession scene) where jack is talking about their sweet life together, and hes talking about them being in rocking chairs on their porch in front of a nice fire and ughhghf....it called to mind this line in one of my all-time fave fics, Recompense:

Couldn't set out on the porch, just set, quiet and together; there wasn't any porch, wasn't even any house, where they could be seen setting. Start hauling their canes, their bifocals, damn electric blankets, up in back of the pickup? They couldn't have that life. They couldn't have any life at all. The weight of Jack's misery, pressing all around, seemed enough to cave him in.

one i didnt like, though, was when jack and ennis are wrestling, jack gets pinned under ennis and says "sheep be damned!" before ennis kisses him in the first romantic display of affection we see bw the two. also when the sheep get mixed up, ennis has a meltdown and tells jack that aguirre will realize the counts off and put 2 & 2 together that they're fooling around, and he yells smth along the lines of their trist being "sick", and Jack says smth like, "you sure didn't seem to think it was sick this past month."

this is just a me thing honestly bc i'm kind of a SS purist in some instances, and one thing that always stuck with me is that jack and ennis never talk about the sex they're having when they're on brokeback. aside from the "im not no queer" convo, the sex wasn't even alluded to; they just "let it happen," and i think thats veryyy in-line for a character like ennis. i think jack would love to talk about it, but he doesn't wanna spook ennis away, so he keeps his mouth shut. i dont think either of them would speak, even in a roundabout way, abt their sex life when they're 19 on brokeback, and thats why the whole "redlined it all the way couldnt get here fast enough" line is so revelatory imo, bc its the first time either of them acknowledge the conscious choice theyre making to fuck. so idk. i didnt really care for the fact that they were (somewhat) openly referring to their tryst while still on brokeback

- less a note of the show and more a note of the audience, but i saw the show twice and the first night i saw it, the audience laughed at REALLY sad and serious moments that i in no way thought were laugb worthy, and i felt like maybe i was taking the work too srsly until i saw the final performance and THAT audience didnt laugh at any of those really sad moments. so i got rly irritated abt that the first night cause it wasnt even like the lines were delivered in a jokey way or anythibg....

anyways. i need to sleep. look out for some other posts cause im sure ill have more to say the longer i stew on it

#still brokeback posting #brokeback mountain #ennis del mar #jack twist #heath posting

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

(Hey! This was a request on my wattpad so here ya go!)

EKKO, VI, CAITLYN & VIKTORS S/O HAVING AMNESIA

EKKO

he doesn't know how it happened or why

He just gets angry though

Not at you, at himself and the universe

How could this happen to you?

And why you out of everyone?

He loved you and I think he somehow blames himself

He'll try to hell and back to get your memories back

He's heartbroken when you woke up and asked the dreaded question

"Who are you?"

He felt like his entire heart cracked and his stomach just dropped

It was you but not you at the same time

You didn't remember him or anything

He tries to help you or be around you without being sad but its hard

He'll help you around and help you with things you struggle with

Eventually when you get better at things he'll be happy

Still sad though

One way he tried to help you regain your memories would be showing you places and things

He would tell you stories from when you guys were kids, how you met

How you got together, about your family

Anything really, just hoping you would remember

Hell, he told you about Powder, your childhood best friend he never spoke of

Benzo, Vander, Vi, Mylo, Claggor, anyone he tries to help you remember them

It hurt though more than anything when he showed you a picture of y'all on your first date

He told the whole story, getting so in detail and deep into it

But when he looked up, you looked sad, confused and apolgised because...you just couldn't recall anything

He felt his heart crack even more, if possible

He starts losing some hope but refuses to fully give up

And one day he just finds you and you look so happy

He was confused until you told him you remembered everything

It was after you found a gift he had given you when you guys were kids

It was accompanied by a photo of you two as kids

It felt like everything snapped into place

He swore he felt like he was about to pass out

He hugged you so tight you felt like you were about to pass out

Shed some tears shamelessly

He was so happy he had you back

Please never scare him like that again

VI

She was extremely confused

When you woke up and asked her 

"Who are you?"

She thought it was a joke

Kept telling you

"I'm Vi, you're girlfriend?"

She felt like her world crashed down

She only had you left, you couldn't just lose your memory just like that

When she found out for sure you had amnesia, she had no clue what to do

One thing she wanted to do was comfort you

But you didn't know who she was

And that crushed her, you had been stuck by the hip since you were young

Everything felt wrong without having you by her side

She helps you with things, doesn't want you to get worse

She gets to know you as you are now

It's painful more than comforting

You don't remember her, how you met, your friends or anything

She feels like something is always missing

She subconsciously does things that remind her of you or sometimes forgets you have amnesia

And when she remembers it feels like she heard that dreaded question over and over in her head

And one day she was just sitting around and you came running over

You then hugged her, she of course hugged you back but she was confused

Until you told her you were you again

She froze for a second before practically picking you off your feet entirely

She felt like crying out of relief

She had you back

And you in whole

She felt whole again, please, never ever do that again

CAITLYN

She's shocked

She's scared at the same time

Could you get worse? Could something else happen to you?

"Who are you?"

Her smile slowly faded from her face as she held your hand after you had woken up

She had waited hours or even days or weeks for you to wake up

She thought she would feel over the moon but you looked at her confused

Like you had never met her before

And it rocked her to her core

As the doctor explained you had amnesia she had to leave the room for a bit

Not gonna lie, she cried

It felt like you had died and someone had replaced you

She wanted to hug you but was afraid you would be uncomfortable

When she helped you, she reminded you of things you used to do or things you guys loved doing together

She then would look at your face as you just looked confused

It felt like her world went quiet all over again

You didn't remember things you always used to do

Or places you went or dates

It felt like someone was in your body or your memory haunted her

It overwhelmed her

And it wasn't on purpose, but she ended up avoiding you entirely

Felt guilty when she realized it but it was to painful

One day you were somewhere you guys loved

Maybe the park, a cafe you frequented or a library

It felt like everything snapped in and the memories flooded in

You went running to her and when you found her you cried

She thought you were hurt and forgot about the amnesia for a minute

You kept blurting out random things but she just got that you remembered

And she remembered the amnesia, but you remembered now

She felt so relieved

She almost cried right there and then

She did cry

She was probably on the job

But who cares?

She hugged you back so tight

She made a promise to herself never to lose you again

And to protect you so that it never happened again

VIKTOR

He didn't want to believe it

He had health issues himself

But for you to have this happen to you?

No

You didn't deserve that

Wanted to crawl into a hole right there and then when you woke up

"Who are you?"

Your question rang in his ear every second of every day after it happened

He avoided you, he didn't even know it though 

he spent all his time in the lab once again

You never really saw him after that day when the doctor told you both you had amnesia

He grew more determined over time to maybe find something to help you remember

He wanted you back

It was like you were a shell of yourself

You weren't you, the person he loved and the one that helped him through everything

He was so fucking desperate to get you back

He even resorted to finding Singed once again

Eventually he was in the lab one day and you came barreling in the door

He jumped as you hugged him

You blurted out you remembered

He froze and stood still, even when he began to cry

You even checked on him to see if he was okay

He didn't answer, he just hugged you back and cried silently into your shoulder

He had you back

You weren't gone forever

He didn't lose you

#arcane #arcane ekko #ekko arcane #arcane violet #vi arcane #arcane caitlyn #arcane x reader #vi x reader #caitlyn x reader #ekko x reader #arcane viktor #viktor x reader #vi x y/n #viktor x y/n #ekko x y/n #caitlyn x you

[taylormarieee]

~Until I found you~

Summary: Carl has gone through alot over the years. He got shot, lost his mom, lost hershel, lost the prison, thought he lost Judith and Michonne, and lost his eye. Nobody in the group really looked at his pain enough, until he found you.

Word Count: 624

Genre: Fluff/ Comfort

Pairing: Carl Grimes X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, disturbing subjects, mentions of being shot, blood, walkers, typical TWD stuff

A/N: This was requested by @carlsdarling, I really like this alot and I hope u like it as well bestie!

Carl dealt with a lot. The loss of his mother. Having to shoot her. Watching her in pain just so his little sister could be born. He lost hershel, lost the farm and the prison.

Almost lost his dad, Thought he lost the rest of the group and his sister. He got shot twice. Lost his eye. Lost friends and family.

He had been through so much and couldn't take it anymore. Not until he found you. You were found a couple miles outside of Alexandria. Him, Rick, and Glenn were out on a run when they found you.

They asked you the questions and you gladly complied. When they brought you back to Alexandria, you felt a energy from Carl. A lot of pain and sadness. You noticed his eye. You always wondered how it happend.

He seemed to hang around you more and get comfortable with you. He began to start talking to you and trusting you. He told you things, things you never thought he would tell you and neither did he.

One day you decide to walk to hilltop, to check on maggie because she's pregnant. You and Carl get into an argument about going but he eventually lets you go.

As your walking there you find a bike. You decide to freshen your memory on how to ride a bike since its been a while plus, you'll get to hilltop faster. Walkers are near and they see you.

You just try to ride by on your bike before almost getting hit by a car. You thought you died but you didn't. You get off the bike and walk towards the car. You look inside and roll your eyes.

"CARL!? What the hell! You could have killed me! Do you even know how to drive!?" You yell asking him. He just laughs and says, "Thought. I could come and keep you company!" He says smiling.

"And your gonna do that by running me over with a car?" You say raising your eyebrows smiling.

He gets out and hugs you. "Well let's go pirate!" You say holding out your hand.

You two walk for a little while holding hands. Carl spots. a bookbag and walks over too it. You keep walking as you were a little far behind since he ran ahead.

"Hey look! I found some roller skates!" He says holding the rollerskates.

You laugh and walk over to Carl. Next thing you know you both are rolling down the street in skates with your hands interlocked. You both laughing and smiling the whole way.

You both are on the outside of Hilltops Gates. You look at Carl and he looks at you. He told you he was going to find the sanctuary and kill negan. "Carl don't. I-I can't lose you. I love you Carl!" You say crying.

He puts his head against yours and kisses your forehead. "Shh, I know baby girl." he says holding you.

"I love you. I always have and always will. I'll be safe I promise ok. You were there for me in my darkest moments. You were a person I could go to. Someone I could trust with my secrets and my sadness. I had just met you and already knew I loved you. You were there for me and you never left. I love you babe! Be safe ok?" He says wiping away the tears from your eyes.

"I'll be safe. I love you the most Carl. I always have. I always will. Make negan pay ok?" You say before walking away giving him one last kiss.

He always knew he loved you. From the day he found you. You were the one who understood him. You were his rock. His forever!

Taglist: @carlsdarling @sinsandsweetness @murdadixon @number1gal @the-dixon-effect @tied-in-a-knot

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[thesimulacrasimp]

OMG THOSE EPS--- I HAVE SO MANY EMOTIONS I CANT---

HAZBIN HOTEL EP 7-8 SPOILERS WARNING‼️

Okay so Charlie actually didnt forget Vaggie for lying for that long, which is understandable, really.

So Charlie ACTUALLY MADE A DEAL WITH ALASTOR NO MATTER HOW MUCH TIMES VAGGIE TOLD HER NOT TO.

Rosie is really sweet lady, but im not really vibing her voice

But i really DO vibe the cannibals. They all have this cool aesthetic n i really love that!

Carmillas n Vaggies song was also really good!

Also when Vaggies wings SUDDENLY N OUT OF NOWHERE came out i was like: OKAAAAAYY... IM NOT SURE WHY BUT GO OFF IG!!

ALSO OMG THIS SONG WHERE CHARLIE IS TRYING TO BRING CANNIBALS ON HER SIDE WAS SO COOL, ESPECIALLY THE END PART THAT WAS IN DA TRAILER, ITS SO COOL JSHSBSJSJ

Also they so cute n silly, I love em

AND AWWW THEY ALL GOT ALONG N BECOME FRIENDS 😭😭😭😭 I JUST KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN IN THE NEXT EP N THIS MAKES IT LOOK SO SAD 😭😭😭😭😭😭

the 8th ep...

OMG VOX IS BACK HIIIIIII!!!!!!! I MISSED U SO MUCHHH

AWWW NIFTY DID THIS LIL THINGY FOR ALASTOR ITS SO CUTE

Also can we talk bout how Charlie n Vaggie FINALLY KISSED??? I CANT IMMA JUST----

Im really so glad that Alastor is actually protecting the hotel and all people in it, hes probably doing it just because he have no choice, but i really hope that he do care about Charlie n everyone else. Also their fighting outfits is really cool. AND THE ANIMATIONS WHEN HE TOOK HIS DEMON FORM WAS SOOOO COOL, IT WAS LIKE IN 3D (maybe it actually was in 3d idk-)

Okay yknow.. When Adam blasted (idk if thats a correct word for that) at Alastor n broke his michrophone and Als voice became so clear, like, without any radio effects, I actually thought that he lost all his abilities, cuz Adam is clearly stronger than Al, and i got so scared becuz that would mean that he wont be able to protect the hotel anymore and maybe even die... But it didnt happen so its all good!!

Also Vox watching this whole fight being so exited for Als death was kinda funny to watch.

Okay.... I dont wanna cry again so can i not talk about sir Pentious? Thank you. All i gotta say, I really happy he managed to confess his feelings to Cherri before he... yknow...

Also Charlie FINALLY TOOK HER FULL DEMON FORM. N I ACTUALLY WAS NOT EXPECTIN RAZZLE N DAZZLE TO BE A GIANT DRAGONS THAT WAS SO COOL without thinking that one of them died...

Also i immediatly thought that sparing Lute was a mistake. Guess what? IT WAS!! :DDDDDD

ALSO I THROUGH THIS WHOLE FIGHT WAS REALLY HOPING THAT LUCI WILL COME OUT N SLAUGHT ALL THOSE BITHES FOR GOOD. N HE DID!!! I LITERALLY, ALL IN TEARS AFTER SR PENTIOUS' DEATH, WAS SO HAPPY I WAS LIKE: FUCKING FUCK YESSS!!! KILL THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS!!! '!!'! '! ₽!! 3!&!& ALSO I ADORE THE FACT THAT EVEN IN A FIGHT HES SUCH A SILLY CUTIE PATOOTIE.

And we saw his demon form n its really cool!

ALSO I WAS SO ANGRY WHEN CHARLIE MADE LUCI SPARE ADAM LIKE-- PLS LUCI KILL HIM N LUTE, THEY CLEARLY DONT DESERVE TO LIVE. Also we saw Adams real face which is kinda cool.

ADN MY GIRL NIFFTY DID ALL THE JOB HERSELF, LIKE GOOD JOB GURL! I KHEW WE CAN COUNT ON U.

Okay, at 1st ep i was not sure bout Katies new voice, cuz it clearly was hearable that its a mans voice, but in this ep its actually working! I absolutely loved this: «Nobody gives a shit about you, Tom!» xd

Ok so.... Ill try not to scream... khem- THEYRE CANNON!!!! THEYRE!!! FUCKING!!! CANNON!!!!! IM SO HAPPY U CANT EVEN UNDERSTAND!!!!!!! I FUCKING KHEW THAT THEYLL BE CANNON, IM A FUCKING GENIUS IDC. IK THERE WILL BE SOME PPL THAT WILL BE LIKE: "nOoO tHeY rE nOt cAnNoN iTs pRoBaBlY mIsAnDerStOoDinG....." YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK YOU. THEY ARE CANNON, I DONT GIVE A SHIT!!!! FUCK U IF U THINK THEYRE NOT TOGETHER

JUST LOOK AT THEM THEYRE SO CUTE AAAAAA

Also this last part of the song with Alastor was so strange. Yk english is not my first language so i probably missed alot what he said in that, but i clearly remember that he said something bout his wings n i was like WHAAAAT????? I know i probably just heard it wrong, cuz HE JUST CANT BE AN ANGEL RIGHT?... RIGHT??? He also said smt bout his freedom, so yeah, I think the wings was just a metaphor. But overall he looked really scared for some reason, which is actually so weird. Its so weird to see Alastor actually being scared..

ALSO WE FINALLY SAW LILITH, but sadly didnt hear her voice. N what is weird, it looked like she was on sorta vacathion, and Lute talked with her bout Adam being Killed AND THATS SO WEIRD AHHH I CANT WAIT TO FIND OUT WHAT IS HER ROLE IN ALL HERE!!

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT CHARLIE WAS RIGHT?? SINNERS CAN BE REDEEMED. CUZ PENTIOUS APPEARED IN HEAVEN AFTER HIS DEATH (n im really-really happy for him actually, im so glad that he didnt dissapear from the show, cuz he actually was my fav character in the pilot)

aoisjdjdjndndnns i cant wait for season 2!!!! Ig that the main antogonists in this season will finally be VEES?? OHHH IM SO EXITEDDDD

My review/thoughts on eps 1-2

My review/thoughts on eps 3-4

My review/thoughts on eps 5-6

#hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin alastor #lucifer #my post