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spiritmunie · 5 months

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Do you have any rec for toxic destiel fics? Besides with understanding

He Can’t Sleep by 60r3d0m

This fic focuses on Cas really struggling mentally after Lucifer's possession of him, and Dean flailing while trying to help him, and on top of that Cas is losing his grace. I was talking about this fic with Doe yesterday... it is seriously so memorable but I don't want to spoil too much

i fold in half so easily by AreYouReady

Basically this fic shows how Cas tries to reconcile what ended up happening to Jack in season 15 with his love for Dean, something I think is really hard to do but this fic does well :))

A Winter’s Tale by NorthernSparrow

This fic isn't really toxic persay, but it chronicles Cas' time being homeless in a journal he wrote in. It's also kind of a gen fic. I just love this one because it hurts so much to read but it's so well written. This author is really good at fleshing out details about the world, so I've read most of their fics.

I Shall Not Want by domesticadventures

Now that I like Sam so much, this fic is special to me because it deals a lot with Dean and Sam's codependency issues hahaha. The fic also has a lot of Cas struggling to be human, which is one of my favorite things.

On Labor a_good_soldier

tw for dubious consent

This is a post 15x18 fic where Dean sleeps with Cas out of gratefulness / because he thinks it will keep Cas from leaving him. This one is popular so you might have seen it before.

Cuckoo and Nest by komodobits

Another fic with Human-ish Cas and miscommunication issues <3 I haven't read this in a while so I don't remember much but it's good.

wrap orion’s belt around my neck by sonatine

tw for dubious consent

All these author's fics just have really beautiful prose <333 the fic is about Dean loving Cas throughout the years in different vessels- the dubious consent warning is for the vessels and the baby trapping

White Noise by saltyfeathers

I think this fic is the most similar to With Understanding in terms of the alternate universe, the psychological horror, and the subject matter, but I don't want to reveal too much about the plot :))

#None of these are as toxic as with understanding though...#anyway destiel fics love to sprinkle in miscommunication all the time which i appreciate bc it's pretty much my favorite trope #i would love to find more gen fics and other ships that have crazy miscommunication...#thanks for the ask anon!#i only recently got good at organizing my bookmarks on ao3 so sorry i don't have more recs #any other toxic destiel fic I may have read is lost to the void but these are the ones i remember #asks #tw dubcon #tw consent issues #fic recs #destiel

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vivitheanimaxen · 7 months

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Zedaph was ever so fascinated with the mer that Impulse had found washed up on the beach near their house. How couldn't he be? Science knew more about space then the depths of the ocean, after all. It almost wasn't surprising to find out that merpeople were real.

It might have been a touch of medical malpractice to hop him up on painkillers meant for dolphins, but it wasn't like Zedaph had any painkillers for merpeople lying around, and with the sheer amount of lacerations and the broken wrist and the bruised and possibly broken ribs, he had to give the mer something or it would have most definitely been medical malpractice. And extremely cruel.

Zedaph might be a bit of an unethical scientist, but he wasn't cruel.

The first time he saw the mer, it had been when Skizz had torn him away from his lab down to one of the smaller rehab rooms that was normally reserved for overflow patients because of how out of the way it normally was. Skizz hadn't said much more that there was a 'really hurt animal' and that he'd need a rescue kit and how was Zedaph supposed to say no? It had been too quick for him to realize that there really should have been a team already on this cause technically Zedaph was off duty right now, but sometimes more than one animal came in, especially when the storms had been bad.

Impulse had been waist deep in the pool, bloody water lapping up over the tiles. For a moment, Zedaph hadn't been able to see the other figure in the water with Impulse, and his body had flushed cold with the thought of all that blood belonging to Impulse--

And then he saw the tail fluke break the surface. Impulse had a hold on the thing in a catch pole, keeping it submerged and away from himself as it struggled. That wasn't good. It might hurt itself, or Impulse.

Zed dropped to his knees at the edge of the pool, opening up the medical kit, "Impulse, what happened? Are you hurt anywhere?"

"No, no, it's just the--" Impulse cut off as the mer thrashed again, drawing Zedaph's eyes.

He had to pause for the precious moments it took him to look at what was in front of him. To really look. It was hard to see in the reddish water, almost impossible to tell where the scarlet of blood ended and where the ruby of scales began. But-- he could see the eyes as red as fire coral, full of what could only be fear, and the torn up gills working overtime along it's neck and chest. He could see the blond hair, matted with seaweed and sand, and--

"I found him washed up, all tangled in a fishing net. He's cut up in a lot of places and I think his right wrist is broken. I-- You can fix it, right?"

"I-- yeah. Maybe." Zedaph shook himself, "We need to stop the bleeding first. Skizz, can you help Impulse wrangle?"

Zed sorted through the thankfully well organized box of supplies, pulling out a suture set and waterproof bandages and-- after a moment-- a dose of painkillers. He'd thankfully grabbed a dolphin kit, and the merperson looked to be about the size of one. Zedaph didn't know if he was a conscious breather like one either, so dolphin meds it was. Until Zed knew more about him, at least.

It was a very tense job, sewing up the worst of the cuts in the merperson's skin and sticking bandages over the rest of the cuts and splinting his wrist. Zedaph would do a much more thorough examination of him once the painkillers kicked in and they'd all had a long moment to calm down and once the worst of the danger was passed.

Zedaph also wanted to wait and let the water clear of blood, for everyone's benefit. He knew some marine creatures got more aggressive if there was blood in the water. And all that muck in the water couldn't be helping the creature's ability to breathe. But Impulse had said he'd been able to breathe air too? Even though he had gills.

Again, this would require more observation to figure out.

The third time Zedaph had to do an examination of the mercreature, the three of them were there-- Impulse, Skizz, and himself. He was incredibly grateful for that fact-- and for Skizz's reflexes-- When the mer lunged at them with a snap and almost took a couple of Zedaph's fingers off. The only thing that'd stopped a bloody end for Zedaph's hand was a catch pole shoved between the mer and his tasty tasty flesh.

Zedaph had inspected the bite mark later. He'd seen the other one that the mer had mangled, but it was another thing entirely to see it happen right in front of him. The pole was made of stuff strong enough to survive a crocodile's bite, and yet--

Lets just say that it wasn't reusable after that examination.

Fascinating indeed.

#zedaph #tangotek #team zits #team zits au #viviwrites #emberfish au #dont mind me #this one is pretty early in the timeline #but i simply couldn't help myself #merman au #medical care #injury tw #stitches tw #miscommunication #language barrier

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hazelhearts · 1 year

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We'll Be Alright

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

summary: love takes time, especially when the person you love hurts you in the worst way possible

content/warnings: suicidal thoughts, depressive thoughts, miscommunication trope, wandavision, heartbreak

note/request: ahh my first wanda fic! it's been a long time coming. i put so much of myself into this one so I hope you guys love it as much as I do. warning, it hurts bad.

word count: 2.1k words

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Staying behind on missions had been a pretty normal thing for you over the past couple of weeks. You could listen to the dumb reasons Tony talked about for hours and hours every day, but the simpler thought is that he's an ass.

Usually Wanda would insist on staying back with you, but she didn't say a word this time. You assumed it was because of Vision. Things have gotten pretty tense between them the past couple of days, and sadly it wasn't the bad kind of tense.

Anyone with eyes could see that Wanda was gorgeous. But beyond that she was kind, compassionate, independent, and knew what she wanted. Not many people could say that these days. Especially not the clump of metal that's been trying to win her over.

Loving Wanda was honestly one of the worst things you could have ever done for yourself. She's been an emotional rock since Pietro, barely letting anyone in. You had only recently broken down some of the barriers, able to convince her to hang out with you. Most of the time it was just sitting silently in each others presence, but that was enough for you.

As the thoughts continued to run through your head, your phone suddenly rang. It took a couple of rings to really gain your attention, but the caller ID made you pick up so fast that it didn't really matter.

"Wanda?"

"Hey Y/N, um Tony wanted me to tell you to make sure that you washed the dishes. Something about how you kept skipping your assigned days?" The joy of talking to Wanda was always dulled by the mention of stick up his ass Stark. Sure you'd skipped a couple of days, but Thor loved doing them! He said that they didn't have to do it in Asgard and that it was one of his favorite mortal pastimes.

"Yeah, tell the asshole that they'll be done. But not because he wants me to, because I wanna eat dinner at some point tonight and the man doesn't touch a dirty dish." Wanda's laugh made the annoying remark worth it, the image of her smile making you grin like an idiot.

"Okay well that's all. See you later." She hung up before you could get out another word. Damn, so much for trying to be smooth Y/N.

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The team returned about two hours later, minimal injuries across the board. Wanda seemed to be the worse off. If you looked really closely, you could see a slight limp.

"Wanda-"

"C'mon, let's patch you up." If you weren't in front of the entire team, you'd crush that tin man into a cube and ship him to the nearest manufacturing facility.

Wanda and Vision walked into her room, practically staring into each other's souls. You were disgusted by the pda, that's all. Right?

"Stark, what's on the menu tonight?" Steve received a glare that was probably supposed to be intimidating but ended up making him look constipated.

"Whatever I put on the table. Now scram, or no one gets fed." You had never seen so many full-grown adults run out of a room at the same time.

You stopped in front of Wanda's room hoping the asshole of a robot was gone. For once, your wish was granted.

"Wands?" You lightly knocked on the door frame to keep from startling her. She nodded her head at you, as distant as ever.

"Wanna watch a movie? I picked out a few I thought you'd like." You knew there was too much hope in your voice but you couldn't help it. Since the titanium twat waffle showed up, you barely ever had a moment alone with Wanda.

"I'm sorry Y/N. Vision and I were actually going to do something tonight. Maybe some other time?" You forced the smile to stay on your face, refusing to show her any negative emotions.

"Oh yeah, sure. Another time." You walked out without another word, debating on asking Tony to deactivate the thorn in your side before you did it yourself.

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You began to feel immune to the passing of days as you and Wands drifted further and further apart. Every second she wasn't on a mission was spent with Vision. Your heart broke more every day, if that was even possible.

The rest of the team had started to notice your absence. Even when you were with them physically, you were somewhere else. They knew that asking Wanda to read your mind was out of the question. You had clarified that the first time the idea was spoken. Since then, they've all worried in silence. Even shithead Stark was starting to worry about you.

The team (minus you, Wanda, and Vision) got together and put it to a vote. Who would be the one to check on you? None of them really wanted to since emotions were not their strong suit, but it had to be done. The vote ended in a tie between Nat and Steve. Steve, being the only one brave enough to actually do it, knocked on your door a few minutes later.

"Y/N? It's Steve. Can I come in?" No response.

"Y/N, give me some sign that you're alive." Nothing, yet again.

"Alright, I'm coming in." Steve opened the door and there you were, staring out the window.

There were dark bags under your eyes, dried tears splattered across your face, and a haze over your eyes that Steve hadn't ever seen before. Your clothes looked like they hadn't been washed in weeks, as they probably hadn't. Your room was surprisingly clean, seeming as if no one had lived in it for quite a long time. It was true, since what you were doing wasn't really living.

"Y/N..." He knelt down next to the chair you were in, looking out the window. He knew you probably didn't want to talk, but you had to. No one had heard a single word come out of your mouth in months. Not even Wanda.

"Y/N/N, talk to me kid. I'm worried, Nat's worried, we're all worried. You haven't said a word in months, you barely eat, and you barely ever leave this room. I need you to talk to me." Your head turned towards Steve, absent look still present behind your eyes.

"Do you ever feel like the universe is plotting against you? Like, every time you find happiness, it comes in and squashes it?" Your voice was completely monotone apart from the scratch that showed just how unused it was.

"Kid, I should have been dead ages ago. I lost the woman I loved, the life I was living, and my best friend in what felt like a month to me. So yeah, I understand." Your head turned back to the window, but your eyes slowly focused more on the area around you.

"I'm just tired, Steve. I'm so damn tired. I'm tired of hurting, I'm tired of thinking, and honestly I think I'm even tired of living. Everything hurts." Steve's hand came up to rub your back, giving you the slightest bit of comfort.

"Well, let's wake you up. I know that there's no automatic remedy, but we can try can't we? How about you start with a nice shower, brushing your teeth, and changing out of these nasty clothes?" Your hand found Steve's on the armrest of the chair, giving it a light squeeze.

"Are you saying I stink Rogers?" You both let out a laugh, his much stronger than yours, but still a laugh. The first laugh you'd had in months. It felt good.

"God yes. You smell like a sewer. Now, go." Steve laughed as he left the room, and you got out of the chair.

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"Y/N/N! We missed you!" Thor practically ran to you and scooped you up into a hug, cutting off all of your oxygen.

"Can't- breathe. Thor, o-oxygen!"

"Shit! Sorry tiny." He finally let you go, your face slowly gaining back color. You smiled, really smiled.

"I might be tiny but that doesn't mean I can't beat the shit out of you blondie!" Everyone laughed, happy to have a bit of the old Y/N back, no matter how little.

"I made breakfast!" Tony came around in his signature Kiss the Cook apron, a huge plate on pancakes holding on for dear life.

"God, you read my mind." You and the rest of the team rushed to the table, excited as ever to scarf down every bit of food within reach.

One thing you did happen to notice was Wanda. She sat next to you, as far away from Vision as possible. You dismissed it, trying not to get your hopes up as it didn't work out well at all last time.

You practically inhaled the food, finishing three plates in record time. You even beat Thor's personal record, pissing him off more than ever.

You saw Wanda approach you out of the corner of your eye, keeping your head facing down towards the sink. You were sure that these dishes had never been as thoroughly scrubbed as they were right then.

"Y/N? Can we talk?" You risked looking up at her, seeing only sadness behind those beautiful emerald eyes you loved. The sight made you want to throw up.

"Yeah sure, we can go to my room." You put the final dish away, leading Wanda towards your room and shutting the door behind you.

"Okay, what's up?" Before you could even fully turn around, Wanda collapsed into your arms. You grabbed onto her as tightly as you could, holding her as close to you as you could manage.

"I missed you. God, I missed you so much. I read your thoughts, I know you asked me not to, but I had to! You were never around and I was worried! I saw everything, everything about me." You were definitely going to puke.

"Oh god Wanda. You were never supposed to see that." You averted your eyes, unable to look at the woman you loved. You couldn't face her rejection when you were just starting to pick yourself back up.

"Y/N, look at me, please." She put her finger under your chin, raising your head enough to look into her eyes.

"I love you, I should have said it sooner. I just- I thought you could never feel the same way. You were always so fun and amazing, I never thought you'd want me. So, I went to Vision, trying to get over you. But it didn't work! I can't stop thinking about you, and I think you can't stop thinking about me either." The words you always wanted to hear were finally spoken to you, and all you felt was dread.

"Wanda, of course I still think about you. I can't help it. But I'm not in the place for a relationship right now. I just started trying to get myself back together. I just started recovering from the first time you broke me. I can't put myself through that again yet. No matter how much I love you, I need to love me for a while." Wanda slowly nodded her head, averting her eyes this time.

"It's not a no, it's a give me time. I don't wanna make you wait, but I can't do it. I love you Wanda, so much, and knowing you feel the same way about me? I'm over the moon. But I need time, time to gather all these thoughts I'm having and pull myself together." You grabbed Wanda's hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

"I understand. I'm happy you're taking care of yourself." She smiled at you. You could tell it was forced, but you appreciated the effort.

"Do you think we can be friends, y'know, until you're ready?" You smiled right back at Wanda, yours much more sincere than hers.

"I would want nothing more. But, I do have one request."

"What might that be?" Wanda smirked, making you even more confident in what you were about to do.

"This." You kissed her. You poured every bit of love and care you had for her into the kiss, expressing all the words you couldn't say with the movements of your tongue and lips. Wanda kissed back just as passionately, love nearly drowning you.

You both knew that it would take time. You needed to heal, and Wanda did too. You'd both been through a lot, emotionally and mentally. But, until you got your happy ending, you could have her by your side supporting you in the same way she used to. That would be enough, for now.

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#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #mcu #marvel #mcu x reader #steve rogers #natasha romanoff #thor odinson #tony stark #vision #tw depressive thoughts #tw suicidal thoughts #miscommunication #wanda maximoff imagine #the scarlet with #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda imagine #elizabeth olsen

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besttropeveershowdown · 1 month

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The Worst Trope Ever Showdown: Round 2, Side A

Miscommunication

Characters misunderstand each other’s intentions and it affects the way they interact with each other

Propaganda:

Oh My God. THE WORST! Manufactured drama over things that Would Not Be A Problem if the characters would just get their shit together! Worse if it's only a misunderstanding because one of the characters is holding the idiot ball that episode or takes something out of context and gets their feelings hurt or anything else that makes the misunderstanding feel Really Super Preventable! I hate this! I hate it so much! I get why it's used so much because hello easy drama but it feels Cheap!

it's the worst because it could be solved very easily with a conversation. and it provides no real conflict

Oh my gosh PLEASE JUST TALK IT OUT I CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS!

I get that it’s a thing that happens in real life but it’s so frustrating it watch play out especially when it’s multiple episodes

JUST TALK LIKE A NORMAL PERSON. You have a phd in this show please you know how to just say “oh I was helping her move out” and explain yourself. Why do the characters forget how to talk for the two seconds that the writers need to extend the movie. When it’s a reasonable miscommunication it’s fine but let’s be honest Hallmark killed all good miscommunication plots.

Oversaturated and tired.

Honor Thy Abuser

Abuse victims are expected by the narrative to forgive and respect their abusers.

Propaganda:

While this could be done well and with moral complexity, most of the time it's just kind of shitty and vilifying towards the understandable resentment one might feel towards someone who abused them.

#the worst trope ever showdown #wtes polls #anti tropeaganda #miscommunication #honor thy abuser #tw abuse

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rd-eternity · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 9: "Learning everything ain't what it seems, that's the thing about these days.” | Polaroid | Mistaken Identity | “You're a liar.” WITH THE ALTS OF: Miscommunication | Betrayal

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Summary: The McCall pack keeps telling Liam to stay way from Theo, that he's not changed and is prone to backstabbing them again, growing especially concerned when the two start dating. Not long after, Theo disappears, and the pack thinks he’s joined Monroe as a traitor, which Liam doesn’t believe. Until he goes to look for him.

Deeper into the preserve, the scent gets stronger with every step he takes, until the hunters meet up with another group. Liam could cry. Theo’s standing next to Monroe. His arms are bloody, but his otherwise untouched, standing silently like a watchful entity. No chains. No gun to his head. No fearful chemosignals, only ones of confidence and smug pride. A knot twists in Liam’s stomach. He knows Theo could kill every hunter there with his eyes closed, one hand tied behind his back. But he’s just standing there. Next to Monroe, watching her every word. Liam doesn’t hear her at all. Nausea fills his stomach, up to his throat. Theo kneels, opening a hatch in the ground, speaking lowly to the hunters. It’s a Dread Doctors Operating Theater. And he led them right to it.

#thiam #archive of our own #theo raeken #liam dunbar #teen wolf #whumptober2023 #fanfiction #no.9 #mistaken identity #you're a liar #polaroid #miscommunication #betrayal #poisoning tw #angst with a hopeful ending #fic moodboard

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constantcrisis19 · 2 years

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would you do a part 2 to dirty little secret? maybe more angst but a happy ending? it was so good !!!

Ocean Eyes

Billy Hargrove x GN S/O

AN: I know that it took me a hot minute to respond (the finished product ended up being quite a bit longer than my usual word count) but I finally got it done! I do hope that y'all enjoy the fic! Go ahead and check out Dirty Little Secret if you haven't already so that you don't miss anything!

Word Count: 2,318

Warnings: Panic attacks, anxiety, and thoughts of suicide.

Billy skipped the rest of school, slamming the door to his camaro shut and revving the engine before haphazardly peeling out of the parking lot. He broke speed limits on the way back to his shitty house on Cherry Lane, blaming the way the world blurred around him on how fast he was going rather than the tears impeding his vision.

He hit the steering wheel. Once. Twice.

Then his house suddenly came into view and he hit the brakes, yanking the wheel hard enough to skid into the driveway. The car jerked to a stop, the only sound other than the growl of the engine being Billy’s labored breathing.

He threw the camaro into park and turned the key, the silence suffocating and unwelcome, he wasn’t sure what to do now that he’d managed to make it home.

He kicked the door open, leaving his messenger bag in the backseat as he aggressively shut it behind him and made his way toward the house. The front door opened before he got to it, Neil darkening the doorway, staring down at him with his arms crossed over his chest.

A part of Billy cowered under Neil’s stare but a much louder, more destructive part told him to stand his ground. He shoved past Neil, pushing through the space between him and the frame and only got a couple of feet in before his father stopped him with a shove, the abrupt attack sending him to the floor.

“Don’t you ignore me, boy.”

Billy’s hands curled into fists as he pushed up to his elbows, his heartbeat thundering in his ears when Neil planted a boot onto his back and pressed him flat to the floor. The man never took them off, only removing the footwear when he went to sleep.

“What the hell are you doing skipping out on school?”

And Billy couldn’t help it, he began to laugh, some hysterical thing that began in his roiling gut and made his whole body tremble. He just wanted to be done with it all.

And he knew how he could get what he wanted.

“Fuck you.” Billy spat against the dirty hardwood, the pressure against the small of his back increasing as Neal leaned down over him, causing the blond to hiss, his nails scratching over the floor to keep from struggling under the man's weight.

“What’d you say to me?” Neil’s tone was acidic, causing Billy’s lungs to momentarily seize in fear.

“Nothing.” Billy murmured just loud enough for Neil to catch, the foot on his back lifting. He had a moment to feel relief before the blunt toe of the man’s boot caught his ribs, causing Billy to curl up just as another kick landed.

“Nothing…?” Neil prompted, letting up in order to allow Billy the chance to talk.

“Nothing, sir.” Billy said between breaths, pissed off that all his plans were thwarted by his natural instinct to submit and show his belly whenever Neil so much as looked at him. It was infuriating to have so little control.

With one last kick, the man spit on the floor next to Billy and walked away, his heavy footsteps fading before the front door opened and shut, signaling Neil’s departure.

Billy remained curled up on the floor for what felt like hours, just laying there and breathing through the soreness in his sides. He let out a choked laugh that turned into a sob as if he just couldn’t decide whether to be angry or sad.

He convinced his aching body to move and pushed up onto his elbows with a groan, startling when something clattered to the ground below him. He looked down and let out a disbelieving huff of air when he saw his car keys, reaching out to take them before slowly pushing to his feet, favoring his right side.

He drove without thinking, didn’t even see the road as he blankly stared out the front windshield and pressed his foot down on the gas. He drove around the backroads of town until the sun was hidden over the horizon. That’s when he finally stopped.

He wasn’t surprised to find himself at the Quarry.

He gingerly left the car and made his way to the edge, stiffly sitting on the cliff, gazing down at the dark water softly crashing against the cliffside below. He’d never admit it out loud, but in these moments of weakness he often wondered what would happen if he leaned over far enough to let gravity take a hold of him and bring him down to the water.

Max would probably be relieved -ecstatic even- to be rid of her bully of a step brother, and he couldn’t even blame her. Billy and Susan never interacted enough to make them anything other than mutually indifferent toward one another. Neil would empty his room and get rid of all of his shit, sell his car and his workout equipment, anything to help him forget his disappointment of a son.

Billy stayed out at the Quarry until the sun began to peek back over the horizon before getting back into his car and going straight to school. He didn’t give a shit if anyone noticed that he was wearing the same thing that he did the day before, the small-minded teen population could sit on it for all he cared.

Weeks passed in a blur. He’d go to school, indulge in some mindless hierarchy bullshit, and then he went home to waste the rest of the day listening to loud music while laying in bed.

He missed having plans after school, he missed going out to your favorite diner and sharing a shake because you always insisted on it. He missed going to the movies, the way he would use the dark as an excuse to just watch you. He remembered the way your eyes shone with the light of the screen, bright and excited.

He closed his eyes as he recalled the way you’d cling to him during a horror movie, your body a line of warmth against his. He never felt more alive in those moments. Nothing compared to how he felt walking the hallways now, ghost-like, empty.

Billy saw you from time to time, but the meger glimpses weren’t nearly enough. Then you suddenly stopped coming to school altogether and he didn’t see you at all. By the fifth day Billy was ready to go to your house and bang on the door until somebody answered and told him that you were okay.

So when he saw you on the sixth day as you walked past his classroom, he completely forgot that you were mad at him and that you’d broken up.

He abandoned the lesson with the excuse of needing to use the bathroom and ran, his shoes soundless on the linoleum as he caught up to you, getting a hold of the strap of your bag in order to bring your determined march to a halt.

You turned, your face morphing from indignation to surprise when you saw who exactly grabbed you. You opened your mouth, as if to speak, and Billy frantically cut you off, not sure what he would do if he heard any sort of rejection.

“Are you alright? Where have you been?” Billy asked, his eyes searching your confused expression for any indication that you’d been harmed.

“I was sick.” You said in a state of shock, but the news didn’t make Billy feel any better. He was getting dizzy with how fast he was breathing, his palms sweating as he gently grabbed your forearm, his hand noticeably trembling as he tried to ground himself with touch.

“Billy, are you okay?”

No. No he really wasn’t, but he couldn’t get himself under control. He recognized the fact that he was having a panic attack, he’d be stupid not to since he’d been having them for as long as he could remember. His eyes darted around, moving from your worried gaze to your mouth, but he couldn’t hear anything you were saying. It was like someone had put everything except his labored breathing and thunderous heartbeat on mute.

Though he did feel your hands on him, carefully leading him somewhere as the world came in and out of focus. Billy heard a door slam open and then you both were in the familiar echoey space of one of the many bathrooms in the school.

Billy’s back slammed against the wall as his knees gave out, your tone soft as you eased him down onto the ground, your smooth hand on the back of his neck guiding his head down between his knees.

“Billy. Billy, focus. Tell me five things you can see.”

Your voice, suddenly loud and clear, helped him pull himself out of the hole he was spiraling down, his eyes finding yours in the brightly lit room. Billy found his gaze affixed to yours, and it took him a moment to realize that your expectant expression was because you had asked him a question.

“I… you.” He answered honestly. It was the closest you’ve been in weeks and he was going to waste his chance to talk to you because his anxiety decided that now was a great time to flare up.

He needed to try and fix things while you were still there.

“Well, this isn’t working. Maybe I should go get an adult-” You began to move away from him and his mind flashed white with terror as he deperately reached for you, getting a grip on your shirt. He didn’t want you to leave.

“I love the ocean. I love the sun and the sound of the waves and the smell of the ocean breeze and the hot sand on my bare feet. I loved the feeling of freedom I got from being at the beach.” Billy blurted out, his racing pulse calming a little when you didn’t try to pull away.

“What?” You asked, blatant confusion coloring your tone before horrified realization dawned across your face. “Oh my god, are you having a psychotic break?” You breathed and Billy couldn’t help the little smile that caused the corner of his lips to quirk up in amusement. Though, his grin quickly fell as he was reminded of what he had to lose, his gaze connecting with yours and trying to convey everything with just his eyes.

“I miss it.” Billy continued in a quieter voice, your eyes widening as he spoke. “But leaving Cali behind doesn't even begin to compare to how I felt when I lost you.” His breathing calmed as you sat together, your full attention on him for the first time in weeks and it felt like the warm sun on his face after a lifetime of being in the dark.

“Billy… is this about what I said when I broke up with you? Cause this is not what I had in mind.” You stated with a forlorn shake of your head. Billy used the distraction to shift closer, his hand sliding from the hem of your shirt to the hand that was positioned closest to him, the pad of his thumb rubbing over your knuckles just the way you liked.

“I miss you.”

“I-” You got choked up and the sentence cut off, the ensuing silence loaded and stifling.

“Do you love me?” Billy quickly filled the overwhelming quiet before his mind could begin to spiral again. You looked caught off-guard by the sudden serious question and Billy internally winced, hoping that his intensity wouldn’t scare you off.

“Of course, Billy. I never stopped.” You admitted finally and the ugly knot that had been in his chest since you walked away loosened some. “But were not good for each other and-”

“We can figure this out. I’ll be better!” Billy eagerly cut you off, squeezing your hand as hope that you can talk this out began to flood his system. “I’ll stop indulging the shitheads that follow me around and I’ll spend more time with you. I’ll tell the whole town that we’re together if that’s what you want! Just please give me another chance, I can’t do this without you.”

“I don’t want you to change your entire personality, Billy. I just want you. That’s all I ever wanted.” The last part came out more of a whisper as you avoided eye contact, like you were telling a secret. All of Billy’s earlier panic was now long forgotten as the rest of the world fell away, the two of you safely in your own little bubble.

“And you have me. You always have.” Billy insisted, carefully cupping your face and tilting your chin in order to encourage you to make eye contact with him. “My life without you is… there’s no words. I feel like I’m just going through the motions, there’s nothing to look forward to anymore. No more date nights, no more milkshakes, no more movies, no shared looks or inside jokes or studying together. I have nothing without you.”

“Billy… I’m not…”

“Please.” Billy was not above begging, not now. Not when it came to you.

“Alright, we’ll start slow. I’m not gonna make any promises, but we can try.” You conceded with a soft sigh and Billy’s face broke out into a relieved smile, leaning forward in order to rest his forehead against yours for a tender moment before releasing his hold on your jaw and moving back.

“Thank you.”

You shrugged, brushing off his gratitude with a matching grin and a light flush to your cheeks. You cleared your throat, glancing around the empty bathroom as you fidgeted with the already hopelessly wrinkled hem of your favorite shirt.

“How about we go get a shake after school today and see where it goes from there?” You suggested and Billy nodded, his curls bouncing with the enthusiastic movement.

“Sounds perfect.”

#stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargove x reader #angst #miscommunication #tw: anxiety #tw: panic attacks #hurt/comfort #angst with a hopeful ending #getting together #part two #ask response

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Sex will come up... it’s a Taylor album, of course. But how can you even have sex with someone you’re falling out of love with or who’s so angry or upset with you? You can’t desire someone if you look at them with stormy eyes? //

Oof anon, spoiler alert: yes it happens and yes it's horrible. I say that both as someone who experienced it for a bit and also as someone who watched two of her closest friends (boy & girl that were together for over 4 years) be in that kind of dynamic at the end of their rs. It's so bizarre, everyone just goes through the motions as if it's automatic, almost like when you cook a recipe you've made hundreds of times and you don't think much through the steps, you do it almost subconsciously, but you still love the end product so that's why you keep making it again and why you've gotten so good at it idk ☠️☠️ it's horrible afterwards, my friends would not even talk to each other or cuddle or anything and yeah you feel guilty and icky. Especially if you're not really into the other person anymore which was my case 🫣 It's hard to describe idk.

I think the most realistic media portrayal I've seen of this is this film called Blue Valentine, idk if any of y'all have watched it but yeah it very accurately depicts a ltr and marriage gradually desintegrate. It's very painful and sickening to but it's imo a well done film with raw and realistic human emotions. At one point there's this scene where he tries to have sex with her and she simply can't get into it so she kinda tries to get him to hit her in an attempt to make herself be into it but he won't and tells her he could never hit her and then she storms off and yeah idk it's awful. I have to say though, I actually think that this kind of stuff is very common at the end of ltrs. It's also such a mindfuck bc on the one hand you know things are bad and you're thinking of ending it but at the same time there are small good moments that make it still feel worth it and when you're still passionately fighting and having sex with this person that you have loved for so long, you continue to think that it can be fixed. It's the last moments of flickering fire before the flame is extinguished, but as long as there is a flame, no matter how tiny, you feel convinced that it's still worth staying.

It's when the flame dies out completely and there's no fighting, no arguments, no sex, barely a look or a word uttered at each other that you know it's truly over, and you finally accept that it's time to go. In my experience, along with the excruciating pain that comes with that, there's also some weird form of... relief. That you're finally out of that limbo. But it's been so long that you can hardly even recall who you were before that person came into your life and that's where the really hard part comes lol.

(Btw DISCLAIMER before anyone comes for me lol: I am NOT saying or in any way insinuating that this is what happened with Taylor and Joe, I am merely sharing some thougths based on my own personal experiences)

YUP! and yes, for younger readers or people who don't understand this, we're not saying every relationship ends in toxicity or you should accept/expect it. but it's just really common for problems in your relationship to manifest in your sex life, and it can be really shitty and awful.

and i agree that, while painful, coming out of emotional limbo is also hugely relieving. there's this moment when you're in the eye of the storm that you feel relieved: the breakup has happened, and you are not yet feeling the consequences (loneliness, fear, etc.) and so you just feel... at peace, almost?

#tw abuse #blue valentine #*miscommunication #*intimacy

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rjhpandapaws · 1 year

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When It Rains

//TW; Grief, and Mild Miscommunication

Link never stayed in one place for long, he was of the Wilds. He needed to roam. Which is why it had baffled Sidon to such a degree that Link still hadn't left to Domain so many months after they had returned. He'd become a resident in his own right, to the point of having his own room in the Domain, even if that was just to free up a bed at the inn and save him some rupees in the long run. It wasn't that Sidon wanted him to leave, he was delighted by Link's extended stay here. He just hadn't been expecting it. He looked to be doing better as well, lighter somehow. There was an ease to him that Sidon could only remember seeing back before Link had recovered his memories. Before he understood the weight of the destiny that he was chained to. That was something that had changed after Vah Ruta. When he returned his eyes were a little more dull, and he seemed more aware of himself. Sidon was glad the Domain was doing him this much good, but he worried. Autumn had slipped them by in days spent exploring, or Link doing favors for the other Zora on the days Sidon was busy. Which meant the winter rains would be upon them soon and all the bridges out of the Domain, save for the Great Zora Bridge would be flooded. As a Hylian, Link would be trapped if he didn't leave soon.

There was a reason Sidon had never broached the topic. Link always pulled away when it rained. It was all too common for Sidon to find him soaked to his bones standing in front of Mipha's statue, just staring. His expression would be unreadable, and Sidon couldn't help but think Link was somewhere out of his reach. He could never find it in himself to disrupt the moment. The winter rains were different. It wasn't uncommon for it to pour for days on end, which Link had been through before; it was the reason for his freeing Vah Ruta after all; but these rains were bitter and cold. Sidon couldn't bear the thought of him standing out there for days looking hollowly up at his sister. Not for so selfish a reason of not bearing all his attentions, but because he could fall ill and that was the last thing Sidon wanted. Of course, broaching the topic of Link leaving, came with the risk of Link feeling like he wasn't wanted here, and that was the last thing Sidon wanted. He hoped this was a conversation they wouldn't have to have at all. There was a restlessness to Link's eyes these days, and Sidon knew what that meant. A change of scenery was needed. Link would leave the Domain and go where Sidon couldn't follow. An ache settled in Sidon's chest at the thought.

Sidon is pulled from his thoughts by rapid tapping at his window. When he turns he finds Link perched precariously on the window ledge. He smiles to himself and opens the window so Link can come inside. He will never understand this particular Hylian's aversion to doors, but he's grateful for the company nonetheless. His thoughts had been gathering over him like storm clouds and Link was just what he needed to chase them away. "I thought you would be on the road by now my friend." It slips out before Sidon is aware enough to stop himself. Link's ears twitch, which Sidon had learned over these many months is a sign of nervousness, 'I Like It Here.' He keeps the signs close to his chest and his ears droop some, 'I Know Of Rain, And Your Worry. I Can Leave If That Is Best.' Sidon wants to pull at his fins and maybe scream. Of course Link would be gone by now if he hadn't wanted to be here. That was why he had left in the first place and spent two seasons hiding in his house. Sidon shouldn't chase him away, but he thinks of the rain and the way Link looks up at the statue and he worries. "It's not - I don't want you to leave." He sighs through his gills, "Once the rains come the bridges will flood and you will be trapped in the Domain until spring. I know what being stationary for too long does to you and I don't want that to happen here." In the only place I've known you to be happy, he doesn't add.

Link smiles softly and he reaches for the slate at his hip. Sidon fills with dread for a moment that he is going to teleport away, but instead he only sets it on the table with the map open. Sidon relaxes some. 'I Will Be Safe.' Link signs, 'The Rain Won't Stop Me If I Have To Go.' Sidon should have thought about that really. That was how they had gotten here after all. Whatever that strange blue light was that allowed Link to jump from shrine to shrine. Link was smarter than to put himself in a situation he couldn't get out of. Sidon was the only one to put him in those it seemed. "I'm sorry my friend, I shouldn't have doubted you." He sees Link shake his head at his somber words. 'Not Doubt, Worry.' Link corrected, 'You Are Good Friend.' Sidon smiles at that as well. "What brought you all the way up here? I never did ask that." Link's ears twitch again, 'I Want You To Tell Me About Mipha. Not Our Relationship, Just Her.' Sidon's joy wavers some, but he nods. His memories of his sister are vague at best, she died when he was young, but even then it seemed to be more than Link had. "She was kind," He began, "One of the best Zora I have ever known."

Link listens to him ramble about his sister for hours, it's the longest Sidon has ever seen him be still while he's awake. He is hanging off every word and there is a spark of something Sidon can't name in his eyes. It's not quite recognition, and not quite regret, but something in the middle if he had to guess. He runs out of stories to tell in the early evening. They migrated at some point from standing at Sidon's still open window to the sleeping pool in the center of the room. Sidon is mostly submerged with his arms resting on the side and his chin in the palm of his right hand. Link is sat on his left side with his pants rolled up to his knees and his bare feet in the temperature controlled salt water. Link is truly relaxed for once, all of his guards are down and Sidon can't help but smile. It reminds him of when they first returned here when he and Link would spend every evening like this. It wasn't quite like guard sleeping because neither of them was unwell, it was something different, but just as meaningful. Perhaps Hylain's had a term for it, but Sidon didn't want to break the moment just to ask.

It's raining the next day. Sidon finds Link standing in front of Mipha's statue like always. He's in his Rito armor to stave off the cold. Though he is still as far away from Sidon on these days as he always is, there his a soft smile on his lips. Sidon wanted to think it was their conversation from last night that had put it there. Before they parted ways for the night, Link had tired to explain why he did this each time it rained. The weight of grief he felt for someone he couldn't remember. The pain of missing someone he knew he had cared about eclipsed by the fact that he didn't know her anymore. And while he still worried for Link's health, today he didn't try to call him back from it. When the rain ended Mipha would give him back. Even if it took days, Sidon would keep him safe, and wait for his friend to come back to him. It didn't take days, it took a few hours, but eventually despite the rain and the cold. Or perhaps because of it Link gave the statue a gentle smile and turned away. He caught sight of Sidon and waved. Sidon returned the gesture, watched Link check the slate on his hip, then walk toward the Great Bridge. It wasn't a goodbye, Link would be back. Sidon just had to wait out the rain.

#breath of the wild #breath of the wild fic #Sidon #Link #Sidlink #grief tw #miscommunication tw

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quillfulwriter · 6 months

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Rating: M | Words: 3000 (7 to 24 minutes)

Ferdinand wants to take a break from casual trysts with Hubert to sort out his softer feelings on the spymaster. Naturally, Hubert takes this completely the wrong way and lets it fester for weeks. Ferdinand has no idea how bad it's gotten until the Black Eagles helped him realize the mistake.

☕ Tip me on coffee if you liked the read!

#fe3h #ferdibert week #ferdibert #miscommunication trope #angst with a happy ending #my fanfiction #tw suggestive #cw suggestive

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youjustwaitsunshine · 6 months

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had a freaky dream that they had a fourth original jurassic park movie that was set between 2 and 3 and the boy from the first film was there but he had an evil Doppelgänger and he was like defending himself from the dinosaurs with a stick and then his evil double stepped out of the forest and he (the not evil one) said something like "there you are" and the camera cuts to just a view of the stick swinging and you hear rustling and the stick hitting a body as the camera, never again filming them, zooms out and pans over the landscape

#also in the dream i leaned over to someone and went ' he comes back in one of the new ones and nothing is different and we don't know if #they retconned it or if that still happened or who got out of that fight'#happy october yall!#irl i hateeee evil doppelganger plots like it's miscommunication on purpose who the fuck likes that #tw violence #i guess

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vivitheanimaxen · 5 months

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Even when he went home that night, Impulse couldn't stop thinking about the mer he'd found.

It was one thing to find him washed up on the beach just outside, but it was another entirely to try and think about what the next while would look like, taking care of the merdude.

Zedaph was still at the rescue, and would be until either he or Skizz could get back. Impulse didn't want to chance anyone else finding out about the literal merman sitting in one of the recovery pools. They'd have to tell Xisuma eventually, probably sooner than Impulse might like to, but, well.

He didn't know what might happen if the rest of the rescue caught word of this, let alone the internet.

Impulse sighed, running a hand through his hair. Who knew that following Skizz down to the beach that fated dayyears ago would lead to-- well. This.

Either way, he needed to clean up, get some food, and then get some sleep. Zed wasn't a stranger to pulling all-nighters, so it wasn't odd for him to stay at the rescue, but still. Impulse wouldn't quite be able to breathe easy until he could see the mercreature again.

In the morning, Impulse grabbed a green tea for Zedaph on his way back to the rescue, handing it off with a bagel to the man as they 'swapped shifts'.

"Anything change during the night?" Impulse asked, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

"Nope. You should probably bring it some food though. Try fish, maybe? I bet it'd take that." Zedaph shrugged, taking a sip of his tea, "I'd use tongs though, wouldn't want those fangs to take a bite out of you."

"I'll be careful, Zed, don't worry." Impulse shook his head, "You should go get some sleep."

"Yep. Gotta finish up first, then it's off to bed with me."

"You better." Impulse called over his shoulder as he stepped out, going to grab a pair of tongs and some food for the merdude.

When he stepped into the recovery room, what Impulse found made him pause. Well-- it was more what he was hearing. The mer was chirping. It wasn't s loud that it could be heard outside of the room, but it certainly filled it, bouncing off the hard surfaces. To Impulse it sounded like a slurred mix of a dying fire alarm on fast forward and a baby dolphin calling for help.

Impulse stepped up to the edge of the pool, setting the pail down as he took in the sight.

The mer was curled up the best he could with all the bandages and the cast on his wrist, warbling. His eyes were glazed over, seemingly staring at nothing. His fins were all pinned tight to his body, like he was trying to hide.

The last thing Impulse wanted to do was startle an injured sea creature with fangs that looked like they could bite someone's finger clean off. So, he grabbed a catch pole from over against the wall, and dipped the end into the water next to the merman, nudging it against his tail.

Impulse was instantly glad that he hadn't stuck his hand into the water.

The mer lunged-- grabbing the pole with a screech and a splash and almost yanking it out of Impulse's hands.

He pulled it from the water a moment later, once the mer let go.

Impulse's jaw just about hit the floor, once he saw the bite marks. This particular brand of pole was made to withstand a bite from a shark. But now it was--

If that had been Impulse's hand, he would have just lost at least a couple fingers.

At least.

He was going to have to show this to Zedaph.

Well then. At least he had gotten the mer's attention, it was practically glaring at him now. Was that-- hissing? It was hard to tell with the distortion from water to air, but the way that tail was coiled--

The mer looked like a snake ready to strike.

Maybe feeding it would help with the situation? Impulse took the tongs and grabbed a fish from his bucket, slowly offering it until the fish touched the surface of the water. The mer's eyes narrowed, watching. It's mouth parted slightly-- was it able to smell it in the water? It wasn't reaching up to grab it.

So, Impulse gave the fish a little shake, before dropping it. And just in time, too.

Again, the mer lunged, snatching up the offending object. Impulse watched as it bit down on the fish, before seeming to realize that it was food.

Impulse let the mer eat for a moment, before dropping another fish into the pool. This was progress, at least. If it was eating, that meant it had a chance.

#team zits au #team zits #impulsesv #zedaph #tangotek #viviwrites #emberfish au #dont mind me #we're goin back in time a touch with this one #gotta fill out the story more methinks #also i dont think i've shown WHEN Tango bit through a pole.#miscommunication #dehumanisation tw #dehumanizing language #not on purpose though #Impulse doesn't know Tango is sentient after all #they just think he's like a dolphin #hermitfic

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