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localtelephonebooth · 4 months

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Thoughts on Kieran’s relationship with Ogerpon as a previously obsessive teenager:

(I did not proof read this. I just woke up, had the urge, and now it’s here.)

Kieran, to me, is a very relatable character. He is a shy, and quiet teenager in a small town. He lacks friendships and possibly meaningful connections with those who do spend time with him. He’s probably isolated due to the fact that he lacks a phone. Any friends he does make are likely school based only. So, Kieran latches on to anything he can to feel less alone in life. And of course he latches onto Ogerpon. Ogerpon is just like him. A sad “monster” all isolated and alone in the mountains. I’m certain that Kieran has fantasized about meeting Ogerpon and getting into wild adventures with her. I did the same thing with characters I enjoyed.

Princess Luna, for example (sorry to whiplash anyone with that), was a character I heavily related to. She was alone and isolated due to her previous actions. She struggled with fitting in and having a healthy relationship with her sister for awhile. To say I didn’t form an obsession with a character who understood my feelings would be a lie. I think Kieran is the same.

He became obsessed with Ogerpon. He become obsessed with the ideas he crafted of him and Ogerpon. In a way, that fantasy was VERY real to him. So when we come around and lie about meeting Ogerpon, and inevitably become friends with her behind his back, of course he freaks out! We stole his fantasy of him and Ogerpon! And that’s the key point here that people tend to not realize. We didn’t steal Ogerpon from Kieran, we just stole his fantasy and made it our reality.

With my obsession with princess Luna (again, whiplash), if anyone said they loved princess Luna it was a fucking attack on me. Princess Luna was my best friend, and she could only love me! Everyone else was just a jealous thief.

As an adult looking back on this mindset, it’s horribly embarrassing. It’s a mindset I carried into my real life, when I actually started making friends, that ruined so much for me. I lost friends because I was so angry that my fantasies were not reciprocated. I really do think Kieran does the same. He grows sad and frustrated over what happened with Ogerpon. His fantasy is just a fantasy, and that’s fucking with him. So naturally, he finds a new fantasy to, hopefully in his mind, make a reality. And so he chose battling and winning against you. The thing we used to “steal” Ogerpon away from him (Even though Kieran technically suggested battling for Ogerpon, I don’t doubt he used it to rationalize why she didn’t want to come with him). To him, being the best battler will solve everything. Kieran will get his revenge, he’ll finally be recognized, everyone can’t lie to him because they fear or admire him, and he’ll prove to Ogerpon he was the right choice.

Now, I want to say something about Kieran. A detail that, for whatever reason, people don’t like to acknowledge: He’s just a kid.

I’m not saying “He’s a widdle baby. He can do no harm!” No, Kieran’s an asshole. He became a bully. I can have empathy for his emotions, but not excuse his actions. He’s a dumb and entitled teenager with issues. And, quite obviously, he doesn’t really have a way to deal with his issues in a healthy manner (seriously, his school is based solely on battling. Anyone who’s going or gone to a specialized school can understand how toxic people can get in that type of environment. And don’t even get me started on the incompetence of the adults in Kieran’s school).

Kieran is a teenage boy growing up right now. He’s got a lot to work through, and a lot of people he’s gotta confront about his behavior. He was an asshole, a bully, and genuinely a bad person for minute. But that doesn’t mean he isn’t growing past that. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve recognition for his growth. You can recognize someone has changed and not forgive them.

Kieran is a really intriguing character and holds a valuable lesson in obsession. And I really wish people would recognize that he’s not just an irredeemable prick or an innocent little guy. He’s a kid learning. He’s going to make really stupid and bad mistakes. Just like how I, and probably you reading this, did.

Anyways, hopefully we see him interact with the Area Zero buddies. I think those three have amazing lessons that Kieran can learn from. Maybe Kieran can teach them a few things too!

#pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #the teal mask #the indigo disk #pokémon #pokemon kieran #kieran #ogerpon #hey thanks for reading my rambles!#I’m really hoping with the epilogue that gamefreak doesn’t use the peach to excuse his actions #but I think the peach only enhances negative emotions that were already there #idk we’ll have to see!#hopefully the writing isn’t too incoherent

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cyberkitty1 · 11 months

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pt 2/2 of the crybaby reader x earth42 Miles Morales

MAJOR MAJOR spoilers!! read with caution.

i said tomorrow night but I worked my butt off to get it done today!!

Aaron makes his way to Miles and room not even bothering to knock, I mean why would he? He just watched his nephew make his own girlfriend who would do anything for him cry. He was beyond furious.

“So now we are just going around making people cry?” Miles smirks at him “man I am literally the prowler? all i make people do is cry and beg for their life” he says almost laughing.

Aaron sighs pinching the bridge of his nose.” you are not supposed to let your job interfere with your normal life, you know that. Now you’re chasing your girl, the girl your supposed to love away? are you serious?”

Miles looks at him annoyed “ why wouls you care all she ever does is cry, shes happy she cries, shes mad she cries, shes sad she cries, man even when shes bored she cries. its annoying” he says holding his face in his hands.

Aaron walks to the bed and sits next to him. He’s never been put in this situation so he doesn’t know what to say. “ you’re dad was a lot better doing this than i ever was.” Miles visibly stiffens, this was the first time he’s brought up his dad since his funeral.

“ Miles I know you have been through a lot, more then i ever will but that doesn’t give you a reason to act that way towards her, she only wants whats best for you and she loves you with everything shes got. I would kill for a person like that to be in my life. I know you reacted like this because you feel you don’t have anyone to talk to but i’m always here man you know this.”

He wrapped an arm around his shoulder.” So don’t be taken your anger out on your girl she just loves you ok?” Miles sighs realizing, he was way to harsh in you you shouldn’t have been ignoring you and now he feels like a fool.

“ Yea, ill talk to her tomorrow” Aaron smiles, “ good I don’t need the only person who can get you to open up gone, now do i?” he says laughing a bit.

* Next Morning *

You didnt get a wink of sleep that night you where thinking about all the things you could have done to upset him that much. You werent mad just confused, confused as to why he would react that way. Of course you will still love him but this still hurt.

You were lost in thought when you realize someone texted you, it was Miles? You wasted no time to open it.

miles. can you come over later today?

you. yea

miles. dress comfortable

you were nervous, was he breaking up with you? You had no idea what to expect with how you guys left everything yesterday there was many directions this could go.

Hours later ( im lazy )

You got ready and made your way over to his place. Knocking on the door he answered “hola cariño ven conmigo” he helped you in with a warm smile taking your hand. Shutting the door behind you he led you into his bedroom sitting you down on his bed. He stood looking at you kind of nervous? he started:

“Voy a decir esto en español para que todo salga bien. Te amo mucho y siento mucho haberte tratado de una manera que nunca te mereces. Lamento haberte hecho llorar y haberte hecho sentir que hiciste algo mal. Todo lo que haces es amarme y tratarme bien, pero yo te traté como si no me importara. Y por eso lo siento mucho y espero que lo encuentres en tu corazón para perdonarme.”

(I'm going to say this in Spanish so that everything goes well. I love you very much and I am so sorry that I treated you in a way that you never deserve. I'm sorry I made you cry and made you feel like you did something wrong. All you do is love me and treat me right, but I treated you like I didn't care. And for that I am very sorry and I hope that you find it in your heart to forgive me.)

You waited and listened to him through and through and when he was done you spoke. “ Miles I will forever love you, you know that. I know that you are going through something but why didn’t you tell me? why don’t you talk to me? why wont you let me in?” you said holding his hands.

“No quería que pensaras menos en mí, que me consideraras débil.” You look at him sympathetically “ Miles I would never, never ever think of you as weak ok? Whenever you need me I will be there with you, I love you miles so much.” and with that, you were crying.

(“I didn't want you to think less of me, to consider me weak.”)

“mi princesa por favor no llores odio cuando lloras” he said wiping your tears away “ I know and i’m sorry that i’m always crying about everything i know it annoys you” you say sniffling. He feeling you pulling at his heart strings, feeling the worse he has felt since his father’s passing.

("My princess please don't cry I hate when you cry"’)

“ahora me tienes a punto de llorar mami, te quiero mucho y me arrepiento de haberte dicho que te encontré una llorona. Nunca debí haberte dicho eso, eres mi todo, ¿lo sabías? Debería disculparme contigo, lamento haberte tratado de esa manera, ¿me perdonarías?” He said with tears in his eyes.

(“Now you have me about to cry mommy, I love you very much and I regret having told you that I found you a crybaby. I never should have told you that, you are my everything, you know that? I should apologize to you, I'm sorry I treated you that way, would you forgive me?")

You held his face looking into his eyes with so much adoration. “ Miles I will forever love you, I forgive you, I will forgive you ten times over.” You said resting your head on his. After a few minutes he wipes his tears saying “ I forgot I wanted you to watch a movie with me if you forgave me.” You smile at him giving him a kiss.

“ Thank you Miles,i appreciate it all.” he sighs “ Ma, stop saying stuff like that I need to be saying sorry to you” he says looking you in your eyes.

And with that he sits on his bed back against the headboard with you tucked into his side, eating snacks and watching your favorite movies.

( this or this )

He suddenly turns to you and says “te amo mas que la cantidad de estrellas en el cielo” he says looking into your eyes. You turn to him resting your hand ok his face, hearing your voice that sounds like honey.

("I love you more than the number of stars in the sky")

“yo tambien te amo mi principe”

( "I love you too my prince")

Part 3 of the earth 42 Miles spoiling you will be done as soon as I can 🙏🏾

A/n: overlook the fact that i spelt honey as hunny 😔 ( its changed now)

#earth 42 miles #earth 42 miles morales x reader #fluff #atsv x reader #earth 42 #earth 42 miles morales #miles morales #miles morales x reader #i hope you like it #i really tried #comfort #angst #fluffy

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moonstruckme · 7 months

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You’re poly!marauders writings literally soothe my anxiety I love it so much. Could I please request poly!marauders comforting reader the night before a big presentation she’s super anxious for because she hates public speaking. I feel like they’d be so soft and encouraging when they realise how sad and anxious she is about it. You’re the best lovely 💗💖🩷

Thanks sweetheart!

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 957 words

James erupts in applause as you click to the final slide, and Sirius sticks his fingers in his mouth, whistling loudly.

“Fantastic job!” James gushes, fawning. “Never seen anything like it. Will this presentation be considered for a nobel prize?”

“It ought to be,” Remus agrees, also clapping, albeit more normally. “That was great, dove. They’re gonna love it.”

“Are you sure?” You look to the screen uncertainty. “The ‘thank you’ slide isn’t too informal?”

“No,” Remus confirms. “I think it’s the perfect way to signal that you’re done.”

“But did I talk too fast? I do that sometimes.”

He gives you an odd look. “Did you think you were talking too fast?”

You shrug, looking at your pajama bottoms like there’s something interesting down there. “I can’t always hear it myself. Maybe I should run it through one more time, and you can let me know?”

“Wait, again?” Sirius sounds slightly alarmed. “This is a very interesting topic, but I think six practice rounds is probably enough. What, are you gonna give us a test or something?”

You cringe. “Sorry, I don’t mean to keep you captive. I can practice it by myself.”

You close your laptop, thinking of going to your room, but James says, “Wait, sweetheart, why do you think you need to run through it so many times? It seems like you’ve got it.”

“I just need it to be, like, muscle memory,” you reply. “A lot of the time, once I get up there, I sort of…it’s almost like I can’t think anymore, and if I don’t know the presentation super well I won’t know what to say.”

“I don’t think you need to worry as much as you are.” James’ voice has gone soft in that way he does when he wants to be extra kind. “Every time you’ve run through it tonight, it’s been flawless.”

You scoff. “Yeah, because it’s just you guys.”

“Oi,” Sirius pipes up, faux indignant. “I’ll have you know we are the most critical audience you’ll ever meet. If you can do it in front of us, those dolts will be no problem.”

“Yeah, don’t be nervous.” James gives you a smile. “You’re going to do great.”

“That’s a lot easier said than done,” you sigh.

Remus pats the arm of his chair, and you abandon your laptop, letting him pull you into his lap. Your boyfriends have the ability to bring emotions you didn’t even know you had straight to the surface, and you feel unexpectedly teary as he kisses your temple. “Would it make you feel better if we came to watch tomorrow?” he asks lightly.

You give him a small, sad smile. “Thanks, but even if you did, everyone else would still be there. It’d be a pointless trip for you.”

“Not if you could have a hug afterwards.” He sets his chin atop your head like he’s going to make you a fortress out of his own body. “Or if you just want support in the audience, we don’t mind.”

“I appreciate it,” you reply, “but I’ll be okay. I just need to get it down so that I don’t mess up.”

“And what if you do mess up?” Sirius asks, characteristically blunt. “Would it really be the worst thing in the world?”

You blush, and Remus rubs your upper arm comfortingly. “No,” you admit. “It would just be embarrassing. It would kind of ruin my day, to be honest.”

Sirius nods, looking at you evenly. “But then you get to come home, and it’ll be over. Maybe we can get you a treat or something to have tomorrow evening after you get home. That way you get a reward no matter what.”

You fidget in Remus’ hold, and you know they’re not going to like what you’re thinking, but you say it anyway. “I won’t deserve a reward if I mess up, though.”

“That’s not true,” James fires back instantly. “The reward doesn’t have to be only for if you give your presentation without a single hitch. It could just be for trying.”

You’re quiet, pleading silently for a change in topic. Remus drops another kiss on the side of your head. “You’ve worked hard on this, dovey. It’s really good, and even if everything doesn’t go as planned tomorrow, you still put a lot into it,” he pauses, stooping his head so you’re looking at him. “You deserve to feel good about yourself.”

You try to shrink, but he won’t let you, trapping you with an immovable arm around your shoulders. Remus is strong when he wants to be. He raises his eyebrows, a tiny smirk playing on his lips, until you smile.

“Okay, you’re right,” you capitulate, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Thank you guys.”

“Maybe it’d help if you got the presentation off your mind and just relaxed for the rest of the night,” James suggests. “There’s no point in fixating on it anymore, you’ve done all you can.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” you say, and then Sirius is squishing into you and Remus’ chair, sitting half on top of both of you.

“Our poor baby,” he whines, words muffled against your cheek. “I’m sorry I made fun of your practice, sweetpea. I didn’t know you were so nervous.”

You laugh as he moves down to your neck. “It’s okay, it’s—quit, that tickles!”

Sirius ignores you, pecking relentlessly up and down your neck as Remus struggles to keep the both of you from falling off the armchair. “You’re going to do so good,” he promises ardently. “You know that, right?”

“She doesn’t even have to know it,” James speaks for you as you gasp for breath between giggles. “We know well enough to make up for her.”

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mushroomwarning · 1 month

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A sorta long post on why I believe Lightbulb SHOULDN’T win season 2 and instead, the other three should be the candidates for winners

Before I start this off, PLEASE DONT BE MEAN TO ME WAUGHHH I’m just respectfully sharing my thoughts as someone who loves writing and I don’t even hate Lightbulb. I just don’t think she would make a good winner to make the story feel satisfied! So this isn’t LB neg, okay? Also keep in mind, I haven’t seen S2 in a hot minute so maybe I might get SOME things wrong but I’ll try my best to go on with my side.

Lightbulb

To start off, I’ll say it, Lightbulb as the possible winner of II S2 will be the most predictable and bland of the four possible contenders. Out of the four, she’s the one who’s managed to get the most out of the show, new friends, enjoyable experiences, a new pet, etc. She also has gotten a lot of screen time ( I think? ) and is a fan favorite for her wackiness n such. Yeah, she’s a little sad her friends are gone but she could always go and be with them if she just quit.

Her friends are waiting for her, honestly I’d say that’s a prize enough For her story, being able to go back and be with her friends, enjoying her time with them without worrying about the game anymore. She’s shown to be distraught with TT leaves, just go and be with your friends to stop being in this game that’s made people way more miserable. She’s got the winner attitude but it’s just. Boring. Predictable. Something that would not be that fun by a story standpoint tbh, at least in my opinion

The other three, I feel would make great winners in their own ways.

Baseball

I’ll start with Baseball, definitely an underdog and a guy nobody expects to win. That’s why he would be a wild card as a possible winner! It would shatter people’s expectations completely, but here’s the twist…If Baseball were to win, it could possible tie back into his story with Nickel. with Baseball probably thinking Nickel would pressure him to share the prize with him and his thoughts of how much of a doormat he’s been for others, Baseball could make his own decision without others influencing him, giving up the prize and giving it to the second place winner, which could be Suitcase or Knife it doesn’t matter.

THAT WOULD BE COOL WOULDN’T IT? Something that ties together Baseballs story thematically eh eh?

Knife

Anyways, Now onto Knife. He’s different from the other three in that, while he hasn’t lost anything like Suitcase or Baseball ( if I remember correctly), unless you count his dignity, he hasn’t gained anything either, unlike Lightbulb. He’s very much a pretty intelligent and strategical person, very much someone who could easily win if it played his cards correctly. There’s also a bit of a lesson he learns from S1 to S2, due to Trophy.

He learns to become less rash, mellowing out after Trophy gave him a bit of a reality check to the way he acts, even if the way he showed him wasn’t the best in the slightest, Knife learns to control his temper, mellowing out and instead uses his smarts to advance more in the game without relying on others and even gives advice to people Like Suitcase, Pickle and Microphone as he goes on.

He learns to be a better person and would honestly make a good contender for first, to reward him for his growth and change, or maybe second place if you want to show his new found humbleness in regards to his emotions

Suitcase

As for suitcase, while she’s sort of predictable as well, she isn’t as predictable as Lightbulb due to the events that she’s gone through and honestly is sort of the most deserving thematically to win out of everyone. Unlike Lightbulb, she’s lost a lot, not really gaining many friends excluding Balloon and gained mental health issues due to the treatment Nickel was giving her. This game has not treated her well in the slightest and she gains growth as time goes on, learning to stand up for herself and speak on her own.

She very much deserves the prize but at the same time, I don’t think she would care if she won or lost. She’s lost a lot and learned from her experiences in the game

Conclusion!

BUT YES. these are my reasons for why Lightbulb should not win. The others have very nice thematic reasons for why they could win but Lightbulb basically gained way WAYY more then they have out of the experience

But yeah, my ranking would go

Lightbulb- not a winner, Fourth place

Baseball - First place ( gives up prize) or Third

Knife - First or Second place

Suitcase - First or Second place too

#sorry if the grammar or spelling is off #object show community #osc #inanimate insanity #ii lightbulb #ii baseball #ii suitcase #ii knife #please be nice and respectful on your opinions..#Martin nonsense

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bless-my-demons · 7 months

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Redamancy: Chapter Twenty-One

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: More angst, but of the wolfy-variety!

Notes: I know I said two chapters before Jasper, but I had to fit this one in which is why I’m posting out of my normal window. Trust the process when it comes to why I did what I did this chapter lol and if you don’t spot it, everything will be fine (famous last words). Honestly I think I’m just healing inner me with how I wish conversations should’ve happened in the movie lol

Word Count: 2401

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• March 8th, 2006 • Home •

Reader

Time starts to pass by a little easier with Quil, the quiet isn’t as deafening even when there’s a comfortable silence. I think the same could be said for Quil, since all of his Rez friends have gone AWOL.

Our days are usually spent under blankets on my couch, watching movies and just being present for each other. Plus, there’s not much to do in this tiny ass town anyways.

“Heard anything?” I ask him tentatively, hopefully.

He shakes his head solemnly in response, eyes never leaving the tv. The fact that he doesn’t even want to talk about Jake or Embry twists a new little knife in my gut.

“I’m okay, Y/n/n.” The grin doesn’t quite reach his eyes and I hate it.

“It’s okay to miss them, I know it’s hard to be stuck with just me now-”

“Don’t.” He reaches over to grab my ankle since I’m facing him on the couch and drags it to his lap, “You’re here and they’re not. I was friends with them longer and they ditched me for other dudes. I’m where I want to be.”

“You don’t have to hold it all in, I’m familiar with that feeling.” I nudge his hand with my socked foot to get him to look at me. “What good am I if I don’t therapize you too?”

“That would insinuate I do anything for you, you won’t talk about him.” His gaze levels on me and I’m caught red handed.

“There’s not much to it, I-I loved him and he’s gone. End of story.” I pick at the loose strings on my blanket, the topic hard for me to meet his eyes.

“There’s everything to it.” He squeezes my foot, “Not end of story, you deserve to vent just as much as I do. You don’t need to feel guilty for grieving him, heartache is a real bitch.”

“Heartache is a bitch, huh?” I huff a laugh as I try to breathe through the tears that want to spring up.

“Y/n, I’m the loneliest guy on the planet. In the male friends department and the girlfriend department, don’t make fun of me.” His lighthearted tone trying and failing to make light of his situation.

“We’re just fucked, aren’t we?” His brown eyes meet mine as we commiserate in our collective sadness.

His head drops back against the back of the couch, “Beyond comprehension, my dear Y/n/n.”

• March 11th, 2006 • Home •

Reader

My finger hovers over a text to Quil, asking him to come over, when I get a call from my other best friend.

“Bells, hey-”

“I need backup.” Her request draws me up short. “I’m going to the Rez-I need to see Jacob.”

“Bella, he’s with Sam now-”

“I don’t care anymore, you in?” She presses.

“I was in the second you called, I’ll be waiting outside.”

“Good, because I’m almost there.” Hanging up the phone, I grab a jacket and my shoes.

So much for the first day of Spring Break, might as well start it off with a bang.

•March 11th, 2006 • Quileute Indian Reservation•

Reader

Bella slid to a stop in Jacob’s driveway and both of us hopped out, memories of bike-building settling like a weight in my stomach. It wasn’t even that long ago and I miss it, I miss Jacob.

Bella knocks on the glass pane of his front door and Billy Black answers, “Bella?”

“I need to see him.”

“He-,” glancing between us briefly, “he’s not in.” The lie blatantly obvious.

“I’m sorry,” Bella pushes past his wheelchair and inside the house, “I really need to see him.”

I remain awkwardly on the front porch, torn between not wanting to intrude or following my friend.

“Bella!” Billy’s warning is ineffective as she storms to Jacob’s room.

Just when the situation couldn’t possibly get worse, I spot four shirtless figures emerging from the forest by the house, Sam’s group.

I hear the back door open and shut and I just know it’s Bella.

I sprint around the house to catch up to her, “Bella!” But my warning falls on deaf ears, she’s on a warpath for the boys. “Shit.” I mutter under my breath.

Stomping up to the tallest - Sam, “What did you do?” She pushes his chest, hard. “What did you do, huh? What did you do to him?!”

“Hey - watch it!” The other two guys plus Embry shout as they step up around their leader.

“Easy.” The word is more of a growl than anything and it causes the hair on the back of my neck to rise.

If this comes to a fight, we’re fucked.

“He didn’t want this!” Her desperation pulls at my heart.

“What did we do? What did he do? What did he tell you?” The questions from the guy to Sam’s right are rapid-fire, his anger clearly volatile.

“He tells me nothing, because he’s scared of you!”

The same guy barks out a laugh, clearly he finds her concern for Jacob silly.

“Bella, let’s go home-” but my plead immediately goes unheard because she throws a fucking right hook for the guys face, son of a bitch.

“Too late now.” Another guy jokes, clearly enjoying the situation.

“Bella, get back!” Sam orders, trying to diffuse the situation as this guy begins to shake.

I grab her arm and we slowly start to retreat for her truck, too scared to turn and take our eyes off of the angry male.

“Bella…” I whisper, unsure of what to do.

“Paul! Calm down now.” The authority in Sam’s voice rings through the backyard, but it’s too late somehow.

The shaking and heavy breathing from Paul leads to a transformation that snatches my breath from my body - a wolf. And not just any wolf, a wolf from the fucking meadow. A wolf that saved us from Laraunt, now standing before us where Paul was.

Where Paul was.

Paul is a wolf. A really big one at that - a really big angry one.

Anger directed at Bella and by association, me. The death grip I have on her fucking arm has to be painful, but the menacing look in his eyes shocks me to my bones.

Bella moves before I do, using my tight grip on her to yank me into action with her as she makes for Jacob’s house.

“Bella! Y/n!” Jake yells, clearing the back porch railing in one leap, sprinting for us.

“Run! Jake, run!” Bella screams back at him, but he charges towards us anyways.

He jumps last minute before he reaches us and I trip trying to follow his path with my eyes before-

Before he turns into a fucking wolf too.

Jacob Black, our best friend, is a wolf? I mean, vampires are definitely a thing, but wolves?

Squaring off with Paul, both the russet-colored wolf and the silver-grey wolf launch for each other. Snapping and snarling as they roll into the woods, my heart painfully thumps in my chest, Jacob.

“Hey, take the girls back to Emily’s place.” Sam orders Embry and the last remaining male, both of them jogging over to us.

“I guess the wolf’s out of the bag.” They joke, ushering us up and towards Bella’s truck.

They’re wolves, Sam’s gaggle of Rez boys are fucking wolves. Jacob is one of them and so is Embry, what about Quil? Is this why they’ve ditched him, ditched us? Wolves can’t be friends with humans? What do I even tell him, or should I tell him anything?

My mind is racing a million miles an hour in the span of seconds with questions I desperately need answers to.

Embry holds open the passenger side door to Bella’s truck with a smile and I walk right past his invitation to climb in the bed with the newly acquainted Jared.

“Y/n, that’s not safe-”

“I’ll be fine.” I don’t even spare a glance at him with my monotone answer, I’m mad at him for how he’s treating Quil.

Jared raises his eyebrows and quirks a grin. “Feisty, I like it.”

Embry huffs as he shuts the door behind Bella and rounds the truck for the driver’s side, “Don’t encourage her, man.”

• March 11th, 2006 • Uley Residence •

Reader

“Hey I think we should go back and see if Jacob’s okay.” Bella rolls down her window as the rest of us hop out of her truck.

“I hope Paul sinks some teeth in him, serves him right.” Jared quips to Embry.

“No way! Jacob’s a natural, you see him phase on the fly? I got five that says Paul doesn’t even touch him.” Embry argues, “C’mon in Bella! We won’t bite.”

“Speak for yourself.” Jared jokes and I shove him as we turn to walk inside.

“Oh hey, about Emily - Sam’s fiancé? Don’t stare, it bugs Sam.” Embry warns both of us before following Jared.

“Why would we stare?” Bella asks and I shrug, just as confused.

“You guys hungry? Like I have to ask.” The female in the kitchen asks the boys, laughing at what must be an inside joke. “Who’s this?” She asks after turning around, glancing between us.

“Bella Swan and Y/n Y/l/n.” Jared answers her.

“Hmm… So, you’re the vampire girl-well, girls.” I instantly admire her easy-going vibe, diving straight in to acknowledge the elephant in the room to get it over with.

“So you’re the wolf girl?” Bella asks in return, accepting her olive branch.

“Guess so,” smiling to herself, she picks up the largest platter I’ve ever seen of muffins, “Well, I’m engaged to one.” Snatching both Embry and Jared’s hands as they reach- “Save some for your brothers! And ladies first, muffin?” It’s comical, the way she mothers them.

“Thank you, Emily.” I smile at her and sit across from Jared, the muffin still warm from the oven.

“Leave it to Jacob to find a way around Sam’s gag order.” Emily scoffs, not surprised.

“Umm, he didn’t… Say anything to us.” Glancing at me, Bella explains.

“That’s a wolf thing, alpha’s orders get obeyed whether we want ‘em to or not. Oh and check it out - we can hear each other’s thoughts.” Embry brags and I gape, this is all fucking wild.

“Would you shut up! These are trade secrets - damnit, these chicks run with vampires!” Jared’s frustration is lighthearted as he admonishes Embry for giving away some of their abilities.

“Can’t really run with vampires,” Emily and I chuckle at the boys not quite catching on, “Because they’re fast.”

“Yeah? Well we’re faster. Freaked out yet?”

“You’re not the first monsters we’ve met.”

“Jake’s right, you’re good with weird.” Sam nods at us, beelining for Emily as soon as he steps in the door. He presses kisses to her lips and then all over her face, causing her to giggle. The obvious display of affection carving out my heart just a little bit more - looking away I set my muffin down, no longer hungry.

Pushing and shoving each other, Paul and Jacob finally show - unhurt and brotherly even. They just beat the shit out of each other and they’re tighter than ever? Boys.

“Sorry.” Paul apologizes and flashes what has to be his signature smile at both of us.

I catch Jacob jerking his head towards the door and Bella follows, probably off to explain this whole entire shit show. I turn my gaze to Embry and level a glare on my former friend, waiting for him to say something.

“You going to let me explain? Or are you going to look at me like you’d like to castrate me until Bella gets back?” Embry stares right back, munching on another muffin.

“Jared?” I look at him sweetly and he grins, “take me home?”

Embry stands so quick and his chair teeters dangerously on two legs for a moment. “Y/n.” His tone is hard, done with this game.

“Embry.” I match him back.

He walks out the front door and it drags me from my own chair, this blowout long overdue.

“You know now and you’re still fucking mad at me?” He turns, leaning against Bella’s truck and folding his arms.

“I don’t even know where to start, Embry!” I yell at him exasperated. “You ditched us, you ditched your longest running best friend-”

“I had no choice!”

“He’s struggling-”

“I’m struggling!” His eyes are wild and his hands have a slight shake, “Cutting everyone out has been the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever done! I can’t tell anyone, can’t see anyone, can’t do what I want to do anymore! I belong to this Reservation, to this pack, to Sam now. He says jump, I ask how high. He says keep your mouth shut, I cut everyone out. It’s how it has to be.”

“Embry, that’s no way to live.” My heart breaks for his situation.

“It’s in my blood and not something I can opt out of, Y/n/n. Besides, they’re my brothers now and they need me as much as I need them.”

I surge forward to hug him, “I’m still mad at you for Quil.”

“I missed you too.” I hear his grin as I hug him tight. “You can’t tell him though.”

Immediately I retreat, “What?”

“It’s a tribe secret, the pack is sacred and must be protected.”

“He wouldn’t done anything to endanger-”

“It doesn’t matter, anyone on the outside has to stay on the outside. It’s not like I don’t want to, he’s my best fucking friend. But he doesn’t have a need-to-know.”

“Embry-”

“I can’t argue with you about this, please drop it.” His wide eyes plead with me and I surrender.

“Okay, okay. Consider it dropped.” I mime like I’m locking my lips closed and I toss the invisible key over my shoulder.

“Good,” throwing an arm over my shoulder, he leads me back inside, “Now you can hang with the big dogs.”

“Okay I’m going to need you to not make stupid jokes about this situation.” But I laugh anyways, I miss this - him.

I smile to myself, happy to finally have people back in my life that I thought were gone for good. I still feel the massive hole in my chest, but the pain is on the back burner for now.

At least until I’m alone again.

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s0lam33y · 3 months

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gone girl (Shuriri week: comfort)

a/n: I stay posting these sleep fics but listen, bro...I'm sleep-deprived okay? Damn. @shuririweek @neptoons1998 @mal-urameshi

“Come here,” Riri murmurs, half asleep as she pats the space in front of her. She notices the small gulp in Shuri’s throat as she stands by the doorframe. They hadn’t spoken since their morning, and after a short argument in the lab, they both needed space from each other. Shri had been rather snappy and refused to open up about anything.

“Shuri, come lay down.” She orders her voice just as soft but with some added firmness. Shuri feels ridiculous, she’s no child but here she is close to tears as she walks towards Riri. They’re arguing still and Shuri feels horrible. It feels like she’s manipulating her, forcing her to feel bad.

Riri swears she hears the faintest sniffle.

“What’s wrong, mama?” Riri questions as she watches Shuri enter the room.

“Baby, please.” Riri pleads and the softness In her tone is all it takes for Shuri to finally settle in next to her. She lays on her side and faces away from her girlfriend. She’s stiff as a rock, the tenseness in her bones heightening by the second.

“Relax, mami. You’re too anxious.” Riri whispers, her voice laced with sleep that Shuri wishes would comfort her. She craves reassurance but she doesn’t feel deserving of it. A soft hand moves below the hem of Shuri’s shirt and rubs at the hard muscle covered by soft skin. She feels Riri’s chin set in the crook of her neck.

“Stop torturing yourself, sweetheart,” Riri speaks into her skin. It makes the Royal freeze.

“It’s nothing,” Shuri exhales so Riri chooses not to mention it directly. People often tell them that the pair are very similar, both extremely brilliant and sometimes stubborn. They understand each other but they’re very different. They handle things differently, Shuri tends to bottle up her feelings while Riri likes to tackle them before they manifest.

“It’s okay. You’re human, we’re going to argue and just because we do, doesn’t mean I don’t want you to not seek me out in moments like these, I fucking love you, all the time. Whether we arguing or not.” Riri speaks, half of her words are slurred but Shuri understands her anyway.

Shuri’s eyes feel irritatingly heavy. She craves sleep. It’s not something that comes easily and the panic attacks don’t help. She’s tried everything from natural teas and remedies to modern supplements and medication. Nothing ever works. She’s desperate for a good night's rest.

“Yknow, for the longest time I was sad about my Dad and Nat. It got really bad, I had nightmares about it almost every night, I think my Mom knew and didn’t say anything.” Riri says, thinking about it is physically difficult but over the years she’s learned to be more comfortable. She doesn’t just tell anyone about her Dad and Natalie.

“My grades dropped low but the worst part for me at the time was that I had this girlfriend…I wish she had broken up me like a regular human being but instead, everyone found out how my Dad and Nat died. Then she cut me off over text and told me I had too much baggage.” Riri murmurs, feeling a tight squeeze around her waist.

“It was high school, so I don’t care too much. But since then, I could never commit to a relationship, I was always too scared that I’m too much to handle.”

Shuri hums, slowly falling asleep at the sound of Riri’s voice.

“I only said that to let you know that this is normal, It’s okay to miss them all the time. I know I do. And I’m not going anywhere, I promise you I’m not so just…don’t think I don’t get you, because I do. I get it, I’m here.” Riri finishes. A gentle wind blows through the room.

“You don’t sleep at all, do you?” Riri asks, soft eyes cracking open as she looks at Shuri. She adjusts so her elbow is pointed against the mattress and uses her hand to hold her up. It makes sense now. She’s always available to call when they’re apart, always texting Riri in the Morning while it’s sunrise here. Riri’s always known that Shuri has trouble sleeping but watching it is different.

“Not really, no, usually I can close my eyes for an hour and a half,” Shuri admits.

“So how do you keep going?”

“The heart-shaped herb has aided me a lot, I go on missions weekly so when I do go, I get exhausted enough to have to sleep.” Shuri exhales, her eyes watering again. She can feel the tears coming and she doesn’t want them to fall.

Right in time, Shuri’s Kimoyo beads chime. She sighs before tapping them.

“Queen Shuri, You have a lab project to finish. 21 percent of it is undone.” Griot reminds her. She starts to get up but a hand on her wrist prevents her from doing so.

“I’ll finish it up.” Riri offers while sitting up.

“What? No-“

“Shuri, Please. Just let me do this. I might as well just help out, I’m not tired and I’ve been sleeping.” Riri insists while standing up, still in a tanktop and MIT sweats. Shuri remains on her side, blinking as slowly as ever. “Thanks,” “Anytime.”

#riri williams #shuri udaku #shuri x riri #shuririweek2024 #shuriri

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imtryingbuck · 8 months

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Strange stranger

~ gif not mine credit to owner ~

Strange stranger

Summary: A strange woman catches the attention of Bucky

Word count: 960

Warnings: A duck is killed but not descripted other than that nothing

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Day after day Bucky notices the woman who sits on the bench near the pond, she always has a little basket placed next to her, sometimes she swings her legs back and forth, sometimes she sits cross legged - just like today.

He finds her strange and ever so beautiful. Due to his super hearing, he can hear her talking to the ducks and swans then putting on a different voice when she answers herself. He will hear her sing ever so softly to herself sometimes. The strange stranger smiles at the strangers going past her, when she doesn’t receive one back she pulls a face at them, the faces she pulls always makes Bucky laugh.

Day after day Bucky’s curiosity about the strange girl grows more intense. And there’s this itch inside of him that wants to talk to her, but he doesn’t know how. Should he just go over and sit on the bench and hope she’ll talk to him? Should he just walk by her and say ‘hi’ - that should get the ball rolling right? It’s been roughly 6 months since he first saw her that sunshiny Tuesday morning. For 6 months he sees her everyday - unless he’s on a mission - and he yearns to talk to her, know her name.

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It’s been 8 days since he saw her, he’s been on a mission. A mission he wished didn’t take 8 long excruciating days, he found himself lost in his own thoughts just thinking about her - wondering about what conversation she’d be having with the ducks and swans, wondering how many people gave her a smile after she gave them one first.

On the ninth day he was up and out early already making his way to the park, he heads straight to where the pond and the strange girl sits. His heart stutters when he looks around the area and sees her usual bench empty.

“Looking for the girl?” A rough voice says from behind him - turning to see Malcom, another regular at the pond - when he nods, Malcom nods his head in the direction of the small wood area “She’s in there. It was a sad day for her yesterday.”

“W-what happened?”

“Something bad, just go over and see her. I’ll see you tomorrow my friend.”

Bucky nods and waves as his feet take him to the location where Malcom said she would be. As he makes his way through the bushes he sees the back of her, kneeling on the ground, he clears his throat making the woman on her knees turn her head.

“You scared me Mr leather” she shoots him a small sad smile. He hates it. The only smile he has ever seen on her beautiful face is the one of happiness.

“I’m sorry. And Mr leather?” His eyebrow cocks up.

“I don’t know your name and you’re always wearing that leather jacket” wiping the soil off her hands on her jeans “I didn’t know Malcom’s name for a very long time, so I called him Mr Moustache - you know because of his moustache?” Her hands gesturing to her mouth.

“Oh” oh really Bucky? “Malcom said something bad happened. Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“Something bad did happen Mr leather. I was here yesterday, and I was feeding the duckies and swans when this man came over who I’ve never seen before and grabbed one of the duckies and-and he killed him. Right in front of me. There was no need for it mr, no need. Mr Green didn’t deserve it he was so nice” The look of pure heartbreak is written all over her face, the tears that roll down her cheeks breaks his heart. How on earth anyone could harm or kill an innocent duck leaves him completely baffled. And the fact that she had named this duck made him angrier than he already was.

“And I haven’t seen you in a long time and i was sad because I thought you had gone to the other park that apparently is better than this one and then what happened to Mr Green and the police didn’t do anything because the man ran off and I just finished making the cross for Mr Greens grave, see. Malcom helped me dig the hole yesterday. Mr Green would have liked you to of been at his funeral but he would understand if you prefer the other park now” For 6 months he truly believed she never noticed him yet she had, she had given him a bizarre name but a name nonetheless, she was even sad about not seeing him for just over a week. She really thought he had gone to a different park and that’s why he wasn’t there, he wasn’t there’s to protect her and Mr Green from this sicko. He should have been there.

“Doll I am sorry I wasn’t there, I had to work. I’m so sorry about what happened to Mr Green, I should have been there to of stopped it” Stepping closer he knelt next to her to get a better look at the cross she had made “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for his funeral”.

“It’s not your fault. You don’t have to be sorry mr leat-“

“It’s Bucky, my names Bucky.”

“Bucky” hearing her trying his name makes his pulse quicken.

“I’m Y/n”

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Months have passed, the strange girl became a good friend of Bucky’s. Today like everyday for the past few months they’re sitting on the bench watching the ducklings play.

“Y/n I was wond-wondering if you maybe would like to go on a date…. with me?”

“I would love too.”

“Thankyou”

“Don’t need to thank me Mr Leather.”

“Ah funny”

~ banners credit goes to @sweetpeapod ~

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tmntxthings · 1 year

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GRACE IDEA

2012 Yandere!Donnie x Ditzy Y/N who’s tots oblivious and just like “aww he means well” or “that’s not weird, it’s normal relationship stuff uwu”

SO ITS JUST BIG SCARY GRRRR AND THEN little bubbly flowery uwu

Bonus points if she ends up in danger and is like, “D-Donn—Dooooonnniiiiieeee!!!!” In like pure fear and Donnie’s heart not only DROPS but MANS IS PISSED. HE IS IRATE!!!

HES FINNA MESS UP WHOEVER ENDANGERED HIS WITTLE SNUUKUMS UWU

Precious

author’s notes: happy friendsgiving my dear @marwhoa <3333 loooook the giffff ;D teehee

warnings: dark au, yandere themes, cursing, violence, possessiveness, manipulation

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When Donatello fell, he fell hard, in love of course. In fact, his emotions were completely forfeit. Not at all his own anymore, but at your command. If you were happy, so was he. If you were laughing, he couldn’t help but join in. Similarly to if you were sad, he’d do just about anything to cheer you up. But when you were afraid, truly frightened? He would protect you, with his all, his whole being.

So when he heard your screams, something akin to rage was what he felt. “Please, just leave me alone!” You cried as you struggled for your bag. “If you’d let go I’d be gone in a jiffy!” The purple dragon goon laughed. He completely ripped the item from your grip. You fell forward, unable to stop your momentum as you collapsed to the cement.

The thug took off. Well, he tried. Donnie had jumped down, staff already in hand as he thwacked the guy straight on the head. He went down like a log and Donnie had a mind to keep going. To show that prick what he should really be afraid of. But you called out to him, a slight wince at the tail end of his name. He had your bag and was next to you in seconds. Villain forgotten, he didn’t matter, only you did. “Donnie, thank you so much!” Tears filled your eyes and he was scooping you up into his arms, cradling you close. “I’m here, don’t cry Y/n” he cooed into your ear as he petted your hair gently.

You didn’t question how he had gotten there so fast. He was your savior, your protector, somehow he was always there. He didn’t think it was necessary for you to know that he felt the need to follow you. To make sure of that safety, he did so whenever he knew you were out… a tracker in your phone alerting him of your movements. The sounds of the goon’s groans made Donnie’s head turn to give an irritated glance. He still hadn’t been able to calm you down. You were so upset because of this shithead’s doing, Donnie’s thoughts warped back to violent threats. As soon as he tended to you, he’d find this guy. And by the time he was through—

“D-donatello?” You sniffed, burying your face into his neck. He blinked, eyes widening at the close proximity. His grip on you tightened, as he hummed in question. “I’m o-okay, you don’t have to hurt him.” You said pulling your head back to meet his gaze. He could stare into those beautiful eyes all day. He wondered if his dark musings had been spoken aloud. “You’re too sweet, but-” he turned his head back to the thug. ``-he doesn’t deserve your kindness!” And before you could stop him, he kicked the guy straight in the jaw.

The villain slumped back to the ground, completely unconscious, no more annoying ass groaning. “Donnie!” You exasperated. “He’ll be fine, he’ll just sleep out here tonight. Where he belongs, with the trash.” Donnie added for good measure, his anger only dissipating when your hands reached up to cradle his cheeks. “Dee take me home,” you sighed. It was like a mental whiplash. One moment he could kill a man, and the next all he could think about was tucking you into bed and kissing your forehead.

He could only nod in response. His sheepishness taking over as one of your thumbs gently rubbed back and forth on his cheek in a comforting manner. He just knew his face was turning a dark green. He made sure to cough when an urge to chur came along. He easily carried you all the way to your home. Your apartment is only on the second floor so the climbing hadn’t been too bad.

“What did I tell you about keeping your window unlocked?” Donnie chided as he found that he was able to pull it open. “I thought I had!” Your eyes widened innocently. Donnie blew out a quick irritant breath through his nose. “Don! I promise I really tried to remember!!” You quickly said and he motioned his hand for you to go through first. You managed to not fall by some miracle.

Donnie eased in after you and shut the window silently. “Are you mad?” You asked softly, and when he turned to face you he was met with the most heart wrenching expression. Sad puppy dog eyes that were begging for him to not be angry. “No, I just— you know how I worry.” He sighed, his gaze following as you went to sit on your bed and patted for him to do the same.

He gently placed your bag on the floor and made his way over, truly you had him at your beck and call. Did you know it? How utterly infatuated he was with you? Anytime he was out on a patrol with his brothers he could calculate how far away he was from your place. In miles, in yards, in cubic meters. He wished to be by you at all times so when he sat next to you, there was a feeling close to peace. “Don don,” you started as you grabbed his hands, pulling them into your lap. “I want you to be honest with me,” was it getting hot in here? It was his heart rate skyrocketing as he tried to guess where he had gone wrong.

Well if only counting today, he had knocked someone unconscious.. in front of you. He usually did that when you were out of sight. Second he had been watching you, for most of your nightly errands, safety first! Other than that Donnie was drawing blanks and trying not to sweat since your soft hands were holding his so delicately. “I won’t get mad, I just want honesty above all else,” you made sure to say and he nodded quickly.

“Did you put a tracker in my phone?” Donatello swallowed. Yes. He had. Maybe the second time he had the joy of meeting you? Surely it hadn’t been the first. But he did know, even from first sight, that you were the one he wanted. The one he would do anything for. So maybe even then… he couldn’t remember. “Yes,” he said seriously, “but only because I don’t want anything bad to happen to you!” His eyes waiting for you to give him a disapproving look. “So that’s how you knew where I was!” And you lit up like a Christmas tree, like you had just figured out a Sherlock mystery.

Donnie couldn’t help but find you oh-so-adorable. How long has it been, a couple years? The two of you only started dating three months, one week, five days, and seventeen hours ago. It was Donnie’s favorite mental clock. “What gave me away?” Donatello asked, pretending to be sheepish as he looked down at your adjoined hands. “It wasn’t that hard!! How else could you have found me?” You smiled brightly, completely unaware of all the ways Donnie could track you down. If by some chance you made him take out the tracker, he would’ve used other methods.

“My sweetie pie is getting too smart for her own good!” He teased and leaned in. You were blushing up a storm at the nickname but your eyes shut immediately, lips pursing to meet him. There, right then and there as he kissed you countless times he found his feelings forfeit. Fuck, he’d do anything to stay like this forever. Maybe one day he could make that into a reality. You were starting to see how dangerous it was for you to go outside after all. And he constantly told you how much he worried and cared for your wellbeing.

“Y/n, promise me that you’ll stay with me,” he broke the kiss to plead. You carded your fingers up to his bandana, “Only you Donnie,” you promised. “Forever?” He said after crushing his lips to yours. “Mhm, forever and ever,” and the innocent twinkle in your eyes was blind to his possessive hold on you. You were just too precious.

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blueeyedwriter · 6 months

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You are everything, you are enough - Eren Yeager

Summary : You are pushed too hard during training one session and boyfriend!Eren reassures you afterwards that you are everything, and you are enough. Both as a soldier, and a person.

Notes : Eren fic to switch it up!! This one is much shorter because I still wanted to post something for y’all…but the ideas are definitely stuck somewhere not in my mind so if anyone has any requests please send them my way!! It can be Marvel, AOT, AU, relevant to the show/movie, anything!! 💙 enjoy :)

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You were 99% certain you were about to faint if Levi and Erwin kept pushing you the way they were. You understood that ever since you all found out the real truth about the titans there is a mainland to fight, but you did not understand why you out of everyone was being pushed to their absolute limits.

“Y/N! You need to be faster, because right now all I see is complete fucking laziness!” Levi yelled in your face, and you looked up to him, eyes angry and sweat dripping down your face. You were being fast, you were not being lazy. You were also just fucking exhausted from training over 6 hours without a meal in your system to assist your energy levels. So God forbid that make you a little slower than normal.

Levi glared back at you, but then eased off once he realized the look on your face. You were trying, but you were also tired. Even he could see that, and needed to acknowledge it.

He sighed, “you’re done for the day, get out of my face, brat.”

You stood up tall, waving him off with a, “gladly, Captain,” and walked off, hurrying to get into the comfort of some leggings and a sweatshirt and a big bowl of soup to the face after today.

Eren, Mikasa, and Armin watched as you stormed off, and Levi looked in the direction of his other most strong and respected soldiers.

“I don’t understand why they keep pushing her the way they do,” Armin spoke up, from the bottom of his heart. He worried about you like a brother, and that hasn’t gone away since you’ve all gotten older and gone through more traumatic times side by side.

“She’s strong, she can handle it,” Mikasa was certain.

Eren shook his head, dropping his ODM gear, “just because she’s strong, doesn’t mean she doesn’t deserve a break. I’m gonna go check in on her.”

He was trailing behind you, but no one could have stopped you from the mission of you falling into the comfort of your own space. Eren knew that, so he kept his distance, but was close behind. As soon as you reached your room, tears started to slowly fall down your face. You were in pain as you slowly started lifting your shirt off, small knocks at the door startling you.

“Come in,” you softly spoke, because you were also 99% certain who was at the door.

Your heart became less heavy as Eren opened the door, quietly closing it behind him. He watched as your expression went from sad, to thankful, to safe all within 5 seconds. It wasn’t long until he was rushing over to you, so you could collapse into his arms. You didn’t mean to go from delicately crying to full on sobbing as soon as you reached him, but he was your only safe place to do so with. You had to stay strong, collected in front of everyone else. Ever since you and Eren started dating two years ago, you were allowed to be vulnerable and a complete mess with him if needed.

He held on to you, stroking your hair and whispering sweet nothings in your ear until you were able to control your breathing again. He kissed your forehead and cheeks, waiting until his kisses went from wet to dry.

You looked up at him, his eyes letting you know it was okay to confide in him, even with the darkest of thoughts.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore,” you started.

Eren shook his head, “sweet girl, talk to me. I need more than that.”

“I’m too exhausted, I’m too worn out. Being Levi Squad’s strongest soldiers comes with a burden to bare and to present at all times, no matter the cost,” you almost started crying again at the next sentence, “at this point, I wish a titan would take me out so I could finally just rest.”

Eren was a master at not reacting right away. Even if the words you were saying sliced a gash in his heart, his facial expression’s would never show that. This was about you, not him. And right now, his mission was to help you, not him.

“Listen to me,” he spoke clearly, “if a titan was to suddenly take you out, how would that make me feel? Mikasa, and Armin? Sasha, and Jean? Damn it, even Levi,” okay, now maybe he was getting a little worked up, “we all love you so much, and although we see and expect the best from you sometimes, that does not mean you owe it to us. You owe it to yourself to take a breather, to tell Levi no, to put yourself first and take a day off it that means helping your mental well-being.”

You tried to speak up, but he wasn’t finished.

“We would all not be here if it wasn’t for you. You give us peace by existing and fighting alongside us, and we don’t take that for granted. I do not take that for granted.”

A small smile started to form on your face, reassuring to Eren that what he was saying was helping you, even in the slightest way.

“Why does it feel like I’m just not doing enough?” The smile slowly faded as your thoughts won over your mind again.

Eren moved so you both were sitting on your bed, his arms on your shoulders as he forced your eyes to look into his, “Y/N, you are everything, and you are enough. You are allowed to have one bad day after many good days of loving, fighting, and surviving. Levi and Erwin may push you hard, but it’s because they know you’re worth it. On and off the field, you are worth everything. You got that?”

The smile was back on your face, and you slowly nodded your head. You don’t know how he did it, but Eren always knew what to say at the right moment. It meant everything to you.

“I love you so much,” you whispered, resting your forehead on his, “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“I love you,” he whispered back, “I don’t plan on going anywhere, not until I take my last breath. We are going to get through this, together.”

He planted a small kiss to your lips and allowed you to finally change into those comfy clothes, gripping your hand as you both walked to the kitchen to make big bowls of soup, Eren never once not reminding you that you will always and forever be enough. As a soldier, and as a person.

#eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren x reader #eren aot #eren x you #eren x y/n #eren fanfiction #attack on titan #eren jeager x reader #aot #boyfriend!eren #fluff #eren fluff

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dark-nymph3t · 7 months

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Tw: death, suicide

My mom just died and I’m feeling so many conflicting feelings right now. Like, on one hand she was my adoptive mother, on the other hand she was an awful person who made so many people around her miserable.

I’ve developed an eating disorder, I’ve cut myself, and I’ve even tried to take my own life because of her. She would call me fat, an idiot, a mistake, she hit my dad, she ruined my aunt’s birthday, called my uncle homophobic slurs, was racist against a bunch of people for no reason other than she felt like it, and yet she was still my mom. And a part of me is sad, but another part is relieved because I finally feel free for the first time in my life.

Just because she’s no longer on this Earth doesn’t erase all the pain she caused; I have physical and emotional scars that will never go away and that I will have to deal with for the rest of my life because of her. I had to be an adult as a kid and now I’ve found I’ve grown into a tall child to has to grow up by themself in a world that is often not accommodating or understanding for what people like me have gone through. Just because on paper she was my mother does not mean that she acted like it. I don’t know what happened to her to make her this way, but whatever pain was inflicted on her was not an excuse to inflict it onto others. She didn’t deserve the pain, and I didn’t either.

I owe myself forgiveness, I will never owe you it. I was a child, I didn’t do anything wrong. When I cry I cry for myself and life I could’ve had and the mom I deserved, not you.

So goodbye Mom, and wherever you are I hope you’re a better person because you certainly didn’t act like one while you were still here.

#tw death #tw sui attempt #tw sui #tw parents #text #text post

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natsarrownecklacx · 1 year

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I Love You (Even When It Breaks Me)

Wanda Maximoff x Wife Reader

Word count- 719

Summary- Your love for Wanda is what keeps you going. Sadly, it’s also what pulls you apart.

Warnings- implied character death, grief, denial as a coping mechanism.

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“I love you.” You whisper, the words tumbling from your lips faster than you can catch them. Before you can pull them back, hide them away where no one else will ever hear them.

Wanda’s eyes soften, the adoring look she sends your way melts your heart and breaks it all in one moment. Her hand raises to your face, ghosting over your cheek, just barely touching it.

She smiles at you, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. She looks sad, remorseful, heartbroken. As though she herself is purposefully responsible for your pain. It hurts you to see her like that, you know she would never do anything to intentionally cause you pain.

But she’s still smiling, at least she’s smiling. You’ve always loved her smile. You bring your hand to rest on your cheek, rubbing your thumb over the skin there to hopefully bring her comfort. To show her how much you love her, even if only in a small way.

“Y/n…” She whispers in the space between the two of you, as small as it is. Her one softly spoken word makes the space between you seem impossibly big. As though more than space exists between you, but barriers that neither of you could even begin to understand how to remove.

“Don’t.” You say in response your pleading eyes boring into hers. You know what she’s going to say. But you don’t want her to. You can’t bear the weight her words will leave on you. The inevitable pain they will cause.

“Dekta-“ She tries again, and the look in her eyes is more plausible now, the heartbreak. This hurts her too, you can see that. The evidence of it runs down her cheeks in the form of steadily streaming tears. So why is she doing this?

You don’t want this. She has her reasons, she has to, she always does. But this just seems unnecessarily cruel.

“No please.” You say, the pleading in your voice clear. But you don’t care. You don’t want her to say what she’s going to next, though you can sense it coming like an inevitable heart ace. “It hurts.”

“I know it does Detka, but that’s why I have to say it.”

“But why.” You whisper into the room, shuffling closer to her in a desperate attempt to keep her close. You wrap your arms around her pulling her close to you, trying to get any comfort you can. You bury your head against her chest. The action only serves to bring a teary smile into her face.

“Because honey, if I say it enough, if you let it hurt the way it’s supposed to. Eventually it won’t hurt so much anymore. And you need that Detka. You need to be able to live without this pain.” She mumbles the words against the crown of your head, running her hands through your hair as she does so.

You know she’s right, it’s Wanda after all, she usually is. What she’s saying just sounds so big, so scary. But Wanda has always told you to be brave. That the only thing holding you back from living the life you deserve is fear of trying. And you want to try, now, for her.

“Okay.” You breathe out, your voice barely audible as you do so. You close your eyes, bracing yourself for what you know is to come.

But it doesn’t ease the pain that comes with her next words in the slightest. If anything it only serves to make the reality of what she's saying hit you harder.

“I’m not real.”

Slowing, as her words sink in, the weight of her body in your arms turns to that of a pillow. The strong scent of her shampoo and favorite perfume begins to fade, leaving behind only a faint smell.

Her warmth is gone.

Her voice is gone.

You open your eyes slowly, first looking at your wife’s pillow held tightly against her chest and then to a picture of the two of you on your wedding day on your bedside table.

A choked sob releases itself from your throat, the reality of a mission gone bad coming crashing down on you.

She’s gone. Wanda. Your wife. She’s gone.

And she can’t ever come back to you.

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A/n- My apology comes in the form of chicken nuggets who’s wants some?

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x y/n #Wanda Maximoff x wife!reader #sad Wanda hours

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whumpcereal · 10 months

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"I didn't know," for 5 sentence fics!

Um, so this is way more than five sentences, so we'll tag all the people for this one. Will's mama heads to the hospital...

part of the kennel. follows this five-sentence fic about will's mom. master list here.

content warnings for: hospitals, comatose whumpee, absentee parents

post-rescue, to see you through

“I didn’t know.”

The words are inadequate, and they both know it. There’s nothing that Casey can say that will bring her absolution; she isn’t sure that she wants it anyway. She didn’t want the life she had with Brian; she knew she wasn’t the mother Will deserved. At least, that was the explanation she gave herself. She wasn’t sure that she wanted to be his mother, or anyone’s, in the first place.

And yet, Casey is his mother. It’s an incontrovertible fact. When she looks at Will’s face, sunken though it is, she can see bits and pieces of herself knit with Brian’s features. She’d love to say that it doesn’t matter to her. That it doesn’t matter that the boy in the hospital bed is part of her, that she was absolutely right to walk away, because if it doesn’t matter, why would she have stayed?

But it does matter.

“Of course you didn’t know,” Brian says, his voice low and, Casey thinks, dangerous. It’s different than before. If Brian had ever shown the slightest bit of fight, she might have stayed. But if Brian couldn’t fight for her, at least he is fighting for their son. It’s more than Casey has ever done. “I tried to call you when he went missing, and the number was disconnected.”

“I didn’t know,” she says again. She didn’t know Brian would call, she didn’t know Will would be in such trouble, she didn’t know that any of this would ever matter again.

“We don’t need you,” Brian says. He holds Will’s scarred and gnarled fingers between his hands like a talisman. The message is clear: they are connected; Casey is not.

“I didn’t think you did.”

“Good. Because we don’t.”

Casey sighs. She should move further into the room, but she can feel Brian’s rage from six feet away. If she moves any closer, she’ll get singed. “I know you don’t. I wouldn’t have left if–”

–if I thought he needed me.

“Fuck you,” Brian snaps. “Fuck you for leaving him.”

I left you too, Casey thinks. She doesn’t feel remorse. Not for that. But Will–

She takes a half-step closer. The boy in the bed doesn’t look anything like the one she left all those years ago. He is older and bigger, of course, but like this–she can’t imagine what he must have gone through to come out looking like this. A patchwork man of scar and bone. It should turn her stomach, and it does. But it’s the horror that gnaws at her belly; she doesn’t feel like the boy is hers at all.

For that, she is sorry. But she doesn’t know how to make it better. She can’t repair what wasn’t there to begin with.

“I deserve that,” she whispers.

Brian makes a noise low in his throat. “You don’t deserve shit.”

“Brian—“

Brian clasps Will’s limp hand to his chest. “Why are you here?”

“He’s my son.” It is technically true, but it’s been years since Casey’s said the words.

“No,” Brian snarls, “he’s my son.”

“I know that—“

“He needed you. He needed his mother. I needed…and you weren’t fucking there.”

“I know—“

Brian finally lets Will’s hand go, and he stands. Casey had forgotten how tall he is, how imposing he could have been if he hadn’t been so insular and lost.

He is imposing now. He looks like he might tear her limb from limb, and part of Casey wants to let him.

“You don’t know.” He takes a step closer; Casey holds her ground. “You don’t know that he cried himself to sleep every night for a year. You don’t know that he used to write you letters, and I took them to the post office, but I didn’t know where to fucking send them. You don’t know that he put the ornaments he made you on the tree every year—“

Stop, Casey wants to say, but she knows that she has no right to ask for mercy. The guilt she feels is abstract anyway. It’s sad for a kid to grow up without a mom, sad when a marriage doesn’t work out, but what the hell was she supposed to do? She digs her nails into the hip seam of her jeans.

“You don’t know what he did on his tenth birthday. You don’t know his favorite food. You don’t know what makes him laugh, or how he’s kind even though he’s afraid of everyone he meets. Because of you. You don’t know that he’s spent years wondering what’s wrong with himself because of you. Because you made him believe that there is something wrong.”

“Isn’t there?” Casey asks, gesturing at Will’s bed.

“Shut up. You know that isn’t what I–”

“I do. I know what you meant. And I’m sorry.”

“No, you aren’t,” Brian snaps. He takes another step and jabs his finger into the air between them. “Don’t fucking pretend you’re sorry.”

Casey holds up her hands in contrition. “I am sorry. About this. I mean, when I saw, on the news–”

“God, how terrible that must have been for you,” Brian spits, every word souring as it hits the air.

“It was. I love–”

“You don’t. You don’t love him.”

But Casey does. Not in a way that either Brian or Will might understand, but she loves them both. She loved them enough to spare them. She can’t explain it, but she knows that it’s true. She wouldn’t be here if she didn’t love them.

“You don’t get to say what I do or don’t feel,” she says softly.

“You don’t get to show up after years and pretend like it’s fine,” Brian counters back.

“It isn’t fine. There’s no way this could possibly be fine.” She takes a careful step forward, and she and Brian are suddenly close enough to touch. Brian’s chest beats with uneasy breaths; Casey waits.

And then Brian crumbles. He sags backward against the foot of their son’s hospital bed, and he hides his face in his hands. Casey’s eyes are dry.

Her eyes are clear when she looks at Will, the bony lines of his body tucked in beneath a blue waffle pattern blanket. He is smaller than he should be, smaller than the photo she saw on the news, and he is so quiet, so absolutely still. It breaks her heart, but she can’t cry. It doesn’t feel like she’s allowed to.

“Brian?”

“They’ve mostly kept him under since they brought him home.” Brian’s voice is small and faraway, and, somehow, Casey knows he isn’t really talking to her at all. “He’s had a few surgeries. And they say his body is exhausted after–well, after everything. I haven’t–I haven’t seen his eyes. Not once. I don’t know if he can hear me. I’m afraid that–I’m afraid–”

Casey moves so that she’s beside him, her rear end resting on the footboard of the bed next to Brian’s. She doesn’t touch him. “What are you afraid of, Bri?”

He flinches. Bri. It must have been too much. She called him that too long ago; taking hold of the memory is like tearing roots from deep soil.

Brian shakes his head, but he keeps his eyes on the foggy hospital linoleum. “You wouldn’t understand. You gave him up.”

“That’s not what I asked,” Casey says. She grips the footboard with careful hands, and her little finger is a hairsbreadth from Brian’s. It reminds her of when they were kids, fumbling over the movie theater armrest. “What are you afraid of?” she asks again.

“You don’t know what they did to him.”

She knows some. The news reports made some pretty convincing speculations based on what happened to Will’s little friend, Tommy. Not so little now. Not so innocent. But Casey doesn’t say anything. She looks at Brian, even if he doesn’t look back.

“He–what he went through–I’m afraid that he won’t–what if he isn’t happy to–what if he doesn’t–if he doesn’t want to wake up? What if he’s afraid of me?”

“He was never afraid of you,” Casey says immediately.

No, Will was afraid of her. Because Casey has always been prickles and thorns, sharp corners and edges. It’s like she’s missing some essential element of her DNA; she’s never known how to be a mother, at least not the kind a boy like Will needed. She still doesn’t know how.

She always thought Brian knew what she didn’t. It made her hate him, just a little. She was supposed to know. She was supposed to be able to do it. And she couldn’t.

And then, she just didn’t.

She knows now that she won’t, either. This is not the start of some new beginning. This, Casey suddenly realizes, is the goodbye she never said.

“No,” Brian half-laughs, “I guess he wasn’t.”

It’s silent for a long moment. Well, almost silent; the monitors that track their son’s heart, his breathing, the pain medication that is almost certainly coursing through his battered body click and beep in arrhythmic succession.

“I never meant to hurt you. Either of you,” Casey says finally.

Brian forces all the air from his lungs. “Well, you did.”

“I know that. But it wasn’t–I wasn’t trying to–”

“Yeah.”

“I wasn’t very good at it,” she says.

“Me neither,” Brian says softly. He looks over his shoulder at Will, his eyes still bright with tears.

Casey nudges her finger alongside his. “That isn’t true.”

Brian was the one who did the late night feedings when Casey couldn’t get Will to latch. Brian held the baby against his bare chest, murmuring to him in a language that Casey couldn’t understand. I heard skin to skin is good for them, Case. Maybe that was when the distance began.

It was Brian who potty trained Will, because Casey was impatient with the wet pants and the tears. It was Brian who airplaned food into Will’s mouth, who soothed Will’s scrapes and bruises, who checked on Will when there were monsters in the closet. Casey should have been jealous, should have felt inadequate; she felt nothing at all.

But looking at Brian now, at the lines that crease his forehead, at the pain in his drawn expression, Casey wonders if there is new distance, this time between father and son. Not that Will isn’t distant from everyone and everything just now.

But Brian blames himself for whatever it was that put Will in this hospital bed. That much Casey knows. Brian has always blamed himself.

Brian pulls away and pushes himself from the footboard. “It’s unfair that he got stuck with us.”

“He isn’t stuck with you, Bri. He’s lucky to have you. I’m sorry I wasn’t up for it.”

“You weren’t up for it?” Brian parrots. He nods at their son’s motionless body. “It wasn’t a chore or something, Casey: it was our marriage. Our child. You don’t just get to leave those things the way you did.”

Casey doesn’t have any defense, and even if she did, it would be pointless to try. “I know.”

“If you knew, you wouldn’t have done it.”

It isn’t entirely true, but she cannot make Brian understand. When she left, she didn’t know just how much she wouldn’t feel, and she’s sure that’s not what Brian wants to hear. That she did them a favor. Even now, she is certain she did the right thing. Right for her; right for them.

“I should go.”

“I don’t even know why you came.”

“I don’t either,” Casey says softly. “You don’t–maybe don’t tell him I came.” It wouldn’t do any good, would it? It isn’t like she’s going to come back.

Brian laughs cheerlessly. “So, that’s it, then?”

“Brian–”

“You’re a real piece of work, Casey.”

“I know that.”

He shakes his head. “So long as you know.”

Casey closes her eyes. “I’m never going to ask you to understand.”

“That’s real fucking big of you.”

“I couldn’t do it, Bri. I don’t know how to be the person I would have had to be if I’d stayed.”

“Poor, poor Casey–”

She sighs and lets her eyes flutter open again. Brian’s face is red, and his hand is curled around the plastic headboard of Will’s bed. It’s ridiculous, but she almost wants to shush Brian so that he doesn’t wake Will. It was always Casey who did the shushing. But, of course, nothing is going to wake Will. He isn’t really asleep. For just a second, Casey wonders if he can hear them.

“I don’t want sympathy.”

“Good,” Brian spits, “because you won’t get any from me.”

“I know. I know I’m a bitch, Brian, okay? I knew you’d be better off without me. That’s why–”

“You didn’t even say goodbye.”

“I didn’t know how.”

Brian looks at the crown of Will’s head. Anywhere but at Casey. “You should have tried.”

“I’m trying now.”

Brian waits. He leans down and kisses the crown of their son’s head, and he waits for her to try.

“He is lucky to have you,” Casey says. “I’ve always known that, but–Jesus, Brian, now? Neither of you deserved this. No one deserves this, but he’s so lucky. You’re going to be there when he wakes up, and you’re going to see him through whatever comes next. You’ve done that his whole life.”

Brian smooths Will’s hair, and his voice is waterlogged when he speaks again. “It wasn’t just him.”

“What?”

He manages to look at her, and his tears are finally slipping down his cheeks. “I can see him through. I have to. You taught me that. But you left me too. There’s no one to see me through.”

“I couldn’t. I wish it was different, but–”

Brian sniffs. “I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know,” he says again.

Casey crosses the room, and she is surprised when Brian lets her duck under his arm. His body is warm and a little clammy, but his smell is familiar; he still wears the same aftershave he did when they were in high school, still uses the same laundry detergent she used to buy from Costco, back in another life. She leans her head against his chest, and Brian’s breath catches. Then, his arm slips awkwardly around her waist; he doesn't relax, and she can’t blame him.

“It wasn’t you,” she says. “It was never you. Or Will. It was me.”

“Okay,” Brian whispers.

Casey reaches to touch her son’s face, and for the first time, she feels something needling at the back of her own eyes. Her fingertips glide over Will’s cheek, the skin there still baby soft.

“Give him the chance to see you through,” she says softly.

“He can’t–”

Casey shakes her head. “Everyone’s going to think they know what he needs; people are really good at that. But no one is going to know. But he needs you, and I think if you let yourself need him–well, you’ll give him a reason to keep going.”

It’s an imperfect plan–who knows what will happen when Will wakes–but they’ve always needed each other, her boys.

“I loved you,” Brian said. He watches her fingers slip over the bridge of Will’s nose, his eyebrows, behind his ear, places she hasn’t touched since he was an infant.

“I know. I love you too.” She hopes he doesn’t notice the present tense; he wouldn’t understand.

Brian’s lips ghost against her hair, and then they are gone.

“You have to go.”

It isn’t a question, but it isn’t a command either. Casey peels herself away from Brian’s side.

“Yeah.”

“He’ll be alright,” Brian whispers.

“I know. You’ll take good care of him. You always have.”

He doesn’t watch her as she turns to the door, but Casey is almost certain that he knows what she does: this is it.

“Brian?”

He drops his body into the chair next to Will’s bed, and he takes up Will’s hand again, running his thumb over his son’s knuckles. “Yeah?”

“Goodbye.”

Brian doesn't answer.

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#the kennel #casey cartwright oc #brian cartwright oc #will cartwright oc #will's family is real complex #his mom is ... a treat #hurt/comfort #tw coma

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krikeymate · 6 months

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Fictober 2023: Day 27: “I don’t know if they will accept this.” - Betrayal. Sad and Sexy. Featuring Chad POV. Fandom: Scream Rating: T Warnings: Suggestive content.

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“I don’t know if they will accept this.”

The phrase escapes Chad’s mouth in a breathy tone. Despite his words, he makes no move to distance himself, lips hovering over hers.

Sam smirks up at him, arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him in.

“Who cares what they think? Haven’t we suffered enough?”

He finds himself captivated by Sam’s mouth as it moulds to a pout. Her fingers creep up to pull at his hair, a shiver running down his spine at the delightful sensation.

“Don’t we deserve to be happy?” she whispers, placing a kiss on his cheek, so close and yet so far from where he needs her to be.

Chad wets his lips, body thrumming.

“I guess you can’t choose who you fall in love with,” he sighs as Sam’s fingers scratch along his neck. “They’ll understand… eventually.”

He tilts his head to finally take her breath away, as she does his.

This has been a long time coming, he thinks. Two years of shared glances over Tara’s head, a silent secret language the two of them share.

He loves Tara, he does. They both do. But… Sam…

They’re like magnets, drawn to one another. The attraction is undeniable, a strong pull that can’t be resisted.

This will hurt Tara, no doubt. But she’ll get over the betrayal, she’ll forgive them. She’d forgive Sam anything, and Chad, well… when she sees how happy he makes her sister, she’ll have no choice.

It’s not like they were soulmates. They were just two people who were hurting, who were there for each other at the right time.

She still whispers Amber’s name in the night, longing for another.

Just like him.

He cups the back of Sam’s head and deepens the kiss, euphoric at the heavenly moan that escapes her.

It’s not close enough, he needs to be closer. He feels it burning him from the inside out, this desire, this need. Like a craving he can’t fulfil.

He slips an arm around her to cup her ass and pull her body into his, but to his confusion, it only makes her pull away.

“Do you want something?” she purrs, smirk upon her face and hands on his shoulders.

Chad nods mutely, stunned.

He thinks he’d let her kill him right now if she wanted to. If the last thing he saw was her above him, it would be the perfect end.

She shoves him back.

He falls backwards onto the bed with a grunt, air pushed from his lungs.

It becomes impossible to regain his breath as Sam begins to crawl on top of him. He’s never seen anything more divine.

She draws a finger down his chest, lower and lower.

Biting his lip, he has to look away, it’s all too much, too overwhelming.

He feels like a volcano about to blow.

His heart stutters for a moment as he notices the sheets below him.

A constellation.

This is… Tara’s bed?

He frowns, that doesn’t-

A gloved hand grips his chin, turning his head forward again.

His eyes widen in fear as it meets a familiar mask above him, robes flowing around him.

“Where do you want me, stud?” Ghostface asks, laughter in their modulated voice.

A knife slices down.

He raises his arms, eyes slamming shut.

The world goes dark, and the laughter disappears with it.

When he opens his eyes again, the weight on his body is gone, and he’s panting up at the glow in the dark stars scattered across the ceiling.

Chad snaps his head to the side at the sound of shuffling beside him.

Tara. It’s just Tara, fast asleep, a toy rabbit in her arms.

His body relaxes in an instant, as it always does when his girlfriend’s around.

He only has a brief moment of relaxation before the remnants of his dream trickle back into his memory, shoulders hunching in disgust at the thought of- of-

He can’t.

His body twitches, spiking anxiety through him.

With horror in his heart, his gaze slips down the sheets.

Oh god.

Maybe he should be going back to therapy.

#/mp #fictober23 #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Chad Meeks-Martin #my writing tag #so. forwarning. this is the worst thing you've ever read. in a funny way.#i'm so sorry i don't know why i did this #anyway. just trust me. i hated writing this as much as you hated reading it. i laughed the entire time.#anyway this is the first time i've written something like this and i think it came out alright actually. despite the... participants.

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softrozene · 11 months

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“Who is it going to be?” - Molly

From an old event I did called the Sad Yee Haw Hours:

anon requested: Can I please get Molly x female reader for 5? I hope you feel much better soon and are staying safe 😔

rdr2 masterlist

Thank you honey! I’m staying safe as I can and taking it day by day still. Here is your sweet angst. I hope you enjoy it, Love!

Originally published on May 24, 2020

Molly x Female Reader

Scenario Starter 5: “Who is it going to be?”

Warnings: Angst, mentions of cheating, hearts be broken and it’s the reader’s, I did my girl wrong in this- refer to the last sentence I wrote lmao-

Words: 703

“Who is it going to be?” You ask your eyes not leaving hers for a second.

She stares at you with slight confusion before she realizes that you are finally making her choose between you and Dutch. She looks shocked.

“We can’t do this here and now. Dutch is going to be here any second,” Molly says.

She looks terrified of Dutch finding out what has been going on but you don’t care. You really don’t care. Your heart has gone through enough pain for her and whenever you think you are getting closer to securing her in a relationship she deserves she pushes you back. She falls right back into his arms and it nearly kills you every time.

“We can. You had enough time to think about this…”

The stare she gives you suggests that she already has her answer. You feel your breath hitch slightly and your heart race as it tries not to break then and there.

“Of fucking course. I should’ve known better. I have done everything for you that he doesn’t do for you. When will you see that you deserve more than him? I… God, do you know how much I love you? I am the one taking the risk for you each time. I come and visit you at your request. I go to such great lengths for you and you would really rather be with that man? He doesn’t pay attention to you. All you are is eye candy for him and even then you see the way he stares at Mary-Beth!” You rant.

You know you’re pushing it but you deserve to say every word. In your eyes, she deserves to know how much pain you are in. How you really do feel like you are dying by seeing her surprised expression turn into a hard stare.

She hisses at you. “I think you should go. Dutch is a great man.”

“Was I just some toy for you then? Some plaything for you to use until Dutch pays attention to you? Do you even realize how much pain you are putting me in right now? What am I saying? Of course you don’t. You don’t care about anyone but yourself and I hate how that is something I love about you,” You say.

It’s like you can’t stop talking. All of the emotions want to burst out of you right here and now and they sort of do. Your eyes are misty and cloudy before you blink and the tears fall.

This time her face turns serious and she admits. The fact that she admits it hurts more than ever. “You don’t mean anything to me. How could you provide for me the way Dutch does?”

That is laughable. You want to laugh, scream, and cry. She continues, “I appreciate all the times you’ve came for me and kept me company but I love Dutch. I am in love with him. He’s the one for me.”

The ugly sob you are so trying desperately ignore almost comes crashing out. Thankfully, though, a distraction happens. The man you despise walks in. He looks confused as he sees your crying form and Molly’s awkward one.

“Miss (Last Name), what can I do for you?” Dutch asks.

You glance at Molly. You can see the distrust and fear in her eyes. If it’s possible, it’s the distrust, and the fact that she is scared of you bringing up her cheating with you makes you want to cry even more. You aren’t that petty as much as she thinks you must be. You hate it. You hate everything as you force a smile and turn to Dutch.

“Sorry, Dutch. I came here looking for you to ask about any medicine you can bring it. I ain’t feeling too well and the stuff Grimshaw has isn’t kicking in. That’s it. Sorry for worrying you and thank you Molly. Thank you for showing me your true self just now.”

Dutch narrows his eyebrow down as he asks, “Miss O’Shea helped you?”

You want to laugh and defend her at the same time. You merely nod. “Yeah. You can say that. Thanks again Dutch.”

You helped me dodge a bullet.

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1: “It’s not too late, let’s go.”

Fictober 2023

Fandom: Hellblazer

Rating: T

Chas looks good in black.

It was an unwarranted thought that had John feeling guilty as soon as it happened. Only John could look at a friend and decide that grief was a good look on them.

The day that Queenie had died, Chas couldn’t have looked more relieved. But here, huddled in close proximity to Constantine, he wore a puzzling sort of anguish. Maybe out of obligation if nothing else. Here, catching a break from the small group around Queenie’s casket, it leans more towards the guilty side of things than the strange sombre look he wore during the eulogy.

John couldn’t imagine the “proper” look one is supposed to have during their mothers funeral. He was too young to remember his own, after all. Whatever it is, Chas is making a proper go of it, however undeserving she was.

When Chas dragged John away with him, John was expecting a conversation. Chas elects to stare instead. He stares at the casket, and then back at John, and his gaze softens. It’s melancholy again, with a tinge of affection, and John has no idea what to do with that.

“You know what’s funny?” Chas finally murmurs. John chuckles, sardonic. Shakes his head.

“I’m still upset. I’m glad she’s gone but I’m still upset.” His lip twitches down a notch, “Isn’t that stupid?” He doesn’t sound like he’s looking for a response.

“Your mother was a cunt, Chas.”

“Yeah, but she was still my mum.” John thinks about his own father then, and the child that was still desperately clawing for his affection. Some part of him still, that craved what he never deserved. They were hopeless bastards, the two of them.

“Yeah. I get it.”

They’re silent again, and John tries not to squirm with it. The air was too heavy. Chas breathed in a lungful of it;

“I know this magic stuff is important to you.” No. ‘But John, I…” He sighs, looking back at the casket now being lowered into the ground. The first throw of dirt goes on, and John feels like he’s suffocating.

“I’m not like your mum, Chas.,” John spits, feeling offended at even the implication. He hates even more; the idea that Chas could be afraid of him.

“Never said you are.”

“Then what are you saying?”

“Just, Johnny, do you have to keep doing this?” His eyes are so earnest it’s painful, and John finds himself stumbling for a cigarette, “It’s not too late to stop. We could go anywhere, away from here.”

“You sound ridiculous, mate.” The sharp slice of the shovel continued monotonously in the background. He flicks open his lighter.

“If you keep doing this, what will happen to you?” His voice is colder now, John feels cold.

“Where did this come from?”

“How about the body lying in a fucking casket?”

“You just remember, mate, that you wanted her dead more than anyone.”

“John-”

“I reckon you owe me, even. Without me, you’d still be stuck with her. Maybe you’d be dead.”

“That’s not what this is about and you know it.,” He does.

“Yeah? Then tell me, mate. Where would we go? What would we do?” He takes a fitful puff, nearly chokes on it.

“Anywhere. Anything.”

“Right, so you have all this figured out then.” He chuckles sarcastically, each breath accentuated by a puff of smoke.

“No, but John. If this continues..” Chas looks almost desperate, then he looks angry.

“And are you going to leave if I don’t?” He tries to play it off as sharp, takes another drag to aid himself. Chas’ expression cracks slightly,

“You know I won’t.,” He sounds sad when he says it, and Chas so rarely sounds that way out in the open like this.

“You don’t have to be involved.” John attempts to reassure him, but he falls short of the mark. There’s more that he wants to say. And as always, he can’t. Chas huffs, running a hand through his hair,

“Just hand me a bloody cigarette.”

He does.

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