#should've attached this to the drabble instead

[akutasoda]

hair hold's memories

synopsis - a fleeting memory that can only be memorialized in the locks that flowed freely

includes - boothill

warnings - gn!reader, very angstyyy, comfort, bittersweet, mentions of blood and harm, experimentation??, wc - 1.2k

a/n: what was a conversation about braiding boothill's hair with a friend turned into a drabble and now this...

taglist - @teddirika @frankiesteinn

many things changed for boothill so quickly and without much of a warning. one moment the cold darkness of relief consumed his body, clouding his vision and holding him close in an attempt to swallow him whole as he desperately writhed and struggled to be set free and embarced by death's cold hands - but he could still feel the overwhelming terror and anxiety swelling up in his cold body. the next moment, the smell of iron and char accompanied by the whirring of machinery awoke him from his cold dead slumber.

his body was no longer his, his heart, his feelings no longer felt like a comforting shell. instead they felt like a bitter reminder of his cruel fate that he had no say in, he died but he wasn't allowed to have the rest that should've come to someone passed. the doctor had done what he wanted with a body that wasn't his nor was it really the recipients anymore - taken the coldness and flurry of emotions in the shell of a man and immortalised it into a machine.

sometimes he doesn't know whether that doctor was playing a cruel joke at his expense or was attempting to do good by granting him his life back - the latter seemed even worse as it would've been a selfish act on the expense of someone else. for a while he couldn't look himself in a mirror, his body was a constant reminder of his mistakes and failures and it forced him to live out the rest of his life as someobdy else. sometimes he wished to tear his metallic joins from the equally metallic limbs and bring himself back to the embrace of darkness but he didn't even know if that would be possible anymore. maybe the blue blood would laugh at him pitifully as he now wished for it to flow a crimson red - the same crimson red that flowed freely out of his body as he faded to darkness.

maybe the doctor thought he could help fix boothill's mind by leaving his head attached to his new body. the cold metal a stark contrast to the warm supple skin of his face that became colder day by day. the only part of him that could feel something, anything that would be his kast bastion of hope in convincing himself that he was still human - even if he always went back on his words.

as a human boothill had long hair - it grew very quickly and he enjoyed having it flow freely as it reached his hips. the black and white strands would fall to frame his face beautifully, sometimes even picturesque as it carries on the winds that he could reach out and feel. now the cold metal toyed with the strands that stayed the same, no matter how much hair he could grab he could no longer feel it and he felt it only highlighted the contrast between his human and mechanical features instead of the soft dips and curves of his facial features.

he felt numb as he traced his remaining human feature with his metal hands, he couldn't feel anything anymore. he would be sentenced to always remember his past and feel a bitter resentment to the human body he once called his own. boothill swore to preserve his remaining human features in honour of the man he used to be - never to forget despite the pain those memories caused.

they say hair holds memories and he believed that. after his body was turned he never cut his hair, he was technically dead and his hair wouldn't grow the way it used to. it was a part of his old body that could stay the same, it didn't fall out nor did it grow and so if he preserved it, it could become a permanent comfort of knowing he was once human. boothill looked after his hair diligently as if anything happened to it he knew he'd lose another part of himself that would be replaced - making him less of him and more the cruel experiment he was.

'are you sure you want to go ahead with this?' you stared at him with a seriousness etched into your concerned face. it wasn't long ago that boothill had come up to uncharacteristically unsure of himself and rather nervous asking you for your help with something. 'yeah im sure, damn joints aren't working as well as they should' boothill let out a rather shaky sigh that almost went unnoticed - it was true, his metallic joints weren't agreeing with him after his last mission but he needed to keep his upkeep of his hair, he wanted to preserve it to the best of his ability.

you knew how much this meant to him, idly running your hands through his hair you noticed how he relaxed into your touch - his hair and his head were the only remaining parts that could feel human touch. he always enjoyed it when you would run your hands through his hair, as long as you promised to be gentle, it gave him a sense of normality that always seemed so foreign. you knew that this was a sacred part of his body and you wanted to help him as best you could when he asked for you to help give his hair a quick clean.

no amount of words could ever get him to even like his metal body, not even your compliments.

'alright then, lay your head across then' you said and he quickly obliged laying his head on your lap and letting his hair hang down the overside of your lap. you made a slow and gentle pace as you began to carefully clean his hair for him and you noticed how he closed his eyes - in fear or contentment you don't know. you noticed his eyes barely moved and so you figured he wouldn't mind if you wove a small touch into his hair - a small braid that could hang loose. eventually you finished with his hair out and began to carefully sort it, once you were done you placed a small kiss to his forehead.

he opened his eyes to be met with you smiling back at him and his toothy grin worked it's way across his face and he sat up just for you to place his cowboy hat back atop his head. you knew how precious his hair was to him, it was part of what remained from his original body and he never wanted to lose it - keeping it at it's original length in pristine condition. you knew especially how much he trusted you just by allowing you to do this for him.

boothill was both a machine and a human. no matter how confident he seemed there would still be moments of weakness and realisation of his fate that had been decided for him and he never thought he would let someone see that from him. but here you where because at the end of the day he was your lover and you were his. his lover who made him feel whole again.

#—stellaronhvnters. #x reader #x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x gender neutral reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #hsr x reader #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail boothill #hsr boothill #boothill x reader #boothill x you

[bohemiannaturesworld]

( strsnger things bol2 spoilers!!! )

hi!! i saw you ask for stranger thing requests and i was wondering if you could do a small drabble or smth w steve comforting s/o!reader after eddies death since they used to date? no fighting or anything just pure angst and fluff?

Hi!! Thank you so much for the request! I do hope you like it Just want to say that English is my second language so it's most likely to have miswriting words or sentences. Feel free to let me know about any mistakes that you might catch on. Feel free to keep sending requests!! Warnings : vol2 spoiler

It should've been me

My heart clenched as I spot Eddie’s uncle, ripping out a missing person sheet with Eddie’s face on it. Another one. People are cruel, it aches my heart knowing that he died saving the same people that are not letting his soul rest in peace, drawing countless times a cult symbol over is face. My legs must’ve started moving without my knowledge, as I get near Eddie’s uncle, without memory of each step I took. His back is a reach away, and I’ve lost all the little courage that I had to speak with him.

“Hi” I said almost as I was grasping for air, surprising myself.

“We have nothing to talk- “he stops talking as he saw it was me that wanted to talk to him, not another person wanting to spit hateful words towards his nephew. “Kid” he doesn’t know what to say, and to be honest neither do I. “helping around here?”

“Yeah” I said looking around, seeing the calmness in all the chaos “the city needs it.” My sight made way to his hand that was holding the now crumpled paper with his nephew’s face vandalise “Not that they deserve it”

“Tell me about it” he chuckled trying to hide the pain that came attached to his voice “do you… do you know anything about my boy?” For the first time he looked me in the eyes. 

“I- “for the first time we lock eyes, for the first time I see the heaviness, the pain, the grief that his eyes were carrying. And he didn’t even know about Eddie’s death. I can’t do this. 

“I was with him when everything happened” a voice sounded behind me, and I’ve never felt so relieved to hear Dustin’s voice “I am sorry to tell you this, but he didn’t make it.”

I started rushing off outside. Couldn’t get out there fast enough, as the last thing I heard was Eddie’s uncle faint cries. Everything’s moving fast and suddenly it’s hard to breath, my body starts to feel heavy and tears threat to run down my face. With the rest of the strength that I have I opened the gym doors. Even the fresh air that smacked me hard across the face wasn’t enough to take me back to the present. I was there again. Staring at Eddie’s lifeless body over Dustin, that was clanging onto his shirt not wanting to let go. Lifeless.

A pair of hands startled me back to reality, but I felt instantly safe as soon as I saw Steve’s worried eyes scanning my face. 

“Baby, please talk to me.” His shaky hands made way to each cheek “please. You can tell me anything.” He pleaded. He knew what was happening.

“I should’ve been there.” I broke eye contact as soon as those words left my mouth.

“Baby” He knew where, and it broke his heart.

“I should’ve been there!” This came out much louder than I intended.” I choose to come with you because of my stupid jealousy towards Nancy and you. And now my best friend is dead because I wasn’t there to protect him! It should’ve been me”

3 person POV

“No!” he blurted out “no.” Suddenly guilt struck him. He never thought that him spending so much time with Nancy the last few days would make her feel insecure about his feelings for her. She now felt the weight of Eddie’s death on her shoulders because he couldn’t show affection towards her. “Baby”

“He was always there for me, whenever I needed him, he and his stupid guitar were always there. And when he needed me the most, I let him down.” Breathing was getting harder as instead of breathing she was sobbing in between the words. “He died hating me” her voice cracked with the heaviness of the words that had just left her mouth.

“Hey, no that’s no true.” His voice sturdy “he died saving a city that hated him and wanted him dead. He gave his life for them. Do you think he’d find hate on him towards somebody after that? Specially you.” His hands forced her face up, so they could lock eyes. “he told me how lucky I was.”

She looked down again as soon as one of his hands made away into her pocket. Bringing it out Eddie’s guitar pick that Dustin had given to you as per Eddie’s request. 

“Most people that hate me give black eyes and swollen faces.” He said chuckling trying to lighten the mood, seeing that it didn’t work his face got serious again “he died loving you.”

He made his way behind her and put the neckless around her neck.

“He’ll always be with you, as will I.” He said now in front of her pressing a kiss on her forehead. Feeling how fragile she was he embraced her letting her fall into his arms and letting her cry. As she calmed down his arms still strong around her his lips pressed against her head as he said. “I love you. More than you know and more than I will ever be able to describe.”

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#steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #dustin x reader #max mayfield x reader #eleven x reader #nancy x reader #robin buckley x reader #will byers x reader #Lucas Sinclair x reader #Jonathan byers x reader #Jim hooper x reader #Joyce x reader #steve harrington #eddie munson #billy hargove x reader #billy hargove #Eddie munson

[sehnsuchts-trunken]

two Julian drabbles already, now it's the second Lucio drabble too! told y'all. a little later than I said but well, better late than never

side note: I need to stop comparing Lucio to puppies

Lucio was a great dancer. You honestly hadn't been so sure of that when you'd started. But even if you had thought him good, he would've exceeded your expectations by far - though perhaps you should've known better, he'd been Count after all, right? And he had certainly enjoyed your shocked expression. He'd be teasing you restlessly, you were already tired by just thinking of it.

Or maybe that was the dancing wearing you out. You had lost count of how many times he'd spun you around, how often you'd landed almost on the ground with only his hand around your waist. Your breath was shallow, quick, and yet you didn't feel the need to stop. It must have been many songs since you'd started, but you didn't care, not when he was so very talented and so very charming and had turned you, a barely mediocre dancer, into the brightly shining jewel of the masquerade who everyone was watching.

In any other situation, you would have minded.

"Lucio!", you grinned in surprise as he pulled you close to him, your back against his chest, both of your hands in his. You didn't know the moves. At all. In the slightest. But you didn't have to. All you had to do was let him lead. And he was so very good at that.

He spun you around again, watching your face light up as the ballroom blurred and your feet stepped all on their own, waiting for you to fall into his arms again. The grin on his lips was apparent, too. He was enjoying this. And he was enjoying all the onlookers as well.

The next time he spun you around, you bit your lip and stretched out your free hand, only for it to land perfectly on his arm again. God, this man. Not that he hadn't had you wrapped around his finger before, but...

You glanced down at his costume, at your feet on the ground. You'd barely blinked when he already had a finger locked under your chin, forcing you to look up at him again. His eyebrows raised, he shook his head just the smallest bit. He'd done that, what, ten times this evening? At this point, you could only roll your eyes at him. At the beginning you'd thought he'd wanted to stop you from overthinking and tripping and falling, but at this point he could've just as well been fishing for your attention. Not that it wasn't wholly fixed upon him.

Your chest rose heavily, quickly. Too quickly. You would have to stop dancing soon, as much as it pained you. You just didn't have the stamina for this.

"Lucio", you said again, your eyes travelling over his face and his costume once more. He looked heavenly. He really did. You should've got over it by now, he'd been wearing it for hours, but... Well. Emotions just did not want to be controlled, did they? A smile stole its way onto your lips. You clawed one hand out of his grip, ignoring the confused look that he gave you. Instead, you traced the neckline of his shirt - he'd long since shrugged off the coat - and tugged at the gold necklace dangling around his throat.

"Lucio", you repeated, unable to conceal a grin anymore. "C'mon, let's find somewhere to rest. With- fewer eyes settled on us."

Almost as if he were wearing a collar, you tugged once more. He glanced down at your wrist, then back up at you. It seemed a lot like his mind was racing to catch up with what was happening. Really, adorable almost, like a puppy.

Then, finally, his expression brightened. It was your turn to raise your eyebrows - he was grinning from ear to ear now, his eyes fixed on yours. You let go of his necklace and titled your head to the side, not quite understanding just what was going on. Funny - you'd turned into the lost puppy in a matter of seconds.

"You won't attach a leash to that?", he asked, lifting the necklace before letting it drop, pouting at you. It was theatrical. But it barely took you another moment to understand. Then you bursted out into laughter. Lucio followed suit.

"I'm sorry!", you giggled eventually after calming down so much that you could at least speak again. "I didn't... I didn't want to call you a dog!"

"Oh no, really, I'm taking it as a compliment! Mercedes and Melchior would be so very happy too!"

You leaned against his shoulder as you wiped the tears out of the corners of your eyes and gathered yourself. You'd still have to march off this dancefloor - if you didn't look at anyone, would that make it better?

It felt as though hours had passed, even though it only could've been minutes, when you finally took his hand in yours and went to search for a quieter spot, only to be pulled back by no other than Lucio himself. Before you could look up to him to ask, he'd already bent down a little, brushing your hair behind your ear and lowering his lips to the same level.

"You know, you could always do that later again. When we're alone." His breath was hot against your skin, making you shiver despite better judgement. His chuckle didn't make it any better either.

"Lucio!", you whispered and slapped his arm, trying to hide the blush that had creeped onto your cheeks. "Are you kidding me?"

"Never, love. Never."

You knew just from the tone in his voice that he was well aware you'd gone red as a tomato, but you didn't need to confirm it to him, so you dragged him out of the room and through the crowd without turning back or looking anyone in the eye. If you just kept your gaze fixed on the ground, perhaps no one would see you. Or the earth would open up and swallow you whole. Both sounded like very welcome situations.

#the arcana lucio x reader #count lucio x reader #lucio x reader #the arcana lucio #count lucio #the arcana game #the arcana x reader #the arcana

[general-kalani]

A tiny drabbled open for a depressed John because I love hurting my boys.

Prompt: None

Verse: Post New Dawn

~`~

"No... Nonono no Joseph! NO come back for FUCKS SAKE PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE ME!"

New Eden was burning. This place he had no attachment to, this new world he had no desire to care about...

It all paled in comparison to his brother.

And now he lay still next to the tree that burned. That stupid bastard he had for a son next to it.

"Pleasepleaseplease Joseph come back..." Were these tears pricking his eyes? That's ridiculous...

He couldn't help but touch his brothers face. Chest. Trying to find something that would tell John he was alive and yet nothing flinched.

"What the fuck am I going to do without you? Fuck... Please just make it a horrible, horrible prank just say something back..."

His outfit was so muddy and torn, from having rushed here having seen all the fire and chaos.

He'd left the Faithfuls in New Eden. He knew he shouldn't have but they weren't his Faithfuls anymore. And Joseph...

He'd been so worried and now...

"I should've been here instead of you. I should've been the one to die! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!"

#you got launch codes? { open starter } #muse: john seed #tw: death #verse: this is not what the father visioned ~ { john survival verse } #WOOOO BABY I LOVE THIS ANGST SHIT #my writing

[anarchyduck]

The last time Ned saw Peter was when he leapt from the bus and headed for a space ship floating over Greenwich Village.

Peter never came back.

Ned holds onto the hope that he will.

#ned leeds #peter parker #peterned #interwebs #spider-man #spiderman #marvel #mcu #moodboard #should've attached this to the drabble instead #OH WELL