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[elisysd]

13. Don't know who I would be if you ever leave me

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Chapter soundtrack: If You Leave Me - Niall Horan

Hungary flew by in a blink of an eye. The whole weekend was a blur but the only thing Charles could think about and hold onto was how hard it was to hide how in love and happy he felt. He couldn’t try to justify it by saying the car and the season were getting better, even if it was true, it was not a good enough reason to look like he was walking on clouds and smiling like a mad man. He had barely seen you, apart from the media pen when lingering touches were tough to keep subtle and light. He was leaving the post race meeting, eager to come back to his hotel and spend time with you, when Silvia cornered him in a narrow corridor of the hospitality. 

“Charles? A word, please.” the tight smile on her lips made him gulp in an uncomfortable manner. “I wanted to talk to you about… your image.” 

“My image? What is wrong with it?”

“The sponsors are getting tired of your bachelor status. They want someone next to you to help promote the brands.”

Charles rolled his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Not this conversation again, he was getting tired of it.

“Listen Charles, I’ve been in contact with a few model agencies. I ask them to provide me with a list of girls who would be a good fit. Then, I narrowed it down to a few names I think would suit your persona and…”

“And nothing, Silvia.” he cut her mid sentence, anger painted all over his face. “I won’t date anyone. Not tomorrow, not ever.”

“Charles, please consider it.”

“No! I’m seeing someone, okay! And I love her very much. I would appreciate it if you back off and leave me alone.”

“But… it’s perfect then! Why haven't you said it earlier? You should bring her along, the sponsors would be delighted.”

“No, I won’t.” He avoided her gaze, hoping she would drop it down, and leave him alone. He wanted to come back to you as soon as possible and an improvised meeting with Silvia was not on his to-do list.

“What are you hiding, Charles?” her eyes narrowed until they looked like viper's eyes.

“Nothing.”

“If it can cause a huge scandal, I need to know so I can prepare your defense.”

“I need to talk to her before, Silvia. Please respect that. I won’t tell you anything that can make her uncomfortable.”

He could see how annoyed it was making Silvia but he didn’t care, for the first time in his life, he wanted to prioritize his personal life over his Ferrari’s duties, whether Silvia liked it or not.

That’s how he came back pissed off from the track. He wanted nothing more but to see this car being burned at the end of the season and his conversation with Silvia hadn’t brightened his mood. But when he opened the door of his hotel room and saw your suitcase right next to his, it made him smile. A wave of comfort washed over him when he noticed you sitting down at the desk, writing on your notebook, your hair acting as a curtain framing your face. He slowly approached you, putting both hands on your shoulders and kissed the top of your head. You looked up and smiled before closing your notebook. You stood up and went for a hug before feeling how tense he was, making you frown.

“The meeting didn’t go as planned, I suppose?” you asked, massaging his shoulders, hoping to relieve the tension.

“It’s not that…I met Silvia on my way out.” 

Then, he told you everything and it was your turn to flinch and tense. You turned away and looked through the window, lost in thoughts.

“I won’t say anything until you tell me I can. I promise.”

“I know… I’m sorry to put you in this situation. I asked for a meeting with my boss but it won’t be before a few weeks. I really hoped to get done with it before the summer break so I could enjoy it in peace and not stress over it.”

“Speaking of summer break… I was hoping you would agree to join me.” he took her hands in his, pulling her against his chest.

“I would love to, you know I do. But we can’t risk being seen together until I solve the situation at work.”

“I know, but please, consider it before saying no. I can make the arrangements to make sure we won’t be bothered, that no paparazzi will  be in sight. I can protect you, you just have to say the word. Imagine that, us, in the middle of the ocean, on my yacht, with no one to bother us. How does it sound?”

“Dreamy.  You make it hard for me to say no.”

“That’s the goal.” he grinned.

“I need a little time to think about it, okay?”

He nodded and kissed your forehead.

“That's all I'm asking from you. Whatever you decide, I won’t get mad.”

Soon, Spa arrived and with it the last race before the summer break. You were a bundle of nerves like rarely you’ve been. You were exhausted and waiting for the holidays like a thirsty man finding an oasis after days of walking in the desert. But you had to stay focused, today was a big day. You were expected in Mercedes' hospitality to interview the one and only Lewis Hamilton. You like dot think you were now experienced enough to do a good job with it but still, you had a huge amount of respect for Lewis. For both his off tracks and on tracks activities. And even if you had interviewed him in the past in the media pen, it was not the same. There was a difference between two questions after a race and a long interview of thirty minutes, in a chill environment. You had spent the night working on it under the light of your phone, trying to not wake up Charles. You wanted, no you needed, this interview to go perfectly because if it was then it would come handy if things were turning sour with your boss. You could use this as a proof that it wasn’t affecting your job in any way, that you were still a perfect fit. At least you hoped so.

You arrived in the early morning, ready and determined to do your best job ever. You were welcomed by a coffee, not as good as the one served in the Ferrari’s hospitality you noticed, and went through the back where two comfy looking gray armchairs were displayed. The lady told you that Lewis would arrive soon and you sat down, going through your notes until you saw him from the corner of your eyes. He smiled gently at you as you shook his hand and took place in the armchair in front of you.

“Lewis, thank you for accepting this interview with us, I know how busy you are so let’s get right into it. Lewis, today I don’t want to talk about Lewis Hamilton the world champion. If you don’t mind, I would rather talk about Lewis Carl Davidson Hamiton. Can you describe what kind of kid you were at school and at home?”

His eyes were lightened by a playful glow and he smiled before taking his time to answer.

“Do you know the show Dennis the Menace? Well, it was me. Dennis the Menace 2.0.” he laughed. “I was climbing trees, I was just always riding my bike down the fastest hills… I was naturally super competitive in everything that I did and my dad helped me concentrate that energy into racing. That's where my stability came from.”

You kept talking about many things, from his passion for Ayrton Senna to his travels and how hard it was to maintain friendships and how he was managing the fact that his words had an impact on people. At the end of the interview, you felt like you had managed to bring to light a new side of who Lewis Hamilton was and you were very proud of it.

When it was over you made your way out only to come across a well known figure. You smiled wide recognising Mick and didn’t think twice before hugging him.

“Hey, long time no see!” you greeted him.

“Yeah! I see you from afar from time to time but you’re alway so busy I don’t want to bother you by coming to see you.” 

“Nonsense! Feel free to bother me any time. You’re my friend.”

You stayed chatting for a few minutes, laughing and promising to stay in touch when you felt a shadow behind your back and Mick’s smile dropping instantly. You looked back and saw Charles, a dark look on his face, visibly angry.

“All is good, here? Am I interrupting something? I don’t think flirting with the media is allowed, Mick.” he spitted, making you blush with embarrassment as Mick was stuttering.

“I… We don’t… I was just…”

“Don’t you have a Mercedes to check? it’s not like it was very competitive, not sure you're making a great job at the factory. You should focus more on that instead of sweet talking girls who are clearly trying to do their job right.”

You felt your heart ache for Mick who looked at his feet before giving you a tight smile. Saying that you were mortified was un understatement and you were starting to feel angry. You clenched your fists in order to calm down as you felt Charles getting closer to you.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t know, you tell me!” Charles replied harshly before disappearing.

Mick noticed your reactions and it didn’t take long before he put two and two together.

“Is there something going on between you guys?”

“It’s complicated..”  You looked over your shoulder to see Charles walking fast.

“It’s fine. Go after him.”

He didn’t need to tell you twice as you rushed to his garage. You were about to call for him, when he noticed you and decided to go in the opposite direction, in a place where you had no access. You swore under your breath, not understanding where all of this was coming from and how childish he was acting. Your day had started so well but now, you were pissed off. And he was the only one to blame. 

When you came back to your hotel after a tiring day, you expected to be alone and you were looking forward to it. So, when you opened the door and found Charles sitting on the bed, absent-mindedly scrolling on his phone, you were taken aback. You were not prepared to talk to him. You proceeded to ignore him as you put your things on the sofa and locked yourself in the bathroom. You changed into comfier clothes and removed your make-up, taking more time than needed. But when you finally found yourself with no reasons left to stay locked in, you took a deep breath and opened the door to see Charles right in front of you. You sighed, not ready to talk to him and went to the bed, where he followed you.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” you stated.

“Y/N, please…”

“No. The way you acted with Mick? How embarrassed I felt? No, scratch that, humiliated you made me feel… that was uncalled for. And highly unprofessional.”

“As if we had a professional relationship.” he shrugged, making you snap.

“We do! When I’m out there, running around, my press access badge around my neck, I'm doing my job! Maybe I was talking to Mick for a future report or I was trying to gather some information from him.”

“You were laughing with him! And hugging him!”

“Mick is my friend! I shouldn’t even have to explain myself. Today was Mick, but what if tomorrow I'm talking and laughing with Lando or a mechanic from Aston Martin? Will you act the same way? You could have messed up something big for me acting like that! I just need you to understand it. My point is, when I have my badge on, you talk to me accordingly and you act around me accordingly. Just like I do when I’m interviewing you. I’m not your girlfriend in these situations.” you explained, eyes glued on him, hoping he would understand how angry you were.

“Don’t you think that maybe, just maybe, I snapped because I love you and it is harder and harder to pretend otherwise? I’m tired of hiding and I know I said I was okay with it at first, but not anymore.”

“Charles, I just need a few more weeks… soon it will be over.” you sighed. “The situation is not funny for me either…”

“I’m just wondering if you really want us to be official. If your boss isn’t just an excuse to avoid committing to us fully. I’m scared, okay. Scared you’ll find another excuse when the job one will be out of the equation.”

You gulped, clearly hurt before nodding, bitter.

“If you really think that low of me, I wonder why we are together.” You went to your suitcase and closed it before going through the door, Charles not even trying to hold you back. “I’m staying with Marion tonight, don’t bother waiting for me tomorrow.”

Charles stood still, looking at the now closed door and feeling guilty about the way he had treated you. It was unfair to accuse you of not being one hundred percent committed to making this relationship work. You had never given him a reason to doubt you. He knew he had screwed up, he knew he was an idiot, he knew you had every reason to get mad at him. He let himself fall on the bed and screamed in your pillow which was still  smelling like you. He also had to apologize to Mick, it was stupid to act this way around him. 

His thoughts drifted back to you. What if you really meant that it was pointless to stay together? He didn’t want that. You were the love of his life, there was not an ounce of doubt in his mind that he wouldn’t end up getting married to you. He knew it. He couldn’t explain it, but he knew. He sighed and did what he was always doing in case of doubts. He called the only person in this world that always knew how to calm him down and  how to figure things out.

“Charles? What a pleasant surprise. I wasn’t expecting you, it’s late.”

“Yeah… I know, it’s just… I needed to talk to you.”

“It seems important.”

“I’m in love, mom.”

There was a silence on the other end of the line, before she spoke again.

“I had my suspicions. You don’t come very often anymore and you were barely in Monaco for the last few months. I didn’t want to ask because I know how careful you are with introducing girlfriends to me.”

“She is a reporter.It makes everything harder… she has to announce it to her boss and then I will have to announce it to Silvia. She is not leaving me alone, she absolutely wants me to find a girlfriend. And when it is all done, I will make our relationship public but then, people will talk, people will probably hate on her and what if she freaks out and decides to leave? I wish sometimes I was more… normal, then it would be so complicated.”

He proceeded to tell the story of how he met you up to the fight. Not once had his mom interrupted him and when he was finally done, he felt lighter.

“I love her mom. More than I’ve ever loved anyone. And I just screwed up in a brilliant way.”

“You did, there is no point denying it. But there is nothing a good conversation and a good apology won’t fix, Charles. I can hear how much you love her and I don’t know her yet, but I’m sure she loves you too. It must be a tough situation for her to handle, try to put yourself in her shoes.”

“I know… I just want her to be happy with me.”

“Start with showing her that you’re sorry. It’s a good first step.”

The next day, he went to search for you in the paddock between the two sessions of Free Practices but you were nowhere to be found. Instead, he ended up running into Marion as she was walking out of the broadcast cabins.

“Hey, Marion! Have you seen Y/N? I’m searching for her…”

“Oh? She hasn’t told you? She requested to work in the F2 paddock this weekend. I thought you knew.”

“Well… clearly not.” he sighed, annoyed. “ He perfectly knew why you had asked for it. You didn’t want to see him.

Coming back to his room at the end of the day felt weird. Not seeing your suitcase next to his felt weird. Not feeling the heat of your body in the bed felt weird. He tossed and turned in his bed until he couldn’t anymore and got up. He couldn’t keep going like this, he needed to see you. It didn’t take long to find in which room you had been transferred and he was glad for a moment you decided to not change your hotel. He smiled when the lady at the desk told him the number. It was three doors next to his. Maybe you weren’t that angry if you had accepted to stay near him. He knocked and heard some sniffles in the room before seeing the door opening, revealing yourself in one of his sweaters he hadn’t noticed was missing, eyes puffy and red stained cheeks. 

He didn’t think twice about it and took you in his arms and soothed your hair.

“I’m sorry.” you mumbled in his chest. “I shouldn’t have left… I shouldn’t have told you that we should break up… it was childish… ”

“Stop. I’m the one who is sorry for having overreacted.”

“I don't want to break up. Not today and not ever. It’s hard for me too, you know, to hide. You’re not the only one having a hard time dealing with it and I’m sorry I should’ve said it sooner…”

“I promise you we will find a way and I promise you I won’t act like a dickhead when you’re doing your job. I don’t want to complicate it for you.” he put his forehead against yours.

“I’m gladly taking the complicated and messed up situation if it involves you, Charles. I’m fine facing any obstacles as long as you are by my side. I’m in. And it hurts when you say that I’m not.”

“I didn’t mean it, I promise. So we’re good?”

 “We’re good.” you nodded as you pulled him into your room.

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12 YEARS LATER, PART 2| S.O BLACK

Pairing; POA!Sirius Black x wife!reader

Summary; It’s been 12 years since Y/N last saw her husband, now it was time to see him for the first time, what could she say to him?

Warnings; Angst? Fluff, Sirius probably looks like death

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Sirius felt happiness and immense relief to see that the home you shared all of those years ago hadn’t changed at all, the garden was still well kept and from what he could see through the windows of the living room, it was still decorated the same way.

It was like a breath of fresh air being back in the place that held so many memories and loving moments; moments that had gotten him through the past twelve years of hell.

Knowing he was innocent had protected his sanity against the dementors but remembering those soft touches and electric kisses had kept him half happy.

He frequently dreamt of those slow mornings you spent together, that feeling of pure happiness he felt back then to wake up next to you, being able to see you first thing in the morning was the greatest gift he could have ever asked for.

He hadn’t really known how lucky he was back then to have those small moments; he had only realised when it had been taken away from him.

Sirius had thought about you every single day. He wondered how you looked, if you had moved on and created a family, if you hated him…

And now, his heart was pounding in his chest as he scratched at the door with his paw, knowing that you and Harry were merely on the other side.

He could hear your voice and whilst it was more matured and had lost that young playfulness he once knew, it was still you.

He waited. Waited. Waited.

As each minute passed by, his heart beat more erratic in his chest.

Eventually, the door opened.

It wasn’t you, it was Harry stood there with a massive smile on his face at the sight of his godfather.

Even though he knew there was no one around for miles, Sirius cautiously looked around before he transformed back into himself. "It’s good to see you again, Harry," his voice was hoarse and gruff from its lack of use but still held its friendly tone.

Harry launched himself into Sirius’ arms, catching the latter off guard and almost sending him tumbling off the sheer force of the impact but he welcomed the embrace with a chuffed laugh. "I’m glad you’re staying here, Padfoot."

Sirius mindfully patted Harry’s back as he pulled away, smiling slightly but Harry could tell that Sirius wasn’t really paying much attention, he could see the distraction in the way his godfather was looking over his shoulder into the house, as though hoping to catch sight of something, or someone. "Where’s your godmother?" He asked in a dreaded whisper.

Harry shuffled awkwardly as he looked back into the house before looking back to Sirius. "Uhm, she’s in the kitchen preparing dinner."

Sirius swallowed but nodded, releasing a nervous sigh as he looked to the ground then back up, not really knowing what to do.

Harry pursed his lips, feeling uncomfortable, knowing that you weren’t really impressed with the last minute bomb he dropped on you when you weren’t ready and that Sirius was at a loss to what he could say to you after over a decade of being without you. Harry had put the three of you in this situation and felt the responsibility to guide you through it.

"Why don’t you go to my room and you can get cleaned up and I can find you some clothes to wear then you can join us and have something proper to eat?" He suggested, sighing in relief when Sirius nodded, seeming to like that idea.

Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest that it was beginning to ache, the pain almost becoming unbearable as you heard footsteps behind you.

"It’s just me," Harry spoke, calming you instantly, causing you to turn around.

"Where is he?" You whispered, looking around wearing, you felt uneasy in your own house knowing that he was nearby.

"I took him upstairs to my room so he could shower, do you know if we have any clothes he could change into?" Harry asked.

You paused for a moment before speaking. "I do, actually." Thinking back to the boxes hidden away at the back of your wardrobe, you didn’t know if they’d still fit him but they were his.

"Could you grab them for me and I’ll take them to him?" You nodded and made your way out of the kitchen, leaving Harry to keep an eye on the food.

You could hear the sound of running water that came from Harry’s en-suite; he was so close yet so far and you had no idea how to feel about it.

You grabbed him clean socks, underwear, joggers and a t-shirt, even going as far as pulling out some of his old hair care products that used to crowd the bathroom counter knowing that Azkaban probably hadn’t been great for his hair and that would have broken your Sirius’ heart.

Sirius couldn’t fight his smile at the sight of the clothes and products that had been left on Harry’s bed for him, they were his, you had kept them all of these years, that had to mean something, didn’t it?

He had purposely taken his time getting dressed whether he was aware of it or not, he was trying to prolong the time it would take to see you, hoping he’d think of something he could say to you, he hadn’t thought of anything by the time he had finished so he just bit the bullet and slowly made his way downstairs.

The entire house was the way he had left it that Halloween night in 1981, only with the addition of photos of you and Harry from throughout the years, it made him smile to see that you had both had a nice life, the only thing that made him sad was that it had been just the two of you and he hadn’t been there with you.

The sound of your’s and Harry’s voices floating from the kitchen filled his heart, he could tell the bond between the pair of you was strong.

As soon as he hit the threshold of the kitchen, the chatter immediately stopped, the pair of you were already sat as the table with your plates in front of you; a large plate of food was sat in front of an empty chair opposite you, waiting for him.

The two of you made eye contact and every thought in his mind disappeared, all those words he wanted to say to you no longer mattered because everything that needed to be said was spoken just from looking into your eyes.

You were beautiful, just as you had been back then and you still had the same effect on him. The air was sucked from his lungs and he was punched in the face with the most overwhelming feeling of love he had ever experienced, the ring that had remained on his finger since you were nineteen was suddenly weighed down by his feelings for you that hadn’t disappeared in the slightest, even after so long apart.

His eyes shot to your left hand and his chest grew heavy at the lack of jewellery on your finger, he had to remind himself that he had betrayed you though, by leaving you that night with no telling of what he was doing, he had simply left and not returned.

"Padfoot," Harry’s voice cut through the tension between the two of you. "You should eat something," he pointed towards the plate that was piled with food.

Sirius pursed his lips and nodded weakly, carefully making his way to the table and sitting down, it was as though he thought any movement that was too fast would break something between you that hadn’t yet been fixed.

The three of you sat in the most intense silence; Sirius and Harry ate but you had quickly lost your appetite, the sight of him had just about torn you in two.

He was all skin and bone, every movement he made showed just how weak he was, the shaking of his hands a sign of his lack of nutrition.

Even though you hadn’t seen him before his shower you know it must have done him well because his skin was clean and he looked fresh, his facial hair was neatly groomed and his hair, though longer than you remember, was in its typical ringlets, a sharp contrast to the way he looked in the wanted posters you had seen.

Sirius was thankful to eat something that wasn’t wild animals he had hunted; food that was actually filling and would give him the energy he lacked.

He could feel the glances you kept sending him but kept his head down and his attention focused on his meal, he was afraid of what you would say to him.

Would you tell him you had moved on a long time ago and you were simply doing this for Harry?

The sound of you clearing your throat caused him to look up, Harry had disappeared without him noticing, it was just the two of you, your eyes looking into his with an emotion he couldn’t quite identify.

"I’m glad you’re okay," you spoke, voice ever so gentle.

Sirius dropped his fork and leaned back in his seat, focusing all of his attention on you. "I’m glad you and Harry are okay, it was all I ever thought about," he replied.

The roughness of his voice took you by surprise but you suppose it shouldn’t have considering the lack of people he had to speak to whilst he was imprisoned.

"A part of me was worried, knowing you were out there all alone," you confessed.

Your words made his heart swell but he knew better than to get his hopes up. "And the other? Worried that I wanted to hurt him?" He couldn’t mask the bitterness in his voice, the thought of you thinking he could do such a thing would break him.

"Worried that you didn’t want to actually, I was worried that everything the public knew about you was wrong and that you were out there all alone in the cold and wanting to do something good. Because it meant you had been locked up all those years for nothing and well, that worry was a reality."

Your words comforted him but there was one thing they had been on his mind since he had spoken to Harry for the first time. "You only told him about me at the beginning of the year when I escaped, why?"

You looked down at the table, tears in your eyes. "It was just me and Harry for years, I had all these photographs for him and all of these stories about James and Lily. There was a constant in the photos that he was curious about, the man with the cheeky smile and the long, curly hair. I just told him you were an old friend because I couldn’t tell the little boy he was back then that the entire Wizarding world thought you were the reason they were dead and I didn’t want to tell him my thoughts either because I wanted him to decide what he wanted to think when he was old enough and he did."

"And what were your thoughts?" He asked the dreaded question.

You smiled painfully and shook your head. "That you are the most irrational and dare I say irresponsible man that I have ever met in my life and you were overwhelmed with grief that night, so much so that you didn’t at all think straight about the outcome of your actions. You were just filled with betrayal and heartbreak that the only thing you cared about was getting revenge and I never blamed you for that, I only ever blamed you for losing the life you deserved to live, losing the life we could have shared."

Sirius’ eyes welled up at your words, both from relief that you never thought he did what he was accused of and guilt for the way he had acted that night, knowing that he had caused you a hell of a lot of loss, loss of the life you had wanted to build with him.

He was suddenly wracked with the emotion of the reality of what had actually happened and what he had missed out on, what you both had missed out on. "Did you-" he wanted to ask but you were already shaking your head.

"Absolutely not, there was never anyone else, it was only ever you and I never had to question it." There was such confidence in your words and it shot right into his chest, it was as though those words had broken the dam that had hidden his emotions because the flood gates had opened and Sirius buried his head in his hands as sobs wracked through his body.

You jumped up from your seat and made your way around the table, taking Harry’s vacant seat and pulling it right up beside Sirius’, wrapping your arms around him.

Sirius leaned into your body, allowing himself to be fully wrapped up in your arms.

It wasn’t long before his sobs stopped but he made no effort to move from your embrace, instead he relished in the familiar comfort that he had longed for and allowed himself to smile as he smelled the scent of the perfume you still wore and had worn since you were a teenager.

You pressed a kiss into his hair before resting your head against his. "I missed you so much." You assured him.

"I missed you, you and Harry were all I ever thought about, you got me through it, you’ve always been my strength." He muttered into your shoulder.

You closed your eyes at his words, not wanting to cry but it was hard, you had him in your arms again and it filled you with so many overwhelming emotions.

"You’re still so beautiful," you laughed at his muffled compliment, squeezing him tighter in response.

"I’m glad you’re here, Sirius. I’m so happy you’re back." You told him.

"Me too," he sighed, then waited for a moment before asking. "Where are your rings?"

You silently and reluctantly pulled away from him but remained close. You reached up and pulled out the chain that was hanging from your neck, hanging from the chain were two rings; one was a simple, thin, silver band and the other was a diamond encrusted band with a large, rectangle shaped, white sapphire in the centre.

"I knew Harry would ask questions because he’s so nosey but I wants to keep them on me," you explained.

Sirius nodded with a smile, happy you still kept them and wore them, his smile widened as he watched you remove the chain from your neck and remove the rings before placing them on your left hand where they belonged.

He moved forward and rested his forehead against yours, not necessarily ready to let go just yet.

Harry stood in the doorway of the kitchen, you were right, he was nosey but he didn’t really care. He was way too amazed at the sight in front of him, he could quite literally see the connection that was shared between his godparents and was beyond happy that the two of you were able to be reunited and hopefully make your way back to each other.

You would make your way back to each other, Sirius was your family and he was your home. The connection between the two of you hadn’t been lost in the time apart and it only made you more confident in the fact that Sirius Black was your soulmate, he was the other half of your heart and there’s no one else you would wait so long for or want to spend your life with.

You loved him more than anything and well aware that he felt the same way about you.

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[uhdrienne]

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

06. charming guy

🌼feat: wonwoo x reader, fluff, angst, hometown chachacha!inspired

🌼summary: going back to the countryside where you grew up was at the bottom of your list. unexpectedly, your life changes course, and you eventually find your home in weekly village cleaning, the sound of the waves, and with the local jack-of-all-trades, jeon wonwoo.

warning(s): a car accident occurs in this chapter. it's not overly graphic, but there are mentions of open wounds. please do not read if you are uncomfortable!

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"I'll be right back! I just need to get the arm brace for Grandma Lee," You call to Delia as you grab the car keys. "She's making much more progress than expected at this stage, so I'll go get the brace early."

You had liaised with a clinic about thirty minutes away to get the arm brace Grandma Lee would need soon. She'd come into your clinic, two days after you visited her, put down her details into the registration form with no hesitation, and started her treatment. And now, three weeks later, she was doing better than ever.

Wonwoo hadn't really spoken to you since that day. You saw him at the village cleaning sessions, or out about town on his part-time jobs, but he was always either busy or just silent. You didn't feel any hostility from him, though, so you were mildly relieved.

And so with Delia's cheery goodbye, you drive out to the clinic, get the brace and prepare to return, only to find that whilst you were getting the brace, what you thought was a cloudy day had turned into a full downpour, with thunder and lightning to match.

Well. Your day was ruined, you sigh, as you open your umbrella and rush yourself to the car. Your new suitpant set would officially be a gone case.

As you drove along the winding road, you began to squint. The rain was so heavy you could barely see, and the curving road was definitely not helping. Still, you had to get back for your next appointment, and so pulling over wasn't on your mind as you pushed on.

It seemed fate had other plans for you, as the only thing you saw, approaching you swiftly from the corner of yet another curve, was a pair of large headlights, before a loud crash resounded in your ears, and the world spun and whirled before turning dark.

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"Miss? Miss? Can you hear me?"

You stir awake. Ow. Everywhere hurt.

"Miss?" An unfamiliar male voice made you come to your senses. Where were you?

You look up to see a short, squat man, knocking on your window in panic. "Miss? Could you open the door? We're in a bit of a situation...I crashed..oh shit, you're injured!"

You barely take in his words as a ringing pain shoots through your head. You reach up to touch it, only to wince and pull it away, hands coming away red.

Oh.

In your haze of pain, you finally recall to unlock the door, and you slump against the man the moment it opens. Your seatbelt and his grip saves you, and after settling you back in your seat he immediately asks, "Okay... we're going to need help, miss. Can you tell me anyone I can call? I'll try calling the ambulance, but the nearest hospital is an hour away and service is a little shit here."

You manage to slur out Delia's number softly, and the stranger fumbles in his pocket for a phone to call her, your head still laid against his shoulder. You faintly hear Delia's loud screech of shock on the other end, before the man is rearranging you back in your seat, standing next to your car door again as he waits. You fade in and out of consciousness as time passes, as the stranger does try to curb your bleeding with his handkerchief.

The next time you come to, it's to a dripping man (that is definitely not the driver nor Delia) hovering over you, trying to maneuver you out of your seat. His glasses gleam with rainwater as he unclicks your seatbelt and slides his arms under your knees and over your shoulders, preparing to carry you out of your car.

"Hang in there," You hear him call to you over the rain as he lifts you in his arms, gathering you to him. "I'll get you to a hospital, okay? I'll stay with you. Sleep a while if you need to."

"Uh...Chief Jeon?"

The man pauses speaking for a moment, but keeps walking. "Yeah, it's me. Delia doesn't have a car so she called me for help. What were you thinking anyway, driving out when there's a storm?"

"Brace. For...Grandma..." You try to say, but it just doesn't come out right, and all you're feeling is pain in your head. Being jostled around as he walks isn't making it better.

"Don't talk yet if it hurts. I'll ask you later, so go to sleep. You'll be okay when you wake up," He says again, and as if on command, your eyes drift closed.

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"Ugh.." Your head feels like it's pierced by a thousand knives. "Ow!"

The door --- right, you're in a hospital, you register -- opens and Wonwoo walks in, carrying a glass of water. You stare at him and he stares back at you. "What are you doing here?"

"Did you hit your head too hard?" He wonders, as he sits down and helps you hold the glass. "You don't remember me bringing you here?"

"It's all a blur, honestly," You mutter as you sip the water. After passing him back the glass, you try rubbing your temples gently to ease the ache.

"Wait, you're pressing too hard," He says suddenly. "Let me."

He leans forward, and you smell the faint scent of his cologne. Oh, he smells nice, you think, in your groggy haze.

"Thanks," He answers, still gently massaging the sides of your head, and you realise you said it out loud.

"I didn't say anything," You mutter, and he shakes his head in amusement. "I didn't hear anything then. I'll take it you're woozy from the medicine."

After he's done, he settles in the chair by your bed and pulls out his phone. "Shouldn't you go home? You already troubled yourself lots..." You ask, barely suppressing a yawn.

"I heard from the nurse. Delia's your only emergency contact, but she'll take a while to settle the clinic and come over, so I'm here till then," He replies, not looking up.

"I'm okay alone," You reply, but with your fatigue and mumble, it's not heated at all.

"Don't think too much," He answers nonchalantly. "I'm not staying here for you. It's just because Delia isn't here."

"Mhm... okay... could you pass me my phone?" You mumble, already half-asleep, hand loosely dangling over the bed. "I'll tell her not to come since I'm awake and fine, so you can go home and rest too. It's a long way."

He shakes her head. "Too late. Last I heard, she was getting a ride from Seungkwan."

"Ah, the charming guy, she says..." You muffle into your sheets, eyes shuttering.

You hear him huff a quiet laugh as you drift off, and then feel the warmth of a blanket being laid over you. "Yeah, the charming guy."

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The next time you wake up, Delia is sitting next to you.

"Oh, shit, you're awake," She says as she springs up from her seat and holds your shoulders to help you up. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got run over," You try to crack a joke, but Delia's face dampens slightly. "I'm joking..."

"You scared the shit out of me," She mumbles, eyebrows furrowing. "Thankfully Wonwoo came to help you."

"Yeah, I know," You reply, your expression softening at the recall of Wonwoo carrying you in the rain to drive you to a hospital over forty-five minutes away from the town. "Where is he, anyway? And Seungkwan. You came with him, right?"

"They went to get food." Delia replies. "They'll be glad to know you woke up, Wonwoo was very worried."

"Hm?"

"Oh, yeah. He hung up on me the moment I said you were in an accident. Don't even know how he found you."

"Oh..."

Now you feel even more guilty. You vaguely remember the time when you got into an accident on the school bus and your dad drove all the way to the clinic to fetch you home.

"Man, you should've said something, I'd bring medicine for you..." You hear Seungkwan saying as the door slides open and Seungkwan and Wonwoo come in.

"Shut up," Wonwoo mumbles as he comes in. He sneezes once, and you look at him in concern. "Are you okay?"

"'M fine," You hear him reply, slightly muffled with a blocked nose.

"You caught a cold, didn't you?" You ask, slightly alarmed. "From being in the rain..."

"I have a bad immune system," He mumbles unhelpfully.

You sigh. "Don't go to any trouble next time, alright..."

He raises his eyebrows. "Is this the shock talking? This isn't the doctor we know." Seungkwan barely suppresses a laugh, snorting as Delia smacks his arm. You huff. "Should I go back to being bitchy?"

"Oh, no, thanks," He jests. "Here." He chucks a plastic bag onto your hospital table.

"What's this?"

"Gummy bears. Delia said you like to eat sweet stuff when you're in pain or something."

Delia shrugs when you look at her. "They were getting food. I thought you might want something when you got up."

You sigh, before picking out an orange one after he opens the bag for you. "Have you eaten medication?"

"No, not yet," He says, watching you munch on the bear. You frown sternly. "Make sure to take some after eating, once every four to six hours. Check the label if you need non-drowsy ones."

"I'm not the one in a hospital bed right now," He replies, just as sternly.

"Alright, lovebirds," Delia says, standing up and stretching. "I'm getting hungry. Is there a store nearby?"

"There's kimbap on the opposite side of the street." Seungkwan says, immediately getting up. "I'll go with you. There’s some shops you might wanna see.”

And before you and Wonwoo can say anything, they're out, chattering as they go.

You sit in silence with Wonwoo, who's twisting his fingers slightly now.

"Why are you anxious?"

"I'm not." He responds.

"You just tugged at your fingers, like, five thousand times."

"You're keeping count?"

"You're irritating, you know that?"

"I'm sorry."

"What is this?" You ask, taken aback. "Why're you apologising?"

"Not for the irritating part, for Grandma," He mutters. "She told me you went to her house and got her started on treatment. And Delia said you got into that accident because you were picking up her brace."

You're starting to get even more taken aback by the minute, but he keeps going. "And you were right about the parent thing. You know...the part about taking care of their health."

"Oh," you reply, nonplussed. "Well, you were right too. At some parts. Like trying to understand her and her situation. Sorry it... took me so long to get there."

He cracks a smile. "I think I like you much better in this state. Not so grouchy."

You scowl.

"Seriously, though," He straightens. "I'm sorry you got into this situation 'cause you were picking up her brace."

You furrow your eyebrows. "It was just shitty luck. Nothing to do with Grandma."

He smiles and then gestures towards your hospital table. “Do you want food? I can ask the nurse?”

“No, I’m good,” you mumble, embarrassed. “You should go get food, though. You had to wait around in here for a while.”

“Nah,” He says, leaning back in his chair and shutting his eyes. “I’m just lethargic. Don’t wanna move anywhere.”

You remain silent, fully intending to let him relax in silence, when you remember something.

"Thanks, by the way."

"What?"

"Thanks for helping me today." You say, cheeks flushing.

He shakes his head. “As long as you’re alright.”

When you finally smile and nod, he finally closes his eyes, drifting off while you lean back into your pillows.

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It's always the same scene. It's almost laughable how the dream plays out, always the same as before, always the exact same things happening.

Of him stuck in a black, empty space, nothing to be seen for miles. He can't even see the floor he's standing on.

A tap on his shoulder makes him whirl around, and he's met with the same person that always appears in his dreams -- him.

Well, at least it looks like him.

This Wonwoo isn't the happy, outgoing one. He sports swollen, tired eyes, trembling hands, a pale, drawn face. This Wonwoo seems to find his lifeline in saying the same exact lines every single time, shaky hands coming up to grab his neck.

Do you think you can run, Jeon Wonwoo? To that perfect little village you call home? Do you think everything you've done won't catch up to you?

His eyes fly open, sitting up bolt upright in his chair, bathed in panic and his own sweat. The late afternoon sun slants in through the drawn windows. He turns his head, and when the bed comes into view, he exhales sharply.

Someone's here. Dead asleep, granted, but the presence of someone, at least, helps him breathe a little easier.

She turns in her sleep, and his breath catches in his throat. In a different way, funnily enough, not in repulsion of himself, not in fear.

He sinks back down into his chair and closes his eyes.

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[ladykailitha]

Ser Stephan of Harring’s Town Part 3

Tag list cap is 20.

Also guys, this part is going to hurt. A lot. I’m sorry.

Part 1  Part 2

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“You come to a clearing,” Eddie said. “It’s small mostly surrounded by trees. To your right you can see the beginnings of a mountain path. Everybody make a listen check.”

Everyone but Steve rolled low to mid-range. He rolled a natural twenty. Eddie tore off a piece of paper and jotted down a note. He handed it to Steve. He lets him take time to read the note.

“So what are you going to do, Steve?” Eddie asked after a moment.

“Can I tell how many there are?” Steve replied.

“Roll for a knowledge forestry check,” Eddie said.

Steve rolled and it was a fifteen. “Fifteen plus...two. So seventeen.”

Eddie smiled. “You can’t tell for sure but there are more of them then there are of the party.”

Steve frowned. He looked down at his character sheet. “I run screaming from the clearing, banging my shield to draw them off.”

“There is a snarling gasp as a pack of wolves come out of the trees to chase Steve. Roll for initiative.”

“Steve!” Lucas yelled. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Yeah,” Erica protested. “You can’t just take them out on your own.”

“Your character might die,” Will told him.

“Screw his character dying,” Mike hissed. “If we don’t get in on the battle, we don’t get the XP or any of the loot.”

Steve shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “You told me to do what I would do in any given situation. This is what I would do. To save the party.”

He looked down at his hands.

“But not like this, dude!” Dustin protested.

Steve looked up at him and said, deadpan, “I know it’s what I would do because I’ve done it.”

Dustin was suddenly on his feet. “Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking go there man. It’s only a game. You can’t do it. Not like this. Not again.”

Eddie held up his hands. “Whoa, whoa!” Everyone turned to look at him. “It appears I’ve accidentally sent off a landmine here. So why don’t we take a break. Cool our heels for a bit. I’ll talk to Dustin and Steve separately and see if we can’t find a solution that doesn’t involve trauma mining.”

“Where should we go?” Dustin asked as the rest of the group filed out.

Steve cleared his throat. “The pool area has a small room to the side that we can go to.”

Eddie nodded. “Lead the way.”

Steve did.

“I’m going to talk to each of you separately and then together,” Eddie said once they got to the ‘viewing’ room. “Who wants to go first?”

Dustin and Steve looked at each other.

“He can go first,” Steve mumbled. “I need a smoke.”

Eddie and Dustin nodded.

Once Steve was firmly ensconced in a lounge chair, Eddie turned to Dustin. “What the honest fuck?”

So Dustin spilled the beans on the junkyard and the demodogs. And how Steve had locked them in the trailer so that he could lead the beasts away from the kids.

“Okay,” Eddie said. “That would have been nice to know. You guys are going to have to sit me down and tell me everything you have gone through, because I am serious about the trauma mining. Because there is a difference between me discussing it with you before hand and you guys being prepared emotionally for it and what just happened just now.”

Dustin nodded.

“Go get Steve,” Eddie said, cocking his head at the door to the outdoor pool.

Dustin got up and shuffled outside. Eddie watched as they exchanged words and then hugged. He breathed a sigh of relief. At least he didn’t have to broker a truce between them.

Steve opened the door. “I didn’t mean to ruin the game. Session. Whatever.”

Eddie stood up and took Steve’s hand, leading him over to the sofa. He sat down and tugged on his hand to get Steve to sit, too.

Steve sat down, but didn’t let go of Eddie’s hand. Eddie gave it a squeeze.

“You didn’t ruin anything, I did,” he said softly. “But only because you guys have only told me the tip of the iceberg when it comes to what you all have been through. And frankly I’m amazed any of you are still sane at this point.”

Steve chuckled. “I don’t think I ever was.”

Eddie started rubbing Steve’s knuckles with his thumb. “The best people are always the least sane. Look at me!”

Steve really laughed.

“But I think we leaned a little too far into doing what you would do,” he continued. “I understand that you want to protect them, but these aren’t the kids. These are trained adventurers. We have a wizard, a ranger, a paladin, a druid, a fighter, and barbarian, that’s you.”

Steve nodded. “It’s just I have a hard time imagining it, I guess. I see those faces and I‒”

“Can’t help but want to protect them?” Eddie finished.

Steve hung his head. “Yeah. I know it’s a game. But this time it just...fuck!”

“Trauma mined the wrong scar,” he finished again. He reached up to cup Steve’s cheek.

Steve leaned into Eddie’s touch and sighed. “Can we have a do over? Go back to before I fucked up?”

Eddie smiled. “Sure thing, baby. But let’s get Dustin in here before he freezes out there.”

Steve nodded, but he didn’t want Eddie to let of his cheek. He sighed when Eddie stood up and opened the door to call to Dustin.

Dustin came in and sat down next to Steve.

“Have we learned a valuable lesson about not telling your DM everything?” Eddie asked cheekily.

Dustin and Steve looked at each other and then nodded.

“Good.”

He led the way back to the group and everyone sat down.

“All right, everyone had a chance to calm down?” Eddie asked.

He got a bunch of nods.

“So Steve has asked for a do-over,” he continued. “His mom instinct took over and forgot he was traveling with adventures and not his kids.”

Steve nodded. “I’ll try to treat your characters like I treat Eddie or Robin or Nance or even Jonathan and Argyle. You know, adults. But I’ll mess up sometimes. So just tell me, don’t yell at me. Or I will stop.”

The kids looked at each other and all nodded in agreement.

“All right-y,” Eddie said rubbing his hands together gleefully. “What do you want to do, Ser Stephan?”

“Hey, guys,” Steve said to the party, “you know how the woods only get quiet when there’s a predator around?”

“Everyone roll knowledge forestry checks,” Eddie said.

This time the game proceeded as normal. The party did the smart thing and slowly backed out of the clearing.

They still had to fight some of the wolves but it wasn’t the whole pack, so everyone survived.

When they were done for the night and began to divide up the loot and hand out XP, Will spoke up.

“While you and Dustin were talking to Eddie, me and the rest of talked.”

Steve looked over him. “What about?”

“We keep forgetting that you aren’t as well versed in this game as we are, and we reacted badly,” Lucas said.

“We spent so much time trying to get you to play with us,” Erica said, “that when you finally agree, we treat you like crap. And that’s not fair.”

“So we’re going to try and be better,” Mike said. “Because when you get into the game, it’s actually a lot of fun.”

Steve smiled. “I appreciate it, guys.”

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[slvtwh0re]

Hello! How are you? I saw your post about requests and was wondering if you could write a one shot (Sam Winchester x reader).

The reader is hit by a spell that makes her feel a lot of pain, to the point of screaming. She also has a fever and even convulsions as the pain gets stronger. Sam takes care of her and tries to save her before the pain kills her.

I Bet On Losing Dogs

angst/fluff; spn, sam winchester

Warnings: pain, crying, near-death experience

Note: Thank you for your request! I hope you enjoy :)

Pain was something you were used to, but this hurt was something new. You were curled in a ball in the backseat of the Impala, screaming at the intense pressure running through your body. Sam cradled you and pushed Dean to drive faster.

The day had started off normal - well, as normal as it could for the three of you. You woke up, kissed Sam good morning, and prepared to hunt the witch you guys had been trailing. Things took a turn for the worst when you were caught by surprise and the witch had enough time to cast a spell.

None of you were quite sure what the spell was, but all you knew was that it felt like you were dying. Hell, that could be the case. You were trembling in Sam's lap, feeling uncomfortably hot but sweating at the same time. You cried and gritted your teeth, gripping onto Sam's coat.

"Dean, how far are we?!" Sam brushed your hair out of your face, where it was sticking to your sweaty skin.

"We're almost to Bobby's," Dean assured them, glancing back at the two. "Don't worry, Y/N; we'll fix you."

You couldn't even utter a reply, and that was enough to prove the urgency of the situation. It felt like you were getting weaker by the second. Your eyes began falling closed, no matter how much you fought the sleep.

Sam looked down to see you with your eyes closed, body limp in his arms. Suddenly, your body began to convulse, making Sam jump in surprise. He rolled you on your side, trying to hold your head steady.

"Dean, go!" he yelled.

"Shit," he cursed. "We're almost there. Hold on..."

By the time you three pulled into Bobby's driveway, your body had stilled. Sam felt your neck, noticing the light pulse and breathing a sigh of relief at the fact you were still alive. He slid his arms under you and began running towards Bobby's house, with Dean quick on his heels.

"Bobby!" he yelled, pushing the door open with his foot.

Bobby came rushing out of the living room at the panic lacing Sam's voice. He stopped in his tracks when he saw you. "Get her on the couch," he commanded. "What happened?"

Sam set you down, propping pillows under your head as Dean explained. "The witch we were hunting hit her with a spell before we ganked her... Goddamn witches! Y/N was in pain - bad, like screaming and crying. I mean, Hell, she seized in the back of my car! What the hell is this, Bobby?!"

Bobby sighed. "Goddamnit... I know what's wrong with her, and I know how to reverse it - if we still have time, that is?"

"What?" Sam uttered, glancing away from you to look at them. "Do it, do the spell!"

"We don't have everything we need," Bobby replied, moving towards his pantry. "Now, if we do this quick, we can get it. Dean, I'm gonna make you a list. We'll get what we need and pray we make it home in time to heal her."

"What about me?" Sam asked.

"You stay with her and make sure she stays alive."

He watched as Bobby and Dean booked it outside. They had a mission, and time was running thin. Sam sighed and rested his head on the arm of the couch, right beside yours. He looked at you, remembering what you looked like when you were smiling at him.

"We're gonna help you, sweetheart," he whispered. "But you gotta fight... You can't die on me. I can't lose you..."

You and Sam had been together for quite some time now. Everyone was so used to how things were; you, Sam, and Dean, hunting together. Spending weeks at Bobby’s and random motels. Late night drives in Baby, rounds of drinks at the bar.

The three of you had been faced with death several times. Sam and Dean had managed to escape it more than any human should. But you’d never come this close - passed out, breathing ragged, and your pulse hardly noticeable. Sam had never been in this position, praying you’d wake up but being unable to do anything to help you.

“If you were awake right now, I know you’d ask me to talk to you,” he continued, reaching down to grab your limp hand. “To keep your mind occupied, off the pain… I don’t even know if you can hear me, but…”

It felt too strange for him to be sitting in a silent room with you, whether you were awake or not. Both of you always had something to talk about, whether it be research, reminiscing, or simply small talk. All of the sudden, he felt himself missing your voice and hating the sound of his own, but he continued.

“Do you remember when you and I took that road trip, just us? I’m surprised we got that much time without a case…” he chuckled dryly, forcing the laugh to make the conversation feel more genuine. “We had the jankiest car and hardly any money, but we made it fun. I still think about how pretty you looked that one night, when we went to the beach. That dress you wore, the smile on your face… We’ll make more of those memories. We have to, Y/N.”

The front door swung open and Dean stepped in, holding a bag in his hands. “I got the stuff, is Bobby back?”

Sam lifted his head and then said, “No.”

“How is she?” Dean dropped the bag on the table and walked into the living room, crouching down beside Sam.

“She’s still breathing, so…”

“Hey, Y/N.” Dean smiled at you, gripping your shoulder gently. “You’re gonna be fine.”

A few minutes passed with the brothers sitting beside you, waiting for Bobby to return. The ticking of the clock only fueled both of their panic. You still weren’t awake, unmoving and getting weaker by the second.

“Damnit, where is he?” Sam muttered, moving his gaze to stare out the window.

“He’ll be here,” Dean finalized, praying that he was right. “She’s gonna be fine, Sam.”

Before Sam could further voice his worry, Bobby came rushing inside. He didn’t take the time to ask any questions or explain anything. He simply grabbed Dean’s bag and began dumping the supplies onto the table.

“What can we do, Bobby?” Dean asked, climbing to his feet.

“Get me a piece of her hair,” he commanded as he poured an endless amount of things into a large bowl.

“Why?” Sam inquired, nonetheless reaching for your hair. He skillfully removed a strand and handed it to Bobby - you didn’t budge.

“The spell that was cast on her slowly drains the life out of her. Starts with the vital organs, so her body begins shutting down. Then, the other parts of her go with it - her memories, her spark, the thing that makes her her,” he explained as he gently placed the hair into the bowl.

“Wait-” Sam held his hand up. “She’ll be herself again after this, right?”

Bobby sighed, pausing to look at Sam. “Honestly… I’m not sure. If this reversal manages to heal her body and give her the rest, I’ll be surprised.”

“So, even if her body heals, she could be missing parts of her? Her memories, the things we’ve been through-”

“She’ll be fine, Sammy,” Dean interrupted. The longer they waited, the more he felt his nerves. You mattered to him, and first and foremost, he wanted you alive. They could worry about everything else later.

“According to legend, she’ll be okay,” Bobby assured Sam. “But we need to do this now. Dean, lighter.”

Dean handed Bobby a light. He grabbed a piece of paper covered in Latin scribblings and held it to the flame. Once it caught, he dropped it into the bowl.

Sam quickly moved back to your side as the spell burned. He watched you like a hawk, looking for any signs of movement. Dean and Bobby did the same from a distance.

It felt like time slowed as they waited. The flames began to shrink until they finally dissipated into nothing. For a moment, it seemed like there was no coming back…

…Until you did.

You inhaled a deep breath, feeling the fresh oxygen fill your lungs. It no longer felt like your insides were being ripped out, and your heart wasn’t pounding in your ears anymore. You looked around the living room of Bobby’s house, eyeing each person individually.

Sam breathed a sigh of relief before quietly saying, “Y/N…?”

Blinking a few times, you reached out to hold his face. “Hi, Sam…”

The nervous look on his face contorted into a smile and he felt a breathy laugh escape him. Dean grinned and moved forward to softly ruffle your hair, saying, “I told Sammy you’d be fine.”

“Good job, kid,” Bobby added. “You scared us for a second, there.”

You smiled softly, nodding. “I scared myself.”

“I hate witches,” Dean murmured.

“Believe me - me too,” you agreed. “But… I really need to shower. I’m all sweaty.”

Sam shook his head, chuckling as he stood and held a hand out to you. Of course, a warm shower was the second thing you thought of after beating death - after him, of course. You gladly took his hand and followed him upstairs, into Bobby’s bathroom.

Once you two were behind closed doors, he took the opportunity to kiss you. Although you’d been asleep for the remainder of your painful journey, you had still missed him. Knowing that you were so close to never seeing him again didn’t sit right with you.

“Don’t scare me like that again,” Sam pleaded against your lips, resting his forehead against yours.

“I don’t plan on it, sweetheart.” You smiled at him reassuringly. “Now, I’d like to take a shower and get some actual rest.”

Sam tucked your hair behind your ear, handling you with the utmost care. “I think that’s a great idea.”

[snowangeldotmp3]

'solitude'

(hi! this is a prompt fill that i'm doing, and i decided to do all three prompts that @fishwear sent, so!! thank u for the prompts btw!)

prompt list here

1. slow dancing x ronance

“How many records do you own, Robin?” Nancy asks, sifting through the crate.

Robin scratches the back of her neck. “Probably too many. I stand by the fact that records are the superior music format.”

Nancy snorts, rolling her eyes. Robin grins.

They’re silent a moment, going through Robin’s collection, before her eyes fall onto a certain record.

She pulls it from the box and looks at Robin skeptically. “Billie Holiday?”

Sitting next to her like this, Nancy can see the pink that blooms through Robin’s cheeks.

It’s pretty.

(She’s pretty. Nancy likes making Robin blush.

You see, Nancy came to the realization not too long ago that she does, in fact, like girls. And, though she’ll never admit it, Robin is the one who made her realize this, even though she’s pretty sure she’s had crushes on girls before Robin.

Oh yeah, and Nancy’s got a big fat crush on Robin.

No big deal.

Except Nancy’s been trying to make a move for weeks. Dropping hints that she knows Robin should’ve picked up. The only conclusion Nancy’s come to is this:

Robin will not make the first move.

So you know, that’s an extra dash of torture to the whole situation.)

“Yeah,” Robin sighs, running a hand through her hair, “one of the best jazz singers like, ever. Seriously. Her music just has so much emotion, like, infused into it.”

Robin’s getting excited, the way she does whenever she talks about, well, anything that she has an interest in. That sparkle in her eye and the curve of her lips and the way she talks with her hands; Nancy can tell she was fully prepared to be ridiculed for it.

“Well,” Nancy says, handing her the record, “put it on. I wanna listen to it.”

“Wait, really?”

Nancy nods, smiling. Robin slips the record out, onto the turntable, and gently drops the needle.

The speakers crackle to life, a soft piano melody bleeding through, the crooning voice of Billie Holiday flooding the surrounding room.

It’s nice.

Nancy has to admit, it’s a really good record, but there’s something… missing about it. They’re both too rigid. Robin’s too nervous that Nancy will make fun of her, which she won’t, but even Nancy feels Robin’s nerves radiating off of her.

(Which… is a little unlike Robin. Usually she’s all snark with infuriating, sly smiles and inside jokes. Nancy’s only seen Robin nervous once, when she thought there was a possibility of rabies from the demo-bats.)

She’s up on her feet, and it’s out of her mouth before it registers. “Sway with me?”

Robin stops. Leg no longer bouncing, cheeks reddening, and wide eyes staring back at Nancy. “Uh… what?”

Nancy’s brain finally catches up with the rest of her. She can feel the heat spreading on her face, blush now matching Robin’s, no doubt. Her mind begins listing every possible reason to back out, to step away from this and pretend like it never happened. To not get too close to her.

Screw that.

Ignoring her brain’s warnings, Nancy holds out her hand. “You heard me. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“I can’t dance,” Robin protests.

“I’ll teach you. It’s easier than it looks, promise.” Nancy smiles, wiggling her fingers, trying to persuade Robin.

Robin sighs dramatically, letting her head hang. “Fine, but let me put on a different one.”

“You have multiple Billie Holiday records?”

Robin shrugs, “I like jazz.”

Because of course she does.

Nancy grabs Robin’s hand, intertwining their fingers, and pulls her close as the opening bars of ‘Solitude’ fill the room.

Robin’s cheeks burn a deeper shade of red, and this close, Nancy can count her freckles, creating mini-constellations out of them.

Robin sways rigidly, no rhythm and almost robotic motions, and Nancy knows it’s because she’s doing everything she can to not make Nancy uncomfortable.

Nancy pulls her impossibly closer, bodies flush against one another. “Is this okay?”

Robin jerks a nod.

Nancy leans her head against Robin’s chest. “Still okay?”

“Yeah,” Robin breathes, like she’d forgotten to breathe until Nancy asked. Nancy finds the rhythm again, swaying comfortably, listening to the jack rabbiting of Robin’s heart.

(Nancy silently thanks whatever higher power out there that Robin can’t hear her own heart hammering against her rib cage.)

After another song or two, Robin relaxes a bit, finding the rhythm and swaying along, no longer stiff and robotic. Nancy closes her eyes, the swaying almost hypnotic, lulling her into a strange sense of calm that she’s not felt in… well, she’s not sure if she’s ever felt like this.

Nancy doesn’t know the song, but Robin hums along freely now. She can feel the vibrations against Robin's chest, her heart still a bit fast, but not as erratic as it was two songs ago.

It’s odd, she notices, just how well they fit together.

(Nancy doesn’t believe in soulmates, and she knows Robin doesn’t either, but she finds it a little funny that they fit so well together. Like they were made for each other, and perhaps they were. Perhaps they weren’t, but Nancy wants to make it work. Wants to try, at least.)

She pulls away a moment, just to look at Robin.

Robin’s head tilts, and for a moment, it reminds Nancy of a confused puppy. It’s adorable, and a look she’s never really seen on Robin, either.

Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, like she wants to say something. Nancy stares at her lips before meeting Robin’s gaze. Robin swallows thickly. Whatever she had to say disappears, and it's back to Billie Holiday filling the silence between them.

And then,

The music stops.

Nancy reaches up to Robin’s face, tucking a strand of her hair behind her pierced ear, before cradling her jaw. Robin’s eyes search Nancy’s, flickering down to her lips, and back up again.

“Robin,” she murmurs, “can I kiss you?”

#ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #sorry i changed it to billie holiday! i already had written something similar to this not too long ago and never posted it. so. #stranger things #my writing #my prompts #i'm working on the others and will compile them soon!! #and to the anon who sent the other two prompts: i am working on them as well! #also yes i'm ending it there hehe sorry!!

[the-final-sif]

Now, one thing about texting a guy who regularly loses his memories and forgets how to speak the language he usually texts you in is that it's not weird for that guy to vanish mid-convo. Ranboo usually checked in later, and neither Dream nor Punz worried much about it. The problem was, sometimes Ranboo is just getting up to some shit and that's why he goes quiet. It can really be either.

Anyways, disregarding that not all important note, Sam is now in charge of taking care of Dream. It's the sort of thing that he really ought to have mixed feelings about. That he should feel the gravity of the situation he's in.

Sam, is stubbornly refusing any of those things. Instead, he's convinced this is perfect. Not that Dream got hurt from the Warden (or more specifically, protecting Sam from the Warden. In the light of day, it's become all the more obvious to Sam that Dream could've just run. Should've just run. He was a rabbit, more than capable of outspeeding a warden, particularly through narrow caves), but rather that now Sam has a chance.

There's something about Dream being a hybrid that makes Sam very uncomfortable with idea of confinement, let alone anything like Pandora. His own recent experience with the hunters didn't help much. Not to mention the fact that Dream could've left him for dead at any time and didn't. Or that Dream got hurt for him, took risks for him, time and time again.

So, instead, Sam is determined that now Dream is a hybrid (is a new person, is compartmentalized in his brain as something Else), and clearly in need of help, Sam will do a good job helping him. He'll make up for past mistakes (not Pandora, because Pandora can't be a mistake, but for having gotten caught, for not doing better or moving quicker).

Sam's vision is mostly back, just a bit fuzzy for detail work. Ponk lent him some glasses that fix that up. Seeing again is nice. He's a fan of that.

He's wearing those glasses to pour over the instructions Ponk left (after getting sick of Sam's endless questions, Ponk finally just wrote the rest down and handed it over so he could get out the door).

By 'pour over the instructions' Sam actually meant that he had the hastily scrawled instructions to the side, and had the rest of the dining room table covered with books, with his own notebook at the center.

Sam had been up most of the night collecting notes, starting with pulling out Ponk's textbooks to find any relevant information for inner ear trauma in hybrids, and progressing through accounts he could find on the warden's sonic attacks (there was a single case study from a cat hybrid who'd been caught, none from rabbit hybrids despite rabbit hybrids being on the forefront of expeditions near sculk. they were uniquely suited to traversing the area lightly, and between being light on their feet and having a faint, earthy scent, wardens often let them be).

Now he'd finally progressed to general information on rabbit hybrids. Which, realistically was working backwards, but he wanted to cover the urgent issues first. Ponk had already given him a list of safe foods and dos and don'ts, but Sam wanted to be prepared.

Speaking of which, he was shocked out of his study coma by the alarm he'd set the night prior. Shoot. Right. Food and medication. He could do this.

Sam stood and made his way into the kitchen to make breakfast. He also needed to eat soon, but he needed to get Dream's food ready first. Ponk had at least left written instructions for this and portioned out food for both of them. Not that Sam couldn't cook, he just wasn't particularly adapt at it. Eggs with some veggies, toast, and bacon.

The meat was an odd choice, but Ponk assured him it was fine. Dream had a mostly human stomach, apparently. Cooking it didn't take long, and he was even able to put together a quick meal for himself at the same time.

Once food was ready, Sam just had to grab the ear drops from the ice box that Ponk had prepared and he was good to go.

That was all he needed.

He could go walk into the room.

Right.

Or... it was still early. Ponk said Dream needed a lot of rest. Maybe he should eat first, just to kill some time. He was pretty hungry now that he thought about it.

(that was a lie and he knew it. food had never sounded worse)

Sam ate anyways, forcing himself to take bite after bite. It was all bland. hm.

After eating, he really needed to do the dishes. It was unhygienic to leave them out. Food borne illness was a serious matter! Sam was sure to be thorough as he washed everything he’d used.

During all of this, he’d left Dream’s food on a warmer. By the time the dishes were done, he found a small part of him regretting that choice because if he hadn’t then he’d have needed to remake it. It would’ve given him a reason to stay longer.

Sam has had enough stalling. He has to do this.

Bracing himself, Sam gets the food and the ear drops, and he makes his way to Dream’s room. He isn’t sure exactly what he’s expecting, but... he’s ready for it.

He’ll keep telling himself that, but he still finds his words caught in his throat. That’s fine. He shouldn’t need to speak. 

Or he didn’t, until he knocked on the door and got no reply.

He knocked again, a bit harder this time. Still waiting.

This time he waited longer. He’d knocked pretty loud, so if Dream wasn’t saying it was okay, then it must be because he wasn’t ready for Sam to come in. The man was a very light sleeper (as far as Sam could remember, even when the blood loss got really bad Dream still always jolted awak-), so there as no way he didn’t notice the knock.

Ponk had made him promise to be patient, to give Dream space. So Sam did just that. He waited and waited until finally giving in and knocking again.

Sam really did try to be patient, but anxiety started brewing. What if Dream wasn’t in there? What if Quackity had found out he was here somehow? Or what if he’d gotten confused and run off? Or what if something happened and he couldn’t hear-

Oh.

Yeah.

Right.

Thank god for his mask, it hid the embarrassed blush on Sam’s face as he realized his mistake. Shaking himself, he pushed open the door gently.

Sam got no more than two steps in before he froze. Wide green eyes were staring right at him.

Words evaporated from his throat faced by those eyes. It felt fundamentally wrong for Dream to have eyes. Let alone eyes so soulful. Sam hated it, but he found himself bound in place.

Seconds ticked by, stretching on into minutes.Those green eyes never shifted or wavered.

After what must’ve been at least two solid minutes, it suddenly struck Sam that Dream’s eyes were looking towards him but not at him. Ever so slowly, he shifted to the side. No movement.

Now that Sam was paying attention, he realized that Dream’s breathing was slow, measured. His body was hard to make out under the blankets, but it looked curled up.

Ah- Rabbits could sleep with their eyes open. It was something they did when they felt unsafe. Admittedly, the failure stung, but Sam shook it off.

This was fine, clearly Dream just didn’t know what to expect. But today he’d see everything was fine.

That did leave one small problem.

Dream was still asleep, and Sam needed to wake him. Something that he didn’t have a great idea for how to do safely.

If nothing else, Sam had the forethought to put down the dishes before attempting anything. Something that proved to be an excellent choice in a matter of moments.

He only managed three steps towards the bed before Dream jolted awake.

Hey, it solved his issue. There was that.

The only reason Sam could tell Dream was awake was because the other had stopped breathing, and his gaze had focused on. Sam opened his mouth and tried his best to sound comforting.

“Hello-”

The first word got out of his mouth, before he again, remembered that Dream couldn’t hear him. Right.

Instead, Sam raised his hands, just high enough to show that he didn’t have any weapons. He took a step back too. Give him space. That was what Ponk said. Sam also pulled off his own mask, in an attempt to make things... fair? Equal? Something like that.

It took a few moments, but steadily, Dream... well he didn’t relax, but he seemed... aware? His eyes narrowed, but he no longer looked terrified, so that was progress?

Once Dream seemed aware, Sam managed to pick up the food plate again and hold it out in offering. He didn’t dare step closer. Not until he was given a slow nod. Permission. Reluctant, but given.

Sam was slow in his movements, bringing over the plate and holding it out so that the other could take it.

After a quick inspection, Dream did so. Leaving Sam free to sit down by the bed.

Thankfully, Dream ate quickly. The air was awkward. Sam didn’t want to talk- his brain was blank and Dream couldn’t hear him anyways. But the silence was almost worse.

It didn’t drag out, and soon enough, Dream was done. Sam held up the ear drops next.

Ponk had said he’d need to apply them, but Dream held out his hand in a demanding motion.

Sam handed them over, assuming that Dream just wanted to inspect them. Which, to be fair, the man did.

After giving the potion a quick sniff (dream had whiskers, sam realized. only a few, not nearly as many as antfrost, but whiskers all the same), Dream did not hand it back.

Instead, he lifted the bottle up, clearly attempting to apply it himself.

Only, when Dream tried to lift up his ear (or at least, from how the muscle twitched, that was what Sam assumed he was doing), the attempted motion got a violent reaction. Dream jerked forward, dropping the bottle as both hands went to clutch at the offending ear.

Fuck, that must’ve hurt. It was the inner ear that was swollen, so moving the muscles there was ill advised. Particularly without the ear drops to numb anything.

Sam quickly scooped up the ear drops, and got halfway through reaching out to apply them himself before he realized Dream had frozen again. There was no mistaking the blown wide pupils and tension.

Right. Dream didn’t know what he was doing. Obviously.

Slowly, Sam pulled back just a little, gesturing to the bottle of ear drops and mouthing his words as best he could. Ponk had mentioned Dream could do some lip reading to figure out basic stuff?

“Let me?”

There was a long pause, before finally, Dream blinked first. He forced the tension out of his shoulders and nodded (very slightly, likely due to the pain of movement). He tilted his head slowly and gently, telling Sam which ear to start with.

Sam kept his movements slow and telegraphed, reaching out to lift up the first ear and tilt in the ear drops. Four drops, just like Ponk said.

Once Sam was done, he put the first ear down (carefully, he didn’t drop it like part of him wanted to). Then he moved to do the other one.

Dream tilted his head to allow it, although-

Sam didn’t falter, but he did notice an odd noise. A soft tapping against the sheets. He didn’t look until the second set of ear drops was done.

It was one of Dream’s feet. Fuzzy enough that they didn’t make much noise, but clearly tapping in... displeasure? Annoyance? That was what the books said. Right?

Sam couldn’t pinpoint the exact nature of the annoyance, until he pulled back and took a look at Dream properly. The man was no longer looking at Sam, his eyes now closed and whiskers twitching as the tapping sped up until-

Finally, it seemed Dream couldn’t take it any more and violently shook his head. Ears flapping about in a gesture that had to hurt. The wince that followed right after proved that much. Still, there wasn’t much helping that. At least he’d held still long enough for the potion to soak in a bit.

After that, Dream needed help to walk? Maybe?

Sam gave him a minute to settle down, then stood. A hand held out in offer.

Dream took one look at the hand, and clearly took offense. He pushed himself to his feet, and promptly nearly toppled over onto the floor.

Sam moved just fast enough to catch him, grabbing him by the shoulders to pull him up. He almost instinctively pulled Dream into his arms fully.

Part of him felt it’d be easier to just carry Dream, but Ponk had stressed it was very important to have Dream moving his legs and at least attempting balance. So Sam had restraint and just stabilized the other.

(also ponk had said something about giving dream a knife and sam was 95% sure attempting to carry dream would get him stabbed)

The tension in Dream’s frame made it a stiff walk, but they made it over. After using the bathroom, Dream sat on the counter for awhile and used water to clean the fur on his head and ears, getting very particular about certain sections.

Sam would’ve just left him to it, but without back support the man kept losing his balance. Teetering on the edge and forcing Sam to keep a close eye to prevent him from falling.

Sam only left for a moment to get some fresh clothes from the closet, a small walk-in that Ponk had left some outfits laid out in. Some of it was Dream’s old stuff. Some of it was thrown together from whatever Ponk had around.

He hesitated for a moment before grabbing one of the thrown together outfits. Part of his brain insisted that Dream needed to loom different. That was part of it. The outfit was taken without comment.

It seemed that Dream was resolute on ignoring Sam’s presence. He wasn’t doing a very good job of it, but he was doing it all the same.

Eventually though, Dream was ready to go back to the bed. The ear drops had a bit more time to take effect, and since Dream didn’t attempt the movement on his own, things went a lot better. Sam barely had to support Dream’s weight. Just aid with the balancing part of things. That was a good sign. Right?

Once Dream was back, he curled up on the bed, legs bunched up in what was something between flight and fight posture. Eyes watching Sam closely.

Oh- right.

“We should- Ponk said you were supposed to do stretches.”

Sam tried making hand motions to help communicate his words, but he’s pretty sure he only confused Dream further. It took several seconds for man to puzzle out what he’d said, before his eyes narrowed and he shook his head.

“No.”

The refusal-

Something deep within Sam boiled at the flat out refusal. Dream didn’t even give a reason! Ponk said it was important!

Still, Sam bit down his temper and tried to reason with the bunny hybrid. Words slow and careful (ponk said he could sometimes hear with the ear drops? right?)

“Ponk said it was important. Stretching will help you get your balance back.”

Dream didn’t even pause to consider it.

“No. I’ll do them later.”

Well- on one hand, Ponk had said twice a day. On the other, it would be more effective if done in the morning and at night. Doing it at lunch and at night would mean that things would go stretched for a longer period. It was sub optimal, and that bothered Sam.

But Ponk also said not to force Dream to do it. That he might not feel well enough on the first day. Maybe Dream was feeling sick and didn’t want to say anything? Sam wasn’t sure if he liked that idea or not. He’d consider it later.

For the time being, he nodded, took the plate, and left. Back to his duties.

Lunch time came quickly. Sam managed to catch a quick nap, and then he needed to make more food. Get the ear drops back from the fridge. Back to the room.

It was easier this time. Sam knew what to expect. He knocked on the door again just to feel a bit better about himself, then pushed the door open very slowly.

Dream was alert this time, ears twitching (usually followed by a minute wince) eyes falling on him before purposefully looking away to inspect the rest of the room. Easier than him being asleep.

Sam moved to offer the plate again, and no sooner had he set it down than-

The closet across the room banged open and-

A certain part enderman stumbled out, eyes wide and tail swishing widely with confusion and panic.

Behind Sam, he heard Dream jolt as well, shooting up and to the edge of the bed, clearly upset about this situation.

Ranboo took a moment to take in Sam, and then Dream with a furrowed brow, and then back to Sam, fear clearly surging in the teenager. Still, between the two of them, Ranboo was armed. Sam wasn’t. This could only go-

And then Ranboo’s eyes were back on Dream, softening as the fear switched to confusion. About what, Sam didn’t know.

Finally, the enderman broke the silence.

“Uh, so, um, hi- this is kinda a bad first introduction, but my name’s Ranboo. Do either of you happen to know where I am right now? Or how I got here? Also, hello, welcome to the server. I don’t think I’ve met you before. Sorry if I have. Are you being held hostage right now? Do you need help?”

#c!awesamdude #c!sam #c!dream #dreblr #prison duo #bunny c!dream #dream smp #dsmp #apology cake au #c!sam is like 'ive figured it all out i know everything #and then he spends 15 mins knocking on the door of the guy stuck there cause his hearings shot

[powermakar]

I love what you wrote for ethan Edward's!

Would you be able to do something where the reader got in a car accident or something or had to get surgery and ethan is there with her the whole time?

Don't Say Goodbye- Ethan Edwards

my requests are still open!

I'm not a medical professional of any sort so I have no idea how accurate the injuries mentioned are. And I'm sorry from switching from using Nick to Blanks so often.

words: 1,830 (I kinda got carried away)

Ethan Edwards x Fem!reader

Ethan was at practice when he was pulled aside by one of the assistant coaches. “Ethan, I need you to quickly get showered and changed and meet me in my office.” coach said skating to the exit of the rink. What could be wrong?  Practice just started 15 minutes ago. Was it about a bad pass he made in the last game? No, that would be addressed on ice or in one of those film reviews. I had talked to my parents right before I walked into Yost and I saw y/n this morning. My mind was going a million miles an hour working on auto-pilot as I got showered and changed. 

“You wanted to see me, coach?” I asked walking to his office.

“Ethan, can you please sit down? I don’t want you standing for this” coach said solemnly. Ok what the actual fuck is going on, coach never speaks with that tone. So in conclusion, something bad has happened and I need to be prepared for this. 

“What is going on?” I ask fidgeting with the sleeve of my hoodie. 

“It is about y/n” my pulse quickened at the mention of my girlfriend’s name. “She was in a really bad car accident, I do not know what her injuries are or how bad they are” You couldn’t hear what coach was saying anymore. Panic soared through your veins and it got hard to breathe. Your lungs felt like they had collapsed, the room was spinning, your ears were ringing, and you suddenly got nauseous. Is this what a panic attack was like? You had never felt out of control as you did now. Gripping the arms of the chair to stand up but you couldn't get your legs to move, you couldn't do anything at all. 

“Ethan, you look pale I'm going to get you some water” coach said passing you a trash can. You just looked down at it confused. “In case you throw up or something” he said walking off.

“I need to get to the hospital like now.” you said walking to the door. Coach just blocked the door. 

“You are in no state to be able to drive so Blanks is going to drive you”. You didn't care who was driving, you just cared about getting to the hospital to see your girlfriend. 

The whole way to the hospital you were a complete mess. Messing with all the different buttons on the dash to rolling the window up and down around 20 times. “I am so nervous Nick” you whispered”.

“Oh, so we are on a first name basis now?” he said trying to crack a joke. You didn’t find it funny so you just sent him a glare. “Ok, I’m sorry I just want to make this situation a little lighter. “Ethan you really need to calm down, I’m sure y/n is just there for precautionary measures” he tells you. 

“I guess so Blanks, but I’m still nervous as hell. I can not let anything happen to her, I love her too much” You say with tears building up in your eyes. He just looks over at you with a small smile. The rest of the drive is in complete silence, you too nervous to speak and Nick did not want to make you feel uncomfortable any more than he already did.  

Blanks barely put his truck into park before you jumped out and ran towards the hospital entrance. “I’m here to see y/n y/l/n, what room is she in?” you ask the front desk lady. She looks you up and down and turns back to her computer.

“Are you family or on her emergency contact list?” She asks. 

“Yes I’m on her emergency contact list, my name is Ethan Edwards.” By this time Nick has walked through the doors and is standing next to you. 

“Y/n is in room 304 on the third level” With that the lady points to the elevators. You and Blanks walk into the elevator and hit the button for the third floor. You could barely stand still at this point, rocking back and forth on your feet. 

Nick looks over at you and says, “it is going to be ok”. 

When the two of you walk out of the elevator dread consumes your whole body. The third floor is the ICU unit, the unit where y/n is. Nick put a hand on your shoulder reassuring you that he was still here for you. You looked at him and started to walk down the hall. You stopped at room 304, just staring at the door. “I don’t think I can do this Blanks” you whisper. 

“Yes, you can. I’ll stay out here to give you some space” he says. With that, you gently open the door and walk into your girlfriend’s room. The sight before you was enough for you to stop in your tracks and look up to the ceiling to hold back your tears. 

Tubes. Tubes were all over her body, from IVs in her arms and hands to oxygen tubes in her nose. There was a lot of beeping too. Beeping to signify that her heart was still beating. Bruises and bandages also covered her body. It was hard to look at your girlfriend but you knew you had to push through that and get to her side. 

You pulled up a chair to her hospital bed and grabbed her hand that did not have an IV in it. Fuck people who say men shouldn’t cry. Tears were streaming down your face, you couldn't stand to look at the love of your life like this. You were so used to seeing a special gleam in her eyes and a smile set on her face at all times. 

The doctor came in to explain y/n’s injuries and the severity of them. A broken wrist, a broken thumb, 2 fractured ribs, a grade 4 concussion, and many cuts around her body. But those didn’t sound too bad. Shouldn't she just be in a regular hospital room?

Before you could ask why y/n was in the ICU the doctor had told you why. “She was slipping in and out of consciousness until about 30 minutes ago. She has not woken up since and she had some trouble breathing on her own. She does not have anything blocking her passageway and she does not have a punctured lung. So we believe that the trouble came from the stress that was put on her body. We have Miss. y/l/n in the ICU just so we can keep a closer look on her in case anything changes”. Well, at least you knew why she was in the ICU now. It still did not make you feel any less nauseous. 

“How is she?” Blanks ask while sitting in the chair next to you. 

“She’s ok. Well, she’s not ok obviously but it could be a lot worse.” You paused for a moment before continuing “I can not believe this actually happened. I just saw her this morning making toast in my kitchen. She was talking about how excited she was for my parents to come to town so she could finally meet them. Now I don't even know if she'll be able to meet them.” 

“Y/n is a strong woman, I know she will make it through this so don't even say that” Blanks says

“Thank you for being here” you respond. 

That night you ended up sleeping in the uncomfortable hospital chairs, not that you got much sleep anyways. You were too scared to leave y/n side and go home. Blanks had left around 6 pm after asking you 20 times if it was ok to leave after you told him to go home and to actually get some good sleep. You were woken up by a nurse coming to check y/n’s vitals and you couldn't fall back asleep after that. 

You decided talking to y/n would be a good idea to calm your nerves a little. Talking to her always made you a little less nervous before big games, even though she wouldn't respond, it would still be worth a shot. “Y/n I can't stand to see you like this and that I can't do anything at all. It honestly breaks my heart into a thousand different pieces. I love you so much and I do not want to lose you. I want to grow as a better person with you, I want to get married and have two kids. I want to grow old with you. You are the love of my life, y/n and I don't ever want to say goodbye to you.” Tears were running down your face at a rapid pace so you walked out of the room and leaned on the wall across from her room. 

You walked around the hospital for a little bit to clear your mind and move your body after sitting in those awful chairs for so long. When you got back to y/n’s room Blanks was sitting there with a stupidly large teddy bear and a bag of food. “I figured you haven't eaten in a while since I know you would never touch food from the cafeteria” he says handing you the bag.

“Thank you but why do you have a giant teddy bear?”

“The rest of the team heard about the accident so we decided to get y/n it” 

“She’ll love it” you laugh. 

After you finished eating you went back to your chair and grabbed y/n’s hand. For the next hour or so you just talked to Blanks about upcoming games until you felt y/n squeeze your hand. “Wait Nick shut up for a second” you say. This made him stop talking quickly. “Come on y/n do it again, squeeze my hand”. Y/n did it again. “Nick go get a nurse or a doctor or something. I think she is waking up”. Blanks ran out of the room looking for someone. 

Y/n opened her eyes and looked at you. “Hi, gorgeous” you said moving a piece of hair away from her face. “I’m so glad you are awake, I couldn't look at you laying here unconscious for much longer”. She just squeezed your hand and motioned towards the sink. It took a minute to figure out that she wanted a glass of water. So you filled up a glass and gave it to her, she ended up drinking the whole thing in ten seconds. 

“Ethan don't say goodbye to me. Ever.” Your girlfriend says. 

“You heard all of that?” 

“I heard every sentence, and one day I want to get married and grow old with you too. I love you so, so much Ethan. Words can't even describe it” 

“I love you too y/n” you say bending down to kiss her.

#ethan edwards imagine #hockey #umich hockey #umich wolverines #fiction #ice hockey #national hockey league #ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards fic #nick blankenburg #umich hockey blurb #umich imagine #nhl hockey #nhl #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #requests are open #request #umich #nhl blurb #nhl players

[absolutebitchgetter]

abg

Yea, the title is about me. So? it might sound like a fucking Kanye West song title but he is a peak artist. (i do not support anything anti semetic)

So, lets just put the nail in the coffin (Notice how im not saying final?)

I wont stop until i get an actual recognision from the entirety of Comic Studio.

I am prepared to namedrop, so you better change your ways if you know who you are.

So, lets get right into it.

There is proven to be guilt tripping and manipulation as shown by this post.

Do you really think im going to give up trying to stop pure rage filling into peoples minds?

Do you think i want them to end up like me?

I ended up horrible. Anger management out the fucking window. Ive proven many times i try to change that and i still am.

People laugh, ridicule, annoy and aggravate me.

I still havent gave up, even if the admins (clearly biased) try to silence me.

Doxxing scares, harassment, impersonation, ridiculed.

Thats what i have to go through.

Monthly, weekly, daily.

I dont know when it comes, it just does.

Everyone hates me, but do i want to change that? Yes AND no.

If everyone hates me, i get no drama while everyone blocks me. If everyone loves me, i get popular and every post i do gets a few votes or comments. However i am pulled into much drama.

Anyways, actually getting into it, everything i say is silenced or put down. Even when i mention the doxxing scares, "oh yeah sorry about that". Just some half assed apology! Are you fucking serious! (You know who you are.) Who gives a fucking shit if i am one of the most problematic users there, i got harassed and incorrectly banned. I am continued to be harassed, antagonised and made fun of. Its just irony at this point. The moderation team needs a rebuild and i will not stop until my justice is served. That includes an unbanning. The cs discord isnt any better either. I was once made fun of, but it seems to have understood me about my quest to solve my anger issues. I still cant forgive it though. However a certain moderator in there deserves a name drop. Their nickname is "homosexual" with a Binding of Isaac pfp. They proceeded to time me out and no one else for an argument involving me and 4 others. I was the only one timed out, it was not fair in the slightest. My rejoin involved me asking someone to spoiler Binding of Isaac (it is a very scary game for me) and i proceeded to get targetted for it. They also had screamed at someone and pinged someone who was very uncomfortable with pinging. The mod proceeded to scold them while the victim was asking them to stop very politely. How they were mod i have no fucking clue. Its honestly scummy how the admins do nothing either when deathzy says i "harassed them" (i dm'd them about bashing my post and the fact that i apologised for the nazi joke). They then proceeded to say they were "right" in the situation when getting Onion_rabbit involved by them faking harassment. Its scummy how both of them didnt get any reprimanding and i get a perma ban.

Honestly, if i dont get this post noticed, there are going to be much namedrops in the next post. In the Oka situation that got them banned, i do concede, the sex jokes and the f slur were kinda dodgy. Even if you can reclaim i dont think you should be saying a slur. But i think a week ban should have been more appropiate. And if we're banning for sex jokes, Deathzy should be banned aswell. Just look at their fucking posts. They also drew ACTUAL FUCKING MPREG. how the fuck is that not being called out? simple answer.

They are popular.

Popular people dont get any reprimanding or a lot of the site quit.

its actually a joke how i get banned but none of the people listed arent.

Also, if you search up "toxicomic studio" on Comic Studio, read it.

So, in conclusion.

Nobody has listened to me, and this will be the final time.

Lmao!

If i get banned in the cs discord, so be it. The world shall listen to ABG's tune of fucking facts.

People who can add to this:

@voynich-exists

@microwaved-toast

@theokatgoesmeow

@tammerz

#cookie comic creator #comic studio #important #this is important #dont give up #kanye west runaway is peak #listen to graduation #please

[trans-axolotl]

(opioid addiction, chronic pain)

Hey I think you're the best person to ask about this, if you're uncomfortable with any of this feel free to ignore this anon but. One of my loved ones has decided to quit their opioid based meds to manage chronic pain

Now I do have some experience with helping people through this kind of stuff and harm reduction in general so I kind of know what to expect, but I can't find any sources on what the symptoms are for people who're quitting gradually rather than all at once and I want to be able to support this person not only emotionally but also physically, so I was wondering if you have any reading or source on gradually quitting opioids; talking to a doctor is not an option so I really want to get this right and make sure they feel safe and that we can find ways to deal with those symptoms in a way that is as satisfying for them as possible

Totally cool if you can't help though, thanks either way :) also love your blog you do some amazing work and you're changing lives for the better, have a good day

Hey anon,

Thanks for reaching out! Before answering, I do want to give a disclaimer that this is a topic I'm newer to learning about, and that I am absolutely not an expert yet. Please feel free to check any info I give with your own research or advice from trusted sources. All info I'm sharing is info I have learned through experts at the harm reduction organization I volunteer with, and I'm drawing from the resources they've shared with me.

To my understanding, withdrawal symptoms can depend on factors like someone's drug of choice, dosage, frequency of use, tolerance, and other factors like if you are taking any other meds, have any other health conditions, things like that. It can be hard to predict exactly what withdrawal is going to look like, but we do know that in general, tapering helps minimize withdrawal symptoms, even if it doesn't entirely get rid of them. This guide through opioid withdrawal by NextDistro is a resource that I really like. It talks through what withdrawal symptoms might look like, gives suggestions for over the counter medications and supplements, and other practical suggestions for making withdrawal a little better. (Want to highlight that you shouldn't use all the medications listed on there at once--please check dosage information and drug interactions, and only use the OTC medications as needed!) This post also has some helpful tips: in general, hydration, electrolytes, and rest will be incredibly important.

Here's some resources that go through possible taper schedules for specific medications. Here's a patient guide to opioid tapering. As a general rule, physicians seem to suggest either fast tapering, which is a 25-50% reduction every few days, or slow tapering, which is a 10-30% reduction in dosage every few weeks. Fast tapering will cause more severe withdrawal symptoms that last a few weeks, while slow tapering will ideally minimize withdrawal symptoms. A lot of this will need to be individually adapted to your situation, depending on what medication your loved one is taking, whether or not you have continued access to that medication, and the ideal timeline your loved one is looking for. So get prepared to do a lot of math to make the best plan, and if they take pills, also consider buying a pill cutter so that they can make sure they're taking accurate doses. If they are on multiple medications, it's important that they only go off one med at at time.

It can be really helpful to think through ahead of time what sort of social support they're going to need, how to cope with possible increased pain, if they will be able to take time off work or other obligations if needed, and make a plan based on what feels achievable and capable. Withdrawal can feel really, really shitty to go through, and your loved one will likely be overwhelmed both physically and emotionally throughout the process. Planning ahead as much as possible to ensure they have the coping strategies and care they need through the process will be crucial. Even little things, like making sure you have comfortable blankets in bed or having foods on hand that don't need to be prepared can be so helpful--I can think of so many little things that made withdrawal slightly less terrible when I was going through my own withdrawal.

Some important things to know about opioid withdrawal is that it is not life-threatening in the same way that withdrawal from alcohol or benzos can be deadly, because opiates interact with the body in a different way than alcohol or benzos. So although tapering is important for minimizing the withdrawal symptoms from opioid withdrawal, there is more flexibility with the taper schedule than there would be for benzo withdrawal, for example. One important possible opiate withdrawal symptom to avoid is severe dehydration caused by vomiting and diarrhea. That would be a point where it would be important to access medical care. The other important risk to be aware of is that when going through withdrawal, your loved one's tolerance will change. If at any point through the process, they decide to go back to a higher dose, the risk of overdose is higher. It's super crucial that you have Narcan on hand and are familiar with how to reverse overdoses. Check out these resources for more information on how to use Narcan and where to get it for free.

These are definitely not complete guides to how to withdraw from opioids, so if reaching out to a harm reduction organization in your area is an option, that might be a really helpful resource. Many harm reduction centers have clinical professionals who might be able to give specific advice to your loved one based on their specific situation, although I completely understand if that's just not an option for you all at the time.

Wishing you and your loved one the best of luck through this process 💜💜💜

Followers, if anyone else who's familiar with harm reduction, opioid use, or withdrawal wants to add on, please feel free!

#asks #harm reduction #withdrawal #chronic pain #ask to tag

[limestoner]

Autistic stuff I’m judged for:

• Not looking at people when there is nothing for me to look at. Staring at someone’s face gives me no new information; it’s just one more thing I have to constantly remind myself to do that takes away from me actually listening to them.

• When people tell me the same thing repeatedly and expect a response every time. When I say, “I know,” it’s rude? So I just run through the list of nothing-responses: “Uh-huh. Okay. Wow.” I have to be hypervigilant to make sure I’m responding “correctly” or the person will stop talking and look at me expecting… something. I don’t know what.

• Sudden changes. “You’re overreacting. It’s not a big deal.” I was expecting a weekend of hurkle durkling (means lounging around in bed in the morning instead of getting up right away, but I use it to describe all the things that help me prepare to transition to social situations/demands), but oh dear, the heater won’t turn on. Now I have to find someone to fix it and deal with talking to them and there won’t be peace until it’s over and the maintenance person has left. Not only did I not get the unmasked hurkle durkle time, but there’s another social demand being placed on me.

• Screaming and smacking when someone comes up behind me to put the tag of my shirt in. I used to make it stick out on purpose so it wouldn’t be scratching my neck, but then the feeling of unexpected touch on my neck is painful. Again, “Settle down. I’m just being helpful!” I love tagless clothes.

• I’m a therapist, so peak social performance is expected. Having to mask at that level is extremely exhausting. I always plaster a smile on my face even if I’m holding back vomiting because I don’t want my patient (or more specifically, their family) to be uncomfortable. I do my job well. But in order to do it, I have to brave the small talk like I’m treading through a minefield.

• Sitting in waiting rooms like I’m doing right now. I have to make sure I’m looking normal even though the music is too loud, I’m tired of sitting here, and I don’t know when I’ll be able to leave. I want to lie on the floor. I can’t.

• Because I can do such a good job masking, no one really understands that I can’t do it all the time. “It can’t be that hard. Everyone is expected to do these things. Everyone does things they don’t want to do sometimes.” Of course. But every waking moment I spend around other people, I have to be perfect to be considered “acceptable.” If I let the mask slip just a little, I’m rude, cold, insensitive (but also too sensitive?), lazy. If “everyone” felt like this in these situations, I don’t think society would be set up the way it is.

• Lack of a social network. “Just put yourself out there and make some friends!” How. Yes, I have managed to figure out that people are expected to make friends, and that the world is set up for people who have connections. But I have never known how to do that. Teacher says, “Get into groups!” Seemingly instantly, there are groups. And me. I ask to join and group says no. I ask next group. No. Look, I don’t even mind doing the academic work for the group. All of it. Just let me join a group before I get in trouble for “not following directions.” Or worse, the teacher has to offer extra credit for a group to take me. Yes. More than once.

• My problems are largely invisible, which to most people means “not their problem,” “nonexistent,” or simply “made up.” No one chooses sensory overload, meltdowns, being judged all the time. I’d love it if instead of “You don’t look autistic,” people would say things like, “Cool. What things do you like to talk about? Don’t worry about making eye contact if you don’t like it.” Just a small amount of compromise in my direction once in awhile would mean everything.

#actually autistic #personal rant

[mageofseven]

Repressed Love: A DiaLuci Love Story

Chapter 4

I loved the last chapter so much that I had to jump right into writing this one after I posted chapter 3!

Eventually, I did get tired though so I edited this when I woke up today 😅

But anyway! Tag list! @astroseuss @zarakem

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After dinner, Dia asked Lucifer to head to his room without him. The prince had to grab a some things before joining the other man in bed. After the expansion the man was forced through during dinner, the pride demon was exhausted and did as his love asked.

Lucifer started changing out of his outfit and into his night clothes. He let out a heavy sigh when he realized his satin night shirt no longer fit over his rotund belly. He folded it neatly and laid it on top on the dresser before walking towards the bed. His pants only fit as long as he kept them low on his hips. The man was already unhappy with the the changes to his body.

He sat on his side of the bed and gave his belly a gentle rub. He...he did this to himself; now all he could do was deal with the consequences.

After the major stretch he went through earlier, his stomach was uncomfortably red and sensitive. It was unavoidable, he supposed. It was just another aspect of this unpleasant situation he had to deal with--

The door creaked open and in stepped Dia with a smile. Blushing, the pregnant man quickly removed his hand from his belly and looked away from the redhead. He heard the other man set something on his dresser before opening a drawer to retrieve his own night clothes.

Lucifer peeked over and watched the man strip off his day clothes; first his jacket then his tie and shirt...

As the prince undid his belt, he peeked over his shoulder and saw Luce's spying on him. The pride demon turned away, face red, and Dia gave a laugh before continuing to change.

The prince preferred to sleep shirtless so he too approached the bed in just his pajama pants. Instead of slipping in on his side however, he went around to Lucifer's side, knelt, and presented two objects.

"What are these?" Luce asked, eyebrow raised.

Dia set the jar aside and lifted the chain higher up to give his love a better look. Hooked to the chain was a small bottle of an unpleasant green liquid, reminding the man of algae over an oil spill.

"I need you to wear this for awhile."

Lucifer took the chain from the prince and gave it a small twirl, trying to discern what this liquid could be.

"I'm assuming this will help me with my child?"

"In a matter of speaking." Diavolo nodded before frowning. "It's...well, its made in preparation for the day you give birth. I'd like you to keep this on you and the day your child tries to...break free, so to speak, you drink it to calm them and give us just enough time to get your into surgery."

The prince raised a hand and laid it on his cheek.

"I...I don't want you to experience what you did with Satan."

Luce laid his hand on Dia's and closed his eyes.

This man...he truly was trying to think of everything. It was...still not easy to let someone else take care of him, but the thought he put into all this did warm the pregnant man's heart.

Luce lowered his hand and opened his eyes before slipping the chain around his neck.

Dia smiled before picking up the jar and unscrewing its top.

"Good. Now onto this." The prince slipped two fingers in the jar to collect some of the salve before massaging it on his love's sensitive belly. "This salve with help ease the redness and help your skin stretch easier the text time your child goes through a growth spurt."

The pride demon's face went red.

"I can do that myself..." He mumbled.

The prince paused his hand and looked up at him.

"I'd like to do this for you. Would you let me?"

The prince didn't want to force his care upon the man just to trigger another episode. He loved his Light far too much to risk such a thing.

Lucifer pursed his lips, but nodded to the other man.

Smiling, Dia continue to massage the salve into his love's big red belly. After a minute of this, the prince leaned forward and kissed the man's belly.

"D-Diavolo!!" Oh devil, was this pride demon embarrassed by that action.

The prince gave a small laugh at his love's flustered look.

"I can't help it..." The redhead's smile soften. "This is the closest I'll ever have to you carrying my child. And I'm happy."

Luce covered his face with one hand and looked away from the other man. His words were overwhelming him, but not in any bad way.

In truth, the prince was right. Since the complex emotions that created this child were started by him, the child will look just like him.

Children created through this method don't always look like the person who birthed them. More often than not, they take the appearance of the person who started such feelings in them.

That's why Satan has blonde hair and green eyes while Lucifer had both black hair and eyes; the pain and anger Lucifer carried at that time was caused by his Father therefore Satan was born with the same hair and eyes color as him.

The fact that this child will look like Diavolo...well, the former angel was just glad there was something good that will come from all of this. His child will not share any genetics with the prince, but will look so much like him that others would just assume that he is Diavolo's son.

And yes, son. With these types of pregnancies, the child almost always is the same gender as the birthing parent.

"Are you really, truly happy about this?" Lucifer lowered his hand and asked softly.

"My Light..." Dia took one of Luce's hand and laid it over his belly with his own hand over it as well. "I love you...and even if this circumstance is not ideal, this is still your child in there and I will love them all the same."

Once again, tears filled the pregnant man's eyes that he did not notice at first.

"Oh my Light..." Dia stood up and gently cupped the other man's face in his hands before kissing his forehead.

The tears fell down Luce's face as he reached up and slipped his hands in Dia's hair, leading the man down to him.

This escalated to Dia kneeling over Luce with his own hand's in the other man's hair as well.

Gradually, Lucifer found his hands sliding from the redhead's hair, down his chest and to his waistband.

Dia instantly broke the kiss.

"My Light...no." He said guiltily.

That was a major blow to the heart. The pride demon pushed the man off of him and rolled over (with some difficulty) to keep his back between the two of them.

This would have been far from their first time making love. Granted, it always caused Lucifer to feel so vulnerable in the past and was followed by a period him being standoffish to the other man, but this was different. Lucifer was opening himself up to the prince more just to be rejected in this way?

Not that the prince could see clearly, but this man's face was basically expressing somewhere between a scowl and a pout, making his hurt feelings more evident than he usually does.

"Lucifer, I just--"

"If I am that unattractive to you now then just go ahead and say it."

"My Light, no!" Dia clung to him, pulling the former angel close and hugging him tightly. "My love, you are still the most beautiful being I've set my eyes upon."

"I don't need you to lie to me--"

"Lucifer, your body is fragile right now." The prince explained to him. "I'm not going to risk you or your child just for my own pleasure."

The pride demon opened his mouth to argue with the other man, but instead a bright blush creapt across his face as he felt Dia's...'part' poke at him from behind.

This man...even like this, Diavolo was still attracted to him; he was only rejecting him for sake of him and his child. This man kept putting him first...and Lucifer kept thinking the worst of him.

Unlike earlier, the former angel let himself feel this, the guilt and the shame, instead of repressing it. It was hard and by devil it hurt, but his child needed him to feel this.

"...I'm sorry." The pride demon said softly.

Dia pressed a couple sweet kisses to his neck before picking the pregnant man up and straightening him out on the bed.

"It's okay, my Light, I understand." He murmured as he pulled the blankets over them both.

Lucifer laid his head on his love's chest and Dia laid a hand over his belly, giving it a gentle stroke.

The pregnant man just felt hurt and exhausted. All he wanted was to fall asleep in the prince's arms and let the day end already.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me dialuci

[itsmajel]

Majel Reads - January 2022

Marvel - Spidypool

[What is this?]

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A Spider in the Pool verse by Ajayd

Tale As Old As Time, Song As Old As Rhyme

Peter Parker gradually falls for Wade's dubious charms. They have a lot of hang ups and kinks to negotiate, but with sex this hot, Peter can't help wanting more. Erotica with significant plot and relationship development.

[Explicit] [78,800] [Read on AO3 here]

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

Spideypool navigate their relationship, their sex life, and the Avengers.

[Explicit] [35,690] [Read on AO3 here]

A Lover That Won't Blow My Cover

Horrifying events leave Peter and Wade traumatized and struggling to lean on each other. The Avengers try to help, but only Peter and Wade can really save themselves.

COMPLETE. NOT NECESSARY TO READ EARLIER INSTALLMENTS.

[Explicit] [69,638] [Read on AO3 here]

The Best One Is the Last One

After a messy breakup and months apart, Deadpool and Spideman get another chance at happiness. It might be meant to be, but even fate can use a little help from the Avengers.

COMPLETE AND POSTED. Not necessary to read earlier installments if you don't mind not knowing how everyone got so friendly.

[Explicit] [53,478] [Read on AO3 here]

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Freefall by Wilt

( @wiltkingart)

It's been a long time since Peter took off his mask in front of someone he loved, cracked a nervous smile and said, “This is me”. He swore to himself he'd never do it again, and he's been making a good run of it by spending more time as Spiderman than Peter Parker for the past few years. But for some reason, being Spiderman also means spending a lot of time around Deadpool. And, like clockwork, that same old turmoil comes creeping back again.

[Explicit] [37,557] [Read on AO3 here]

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Oral over Water by MsCaptainWinchester (rons_pigwidgeon) (@mscaptainwinchester)

Peter is on a flight to his first international conference and nervous as hell about it. When the hot, flirty guy next to him offers him a blow job as stress relief, he has a hard time saying no.

[Explicit] [4,272] [Read on AO3 here]

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Day 3: Serious Inquiries Only by MsCaptainWinchester (rons_pigwidgeon)

 I’m an out-of-work mercenary trying to make my way through this cruel world by any means necessary—any legal means, that is. Fun fact: prison is the worst. 0 out of 10 stars. Would not go back. Would not recommend to a friend.

To that end, I am offering my services as a strictly platonic companion for social functions, be it work holiday party, Christmas with the family, Hanukkah dinner with that uncle you hate, whatever. I am prepared to act as a serious significant other with an elaborate backstory of your choosing to ward off unwanted suitors, uncomfortable questions from your friends, torment judgmental relatives, or all of the above. Pricing dependent on the situation and the complexity of my backstory. Will work for food, Christmas cookies, or Spider-Man memorabilia.

Serious inquiries only.

[General Audiences] [2,403] [Read on AO3 here]

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He Was a Punk, Pete Did Tabletop Roleplay by MsCaptainWinchester (rons_pigwidgeon)

Peter should have known that he would be a pariah coming to the reunion three weeks out from being named seventh on the Forbes’ 30 Tech Up-and-Comers Under 30 list. Even Flash had tried to strike up a conversation in the buffet line, and he’d pushed Peter into a bush sophomore year of college. He's starting to regret coming, but then...

"Deadpool?"

[Explicit] [7,515] [Read on AO3 here]

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One Last Run by MsCaptainWinchester (rons_pigwidgeon)

Peter was almost in the clear. Just one more run and he would be able to live life on his own terms, taking care of May and doing whatever he wanted. He might even be the first omega from his territory to go to the college, only open to omegas for the last few years. He just had to make it through one final run.

[Explicit] [33,311] [Read on AO3 here]

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The Weight Of The Whole World At Your Fingertips by glyphsbowtie

One night, Deadpool sees Spider-Man's face and then kisses him, sparking something unbreakable between them.

Meanwhile, Peter Parker meets Wade Wilson on Tinder, unaware of the fact that he already knows Wade very intimately indeed.

[Explicit] [51,153] [Read on AO3 here]

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( All summaries are the official summaries of the author. Stats and infos as according to hosting site or information given by the author. If any of the authors that have been tagged don’t want to be tagged, or if any of you know the tumblr names of the ones I haven’t tagged please let me know!)

Looking for more reading inspiration? Check out my fic rec tag here on tumblr, this month reading list masterpost for what I’ve read in other fandoms this month, my all-time reading list masterpost for more of this fandom or just check out my AO3 bookmarks.

#fic rec #rec list #spidypool #deadpool #spiderman #marvel #mcu #reading list #january #2022 #peter parker/wade wilson #majel reads

[yaffles-world]

Summary: Serizawa gets added to the awesome power couple, Reigen and Ren

Word count: 1.8k (huh how?)

A/N: first off Reigen is genderfluid it's canon. Second off, Serizawa is not transohobic lol Reigen felt masculine in the 2nd chunk of story. Third, written as an S/I self shipping thing, but can be read as whatever.

The confession

Ren's perspective

I snuggled into Reigen's back, wrapping my arms around her waist, as I buried my face into her neck. She smelt fresh from the shower we took before bed, the tips of her hair still damp. 

"You like Serizawa, don't you?" Reigen mumbled, already half asleep. 

"Huh?" I pulled my head back, and stared at the back of her neck, confused. Reigen turned to face me. "Of course I like Serizawa, he's great." 

Reigen blinked slowly, her dark eyes staring at me, though it was hard to see her expression in the dark room. She laughed and punched my arm lightly. "No, I mean, do you like him, do you think he's cute? Do you want to date him?" 

Red creeped up on my cheeks and I was very grateful for the dark room, as I stammered awkwardly for a response. "No, uh, no, no! What are you talking about? I like you!"

"That's not what I asked," Reigen lay her head back down onto the pillow staring at the ceiling, as I continued to sit up, staring at her. "I know you like me. Do you also like him?" 

My brain had entirely shut down, as it went into overdrive on how to resolve this situation. Damn you, Reigen, I bet you intentionally decided to ask this right before sleeping to get a more honest answer. But I wasn't prepared to be honest. I had developed feelings for Serizawa Katsuya very early on after meeting him. But I was also attracted to, and loved, Reigen. So I pushed it all down. So, after a lot of stammering, I managed to push it down again. "No. I don't."

"Ah, don't give me that, Ren. You can't hide your emotions at all. I've seen the way you look at him." After letting me sit in that revelation for a few minutes, she finally spoke again. "I like him too, by the way. I'm not just torturing you. So, am I really wrong?" 

I sighed dramatically, falling back onto the bed and onto Reigen's chest. "Fine. God damn it. You're right." She brushed my hair idly with her fingers, as the ceiling fan continued to spin above us. 

"What the hell are we going to do?" 

"I have no idea," I replied, "I think if he finds out two people like him, he's going to combust. Plus, we don't want to pressure him… since you're his boss, and we're both his main close friends."

"He's also a grown man. He's doing very well, and he's capable of making his own decisions," Reigen added, and I nodded. 

"How about we write a letter?" 

"A letter?" Reigen laughed, "that's not very romantic." 

"Well, with Seri, the least romantic, most subtle option is probably best… Plus, you asked me out by basically being like 'Sup, let's go see a terrible horror movie.'"

Reigen sat up, mouth open in horror. "First of all, I did not say 'sup'. Second of all, it was a GOOD MOVIE!" 

"It was just one of a long list of terrible horror movies," I sighed, dramatically, as Reigen rolled her eyes. 

"Right… Fine, a letter actually sounds like a good idea. So he can process it and hear everything at once… then if he's uncomfortable, he can just ignore it and we can move on. No pressure."

"Also, you realize there's a chance he may only like one of us," I said, "would you be okay with that?"

"Yeah, as long as I still get to be with you," Reigen squeezes me tightly. "The pros outweigh the cons. We'll write up the letter in the morning, and I can give it to him as he's leaving the office tomorrow afternoon." 

Serizawa's Perspective 

I got up from my desk, pushing the chair back under the desk, as it was time to finish off for the day. "Goodnight, Reigen," I waved, and he looked up at me and smiled, causing my chest to tighten as I felt my cheeks burn red. Get a hold of yourself, he's your boss.

Suddenly, Reigen's expression dropped, as he got up, rummaging through his desk. "Ah, hold on, Serizawa, I need to give you something." 

I stood for a moment, perplexed, before slowly stepping back inside, the door clicking shut behind me. Reigen walked up, an envelope held tightly in his hands. He was much sweatier than usual. "Uh, here." He handed me the letter, his hand slightly shaking. 

I took the letter and went to open it. "Ah, no, open it at home, please," Reigen said, eyes transfixed on the ground. "It's from me and Ren. It's nothing bad, I promise. Or I hope it's nothing bad. If you want to ignore it, that's fine too. I promise this won't change anything."

"Boss, are you okay?" 

Reigen finally lifted his head, and smiled a bright smile. He waved his hand dismissively, but he was still shaking. "Yes, yes of course, I'm fine." 

We stood there awkwardly for a moment. The sound of rain beating against the roof the only noise. 

"Alright," Reigen patted my shoulder, jerkily, "go on home. Have a great weekend." 

My hand hesitated on the door knob. "Okay… see you later, boss." 

I pocketed the letter until I stepped in the door of my apartment. After taking off my coat and shoes, I sat down and pulled out the envelope. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest, as I thumbed the front of the envelope. I fell back onto the couch, sinking into it, wishing it would swallow me whole. I was going to be fired. I was going to get fired and they didn't even trust that I would be safe to be around in person when I heard it. I should have never left the house. Tears stung at my eyes. I held my head in my hands, and took a deep breath. The only way forward was reading it. No matter what it said. I shakily tore open the envelope, and pulled out the simple handwritten letter. Ren's handwriting. Certainly the right call. 

I read. "Serizawa, this may seem a bit odd to you. But we both think you're great. So we decided to co-author this letter, to ask you on a date." I heard a loud crash, as the glass cabinet doors shattered. Shit. What? My eyes had already filled with tears, so I wiped them, and read it again. And again. And again. I tried to take it all in, but everything was moving so fast, all I could retain and comprehend were glimpses. "We think you're very cute… we totally understand if you don't feel the same way, or only like one of us… feel free to ignore this letter, everything will be okay… if you feel the same for one or both of us, meet us at the park outside the office tomorrow night at 7pm…"

I could not believe it. I will not be sleeping at all tonight. 

Reigen's perspective

"It's almost 7, he's not here yet. Did we scare him off?" I turned to Ren, anxiously. My nerves had been entirely frayed. Why did I choose such a late time in the day to meet? All charisma had been worn off from the stress. "I'm an anxious husk of my former self, Ren." 

"You're fine," Ren assured me, rubbing my shoulder, "God, you're freezing. You know, he may be a while even if he does show up. You didn't need to dress in such cold clothes." 

Maybe. The skirt was short, and the tights weren't helping as much as I thought they would. "I… If he does show up, I want to look good for him. If only it wasn't a feminine day… I would have been much warmer in a suit." 

"Yeah, you would have been. Here, have my jacket," Ren said, shuffling their jacket off and putting it over my shoulders. 

"Thanks…" I mumbled, feeling foolish but grateful. 

"You're welcome. You look really pretty, by the way."

I grabbed Ren's hand as they went to ruffle my hair. "Thank you, but don't you dare touch my hair. I spent so long making it look extra nice."

Ren pouted. "Aww, pretty Princess dressing up for her Prince?"

My cheeks burned. "Yeah, and now the Prince hasn't shown up, the only one that sees it is you. Lame."

"First off, ouch, second, give him a minute." 

As if on cue, Serizawa walked up the path. He was wearing a long coat and a scarf I hadn't seen before. His hair was tousled and messy from the wind. "Holy shit, Ren, he came!" I whispered.

Ren laughed. "Yes, I can see that," they whispered back. "Hey, big guy, you came!" 

Serizawa blushed. "You, um, you look lovely, Ren. And Reigen," he blushed even more, "you, um, look very pretty." 

I swear I felt my heart stop. I don't understand how I was still standing. I felt Ren's hand on my back, stabilizing me. How were they still standing?

"So… what are your thoughts, Seri? There are no wrong answers." 

Serizawa moved his hands from behind his back, revealing two roses. He held out his hands, shaking slightly. "Sorry if this is too corny, I saw it on TV. I really like you. Both of you."

I almost fell back onto the ground, but Ren caught me. I reached out and grabbed the rose, as did Ren. 

"Y-you do?" I stammered.

"Yes, I do, your the kindest people I have ever met, you make me so unbelievably happy, you make me a better person, you even WROTE your feelings in a letter and gave me so much time when that must have been so stressful, your so lovely, and your both so hot, and I'm not entirely convinced this isn't a prank but I trust you. I like you. So much. I want to be with you." 

I walked up to him, giving him a big hug, as did Ren. "Oh, I'm so happy… You have no idea…" 

"Me too." 

"Me three." 

We laughed, and Serizawa squeezed us in tighter. 

"Uh, Seri? You're making my tie fly away…"

"And my skirt!" I cried out, desperately pushing it back down.

"Ah! I'm so sorry!" Serizawa exclaimed, helping Ren with their tie. "I sometimes can't control it, when I get really excited…"

"It's okay," I assured him, patting his shoulder, "at least buy me dinner first, though."

Serizawa laughed. "Sounds good. Are you guys free right now?"

"We sure are." 

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[yanderelovlies]

✨Galaxy Anon ✨ here!

Thanks viví. Since it’s already closed from now I am responding I will make a list so next time I have it all prepared and I can get my thoughts more clear on what I want. I’m so glad!

Please do. I’m in need of some right now.

Oh yeah sauce said it did. It was basically a hashtag called “ NotMyNick” I’m not kidding they said they did. Yeah but we gotta respect the decision since they were adamant about it and we gotta respect the sauce. There message is in there other account.

At least that’s good. I like those teachers since there so understanding.

We have issues lol.

Makes sense in that situation even though looking back yeah I see some instances I wish I had more guidance by. Yeah teachers talked about it in school but it’s not the same. Sorry you had to go though that, I just hope some parents now can make sure there child is safe. Yeah it does and it haunts you that something worse could have happened especially seeing cases like that on the news. Though I can’t say it’s all bad. I met some good people online and helped me out in tough times. True the more we can swim in.

Ooh I see, yeah life catches up like that. Wait what?! I get going to get the apartment since they planned it but moving a older brother into your place?! That could’ve been dangerous honestly! He wasn’t a bad person right? He didn’t take advantage right?! Yeah I can see that especially excluding you out of the group sorry that’s how it went. Yeah especially with people you love, I had friends who left or didn’t have any use to me anymore later on in life and it messed me up honestly. Sorry you had to go through that, panic attacks yeah aren’t fun not to mention it shouldn’t have happened in the first place. It’s messed up, you deserve better vivi.

Thanks vivi. You make me feel my feelings are validated.

Oooooh, I can't wait to see that list!! I love your prompts.

That sounds horrible. God I'm so sorry Sauce I hope they are okay.

Me too I wish my current teacher is like that. She is giving me major anxiety rn. We have a final draft tomorrow, but we never did a rough draft nor did she grade our outline. I don't write a paper on a bad outline

Lol I feel like it's fine 💕

Honestly that's why I piss off my siblings because I watch their internet history and what they are doing. I don't want anything to happen to them you know??

I wasn't part of it, but I won't lie when I visited he did make me uncomfortable. His eyes were always following me, and he always flirted with me and the other friend. I don't see him anymore thank goodness. I'm sorry you had to go through it too galaxy! I think your fantastic friend and I'm happy I get to call you my friend 💕

Good! You deserve it 💕💕

#vivi talks #galaxy anon

[superrunawaybanana]

How to stop loving someone when they do not feel the same

Acknowledge your feelings

Before acting, acknowledge and accept how you feel about this individual. Ignoring or suppressing your feelings could be tempting, but studies show it can cause health challenges. Instead, allow yourself to feel what you're feeling, even if it's uncomfortable. As you feel, focus on labeling and understanding your emotions. When you label your emotions, you might feel more in control of them, knowing they are a part of you that you can connect to and fully comprehend. 

Note that accepting your feelings doesn't necessarily mean acting on them. Behavior and emotions are separate, so continuously making romantic advances on someone due to your feelings when they do not feel the same can be unhealthy. It can be possible to feel your feelings without acting on your emotion-based behavioral urges.

Practice radical acceptance 

Radical acceptance is a dialectical behavior therapy (DBT) skill that focuses on accepting what you cannot change. Although it might feel like this individual's feelings might change in the future, try to focus on the present and the messages they are giving you now. Then, complete the radical acceptance steps as follows: 

Observe how you might be questioning or fighting your reality.

Remind yourself that your reality cannot be changed in this situation.

Try to note any causes for the reality. Acknowledge how many people do not have control over who they fall in love with, but you can control how you proceed.

Practice acceptance with your mind, body, and spirit. Use positive self-talk to tell yourself you are willing to accept this situation, even if it is difficult.

List all the behaviors you'd partake in if you already accepted this situation. Then act this way until you find it aligns with your reality.

Cope ahead by thinking of ways to accept the situation if it worsens.

Attend to your body sensations using mindfulness or meditation to connect with yourself.

Allow disappointment, sadness, grief, or anger to arise if they do. Note them and do not act on them. Give them the space to exist.

Acknowledge that life can be worth living, even when there is pain.

Create a pros and cons list if you are resisting acceptance. 

Focus on self-care

Self-care may be a crucial aspect of healing after heartbreak. Taking care of your physical, emotional, and mental well-being may distract you from thoughts about the person you love. Engage in activities that bring you joy and relaxation, such as exercise, spending time with friends and family, reading, or taking up a new hobby. 

In addition, get enough sleep (seven to nine hours per night if you're an adult) and eat well to keep your body and mind healthy. As you care for your body, you might notice yourself gaining self-compassion and resiliency, which could support you in moving on from another person. 

Let go of any fantasies

When you love someone who does not love you back, you might imagine what the relationship could have been. You might dream of future events or think about the person throughout your day. When fantasizing, bring yourself back to the present through a coping mechanism like mindfulness or radical acceptance. Accepting that your reality is not changing may make you feel more prepared to move forward. 

Distance yourself

It could be difficult to stop loving someone when constantly reminded of them. To support your healing process, consider distancing yourself from this individual. You might choose to unfollow them on social media, avoid places you used to go with them or limit contact with them as much as possible. Distancing yourself from the person could also help you focus on yourself and begin healing.

Find a new focus

Finding a new focus could help you move on from unrequited love. You might decide to pursue a new hobby, start a new project, or volunteer for a cause you care about

Having a meaningful distraction to focus on might help you redirect your energy and emotions away from the person you love. In addition, if you enjoy the activity, you might gain a sense of purpose and fulfillment to feel more positive about your time alone. You might also meet new people you'd be interested in romantically. 

Practice gratitude

Practicing gratitude might be another effective way to stop loving someone who does not love you. Focusing on the areas of your life you are grateful for could help you shift your perspective and feel better about your situation. Practicing gratitude might look like keeping a gratitude journal, complimenting those you love, reminding yourself of your successes, or being grateful for being human and having the capacity to love. 

Give yourself time

It could be essential to give yourself time to heal. Everyone's journey can differ, so be patient and kind to yourself as you pass this process. If you need time to grieve the individual, let yourself cry, process, and heal. Over time, you may notice that allowing yourself to feel and being patient allowed you to move on.

Seek support

If you feel lonely or isolated in your experience of unrequited love, you might benefit from speaking to a professional. Therapists are trained to offer compassionate support, empathy, and guidance in many situations. In addition, if you don't feel comfortable meeting a therapist in person, many online platforms, like BetterHelp, offer hundreds of modalities and specialties you can try through a smart device. 

The breakup of a romantic relationship could pose a significant psychological and psychiatric challenge for individuals. If you're experiencing these symptoms, online therapy could be effective. A recent review of 17 studies found that online therapy was more effective than in-person counseling in treating depression. Depression is often connected to grief and mourning, so online therapy might offer relief if you think you may be living with this mental illness.  

If you're noticing racing thoughts at night or don't know where to turn, you may be able to send a message to your therapist and receive a quick response. Online platforms also offer the option of having extra appointments for an extra cost, which might be beneficial if you need more than one session a week while you cope with these feelings. 

Takeaway

It can be normal to feel grief, sadness, and pain after the end of a romantic relationship or when experiencing unrequited love. Taking care of yourself during this time with self-love, patience, and kindness could be essential. However, therapy with a compassionate provider could also be beneficial if you have challenges doing so.  

With healthy and research-backed coping strategies, moving forward and improving your mood may be possible. Try to focus on what brings joy into your life and try to accept that there are many positive aspects of life, even when feeling emotional pain.