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waldau · 5 months

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it's just us — boo seungkwan | 1,672 words | fluff, hurt/comfort

uri boo :) title comes from his lovely cover of as it was by harry styles. sometimes you need to realize that there are people who actually want to listen to what you want to say, as i learned the hard way. also, seungkwan 💞

gender neutral reader. warnings: none.

seungkwan's hands are almost trembling when he slots the key into the lock of his door. they are trembling, but he doesn't want to let himself believe it. because if he does, he's going to have to acknowledge the fact that he can't get through tonight without seeing you in some way or the other. he doesn't want you worrying over him because he always wants to be taking care of you, not the other way round.

with a deep inhale, he opens the door of his house and prepares to spend another lonely night by himself. maybe you'll be free just long enough to talk to him on video call for a while. that has to suffice till you get back.

seungkwan doesn't expect to see the lights on, or smell something delicious on the stove.

he doesn't even have the time to worry about an intruder in his house because you walk out into the living room from his bedroom, towelling your hair dry. you're supposed to be in paris, for work. you're not supposed to be here, in his place, looking like everything he needs right now.

"hey, kwannie," you say, dropping the towel on the back of a chair and making your way to him. "i know this is sudden, but we wrapped up the conference earlier than expected. i thought i'd come here and stay the night. i hoped you wouldn't mind."

of course it's okay. it's more than okay. but seungkwan can't believe you chose to come to his place after what must have been a tiring week. he doesn't trust himself to speak, but you're still speaking.

"...something for you, i hope you like...kwannie? you okay?"

you're there when he takes shaky steps forward, unsure of what to do with himself. he wants to hug you, kiss your face a million times till you push him away with a laugh, wrap you in his arms and just exist with you, breathing in and out.

instead all he does is kick off his shoes and collapse on the couch. he doesn't want to talk about it. can't, not when you've come back to him after a week away. surely you don't want to listen to why his day was bad. you've even made dinner, for crying out loud.

"kwannie?"

"i'm fine," he says. he thinks you know how untrue it is.

"anything i can do for you?"

"no." he wants to be held by you, but he's scared the facade he's put up is going to come crashing down the moment he's in your arms.

"you sure? are you hungry? do you want me to pick your favourite movie with dinner? run you a bath?"

"i said no."

"but—"

"please, can you not?" he snaps. he doesn't mean to. he regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth, given that they do little to dispel the burden in his chest. and now he's ended up hurting you, too.

you say nothing, simply walking away to the kitchen. fuck, seungkwan thinks. he shouldn't have said a word. he's wanted you all day long, and he's so lucky you're here, but the first thing he's done is snap at you?

he sinks sideways to hide from you, and before he knows it, there's tears streaming down his face. he's been holding them in for long enough that they don't stop even when you come out of the kitchen, sitting next to him and resting a hand on his thigh.

"kwan," you say softly. "come here?"

seungkwan lets himself be pulled into your embrace, his head resting on your chest while your arms pull him closer. he wants to sink into you forever.

"is this okay?" you ask, pushing his hair from his face. he can finally see you clearly. you don't look upset, or annoyed, or anything he feared you'd be.

"yeah."

one of your hands comes up to wipe the tears from his face. "bad day?"

he nods. "i'm sorry i—"

"shh. i know. want to talk about it?"

"not now."

"that's okay. do you want to hear about my day instead?"

that's what seungkwan loves about you — you always manage to find a solution. whether it's working out what to do when the lights go out, or when you run out of something you should have bought from the supermarket last week, you're level-headed, and he really needs that right now.

he settles himself more comfortably in your embrace, blinking out the rest of his tears while your fingers catch them and wipe them off, your hands still around him.

he listens to you talk about the weather in paris, your weird colleague who wouldn't stop singing during the board meeting, the food you had — it's all mundane stuff, but it helps to ground him. you're here for the night, and you're not going anywhere.

"i missed you every single day there," you sigh, your chin resting on his head. he can feel the slight drip of water from your hair, but he doesn't mind. "every time i took a picture i thought of you."

"really?" he asks, rhetorically.

"yeah. maybe we should go to paris the next time you're free. there's so many things i think you'd like. also, i got you some croissants, but they're probably rock solid by now," you say with a grimace. "maybe the oven can help."

"maybe."

there's silence for a while before you murmur his name in a questioning tone. seungkwan buries himself just a bit more into you, not wanting to have the conversation he knows is inevitable.

"i'm not...asking you to tell me what happened, but i want you to know you can, okay? you're always there to listen to me and it's kind of unfair if i can't be the same person for you."

seungkwan breaks a bit at that. you're not pushy; you just want him to be fine. he's anything but a hypocrite. he thinks of all the times he opens his arms to you, wanting to listen to everything that's bothering you till you feel better. so he shouldn't shy away from being like that with you, right?

"do you really want to hear me talk about...stuff?"

"yes." to emphasize your point, you push your leg under his and curl it towards yourself, effectively trapping him in place on top you. "i'll not let you go."

he feels a giggle come up. "then don't."

and you don't. you reach for the throw near the armrest of the sofa and drape it over the two of you. it's like time stops for seungkwan — all he's aware of is you underneath him, your breath even. he tries to match your breathing.

"have you been sleeping well?"

seungkwan could lie, say that he has, but he thinks you know the answer. "no," he says, refusing to look at you. "missed you."

you sigh, running your hand through his hair. "kwannie, you have to. you know i can't always be with you, right?"

"then move in with me," he says, before he can fully think about it. "i'm sorry, i didn't think—"

"i'd love to," you say, pressing a kiss to his head. "but i want you to say it with a clear mind, okay? i don't want this to feel like you're forced."

"i'm not...i want you to move in. but not right now."

"ask me again later?"

it's not the first time seungkwan marvels at how lucky he is to have someone like you in his life. you're his, and while he's gotten used to the permanency of you in his life, topics like moving in and getting married are still there on the far horizon. he hadn't given them much thought until now, but he can see them happening with you.

he finds his words. "i will. it's just...i'm tired. i'm out there all the time, you know? always working. sometimes i feel like i work too hard to get people to really see me."

"you wish you didn't have such an active role sometimes?"

"yeah. i just want to take a break, but i can't. sometimes i feel nothing i ever do will be enough."

you don't say anything, simply rubbing his back. he feels better already, letting it out, because he knows what he's saying isn't really true — it's just that one part of him that keeps popping up from time to time.

"you know it's not true, right?" you ask when he shifts. "you've done so much you should be proud of yourself for. hell, i'm so proud of you every single day. and the fact that you're my boyfriend is possibly one of the best things that's ever happened to me. you've made me realize there's so many things i can improve about myself, and i can't thank you enough for that, kwannie. if your day's been bad you should know i'm always here for you, even if it's through a phone. i love you. always."

seungkwan nods. i love you, he means to say. thank you for everything. he presses a kiss to your neck, and then another, revelling in the warmth of your skin. you understand his silent words, like he hoped, pulling him closer. you rest like that till your stomach grumbles, which is when you push him away embarrassedly and sit up.

"let me plate dinner," seungkwan says, glad to find his voice is steady. he gets up, but you catch his hand before he leaves.

"i know you have work tomorrow, but when you're done, do you want to come to my place so we can spend the weekend together? we don't have to do anything. just...live. for two days. forget everything outside. maybe actually talk about moving in together."

he feels a smile come up. "i'd...really like that."

he knows it doesn't get easy in just a blink of an eye, but the weight on his shoulders is always less when he's with you.

#i love him :(#boo seungkwan #boo seungkwan fluff #seventeen #seventeen fluff #svt #svt fluff #seungkwan #fluff #waldau writes

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anonymous-dentist · 5 months

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I find it amazing how many people are reaction to Pepito and roier relationship, like, expecting him to be the greatest father of all times when he has been dealing with depression for the longest time and now is facing what could only be described as one of the lowest points in his life.

While also forgetting Pepito's own feelings because he clearly wants to get closer to him and worries about him.

It's because they aren't actual Roier fans, because real Roier fans are NOT out here calling him a good father rn. He's fucked up! He needs help! He's doing his best, but he also isn't, and we all know and acknowledge that. Pepito does, too!!

But then we see all these English-POV-Only people taking literally everything qRoier does and going "See? He shouldn't be a father anymore. Let Bad (or Fit or Phil or any English CC) take care of Pepito from now on, they'll know how to do it!!!" And like. That's super fucked up!!!!! Because we had that Otipep bullshit last week that Hispanic fans were understandably really upset about, and then English fans are like "Well actually it was canon and Roier is a terrible dad and his child hates him so Bad should obviously take custody of Pepito because he's perfect!!" like?? That's super weird? Why do people only criticize Roier's parenting rn?

Think about it. Even going back to when Bobby was alive and when even Tilin and Flippa were alive, English fans were discounting Roier's parenting despite Bobby unarguably being the happiest kid on the island up until his dying breath, anyone can tell you that. When Bobby died, everyone said it was Roier's fault. When Tilin died, I saw people saying "Well, this wouldn't have happened if Roier was there instead of Slime. He should've paid more attention." Same for when Flippa died the final time. Some people still don't count Roier as one of Richarlyson's fathers, but they're practically begging for Bad to be one. Or they've been like "Well Roier can't take care of Richarlyson, he'll get him killed just like how he got Bobby killed!" since June

And now we have Roier and Pepito and Otipep's non-canon leaving a sign in English for other parents to see how bad of a parent Roier has to be. qBad saying "Well, Richarlyson is a better parent than Roier is."

But then we have qRoier himself not wanting to be a parent again but taking care of Pepito anyway and giving Pepito cookies when the other islanders could technically take care of Pepito for him. He doesn't trust Pepito at all and he thinks Pepito is evil and a clone or whatever sent to distract him from the Federation, but he's taking care of Pepito anyway, and he's done a pretty okay job at it considering how genuinely depressed and suicidal he is. He's been spending all night every night working on something in secret, but he still went to hang out with Pepito instead of continuing to work on it or instead of sleeping or whatever.

Pepito loves Pepito's dad, and Pepito has been wanting to really connect with him. When ccRoier gets better and feels well enough to get online, I wouldn't be surprised if Pepito stuck close to him to try and cheer him up because! Pepito adores him!! Pepito doesn't want a different father; if Pepito did, Pepito would've hung around Forever or Bagi or Bad all day like Otipep would've (because Otipep hated Roier and wanted a different parent)

But people- and, again, mostly English-POV-onlies, and specifically BBH-POV-Onlies- have decided that Pepito needs to be rescued. Roier is a bad father, Otipep is canon despite several ccs and admins and Quackity himself saying otherwise, Pepito needs someone who can take care of Pepito, and that person? Obviously qBadBoyHalo, who is literally dying in canon. Bad is NOT healthy at all, anyone looking at him can see that.

Not one of Pepito's other parents (who happen to all be Latin American, majority Mexican + Carre the Argentinean.) Not any of the Brazilians or the French. One of the English CCs, who doesn't even speak Pepito's language (because Pepito doesn't like writing in anything but Spanish because! Pepito's parents are all Hispanic! Why would Pepito need to write in English around them?)

So, really, people need to take a look at their attitudes and consider whether or not they think Roier is and always has been a bad father because of his actions or because he's a Mexican man. Same reason why people need to think about this regarding qMariana and Flippa, and qQuackity with Richarlyson.

Because, to me (admittedly as a gringo myself), this all reeks of xenophobia. Why else would a Mexican character and cc and his fans be constantly harassed by overwhelmingly-American fans in defense of a white American man who has not once asked them to do this. Fans demanding Pepito speak in English last night when Pepito was hanging out with Bad and being unhappy when Pepito spoke in Spanish. Fans consistently demonizing the Latin American members and characters and eggs on the server, whether it's the Latin American Hispanics or the Brazilians.

Last night, Bad's fans led a hate campaign against Roier and Cellbit fans on Twitter. They've been pulling this shit for weeks now since Pepito first showed up, and I really think that they need to take a step back and touch some grass and consider their values because this issue goes far deeper than character analysis, I think.

#asks!#anon!#discourse #maybe it's not my place to speak on this as a gringo but like #this is absolutely fucked up beyond all belief #the harassment i've seen these past few weeks is RIDICULOUS #should NOT be happening

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jurassic-park-inthe-world · 1 year

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Father Malcolm

Summary: The OC, Jane, is Ian Malcolm's adopted daughter, like Kelly, and is being bullied. Her dad's angry and kind of (clearly) flips out a little.

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Third Person POV

Ian Malcolm used to only have one kid: a cute little Black girl named Kelly. Now, he had two: Kelly and Jane, a small Irish girl maybe a year or two older than Kelly, who was now 16. The reason Ian adopted her was because he used to know her great-grandfather, John Hammond, and hated to see that when he'd died, she'd go into the system. He adopted her right away, knowing John wouldn't want his great-granddaughter at risk in the system. Ian loved her, very much, and he wanted nothing more than to wrap her in Bubble Wrap and keep her from the world forever, just like Kelly.

The day his daughter told him a boy hit her, he flipped. Bad. I mean, Ian was all about protecting kids, the innocents who needed it, if he could help. But a boy? Putting hands on his daughter? The kid was as good as dead. Jane was severely upset, and she told him, "I didn't even do anything, he just doesn't like me!" "Ignore that, for now," Ian said, feeling the rage building in his blood like a pot on boil. he desperately wanted to find this kid and beat him, but he couldn't, because...well, because he as a minor, for one, and two, he didn't think going to jail would be very helpful right now. "Come here." He led her to the garage, where her old drum set was. "I've heard you practicing, can you play me something?" He asked, and jane nodded, smiling shyly. She took a seat and picked up the sticks. "Any requests?" She asked in her soft voice. "Something badass," Ian smirked.

She smiled, turning to a small digital laptop and pulling up a music loader, selecting a song. The tones of "Iron Man" by Black Sabbath began to play, and she started to go to town. She did amazing, Ian was proud of her. "good choice," He grinned when she was done. "Listen to me, Jane." He said when they got back inside. His daughter turned her bright green eyes on him. "Don't you ever let a boy hit you, okay? If he hits you again, you have my permission to kick his ass." She giggled, and he continued, "I want you to tell me something. Did he say anything to you?" "That you and Uncle Alan and Aunt Ellie didn't love me anymore, that's why I don't have a real family." I'm gonna fucking kill this little shit, Ian swore in his mind. Gritting his teeth, he said sharply, "Well, we do. And that is never going to change, got that?" She smiled, looking a little sleepy. "Yes, dad. I do." "Good." He kissed her forehead. "Go take a nap or something, you look tired." She mock-saluted him. "You're the doctor." Then she smirked slyly. "I mean, you're the chaotician." "Go!" He playfully shouted, and she laughed, running to her room and shutting the door. I'm going to protect her, I swear to God. I will give my life for you, Jane Malcolm, He told himself. And he would.

#ian malcolm #alan grant #ellie sattler #jurassic park #bullies #hurt #comfort #dad ian malcolm #oneshots #oc #daughter fic #good father Ian Malcolm #kelly malcolm

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Taking Flight - Chapter 17 - Arrival

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Huang really didn’t expect his sister to summon him to Paris of all places. He expected it to be to trick him into coming to the city to visit Xia and her family, which if he was being honest all of them should have been doing more often. But out of all of them, Xia had chosen the most normal life she could despite everything.

He spent quite a bit of time trying to figure if should he book a flight or take a portal…

Yeah he wasn’t going to waste a few hundred dollars if he could just portal his way to the city. Besides with all the magic that should be circulating through the area the spell would be more than stable. Especially if it’s been harboring it consistently for over a year.

“Are you sure you don't want me to come? My family can watch the kids.”

“If she says not to bring you then I’m not bringing you,” Huang said before facing his wife. “Besides, it's better for the kids to have one of us if they can’t have both.”

Elvira sighed and took Huang’s hands, “I’d rather be there and not be needed than not go and be needed.”

Huang took a hand to smooth the worry lines on her forehead with a small smile, “You may know more, but I am just as capable as you.” Huang kissed her forehead when he was satisfied with the lack of worry lines.

“Now you know well tha-“

“Mom! Alan hit Mira!”

Both of them sighed, Elvira kissed Huang’s cheek, “Think before you jump.”

“I do,” Huang grumbled as Mira’s screams became louder. The couple and their eldest winced at the sound from the hallway. Their son pushed his hands on his ears, as if that would lessen the sound.

“Oh Mira sweetie, Mommy is right here,” Elvira said as she made her way to her crying daughter, leaving Huang and his son.

The boy looked at the portal, his little fists clenched and a pout formed on his round face. He never liked seeing them, it always meant no mom or dad.

“Do you have to go?” The boy asked as his father moved the suitcase next to the portal.

“Ren,” Huang kneeled down, “I understand what it’s like for someone to be coming and going a lot, but I need to go help Āyí Baihu in fixing Āyí Xia’s home. And it can’t be done without my expertises.”

“What’s wrong with Āyí’s home?” Ren looked his father up and down. His pout forever something Huang wanted to preserve to memory, but he knew his memory would loose it one day. And no photo could ever catch it right, no matter how many times Huang had tried.

“I don’t know everything, but there’s this bad guy abusing magic to hurt people,” Huang said carefully. He knew his son wasn’t stupid, but he couldn’t dump it on him.

“How come people use it wrong,” Ren’s pout deeped.

“People are selfish, bad, sometimes a person doesn’t know any better even.”

“Well they should,” Ren crossed his arms. If the situation was his son wanted another bowl of ice cream Huang would have just laughed at the stance. Ren though was upset over something more serious, and something that’s not quite so trivial.

“Some people are just like that, but that’s why Mom and I do what we do. Get rid of people who should know better,” Huang booped his son's nose. “So cool kids like you get to have fun and be safe.”

Ren’s nose had a short flare, the young boy looked down clearly frustrated, “Can’t someone else do it?”

That question was a shot through the heart. Huang asked himself that when Bǎo left, when their mother took him and Baihu to America, he’d had this question run through his mind so many times.

Huang looked back at the portal, he could only leave it open for so long. His lips pressed down in thought, if this was anyone else he would say find someone else. He would tell them he can’t leave his family again, but Baihu was family; Xia and Tom were too, and they had a daughter in a horrible environment seeping with misused magic. He couldn’t leave any of them to struggle like that, and he knows if any of them were in the same position they would choose to help. Even if all Xia wanted was a peaceful, normal life, she would still answer a call.

Huang looked at his son again, “You only trust mommy and I to pick the clothes you would like right?”

Ren looked up confused, he nodded in confirmation to the strange question. Huang smiled, “Well your Āyímen trust just me to help get this problem solved.” Huang fought the urge to bounce his leg as his son mulled over the explanation. Ren looked at his father while he looked like he understood he was convinced that his father shouldn’t go.

“Do you trust anyone to fix it for them?” Ren’s question was an easy one to answer for the man.

“Only your mother,” Huang said with a strained smile. Ren opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by his mother.

“Ren, come watch your sister while I put Alan away!”

Ren took a few steps to do as his mom asked but stopped. Huang had the wind knocked out of him as small arms did their best to wrap around him.

“Come back soon,” Ren spoke, his voice muffled from burying his face into his father’s shoulder.

Huang returned the hug tightly, “I will.” Huang gave a kiss on his son's head before Ren pulled away, the boy ran out of the room, “Bye Bàba!”

Huang sighed, finally lifting himself from the kneel position. He stretched his back with a groan, he wasn’t that old but he never really prioritized self preservation when he was younger.

Huang slid his backpack on and pulled the handle of the suitcase up. He faced the portal, he couldn’t help but take a deep breath before stepping through. He stepped out of the portal dizzy and nauseous, he stumbled out into the room. The portal closed with a prominent “zwimp.”

Huang flopped onto the couch in front of him, a groan came out of him after a moment of silence in the room. As much as portaling nausea was easier to deal with than jet lag it still took some time to let it make its course.

His sweet silence was broken by his phone ringing.

“Hi,” he answered the phone.

“Thank you for actually having a phone,” Bridget’s voice rang through.

“Of course I have a phone,” Huang sat up. “Did you think I got rid of it?”

“Well the last time I saw you, you just handed me a page and told me to contact you with the spell on it.”

Maybe he should have been more specific about the terms of the spell. Did he mention how long he would be without his phone? He might have forgotten.

“Anyway, your magic letter said you’d be in Paris about now sooo, are you here?”

“Yes I’m in Paris,” Huang ran his hand down his face.

“Well where are you?”

“I’ll be there when I get there.” Huang suppressed a groan, he just wanted a moment to himself. A very long moment at that. This city was practically infused with magic, the air around him left him tired. How the city was bustling outside with this weight was beyond him.

“Marinette’s coming home from school for the day in about thirty to forty minutes; if she doesn’t decide to eat out or go to a friend's place. And you can come surprise her,” Bridget let out huff before the sound of shuffling came through.

“She doesn’t know I’m coming?”

“I don’t know if Sabine told her, but if she did I don’t remember telling Xia when you’d be here just that you were coming. So if Marinette does know, she just doesn’t know when,” Bridget explained. Huang frowned, Marinette didn’t really like surprises, at least not very often. Well that’s the impression he got when she was younger, he didn’t really interact with her his last visit.

“Anyway, I think it would be good for you to just come on over. They can afford for Tom to handle the front alone before lunch rush,” Bridget’s voice started to sound a bit giddy.

Huang looked at his backpack and suitcase, it wasn’t a lot. Not really. He could take care of it later.

“Let me get over the portal neasoua and then I’ll be over.”

His sister’s voice could be heard as she made a chain of yeses. Huang smiled, she may be an adult but sometimes it felt like Bridget had never truly grown up. He couldn’t help but think of the time she did the same string of yeses, dancing in a circle, with a pile of dirt and earthworms in her hands.

“I’m gonna go tell Xia.”

It took a moment for Huang to realize that his sister had left her phone. Huang hung up, taking to tossing his phone on the coffee table before him. He leaned back on the sofa, just a few more minutes and he would be on his way

•

“So there was a meeting on Monday?” Marinette finally asked when they parted the school.

“Yes,” Alya stated, her voice saying the word like it was an absolute.

“And you left a note on my desk to go to it, because you couldn’t,” Marinette spoke each word almost as if each word were a different sentence. Her hands helping by moving them with each syllable.

“God, yes Marinette. You’ve asked me this three times already,” Alya’s frustration made itself more known despite her efforts to keep herself calm. She was used to Marinette’s need to ask for confirmation multiple times even if was a simple yes or no.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Marinette spoke as they made their way to the crosswalk. “The thing is there was never a note on my desk on Monday. No one even told me!”

“Did you check your email?” Alya asked. They made their way across the street, Alya raised her hand in thanks. The driver gave a wave back.

“I always check my email,” Marinette frowned at her. “You watched me check every other minute once.”

“And we didn’t get any of the homework done for at least an hour because of that,” Alya pointed out as they rounded the bakery. The lunch rush was starting, they didn’t want to distract Marinette’s parents.

“You get my point,” Marinette gave a huff as she opened the residents door. “I would have seen if there was anything. I have it set up so I will!”

Marinette moped a bit on the way up the stairs. It was all too frustrating. She should have seen it, she would have seen it! She wasn’t stretched out that much, she was balancing things sufficiently. She only had a few things left over from last week to finish, she get them done before patrol today and tomorrow.

It’s not like she wasn’t trying to keep up. She just had more now. Besides she-

Marinette’s chest blossomed in a sudden warmth that slowly spread, it was slowly followed by a slight chill as she felt a tug. As Alya and her came up the last steps to her family’s apartment a heavy ball formed from the tug. Marinette swollowed as they came to the door, it was just her anxiety. Everything would be fine, her parents were downstairs working, her aunt was probably in a meeting, and Makzenie was most likely beading.

They were fine.

Marinette tested the doorknob to find it already unlocked, Makzenie or Bridget must be up here the teen figured.

“Do you think someone mistook it for trash,” Alya asked as Marinette opened the door.

“Maybe,” Marinette shrugged but stopped at the doorway to see her mother sitting on the couch like she had with Bridget last month. Briget was lounging on the right side, and a man sat between them, his back to the door. The man seemed to tense before turning around to see the two girls, he relaxed and smiled.

“Marinette! I was wondering where you were,” the man got up to round the couch while Bridget sat up.

“Uncle?”

“Wow Marinette, how many family members are you hiding,” joked Alya, she gave a slight nudge to get Marinette going.

“We almost have everyone,” Bridget said as she sorted through some papers on the island. “We just need Bǎo to drop by.”

“Do you really think that would end well,” Huang joked as he opened his arms in an offer to Marinette.

“I’m good,” Marinette said, her voice feeling a bit tight. She had to be asleep, today was just unreal.

Huang nodded, he looked over Marinette. His eyebrows formed confused creases as he seemed to look not really at her. A look Marinette got from Master Fu or the Kwami.

Marinette gave an awkward smile. The heaviness in her chest seemed to fade as she stood in the room, she instead felt just a wave of anxiousness overcome her. Her stomach felt like a hearth aflame as she came to terms with another thing to worry about.

“I don’t remember you having a necklace last time,” Marinette spoke mainly to herself. A deep faded green adder stone wrapped by a leather strap around his neck.

“Oh this was an anniversary gift Elvira got for me, I love these things,” Huang smiled, lifting it closer to Marinette to see before letting it fall back down.

Her uncle turned to Alya and his eyebrows raised slightly, “You’re Alya right? Marinette’s best friend?” His eyes gave a slight squint as he spoke the last two words.

“Yes,” Alya nodded firmly. A serious action but she leaned on her left with a hand on her hip. “What about it?”

“Can you believe it?” Bridget dramatically cried, “She replaced Quel and I so easily, and after everything we did together!” Bridget dropped herself over the back of the couch. Marinette frowned at her aunt unamused as she pretended to cry her woes. Marinette’s rolled at the antics as the sound of papers was put in a bag.

“I hear you were one of the heroes, is that right?”

Marinette looked over at her friend, immediately catching her thin lips and the anxiousness in the shape of her eyes.

“Yeah, I was,” Alya confirmed a beat later than she would if it was about anything else.

“Aw that’s neat,” Huang’s smile looked more forced as he looked over the two girls, fiddling with his stone.

Marinette took Ayla’s hand in her, “Well we have a paper to write! Nice to see you uncle, and Adrien is coming over tomorrow!” Marinette shouted as she brought herself and Alya up the steps to her room.

“Your model boy?” Bridget called to the retreating girls.

“Who’s that?” Huang asked, not seeming to direct it to anyone in particular.

“Why is he coming over,” Sabine asked, having made her way to make her head in view for her daughter.

“School thing. Tell you more at dinner! Love you,” Marinette said before shutting the door. Marinette sighed, letting her body relax. Her hands on the trap door and letting her thigh muscles give out to sit.

Everything really was piling up now, wasn’t it?

The family downstairs was muffled through the door but Alya flopping on the chaise wasn’t missed by the girl. She turned back and looked at her friend face down on the furniture.

“Uh, you okay Alya? I'm sorry about my family, I didn't know my uncle was coming. I’m sorry if they made you uncomfortable, I really-“

“It’s fine,” Alya brought herself up. “Let’s just get to the paper, okay?”

“Of course,” Marinette said hesitatingly. She moved items aside to make room for Alya to do work on the table with her. Marinette pushed her keyboard to make room for herself to have her own packet out and papers out. They went over possible books or folktales to do the term paper on. Marinette and Alya both having their own lists of possible candidates, trying to come to some final decision.

A few times did Marinette notice a sound that shouldn’t have happened and anxiously cast a glance at her friend. Alya, thankfully, seemed to not notice even the nervous bounce of Marinette’s leg. While Alya used her phone to search possible titles, Marinette used her desktop.

Marinette did a quick search through her email to find it lacking an end of week email, which was more than odd. Maybe someone had accidently forgotten to add her to the list of people. No, she was listed as a receiver for the group. So why hadn’t she gotten an email about a meeting on Monday?

Beside Marinette, Alya was lightly tapping her foot back and forth, from heel to ball. When she wasn’t fidgeting with her pen she was tapping her fingers on the papers, none of the tapping giving sound. Her thumb scrolled through the articles about the books she was looking through.

A banner came down, just seeing the app icon she swept it up. It was better to ignore until later, she had homework to get done. But another came down, and another, she kept swiping the banner away, but to no avail the messenger was persistent. After what was possibly the fifteenth time Alya let out a strangled cry of frustration and dropped her phone on the table.

The actions made Marinette jump in her seat; the phone buzzed against the table while Alya ignored it. Face in her hands as she continued to take deep breaths, Marinette eyed the phone and then looked between her friend and the device.

“Alya,” Marinette started hesitantly, “what’s wrong?”

It felt like the wrong question, but to ask if she was okay was stupid! She was unmistakably not okay, what else was she supposed to ask?

“Nothing-ing,” Alya’s voice cracked, filled with nervousness. The phone buzzed again, making Marinette’s eyes shift to it again.

“Alya,” Marinette started again quietly, this time with more concern than hesitance. She placed her hand on the girl’s shoulder, “Something is wrong. Even if you don’t want to talk about it you can’t pretend there isn’t.”

Marinette felt her insides grow warm, a bad warm. Those were words she had come to terms with not too long ago. It felt strange actually saying them for the first time. Thinking words was very different from saying them, and Marinette didn’t think the feeling of finally saying them would ever pass.

The phone buzzed multiple times again. Alya rubbed her eyes with her palms, possibly pushing a little too hard. She picked it up, after a few taps on the screen the vibrations on her had ceased and no banner came down. But she knew that they were still coming through, she’d just have to wait to open them. And the words would hit her again.

The girl still held the object, fiddling with it as she stared at nothing. Contemplating what she should do, or even say.

“Do,” Alya cleared her throat before continuing, “do people come up to you about us?”

Marinette blinked before frowning in confusion but quickly the pieces put themselves together, “Do you mean the hero thing?”

“Yeah,” Alya nodded, playing with the charm on her phone case. “The…hero, thing.”

Marinette shifted in her seat, “What exacting about it?”

“Anything. Do they?”

Marinette sat there for a moment, partially perplexed.

“Well no, but there’s stares.” Marinette frowned. She sighed as she thought back on her date with Luka, it had been amazing, but…but the people around them in the packed spaces. They’d notice Luka but then they’d notice her would start murmuring and stare, and stare, and stare, and-

Marinette eyes shut as she took a deep breath, when she reopened her eyes she found Alya staring at her phone. She was tried. Marinette’s heart ached for her friend as she recognized the exact form her friend was under.

“Do, do people come you?” Marinette leaned so if Alya looked at her she’d be able to see her eyes.

“In person? No,” Alya’s face seemed to sag still staring at her phone, “Online though, there’s hundreds.”

Marinette looked at Alya’s grip on her phone, fingers tense against the case and thumbs pressing hard against the screen. She slowly brought her hands to Alya’s and gently pulled the phone from her friend’s grasp. Alya sat up a bit as she became aware of what was happening, she watched as Marinette set the phone down next to her desktop.

Alya opened her mouth to ask a question but Marinette beat her.

“Want some palmier and we’ll just hang out for a bit?” Marinette smiled at her friend, “Unless you don’t like palmier anymore and you want to go right back to working?”

Alya smiled back, “I would really like that.”

Marinette’s smiled widened, she gave the girl a quick hug before making her way to her trapdoor.

“Marinette,” Alya called causing Marinette to look back up confused, “You’re an amazing friend.”

Marinette smiled at Alya her face flushed from the statement, “Thank you Alya.” Marinette made her way down the stairs.

Alya sighed and relaxed in the chair she sat in, eyes closed. Unaware of all the mini sized gods peaking at her and Marinette with smiles on their faces.

Trixx though, more than anything at the moment, wanted to just hug the blogger. But instead decided to do his own form of tipping some luck her way. He flew below her and rounded behind her floats right next to the top of her head, he felt his fellow Kwami watch closely and anxiously.

Trixx lifted his flipper over the crown of her head, a deep orange with brown strips orb was generated. Only half an inch in diameter and was dull in color, Trixx carefully pushed the orb of energy onto her crown and it dropped down.

The fox Kwami watched as it did as he’d hoped and floated back up to his Guardian’s bed.

Alya felt like a ball dropped from her head to her chest, this heavy sphere became a warmth that soon spread through her body. The last of her tension in her shoulders dropped and she slowly opened her eyes, she rubbed her chest confused but certainly happier.

The air in the room suddenly felt clearer and she enjoyed it.

Not even seconds later was Marinette back enthusiastically with palmier and other treats. While Marinette spoke loudly to Alya making her laugh Trixx smiled.

“I bless you my kit, see through swindle and wield your own guile,” Trixx spoke under the much louder girls below.

•

Makzenie had not expected the Cheng family to be so big. And as she heard Huang talk about his four kids she couldn’t help if her mouth was open from hearing about his family. Not jaw dropping style, no it had to be something so out of the ball park for her jaw to just drop. But she felt real close to it when they brought they had an older bother named Bǎo.

Mackenzie ripped her bread apart as the expressive family around her spoke loudly. Marinette appeared to be in the same boat as her at the beginning of the meal but had soon joined in as if this were the norm.

Perhaps the older girl was used to situations like this, but then again this was her family.

Huang Cheng was certainly a character of a man, talking about how he escaped a pack of wolves on won of his trips in the Carpathian Mountains in Romania or how he had been suck on a mountain while in Sweden.

Mackzenie was beginning to slowly grow concerned over the youngest Cheng siblings as Bridget brought up her neat death experiences while traveling to different cities in the States for job. (That of which Mackzenie had not figured out.)

As the aware was small not everyone would all eat at the island Tom sat with his food at the counter with Marinette next to him, which Mackzenie sat at the end of the island making it easier to see the two and converse with them. Unlike Mlle. Cheng and Bridget, who had to turn to face the two.

As each person finished their meal they washed their dishes and set them in the dry rack. Mackzenie found herself feeling out of place and a bit awkward, but Marinette was her saving grace.

“I think I’m gonna head to bed now,” the girl spoke getting up. “I school tomorrow and still need to double check my suitcase again.”

“Right of course sweetheart,” Sabine said.

“I, I think I’ll be heading off to bed too,” Mackzenie spoke up.

“Okay, I’ll be down in a bit,” Bridget said sending a reassuring smile to her.

Marinette made her way up the stairs while Mackzenie went to the door.

“Mackzenie actually can I have a gift for you,” Huang spoke up. Mackzenie turned around very confused, she looked to his sisters. They both looked as confused as Mackzenie.

Huang came around the couch searching his pockets and muttering to himself in English.

“Ah, here,” he exclaimed once he had found whatever it was he had been looking for. He held up a necklace, it had a leather cord like his own necklace but what it was wrapped around was different.

“An arrowhead?” Mackzenie looked at the necklace with curiosity. The stone was yellow brown and smooth, it appeared to be polished too.

“Yes, arrowheads while used through history for weapons they were also used as magical charms or amulets; treated as talisman. They commonly represent strength and protection,” the stone piece spun and swung. “I made this one out of jasper. Supposed to be a calming stone,” Huang gave a shrug, “I personally believe items represent what we want them to.”

Huang held out the arrowhead necklace with a kind smile, “I made my sisters and Marinettte all jasper arrowheads, I thought it ought to be right to make you one too. Perhaps next time I can make you a quartz one.”

Mackzenie stood there for a moment before stammering, “Thank you. I, this is for me?”

Huang nodded, this made Mackzenie look back at the necklace for a moment, “You’re sure?”

“Yes, I believe I am,” Huang stated not pulling away. He simply stayed still. Mackzenie finally gabbed the necklace and looked it over, feeling the smoothness of the stone material. She smiled at it not seeing Huang beaming or his siblings behind him.

“Thank you,” she said again.

“Of course,” he nodded. “Well, I should be off now. It is going to be a bit late by the time I get to where I am staying.”

Huang left after saying goodbye to everyone and Mackzenie made her way to her room. True to her word Bridget came down and she heard her lock the door. The young girl had the cord around her neck while inspecting the piece before her. She thought back to what Huang had said, but what came to her mind was how his eyes looked amber for a moment before returning to the gray-blue all the Chengs had.

She sighed shaking the thought away and taking the necklace off setting it on the nightstand. She just needed some sleep, she thought before eventually falling asleep.

•

Ladybug stared at the window across the street, the gentle breeze passing through made her hair tickle her face. The young hero took a deep breath; Master Fu’s words echoed in her ears.

Pick an ally you can trust to fight alongside you in this mission.

Ladybug raised her chin before throwing her yo-yo and hung in front of the window. Kagami sat at a desk on a desktop peacefully working, her back to the window of her room.

Ladybug knocked on the window causing Kagami to jump and spin holding a pair of scissors, ready to defend herself. Ladybug gave an apologetic smile while Kagami’s body relaxed. She set aside the tool and let the heroine into her room.

“Ladybug,” Kagami nodded, welcoming the hero. “While I am pleased you are not an Akuma or a criminal I ask what are you doing here?” Kagami looked over at Ladybug, taking her in hidden curiosity.

Ladybug straightened and opened her yo-yo pulling out a black box, the same box Kagami had seen just weeks prior. Her eyes widened on their own accord as she realized what was happening.

“Kagami Tsurgi, here is the Miraculous of the Turtle, it grants the power of protection. You may use it for the greater good, once the time comes you will return the Miraculous to me,” Ladybug watched Kagami look as though the wind was knocked out of her. Ladybug held back a smile as she spoke the last line, “Can I trust you?”

At that Kagami looked back up at Ladybug and cooled features. Kagami raised herself in pride and nodded, “Yes, Ladybug.”

Ladybug let the smile envelop her face as her friend took the box and opened revealing Wayzz. The two bowed their heads in greeting; Kagami put on the now red bracelet with her family engraving instead of the usual shell pattern. Both of them faced Ladybug as Kagami asked, “Is there an Akuma now? Or are you expecting one?”

“No, and yes but no,” Ladybug let a soft sigh through her nose, “Myself and Chat Noir will be gone around the same time. If there is an Akuma will be back to Paris as quickly as we can, and for the time being, I thought it would be wise to have another holder out until we’re back.”

Kagami nodded taking in the information before looking back at Ladybug after letting her eyes stray, “Is there anything else I need to know or should be doing during your time away?”

Ladybug could spin around the room with pure joy. Kagami always to the point and on topic.

Ladybug nodded, “Not required but patrols if you feel the need to.”

“Then it will be done,” Kagami promised her chin raised, a look of determination on her face.

Ladybug smiled, “Thank you Kagami.” Ladybug threw her yo-yo out the window and gave a salute, “Bug out.”

Kagami made her way to the window to close it, she paused looking as Ladybug was still visible to her. Kagami bowed at the now heavily distant hero, “Thank you Ladybug.”

Kagami closed her window and turned to the turtle Kwami; she gave the chibi-like being a questioning face, “From what I gather as you give power to the holder you need substance. What exactly is it you require?”

“Anything is technically suitable, but I do have a preference for seaweed,” Wayzz answered with a smile.

“Then I shall have seaweed on hand till our time together has ended,” Kagami assured him.

Wayzz’s smile softened as Kagami did not wait for a response and went back to work. It had been quite a deal of time since he had a turtle such as her.

I'm alive <3

Hope you enjoyed!

#i got wrapped up in other fics that I only post on wattpad #taking flight #maribat alya #maribat marinette dupain cheng #maribat kagami #maribat #maribat fic #maribat fanfic

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biteypyrotiger · 1 year

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Sleep has been shitty lately and I'm so far from tired so let's go back to night blogging shit though today it's just a feelings vomiting rant. Don't mind me.

My uncle died Sunday. He was a good guy who opened his home up to a lot of people and, in addition to his own kids, was a father figure to many others and Santa Claus to many more. He was also funny as hell. He's someone that you don't want to see leave the world. That said, we didn't have much of a relationship and while I'm sad that he's gone, we weren't close enough for me to be truely grieving. I only ever saw him a few times a year and with my going no contact with my mom and, by extension, her whole family, I haven't seen or spoken to the man at all in years.

His obituary was clearly written by his son, my cousin, who is a professional writer and shares his father's sense of humor and cadence of speaking, both that come through clearly in text form.

It's making me think about how I would write the obituaries for my parents. After all, my dad is the same age as my uncle, my mom a year behind, and both, I believe cureently older than either of their fathers were when they passed.

My family isn't good with sentimentality or emotions or grief so generally we've left it up to the funeral home, always the same funeral home, to write it. Which yielded my grandmother's obit that basically said "She was married, had kids and grandkids, she had a job and she liked cats." What a shitty way to sum up a person. But we are too emotionally constipated for any sort of heartfelt public display where we might talk about how involved she was in our lives or that she was a very nice person.

Beyond that, my parents can, at best be described as complicated people with my brother and I having relationships with them that are even more complicated.

So what would I say?

Mom died recently. She spent around 40 years working as a nurse in psychiatric wards and has two living siblings and one kid she talks to and another she doesn't.

She really wanted to be involved in her kids' lives but instead spent their entire lives working a night shift and often going one or two weeks without seeing her kids because of it. And then she was always so upset at everything her daughter did and held a strong belief in the effectiveness of the silent treatment and so could easily go a month at a time without speaking to her daughter. Her son she coddled to the point of damaging his ability to care for himself.

She was generous with her time and money, often offering expensive gifts and cleaning the homes and spaces of her family without their having to ask. Or grant permission or be allowed input and then if you weren't happy with the imposition or your lack of say in the matter she'd be angry and call you an ungrateful brat.

She was terrible with money and was a bad nurse. She really wanted her kids to be what she thought kids should be like and forever be children dependent on her. She probably has multiple undiagnosed mental health problems because, in spite of being a mental health professional, she doesn't actually ever think about mental health.

Dad worked as a software engineer for his career and did some cool projects. He had two kids and a sister.

Dad spent decades volunteering with the boy scouts where he tried to make up for his abusive and emotionally volatile parenting of his actual kids with other people's kids, having only realized he fucked up when both his kids ended up needing a lot of therapy.

He was very supportive of his daughter who might be the only other person on the planet he identifies with at all. Even so, his daughter knows nothing about his emotions or really about 90% of what his general life was.

His entire relationship with his son can be summed up with abuse, mutual spite, and, by his son's late twenties, deep regret he can't articulate or repair.

He has no friends ad a dwindling family that he is too emotionally constipated to really have a real relationship with.

He really liked cats, space, and building models.

I feel like, as much as I hate the obit the funeral home wrote for my grandmother, I probably won't be able to put together anything that us simultaneously positive and honest.

I'm sure my cousins had issues with their dad, but in balance, it doesn't seem like they steugfled to write something positive and honest.

Side note, communicating my mom's version of generosity as a bad thing is often hard to do to people that haven't seen a lot of the context so if that doesn't make sense as a negative point let's just say that her generosity and acts of service look nice on the surface but are almost always about what she thinks the recipient should want. Which is to say, they should always want what she does and you're not allowed to disagree or often even have an opinion. I had a dream the other night that she broke into my house and reorganized and repainted the entire house without ny permission. And that is legitimately the kind of shit she does and something I would legitimately be worried about her doing if we were in contact and she knew where I live. And then if I was mad about the physical and psychological intrusion, she'd scream and tell me I'm an ungrateful little shit of a child.

#personal #long post

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boliv-jenta · 2 years

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Dieter Bravo x female reader

Fluff. Smut-ish, mentions of drug use. 🔞

Part of Wardrobe.

Honesty

"Another negative one." Dieter held up the test for you to see. "Can I kiss you now?"

"I might not have Covid but am still sick. I don't want you to catch anything. Plus am all germy and gross."

"Germy? Yes. Gross, never. You're pretty as always."

"You're just after that kiss."

"Always. It's still true though, you're always pretty. First thing when your hair is all crazy, when you drool in your sleep when you nap, when you're riding my dick. All pretty."

"Thank you."

"What no telling me off for spoiling something sweet with something dirty? You must be sick."

"Am too tired to put up the pretence that I don't find it funny. I like your dirty mouth."

"Oh, I know you do. Speaking of which, do you want Daddy to take care of you?"

"You have definitely misread the vibe here. You can only get away with Daddy when am horny. Am clearly not right now."

"Not even a little?"

"No! Daddy is going to have to look after himself."

Is he actually pouting about not getting any right now? Before you could question him about it he left the room. After a few minutes he called back to you about going to the store. Too tired to deal with his weird behaviour, you closed your eyes to drift off.

When you woke up a while later, he was sat in the corner reading a screen play. A shopping bag at his feet.

"Hey."

"Hey. How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts. My tongue feels fuzzy." He smiled as you stuck it out as if to show him the offending fuzziness.

"Well, let me see. I have a few things that might help. I spoke to the old lady who runs the store..." he brought the bag over to you, sitting of the edge of the bed and began to pull things out of it. "...she suggested this drink for energy." He pulled out a bottle labelled Lucazade. "This one she said to heat up to help the cold." He pulled out a bottle labelled Ribena. "These apparently need to be dunked in tea." He pulled out a pack labelled Jammie Dodgers. "She recommended these if your taste buds are a bit dulled from being bunged up." He pulled out Prawn Cocktail crisps.

"Did you just buy everything she suggested? Does she work on commission?"

"I just asked her what I could get to take care of you." He fiddled with something called a Curly Wurly as he spoke. "With you not wanting sex am not sure how else to make you happy." His voice was so small, it broke your heart.

"Dieter, you know how to make me happy. Just be you."

He shuffled uncomfortably under your praise.

Placing your hand over his you reassured him. "I mean it! Look at our first date. That was so thoughtful. I loved it."

"Am glad. You deserved it. I was a jerk."

"Are we talking about a specific time?"

"When I got high. I knew I was going to screw things up between us. I figured it was better just to screw it up straight away than drag it out."

"I know, I get it. It's okay."

"It's not. I even thought about..."

Your breathe caught in your chest at his pause, you couldn't think of anything worse than him using drugs again. "You can tell me anything."

"...I thought about sleeping with Krystal. Just for a second and not in a 'I like her' way. I just thought you'd hate me forever if I did that. Given your experience with your ex."

You were slightly in shock as his confession. "Yeah, that would have been an asshole move."

"Am sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. The lady at the store said to be honest..."

"She probably just meant telling me that you were worried about taking care of me. Or she really does work on commission and just wanted to sell you more tissues after you broke my heart."

"Am so sorry I didn't mean..."

"No, no, no. I don't mean that you did. I was trying to make a bad joke, break the tension."

"Oh."

You both sat there awkwardly for a moment.

"I'm not mad at you. Just some old feelings resurfacing."

"Do you want to tell me?" He edged closer, fully sitting next to you when he realised you weren't going to pull away.

Laying your head on his chest you voiced something you'd only ever admitted to yourself. "When my ex cheated. It wasn't the fact that he'd had sex with other woman, it was the betrayal of my trust. I could separate the physical aspect but him lying and acting like he was happy with me, that's what hurt me."

"I can understand that. Sex can just be physical. Nothing behind it. That's why I thought about...just for a moment..."

"I know why you did it. It's fine. Honestly." He relaxed underneath you. "You can have that kiss now if you like?"

"If you're sure you're up to it."

"I might be up for more than that."

"Nope. Not until you're better."

"Am I feeling better."

"No."

"Please, Daddy?"

"No."

"You don't sound so sure."

"I am. You need rest and to eat up."

"I know what I'd like to eat."

"God, is that what I sound like?!"

"Pretty much."

"Am sorry."

"No, your not."

"No, am not, it works."

Leaning down he finally got his kiss. He lasted about an hour before he caved and give you everything else you wanted. As you slept he started a list on the back of his screen play.

Non sex things that make my girl happy (in no particular order):

Stroking her hair

Pot Noodles

The Great British Bake Off

Honesty

Tags @kirsteng42 @babydarkstar @prolix-yuy @thegreenkid @hquinzelle @fangirl-316 @gracie7209 @jedifarmerr @doommommy

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #dieter bravo feels #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo

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levisgirll · 3 years

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Hello! Can you please do a Levi headcanon/scenario where he hurts his crush's feelings and makes her cry but later regrets it and tries to apologise to her? Thanks!

𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 (𝙇𝙚𝙫𝙞 𝘼𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙭 𝙁𝙚𝙢!𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧)

➡text: Hello there!! And omg of course I would be happy to write this out 🥺 the fact that to see levi apologize or own up to his mistakes is something that I would like to even write about- so thank you for this request! I hope you love it anon ♥ (incoming some fluff and you wont regret it!)

synopsis: it was a long tiring day and with under pressure levi ackerman had, he accidently said something to y/n (his crush!) which hurt her feelings. levi feels terrible and to make it up for it, made y/n realize that levi and her might share the same feelings for each other.

fluff, angst, aot world, imagine fanfiction ♡ —

It was a long stressful day at the Survey crops headquarters building, and Captain Levi was assigned with many paper work to get done with.

The last expedition made Levi worry quite a lot for Y/N and her safety. Sure she was skilled, and a fast thinker but that still did not stop Levi from worrying about her. It was because he was the captain he had to worry about his squad....right?

But after Y/N getting hurt on the last expedition because she is kind of ‘reckless’ to what Levi thinks and used as an excuse, his heart sank and he then realized not only did he care about her too much, but he also developed feelings for her and with time it grew. Just her presence, the way she was, caring, friendly, confident, her natural beauty and a badass made him fall for her more.

But ever since on that day, he blamed himself for her getting injured because she was on his squad team.

The upcoming expedition was next month and he was becoming even more stressed and load with paperwork because it was a bigger mission this time they never had. Y/N obviously noticed that so after having a chat with Hanji she went by to his office and entered inside. They become more comfortable with each other so she was pleased to enter his office whenever she wanted to.

“Hi Levi, how are you?” she said with a bright smile, trying to light up the mood that was surrounding in his office.

“What do you think sherlock?” He spoke in a sarcastic tone and then let out a deep sigh. “O-Oh, Um I was wondering if you would like some help with the paperwork? I am free the whole day.” Her kind gestures always somehow warmed his heart, he liked the fact how in her free time she would always visit Levi and try her best to help him. But tonight was different, it was too much pressure loaded on him, he was not thinking straight.

He didn't respond to her offer and instead he got up from his seat behind the desk and gave her a piece of paper. “Read.” Was what he only said.

You took the paper from him and noticed....you were removed him Levi’s squad! “W-What....why.” You said so quietly but it had a very unhappy tone.

“You know why. You are too reckless, and I don't want that in my squad.” He lied and looked away, it was not because of your recklessness and never was because you were brave and perceptive. But in fact, it was because he wanted to keep you safe and away from harm because this time his squad was placed on the front and he moved you all the way on the back where it was safer. He does not want to lose you.

“I-I don't understand Levi...I though you trusted me-”

“Yea I don't trust you, and I clearly don't have time for you either.” You couldn't believe what he was saying to you, this behavior was out of nowhere and it made absolutely no sense! But, he was your source of motivation and inspiration and when he said that to you, it shattered your heart to pieces. You thought he had faith and trust in you and that's why he added you to his squad, you thought....you were important to him. Well, was important.

“Levi, please this makes no sense. At least explain to me why!” You yelled out, demanding an explanation for what the hell was evening going on.

“Don't argue with me.” He now gave you one of his hateful glares, and you know in a million years you would never be getting that from him, you were completely taken aback now. “Leave now! That’s an order L/N”.

You eyes were widen now, and your eyes were slowly starting to tear up. These words, completely damaged you and your feelings, he even called you by your last name which he never does. You never felt so hurt and your stomach sank which left you static and....heartbroken. Hearing this is a ego-killer for you. The paper you held slowly fell off from your hand, and you brought your hand up to cover your eyes and started to softly sob.

He noticed that quickly, and he wanted to come and comfort you but before he could do that you stormed off, slamming his door, y/n never wanting to see his face again.

Levi took a moment to process everything and then realized he had actually messed up everything. Both of you were so close and the bond and moments you both shared, Levi cherished that deeply. But, he ruined everything, shattered the bond, and now actually ironically losing you. He clenched his fist and closed his eyes tightly, “Fuck...The fuck is wrong with me?! Why am I so damn emotional.” And it was a fact, he was that when he bottled everything up and then let out his steam saying some bullshit.

It was days, and he didn’t even see or hear about Y/N. He did not get any sleep, staying up, overthinking his stupid mistake and regretting this all. His gilt, anger towards himself and grief started to grow by each day, hating himself how he hurt the person he had a crush on and someone he adored a lot which then lead to him thinking how to come to you with his true and deepest apology.

He tried to catch any chance to get you whenever you are alone and say apologize, but whenever he saw you, you would just jolt and try to run away and leave the place.

He then noticed from Hanji and the other scouts such as Armin and Mikasa that you were clearly avoiding Levi. He caught you by chance one evening as you were sitting down in the mass hall eating your sandwich alone so cutely and he just missed seeing that sight whenever you both had breaks and he would watch you eat cheerfully but....you were so down, that spirt was gone.

He was approaching you, and you then noticed that and felt your stomach sink, ‘Is he coming to me? Wait...he is, it’s only me here!’ You thought in your mind, panicking and not knowing what to do.

”Good evening.” He uttered, but you noticed there was some nervousness in that tone.

You did not look up at him and you left your sandwich that was half eaten on the plate, and got up. You lost your appetite, and you proceed to leave the mass hall, but you stopped in your steps when you heard Levi yell out. “No...d-don’t go. Please just stay for a bit.” The way he said it, was under such pain and he it sounded as if he was begging you. He really struggled doing this, but he would do it regardless if it was just to speak to you again for a bit.

He caught up to you, and took your wrist while his thumb was caressing your skin. You were still looking down, not wanting to see his face because you knew if you did now, you would tear up again.

“Can we talk please?” He said really quietly, and if the mass hall was not empty you wouldn't be able to grasp what he had said. Levi was clearly tensed and not sure if what he was doing is right, he never done this before, apologizing and talking about his feelings. But he would only, and only do this for the person he loved. Y/N.

“What do you want?” it came out more coldly then you expected and that made him hesitate. He remembered the image of your expression and you sobbing that day and it is still graved in his mind. He cant seem to get it out his head and he wanted to hear your forgiveness so it could go away.

“I fucked up, I know. But fuck, I...miss you.” He finally said, in a nervous and stuttering tone. He now moved his hand from your wrist to your soft and cold hands, and you could feel his warmth, warming your hand.

He brought up his other free hand and placed his palm on his forehead. Clearly this was hard for him and he felt such a jerk and an idiot cause all his words is now gone and he wasn’t sure how to say how apologetic he was and how you meant the world to him really.

But he know thought, How could he do this to someone who regularly checked on him, cared for him and also actually saw him as a normal person unlike the other scouts who thought he was heartless and just labeled as ‘strongest solider’. Y/N was the only who truly cared for his wellbeing and he admired that a lot. “Hey....I’m sorry. Everything I said wasn’t right. T-To be honest it was your bravery that made me fall for you...and care a lot more about you. So, please tell me What should I do to make it up for you?”

This caused you to finally look up to him and staring at his grey eyes, and after such a long time you were able to see his face clearly and close up which never fails to make your heart skip a beat. You stared at him for quite awhile, kind of surprised to what he said and the fact he was holding your hand meant a lot. But Levi took this as you still not wanting to talk to him, he wanted to say more and better things but he was quite bad formulating any more cause it him nervous and afraid to say something else to upset you further. He really did care about your feelings. “I won’t go....till I hear your answer. I waited long enough.”

You spoke, and after a long time hearing your voice this nearly made him tear up and that was because you were a big part of his life. “I can’t stay mad at you forever, so I forgive you. But, you hurted me and I cant forget that easily. But for now, Just....hold me.” You went near him and now placed both of your hands on his chest. He did not waste any second and pulled you in for a hug. It was probably his first time hugging you like this and he never knew it would make him have this fuzzy and sweet feeling like this. Of course, he would hold on to your waist, arm and shoulders sometimes during battle or when you needed some support to get up and move. But this was different, and he questioned himself how he never considered that.

Y/N and Levi both finally made up with each other, and he was really grateful for that and even the fact you forgave someone like Levi, he felt really lucky.

Of course, it will take some time for you to accept his apology, but he wont give up just yet and he really makes an effort everyday, you guys took it slow and he is more than willing to wait for you ♥

As, regret and remorse can lead a person to feel sorrow, this can cause a sense of sorrow for hurting someone such as Levi’s crush, and even though it was bad, this lead to him finally confessing and saying his true apology if it weren’t for this. Time is a healing process after all.

Once you finally sat down with Levi and talked back (after the countless times he tried to initiate a conversation or start something such as cleaning together but never got much a reaction from you) and had a small conversation with him asking how was his day. This melted his heart and he actually felt really happy inside that you finally started to speak to him. He missed your company, your sweet voice, and....that smile.

You surprised him further when you gave him tea (because he gave you so many things to somehow make you smile) and his eyes lit up, Levi never felt so happy in the last few weeks. Then he knew, that you. y/n, was his light and source of happiness. He drank the tea slowly cherishing it.

wow okay this was kind of emotional then I excepted it to be, but I honestly see a scenario like this happening where levi struggles and tries his best to own up his mistake and apologize and he would only be like this if it was to his crush and someone he loved cause this man gets nervous <3 so please y/n, give him some more hugs, he might not seem to ask for any but he is deeply inside craving for it. It’s his best comfort as it is coming from you! Anyways, please leave a like or a reblog if you enjoyed this and I hope you liked this anon 💖

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yourmidnightlover · 3 years

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Summary - spencer wants to figure out what's wrong with you, only to be reminded what day it is and he remembers why you've been so distant.

TW: talk abt: rape, recovery, therapy, case stuff; mention of: drug addiction, rape, miscarriage, being shot, death lol

WC - 4,283

!DISCLAIMER! - i am in no way trying to romanticize recovery from a traumatic event or being upset/depressed/anxious. this is kinda my way of getting through my own issues, so please don't think that's what i'm trying to do in any way. i also don’t know how i feel abt this ending since i wrote it so long ago but oh well!

i just realized there are a few spoilers so i'll put *asterisks* around them. those parts are just explaining how the reader's always there for the team.

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you had always been the rock in spencer's life.

mentally, at least.

when he had nobody there for him when he was going through his addiction with dilaudid, there you were. you helped him through it when everybody else on the team acted as if they never noticed.

you were the one that encouraged him to get help, and pushed him to follow through. you made sure he ate and talked to someone when he had his urges again, even if it wasn't you.

you let him come over and cry about what had happened, and how unfair his life was. you consoled him and would tell him how nothing was his fault. how he didn't deserve anything bad in his life.

*and when emily 'died', he went to your house every day. you held him as he felt himself falling apart from losing her. you didn't even worry about yourself needing to be consoled, because spencer needed you to be there for him.

*when she came back you were the one to convince him to forgive her. you talked sense into him. you reminded him how much he pleaded to have her back, and then he did. so he managed to forgive her... because of you and your logic.

*and you weren't just there for spencer. while, yes, you made a special effort to be there for him, you were there for everyone on the team.

*when derek was arrested back in chicago and the team found out about his past, you were the one he leaned on for comfort. you and penelope. you let him cry on your shoulder and yell at you about how twisted a man would have to be to do something so cruel to a child.

*when jj was kidnapped and beaten to a miscarriage, you were the first she told. you didn't say anything. you knew there was nothing you could say that would relinquish the pain of losing a child. so you let her cry. you let her hug you for what felt like hours. you let her grief her unborn baby for as long as she needed.

*when penelope was shot, nobody cared to check up on her after the fact except you. you went to her apartment for weeks just to make sure she was okay. eventually, she was able to let loose all of her frustrations on you, and you took it like a champ. she ranted about how she just wanted to be loved by someone attractive and how unfair and cruel the world is, in spite of how much good she tries to bring into it.

*when hotch lost hailey, you took care of his files. you offered to watch henry and let hotch cry to you about losing her a few times once you broke past his tough exterior. you even cried with him and jack. you made them dinner whenever you could, and helped him look for good nannies to help care for jack.

*when rossi lost carolyn, you went to her grave with him on many occasions. you brought him his favorite scotch, which was very pricey, and his favorite cigars, also very pricey, and tried your best to recreate 'the rossi special' upon his directions. it helped him feel in control of something when he needed it.

*and when emily came back from the dead, you helped walk her through her own grief. she lost herself, and buried her emotions. you helped her dig up her old self, and grow into an even better woman. you even took care of her cat when penelope couldn't manage. you helped emily grieve her own death when she wanted to deny it ever happened, and she was forever grateful for you.*

you had become like the team's built-in therapist when something bad happened, and you loved it that way. you loved being the one the team went to when they needed it. it made you feel as though you had a purpose, which was something you desperately needed.

but when you went through your own trauma almost a year ago, you refused help from anyone. you knew you should've asked someone for help, or at least someone to cry or talk to when you needed to.

the team had been working on a case for longer than expected, 8 days now, and everyone was really frustrated. you had released the profile 7 days ago, and there was still no new information. it was as if the unsub had gone dormant, and you all couldn't bear that thought.

when the team released earlier than normal from the precinct and you all went to the hotel you had been staying at, you decided to get a drink from the bar quickly. you went alone, wanting to review a few of the case files during the process and not needing a distraction.

you ordered a jack and coke, and opened the case files to begin rereading them, seeing if you had missed anything.

victims were kept for 24 hours, filmed, raped, restrained, cut in pieces, and thrown in the trash like garbage. it was absolutely disgusting, and the worst you had seen in a while. the victims were low-risk and most of them had a place of authority.

the unsub had been profiled to be someone who was bossed around by a woman, narcissistic and egotistical, wanted to feel more power and authority.

the problem is, that profile was most people living in the area. even penelope couldn't dwindle down the suspects.

and alas, you had missed nothing. nothing new appeared or caught your eye. you gulped down the rest of your drink and paid for it before packing up your things to head upstairs. you tossed the file back into your bag and began the trek to the elevator.

you were interrupted by something hitting the top of your head, rendering you unconscious.

the team had woken up, and after waiting around for half an hour, spencer realized something was wrong. he had morgan bust into your room, only to find the bed unslept in. you were missing. and the worst part... you fit the unsubs type.

spencer felt his heart drop at the realization he had taken you. and it seemed as though there was no trail as to where you had gone. penelope checked the cameras, only to find that they were hacked right after you left the bar, and then they resumed after you were taken.

at least they had a time frame.

later that day, after everyone hasting to figure something, anything out, spencer had gotten an email. he opened it and expected it to be relentless spam, only to realize it was a live feed video. a video of you. he instantly called penelope in hopes that she could trace it.

she said she could, but it would take some time because the amount of routers it had been going through.

while they were waiting, you noticed you were alone. you knew who the unsub was too, thanks to his baffling stupidity and narcissism that lead him to believe he wouldn't get caught.

"officer johnson! it's officer johnson!" you looked around the camera for a second, noticing something moving. "he-he here," you cried out. "i love you," you said to the camera to nobody in particular, but someone in mind.

you were terrified. spencer could see it in your eyes. he could see the tears you tried not to shed. you didn't want to please him, but you couldn't help but feel the absolute horror and fear coursing through your body at a relentless pace.

"hi there, missus fbi," he teased, finally walking into the frame with a ski mask over his face, clearly not aware that we knew his identity.

spencer told garcia who he was, and she began her digging. officer johnson's great grandparents had owned a farm that was since then refurbished. it was an hour away.

officer johnson had known that you two had chemistry. that's why he sent the email to spencer. he saw the longing glares, the 'innocent' touches, the smiles you would give each other, the longing looks you shared. he wanted to torment him.

so when he began undressing you and you turned your face away from the camera in hopes of sparing some of your own dignity, spencer felt his heart breaking for you. it broke even more when he heard the yelps, and screams, and please, and "no!'s" you elicited during the act.

they caught him before he cut you, but not before he finished the first part of his plan. your skirt was ripped, and your shirt was practically in two pieces. spencer had given you his jacket to cover yourself as much as you could.

you stayed silent the ride back. you didn't even let spencer hold you like you normally would after a tough case. you were ashamed. embarrassed. you felt worthless. you felt pathetic. you felt stupid. you felt helpless. you felt like you were drowning. you felt like you were without a life raft.

you knew you could talk to the team about it, but you felt so disgusted by the thought of what happened to you that you only talked about it in your therapy sessions.

hotch had given you two months off. he wanted you to grieve, and go to therapy, and try to cope with everything that had happened.

and you did try to do that. you tried your hardest to get over it and move past it, but nothing helped. not the journaling. not the talking. not the crying. nothing was working.

spencer gave you a little space at first, but he then decided to try to help you as you had helped him. he went over to your house almost every day, and sat outside your door after you wouldn't let him in.

you knew he was there... you sat on the other side.

"i-i know that you probably don't want to see anyone right now. and i'm uh, i'm sure you feel alone right now, or like you can't talk to anyone," spencer sniffled. "but pl-please just uhm, just know that i'm here when you want to talk about it. i'm here to listen to you when you need me to. i-i don't want you to be alone during this time, y/n. please, just let me in," he begged.

that was normally what he would say almost every night he went to your house. he would sit outside for hours after he would ask you to let him in without fail. until one day you let him in.

spencer felt so much relief when you opened the door, only for it to be smashed when he noticed your eyes looked red and puffy, your cheeks were stained with the tears you had been crying for so long. your cheeks were sunken in, and there were dark circles underneath your eyes that were once full of life and happiness. your eyes no longer had that gorgeous sparkle in them.

spencer vowed he would get them back.

as much as spencer wanted to wrap his arms around you in that moment, to comfort you and tell you that he was there, he wanted you to make the first move. he wanted to tell you how strong you were and how proud of you he was for getting through that. he wanted to tell you how much he loved you.

he wanted you to make the first touch, because he didn't want to further upset you. he didn't want to trigger a repressed memory, or bring back the feelings of what had happened.

but spencer's touch was nothing like the officer's. spencer's touch was soft and gentle. spencer's touch was feather-light and endearing. spencer's touch was love and home. the officer's was brittle, and rough, and repulsive.

"hug me?" you sniffled as your eyes welled with tears again as they had been for the past three weeks.

"of course," spencer slowly wrapped his arms around your shoulders as yours found his torso.

he walked inside with you still in his arms and slowly shut the door. without breaking from the hug, you both walked to the couch and sat down.

you didn't say anything. you just needed spencer to keep hugging you, so he did. he did whatever you wanted, needed, from him. eventually, you fell asleep in his embrace on the couch.

when spencer looked down at you, now sleeping against his chest, he couldn't bring his heart to remove himself from you. so like any whipped man would do, he carefully picked you up bridal styled and carried you to your room. he took his shoes off as well as his sweater vest before cuddling back up next to you.

as if it was a reflex, you cuddled up into his chest when he neared you again and got underneath the covers. spencer slept the best he did in months with you. and you slept without officer johnson in your dreams for the first time since that day.

ever since then, spencer had been making sure you were eating and drinking. he took you to your therapy sessions and stayed over most nights you had asked and he was able to.

they had a few cases during the two months, so every moment he could, spencer was with you. he coaxed you back to your normal-ish self. he watched as that glimmer in your eye began to slowly grow brighter everyday. he watched as your smile came back, and your tears didn't come so frequently.

the first time he had heard you laugh again, spencer had thought he was dreaming. he wished he had recorded that moment. he was more grateful than he's ever been in his life that he had an eidetic memory, because that sound would forever be engraved in his brain.

when you returned to work, you clung to spencer. he had become your tether to reality, and hope. he had become your rock during the recovery.

over the months, everyone slowly began to forget what had even happened. things went on as usual, and the team forgot the traumatic experience you had gone through. even spencer might've let the experience get lost in his brain.

so when it became 11 months and 3 weeks since the abduction, you began to distance yourself once again.

you politely declined going out with the team a couple days before the anniversary, something you never did. you insisted that you were just especially worn out from the case you had just been on.

spencer had to finish files given to him by derek anyway, so he didn't get to witness the encounter.

once the day of the anniversary came upon you, you found yourself feeling sick to your stomach. you couldn't help the tears that would fall from your face every so often. you knew why you felt this way, but you wanted to push past it.

you had gone into the office wearing a pantsuit and blazer, wanting to avoid the normal office skirt you happened to be wearing the day it happened. you stayed at your desk and quietly did your case files. you didn't even greet spencer as you would every day. you gave him a kind smile, but you would normally give him a hug, or at the very least an eager wave upon his arrival.

spencer just assumed it was one of those days where you just woke up on the wrong side of the bed. it wasn't spencer's fault he thought this. he didn't even look at his calendar to check what day it was. he just knew they had paperwork.

but he did have this day marked in his calendar. he had it marked so he would remember to be extra kind to you, and do your files for you, and come to your place with your favorite wine and takeout. he wanted to help you through the one year anniversary, but he forgot to check his stupid calendar.

you thought he didn't care. you thought the man who you loved, and the man who helped you through everything that had happened had had enough of your complaining and grievances. so, you didn't tell him about it. you didn't bother him with the terrible thoughts clouding your mind because you thought it'd burden him.

so when you finished all of your case files early, you asked hotch if you could leave early, at 2:00, because you had things to tend to. he allowed you to do so, but this rose a flag for spencer.

he saw you exit without saying goodbye to him, something you hadn't done the entirety of knowing him. you had always told everyone to have a nice night and to be safe before leaving, but not today.

finally, he looked at his phone for the first time all day, only to feel like the worst person in the world to realize what day it was. spencer felt absolutely horrible at this revelation and ran into hotch's office as quick as he could after packing his things.

"hotch!" he exclaimed upon opening his office door.

"go. she was practically in tears," hotch informed him. "and reid," spencer stopped in his tracks to turn and look at the stern man, "please make sure she's okay." spencer gave him a soft grin and a nod before turning around and bolting out of the office.

you had gotten home and immediately burst into tears. you shut the door with your back, and slid down it. you had never understood why people had done that in movies until now. you just couldn't wait to break any longer, so you settled for your front door.

you held back no wail, or scream as you cried in front of your door, your knees pulled up to your chest as you held them tightly.

you wondered why you had to go through that. you wanted to know what kind of karma there was for someone who had always tried to do the right thing to be hurt... and for nobody to even care. nobody wanted to console you, or to make sure you were alright.

you had checked up on everyone on every anniversary of their struggles. whether it be a death, abduction, anything, you had been there for every single anniversary or reminder. and nobody was there for you.

nobody was there for you to hug, or to lean on, or to cry to, or to scream at, or to rant to. nobody was there. nobody loved you enough to care about that.

but then you had to remind yourself that they all had lives.

but the person who is your life didn't even care.

spencer didn't care.

and that's why you truly lost it.

he acted like it was just another day. he acted like it wasn't the anniversary of the day you thought you were going to die. the day you wanted to die. the day you felt your most low, and humiliated. the day you lost all hope. and he didn't remember.

if the man with an eidetic memory didn't remember, it must be extremely insignificant. so therefore, you must be extremely insignificant.

spencer raced to your house. he wanted to be there for you today, and he failed. he felt like a failure as a friend. he hated himself for not being there for you when he knew you would need him. he knew how you clung to him in your time of need. you thought he was worthy enough to hold onto when you needed someone, and spencer felt elated at that.

but now he wasn't there for you. and you needed him.

he had quickly stopped by the store and your favorite takeout place to get the things you'd want. he got your wine, chocolate, food, flowers, and a teddy bear that had a sweater vest on him - you've always loved his sweater vests.

when he got to the steps of your house, he felt his heart drop. as he walked closer he heard the wails of your crying right by the door. he could sense the heartache from the edge of your porch, and felt himself feel even worse, which he didn't think was possible.

he instantly ran to the door and knocked profusely. you sniffled one last time, feeling embarrassed that someone had heard you crying your heart out. you had figured one of your neighbors heard you and wanted to tell you to keep it down, so you wiped your tears and the stray mascara from underneath your eyes and opened the door, keeping your eyes lowered in embarrassment.

"y/n," spencer announced sadly, a tear falling down his face. you looked up in confusion from hearing his voice. you noticed his tear and reached up to wipe it away on instinct.

"why're you crying? are you okay?" you asked, forgetting all of your own problems at the sight of spencer crying. spencer let out a small chuckle at your concern.

"i'm alright, aside from the fact that i'm a terrible friend," he admitted as his smile quickly faded upon seeing your stained cheeks. "i brought your favorites," he offered, holding the bag of goodies in one hand and the takeout in another.

"y-you... why?" you asked, wanting to make sure you weren't misreading the situation for him trying to comfort you.

"why?" he asked in disbelief. "because it's the anniversary. i can't tell you how sorry i am, y/n. i swear i marked it on my calendar and planned for us to take off so i could take care of you. i-i just woke up late and never bothered to even check my phone. i kn-know it's no excuse... but i am so, so, so sorry," he rambled out, already tearing up.

you grabbed his arm gently and pulled him inside before you started crying in front of your neighbors. you took the bags from his hands and placed them on your coffee table.

"i thought you just didn't care," you shrugged as you took a seat on the couch, prompting him to sit beside you.

"y/n..." he sighed as he realized how terrible he screwed up. "i will always care about this. i will always care about you. don't ever think differently. i'm just incredibly... dumb sometimes. i can't believe i made you think that," he trailed on. "i will never not care about you, y/n. i swear it. i will always, always care about you. i will always love you," he froze as he realized what he just revealed. your eyes widened, and squinted, and roamed his face, trying to figure out if he meant the words he had just sped out. "i truly do, y/n. i i’m in love with you and i'm so sorry i made it seem otherwise."

it took you a second to absorb everything that he had said.

"you too," you solemnly admitted. "i’m in love with you too. and i could forgive you... for almost forgetting," you gave him a small smile.

"i'm glad you could forgive me. i don't know what i'd do if you didn't," he relished. "you actually love me?" you nodded with a small smile.

"i have for a while," you turned your head to the bags on the table.

"oh! right!" he said, reaching for the gifts. "i got your favorite takeout, your favorite wine, your favorite chocolates, flowers, and..." he trailed on as he revealed each item. "i saw this teddy, and i couldn't resist," he smiled.

you took the bear, taking in its appearance. it had a light blue, navy, and white diamond pattern sweater vest and brown shoes on. it looked like spencer, just teddy bear form. you smiled widely at the sentiment.

"it's you," you grinned as you took it in your arms, hugging it tightly as you saw spencer nodded with a smile mirroring that of your own. "i love it," you chuckled.

"i would understand, the fur is really soft," he relished in the thought.

"i don't think he'd be as good of a cuddler as the real thing, though," you grimaced. "but he'll do for when i don't have you here i guess," you shrugged with a smile.

"i plan on being here as long as you'll let me," he said softly.

"always," you grinned, setting down the teddy bear and trading him for the real spencer reid.

"always," he repeated, taking you in his arms and squeezing you tightly as if you'd float away at any moment. "now let's dig into this food while you talk about your feelings, if you want that is," he said after releasing you from the hug.

"i think i want to," you nodded. "and spence?" he turned from getting the food out of the bag to look at you for a second. "thank you for being my rock through all of this."

"i'll always be your rock, y/n."

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sebastianshaw · 2 years

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Kinda random rambly ask:

So I know you have this running joke about Shaw having a bunch of kids out there because... Well, the man's a whore. And also I know that you, like me, reject duggans explanation of Shinobi's parentage (like anyone with good taste would tbh)

BUT

Why (in your view) is Shinobi actually in Shaw's life at all?

I tend to imagine his mum as middle class, not desperately in need of shaws money but aware that it would elevate Shinobi's life. And maybe she thought it was proper to give Shaw the option of being involved. But I don't like the idea of her asking him for money excessively because I'd imagine he'd never agree to that. (Also here at katatonicimpression industries, we don't let her be stereotyped no siree)

To me, I think, there was some novelty in having a kid to Shaw and also maybe the idea that if he was going to put even the bare minimum financially, he'd want to be present to some extent. Like, getting his moneys worth out of this kid.

What do you think?

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I WAS ASLEEP FOR HOURS I absolutely 100% agree that Shaw isn't going to give Mama any more than what he views as necessary for supporting Shinobi, and like you said, he's going to be determined to get his money's worth out of him. No way he's going to be ok with just supporting his son because he's HIS SON and he's the one who helped bring him into the world. He absolutely wants to sculpt Shinobi into a worthy heir. Because while Shaw's got approximately 8 million bastards in my mind, I headcanon that Shinobi was the first of Shaw's innumerable spawn, quite possibly the only one that he knew of at that time. And at that time, Shaw had absolutely no reason to think he'd ever be living forever. And Shaw might not be interested in leaving any inheritance to his little shits, but I think the idea of his company crumbling after his death, or passing to hands he didn't choose himself, bothered him. He's a very rational-minded man so I think consciously he would say that it doesn't matter what happens to Shaw Industries when he dies, that if he can't take it with him there's no logical point in making sure it continues to prosper, he doesn't care about a last legacy, that's irrational emotional claptrap. . . but I think subconsciously, he does care. That business empire is his REAL baby. So he wants someone to take care of it, and no one is good enough to do it in his mind, so he figures, someone he trains for it from the ground up is the best option. And who better than his own flesh and blood, someone literally a part of him? Since I think Shaw does want Shinobi to be an extension of himself, and is upset when he’s not. But of course, Shinobi was never "good enough" for them to ever get to that. It was, however, likely Shaw's intention, and part of why he was so pissed that Shin wasn't living up to all his stupid expectations and standards of how Shinobi should be. So he was like "alright too bad for my company when I die I guess, I'll just pick a really competent board member" and split. Because damn, if a kid isn't industrial mogul material before puberty, it's clearly never gonna happen! And I like to think/hope he didn't try this again with any future spawn, because god almighty we do not need more kids going through this trauma. Also, never thought of this before, but came to my mind at the word "novelty" . . .ok, this is a reach, but maybe at the time, Shaw was actually somewhat interested in doing right by Miyu and his son and even in having a kid for its own emotional sake. I know that's fucking WILD to contemplate, believe me I'm reeling back myself as I type, but Shaw's theme is someone who keeps getting worse, which therefore means at some point he was better (as we've talked about) and like. . .this was before we met him as the full asshole he is when he's introduced, probably before Lourdes died, it's possible at that point he was still going to try to form a human connection or two, like he did with her and Harry, maybe try to recreate what he and Jacob once had. He was just really bad at it. Which is sympathetic up UNTIL the point he starts smacking Shinobi around and emotionally abusing him. But I think even if we go with this option, it was still a mostly pragmatic thing. Honestly, probably a mix of all of the above, I find it realistic when people tend to have multiple motives for something, especially ones they're consciously aware of AND ones they're not.

#shinobi meta #shinobi thoughts #shaw thoughts

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"Weird Secret Friends" *Chapter 12*

Chapter 11

(i fucked this up by editing on my phone and now I have to post the next chapter link like this. )

Whoooo buddy! The angst is REAL, y'all.

I apologize for this, but also I really don't. And I made it normal length to make up for that short shitty one earlier.

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It seemed like forever for the ambulance to get there, Rafael just sat there trembling and crying while you started to convulse in his arms. Finally the door busted open and EMT’s threw you on a gurney and took you downstairs. Rafael sprinted behind them and jumped in the back of the ambulance as it sped away.

“Y/N….Carino please, please don’t die on me…” Rafael stroked your hair as you were hooked up to oxygen and anti drug meds. It was like literal hell having to watch this all over again, even worse that it was someone he actually...loved.

“Please, please don’t die…” He looked up to the sky.

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Rafael paced the hospital waiting area furiously, they wouldn’t let him go back with you once the ambulance got you both there. When he saw Sonny running up the hallway towards him, he grabbed him by the neck and shoved him up against the wall.

“I TOLD YOU!!!!” He screamed violently, while several nurses ran over and pulled them apart.

“Rafael! Jesus Christ--” Sonny was breathing heavily while he tried to recover from Rafael’s ambush.

“I told you something was wrong, I told you I knew her better than you did!” He tried to wrestle away from the nurses.

“Okay I’m sorry, I’m sorry alright?!” Sonny yelled, tears starting to fill his eyes. “I should have listened to you--”

“You’re god damn right you should have!!!” Rafael continued to scream.“ She could die right now, do you realize that?”

“Of course I realize that!” Sonny screamed back while looking around them, trying not to make a scene.

“God dammit Carisi, she knew better than you. Why didn't you listen to her?!” Rafael was beginning to cry; he was so upset.

“Barba I--” Sonny started to apologize.

“Excuse me, is Miss Y/L/N’s family here?” An orderly came out from the back.

“I am!” Sonny forgot about Rafael and ran over to the man, Rafael did the same.

“I’m sorry sir but this is really just a family conversation--” He started to dismiss Rafael, but Sonny put his hand up.

“He’s fine,” He assured the doctor.

“Right, well--” He cleared his throat as he led them to a more quiet area. “The damage to Y/N’s body is pretty bad,”

“....God,” Sonny muttered, putting a hand over his forehead.

“The mouthwash has several chemicals that aren’t in traditional grain alcohols, mostly lethal. And her pancreas, liver and gallbladder were already severely damaged from the years of alcohol abuse,” He explained as he looked gravely between the two men.

“No…” Rafael put his hands over his face.

Flashbacks of a very similar conversation happening between a doctor and his mother filled his mind. The way his mother fell against the wall when she heard the doctor say there was a good chance his father was never waking up.

“How bad is it, doc?” Sonny’s voice quivered, and Rafael instinctively took his hand.

“Well, we had to completely remove the gallbladder, and parts of her pancreas so she’s most likely going to develop diabetes,” He further explained. “...And she most likely will need a liver transplant, depending on how the next 24 hours go,”

“Christ…” Sonny whipped his hand from Rafael’s touch and put both of his hands over his head while he paced.

“Can we see her?” Rafael asked.

“Yes, you know your daughter is very lucky to be alive,” The doctor informed them.

“...Excuse me?” Sonny asked while he and Rafael exchanged confused looks.

“...Are you two not her dads?” The doctor waved his pen between the two men.

“Oh my god,” Rafael muttered in horror, wanting to vomit right there.

“Uh, no sir-- no we’re not,” Sonny shook his head. “I’m her uncle and this is my partner,”

“Excuse me?!” Rafael practically screamed in disgust.

“...Do you want them to let you back there to see her or not, honey?” Sonny said through his teeth.

“Right,” Rafael nodded uncomfortably, taking Sonny’s hand once more. “We’re her...Uncles,” He tried not to grimace.

“Oh, right. So sorry sirs,” The doctor apologized once more as he led your “Uncles” to the room you were in. You were unconscious, but breathing on your own.

“She might be out a while from the meds, if you’d like to come back tomorrow,” The doctor informed them once more.

“Uh, I think we’ll wait at least for a little while, if you don’t mind doc,” Sonny replied while Rafael walked up to your sleeping body and just stroked your hair lovingly.

“Whatever you two want to do is fine with me,” He nodded. “I have other patients to see, if you’ll excuse me,”

Sonny nodded to him and he walked out of the room leaving the three of you alone. Sonny ran his hands through his hair while Rafael pulled a chair up next to your bed, still stroking your hair.

“...Barba I think you should leave,” Sonny said softly.

“...What?” He laughed. “Are you...are you fucking joking me, Carisi?”

“No look,” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you, I’m sorry I didn’t hear her. And I’m sorry that I just...gave up, protecting her,”

“Yeah well--”

“But I hear you now, and-- and she’s going to need to go away,” He looked at your sleeping body sadly.

“She’s in no shape to go anywhere, Carisi,” Rafael clutched your hand as if he was protecting you.

“Not now, no,” Sonny agreed. “But when she’s better--”

“We don’t know if she’s going to get better!” Rafael suddenly stood up and walked towards him; Sonny backed up as he approached, afraid Rafael was going to grab him again.

“Even more reason you shouldn’t be here!” Sonny argued.

“What?”

“Barba look,” He cautiously put a hand on Rafael’s shoulder. “I...I get that you two have some kind of-- I don’t know, connection,” He glanced at you.

“But it doesn’t change the fact that you barely know her, and she barely knows you. You have a job and a life waiting for you tomorrow, you can’t be sitting here sitting vigil for some girl you slept with once,”

“How dare you fucking say that to me, Carisi,” Rafael’s eyes narrowed as he snapped his shoulder from Sonny’s grasp.

“How fucking dare you. First you don’t want me anywhere near her, then you tell her she’s nothing to me, then suddenly you think that I’m in love with her, and-- and now that I’m finally...attached to her-- you want me to just leave her alone again?”

“No, I never wanted you near her because of this exact situation!” Sonny hissed, trying not to wake you. “I told you straight up that she was complicated, and that you weren’t about that life,”

“I am about that life-- I’m serious, about her,” Rafael corrected himself, rolling his eyes at the terms Sonny used.

“Well I don’t think you should be,” Sonny crossed his arms.

“This is the jealousy thing again, isn’t it?” Rafael licked his lips angrily. “You and your stupid ego can’t stand the fact that we--”

“That is NOT it Rafael and you fucking know it,” Sonny narrowed his eyes.

“Then what is it?” Rafael crossed his arms. “It’s clearly not because it’s too much for me, because I’m flat out telling you it’s not,”

“Rafael--” Sonny placed his hands over his face. “I have spent my life protecting this girl, okay? And I may have dropped the ball here, but that just means that I will sure as hell not do it again. And that means that I have to have her best interest at heart,”

“What does that even mean?” Rafael looked at him quizzically.

“Her whole world is different now, Barba!” Sonny gestured to you. “You heard the doc. She has no gallbladder, whatever the fuck that means, she will probably get diabetes, god knows what will happen even if she needs a liver transplant, but my guess is it ain’t good!”

“...Well she won’t be able to drink alcohol,” Rafael said softly.

“Which will make her sobriety that much more urgent and permanent, Barba,” Sonny stepped towards your bed.

“She’s gonna have a long hard road ahead of herself no matter which way this goes right now, and keeping her on track is the only way she is gonna get through it. You think she’s gonna be able to focus on anything but you if you stay here?”

“I can help her--” Rafael insisted, glancing down at your innocent sleeping face. It broke his heart you were hurting, now all he wanted to do was take care of you and make sure you never hurt again.

“You don’t have the time or the freedom to do that, Rafael,” Sonny said sternly. “And you know it,” Sonny’s statement brought him back to reality.

“And you do?” He looked back up at Sonny.

“I’m a detective, Barba. It’s not like I do that much,” Sonny shrugged. “And I have enough PTO for a bit to take care of her. And she’s my responsibility! She’s MY family, Liv will understand that. What she won’t understand is you sitting Shiva at some young girl’s bedside who you barely know,”

“....And what are you going to do when she gets better?” Rafael ran a finger down your bare arm, wishing you would wake up and stop this nonsense your cousin was spewing.

“I’ll ask around,” Sonny now sat next to your bed. “I’ll find her a good place, somewhere she can be taken care of the right way, not some creepy mental hospital,”

“...Alright fine,” He sighed, looking at his watch. It was getting late, and he had an early court date.

“I’m coming back--”

“No, you’re not,” Sonny shook his head. “Look I promise you if she gets worse and needs your emergency liver or kidney or somethin’, I’ll let you know. Other than that, just-- leave her be,”

Rafael flashed back to the last time Sonny had used those words, and how as soon as he agreed, you heard him and it destroyed you. He couldn’t do that again, what if you could still hear him?

“No, I’m coming back--”

“Barba if you come back here I’m gonna tell the nurses that we broke up and you are no family member of hers,”

“You,” He shook his head. “You wouldn’t do that--”

“If it keeps you away from her, I’ll do anything right now Barba, I’m sorry,” Sonny gave him a sympathetic look.

“...She’ll never forgive you for this, Carisi,” He warned Sonny. “When she finds out you kept us apart she will never forgive you,”

“What are you Romeo and Juliet all of a sudden, counselor?” Sonny scoffed. “Give me a friggin break. I’m sure she’ll get over it, when she’s clean and sober and thinking straight,”

“I’ll never forgive you for this,” he growled with a death glare.

“...Yeah, well--” Sonny stood up and started escorting Rafael out the door. “I guess that’s something I’ll just have to live with,”

Rafael glared at him once more before turning on his heels and stomping down the hall, just as you stirred from your med nap.

“Sunshine?” Sonny quickly ran to your bedside.

“Rafa..?” You sleepily asked, you swore you heard his voice just moments ago.

“It’s Sonny,” He nervously looked back at the door, making sure Rafael hadn’t heard you wake up and came running in again.

“Oh,” You blinked several times, trying to get your vision back. When the blur in your pupils resolved, you saw Sonny’s smiling face beaming at you.

“Hey there,” He kissed your forehead. “You scared the shit outta me there, Sunshine,”

“...I’m so sorry, Sonny,” You began to cry in remorse.

“Hey hey hey,” Sonny took you in his arms and shushed you while he rocked you. “Shh shh shh, you’re alright. I’m sorry I didn’t hear you when you were asking for help, I just--I just let you go,”

“...But Rafael didn’t,” You sniffled as you looked around the room for him. “Where is he?”

“He uh--” Sonny stammered. “He left, Sunshine. Early court meeting tomorrow, y’know. Lawyer stuff,”

“Right,” You nodded.

“...He said he wouldn’t be coming back,” Sonny added with a sympathetic look.

“What?” You blinked in disbelief. Had he really just taken off? Without even saying goodbye?

“Well it’s just,” Sonny took your hands. “Honey you’re-- you’re gonna have a lot to go through these next few weeks, maybe months. And Rafael--”

“He doesn’t have time for that,” You finished for him, accepting the truth.

“Yeah,” Sonny nodded slowly.

“Right,” You picked at your blanket as you stared down at it morosely. “Well, I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything more than him dropping me here. He tried telling me that he was--”

“He was what?” Sonny quirked an eyebrow. You thought about telling him that Rafael had said he was in love with you, but you weren’t entirely sure that happened anymore, given how out of it you were at the apartment.

“...He was ready for a relationship,” You lied. “But I guess he wasn’t ready for a dumpster fire of a girlfriend,”

“You’re not a dumpster fire, Sunshine,” Sonny assured you.

“...Yeah clearly this doesn’t scream ‘damaged goods’,” You gestured to all the wires you were hooked up to.

“You’re not--” Sonny sighed and shook his head as he wrapped his arms back around you. “You’ll find someone,”

“...Not someone like him,” You whispered sadly, tears dripping down onto your IV tube.

“Well hey,” Sonny coughed as he tried to change the subject. “I better get goin’ make sure you get some good sleep,”

“...But I was just--” You tried to say you had been sleeping this whole time.

“I’ll come check on you tomorrow, kay?” Sonny kissed your head and started heading towards the door. He hated to do this, but he had to keep you safe. He turned around and gave you a sad smile.

“Hey, Sunshine?”

“Yeah, Son?”

“I uh, I don’t wanna rub it in or nothin’, I just--” Sonny cleared his throat. “Barba wanted me to tell you not to contact him anymore,”

“...Oh,” You looked over at your phone, which was charging on the table next to your bed.

“He just thought it would be easier, y’know? Clean break and all,” Sonny lied with a sad smile.

“Yeah, sure no of course,” You nodded, trying to keep it together.

“Alright well, I’ll see ya,” He nodded one more time before shutting the door, leaving you alone.

You immediately grabbed your phone and began typing a message to Rafael, telling him how you were sorry and that you never should have tried to kick him out, and that he saved your life and that you knew you were a huge mess, but that you would clean yourself and do everything in your power to be good enough for him if he just let you--and you just stared at it.

You re-read it a thousand times, tears streaming down your cheeks. You couldn’t send this, it was pathetic. He already made his choice, he tried to tell you he loved you and you had blown him off by almost dying in his arms. And he ran. You couldn’t blame him either, you’d run away faster than a Kenyan track star if you were him.

After going through all that bullshit with his dad, he’d never want to relive that with you, some girl he barely knew. There was no way. And begging him to come back to you after all the shit you said to him at your apartment was just pitiful.

You deleted the message and then started to delete his contact info, but you knew you needed to be drastic. If it was a clean break he wanted, you’d have to give it to him. You’d already put him through way too much stress and punishment than he deserved, you had to be stopped. You highlighted his number and hit “BLOCK NUMBER”, before deleting it from your phone.

There. Now there was no way you could find him, or vice versa. Clean break. You put the phone down next to you and laid down, realizing what you had just done. You had just deleted the potential love of your life from your existence, forever. You cried yourself to sleep, only dreaming of Rafael.

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Rafael laid down in his bed after getting home and showering the bad day off of him. He opened the text thread of your messages, and saw the ellipsis light up, signaling that you were typing. It was there for a long time, he became more and more anxious as they just flashed in the darkness, taunting him. He was so happy you were okay, he had to tell you what Sonny said but that he would never be able to keep him from you. He waited and waited, and then the dots were gone. He waited a moment for you to send it, but soon got impatient and just texted you

“Y/N I’m so glad you’re okay, you had me so worried. I miss you,”

He hit SEND, but was met with the most horrifying response:

“The number you have texted has blocked you from contacting them.”

“No…” He muttered alone in the dark. “No, this can’t be happening,”

Did Sonny have your phone? Did he do this? Did he tell you something to make you do this? Did you do this on your own when you realized he had left. Sonny had to have told you something bad, something diabolical. He had no way of contacting you now, and he would never get into the hospital to see you.

What was going on?

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The next morning after his court session, Rafael headed over to the precinct to talk to Sonny. He practically sprinted through the door into the bullpen, to find it empty.

“...Where’s the SVU squad?” Rafael asked a cop at the front desk.

“Do I look like a concierge, Barba?” The cop rolled his eyes. “Does my badge say ‘doorman’? I don’t keep tabs on you people!”

“Thanks Louie,” Rafael rolled his eyes as he walked out of the station, dialing Sonny’s number on his phone.

“Hello?”

“What did you do?”

“Barba?”

“What did you do, Carisi?!”

“What do you mean?”

“Y/N blocked my number,”

“Well good--”

“NO, not good. Carisi. What did you say to her?”

“Y’know Barba, maybe you should take the hint and move on,”

“Oh fuck you, Carisi,” He growled into the phone. “I’m going to the hospital,”

“Yeah well, good luck getting in here counselor,” Sonny shook his head with a small laugh, glancing over at you in your room, while he stood outside. “I’ve told the nurses you were a deadbeat dad who wanted to kidnap our niece for yourself, so they’re on alert not to let you anywhere near her,”

“You’re evil,” His voice was low and horrified.

“I’m doing what’s best for my baby cousin, Barba. If that makes me the bad guy, so be it,” Sonny spoke like a mob boss, tracing the glass on the window to your room.

“I’ll see her when she gets out,” Rafael sneered.

“Well that might be difficult, seeing as I’ve found her a very nice place to go as soon as she gets outta here. Somewhere far away from here, and you,” Sonny couldn’t help but smirk.

“No, Carisi don’t do this,” Rafael became desperate, his angry threats turned to pathetic pleas. “Please don’t send her away-- I love her,”

“If you love her you’ll let her go, Rafael,” Sonny simply said, ending the call before Rafael could say anything else.

“GOD DAMMIT!!!!” Rafael screamed in the middle of the foot traffic, making people turn and stare at him.

He had to fix this. He couldn’t let you leave thinking he didn’t want you. He couldn’t lose you, not now. Not after everything.

Was he going to lose you forever?

#rafael barba #rafael barba angst #rafael barba x reader #rafael barba x you #rafael barba fanficton #law and order svu #sonny carisi #sonny carisi angst #law and order svu fanfiction #weird secret friends

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sussexbound · 3 years

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I will forever be upset that no one thought to stay with Zhou Zishu after Wen Kexing 'died'. Like my dudes, this guy has been actively suicidal in the not so distant past, and even more recently was fairly casual and relatively accepting about the thought of dying.

Also, he just freaking jumped off a cliff after WKX, without hesitation. Like obviously his only reason for getting reinvested in life at all, at this point, is WKX (sorry Chengling).

Mayhaps you would like to sit by his bedside, and not have him wake up alone in some inn, and have to find out all over again that the whole thing wasn't some horrible nightmare, that the love his life and light of his world really was just killed by their adopted martial son, and that there was nothing he could do to stop it, that he managed, once again, to let another precious shixiong die (his life's greatest regret, and the whole reason he put those nails in himself in the first place).

Love the show. Love soooo much of the script and the scriptwriter. Please don't hop on this post to drag her. For a first script, this was amazing, there are too many strong points to count, stuff clearly got cut due to budget and censorship, so we'll probably never know what her true, full script looked like, and it was still one of the most enjoyable C-dramas I've seen in recent memory. But that being said, I really kinda hate WKX's Reichenbach Falls moment and the resultant fallout. I just don't think that the people who were surrounding ZZS at that time would have left him alone like that. Thus, the nail removal wouldn't have happened, thus none of the sacrifices that followed would have been necessary.

Totally get needing to amp up the drama for the series (the whole thing with ZZS getting healed in the book was pretty anti-climactic, imo, and wouldn't have worked for the series), but the whole scenario above just didn't convince me.

No matter how lowly ZZS considers himself, and no matter how messed up WKX was, and how prone he was to making bad decisions, he always prioritized ZZS's safety/survival, and ZZS had other friends who loved him, knew him, and cared enough about him that they would have watched out for him, even if WKX had forgotten to insist upon it.

#word of honor #shan he ling #wen kexing #zhou zishu #wenzhou #cw: suicidal ideation #cw: suicide mention #I guess I've reached that post-watch period where my brain starts spewing out unsolicited takes #feel free to ignore #i love these men #i love this show #i love this script #i love this script writer #i kinda hate this one plot point #and how it causes the dissolution of the character growth that had happened for wenzhou up to that point #and because it just didn't read as believable to me #maybe I'm just tired of Reichenbach Falls moments #anyway...#leaves lots of room for great fix-it fics

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Obsession (Part II) ▪︎ Dark!James Potter x Reader

《 harry potter fandom • dark!james potter x reader • marauders era 》

☆ you are responsible for your media consumption. this content has extreme warnings / triggers. this content may make some people uncomfortable. please be safe and take warnings seriously. if you need help or need to talk to someone, i am available for anyone ☆

♡ warnings: noncon/dubcon, sexual obsession, delusional obsession, physical abuse, mentions of death, definitely 18+ ♡

《 summary: when the reader does not reciprocate love for James Potter, he snaps into a complete delusional obsession with her. 》

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James had fallen asleep holding you. You don't know how you managed to get away from him without him waking up, but you did. You ran harder than you'd ever ran before. Partly from fear, but partly because it felt good to feel your heart pound against your chest. It reminded you that you were still alive. You were almost back into the castle when you collapsed onto the stone ground, unable to move your legs any further. Your whole body felt like jello, similarly to your mind, which was in some distant land refusing to return to accept the events that had occurred. You were sobbing and shaking uncontrollably. You were so far gone, you didn't even feel Severus' arms when they wrapped themselves around you and picked you up. You buried your face into his chest as he carried you to the hospital wing.

James awoke in a panic, feeling you not in his arms. He looked around, realizing you were long gone. He should have gone to look for you, but he couldn't help but stop to smile at the thought of you. He could still taste you on his tongue, smell your perfume on his clothes, feel the shape of your lips against his, hear your soft moans. He got hard just thinking about the expression you had when he made you come.

"She loves me," he reminded himself.

He stood up, grabbing your bookbag from under the tree before confidently strolling back down to the castle. He made his way to his dormitory, setting your bag down and sitting on his bed. His mind continued to be overwhelmed with the thought of you. He reached into your bookbag, curiosity overcoming him. He pulled out random study books, stopping when he reached the potions one. He flipped it open, a note falling out of the front page. He opened it, seeing it was a note from Snape.

"I know you are upset you got a bad mark on the last quiz. The professor only gave you a bad mark because you're better than them. Seriously, (y/n), you are amazing at potions making. One day, you'll be working as the Potions Master and I'll be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts and we'll be able to give bad marks to all the kids we don't like. Keep your head up. - Severus"

James slammed the book shut and hastily put it back in your book bag. He was furious that someone would talk to his girl like this. He was furious that you would keep a note like this from someone like Snape. He crumpled the note, tossing it into your bag as Sirius, Remus, and Peter came running into the room.

"Where have you been?" Remus asked, clearly stressed.

"Where have you been?" James retorted, his anger from the note translating into his question.

"(Y/N) is in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey won't tell us anything. We've been trying to look for you!" Sirius said.

"Come on!" Remus called out, already making his way out of the room.

James quickly followed them, his mind racing with worry for his girl. What could have possibly happened since he saw her last? He thought to himself as they all quickly made their way to the hospital wing. When they arrived, James saw Snape sitting outside of the room. Anger immediately filled him. He knew he would have killed him if it was his fault (y/n) was hurt. He went to confront him, but Sirius grabbed his shoulders roughly.

"Come on."

They all walked into the room. James saw you curled up in the corner of the room and his heart broke for you. He wanted to wrap you up in his arms and never let go.

"(Y/N)? What happened?" Sirius asked.

"No visitors!" Dumbledore yelled.

James looked at you, waiting for you to look back at him, waiting for you to tell the headmaster you wanted him to stay, but you never did. They left the room, the door slamming shut behind them. James thought of you, how you had gone from happy in his arms to the broken girl in the hospital wing. He looked over at Severus, anger immediately engulfing him.

"Snivellus," he called out antagonistically.

He began making his way over to him, but Remus grabbed his arm and held him back.

"Not now, James. Severus is the one who brought her here. He helped her," Remus explained.

"What happened, Snape?" Sirius asked.

"I don't know," Severus responded, his voice showing his irritation.

He clearly did not want to deal with the four idiots. He was more focused on his friend's safety.

"When I found her, she was..." he broke off, having a hard time thinking of the state he had seen his strong friend in. "Someone assaulted her."

James tried to push past his friends to get to Severus, but they held him back.

"Stop!" Sirius yelled. "This is not what she needs right now!"

James ran a hand through his hair, trying to control his anger. Dumbledore opened the door and looked between all of the boys.

"Mr. Snape, you are being requested."

It took everything for James to suppress his anger as Snape stood and entered the hospital wing. The door shut and James mind raced with ideas that only fueled his rage. He remembered how your body felt as you came, he remembered how it felt to slip his cock into you, and then he imagined Snape doing the same things to you. He imagined you moaning his name, kissing his lips. James imagined rushing through the doors and smashing his face then grabbing your face and kissing you. James walked up to the hospital wing door, trying to swing it open, but it wouldn't budge.

"Dumbledore put a charm on it, James. It won't open," Remus explained. "Come on. We'll come back tomorrow."

You laid curled up on the bed in the corner of the dark hospital wing, unable to sleep. Severus had left at curfew and you could feel the loneliness echoing off of the room, you wished he could have held you forever. At least in his arms, you felt safe, you felt like someone was looking out for you. You were lost in your thoughts, enslaved by the memories of the night.

The door to the hospital wing slowly creeped open, a sliver of light from the corridor shining through. Adrenaline poured into your system, intensifying every feeling in your body. You reminded yourself of the enchantment Dumbledore had placed over the room. You reminded yourself you were safe.

"Sev?" You called out. "Is that you?"

The door opening widened, but there was no one there. You sat up in the bed, looking intently at the door as if to see if it was truly open or if your mind was deceiving you. You went to stand to close it, but you were stopped in your tracks. You heard footsteps slowly making their way closer towards you. You pushed yourself back on the bed, your back firmly against the headboard. At the foot of your bed, the invisibility cloak slowly lifted, revealing James. You were locked in place, unable to move or scream even though you wanted to.

"Baby, what's wrong?" James asked, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

He moved to sit beside you on the bed. He wasn't touching you, but your skin crawled with the memory of his last touch.

"Get out," you said firmly, somehow finding the strength.

"Get out?" James laughed. "Come on, baby. You know you want me here. Otherwise, how would I have gotten in?"

You never knew confusion was such an intense emotion until that moment. You tried to deny it, but remembered the charm. Did you want him here? Did you want him? Your thoughts were broken by James' hand grabbing your thigh, his thumb gently caressing your skin. You reached for his hand to push it away, but he caught it, bringing it up to his lips. You pulled away aggressively, but James didn't seem to notice.

"Stop, James."

His eyes were focused on your lips as he moved closer to you. He grabbed your ankle, pulling you down onto the bed as he hovered over you. His hand went to your face, cupping it softly. You pushed against his chest, trying to push him off. You could feel his hard on pressing against your stomach.

"James, get off of me! Please, stop!" You screamed.

"Don't do that, baby," he soothed. "I love you. And you love me, you know that."

His hand moved down to your neck as he pressed his lips against yours.

You jolted up in a panic, looking around the empty room frantically. You were out of breath, your throat dry and sore. You pressed the palms of your hands against your forehead, imprudently trying to force the nefarious memories and thoughts from your mind. You spent the rest of the night with your eyes searching the dark, empty room for any sign of movement, paranoid your nightmare would become a reality and you would be forced to relive your worst experience all over again. Somehow, the castle now seemed to be home to many more ghosts.

You spent the next week in the hospital wing. Severus brought you all of the classwork you were missing so you were not falling behind. He spent as much time as he could with you, making you feel far less lonely. Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were incredibly patient and understanding of the incident. They came to check on you at least once a day and never pressured you to leave the hospital wing. You knew it was time to return to your usual daily routine, but the idea of being forced to interact with James felt like a nightmare. You laid on the hospital bed, your books and parchment sprawled out as you worked.

“What happened to you?” Madam Pomfrey exclaimed, breaking your concentration and causing you to look up from your papers.

Severus walked through the doors with a vibrantly purple and black eye. His hair fell over it, but it was impossible to hide.

“It’s nothing,” he said. “I’m just here to visit (Y/N).”

Madam Pomfrey allowed him to walk past her, but continued to shake her head as she walked over to her healing potions on the side of the room, scanning through them for the appropriate one.

“What happened to you, Severus?” You asked, sitting up on the bed and immediately reaching your hand out to push his hair behind his ear. “That looks awful!”

“It’s nothing, (Y/N). Would you stop?”

He pushed your hand away as he sat on the bed next to you.

“Was it them? Tell me, Severus.”

“Why don’t we just focus on you? You’re the one in the hospital wing after all.”

“So are you now, Mr. Snape,” Madam Pomfrey stated. “Sit still and look up.”

Madam Pomfrey applied a thick cream to Severus’ eye. The colors dissipated and the swelling went down until eventually the ailment almost completely disappeared. By the time Madam Pomfrey finished treating Severus, it was time for him to leave for his next class. He grabbed his books and began walking out of the hospital wing.

“Wait-” You called out, surprising even yourself.

You collected you classwork before standing and making your way over to Severus.

“Are you leaving?” Madam Pomfrey asked, clearly contemplating whether to allow you to go.

“Yes, Madam. Thank you for everything,” You said before turning to a shocked Severus. “They know better than to mess with us when we’re together. Let’s go.”

#Harry Potter #harry potter dark fiction #harry potter noncon #dark severus snape imagine #severus Snape #Snape #severus #james potter noncon #james potter dark #dark james potter #James Potter #noncon fiction #noncon imagine #dark #Harry Potter imagine #James Potter imagine #mauraders #dark fiction #dark fic

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angellesword · 3 years

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VELVET & VALERE | KNJ

Description: It’s valentine’s day and Namjoon was mad at you.

Pairing: Writer!Namjoon x Cashier!Reader

Genre: established relationship, fluff. SEQUEL OF CARAMEL MACCHIATO

Word Count: 1.3k

*unedited*

Kim Namjoon fucked up.

"Shit." He bit his lower lip, shaking his head while looking at his bloody red hands; he was holding a tray of burnt red velvet cupcakes.

Tears pricked at his eyes. Namjoon wasn't usually emotional but it was hard to control his pent-up emotions, especially because he had such a shitty week at work.

Today was Sunday—his favorite day of the week. It also happened that his favorite time of the year was today: valentine's day.

Namjoon called you as soon as he woke up, hoping that you wouldn't be working late today because he wanted to celebrate this special event with you. Unfortunately, you said you were working a double shift.

February fourteen was one of the busiest days at the coffee shop.

You could tell that your boyfriend was upset. He hadn't seen you in a week and now you couldn't even make time to meet him? Even just for an hour?

"My shift ends at 11:30pm, babe..." You sighed, but you were a little relieved that you two were only talking via phone. You didn't think you could bear to see his mopey face.

His deep dimples were your greatest weakness.

"Yeah. You'll be too tired to see me when your shift ends, right?" He couldn't hide the bitterness in his voice, causing your heart to churn.

"I'll make it up to you tomorrow, okay? I'm really sorry—"

Namjoon heard noises from the other line. Noises that he couldn't quite decipher.

It looked like you were really busy.

"Hey, babe? I have to go now. I love you! Bye!"

You ended the call even before Namjoon could respond.

He heaved a deep sigh, switching his phone off before deciding to go back to sleep.

But he couldn't sleep anymore.

Every time he clamped his eyes shut, all he could see was you. Poor you who couldn't catch a break.

His heart sank thinking about your tired face. You still worked as a cashier at the coffee shop where he first met you.

"Damn it," He sat on the bed. He wanted to stay mad at you but he couldn't—not when he knew that you were having a hard time, and clearly not when he knew that you didn't choose this.

You wanted to be with him, it just so happened that you had a sick mother to support and bills to pay.

Namjoon wanted to help you; however, he had problems as well. He wasn't rich. In fact, he was struggling to pay rent too. He barely had money to buy the ingredients for these mini cakes—this was the reason why he was looking at the burnt red velvet cupcakes dejectedly.

Namjoon realized that he shouldn't have acted bitter when he was talking to you over the phone, and so he decided to drop by at the coffee shop later today after baking some cupcakes for you, a simple way of asking for your forgiveness.

Except that baking wasn't simple.

He fucked up, leaving the small cakes in the oven for too long. To top his stupidity, he also accidentally squirted the red frosting all over his hands.

Namjoon was about to throw the cupcakes in the trashcan when the door suddenly opened, revealing you.

"Happy valentine—what the fuck?" Your eyes widened, almost losing your grip on the two cups of caramel macchiato.

"W-Wait!" Namjoon's eyes dilated as well. "This isn't what it looks like!"

He was flustered. Namjoon knew that you probably thought that he had hurt himself because of his clumsiness. The red velvet frosting staining his hands looked like blood.

"What did you do this time, Joon?" You darted towards him, placing the cups on the kitchen countertop and then examining his hand.

The red frosting also marked your palms. It smelled sweet.

"I tried baking red velvet cupcakes for you..." Your boyfriend admitted shyly, his head hanging low.

Your face softened upon hearing his confession, eyes darting to the tray of burnt cakes.

You stifle a gasp.

"I was planning to surprise you since you said you don't have time to celebrate with me..."

"Ditto, babe." Namjoon snapped his head up and looked at you.

You touched his cheeks. "You sounded upset earlier and I..." And then you caressed them. "I can't work knowing you're mad at me."

Namjoon's eyes lit up for a second.

"I'm not mad—" He stopped, changing his statement. "Well...yeah, I'm a little upset. Not with you though...but with this."

Namjoon sighed, pulling away from your embrace as he picked up the tray once again, this time he was really determined to throw it away.

"It's such a disaster. I...I messed up so bad." Namjoon told you the things he had been through while baking. Not only did he squirted the frosting all over his hands but he also burnt the cakes, sprinkled salt in the mixture instead of sugar and oh! He just realized that he also forgot to add baking soda.

"It's okay, Joonie. You're a writer, not a baker..." You chuckled, pulling him to an embrace once more.

Namjoon melted in your arms, kissing you on the lips.

"You know...I didn't expect you to make mini cakes. I really thought you're gonna give me a love letter or something like that,"

Namjoon's mood was sour again. His lips protruded into a pout.

"That's the plan, but Jungkookie said love letters were boring..."

"Since when did you care about that brat's opinion?" You furrowed a brow. Jungkook was Namjoon's friend. That boy was cute but as said, he was such a brat.

"Since Taehyung told me love letters are for nerds. He agreed with Jungkook, babe."

"But you are a nerd—sorry!" You smiled sheepishly when your boyfriend glared at you.

"Don't even think about teasing me. I'm not in the mood." He scoffed and you only chuckled.

"But you're in the mood for some vulvarine?"

"And here I thought I'm the nerd..."

You and Namjoon ended up making love. This was so much better than dining out or watching movies.

"I'm curious..." You blurted out, tracing your fingers through Namjoon's exposed chest.

“Hm?” Namjoon hummed, kissing the top of your head.

"About the letter. What were you planning to write?"

Namjoon was a real romantic. He had written you many letters before. All of them never failed to make you cry.

"I still have it...wanna read?"

When you nodded, Namjoon instantly got up from the bed and then he went straight to his study table. The paper was already crumpled because Namjoon got so pissed at Taehyung and Jungkook’s opinions.

"Here." He handed you the paper.

"Joon..." Tears fell from your eyes after reading the letter. "This is so sweet. I can't believe you're planning to throw this away!"

Your boyfriend bit his lower lip.

"You don't think it's too much? Boring? Nerdy—"

You cut him off by kissing him on the lips.

"It's not. I'll fucking kill Jungkook and Taehyung when I see them..."

"Please don't." He let out a hearty laugh. "They still need to hear my cheesy vow on our wedding."

"Are you saying that you have a plan to propose to me huh, Mr. Kim?"

"Maybe." He shrugged, kissing you again. "Maybe not..."

You simply shook your head because whatever his decision was, you only have one thing in mind:

you would love him forever.

#namjoon x reader #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x you #namjoon x oc #namjoon fluff

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demonicheadcanons · 4 years

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Can you please do a headcanon for Satan, Mammon& Lucifer for when their s/o gets drunk & starts crying &gets emotional(i usually don't show my true feelings & I only do so when I'm drunk I get emotional af I feel like I'm worthless & a burden to my mom as she gave up her entire life in raising me & well highschool & my best friend depression)it got dark real quick lol sorry about that)so I was wondering how the brothers would react it's fine if you don't want to do it thank you 😊have a nice day

AN: Feel better soon Nonny! You’re a whole person on your own and the people who are supporting you have made the decision to do so, rather than giving in to guilt, it might help to focus on being grateful for the choices they’ve made for you - you’re absolutely worth it :O Be safe, and I hope you find a safer coping mechanism!!

TW: Mentions of alcohol / unhealthy relationships with drinking, etc.

Reactions to an Emotional Drunk MC

Scenario: Satan, Mammon, Lucifer, and the MC are all in the human realm and are relaxing in a bar with some drinks.

Lucifer

- Lucifer is the one who shuts it down.

- He was feeling quite settled, and so had decided not to be so on top of everyone. It was up to you, Mammon, and Satan to make good decisions and take care of yourselves. He’d still be there, and he was still watching, but he also wanted to relax a little before he had to return back to the Devildom and start catching up on the work he’d missed out on.

- He was keeping an eye on you, in particular - you seemed to be uncomfortable but he wasn’t putting the pieces together properly until you’d downed yet another glass of something or other, some human liquor he couldn’t make out by colour alone, and then plopped down in the seat beside him.

- You seemed alright for a few moments, maybe a bit out of it, and his gaze flickered across the room again away from you until he heard a sniffle. He looks at you again, suddenly on edge. His hand is on your chin in seconds, tilting your head up towards him so that he could see your face better. Tears openly flow down your cheeks, and his heart skips a beat.

- He starts asking questions immediately, not letting go of your chin unless you grab his wrist or try to brush his hand away. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?” He bristles out of no where, leaning in closer. “Did someone do something?”

- You rub at your eyes and just start gushing, and he’s at a loss for words as he listens to everything. You see his eyebrows furrow any time you say something negative about yourself, Lucifer’s shoulders still up and with him still leaning his entire body towards you, fully focused. He processes everything and, before you can continue putting yourself down, he gives you a sharp glare.

- It’s not that he doesn’t care, but he doesn’t see the point in this - he’d listen to you talk, listen to you get out everything you needed to, but this seemed counter-intuitive if you were going to spend the entire time putting yourself down. He sighs and pulls off his cloak, settling it around your shoulders before sitting slightly closer, looking out over the room as he talks.

- His words aren’t reassuring as such, full of concern masked in self-confidence. He tells you that you surely couldn’t be so bad; you were doing well amongst all the demons, you were resisting fairly well, within days you had half his brothers in your hands and under your control which meant you were either very smart, or stupidly caring. You’d made strides no one else could have. He levels you with a stare again. “I have no reason to lie,” he informs you, “and no reason to inform you of your own worth if I felt you didn’t have any.” The smallest smile forms on his face as he tells you, “You’ve proved yourself useful for me and Lord Diavolo, at least.”

- He watches you curl up in his coat and take in everything he’s said, and his chest hurts for a split second - humans really were so small and fragile. And yet you’d held strong until now, and even this wasn’t enough of a weakness to diminish your worth. He sighs again, excuses himself to fetch you both a glass of water - he’d let you cry it out, now, but you needed to be hydrated for that at least.

- When you’re sober and back home, he regularly checks up on you. He subtly asks about your mood and how you feel you’re doing, compliments you randomly, and if you’re drinking, he’s by your side so that you at the very least have someone to correct you if you start spiraling.

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Mammon

- Mammon is the one who gives emotional comfort.

- He was having fun, the human alcohol relaxing him just enough that he could exist with ease whilst still functioning. At the same time, he was keeping a close eye on you, and would regularly circle back to see where you were - you wouldn’t be alone for even a second unless you forcibly asked him to leave you be, with Mammon ensuring that at least one of the brothers was with you at all times.

- Satan had wandered off somewhere after someone bumped into him and made him spill his drink, and Mammon sees you standing alone staring into your glass. He heads over in your direction, cursing under his breath as he watches people walk past and look you over. His anger fades when he gets to you and puts a hand on your shoulder and you look up at him with tears in your eyes.

- You barely have time to react to his presence before he’s pulling you across the room to find somewhere quiet, and then he holds you by your shoulders, watching you carefully as he asks what’s wrong, what happened, did someone make you uncomfortable? He waits patiently for an answer, although you can see him getting more and more concerned and frustrated as he tries to figure out what the hell he’s supposed to do if you don’t tell him anything.

- You start talking, venting about this and that and he wraps you up in his arms. You pause for a second before he tells you to let it all out, say whatever you need to. He’s here. He listens, tearing up at times as well and trying to subtly wipe it away. Had you been hurting like this all this time, or was this entirely because of the alcohol, or a mix of the two?

- His grip on you is tight up until your sobs turn to sniffles, and then he pulls back and asks if there’s anything you need right now - if you want to, he’ll go get Lucifer and Satan and you can all go home? He has this one thing he’s been wanting to watch but he doesn’t want to be alone for it, you two could totally have a movie night and get popcorn and such and just relax, if that would help?

- When you’re done, he wipes your face with his sleeve and tells you that you should come to him in future, any time you need to. He’s your first demon, after all - you should feel the need to come to him anyway, without being asked. Despite his fake-confident attitude, he reinforces what he’s said by checking up on you when you’re back in the Devildom, and oftentimes if he knows you’re going to be alone he’ll invite you out to whatever he’s doing so you don’t have too much time to think. It helps him cope, and he hopes it’ll help you too.

Satan

- Satan is the one who listens, who debates.

- He’d known it was coming beforehand. There were signs, little anxieties that you just couldn’t hide forever, especially not from him. He keeps an eye on you the entire time the two of you are in the human realm, curious as to how you’ll react to being ‘home’ and if it’ll make you want to leave them so you can stay here. He’d been nervous somewhere deep down, too, and it kept him observing you even when he was supposed to be relaxing.

- The second you start to get emotional, he’s by your side, inviting you to come over and sit with him. He levels anyone near you with a glare, and the two of you end up in a relatively peaceful and quiet area because everyone else can sense the aura he’s giving off to keep them all away.

- His questions are sharp but not hurtful, and he chips away at whatever resistance you still have that keeps you bottling everything up until you finally break and spill out what you’re thinking about, tears pouring out alongside your harsh words. It takes him by surprise, but he shifts until he’s facing you and watches you closely as you speak.

- Satan tries not to interrupt, but every now and then he can’t help himself. “Why do you think that?” “Is there a reason for this?” etc. He doesn’t exactly parrot back what you’re saying, but you can tell he’s listening intently because he uses everything you’ve told him in his responses. His questions turn more into “but don’t you think...” and “I don’t quite see it that way myself.” It’s a debate, but a lighthearted one, and he’s being careful as he speaks.

- He’s clever. He knows what points to chip away at, to pick on so that you open up and tell him more about your concerns. Part of it is a morbid curiosity - he likes to observe people, to know what makes them tick, and now he has easy access to some of that with you. Mostly, though, he’s concerned. He’d grown to care about you and now that you were unloading all your anxieties he realises he clearly hadn’t been watching close enough, if you’d been feeling like this the entire time. Sometimes, when he’s upset, he wonders what it would be like to just tell someone every little thing, and by pressing on and on he knows he’ll be able to help you let it out.

- Once you’ve let everything out and you stop crying, he stops asking questions, stops prodding away at your thoughts. You’d been able to let out everything you needed to, been able to break whilst having support there, even if he hadn’t directly said anything to make you feel better. He was careful enough that what he said at least wouldn’t make you feel worse, and now it was all out there for him to think over in future and for the two of you to work on.

- That’s what he does. Satan takes everything you’ve told him and, when you’re back in the Devildom, he works to build up your confidence and to make you happier. The second you think you’re not all that useful, he’s rambling about how, remember that one time, where you did this and that? And how you act a certain way at times, and how your eyes light up when you help others, and so on? He can give exact examples to refute every point you’ve made, he’s been watching closely and memorising them all. You might not feel better right away, but he plans to work away at it slowly so that the negativity doesn’t have any ground left to stand on by the time he’s done.

AN: I hope this is okay!! Be safe, all of you <3

#Anonymous #request #obey me headcanons #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #my headcanons #my writing #alcohol mention #ask to tag #angst #edit: i wrote this in like half an hour to an hour whilst extremely sleep deprived so be easy on my soul ty

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I don't know if you do prompts, but if you do, I was wondering if you'd ever consider adding a part in the Bogeyman!Virgil verse where the family has a fight.

Kids at that age are so temperamental, and they say things they don't mean to their family when they're so young, expressing hatred a lot. It's bound to happen, and siblings especially fight so often.

I could imagine one of the kids screaming at Virgil that he's a monster, not their real brother, that they hate him, that they hope they never see him again. It's pretty standard for a child, but I doubt Virgil would know that, and with his past of being unloved, I could see him immediately being heartbroken and devastated.

Love your work!

Sorry it took so long to get to this anon! The one-shot I wrote for this one actually ended up being like twice as long as usual :) I can imagine all of the kids, especially Roman or Patton getting upset with him pretty easily. And maybe this would also work for Thomas, I mean a single father of four kids would probably end up getting mad at them and hurting their feelings unintentionally every once in a while.

Anyway here’s the fic, I added Remus and Emile in just because (warnings for angst, fear, and Roman being an asshole at the beginning)

It was an accident. He didn’t mean to break it. He would’ve never broken one of their toys on purpose. He stared blankly at Roman’s plastic sword, the blade bent at a very noticeable angle. Roman’s eyes widened as he gazed at the damage, snatching the sword from Virgil’s hands to get a closer look. His eyes filled with tears instantly, big drops falling onto his broken weapon.

Virgil bit at his lip, guilt filling his stomach as he crouched down in front of him. He put a hand on Roman’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him. “I’m sorry Ro, I didn’t mean—” Roman shoved his hand away with a whimper, smacking him as hard as he could with his sword. Virgil flinched, despite the kid’s blow not causing him any pain. “I’m sorry, okay? We can get you a new one.”

“No! I liked this one!”

“Well...then maybe we could—”

“No!” Roman shrieked. “Go away! I hate you!” Virgil’s heart sunk into his stomach.

“Y-You don’t mean that Ro.” Virgil tried to put his hand back on Roman’s shoulder, but only got another smack from his toy sword.

“My sword was broken by a meanie monster.” Roman muttered angrily. As he stomped out of the bedroom and down the stairs, Virgil stayed crouched, watching him leave with glazed over eyes. It had been so long since he had been called a monster, he had forgotten how much it stung. And now it hurt much, much more.

He took a shaky breath, gaze shifting to the ground. Roman did tell him to go away...

Okay. He’ll go away.

Thomas had heard Roman screaming and ran to the stairs, just in time to see the kid in question storming down with tearful eyes, and Virgil melting into the shadows and leaving. In Roman’s hands was his favorite toy sword, now bent beyond usable. “Oh Roman, what happened?”

“Virgil broke it! He’s a big meanie!” Thomas glanced up the stairs, where Virgil had disappeared. Not hearing Patton talking to him in the living room or Logan asking him questions in Virgil’s room meant he probably wasn’t anywhere in the house. Of course of all the sons to disappear after an emotional outburst it just had to be the one who could teleport.

“Were you two playing and it broke, or was he mad and broke it?”

“We were playing, and he was holdin’ it, and then he smacked it against the wall and it broke!”

“Do you think he meant to break it?” Roman huffed, wiping at his eyes before crossing his arms.

“...No, but he still broke it.” A bit of relief filled Thomas at that, but he would never tell Roman. Son or not, he wasn’t sure if we would know how to calm down an angry bogeyman that intentionally breaks his adopted brother’s toys.

“Do you know where Virgil went?” Roman blinked, the question breaking him out of his anger for a moment. He looked back up the stairs, eyes glancing around for a moment, surprised at Virgil’s absence, before huffing and turning back around.

“...No, but good riddance! He broke my sword!” Thomas took a deep breath. Okay, so Virgil could be anywhere. Now he just had to hope he was somewhere with a stable connection; maybe he could call him. If not, he might’ve just lost a son. His heart began to pound at that, but he hid his worry before Roman could see.

Right, he had to deal with Roman first. He slowly took the broken sword from Roman’s hands, rubbing gentle circles into his back. “I’ll see if I can fix this. If it can bend without breaking, I might be able to bend it back. Why don’t you watch some cartoons with Patton while I give that a try?”

“But what if you end up breaking it more?”

“Then I can get you a new one. We might even be able to get you a new one today if you want.”

Roman whimpered. “But I like mine.”

“I know you do, bud. But sometimes...things break and have to be replaced. Nothing lasts forever.” Thomas glanced up the stairs, hoping to see Virgil returning. Still missing. “I’ll need you to apologize to Virgil later, okay? You said a lot of mean things to him, and probably made him feel really bad. And he’ll have to apologize for breaking your toy. Sound good?”

Roman was still clearly upset, but he nodded anyway, staring down at his feet as he thought. Thomas ushered him into the living room to distract him with the TV, then sent a text to Virgil’s phone, hoping he would get it.

Virgil had gone back to his cave. After officially moving in with his dad and brothers, he had expected to never want to—or feel the need to—come back here. But it was just as cold as he remembered. He sat with his back against the wall, staring through unfocused eyes as the shadows on the other side of the cave seemed to taunt him.

Maybe they were. Maybe they were thinking “what an idiot, caring for humans. It’d never work out in the end. Something always goes wrong.” At least that was what he was thinking. He knew how quickly humans could turn on other humans, it would make sense for them to turn on him much quicker.

His body was still weighed down by guilt. He broke Roman’s favorite toy, of course he would be mad. Virgil knew if one of them had broken something of his, he would probably be pretty upset. His words still rang in his ears, though.

He’d stay in the cave until things might have settled down. Then maybe he’d go back and talk to Dad.

Virgil was gone for two days by the time Roman felt just as much guilt and fear as the bogeyman himself was feeling. Thomas was trying his best to stay calm, knowing Virgil was fully capable of taking care of himself, but that fatherly panic was beginning to take over.

Virgil had told him about the cave he used to live in, and Thomas assumed that he had gone to stay there. But he had no clue where it was. As far as he knew, Virgil could be in some sort of Floridian cave less than a mile away or a cave all the way in Australia. He kept texting and calling in hopes that he would answer, but the chances of him having wi-fi in a cave was slim to nil.

He told Remus about Virgil’s disappearance, hoping that the only other person with demon children would know where his cave was. What he got as his answer was Remus putting him on hold for a whole hour, then coming back to say a terrifyingly serious “I’m on the case” before being hung up on. Whatever Remus was up to only made him more worried.

Virgil hadn’t expected to start his third day in his cave being tackled by two other bogeymen. He let out a startled curse as the two slammed into him and shoved him into the shadows, taking him with them back to their home. He growled, glaring at the two kids and preparing to fight back, before realizing where he was.

Remus bopped his head with a rolled-up newspaper, Emile grinning eagerly behind him. “Hey there Vee!” Virgil sighed, his heart rate beginning to drop back to normal.

“Hey...”

“Uncle Thomas has been real worried about you.” Remus spoke, looking the newspaper over in his hands as if it were a weapon.

“He has?” Virgil tried to keep the hopeful tone out of his voice.

“Well fuckin’ duh! He wouldn’t have called me of all people if he wasn’t!”

“Did he ask you to get your kids to kidnap me?”

“No, that was my idea.” Emile responded happily, bringing Virgil over to the couch and giving him a cup of hot chocolate. “I thought it’d be funny. Sorry if it scared you.”

“It’s fine, I guess.” Virgil watched as Janus stuck his tongue out at him, a grin on his face as he ran off down to his bedroom, Remy following soon after. Remus kicked his feet up on the coffee table, looking at him expectantly.

“So you gonna teleport back home, or do ya want one of us to drive you there like a human?” Virgil couldn’t answer. It was nice to hear that Dad was worried, but he was more concerned about how Roman felt. Emile seemed to sense his unease, ruffling his hair a bit.

“Thomas told us what happened, and Roman’s really sorry. This sort of thing just sort of happens with kids. Kids as old as your brothers get upset really easily and say things they don’t mean.” A warm smile spread across his face, slowing Virgil’s skipping heart and steadying his constantly anxious mind.

“Roman doesn’t actually hate you, especially not because of just one mess-up. Kids’ brains aren’t exactly developed enough to properly respond to things that upset them, anyway, so this is pretty normal.” Virgil nodded slowly, staring down at the hot chocolate in his hands.

Remus giggled excitedly, saying in the most affectionate voice Virgil had ever heard “I bet you could destroy the world with those smarts, Lilo and Switch.” Emile’s cheeks turned red, and his smile was redirected at his boyfriend.

“It’s just basic developmental psychology, nothing but fifteen minutes of googling will tell you this much.” Remus just hummed happily. Emile turned his attention back to Virgil. “So what do you say? You wanna go back now, or wait a bit?” Virgil pulled his jacket tighter around himself. He did miss the house...and his room...and his family.

He sighed, his anxiety failing as he placed down the cup of hot chocolate, stood up, and without another word dropped into the shadows.

Virgil appeared in his room, relieved (and for whatever reason a bit upset) that no one was there. He gulped, debating whether it would be more awkward to walk out and find the others or just wait there until someone comes in. But Dad decided that for him, singing a song from a musical he hadn’t shown Virgil yet as he went about cleaning the house.

Dad stared up at him, expression blank as his brain tried to figure out what was going on. The memory of their first time seeing each other face-to-face played in Virgil’s head—and wow, he looked just as confused as he did back then.

The lightbulb went off in his brain and his eyes widened, dropping his cleaning supplies and pulling him into a hug, letting out a relieved, almost delirious laugh. “Oh thank goodness you’re okay!” Warmth filled Virgil’s heart as he hugged back as best he could, his arms pinned to his sides by Dad’s tight grip. “You were at your cave, right? I really need to figure out where that place is.”

“Janus and Remy know, Emile sent them to kidnap me and bring me to their place.”

Dad pulled away, eyes wide. “They kidnapped—” He stumbled over his words, sounding both alarmed and confused, before going silent. “You know what, I’m not even surprised.”

“Yeah, those guys are weird.”

“How did those kids know where the cave was, though?” Virgil shrugged.

“I think all three of us were formed there, they just never actually lived there. That’s my best guess at least.”

“Well...I’m just glad they found you. We’ve all been really worried.” Virgil heard four small feet running up the stairs and over to his door, two faces peering in. Smiles spread across Logan and Patton’s faces as they practically tackled Virgil to the ground, clinging onto him as if he’d disappear if they let go. Virgil hugged them back, just happy to see them again.

Then he heard another pair of feet run up the stairs, and Roman appeared in the doorway. Virgil gave him an uneasy smile. “I’m...sorry for breaking your toy, Ro, I didn’t mean—”

Roman’s lip began to quiver and tears streamed down his cheeks as he ran to hug Virgil, clinging on tightly as he babbled out apologies until his words were completely unintelligible. Virgil awkwardly hushed him, running a hand through his hair as his incoherent babbling began to die down. “It’s fine, Ro, I’m okay.”

“It’s not fine!” Roman whined. “You disappeared for two days and I was really mean to you and I thought you’d never come back and I’m sorry!” Virgil looked to Dad, hoping he would be able to help. Dad came over and gently shushed Roman, saying “Virgil’s here now, he’s not gonna leave, we’re all gonna be okay, bud.”

Roman slowly calmed down, tears no longer falling from his eyes and breathing beginning to steady. Dad asked Logan and Patton to go back downstairs while he talked with Roman and Virgil. He had to make sure his two oldest kids would be okay.

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