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spidernuggets · 25 days

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I was listening to Matilda by Harry Styles and...

Can I ask something about the reader living in a toxic environment or having a toxic family but seeing it as normal, until she meets Jason and he makes her see that it's actually not normal?

Only if you feel comfortable writing it tho 🥲💗

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Note: I LOVEEE this request. It gives me the opportunity to show the little things in a toxic environment/family that are DEF mentally unhealthy, but it can be played off as, idk the word, normal, or not a big deal.

Reader's back story: Reader grew up with a family where there's always a lot of petty disagreements but always leads to being yelled at. Reader was also raised to respect others, but hypocritically, her parents don't show that same level. So when they yell at her, she doesn't say anything back, she doesn't talk back or defend herself etc etc. But the day after, her parents "apologise", Reader accepts, but the apology means fuck all because her parents always makes the same mistakes and the cycle continues.

"Fucking hell! Can you just fucking leave me alone!" Jason yells after climbing through the fire escape. He just came back after a rough mission and is in no mood.

You ran up to him, trying to give him a hug, and at first, he lightly pushed you away, but poor you didn't get the memo and tried to give him a sweet kiss on the cheek.

Jason really didn't mean to lash out on you. During the mission, he got scolded by Dick and got punched across the jaw by Bruce. He also failed the mission anyway. And honestly, all that time wasted when he could've been in your arms instead pissed him off more.

But now that he's here with you, he doesn't seem like he's in the mood to be held by you. He just wants everything to be quiet. Except, now he's the one being loud.

"I'm sorry, Jay, I just-"

"Y/n, please, just shut up for five minutes because I don't think my head can last another second with you!" He storms away, taking an extra pillow and blanket and goes to sleep on the couch. You let him leave, knowing he'll be better in the morning.

This was the first time Jason had raised his voice to you. But it was fine.

You woke up to the feel on fingers running through your hair and light, damp kisses on your nose. You twist and turned and groaned at the feeling, wishing for more sleep.

"Wake up, sweet thing. Please?" You heard a deep, raspy voice ask.

You barely opened your eyes but made out the figure in front of you. Jason was on his knees, kneeling beside your bed with roses and your favourite candies in his hand.

"Mm.. Jay?" You groaned once more, trying to sit up while rubbing your eyes open. "Special occasion?" You groggily asked.

Jason looks at you slightly confused. "What? No.. no, I just wanted to say I'm.. I'm sorry. I acted like an asshole last night, a major asshole. Scream at me, hit me, do whatever. Please, please forgive me," he whines, looking down while presenting the gifts to you. He tenses up as you stay silent. When he looks up, your head is tilted, accompanied by a questioning look on your face. "And.. And I told Bruce that I'm taking the week off. I'll take you out on dates, wherever you want to go, I'll buy you everything you want." At this point, he'd give his soul to Trigon just for you to forgive him.

Slowly, you take the candies and roses from him. "That's really sweet, Jay.. but.. why?" Now it was Jason's turn to look at you in confusion and disbelief.

"What- What do you mean why? I was a bastard last night! I told you to shut up, I told you to leave me akone! I left you alone in bed last night!" In all realness, the moment Jason sat on the couch, he thought you indirectly broke up with him and left. He didn't expect you to be in bed. So he ran to the closest ooen shop and bought you all your favourite candies.

"Oh..." You pondered, looking at the pretty petals in your hands. "It's okay, Jay. Don't worry about it, it's fine," you smiled.

Jason frowned. You were smiling. Genuinely smiling at him. As if nothing happened. As if what he did wasn't wrong. "What? It's not- It's not fine. How can you say that?"

"Well, you're sorry, yeah? So everything is good," you try to hold your hand in his, but the contact made him flinch. It's like Jason is getting angry for you.

"No. No, everything's NOT good. Why are you acted as if I didn't just fully disrespect you last night? Why are you acting as if nothing happened? What if I yell at you like that again, huh? It wouldn't be fine!" Jason doesn't understand why you think everything is fine.

"I mean.. If you say sorry, then you're sorry," you shortly explain.

"Were you always like this?" He quietly asks, holding your hands, caressing them with his thumbs. "A lot of the times, sorry isn't enough. Why- Why do you forgive so easily?" There's a plead in Jason's eyes. Through his life, he's always done so much wrong. He always lost people. Forgiveness was a foreign thing to him. But the fact that you gave no second thought into forgiving him had him worried.

You look down in such shame. You don't really know. But then you think back to when you were a kid. Back to when you reached out to pour some juice in your cup, but then you knocked over your dad's glass of water, and it smashed all over the ground.

You were eight. You were eight when your dad started yelling at you, asking why you were incompetent. You were crying and didn't hear your dad saying you had nothing to cry over.

Later in the night, your mom went to you, telling you your dad had a rough night, and he didn't mean to take it out on you. Then your dad walked in, kneeled, and said he was sorry. He said he'd never say anything like that to you ever again. And you forgave him. Because you were eight, and you believed that he was sorry.

To this day, you still weren't sure if he was sorry. Because he always noticed the small mistakes you made and lash out on you. Your mom did this, too. But the two of them always crawled back, asking for forgiveness, telling you they didn't mean it, promising it would never happen again.

The one time you tried to defend yourself, it just ticked them off even more. So, every time they raised their voices, your own stayed silent. You'd just wait for them to take out their harsh emotions on you, and you'd just wait for them with their routine of apologies, you'd just wait for the next time they gave out to you.

Maybe you're projecting this method onto Jason. You already knew how much of a hot head he is. But you still don't know. His apology seemed more alive than your parents'.

But, still. It was the same. 'I'll never do it again.' 'I'm sorry.'

The difference was.. was Jason WANTED you to be angry with him. Maybe that's what was missing. A chance to secure yourself. A chance to fight back. A chance to respect yourself.

"I don't know.." You whisper, too tired to lift your head to look at him.

"Hey.." He gently calls out, his finger under your chin, tilting your head up. "I'm not saying forgiveness is a bad thing. But you need to be angry about certain things. About me. Not everything is sunshine and rainbows. Just because someone says they're sorry, it doesn't mean they actually are. Except for me. I'm so, so sorry. Like, if I were you right now, I'd probably dump my ass." His last statement made you giggle ever so slightly.

"There's my girl," he says, one of his hands reaching up to hold her cheek, squishing it gently. "Next time I make a dick move, be angry. Yell at me, hit me. Threaten to dump me. That'll definitely make me feel real sorry." He smiles.

You let out a chuckle, turning your face to kiss the rough palm of his hand. "Okay," you mumbke through his hold.

Are my fics getting shorter and shorter each time? That's my worst fear.

ANYWAYS, I genuinely hope this problem makes sense!!! It's light, but as I said, it's unhealthy!!

Very very very very much hope that you've enjoyed, Anon 🙏🙏

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loupy-mongoose · 7 months

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Another writing that got long, so putting a Read More~

I wish I could've continued this interaction as a comic, but I ran out of energy. Life got busy, my mood fluctuated. So this one's written. X3

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Lavender woke in her bed with a gasp. She sat up, gulping air as the dream vision invaded her waking mind.

It wasn't real... It was just a vision... It wouldn't have hurt you, Lav. It wouldn't have hurt you...

As she calmed down, her attention shifted to something else.

She reached out with her mind.

...Nico?...

Nothing.

Lav's face scrunched up in anger. Dang it...

She flopped back onto her pillow, her arms sprawled out beside her. Here eyes were shut tight. Rrrrrrgh... Sorry, Nico, I didn't mean to wake up!

Something tickled her attention in her mind, but she didn't dwell on it.

Curse the flimsiness of our connection!

This time, she couldn't ignore it.

.a...v..nder?...

Lav froze, listening intently and focusing with all her might.

...Nico?

...u.. s....ll ..ear m....?

Lav smiled and mentally shouted as strongly as she could, careful to not connect with her family's mindscapes. I hear you, Nico! I hear you! Can you hear me?!

Lav? Lav!? I heard you!

Yes! Lav clenched her fists in her spike of joy. YES! Finally! We can talk without the worry of it collapsing at the slightest breath!

I'm... Kinda surprised you still want to talk... I'm sorry about the visions. I got carried away...

No, no, it's fine! It just startled me!

...It seemed like a strong reaction for just a startle...

I'm fine, honest! Lav tried to ignore that he was right. Anyway, that’s not the end of the story, right? You said you didn’t feel guilty then… But you clearly regret what happened.

...I do... His voice was subdued. Yes. I now regret what happened. But... Back then, I was truly the monster they wanted me to be. I was their good little weapon, until I decided they didn't see me as an equal.

After I d... d-destroyed the lab... I roamed Kanto. I challenged people and Pokemon alike... I attacked them... I...

His mental voice broke.

I killed them...

Both Lav and Nico fell silent. Lav could tell she was getting more adept at this connection thing, as she faintly felt that they were still linked.

What changed?

You said Fuji taught you gentleness and kindness, but you still... She shivered, hoping that he couldn't sense her apprehension. What made you change your mind from "monster" to regretful?

...Jovie.

Lav couldn't help smiling at the pure warmth in his mental voice. Your mate?

He spoke with a wistful tone. If Fuji planted the seeds, Jovie watered and nurtured them.

I, uh....

I stumbled into her home town. A little hidden place called Shadegrove. I... I attacked... And she defended.

Looking back... she was amazing.

So brave, and strong. Determined to save the town and people she loved.

And she succeeded.

I couldn't overpower her, so I left. Exhausted. Embarrassed.

And Furious.

First my parent, then this...

Lav felt a jolt.

I figured Mews wanted nothing to do with the Monster they had created.

Woah woah woah, wait! Your parent? Did you know your parent?

...

I saw them leave. Before I left my incubation tube.

Incubation tube? Lav took a mental note of the strange phrase.

I'm sure of it... It's my earliest memory.

A Mew's tail vanishing into the distance... Either my parent, or a Mew who knew me...

It abandoned me.

And after Jovie attacked me, I thought... I thought it was me. Mews hated me.

But I was wrong.

She followed me.

And I would be dead now if she hadn't

She found me after a challenge I'd made went wrong, and healed me up. And she did the unthinkable.

She was kind to me.

She worked to get to know me.

She cared about me.

And I found myself returning those feelings.

She made me laugh.

She made me care.

She made me happy.

And eventually... we fell in love.

That's... pretty much all the important stuff...

Lav sat quiet, contemplating the rest of the story she'd heard. Is that how you got that scar?

...Yeah...

You ever hear about Zapdos?

She felt her heart skip a beat, remembering stories her dad had read to her of the powerful electric-type legendary bird. ...Wow...

Yup.

They both went quiet.

Nico...

Lav's mental voice was soft.

Thank you. Seriously. For being brave enough to share that with me.

Wou... Would you be okay with me telling it to my dad?

Nico was silent. Lav could almost feel the buzz of his mind as he contemplated. Finally, he spoke up.

If you think it'll help. I... I worry it won't, but... You know him better than I do.

Do what you think is best, Lav.

Lav tried to form the question; Why are you afraid of him? But a yawn broke her concentration. She looked at the time.

Shoot. I should go back to sleep, or I'll be hurting tomorrow. Catch ya later?

If you want to!

Yeah! She smiled. Good night, Nico!

Good night, Lav.

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kaufmann-6 · 26 days

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What are the batfamily's thoughts on Taylor Swift?

I think Bruce would dislike her the most but not because he thinks she's bad, but because his kids listen to her so much and people *cough* Dick *cough* talk about her incessantly that it's become annoying and if he hears Dick scream "Hey, I don't know about you, but I'm feeling 22!" at the top of his lungs one more time he's going to lash out.

Damian probably pretends he doesn't like her. I don't think he listens to Taylor, but after Dick forced him to listen to every single song on the Folklore album he's gained some respect for her writing, that album is really relatable, many songs talk about mental health and some other stuff I think Damian would relate to.

Jason, on the other hand, is the secret swiftie. He tells eveyone his favorite band is some rock or heavy metal one like ACDC (which he does like) but meanwhile he's listening to the Speak Now and Reputation albums on repeat.

Cass probably doesn't care about Taylor that much, but she laughs at Bruce's misery and listens to her songs if it means she can spend more time with her siblings and has something to talk about with them.

I think Tim has some very crazy musical taste. I can imagine him having zero playlists, he just hits shuffle on his library and goes for it. So he likes Taylor's songs, but probably wouldn't be able to name her. He's like "oh yeah I like that song, I have it saved on by library but I have no idea of who the singer/band of this one is".

Babs likes Taylor and she has no shame on admitting that. Dick is the one who turned her, obviously. I think she would sit on an armchair, curled up with a book and listen to Evermore as she reads.

Stephanie doesn't think Taylor is bad, but she probably doesn't like her as much as some of the other members of family do. Maybe she has like, five Taylor songs in her library that she (secretly, she didn't want him to know and freak out) saw Jason listen to that she couldn't deny were good, but she doesn't activelly listens to Taylor.

Alfred, well, he isn't a pop guy, but he obviously knows eveything that there is to know about Taylor because Dick is a millenial and he would spend hours talking about Taylor to Aflie when Bruce got tired of him.

He got curious one day and listened to some of her songs. They weren't his taste but he gets why Dick likes her.

I don't know much about Duke's personality to know for sure but I think he likes her, he probably has a pop playlist on his phone and Taylor is there along with other artists he likes. He a casual fan, doesn't know anything about her life but enjoys some of her music.

And finally the ultimate #1 Swiftie, Dick Grayson. He's obsessed with Taylor and has been listening her music since the vey beggining. Knows every song and the meaning behind them, knows everything about Taylor life and the drama stories and calls Taylor and Travis his parents, which makes Bruce extremelly ofended.

He bugs his entire family about the latest Taylor nation news, tells jokes like "I'm in my junk food era" and "you never get out of style, baby", tries to insert Taylor references in every conversations, would absolutely be that friend who would tell you to name your baby Rebekah or Marjorie and broke a coffee mug when he found out Jason liked Taylor, hugging him excitedly.

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sturniolosugar · 3 months

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DAMAGED PT. 3

pairing y/n and chris sturniolo

summary: Y/N is in a toxic relationship with her boyfriend Gio. Y/n meets someone named Chris and ends up in a fucked up situation.

warnings: mentions of smoking, mental health talk

didn’t proof read tbh

pt1 pt2 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7

Its been about 2 weeks since I’ve last seen Chris. We’ve texted every now and then but not as much as I would like. Maybe he doesn’t wanna be around me..? Maybe I’m just overthinking or maybe I’m right. I haven’t really stopped thinking about him since the last time we were together. I can’t stop thinking about how he kissed my wrist where the red marks that Gio had left were. Do friends do that type of stuff? Was he just being friendly? I don’t even know at this point. My fucking brain hurts. It’s not like I have feelings for Chris or anything. I just miss him. As a friend of course. I’ve been pretty lonely since me and Gio officially broke up. Just because I honestly don’t have friends, I would always be around Gio’s friends. But I never really had any of my own since I graduated. I’ve been in my head so much I think I’m actually going a little crazy. Chris texts me at random times & then doesn’t respond for hours. I thought we could be friends but maybe he decided that he doesn’t wanna be friends with a person like me. I felt a connection. We bonded. Maybe I’m just tripping. I don’t even know anymore. Universe please give me fucking answers.

5 pm same day

I’m just getting out of the shower when I hear a ding on my phone and grab my phone. “Hey sorry I’ve been hella busy. Do you wanna hang?” The text from Chris reads. My heart beat speeds up. Yes I wanna fucking hang out, what the fuck kind of question is that? I’ve been dying to hangout with you for what felt like years. I need to calm down it’s literally been 2 weeks. “Sure” I respond to the text trying to seem nonchalant even though I’m very much the opposite of nonchalant. “Okok I’ll pick you up and we can chill at my place if you want.” He responds. I text him back and agree. Some time passes before I hear him pull in the driveway. I walk out of my front door and walk towards his car. I get into the vehicle and immediately look at Chris. He’s already looking at me smiling. “Hey stranger” he says. “Heyyy” I say smiling.

A couple hours go by with hanging out with Chris. We are sitting on his bed less than a foot apart and just talking about a variety of things like our past, and parents and how it was growing up, enjoying each other’s company while listening to music and smoking. I tell him about how my mom lives an hour away and I never get to see her anymore & about how my dad left me and my mom when I was 6 years old. He tells me about his parents and how they live in the same town as us they are just always working so he doesn’t get to see them often.

I explain to him that I am diagnosed with bpd, depression and anxiety and we talk a lot about our mental health. “It’s hard you know. I feel really deeply and have never known what it’s like to not feel deep” I say. “I get that for real. I’m diagnosed with bipolar disorder, sometimes I get really self destructive and isolate myself. The highs are high but the lows are very low” Chris responds and passes me the blunt that we have been smoking on. “I don’t ever talk about shit like this. Whenever I tried talking to Gio about it he would laugh and say that I’m dramatic” I say hitting the blunt and looking down at the ground. “Fuck him. He’s missing out on a raw, rare, beautiful soul” Chris says. I feel myself warm up on the inside. His words stick with me so much. I hand Chris the almost gone blunt.

“I hope I didn’t accidentally get you into smoking” Chris chuckles before putting the blunt out. I asked him if we could smoke because I loved the way it made me feel last time. “No I just like how it makes me feel” I respond laughing and shaking my head. “I never knew how to inhale until I smoked with you last time. If I would of known this is how it feels like I would of started smoking a long time ago” I laughed. “That’s how I felt when I first started smoking.” He says. “I just watched how you inhaled and exhaled. You basically taught me how to smoke without realizing it.” I say looking at him. His eyes are glossy and red. I don’t know if it’s possible but I think he looks even more attractive when he’s high. “I could teach you a lot of things If you would let me.” He says under his breath quickly. “What did you say?” I ask. He moves closer to me so that way our knees are touching. “Nothing.” He says and smiles innocently. My heart beat quickens and I get nervous as his knee touches my knee. He notices my energy change. I feel like I wouldn’t have a reaction if I was sober, but I’m high.

I lay back onto his bed trying to change positions that way there is space between us. He moves and lays back next to me. Fuck. I need space. When I’m high and around him I feel some type of way. He’s close to me again and Im trying to keep my composure. “Do I make you nervous?” He says pushing my hair behind my ear with his fingers. “What? No- I’m-” I stop in the middle of my sentence as I can’t come up with a lie fast enough. “Can I hold you?” He says catching me off guard. “Yeah, if you want.” I say hesitantly. He grabs my body and moves me closer to him. He puts his arms around my waist so that way he’s spooning me. He gently rubs his fingers across my skin. My body tenses and I unintentionally get goosebumps. “Your touch deprived” he whispers. “Im okay- I just-” I start to say but am cut off by Chris. “You don’t have to explain, I just know by the way your body reacts to my touch.” He says. He pulls me impossibly closer to him. We sit there listening to music for a couple minutes before he speaks. “I’m having a party on Saturday if you would like to come you can.” He says. “Yeah I can come.” I say knowing I have no other plans. “Bet” he says. I turn to face him and stare into his eyes. His eyes are so beautiful. He’s so beautiful. It almost bothers me. Because I know that if I think he’s attractive so does a ton of other girls and I could never compete even if I wanted to. I wonder what his type is? “Why are you staring at me?” He says smiling. “I don’t know” I say blushing. “Your beautiful” he says out of the blue. “Thank you” I say feeling my face get hot. We stare into each other eyes not saying a word but it felt like we were having a whole conversation only using our eyes.

I hear my phone ding and grab my phone to see who texted. It’s Gio. I open the message to see a picture of him holding another girls hand. He’s lame as fuck. That’s some middle school shit. I scoff and hold up my phone to Chris to show him the message. He shakes his head “what is he 5 years old? He’s butthurt as fuck & tryna be petty” he says. I put my hands over my face and shake my head. “I have an idea.” He says, his face lighting up. “What?” I ask curiously. “We can always send him a picture back, except a better picture that will make him lose his mind” he says with a blank facial expression. My heart sinks. What does he mean? “Okay. What do we do in the picture?” Chris grabs my phone out of my hand and presses the camera icon. The camera is now on us.

“Stick out your tongue” Chris says. I stick out my tongue and he sticks out his tongue making the tips of our tongues touch. My body freezes. He takes the picture and I force out a laugh trying to hide the fact that I want to feel more of his tongue. I want his tongue in my mouth, on my body, everywhere. But I hold my composure together and smile. There’s no way this motherfucker is gonna send that. “It’s to blurry redo it” he says. My heart drops but I quickly stick my tongue out and he sticks his tongue out making our tongues touch again. I try to hold back my smile. He takes multiple pictures and I start to laugh and pull myself back. He laughs and goes through the pictures we just took. I feel my body heating up as tons of emotions run through my entire body. I try to suppress the emotions so that way he can’t tell I’m freaking out on the inside. He stares at the pictures and I move closer so that way I can see them as well. We stare at the pictures not saying a word. He looks up at me making our eyes lock. His fucking gaze. He smiles and looks back down at the phone. He favorites some of the pictures and then goes to the messages with Gio and sends one of the pictures. I start to laugh and shake my head. “If he wants to be petty so can we” Chris says smiling and shrugging his shoulders. I laugh and shrug my shoulders. “Block him” Chris says with a non readable facial expression. I pause for a moment before grabbing my phone and blocking Gio.

Chris’s POV

I grab y/n’s phone and open her camera app and put the camera on us. I lean closer to her and tell her to stick out her tongue. She sticks out her tongue and I take the chance to stick out my tongue as well making the tips of our tongues touch not knowing how she would react. I take a couple pictures purposefully shaking the camera a little bit so that way they would turn out a little blurry so that way I had another excuse to feel her tongue against mine again. We stick out our tongues again making our tongues touch for the second time. I take multiple pictures and she pulls herself away from me and laughs. I swipe through the pictures and feel y/n move closer so she was able to see the pictures as well. We stare at the pictures, I wish I could feel more of her. I wish I could give her the relief she’s been craving since her and Gio broke up. I know she’s touch deprived and I know she’s probably feeling tons of emotions right now but so am I. I was testing the waters to see how she would react but the fact that she let our tongues touch for a second time tells me she didn’t mind it.

I look up from the picture and stare into her beautiful brown eyes. She’s such a beautiful, pure soul. She’s never deserved what she’s been through. I could never bring myself to say this out loud to her but I wish I could spend all of my time with her. I wish I could be around her 24/7. I wish I could heal her heart. I look back down at the pictures before favoriting some of them and sending some to Gio. “If he wants to be petty we can be too” I say laughing and shrugging my shoulders. “Block him” I tell her. She pauses for a moment and then proceeds to block him. It’s not that I wanna be controlling or anything I just didn’t want him to respond to the pictures we sent and call her more names and try to manipulate her anymore than he already has. I just wanted him to see that she’s with me. He doesn’t get to have her anymore. He doesn’t get to touch her, smell her, hear her laugh anymore. I do. And that’s better than any revenge.

Y/N’s POV:

Some time passes and me and Chris are now laying down. “I’m starting to get tired Chris.” I say yawning. “Do you wanna stay the night?” He asks. I think for a second before responding with “No”. He looks at me with a saddened expression on his face. I want to stay the night so bad but I don’t know if I’ll be able to control my emotions or thoughts. I want to stay with him forever but I can’t because I know it’ll be hard for me to keep my hands to myself. The more time I spend with him the more easy it will be to get attached and I can’t let that happen. I have to keep reminding myself not to catch feelings or get attached. I have issues. And I don’t wanna fall for him. I can’t be hurt again. And he probably just sees me as just a friend. Friends can touch tongues right? Shit. I don’t know. “Okay ma. I suppose I’ll take you home instead of tying you up in the basement and keeping you all to myself.” He says smiling before throwing a pillow at my face.

We arrive to my house and pull into my driveway. “Get some sleep mama. Text me tomorrow.” He says. Ugh something about him calling me mama makes me wanna change my mind and stay the night at his house. I smile “goodnight Christopher drive safe” I say before getting out of the car and walking into my house. I get inside my room and change into pajamas. I pick up my phone and go to my camera roll. I stare at the pictures me and Chris took.

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aanoia · 1 year

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Live for you

JJ Maybank x reader

Summary; reader is fresh out of the mental hospital

Warnings; huge TW, suicide, self harm, mental hospital, mentions of alcohol and weed

Words; 1000+

If you are struggling please reach out. To me, or someone you trust. Please. I will sit and listen to your problems all night. Coming from someone who has attempted suicide and who self harmed for years, in the end it does not help. I understand the feeling of never getting better, but please try. I am here for everyone.

Requests are welcome and encouraged! I have a anon submission box and you can ask in comments!

There’s one thing no one prepares you for in a mental hospital. Leaving. Great deals of dread and loneliness fill my body as the beach rolls by. Memories of surfing and messing around with friends flood my mind. My friends. I haven’t heard from them in two months. The hospital didn’t allow anyone who wasn’t family to contact me. I missed them. I missed the Pogues.

We pulled up to my house. It was a decent size. My parents didn’t make as much money as Kook parents, but not as little as Pogue parents. We were in the middle. Not rich enough to be a Kook, and not poor enough to be a Pogue. The car stopped and my mom turned around in the passenger seat with a comforting smile.

“We’re home, sweetie.” She said softly. That’s one of the many things I hate about just being out of a mental hospital for trying to kill yourself. Everyone states the obvious as if I’m too numbed by the want to commit suicide that I can’t see what’s right in front of me.

I undid my seatbelt with shaky hands and opened the car door. Slowly I rose out of the car and took a deep breath as my dad got out of the car himself. He gave me a smile, which I weakly returned before he went to the door of the house and unlocked it. The bags and worry lines were prominent on his face. I pinch my thigh, feeling guilty to put him and my mom through so much turmoil.

I walked through the doorway and was greeted with the familiar warmth of lavender candles and soft knit blankets which my mom made. The house was exactly how I left it, nothing seemed to be different. Everything was the same, except a painting. One I made when I was in seventh grade. It had moved to a different wall, and was closer to the ground then I remembered.

I gently rubbed my wrist, soothing the small ache of my scars. My mom and dad lingered in the living room, not saying anything but closely watching me. Their eyes burned into my back as I slowly walked up the stairs, savoring the feeling of the smooth wood railing. My leg tingled as I remembered when I tumbled down the stairs and broke my ankle when I was ten. I was so sure I was going to die as I laid in the backseat of the car with tears streaming down my face. In the passenger seat my mom tried her hardest not to have a heart attack as my dad was slightly amused at the situation, but still had slight worry for his daughter.

I walked down the hallway to the door of my room. The door was still painted black with white specks of paint and five hand prints, all different colors. The F/c handprint was mine, the red one was JJ’s, pink was Kiara’a, blue was Pope’s, and purple was John B’s. We painted it together only three months before I was rushed to the hospital. Only three months where my world almost ended. It seemed like a lifetime ago, despite it only being five months ago.

The golden doorknob was cold as I gently twisted it and it creaked as I opened the door, the sense of familiarity making me feel a little bit better. My room was the same. The only difference is it was clean. And also probably stripped of all the shards of glass, blades, pills, joints, and alcohol I had hidden. It even smelled the same. Vanilla, with a hint of cinnamon, as JJ would say.

Tears stung my eyes as I looked at the polaroids that were taped onto my wall into the shape of a heart. My favorite, which was in the middle of the heart, was JJ and I kissing during sunset. Pope had taken the picture without us realizing and gifted it to me for my birthday. I touched the polaroid, wiping away a speck of dust before exiting my room with a new found urgency.

I walked down the stairs quickly to meet my parents sitting at the island, talking quietly with each other. They looked at me with confusion.

“What’s got you in such a hurry?” My dad asked with a small smile to show he was joking. I half smiled back.

“I need to go to the chateau. I need to see my friends.” I said with a steady voice, which surprised even me.

My mom and dad looked at each other before my dad nodded. “I’ll take you.” He said and grabbed the car keys. He kissed my mom goodbye and I waved to her as we left the house. The car ride was silent as we drove, the only sound being the radio.

My dad parked a little ways away from the chateau, the Twinkie taking up parking space. I hesitated once I saw the group. They were laughing but they seemed unenthusiastic. JJ was smoking, as usual, as he sat against the big tree, a small, broken smile on his lips.

“Dad?” I asked, not taking my eyes from the group.

“Yes?”

“What if they hate me?”

“Why would they hate you, sweetheart?”

“I tried to leave them. I tried to leave him. How could he ever forgive me?” I questioned, a single tear falling from my eye.

“JJ loves you. I don’t think a single bone in his body could hate you. He’s your boyfriend, and your best friend, and he’s JJ.”

I nodded. “Yeah, he’s JJ.” I said as Pope looked in the car's direction. A moment passed before he shot up and pointed.

“Go.” My dad said and I looked over to him.

“Okay. I love you.”

He grabbed my hand and squeezed it, “I love you too.”

I looked back at the group. They were all standing now, looking over as I opened the door and stepped out. After a second, a second of recognition, a second of disbelief, a second of relief, JJ broke out in a sprint. His body collided with mine and I didn’t waste a second. I wrapped my arms around his shoulder as his body shook in my grasp. The rest piled in. We were just a group of friends, hugging desperately as tears streamed down our faces. I didn’t even hear as my dad drove away.

After a few minutes, we broke apart, the only one who didn’t let go of me was JJ. And I was perfectly content with it as I ran my fingers through his hair, pressing soft kisses to the top of his head.

“JJ, don’t suffocate her.” John B said with a teary laugh. Slowly JJ pulled away and I placed my hand on his cheeks, wiping away his tears with a smile.

“You’re okay?” JJ said, but it sounded more like a question than a statement.

I shook my head, “No. But I’m alive.” I said and he nodded, another tear dripping down his cheek.

I pulled away from JJ and Kiara gave me a quick, tight hug.

“Sorry, I just had to give you another hug. I’ve missed you so fucking much.” She said and wiped her face.

My smile fell as I looked over the group and their tear stained faces, “I am so sorry, guys.”

“Sorry? You have nothing to be sorry for. If anything we’re sorry for not providing you the support you needed.” Pope said and a sob fell from my lips.

“I’m sorry, it just hurt too much. I’m sorry for trying to leave you guys behind.” I said with a shaky voice and JJ wiped my cheeks with the pads of his thumbs.

“Shh, sh, it’s okay. We’re okay. You’re okay.” He whispered and I took a deep breath and nodded.

“Yeah.” I whispered. “We’re okay. I’m okay. I’m gonna be okay.”

I laid in the hammock with JJ as we looked up at the stars. I could feel the warmth of the slowly dying fire on my legs.

“I thought I lost you.” JJ muttered and I closed my eyes.

“I know.”

“I was so worried. Your mom she- she kept me updated, but I wanted to hear from you about how you were.”

“I know.” I opened my eyes.

“I thought you were dead, Y/n. I thought the only reason I had to keep living was dead.”

“I know. I-” I sighed. “I’m gonna try to get better. I’m gonna try.”

I looked at JJ who was already looking at me. “And I’m gonna be there for you every step of the way.” He said softly and placed his lips on mine for the first time in months.

I used to think there were two types of love. The kind you’d die for. And the kind you’d kill for. But JJ, he was the kind of the love I would live for. I will live for JJ.

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 10 months

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I really love your love only after death story, so please can I request another for Beelzebub, Apollo and Shiva.

Part 1

-Unlike your dream wedding, where you would marry the man of your dreams out of love, you were forced into an arranged marriage by your cruel uncle to a man you had never met before.

-You were rumored to be an evil and vain woman, spoiled beyond belief, greedy and cruel to others.

-Those rumors couldn’t be farther from the truth.

-Your uncle killed your parents and beat you into silence, so he could inherit all of your parent’s wealth, telling you that you were only good to marry off for connections and if you said anything you would be tortured slowly until death.

-You were terrified of pain, so you complied, building a wall around you, to protect yourself, so you came off quiet and a bit aloof, but to others, you came off as cold.

-Your marriage was not a happy one, your husband never sought you out, treating you like a pest, doing his best to ignore you for the two years he needed to be married to you, via the contract with your uncle.

-The servants, however, were quick to learn the truth, realizing that you were a kind person, just guarded, as you always spoke to them with respect, not like they were beneath you, earning their respect and admiration.

-Your husband was another story, as he never saw this side of you, as he always treated you with so much hostility, despite never giving him a reason to be.

-You just took it, praying that you would survive, mentally and emotionally, until he would divorce you, then you would run away and live quietly, far away from both your uncle and your cold husband.

-Despite his hostility towards you, you couldn’t help but admire him, he was such a strong leader, loved and admired by all. You respected him fiercely and made sure to never do anything to embarrass him.

-Your heart broke, after a little over a year, when you saw him having tea with another woman, who was dressed in a rather risqué dress, flirting shamelessly with him.

-You left before he told her off, telling her that he was a married man and when she tried to bat her eyes at him, saying that you didn’t give him what she could provide, he got up and left her.

-Your husband was stunned to find you a few days later, sitting with a couple of children, one on either side of you and a younger one in your lap, reading to them, a gentle smile on your face, one he hadn’t seen before.

-He paid a bit more attention, listening to the servants speak about how kind you were. It confused him as he thought you were just like your uncle, cruel and evil.

-It was three weeks later when your uncle laid siege to the massive home you lived in, wanting to kill both you and your husband so he could inherit the wealth.

-You were reading to the children when the attack happened, immediately telling them to run as the guards ran to face the enemies and you ran with the servants.

-You heard a child scream, and you could only turn in slow motion, seeing a cruel man about to strike down a child with a sword.

-You don’t think you’ve moved so fast in your life, grabbing a water pitcher and catching the blade, disarming the enemy before grabbing the sword, putting yourself between the servants and children and the group of men who were quick to find your group, defenseless.

-Your husband quickly dealt with the attack, handling it with ease until he turned as one of the maids ran for him, “Save Y/N! She’s can’t fight them all off on her own!”

-His blood ran cold, hearing another group of enemies had found you.

-When he arrived, the sound of sobbing children was all he could hear, his eyes widening, seeing the bodies of a total of eight men, attackers, all dead, the servants you protected and the children sitting around your dead body, a small smile on your face.

-He was told that you protected them all, allowing one of the maids to run for help, by showing your own skills with a sword, but eight on one was bad odds.

-Your body was covered in wounds, large stab wounds that you continued to fight with, fighting through the pain to keep them safe.

-When the last man fell, that’s when you also fell, dying with a smile on your face.

-His family were quick to answer the call to arms, arriving when the battle was over with, seeing (God) cradling your body.

-You were buried with full honors, honored as a hero for your actions and when his family helped him clean out your modest room, he found your diary and a neatly wrapped present.

-They learned of your uncle’s crimes, the murder of your parents and the abuse you were forced to endure, being beaten into silence, as well as the rumors about how cold and cruel you were, when you were just trying to protect yourself.

-He immediately gave orders to capture your uncle and be brought to him for immediate execution. None opposed his order.

-He could see in your words the love you had for him, starting off as respect before moving to love, causing his heart to break because he treated you so coldly.

-His heart broke a second time when he read the misunderstanding with that other woman, believing her to be his lover, the woman who made him happy.

-Your desire to last until the divorce and your plans to live in a quiet countryside home, surrounded by flowers and an orchard was so simple sounding, it sounded so nice.

-He looked at the gift box, after reading your diary, that you had gotten him a present for his birthday, which made him smile softly, as he hadn’t celebrated it in years, but you couldn’t find a way to give it to him, especially after seeing him with another woman.

-Beelzebub- No tears were shed at your funeral from your husband, he was numb, your diary clutched to his chest as others cried around him, servants, children, friends, showing him how much you had been loved. It was only until the last person left, when he was alone, much like always, when he finally broke, sinking to his knees before your grave, anguish building inside of him. He longed for death, wanting to be beside you, he didn’t want to live with this grief any longer! Multiple attempts only to end in futile tears, Lilith’s curse keeping him alive, even when he screamed up to the skies, begging for death, begging to die to be with you. His grief would only grow and grow, his tears never stopping as he longed to turn back time, to right his wrongs. Your gift was simple, but meaningful, new notebooks and pens for his research, along with a book about rare plants, something he had been studying lately, you had paid him so much attention, why couldn’t he had done the same thing for you.

-Apollo- He never knew regret like this before, he’s a known womanizer and had multiple lovers, only stopping when he married you, to show what a good husband he was to the public eye, even if he never treated you like how a husband should treat his wife. Reading your diary again, reading the pure love you had for him, it was a feeling Apollo wasn’t used to, seeing that someone truly loved him, not for his looks, but for his heart, for his hard work, you loved him for him, and he didn’t know how to deal with that. Learning that you were guarding yourself to protect yourself from your uncle, protecting yourself from being hurt made Apollo feel so much regret, a husband should protect his wife and make her feel safe. He had never done that for you, and the thought gnawed at his heart. Your gift was a simple one, nothing at all like the grand gifts he was used to getting, a beautiful blank notebook with flowers adoring it, meant for writing poetry, as you knew he liked poetry. He wept silently over the gift, it was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever gotten for him, and you were gone.

-Shiva- You knew he had three wives and over time, you had befriended his wives, and they had learned what a kind person you were, you were nothing like the rumors, they could tell that you were guarding yourself. They did what they could, helping the rumors, but Shiva wouldn’t really go out of his way for you, even on the insistence of his wives, you weren’t like his other wives, married for love, this marriage was an arranged one, so why should he put in the effort to someone he didn’t truly love. The other woman you saw him with broke your heart, because he at least seemed to be giving her more attention than he gave you, even if it was negative. It was like you were just there during the marriage. Reading your diary, reading the suffering you went through, made him furious, angry at himself for not doing more, blaming only himself for being so stubborn, he couldn’t blame his other wives because they tried to tell him, and while he was grateful they weren’t berating him now, he could feel their lingering eyes, their disappointment. Shiva could recall every moment spent with you how you would look at him and his wives, seeing them so happy, getting hugs and kisses, gentle affections, and how you had longing eyes, wanting that for yourself. You just wanted love, you wanted to feel safe enough to open up and show your true self, but you didn’t because he didn’t make you feel safe. He failed you as a husband. Parvati was the one who had found the gift meant for his birthday and opened it with his wives by his side, finding a large book filled with pictures and the history of dances from around the world, as you knew he loved dancing. Your gift was simple, but meaningful, it was so beautiful.

Part 2

-It had been two months since your death, two months since your widowed husband had been mourning your tragic death.

-That woman that you thought he was having an affair with tried to waltz into his life, only a week after he buried you, trying to butter him up so he would marry her instead.

-That didn’t end well for her.

-The love and respect he showed for you was nothing like how it had been when you were married, something he wished he could have taken back.

-He believed he would never be able to find another woman like you, never in his life. None could replace the void you left in his heart.

-A chance came to him, from his family, who had a simply wrapped box delivered, one that came with a letter with instructions as well as a warning, ‘Don’t ask how I got this, but you can only use this once. If you fail, then it is on you. Wear this to bed tonight and speak nothing about this to anyone.’

-When he opened the box, he found inside was a simple amulet necklace with a rainbow opal in the center, the colors swirling as if it was alive.

-His eyes widened, knowing this amulet, it was a powerful magical artifact, one that could turn back time.

-He wasted no time, despite it being the middle of the day, and ran to his bedroom, putting the amulet on and read the instructions, to think about ‘when’ he wanted to return to.

-When he awoke, he started slightly, looking around to see nothing really out of place, other than the belongings he had brought to his rooms, your belongings, were gone, back in their place with you.

-He was quick to dress and rush out, ignoring the servants as he looked around for you as he thought about where he was, ‘If this worked, it should only be about three months after our wedding.’

-He heard laughter and followed the sound, seeing a group of children taking turns holding your hands, dragging you around the garden, a gentle smile on your face.

-He leaned heavily against the door frame leading into the garden, his whole body sagging with relief, seeing you there, seeing you alive.

-His hand lifted to his heart, elation filling him as he made the silent vow to himself that he was going to love you the way you should be loved and do everything in his power to make you happy.

-He followed after you and the children, remaining back and the children were giggling, seeing that he almost seemed shy, not wanting to approach, fine with watching from a distance.

-You were a bit confused by his actions, curious as to why he was following you and the children, as he remained too far back to speak properly with him

-Once in a larger field in the gardens the children ran off to play tag while you remained under the gazebo, watching over them.

-It was only then (Love) approached you, saying your name with such softness that it nearly made you leap out of your skin.

-You turned, bowing politely to him but (Love) stunned you, cupping your face gently with one hand, guiding your eyes to meet his own and you were stunned, seeing such a gentle smile on his face and fondness in his eyes that almost looked like tears.

-He could tell you were uneasy, looking a bit freaked out in all honesty, but his sudden change of attitude before he took your hand, pecking the back of it gently, “Forgive me, Y/N. I have been a neglectful husband to you. I swear that I will do whatever I can to make you happy to stand by my side.”

-You were freaking out a bit more, looking to the sides, wondering if you were being pranked before your eyes narrowed in distrust, “Are you really my husband?”

-His booming laughter surprised you as he leaned back, his fondness for you growing, sweeping you into his arms, dancing with you using only the music in his heart, “I am, I know I haven’t been the best husband to you. I now see that you’re just like me, you’ve built a wall to protect yourself from others. You have a kind and gentle heart, Y/N, one that is scared of being hurt again. I want to protect you now; I want to protect that precious heart.”

-His words quickly had you running through a range of emotions, stunned that he knew you had a wall built around you, that you were afraid of being hurt again, before you were blushing bright red, embarrassed by his passionate words, which made him smile down at you.

-The children were peeking from around a bush, watching the two of you dance.

-As the dance stopped, (Love) bent over and pecked your cheek, making you squeak before instantly you heard the children, “Ooooh~~~~” you flushed bright red, hearing their teasing as they had been watching while (Love) laughed softly as you turned, hiding your red face behind your hands.

-True to his word, almost like he was a changed man, turned into the best husband he could be, escorting you everywhere, giving you soft affections and simple but meaningful gifts, as he knew you liked those better than the extravagant ones.

-He fiercely defending you against those who didn’t know you, those who thought you were an icy bitch, demanding to know why they believed the rumors about you without actually knowing the real you, calling them out on their cruelty and hypocrisy.

-When that woman came around, he refused to let her even enter the grounds of his home, “I have a wife, one that I care for deeply, I have no need for you!” (For Huang he got rid of all of his concubines, no longer wanting them.)

-You were stunned by everything he had been doing for you, your own image growing beside him, as more people got to know the real you.

-The day he announced to you that he had collected proof on the crimes of your uncle, enough to bring him to justice, you broke down in harsh sobs, relieved.

-Your tears actually delayed him, as he doted on you, tending to his wife, trying to calm you down and assure you that he was going to be all right.

-You testified against your uncle, showing the scars from the beatings he had given to you, something that infuriated your husband even more so, and with all the evidence, your uncle was executed and buried without a single person attending his funeral.

-You had never felt so happy in your life, except for when your parents were still alive, (Love) made you feel so loved, so happy. You had admired him for his power and command, but having his gentle love, just for you, was something so different, so special.

-On his birthday, long before his family and friends would arrive, you gave him the gift you had been preparing for him for a while now.

-Beelzebub- Many were stunned, seeing how close to the two of you were, in public, Beelzebub was like normal, quiet and stoic, never really showing any emotions, but behind closed doors he was a man longing for love, melting into your arms, hugging you close, smiling and being the doting husband, the one he should have always been. He held the memories of his anguish, his guilt, close, as a reminder of what he had almost lost had he not been giving this second chance. The curse Lilith gave him slowly disappeared as his love for you grew, and it was at that moment he realized that she was preventing him from killing himself so he could have love, he could have his happiness. The gifts for his birthday were the same, but this time he was able to show you his appreciation, showering you with kisses and adoration, wrapping his arms around you, a deep sigh leaving him, so grateful he had this second chance. When you pulled away, a shy blush on your cheeks, you held his hand in yours, “We will have something else we will need to research together, my love.” He was confused until you put his hand on your belly, and he instantly froze, his eyes going wide before meeting your own and you smiled. Round two of kisses and praise, elation filling every inch of his body.

-Apollo- Notorious playboy Apollo truly had changed, doting solely on his wife, turning away any other women that tried to approach him, stunning everyone, even his own family. He was like he was a changed man, sort of, as he shamelessly flirted with you all the time, as now all his attention was on you. He was also very protective of you, not hesitating to shout at anyone who would talk badly about you, thinking you were a cold and cruel person, “Do you know her? How can you say she’s evil when you know nothing about her!?” Apollo gathered evidence against your uncle and brought him to justice, which brought you to happy tears and Apollo spent hours showering you with affection. On his birthday, you hesitated giving him his present after all the other gifts were opened, yours felt plain but when he opened it, seeing the same poetry book, he instantly swept you into his arms, elation on his face, twirling you around with joy.

-Shiva- His wives were just as surprised at you with his sudden change about you, treating you like how he treated them, which they loved, seeing you happy and coming out of your shell and soon others were able to see it, seeing you blossom. When the crimes of your uncle were brought to light, many came to realize the reason why you had acted the way you did, to protect yourself, showing your strength to survive by any means necessary. Shiva loved all of his gifts for his birthday, showering kisses upon each of his wives, including you when he opened your gift, the book about dancing and the five of you spent the afternoon looking at the book together, just enjoying being with one another. Parvati sent you a small smile and a wink, the signal for your second present and you hesitated before you spoke, “Shiva~ would you ever love another woman besides us?” your question stunned him and he almost grew angry at the thought, “Why would you think that?!” seeing all of his wives smiling at him confused him before you put a hand on your belly, “What if she called you papa?” he was stunned and within moments everyone knew that you were pregnant as he ran around his palace, screaming it at the top of his lungs while you were laughing with your co-wives as they cuddled up to you, putting their hands on your belly. You were truly happy at last.

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yandere-sins · 2 years

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Sorry

Continuing on the manipulation train and adding more threats to the situation! This story will come to an end after Sintember I think, but there’s another chapter after this! Enjoy ^^

Fandom: Original Content Pairings: Yandere!Stepbrother x GN!Reader Warnings: Yandere, Violence (Mention of Biting/Restraints/Hurting loved ones/Death/Killing/Poisoning/Torture/Forced Suicide), Hinting at sexual acts/touches, Unrelated Stepsibling-cest implications, Possessiveness, Getting scolded by parents, Mental Breakdown, Manipulation, Threats, False Accusations

Prompt: @sintember It was an accident! - You swear you didn’t mean to do it. Some might even believe you.

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"I can't believe you broke it!"

Throwing her hands in the air, your mother paced back and forth from the kitchen to the living room. She was livid, and you stood stiffly in the middle of the room, your head hanging low as the recipient of all the anger. You tried to help pick up the pieces of the porcelain statue she had inherited from her grandparents, but she smacked your hand away every time you reached for it, treating you like a child that would play with the sharp edges.

All summer, you had endured the miserable, inhuman, and atrocious treatment your stepbrother put you through. Now that your parents were back, you clung to them, hoping they'd notice what was wrong with you. But would they worry if they saw the scars on your body? Would they shrug it off as an accident wound, or would they listen when you tried to explain?

Every time you tried to catch at least one of them alone, your brother found you, playing a sick game of hide-and-seek with you whenever you tried to ditch him. You wanted to show them the scars, but every morning your brother would wait for you to get out of bed so he could dress you in a way no one could see. Your wrists still felt the ropes tightly wrapped around them, the friction they caused burned into your skin worse than a blade could, and his teeth were still embedded in your flesh. Would it be enough to convince them of his mistreatment when you showed them one of his bites?

Somehow you doubted it.

Your stepbrother had done unspeakable things to you. Things that kept you awake at night, wary of his presence approaching you again. He tried to break you with his madness, and you weren't proud that more than once, you gave in rather than continue to fight. But in the end, he hadn't been able to take your hope away. Hope that your parents would catch on to his abuse in the name of love. That they'd come to their senses when they saw their real child torn up and in shambles.

But once again, they were taking his side, which only broke your heart more. They loved you, but your stepbrother had convinced them of his innocence through innumerable manipulations. After countless tries to tell your parents what was going on, your brother sought you out to show you a horrifying collection of tools at his disposal. Some to torture and some to kill. And alongside them, poisons in bottles that he labeled with names, two for your parents, one for you and him. He didn't say much other than cupping your cheek after you stared at the metal blades for a terrifying second, forcing your gaze up at him and your attention on his lips.

"It's your choice what happens to them," he explained. "You can tell them, and they die. Or they try to save you, and we all die. No one will take you from me."

It was a matter of fact, but it didn't make his kiss any less toxic after those words stained his lips. You had no strength to push him away, enduring the drawn-out kiss while tears flooded your eyes with all the memories of the past and the fear that still lingered even now. You didn't want anyone to suffer anymore, especially not yourself. But the danger all of you were in wasn't fair to your parents, who were blissfully unaware.

"I didn't mean to…" you whispered, but your mother clicked her tongue angrily while your dad settled down on the couch with a long, dismissive sigh.

You really didn't. You didn't mean to go through any of these things you endured, and you didn't mean to throw the statuette off the shelf, but things looked different for everyone. All your parents saw was you splashing your glass of water into your brother's lap, which made him jerk in surprise and bump his chair into the shelf behind him, causing the figure to fall out. In reality, they didn't know what he was doing right under their noses, his hand roaming your body like you were his property to touch. You flinched when he brushed past a wound, causing the scene to unfold.

Was there anything you could do to fix this?

Surprisingly, your eyes looked up at your brother, standing across from you on the other side of the room. His lap was shamefully wet, but he didn't seem bothered, standing leisurely against the wall with his arms crossed and watching your mother take care of the mess calmly. But you knew better than that, his jaw ticking, knuckles white. He was angry, but somehow, when he looked at you, his gaze softened. Not angry with you.

I, he mouthed silently.

"Seriously, why must you be so stubborn? Your brother is part of the family now, and you have to learn to accept things in life!"

Will.

"Stop treating him so disrespectfully and rude in his own home all the time just because you have to pretend to be a child throwing a tantrum again! I had it with this attitude of yours!"

Kill them.

"I mean it! What is going on in your head?!"

For you.

You gulped, feeling your mother's gaze burn into the side of your face while you found it hard to tear your eyes away from your stepbrother's lips. She furrowed her brows looking back and forth between you two as she noticed you staring before snipping her fingers in front of your face, demanding your attention. "What is wrong with you?" she gasped exasperated, and you shivered, biting your lip fearfully. "At least say you're sorry!"

Time seemed to slow down for a moment as you stomached your brother's threat. He was angry but at your parents for scolding you. Even though you had thrown a glass of water on his lap, he was still more angry at them than you, and you felt burdened by the responsibility of having to soothe everyone. However, you preferred that to anyone getting hurt because you weren't careful.

"I… am sorry," you apologized to him, lowering your gaze and groveling before him. Hoping it would soothe him. Even without looking at him, you heard your brother push away from the wall, rushing over to you with a few steps. His hand was warm and forgiving, as he rubbed it over your low-hanging head, gently cupping the back of it before pushing you forward and into his arms, imitating you giving him a hug.

Her anger dispersing, your mother let out a deep sigh as she watched you two hug it out. You clawed your fingers into his clothes to make it seem real while he embraced you with the utmost tenderness, enjoying this moment of blissful peace. You felt him smile as he nuzzled his face into your hair and noticed his chest filling as he took a deep breath, seemingly satisfied with how this all played out, his anger subsiding as well.

You had to play along because anything you'd say or do would just backfire. It wasn't a life worth living, but you still had a chance when you moved out to escape it. Every time something like this happened, you felt the sting in your heart that your parents were choosing your stepbrother over you, believing him rather than you. But even worse, you feared any of his reactions to theirs. Because at any given moment, he could snap. You could see it in his eyes. He no longer was an innocent bystander, he was the puppeteer pulling your strings, and as a puppet, you had to do what you could to entertain.

It was infuriating—tears shooting into your eyes—how helpless you were before him. It made you think of just giving up and giving your brother what he wanted, the lives he was threatening weighing down on you so heavily. There was still room for madness he hadn't shown you yet, and even though you hated your parents for their bad judgment, you still loved them regardless. And they loved you, you were sure. Just not as much as their picture-perfect stepson.

"Please, no," you whimpered into his hoodie, feeling the dreadful need to hear it from him. To know he wasn't going to do anything. Your stepbrother's hand stopped midway down your hair that he was soothingly brushing through, thinking for a moment before he hummed affirmatively. You breathed out in relief, slumping into his chest as the tension left you.

"But you have to promise me something," he murmured, your mother swiping up the shards right next to you. Nodding slowly, you tried not to gain any suspicion, and your brother patted the back of your head two times before letting go. "Come see me once you helped mom clean up, okay?"

Blinking a few times and forcing the tears back down their duct, you bit your lip, nodding again. Your brother studied your face, trying to see if you would try something if he left you. But you nervously picked at the sleeves of your shirt, pulling them over the stinging rope burns around your wrist in compliance. If they try to save you, all of us die.

He didn't even need to say it out loud for you to know.

"I'll be waiting for you to clean up," he hummed, and your gaze fell on his stained trousers, the ambiguousness of his words not lost on you.

"I'm sorry, Mom," you breathed out, holding your own hands firmly to stop them from shaking as you offered to help her sweep up the shards. She sighed, rubbing your shoulders and kissing your head, gently telling you it's okay and she's no longer mad. That it was all just a temporary outrage. She even apologized to you for raising her voice, assuring you that while she's sad about it, things happened. Accidents happened. Only, it wasn't an accident at all. The shine in your brother's eyes just before he pushed his chair back and into the shelf had revealed this to be just one, big opportunity for him to cause you more pain and suffering. Almost enough to surrender yourself.

Mom, Dad, you thought. I'm really sorry.

Sorry, I can't save you.

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rhettabbotts · 1 year

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call it what you want - a rhett abbott series || chapter two

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warnings: none. reader and rhett are oblivious about their feelings towards each other. nosey parents.

a/n: i apologize for the long wait. life has been hectic and i haven’t been in the mood to write but i hope you all still enjoy and still want to follow along with rhett and angel’s story <3

You paced around your room in a panic. You must be mental, that could be the only thing that would explain why you agreed to go through this plan with Rhett. Of course, you couldn’t fake a relationship with your best friend that you’ve been in love with since middle school.

You scrubbed your face with your hands as you tried to devise an excuse to flake out. Rhett could tell his mom that you and he broke up, but that would honestly make matters worse instead of better. Your thoughts ran a thousand miles a minute and you couldn’t figure out one good reason to not do this. You knew Rhett better than anyone. His family loved you, they knew what kind of person you were. It didn’t seem like much of a surprise when he told his mom it was you he was seeing. It was only for a month, thirty days, four weeks - you could handle it.

You wouldn’t even have to see each other every day, make a few appearances at the Abbott’s dining table, maybe go out to the bar once or twice. Easy peasy. You wouldn’t have to kiss, wouldn’t have to be all affectionate with each other. Rhett wasn’t like that. This could work, you just have to stay calm and not let your emotions cloud your judgment.

Flopping down on the edge of your bed, you sighed out loud into the empty room.

“This is gonna be fine. It has to be fine,” you said aloud, earning a curious look from your golden retriever Daisy as she trotted into your bedroom. Her floppy ears perked up as you sighed again and she made her way over to you and rested her head on your knees. “I know, girl. I am crazy for saying yes, aren’t I?”

You busied yourself cleaning your apartment, trying to silence your brain by vigorously scrubbing the stainless steel kitchen sink. Your phone pinged with an incoming text message and your heart dropped when your mother’s name came across your screen along with the attached words “Call me.”

She knew. You were sure she knew by now. And you knew you were going to get an earful because she didn’t hear it from you first. You don’t think she would be necessarily upset that you’re “dating” Rhett, but she would be upset that you didn’t mention anything to her. How could you? You didn’t know yourself until this morning.

The phone rang once before your mom was on the other end of the line.

“You wanna tell me why I find out from Ruth down at Albert’s drug store that my daughter is dating Rhett Abbott?” She questioned, voice tinged with aggravation, but not anger.

“He wasn’t kidding,” you muttered to yourself. No matter how much he pleaded with Cecilia, the word was going to get out fast.

“Mama,” you started but couldn’t find the right words. “Mama, we just - it just sort of happened?” You had not discussed your story with Rhett yet, you didn’t know what you were going to tell people when they asked how this came to fruition.

“How long?”

“What?”

“How long have you been keeping this from me? You know I wouldn’t be upset about it. I’m happy for you, honey. But… have I done something to-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, mama. It has nothing to do with you. It’s just all so new and we wanted to figure things out before we told anyone. I hope you can understand that. I wasn’t hiding it from you, I was seeing where it went before I got your hopes up.” You explained, hoping it was convincing enough for her.

“I understand, Angel. You know your daddy and I dated two months before we told anyone. I’m glad you and Rhett finally came to your senses, sweet pea. Lord knows that boy’s been pining after you since grade school.”

“Mom!” You exclaimed as you felt your face warm.

“It’s true! Listen, why don’t you have him over for dinner tomorrow night? We wanna hear all about you two!”

“I don’t know. I’ll have to check with Rhett and-“

“Perfect! We’ll see you at 6! We love you, Angel!”

The line went dead and you slumped against the counter. You groaned into your hands as you covered your face. This was going to be delightful. You knew your mother would ask a million questions and your father would berate Rhett about treating you right. The potent smell of the lemon cleaner burned your nostrils and you needed to take a walk to clear your head before calling Rhett.

Daisy’s tail wagged excitedly as you grabbed her leash and your jacket. It was early fall, the leaves had just started changing colors; beautiful shades of golden yellow and burgundy, and vibrant orange. The wind was brisk and the sun was bright. It made for perfect walking weather. You took Daisy down to the park that was close to your apartment and your hands trembled as your thumb hovered over Rhett’s contact. You hated that you were so nervous all of a sudden. He was still your best friend, that hadn’t changed.

As if he had read your mind, his picture and name appeared on your screen signaling an incoming call from him. You sucked in a deep, shuddering breath before answering.

“I need you to get out of my head,” you laughed, earning a chuckle in return.

“Why, were you thinking about me?” Rhett teased. He sounded winded like he had just finished working.

“Actually, I was. I have to ask you something.” You picked at a loose string on your jacket, nerves bubbling in your stomach.

“Anything for you, Angel. You know that.”

“Well… mama found out. Said something about hearing it from Ruth Everett and she was a little upset that I didn’t say anything to her. So… she’s invited us to dinner at the house tomorrow night so we can tell her and my dad everything. You don’t have to say yes. I know you have a lot going on and I don’t want you to feel pressured into coming and-”

“Angel,” Rhett cut off your rambling, “what kind of boyfriend would I be if I said no?”

You could hear the smirk in his voice and you couldn’t stop the hammering of your heart at the word “boyfriend” even if it was a lie. You told him the time and he promised to be there early. You talked for a few more minutes about random things before you heard Royal yelling in the background and he had to go. You didn’t sleep much that night, too restless with your thoughts flooding your brain.

Sitting at your desk the next day was pure torture. You were in a haze, running over every possible scenario that could occur at dinner with Rhett and your parents. Rhett texted you around lunchtime to inform you that he would be picking you up no later than 5:30. The rest of the day passed by in a blur and your stomach was in knots the entire time you searched your closet for something to wear.

By the time you finally decided on something, your room looked like a mess. You feared the dress would be too much for your weekly dinner with your parents but you wanted to put in the effort because it wasn’t just a normal dinner. Rhett was going to be there. As your boyfriend. Well, fake boyfriend, that was.

You smoothed your hands down the front of the dress, pulling out any wrinkles that appeared. You heard the roar of the truck engine before Rhett pulled in front of your door. Daisy perked up from her spot on the couch and she waited patiently by the door for her favorite person to come in.

“Traitor,” you mumbled as you opened the door to see Rhett walking up the front steps. He had forgone his cowboy hat, but his hair was styled nicely. He wore a blue button-down shirt, similar to the blue that was in your dress, and a pair of slacks. He looked good. Gone was the dirty cowboy you were used to seeing. It took your breath away. Your ears rang as he greeted you, pulling you into a hug. His cologne flooded your senses, a pleasant woody smell that was so Rhett it made you dizzy. He patted Daisy on the head before leading you out the door.

“You ready for this?” He questioned. You could tell he was nervous by the way his voice wavered slightly.

“We have to come up with a story. It has to be convincing. You know my dad can detect a lie from a mile away.”

“We can’t just say you kissed me and I knew that was it?” He said jokingly, smiling that crooked grin that always got him what he wanted with you.

“No, we cannot! How about we say that you finally got the guts to ask me out?” Your mind ran back to what your mother said about Rhett pining over you. Maybe that would convince them this was real.

“That sounds like a good start. We were drinking. Drunk confessions are my specialty.”

“And you couldn’t stop staring at me and I asked if I had something on my face.”

“And I said that you were beautiful.”

“And you leaned in and asked to kiss me.”

“And the rest is history. Damn, we’re good at this.”

You smiled brightly at him as you perfected the story, but you were still afraid that your father would see right through the two of you. You pulled into your parents' driveway and you couldn’t help but take a few deep breaths.

“Angel- hey, look at me. If this is going to be too much, tell me and I’ll fix this.”

Rhett had turned to you at this point, grabbing your hand from across the bench seat. It calmed you tremendously.

“No, I can handle them. It’s you I’m worried about,” you said, deflecting.

He just rolled his eyes as he stepped out of the truck, rounding the front to open the door for you - something he typically didn’t do. Your mother was already out the door before you could even make it up the porch steps, pulling you in for a hug before giving Rhett a hug as well. Your dad stood against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, an unreadable expression on his face. What an interesting dinner this was going to be.

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baddoggylore · 1 year

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Arven x reader (you saved me let me save you!!)

[HEAVY TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ This will contain heavy themes. Depression. Thoughts. Mental breakdowns. Panic attacks. If you are not comfy please don't read I'll make another one without it being sad! Final warning. SPOILERS FOR SCARLET/VIOLET]

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No one's pov

When arven found out his mom/dad died long time ago and there AIs took there place, Arven was hurt very hurt. While he said he was fine and his head was clear you could tell he was still struggling in a dark place in his mind and you didn't want him too be in the dark cloud of circle that you were in.., you knocked on his dorm and he yelled "come in!" As you walked in you could see he wasn't happy..., you could tell he's been crying and felt lonelier then he probably ever did when his parents left him. "Hey Arven are you doin ok..?" You asked walking too him as he sighed "too tell the truth I'm not sure..., I just feel like something should've been done- I feel like I was the reason they left" "......Arven.....you know that's not true.., sada/turo just let themselves get absorbed in there work forgetting they still had a kid.., like the AIs said they still loved you. They probably were overworking trying too finish something that could be seen as impossible.." you said too him as he started sobbing "I know I said my head was clear but I just don't understand why they did what they did. I want them back but I know they ain't coming back..." he said trying too calm down as you hugged him and held him as Mabosstiff came on the bed cuddling you both "Arven shit happens and sadly you can't control it.., I know you deeply miss them and I get it...I think maybe you should take a break and rest your mind, talking about it can help but it'll hurt, just do stuff that makes you happy too get your mind off things for a while. I'm here for you arven so is our friends and Clavell.., they care about you" ".....thank you [Name]" he calmed down hugging you and you accepted it...

A year has passed and you found yourself in that same place but more deeper.

Finals were coming up and you were already stressed as it is, you had recently fallen out with another friendgroup, that had constantly had mayor problems and you didn't wanna say anything because you trusted someone and you were one of there "friends" that they would talk too about others but you found out they've been shit talking you and said some horrible things especially about not being able to control your emotions around them, you didn't know why, you were attach too them before and begged for there attention so much you even had a crush on them but you didn't act on it and realizing you were only being used hurt and you didn't wanna believe it but here you are. In your bathroom having a panic attack sobbing uncontrollably, those thoughts swirled your mind "abandon them" "stay" "useless" so much you had soo much stressed on you and you felt like an outcast , sure you had penny and Nemona but Nemona was wayyy over the top wanting too battle, very loud and not giving you space. Penny wasn't good either, she didn't talk much and while she listens too you she doesn't comfort you at all because she doesn't know how, you can't blame her...,

Arven noticed you been missing class a lot and have been failing classes, Arven got worried and skipped class for the day goin too your dorm, once he opened the door he heard your voice coming from the bathroom , he quickly realized it was a panic attack and tried too open the door "[Name]! Open the door please!" He could only hear your muffling words of "don't come in here please I'm not worth it" it broke him...you've been there for him and he didn't realized your mental breakdowns your tiredness , lack of eating Or any signs, you had been masking it and he feels so horrible for not realizing it sooner

"Please listen too me [Name]. Your worth so much please open the door I can help you but if you don't open the door I can't save you. You saved me let me save you!!! " after that it made you snap out of it and opening the door and getting tackled into a tight hug and being picked up taking too the bed and being sit down on it while Arven helped you threw a panic attack trying too calm you threw it and when you finally calmed down Arven held you tightly "I'm so so sorry I didn't see it sooner..." "Arven I didn't want you too worry you were having Trouble with your mental health especially after so much I couldn't let you save me..I wasn't wo-" "shut it! Yes you are! [Name]! I love you ! I can't lose you too...your my little buddy I'm so sorry you've been like this and I should've seen the signs sooner yet I didn't, I can't let you stay like this. I'm staying and I'm goin too make you food" you were gonna protest but you realized one thing..

"You love me...?" You said , arven noticed how weak your voice was especially from crying it broke him but he nodded "when you helped me saved Mabosstiff I had started developing feelings for you.., I never expressed it because I didn't think it was a good time.., maybe it's not a good time either—-" "I love you too arven.., I always had , I wanted too protect you while trying too manage myself I'm sorry you had too be the one too find me having a panic attack.." "......did you have thoughts?" "Not all the time..I had some but I pushed those away but I've been stressed so so much I forgot too focus on myself instead of others.." you spoke truthfully as he started to make you a meal "after this we are goin too Clavell and seeing if I can keep you with me for a bit." "Arven I'll be fine-" "no excuses your staying in my dorm for a bit so I can keep an eye on you"

"Arven...I'm greatful for having you as a friend" "boyfriend actually" "..." "well-I- I mean if you want t-too-" "thank you for being a good boyfriend.." he blushed embarrassed but smiled and when the meal was done he gave you the meal and watched you eat pulling you close..

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You missed having someone care for you..

He missed having someone care for him..

You both love each other and care for each other..your both are perfect..

#pokémon #x reader #mentally unstable #pokemon violet #pokémon scarlet #arven pokemon #arven x reader

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halfagone · 1 year

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Here is an idea (inspired from the idea of someone else) you can do whatever you want to with: Jason for some reason decides to put a bounty (with favours and family dinners in exchange) on some rich guy and our lovely emotionally constipated rich guy, Bruce, takes the first row seat in listening the rules and pulls out a pen and paper from the ether and writes down everything and asks numerous questions. Bruce scores so many points that Jason sweats... And all he wants is a family dinner every other week. Absolutely nothing else, just come over, have dinner, chat with the sibs and Alfred (Jason is more than free to pretend that Bruce isn't there or so the older of the two says) and leave whenever. And after some mental calculations Jason knows that it will take at least 3 years to get through all of the pilled up family dinners and he has no idea what to even start thinking or feeling. Meanwhile every wonders if Bruce broke Jason with his own way of showing love and affection.

P.S. I HC that at least part of Bruce's love language is to spend time in the same space with his kids doing whatever... Even if it means doing paperwork in the middle of the room where Dick experiences an acrobat's wet dreams.

I'm not gonna lie to you, my brain literally went to 'paid mercenary' when I read 'bounty', but people put bounties on targets even without killing involved! So that's on me. lol But I definitely think that Bruce likes to spend lots of time with his children when he can, which could stem from lots of things, like how his parents died while they were on a night in the town together and even though he lost him he at least got to know how much they cared about him, and if he ever dies he wants his children to know that too, and that means showing an interest in their lives and being there. Or maybe it's because the last time he let a kid out of his sight for too long they went to a foreign country, got killed, and came back thinking they had died unloved and forgotten. 🙃

Sorry, my brain automatically translates to angst.

But seriously, Bruce wants to be there! Sometimes that means he can be overeager and always hovering over their shoulder, driving them up a wall. And sometimes that means he meddles and comes around even when they don't want them to.

Bruce spent such a long time alone in the Manor, with only Alfred to keep him company, and then went to travel and train largely alone, with only the occasional companion. And then he started his crusade expecting that to continue, only to soon gain a partner and son in Dick, and then slowly but steadily fill up the Manor with lively children.

Why would he ever want to go back to the way things used to be? And moreover, he chose to have these children in his life, why would he not want to spend time with them?

Jason would probably struggle to wrap his head around the concept the most. He went so long thinking only a certain way about Bruce, and then has to realize that he might have been wrong about Bruce from the start. He's got his own problems with parents who had loved or cared for him, but hadn't really been in the space or position to properly care about him. Look at Catherine, she loved and took care of Jason even when he wasn't her own son by blood! And yet having him in her life hadn't been enough to keep her off her drugs and addiction. That can really fuck a kid up. Bruce has plenty of other kids, lots of responsibility, and he can be a workaholic! But the fact that he wants and tries to make the time to spend time with his children, even if it just means being in the same room together so that he can hear them talk and laugh and rib each other says a lot about how important they are to him. And I'd like to think Jason would realize that too.

Bruce is, and more importantly can be, a good father! I will die on this hill, even if I have to get the dirt and make it myself.

10/10 HC, @chrysanthemum9484. It's not a fic, but my god, it's still got lots of feeling. I've got lots of Feelings. I shouldn't be allowed to write...

Side note: NF's How Could You Leave Us gives me major Jason Todd Feelings and I don't know how to cope with that.

#halfagone replies #my brain is going places #and they're angsty!

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where is my mind? - s.h.

-steve harrington x reader

-1.7k words

-the absolutely gut wrenching mental breakdown release that steve deserves to have

contains spoilers !!!!

It was all starting to be too much.

Standing in the middle of his sub-par minimum wage job, Steve felt like he could feel his bones through the overwhelming panic that flooded his senses. And it was the worst thing ever.

Muttering some half assed excuse to a distracted Robin, he retreated to the back room of the empty Family Video and collapsed against the door as soon as he turned the lock behind him. Head in his hands, he replayed the thoughts and memories that had been plaguing his mind for the past week or so. However long it's been.

He kept seeing Dustin’s face as he told the story of Eddie’s death, of his last words, of how hopeful he had been that this would be his year. He saw Max and Lucas in the attic, after everyone was so sure that they would be able to get to Vecna before Max would be killed. Well, she wasn’t killed, but things weren’t looking too good. Max becoming less and less responsive every day, Lucas spending all of those days next to her hospital bed regardless. Steve shut his eyes tighter as he tried to fight back the tears that threatened to fall every day since their venture into the Upside Down. He felt like it was all his fault, why did he get to survive? What was he contributing to everything? What did he do to deserve the privilege of being able to carry on with life? What did he do to deserve this grief and guilt? What a shitty babysitter, he thought bitterly as he finally let himself cry.

He felt pathetic, covering the sound of his sobs with the back of his hand and crying in the dark employee break room of the Family Video of a dying town. The worst part was that he couldn’t even tell anyone, not even his parents. Not that they would be any help, but he couldn’t stop thinking about how he’s just a kid. Sure, one of the older kids out of the bunch, but still just a kid. Fresh out of high school. Yet, he had seen things that most people couldn’t even imagine. Not just seen, but experienced those things too.

He was sick of it, frustrated that it had to happen to him. But then, did it really happen to him? What was he really struggling with, comparatively, out of all of them? What right did he have to cry over all this? He wasn’t the one laying in a hospital bed, nor was he the person sitting at the bedside. It wasn’t his uncle putting up missing posters that were constantly defaced. It wasn’t his family that was uprooted and relocated across the country, Steve was certainly not the biggest loser in this shitty set of circumstances. So, he felt he didn’t have anywhere to put these overwhelming feelings. Well, nowhere but the dark break room.

In the midst of his emotional turmoil, he didn’t hear Robin’s footsteps on the other side of the door, where she pressed her ear up to listen to his quiet sobs. Considering intervening herself, she decided against it and instead went back to the phone to call you.

Back at your house, you picked up the phone and were surprised to hear Robin sounding so frantic. She actually sounded like she was whispering into the receiver, “Hey, uh, I don’t want Steve to hear me talking to you but I think the dam finally broke, and you know how bad I am with words and comforting people and I really think I would just make it worse. But I think you would be able to help but if you’re busy that’s also cool-”

“I can be over in a second. Thanks, Robin,” you cut her off smoothly, knowing her anxious rambling would continue endlessly if you didn’t. She said some sort of relieved thank you before hanging up, and you got to the dinky little building as fast as you could.

Both you and Robin had been discussing and keeping a close eye on Steve and his mental state, after the past year you both knew that it was a matter of time before everything in his head let loose. And evidently, it was happening now. Long overdue, in your opinion, and you wished he didn’t hold it in to look strong for the people around him. The intention was honorable but in the end he was just hurting himself, and you hoped that he would be able to pick himself up after whatever breakdown was occurring at the moment.

Cut back to Steve, he pauses his crying as quickly as he could when he hears a knock on the door above him, letting out a suspiciously choked “one minute” as he scrambles up to look as inconspicuous as possible for someone that had just been sobbing. God, he felt like shit, there was no way whoever it was wouldn't be able to tell.

“Steve baby? It’s just me,” you voice calls through the thin door, and he wasn’t sure if he felt better or worse. Of course, he was happy and relieved to see you and he knew you wouldn’t judge him for his breakdown, but a bigger part of him was ashamed that he couldn’t keep it together and didn’t want you to see him like this. It’s not like he could hide for much longer, you were waiting for him to open the door.

After what felt like an hour, the lock clicked in front of you and a very disheveled Steve stood on the other side of the doorway, eyes watery and red but cast down to the floor, like he was trying to hide it from you. He probably was, you thought sadly. “Hey,” you said to him, stepping inside the room and shutting the door once again behind you. “Do you want to talk about it?”

How was he supposed to say no to you, with your voice so soft and your eyes staring at him, without an ounce of judgment? He tried to open his mouth to answer, but nothing came out as he tried not to fall back into tears again. Instead, he just reaches out for you as he collapses into a nearby chair. Thankfully, you don’t push any further and just sit beside him, while taking his hand in yours to press a soft kiss to the back of his knuckles.

“You don’t have to be a tough guy all the time,” you whisper to him, watching his body language carefully as he avoids your eyes by hanging his head. “It’s okay to be emotional. It’s normal, you’ve been through a lot. Everyone has.”

He snorts almost bitterly, “Yeah, everyone has, that’s the thing. I’m not the main victim in any of this. What would anyone say when I tell them how… how helpless I feel? It’s not any worse than Henderson, he watches his closest friends race towards death everyday. I’m just… around.” His voice is raspy and cracks occasionally, prompting you to move closer to him and take both of his hands instead of just the one.

“That’s not fair, would you say that to anyone else in your shoes?” His silence gives you the answer you need. “Exactly. Let yourself grieve, and let me help you. Come on, just talk to me.” You urge softly, finally getting him to meet your gaze.

The pain in his eyes and expression makes your heart shatter. You’ve never seen him look this agonized before, so much like a small child. He breaks down again and his forehead hits your shoulder as his body is wracked with sobs. This time, though, they’re unrestrained and painful, like he can’t catch his breath. You just hug him and rock slightly from side to side, hoping that it soothes him enough.

He appreciates the way you don’t shush him, how you just let him let it all go. You know he needs this, and he didn’t realize how much he needed it until this moment. Taking in a deep breath, he explains between tears the responsibility he felt for what happened to Eddie, to Max, to everyone. The survivor’s guilt that made him resent his own livelihood, the nightmares that prevented him from sleeping. He was afraid that everyone agreed he was as useless as he thought himself to be, and that everyone would’ve wanted Eddie’s life in his place. And worst of all, the confession that made your heart clench impossibly tighter, the fact that he thought he deserved to die instead of Eddie.

You take a shaky breath before speaking, “Don’t say that, please. You know how much Dustin looks up to you, and all those kids depend on you. You’re the only voice of reason sometimes, and you know for certain that Nancy trusts you to keep an eye on them. No one would trust you this way if they thought you were useless, and that’s because you’re not. And I depend on you more than you can comprehend. I would be beside myself if you had died, no one wishes that on you.” He seems to have calmed down slightly after letting it all out of his system, but he stays buried in your shoulder and holding onto you like a lifeline. “You can grieve, and you should. No one thinks you’re weak for it. But please, please, please don’t blame yourself. Okay?”

You can’t hear him very well but you think he mumbles a weak “okay” based on the vibrations against your skin. Slowly, you pull him away so you can see his face, and give a soft smile before wiping the last of his tears away. “I love you,” you offer in a whisper, and the tension in his face falls away under your touch. He says nothing but closes his eyes and leans into your hand, and you know he’s saying thank you and that he loves you too.

After a few more minutes of sitting together, you get him up to bring him back to your place and get some much needed rest. On the way out, he gives a silent but thankful smile to Robin, knowing that she was responsible for your presence. Her heart breaks a little at the sight of him so beaten down, but she’s grateful that he has someone like you to help him back up. You exchange a small wave goodbye and mouth ‘thank you’ to her. She just nods and smiles knowingly. Steve will be alright with you, for sure.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington angst #stranger things angst #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #steve harrington imagine

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marshmallow-rainbow139 · 1 year

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Random headcanons featuring Jeankasa and their kids:

They all mistook Pieck for Mikasa at one point.

Marco outgrew his father in height. To the extent that anyone in front of Marco who entered a room had to yell, "Duck!" to keep Marco from hitting his head on the door frame. After a massive lump appeared on Marco's forehead, Mikasa applied foam to the tops of all the door frames in the house.

Sasha had her parents as an example of a loving and healthy relationship and marriage. So, when she was fifteen, she went on a date with her first boyfriend, and she was shocked when he started to be mean to her. She knew it was wrong and immediately broke up with him. When he tried to grab her roughly by the arm, Sasha's Ackerman instincts flared up, and she threw the guy to the ground, and, even though her facial features looked more like her father's, she could mimic her mother's scary expression. She told her ex that if he ever dared to lay a hand on her like that again, she would make him wish he was never born. Sasha never told anyone the real reason why she broke up with her boyfriend; she just said that she didn't see their relationship progressing.

Hideko has an abundance of notebooks and books in her room. One time, when Mikasa was cleaning the room, she found an open notebook on Hideko's desk. Mikasa always respected her children's privacy. She didn't mean to invade Hidko's privacy. She just took a look at the page and was instantly alarmed when the first sentence of the page was "I wonder what it would be like to carve a knife deep into my brother’s gut." Mikasa, like every mother, was worried about it and began wondering if her daughter was mentally well. She immediately told Jean about it. He, too, was worried. When Marco and Sasha were out of the house, they sat Hideko down and told her that they were judging her and were just worried about it. Hideko was confused. Mikasa told her what she read in the notebook. They explain to her that they are simply worried. Hideko sits there, listening to what they're saying. After they're finished, Hideko tells them it was for her novel. That although she finds Marco annoying, that doesn't mean she wants to murder him. Both Jean and Mikasa let out a sigh of relief that they don't have to hide all the sharp objects in the house. Hideko eventually publishes her own novel, and in the dedication page it read: "To my parents, sister and brother. especially my mother, who thought I wanted to kill my brother.

#Jean x Mikasa #jeankasa

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allisonslover · 1 year

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chapter two: the dead parent club!

word count: 2.5k

content warnings: language, slight references to nightmares and a car crash but nothing too graphic

It was late in the night, an alarmed Max after bursting into his cousin's room to see if they had both heard the ear-splitting noise from outside. They could rule Melissa out as the culprit, the nurse after leaving for a late night shift not too long ago.

That was what led the pair to creep into Jade's room, grimacing as she stirred, the light from the hallway shining into her room. They were most definitely going to have a riot on their hands in the morning, the girl always being moody until she got a coffee in her at the best of times. They were already mentally preparing for the scolding they were about to get for waking her up but desperate times called for desperate measures.

Max and Scott squabbled silently, both backing away from the bed as they fought over who would wake her. Max smiled triumphantly, tilting his head after shoving his cousin ahead of him. If someone was going to be beaten with a pillow, it wasn't going to be him. He had learnt that lesson too many times to make the same mistake.

Jade woke with a jolt, scream muffled by her pillow as she screwed her body in on itself, trying to make a shield to protect her from the splinters of glass that were flying through the car.

"Calm down, it's just me!" Scott whispered gently, flicking on the lamp on her bedside table in hopes of bringing her back to her senses. To be fair, that was their fault; they should have known not to wake her so suddenly, especially when she was suffering from nightmares so frequently.

"Sorry," Max muttered sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously as he flopped onto the bottom of the bed, getting a light kick as he sat on her feet. Yeah, thinking back on it, it wasn’t a great idea.

"What the hell is wrong with you two? What time is it?" she asked groggily, burying her head back into her pillow as her heart rate eventually slowed to a normal place. God, what was it with people sneaking up on her? It seemed to happen too often, making her on edge even when she was asleep. It was like the twins couldn't catch a break recently. Well, they could never really catch a break to begin with, it was just getting worse lately.

"It's only twelve," Scott shrugged nonchalantly as if he was usually up at this time on the first day back to school. He had tried to get to sleep, honestly he had, but the nerves and excitement made him restless, no matter how many meditation podcasts he listened to (and trust him, he had listened to a lot of those, even the ones with white noise, brown noise, pink noise, the whole shebang).

"You better have a good reason for waking me up at this godforsaken hour, or I swear, I’m gonna crack up," she hissed furiously, voice muffled from her face still being delved into the pillow. She refused to move from the warmth and comfort of her bed until she was given an explanation she deemed compulsory, although she could gradually feel the sleep start to slip from her body.

"I think there's someone outside, we heard a bang," Scott rambled, eyes widening for emphasis. If she could hurry up and come with them before an intruder broke in, stabbing them all in the process, it would be a great help. "We want you to come with us."

"Remind me, how does this affect me again?" she queried, recoiling away from the bright flashlight that was being shone directly in her eyes. She was seriously going to kick them down the stairs one of these days. The four walls of her jail cell would finally give her some peace. Hey, she might even be able to get some sleep!

"Because it could be a murderer. And if I died you would miss me so much because I'm your favourite cousin," Scott argued his point, nodding along, giving Max a high-five behind his back when she sat up.

His short speech seemed to have worked, the girl begrudgingly forcing herself to her feet, slipping on a pair of trainers, glaring daggers over her shoulder all the same. The string of curse words she muttered under her breath showed she wasn't happy, yet she was coming with them, which was the main thing. "Scott, you're my only cousin," she sighed, throwing on a flannel shirt over her pyjamas. It was destined to be cold outside; spring in California was never the warmest.

Max shared a short-lived glance with his sister as she passed, discreetly nodding as he followed the pair out onto the landing. He wouldn't have woken her up unless he was genuinely worried that someone was outside.

"That's why you'd miss me the most, right, Max?" Scott slammed the door closed behind him. God, the twins wondered if sometimes he momentarily forgot that he had neighbours. What they were more surprised about was that the McCalls hadn't gotten a noise complaint yet. Hey, there was still plenty of time left for that.

"Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night," he rolled his eyes playfully, cracking his knuckles anxiously. He could already tell that Scott was about to quip back a sarcastic joke, their teasing cut short when another crash sounded from outside— this time a lot closer than the last.

The teenagers' eyes shifted nervously between the three of them, wondering who was going to be the sacrifice if it came down to it. Logically, it would have been Jade, considering she was the slowest when it came to running. Although, if she pushed one of the others back— every man for themselves and all that jazz—, she would probably have a higher chance of getting out alive.

Scott motioned for the others to follow him down the stairs, running a hand down the banister to maintain his balance. Jade shoved her phone into her jacket pocket, after grabbing it off her nightstand. She had seen too many horror movies to leave it behind; that was a rookie mistake that the characters made. What if they got kidnapped and needed to send someone their location? Okay, they would kinda be fucked, considering Melissa was the only other phone number that she had from this stupid town. Although she loved her aunt dearly, god the woman didn't have a clue how to use technology.

"Are you seriously going towards the noise?” Max hissed, mouth agape as he waved his hands about. See, this was a prime example of why he was going to start forcing Scott to watch horror movies. Whenever someone went to investigate, they always died, and that was a fact. In his opinion, he'd much rather hide under the covers and pretend he'd never heard anything until it went away. It seemed like the safer option— the less stupider one, anyway.

Scott shushed his cousin, tightening his hold on the wooden banister. He had to know what— or who— was outside, otherwise he had no chance of getting to sleep tonight. Grabbing the baseball bat that he kept beside his back door, he raised it up as if prepared for battle. He knew it wasn’t a weapon that would do the most damage, but a quick swing to the face or the groin and they’d go down like a sack of potatoes.

Jade held her hand out slightly beside her, ignoring the look that she received from her brother. It was merely an instinct by now, magic being a part of her since she was born. Even though her powers weren't working how she wanted right now, that didn't mean she wasn't going to try to help. Besides, it was only a backup plan, in case they really were being attacked. If all came to all, she could just fire as many spells as she could and hope for the best. It would be hard to explain that away, but it was the best plan she had right now.

The McCall boy and Pierce twins stampeded onto the patio, screaming as something fell from the oak tree that resided just outside of the patio, swinging in front of them. Hanging upside down from the tree was the one and only Stiles Stilinski.

Max and Jade hadn't seen him in roughly a year, the same amount of time they hadn't seen Scott in. After arriving at Beacon Hills, there hadn't been a lot of spare time to visit friends they hadn't seen in a while. There were more important things to do, such as planning a funeral for two thirty-four-year-olds.

Stiles had changed a lot, one of the only noticeable consistency’s being his terrible sense of fashion (which wasn't that big of a shocker.) Since his mom had died, he had kept his hair at a short-ish length because she adored it like that, but now he had a buzzcut, something that took it to a whole new level of commitment.

"What the hell are you doing!" Scott screamed at his best friend, firing the baseball bat to the ground in a temper. Thank the heavens his mom was at work or they would have been grounded before the spring semester had even begun.

"You weren't answering your phone!" Stiles shouted back, voice cracking halfway through his sentence. It took a second for it to register that there were other people with Scott, eyes finding the twins, who were awkwardly standing by the back door. "I completely forgot you were here, sorry!" he was fighting a losing battle by trying to untie himself from the tree, after getting his leg caught in a rope of some kind,. "Jade! Max! Long time no see, how have you been!"

He fell with a painful grunt, landing flat on his back like a starfish. Jade covered her mouth, pressing her lips together in an attempt not to laugh, while Max winced and held his back in pain. Apparently, he had an empath connection with Stiles, which was just his luck, considering the hyperactive boy was a walking ambulance.

Stiles continued to ramble on excitedly, brushing the leaves off his jacket. "I'm fine, totally didn't hurt, not at all. That was a stupid question, sorry, you’re obviously not gonna be fine. Hey, at least you're both members of the dead parent club now!"

They'd forgotten the boy had no filter and was as blunt as a pencil, but they knew he meant no harm. Scott kicked him in the shin, trying to communicate with his eyes that were dangerously dark.

Stiles hissed away from his best friend in pain, confused as to why he had gotten brutally attacked before realisation finally dawned. His hand flew up to cover his mouth, trying to take back what he had just said. It hadn't been done out of spite, he just sometimes started talking and didn't know how to stop the words from spewing out. "Oh my god, I said that out loud, didn't I?"

"It's okay. What are you doing here, anyway? It's really early in the morning," Jade pointed out, laughing lightly in an attempt to diffuse the tension that was strangling her like a blanket. There was a knife that seemed to be reserved for especially slicing through their hearts every time someone brought up Sean and Elizabeth.

"Oh, yeah! We need to go to the woods," Stiles tried to stay on topic for what he had originally drove over for, ignoring the bump in the road as his voice filled with excitement, eyes lighting up with devilment— something they had learnt was never a good sign, as it usually ended with them sitting in the sheriffs station.

"Why?" Max questioned sceptically, not wanting to be dragged into a dark forest the night before school. Their eyes met, a blush dusting both their faces. Jade and Scott both had razor-sharp eyes when it came to romantic gestures, not missing the small movement even in the darkness. They knowingly glanced at each other, taunting smiles tugging at their lips.

When they were younger, Stiles and Max had a thing for each other, and both Jade and Scott knew it. In fact, pretty much everyone knew it. Thinking back on it, she was ninety-nine percent sure she had heard Melissa and Noah betting on the kids love lives. Scott used to always tease Stiles over it— he still did, even to this day. Jade used to tease her brother, until one day he said he'd had a seer vision of her falling into a ditch and he was going to let the monster drown her. It had soon shut her up and kept her quiet from mentioning it again— until now. In her defence, she had only been nine!

"Ditch," Max whispered, lips barely moving as he hissed the singular word to his sister, who merely snickered.

"There's a body in the woods," Stiles averted his eyes from the boy's as he rocked backwards and forwards on the balls of his feet.

"A dead body?" Scott scoffed, confused about what was so special. Stiles’ father was the sheriff— they saw dead bodies all the time. Besides, if he wanted to see a dead body so desperately, he could pay a visit to the hospital morgue.

"No, a body of water. Yes, a dead body!" Stiles spat impatiently, already itching to get going. It was good to see that he hadn't lost his signature personality trait— sarcasm.

"Seriously? Screw this, I'm going back to bed," Jade groaned, head already starting to pulse with pain, a sign that a migraine was surfacing. This was too much thinking, too early in the morning.

"I'm getting to that, hold your horses. They only found half of the body," Stiles paused for dramatic effect, nodding reassuringly when their eyes widened in disbelief. They didn't know what on earth they had been expecting, it most definitely hadn't been that.

Max caved, hands on hips as he rushed forward to the baby blue jeep, Stiles following close behind him. "I'm in. This, I wanna see. Dibs on passenger seat!"

Sighing, Jade ran a hand through her hair, turning to her cousin tiredly. "We better make sure they don't get themselves killed."

"Yup," he chuckled, kicking a stray stone out of his path. "You trying out for the lacrosse team in school?"

During the summer, when the Pierces used to visit the McCalls, Scott and Jade used to love playing lacrosse together. Max, on the other hand, stood on the side, on his iPad or phone and screamed when a ball came within an inch of hitting him.

"I think I might, but I don't have any equipment or a kit," Jade trailed off, the two cousins' steps falling in line as they walked down the pebbly driveway. It was pitch black outside, the street lamps and stars in the sky being the only guiding light. It was surprisingly quiet; considering they were on the main road, there was only a rare car that passed by during the night.

"Coach usually has some spare," Scott waved a hand about, stopping to tie his shoelace that had come undone.

"Is Stiles coming to wake us up to go find dead bodies gonna become a regular thing?" Jade sighed, waiting for him to finish the double knot.

"Probably."

"Of course it is."

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yntargaryen · 1 year

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Little Women: Laena

hey @valeskafics i hope it's still okay for me to tag you in this but it's finally ready

A/N: The other parts of this will be posted ASAP, I promise I won't leave you hanging. Also there are some deliberate word choices in here, I didn't (intentionally) make errors. But let me know what you think and enjoy this first part of my Little Women x HotD crossover.

125AC

Laena Martell has never wanted much. Her children are sweet cherubs, her parents are just as in love as ever, her husband is handsome and kind.

Yet there is some small part of her that isn't content. Perhaps it's because she can no longer just take off on Vhagar and fly around the continent as she pleases. Perhaps she misses her sisters. Perhaps she's fantasising about a life that could never be.

Regardless, she feels itchy under her skin, like her muscles and bones are aching to escape.

It's unnerving.

She considers it one day. She even drafts a note to Laenor, begging him to care for her girls and treat Oberyn well. She's halfway to the Dragonpit, dressed in riding gear, when she stops.

The twins are picking out their eggs.

Her daughters are having the most exciting day of their young lives and she... she wants to run away.

Baela is the first to spot her mother.

"Mama!" She waves a little hand, inviting Laena over. Rhaena, ever the quiet one, simply holds her hand as they eye the options before them.

Listening to her girls giggle and chatter, she can't stop the tear streaming down her cheek. How could she ever have thought of leaving these girls?

120AC

Laena Velaryon was never one to fuss over her looks. She knew she was beautiful, her mother had raised her to be proud of that fact.

She just wasn't the type to drape herself in jewels or accessorise her hair or tightlace her corset. Until tonight it would seem.

"Tighter!" She bellowed, bracing herself against her bedpost.

Her cousin, already dressed in her most basic dinner outfit, gripped the ends of the laces loosely, concerned for Laena's mental state.

"Dear cousin do you enjoy breathing?" Rhaenyra teased.

"Yes, why is it now that you've decided to tighten your corset? And you're wearing gold! Mother's tried for years to get you to wear gold." Laenor knelt up on the bed and pinched his twin sister's cheek.

Laena smacked his hand away, "That doesn't matter, you need to get dressed young man."

"There's no shame in admitting why you're so eager!" He taunted, sauntering from the room.

The final member of this little party spoke up from the corner she was sulking in. "It's not fair that only you lot get to party. I want to party too!"

Rhaenyra dropped the laces and turned to the young girl. "Y/N, the second you stop saying things like 'you lot' I'm certain Aunt Rhaenys will allow you to join us for dinner."

"But it's the Dornish that we're hosting, I hear they're all so beautiful and handsome and strong and-"

Y/N stopped skipping closer at her sister's voice.

"Darling. You are not coming to dinner." Laena strained, trying to tighten the laces herself.

"Well can I at least help you finish getting ready? And can I stay in your bed and you can tell me all about it?"

It was difficult to ignore her little sister's pouty expression, so Laena agreed. "Let Daisy bring your nightclothes here."

"And we're already dressed dearest." Rhaenyra wrapped an arm around her.

"What about your hair?" Y/N gasped.

"What? I rather like it being out."

Y/N pinched some of her cousin's long silver hair between two fingers. "If you say so." Her nose scrunched up like she's smelt something rancid.

Laena broke up what was sure to turn into an argument. "Y/N darling, can you find me a necklace?"

Baela and Rhaena make quick connections to their respective eggs. Baela's looks almost like a sunset with the red scales at the top blending into the orange towards the middle and yellows at the bottom. Rhaena's shifts between an iridescent silver and a shiny teal.

Pleased with their decisions, the girls lead their mother back to the castle.

They are stopped in a hallway by one of Rhaenys' handmaidens and an errand boy. Laena releases her girls into the handmaidens' care, smiling reassuringly.

The errand boy, who seems eager to be out of this situation, whispers frantically in Laena's ear. "Your husband wishes to see you in his study."

"But he's not due back until tomorrow?" Her brows furrow.

The boy shrugs, he has one job and he's done it. He runs off, leaving Laena baffled by the interaction.

She makes her way to the study rather hastily, knocking on the door and entering.

"Oberyn, my love. How are you?"

Oberyn's reading a letter or something, and doesn't look at her. He sighs through his nose. "Close the door behind you please."

Laena's eyes widen. She does as asked.

"Sit." He gestures to the seat, still refusing to look at her.

When she sits down, he drops the letter in front of her.

"What is this?"

She frowns, confused. Picking it up, her face drops with recognition.

'Dearest Laenor,

I am leaving with Vhagar today...'

"I- I can explain."

Despite the fact that she couldn't eat at all, Laena was rather enjoying the feast. She'd been dancing with all manner of partners, including the curly haired giant her cousin seems infatuated with.

More importantly, there was an incredibly handsome Dornishman with his arm on the back of her chair.

He was apparently friends with Rhaenyra's new crush, having met during one of the Prince of Dorne's many tourneys. Theirs was the only duel to end in friendship.

"The Sand Steeds have been bred to run vast distances, over sand, in blistering heat and- I'm boring you aren't I?"

Laena startled from her stupor. She had been staring at the man's full lips as he spoke.

"Of course not my lord! I am fascinated by the breeding of horses." She took a sip of her wine to hide her embarrassment.

Oberyn smiled knowingly. "Perhaps a dance my lady?" He suggested, holding his hand out with a flourish.

She accepted it with a bright grin, joining the many couples on the ballroom floor.

They couldn't stop smiling at each other, even during the more serious and romantic waltzes. For the time they were together, all Laena saw was gold and brown, dark hair and strong shoulders, callused hands and dancers feet.

Only her twin obnoxiously clearing his throat alerted Laena and Oberyn to the outside world. Laenor tried to smother his smile as he looked between them.

"The night is coming to an end soon, dear sister and I believe I was promised a dance."

Oberyn bowed out gracefully, pressing a lingering kiss on Laena's hand, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

"You danced through five songs with the man, Laena. Is he who all the gold is for?" Her twin whispered, flicking her dangling earring before moving into position for the next dance.

All she could do was smile.

"Explain what my love?" Oberyn's voice is tinged with heartbreak, not anger like she expected. "Explain to me that you wanted to fly away. Abandon me and our daughters here. I left my home for you, and I know that you would've followed me to Dorne but that is not the point. I knew you could not bear to be away from your brother so I stayed. And now?"

Laena's eyes burn with tears. "I've been so selfish haven't I?"

Oberyn's face shifts, he's torn between comforting her and screaming with anger. "Darling." He sighs again. "Why did you want to leave?"

"I don't know!" He covers his mouth with a large olive-toned hand. "Please you have to believe me, Oberyn, I... I don't know why."

"Well clearly you do! Laena you wrote a fucking note!" He stands suddenly. "We will speak more about this later, but right now, I need to get some fresh air."

"Darling please!" Laena reaches for him but he dodges, making his way to the door. He turns back.

"I love you, more than words can express. And I'm sorry you couldn't just speak to me about how you felt." He stares at the note in her grasp for a long moment. He storms out almost crashing into a maid.

The maid hesitates before entering the room. She whispers a tentative "my lady?"

Laena sniffs once and straightens her back, "Yes Rose?"

"Syrax has been spotted on the horizon, my lady."

Her eyes widen, "Well surely that is good news. Rhaenyra's coming home, no?"

"Of course my lady! Your mother has asked that you meet Rhaenyra with her in her solar."

Laena squints, looking out of the study's window and seeing the shimmering gold of her sister's dragon makes her grin.

But something's wrong. Syrax is flying much faster than she usually does, it's like she is rushing home.

"Why is she moving so quickly?"

There's no response. Rose has already left the room.

Laena Velaryon was never one to fuss over her looks. But one must always make an exception on your wedding day.

Her hair was handled mostly by her little sister, her dress being touched up here and there by her mother and cousin, her jewellery meticulously being picked through by her brother.

She felt like a goddess being rubbed in sweet smelling oils, prepped and pampered with rogue and lip stains.

There was a strong knock at the door, and the maids finished their work. They let Lord Corlys enter the room before taking their leave.

Y/N and Laenor greeted their father with a hug and kiss, Rhaenyra with a nod (she wasn't as close to him).

He stood behind his wife and daughter, watching them put the finishing touches on her attire. He'd never admit it but his lips were trembling and it took a few tries for him to say anything.

"If that Dornish prick ever hurts you-"

"Father!" "Corlys!" "If he does anything that you don't want him to, I will cut his limbs off."

Laenor covered his sister's ears with a laugh as Rhaenyra and Laena giggled.

Rhaenys was not pleased with her husband's poor manners, but gods he was still so handsome. How could she ever be mad at him?

She clapped her hands together, "Come, come now! It's time to see you married my love." She squeezed Laena's shoulders.

Laena smiled at her reflection, then turned to her family. They made such a beautiful picture, the true epitome of warmth and comfort and home.

"Let's get me married!"

Laena takes a moment to try and wrap her head around the day she's been having. Watching Syrax land in the Dragonpit, she takes a deep breath, steeling herself.

Greeting people as she goes, she makes her way to her mother's solar, dread weighing her down.

Despite the ominous message Rose delivered, Laena is excited to see her sister again.

She enters her mother's solar and is greeted reddened eyes and tear streaks.

Laena pulls her sister into a tight hug, arms straining from the force. When they pull away, Laena cups Rhaenyra's flushed cheeks.

"I'm so happy to see you."

Rhaenys is reluctant to break up the reunion. But she has to. "Oh my girls, I wish I had all of you here for this news. Y/N is on her way, but-" Her breath shudders and Laena feels like a little girl as she kneels in front of her mother.

"What is it?"

"Laenor has fallen ill once more."

#house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon x reader #hotd imagine #hotd x reader

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 11 months

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Yey! Your back I can't wait to request this. I really love your 'love only after death' . Can you make part 1 and part 2 of that again but the characters are

Lu Bu, Jack the Ripper, Hermes, Loki, Odin and Buddha. Thank you so much you are my favorite Ror author.🥰🥰🥰

*Cracks knuckles* you’re all sure thirsty for the angst with a happy ending, but I’m happy to oblige!