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myspideyboy · 3 years

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(I lived)

Summary| when you visit finch after his unsuccessful suicide attempt in the hospital he talks to you on why he tried but you try to remind him all hes done and the things he should be proud of rather then thinking what he shouldve been remembered by

- tw/warnings: mention of suicide/suicide attempt

- x female reader

9:35 pm. 9:35 pm you were called into the room they held the one and only Theodore Finch. A room y/n never wanted to see finch in, see him paler then his natural color or his usual bright smile place with a unemotional look that seems like all he can think about one thing, one regret, one wish. That he was dead. He wished he was. There was no deny it now this was his second attempt and he couldnt run away this time since his body was to weak to run, for awhile it was to weak to breath. He was currently looking down at the food that was on the tray hovering above his lap wondering who was going to come in first, his mom who would've cried and blamed herself. His sister kate who would've cried along with decca who was to young to understand what he did. His friend violet who he saved off the ledge or you, or his girlfriend. You, he wouldn't known what to expect to see you as but he knew he had hurt you, he knew that for sure. When you walked in he didnt look up from his food he was pushing around with his fork he just kept staring at it as if maybe if he stared long enough he'll disappear for awhile.

"Finch?" Y/n asked her voice sounding as if she cried for hours on end, which she has since she received the phone call that the found finch alive but unconscious, hearing how she said his name sent knives through finchs heart. He looked up at her his eyes going soft and sad once he saw her red puffy eyes and the lack of the brightness of joy she usually had with her. "Yeah...I'm here" he told her his voice being quiet, he wanted her to know that he was there that he wasnt some illusion her mind made up to make her think he was there and not dead. Y/n sniffled while pulling a chair up to his bed and sitting down on it, bring her knees to her chest as she looked into his eyes being ready to cry again. "Why?" She asked before she inhaled sharply to avoid breaking down right there, soon she exhaled before she spoke again "why did you want to leave me?" Her voice was shaky now and she shuts her eyes to avoid tears from falling. Finchs eyes widened as his heart stopped beating for what felt like forever, "what? No, no! I didnt...it wasnt meant for that. I didnt mean for that... it wasnt because I wanted to leave you" finch says as he say uo straight in his hospital bed looking straight at y/n. Y/n opened her eyes to look at finch tears already falling from her eyes, "then why finch?" She asked moving the sleeves of her shirt that covered her hands to wipe away her tears. "Because y/n i-...I just couldnt anymore. I'm the freak everywhere I go. The unwanted son. The unpredictable...I didnt want to hurt anyone anymore...I didnt want to hurt anymore either.." he said now he was tearing up but he looked down to hide his tears that formed in his eyes. "I thought if I was gone, things would be easier. For you. My sisters, my mom, my friends...everyone". "But finch that isnt true. Nothing is easier without you" y/n spoke truthfully.

Finch looked at her through his tears not knowing to believe it or not, but whatever she said he always believed, "really?" He asked her not caring as the tears fell from his face. Only with her he could cry and not have to worry about anything going wrong with it, he felt like he could show any emotions with her and she'll always help him calm down from them or keep the good ones going. "Yeah, really...finch, you have given me so many good things. I want them to keep going, I dont want those memories to just to be remembered by in such a short period of time. I want more till it's time for both of us to go" she explained giving him a small resuring smile. Finch couldnt help but laugh looking back down at his lap, he continued to laugh till it turned into a cry. He covered his face and hanged his head low, now regretting for ever trying to kill himself. He didnt realize it would actually do more damage then he thought it would, how it would just bring more pain then ever if he was truly gone and he wouldnt be there to fix it. Y/n frowns hearing him cry now making her want to cry so she crawled onto his bed and wrapped her arms around him and pulled his head close to her chest so he could cry on her and not into his hands. Finch wraps one arm around her as he kept the arm with the iv in it laying by his side "I'm sorry..I am so sorry" he cried. He hated how he brought he pain from what he has done, he just wanted the thoughts to go silent for once, for the pain he suffered from so long to stop and freeze in time while he stayed under the water forever. Y/n let finch cry everything he was holding in hopeing so he can feel better about everything evening if it was just a little.

"Do you remember when we went out to this carnival they had, and you tried to win me that stuffed teddy bear that was pink...and you kept missing the balloons so I had to win it for me?" Y/n asked while looking down at finch, trying to distract him from all that was happening. Finch chuckled and nodded not moving his head from resting against her, "yeah... I told you I was a bad but you encourage me to do it, you always do that" he told her while moving his head to listen to her heart beat. She did always do that. Encourage him to keep doing things he thought was impossible for him to do it did made him feel special and like he meant something. "I didn't think you were that bad" she laughed which made finch laugh "and then when we went to the blue hole for the first time, you taught me to swim...I was so scared to be in the deep end" she had whispered the last part which had made finch smile from the memory. He remembered holding her as he helped her move to the deeper end of the blue hole and how tight her grip was, the look of fear on her face that had change to pure excitement when she learned how to do it. "I remember" he told her while smiling now being calmer then before and more relaxed "I wanna make memories like that finch...I want to be able to have my whole life with. Every moment to remember with you..." she looked down at him tilting his head up by his chin with her thumb and index finger, "I want that too y/n...I really want that" finch whispered while looking into her eyes. He leaned up and kissed her lips softly enjoying the taste of pomegranate he always had the pleasure of tasting when kissing her, and when she kissed back her smiled just to pull away seconds later. "I promise you I will stay now...I'm going no where and I promise I'll be here for everything" finch told her "I promise I'll be here too finch....forever and for always"

• my first writing here and I hope it's okay :)

#all the bright places #theodore finch #violet markey #justice smith #elle fanning #x reader #oneshot

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riseandshinelittleblossom · 5 years

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Go Mets!

A/N: This is my submission for the wonderful @mf-despair-queen‘s 2019 Dylan O’Brien Baseball Week. This is my first ever Dylan fic, as well as my first ever reader insert (ish) fic, so keep that in mind hahahaha I hope you enjoy it!

Also! DISCLAIMER: I write this purely for fun, I don’t get paid or anything like that, I’m just borrowing our favorite Mets fan for a bit of good natured fun...

Warnings: light swearing, because it wouldnt be a riseandshinelittleblossom fic without it. :D

Shout out to my wonderful friend @ao719 for indulging me and pre-reading this for me..girl your rock!

Tags: @leelee10898 @fullbeaumonty @kennaxval @superapplepie @mrs-mitch-rapp93 @stiles-o-dylan24 @ownworldresident @mrscutiefandobhaz

Dylan held out his arm, staggering backwards a bit as he caught the baseball in his well-worn mitt.

“Hey, nice one Maggie!” He chuckled.

The six year old across the yard beamed at him and he couldn't help but feel his heart melt seeing her snaggletooth grin.

He was so proud of how much she had progressed since he first started bringing her out back to play catch two years ago.

His friends had all warned him to steer clear of getting into a relationship with you because dating a single mother also meant “you have to play Dad,” but that had never worried him in the least. Maggie was a good kid, really smart, and she shared Dylan's passion for baseball and the Mets. These days he couldn't imagine a better way to spend his time off between filming than to be in the backyard helping her practice for her little league games.

She flipped her long, chocolate- colored plait over her shoulder and resumed her batting stance.

“Okay, Dyl. Let's have another one. And don't go easy on me this time.” She sassed.

“Go easy on you? I would never..” he feigned innocence, grasping the ball firmly and grinding into the mitt a few times.

Maggie rolled her eyes, the bat falling to her side.

“I'm serious, O'Brien. You think the girls on the Grizzlies are gonna go easy on me this weekend? Not a chance! They're out for blood after we wiped the floor with them last season.”

“Out for blood, huh? Okay, well pick up the bat and I promise I won't hold back then, Princess.”

She resumed her stance and Dylan shook his head.

“Here,” he began crossing the yard in a few strides to stand behind her. He widened her grip on the bat and helped her crouch a bit lower. “Gotta widen that stance, baby girl. Otherwise the first speed ball's gonna knock you right off of home plate.”

He returned to the makeshift pitcher's mound that he and Maggie had made with a pile of her kinetic sand. It was a project that you had been none too happy about.

He stomped his feet a few times before releasing a steady pitch.

With a loud crack, the young girl sent the ball sailing away from her. Dylan hit a backwards run in an attempt to catch it, but it soared over the fence anyway.

You watched from the open kitchen window as your boyfriend raced across the yard and hefted the small girl onto his shoulder.

“And the Mag-ster rounds first! She's off to second! Oh my God, she's flying past third! Aaaand she makes it all the way home!” He shouted as he ran a circle in the yard and Maggie cheered, her small fists pumping into the air as Dylan mimicked the sound of a crowd roaring. He placed the child on the ground and you couldn't help but chuckle.

You and Dylan had been going steady for two years now, but it always made you smile to watch him with Maggie. He was the best daddy to her that he never had to be and it made you love him even more.

You thought back to the day that he first entered you and Maggie's lives as you finished washing up the mountain of dishes in the sink.

***********”**

You adjusted the settings outside of the batting booth before crouching in front of your preschooler.

“You sure you want to do the batting cages? We could go for another round of skee ball instead.” You suggested as the little girl before you adjusted her baseball helmet and shook her head. The child-sized aluminum bat in her hand still looked humongous and you bit your lip, wondering why you'd agreed to let her go in there and let a machine lob baseballs at her.

“I wanna baseball! I'm tired of just tee ball! It's time to break into the big girl game, because one day I'm gonna play for the New York Mets.” She told you matter-of-factly as she stepped into the cage.

You blamed the babysitter. She was a sweet woman that kept Maggie for next to nothing and she had two boys of her own that were only a little older for your daughter to play with.

The sitter's oldest son, Jacob, was nine and he played little league, which meant he and his brother often tried to get Maggie to play catch with them outside. Jacob was Maggie's hero and a die-hard New York Mets fan. All the time she spent with Jacob had ignited a fire within your near five year old. It had started with endless tee ball games in the local junior league and now...batting cages at the family fun arena.

You wrung your hands nervously as the first pitch shot out. You'd set the machine on the lowest setting but it still felt like the ball was the Roadrunner, jetting away from Wile E. Coyote as it hurdled towards your small child. Certainly anyone watching must have thought you were insane to let her in there.

Maggie held her own, swinging confidently even though the ball barely glanced the end of her bat. The metallic ting caused her to giggle wildly.

“I hit it!” She shouted.

“Hey, good job!” a male voice came from behind.

You whipped your head to see a tall slender man wearing khaki pants and, coincidentally, a Mets jersey. Your eyes scanned over him, your bottom lip tucking itself involuntarily between your teeth.

He twisted his baseball cap, leaving the bill sticking out behind him and tucked his folded sunglasses into his shirt. He gave you a polite smile and nod, the fluorescent lights overhead catching his honey colored eyes just enough to make them sparkle.

Your heart all but stopped as you smiled back and quickly averted your gaze, embarrassed that he'd no doubt noticed you checking him out.

“Thank you. She lives for this stuff.” You said shyly.

TING

“I hit it again!” Maggie squealed in delight, turning to face you. “Who's he?”

She scrunched her face up as she stepped out of the cage.

“Oh I was just waiting my turn is all. I'm going to use the cage when you're finished. Nice form in there,though. If you'd like, maybe I could give you some pointers.” The man said.

“You would?!” She squawked.

You were taken aback by the way he peered directly into Maggie's eyes when he talked to her. Not many people were so attentive when they spoke, especially to children. It made your knees feel weak as he trained his eyes on you in the same fashion.

“I'm Dylan.” He offered, extending a hand.

************

Your attention was pulled back to the present as you heard Maggie's sassy, near whiny voice through the window.

“I am NOT a baby anymore, Dylan. I'm getting bigger everyday, you know.” She scoffed.

He nodded. “Unfortunately.”

You stepped onto your tiptoes to get a better view of the two loves of your life, straining to hear their conversation. They were seated on the patio now, Dylan helping Maggie oil her own glove as well as his own.

“Mommy says that if I want to keep playing I have to take good care of my equipment. She said only responsible players get into the big leagues, so I have been trying to oil my mitt like you showed me, but sometimes it's hard.” The girl huffed as her mentor lifted his large hands-the ones that plagued your every day dream- and placed them over hers, patiently guiding her movements.

“You want to make sure you get into every groove, Princess. Every crevice. See? You've got it. I'm so glad to hear you've been listening to Mom while I've out of town, though.”

You let out a sigh, a warm feeling spreading from your chest throughout your body, a small chuckle escaping you. How did you ever get lucky enough to find him?

“Dylan, can I ask you a question?” Maggie piped up.

“Anything, squirt. What's on your mind?”

“Why were you and Mommy yelling at each other last night?”

Dylan's eyes went wide as he turned his gaze to his own mitt.

“Wha..wuddaya mean? We weren't-”

“Come on, O'Brien. I'm not deaf. You were saying, ‘Oh, Y/N,’ and Mommy kept screaming 'Dylan, oh my God’. Were you guys fighting?”

You tried to stifle a laugh, your hand flying over you lips as you remembered the absolutely mind blowing events from the night before. The ones your daughter had apparently overheard. You could barely see your boyfriend's cheeks turning bright red right about now and you would have paid good damned money to get a view of that up close.

“Uh, no. We weren't...we weren't fighting, Princess.” Dylan tried to be vague and he cleared his throat. You knew he was silently hoping that his answer had been enough to end the conversation, but you also knew Maggie better than that.

“Oh. Well then what were you doing?”

Dylan turned to wipe off his hands, holding the towel out for Maggie to do the same.

“We were...we were talking in our sleep.”

“I heard banging, Dyl.”

The dark haired man gulped audibly, one hand rubbing over the days old stubble of his chin.

“Uh...that? Oh we were… okay listen. You know I love your Mommy, right Princess?”

Maggie nodded, “Yep! And she loves you.”

“That's right. So we love each other. Sometimes, uh...when a boy loves a girl...ya know...they...dance...together?”

You cackled softly listening to Dylan not even buying his own bullshit.

“Oh. But I can dance without banging, see?”

Maggie hopped from her seat and swept into a graceful ballerina twirl, her hands above her head.

“Well that's because you're a beautiful baseball-playing ballerina, and as such you're very graceful. Mommy and I...well, we're sort of clumsy.”

The child laughed. “So you mean you guys fall down a lot?”

“Exactly.”

“So that's why you were yelling right? You just kept knocking each other down?” the six year old cocked a skeptical eyebrow and Dylan nodded.

“You're gonna have to do better than that, Dyllie. I'm not buying it.”

Your boyfriend let out an exasperated sigh. “Okay how's this? We were dancing together because we love each other and we're clumsy so we kept falling down, but then he had...um bruises..?” He stopped short, clearly at a loss.

“The truth, please. I was born at night but not last night, ya know?” Maggie sassed with an eye roll.

“Okay the truth is... The truth is that I love your Mom and she loves me and sometimes when you love someone so much you just...you want to show them. There are things that you will learn about when you're older that help grown ups show each other how much they love their boyfriend or their girlfriend. And so..that's what we were doing. But those things are for grown ups only. I mean...grown ups that love each other and want to get married someday...not just any old boyfriend and girlfriend…”

Your heart stopped at the thought. You and Dylan had been together for a long time, but somehow you'd never talked about marriage before.

Maggie stared at him, one eyebrow cocked, her face scrunched in thought.

“Do you..? You understand anything I just said?” He asked nervously.

“Uuuuhhhh…..go Mets?” Maggie replied still obviously confused.

Dylan laughed loudly as he ruffled her hair. “That's my girl!”

“I don't even wanna know anymore,” she shook her head. “As long as you promise you and Mommy aren't breaking up.”

Dylan wrapped his arms around her shoulders pulling her into a tight hug.

“No way, Princess. You two aren't going to get rid of me that easily.”

“Hey, Mommy!” Maggie beamed as you appeared in the sliding glass doorway.

“Hey, kiddo. Why don't you take your gear upstairs for me? Dylan and I need to talk.”

She complied with your request, gathering her belongings and tossing them into her athletic bag before hefting it inside.

You grinned widely at Dylan as your daughter disappeared up the stairs. He exhaled audibly, silently mouthing “thank you,” as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

He ambled across the patio, wrapping his long arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly close.

“I know you were listening, you evil woman. Way to leave me hanging.” Dylan muttered, his lips brushing yours as he spoke. His whiskey eyes were locked on yours, making your knees suddenly feel weak.

“I dunno, you seemed to be handling things pretty well on your own.” You smugly replied.

“Yeah? You think so? I'd love to show you a few other things I can handle pretty well.” he pressed his lips to yours and you giggled into the caress.

“You mean like...Go Mets?”

He scoffed, giving you his near award-winning, lopsided smile.

“You're damn right, go Mets.”

#dylan o'brien #dylan obrien fan fic #dylan obrien one shot #go mets #dylan baseball week #baseball week 2019 #yeet

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solidburnreturned · 5 years

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im gonna talk about! marney and topaz! their characters and relationship and how having pepper changed things for them. this is rly long but it feels good to write it all out

- marney and topaz have a rly complex relationship thats full of support and like...give-and-take. neither has more control over the other. theyre both stubborn in their own ways and strive to please one another thru compromise. their relationship has a lot of hard work behind it their bond is super strong and loving

- topaz is very level headed and relaxed while marney is more of a worrier and feels her emotions a bit more intensely. topaz works as a gardener while marney works in construction. both are pretty large trolls with a good amount of strength, being half giant troll. they spent a while working in the same general areas and flirting by trying to show off their strength to each other before topaz was like “hey do you wanna. hang out” bhjdfksd. they were both around 20-21 when they started dating

- they got married young (24-25 y/o) and lived with each other at the troll tree. they both had wanted kids for a while but marney was too nervous for a really long time to have a baby while they both were still at the troll tree. worried about one or both of them getting eaten and not being there to raise the baby, the trolling pod getting damaged or ripped apart, the baby getting taken, etc. marney has some real demons when it comes to close family members getting taken from her

- topaz managed to convince her after she showed marney this rly secluded, safe little hole in the tree that they thought would be safe from the bergens. they planted their little hair seed and took rly good care of the pod plant! they were both super excited to finally start a little family, even with the grim situation. by that time almost all of their own family had been eaten except for topaz’s brother (who i have not developed at all but he’s eve’s father) so the stress of literally just staying alive was a lot but they wanted to really try and be there for their baby. things were going so well they actually started planning to plant a second (and third) hair seed

- around the 2 months 1 week point (i headcanon that trollings take about 3 months/12 weeks to develop in the pod) the pod had started to turn a really bright red color, which easily attracted the attention of chef. marney and topaz hid and thought their trolling pod was hidden well enough while chef came thru to take more trolls, and they were absolutely horrified when they saw chef rooting around in the knothole in the tree that the trolling pod was in with her fingers trying to grab it. chef just ended up like giving up and moving on to other, more accessible trolls eventually and marney and topaz just had to sit and wait until she left before they could go and check on the pod

- topaz and marney are both So Devastated when they see the pod all smashed and dying. topaz feels guilty for pushing marney to start a family when she was scared and now both their worst fears were just confirmed. theyre torn to pieces and just sit there with the crushed pod crying

- but then!!!! they hear a little baby crying!! inside the pod that they thought was crushed was a tiny babby......very premature, like she doesnt have all her color yet, her ears are crinkled up, hardly any hair, eyes arent even open yet, but shes alive!! and theyre both just completely overjoyed and take her back to their own pod immediately to make sure she’s okay since baby trollings laugh when theyre born, they dont cry (shes fine just scared/upset that she was kicked out of the pod so early lmao)

- marney becomes incredibly protective over baby pepper. topaz is protective too, but marney is next level. that baby is by her side almost 24/7. all wrapped up tight in a little blanket, tucked up in her hair. topaz wants to tell marney to calm down, but she still feels guilty over the entire situation, so she lets marney be a total helicopter parent for a while

- once pepper is at the level of development she shouldve been, marney does relax a tiny bit. pepper is still rly tiny and her ears never quite straightened out (which is why theyre kinda bent in her design) but shes plumped up and got a cute lil afro and marney’s eyes! they both love this happy lil baby to death

- as pepper gets older topaz and marney continue to disagree on parenting styles. topaz wants to let pepper live and learn, let her fall down and learn to pick herself back up, let her learn from experience. marney wants to keep pepper as safe as possible and wants her by marney’s side at all times. she hovers over pepper when shes learning to walk, freaks out if she does normal baby stuff like cough a little when eating or spits up or falls, and has trouble with leaving her alone for any length of time. marney argues that shes keeping their only child safe, while topaz argues that marney is doing the opposite by sheltering pepper

- this disagreement and the bad first experience with raising a trolling pod squashes out any want for more babies, which makes them both sad honestly

- once the troll tree escape happens and they make themselves comfortable in the new village (pepper is around 1-2 years old at this point), marney calms down considerably, feeling that the biggest threat to her family is gone. topaz is really glad to see her wife chill out and they both work together to raise pepper

- pepper’s rebellious years (13-16) are not received well by marney, who can do nothing but worry, but topaz is a little more relaxed about it. she recognizes that pepper is exploring some identities and is reacting to marney’s overprotective parenting. she doesnt let pepper get away with EVERYTHING but shes more lenient and understanding. this really annoys marney who just has the worst feeling that something bad is going to happen to pepper eventually if she keeps up this wild behavior. marney was also not thrilled when pepper got her motorcycle

- cue pepper’s bike crash, and marney is back to being obsessive with keeping her safe. topaz is also back to feeling guilty, feeling like if she had listened to marney and been a little stricter with pepper she wouldnt be in this situation. this is probably the heaviest, roughest part of marney and topaz’s relationship/marriage. it took pepper 1.5 years to recover fully (between the initial bodily trauma, physical therapy, and emotional/mental damage) and it took marney and topaz half of that time to not be so upset with each other, talk things out openly and honestly, and work together to be there for their daughter

- fast forward to the present. pepper hasnt lived with her parents for 4-5 years and is independent. marney and topaz are both proud of her and each other! marney is careful to not be so overbearing anymore, but can slip up and be a total worrier still. topaz does her best to not carry any guilt regarding the emotional toll on marney from pepper’s haphazard pod delivery/crash and the toll the crash took on pepper. she does sometimes wish she was a bit more careful like marney, but figures that together they balance each other out quite well. they have a lot more open communication about their wants/needs/feelings

- marney and topaz live together happily and love each other very much!!!

#writing this out felt GOOD #trolls #oc #marney #topaz #pepper #txt #i should draw these mamas more

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