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#scream. i love both of them so much i'll puke
reallyromealone · 5 months
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Okay so hear me out.
Sanzu x reader but it's an arranged marriage for connections between Bonten and another Yakuza. But the entire time reader is just kinda forced to dress as a girl because his dad didn't have a daughter to shuffle off to Bonten, so when Sanzu gets time alone with reader and actually gets to talk to him and hug him - he finds out reader is a guy and is just like "WTF- Wait I actually like this better" or something.
Absolutely uwu
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(name) was uncomfortable as he was dressed and polished, makeup making his face look more feminine than it was.
He hated that he looked like this.
He was going to his "engagement party" with Bonten higher ups, he was being married off to bontens second, he didn't even know who he was. He just hoped it wouldn't go south.
He didnt know who he was, what to do as he walked into the venue, both Bonten and (Yakuza) were guarding the grounds as (name)s father left him by the arm as if he were a daughter and (name) wanted to claw his eyes out with his manicured nails "behave, fail and I will /kill/ you" (name) wasn't even a spare, third born and just a chip for his father so he knew he was serious. The venue was impressive, many people from various organizations there along with political leaders, it was quite the event.
He was never celebrated this much.
Cremes and pinks, gold silverware and expensive plates along the white tables and the marble reflected the expensive chandeliers.
It was all too much.
"Your fiance saved no expense for you" his father said and practically threw him to the wolves to get a drink.
He just wanted to scream.
He was greeted and congratulated by everyone before he even got to meet his future husband, everyone commenting about how lucky Sanzu was to get with such a beautiful girl, all of them pretending like it was love at first sight, not knowing (name)s secret. He didn't even know who this "Sanzu" was, the entire time being chatted up by others and talks about future children being wed for stronger bonds, (name) wanted to puke.
"So you're the little bird our Sanzu is marrying" a white haired man with a tattoo on the side of his head commented and glanced at "her" up and down almost judgingly but made a sound of approval "he wouldn't shut up about you, he's absolutely smitten from a photo" he said passively before smirking if you grow bored of him let me know"
Gross.
(Name) concluded he did not like the one he learned was named Koko who mentioned Sanzu was off assisting their boss with something of importance, (name) wasn't sure what and he didn't know if he wanted to know.
He stood at the window, the venue being at the top floor of a luxury hotel, the city looking tiny from this high and the lights of Tokyo lit up (name) in a way that made him look ethereal, the city reflecting off his eyes.
"I was looking for you" a voice said calmly and a man walked beside him and stared at the city below with his fiance "beautiful" he said no longer looking at the city lights but at the painting of a "woman" before him, never let it be said that Sanzu wasn't romantic, he only was when he chose to be.
Like now, the man pulling (name) close from behind to look at the city and kissing his hand gently "you truly are a sight" he whispered in his ear and kissed gently and (name) yelped at the sound and Sanzu halted, he wasn't as easily fooled "are...are.. you a man?" He asked pinning (name) to the glass and looking at him fully, taking in the features.
"M-my father... He didn't have a daughter so he used me instead... I'm sorry for lying to you but I wasn't exactly given choice... I understand if you want to leave" Sanzu was pissed yes, he was lied to and given a man instead of a woman...but he was still that beauty he fell hopelessly in love with.
His pretty little doll.
"I'll keep you, it's better honestly that youre a man" Sanzu looked critical as he looked over at (name) "everyone will be looking for a helpless bride when in reality it's a pretty little husband" he pulled (name) close and his lips ghosted the poorly huffed Adams apple "I mean how could one miss this?" He huffed out a laugh as his piercing eyes stared into (name)s entire being "letting go of such a beauty would be fucking stupid after all"
(Name) let Sanzu kiss him as they hid from their own party "you're coming back with me, I'll have people collect your shit" he said simply and bit into (name)s shoulder possessively "get used to me baby, because you're /never/ getting rid of me"
And (name) in his heart of hearts... Didn't want to get rid of him, the man who despite it all looked at him like he hung the moon.
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smad-lesbian · 11 months
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Imagine: Heathers are SO JEALOUS of JD flirting with Veronica, so they decided to make a party where the only person invited was Veronica. (It means that they all ditched the Remington's party, so no Veronica puking on Chandler's shoes, no Chandler saying that she will destroy Veronica's social life, no Veronica going to JD and no Chandler drinking drano)
Hell yeah, really love this prompt, I am a sucker for jealous Heathers and extremely oblivious Veronica.
Also this is how it should have gone-
"Don't forget to buy corn nuts!" Chandler yelled out from her car, leaning over it to scream at Veronica, who was heading inside the 7/11, said girl nodded at Chandler's demand, only slightly rolling her eyes before turning back, looking at the other two Heathers standing in the back seat.
"Do you guys want anything?" She called back at Duke and McNamara, both who were having small talk at the back of the red porsche.
They both turned to face the taller girl, Mac shrugged while Duke pondered for a second before looking up, "A big gulp, please." Veronica nodded, before turning back, entering the cold 7/11.
Duke and McNamara turned right back to their conversation about whatever latest gossip was going on in the halls of Westerburg.
It was only after a good 15 minutes that Duke began to shift in her seat, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her skirt in a nervous manner.
"Veronica has been gone for a long time now." Duke whispered, looking out the window at 7/11.
"Shut up, Heather!" Chandler snapped at her, but she furrowed her eyebrows at the words, her lips pursed as she internally (she would rather die than say it out loud) that Duke had a point, it had been a suspicious amount of time since Veronica got out.
Chandler sighed in annoyance, before digging her palm into the car keys, pulling them out with a tad too much force as she quickly opened the door.
"Come on." She said vaguely, not bothering to look behind her as she strolled into the 7/11, knowing that the other two Heathers were right behind her.
The semi-cold breeze of a barely functional air conditioner hit her as she scanned for the familiar tuffs of brown hair.
It wasn't long before she locked eyes with Veronica, she was facing away from them, looking engrossed into something.
Chandler noticed the familiar trench coat.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
She heard quite whispering behind her, probably McNamara, who also noticed the Bo Diddley rip off was talking to Veronica, leaning on the counter with a wolfish grin.
She was going to bury him alive.
Chandler walked (Stomped) over to the pair, putting a firm hand on Veronica's waist as she came within arms reach of the girl.
"Ronnie! Mind telling me what the fuck is taking so long?" Chandler asked Veronica, her voice sickenly sweet as she dug her nails into Veronica's arm.
Veronica didn't seem to mind brushing off the clear annoyance with an eye roll, "Sorry Heather, I was talking to JD, must have lost track of time." She said, her gaze flicking back to JD for a second, before she was distracted by another presence behind her.
"Well, sorry to interrupt, but we have to get going." Heather Duke said with gritted teeth as she sent JD a glare before giving Veronica a small, yet sweet smile.
Veronica gave a small smile back, before feeling a hand snake up around her waist, whom she already concluded was probably McNamara.
"We are so sorry to interrupt your eye fucking, but we have to get going." Mac glared at JD, who shrugged it off.
"Well, I'll see you later." He winked as he disappeared, probably to spike his slushie with steroids, Chandler thought, before tugging Veronica's arm outside.
Veronica grumbled in partial annoyance before she went along, mostly unfazed by the unusual amount of physical contact.
They soon got back in the car, (Veronica, Duke, and McNamara in the back, Chandler driving).
Chandler looked back at Veronica who seemed more interested in glancing outside the window, Chandler growled as she dug her nails into the steering wheel.
"Change of plans, party at my house tonight."
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psych0-str1ngs · 5 months
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Nikki Sixx x reader- Savior (angst)
Authors Note: I wanted to write for Nikki again, so we're writing a nikki angst. Enjoy and remember that my ask box is open for requests! <3 ;) Also this obviously isn't going to be the exact story of the '87 overdose, but it's kinda close.
Warnings: Cussing, hard drugs, crying, over all sadness, with fluff at the end. If these things trigger you, please don't read it :)
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It was late one night, you were with one of your best friends, and crush, Nikki, along with Steve adler, Slash and his girlfriend. You were all drunk, and high. You were sitting on the couch laughing with Slash's girlfriend, While Nikki and Steve were on the floor doing coke. Slash was passed out on another couch.
You zoned out, watching Nikki's face move and contort. You hated to admit it, but Nikki looked totally hot doing coke, even though you knew it was bad. Nikki looked at you and smiled. You blushed and looked back at Slash's girlfriend.
"Hey guys, I'm gonna go outside for a smoke, I'll be back," I got upp off of the couch and stumbled out of the hotel door.
What you didn't know was that, having a smoke in that moment was a horrible idea, the worst ever. You would go on to regret ever leaving that hotel room. Unaware, you continued through the hotel lobby, and on to the cold night. You looked at the sky, immediately the moon reminded you of Nikki.
You often stared up at the sky, imagining living in one of those distant galaxies, with Nikki. He was had such an alien-istic outlook on life, you had never someone who had such wild opinions, but that's what made him interesting. As teens, you and Nikki would sit for hours outside, talking about life, and the moral out codes of being a rockstar, or what you wanted to do with your life. Beyond the musical aspect of life you both shared, you were much alike, sharing many qualities, but also none at all.
You had once again zoned out, the smoke from your cigarette wisting away along with your conscious. You heard sirens, not thinking a thought of it. You looked across the street at the corner store, deciding to grab some more beers. You quickly ran across the street pulling out your wallet. Lines and lines of beers were stacked up on the back wall. You took your pick and payed for it. Walking out the store and seeing an ambulance, as well as seeing Nikki.
You dropped the beer and ran into the street, not even looking if there were any cars. You ran up to Steve, who was standing with his hands on his head.
"What the hell happened?" You yelled. ""What the hell happened?" You yelled.
"He overdosed on heroin." Steve said, sounding extremely scared.
"YOU LET HIM DO FUCKING HEROIN?" I screamed at him, throwing my hands up in the air.
Any last bit of my high was gone, I was completely sobered up. Tears threatened to spill as looked behind me at the white sheet on the gurney. They pulled him into the ambulance.
"Will anyone be coming with him?" The paramedic asked quickly.
"Take my car," I threw my keys at Steve.
I jumped in the the back of the ambulance. The doors closing behind me. I looked at Nikki, who's face was completely relaxed. You sat next to him, the paramedics stood next to the wall of medical things. They were trying everything, shocking him, CPR, anything they though would work. You grabbed his cold hand, and held it in yours. The paramedics yelled at each other. I sat silently.
"Nikki I love you," I whispered. "You can't leave me now."
I knew he didn't hear me, I didn't care. He was far off in a coma, his body threatening cardiac arrest. I moved my hands to my lap, still staring at his face. It was flushed, and almost lifeless. You felt sick, like you were going to puke. The paramedics grabbed the large gurney, and pulled him out of the large truck.
"Stay in the lobby ma'am," The male paramedic said, holding his hand out to help me down.
I quickly walked behind them into the long hospital hallways before I watched them wheel his body away, I trembled, my legs felt like Jello. I walked to a seat, sitting there quietly. The thought of him shooting up replayed through my brain, a deafening ringing was in my ears, but there was no sound. It was an empty waiting room, despite it being a Friday night.
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You were overwhelmed and anxious, as anyone would be. Sitting in the waiting room, you felt as though your eyes were as dry as a desert, your throat was stinging, as though you had just been screaming for hours on end. You felt a tap on your shoulder, it was Nikki. You looked over, his face staring straight at yours. You screeched before getting up and stumbling back away from him. He had maggots, and other bugs crawling through holes on his lifeless face. Parts of flesh were missing from his body, he looked like he had been dead for years. You stumbled back into another person, turning around, and screaming again, your eyes veered at Nikki, who was standing in front of you. You looked around, all of the seats had been filled with the image of Nikki's cold lifeless body. You ran down the hall in terror, before stopping at a cross way.
He was every where, suddenly, a young Nikki was in front of you. Staring you down like a hawk. His tiny hands wrapped around your throat, screeching at you.
"why did you let this happen to me?!?!?!"
You couldn't breath, not a single bit
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The tap on your shoulder had woken you up, it was a doctor.
"Are you with the man who had overdosed?" She asked politely.
I looked around confused, I was sitting in the same seat I was before, but this time, the seats around you were filled up with different people, all kinds.
"Y-yes," I stuttered. "Oh god, is he okay?"
"Do you want to see him?" She asked, her hand on my shoulder.
"Yes please," I got up and she walked me to the room he was in.
I looked at him and immediately ran up to him, his eyes looked at me, smiling. I wrapped my arms around him gently, as he was probably feeling horrible. The doctor walked out, shutting the door.
"Nikki you're a fucking idiot!" I said, looking at him. "If you do heroin ever fucking again, I'll kill you myself you fucker."
He laughed before coughing a bit.
"It'll take more than that to kill me, babe," He smiled, still looking a bit pale.
Your hand caressed his face.
"God I'm so happy you're alive." I hugged him again.
"Yeah yeah," His arm slightly raised, he groaned from pain.
"Don't you dare move until they tell you you can," I look at him."
He rebelled, grabbing my hand, and looking me in the eyes, i blushed slightly.
"I heard what you said." He said quietly.
"Oh?" I looked down embarrassed. "I didn't think you would, uhm, I thought you were gone.."
"I love you too, Y/n," He smiled. "Always have, and always will."
"I think you need some sleep hun," I laughed, chopping up what he had said to him just being disoriented.
"I mean it." He tugged your hand lightly. "I love you"
My breath caught in my throat. I leaned down and kissed him, my lips fit perfectly against his. He kissed back immediately. I pulled up a chair after kissing him and sat down, and after 1 million years, Steve, slash and his girlfriend all show up. They walked in, thanking god that Nikki was alive. Steve started to profusely apologize, Nikki told him it was okay, and that he wasn't mad. I was just happy he was okay, and that I finally had him.
And I could finally take care of him the way he deserved to be.
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sailorblossoms · 2 years
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I woke up this morning with this fic in mind: a non-explicit yet angsty look at how bad Simon and Agatha's first time was for both of them, from her POV. I don't ever want to explore this from Simon's POV tbh (too much!) and Agatha's voice comes easier to me (as someone who remembers being a depressed, emotionally-detached teenage jerk too lol). I want to share it here because it's short, and I don't super like the idea of this being my only published fic in ao3 for this fandom.
I do have a snowbaz AU fic "in the works" (very loosely based on the princess bride, with Baz as princess buttercup, Lamb as the Evil King who wants to marry him while planning a little murder, Simon as the hero, Agatha as a shapeshifting leopard, Penny has a crystal ball, and Shepard is just very excited to be here). I'm not planning this to be particularly long, but I'm also not sure I'll finish it, to be honest. The first paragraph is practically the same as the introduction in the movie, and it deviates more strongly from there.
Baz was raised by a wealthy family in the strangely gothic Pitch Manor. His favorite pastimes were reading and tormenting the golden boy who worked in the local bakery. His name was Simon, but he never called him that. Nothing gave Baz as much pleasure as ordering Simon around, purposely stalling–he often changed his mind just when Simon was about to charge him. Most of all, he enjoyed watching his ordinary blue eyes flash while his annoyance colored his lovely, freckled cheeks.
Anyway, fic under the cut
My thighs are burning. I choose to focus on that, instead of everything else. It’s the most familiar discomfort right now–years of horse riding has made me no stranger to soreness in my legs, in my lower back, in my hips. It’s normal for the body to hurt, when you put it through something it’s completely unused to. I’ve heard that with guitar players, their fingers really hurt when they just get started. But they push through the pain, they keep practicing until it doesn't hurt anymore. Until the skin in their fingertips hardens, until playing becomes so much easier. I think they might have that in common with violin players, or to anyone who plays a string instrument. It hurts, but when they play, the sound is so beautiful. I’ve hear that sound in Watford, a sad sound, but soul stirring. Feeling pain is much better than feeling nothing at all, I think. I picture myself riding my horse, pushing through the pain while I get better and better. Until it becomes freer–the wind, the height, the speed making me feel like I’m on top of the world. I love that feeling. It’s a thrill unlike anything else.  
I push through now, through the pain. It’ll get better and better, I say to myself. I keep hoping for that thrill that never comes. I push through, and then I’m wincing, a particularly sharp pain–like being stabbed with a needle–makes me stop for a second. Just a second. I think about moving again, but something is wrong. It’s too silent. How long has it been silent? Is it only silent now? Or has it been silent for a while, my head so far away that I didn’t notice?  
I open my eyes. I look down, and my blood turns cold. He’s pale. He’s very, very pale. His eyes are glassy, the shades of blue like ice. Suddenly I’m reminded of a much younger Simon, scrawny and shaky, coming back from a mission with his body covered in blood. So much blood. I remember fighting really hard against the urge to puke, while my mind keep screaming what the hell?! whose blood is that?! He had a look in his eyes then, one that made me wonder if he’s really here, if he really came back. It took hours for him to look normal again, for him to give us that boyish grin–as if nothing was fucking wrong. He has that look in his eyes again. Like he’s not here at all. I have stopped moving. I get off him, trying to ignore the coldness. He’s not reacting.
“Simon?” I try. I touch his arm, I try to shake him, but he’s not fucking reacting at all. 
Fuck. I really don’t want to touch him again. I thought he was just nervous, who wouldn’t be? I thought I was ready. He said yes when I asked him, but he’s always saying yes, isn’t he? If I asked him to jump through the window, he would fucking jump. I thought I had this. I’ve done my research. It’s all Mindy would take about lately, I thought I had enough tips. I thought I could calm him down, rubbing his arms and kissing his chest. He didn’t really touch me much, but that was fine. I didn’t really want to touch him much either. It was all so mechanical, figuring out how to get it done, but I thought that was fine too. That it was something you tolerate before you can get on to the main event–when you’re supposed to feel all the sparks, when you’re supposed to see the stars or something. 
My eyes are burning. Shit.
I squeeze one of his hands, hard. I’m louder this time, and my voice sounds firm. “Simon” 
Finally, he looks at me. He looks disoriented. It takes a couple of seconds for him to say anything. “Did you– did we–”
“It was fine” I cut him off. I’m not holding his hand anymore. “It’s fine” 
It’s not fucking fine. But I don’t want to tell him that. I don’t want him to feel bad. I don’t want him to shut down again. 
“It was fine” he repeats, unsure. 
“Yeah. It’s ok, first times are like this” Like hell. 
I can’t be here anymore. Suddenly, I need to get as far away from him as humanly possible. I can’t bear to look at him. I explain that I need to pee and take a shower. He understands. As I walk away from him (I have to force myself not to run) I tell him to get some sleep. I don’t look back. 
When I’m in the bathroom, I take off my bra, feeling ridiculous. I’m not sure why I didn’t want to take it off before, why it felt wrong. It’s fine if my boyfriend can see my pussy, but I draw the line at having him look at my bouncing tits? I scoff. Except he wasn’t really looking, wasn’t he. I step under the shower, hoping the scalding water can chase away the coldness in my chest, the pit in my stomach. Suddenly, I’m angry at him. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Doesn’t he like me? Doesn’t he think I’m beautiful? 
He’s always told me that, how pretty I am. Like I’m the queen and he’s my own portable fucking magical mirror, always ready to tell me I’m the fairest in the land. Goddamn it, why am I picturing myself as an evil queen now? This isn’t my fault. I didn’t mean to hurt him. Shit. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Aren’t boys supposed to want this? Isn’t this supposed to be the one thing they all want the most? The thing they can’t stop thinking about, the thing that renders them all stupid? Mindy’s boyfriend was so enthusiastic, she said. She didn’t even had to do much, he took care of her. He made her see stars and all that crap. 
I never looked at Simon and thought that I wanted more. When we kissed, it never felt like it could lead to something else. It never felt like much, really. Pulling away was always so quick, so easy. He has never tried anything with me. Never pushed for me. His touch has never wandered. It has never lingered. All that was fine with me, but he’s still a boy, isn’t he? I’ve gotten tired of the nothingness. I just wanted to see stars. I wanted to feel something, for once.   
Damn it. My pussy hurts. Sex is so overrated–all those movies can suck it. I don’t think I can do this again…    
The next morning, when Simon sees me, he smiles. Like nothing is fucking wrong. I don’t know how he always does it, how he can just go along like absolutely nothing happened, but I don’t want to feel like this anymore. This unwanted. This embarrassed. Like I did something wrong. I was wrong. Feeling nothing is better than this. So I decide to follow his example. I bury these feelings, I push the memory out of my mind. I smile back.
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hozaloza · 2 months
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Ryan Angst Oneshot (TW!! Eating Disorder?, Vomit)
🛑TW- Vomit, eating disorder
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Ryan stared at the food, grimacing at it before he pushed it away. He sighed as he got up from the table, picking up the plate full of food, then throwing it in the trash. His stomach growled, but he felt repulsed by the thought of food. Just thinking about the weight he could gain from it put a knot in his throat. So, he apt to drinking more water, then forced himself to bed.
His stomach pained him all night. He could barely sleep at all. But it was definitely better than getting fatter. 'Can't make fun of my weight now...' he thought, turning to his side. Ryan groaned as he curled up into a ball, holding his stomach. It was so unbearable, so painful... but he wasn't giving up yet. 'Just a few more pounds...' is all that ran through his head, over and over again.
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The next morning, the raven-haired boy got up groggily, rubbing his eyes. He felt completely worn out, but he had to get ready for school. Hesitantly, he got out of his bed, walking to the bathroom. He took a shower, brushed his teeth, got changed, then got his bookbag, walking out the door. 
"Hey Ry-Ry! Woah, you look like a mess! Didn't get any sleep last night?" Thomas asked, clutching his bag strap as he began walking with him. Ryan stayed silent for a moment, thinking up an excuse. 
"Yeah... I was up finishing some homework." He lied. Thomas chuckled, then went on about how he could've just asked him for the answers. Eventually, Jasmine caught up to them.
"What's up idiots! How are my favorite knuckleheads doing??" She asked, wrapping her arms around the both of them. Ryan didn't react much, sighing annoyingly at the annoyance. But he took notice of Thomas's face turning red, chuckling nervously at the loud-mouthed girl. "I brought y'all some snacks, hope you guys enjoy it!" She stated, handing them both donut balls. 
"Yoo! Thank you so much! I love these." Thomas happily said, immediately eating one of his. However, Ryan stared at the small bag, not wanting to eat it. 'I'll gain weight...' he thought. The raven-haired boy handed the bag back to Jasmine, forcing a smile.
"Thanks, but I had a big breakfast." He stated. Jasmine gazed at him for a moment, possibly looking past his lie, but regardless, she shrugged, swinging her bookbag off to shove the donuts into her bag. 
"Alright, if you insist."
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 As the group chatted at lunch, Ryan couldn't help but feel extremely worn out. It was only 4th period, and he was ready to die. His friends kept asking if he was sure he didn't want to eat, and he kept saying he wasn't hungry. But he was, he very was. The pain and growling really gave it away. It had been like this for a week now, and so far he lost 5 pounds. It may have been good for other people, but to Ryan, it was barely anything. How could he only lose 5 pounds? Maybe he had to exercise too...? Yes. That was what he needed. So, when he got home from school, he immediately began working out. His body was weak, but that wasn't stopping him. He had to lose this fat, he had to... 
Another 5 days passed, and he now had lost a total of 13 pounds. Yet his appearance barely changed. He still had stomach fat, and Ryan began to get frustrated with himself. Once while his parents were away, he kept beating himself up, a punishment. 
"You. fucking. fat. bitch!" He yelled, hitting himself with a belt. Ryan screamed, throwing the belt across the room. Panting heavily, he walked back to the bathroom, hovering over the toilet. Ryan began gagging, making an effort to throw up. After 5 minutes, he finally managed to puke something up. He felt nauseous. His body felt tired. His bones were weak, no longer wanting to hold himself up. Ryan slowly got up, walking towards his bed. He immediately fell down on the pillow, softly crying himself to slumber. 
Tired.
He was tired.
He just wanted to eat.
But he couldn't.
Because all food was disgusting. 
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He was disgusting.
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I posted this on Wattpad as well.
Sorry if the eating disorder isn't accurate in this. I'm not very knowledgeable about this topic, that's why I put the question mark next to it)
Also, I'm currently obsessing over Ryan rn, and I have this weird thing where I make my favorites suffer,,, uh.
Hope you liked this angst.
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kitkatwinchester · 10 months
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LET'S F*CKING GO!!
Okay I know that episode had kind of a bad ending with that cliffhanger of Lydia and the Nogitsune vanishing and Stiles's very emotional and worried and guilty facial expression that is gonna haunt me forever, but DUDE!!
THAT WAS F*CKING INCREDIBLE OMG MY HEART IS JUST--
First of all, YES LYDIA!! YES SCOTT!! WAY TO SEE THROUGH THE TRICKS AND GET OUT!!! Lydia obviously had some help from Peter, but she was still able to fight it and find her way out.
Also as an aside, I feel like, no matter what else he may say, Peter really cares a lot of Lydia, and I feel like she cares about Peter too, in some ways, which is why she keeps going to him and calling him for things. I know there's a romantic ship out there, but that kinda bugs me, so I see it as platonic and I'll stick with that. I fully acknowledge that they care, albeit begrudgingly, about each other though.
And then Scott!! I'm so proud of him!! He knew something was off, but he couldn't quite place it, and as much as he loves/loved Allison, I'm so proud of him for being able to look past that and identify that no, that wasn't right, and he needed to get out, and YES SCOTT I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!!
Before we get into the big scene and ending that I'm obviously going to be adding to my "Best Sciles Moments" list, I do want to branch off for a second to acknowledge Kira and Allison (and Chris, honestly, breaking out of the chair and then not killing Derek because he's awesome), being f*cking bad*ss while fighting the werewolves and trying not to truly hurt them I just...
AND CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT THIS SHOT?!
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WHEN I TELL YOU I SCREAMED I MEAN--
WHAT A MOMENT!!
So anyways. Just wanted to acknowledge that.
AND THEN!!!
THE F*CKING ALPHA ROAR!!!
LET'S!!!
F*CKING!!!
GO!!!!
"He's human. But he's still part of the pack, right?" "Yeah. Yeah, of course." "So how do wolves signal their location to the rest of the pack?" "They howl."
YES LYDIA!!
YES SCOTT!!!
LYDIA'S PLAN!!!
SCOTT'S REALIZATION!!!
AND THEN THE BIG OLD TRUE ALPHA HOWL THAT FINALLY GETS STILES'S ATTENTION!!!
AND THEN THE WAY STILES GLARES AT THE NOGITSUNE!!
AND HE DESTROYS THE GAME OF GO!!!
AND THE NOGITSUNE LOSES CONTROL OF ALL THE WEREWOLVES!!
AND HE'S FREE!!
And then it's really emotional and terrifying for a second because they think it didn't work, and everybody's all panicked, and now Scott is wondering what the f*ck Lydia and Peter are talking about, and then in the grossest f*cking way possible, Void Stiles pukes up Real Stiles (but they don't know that yet, but you know what I mean), and everybody's freaking out (and here we love these little subtle moments of Peter putting a protective arm across Lydia's body, and then Peter and Scott diving to grab Real Stiles (before they know it's him) to keep him away from the others and Alan putting his arms around Lydia and Melissa protectively <3) and it's all scary and terrifying and gross.
But then I LOVE that Scott picks up on it. I LOVE that he realizes that something is off, and that the struggling is much more fear than it should be for the Nogitsune, and I love how he considers it, and I love that SCOTT is the one that realizes what actually happened, and then he uncovers his face, and it's STILES, the REAL STILES, and the way he just says "Scott?" with all of this emotion and fear and guilt and relief and Scott just looks at him in utter relief and they both look like they're about to cry and GOD I WISH WE COULD'VE ACTUALLY BEEN ABLE TO ENJOY THAT REUNION BECAUSE IT WAS SO GOOD AND I'M SO GLAD WE GOT HIM OUT!!!
But of course not, because Void had to f*cking run off with Lydia and now we have to deal with that and there's still two episodes left which means this isn't over but STILES IS ALIVE and he's OUT and Scott SAVED HIM and I just....
I'm gonna revel in that, okay??
I'M GONNA REVEL IN THAT!!
And then now we can go save Lydia and kill Void and everyone can be happy and okay and NOTHING ELSE IS GONNA GO WRONG, OKAY?!
NOTHING! (She says not believing a word she says.)
THE IMPORTANT THING IS THAT STILES IS FREE AND NOW WE HAVE MORE OF A CHANCE AND GOOD JOB SCOTT I'M PROUD OF YOU!!
Let's go kill this son of a b*tch.
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(I couldn't find any of the gifs I wanted but this will work because THIS FACE I CANNOT THERE IS SO MUCH EMOTION IN THERE AHHHHH. Anyways. We love you, Dylan. <3)
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guinan was stone cold for this
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Hey my sweet NC girl! Since you allowed me to keep requesting stuff I'll, sure as hell, take you up on that offer right now. Mind you— you don't have to write it if you don't want to, yeah? Okay, so I've been rewatching Love, Rosie last night, bawled my eyes you, jada jada. This just screams for a perfect hometown Drew and Y/N story? Like, them being in love with eachother since they could think, them having moments. Maybe even having that drunk kiss, obviously Y/N not getting pregnant by some random guy but definitely Drew leaving NC to fulfill his dream of being an actor in Hollywood. Y/N staying back because she never thought of herself as someone who could fit in in the Los Angeles lifestyle,— hoping Drew wouldn't find a girl there but the inevitable obviously happened. Y/N tries to distract herself with some guy they both went to college with— you know what I'm getting at, right? No matter how many times Drew finds himself being with a girl that's not her he's always going back to her, in a way. They always find their way back to eachother wether it be a family get together (his and her family are super close because they've been attached at the hip since they were like 3) or some hometown thing, maybe you could incoperate Brooke's graduation or Mack's wedding??? Omg that would be so romantic 🥺 And maybe they actually have their happy ending at the wedding? I hope you even know the movie, otherwise this isn't making much sense. I just know you can do this so well, describe live in NC to a t. Mean Something 10 was amazing, by the way!!! So excited what happens next, love you 💓
okay so you sent me this so naturally i went and watched the movie and can i say I CRIED LIKE A BABY? IT WAS SO GOOD SO THANK YOU FOR THIS REC!!!! also p sure this is one of the longest things i’ve written;-)
Kiss Me
pairing; drew x reader
warnings: language, alcohol, bffs to lovers scenario
seven
The boy next door.
The one who had became so quickly your best friend after your moms bonded over the flowers your mom planted at the mailbox.
Then, the two of you were attached at the hip, lying side by side while doodling, listening to music, running all over the backyard with your hair matted to your foreheads from sweat.
Your parents watched as the two of you climbed trees, fought dragons, and giggled way too hard at the fact one of you was hiccuping to the point you’d puke.
twelve
Middle school was terrifying, and there was nothing more terrifying than middle school boys.
Drew would ask you why you’d hang out with him if all of the other boys were so gross. “Because you’re not like them.” You’d blatantly reply.
The reality was that you were really learning about your emotions, your feelings, all of the things that a pre-teen girl was going through. And with a choppy haircut and all of the scary changes that both of your bodies were going through, you started to like each other… “like-like” you’d write in your diary.
sixteen
Drew pulled up to your house in a beat-up Honda, a squeal eliciting your lips as you trampled down the stairs. “I can’t believe it! You’re driving, by yourself!”
Drew stands tall inside the driver side door, grinning as he taps the top of the faded red roof. “Isn’t she a beaut?” You agree, patting the hood as you slide in the passenger seat. “You’re my first passenger, hold on.”
The two of you had a short lived adventure, leading the two of you to Cook-out and the local Wal-Mart where the two of you shared a tray of food and people watched.
Drew looked over at you as you attempted to suck the milkshake through the straw, complaining about how they were just too thick. He grinned, watching you as you struggled to take the lid off of the cup.
After minutes of struggling, you set down your cup and turn your body to face him. You have a smile on your face. “Okay, I have to tell you.” “Go on.” Drew turns his body towards you. “Grayson… asked me on a date! He invited me to the movies.” You squeal.
Drew feels his heart twist in pain, but quickly puts on a smile. “The-the senior?” “Yeah!” “Don’t you think he’s a little too old? I mean, we are freshmen.” Drew offers. “Oh, don’t get your tighty whiteys in a wad. He’s barely 18!” “And you’re only 15!” “I’m almost 16!”
sixteenth birthday party
Your hair was curled, dress on with heels to make you taller, make up to make you look older. You had every intention - to impress Grayson.
Every thought left your mind when Drew was the first to arrive, present in hand and a smile adorning his face. “Happy birthday, y/n/n! Now you can drive me around.” He wraps you in a hug, and you don’t miss the way the hug lasts a little longer than usual.
He pulls back, taking in your appearance. “You look… wow!” You grin at his reaction. “Do you think Grayson will like it?” You ask. Drew’s face falls. “Uh, yeah. He’d be crazy not to.”
The night passed on with dancing, singing, and more than enough sweets. But there was one thing missing… him.
While you tried to enjoy your night, his lack of his presence didn’t go unnoticed. You kept an eye on the door at all times, making Drew promise that he’d tell you if he slipped in. Drew continued to give a sympathetic smile when you’d make eye contact.
Drew made it his goal to make sure you had a good night by spinning you around in the middle of the living room while your friends danced around you. It seemed with every twirl, you were using it as an excuse to search around the room.
When the night came to an end without so much as a text or call, you finally let yourself cry.
It was supposed to be fun, you were supposed to be having the night of your life, and the one person you dressed up for didn’t even show up.
Drew walked in front the kitchen, after helping clean up the dirty plates and disposable cups, just to find you on the couch with your head buried in your hands.
“He didn’t come.” You struggle to get out. Drew rushes to your side, pulling you into him as you cry into his shoulder. “He’s not worth it, y/n. You deserve better.” He curses Grayson under his breath as he rubs your back. “You deserve so much better.”
prom
Drew watched Olivia from afar as the two of you sat shoulder to shoulder in the library. When you looked up, eyes meeting where his followed, your stomach tied in knots.
Push it away, y/n.
“Dude.” You whisper, bumping his shoulder. “What?” He shakes his head, looking back to you. You force a grin on your face. “I’m sure she can feel a weirdo staring at her.” “Can you blame me?” He asks lowly with a laugh.
You shake your head, leaning over your paper to finish writing your notes. “Why don’t you just ask her to prom?” You say, not looking up. “Because we always said we’d go together.” He reasons.
You sigh. “Leo from English asked me, I turned him down for you, but I’m sure he’s still up for it. Go, don’t miss your chance.” You encourage. “Are you sure?” “Yes, now go.” You laugh as you shove him from the chair, earning a playful flick to your shoulder. “Fine.”
You had to remind Drew several times that he needed a new tie, considering it was going to match yours originally. When Leo picked you up, he hardly complimented you after a few forced pictures.
You gave your tickets to the chaperone running prom, as Leo led you in to all of his friends. Obnoxious and barely giving you the time of day, you stood around, watching others dancing and laughing, regretting your suggestion for Drew to take Olivia.
It hurt even worse when you caught sight of them, dancing like no one was watching closer to the front. You smile sadly, knowing it wasn’t fair for you to be upset, but you couldn’t help the feeling.
Leo grabs your hand, pulling you back into the group before attempting to dance with you. His body comes behind you, grinding behind you to his own beat - you weren’t even sure that the two of you were listening to the same song by how offbeat it was.
“Lookie what I have.” He pulls a flask out of his pocket, showing it off to his friends before passing it around. You take a swig yourself, in hopes that it’ll make the one night you should look forward to in your high school years go faster.
“I’m going to go get some punch.” You say over the music. Leo waves you off as you walk to the table lined with plastic table clothes and scoop some of the punch in the cup.
“Holy shit!” Drew comes towards you. “Look at you! Are you having fun? Where’s your date?” Drew is breathless as he scoops his own drink. You point over to the obnoxious group in the corner. “Where’s Olivia?” “She’s over there.” He points towards her, and it appears she gushing to her friends. You give a small smile. “Glad you’re having fun.”
You’re not sure how much alcohol Leo has consumed or where he’s found it, but you know he’s too far gone and anyone could see that. You roll your eyes at his slurred words.
Your arms are crossed and though you were only tolerating this and were prepared to call your parents for a ride home, the line crossed when his hand moved down to your butt and squeezed. You quickly slide out from his touch, which only results in him getting angrier and more handsy.
“Stop pushing me away.” He grunts, pulling you into him. “No, stop touching me like that.” You protest, attempting to pull him away. His group of friends seem to find entertainment at your struggle and suddenly you’re feeling defeated.
“I said stop!” You yell louder. This still doesn’t gather much attention, but enough for Drew to storm over and grab you from his grasp. “She said stop.” Drew argues, pulling you behind him. “Always coming to her rescue. You won’t be around forever for her, dude. She needs to get a grip.” With a shove to Leo, Drew is pulling you out to the sidewalk.
Olivia follows close behind, and wordlessly stands away from the two of you. “Are you okay?” You ask. “No. I’m just going to call mom to get me.” “No, shh, here.” He shimmies his jacket off, placing it around your shoulders. “I could take you home.” He offers. Guilt swirls in your body when you hear Olivia her throat.
“No, have fun with Olivia.” You assure. “I don’t mind.” He whispers. “I’m fine, Drew. I’ll get a ride home from Nat.” She says, annoyance laced in her voice. “Are you sure?” “Yep.” She walks off, the door to the gymnasium opening to reveal loud music and loud hollering. “Come on, I’m ruining your date.” You whine. “You ruin nothing for me.” Drew mutters, helping you up.
twenty-first
Blind-folded, you walked down what felt like a driveway, hands being held by Drew and your friend, Ana. “Almost there.” Ana says, a grin evident in her voice.
When you climb a few steps, you are ushered into the door and the three of you stop. You feel Drew’s fingers move to work on the tied bandana around your eyes before whipping it off, revealing your friends. Being home from college during your birthday paid off to see everyone you loved together - even your best friends that you’d made on campus.
The night scurried along while you bounced from person to person, thanking them for coming. No one hesitated to slip you another drink, and that’s to say your cup never went empty.
“Thank you for this.” You gushed to Drew who was leaned against the counter, placing more drinks on the counter. “You know I’d do anything for you.” He says with a grin.
You’d had one too many shots and you’d found yourself dragging Drew to the backyard where your friends were lamely dancing around with their alcohol filled systems. You were right there with them. You sang loudly to the music as you swirled around, holding onto Drew’s hand as he moved you back and forth.
You turned around, grinning as Drew pushed your hair from your face. “You’re the best.” With tequila coursing through your veins, you wrap your arm around Drew’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Drew eases into it, the long waited moment of his entirety is actually happening. You bust into a laugh, before grabbing his hand to refill your drinks. While his heart is racing, your mind is boggling the lights, music, and people.
The next morning, you wake with a groan, covering your eyes from the sun. “Shit.” You mutter. You slowly place your legs over your friends bed, who must’ve taken downstairs after the party with the rest of the stragglers.
With the sun blazing into your eyes, you almost stepped on Drew who was passed out with a tiny blanket barely covering his body. You grin as you topple down with him, causing him to quickly wake, eyes filled with sleep. “Y/n? You okay?”
“Barely.” You mutter. “Do you need ibuprofen? Water? I can go find some.” “Shhh, no. I just need to rest. I can’t remember a thing from last night.”
Drew’s heart turns in his chest. “Nothing?” He whispers. “Just getting severely fucked up. That’s it.”
moving away
You swallowed hard, attempting to hold back the tears that were welling up as Drew loaded his final bag into the car. You didn’t want him to see you cry, but you still had the drive to the airport and sending him off.
You walked away for a moment to gather yourself, being reminded that this would be the first time you’d been away from each other. Since you were young, the two of you had been inseparable, all the way into college years when you both got accepted into the same university.
Using the tips of your fingers to catch the tears before they started their travel down your face, you turned around at the words, “I’m ready.” You were, in fact, not ready though.
As you got in the car with Drew, his parents driving behind you, he took a moment before starting the car. “I told you, you could always come and we could get an apartment together or,” but that wouldn’t work. That wasn’t your life.
“Drew.” You say calmly. He gives a sad smile. “I know.” “It’s just not my life out there. This is your life. And I’m proud of you, so damn proud of you.” You give his hand a squeeze.
The airport was typically one of your favorite places. It built the excitement of preparing to travel, getting there early to binge on junk, read a book, and buy a coffee or two. But today, it was your least favorite place.
As you all walked into the sliding doors of the airport, you were greeted by the hustle and bustle of those trying to make it through TSA, get outside, or saying goodbye to their loved ones. That was the hardest part - saying goodbye.
You waited patiently as Drew triple checked his flight details and went down the line to say goodbye to his family. They branched away from the two of you as Drew stopped, dropping his bags to fulfill the hug he’d been dying for.
“Promise me you’ll visit?” He whispers, his lips right in your ear. “I promise.” “Just say the word and we can arrange something.” You grin through already free falling tears. “Okay, Starkey.” “I’ll miss you.” “I’ll miss you more.” His arms linger around you, his heart growing more and more sad.
“You gotta flight to catch, Carolina Boy. Go show LA what you’re made of.” You pat his back, but the several kisses he leaves on your temple doesn’t go unnoticed.
the first video call
“… and I’ve met so many amazing people. You would freaking love them.” Drew gushes over the pixelated screen. “I’m sure they’re great.” You grin, situating yourself on the bed to lay forward.
“I miss you, you know?” Drew says with a sigh. “I know, I know. I miss you too. But, it sounds like you’re making some great friends.” Drew attempts to perk up at your words, taking in your appearance through the screen. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“LA looks good on you.” You compliment his fresh tan, the way his hair has lightened slightly, and the way his blue eyes are complimented. “NC still looks good on you, but I think you should come give LA a shot.” “Never gonna happen.” Drew’s heart falls.
getting over her
Drew knew this was where he was supposed to be… right?
The lights flashed throughout the club, his friends teetering on tipsy to almost gone. Only having nursed two beers, he was content with the level of “let-loose” he was.
Ciara, a close colleague from a recent short film made her way into the seat next to him. “I’m thinking I need to get out of her.” She says, breathlessly. A grin adorns her face as she looks up at Drew.
Drew tries to look at his friend differently, tight ringlets, big brown eyes. She was beautiful, no doubt, but she wasn’t you. But - no matter what, it wouldn’t work. It hadn’t yet. So why would it now?
Drew takes his shot. “Yeah, me too. Let’s get out of here.”
meet Ciara
“I have someone I want you to meet.” Drew coos over the phone.
The last time you’d talk to him was over a week ago, not very like the two of you, but you both were busy.
“Okay.” You say, sitting up in your chair at your desk as you push strands of your hair back. “This is Ciara.” Drew looks nervous yet happy as he pans the camera to the woman next to him.
Beautiful didn’t even begin to describe her. She was gorgeous, beyond that. “Hi, y/n! Drew’s told me so much about you.” Maybe she’s just a friend. Hell, y/n, get yourself together. The two of you could never work. Let him be happy.
“She’s uh, my girlfriend.” Drew says to you, as Ciara cuddles into him. “That’s… awesome!” You push out. “I can’t wait to meet you. You are coming to visit soon, right?” Ciara gushes. “Uh, yeah! Not sure yet, but soon.” You nod.
getting over him
You sat across Ethan at the local Italian restaurant, hunched over plates in low light, sipping red wine. Legs are crossed and your laugh carries between the two of you as you reminisce on short-lived college days, and you’re wondering, why hadn’t we done this sooner?
Ethan is bold, reaching out to grab your hand as you talk. You smile down at your hands. “I’m glad we did this.” He breathes out, leaning back against the black leather, still holding onto your hand.
“Me too.”
visits
Visits between you and Drew became strained as the two of you became more busy. You were both in relationships, busy with careers, you with family affairs.
But then the holidays came faster than you’d anticipated and though your families always had a Christmas dinner together, you found yourself more nervous. This would be the first time the two of you met each other’s significant others, considering the times you’d visited him, Ciara would just so happen be out of town and mention of her was quickly dissipated between the two of you, and the weekends he’d fly to NC, Ethan would be working - though he know him from college.
Drew wasn’t necessarily fond of Ethan, knowing the reputation he’d had in college. Drew saw the way he was at parties, the way he carried himself, and the way he treated girls, and he could only hope that it would be different for you. You deserved it, even if it wasn’t him.
You straighten your red velvet dress, running down the stairs at the ring of the doorbell. Seeing Ethan only seemed to heighten your anxiety, the thought that Drew would be here in mere moments with the girl he’d happened to fall for.
“Hi Ethan.” Your mom says, smiling as he greets her with a hug. Ethan had become the true epitome of what your mom hoped you’d end up with - a man with career, dreams, a family man, all of the above. He checked everything off her list, but you were second guessing if he checked everything off you’re own.
The walk over to the neighbors seemed way too quick. Your parents knock on the door as Judi answers and ushers you in. She’s quick to grasp you in a hug, patting Ethan’s shoulder, as she lets you get in. “Gorgeous as always.” She grins.
Logan, Brooke and Mack greet you, always excited to see you at their door. Since their brother left, you had found yourself hanging out with them more to get coffee when Brooke or Logan was home and the most recent engagement party and excitement for Mackayla.
Last, but not least, Drew and Ciara appear from around the doorway, a grin hanging on Drew’s face. His arms circle around you in seconds, whispering an excited hello. “I missed you.” He whispers. As he pulls away, he holds his hand out to shake Ethan’s, a bored look on Ethan’s face as he grasps his hand. “Ethan.” “Drew.”
You watch as the night unfolds in awkward silences, looks between your parents, and the way Ciara has undoubtedly made it known that she doesn’t care what she says. “You would think Drew is in love with y/n with how much he talks about her.” She throws in as your parents attempt to reminisce on embarrassing stories about the two of you, that they thought would make them laugh.
Your parents share an awkward laugh as you push a smile and excuse yourself to the bathroom.
his heartbreak
The other end of the phone goes silent. “You okay?” You ask, staring up at the ceiling with your arm slung over your stomach. You hear Drew clear his throat. “Yeah, uh, she left.” “What do you mean?” “Decided we weren’t it for each other.” “I’m so sorry.” “It’s okay, I’m okay. So how are you?”
your heartbreak
“Sorry, babe. Gotta work late.” Ethan says on the other line. “I could swing by and drop dinner off.” “No, no. That’s okay. I don’t want to inconvenience you.” He says. “I can bring Chineeeese, your favorite.” You sing-song. “No, babe. I just don’t want you to feel like you have to.” “Okay, fine. I’m gonna jump off here and go find something to eat.” “Okay, talk to you later.” “I love you.” “You too.” You too.
You scroll through your phone, nothing looking very appealing. You decide to surprise Ethan, knowing how hard he seemed to be working late with all of his late nights. You order from the local Chinese restaurant, and go to pick it up to drop it off.
As you pull up to his work, you notice something. There’s not a soul there. And his car definitely isn’t there. Your heart begins to race as you find the gas and gun it to his house.
You see it. You see her. And her car.
You feel sick as you pull into the driveway, the crunch causing Ethan to turn his head. “Oh shit.” You see him mouth. He runs to your car. “It’s-it’s not what it looks like.” “No, we’re done.”
the right time
The string lights create the perfect ambiance through the venue, the way the night sky so perfectly lets the lights have their moment.
You cried as you watched Mackayla walk down the aisle, traces of white symbolizing the love between her and her now husband.
“I never had to question if you loved me.” Mack says. Your heart stops at those words, and you’re not sure if it’s the pregame shot she offered you earlier, the indulgence of love, or the fact you and Drew simultaneously made eye contact at those words.
The reception was quick to start with toasts and excitement. Drew finds a seat next to you, sidling close as he sets a drink in front of you. “I figured I’d grab you one.” “You figured right.” You say with a smile. “I can’t believe this day is finally here.” Drew looks around, watching the way everyone is so effortlessly joining their own conversations, showering the couple in love.
“Me neither. Time flew by.” You say. “It’s funny, I always thought it’d be me first.” “Really?” You look shocked, well aware of his lifestyle. “Well, I guess I just had these plans.” “With Ciara?” You whisper. Drew clears his throat. “No, actually.” You look puzzled as he keeps his gaze straight.
“My favorite people!” Mack says, wrapping her arms around the two of you. You’re sure Logan and Brooke have been coaching her to drink this evening. “You’re a wife!” You stand up the wrap her in a hug. “This could be you one day.” Mackayla says, drunkenly wiggling a finger in your face. “I need a man first.” You joke, catching glimpse of Drew’s eyes widening. “Come on, come dance. You promised you’d dance at my wedding, Drewseph.” “Yeah, yeah.” He says, hugging his sister as the three of you join the dance floor.
Mack holds both yours and Drew’s hands as the three of you turn to the music. Drew holds up his arms as both of you spin, laughter spewing from the three of you. Drew notices the way Mack’s hands drop from his as the next song comes on. “I’m going to go find my husband. Here you go.” She joins the two of you together before patting your hands and walking away. “May I have this dance?” Drew asks, a smile tugging his lips. “I suppose.” “Guess I’m getting that dance I never got at prom.” Drew remarks. Your mouth drops. “You’re the one that wanted to take Olivia!” You argue, a grin appearing.
“Just dance with me.” Drew says.
Well, life is ever changing but I
Can always find a constant and comfort in your love
With your heart my soul is bound
And as we dance I surely know that
Some kinda of heaven will be found
“Whatcha thinking about?” You look up to see Drew’s eyes fixated on you. “Just thinking about life. You know, I just wonder what it’d be like if you remembered your twenty-first birthday.” “Okay, that is the most random thing you’ve ever said.” You said, pulling back. “It doesn’t matter, it’s a secret I’ll never tell.” “You tell me all your secrets.” “Not that one.” “I’ll get it out of you.” You say, moving your hand to poke his chest.
“Do you ever feel like we’re looking for the right person in the wrong people?” “What do you mean?” “Like, you know exactly who you want but it seems so out of reach. But it’s not. At least you hope not.” Your heart flutters. “I know exactly what you’re saying.” You reply. “It may sound stupid, I don’t know.” “Not at all.” You say, rubbing his arm.
“We kissed.” “What?” “Your twenty-first birthday. We kissed. But you were so far gone and don’t remember it.” Drew whispers. “Holy shit, why didn’t you tell me?” “Because I thought you lied, because you didn’t want anything to change. Because you’re my best friend. My constant. I was terrified.”
Your mouth drops. “Drew Starkey. I have went years without knowing this.” “Well duh, why would I tell you?” “Because maybe it would’ve saved us from some heartache.” “What do you mean?” Drew asks, cheeks hurting. “Because it’s always been you. I always look for you in everyone I meet.” “And no one could ever be you. I, just, you’re you and, and…” “Kiss me.” “What?” “Kiss me. We deserve to have it.”
Drew’s heart is racing. His hands move from your waist, cupping both of your cheeks as he pours himself into this kiss. He’s slow, gentle, sets you on fire. Every year and moment poured into this kiss - a first real kiss between the two of you.
“I’ve waited too long for that.” Drew pulls back breathlessly. “You’re telling me.”
“Did I just see what I think I saw? Am I dreaming?” Brooke stands by with her mouth dropped. Drew grins before placing a hooked finger under your chin, pressing his lips to yours again. “I’d like to do this forever.” He whispers.
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Back to You | 14
Summary: He broke your heart, but you’d always love him. Two souls that not even the universe could tear apart, even if you wanted it to at times.
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader x Timothee Chalamet
A/N: Yay I updated! I hope you guys like this one, I was stuck for a bit there but once I sat down and got to typing, I really finished it in one sitting. I was just planning on updating it bit by bit lol. Let me know what you guys think, Love you!!!!!!
Word count: 2,591
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In a few short months of your movie premier with Timothee, you were finally able to release your double-release album, and the response was massive, to say the least. You'd been getting calls from different show hosts' upcoming awarding ceremonies. Still, you couldn't for life in you accept, all except for the Oscars, which your manager told you was a must since you'd be attending in the first place anyway and that performing at the Oscars was a big deal given that you also starred in films and shows.
You turned in bed, facing Timothee's sleeping face. He had been in town for a week now, back on a break from filming in Hungary. Then he'd be back to film in England in a couple of weeks. After your talk on your premiere night, it was to an agreement that whatever you had going on was just two people exploring and experiencing things with someone they had strong feelings for. There wasn't a need for a media circus to cover anything about you two except your movie.
You move his arm, placed it over your waist, and sit up slowly in bed, making sure not to stir Timothee. The jetlag must be shit. You stretched your arms in front of you, glancing at the clock that read 2:07 AM. You get up, grabbing Timothee's white shirt from the floor, and, putting it on, walking over to the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror, touching some of the reddening parts of your neck courtesy of Timothee, and then you notice the toothbrushes… there were two. From this single thing alone, it had you catching everything about the bathroom, how there were two towels, one black, and one violet, which just so happened to be your favorite color.
You walked over to the nightstand beside the bed, putting on your skinny jeans, turning on the lamp, and noticing his wallet. Inside was a picture of you. Opening the closet doors, the ones hung up were various suits, jackets, and even dresses you've worn to events. Why didn't he just send these back? Why would he let you keep your stuff in his house?
You drag your feet downstairs, noticing small details you'd been blind to before, like the large dog bed positioned by the door despite Timothee telling you he could only ever get himself to take care of a tiny dog. You noticed the colored mugs and bowls, a deep dull navy blue color, the same as the ones in your house. Suddenly, everything feels as if it's moving too fast. You both agreed there was no relationship, and there was attraction, but why does his home feel like it's become yours as well?
You sit down, taking a few deep breaths before deciding to stand up and grab your cardigan from the coathanger, opening the front door and closing it behind you as you waited for a taxi to bring you to the more active part of the city at night.
You just couldn't deal with a relationship right now. You couldn't let your heart get broken again, so you have to find ways to distract yourself.
The car stops in front of you, driving off into the night and dropping you off by a club that Troye agreed to meet you at.
You and Timothee had an attraction, but you both agreed there was no label; ergo, there was no intimate relationship even though you both have done everything together. No boyfriend means you were free to do whatever you wanted without worrying about him. But if you were honest with yourself, this was more of you suggesting something you already knew Timothee wasn't too keen on agreeing with but would just because he thought that having something with you was better than absolutely nothing. You saw Troye waiting out by the back entrance for you when he spotted you and called you over. Almost like clockwork, every time you snuck out away from Timothee, everything in you screamed to turn back, to clear your head, and for the first time, you listened.
You motioned for Troye to go ahead and sent him a text that you'd probably just head home because you weren't feeling well. He gave you a knowing look before looking like he finally approved of your actions and sent you a quick and short 'Good." text, and headed inside.
You walked around for a while after that. Soon it was already just about 5 in the morning, and even though you wouldn't let yourself come to any conclusion as to what you even wanted out of this almost relationship with Timothee, you still found yourself back at his front door.
You took out the keys in your pocket, slowly opening the door only to find Timothee sat on the couch, his knees up to his chest as he stared off into space, either deep in thought or trying to keep himself awake… maybe even both.
When he saw you enter, a soft smile formed on his face, and for some reason, that made you smile too.
"Hey, you." He spoke softly.
You sat down quietly next to him, instantly he set his feet on the ground and reached over to embrace you in a hug, the familiar scent of Timothee that never left you that evening even more evident… It felt and smelled familiar, and right now, while your mind was a mess, familiarity was what you needed.
Timothee lifted his head, worried, "Hey, are you alright?"
You sighed, "I don't want to hurt you."
He murmured quietly into your neck as he peppered kisses, "You could never."
You pulled away, feeling guilt in your bones, "Aren't you even a little bit frustrated that we've been like this for months? That even in private, we can't even say that we're in a relationship?"
You gave you a reassuring look, "We both wanted this Y/N."
You sat up, "Except we didn't… You didn't." You corrected yourself, "You're bringing your mother to the fucking Oscars next month because I told you we couldn't be seen together at carpets for Pete's sake."
You stood up, starting to pace back and forth, "We have to coordinate outfits for the sake of not matching, and we never go out because I can't be seen with you in fear that we're going to get found out. I'm a terrible fucking person, and I don't understand how you're so okay with this."
Timothee was grinning, sleep still in his eyes, "I'm okay with it because I love you, Y/N."
You froze in your spot, "You what?"
He nodded and got up, walking over to you. The blue light of the early morning peaking through the curtain made this moment feel and look ethereal, "I said I love you, Y/N. I've known that I loved you from the moment I met you." He kissed the top of your head as he embraced you.
You shook your head, "No, no, no, you don't. I'll even list more shit I've done to you just so you understand how and why you don't love me."
Timothee chuckled, "And yet despite all this... all that's registering in my head is the fact that you've been thinking of me and only me this whole time. You've been worried about how you're hurting me because you don't want to."
And that's when you realized that Timothee was right. This whole time you've been thinking of Timothee and how much you wanted to protect him from you, but he never wanted to be protected from you because he knew that you could never hurt him. You rested your forehead against his.
"I-I need to go. I need to think."
He smiled sadly, "I'll be here when you're ready. I'll always be here Y/N until you don't want me to be here anymore."
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You sat in your house, since leaving Timothee's earlier, you had been sat there lost in thought as you argued with yourself. It was true, the last thing you wanted was to hurt Timothee, but you were confused because it's like you couldn't understand your feelings. After all, a particular person still held a large part of it in his hands.
Timothee was there for you. Late night at the recording studio, whether through being there physically or even calling you or skyping you, he was always there. He was there with you when you bought all your albums from Target, and he was also the one who insisted you find another target that hasn't sold out your CDs so he could buy all of them too. Timothee was there with you when you had interviews that you almost felt like you could puke from nervousness backstage as he watched you talk about another celebrity you were getting linked to, and he was there with you to giggle about how stupid talk shows were. Timothee was always there. Whether it was dancing, kissing, or even fighting in the rain, he was always with you. He always wanted you around. Even when you rode the subway to get to a press conference of his or a promo for his upcoming movie, he always wanted you with him. He'd run with you in the rain, and he'd kiss away the sadness when you didn't want to speak with him. He was there with you when you get the sudden urge to buy all the popsicles from the nearest whole foods, and he was there with you when you got sick with the flu, which he also got from you. You'd spend afternoons walking around a far-off hill as you two put flowers in your hair despite knowing that you two probably had your busy schedules. Nothing mattered when you were with Timothee. Nothing mattered except each other. A part of you felt hurt that these memories you had kept of you and Tom were slowly being replaced by everything Timothee, but a large part of you also knew that the person you have now had no doubt that you couldn't ignore your feelings. You couldn't have to take Timothee out of your life.
Making up your mind, you got up, got dressed, and left for where you were sure you would find Tom.
He was in the middle of filming a new movie, but the second he saw you, he immediately asked to stop filming, a familiar, loving face plastered on as he walked over to you before being stopped by the director. They looked to be having a bit of a disagreement before he pointed you out, and the director looked at you in realization, patting him on the back and allowing him to jog over to you.
"Hey." You paused, your hand grasping your arm, and Tom took notice right away.
His eyebrows furrowed, "Hey, what's wrong?" He pulls you to sit by the curb as you two sat side by side, "You only do that when you're having a hard time saying something."
You gave him a look, "Well… I came here to ask you if it was alright if I try things out with Timothee."
He looked taken aback, "Oh, well, honestly, I thought you came by to sort things out between us…." He took notice of the way you looked down in guilt, "I don't think you could do anything with another guy that wouldn't upset me… but I don't really get that prerogative anymore, Y/N." He sighed, wrapping an arm around you to comfort you, "The fact is, you're trying to grow into who you've always wanted to be, and I'm trying to do that too for the sake of us and what we could be. If that means that you need or want to date someone again, I'll fully support you, but the most important thing is, does he make you happy?"
You sighed, looking out onto the filming lot, and nodded slowly, not noticing the slight upset look on Tom's face, "I catch myself sometimes smiling to myself when I think of him… But it's like I can't do anything because I don't want to let go of what we had."
Tom took a gulp, deciding that what was important right now was you, more than what he wanted, "What we had and what we were isn't important anymore Y/N. I'm working towards what we could become. What we had was co-dependency and a constant need to be in each other's presence to prove that what we had was perfect. I want us to find each other again in the future and know that no matter how far apart we are, if hopefully, we get together again, there is nobody in this world we'll love more… and that's what I'm encouraging you to do. I want to grow with you and grow for each other, and if that means you dating other people to understand yourself more, then I support you."
You looked at Tom for a second before hugging him and pecking him on the cheek, "I really needed that, Tom. Thank you."
He hugged you tighter, "Anytime. I'll always be here for you, Y/N."
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You gripped your seat in the car in pure nerves. You were on your way to the Oscars with your assistant constantly telling you about your performance and what not to mess up and things to remember, especially about reporters who wanted an interview with you. To say you were all nerves today was an understatement. You hadn't spoken to Timothee ever since you told him you needed time to think, so today would be the first time you would ever come face to face with him. You thought long and hard about everything between the two of you. Still, you think you're finally ready to actually put some time and effort into this… and if that meant doing things that would significantly make Timothee happy, then you'd do it.
Your assistant watched a live feed from the Oscars as she gave you updates on how Armie was on the carpet. Saoirse was on the carpet, talking about how she hoped to make a movie with you and various other stars. You were a few minutes away from the carpet when she spoke up again.
"Timothee has just arrived." then she looked at her phone and back at you, doing a double-take as you gave her a sheepish smile, all she could do was smile approvingly at you before going back to giving you live updates.
A few minutes later, and your heart didn't feel like it was going to slow down anytime soon as your assistant gave you a pep talk, "Y/N. You are gonna rock that carpet, you'll turn heads, and most importantly, you're gonna be the talk of the night. There is nothing that could go wrong tonight. Just take deep breaths and don't trip."
Luckily you were still coherent enough to understand what she said as you took deep breaths to calm your nerves.
"Alright, three… two… one." The door flew open as one of the large men in suits grabbed your hand and helped you out. Your dress was not providing you much flexibility to move, and for almost 15 seconds, it felt like everything was moving in slow motion as everyone was quiet. You found Timothee busy with an interview as the crowd looked from you to him, the topic on everyone's minds for the past few months. As if this were the only proof they needed, they held their cameras in their hands as they snapped pictures of you and a commotion started as they started asking for Timothee.
You think you gave them a quick, charming grin as you told them he was in an interview before walking towards the interviewer and Timothee. She was the first to notice while Timothee talked about how his mom stood him up as his Oscars date, something you arranged a week earlier and something Timothee's mom was more than happy to comply to.
The interviewer looks ecstatic as the only one and the first one on this carpet to get whatever the scoop was here, as she wasted no time when you slowly approached them, "Timothee! You said you were stood up, but you never told us that your backup would be late!"
Timothee shot her a confused look before he felt your arm slowly snake around his arm, "Sorry I'm late." You quickly whispered to him.
His face looked shocked. Almost as if a reflex, he almost pulled away from you before getting a good look at what you were wearing. His jaw looked like it would drop to the floor as he looked utterly awestruck.
The interviewer giggled nervously, already knowing her interview time was slowly coming to an end without any payoff to the two of you, "Timothee, you look to be speechless at Y/N's dress tonight." She looked at you hopefully, "Could everyone here assume this is date night?"
You smiled shyly at the lady before giving her a tiny curt nod, "I know it's a bit cliche to match outfits, but when I saw that Timothee was going to wear a harness, I just couldn't let him take all the attention for tonight, so I apologize, but I've kept this secret from him too just to make sure he doesn't do anything to take the spotlight, that's why he looks like he's just had a heart attack." you giggled.
He gave a quick, playful tilted look to you before blinking multiple times, "In my defense, I didn't even know that this was a harness... They told me this was a bib."
"Bib or not, you two look like the sexiest couple on the carpet, and I just so happen to be the luckiest interviewer tonight." The interviewer looked ecstatic as can be as she jumps up, more energetic to interview the two of you, "And well, Y/N, one look at you, and it's hard to believe anyone would still have the ability to speak. You look gorgeous." She winked at the camera, "But I can't help but notice you just confirmed this is date night… Is it safe to assume what everyone has been wondering for the past few months? That you two are dating?"
Somehow, Timothee finally snaps out of it and looks at you, a questioning look before you leaned over and spoke into the mic, "Yeah. We're together. We have been for a while now." You smiled sheepishly as you saw Timothee's face glow as he wrapped his arm around your waist, "I apologize for keeping quiet for so long, but we think it's the right time to go public now that we've decided to take things to a more serious level."
The interviewer waves a hand in the air, "As long as you two let us in on the secret, there's no problem there." She faced the camera, "You heard it here first, folks. Hollywood's newest and hottest up and coming power couple. From both Y/N and Timothee themselves, now going public with their relationship."
As you two walked away from the interviewer for more pictures, Timothee embraced you, uncaring of the cameras flashing in your faces, "Are you serious?"
You nodded slowly, "I'm ready to be with you completely, Timothee. I'm sorry I took so long."
He shook his head like a puppy, "As long as you're here with me now, Y/N, I don't care."
He pulled away at the sound of your name and his in the same sentence as the photographers asked for your attention. He quickly kisses you on the cheek as you shut your eyes and grinned, cameras going off and commotion started up at you two, the young hot couple everyone had wanted more details on.
Timothee clutched your waist tightly, almost like he was afraid that if he let go, this would all go back to how everything was before.
Before entering the venue, he pulled you to the side, "Are you sure about this? I don't want you to force yourself."
You shook your head, guiding his head to yours, "I think I'm in love with you too, Timothee. I'm all in with you." And then you kissed him.
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lepusrufus · 3 years
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Double edged scalpel ch.6
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Summary: It's backstory time!
Mandatory warning since this is not a usual thing on my blog so I think a separate warning would be useful, there will be talk of past abuse and alcohol abuse.
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"Wakey wakey," came the gruff voice from just outside her bedroom door.
It was slightly muffled but more than enough to make her jolt awake, muscle memory taking over the remnants of sleep. She only had one minute to be out the door. It was more than enough though, her routine perfected over years. Get out of bed. Put socks on. Get shoes. Grab the duffel bag. She slept dressed anyways, ready to go at any time.
Or not?
Where were her clothes?
Nevermind that she had time to put something on. Just grab a shirt and pants from the dresser.
Hurried steps took her over the plush carpet. Wasn't it supposed to be a solid grey? Had her mother swapped it for one of their fancier rugs?
That didn't matter right now. Clothes. She needed clothes. When she got to her dresser she stood there, frowning at the bookshelf that now took its place. She didn't even remember acquiring the tomes in front of her, most of them old and with unfamiliar trinkets surrounding them. That's not how her bedroom was arranged. Why wasn't anything in its place? Was Alex playing a prank on her? No, he wouldn't do that.
Time was almost up and she needed some goddamn clothes and to get out and her head was starting to spin-
"Nicole?"
Her eyes snapped back to the bed she had so hastily vacated, Cassandra looking at her concerned.
From the room's entrance came another familiar voice. Bela. "I only wanted to let you know that Daniela wants to go for a hunt tomorrow." Her eyes were averted and as soon as the words left her lips, she turned and shut the door behind her, not waiting for an answer from her sister.
Confusion mixed in with dizziness, but Nicole let out a quiet oh when she fully realized where she was. Cassandra's bedroom. They came here last night and fell asleep. And she was only wearing underwear.
She went to sit on the edge of the bed, head resting in her hands to try alleviate the fog in her brain. She probably looked like hell, but that was the least of her concerns right now.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Came the uncharacteristically soft voice of Cassandra, who had moved from her spot under the blankets and was gently rubbing her back.
"Uh, nothing," Nicole replied, as if she didn't look ready to puke.
Cassandra only pursed her lips and frowned. "You looked like you simultaneously saw a ghost and were ready to fight a ghost."
She swallowed thickly and forced out a laugh. "Oh are we at "tragic backstory" relationship level now?" It was at best a pathetic attempt to change the subject and at worst annoying.
When she looked back at the brunette she was still frowning, but not in annoyance. Her golden eyes sparked with concern, scrutinizing the redhead's face and body language for any clue as to what was wrong. It sent a pang of guilt through Nicole's chest. She took a deep breath and leaned back into Cassandra's touch, trying to collect her thoughts. Where does one even begin to explain this whole mess?
"Have you ever wondered why I came here? To the village?"
"...Not really," she admitted.
Nicole took another deep breath, pulling the words from her mouth as if she were pulling out teeth with pliers.
"My dad, he…he had a bit of a weird business. We never knew the details of it, he never told any of us and we knew better than to snoop, but I do know it had something to do with drugs and was highly illegal."
Staying in one place proved itself a pesky little task, so Nicole stood up and started to collect her clothes from the floor and started dressing. Cassandra instead remained in the same spot, listening intently.
"With a job like that you make enemies by default. And that made him paranoid beyond belief. When me and Alex, my older brother, were children it wasn't that bad. Worst thing he would do was lock our bedroom doors and refuse to let us attend public school."
She narrowed her eyes at a wall, still not wanting to meet Cassandra's gaze. Now that she said it out loud, not that bad sounded pretty bad too. Whatever.
"It started going downhill when I was around…" She pursed her lips, trying to make her brain put together some semblance of a timeline. "Twelve. Yeah twelve. He came bursting into our bedrooms at 2 a.m. saying that someone with a gun had gotten into our house and wanted to kill us. We were mortified. I remember my mom holding me and Alex in the backseat crying while my dad drove us to his secluded cabin in the woods."
"And that became a habit of his. He'd have us do these drills every once in a while and then scream at us if we didn't do everything in under a minute."
"That's so fucking stupid," Cassandra spat, golden eyes gleaming with anger.
Nicole started pacing back and forth, desperate for a distraction. "Oh I know. And after a few years of this I made sure to tell him exactly how much I thought it was bullshit."
Finally coming to terms with the lack of something to do while she talked, Nicole gave up and went back to the bed. She sat down by Cassandra's side, though still avoiding her eyes.
"Do you know what getting punched in the face feels like?"
Cassandra's expression contorted into a disgusted grimace. With the hand not on Nicole's back rubbing comforting circles, she dug talons into the soft fabric of a blanket. She didn't really have an answer because frankly she didn't know. Her body reacted very differently to physical harm and the few that could hurt her wouldn't go for a stupid punch to the face. Nicole kept on talking though, not really looking for an answer.
"That shut me up for a bit. Key word a bit. When he woke me up on the night before an important test I was pissed. I just thought fuck it and went upstairs to the library. It took him around twenty minutes to find me and when he did… Well, I regretted some life choices."
"I was so done with being there in that house. Though thankfully my parents went on a business trip the next day and Alex was at a friend's for the weekend. I had the whole house to myself and decided to grab one of my mom's vintage wines and just spend the evening on the couch drinking. And that's how I became an alcoholic at the ripe old age of fifteen." She let out a humorless chuckle at the end.
That day was a blur in her mind. The only thing that she vividly remembered was Alex coming home early and finding her blackout drunk on the couch. At the end of the day though, they were both in the same boat. He just grabbed the bottle from her and started to sip away at the remaining wine. Laughing at each other's hangover the next day was the most fun they'd had in ages so it became a habit for the both of them. Every once in a while they'd go into the wine cellar, pick out a bottle and then go drink it in the attic while they pretended their problems didn't exist. It continued well into their college years. Nicole was barely able to recall doing anything during her years in med school that wasn't being drunk or studying.
She groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. That's not where she meant to go with the story. Cassandra placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder brought her enough comfort to try and wrap it up.
"I guess in a sick ironic way my dad was right in the end though," she subconsciously shifted closer to the brunette and she wasted no time in loosely wrapping her arms around Nicole's waist.
"I was three weeks away from completing my residency when I came home from the lab, only to find my mom in a puddle of blood on the living room floor. My brother was in a similar state in his bedroom. My dad was nowhere to be found but I didn't care. It was his fault," she swallowed the lump in her throat and felt tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
"I just grabbed my documents and a duffle bag with some clothes and ran. Booked the first flight to Romania to come stay at my grandparents'. Oh except they know what my dad is all about! Told me I had an hour to get some rest and be out of their house as they didn't want any trouble with my dad's people."
"I did grab a fuck ton of my dad's cash though so at least hotels weren't an issue," her words were coming out chocked, occasionally interrupted by sniffles. She rapidly whipped a hand across her face. "Have you ever been to Braşov? Old part of the city is quite lovely."
Cassandra grimaced. She didn't want to interrupt, but seeing Nicole in such a state made something in her unbeating heart ache. She gently wiped the trail of tears from her cheeks and placed a kiss on her temple from where she was sitting half behind Nicole. Then, with the softest voice she could muster, "And how did you meet Duke?"
Nicole's eyes widened slightly, apparently having forgotten that detail.
"Oh I stumbled upon his shop one day. I thought he was selling some neat stuff and he was nice so I kept coming back. One thing led to another and when I found out about a place off the map where no one gets in or out without help I thought it would be the perfect place to hide from the people trying to put a bullet through my head." Then she winced slightly. "I was also mildly tipsy when I made that decision."
Cassandra looked a little incredulous. "And he just brought you here?"
"I paid him."
Cassandra's expression turned to what could only be described as disappointed but not surprised. Then her attention went back on the redhead, glossy eyes fixated on the floor. To say she sucked at comforting others was an understatement. Daniela was far more well versed in the art of making others not feel miserable but she was nothing if not stubborn enough to try.
"Listen," she shifted to sit in front of her, hand placed gently on a wet cheek. "If anyone ever dares come near you with the intention of harming you, I'll make them regret every life choice that led them there. You're safe here." She may not be great with her words, but if Cassandra excelled in anything, it was keeping her loved ones safe. Loved one huh.
Nicole leaned into her touch, finally meeting Cassandra's eyes. There was a gentle kind of determination in her golden gaze, accompanied by a fiery rage that, for once in her life, brought comfort as opposed to terror. It came with the knowledge that it wasn't directed at her but at whoever may want to harm her.
She didn't doubt her words. Instead she shifted closer, face nuzzled in the crook of Cassandra's neck and, barely above a whisper, said: "Thank you."
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In the Mountains - cth
summary: who would've thought hiking with the boys would have ended up being so eventful? as the fifth member of 5sos with a crush on a certain bass player, you’re about to find out. 
author’s notes: thanks to @calumspupils for sending this request in! I hope you enjoy it!
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You didn't really know how you'd gotten to this point in your life. How you had ended up in a band with four people you'd give the world to, it all still seemed like a fever dream. Most mornings you'd wake up either on a tour bus or in a hotel room miles from home wondering if this was your real-life and it wasn't until you were sat at breakfast with your bandmates that you realized how grateful you were for the twists and turns that had led to your crazy life.
Some days you'd play shows and feel like you were on top of the world, rocking out on stage with your best friends. Some nights the views from the airplanes you'd grown used to being on took your breath away for so long you were afraid you'd actually imagined it all. That all the cameras flashing and fans screaming out lyrics you'd written with the four guys on stage next to you were a figment of your imagination and you'd wake up one day to find it all gone.
"Hey, I know you don't love hiking but...I'm sure we'll make it fun," Calum's voice rang out in the car, bringing you back to the moment at present, "And I'll be there to tell you all the jokes and point out cool rocks," he said with a wink.
Calum Hood. You'd turned your head to face him, the California sun was hitting his skin and making him glow. His bright smile adorning his face as the sunglasses he was wearing slid down his nose to reveal those brown eyes you'd fallen for. His soft voice and gentle teasing bringing warmth to your stomach that always seem to linger whenever you two were alone. It was something that you thought you'd kept to yourself, a little secret, but the comments online only left you a blushing mess.
If you were being honest, you'd been in love with Calum since the first months you'd spent with the band, getting to know each other and making sure you'd be a good fit into the group. those weeks had been filled with outings together where all five of you would spend hours on end telling stories about growing up and then laughing over how the internet blew up when they introduced you to their fanbase. But those few weeks were also spent trying your best to not make a fool of yourself in front of Calum, who seemed to always be at the right place whenever you stumbled or when your voice would crack while you were practicing alone.
You two had clicked instantly, both stuck to each other's hip as you took on the world. You'd write together, spending hours on a couch drafting out possible songs and humming along to tracks that had potential in matching the band's sound. You'd even become neighbors at one point when you'd first moved into the city to be closer for band work. He'd helped you move into the apartment next to his and you'd spent many weekends at each other's place, laughing over the awkward silences when you'd both caught each other glancing for a few seconds too long.
So you were in love with your bandmate, your best friend, with Calum Hood. How bad could it be?
Apparently, very bad. You and Calum had never been the subtle type and although you both pretty much knew there was more than friendship between you two, no one made a move to make it more. Ashton had asked you once when you two had gone out for lunch after a studio session.
"I just can't understand why you two haven't already gotten over it and got together. You'd thought about it, he's thought about it. Just do it," Ashton huffed, shaking his head as he watched you tense up and shake your head.
"The band is what's important, Ash. We can't let our feelings get in the way of fucking up what all five of us have created. He knows that and I do too," you'd replied, laughing quietly as Ashton only shook his head and mumbled something under his breath.
But Ashton was always one to try and make others happy in his own special way. And that's how you found yourself in the car with Calum on the way out of the city for a hike you were less than excited about. You knew Ashton was up to something when he'd texted the group saying that you and Calum would have to drive to the trail together since you wouldn't fit in his car with Luke, Mike, and their partners. As a form of payback, you'd purposefully told Calum to pick you up thirty minutes after the original time to make sure you were the last ones to get there because there was nothing more than Ashton hated than being late. And that's how you found yourself driving out of the city with Calum, lost in your own head over how beautiful he looked.
"Mhm, you always make things fun," you chuckled and winked back at him, "We're gonna need it especially now that we're late and Ashton will definitely kill us."
The hike had gone surprisingly good considering three of you were not the most athletics and Luke and Michael had constantly been racing seeing who could go the farthest faster. Ashton had tried his best to keep everyone on track until you and Calum had teased him about being the mom friend as he'd set up his phone on a rock to shoot an update video for fans to let them know about the band had been up to. It had all been going according to plan until you moved closer to Calum and twisted your ankle, ending up on the floor staring up at the blue sky.
"Oh my god, I'm going to die. Just leave me here to die because I'm not making it," you cried out, "This is the end of me!"
In a matter of seconds since your back had hit the ground, four familiar faces hovered above you, one of them looking more concerned than the others. The pain shot through your spine and down your leg, your eyes closing as you tried to stop the tears from falling down your cheeks. Soon enough you found yourself being lifted up from the ground and a warm body pressed against your back. You could hear all the guys fighting over what to do, which meant your ankle wasn't twisted backward since none of them had screamed or puked their guts out. Their voices all mumbled into one as you breathed through the pain and it wasn't until Calum's warm breath was hitting your ear that you felt yourself take a deep breath in and open your eyes.
"I'm gonna stay here with you until Ash and the others can get a ranger to bring a car or something like that, okay?" he mumbled softly, his hand rubbing at your back as he helped you sit back against a rock.
"Please don't let my leg fall off, I need it to run on stage and to kick Michael when he steals my food," you whined.
"That's not gonna happen, okay? I think you just twisted it and it's all going to be okay, sweet girl," Calum mumbled and kissed your forehead, "Promise."
The sun was still high in the sky by the time you started thinking Ashton had left you both in the desert. You'd both been sitting on the ground together, watching as  your ankle grew and grew in size as the time passed by. The pain had dulled and your head was resting on his shoulder when your brain had started to think of the worst.
"You know, this wouldn't have happened if you were Australian. Us Aussies are known for our athleticism," Calum chuckled as he nudged your side with his elbow, "It's a well-known fact."
"I can do a better Australian accent than all four of you," you scoffed, rolling your eyes as you smacked his thigh, "And I can outrun pretty much all of you except Ash."
"Except right now."
"Calum Hood, I swear if you don't stop making fun of me-"
"What? Are you gonna hit me again? I dare you-"
You don't know what came over you. Maybe it was the heat of the sun beaming down on you both. Or maybe the fact that you were thirsty since Michael had taken the only backpack with water with him before you two realized it but Calum's lips looked very nice and it took no self-restraint for you to lean in and stop him mid-sentence.
"Maybe you should twist your ankle more often, huh?" Calum chuckled as you both pulled away, "Or bully you more often."
"Shut up and kiss me again, idiot," you laughed and pulled him back in for another kiss.
"Who knew all I had to do was get you two alone on a hiking trail for you to finally kiss, huh?" Ashton's chuckled made you both pull away, making you both look like a deer caught in headlights.
"Oh shut up, I'm never going on a hike with any of you again," you huffed and gratefully took the park ranger’s hand as he helped you on to what looked like a golf car.
It was a short trip back to the medical center, where they treated your very swollen ankle with ice while you downed all the water you could get your hands on. But you were grateful that Calum hadn't left your side once, his hand in yours as you squeezed it whenever you'd hit a bump or when the park ranger wrapped your ankle. His hand was still in yours as you both drove back to the city and it never left yours even when you both laid on the couch in his living room that night, drifting off in each other's company for once accepting that maybe, just maybe, this could be more than just stolen glances.
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hosts-of-valyria · 2 years
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A little Game, Cat fight: Two princesses: Morfydd Clark as elderly Myrcella Lannister Myrcella Lannister vs. Rhaenys Targaryen
Council of Harrenhal
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"I hate you", roared Myrcella like a lioness, "I hate you more", hissed Rhaenys like a snake, "i hate you even more", growled Myrcella, "i hate you so much", roared Rhaenys. Myrcella and Rhaenys pulled each other's hair, "I'll tear your ugly hair out one by one, cunt. You stink, you suck and you have a fat ass. Talk to the hand, bitch", screamed both of them.
Jon Targaryen, Tommen Lannister, Myrcella Lannister, Rhaenys Targaryen, Joffrey Lannister and Robb Stark vs. Robert Baratheon
Bradley James as an elder Joffrey Lannister, firstborn child of Jaime and Cersei Lannister, the strength of a young Tywin Lannister in Joffrey, a true Westerner. William Moseley as an older Tommen Lannister, Jaime's strength ln Tommen
Robert Baratheon jumped up drunk and roared drunk, "surrounded by Lannisters. Everytime I close my eyes, I see their blond hair and their smug satisfied faces. Brood of incest! I kill you all! I kill every single Lannister, Stark, Martell, Targaryen, Tyrell, Greyjoy, Tully. I don't hesitate! The body of the northern whore, dornish bitch and lion cunt is mine. Enough with this madness!"
Cersei Lannister, Lyanna Stark and Elia Martell vs. Robert Baratheon
Lyanna, Cersei and Elia laughed aloud, "haha the childish Storm King and Misogynist speaks. The little child throws a tantrum. You wanna fuck, Robert? Whoever wants to fuck has to be friendly. I'm sorry, Lyanna and I only fuck with Rhaegar and Arthur, the two love each other. We only fuck with winners in life and men who care. Nobody wants you", said Elia
"And I only fuck with Jaime, you fat, stupid pig. These are good men in contrast to you", said Cersei.
Tommen, Aegon, Robb, Jon, Joffrey, Myrcella and Rhaenys shouted at Robert, "Why do you interfere Usurper, it's none of your business you little bunch of shit. Jaime is better man than you!"
And the People laughed aloud over Robert as he puked alcohol on the floor, "I drink myself into the grave."
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Lysa, Catelyn, Olenna, Balon, Cersei, Lyanna, Elia, Eddard, Rhaegar, Tywin screamed at Robert, "did anyone say the litter bin is allowed to speak", Robert fell to the floor drunk and fell asleep drunk in his own vomit like a pig, "And tomorrow he will have forgotten everything. Forgotten in his violence, inability to love, addiction to indulgence and drunkenness", said Renly and Stannis and kicked Robert in the cross.
"And do you fuck your brothers like your narcissistic mother, Lannister bitch", said Rhaenys in heavy Dornish accent and sipped from dornish wine. Myrcella sipped from dornish wine, "oh Kitten has claws. And you, possessive Targaryen cunt?"
Elia slapped Rhaenys in the face, Cersei slapped Myrcella in the face, "careful young ladies."
Rhaenys and Myrcella rubbed their cheeks, "ouch. Sorry mum", Elia, Cersei and Lyanna went away with a glass wine.
Joffrey, Aegon, Robb and Jon looked at each other, "and because of that shit, your little, smelly fights, Shireen is better than you two bitches", roared Joffrey at Rhaenys and Myrcella.
Robb, Aegon, Joffrey and Jon laughed aloud, "And now shake hands and become inseparable sisters for the rest of your life."
Rhaenys and Myrcella looked at each other and took each other's hand and toasted with dornish wine, "All right cat fight is over. You and Shireen? You're dating Shireen? This is cool. What are you two doing?"
"We cook together, we meet regularly, we often ride through the Kingswood, Stormlands or Westerlands", said Joffrey. Robb, Jon, Myrcella, and Rhaenys nodded, "cool, good luck."
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fstive · 2 years
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐎
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Streamer!kenma x Enderman!artist!reader
synopsis: You were scrolling through twitch when you came across a pretty streamer! Kozumek. you Liked him alot! you thought it was love at first site (get it? Twitch.tv?) . so you watched a couple of his streams and you started to See a figure you didnt like. He looked like.. Kuroo, Your ex. so you went after him. But you found out they both live in the same apartment complex as you. So this would be easier, Each and every day you started to get closer to kuroo and you failed to kill him. you hurt him though. But since that failed. You went after kenma , Your crush!!
tw : Nsfw [Not actually, just one(1) mention], Swearing, Stalking (ofc) , p-puke., Slurs I can reclaim
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you : Black, Filipino, she/him, lesbian, agender.
kenma : Black , Chinese, he/cat, nonbinary, Lesbian.
kuroo : Black, He/him, Bisexual, Trans masc.
bokuto, akaashi, Sakusa , and tendou : (A)Black, Chinese, he/they , Mlm, trans masc. (B) Black, Asian , he/it, Mlm , (s)Chinese, He/him , Lesbian, nonbinary .(T) Black, African, lesbian, he/Red, Agender.
characters mentioned : oikawa, Bokuto, akaashi, Etc.
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[8:49]You walked to your gaming chair, opening twitch Looking for something to watch. toorukawaz was online, so was kaashikei. You wanted to find someone new so you Started to scroll through twitch. You came across A streamer named kozumek. you clicked on their stream hastily and You Joined, You said your hellos and Tipped 1k subs. For no exact reason. Kenma looked at his stream and His eyes widened. " What the f - LANGUAGE KENMA.. - sorry tetsuro. , But thank you so much endery/n!! , I'll sub to you as a thanks. " Y/n was amazed by such kindness?.. you got up and ran to grab your canvas and Brought it to your setup. y/n started thinking about what kenma said. 'Tetsuro.. Tetsurou.- "TETSUROU KUROO.. GODDAMNIT WHAT!?!??!.. " he lived with your crush and you ran back to your computer and started painting in anger, you were rambling about kuroo. " KUROO IS MID!!!!!! " you heard it from the stream you were watching , and that's how you knew you and kenma lived together! "SORRY!!!"
Timeskip
[2:18] Y/n layed in his bed , sleeping soundly. Until she heard a knock. "Who is it?!" - " Kuroo. " - " GO AWAY ASSHOLE. " - " NO " You Turned around turning on your music 'CUM ' by WHOKILLEDXIX[go listen 2 it its released] " TURN THAT DOWN ASSHOLE! " kuroo screamed " KYS! " - " YOU FIRST BI- " . kuroo stopped his sentence when kenma walked out " Yo ken " kenma ignored him and walked past him to the Cafe downstairs. [7:51] you forgot you had an event to go to , " SHIT! ,I HAVE AN EVENT FUUUCK!.. " y/n screamed . You started getting ready by getting in the shower. After that you got dressed in your normal suit vest and pants, And topping that off with your Black hat. You teleported to the front of the event building and Walked to the guards, You showed them your id
' Y/n | age: 19 | S/c : brown + purple' - and so on.
you entered the building peacefully Not trying to start any fights. You were looking for friends bokuto, akaashi, Tendou and sakusa. You searched upstairs because they're usually in the VIP room. You searched there, but you were surprised seeing them having sex.. You slammed the door And went to the restroom calmly not trying to puke " gawd.. Why sex, Niggas knew I was comin' so I bet they did that shit. Gross.. " you Sobbed[/j) leaving the restroom to get back to the guys you sighed, Crossing your fingers. You opened the door to see them.. Not having sex? They finished.. you sat down on the couch near the door and looked at your friends and pulling out your phone, unlocking it . you Went to Twitter and saw "#kozumek " was trending, There were alot of clips and you clicked on one that intrested you. it had your tag too. you clicked on the video as your friends akaashi and bokuto started to make out to annoy you " shut it and stop." Sakusa said " woohoo!!! Y/ns here?! " cool.. tendou noticed you. " tendou how the fu- " Two people barged in saying ' Y/n we need you ' In sync. you just nodded and looked back. Y/n shrugged and walked out " BRUH SHE JUST GOT HERE THOUGH??!?!" sakusa Slapped the back of tendous head with his gloved hand
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mageofseven · 3 years
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This is part two! Satan and Asmo's parts are below the cut. Enjoy~
Part 1 | Part 3
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Satan:
MC had a lot of stomach aches with the nausea. Even when she wasn't puking, her days were spent with this twisted feeling in her stomach.
From month three on, it turned into some bad cramping. It made no sense to the couple, but a heating pad and some cuddles usually helped her.
By month five, it was something so much worse. It evolved into episodes of MC hugging her stomach and screaming in pain. The woman was terrified when it first happened, crying as she thought she was losing her baby.
That wasn't what was happening though, evident to her boyfriend as he noticed bruises forming on her stomach during these episodes.
Satan didn't fully understand what was happening, but believed it wasn't what MC thought.
There was nothing he could do but hold her close and try comforting her through the pain. The episode lasted a little less than an hour and most of her stomach was left black and blue with bruises.
The demon mixed some magical ingredients together in order to make a cream to heal most of her bruises. As he rubbed it over her belly, he softly explained how it was going to help her current issue and that he was going to read up on what he can do to prevent another episode. The woman sniffled, but nodded.
None of his books really told him how to prevent such a thing however. Instead, it gave him directions on how to figure out the direct cause of such episodes.
The blonde ends up drawing a rune around her navel, which according to the book, should gather the data needed. After another episode, that is. He didn't want his Kitten to have to go through such an experience again, but it seemed that it was the only option.
For better or worse, the couple didn't have to wait long; MC had another episode later that evening. Once again, he held her close as she screamed and cried in his arms. This time, the rune glowed, signaling that it was collecting data.
After another hour of this, the pain stopped and her belly was riddled with bruises once again.
Satan didn't let go yet; he just continued to hold her close and kiss her face as her cries softened. When she was calmer, he gave one final kiss to her forehead before getting up from the bed and lifting her shirt.
He laid his hand on her belly, right over the rune, and his green eyes glowed as he absorbed the magical energy that transported the knowledge to him.
This... was not the answer he suspected, but somehow the demon felt he should have known.
The baby was fine physically, but emotionally was a different issue.
MC's body wasn't absorbing the dark energy needed for their baby's soul fast enough, causing their child to... well, get angry.
The Avatar of Wrath's baby inherited his anger issues and was essentially punishing their mother for something out of her control.
The blonde scowled. His Kitten had been writhing in pain for two hours today because their child decided to throw a tantrum inside of her?
"Satan?"
The demon took a deep breath and closed his eyes. He cannot lose his temper now; not when MC needs him.
"Just a minute."
He let himself focus on his breathing, calming himself before opening his eyes and meeting his girlfriend's.
"I'm sorry, Kitten." He sighed. "It's... the baby seems to be having a hard time at the moment."
The man explains the issue to her and the woman's eyes went wide.
"So it's my fault?" She asked. "I'm not giving our baby the energy it needs fast enough?"
"No, Kitten." Satan sat back down next to her. "This isn't your fault; your body is just on the slow side with the absorption. It just needs time to catch up."
The man's mind went back to the conversation the two of them had months ago, back when they discovered that this pregnancy could be dangerous for her.
MC had said that she wanted to risk it no matter what... but maybe now that she knows what she'll have to endure for now on, maybe she'll change her mind?
"Kitten..." He called out to her slowly, grabbing her hand. "Now that you've experienced this... do you still want to go through with it?"
The woman tensed up.
"... What do you mean?"
"You don't have to have this baby. If it's too much for you, we can--"
"No." MC pushed away from him and sat with her back pressed to the window.
He watched her for a moment before sighing.
"I'm sorry. I won't bring it up again."
The two sat in silence for a while. Neither moved, neither spoke. Finally, MC did.
"Do you... not want our baby?"
She finally asked the question that had taken up space in her brain for months. All of this time, Satan had been sweet to her and taken care of her well... but never did he express any attachment to their child.
Whenever she spoke about them before that day, Satan would always stop what he was doing and speak in a careful, neutral tone. It got the point that she was afraid to even speak about the baby to him at all.
The demon pursed his lips. The truth... was that he didn't think he did. His interactions with children have been limited and what he did never inspired any paternal instincts in him.
However, he couldn't tell MC this, not when this child was obviously so important to her.
"I want to do what makes you happy." He said carefully. "And... I'm rather unsure about how I'll be as a father, but I'm willing to try for you."
Another moment of silence hung in the air.
"A...Are you scared?" She asked softly.
"I... don't know." He answered truthfully.
In all honesty, emotions were a difficult thing for the Avatar of Wrath to understand. Maybe it was because of how he was born, but labeling and identifying his emotions was quite a chore for him.
Anger, he understood well, and because of MC, happiness wasn't such a foreign feeling to him either, but everything else was... quite challenging to understand within him.
MC crawled over to his side of the bed. Satan didn't hesitate to pull her onto his lap. The two sat there, tightly embracing one another.
"It'll gonna be okay." The woman whispered. "We can make it through this; the three of us will be happy."
Oh Kitten. Here she was, comforting him when things looked so dark for herself. He pulled back just enough to give her a sweet kiss.
From there after, Satan looked up what he could do to help his Kitten with her episodes. They really didn't have a lot of options. Most potions that his books recommended weren't entirely human-safe and he wasn't about to make such a gamble with her.
There was one thing they could try though. The man raised an eyebrow when he read it.
"What is it?"
The blonde looked up at his girlfriend.
"The book suggests that I could... talk to our child."
The woman blushed.
"So... you'd be talking to my belly during those episodes?"
He sighed.
"It appears so."
He was a bit awkward with it, but he tried it during her next episode. And it actually worked.
What lasted about an hour for both sessions before this only lasted a little less than ten minutes.
The man was quite surprised, but still comforted his Kitten before putting his hand on the rune.
It... his child felt a sense of peace and comfort at his voice. It was hard to understand fully what his child was feeling, but it seemed as if under all their anger was another core emotion: fear.
Their child was scared and felt comforted by his voice.
Something in him shifted at this news. He... wanted to protect his child from the fear in their heart.
And so, his stance on this pregnancy had changed dramatically. Everything he did was for his girlfriend and their child.
The couple had cute moments where Satan would gently lay his ear on her belly and listen to the baby's little movements.
He'd talk to them even outside of the episodes, telling them that they were safe and loved, causing the episodes to happen less often
And when one would spring up, he was no longer all that awkward with soothing his child, except during the first time he had to do it around his brothers (it happened at dinner time and scared his brothers half to death to see MC in pain, but later they teased him, saying they didn't know he could speak so tenderly).
Satan didn't know if he could be a good father... but acknowledged that now was the time to try.
Good End:
The remaining months were mostly uneventful for the couple. MC was a bit overdue so her body could catch up on the spiritual energy absorption, but only by about two weeks. She was sore and uncomfortable, but still in positive spirits. Satan was as well, but it would be a lie to say there wasn't some anxiety mixed in there. When his girlfriend finally went into labor, he was very calm and dependable.
About seven hours later, MC was holding their daughter. She had her Daddy's blonde hair and Mama's eyes, even the beginning of a pair of horns, just like Satan's. The man was lost in the preciousness of his daughter. When asked if he wanted to hold her however, he declined. He... didn't want to risk hurting her.
"It's okay." MC cajoled. "I know you're a lot more gentle than you think. Plus, this is how you two bond."
The demon pursed his lips, but nodded. He carefully took his daughter from MC and held her close.
"Hello, Amelie." He used her name. "It's okay now; you're safe."
Bad End:
The labor took too much out of MC. Their baby's head was stuck inside of her and upon further inspection, they found out she was being cut on the inside by their child's horns. She was losing too much blood.
"Satan... get them out... please." After hours of screaming in pain, his girlfriend's voice was hoarse. "Save them..."
The woman's head fell to the side and the man started panicking. He called out to her as he checked if she was breathing. But she wasn't. Her last breath was used to beg him for their child's life.
Tears fell from the man's eyes, but he only gave himself a moment of this before wiping his tears on his sleeve and heading back down below. Knowing that he didn't have to worry about causing her pain anymore, he reached in and carefully pulled out the baby. Her insides were getting cut up more, but it no longer mattered.
He collapsed on the floor with his daughter now in his arms. As the two cried together, the demon didn't realised at first that he transformed, but suddenly felt the need to wail from the very core of his being. And he did. And he preceded trash his room. Knocking over book piles, snapping the wooden bookshelves, even break his window.
He was stopped by Lucifer. He didn't even realize when the older demon came in, but there he stood with a hand on his shoulder. And that's when he heard it. His daughter's panicked sobs from within his arms.
He had frightened her. His daughter was just born and the first thing he did was scare her. After all those moments he spoke to her while she was inside her mother, after telling her over and over again that he would keep her safe, he was the very first danger she perceived in this world.
The fourth brother collapsed into Lucifer's arms, surprising the older demon. He still held the blonde tightly though and let him cry.
Two years passed. Not a single day went by when Satan didn't think of MC. Every milestone their daughter hit, the man couldn't help thinking of MC and how she should be there to see it.
One day while Satan was in the library, he heard commotion coming from out in the living room. He had left Amelie in Asmo's care so he could have some reading time by himself, but somehow it escalated into something.
He rushed to find the one of the stands broken at their legs and the china cabinet's glass shattered. And Lucifer restraining an angry Amelie. One look at the scene told him everything he needed to know. This was her first destructive tantrum. Asmo couldn't handle it so he roped in Lucifer, who was restraining his daughter in the exact same way that he used to restrain Satan when he was a child. And that set the man off.
Satan remembered being in the exact position as his daughter and knew how frightening it was to have a big man screaming in your face while restraining you. The blonde transformed and launched himself at his older brother. Hand against Lucifer's throat, but more in warning than in attack, then said
"Not. My. Daughter."
The blonde looked straight into the older man's eyes as he said it. He let his words set in for a minute before letting go and scooping up his sobbing daughter from the floor. He carried Amelie off to her room, the very room that was once her mother's.
The Avatar of Wrath learned the true meaning of his title, thanks to his daughter. Years ago when MC carried her, Satan learned that underneath all of her anger was pain and fear. Through this, he learned the same for himself. Satan was created by the anger Lucifer felt at his Father's decisions and his sister leaving his life the way she did. He was so overwhelmed by it all though he never looked close enough to see the real emotions that he was feeling. Pain and fear. The first brother just wanted to get rid of it all now. Because of that, Satan never knew before what his anger really was. But now he does and that was what his daughter taught him.
"Shh, it's okay, Kitten." He soothed his daughter, using the same nickname that he used to give her mother. "Daddy's here. No one's going to hurt you."
Asmodeus:
Starting during the beginning of her second trimester, MC was... difficult to be around
It seemed as if every little thing the Avatar of Lust said just set her off, either with anger or tears or both.
Wanting to avoid conflict and the stress of such interactions, the man started to avoid her
Eventually his brothers started guilt tripping him for it though because without Asmo, the human was a lonely mess and it was hard for them to watch.
Why should he be around her though if he always seemed to upset her?
This lasted a couple weeks.
He couldn't stand being around his brothers anymore either so he left the house as often as possible.
One night, he came back late from a party. He headed to his room and found that MC was still awake, crying in bed at 2am.
"Doll?"
He heard a few sniffles, but otherwise received no answer.
Hearing her cry broke his heart; that was part of why he had been avoiding her.
In this moment though... he realized that he couldn't keep doing this. He promised that he would take care of his Dolly... but look at what he's been doing.
The man got in bed and pulled his girlfriend to his chest.
"Y-You don't love me." She said in a shaky voice.
"Doll, you know that's not true--"
"Then why do you abandon me?"
The woman cried into his chest. His heart ached at the sound as he rubbed her back.
"I don't know how to help." He admitted. "And... it makes me so sad to know that I can't help my Dolly."
The fifth brother starts giving her little kisses, starting from her neck and working up to her jaw till his lips were at her ear.
"You know I would kiss away your pain if I could." He whispered.
"I know."
The woman pulled back and laid a hand on his cheek.
"For now... just don't leave me. Please."
And so he didn't. As difficult as it was, the demon stayed by her side. Even when she burst into tears. Even when she'd snap at him over minor things or things that was not his fault to begin with, he stuck by her. MC tried her best to remind him how much she appreciated that.
It was the start of her fifth month when things started to get more complicated.
The two were in their room. Asmo was giving his Doll a back massage, trying to get her to relax after a day of feeling sore and tense.
"Moooommmy."
The woman jumped. Her boyfriend frowned.
"Are you hurting there, Doll?" He asked, wondering that last spot her rubbed was too sore for her.
"Didn't you hear that?" She asked, staring towards the door where she heard the voice.
Asmo continued to rub her back, focusing more near her shoulders now.
"No, but it was probably just one of my brothers." He stopped to lay a kiss on her shoulder. "Don't be so jumpy; you're fine, Honey."
The woman didn't say a thing, just tried to forget the voice that she swore she heard. But she couldn't.
Later that night, the woman was having trouble sleeping. It seemed like all her baby did was stretch and kick inside of her, waking her up if she so much as dozed off for a second.
"Mooommmy."
She heard the voice again, but this time it was accompanied by a knock on her door. MC froze. Another knock. She looked over to her sleeping boyfriend before slowly leaving his arms and their bed as she approached the door.
She slowly opened it before finding a boy in the hallway. He had four little black wings and two horns just like Asmo's, but eyes that were eerily similar to MC's.
"Mommy, I can't sleep... let's go play!"
And with that, the boy started running down the hallway.
"W-Wait!"
The woman chased after the child and had to do a hard turn for the stairs, causing her to lose her balance and trip.
Luckily, Satan was right there to catch her.
Before the man even spoke, MC started telling him about the child running around House of Lamentation.
Satan raised his eyebrows at her.
"MC... there is no child in House of Lamentation." He told her. "And if he was running down the stairs, I would have seen him pass me."
MC just stared at him. How could he not have seen the boy? He--
"Mommy, are you okay?" The little boy asked her, standing right next to her and Satan now.
The woman pointed down at the child, eyes wide.
"He's right there! Satan, please tell me you see him."
The blonde looked down at where the human pointed, but merely saw the wall next to them.
"...MC, I think you need some sleep."
The woman gripped his arm.
"Satan. Please. He's right there." The woman pleaded. "He has Asmo's wings and horns and he... calls me Mommy. Please believe me."
The demon's eyes widened.
"In that case... please come to my room."
The fourth brother led her down the hall. Just as he opened his door, Asmo called down to her.
"Doll! Now what are you doing awake?" He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her. "Is your anxiety acting up again?"
"Asmo, you come inside as well." Satan spoke up before MC could.
"Eh? Why?" The Avatar of Lust raised an eyebrow, but still followed him into the room.
Satan never answered, just had MC sit down on his bed as he searched through various stacks of books. Asmo sat next to his girlfriend.
"Hey, I don't know what the issue is, but you'll be okay." He told his girlfriend before laying his hand on her belly. The baby kicked underneath his hand and the man smiled. "See? Our baby thinks so too~"
"I like it when Daddy pays attention to me."
Suddenly the little boy was in front of them, smiling.
In that moment, it truly became undeniable who he was.
MC started crying as she stared at the boy.
"Doll?" Asmo laid a hand on her cheek. "Honey, please look at me; its okay."
The little boy stepped back as Satan approached with the correct book, opened to the page he needed.
"Okay, now I need you to lift up your shirt." He told her.
"Aww, Satan!" His brother grinned. "I know MC is beautiful but--"
"I just need to draw a rune on her stomach, Asmo." The blonde sighed, too tired to deal with him.
"Just... please wait a minute, okay?" MC told her boyfriend before lifting her shirt.
Satan drew a rune around her navel. Upon completion, it glowed. The blonde raised an eyebrow at that before laying his hand over the rune.
His eyes glowed. The room was quiet for a full minute before he lifted his hand.
"Well, I now know you weren't wrong before." The blonde admitted. "You really were seeing a child. Your own, in fact."
"Huh??" The fifth brother looked to his girlfriend. "What did I miss?"
The little boy poked around the blonde demon to look at her.
"Azzy..." The woman kept her eyes on the child, but still spoke to her boyfriend. "I see our son. Right in front of me."
MC explained what happened while he was asleep. Her boyfriend gave a huge grin.
"Oh my devil, you can see him?? You're so lucky!"
At that the woman smiled back. It was all a bit unnerving, but... yeah, she was.
Tears started falling from her eyes, but they were happy tears.
Asmo leaned in and kissed each one away.
"What does he look like? Tell me, Doll." He asked sweetly.
"He... he has your wavy hair, but it's my color." She sniffled. "He has my eyes too, but also your wings and horns... he's beautiful."
Her son smiled at her as she said that. She reached out to touch him, but was stopped by Satan.
"He's not really there, MC." Satan spoke up. "You're child is merely using a vision of himself that you built in your head to project himself in front of you."
She lowered her hand.
"But... why?"
Satan sighed.
"I'm afraid his motivations are out of my realm of knowledge. However, this is one of the more dangerous symptoms for demonic pregnancies that you could get."
"Wait... how?"
"MC, you almost fell down the stairs." He reminded her. "Your connection and worry for your child almost led you to getting hurt. This child has yet to actually experience this world and doesn't realize all the ways it can lead you to hurt yourself or even to your death."
"I wouldn't hurt Mommy!" Her son came closer to hug her leg and the woman swore that she could feel it.
"He wouldn't hurt me." MC spoke up for her son.
"Maybe not purposefully," The blonde explained. "But it's too ignorant about it's surroundings. You need to focus on where you're going and what you are doing more to make up for it."
The forth brother looked to Asmo.
"You need to watch out for her. The last thing we need is this child leading her into some lake to drown or something like that."
The fifth brother was quiet.
"Azzy?" MC called out to him.
Asmo plastered on a smile.
"Right, right, sorry."
The fifth brother was worried, but kept a close eye on MC during the following months. There were a few close calls. That day they went out shopping and MC found herself following their son to a harsher part of the Devildom. The time he caught her trying to climb out the window because she saw their son on the roof. The time she chased their son out to the forest behind House of Lamentation and almost got attacked by some of the dark wildlife. And many more events
It all scared the man. He cried more than a handful of times because he just barely made it in time to save her. At the same time, he wasn't mad at her though; he knew that she was compelled so strongly to follow their son when he showed up. The woman simply couldn't help it.
By the end of her pregnancy, Asmo was more stressed than he has ever been. His skin even broke out from all of the stress he felt and the man acted like it was the death of him.
Good End:
The day MC told him that her water broke, this man was relieved.
"Like, finally! Get out here before I start losing my hair too!" He joked. Or well, half-joked.
His girlfriend laughed at his words, before another pain hit her. Asmo gave her his hand to squeezed. During the whole labor, he gave her little kisses on her face and all the positive affirmations she needed; always telling her how well she doing and how close their son was to being in the world thanks to her.
Five hours later, crying filled the room as their son was finally pushed out into the world. Just as MC had originally saw, the baby had her hair and eye color, but his dad's wings and horns.
Asmo stared at this beautiful woman of his, holding his equally beautiful child, and the man couldn't help but cry. He remembered all those months ago, back when they found out she was pregnant, how thrilled he was for this baby... and how his heart sank later on when he found out the pregnancy might be dangerous for her.
"Doll... do you really have to do this?" He smiled at her, but it was filled with just as much anxiety as he felt. "We don't have to risk it; we can still be happy without any children."
"I can't believe I'm hearing this right now. What happened to the man from hours ago that was so happy for our baby that he was near tears?"
Asmo reached out to her, but she shook him off.
"Azzy... I need this baby. Please accept that."
Now, all he could think was the fact that this moment was only a reality because of her. Because MC decided to fight for this, fight for their son, even when Asmo himself was too afraid to.
"Azzy? Hey..." MC adjusted her hold on their son before reaching out and wiping a tear from his cheek. "It's okay. Everything worked out."
Asmo smiled before leaning in to give her a sweet kiss then give a gentle one to the top of their son's head.
"I know. And it's all because of you, Doll." He said sweetly. "Thank you for fighting for him even when I was too scared to. He's beautiful. Just as beautiful as you said."
The two end up naming their son Liam.
Bad End:
"You're not listening to me!" MC screamed at her boyfriend.
"Oh honey, it's hard not to listen when you're fucking yelling."
The woman pushed past him and ran out of the room, crying. Asmo leaned against the wall and gave a deep groan. Even after all this time, he really wasn't good at handling these moments. He knew it wasn't his girlfriend's fault that she was so moody. Pregnancy in general tends to make women a bit hormonal, but she had it so much harder because it was his kid she was pregnant with. Satan once told him it was a side effect related to him or rather, with Lust Demons in general. He and his kind could be very dramatic and he knew it, but never did he truly see it as a bad thing until now.
The demon knew he had to be more patient with his Dolly. I mean, it wasn't her fault she was so moody all of the time; it was his. That fact didn't make it any easier to deal with though. The man stood there, debating how long he should wait before going after her. On one hand, he really felt that she needed to cool down. On the other, he knew he had to keep an eye on her in case their son takes her somewhere he shouldn't.
The man decided to give her another couple minutes, for both her nerves and his own. After about five minutes, he sighed and went upstairs to their bedroom to check on her.
"Doll?" He said through the door. "Dolly, I'm sorry. Can we talk please?"
No answer. Asmo opened the door to discover their room to be empty. His eyes widened. She always goes to their room after a fight. So where is she? The man started checking everywhere in the house and I mean everywhere. When she never turned up, he tried calling her phone. No answer. Freaking out, the demon called Lucifer, who answered on the 11th ring because he was in a meeting with Diavolo. When the first brother heard his brother's plight however, his annoyance shifted to worry. Lucifer excused himself from the meeting and rushed home.
The Avatar of Pride ended up using tracking magic to locate MC. They found her out in the forest behind House of Lamentation. At least... what was left of her. The poor woman was attacked by a Chiropteran, a giant, almost orcish like creature with bat wings. Their baby didn't survive either.
Asmo grabbed a hold of her body and sobbed heavily. She's gone... MC was gone, their baby was gone... all because he lost his patience with her. It was his fault. He lost the woman who tried to give him everything, even a child despite the dangers to herself, because he couldn't handle her being just a bit moody.
The Avatar of Lust spent weeks in his room, shutting himself away more than even Levi. Then one day, he came out and acted as if none of it happened. He refused to talk about MC or their son or even acknowledge that ever existed. He started going to parties again and sleeping with succubi and living life with his old "Me Me Me" mentality again, like before he and MC dated. And he never got close to anyone ever again. Because that was what he thought was safest for himself and others. After all, the one time he tried to take care of someone that wasn't himself, they died and now he cannot even bring himself to say their name.
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FIRST THOUGHTS ON RED TV
sorry but state of grace og version is better
red tv slaps as expected
treacherous tv goes HARD
IKYWT TV IS SO FUCKING GOOD IM DYING
all too well tv will kill me and I'm ok with it HOWEVER I think i might like the og version better bc of the way she sings the bridge
22 tv has me screaming crying puking
WHO'S TAYLOR SWIFT ANYWAY? EW!
I almost do tv is a spiritual experience no I'm not being dramatic
wanegbt tv .............. crying and throwing up NOW SHE HAS THE COOLEST INDIE RECORD 😭😭😭😭 but i think og version is better, this one sounds like she couldn't sing the high "we" so they faked it with autotune 😭
stay stay stay tv THIS WAS SO GOOD I LIKED IT A LOT MORE THAN THE OG VERSION
the last time tv I AM A GARY LIGHTBODY STAN! MY IRISH KING!!! THIS SONG TAKES ME TO ANOTHER PLANET EVERY TIME!!!! THE HARMONIES!!!!
HOLY GROUND TV IS MY ALL TIME FAVORITE SONG EVER EVER EVER EVER I AM DYING RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW
sad beautiful tragic tv is probably my least favorite song ever sorry there's nothing going on here
the lucky one tv is one of my skips BUT ONLY bc it makes me cry I can't explain it but it's too sad for me idk but it's definitely amazing 😪 literally physically in tears rn I can't handle this song. I love this song but I don't like it at all!!!
everything has changed tv ED SHEERAN MY BELOVED i love this song 😪😪😪😪😪 AND THAT CHOIR OMG????????????
starlight tv I love this song I'll scream DONT YOU DREAM IMPOSSIBLE THINGS
begin again tv she's not on my playlist she's kinda bland but she do have some nice harmonies
the moment i knew tv i literally cannot. I skip this song bc it makes me cry but it's so amazing and the bass???????? beautiful. the CELLO?????! screaming crying throwing up. but really all i have to say is fuck jake gyllenhaal. take a bath, hippie (derogatory)
come back be here tv I'm crying so hard I love this song so much im very emotional tonight her voice is so beautiful and the harmonies are amazing THIS IS FALLING IN LOVE IN THE CRUELEST WAY THIS IS FALLING FOR YOU WHEN YOU ARE WORLDS AWAY
girl at home tv will make my jump off a cliff IT IS SO GOOD OH MY GOD THE BASS IS SO GOOD ITS SO VIBEY girl at home if it was on 1989. lesson LEEEAAAAAARNED I will die. I know everybody's gonna hate on this song but I do not claim that bc it's GOOD!!!
Ronan tv do not like at all. I'm gonna be honest i did not know this song existed I thought it was a from the vault song 💀 it is SAD! no thank you
better man tv SCREAMING CRYING PUKING ITS SUCH A VIBE AND THE HARMONIES IM ! AND THE WAY SHE PUT THE ORIGINAL RECORDING UNDERNEATH AT 4:25 IM CRYING HER BABY VOICE IS SO
nothing new ft phoebe bridgers tv.... it's giving phoebe and not Taylor, not rlly my vibe but i love them both
babe tv LOVE IM OBSESSED
my airpods died and I am tired i will finish tomorrow besties
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Strap in Ender because I got cha
(to make it easier I'll put the ones I can think of in this ask but if I think of more I'll give you more)
Nov/Gaz our boys
Burned
Electrocuted
Puke
Pain
Cigarettes
Music
Cartoons
Kids
Cookies
Fist fight
Screaming
Shepherd (I had to I'm sorry)
Dreams
Ghillies
Sniper
Drinking
Drunk
That's all I got right now
- Your friendly neighborhood Nov Price
Ps. Your precious 💕
I CAN ALWAYS TAKE MORE
thisll be under a read more bc I fucking love writing other people’s ocs for whatever reason
Burned: Gaz always kissed Nov’s burns when would try to light a cigarette, fix a wire during a mission, or hell even when he cooked. Nov might give a smile or roll his eyes depending on what situation was, but he always appreciated it.
Electrocuted: What would be Nov’s least favorite way to die? Lightning and getting electrocuted. Who would want to be fried like that? No one. Nov will sometimes refuse to go out into a storm if it’s lightning and thundering. Gaz will take his hand and force-guide him out if need be though.
Puke: One bad case of food poisoning took out everyone in the base except Price, he was allergic and just didn’t eat it. Gaz and Nov sat on the ground next to each other complaining about their stomachs hurting the entire time
Pain: Despite both of them having high pain tolerances, neither enjoy it. Gaz hates getting rope burn from having to slide out of a helicopter and Nov hates getting scrapes and scratches, they hurt too much for being so small.
Cigarettes: Gaz tried to get Nov to break the habit, but almost ended up smoking himself. Nov tried smoking Price’s cigars but the smoke was just too thick for him to handle funnily enough. Gaz also never complained about the smell of smoke...
Music: On base if you don’t have your own music then you’re stuck with marching cadences and chants. Nov likes to sing silently to himself, making Gaz smile and ask what he’s saying thats so interesting.
Cartoons: Mind numbing is what Gaz calls it. Interesting and educational is what Nov calls it. Price sticks with Gaz and turns the tv to whatever sports team is playing then.
Kids: Gaz wasn’t really into the idea of being a dad, but Nov mightve adopted one when he retired. They both like children plenty, especially when Gaz got to show off his shooting and fruit slicing skills.
Cookies: Cookies and other snacks can be hard to come by. Gaz always gives his to Nov under the table and Nov always repays with a smile and a side hug.
Fist fight: What I wouldn’t give to see these two spar for fun. Gaz would be quick and nimble while Nov would give a powerful punch. Sometimes they’ll turn at the same time and end up sitting on each other in the ring before laughing.
Screaming: a bloodcurdling scream could be heard for miles around when Nov found Gaz’s body. Nov grabbed Price’s pistol and didn’t bother with shooting Zakhaev, he just threw the gun at his face before tackling him.
Shepherd: my oh my was Nov not a fan of Shepherd from the get-go. Those eyes reminded him a little too much of Zakhaev. And seeing Roach and Ghost reminded him a little too much of Gaz.
Dreams: Nov has had a recurring dream where he and Gaz are just climbing a tree, like a race. They never get to the top and the dream is always peaceful.
Ghillies: Gaz never went on a ghillie mission, those were designated for the FNG, Price, and Nov :). God how Nov hated them, especially making the suits and trying to situate it properly onto his sniper.
Sniper: Gaz would have to help Nov calibrate and adjust his sniper rifle every. Single. Time. No matter how often he did it he couldn’t do it right. Now was this just a ploy by Nov to get Gaz to stand right behind him and put his hands over his? Maybe. But he’d never tell
Drinking: Nov would often times have a beer with Gaz at the end of a long day, it was easy to come by and neither would have to deal with hangovers the next morning.
Drunk: Price would chew them out when they did get drunk- because it almost always meant they were playing jokes and pranks on Price- but it never stopped Nov from showing Gaz a bottle of vodka he bartered from Nikolai
(if you want to use these as prompts or do whatever with em, feel absolutely free I’d be honored)
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