#I’m feeling emotional today *even more bear sobbing*

[notjustjavierpena]

I just wanted to come on here and say that I really appreciate you choosing to write about wife’s strained relationship with her family. As someone also struggling with that part of their life it’s beautiful to see that even if one part of your life is not great one can find beauty and love in another and create their own family.

The life that Javi and Wife have build together is an immense privilege to read.

Solace (Drabble)

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A/N: Hi anon, I have gotten a few of these messages a few times and it makes me wonder if they are from the same person. If not, it feels incredibly privileged to give people this kind of comfort through fiction. I tried writing a little drabble for you, and I hope that you like it. I’m so sorry that your family cannot see how amazing you are 💖

Summary: A certain kind of sorrow hits you when you are alone with your infant son for the first time.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Tags: Angst, hurt/comfort, exploration of strained relationship with family, non-descriptive talk about emotional neglect, kisses, tears and eternal love.

Word count: 1.5k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52937182/chapters/152266855

Solace

It’s been a long day. That’s all there is to say when Javier walks through the door with a cheerful smile as he sees you on the couch, cross-legged and rocking newborn Lucas in your arms as he sleeps soundly.

It has been a week of being trapped inside a blissful baby bubble together, cocooned in the wonder of being a family of three for the first time. However, today the reality of everyday life has finally caught up with you both. It has been the first time you have been without your husband here to help and at the same time, you haven’t been alone with your thoughts since earning your new role as a mother yet.

You hate to see Javier’s smile falter as tears fall from your eyes in relief from seeing him, have never wanted to be the reason he doesn’t smile when reunited with you and his baby boy. It has probably been on his mind since he locked up the sheriff’s office.

He doesn’t say a word, just drops his bag and crosses the room in what seems to be only a few long strides. When he reaches you, he drops down to one knee on the floor next to you on the couch. He is so sweet when he brushes a tear from your cheek, catching one that threatens to drop onto Lucas’ onesie too.

“You did so well today,” he praises softly, switching to use the back of his hand when several teardrops start to roll down your already streaked face. He finds that it isn’t enough and quickly unbuttons the sleeve on his dress shirt with his teeth to use the fabric to dab your face dry, “Shh, baby, I’m here now.”

You wish it was only the exhaustion of being alone with Lucas the whole day that was bearing down on you but it is not. Instead, it is a much deeper ache that has racked through your body and soul today, an ache that you’ve known for years and do not know how to soothe.

“I missed you,” you whisper to Javier. You let out a shaky breath, trying to hold it together in case a sob will disturb Lucas in his sleep. He sleeps on so peacefully, completely unaware of the overwhelming emotions in the room. You reach to run your finger over his little cheek, admiring the faint dark hair on his head.

In front of you, Javier pushes himself off the ground to sit beside you on the couch. He looks at you with a gentle understanding in his eyes and then down at his son before wrapping an arm around your back. You tilt your head to rest it on his shoulder, becoming more aware of his warmth.

“I missed you too, Mamá. You’re exhausted, let me take him,” he whispers back, rubbing your arm soothingly, “Has it been that crazy today?”

“No, it’s been fine,” you say quickly because it is the truth; Lucas is an easy baby compared to so many stories that other people have been telling you in preparation, thinking that they’re being helpful. You gently make the transfer, careful not to drop his head and shift him into Javier’s arms, “He’s been so good to me.”

“But?” Javier cradles his infant son in his arm while the other still wraps around you.

“But I didn’t expect… to miss my mom,” you reply with shame coating your voice. You feel Javier’s hand stop tracing your arm, his body pulling slightly away from you to look at you properly. There’s a questioning look on his face, furrowed brows.

“Your mom?” He asks in confusion.

“Yeah, well… not her, clearly,” you clarify with a little embarrassed smile that won’t convince anyone that you’re not hurting from saying it like that, “I just realized how alone I am in this. And I’m not saying that you’re not doing enough but… I just wish I had a mom who was different.”

Javier doesn’t reply for a moment, patiently waiting for you to elaborate without judgment on his face. You swallow thickly, “I’ve been alone all day and I kept wishing she could be the kind of mother who would come over and hold Lucas while I take a nap, who would reassure me that I’m doing it right, that I’m a good enough mom.”

You hear Javier say your name softly while you look down into your lap, a feeling of relief and sadness mixing together in your chest. It feels good to say it but it doesn’t fix the gaping pain in your heart of what could have been. You pick at your fingers and finally, tears start to fall down onto your shirt, no longer able to drip onto your baby, “I just… It would have been really nice to have had a mom who felt like I feel about Lucas.”

Javier drags you closer. You automatically curl up beside him, pulling your legs up onto the couch and turning your body towards your husband. You reach out for Lucas to brush a hand over his stomach, his little mouth hanging open and his chest moving steadily.

“I look at Luke and I just instinctively think that I would do anything to keep him from hurting. Why didn’t she feel like that? Why did I get the mom who hurt me?” You babble through silent tears, once more keeping a sob at bay for your son, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t even sit here and complain. I know it’s not fair— at least, I have a mom, and you—“

Javier’s fingers that have been resting on your arm slide up to cradle the side of your head, guiding you to fall carefully into him until he can press his lips to your temple. He takes a breath and sighs, “You’re not all alone in wanting more. We can both grieve what we didn’t have. Even if it’s for different reasons.”

“I know,” you look down at Lucas with softening eyes, wiping a few tears away but they’re just replaced with new ones, “But what if I am bound to become her? I sometimes feel like she’s contaminated me.”

Yet as you have said those words, Lucas makes a noise in his sleep and you are on him in less than a second. You reach to put your finger in his small flexing hand, a rush of dopamine flowing through you from merely touching him. You smile through tears.

Javier says your name again to get your attention. He also shifts slightly so he can lift your head by your chin, eyes sure as he talks, “How you feel… I know I can’t fix it, but I can tell you that you are the mom he needs and deserves. Every worry or sleepless night you endure for him is proof of that. You are doing so well by just being there.”

“Javi,” you whimper with a trembling voice.

“I’m not done. Listen to me,” he interrupts you before you can tear his words apart, “He’ll never wonder how much you love him. Not with the way you’re looking at him right now, not with how you reach for him the second he needs you. You think you are your past? If anything, you’ve taught me the exact opposite.”

His hand lets go of your chin to cup your chin. He brushes a tear away and leans in to rest his forehead against yours. You finally find the right words when you’ve released a breath you didn’t know you were holding, “That’s how I feel about you. That I never doubt how much you love me, not with how you’re looking at me right now.”

Javier smiles at you and you feel your heart flutter, nearly melting into the cushions as he replies, “Tú y yo para siempre, mi amor (You and me forever, my love).”

“Thank you,” you whisper and the tears on your face turn into gratitude in an instant. You give him a soft kiss on his mouth before the two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while on the couch together.

Lucas starts to stir fifteen minutes later. His tiny face scrunches up before he opens his mouth and lets out a soft fuss, yawning with the whole of his body. You reach instinctively for him but Javier tuts at you.

“Let me take care of him for a while, Mamá,” he says with a tone in his voice that always reassures you. Despite the intense desire to protest, you can feel your body already giving in at the idea of getting a break and the emotions from just a moment ago have tired you out.

“Okay,” you nod hesitantly and it earns you a loving kiss from your husband before he gets up. As he leaves you to sleep, you can hear him murmur softly to his son, mentioning you in the midst of his one-sided conversation. It sets it in stone; everything will be just fine and if Lucas were to forget you in the little time that you are apart, Javier will be there to remind him of you.

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[gallaghersgal]

hi hi hi today i’m thinking about carmy (as usual oopsie) and his girl who loves him more than anything. she loves him so much she always supports him with the restaurant, she listens to his ideas, tastes his meals and gives her honest opinion, she makes sure to take care of him because he often forgets about that. she’s just that girl <3

and maybe for his birthday or their anniversary (or the bear’s opening day’s anniversary?) she spends months preparing a book similar to the dozens they have in their living room or in the office at the bear. you know those professional cook books? with the impeccable meal pictures and the chef in deep concentration and explanations about each piece? she spends months snapping pictures of carmy while he’s working at the bear (when the restaurant is closed and he’s trying stuff out), him and the rest of the team, she’ll snap pictures of the meals he makes and take notes when he explains the idea behind it to put it in the book. she asks to take pictures of his notes too and he says yes, she doesn’t tell him what she’ll do with them though (but it’s okay because he trusts her <3) and just compiles everything so she can offer it to him. she adds her own notes and maybe at the end a longer note where she tells him what she thinks of him and his work and how much she loves him.

carmy gets too into his own head and it keeps him from seeing all the good he does, the positive side of things, the fact that he’s loved and he has people who care about him. and this book just has it all <3

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sobbing bc i started writing this and then accidentally closed it and the draft didn't save so anyways. this is very sweet so here is a mini blurb. sorry for the wait my lovely 🧸

carmen can't believe how lucky he is, to have someone like you as his wife. sweet, thoughtful, smart, and caring. he isn't an emotional man by any means, burying his feelings in nicotine and the rhythm of the kitchen. you've realized that even those closest to him don't know his intricacies, not in the way that you do. it's hard to break the surface of him but you've done it.

a lone tear trails down his cheek while trembling fingers flip the pages of your meticulously crafted anniversary gift. a cookbook, full of the most significant recipes in his repertoire. the pages were adorned with scans from his sketchbook. there were pages upon pages of old draft menus, sketches of unperfected dishes, and his handwritten recipes. each item included a 'professional' photo of the dish—courtesy of sugar and the fancy camera she bought before the baby's arrival—recreated by the bear staff and others you'd tracked down.

but the part that really gets him comes at the end. a faded photograph of mikey, sugar, and himself at the beef, holding up sandwiches and grinning. his childhood order is written in your handwriting, his choices annotated in a way that teases him even through the page.

"bear?" you ask quietly, poking your head into the office. you knew he was opening your gift, you'd been pretending to care about something on the hostess stand. too nervous. your heart is a little too bare on the pages.

carmen looks up with blue eyes sparkling and lays the book down on his desk. "you. c'mere, right now," he mumbles, extending one strong arm to hook around your waist and grapple you into his lap. his soft lips flutter against your neck, jaw, and cheek, and your giggles keep him from kissing your lips effectively.

"happy anniversary carmen," you whisper. his head falls to the crook of your neck, almost like he's hiding. and maybe he is, with what he tells you next.

"you, are the best wife, a man could ever ask for," he mumbles against your skin, each pause is punctuated with a kiss. he sounds choked up, and you pretend not to notice. "an' i thank whatever powers-that-be ev'ry day that i get to call you mine."

[beartitled]

THIS IS SO SWEET 💓💞💕❤️💓💞💕❤️ AAAAAAAAAAAAA 💕💓❤️💓💓💞❤️💕💓

I will be weeping in the tags don’t mind me 💥🥺

Hello uh- I may have a bit of a Bear brainrot-

Sooooooooo I drew few doodles-

A bit sleepy rn (it's 22:22 rn as I'm writing this lmao) so there's probably gonna be few typos lmao (22:31 post finished now I'm going to sleep)

I'm just gonna hope it's not gonna post twice

:P +brain empty

Another :P but smol Bear version

I guess arson skkskksksk (I think I'm funny)

Uh oh- seems like someone pissed off Bear! (autocorrect please stop trying to change into passed-) I also experimented with lightning without ref lmao

The claws were fun to draw

Not finished one but uh Bear with axe cuz why not I wanna share cuz doodle (also ignore how that one hand looks so goofy I didn't notice it before-)

@beartitled :3c

Augh my eyes hurt- anyway imma drop some tags in here and probably add more after I wake up lmao

Yep I'm too tired to write anything els lmao

Time to sleep lol imma leave the anxiety for future Amari /silly

[willyoubemycherryy]

𝙼𝚛. & 𝙼𝚛𝚜. 𝙴𝚐𝚊𝚗_ _ _𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗?_𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐..___. . . .

S͟E͟T͟ A͟N͟Y͟T͟I͟M͟E͟ B͟E͟F͟O͟R͟E͟ E͟P͟I͟S͟O͟D͟E͟ 5

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚘𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚝𝚜𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚐

@missusnora @eleanorbaybars

_ - _ - _- __-_ __—_

“just give me a reason, just a little bit’s enough. just a second; we’re not broken just bent and we can learn to love again…”

You never thought you’d see yourselves like this.

“NO! NO MORE DODGING THIS! WHERE ARE YOU RIGHT NOW?!”

It should have never come to this.

“I’M RIGHT HERE IF YOU WOULD JUST LOOK AT ME! DAMNNIT WOMAN!”

But…it had to happen. The tension so tight, it finally snapped.

“You’re not because I AM looking at you, and I can see that you’re here but you aren’t here with me! You haven’t been for weeks!”

It was a normal day. He had a rare day off and you two were together so everything was supposed to be perfect. Only…it wasn’t. For weeks, everytime you spoke, everytime you were able to be together, even when you would glimpse him; he’d be so close but so far.

You knew he was hurting.

Over the lost boys, over Curt, over the despondence that the higher ups seemed to have with him, over his own internal griefs, struggles, and hopes. But with all his hurt…came a distance.

Acting like everything was okay. He’d be there in the moment but he didn’t live in it like he used to. He didn’t talk about it so you wouldn’t bring it up. Most times, he was so far it felt like it wasn’t even listening to you.

Now, there’s a gap where your bond was. And it keeps getting bigger and bigger with everything you don’t say to each other.

Today was the last straw.

Talking to him and seeing that distance in his eyes while he stayed silent…

“Do you even still love me?!”

Hot tears run down your face as you stand in the living room barefoot. Looking up at him, your greatest love and hardest pain.

At first it was just anger, throwing the heels on your feet at him in the beginning, the screaming, frustration. But at this point? You were just tired and hurt of having to miss someone who’s right there.

“…What?” The question comes out hushed. John looking down at you in crestfallen disbelief, glassy blue eyes and furrowed brows.

You don’t think he loves you anymore?

“You think I don’t love you? Doll,” panic and desperation seep into him and it shows. Looking and sounding so pained that you can’t bear to look at him anymore. Teardrops stream from your face and hit the floor as you drop your head.

“You’re with me. I have you. But why do I still feel alone if I have you?” Your voice is shaking so bad but this needs to come out.

“It’s like I lost you to the war already with how hollow you’ve become. You won’t let me in. When I talk, it’s like you can’t hear me. You won’t let me comfort you. You won’t even reach out to Gale. Just retreating back into your thoughts that can’t possibly care for you the way I do…it’s like my John left and I’m stuck with his ghost.” The wave of held back emotions drown you and you wail, unbidden sobs wracking your body before John gently takes your face into his big, warm hands.

The familiarity of his touch makes your heart ache. You don’t even notice immediately that he was crying too. His silent tears cutting you to pieces.

John cries because it’s true. He has been in a weird place lately and he can’t seem to find his way out. He’s not good at not being the leader so he doesn’t know how to let others step in to help him when he needs it. So, he drowns himself in his thoughts, doubts, and regrets. Lets the distance he’s created hurt him some more. Because, he’s used to hurt. Until…it starts to hurt more than usual.

Until it ends up hurting you.

Nothing is allowed to hurt you. You’re one of the reasons he serves.

Bucky has seen so many things that can hurt you. He should have never let one of them be him.

“I’m so sorry bunny”. Bucky can’t take you crying. Your little hiccuping sobs are killing him. Closeness. Closeness, is what you both need right now. So, he doesn’t even bother with formalities before lifting you up into him. Wrapping your legs around his waist and tucking your head into his neck. He rests his cheek against the top of your head, wraps his big arm around you as he holds you, cries with you, and apologizes.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I’m an ass. You’re right. I haven’t been here and none of that is your fault. But it is my fault for letting you feel this way. For making you feel like I don’t love you, when I do. I love you more than sleeping in, I love you more than winning, I love you more than every life I lived before.” The soft, low timbre of his voice makes you warm, like a soothing balm listening to him finally come back to you.

“You’re not alone because you do have me and I’m not alone because I have you. If I’m not anywhere else, the one place I’ll always be is in your heart. I’ll try harder to open up so we can be even closer. Nothing could ever compare to come close to your affection so don’t ever stop trying to reach me, okay? Even when the line is connected, stay on it, okay?” This is the most he’s bared himself to you and you bury yourself into him more.

“…okay..I love you too, Bucky.” Barely a whisper but he hears you. Pressing kisses all over the top of your head until you lift it to look into his eyes.

Time seems slower as you gravitate towards each other, eyes slipping closed when your lips meet in a tender kiss.

You missed him so much.

It’s perfect. The way your lips fit together, pushing before colliding back to one another. Breathing in the softness of your mouth, Bucky deepens the kiss. Holding the back of your head, you completely melt into him as light, wet sounds accompanied by picked up breaths; fill you and the atmosphere with pure warmth.

Bucky struggles to pull away first because he knows how he’ll get. He’s aching to make you feel better in any way he can but now really is not the time to let comfort to give way to passion.

“I missed you, bunny”. He presses his forehead to yours but the lovely way he speaks to you makes you blush. Suddenly feeling. . . shy.

“I missed you too”, voice as soft as you feel. Bucky readjusts you in his arms before heading towards the stairs.

“Well, let’s fix that. So we won’t have to miss each other when we’re together”.

“John Clarence Egan- !”

If he thinks he’s gonna cuddle and sweet talk his way into your panties after that fight, he’s dead right. (not standing on business at ALL)

“I meant; we could talk, bunny. Y’know, really catch up. Just want you with me, on everything this time.”

Oh.

Okay.

He means you two can bond.

The thought of that kind of intimacy in conversation; and with him, makes you love giddy as you practically purr in agreement, nodding your head.

Kissing the top of your head, Bucky carries you up to your shared bedroom. Happy that you two are going to be okay and that you’re staying with him; because with you is where his heart belongs.

Safe, with you.

[bellarkeselection]

Hey I was woundering if you could do a Derek shepard short were hes comeing out of Surgery. And he sees the the reader crying cuz she feels like she is loseing everyone to new jobs but he We ensures her that he will always be there and he's not leaveing

We Will Always Stick Together

I enjoyed being a resident at Seatel Grace Hospital and helping patients that came through the doors. Up until the time it rolled around for people to be getting cut because of the merger. I had seen many of my friends already get cut and were forced to go find another job at a different hospital. At the moment I was currently standing by the nurses desk trying to not start sobbing at the fact another friend named Mandy had gotten cut. “This whole merger thing is ridiculous. You are a great resident.”

“It’s okay Y/n. I’ll still keep in touch with you.” She sniffed through tears, holding my hands in hers.

I croaked through heavy tears flinging my arms around her. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

“Hey, you are going to do great even when I’m not here. You are honestly a better doctor than me.” She reassured me squeezing me tightly in a bear hug. We had instantly became close on our very first day here. She finally broke the hug holding me by my shoulders. “Now serious talk. You must keep me updated on you and McDreamu you hear me?”

I rolled my eyes wishing I didn’t agree with the Meredith and the other interns nickname for him. “Ugh! I despise that accurate nickname.”

“I’m being serious Y/n. I want to be the maid of honor at your wedding.”

I gave her one last hug hearing the doors open behind us. “I promise you. I’ll see you later Mandy.” We finally fully separated by the time I saw Derek coming out of an elevator wearing his surgery scrubs walking over to us.

Mandy waved bye needing to fill out paperwork. “Bye Y/n.”

Leaning my elbows on the countertop I sighed feeling tears welling up in my eyes watching her leave through the doors and not look back at me one last time. I knew why she wouldn’t, because it would make it more painful than it already was. But it didn’t make the fact that I wanted her to do that any less painful. “Hey Y/n, I know that you were wondering about the surgery and I’m happy to report that everything went perfectly normal.”

“Yeah…that’s uh great.” I mumbled out still watching the doors wishing this wasn’t happening today.

Derek touched my shoulder seeing that something was off with me. My hands were all clenched up and I was slightly shaking even though I was leaning most of my body against the nurse desk so I wasn’t off balance. “Hey are you feeling okay?”

“Yep I’m fine.” I quickly answered which was another telling sigh for the brain surgeon.

He takes my hand in his turning my body to face him. “Y/n, tell me what is wrong or hurts otherwise I can’t do anything to help fix it.”

“This isn’t something you can fix, Derek.” I told him knowing he wouldn’t understand the constant worry I felt over this merger. He was already a highly skilled surgeon so he had nothing to worry about when it came to this sort of thing.

He brushed some hair out of my eyes seeing some tears sliding down the sides of my face. He knew I was very good at keeping it together around patients and staff but when I was alone with him he had seen me let out all my emotions from the whole day and he course was there to comfort me when I was done. “Try me. I know how deeply you feel things and how you hold them in.”

“Can we go somewhere privately, I don’t want anyone to see me like this.” I begged him and he draped an arm over my shoulder leading me into the nearest on call room.

He let me go inside the nearest room and shut the door behind himself locking it so we weren’t disturbed. I sat down on the bed running my fingers through my hair when he sat down beside me. “Tell me what’s going on?”

“All of my friends are basically getting cut from their jobs here. I’m the only one who hasn’t- and it’s only a matter of time before it might happen to me. I - I can’t handle the thought of it. I don’t want - want to leave you.” I felt tears beginning to fall down my face and my hands clutching into fists.

Derek whispered in my ear, leaning my body towards his, wrapping his arms around me. “You’re not going to lose me. Y/n, we are always going to be there and have each other."

"You really believe that?" I sniffed into his shirt.

He nodded while I laid my head on his chest and we just stayed that way. "Yes I am. Nothing is gonna separate us." I was somewhat more hopeful that he could be telling the truth.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[y0urm4m]

My kind of man.

(Based of this song but instead of a Matt Pov it’s a reader pov but when writing I almost immediately thought of this song)

Warnings/description: mentions of sexual interactions, Angst to fluff 🤷‍♀️. (Sorry for the no smut this time 😪)

Writing comp: @bratzforchris @nicksbestie

Word count: 2,010

Story elements tried to use/used: angst,fluff, Friends with benefits,home.

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I sighed staring down at my phone, 3 notifications from Matt.

We had always been friends and nothing more but recently things had taken a turn. We had decided to be friends with benefits, ‘no strings attached’ were his exact words.

The first few months were fine, we’d meet up, either go out or stay at home and at the end of the day we’d find ourselves out of breath, tangled in one another’s bedsheets. I couldn’t help but admit I always had a thing for Matt, I just could never find the confidence to tell him. It was sad to admit but I was scared of how he’d react.

I decided to talk to Kiara for advice, she had been my friend since before I could walk, I just hoped she was able to help. Unfortunately, she sighed pulling me in for a hug. “I’m only trying to help but from what you’re saying, it seems to me that it’s not just ‘no strings attached’. I can tell by the way your face lights up at Matt’s messages or when he knocks to pick you up, that must mean you feel like there’s a genuine connection.” As the words left her mouth, a few tears fell. “I hate how emotions always get the better of me.” I sobbed into her shoulder. “I know you do, I hate seeing you upset. I just want to help.” Kiara sighed softly, hugging me tighter. The rest of the day I couldn’t even bear answering his messages without bawling my eyes out.

That was the day i stopped doubting my feelings for Matt but I couldn’t relate when thinking about how he felt.

My attention was brought back to my phone buzzing, of course it was Matt. I answered the phone. “Good morning Mathew.” I huffed. “Morning, what you doing today?” He asked. “Literally nothing, why?” I replied, looking at my self in my bathroom mirror. “You want me to come pick you up?” He said. “Sure, give me at least ten minutes to get dressed.” I sighed, brushing my hand through my hair. I looked like death. “Y’know you don’t have to worry about clothes with me, they’ll just end up creased on the floor.” He joked. “I’ll see you in 10 Matt.” I replied ending the phone, taking a deep breath.

— I finished brushing my hair when I heard my door open. “Hey do y- you’re going to Matt’s again?” She muttered, closing my door behind her. I nodded. “I’m sorry ki.” I said, turning to look at her. “No need to apologise but you really need to talk to him about how you’re feeling. You tell me your happy but I know you’re not.” She added, rubbing my shoulder. My face dropping at her words. She was right, she was always right. My bottled up thoughts and feelings were making me miserable and driving me crazy.

Just as if Matt had known we were talking about him, my phone started ringing. “Right I need to go, I promise I’ll text you when I’m there.” I said, hugging her before beginning to walk downstairs. “Hey y/n, please talk to him.” She whisper-spoke, giving me a small reassuring smile. I nodded, rushing out the door so I wasn’t leaving him waiting.

— The car ride was silent apart from a little small talk here and there and the dreaded feeling that was in my stomach. I felt Matt’s hand move from the gear stick, toward my upper thigh. “You okay?” He asked, looking at me slightly before looking back towards the road. I gulped, trying to stop the feeling of the lump forming in my throat and nodded looking down at my finger nails that I had bitten the night prior.

After what had felt like an eternity, we had made it to Matt’s. I slipped out of the car door, walking straight through the front door as Matt also entered the house. I felt his arms slither around my waist as he placed his head in the crook of my neck leaving small kisses on my neck. He mumbled something incoherent. “What did you say?” I asked, pulling away to slightly glancing at him. “Don’t worry about it.” He smiled pulling my face towards his, our lips inches away from each other. I could feel his hot breath on my upper lip as the gap between us closed. At first it was just a soft peck but eventually it became a rough and passionate kiss, one of his hands made there way back towards my waist the other finding comfort in resting on the top of my bum. He pulled away places soft kisses down my face and up my neck as he whispered. “Should we take this upstairs.” Before returning his lips to mine.

Kiara’s words from earlier began playing on replay in my head. ‘You really need to talk to him about how you’re feeling.’ I immediately pulled away, Matt’s face shone with concern. “Are you sure you are okay?” He asked, looking down at me. “Uh- yeah I think I just need some more sleep or something.” I replied, rubbing my hand over my face, trying to play of the fact I could’ve bursted into tears if he asked if I was okay one more time. “Oh do you want to take a nap?” He said, running his hand through the back of my hair. “No it’s fine, I’m just going to use the bathroom quickly.” I said, ushering myself over towards the bathroom.

I couldn’t even tell him I’ve been having a bad day let alone a bad month, all because I just can’t seem to talk to him as I never planned on ‘catching feelings’. I pulled out my phone, messaging Kiara. She told me to stop doubting myself and just tell him. I looked in the mirror, recollecting my thoughts before walking back out the bathroom to be greeted by a confused Matt.

“Matt can we have a sit down and talk, like a proper conversation?” I asked, sitting down at his kitchen counter. “What about?” He asked, following me to the kitchen like a lost sheep. “Just sit.” I sighed, rubbing my hand on my thighs to calm my nerves. Once he had finally sat down I began speaking, the only other thing that could be heard was the sound of the rain hitting the ground outside. “I know this is all of a sudden and I’m sorry but I just can’t live with the pressure of not saying anything and I know we said no strings attached but this past month has been killing me and I just really needed to speak to you.” I ranted on, watching his smile drop. “I- uh- I don’t get your point. I’m sorry” He sighed, brushing his hand through his own hair. “You don’t need to understand Matt but I need to get this off my chest.” I said, taking a deep breath to try and stop myself from crying. I looked up at Matt, his face stayed straight with no emotion which made me bite my lip doubtfully.

Maybe this was a bad idea, I should have just stayed home.

I stood up from my seat. “Y’know don’t worry about it Matt I’m just going to leave and I’ll make my own way home so don’t worry.” I sniffled, trying to fight back the tears forming in my water line. “Wait why are you going.” He shouted following me. “Doesn’t matter. Please just leave me alone.” I said softly and with that I walked straight out the door.

The current rain immediately got me soaked and cold. I’m so embarrassed, I wish my feelings just wouldn’t get the better of me. The tears I had tried so hard to keep in eventually fell as I sobbed, walking a few meters down the street before looking down at my phone.

My teeth chattered as I unlocked my phone calling Kiara. “Kiara.” I said, looking at my phone screen. “Y/n are you outside in the rain, what happened?” She asked, clearly confused and concerned. “I tried to talk to him but I couldn’t bear hearing his reply so I walked out.” I replied, as my breathing became shaky and the tears fell once again. “Y/n I’m coming to pick you up, I’ll stay on the phone but try to stay out the rain so you don’t get a cold.” She said, as the sound of her rushing around filled my ears. “Okay.” I said, sniffling. “Right I’m going to leave now, do you want me to stay on the phone?” She asked, as I heard the door slam behind her. “If you wa-.” I began speaking but someone shouting my name caught my attention.

“Wait up!” Matt shouted, running towards me himself also getting drenched. My body trembling even more from the feeling of my cold, wet t-shirt and my damp hair sticking to my skin. “What do you want Matt?” I choked out, ending the phone and telling kiara I’d talk to her later. He looked down at me, pulling off his jumper passing it to me. “I don’t want your jumper, you’ve made it pretty clear of your intentions so leave me alone.” I spat, shoving the jumper into his arms. “C’mon y/n don’t be like that.” Matt spoke softly. “Matt i really don’t want to talk right now, I’ve already said too much.” I sighed, closing my eyes for a second. “Please just put on the jumper and let me speak.” He pleaded, passing the jumper back to me. “I’ll take the jumper then but I’m not interested in what you have to say.” I huffed, pulling his jumper over my head and on.

“Y/n just listen, I never wanted it to be this way if you had told me how you felt months ago I would have asked you properly.” He sighed. “Get to the point Matt.” I rolled my eyes, shoving my phone in my pocket and crossing my arms. “Y/n I wished you’d realise how much you mean to me, I love you.” He said, as I took a sharp inhale as the last words left his mouth. “Wh-what.” I said, finally looking up at him for the first time since he’d ran after me. The whole world stopping as I took time to reassess the what he had just said.

“I- I love you.” He sighed, running his hand through my hair. “I uh-.” I began speaking but before I could finished my sentence, I felt his lips smash into mine. “I really do love you.” He whispered into the kiss. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck, his finding their way around my waist. The smell of a mixture of his cologne and the rain filled my nose as my heart skipped a beat, we had kissed many times before but this time it felt different. It felt genuine. It was as if the world around us had disintegrated, leaving just me and Matt.

I pushed my hand through his now wet hair as he pulled back, the feeling of his lips on mine disappearing. “I want to start over, not just a silly situantionship. I want an actual relationship with you, we can learn from each other and our past mistakes but only if you’d like to.” He said, putting his hands in mine. “I’d love to.” I smiled, nodding my head. The dull, dreaded feeling I had felt the past month had washed away as the rain poured. “Let’s go inside, can’t have you getting a cold.” He said, giving my head a quick, light and cold kiss as we walked back towards his house hand in hand. “I love you Matt.” I said looking to the side, up at him. “I know you do.” He chuckled, looking down at me.

I had Matt and he had me. He was all I could have asked for. It was a genuine connection. It really was love.

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A/n: honestly don’t know how to feel about this one as it was super short but I hope you all liked it and enjoyed reading — hugs and kisses Gracie 💋

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[alexiela73]

Hello there! Can I have Romantic hc McCree, Hanzo, Genji; Platonic Ana, Reinhardt w/ young fem!reader (around 20 y.o), who can be very friendly, funny to the others, seems very confident and says wise things, like some old man ;D, but in fact she feels very lonely and insecure about herself, and she is afraid that she is being imposed on, or that she will be abandoned in one moment.

Pardon my English and for such a big request 😅 But I hope it'll catch your eye and you'll write the answer.

Best wishes and keep safe! 🖤🖤

Hello! I'm sorry but I only do 3 characters max! I hope I don't disappoint too much! Because of how long it got I had to do only 2 though

McCree:

As long as you could remember, you've always had to be strong for the world- show that you were unafraid and able to press forward

When you and Jesse first met, he thought you had the biggest balls of anyone he'd ever seen-even for a lil' lady

The way you could make a room light up, or lead people through some of the toughest moments was something he always admired

He wanted to be the person you could lean on too, if you ever needed

Jesse didn't realize though just how tough your cover was...nor the worry and sadness you felt just beneath that shield of yours

Not until Jesse found your diary

Of course, if he'd known it was a diary, he'd never have touched it. But it was a diary disguised as a regular book. You'd left it on your bed and he'd thought it was maybe a romance novel or some thriller

When he'd opened it and realized what he was reading, he almost put it back...till his eyes caught a few words. Drawn to them, he felt his heart clench.

‘Jesse looks so happy with his friends tonight. I smile, but I feel like an outsider. Do they like me? Do they know I’m not good enough for him? I’m scared for when he realizes it too...’

Jesse had felt his heart clench in his chest, sitting on the edge of your bed. He knew it was wrong, but he read more- there were good things, but so many pages...had similar thoughts. Thoughts that he’d leave you someday. How long had you felt like this, he thought sadly.

“Hey Jesse, you ready to go to...” you had frozen in the doorway when you saw him sitting on your bed, the book in hand. 

Slowly, Jesse closed the book and placed it on your pillow. Swallowing, he stood. “Darlin’....” Jesse said, his a soft croon. When he reached for you, you stepped back, arms wrapping around yourself.

This was the first time Jesse had ever seen you withdraw, or tears fill your eyes. “I...I didn’t mean for you to see. Its...its stupid, right? I...Just...”

“Y/n,” Jesse said, gently but firmly grabbing your arms, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. “Baby, look at me...what you wrote, if you really think that..you’re wrong. I love you, lil’ lady. We belong together.”

A sob seemed to catch in your throat. “What...if we aren’t? What if I’m holding you back-” you said, and Jesse silenced you by crushing you into a bear hug, a hand cradling your head now.

Just that was enough for the dam to break. How 

“Don’t ever say that, darlin’. You’re the reason I’m standin’ here today,” he whispered, kissing the side of your head. “I love you. I love you,” he whispered, as you cried into his chest. “I love you, baby girl. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

Hanzo:

It was difficult to fool Hanzo, in many ways

While he wasn’t always adept with emotion, he knew what it was like to hide ugly feelings below the surface

You were strong, beautiful- just your smile was enough to make Hanzo lose his breath

There were moments though when he’d catch you watching him...looking between him and yourself

When Hanzo would catch you in the mirror staring at yourself...and there was misery

It wounded him in a way he couldn’t describe to see the way you judged yourself, or how you seemed unable to

One day, Hanzo took you to a grand garden in the middle of the Japan. It was popular, but being Hanzo he felt it was best and easiest just to rent out the area for the day so that the two of you need not run into...people

It had all kinds of exotic flowers, though his favorite area in the garden was a massive sacred tree, winding its way up and its leaves blowing in the wind

The two of you took a lunch break beneath it, Hanzo starting to unpack the carefully prepared food he’d made this morning

“Y/n,” he had said as he was placing out the bento boxes, glancing at where you were pouring drinks

Looking up, you had tucked your hair behind your ear. “Yes? Is everything okay?” you had said, and the way your eyes crinkled a little when you smiled made him soften.

“I have a gift for you,” he said, reaching into his bag. “I was hoping you’d open it,” he said, before handing you a box.

“A gift? Its not my birthday or anything,” you said, looking surprised but settling it in your lap. When you opened it, there was a very large, harshly shaped but somewhat circular rock in your hand, and inside was a small hammer. “...Hanzo, what am I looking at?”

Scooching up beside you, Hanzo had carefully pulled you into his lap, his chin resting on your shoulder, as he took the rock and the hammer.

“I may be mistaken, but I’ve noticed lately the way you look at yourself, or at your clothes or your hair. I worry about you,” he says. “This...is you, in my eyes.”

You stared at the rock, not quite understanding. “I’m....the rock,” you said.

“Yes, in a sense,” he agreed, starting to gently hammer at it.

“...In like, an ugly sense? Is it because of how plain it is?” you asked jokingly, but Hanzo frowned.

“No...I worry that you see yourself like this rock. You see jagged edges and the harsh lines, and feel that if I dropped it into this garden, it would blend right. That’s untrue,” he said, seeing the crack forming. Now using the back of the hammer, he managed to crack it in half. 

“You may see the outside when you look at yourself, and think that you are ordinary...but when I look at you, I see this,” he said, opening it to show you beautiful purple amethyst. “I see something...extraordinary. I see a woman so exquisite, so...so wonderful,” he whispered in your ear, “That I can’t help but be so thankful. Thankful that you are mine, and me yours.”

You stared at the beautiful geode...and wondered when he had started to notice. How Hanzo, who was both perceptive and yet sometimes emotionally oblivious, had noticed how you’d been feeling lately... Were you that obvious?

“I...I’m sorry. If I’ve seemed down-” you started, but Hanzo silenced you with the softest brush of his lips over yours.

“I want no apologies, my love. I cannot change how you feel, but I wish for you to talk to me about it. Allow me to comfort you, and remind you that you are more then enough for me,” he says softly. “Can you please do that?”

How had this man become yours, you wondered. 

Leaning your head against his, you sighed softly. “Yes...yes, I’ll try to be more open about it. I love you,” you said softly.

“I love you,” he said softly. 

[jgroffdaily]

'Merrily We Roll Along' made them old friends. Now, the cast is 'dreading' saying goodbye.

Patrick Ryan

USA TODAY

NEW YORK – On July 7, the cast of “Merrily We Roll Along” will take their final Broadway bow together. For the show's tight-knit central trio, the grief has already set in.

The waterworks start not even three minutes into our conversation, huddled in the back of the Hudson Theatre before a weekday performance. Directed by Maria Friedman, the acclaimed revival of Stephen Sondheim's 1981 flop musical charts the fissure of a longtime friendship between Franklin (Jonathan Groff), Charley (Daniel Radcliffe) and Mary (Lindsay Mendez) as they navigate careers in the arts.

Offstage, the threesome has become “thick as thieves,” Mendez says. In the past year and a half, they’ve been there to celebrate births, marriages and pregnancies, as well as seven Tony Award nominations for the production itself, including for their respective performances.

Radcliffe, returning from a short vacation, sprints down the theater aisle as soon as he arrives, where he’s met with a giant bear hug from Groff. They excitedly greet Mendez’s husband, J. Alex Brinson, and her 3-year-old daughter, Lucy, who sweetly stops by to deliver mom coffee. Lucy briefly protests, asking to stay for the rest of the interview.

“That’s how I’m going to be at the end of the show,” Groff jokes. “These two are going to walk out of the building to their families, and I’m going to be like, ‘But I want to go with you!’ And they’ll be like, ‘Jonathan, get a life!’”

But, he adds, “that’s why we’re all crying in this interview: It’s the roles. It’s the life we’ve seen each other live. Doing a long run of a show, you’ve seen everybody’s highs and lows – it really is so bonding.”

Groff, 39, Radcliffe, 34, and Mendez, 41, look back on "Merrily," their careers and more (edited for length and clarity):

Question: There are less than 40 performances left of “Merrily We Roll Along.” Have any unexpected emotions come up as you enter the homestretch?

Radcliffe: Going into it, you just know it’s all going to be very emotionally loaded and bittersweet and lovely and sad. But I’m excited to just feel all those things onstage with (them) for the next few weeks.

Mendez: I think I can speak for Dan, just because we're parents of young children, that this run and how long we’ve been doing it has been taxing. We’ll be ready to get our nights back. But this show and these people have been such a huge part of my life, so I’m going to severely mourn that. (Looks at Groff.) He’s already sobbing!

Groff: (Wiping away tears.) I’ll be a wreck. I have a sinking feeling like I’m going to vomit; it feels like sand through my fingers. Once it’s July 8 or 9, we’ll be mourning. But the part I'm dreading most is doing it for the last time.

Radcliffe: Disclaimer to anyone coming to that final performance: You’re not going to be seeing the show, really. You’ll just see us crying at each other for a couple hours.

You’ve lived with these characters for nearly two years, including the 2022 Off-Broadway run. Are there scenes that hit differently now?

Mendez: I think when … oh, no. (Laughs as she starts to cry.) When we do the end and we say, “Years from now, we’ll remember and we’ll come back.” That really hits me.

Groff: Oh, no, not Lindsay going! Lindsay is the rock!

Radcliffe: Yeah, all three of us do cry, but Jonathan and I have cried considerably more than Lindsay. Sometimes Lindsay will come out for the last scene and we’ll both be in bits. Lindsay knows Jonathan is a lost cause, so she’ll look at me like, “Get it together!” But I do think it changes show to show. Throughout the run, you’ll find new resonances with whatever’s happening in your life. No matter what kind of day you’ve had, there’s some song where you can exorcise those feelings: If you’re having a great day, you’ve got “Bobby and Jackie and Jack.” If I’m having an angry day, I’ve got “Franklin Shepard, Inc.”

Was there a time in your careers when you felt like you had finally "made it?"

Groff: I would also say ("Merrily"). I wanted to be an actor that was always working in theater, but I didn’t imagine quite how – I thought maybe I’d be in the ensemble of a Broadway show. I was taking gymnastics lessons the first year I moved to New York because I really wanted to be in “Mary Poppins,” and I couldn’t do that unless I learned backflips! (Laughs.) And then “Spring Awakening” happened, and it was such a fairy-tale experience. I remember feeling, “Oh, my God, it all happened so fast.” I was in a bit of a state of shock.

But there was also a lot of growing up I had to do; being closeted, there was so much of my life that was compartmentalized. So with this, it feels like getting a do-over of the “Spring Awakening” experience. I’ve never felt more myself. This time, I’m not so blocked and I’m really able to take it in and enjoy it.

What are the offstage moments you're going to miss the most?

Radcliffe: Hanging out in Lindsay’s dressing room. Sorry, Lindsay, that you’ve had to share with us.

Mendez: We have a kiki every day. My daughter is there 50% of the time, playing and eating snacks off of Jonathan’s hand. (Laughs.)

Radcliffe: She watches “Peppa Pig,” so she came in the other day and was like, “Do you want to play 'pass the parcel?'” Also, in the most heated scene of the play, Lindsay hurls bread at people and I’m off in the wings trying to catch it every night. We high-five if I get it and she shames me if I don’t.

Mendez: I do, very much. And now, they’re helping me up and down as I’m navigating this pregnancy.

Groff: Pulling your skirt up (mid-performance) on Sunday as the belly was coming out. I was like, “Oh, my God, that baby is jumping out right now! We’ve got to fix this dress; the gown is coming down!”

Mendez: That's what the joy of the show is: None of us are carrying it by ourselves. Taking that bow together at the end is like the best thing ever.

[nattikay]

ok so um. There’s certainly plenty to be said about Way of Water, plenty of lil comments I want to make...but before I can post about any of that (separately), I just need to ramble about Neteyam a little bit. Bear with me. ;_;  (yes, this will be spoilery)

so the idea that Neteyam was going to die had already been pretty prominent in the fandom for several months. At first it seemed to me to be based on nothing but wild speculation for potential sad plot points. But the more and more promotional material came out, the more and more plausible the theory became, much to my dismay. By the time we reached release day, I had already (if reluctantly) resigned myself to thinking that yes, it was probably going to happen. 

And sure enough, it did.

Even going in knowing full well it was extremely likely to happen, even going in having 100% accepted that it was bound to happen and fully expecting it....gosh it still hurt to watch.

I will admit, I did not cry nearly as much as I expected to during this movie. I teared up a bit multiple times, definitely felt the physical heartache plenty, but nothing spilled over. I thought this was kinda weird, given that previously I’d shed tears even over certain shots from the trailer.

When Neteyam died and I absolutely felt my heart breaking in two yet tears still didn’t fall despite the emotional pain I was absolutely in, I realized why: I was just really dehydrated ^^;

see, worried about having to use the bathroom during the long runtime, I’d been very careful to drink as little as possible throughout the day. Well....it technically worked I guess. I certainly didn’t need to go to the bathroom. but it looks like it dried up most of my tears too (maybe not a wholly bad thing given that this was in public, I suppose).

....and yet despite that, DESPITE my dehydration........that ending???? that ending?????? let’s just say I STILL managed to leave the theater with a tearstained face

“bittersweet” is certainly A Word

just

m a n 😭

and I mean. from a writing perspective, I get it. I really do. The “before your birth, after your death” etc theme ran throughout the movie. Using an unrelated character to do it wouldn’t have as strong an emotional impact as using one of the core family. I get it. As a narrative choice, it makes sense.

but from an in-universe/character-pov perspective....gosh golly that hurt. that hurrrrrrrttttt and I don’t know if I’m ok. ngl i legit feel vaguely ill ;_;

My current job is fairly mindless work, so while I’m working my brain can wander. Naturally today my mind was on the fact that I’d been seeing the movie later so of course I thought a lot about it. Like I said earlier, I was already aware of the Neteyam-dies theory (well, no longer a theory I guess) and at that point had accepted it as inevitable, if depressing. I’d been trying to come to terms with it for a while already.

Those who have followed me long enough might know that there’s another movie I like called Wolf Children. It’s a beautiful movie, honestly, one that I appreciate very much, but have only watched a small handful of times because it makes me sob every single time. It’s about a woman who meets a...well, basically a werewolf (except that the transformations are voluntary), they fall in love and have two kids, but right after the birth of the second one the father dies in an accident, leaving the normal-human mother, to raise these two wolf kids on her own. And that’s most of the movie, following the family as the kids grow up until at the end of the movie all three characters go their separate ways. The ending always felt a little bittersweet to me because, even though both children are alive and well living their own lives, the mother is alone again, with only her memories. We saw the whole childhood, that special time as a family unit, and now that period of their lives is over.

That is, essentially, what I was expecting to be done with Neteyam. Watch his whole life, from birth to, well, in his case death. We see the whole thing and then it’s over, no more future with the rest of his family. Which hurts. And yes, that’s...more or less what happened.

While the two scenarios are not perfectly comparable, mentally framing Neteyam’s (then-impending, now-confirmed) death in terms of Wolf Children did actually help me cope with the then-theory. 

I have to remind myself that even though his story is over, and that it ended tragically, that what we saw...wasn’t everything. It was snippets. We saw only very few snippets. For long stretches in between those snippets. For roughly 15 years the Sully family lived more or less in peace. Neteyam had a happy childhood. He lived all that, even though we only saw it so very briefly. I have to remind myself of this, repeatedly.

because even knowing that, watching the tragedy...it’s...it’s hard...

i just...

i just...

and then that. that ending I--

I just--

my heart is broken, it is aching, i cannot ;_;

[silver-tooth-the-panther]

Greetings! May I request some Doma soft vore? Maybe with a Reader insert or even Akaza?

( Akaza or Reader) is going through an emotional state where he/ they actually start having panic attacks and hyperventilating? If not Reader- I am new and don't know if there are rules where Reader inserts are not allowed on this blog- then Akaza! Have a gorgeous week!

(Here’s your fic request! I honestly had a lot of fun writing it and I hope that you enjoy just as much as I have. I was kinda afraid of writing Douma, but I don’t think I did a bad job. If you have any criticisms, leave them in the comments!)

No One Will Hurt You

(A Douma x G/N reader vore fic)

Warning: Panic attack, mention of death, PTSD, and comfort vore.

Today had been a great day for Douma. The time of worship at The Paradise Faith church had gone exceptionally well and none of his followers had to be punished. Although he was confused by one thing. You were absent from the church today.

He knew that you loved him dearly, so your absence was worrisome. Once all the preparations and rituals had been completed, Douma headed straight back to his home. Luckily, your home wasn’t too far from the church, so he was able to get there quickly. “Darling! I’m home!” He sang as he opened the sliding door.

It was quiet and dark inside the house. Again, this was also unusual. You would always greet him with a hug when he came home, so this worried him even more. “Darling, are you home?” He asked with a slight hint of worry. Douma knew that something was wrong.

The house was clean as it usually was, but there was a feeling of dread all throughout the house. Douma made his way over to the bedroom, hoping that you were there. Once he got to the bedroom door, Douma pressed his ear against it. He heard panicked breathing and soft sobs. Douma gently opened the door and said, “Darling?”

You were on the bed with your hands on your chest. Your breathing was irregular and you didn’t seem to notice Douma opening the door. Once he saw you, he immediately rushed to your side. He gently picked up your feeble human body and put you close to his chest. “Oh my.. What’s wrong?”

You couldn’t catch your breath, despite his presence. He knew that humans suffered from these events. “Panic attacks” he remembered that’s what you called them. He had never experienced one himself, but he knew that they were agonizing. “You poor thing.. here I know what will calm you down.”

Douma has helped you with these panic attacks before, so he knew what to do. He gently picked you up and put your head into his maw. Your breathing was still irregular, but you calmed down a bit when you felt the warmth of Douma’s maw. Douma then slowly started to swallow you. The warmth and plush like walls of his throat and belly were always enough to calm you.

Douma’s throat was like a soft, squishy tunnel that carried you down further and further into his body. He gently purred as you made your way down. Douma traced your body with his hand as you were being carried to his belly.

His belly was soft and warm. It was like a big pouch that you could curl up in. The plush walls moved gently around you. Douma’s belly made wonderful soothing sounds that always put you at ease. It was here that you were able to calm down. You were able to feel safe.

Douma sighed as he put his hand on his enlarged belly. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” Your breathing was still harsh, but you were able to speak now. “Yeah…” He was happy to hear that. He hated seeing you in pain. Although he didn’t feel it himself, Douma couldn’t bear the thought of seeing you hurt.

“Now tell me.” Douma said sweetly. “What happened?” You were quiet for a minute. “I..may have seen my mother’s killer..” Douma nearly gasped at this news. He remembered that you told him that your mother was killed a few years ago. They never caught the killer, so you used to live in constant fear until you met him.

“You did?…” He said softly. Douma gently rubbed his belly, hoping to soothe you. “Yeah, he didn’t notice me though. I was trying to get some candles for the cult when I saw him..” You winced through your tears. “Is that why you weren’t there to worship today?” Douma asked in a concerned voice.

“Yeah..I hope that you’re not mad.” Douma shook his head. “No, dear I’m not mad at you..I may not understand emotions that well, but I know that must’ve been hard for you.” You started to sob into the soft stomach walls. Douma heard your cries and held his belly close.

“I’ll find him, dear, and I’ll make him pay. Do you understand?” You nodded inside his belly. “I do..” Douma sighed in frustration. “Do you remember what he looks like?” You snuggled into Douma’s tummy. “He had brown, short hair, long legs, and a strange scar on his eye. He wore a black and green kimono and crimson pants.”

Douma nodded. “Thank you. I promise to find him by the end of the day.” Although you wanted him to go after the killer, you didn’t want to leave his side just yet. “Douma..” You said with a tired voice. “Yes?” He replied with a sweet hum. “Would you mind staying with me for a little while? I’m not really ready for you to leave.”

“Why of course!” He held his belly closer as he started to hum a gentle tune. Although he was a demon, he truly did care about you. Douma would stay by your side for as long as you needed him. But one thing was for sure. He will find the killer and make him pay for what he did to you.

[blackbirdsinatrenchcoat]

been a hot minute and nobody asked for it but it’s back

top ten songs that i feel were written for the sole purpose of ending me

Ascension by Natalie Holt. i watched the loki finale. yeah i’m still mentally stable (lie). this SOMG. my GOSH. i cry almost every time i hear it /gen. and not just cus of the finale. this was composed so beautifully and i. guys. help me(don’t help me i will not shut up about this song)

when the flies fell by Sub Urban. i can’t explain this one it’s just. yeah. the contrast of the gentleness and aggression in the song is so. and the lyrics. his voice is so SOMETHING that it feels like a conversation and y’all. a gentle ‘i want to be here, but i’m so tired. i don’t have any more in me to give.’ i can’t even today

Sick of the Silence by Mother Mother. sigh. when i say this is what it feels like to want to scream i MEAN it. this song encapsulates that helpless feeling of being trapped in your head and having no words or knowledge of how to fix it. and the whole ‘i don’t wanna know what’s buried underneath’ about being afraid of introspection because you don’t know how (or what you’ll find) is so. UGH. sob

We Don’t Speak Anymore by Bears in Trees. it’s so soft in the beginning but then it gets loud and yeah. that’s how it feels to say ‘i miss you’ quietly but what i mean is ‘you took a big chunk of my heart and now it’s not beating right and i want you to tell me what went wrong so i can fix it and you can come back but i know that nothing went wrong and you’d go either way’. who let them do that

the back of the moon by Cavetown. it’s one of the songs that reverberates so deeply that you can truly feel the emotion in it. ‘the glow might remind her of me’ excuse me? i love how it’s so soft and lavender and sweet and loving and ‘i’m so proud of you! go do great things! (just remember me. please.)’ yeagh. this song stabbed me

POWDER by Melanie Martinez. it’s so perfect. some people don’t like how it’s vocoded but that’s what makes is good. like, ‘i can’t go on like this, i can’t help you anymore but i wish i could this is something you have to do on your own. i still love you.’ who gave her permission to do that.

Be by Hozier. GUYS. this song is so violently tender. and also he yells at politicians? plus religious imagery? i could talk about the vocals for years. ‘when the sea rises to meet us, and there’s nothing left for you and i to do, when there’s nobody upstairs to receive us, when i have no kind words left, love for you’? *loudly coughinh*

Meteor Shower by Cavetown. i am violently sobbing. it’s so. i cannot get enough of this song. ‘my heart and the earth share the same rule, it starts with love and it ends with you’. DAMN. that’s the line. everyone else go home. how else can you say that? i cannot help but to love you, it’s in my nature, and in nature itself? i’m never writing again because i can’t ever live up to that

Hurricane by Panic! at the Disco. listening to this song as a kid fundamentally changed me as a person. i’m being so serious, this song changed me. sneaking my tablet, speakers to my ear, eyes wide, realizing that there was other music made me a little bit different. ‘fix me or just conflict me, cause i’ll take anything’ SOB. guys i. who would i be without this song

All Eyes On Me by Bo Burnham. did you think you’d make it through this list without Bo. this song is. i don’t have enough words. it’s underwater, it’s drowning, it’s choking, it’s the fifth state of matter. i cannot explain how this song feels.

[theoccoven]

⇢ [11:00] - Pride x Greed

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Pride [The Devil/Mochizuki Ryōsyke] x Greed [Mammon/Lev Volkov] | 𝙂𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚: Angst, Timestamp | 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 387 | 𝘼𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨: Original Work | 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨:

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: A body can only take so much until it destroys itself.

It was the middle of the night and Greed was going through one of his episodes, which the mansion deemed ‘Emotion Shock’. The curse put on him after he was dethroned working its magic. This curse suppressed his emotions causing a build up and exhaustion. This exhaustion left him with a week's worth of sleep.

Normally Sloth helped him but today Pride was the only one around. He was worried, setting aside his hate for the other sin, as he caressed their tan cheek. She let out a shaky breath as she spoke quietly. “Your eyes are getting paler.” He looked in the other man’s already glassy eyes, watching them turn even more soulless. Greed could barely hold them open as he let out a small low groan.

“I bet they are.” He said almost sarcastically. Tears built up in his eyes and he hated the warm feeling they brought. He felt no emotion but the warmth reminded him of the fact that he couldn’t feel.

“I don’t know…” Greed mumbled, Pride already knowing that was the answer just not sure of what to say. They made an uncomfortable sound as they moved in her lap leaning into her touch subconsciously. 

“Just go to sleep, it’ll make you feel better.”

“Don’t want to…” They muttered softly, moving a little more. “I wanted to go out with Sloth.” He spoke quietly trying to fight the slowing of his heart rate. His eyes slowly closed, his chest rising and falling slowly. Pride’s fingers ran through Greed’s hair, tears filling his eyes. He chewed his bottom lip letting out another shaky breath. His hand shaky wiping tears from Greed’s face.

“Go to sleep.” He mumbled softness that Greed would never experience while awake. “You and Sloth can do stuff together later when you feel better.” ‘Bear’. He had to cut himself off before the unspoken nickname slipped out. When it was sure the man was asleep Pride let his tears fall, sniffling. She pressed a ghost of a kiss to Greed’s forehead.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated the apology over and over again. She softly sobbed as her head went to his chest listening to his faint heartbeat. She knew this was her fault, his emotions ran out of control because of her. 

“I’m so sorry this is all my fault.”

⇢ @theoccoven - 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙙, 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩, 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙯𝙚, 𝙚𝙩𝙘. [2024 - 2025]

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[novthewolf]

Imagine : Helping Luisa Madrigal through her anxiety

Luisa never took real breaks, overworking herself every day. It was the only way to show her worth and her role in the family, Madrigal. A lot of people rely on her physically and emotionally. But they sometimes forget that she’s only 19 and that having strength doesn’t mean being able to handle emotions by herself.

And you understood that, and so did her family after rebuilding Casita. But it wasn’t that easy for Luisa to accept that she didn’t have to be the strong one anymore. In her mind, it meant that she was worthless. If she wasn’t the strong one in her family, who was she?

You and Luisa have been dating for some time now, so you easily see when she’s not okay. She never truly talked about her feelings with you. Well, she obviously tells you she loves you all the time, but it’s never about her feelings.

And yet, today, it changed. Maybe it was due to your insistence, or maybe she just had enough, and she couldn’t bear keeping her emotions inside.

So she confessed.

"I was always the rock of the family, y'know? Everyone was counting on me and loved me because I was the strong one and I could help them. But if I’m not the “strong girl” and my strength is not as needed as before, maybe nobody needs me. I’m just worthless. I don’t even have a role in my own family."

You were stunned. You knew something was wrong, but you didn’t expect her to be so hurt. It really hurt you. She was crying, and yet you haven’t spoken up yet.

“Even to you, she sobs. I may not be enough for you anymore."

“Don’t be silly, Lu'!”

You hugged her as tight as you could. And she did the same with you (not squishing you, of course).

“I’ll love you even without your strength, ‘cause you are so much more than that! You exclaimed and looked into her eyes. You’re a loving person with a stubborn attitude, and you care so much about your family.”

She nods and smiles with teary eyes. You smiled back. You rest your forehead against her and close your eyes. Unlike her, who’s still watching you, Luisa then leans on you and kisses you with sadness and love.

There is still work to do to help Luisa and her self-love. But you are more than ready to help her.

[brunchable]

I'd Choose You (One Shot) || Doctor Strange x Varitant!Reader

Word count: 1.1K

WARNINGS: Angst.

Context: End of a Secret War, Battle World (Latverion)

Honorable Mentions: Iron Man, Captain America and Thor

A/N: Inspired by a quote I found while scrolling through my feed. Had to quickly write it before It gets lost in my head.

This one is purely just my imagination and does not represent how the 'Battle World' or 'Secret Wars' work.

You conceded defeat and fell to your knees in front of the winners of this secret war. The ground beneath you is scorching hot from the flames of battle and the devastation. Your eyes fill with tears as you come to terms with the fate of your world. It was a matter of survival or extinction for both of your realities, and both sides were merely protecting their own home. The variants of your allies look at you with guilt in their eyes because they were never your enemies in the first place.

You are now on your own. Every member of your team has perished at the hands of the other reality. You were the only survivor. It seemed as though destiny had decided who would get to live. You were crying softly, with your head bowed and your hands clutching the fabric of your pants as you sobbed uncontrollably. You experienced a sense of guilt over the fact that billions of innocent people will lose their lives today.

"I really do apologize that things have to end this way." Captain Rogers said as he forced himself to swallow the tough mass he felt in his throat. When human lives are lost as a result of this victory, he cannot accept it as a victory at all. 

You gave a small nod and then mustered the strength to compose yourself, wiping your eyes with the cuff of your sleeves.

"I'm sorry, but I just can't accept your apology. Everyone was simply doing their duties, the same as I did. " When you responded, your voice was hoarse and exhausted. Your eyes slowly made their way around, looking at the various faces of your friends, "I genuinely hope that all of you won't have to bear the weight of guilt when you return to your homeworld. This guilt is mine and mine alone to bear until the very moment that I die. I failed my reality. "

“To me, it doesn't look like you've failed them (Y/N), because you're here, aren't you? You are a hero. You fought until the very end, and you did not abandon your people. ” Thor spoke from his heart, fully aware of the emotions that you were experiencing at that very moment because he had been in your shoes.

You smiled lightly and shed a tear at the words of the God. Thor has always had a way with words that makes everyone feel better. You were moved by the fact that he was able to empathize and understand how you felt.

"Ugh, I think the gas is starting to affect my eyes. Let’s go before everyone starts getting sore eyes." While clearing his throat, Tony Stark discreetly wiped the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand. Tony Stark looked over at you for the final time and offered you a modest smile as the portal spacecraft descended slowly from the sky. You gave him a smile in return, indicating that there are no ill feelings between the two of you.

The way Stephen was looking at you made you think he was waiting for you to address him, “Go ahead, I’ll be there in five.” He told the rest of the Avengers before turning around, using his cloak of levitation to soar towards you.

“(Y/N),” Strange called out your name.

“Stephen.” You tilted your head up to face him while tears continued to stream down your grazed cheeks.

Stephen supported your face for you since you seemed to lack the strength to keep it up on your own, “I’m so sorry.”

 “I told you, there’s no need to.” You smiled weakly, reassuring him.

“I’m not apologizing about the war. I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you in my world or even here in this one. ” Stephen's facial expressions became more rigid as he attempted to stop his own tears from escaping.

A quiet chuckle left your busted lip and you shook your head as you said, "Stephen, I'm the only one still standing. I think I protected myself quite well."

Stephen let out a breathy chuckle. One corner of his lips twitched as he struggled to maintain a smile on his face. “Who taught you how to show off?”

“I got it from you.” Your smile quivered as it appeared on your face. You placed your hand over his hand, and the tips of your fingers felt those scars you were so familiar with. “What were we in your universe, Stephen?” You asked out of curiosity.

“We never really worked it out, so you moved on, and I regret not telling you how I feel about you every second of my life.” His gaze swept over all of your features with a mixture of admiration and regret, “I couldn’t tell you because I get scared.”

“Then tell me now.” 

“Strange! Time’s ticking! ” Stark yelled from the ship that had already landed.

Stephen knelt down in front of you on both knees, and this time he cupped both of your cheeks with the palm of his hands, “I love you and if I could ever get another chance;  I’d choose you, in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.” Stephen’s voice started off strong, but then he broke down, realizing that he could never be with you.

You wept in front of him. His confession provided comfort for you given the fact that your Stephen did not have the opportunity to express his feelings to you as well. You took a long breath in order to find your voice before saying, "Face your fears, Doctor Strange."

“Strange!” Stark shouted again, a little more impatient this time.

You moved closer to him and planted a gentle kiss on the apple of his cheek, “It’ll be okay, go and don’t look back.” You whispered and gently pushed his hands away from you. 

Stephen got to his feet without taking his eyes off of you, and you continued to smile at him the whole time to put him at ease. As soon as he turned his back on you, you immediately lost your composure and began to softly cry by yourself, covering your face with your hands. Stephen walked away with salty water welling in his eyes and he could hear your sobbing, which made it difficult for him not to look back at you.

You could hear the engine of the spacecraft heating up as it prepared to transport them back to their own world. The spaceship vanished in a brilliant flash that covered the crimson sky. You were now waiting for your own spacecraft, which would carry you back to your home planet, the one that had been defeated by this incursion. Despite your feelings of sadness, you had a sense of peace, knowing that somewhere out in the multiverse, you’ll meet each other again.

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[purple-krystie7]

Trauma and Emotions

Glamrock Freddy X GN Reader ANGST

TW: Mention of trauma, (Yelling) and slightly graphic self harm/relapsing, please do not read if you are sensitive to this topic.

(If you are someone who self harms, I want you to know you are strong, relapsing does not mean you are weak.)

You were in an irritable mood. Everything seemed to be making it worse and worse. You didn’t want to be at work, but calling in just wasn’t an option with rent, food and all the stupid shit you needed the money for. The only thing keeping you together was…him. Freddy Fazbear was, well, if you know the name,yes, an animatronic. You two got close really fast when you started working at the Pizza Plex. It was a strange feeling to be so close to something that wasn’t human, but by everything else was sentient, with emotions, opinions, and interests of its…no...his own. The friendship grew into something more when you told him that your feelings were deeper. Him admitting the same was an amazing feeling but there were still the opinions of others that you weren't very fond of nor could handle at times.

Handling your emotions was…hard. You were overly sensitive to certain things, thanks to previous trauma. You have moved on for the most part, but sometimes it can be too much, and you’re back to square one, but it hasn't happened in awhile.Freddy himself was very new with experiencing the new emotions he had when it came to you and everything else as well, making your relationship even more rocky.

Freddy walked into his room, where you were taking a break. You had just dealt with a ‘Karen’ as they call them, a very rude woman demanding everything under the sun, most of which you could not provide, this had soured your mood more. Freddy was silent as he walked over to his mirror. The two of you had had an argument not long ago, it happens, typical lovers quarrel, but it never fully resolved so it was a bit awkward at the moment. He seemed tense, well as tense as an animatronic could look. He wasn't looking at you when he finally spoke.

“So, how are you?”

No superstar? No nickname at all…

“I’m, fine..” you honestly don't want to talk to him, just not today, everything you’re dealing with, one more thing could-

“You’re obviously not.” His voice rose a bit, causing you to tense.

“I..Freddy I just. Please can I be alone?”

The tears were already starting at this point, but not realizing how your tone was, it caused him to clench his fist.

“Y/N!”

He yelled your name, his loud voice causing you to jump. He had never fully yelled at you, he knew very well that was a trigger.

“can you not just understand??! What is wrong with you?! Maybe we should just-“

He continued to yell before stopping when he locks eyes with yours

You knew how that sentence was going to end, you felt your heart drop

The tears are already pouring down your face, he doesn’t see for long though as you take right off. He calls after you but the pounding in your ears blocks it out, you just run.

Finding a lone bathroom you lock the door with your key and sit on the floor. He had never acted this angry towards you, not even in the argument previously. He's usually very calm and collected

You sobbed, looking at your bag that you had grabbed as you ran, laying beside you. No..I can’t..but I..

Soullessly you reached over and opened it, finding your shaver, staring at it for a moment, before ripping off the blade.

I cant..i cantIcanttake it

Your mind is a mess.

The blade slices your skin, again and again as you continue to sob, you have hit the limit. You wanted to die right then.

You scream, frustrated, angry, sad.

The blood pours from your wrists, the sting of the cuts making you more upset as you realize you relapsed. So much progress for something like this to undo it all.

A banging on the door jolts you from your haze. Clearing your throat and trying to sound calm you call out.

“O..occupied!”

There's silence, then the door opens.

Right, the animatronics have full access in emergency

“Y/n!” The large bear runs to you, causing you to jump out of fear

“I…how did you..?”

You can’t look at him.

“Your fazwatch is still in your bag, I was able to track you and-”

He looks to the mess you have made, eyes widening.

“y/n…oh…oh my poor starlight…I am so sorry.”

He holds your hands in his larger ones and starts to sob, no tears but he is obviously very upset.

“My love..I should have realized..I do not know what came over me, I should have realized, I saw you were frustrated earlier but..”

He stops

“Let me take you to a first aid station…please”

You just shudder, still heaving small sobs

He picks you up and notifies the front desk to call a cleanup. He carefully but frantically takes you to a med station, making sure no one notices so there's no panic.

He carefully wraps your wrists after cleaning them. You both sit there in silence, you staring at his eyes half lidded, completely out of emotion.

Once he’s done he grabs some water, asking you to take a sip, you do.

“Starlight, I want to fully apologize now, I was not myself back there…” he cups your face. “ my emotions are all over the place but that does not excuse my sudden outburst. I want you to know I love you, I love you so much, please, if you are ever on the verge like this let me know, I cannot stand to see you hurt yourself like that” he’s crying again. You place a hand on his.

“Freddy…i'm sorry”

“There's no need for you to be sorry, I knew your trigger, it was all me, relapsing can happen, that does not mean you are weak.”

You are both crying now, holding each other.

“We can get through this y/n, we can overcome this.”

You still loved each other dearly, and hoped you could get through this together.

[makeste]

BnHA 326: What’s up Kids, It’s Me, Your Old Pal Stain

Previously on BnHA: Ochako shamed the U.A. Clown Mob into letting Deku go back inside his own fucking school by giving them an hour-long speech about how not to be humongous dickheads. Kouta and Gigantic Fox Lady saved the manga by being the only ones brave enough to give Deku a hug. Shouto was all “man, all this togetherness sure does remind me of that promise you made that we would handle Touya together which you immediately bailed on, doesn’t it, Dad.” Aizawa was all, “for the one and a half people out there who thought that my losing an eye and a leg might actually make me less sexy, I’m very happy to prove you wrong.” All Might was all, “[standing outside the U.A. fortress alone in the rain talking to someone or something??].” Like seriously, what was up with that though.

Today on BnHA: All Might is all “here I am in Kamino having a belated mid-life crisis because Deku abandoned me and I’m a terrible mentor and everything sucks and I hate myself.” Stain is all, “don’t make me come over there and give you a ten page speech about why you’re still the goat while menacingly holding you at swordpoint the entire time” because idk if you knew this guys, but Stain is pretty crazy actually. Anyway so he does that, and then All Might gets all emotional, and then the lady from chapter 92 shows up and gives All Might’s statue an encouraging pep talk, and then Horikoshi is all “and it even stopped raining lol can you believe this shit I’m not even a little bit subtle,” and he really isn’t. But I still got emotional anyway, because seeing people reassure All Might that everything he’s struggled for his entire life hasn’t been in vain just got to me okay. Horikoshi knows I am weak to the All Might feels and he just goes for the jugular every time, that bastard.

lmao. “in the neverending downpour, All Might is...” yeah, thank you, glad we’re getting right to that then

“All Might is driving 95 mph in his busted ass car in the pouring rain, is what he’s doing.” huh

so basically a day or two after his adopted child refused to accept the handmade bento that he packed with love, my man is out here acting like he’s got nothing to live for anymore. this sure bodes well for certain prophecies on which the clock is still ominously ticking down

his fucking face though omg. is it weird that I’m kind of hoping more people ambush him just because I think it’d be funny to see them get their asses kicked like the last bunch

(ETA: or maybe he will just stand there openly not giving a fuck and basically daring them to stab him!! get it together please All Might.)

side note, “anti-hero supporters” is such a strange way of saying “people who hate heroes”, which I’m assuming is what they actually wanted to say?? this makes it sound like it’s a group that really loves antiheroes. “these Hannibal stans have been a real menace lately. time to go deal with them”

ha ha ha, fucking ouch

are you really gonna do it Horikoshi you bastard. are you really going to let that be the final encounter between the two characters whose relationship you once described as the vertical axis of the entire fucking story. are you really gonna?? huh??

huh

you’re telling me you were driving 112 mph and you still didn’t get there in time. you’re losing your touch old man. lol Todo’s ice is almost fully melted already, how late were you

(ETA: so apparently this is taking place after the end of chapter 325, meaning he went to U.A., hung out for a bit, saw the kids come back with his bedraggled half-dead protégé in tow, watched as they shamed the civilians into some long-overdue character development, and then was all “welp, time to go argue with the hero-hating faction or something because I’m feeling useless.” and Edge just let him go, just like that. though to be fair I have to imagine it’s pretty hard to say no to All Fucking Might.)

also belated lol at the fact that the kids were all “yeahhhhhhh we are definitely not gonna touch that thing, let’s just leave it here, he doesn’t need it anyway.” probably the right call to make since they couldn’t get a hazmat team on such short notice

fuck. ha ha ha fucking ouch part two

All Might please put that thing down before you get gangrene. also yeah, you dropped the ball, good for you to acknowledge it. nobody’s perfect and you did your best. but yeah you could have handled a lot of things completely differently. but I still love you

is Horikoshi really putting this flashback here. are you serious. what kind of fucking sadist

look, I swear I’m not one of those people that runs up and down the street shouting “DEATH FLAG!!” at every third panel lol. but this shit screamed Death Flag when we originally got it, and it’s screaming DEATH FLAG!!! even more now. like with the capital letters and exclamation marks and all. and that’s just a fact. I don’t like it but that’s how it is

ffkdjslk

“DID YOU READ THE SIGN??!” Horikoshi asks while zooming in maniacally because he thinks we’re blind or something. lol what

-- though actually, it only just occurred to me that this sign is actually written in English. I never really paid attention up until now and had been assuming it was written in Japanese and translated by the scanlators, but the writing here is clearly part of the original image. anyway so maybe that’s why he’s zooming in?? just to make sure everybody pays attention lol

okay fuck this

see, this is the whole problem right here. once again All Might is all on his own. Deku’s self-destructive angst spiral was fortunately brought to a grinding halt because he actually has support from his friends and family and teachers and classmates. but All Might never had that same kind of support, and it’s made all the difference between the two of them, and not in a good way. Katsuki wasn’t wrong when he said All Might and Deku were both cut from the same cloth. but now when it’s All Might’s turn to go all “I WALK A LONELY ROAD~~” once again, there’s nobody in sight

just, after forty plus years of him carrying this torch, I just wish someone would finally come along to let him know he doesn’t have to. all those things that he wanted to say to Deku are also things that he needs and deserves to hear himself. Aizawa was making a little progress there, but now he’s got his sad zombie cloud boyfriend situation to deal with, and we can’t expect him and his perfect hair to solve all our problems. someone else has gotta step up

oh my god

“you rang?” never mind I take it all back sob

omg why am I laughing. shit

this man truly has the best PR game in the series. we were truly convinced he was gonna suddenly become a good guy and defend All Might against the other villains or some nonsense. as if this wasn’t the same man who decided on a whim that Iida Tensei deserved to be paralyzed, and that his fifteen-year-old brother deserved to die for daring to be upset about it

lol even All Might is all “I genuinely never saw this coming” lmao

just want to say, for the record, I have always harbored a very sensible hatred toward Stain. feeling very vindicated right now. good job Past Me

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STAIN: heard you talking shit old man

ME: smh that’s what I thought you’d say you dumb fucking Stain

STAIN: how dare you talk about All Might that way

ME: gljfljgk

(ETA: in hindsight I have no idea how I didn’t clue in sooner that he didn’t recognize him -- or, well, ~didn’t recognize~ him, to be more accurate lol. I think it was the whole “is that a slight against the heroes?” thing that threw me. Viz’s translation makes it much clearer that he’s offended on behalf of All Might specifically, not heroes in general. anyways.)

sob. so All Might is all “yeah I don’t blame you for not recognizing me in this sweet leather jacket”

good thing he still knows how to do this party trick

A+ reflexes on Stain’s part presumably pulling the sword back a few inches to keep this dumbass from impaling himself with his whole pufferfish routine. can you imagine if that was the gruesome death Nighteye foresaw. and he was just too embarrassed to say anything

lol anyways guess I was wrong about Stain everyone

way to fucking go, Past Me. you really biffed this one

oh wait

Stain sure is one wacky rollercoaster ride

oh fuck me lol I forgot how much I did not miss this

(ETA: “this here is the sacred ground where All Might gave up the last of his power and turned into a shriveled old man!! please ignore the part where I admit to knowing all about that, and yet pretend not to recognize said man when he’s standing two feet in front of me.”)

Past Me, I know we’ve had our ups and downs these past ninety seconds, but I’m really starting to think you were on to something. this dude has always been kind of insufferable. always acting like his high horse is a fucking giraffe when it’s actually a Shetland pony

dammit now he’s got All Might going off on a depressed monologue

oh my god my heart

shit

why the fuck does that hit so hard. he became a hero because he couldn’t bear to just sit back and let bad things happen to people who didn’t deserve it. I mean that’s basically the same as every hero ever, right? so why does it still hit so fucking hard every single time though. what is it about seeing someone so determined to stand up for other people and fight on their behalf. it just never loses its impact no matter how many times I see that determination mirrored in so many of my favorite characters

“I wanted to make the world a better place.” omg. but you did, though. like seriously, I feel like people are always dogging on him for not being 100% perfect, and fandom really doesn’t give him enough credit for everything he still managed to accomplish. this man came of age at a time when Japan was by all accounts a total shitshow, and singlehandedly managed to bring about an era of peace that lasted for four fucking decades. can you imagine having peace for that long?? that’s longer than I’ve been alive. shit

and he gave people hope. he inspired them and protected them and made them feel safe. and no, he couldn’t save everyone, because he’s only one fucking dude (and also because the whole time AFO was also out there desperately working to undermine him so that he could keep preaching his narrative of “heroes are bad actually”). but you know what he did do, is inspire multiple new generations of heroes who, if they can all manage to work together, will finally be able to accomplish everything he never could

so yeah. forty years of peace, and inspired the “that’s how we all became the greatest heroes” generation -- that’s a fucking win in my book. talk about having a net positive impact on the world. lol anyways now I’m all fired up and ready to fight anyone who tries to talk any shit about you, All Might

“but what if I talk shit about myself” okay listen up All Might I’m gonna need you to try just a little bit harder to work with me here okay. please calm down and stop blaming yourself for every single bad thing that’s ever happened in the world. do you remember that time Bakugou was blaming himself for Kamino, and you gave him a hug and told him it wasn’t his fault, and that he was only a boy, and that even though he was strong, even strong people can struggle with the burdens they place on themselves, and that you were sorry for not seeing that earlier? do you remember all of that? that’s what I want someone to tell you too, dammit. anyway please stop breaking my heart please and thanks

wtf

are you dead All Might

um

I don’t even have the slightest idea what’s happening lol

oh snap did he grab him so they could hide??

hold the fucking phone. don’t tell me this person in the background with the umbrella is here to actually do something decent??

oh my godddd

and here come the feels. oh boy. okay don’t mind me, I’m just gonna sit here sobbing over this fictional lady and her simple act of kindness in this weekly shounen manga that I care about way too much

FUCKING DAMMIT AND HERE’S A SECOND HELPING

DON’T MIND ME, I’M JUST GETTING DISPROPORTIONATELY EMOTIONAL OVER THIS WOMAN’S DETERMINATION TO HONOR A MAN WHO SACRIFICED EVERYTHING TO SAVE HER AND COUNTLESS OTHERS. I’M JUST HAVING SOME FEELS OVER HERE ABOUT HER HEARTFELT, DOESN’T-EVEN-KNOW-ANYONE-ELSE-IS-WATCHING FEELINGS OF GRATITUDE THAT COMPELLED HER TO COME OUT HERE AND MAKE THIS SMALL BUT POWERFUL GESTURE. I’M JUST OUT HERE GETTING ALL PROFOUNDLY WORKED UP ABOUT STATUE MAINTENANCE AND THE HUMAN RACE. NEVER MIND. JUST IGNORE ME AND CARRY ON

holy shit. I was not even remotely prepared. you can’t just do that to me. you can’t just leave all these death flags on my lawn and then suddenly shift gears to show me the best of humanity in a chapter where I was expecting the worst. that fucks a person up lol

OH ARE WE STILL GOING

my heart. you see that, All Might. your legacy is so much more powerful and meaningful than you think

...has. has Stain actually been giving All Might a pep talk this entire time

I give up lol. this dude is a fucking enigma

YAYYY

it may just be a metaphor panel, but I’ll take it lol. I missed them. nice to see the traffic light trio front and off-center. I know the whole “this is the story of how we all became the greatest heroes” thing had left some questioning whether certain characters would continue to play a central role in the narrative, and hopefully this will help to ease those concerns just a bit

anyway, so idk if it’s getting a bit chilly down there in hell, but damned if Stain didn’t just give an actual decent fucking speech

I have to say, earlier when I was whining about All Might not having a support squad, I really was not expecting Stain to be the one to come over and pat his head and reassure him that he made the world a better place

-- okay LISTEN

YOU CAN’T JUST COME INTO MY HOUSE AND HIT ME WITH THOSE ALL MIGHT TEARS AGAIN GODDAMMIT THIS ISN’T FAIR. my god. first 317 and now this

holy fucking shit

“I’m just gonna pretend like I haven’t been stalking him for two days and didn’t see the entire Deku bentogate thing go down, and then I’ll give him the whole big speech that I rehearsed, and then I’ll turn around and be all ‘BUT IF YOU’RE A TRUE HERO’, and then I’ll toss him the super-secret AFO wifi password that I stole from Tartarus. god I’m such a badass. fucking give myself chills”

so basically what you’re telling me is that this whole time my “what’s up kids” characterization of Stain from this shitpost has actually been 100% accurate. just want to make sure I’m understanding this right. okay then

“and then I’ll dramatically spin around and be all NOW COME KILL ME BITCH”

it must be so much fun to write Stain. drawing this coked-out maniac who talks like a chatbot that was trained to speak by reading Alan Moore monologues. that must be a trip

anyway so All Might is still crying, the awesome lady from chapter 92 is admiring her handiwork totally oblivious to the batshit insanity going on fifty meters to her right, and it’s finally stopped raining lol

“THE RAIN WAS A METAPHOR YOU SEE” yes, yes, we got it lol. thanks for that Horikoshi. don’t think we needed any help putting the pieces together on that one but I appreciate the effort

so that’s the end! and as I mentioned in another post, I had the count off by one chapter, but next week should be cliffhanger week! so break out your U.A. Traitor bingo cards, friends and fiends. either that or something else happens that I’m completely not expecting at all. which, based on my success rate with Stain predictions, I’d say is more than likely lol

mmm but anyway, so now that the Hug Deku 2021 campaign has finally come to an end, what’s it gonna take to get a hug for my struggling bento-preparing jacket-rocking world-weary death-flag-waving husband who is the worthiest man to ever live and deserves the fucking world, goddammit