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lqveharrington · 18 days

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If Only | L.M.

summary: You and Lucifer were bond through the soulmate system, but how could you be soulmates when he had Lilith?

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x fallen seraphim!reader

includes: kinda soulmate au? fluff, angst, mentions of death, lucifer feeling like a bad parent (that’s pretty much it, let me know if i missed any!)

a/n: i wrote this at night the other day. toward the very end i was very proud of what i wrote 😭🙏 time for my requests i’ve gotten !!!

Ever since Lilith left Lucifer seven years ago, he never expected to meet another who made his heart soar. He fell into a deep state of depression and only started to get out more when Charlie invited him to stay at the hotel after the latest extermination. He got his own royal suite and joined in on Charlie’s lessons, but it still wasn’t enough to keep up with his daughter’s upbeat attitude every day.

It wasn’t enough to help pull him out of his depression until you came along to the hotel.

The moment you stepped into the hotel and greeted Charlie with the same enthusiasm made him smile. It was just another plus that you were a fallen angel, more so a fallen seraphim. And he swore that when you first met his gaze for that split second your eyes glowed pink as he felt his eyes do the same. He thought that would never happen again, but here he stood with an adoring face while you spoke to his daughter like you’ve known her since she was a child.

Soon enough, you and Lucifer were introduced to one another properly, the pink glow in both your eyes returning.

“It’s nice to meet the head man himself.” You grin as he kisses the back of your hand. “And such a gentleman as well.”

“What can I say? I’m quite the ladies' man.” He winked as he saw you burn bright.

As months passed since your first official interaction, you and Lucifer grew closer, bonding on your similar and different experiences. Whether you bonded over one of Charlie’s redemption activities or relaxed in his suite, you both found contentment in each other, letting each other enjoy the company.

“You know, I’m not going to relax when you keep tugging my book away.” You grab his wrist as he reaches for the book for the nth time in thirty minutes. “I’m going to leave your room.”

“Please don’t.” He tugged you closer to his side, head resting on your shoulder. “I don’t want to move from this spot again.”

You tilt your head toward him, eyes glowing a faint pink. “Then let me read.” You let a small smile slip through when he grumbled an incoherent sentence.

Lucifer’s eyes softened when you returned to read your book, watching your eyes scan the words in front of you. His mind and heart racing a million miles per hour whenever you were around. He couldn’t decide what was right. Was his heart telling him to move on? Or was it just aching to be affectionate with another?

The signs were pointing in different ways, but surely the answer was right in front of him. He just had to understand what it was before the magic between you two would fully disappear.

“Staring is highly distracting, Luce.” Your eyes flit up to meet him again. “I can’t focus.”

“You must really like me then.” He gave you a cocky grin

You roll your eyes, shutting the book. “You’ve ruined the book for me. I’m never going to finish that book now.”

“That book wasn’t good anyways.” He brought the comforter up and over the both of you. He locked his arms around your waist, pulling your back to his front. You felt yourself loosen up by his touch, letting out a small breath of exhaustion. “I’m spent after all the bonding activities today, beautiful. I think we can skip our kitchen run tonight and just go to bed.”

“Were you really waiting for me to finish reading so we could sleep?” You murmur as you feel him nod. You let out a small laugh, “Wow, I would have never stooped so low.”

Lucifer shushed you, “I’m sleeping, good night.”

A soft smile takes over your burning face, turning in his arms to face him. “Good night, Luce.”

He didn’t say anything else but quietly played with your hair, listening to your steady breathing as sleep consumed you. Lucifer always made sure you fell asleep first, wanting you to get a good night's sleep before he did. Yet, he didn’t exactly know when you both went from friends to whatever this was, but he wasn’t complaining if he got to see you sleep in his arms every once in a while.

And it wasn’t like Lucifer was the only one to notice your unusual relationship with one another. You noticed it as well. From the soft touches to the sleepovers at his suite, you knew it was more than just a simple friendship. But what could you do when he still wore his wedding ring?

“What’s happening?” You lay your legs across Lucifer’s lap, taking a glance at the news channel cast upon his suite’s television.

Lucifer rubbed your calf, golden ring a cold contrast to his warm fingers. “They’re interviewing Charlie for her hotel. They know how the extermination happened this year, so I’m hoping the questions are more targeted toward how her hotel will work than how it was fighting angels.”

You frown at the feel of his ring, even more so when he mentions the death of angels. “What happened the last time they interviewed her?”

He scoffed, “They were so rude to her. I mean, I understand we’re in Hell, but she’s their fucking princess. They only brought down her ideas, not asking enough about how she intends to accomplish redemption. I wish I could have done something back then, you know? Show them why I’m the King of Hell.”

You reach across to link a hand with his, giving him a small smile when he meets your glowing pink eyes that match his pair. “Luce, you’re a wonderful parent. I know you want to protect your daughter, but it’s in the past. She knows you love her and look at you two now! You’re supporting her dreams and whatever lies in store for them.”

“Thank you…” He felt the golden ring become heavy on his finger, an uncomfortable weight that was never there appearing. “You’re not half bad of a parent yourself.”

“What?” You let out a confused laugh, thumbing his hand. “I’m not anyone’s parent.”

“Yeah, but—“ He gestured toward the television where they switched the camera toward Charlie before switching to a quick commercial break. “—You've been more of a mother to Charlie than her biological mother in one year. The second you stepped into this hotel, she lit up around you.” His downturned smile grew bigger when you tilted your head. “Charlie may be a very trusting person, but she knows when someone is going to support her with anything she accomplishes. You were one of those people.”

You feel yourself warm at the small confrontation, “I’m sure she thinks of me as any other resident at the hotel, Luce. Don’t boost my ego, you have enough for the both of us.”

“Hey now.” He squeezed your leg. “I’m being nice, and you’re just hurling insults at my face.”

“Me? Never.”

He continued to rub a small pattern, thoughts running back and forth before turning back to you. “I’m serious though. She really loves you… Almost as much as I do.”

Your eyes widened, meeting his eyes that were now glowing a much brighter pink than usual. “You… I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I admire you a lot, beautiful.” He confessed, confidence boosting his voice. “Ever since I laid my eyes on you, and not just because of your looks. You handled Charlie better than I did in the last seven years, and I couldn’t ask for a better person to let her be herself when I’m not around.”

Your eyes glowed brighter at his words, squeezing his hand. “Lucifer, I admire you as much as you love Charlie, but it’s a matter of soulmates versus those of the past.” You gesture toward his ring, pursing your lips at the sight. “Are you sure you’re truly ready to move on? From the entire time I’ve known you, you’ve never taken that ring off.”

“I’m sure.” He let his hand holding yours drift up to cradle your cheek, snapping his finger to get rid of the ring and away in his back drawer. “She’s left me for almost a whole decade, I think I have the permission to move on.”

You melt into his hand, pressing a soft kiss to his palm. “If it’s what you really want, Luce.”

“It is.” He left a small kiss at your temple. “Because I know you’ll still be with me when all of Hell falls apart and all my magic is gone.”

“You’re so cheesy.” You lean back on the couch, letting your head rest on his shoulder. “Will you officially be mine, Lucifer Morningstar?”

“Always, beautiful.” He kept your hands linked as he pressed a promise kiss to your ring finger. “Always.”

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istadris · 15 days

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Been a while since I offered a Bowuigi AU idea! Buckle up, this one is going to be rough 😈

It all starts with a typical, run of the mill battle of the Bros against another villain on the outskirts of the Mushroom Kingdom. For once Bowser is on their side. Well, sort of, he wants the same thing as the villain and won't take no for an answer. All in all, your usual boss battle.

Until it's not.

Something goes wrong wrong wrong, the villain triggers something, a huge explosion is about to happen, Mario grabs Luigi's hand and flings him away to safety right before everything goes KABOOM!!

All goes dark for Mario.

When he wakes up, he's stuck under rubble and it takes him hours to get out. Outside, everything is...different. The battlefield was barren and scorched when he last left, now it's lush and green in the bright sun. There is no one around.

Whatever, Mario thinks, the priority is to make it back to the MK castle. But it's easier said than done; the bridge he wanted to take is broken, the usual warp pipes don't work...

He comes across some Shy Guys at some point and instead of attacking him, they shriek and run. Mario follows them, and that leads him to one of Bowser's floating fortresses. On Mushroom Kingdom territory.

More and more worried about Peach or Luigi being prisonners,Mario manages to sneak inside and starts looking for his friends.

That's when he comes across Bowser.

Who looks a lot rougher than the last time he saw him. But what's surprising is how flabbergasted Bowser looks at his sight, before turning absolutely furious and charging, attacking Mario with a rage and desperation he's rarely witnessed, roaring "LEAVE US ALONE !!!".

Mario fights, and although he's not in top shape, manages to land some big blows on Bowser, and even gets him into a position where he can jump on him and deal a serious attack as Bowser is laying on the ground.

But right before his foot can connect, a blast of lightning intercepts Mario and sends him flying.

"Get away from my husband, bastardo!!!"

That voice...Mario looks up, and, standing defensively in front of Bowser, fists cracking with lightning...

"Luigi??"

"...Mario ??"

Bowser gets back up and immediately scoops up Luigi:

"You know it's not him! You know it's happened before! Stop falling for the tricks of that...thing !"

And before Mario can react, Koopa Troopas pile on him and manage to overcome him.

Once he's locked away and everyone has calmed down, he progressively learns the following facts:

It's been years since the battle.

He's been dead. Not missing : dead. His body, or what was left of it, was buried by Luigi and Peach in the aftermath of the battle.

Everyone in the Mushroom kingdom was heartbroken, of course, especially Luigi and Peach, but Bowser was more affected than everyone expected by his archnemesis' death. To the point he fell into a deep depression and started neglecting his kingdom.

King Boo saw an opportunity and turned on him, attacking the Darklands and capturing Bowser and his family. Luigi, initially looking for missing Toads, accidentally came to Bowser's rescue.

That was when the first impostor came along. Right after King Boo was defeated, something vaguely shaped like Mario with red eyes showed up and attacked them both. Bowser and Luigi, reacting on instinct, protected each other. Luigi was in a deep state of shock afterwards, to the point Bowser, himself deeply shaken, kept him and nursed him back to health.

Luigi stayed in the Darklands for some months after that. They started bonding. Luigi was angry at Bowser, of course, but he took being in their enemy's care as his punishment. He couldn't stay at the Mushroom castle, feeling guilty and ashamed whenever he was around Peach, and unable to talk about his brother with her. Bowser was the closest persn to Mario aside from Peach and himself, and they started having long discussions about his brother. Then it moved to other subjects. Then Bowser started showing a different side of him, one that gave Luigi the comfort he deeply needed. Then Junior grew attached to Luigi.

When they started dating, another Mario clone showed up. Still a poor imitation, but just a bit more similar to the original. They defeated him, but it burned away and they couldn't gather enough information to know where to look.

It showed up again. And again. Each time Luigi and Bowser grew closer, another Mario clone would show up out of nowhere to attack them. And each clone was closer to the original than the previous one.

The one who attacked when peace was signed before the Darklands and the MK had a normal human skin (instead of a dark metallic one).

The one who attacked when Luigi officially moved to the Darklands had blue eyes.

The one who attacked on their wedding day could speak.

Luigi was now scared of that new threat showing up. And yet he was sure this one wasn't just a clone, this was the real Mario! Somehow back from the dead!

...Right ?

That was what Mario learned.

But what he concludes is this : Bowser must be behind all this. He has magicians who dabbled in necromancy, he has cloning magic, he would be able to do this. Mario didn't understand why Bowser pretended to love Luigi instead of Peach, but he was convinced all of this relationship was some kind of ploy to get revenge on Mario and use Luigi. And Luigi had to be under some influence to love and trust Bowser. It had to be. It couldn't be otherwise!

....Right?

Is Bowser sincere in his sentiments for Luigi? Has he been using him since the beginning? Is Mario the real Mario or the most advanced version of these evil clones? Who is right? Who is wrong?

#super mario bros #bowuigi #miscellaneous mario madness #long post #Ista writes #taking the Bowserphobic Mario joke and running it through the angst grinder

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bluegalaxygirl · 7 months

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Am i crazy? (Zosan X reader) P3

Plot: Reader hasn't been sleeping or eating, they wont let anyone touch then and keeps having accidents. Everyone if worried or thinks they've gone crazy but the reality is so much worse.

Warning: Domestic abuse (Not by the hands of Zoro or Sanji), Bad language, violence, self harm, blood, mental damage, forced kissing and manipulation.

Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship, Reader is GN.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

A few days went by and you were getting worse, the cloths that once fit you nicely hanged lose on your body, your skin was pale, lips slightly blue and your hair was getting thin form it falling out. You spent most of your time locked in your room sitting in the chair in the corner, you slept there most times as well even when Sanji and Zoro asked you to come to bed. Some times the door was locked and no matter how many times they called your name you wouldn't open it. You had the only key to the door now the others going missing. You no longer joined them for food, you ate after everyone but no matter how much you ate you were always skinny and weak. Zoro tried talking to you but you never answered him, you had a strange aura around you all the time and it made him sick. He didn't know what it was but put it down to you being depressed. Sanji tried making your favorite foods and sitting outside your shared bedroom talking to you through the door. You never answered, but he would hear movement inside and sometimes the door would be kicked.

Chopper was stressed out all the time trying to help you, he even got in contact with Law for help and as much as the reindeer didn't want to believe it, Law said some things that made sense, so he had to try it out, he had made you take sleeping pills in front of him but you never slept, so he did something he never thought he would do. He asked Sanji to make you some tea and then slipped a sleeping pill into the liquid, he watched you drink it and half an hour later you were asleep. It confirmed what Law had been telling him and it made him sad to the point where he went crying to Robin who was in the kitchen drinking tea. He felt like he failed as a doctor no matter how much Robin told him he was amazing. He finally calmed down when Sanji made him some tea and sat down with him, Zoro joined them later and the doctor couldn't help but cry into the mans chest apologizing over and over again. "Hay calm down... what are you sorry for?" Zoro sits down holding Chopper close as he finally starts to calm down again "I did something i shouldn't have, it's against everything i stand for but, i'm so tired and Law was right" Robin leans over the table and rubs the reindeer's back "It's ok just tell us, and we can fix it" her voice is soothing and calm as she talks making the doctor look back at Robin and Sanji.

"W-when you made the tea.. i put a sleeping pill in it and gave it to Y/N" he stutters a little through shaky breath "I asked them to take pills in front of me, but they never fell asleep.. Law said that-that they might be throwing it up so i had to see if he was right" Chopper sniffles rubbing his nose "And he was... their asleep which m-means he's r-right and if their doing it with the pills t-then" he stops himself and goes back to hugging Zoro who's teeth are clenched as he holds the doctor close. Sanji places his head in his hands realizing that even though you've been eating your most likely throwing it back up later, it angers him not because of the waist of food but because your starving yourself, it's no longer that you can't eat it's that you won't. "Do you think their trying to kill themselves?" Robin asks, it's a tough question to ask, but she knows it needs to be said. Zoro looks at her with a wide eye, he never thought you could do something like that, Sanji can't help but bit his tongue, he wants to yell at robin for asking, but he knows deep down she's in the right to ask. Chopper lifts his head form Zoro's chest and shrugs "I don't know... i have asked them about it, but they never answer"

Nami's heart broke at the conversation she was hearing, she had just finished her map and went to get a cup of tea when she heard them talking, she couldn't move from behind the door or get up the courage to walk into the kitchen. The hand on the door nob slipped off and down to her side, her eyes fixed on the wooden door in front of her. She had been avoiding you since she yelled at you but she didn't think you would consider hurting yourself. Her heart hurt for you, you were always so lively and kind but now you just look dead inside. She clenched her hands by her side and walked off to her room, she needed to get to the bottom of this no matter what. She wasn't about to let her friend suffer anymore.

Your back hurt like crazy, after drinking that tea you fell asleep and your ex woke you up every time you dozed off, he got angrier and angrier with you, his fingers digging into you back harder and harder each time. You were on the deck at the time trying to get some fresh air form the now stuffy bedroom, but he made you go back, you curled up in the chair near the door trying to stay awake. He hit you every time you fell asleep but you couldn't help it, you were just so tired. He used up most of his energy dealing with you his devil fruit powers needed time to recharge or something, so he left you locking the door to your bedroom behind you and going off somewhere secret to rest. You asked him why once, why didn't he just sleep in the bedroom, but he said he didn't trust you, you could try and kill him in his sleep. It was strange that he feared you a little but you were glad to have some alone time, away form his torture. Whatever was in that tea had warn off by now, you were tired but you knew that if he found you asleep again you'd be in a lot of trouble so you just sat there staring at the wall across form you.

The door handle moved a bit and a clicking sound made you look over at the door, when it opened you didn't expect to see anyone but your invisible ex. Your eyes widen when Nami walks in closing the door behind her, lock pick tools in hand and walking over to you. She seemed upset but you ignored it getting out of your chair and grabbing her arms, the sudden contact made the woman step back a little unsure of what you were doing "You need to go, you can't be here" you panicked, the door was open and there was no way of locking it now, he could be coming back any minute, and he'll surly kill your best friend if he sees her in here. You tried pushing her towards the door, but she was much stronger than you easily managing to stay put. "What? no i'm here to talk. Stop pushing me" Nami looks at you confused, she can see the fear in your face. "No you need to go" you whisper trying not to make too much noise. "Im not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on" she whispers back trying to get you to talk "Nami please... your making a big mistake, you need to" you stop yourself listening out for a moment before you start shaking "he's coming you need to hide" you whisper as she looks at you confused, it's too late for her to walk out, he'll see her so you gather all your strength and shoving her into the nearby wardrobe.

Nami goes to speak but you place your hand over her mouth "Please... just say quiet, i don't want him to hurt you" you whisper taking the lock pick tools form her hand and closing the wardrobe door before sitting back in your seat as the door opens. Nami decided to stay quiet as she hears the door open and slam shut, leaning over slightly she manages to see through the crack in the middle of the two doors, there's no one there but suddenly your thrown out of the chair and into the end of the bed hitting your back against it. You pant and cover your head the lock pick tools falling out your hands as you hit the bed frame. "Why was the door unlocked" your ex yells still invisible and picking up the lock picks from the floor "Where the hell did you get these from?" a hand grabs your hair and lifts your head up off the floor forcing you to sit up. "Im sorry... i just needed some fresh air" you lied, your fear covering up any hint that you weren't telling the truth. "Where did you get them from?" he yells into your face, you can feel his spit hit your cheek as he does "The side draw" you pant keeping your arms close to your chest. He groans and turns off his devil fruit powers showing himself before you, his face is red with anger and for a second you though maybe he was going to kill you.

He slams your head into the floor as your grab his hands trying to stop him. "Iv been so good to you. i let you sleep, i let you eat and this is how you repay me?" he growls letting go of your hair and standing up kicking you in the stomach as hard as he can. "Did you talk to anyone?" he asks watching you shake your head with tears in your eyes as you curl up into a ball trying to protect yourself. "This is taking too long and your getting on my nerves" he grits his teeth looking around the room before looking down at you "I think its time we up the anti. they won't let you go so were gonna make them let you go." he leans back down to you and pulls your face up to look at him, your tear stained face makes his smile, you want him dead so badly at this point but your not strong enough, he made you weak so you couldn't fight back. "Im going to be nice and give you a choice. You either kill someone on the crew .. let's say that doctor fellow.. or you" he sighs pulling out a pocket knife from behind him and opening it waving it in front of your face "You hurt yourself bad enough to where they have to let you go" he smiles knowing what your going to choose.

Your quick to answer even with a shaky voice "Me.. I'll do it" you go to take the knife only for him to pull it away from you "Smart birdy but... you won't do a good enough job" He stands up grabbing your bruised ankle and dragging you away from the bed, you struggle a little scared that he is going to kill you as he stabs the knife into your calf. You scream out in pain yelling at him to stop when Nami jumps out of the wardrobe staff in hand and hit your ex away from you as hard as she can. "Y/N" she yells helping you up as your ex recovers form being hit into the wall. Opening the door she drops your onto the floor, grabs the lock picks he dropped and slams the door closed using the lock picks to lock the door as he runs at it yelling at the two of you. "Nami?" you ask shaking from the pain in your leg as tears fall down your face, the knife still stuck in your leg. Nami shoves the lock picks into the key hole before kicking them getting them lodged so that he can't unlock the door with his key. "I'm sorry. i'm so sorry" Nami cry's leaning down next to you and bringing you in for a hug. "I should have acted sooner i'm so sorry" she cry's into your shoulder as you hold her back. The door is kicked and punched by your ex as he screams names at you and Nami.

Hearing all the noise from the kitchen Robin, Chopper, Sanji and Zoro run out heading to the sound of the noise only to see you bleeding on the ground with Nami holding you. "Y/n" Chopper yells running over to check on you seeing the knife in your leg and the cut on your forehead before hearing a male yell form inside your room. "What the hell?" Zoro runs over with Sanji and Robin looking at the door then to you "Don't open it" Nami yells at them trying to help you stand up but your too much of a mess to move. So much is going through your mind, you could hardly speak as you cried and clung onto Nami for deal life. "Your safe now... he can't hurt you" Nami whispers as Zoro bends down next to you carefully putting a hand on your back, you don't flinch this time, it doesn't hurt when he touches you so you lean closer, your head on his chest as he picks you up one arm around your back and the other under your legs while trying to be careful of the knife. "I'll keep an eye on the door" Robin smiles leaning against the wall nodding at them to leave.

#one piece #polly relationship #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro #sanji x reader #sanji x zoro #zosan #zoro x sanji #zosan x reader #halloween #zoro roronoa #zoro x sanji x reader #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji

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kaminokatieemoved · 1 year

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Hi Hi! How are you?

I read the Sal fic you wrote and I loved your writing. :)

So, here I am to ask for some angst with Sal x F!Reader, where she is Larry's younger sister (two years younger than him), and after his death, she starts drinking and smoking, because she's never done these things before, so when Sal realizes what's been going on, he tries to comfort her. Oh, and while she's drunk at the moment, she ends up confessing that she likes Sal.

Help || Sal Fisher

Synopsis - The gang is worried about you after the death of your brother Larry. Your best friend Ash asks Sal to go to your apartment and help you. When he arrives, he finds you drunk and a confession ensues.

Warnings - SFW. Swearing. Alcohol Consumption. Smoking (Cigarettes). Mentions Of Drug Use. Depression. Mentions Of Suicide. Slight Angst. Low Self-Esteem.

Fancy Buying Me A Coffee?

The call came that night from Sal. You answered, already panicked since your brother didn't show up for dinner with Henry and your mother. "Hello?" You asked as soon as you picked up your phone.

"Y/N," came Sal's voice from the other end. He sounded like he'd been crying.

"Sal? Is everything okay?" You asked, heart dropping into your stomach at the sounds of sniffling coming from the other line.

"Larry's dead," was all he said. You were silent for a minute as you tried to compute what he had just blurted out. "Y/N?"

"What do you mean 'Larry's dead'?" You asked, panic evident in your voice.

"Come to the basement," Sal said before putting the phone down.

You rushed as fast as you could, bidding Henry and Lisa a quick goodbye before making your way down to the basement to meet Sal. When you arrived at the basement, Sal was nowhere to be found. So, you made your way outside to the treehouse you all frequently visited only to see him pacing up and down outside below the ladders. "Sal!" You called out, running over to him.

"Y/N," his voice came from behind his prosthetic. It broke as he said your name indicating that he had been, and still was, crying.

"Sal," you whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"Larry's dead," he sniffled, pointing to the treehouse. "He's dead Y/N! He killed himself!"

You didn't want to believe Sal. You wanted to believe that this was all just a sick, cruel joke that your brother had thought of but deep down in your heart you knew it wasn't. Sal continued pacing up and down outside the treehouse, your arm slipping off his shoulder as you stood staring up at the entrance in shock. Tears formed in your eyes, your brother couldn't be dead. You were on the phone to him not even an hour ago saying you were excited to spend some quality family time together. "Is he... Up there?" You asked, voice shaky.

Sal shook his head. "No, but look at these texts I got. I rushed over as soon as he sent them," Sal passed his phone to you and you scrolled through the texts Larry had sent to him. The tears fell from your eyes and your stomach turned.

Your brother really was dead.

After that day, your life had become more than miserable. You found solace in the bottom of bottles of alcohol and smoked in futile attempts to forget the pain you were feeling. You had isolated yourself from all of your friends, keeping yourself locked in your small apartment hardly ever seeing the light of day. Your best friend, Ash, had become really worried for you. After Larry's death, you had stopped taking care of yourself only brushing your teeth once every other day and showering when you needed to leave the apartment to get groceries once a month. "This is getting out of hand Y/N," Ash had said to you upon one of her daily check-ins with you.

"Did you even care about my brother?" You snapped, taking a swig from an almost empty bottle of whisky situated on your bedside table.

"Of course I did," Ash said sadly. "I loved your brother like he was my own brother but, he wouldn't want us to mourn like this."

"It doesn't matter what he would want, does it? He's dead."

Ash had left your apartment feeling so defeated. She knew you cared for Sal, loved him even, and would value his opinion more than anything she could ever say. So in an attempt to help you, Ash shot Sal a text asking him to go over to your apartment to speak to you. If anybody could help you, it would be him. As soon as Sal received the text from Ash he was quick to put on his prosthetic and his shoes and leave his home to head to yours. Sal had been worried sick about you over the last few months after all he cared for you more than he had ever cared for anybody. To see you hurting, to see you drinking and smoking, killed him inside.

When Sal reached your apartment, he knocked on the door and waited for you to answer. He stood patiently waiting and heard a few bumps followed by an "ow" before the door flung open, revealing you with a fresh bottle of whisky in your hands. "Sal," you slurred, opening your arms and throwing them around him, enveloping the man into a bone shattering hug.

"Are you drunk?" He asked, pulling away from the hug and staring down at you from his prosthetic.

"It depends," you giggled. "Are you drunk?"

"No. You know I don't drink Y/N," Sal said. He motioned his head to your apartment and sighed. "May I come in."

"Of course," you giggled again, stepping aside clumsily and allowing Sal to walk into your apartment.

You plopped down onto the sofa and took another drink of whisky before lighting up a cigarette. "You really shouldn't be smoking that in here," Sal said sternly as he watched you.

"Whyyyy?" You asked.

"Because this is an apartment complex," Sal explained. "You can't go lighting up cigarettes and blunts whenever you feel like it."

"You're boring," you said sillily, a pout on your lips. You looked at Sal as you took a drag from your cigarette. Despite his prosthetic you could feel the disappointment on his face. It shook you to your core. "Ash asked you to come didn't she?" You said after a few moments of silence. Sal nodded. "You wouldn't be here if she didn't. You don't care about me."

Sal's mouth hung open, his chin poking out the bottom of his prosthetic. He was shocked by what you had said. Sure, he wasn't the best at showing people but that didn't mean he didn't care. "I care about you Y/N," was all he could say in retaliation.

"No you don't," you sighed. "The only person who truly cared about me is dead."

"That's not true Y/N and you know it," Sal said. "This is just the alcohol talking."

"No it's not. This is how I really feel Sal," your eyes began to well up as you spoke and Sal felt his own eyes tear up. "Now that my brother's dead, why would you want to hang around with me? I'm useless!"

Sal placed a hand on your thigh and squeezed lightly. "You're not useless Y/N. You might be two years younger than me, but that doesn't mean I don't want to be around you."

"Then why haven't you been here?" You sniffled, wiping the tears away from your cheeks.

"You've been pushing everybody away Y/N. It's not healthy. We want to be there for you."

You stubbed your cigarette out in the ashtray that resided on your coffee table and took another sip of alcohol. The liquid burned your throat as it sipped down but, the burn felt good when you were feeling numb inside. You looked at Sal who sat on the sofa next to you and due to the drunken haziness of your vision, there were two of him. If it wasn't for his hand on your thigh, you wouldn't have known which one to look at as you spoke. "I-I'm sorry Sally," you hiccuped. "I never meant to push you away. Let alone you of all people." Sal tilted his head to the side and listened as you spoke to him. "I'm struggling. So much. Ever since Larry died, my life has felt empty. He was one of my best friends. I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would have to live my life without him by my side."

"I know," Sal muttered. He moved his hand from your thigh to cup your cheek, wiping away the tears that were now flooding down your face with his thumb. "I know what you're going through right now. After my mum passed away, I felt exactly the same."

You heart clenched. Sal had been through so much in his short time on earth and it pained you. You looked up at him, staring deep into his eyes. Maybe it was the alcohol giving you confidence, or maybe you were just crazy, but you never meant to blurt it out. "I love you Sally." Sal's eyes widened at your confession, but was quick to regain his composure. You loved him? As a friend or as something more? Thoughts were swirling around his mind but you continued to talk. "As soon as I laid eyes on you, I fell for you. And hard too. Larry used to tease me about it all the time," you let out a soft chuckle as you remembered fondly the time Larry had found out you had feelings for Sal. He had teased you so hard that your face went bright red and you locked yourself in your room for hours out of embarrassment.

"You do?" Sal asked, still in shock.

"Obviously," you slurred, taking another sip of whisky. Your face had heated up when you had realised you had just poured out your heart to someone you considered to be one of your best friends.

Sal placed his other hand on your other cheek so he was now cupping them both in either hand. He looked deep into your eyes and spoke slowly, "I love you too."

"You do?" You asked. Your heart was racing, beating so hard in your chest you swore Sal could hear the thumping of it against your ribcage through the silence.

"I always have," Sal admitted. "I never in a million years would have thought you'd look at me in the same way I look at you Y/N."

"Why wouldn't I?" You asked.

You were swaying from side-to-side, completely off your face drunk at this point. Sal wondered if you were telling the truth, and most importantly, if you'd remember any of this tomorrow when you woke up. Sal took a shaky breath. "Look at me. I wear a prosthetic. You haven't even seen my face, how could you love a monster like me?"

"You're not a monster Sal," you whispered. "You're the most kindest, most caring, most loving person I have ever met in my entire life."

"That means a lot coming from you," Sal smiled softly. "Now what do you say to going to sleep?"

"I don't know," you said. "I want to continue drinking."

"Please Y/N, please stop," Sal begged. "It's no good for you."

You thought for a moment before finally speaking. "I'll stop drinking if you promise me something?"

"Anything," Sal said breathlessly.

"Stay with me tonight?" You suggested, tearing up once more. "I don't want to be alone."

"I'll stay with you for as long as you need me," Sal smiled at you. You nodded and stood up, grabbing Sal's hand and leading him to your bedroom. You lay down over the sheets and within seconds you were snoring. Sal smiled to himself, watching as you slept peacefully. He really did love you and care for you more than anybody else on earth. He just hoped you remembered what you said in the morning, and that you could take things to the next level with your newfound relationship.

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toomanybandstocare · 2 years

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{With or Without You, U2}

Program: It's time to move on. Just about everyone else could easily go about their days, but it felt like there was nothing left. Until Steve Harrington decided to crash your pity party and push you back into reality.

Pairing: Platonic(ish)! Steve Harrington x GN, Platonic(ish)! Reader, Best friend! Eddie Munson x Heartbroken! Reader

Genre: Angst, Heartbreak, Learning to move on

Warnings: couple of swears, depictions of anxiety symptoms, mentions of depression, pet name (babe), heartbreak, trying to move on, slight jealousy, angst, unrequited love

Length: 1942w

Series Program | Camp Upside Down Masterlist

Counselor Notes: Thank you so much for the love on p.1 of this! I really wasn't expecting the reaction I received, and it meant the world as I'm coming back to creative writing. Much love to each ot you campers! <3

Your nose grazes across his cheek bone. His left hand squeezes your hip as his other presses against the small of your back, pulling you as close as he can. Your chest heaves to push any and all amount of oxygen through your burning lungs. The sound of blood washes over your ears, deafening anything the sweet boy tries to say. Gasps break past your chapped lips allowing salty tears to catch on the rips and cracks.

You couldn’t do this. The pain nearly broke you that night. But this? You teeter on the edge of shattering. Pieces of you to never be found again or never truly fitting comfortably again.

Panic dulls all your senses and weighs down on your bones.

“Come on, babe. I know you can hear me, Come back to me,” Steve quietly rasps against your ear, “Please”. He dances his fingertips from the small of your back, gently pressing on the tense point against your spine, and grazes them down your arm to take your hand in his own. Bringing it to his lips, Steve locks onto your welling eyes. As soft and fleeting as a butterfly, he presses small kisses onto the pads of each of your fingertips. He then presses a tender kiss that sends sparks through the palm of your hand.

“Breathe with me. Just breathe with me- I know you can do it,” he murmurs, moving your palm to rest against his cheek. “It’s just us, babe. Just you and me”.

You break from his heavy gaze and turn your attention to the flickering stars above. So distant, yet ever present as they look down on you.

Feeling like you were pushing through water, you move your hand from Steve’s hold and place it against his chest. Your entire focus shifts to the sawing breaths as you try to match with Steve’s collected ones. Pants and tiny sniffles echo in the parking lot, muffling the giggles and chatter of groups as they enter the roller rink.

“That’s it, babe. Take your time, “Steve murmurs again, pressing himself closer. His heart pounding against your palm despite keeping a steady, deep breath. “I’m here- I’ll catch you. Come back to me. Please?”

You may have his heart in the palm of your hand, but he grounds you to reality. A month of settling back into the mundane Hawkins routine had become what felt like an eternity of social isolation. Every phone call to the trailer park was answered by a giggling school boy apologizing and promising another time to hang out, or the sound of a concerned uncle asking if you were okay only to flood you with more tears. Group plans fell through in favor of couples pairing off on their own, or the kids hiding in the Byler’s basement to plan their own summer campaign. Except Steve. Steve never left you.

He dragged you out of bed after two days of radio silence from that first hang out of the season. After a week of stale air sitting in your room and clothes moving from unpacked suitcases to piles on the floor, he just about threw you into the shower, so he could tidy up your safe haven. So he could make you feel welcomed in your own home.

The two of you had countless arguments spanning over the course of the month as Steve tried to bring you back to the land of the living. You yelled and protested, tooth and nail, to stay in your catatonic safety net. If you didn’t leave its walls, then you wouldn’t drown from the unyielding flood of heartbreak. Even through all the stinging sobs, hair pulling deflections, and hoarse pleads, Steve stayed by your side.

He wasn’t leaving until he got his friend and right hand comrade back- doing what everyone else seemingly had no time to do. To share and enjoy in your missed company.

“Hey,” he gently taps his finger tips against your jaw bone. A flurry of tingles linger under your skin. “I know they’re beautiful, and I can see you mapping your story in the stars- but could I see those stunning eyes again? I miss getting lost in them”. He softly cranes his neck to try to regain your attention.

Slowly, you stop searching for your answers in the stars only for time to all but freeze when you meet the radiant hues of sunshine, twinkling from the moonlight, in Steve’s umber eyes. His smile beams when the pair of you reconnect, and he takes you in for a moment. “You got this. And,” he holds your wrist to send a comforting squeeze, “I’m right there beside you”.

He steps back a bit, still gently holding your hip as he points towards the entrance to the rink. “We are going to walk in there, heads held high,” he steadily grows in enthusiastic volume, “and we are going to have the time of our lives making fools out of ourselves.”

An astonished laugh pushes past your sealed lips as you look at him in disbelief. Steve is all for pep talks and motivational speeches, but one without an air of royal confidence? He might just be spiraling as hard as you at this rate. “You can’t be fucking serious right now. The love of-” your voice rising so your defense can be heard.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he jumps back, holding his hands out to stop you. Not even realizing, you stumble to take a step and follow. A smile creeps past your guard and breaks across your face. What the actual hell has gotten into him?

Steve excitably points at you in uncontrollable joy, “Yes! There! Just like that”. Rushing back, he grabs your arms and holds you in an electric embrace.

Like two magnets, neither of you can fight the connection pulling you together. As far as either of you are concerned, it’s only the two of you on Earth. No one else around. No else to break your bond.

Resting his forehead against your own, Steve breathes out, “It’s just you and me, babe. It’s just us- no pressure to look good or to fake it. It’s your time to let go and enjoy yourself”.

A heavy ache forms in your chest when Steve moves away and holds out an outstretched hand. Dizzy from the whirlwind of emotions and slightly high from the warmth he left buzzing where he held you, your stomach plummets at the invitation to the next stage of heartbreak.

Shakily pushing out a breath, your peer up from his hand and nearly take a step back from Steve’s beaming expression of encouragement.

“ ‘S just us?” you whisper.

“You and me- against all this bullshit ‘young love,’” he boasts.

Bouncing on your toes, you nod in determination as you grab Steve’s hand and run into the unknown. The two of you wildly laugh while pushing and pulling at each other. Not a care in the world about how others see you. It’s just you and him.

The two of you dash and stumble into the rink, entangled in each other’s hold. The pair of you can barely collect yourselves from the fit of laughter and childlike joy you’ve fostered.

Only for your secret world to be breached. “Guys, over here! Christsake, what made you this late?” With Johnathan’s joking welcome notice, the sounds of the roller rink break the spell wrapped around the two of you. The scraping of skates, beating music, and flashing lights make you wince.

Not letting go of your gaze, Steve calls back, “Be there in a sec- gotta finish this conversation real quick”.

Steve squeezes your hand, “So what’s it gonna be, babe? Lousy, overhyped ‘young love’? Or the time of your life with this catch?” He chuckles and points to himself.

Enthralled by the guy holding you, no one else could win your attention in that moment. There is no other competition. It’s just Steve. And, maybe Steve is onto something? For fuckssake, Steve has been there since the moment all meaning left your life. Yet, a guy this caring still hasn’t met someone who can see past the social crown atop his head. Even if it didn’t shine as bright as it once did, that’s all people would note when complimenting him.

He meets your stare with a look of teasing inquiry. How much longer can you put your life on pause for a man, no a fool, who doesn’t even spare you a second thought now.

“Come on,” Steve tilts his head to the side with a playful smirk, “I know I’m good looking, but at this rate you might as well buy a guy dinner first”. He waggles his eyebrows.

Gagging as you push him away, you turn to see the table your friends sit at. Eddie securely wraps his arm around Chrissy’s shoulder on one side, and the back of Nancy and Johnathan’s heads lean against each other across from them. One chair at either end of the booth.

Pin pricks building in your waterline, you whip back to look at Steve. “Fuck, ‘young love,’” you huff and make your way over. Steve falls in step right beside you- his proud presence fills the once empty spot of another’s. He fist bumps the air spreading his excited energy to you and overpowers the nervous one beginning to fester through the tips of your toes to the crown of your head.

Taking a seat at the head of the table and between the couples, both of you greet them kindly. Nothing like the giddiness bouncing between the two of you.

“The hell man?” Steve whines, “Where am I supposed to sit, huh?” He quickly steals a vacant chair from the next table over and seats himself between yourself and heartbreak. Settling himself in the tight squeeze, Steve shoots you a wink before sitting upright.

“So what took so long for you two to grace us with your presence? Did big boy over here need to fix his hair?” Eddie jests, easily sending the table into a fit of giggles.

Before Steve can protest, you rush to defend him. The nervous adrenaline rush coursing through you pushes you over the edge at long last. “No, actually,” you let out an anxious, airy chuckle. “There was a song that I really wanted to share- listen to, so we just got caught up in our own little world for a bit”. You smile softly at Steve’s own- noting how it grows into a sincere one. Not the stage performance either of you use to hide behind around everyone as of late.

Eddie stiffens at your response. He’s the person you share music with. The hell happened to that? Eyes darting between your fidgeting figure and Steve’s confident, relaxed posture, Eddie chews on his bottom lip. Watching Harrington casually drape an arm on the back of your chair.

A shock of electricity strikes your shoulder and spreads like a wildfire through your body when Steve brushes his hand across your shoulders to readjust his position. “Yeah, it was out of my usual taste, but I really enjoyed it. What was the name again?” he hums.

Barely even registering Eddie’s scoff, you blink and try to break from Steve’s comforting pull. You grip the edge of your seat, recentering around the cold, solid metal biting into your palms.

Still feeling Steve’s intense gaze, you look around the table practically buzzing. Taking a deep breath as you subtly poke Steve’s thigh, and he pushes it against your own. It’s just you and him.

“‘With or Without You’ by U2,” you nervously share.

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ash5monster01 · 8 months

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Truths of Our Past Part 3

Pairing: Older!Charlie Dalton x FemReader

Warnings: mentions of suicide, depression, depressing thoughts, past trauma, facing trauma, romance, understanding, fluff.

Summary: You had met Charlie in University, were married shortly after, and had become accustomed to a beautiful life together. When you receive a wedding invitation to one of Charlie’s previous classmates weddings you discover that Charlie had a dark past, one he had been trying to forget. In the midst of it all you try to help him through it while finding out that he’s not the guy you thought you married at all. Maybe he’s even better.

word count: 2.1k

Part 2 ←→ Part 4

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10/5/69

Day 3/8

You had to be up before Charlie did so by the time you had gotten ready and left he was still asleep. You and the girls were going for Bridesmaids dress fittings, the boys didn’t have their fittings until a little later, so you allowed Charlie to sleep in. You felt guilty considering you had given him the cold shoulder last night but you wanted him to get all the good sleep in the world he could while he was here. You promised yourself you two would go out at some point, get some privacy, and make up from whatever it was that happened the night before. You still wanted him to be honest with you but you still wanted to be there for him too.

Everything had happened so fast last night you didn’t even get to ask him about Welton and if he was okay being back there. You actually didn’t even know what they did, considering those boys spent all day together. You knew Charlie loved these boys more than his own family so you felt bad you hadn’t asked. But then all those thoughts brought you right back to why you were upset in the first place. You were his family now too? So why couldn’t he share things with you like he does them? You knew it couldn’t be the same but he could at least confide a little, make you feel less in the dark.

“How’s it fitting sweetie?” Chris knocked on the changing room door. You looked in the mirror at the mint grin dress on your figure. Puff sleeves, ribbon waist, and sash skirt. It was fine but suddenly you were not.

“I don’t know” you hiccuped and this caught Chris’ attention immediately, turning to face the door, now concerned.

“Open up Y/N, I’m not asking” and you knew it was true. She had used her Mom voice after all. So you clicked the lock and in seconds Chris was in the small fitting room with you to see your puffy eyes and red cheeks. “Oh honey, what’s wrong?”

“It’s Charlie” you finally cried and it took her no time at all to wrap you in a hug. Also the Mom in her. She was so good like that.

“What do you mean? You two are always so in sync” Chris muttered into your shoulder, soft hand rubbing up and down your back.

“He won’t let me in. I know nothing about his Welton days. It’s like he doesn’t trust me. I feel like I married a man I know nothing about” you sobbed against her and Chris sighed. This was a tough one because she knew Charlie had been reserved. He wasn’t the loud and overconfident boy she had met when they were young. He was changed, hurt by the passing of his friend.

“That’s not true, you know Charlie better than any of us” that had caused you to pull back, a soft shake of your head as she continued to hold your arms.

“No, that’s not true. Those boys know him better than me. The Charlie I know quietly reads on the bus, likes early morning cups of coffee, flirts terribly with anyone, is charming but keeps to himself at the same time” you ranted, thinking of all the things your husband did that seems so out of character of the man everyone else here knew.

“He is all those things hun. Every last one, but-“

“See there’s a but” you pointed to her and she sighed, dropping her head and the blonde curls fell around her face.

“But, he used to be loud, overconfident, trouble, daring, outspoken, and he is still all those things deep down. You change when you get older and that makes you no less, you know the same Charlie we all do” she told you as she lifted her head and you sighed.

“I know the new Charlie. The Charlie who was chewed up and spit out by the cruel world. You guys know that version of him and the one that was full of hope” you whispered and Chris nodded, feeling her own tears form in her eyes.

“I was there that night” she whispered back and you felt your breath get caught in your throat. You had known that but no one ever really talked about it. Chris especially because she felt guilty for feeling sad when she had never formally met Neil.

“I had gone to Welton to see Knox. All the boys had dressed up, ties and all to see Neil take the stage. They all looked so happy, buzzing with excitement. When we were at the play they were the loudest in the crowd. I mean Charlie was absolutely beaming over the boy. Not only was Neil so amazing up there, but the support and love he got from the crowd made it so much more. So much more important” she told you and you hung onto every last word, wanting to know more, to feel like you were there.

“What happened then?” you asked and she sighed, moving to sit on the seat in the corner.

“We went outside, all the boys were complimenting him. Telling Neil how amazing he was and then his father kept pulling him away, yelling at Keating, Charlie begged for him to let Neil stay but it was no use. So we told Keating that we wanted to walk back. We went to the old Indian cave and had a Dead Poets meeting. We danced, laughed, recited poems, and praised Neil” Chris said, obviously remembering the night like it was yesterday. A soft smile on her face like she was 17 again.

“Knox dropped me at home and when the phone rang the next morning I expected Knox to be reciting me a poem, going on and on about how beautiful I was, but instead he was crying. I had never heard of someone taking their own life but when he told me my stomach dropped. He was heartbroken and I could only imagine the rest of them. I barely heard from him for weeks and even then I knew he was never the same. He was still Knox, loving and caring, but he was tainted. Charlie was Neil’s best and longest friend, if what had happened only dimmed Knox slightly it had darkened Charlie completely” those words were like a gut punch. Quickly you held your stomach, pain flowing through you. Your Charlie was every version of him but he never got to be what he wanted because of so much pain and turmoil.

“I’m a terrible wife” you said, unsure you were on the brink of vomiting or crying harder.

“No you’re not” Chris was standing again but you were shaking your head, unconvinced.

“Yes I am Chris. I never even gave him the benefit of the doubt. I’m awful” you sobbed again and she sighed, opting for just holding you this time.

“Just talk to him, he might not tell you everything right away but give him time. Charlie took the hardest hit when Neil died. Everyone knows that” Chris was rubbing your back again and you nodded into her shoulder.

“Thanks Chris” you told her and she smiled, reaching to grab your shoulders.

“Of course, now let’s see this dress” she spoke as she turned you around to face the mirror. A soft smile appeared on her face and she hummed with contentment.

“It looks perfect, stunning” she told you and a smile finally cracked across your face.

“Good, let’s get out of here” you said and she could only laugh, seeing exactly all the things in you Charlie did. You were tailor made for him, cut from the same cloth, and she would forever be grateful to you for being there for him. Charlie was family after all and now you were too.

"Y/N was upset with me last night?" Charlie spoke into the quiet late morning air. Him and Knox sat in the living room, Johnny building blocks in front of them as they shared parts of the paper and drank some coffee.

"What'd you do?" Knox asked and Charlie shot a glare his way for automatically assuming it was his fault but in a sense it was.

"The girls looked at pictures of us from that semester. She was hurt that I hadn't told her about it, what it was like before everything happened. I think she felt left out" Knox found himself chuckling at this.

"Of course she was Charlie, all Todd talks about was the good old Welton days and Chris was there towards the end, I got to share a lot. You still have it all bottled up" Knox said and Charlie felt somewhat offended but he knew it was true.

"It's hard Knox" he almost whispered, trying not to think about the pain from back then.

"I know it is, I lost Neil too" but Charlie was shaking his head and Knox was setting down his paper and giving him a confused look.

"You don't know Knox. I'm the one that got the call, I'm the one that told everyone, and then I got kicked out. I was pulled away from my friends who were supposed to be there to comfort me. My parents didn't offer any comfort and they were so mad at me they wouldn't even consider it. You guys had each other and I had no one. I was miserable, alone, and I haven't been the same since" Charlie said and it finally dawned on Knox how different it was for Charlie. At Welton there was those nights they all missed him but they could meet, talk about him, hug and comfort each other. Charlie wasn't allowed to write them for four months. When they all had each other he had absolutley no one.

"I had never thought of it like that Charlie" Knox said, voice entirely apologetic. He felt guilty now for not trying hard enough to reach out to him, check in, make sure he was okay.

"It's okay, I never wanted you guys to really know how hard things were for me" Charlie said, trying to set him at ease. Charlie could've reached out too. He normally disobeyed his parents anyway. After Neil though it was harder to care, at that point he just did as they said. He went to Military school and then let his Dad pull every string in the book to get him into Columbia and he kept his mind numb for all of it.

"Maybe it's time. Open up not just to her but the rest of us" Knox said and Charlie solemnly nodded, considering that maybe after all this time he could start learning to move on. Feel more free like younger him did and his wife deserved that too.

“Maybe, let’s just focus on getting Todd married first” Charlie said and Knox snorted lightly, as if the idea of Todd still getting married shocked them all.

“Uncle Charlie, do you want to play blocks with me” Johnny asked, jumping onto his legs, a red block tight in his grip. Charlie chuckled as he passed his parts of the paper to Knox.

“Of course I do, what do you want to build?” he asked, grabbing the boy so he could move off the couch and slide onto the ground with him.

“A castle and we can make Mommy and Aunt Y/N princesses and they can live in it!” he cheered and Charlie laughed, grabbing a few blocks to lay down as the structure.

“That’s sounds like a great idea buddy” Charlie said, a hand ruffling his hair before grabbing some more blocks to continue building.

After his talk with Knox he realized it was time to open up to you. After all even if it was only four months of his life it felt like so much more. The amount of years and things he had gone through still couldn’t compare to the happiness he had then and you deserved to know about it. You deserved a lot of things and as he built blocks with Johnny he knew he owed it to you, to you and himself, and to your future kids. Charlie knew a part of him wouldn’t be healed until he was able to give a life to his kids that he deserved all those years ago.

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george-weasleys-girl · 1 year

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Could you write an angsty George fic where shortly before he and Fred leave hogwarts to open thier shop he dumps you because he feels like he owes it to fred and his family and basically everyone to give 100% of himself to the joke shop seeing as everyone could use thier spirits being lifted and maybe also part of the reason he dumps you is cuz he's a little pessimistic and depressed about the future because of the impending war

Thank you, dear anon, for requesting this. It took a twist that I wasn't intending when I began. I had so many false starts. Nothing I wrote seemed to work. Then I listened to The Pretenders, "Back on the Chain Gang" and "Time After Time" by Cyndi Lauper. Once I set it in the future, with them looking back, everything fell into place. I hope it doesn't disappoint.

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Time After Time

Warnings: angst, couple of curse words

Summary: George broke up with Y/N the night before he and Fred left Hogwarts. Four years later, after zero contact, she walks into the joke shop.

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"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you." George said, his eyes locked on to her face as he traced the lines on her palm. He still remembered their patterns even after all this time.

Y/N's eyes rose to meet his. "You shattered my heart that day. There are pieces of it still missing." She sighed, pulling her hand from his. "And I still don't fully understand why you did it."

George's breath caught at the sudden loss of her touch. Four years of regret and longing punched him in the gut. So many nights, he'd cried himself to sleep yearning for her. Her soft breath against his cheek, her sweet voice whispering 'I love you,' into his ear over and over. He was desperate to gather her up in his arms, tell how sorry he was, how stupid he had been, how much he still loved her and that if she just gave him a second chance, he'd never, ever let her go again.

But he didn't. Instead, he poured himself another hefty glass of wine and downed all of it in one swig.

"I didn't deserve you," he said, eyes cast down at his empty hands. "I guess I still don't."

"Yeah, you drilled that into my head the day you broke up with me," she snapped. "That still doesn't explain why you did it."

George said nothing, continuing to stare downward, unable to meet her gaze.

Y/N closed her eyes for a moment. "Even now, after four years, you still can't tell me the truth." She stood, beginning to regret accepting his invitation to come upstairs to his apartment. "I--I shouldn't have come here. I should go."

She turned to grab her jacket, but George stood, clasping both her hands in his. "Please, Y/N, don't go. I--I'll explain. Just--please, just stay a little while longer." The words, 'I love you,' were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them whole, afraid they might be too much.

Y/N stared into his eyes for a long while, then she nodded. "Ok."

~•~

They moved from the kitchen to the living room. Once they were sitting face to face on the sofa, with fresh glasses of wine in hand, George took a deep breath and began.

"You were my world, Y/N. I loved you so much it hurt sometimes. The two years we were together were the happiest of my Iife. I woke up everyday feeling like the luckiest son of bitch to ever live. I couldn't believe that someone who was so beautiful and kind and smart and funny as you could love me." He pointed to himself, lowering his eyes. "Me. Fred Weasley's sidekick twin."

The sharp pang of remorse stabbed into her heart at the mention of Fred's name. She should've come back for the funeral, but after her and George’s relationship imploded, she didn't know if she'd be welcome. The last thing she wanted to do was cause a scene at the funeral of one of her dearest friends.

So, she stayed away.

Y/N swallowed hard, forcing down her guilt. "Tell me, George, what happened to all that love?" she asked. "Did it all just fade away?"

George's head snapped up at that, eyes wide. "What? No! How could you think that? It's just--" he paused briefly, chewing on his lip. "It's just that Fred and I were ready to open up the joke shop. I owed it to him, to my family, to put everything I had into making our dream come true." His brown eyes locked onto hers, pleading for understanding. "And there was so much darkness then. So much fear. People needed something to help them forget, you know? Forget that the war was coming. If only for a little while."

"So, I no longer fit into your grand dream? Is that it?" Y/N's chin trembled when she spoke.

"No, love, no," he said. "It wasn't like that. It--I couldn't be the boyfriend you deserved anymore. You deserved someone who could give you their all. Someone who wasn't working all hours of the day and night. Someone who would be there. And I knew I couldn't be that person for you anymore."

Y/N placed her glass on the table, then looked him dead in the eye. "You're a damned fool, George Weasley. We'd talked so many times about how it would be when you and Fred opened up the shop. I supported you and the shop and everything that came with it. I gladly accepted it all because I loved you, and I wanted your dreams to come true. I would've done anything to help that become a reality. So don't go there, George. Don't you fucking dare pretend I didn't know what I was signing up for."

Y/N rose abruptly and crossed the room to gaze out the window.

"It's not that, Y/N." His words were barely above a whisper. "I know you understood, but I'd thought about it alot, and it wouldn't have been fair to you, love. You deserved so much more than an absentee husband."

Y/N rounded on him. "That was my choice to make! Mine! And you took it from me without my consent."

George flinched as if she'd slapped him. "I didn't mean--I didn't think-‐"

"You're damned right you didn't think!" Y/N interrupted, running a shaky hand through her hair. "What are you not telling me, George? There's more to this, I know there is." She sighed and her voice grew soft. "Was there--someone else?"

George rose to stand before her, cupping her face in his hands, his eyes unflinching. "No, Y/N. There was no one else. There never has been. You were and still are the only woman I've ever wanted."

"Then why, George?" Y/N pulled away and walked back to the sofa. "Why?"

He remained silent for several long moments. "I was afraid," he said finally, refusing to turn and face her.

"Afraid? What do you mean? Afraid of what?"

"The war."

"I don't understand." Y/N said. "Everyone was afraid. What did that have to do with our relationship?"

George whirled around, eyes brimming with tears. "I didn't want you to die, ok?!"

Y/N stared at him, taken aback by this revelation. Of all the things he could've possibly said, she never expected this. "Why were you so certain I would die?"

"I wasn't. But it was a war. People die in wars." His voice trembled. "Fred died. He died, Y/N! And it damn near killed me. If you'd died too--" George shook his head, burying his face in his hands as he broke down.

"Oh Georgie." Y/N crossed the room, her open arms wrapping around him.

He melted into her embrace. "I-I'm sorry. I was stupid." She could barely make out his words through the hiccupping sobs. "I th-thought if I pushed you away, you'd go back to your muggle family. Y-you'd be safe."

Y/N squeezed him tighter. His plan had worked. It'd worked so well that she took a job at Beauxbatons teaching Charms.

"Of course, you would do that." Y/N wept into his shoulder, finally understanding. "How did I not see it? Merlin, that was such a--you thing to do."

George chuckled through his tears and pulled back to look at her.

"I never stopped loving you," he admitted, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"Nor I, you."

Before either of them realized what was happening, they closed the distance, their lips touching for the first time in four years. It wasn't this deep, passionate reunion as they both imagined it would be, but tremulous and gentle. They were suddenly those two fifteen year old kids again. Nervous, eager, yearning, and so desperately and madly in love. It was their second first kiss.

~•~

"I'm so sorry, George. I should've come back before now." Y/N confessed once they rested on the sofa again. "I was angry at you for a long time, and when it finally faded, I didn't know if you'd still want me around."

George moved closer to her, placing his hand over hers. "I've missed you so bloody much, Y/N. I can't tell you how many times I wrote to you, but never had the balls to send the letters." He smiled sheepishly. "Because I was afraid you wouldn't want me either."

Y/N snorted. "I bet if we looked up the word idiot in the dictionary, there'd be a picture of us."

George chuckled and nodded. "So, what now?" he asked.

"Well, I have three months until summer break. I've been debating for a while whether to continue my teaching job at Beauxbatons. And I think I've finally made my decision."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm. I think it's time for me to come home and when I do, I'd like for us to try again."

George's smile put the sun to shame. "I'd like that too." He raised her hand to his lips, leaving a lingering kiss on her palm.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm famished!"

"I happen to know this great place, just a short walk down the hall. The chef is superb. Makes the best spaghetti and meatballs."

"Ooh, my favorite!"

George smiled and offered his arm. "I remember."

#george weasley #george weasley x reader #george weasley x y/n #george weasley angst

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moonlight-tmd · 8 months

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ProwlBee angst-

so i remember seeing a clip where both Bee and Prowl fall off a tower i think while fighting Starscream? so i had an idea-

CW: Death, Grief, Self-Neglect, Depression[?], Violence but with a happy ending!

The autobots were fighting Starscream, Bee and Prowl stuck on a Sumdac Tower roof with him. At one point Starscream throws them both off, Prowl catches himself and tries to cath Bee too- but he fails. Bee's servo only brushes past his and he is forced to watch Bee plummet and hit the ground.

When he gets down the others are already by Bee- there's a splatter of energon and Bee's laying there, grey and motionless. He died on impact.

They buried him in a secluded spot near the river- he, Sari and others sometimes went there for a picnic and play in water. It was his favorite place to spend time with friends, secluded enough to give them privacy. Far away enough for humans to not find the grave.

Prowl was devastaded, he was supposed to catch him, to save him. And instead he let him die- just like the sparklings from the Carequarters. It didn't help that just before Starscream showed up, they had a fight. He never got to apologize. He blames himself for his death.

Prowl starts having nightmares, he is forced to relive the moment; seeing those wide blue optics, the fear on Bee's face as he fell down. He refuels less and spends most of his time at Bee's grave. The base is much quieter without him, and Prowl hates it. Just now realizing how lively everything was when the scout was around. How much happiness was there when Bee still lived. A painful realization sets in- he actually liked Bee very much, he cared about him so much- heck probably even loved him. And how mean he actually was to him. Every bit of happiness Bee brought was gone.

The rest of the team worries about Prowl, the ninjabot dissociates from reality almost every conversation, with less and less energy he gets hurt in every battle. His mental health only got worse with time, the only reason he doesn't fully neglect himself being that Bee wouldn't want him to die too.

One morning he finds Bee's grave dug up, the makeshift cryopod with his frame gone. He sends multiple emergency calls to Optimus, halfway into a panic attack he notices a trail of small but deep holes in the ground. He follows them far into the forest, out of the autobot radar range and into a cave and gets knocked out.

He wakes up in some underground lab in a glass tube, Blackarachnia being the one to greet him. Prowl's furious, but the moment she presents to him Bee's frame connected to some machine and monitors he freezes. She somehow got her servos on an Allspark Shard and was planning to resurrect Bee to reprogram and turn him into a techno-organic like her. She had Prowl locked up in one of the testing chambers to watch.

Prowl couln't hold the anger within him as the machines buzzed louder, he hit the glass over and over again until it broke. He tackled Blackarachnia and stabbed her over and over again screaming. Then he heard something and she took that chance to push him off herself and run. Next thing he knew was Bee kneeling in front of him, worried and horrified. Bee was alive. Prowl cried his Spark out, mumbling inhoherent words as he held onto Bee for dear life.

Once Prowl calmed down enough, Bee took his servo and guided them both out of that lab. They sat by a nearby river shore and Bee washed the energon off them both. They stayed there until sunrise, Bee holding Prowl and comforting him. Bee never let go of Prowl's servo on their way back.

The team caught them when they neared the road in the forest. They were all shoked and elated about Bee being alive again. They all returned to base and questioned them about what happened. Bee left out few details for Prowl's sake, said ninjabot didn't even remember most of what happened due to stress.

In the next weeks Prowl's mental and physical health improved, he spend his time near Bee, he was much nicer to him, heck- he didn't even get mad when Bee dropped a bucket of water on him as a prank sometimes. To be honest, he kind of missed it.

1 month after Bee's revival, he and Prowl go on a walk and end up in the grave spot- except after the incident all the dug up area has been transformed into a field of clover and yellow flowers, sunflowers sprouting up in few places too.

The sit by the river and chat. Bee jokingly teases Prowl about having a crush on him, and Prowl admits. Whatever Prowl was expecting wasn't what he got. After a long pause Bee 'played it cool' and failed to nonchalantly admit his own crush on Prowl.

It takes the team less than 1 day to question them about the sudden change in behavior. Now everyone knows they're dating.

Prowl couldn't have been happier.

I always see Bee mourning the loss of Prowl so i wrote it in reverse. I'm a sucker for emotional Prowl.

#maccadam #prowlbee #long post #angst #tfa #revival!prowlbee #tfa au

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kissitbttr · 2 years

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𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒏𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒘𝒐

summary: steven is head over heels for you but you are yet to know. yet, things just might change when you offer him his first ever weed

pairing: steven grant x reader, marc spector x reader, jake lockely x reader

word count: 4152

“How are you feeling, Stevie?”

He hears you ask, a tone laced with concern as you speak. Your delicate hand reaches out to brush a few of his curls from his forehead, and for a quick second, he feels himself melt under your touch.

You have been his friend for six months now. He remembered the day you walked into his life by saving his ass from being tormented even further by his manager. You pretended to be his girlfriend and gave him a soft peck on the cheek in front of her. Up until now, he couldn’t believe that it had happened. It was surreal because no one had ever defended him from anything. He went through a lot of things alone.

But he has you now.

“I’m fine, love. Thank you” He gives you a smile, but you can already tell it’s not genuine. In fact, he does it quite often. “I hate how you always have to lie about not being okay, it’s just me Steven” you reassure. Twirling your finger around his soft hair. “Has someone been poking fun at you?”

Steven shakes his head, fiddling with his fingers. “No, no. It’s not them, I’m just…” He pauses to take a deep breath. "Exhausted. I find it difficult to get some sleep lately. Could be anxiety and such.”

“Have you… talked to someone about it?” you question, crossing your arms as the worry grows over his lack of sleep and the more prominent dark circles under his eyes.

He shakes his head. “No. it’s just you. You’re the only one who knows. Not like I could afford therapy or something” he mentions, pulling his sleeves to make sweater paws. “Plus, I don’t really have that many friends.”

Your brows dip into sadness, “I’m sorry, Stevie. I wish I could help you with that. I’m struggling a bit myself if it makes you feel better. The bar I work at is losing its customers since the incident that happened two weeks ago. Remember that? So I might have to find singing gigs from someplace else, in case the bar shut down.” With a sigh, you slump onto the couch, hating yourself because you can’t help him with his situation.

“Don’t worry about it, love. It’s not your fault, yeah?” He says, hoping it puts your mind at ease, as he watches the small pout form on your lips.

There it is. One of the many reasons he fell in love with you. You take such good care of him, he appreciates that a lot. Your eyes speak with such sincerity when you talk to him. Your voice grows soft when you comfort him about whatever it is that has been bothering him. He fails to count the number of times you make his heart soften with your words. One thing he takes such pride in is that he’s the only person you’re soft with.

He sees you talk to your friends and other people with such a bossy and bold attitude, and makes them fear you. You have a smart mouth and love to destroy people with wit and sarcasm. He finds that extremely attractive.

“Oh, I know what we should do!” You exclaim and your mouth turns into a huge smile as you jump yourself up from the couch excitedly. “Be right back”

His brows furrow as he watches you skip towards your bedroom. “Where are you going?” He calls you, but there’s no answer, wondering what you have on your pretty little mind.

You return a few minutes later, a Ziploc bag in your hand filled with… leaves?

“What’s that in your hand?” He points with his finger,

You plop yourself back down next to him, and he has to quickly look away due to your shorts’ terrible work at hiding your soft thighs.

“This” You lift the bag up. “Is cannabis”

“A what?”

“Cannabis. You know, weed?” You smile at him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and wiggling the bag. “When I get depressed or feel like crying, I take these out, roll them up, and smoke one until I get better.”

“Oh, I don’t know if I should–”

“They’re not strong like coke or anything. It’s not gonna get you fucked up if that’s what you’re worried about. Trust me on this, okay?” You grab a small table from beside the couch and place the papers down before taking out a handful of grass. “I’m not going to make you do something that’ll put you in trouble.”

He watches intently as you put the fresh grounded leaves inside the transparent paper, grabbing a filter tip with your other hand and placing it on the left side of the joint. He enjoys the sight of your fingers rolling the blunt gently, as if you’re scared to break it. He likes watching you do something with your hands, and not in a creepy way, of course. It’s just that whenever he sees you doing something, you always seem so gentle with it.

“This is rather entertaining to watch” he mutters, leaning forward a little to get a better look. “You do this often, don’t you”

“Been doing this since high school, Steven.” You respond with a small chuckle, sticking your tongue out to secure the blunt in place before pressing it

Steven clears his throat, trying to rid the image of your pierced tongue on his head. “Wow that’s–that’s amazing” he comments, “So uh– what do we do with it?”

“We smoke it” you point out, matter-of-factly, follows by a small giggle at his cute innocence. “Just inhale lightly, don’t overdo it just yet. This is your first time, right?”

“Yeah” He breathes out, picking at a loose thread on the sweater he’s wearing, a habit of his when he gets nervous. “I’m scared of trying it out to be honest.”

“It’s not gonna bite you, Steven” you roll your eyes playfully with a smile remaining on your lips, then reach out to grab a baby pink lighter across from you. “I’m gonna light it now, okay?”

Steven has his mouth wide open when he sees you putting the butt of the joint between your glossed lips. Lighting it at the end before watching you inhale quite deeply, releasing the smoke seconds later and watching it dissolve into thin air.

“Your turn” you nudge his knee while handing him the blunt. “Just do what I just did”

He’s contemplating whether he should grab it or not. Not because he doesn’t want to, but it’s because this would be the first time he’s trying weed and he doesn’t want to make a fool of himself in front of you. What if he choked or swallowed the smoke instead of releasing it?

He’s never even smoked a cigarette before.

“I’m-i’m–”

You watch him set his eyes on the blunt, probably scared of messing it up since he never smoked anything before in his life. And you completely understand why, so you think that there might be a better way of helping his cute self out with something that’s far more comfortable.

“Okay, how about this. I’ll guide you through it, sounds good?” You softly say, tucking your legs beneath your thighs and scooting yourself closer to him.

“H-how?”

“By trusting me” you whisper softly once your face is close enough to his, inhaling once more from the blunt.

He gulps at the sight of you. So pretty and so close. He glances down at your soft lips that he has been fantasizing about molding with his own, your long dark messy hair that he wants to run his hands through after making love to you. To have your hair spread all over his pillows, leaving it to smell like you every day.

He wants to drown himself in your scent.

“Open your mouth for me .” You whisper softly, taking a quick look at his lips

He feels butterflies in his stomach when you say that, unsure what to think, but he does anyway. Parting his mouth a bit and before he knows it, you’re making your move. By reaching both of your hands up, cupping his face, and guiding your lips into his before exhaling the smoke softly and slowly into Steven’s open mouth with both of your eyes closed.

The room is dead silent, and he swears he can hear his heartbeat going faster each second. His body trembles slightly over the feeling of your mouth on him and you put your hand on his thigh to calm him down, letting him know that you got him.

His eyes go wide. His body stiffens as he tries his very best to push all of the dirty thoughts about you, clouding his mind. Eventually, he relaxes, slowly closing his eyes as he savors the sweet taste of your lips.

After a while, you pull away from him. And he struggles not to cling himself to you because he likes having your soft lips on his. This could be the closest thing he can get to having you and he does not want to let go just yet.

With his brown eyes ghosting over yours, he allows himself to observe every single detail of your gorgeous face. Moving from the crease between your brows to your nose, and your smile.

Your hands remain on each side of his cheeks, giggling at his adorable facial expression while closing his mouth with your fingers underneath his chin. He inhales the smoke slowly,

“You good, baby?” You ask, giving him another, yet a lazy smile, his pupils dilated as you watch him. You don’t know if it’s because of the amount of smoke you’ve inhaled or it could be just him. Either way,

You feel content because you have two of your favorite things with you right now.

His heart soars and his cheeks feel warm at the nickname, as he nods. This is the first time he has ever gotten to be called ‘baby’ and he’s lucky enough to hear it from your mouth.

No one could ever make him feel at home the way you do.

“Never felt better”

. . .

Steven hasn’t gotten a clue at what time it is. It feels like this has been going on for hours. Just lying comfortably on your couch with you beside him, a second blunt tucks between your pretty fingers. His eyes are quite hazy; if you’re curious enough to take a peek, he no longer feels the anxiety taking over his body, but rather a feeling of relaxation and warmth.

“I’m hungry” you blurt, jutting your lower lip. “I could go for a burger right now” the mental image of that delicious meal on your mind is making your mouth water.

“We could�� order it, i-if you wanna” he slurs, eyes flittering over to you. You look so calm with that gorgeous smile of yours.

Snorting, you answer “You’re a vegan, Steven”

“I mean yeah but … there’s no harm in trying. Haven’t had one of those in years.” He notes, “Vegan burgers are disgusting anyway”

“Right” you agree with a laugh, sitting up before disregarding the blunt into the nearest trash can. “Are you… good?”

He nods, biting back a sigh of relief. “I’m great actually, love. That stuff really works.” Digging his knuckles lightly against his eyelids, rubbing them gently

You look over at him and you almost fall to your knees at the sight. He looks so fucking adorable. With that droopy look on his face and the sweater paws he has on. Is he doing this on purpose?

“Told ya” you reach forward to him, slightly grazing his nose with your finger. “I like your nose. It’s pretty ”

He feels soft, your voice always seems to ease his nerves away. “Do you, actually? Or are you just saying that because you’re under the influence?”

“It’s called being high, Steven” you correct him with a better term. “And no I am definitely not high. Like you are right now.” From all of the people you’ve smoked with, Steven may just be your favorite. He’s basically just himself, but more entertaining and adorable. The reaction that weed has given him is making him relaxed, it seems. You just hope that it’s enough to make him forget about the troubles that have consumed his mind lately. He deserves a break, he really does.

“My bad, love. It’s my first time doing this.” He defends with a giggle. Eyes bore on yours as he reaches his hand out, pressing his thumb against your soft cheek. Something he never had the courage to do when he was sober. Even just now, he’s terrified of making you feel uneasy.

“Can I tell you something?”

With a smile, you nod. “Of course.”

Steven sits still and remains quiet as he can be, trying to put together the words he’s about to say to you. He knows what he has been wanting to say over the past few months, but insecurities tend to get the best of him. Not a day goes by that his own thoughts stress him out about how he’s not good enough for someone else, not even for himself.

What if he said something he really meant, but you can't give him the answer he wanted? What if you realized that he has been pinning over you for a long time and that makes you feel uncomfortable because you just see him as a friend? These scenarios he purposely built on his mind have been destroying his days, and it hasn’t even happened yet. He’s hurting himself emotionally and he has no idea how to stop it.

It’s going to get worse if you reject him. He’d be so hurt.

“I’m so grateful to have you in my life.” He starts, gulping nervously. “And I like this, being with you … you give me some sort of certainty that I’m going to be okay in the future. You make me feel so safe.”

You try to hold back the smile on your face as you bite your lip softly, “As do you” your hand reaches out to grasp his hand, interlocking your fingers together.

Steven likes the feeling of your soft palm on his, and he grips your hand gently. Letting you know that he doesn’t want you to let go. “You’ve become my safety net for the longest time. There have been so many times where I feel so scared but you show me how I should not be anymore.” He looks down at your hands before continuing, “Don’t understand why you wanna waste your time to be with me, love. I’m a knob. A complete tool if you asked Donna.”

“Steven” you sternly say, a displeasing look on your face as he insults himself like that.

“I know, I know… ‘Don’t say that shit about yourself, again Steven Grant’ is what you always like to say to me. Million times if I counted right.” He jokes and mentally cheers once he manages to earn a smile from you at his attempt at doing your voice. “But it’s quite what I haven’t figured out yet, love. Why do you?”

You keep your eyes on him, trying to figure out whether he’s joking or not. This is one of the main things you despise about him. How he’s so willing to drag himself down because others have spoken to him exactly how they think of him. Because of them, he has never been able to find one good thing about himself while you have millions sitting in the back of your mind. Every day, you find a quirk of his that makes you adore him even more than ever.

You wish he knew that.

“Oh, Steven… I wish you could see yourself as the world sees you” you speak sadly, tilting your head to the side. “You have been my safety net too. Do you know how comfortable I am with you? I don’t think I’ve ever felt this good in someone else’s arms before.”

His breath hitches in his throat, feeling his hand get clammy due to his nerves rushing in. “Can I tell you something? But you have to promise to never look at me differently after this or be disgusted with me”

You frown, shaking your head. “Couldn’t imagine myself being disgusted with you… what is it?”

You watch him take three big deep breaths. His eyes aren’t looking at you anymore. But you see a hint of fear reflecting on his beautiful brown eyes and it makes you tense just a little. And soon as he says those words that have been weighing on his shoulders, he knows there’s no turning back now.

“I love you”

The time stops when you hear his confession. Eyes are broadening in shock as your whole body freezes, not knowing what to respond to. The beating of your heart makes it impossible for you to concentrate. You believe it’s loud enough. Even Steven could hear it.

“What?” You croak out,

He repeats it once more. This time he blurts out the details. “I’ve loved you ever since you stepped into the museum and offered me your coffee because you saw how tired I looked. I love how you protected me when Donna mistreated me that one time. I love how you make my kitchen smell like pancakes and hot chocolate every time you stay over. I love how I’m the person you ask about which songs you’re going to be doing at your gigs. I love how you tell stories about Greek mythology and I’m having a hard time whether I actually am invested with Greek history or the sound of your voice.”

There’s a long pause after that. Your eyes soften and you struggle to fight off the warmth that’s trying to sneak its way to the apple of your cheeks after hearing him say that.

“I love your body too…” He continues, figuring the silence is getting a bit awkward, “I mean forgive me if I offended you for saying this darling but, I sometimes fantasize about your ... breasts”

You laugh at his honesty, covering your face with your hands. “Jesus, Steven”

Now that weed really overpowers him,

“I just ... love you overall ... I like it with you ... like this. if you don’t feel the same way that’s completely fine with me but just know I’d probably be a wreck, cry myself to sleep, and listen to sad songs all week. It’s quite pathetic to think about it yeah?” He winces slightly at the thought,

“Steven-“

He cuts you off “I mean, a girl like you wouldn’t want to be with someone like me. We don’t look good together I suppose, people might think-“

“Steven” You call out his name once more

“That we look odd. Lil ol’ Steven Grant. Can’t imagine what my co-workers think if they saw us dating, they’d probably think I’d bewitched you or something. You’re smart, gorgeous, funny, kind,and have all the men fawning over you. I don’t stand a chance”

“Steven! Stop. Talking.” You say it louder this time, your hands grabbing onto his face and forcing him to look at you.

“Oh was I rambling?” He asks dumbfoundedly, eyes genuinely looking concerned when he hears you yell out his name

“Yes! Good God” you nod, giving him a tired smile.

“Sorry, darling, a habit there” He mumbles softly, knuckling at her eyes before emitting a soft chuckle, cursing himself for having such a mouth.

“You have to let me answer, okay?” Your voice is gentle, “no talking during.”

He nods meekly, not ready to hear you reject him up front, “Okay”

“First of all. If they were to ever say something bad about you, I’d personally march over there and kill them, myself. Literally.” You seriously state. “I am not joking. I smacked a bitch before in a school play, in front of everyone, so I do not mess around.”

“That’s terrifying actually “ he mutters, though not surprised

“Second... I like being in this space with you too. This is the closure I have been wanting for so long and I want it with you.” You murmur, petting at the soft skin of his cheek with the pad of your thumb. Liking the feeling of his light stubble under it.

His eyes are full of hope as he stares at you lovingly. He wonders if this is going to go where he thinks it’s going. “You do?”

“Yeah” you give him a comforting grin, letting your temple lull against the headrest, smiling softly. “Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to contain this feeling I have for you? To resist the urge of kissing your lips every time I see someone flirting with you?”

“Re-really?” He sounds surprised. Almost like you’re pulling a prank on him because there he doesn’t think that you’re being honest. “You think that? When you’re with me?”

“All the time, Stevie.” You answer, and the nickname rolls out of your tongue easily. “You don’t sound convinced though.”

“Wha– well” he begins, his voice starting to get a bit high and jittery as he speaks. “I don’t think I ever deserved to have your love. I’m not– You know–”

Your face falls into worry and sadness, watching him choking back a sob as a single tear drops from his eye. “Hey, hey, Steven? Baby, what’s wrong?” Letting your fingertips glide against his skin, wiping away the tear that stains his cheek. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“It’s not you.” He chuckles sadly, fingers wiping underneath his nose. “Everything you’ve ever done for me, I appreciate it a lot more than you think. You’re such a beautiful person, Y/N. Especially tonight. No one has ever held me like this, help taking care of my well-being, I thought I was a burden to you.”

You gape at his vulnerability, feeling the emotions are taking over his place as he looks away, not caring anymore about the tears that fall religiously. “Steven, oh my God, baby. How could you think something like that?” Your tone is sharp but also upset. “You could never ever become a burden of mine. I love you.”

With that, his silent cries stop, his wet gaze flickering at you as he hears you say the same thing he’s said to you. “You–you what?”

“I. Love. You” you state firmly, taking him by the nape of his neck with one hand as the other rests on the right side of his cheek. “And I want all of you. The good and the bad. Even if there’s a fucking demon paralysis that you got going on, I want it too. Might scare me to shitless but I’ll take it.”

He chokes out a laugh through his small sobs. Still can’t shake off the idea of you loving him just as he, to you. There’s a warm feeling inside of him that grows once you say it. Something about having you in his arms, it makes him feel so . . . nice and . . . wanted. It has been quite a long time since he’s been with a person. It created such a gap between him and love.

That is until you came along. You show him that there’s nothing to be afraid of anymore.

“Okay” is the only response he’s able to give. A soft smile replaces his frown. Now he feels nothing but reassurance.

Both of you stare at each other in comfortable silence. You feel his broad hand move slowly to grab you by your right hip, as the other one makes its way to your soft thigh, tugging it closer to him so you can rest it on his lap. His heart jitters in a beat when he feels your knee brushing lightly against his groin.

You tuck your lower lip between your teeth, grazing your fingertip against his mouth before leaning forward and molding your lips against his, ever so softly and delicately. He sighs into your mouth with contentment. Like he has been waiting for this to happen for as long as he can remember. He puts both of his hands on your waist, giving it a light squeeze, and it’s enough to make you squirm a bit on his lap, sending a vibration to your core.

With your eyes shutting close, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. Jutting out your tongue to glide his lower lip, asking for an entrance before he slacks his jaw, mouthing at you hungrily. Sudden confidence washes over him, making you gasp in surprise.

“I love kissing you.” You comment cheekily, after your lips part away from each other. Jaded eyes staring at his –far more jaded ones–. The butterflies in your stomach have yet to stop. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of doing that”

He adores the way you speak to him. Never fail to make him feel shy, yet fuzzy with your words. There’s nothing he cherishes more than that. “I’ve been waiting so long to kiss you, love. Your lips and scent could be the death of me” he says, drawing circles on your back.

You giggle, feeling like a schoolgirl when you’re with him. “I’m not craving burgers anymore, I’ll make us some pasta” You peck his nose before getting up from his lap and start walking into the kitchen.

Steven presses his lips, trying to contain the big smile on his face when he watches you walk away. He couldn't believe it. Simply put, he cannot believe it. He wins you over. After dreaming about pining over you, wishing that he could be the guy that gets to kiss and hug you, it finally comes true.

He lowers his gaze down to the glass table, catching a glimpse of Marc’s proud smile at him after hearing Steven opening up to you along with the bottled-up confessions. After having long overdue amounts of countless conversations with him when you’re not around, he finally did it.

Marc believes that you’re good for him. You’re one gorgeous woman who managed to captivate both of them and pulled his brother out of his misery. He has seen you through Steven’s eyes, refusing to front , because as much as Marc loves you too, Steven deserves this more. For what he had been through because of him, Steven deserves all of this. He deserves you.

Good job, buddy. You did it

Steven shoots him a small smile, mouthing a ‘thank you’ which receives a nod from Marc. Another person he feels grateful to have in his life.

“Oh, Steven?”

He hears you call out his name, whipping his head back so fast, to find you standing next to the kitchen counter. “Yeah, love?”

Your head tilts to the side, letting a dimpled smile decorate your face. As you watch him fiddling with his own fingers, hoping to think that he hasn’t done something wrong to upset you.

“You might be the best high I’ve ever had.”

Pretty please leave a note on this one xx

#steven grant x reader #steven grant #marc spector #marc spector x reader #moon knight fics #moon knight #oscar isaac #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely #moon knight x reader

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f1inl3ey · 1 year

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How I think the Casper crew + finney would change and deal with the trauma after they escape (in the escape au)

Finney

I firmly believe that he will not leave the house unless Gwen or Robin are with him.

He’s getting more noticed in school so he sort of becomes more confident in some areas but his confidence has also decreased a bit too

Always making sure everyone is alright before taking care of himself. He’s always done that but now he does it more so he can avoid his problems

He now stands up to his dad for him and Gwen. He’s literally killed someone with those hands so he’s discovered that he can use that to scare people. Specifically his dad

Always taking note of his surroundings

Doesn’t talk to or help anyone outside of his circle anymore

Avoid scrambled eggs at all costs

Gwen would probably force their dad to get finney into therapy and it kinda works

Robin

Doesn’t talk as much. More reserved and introverted

He stops kicking the shit out of (most) people and only uses his fighting skills as empty threats

Doesn’t go near vans at all

Starts to actually drink water because he thinks the feeling of literally any soft drink in his mouth is sprite (was it sprite the grabber gave them?? I can’t remember)

Always counting everyone when he’s out with people to make sure everyone’s there and safe. He does it in his head

Avoids eggs in general

Always asks his mum or uncle to drive him to places because he doesn’t feel safe walking on the footpath anymore

Probably seeks therapy later on in life after he realises that he hasn’t dealt with his trauma but pushed it all down so he doesn’t have to deal with it

Bruce

Leaves the house a lot less. Doesn’t feel safe at all

Would be a little more passive aggressive to random strangers

Always making sure everyone is okay

Eventually he started leaving the house more often but only if it was with Vance or someone else he trusts with his life

Definitely fell into a deep depression for a while. (They all did but yk)

Seeks comfort in Vance or finney. Tells them everything on his mind and how he’s feeling, sometimes even cries in their arms.

Eventually he does go to the school counsellor and talk about how his abduction has affected him and the school counsellor tells his parents and they immediately put him into therapy

Hates literally all vehicles and his bike now

Vance

Closes off completely

Just doesn’t say a word for a while. Not even to Bruce or his mum

Eventually he does start talking again but it isn’t as much or as loud as before

Gets more violent for a bit but then it calms down and he’s sort of back to normal

Doesn’t talk about how much his abduction affected him. He says he’s fine to anyone that asks but his friends and mum know he isn’t

Becomes homophobic because of what the grabber did to him and the other boys but then realised he’s gay and literally hates himself for it

Plays pinball a lot more. It’s an escape for him

Avoids rooms that have locks when people he doesn’t trust are around

Pushes everyone away but then realised that most of the people he’s pushing away have gone through the same and similar stuff so he stops pushing and let’s friendships happen

Eventually his mum and Bruce force him into therapy but he doesn’t say anything to the therapist for a long time

Billy

Always looking behind, in front, left, and right all the time.

Basically retires from being the paperboy

His dog got lost while trying to run back home after he got kidnapped so every now and then Billy finds hope that his dog is still out there and he goes looking for it

Literally attached to griffin by the hip. He’s basically moved in at this point. Feels unsafe without him

He supplies griffins mum with as much money as he can because he’s on the wealthier side but he isn’t rich.

Whenever he rides his bike he rides it faster now so if someone is following him it’ll be harder to catch up

Develops sleeping problems from all the nightmares he has about the grabber

Was put into therapy immediately after he got out of the hospital

He goes to Vance for a lot of his problems since he doesn’t want to go to griffin about them. He finds Vance weirdly comforting

Griffin

He clings to Vance and Billy like his life depends on it. He doesn’t feel safe without at least one of them around

Doesn’t feel safe around anyone who wears any sort of mask or face covering

Becomes self conscious of the scar on his neck after a girl in his class made fun of it

He and billy become co-dependant

His mum doesn’t have enough money to put him into therapy even after all the boys chip in to try and help so he puts himself into therapy in his late 20s after making enough money from his job

Jumps at literally every sound. Someone drops a pen? He jumps out of his skin like he’s watching a horror movie that’s banned in 23 countries.

#the black phone #tbp #vance hopper #bruce yamada #vance the black phone #finney blake #robin arellano #billy showalter #griffin stagg #tbp headcanons

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palepinkycat · 2 years

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🍻 for Lenka &/or anyone else you’d like to share for? c:

Thanks so much for the ask @mimabeann ^^ I've already answered this for Lenka so I'm gonna go with the Cold Stare & Sharp Cheekbones family

🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day?

Oktavian

I only have those silly expression meme art of them sorry :")

He really needs some self care tips 🙃 He gets bonus points for trying but he hardly ever has time to focus solely on himself. He likes to lay on his bed (or the floor when he's really desperate lol) and watch the city lights flicker - or a candle flame in Dragon Age AU - but he's not really used to peaceful moments like this and the silence often makes him feel homesick. Sometimes he'll write letters to his siblings, even though Titus is the only one who writes back or share a glass of wine with Aedan. He usually goes for the second option, they'll have a deep conversation or just sit around, talk about nothing. He's Oktavian's best friend and the only person around which he can truly be himself - he can talk about his worries and emotions without feeling guilty about burdening him with his problems. Aside from all this, Oktavian and Veronica love taking long rides out of town, singing along to the radio, though they don't really do that often anymore. They usually listen to Queen, it's Oktavians favourite band.

Titus

He and Veronica used to train ballet as children and while Vera hated every moment of it, Titus fell in love with dancing at the very first sight. He doesn't have time for ballet classes anymore, his mother made sure of that, but he still loves dancing, it helps him relieve stress. If he's had a really bad day, he'll read the letters he got from Oktavian or write some extremely honest/emotional letters himself though he usually ends up burning them, he doesn't want to worry his brother needlessly.

Veronica

Bold of you to assume she can simply calm down. She'll most likely act as if nothing happened and lock up in her room/chamber though she's not very good at hiding her emotions so sooner or later someone will notice it.

If it's Aedan, he'll probably give her some time and space to sort it out herself but there's 50% chance he'll stay, they'll share a cigarette and have a conversation. They'll vent about Villem and Tevinter politics, talk about the past, Vera will tell Aedan he should quit smoking, he'll laugh it off, probably crack some depressing jokes about how miserable the two of them are. They'll stay on Veronica's balcony to watch the stars in silence. They might hold hands

If it's Oktavian, he won't leave her alone until she tells him what upset her. He usually suspects what happened but he'd prefer to know it from her than act on false assumptions. He'll stay with her for as long as she needs, he'll bring some food and read her a book if she feels like it. He's done that ever since they were kids, he has a very soothing voice and Vera loves listening to it. He'll also try to cheer her up with his dad/big brother jokes.

And if it's Titus, he'll burst into Veronica's room without asking, bring tons of snacks and watch Sabrina the Teenage Witch with her (it's her favourite show but shh). Indigo and Nunno will probably join them. When it comes to DA AU they'll most likely play cards until Titus one of them falls asleep on Vera's bed.

#so #oktavian and his big brother jokes are a serious problem no wonder his mother sent him away #titus is probably the only one who finds them funny #he once called him 'tit' and titus thoght it was the funniest thing ever #this is the kind of brother he aims to be #''oktavian i'm tired''#''hello tired i'm oktavian''#*laughing uncontrollably*#at this point veronica and indigo just ignore themthey share exactly one brain cell #ask #oc:oktavian #oc:titus #oc:veronica #oc:aedan #mentioned

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thewrathofjinx · 2 years

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I'd like to say, I do NOT approve of self harm, do NOT do it. As someone who has used self harm as a coping mechanism, take it from me that it's a terrible excuse for a solution

This is roughly based off of real life experiences

Warnings - 16+, self harm, blood, panicking, panic attack, depression, drugs, alcohol, strong language

If there are any more, please tell me

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Lynh had been totally fine all day. In fact, she'd been pretty okay almost all week. And then, without warning, it struck.

Lynh's face fell. She hadn't been smiling, exactly, but not frowning. A horrible feeling crashed over her. The feeling of emptiness. The feeling of such emotional pain it was impossible to describe.

Lynh's right leg began bouncing nervously, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Her head started pounding. Of course. A headache always followed the first wave of depression.

Lynh stood up from her comfortable place on the couch, clutching her head. Will, her boyfriend, looked up from where he was pouring himself a glass of whiskey in the small kitchenette as Lynh stumbled past him to the bathroom.

Slamming the door behind her, Lynh slumped agaisnt the counter, her shaking hands fumbling with one of cabinets above the counter. Her fingers were shaking so badly that the small bag she was attempting to retrieve fell out of her grasp and onto the floor. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm her racing heart. Lynh was hyperventilating at this point, and desperate for the powder that would mean relief.

Stilling her hands as much as possible, Lynh grabbed the bag. After several moments, she finally managed to get the bag open. White powder spilled out all over the countertop, dusting into the sink and onto the floor. Lynh cussed, trying to gather the powder that was dusted across the counter, her shaking hands making the task infinitely hard.

The door opened. Lynh didn't glance up as Will came in. He frowned when he saw Lynh standing over the sink, shaking. Gently, he took her hands, pulling her towards him.

"Woah woah woah. Let's not go straight to the drugs, okay? Let's just-" Will was cut off by Lynh as she shoved her shaking form away from him, stumbling back against the wall.

"Fuck off," she hissed at him, her voice quiet and filled with pain. "Just fuck off. You don't get it. I need this. So just fuck off and leave me the fuck alone."

Will stepped toward Lynh again, his dark blue eyes filled with concern.

"Hey now, you don't mean that. And even if you did, I'm not leaving you."

Lynh was breathing heavily, her eyes wild, her whole frame trembling.

"I said," she growled, "get the fucking hell out."

Will stepped forward again, but Lynh pushed him away, hard. She looked up, and said softly, "please just leave. Please. I need you to get out. Now."

Will stared at her, running a hand through his brown hair.

"You sure?"

Lynh locked eyes with him.

"Yeah. Get the hell out of my house." Her voice had a deadly calm to it. "Get out," she repeated again when Will hesitated.

"Fine."

He turned, and left with a word. The sound of a door slamming followed a moment later. Lynh closed her eyes for a moment, then reached towards the counter again, finally managing to form a line with the white powder. Rifling in her pocket, Lynh pulled out a crumpled note. Folding it into a tube, she put it to her nose, snorting up the drugs.

Sagging back against the wall, Lynh slid down to the floor. She closed her eyes, blinking back the tears forming in them. He had actually left. Who knew when he would be back. Maybe never. A tear slid down Lynh's cheek. Abandoned. Again.

Lynh angrily wiped the tear from her face, then slammed her head back into the wall behind her. No crying. No crying. No crying. Crying is weakness. Crying is vulnerability. Lynh slammed her head back again. 'Stupid fucking useless shitty whore.' He was right. 'Worthless.' He was right. 'Fuck up.' He was right. 'Slut.' He was right. 'Nothing.' He was right.

Lynh staggered to her feet, pain shooting through her head. She couldn't sit there, her father's voice ringing through her mind. Barely able to stand, she slowly made her way back out to the kitchenette. The world was warping and spinning around her, blurring and whirling. 'Relief.' Lynh needed relief. Now. The drugs weren't working. Reality was fading. The pain, purely mental, soaked throughout her mind.

At last, Lynh reached the drawer holding her last lifeline. The kitchen knives. Her hands shaking horribly, Lynh barely managed to open the drawer and pull out the first knife her hands found. Colored spots appeared in her vision, the corners of the room fading to black.

Lynh could barely see the kitchen in front of her- instead, her apartment was fading into different shades of gray. Lynh felt as if she wasn't in her body, like she was floating up above it, looking down at herself. Without really thinking, Lynh lowered the knife to her arm. At the first sharp slice of pain, she snapped back to reality. At the second, she was almost aware again. The third, and she was back in her body, vision clear, pain burning through her arm.

Lynh took a deep breath, then looked down at her forearm. It would be a pain in the ass to cover it up. Sighing, Lynh dropped the knife onto the counter beside Will's forgotten glass of whiskey, and slumped onto the ground. Blood dripped down her arm onto her clothes and the floor. Pulling her legs up to her chest, Lynh pushed her head down onto her knees. She wrapped her left arm around her stomach, the right laying limp at her side, blood pooling on the tiles beneath it. Her tears formed two wet patches on her jeans, her body shaking with silent sobs. Alone. Again.

#hope this isn't cringe #shitty writing #short story #writer #shitty author #dark story #tw blood

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eveningdance · 10 days

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You Die For Them

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Giyuu:

The added grief of losing you hit Giyuu hard, and he retired from his position as pillar and left to hole himself up at his home. He refused most visitors except for Urokodaki, Shinobu (surprisingly), and the main four. He cried for you for days, refusing to eat or sleep, until Shinobu finally came to his home and pushed him to start living again. She was a very good crutch for him when the others couldn't be there, and they commiserated about loss of loved ones together. Giyuu refused to train a successor, naming Tanjiro his tsuguko and instead opting to live out the rest of his life alone.

Kyojuro:

Kyojuro mourned your death bitterly for a time with his family, and once that period was over, he came out of it with his usual outward demeanor. Your death was still a sore spot, but he was able to move past the despair, luckily, with the help of his family and friends. He grew determined to avenge your death and began to train himself ever harder.

Shinobu:

Shinobu seemed like she was taking it well at first, but after a while, she began to have private breakdowns, usually when reminded of her loved ones' deaths. During those dark periods, she cries and cries for hours on end, not leaving her room for anything. The other girls get very worried about her and try to help, but she refuses to see anyone. After a while, she comes back out, facade in place again, ready to help people. (She really, really sucks with managing her stress in a healthy way at this point.)

Gyomei:

Gyomei cried for hours after your death, praying and pleading for your spirit to go to the better place. After a while, he ceased mourning, but just the mention of you causes him to burst into tears again. He felt like scum, having to tell your family about what happened, but they understood and accepted him as an honorary son. Now he 'pays penance' for letting you die by helping your family. He never got over you, although he's at peace with the fact that your soul went to Heaven and that you'll be reincarnated nicely in the future.

Sanemi:

Sanemi violently refused to accept your death. He was moody for a long time, snapping and yelling at people who would mention you or tell him to let go. Eventually, though, his moodiness reached its boiling point, and it just so happened to be when Genya was tentatively visiting that he broke down into inconsolable tears, the two brothers holding each other while he wept bitterly. Ever since then, he's been a little nicer to Genya, deciding that his whole act of pushing him away would do nothing but leave him with more regrets if his precious little brother died before him.

... Boy, he had no idea.

Akaza:

Akaza fell into a deep depression for months on end about your passing. He blamed himself every single day for letting you sacrifice yourself, thinking that if he'd just been a better protector, then you'd still be alive. He did try to die at a slayer's hand once, but their utter bewilderment and kindness to him made him falter, and he fled the battle with more tears. Eventually, he managed to repress his emotions enough to regain some of his former bravado, but this time he was less cocky and more serious, preferring to end his battles quickly than to toy with his opponents and test their strength.

Douma:

Douma, for the first time in his decades of life, felt a deep and horrible sadness at your death. He'd eaten you, as per your last request (you didn't want your family to see your gory remains), but he hadn't liked doing it. He locked himself away for weeks, refusing anyone unless it was to feed on one of his servants. He was bitterly angry at himself for letting you die, and his frustration often made him lash out at those who he did see... it was quite the mess. Eventually, though, your orphans sought him out, demanding to see him. When he did meet them, they gave him a little bit of closure, giving him that snowflake necklace he'd given you all that time ago and telling him that you would've wanted him to keep it. Tearfully, he allows himself to become more emotional with your kids.

Ever since that day, the orphans have lived at the compound, some of them training to pick up your mantle. Douma bounced mostly back to his cheerful self, but your death left painful scars on his heart that will never heal.

Kokushibo:

Kokushibo didn't react much at first. He notified your parents (and aunt), gave you a proper burial, and wished you goodbye. But sometimes, at unexpected moments, he'd think of you and a tear would come to his eye. He tried his best not to show his torment, but even Muzan could see how upset he was at your passing. Kokushibo became colder and more withdrawn, determined to never involve himself with a human again.

Muzan:

Muzan was pissed. So very, very pissed. The love of his life -- the first one, most likely -- sacrificed herself so that he, the king of all demons, could live? What kind of backwards logic was this? He was angry at you for quite a while after your death, but eventually that anger gave way to his deeper sorrow at having lost you. Your death created new wounds that would never heal (much like Yoriichi's blade), and he became even more determined to move forward with his plans and conquer the sun. Once he did that, then perhaps he could find a way to bring you back.

Yoriichi:

Yoriichi silently cried over you after you died. Your death left another heavy scar on his heart, and it was enough to push him over the edge and finally retire. First Uta, his unborn baby, and now you? It was time for him to go off and be alone, no matter how much he hated leaving his friends. He never got over your death until his dying day against Kokushibo. He tied the flute pouch with one of your hair ribbons, both as a way to keep a part of you with him, and to never forget you.

#kny x reader #female reader #cw death

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lillikoifish · 7 months

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Hunter/killer story stuff below~~~

Hunter probably got obsessed because hes jaded and sad and empty inside, locked in a deep depression from fighting in so many wars. He’s good at what he does, and enjoys it, sure, but there’s not any real pleasure from killing. There’s no joy in it. It’s been too long since anything made him happy, for longer than a fleeting instant, too long since he even laughed. Mission after mission, they all blur together. Memories that should haze, pure and crystal clear in his mind, but they don’t bring anything but vague numbness. He’s good, the best, but didn’t think there could be more to life anymore, not for him.

And then one day he’s home, for once, and walking into a… coffee shop, a library, maybe a bar. Someplace intimate and dark, with not many people. He sees Layla. He thinks shes very lovely to look at, in an academic sort of way, but doesn’t really think more on it. Then they are forced to interact, maybe she bumps into him and spills a drink or something. Some cliche that is so boring but still entertaining, but all that really matters is they are face to face. I always pictured Hunter as a motorcyclist who never takes his helmet off when he’s out in public, and not on mission, so here they are, and he has coffee or booze on his shirt, and Layla is frantically trying to fix it.

She’d definitely leap into action, reaching into a purse or backpack for a paper towel, and bringing out a tide pen for any stains, heedlessly cleaning Hunter up without pausing or thinking too hard. Probably babbling apologies, thanking him for being patient and not being upset, and when she finishes, just saying some dumb joke. Some stupid dad joke like “I guess I fell for you, but luckily this shirt is made of boyfriend material!” And she’s grinning like that should totally work but mostly she’s just realizing this is a trainwreck and she should flee, and after Hunter just continues to stare, unmoving, still masked, she coughs, apologizes again, and leaves.

He would probably realize, long after he sat down and returned home empty handed, that he had a soft little smile on his face. Layla made him smile, made him feel a little better, a little joy, which was amazing… so amazing… he had to see her again. Well Hunter is not great at normal social interaction, but he is fantastic at hunting, so, social norms be damned, he does some research. He finds her, social media makes it easy, learns everything about her, he finds her address, he finds a vantage point to see into her home while she can’t see him. He watches her, he hacks into her devices so he can watch her every move, he finds her medical history, school records, he leaves no stone unturned. Hes starving for information, ravenous for more of her, sees exactly how special she is, wants her more than anything. Its disgusting how much he wants her for himself.

All the while poor Layla notices nothing. Sometimes she remembers the bar and gives herself such a facepalm. But other than that she doesnt think of Hunter again, how could she? He didnt even speak when they met. She could never know what was coming next.

#hunter/killer story #he loves her! uhhhh #yandere

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geminiamethyst · 1 year

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Running. Chapter 32: Making Peace

Chapter 1: click HERE

Chapter 31: click HERE

Chapter 33: click HERE

By time Mondo had gotten him and Maki back to the Den, the sun had almost completely set and Tokyo was lit up brightly. They didn’t mean to be out for much longer than they did, but after meeting up with the Crazy Diamonds, and Mondo needing to make some “pit stops” as he put it, the day had almost been finished. Needless to say, Maki felt glad that they got back safely. She was quite surprised to not see the Council members, but she wasn’t willing to jinx their luck just yet. As they stopped in front of the garage door, Maki glanced around cautiously before opening it up. Mondo parked up inside it, next to Kaito’s. Maki briefly wondered how long Kaito and Taka had been back for as she closed the garage door and heard an electronic click as it locked.

“Hey Maki? You think I’m doin’ the right thing?” Mondo asked as he hopped off of the bike.

“Tread carefully and we’ll see.” Maki smiled slyly as she pulled out a small white box. Mondo would’ve retaliated, but he only looked down and nodded before taking the box from Maki’s hand. Since Miu and Keebo had left the second door unlocked for them, they calmly made their way back into the Den. They could hear talking, by the sounds of it from Miu and Keebo. Kaito and Taka might be somewhere else at this point. They entered the main room, finding a bit of a sight. Keebo was laying down on the metal table, being very still. Miu had her back to the entrance as she was bending over the robot, reaching for a tool from the table next to her. Something triggered inside Mondo. An image of him being a position very similar to Keebo, struggling against the restraints and feeling cruel metal dig into his skin.

“Hey! What are you doing to him?!” Mondo suddenly roared. Not expecting the sudden arrival, Miu let out a squeal and fell backwards in shock.

“It’s okay, Owada. Miu was giving me some upgrades. I’m perfectly unharmed.” Keebo calmly said as he sat up rapidly. His chest was opened up, exposing some of his wiring and exoskeleton. He closed it up before he could accidentally freak the biker out even further.

“Next time, learn to knock, dipshit!” Miu yelled, getting to her feet and waving a wrench threateningly at Mondo. Mondo looked around, almost as if he had forgotten where he was for a moment. He took a couple of deep breaths, reminding himself that he wasn’t in the Facility. He wasn’t where danger was. He was safe.

“Sorry, bad flashbacks about you know what.” Mondo said, head down in shame.

“Understandable.” Keebo said as he got off of the table. Miu’s anger depleted as well as she realised what Mondo had meant. Kaito stood in the doorway to the kitchen. He had heard the ruckus and wanted to make sure that everything was okay. Upon seeing Maki, he felt his nerves calm down. He was starting to get anxious and wanted to start looking for her and Mondo.

“Welcome back. I was starting to get worried.” He smiled as he made himself known and approached the two. He felt like he needed to change the subject before it got too depressing. “How’d it go?”

“Found my old gang! They’re doing great!” Mondo smiled gleefully. “They know about my powers as well. I felt like they deserve to know since I went missing suddenly.”

“Will they it a secret?” Miu asked cautiously.

“Definitely! A man ain’t a man if he breaks promises!” Mondo continued to grin.

“You said it!” Kaito agreed, grinning himself. Maki couldn’t help but roll her eyes a little. She had an inkling that Kaito and Mondo were similar in a way, but she didn’t realise by how much.

“They said that they’re ready to help if we need it, but that’s a last resort.” Mondo added, becoming serious. “Don’t want any of them getting hurt over this if I can help it.” Understandable. The way that Mondo had spoken about the gang before, he saw they’d as family that he wanted to keep safe. Kaito would be lying if he said that he didn’t know how that felt. After all, he was keeping his grandparents safe as he best he could too. He would be devastated if anything had happened to them.

“Didn’t think you’d be the type to hand out with multiple men without your boy toy Maki.” Miu smirked, unable to keep the crudeness to herself.

“Do you wanna die?” Maki glared. Miu whimpered as she started to hide behind Keebo. Mondo laughed a little bit, but then realised that something wasn’t right. Normally a certain someone with a loud mouth would’ve made himself known or made a comment by now. He wasn’t even telling Miu off like he had done so countless times for her comments and behaviour.

“Where’s Ishimaru?” Mondo blurted out. The mood was suddenly switched. All the smiles and cheeriness was wiped clean. Miu, Keebo and Kaito were downcast as they recalled what had happened when Kaito and Taka returned earlier than they planned to. Mondo glanced at Maki but she was just as confused as he was.

“In his room. We went to see his dad but….it wasn’t a good turn out.” Kaito finally answered, his tone sympathetic to the Limitless. He glanced up towards where Taka had locked himself away. There hadn’t been a peep out of him at all.

“What happened?” Maki asked cautiously, dreading the worse.

“His dad is MIA. I don’t know what Taka was told, but he’s not in a good state right now.” Kaito explained, rubbing the back of his neck. Mondo glanced up at the closed door. It was almost eerie at how silent it was up there. If it weren’t for the fact that the rooms were soundproof, anyone would think that Taka might not be in there. Without thinking about it too much, he started to make his way to the stairs.

“Mondo, I don’t think-” Kaito started before Maki gently grabbed his wrist.

“Let him go.” Was all that she said.

“What if he tries to start an argument with Taka again?” Kaito asked. The last thing that Taka needed right now was Mondo winding him up.

“I don’t think he will. Did you not see the box that he was carrying?” Maki smiled knowingly. The three around her exchanged a confused glance before looking at Mondo again. He kept the box clenched in his hand as he trailed up the stairs, ignoring everything else around him.

“What’s he up to?” Keebo asked, tilting his head a little.

“You’ll see.” Maki smiled again. Despite her smile though, she hoped that Mondo didn’t mess this up.

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‘How do you want to do this? Open the door? Nah, he’ll have a go at me. Like I give a shit but still.’ Mondo thought to himself as he approached the closed bedroom door. He still wondered why he was doing this, but he decided to lock that away for the time being. If he and Taka were going to be forced to travel together with the two kids, he might as well try to get along with the guy. He had noticed, that he tried before a couple of times, but then problems start up and the temporary peace was gone. He recalled back to when Kaito was down about his first fight with Maki and what Taka said about giving time and trying to break the tension first since Kaito started the problem. It worked out in the end and Kaito and Maki acted like the fight had never happened. Mondo can’t remember if he was the one that started the fighting or if it was Taka, but that didn’t matter right now.

Swallowing all the pride that he had, Mondo pushed the doorbell. He waited a moment, but nothing happened. So he rang the bell again. That seemed to do it as there was finally some life in the room. Or at least, that’s how it seemed when the door handle moved. The door opened an inch, a small bit of mist trailing out. That’s not good.

“Who is it?” Taka’s voice asked, cracking for the strain of using his voice. He kept himself hidden behind the door.

“Room service.” Mondo shrugged. He heard a sharp intake of breath before Taka could be heard shuffling further away from the door. “Look, can you let me see ya? Don’t feel like bustin’ your door.”

It took a while. Mondo wasn’t sure but he thought that he heard Taka sniffing and rubbing his face. He didn’t do anything, he stayed where he was and waited as patiently as he could. It was honestly harder than people made it look. His patience has always been as thin as paper, but he’s not breaking it right now. Finally the door opened. Mondo couldn’t hold back a shiver as he felt cold air hit him. Geez this guy must really be in a mess if he froze his whole room again, like he did back at the motel. Taka stood there. He looked like a sorry sight. His posture was sagging instead of being upright. His eyes were red and sore looking as there were crystal clear trails going down his face.

“You crying?” Mondo couldn’t help but exclaim. He mentally punched himself in the face as he realised that was probably not the best way to start this conversation.

“Can I help you, Owada? Because if you’ve come here to start another fight, I don’t have the energy to do that.” Taka sniffed, wiping his tears away, doing all that he could to not lose his composure.

“Heard about what happened. Sorry.” Mondo spoke sympathetically, being as honest as he could. Taka’s eyes suddenly sharpened as his head snapped up to look at him.

“Don’t! My dad’s not dead! So please don’t speak to me like he is!” He suddenly shouted, the air getting even colder. Mondo stepped back a little, realising that he might have accidentally struck a nerve. “No one bothered to look for him. Or me. As far as everyone knows, I’m a dead man walking. Even after seeing me, the new chief of police won’t reopen my case and correct it as me being alive. Now I have lost everything. My home, my future, my father!”

Mondo stood there silently as Taka just let the words flood out. He couldn’t say anything back to that. He didn’t think that things would be hit that badly for Taka. It’s one thing to be declared as missing, but pronounced dead without real evidence? Mondo always had a disliking towards the justice system, but now he hated it even more. This Chief of Police bastard didn’t deserve his badge or anything remotely close as far as he considered. Why did Mondo care about this so much anyway? He wasn’t exactly friends with Taka, but even he believed that the guy deserved none of this bullshit that he was hearing.

“So if you’ve come to argue, you’ll be wasting your breath. And if you’ve come to gloat because you’ve found your gang, then congratulations.” Taka continued, now drained from his speech. He cleared his throat as he felt like he was going to have another meltdown. He can’t do that in front of the biker, he’d never hear the end of it. “Now please, leave me alone.”

“Wait!” Mondo exclaimed, grabbing the door as Taka made a move to close it. Taka wasn’t impressed, but he stayed still. Swallowing his pride again, Mondo offered the box to the other Limitless. “Here.”

“What’s this?” Taka asked, glancing down at the box.

“Peace offering.” Mondo grumbled, his cheeks suddenly going a little red. Taka glanced between the box and biker a few times before he gently took the object in his still bandaged hands. Mondo bit back a wince when he saw a few ice crystals on the wrappings. Taka ignored it as he anxiously raced himself for what could be in the box. He was expecting a bad prank or something. So he was quite surprised when he was proven wrong. He opened the box, revealing a pair of white gloves. They were almost identical to his old ones, only with pads on the index fingers so he could use touch screens. He held one of the gloves in his hand, inspecting the material. It wasn’t too thick, but just enough to contain his powers, just like his old ones.

“Owada…” Taka breathed, suddenly forgetting how depressed he was.

“Look before you start, I couldn’t get a helmet for ya. Too fucking expensive.” Mondo started, having a feeling that Taka might ask about that.

“Owada-“ Taka started again, suddenly sounding stern again.

“So you’d better put up with not having one for a bit longer you-“ Mondo continued, ignoring the other Limitless’s tone.

“MONDO!” Taka abruptly yelled. Mondo went silent just as suddenly. He can’t remember a time when Taka had ever said his first name. That was more than enough to surprise him. Taka’s posture relaxed slightly and he had a smile on his face. “Thank you.”

Mondo opened his mouth, but clammed it shut suddenly. He just suddenly felt his cheeks were heating up again, this time a bit more than a minute ago. Was it getting hot? Stupid question, Mondo was always hot thanks to his powers. This felt different than normal. This is ridiculous. He needs to back out before he does something completely stupid.

“Whatever.” He grumbled before skulking back the way he came. He felt Taka watch him for a bit before he heard the door close. Good. He did what he needed to do and hopefully it was more than enough. It was technically his fault that he destroyed Taka’s gloves (even though Kugutsu had a huge bulk of the blame), so he felt like it was a good start. Now he just needs to get a helmet for the uptight guy and he won’t have to do anymore favours. Still, it was a bit of a weird feeling that he felt when Taka smiled at him. It honestly scared him a little.

He only had one question in mind:

What the hell happened?

#running fic #limitless sequel #Kaimaki #ishimomdo #drv3 #DR #miu iruma #keebo #kaito momota #maki haruwaka #Kiyotaka Ishimaru #mondo owada #super power au

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