#Okay. okay. trembling wailing sobbing. this got SO long im crying

[runelocked]

🌟 feardrummed!

WHAT DOES MY MUSE THINK OF YOURS? / ALWAYS ACCEPTING!

He names a star for Ollie, years later, when he’s alone. Actually calls it Ollie: gives her that, if only because he finds it moderately amusing to imagine the look on her face if she ever found out. And because the name Olivia rings a little hollow now — reminds him of pink sparkly dresses hung in the back of wardrobes, untouched and collecting dust; of half - finished designs for a drummer animatronic, abandoned; of the uncomfortable fear she could pull out of him by stumbling home late, his questions and demands to know her whereabouts left unanswered. Thinking of Olivia feels like something of a murdered daughter — at least Ollie had only run away.

So he names a star Ollie. On one of those ridiculous knock - off websites that looked like it hadn’t been updated since the early 2000s, half - sure he was going to be scammed out of $20. He isn’t. That makes it worse somehow. Does it on a random day in January when he’s feeling extra nostalgic, sitting curled up on the couch in a blanket he tells everyone his eldest daughter bought him: she’s the only child he still admits to having. Other employees in the Pizzaplex enquire politely about his life: William James Attik rolls his eyes and chuckles, I have a daughter. A drummer. She ran away when she was sixteen to join a band. Haven’t seen her since.

Ollie is a relatable story. Gets him some sympathy, some sighs and knowing nods from other parents. Kids are all the same, they tell him, give her time. She’ll come back. She’s the only one he can really talk about with any truth — can’t exactly say I had three other children who are living dead in metal suits or worse thanks to me, not unless he wants to be heavily medicated for the rest of his life. Which . . . might not be the end of the world, he’s realizing, since recovering some sanity. Maybe that would have helped.

So yeah. Star named Ollie. Or maybe not a star. Maybe a planet ? Or space dust ? He hadn’t read the website closely enough. Just thought it would be a good way to prove to others that he does love her: which he does. He’d burn down the fucking world for her. Maybe he was always a little more concerned with burning than he was with just quietly sitting with her, father to daughter. A star or a planet or space dust. He changes the story slightly every time when he tells a new person, and they’re always suitably touched and saddened. You never know, they tell him, patting his back awkwardly, she might come back.

William’s reply is always the same. Sustaining this narrative. A bleak little smile, a surprisingly self - deprecating chuckle. I think we’re both better off apart, he says, and it’s the most honest thing he can say about his daughter at this point. Not an apology or admission of wrongdoing. But a little nod, not enough, to the past. Ollie is a run away, William can spin his narrative about his imperfect daughter to anyone he can get to listen. Better off apart.

William goes stargazing sometimes. This is not a public display. He hikes up the hill twenty - five minutes from his house, always pauses to recover halfway up because Christ, he’s not as young as he used to be. Sets up an expensive telescope, methodically studies the sky like he’s not stupidly, ridiculously, naively searching for the star planet space dust. Ollie. Never finds it. Wouldn’t fucking recognise it if he did. The part of the sky he’s bought for her is not visible from this world, clearly. Funny. He’d have burnt down that world for her, though that doesn’t matter any more. Wonders one day in October if she’d maybe have preferred stargazing to his grandiose displays of affection. If she’d ever looked up at the sky at night and wondered why her dad couldn’t show paternal love like a normal human being. The Aftons aren’t normal, he’d always said with an air of pride, but the same words ring hollow and guilty in his head now. You’ll get used to it, Olivia.

That same October night he fails again to find Ollie in the sky and smashes the telescope into smithereens. Takes part of it, puts it in a glass jar. Pretends it’s part of a star. Planet. Space dust. Puts it in his bedroom at his window - ledge, which has the only framed photo of Ollie. A younger photo from the 70s. She’s on his shoulders, looking at him like he’s the world. Wearing a prototype Spring - Bonnie arm. He’s laughing at the camera with enough happiness to light a home.

Your daughter might come back one day, people tell him when they hear his crafted little narrative, sympathy rife in their eyes, and he always shakes his head. But he returns to their family home on her birthday every year just in case, and is always glad she never does.

[aluciahaz]

Sub Adam who had been a brat all day and reader punishes him by edging him and making him beg for forgiveness 🙏🏻

he would try so hard to not give in but once he does it's nothing but sobs and whimpers, begging his mommy to let him cum and to call him a good boy<33

LETS GO!! i have to admit this is super long, sorry!! i feel like my fics keep getting longer and longer cause i just start throwing a shit ton of metaphors for no reason 💀💀 im trying to work on shortening them!!

burns good

—adam x gn!reader (reader’s gender not specified but term mommy is used)

—includes: mommy kink, crying, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

“come on just—stop, ngh! stop fucking with me-EE!” he jolts as you touch his cock again with your feathery touch before writhing against the ropes that bind him to his chair.

it’s been an hour of this. and although his words may be sharp, you can tell he’s losing his edge.

“maybe if you used your manners, you wouldn’t be in this situation,” you spit out, grabbing his face roughly to force him to look up at you, fire still behind his eyes.

you’ll extinguish it soon enough.

“why would i need to? i’m a legend—AH! ha, fuck!” he shouts as a quick slap from your hand stings his inner thigh, making him shiver in pain, but his flushed face shows his true emotions.

“you’re a slut, that’s what you are,” you say with venom, and the shudder through his body showed that your words ran through his veins like fast poison. he gazes up at you in almost awed disbelief, unable to respond with a witty response.

“you love it when i treat you like this, huh? is that why you act out all the time? acting like an asshole just so i can put you in your place? answer me.” you seethe, your fingers digging into his legs until they bruise.

his bites his lip, not wanting to confess the truth. but he can’t lie. not when you’ve got him cornered like this.

“maybe—NGH! fine! okay—yes—i do it on purpose for you to—fuck—to do this shit to me! happy?” he admits, his back arching as you touch his cock once more, teasing adam with the finish line that’s so far away.

“good boy. see? that wasn’t so hard, wasn’t it?” you see his hips try and buck up from his seat and quickly move your hand away, enjoying the pathetic whine of aggravation from him.

“now all you need to do is say it nicer! come on, you can do it,” you say, smirking at his hesitation. but his uncertainty wasn’t due to your patronizing tone, no. he wasn’t collected enough to catch onto that.

it was the subtle praise. the encouragement. he did something right, he’s getting your attention. good attention.

it makes his head swivel in delight, and even though he’s reluctant to follow through with your request—his pride was on the line!—he opens his trembling lips, his shaky voice conveying a lovely message.

“i act out so you…you can punish me, and—hnn—so you can drive me crazy, i—i…” he takes in a deep breath as you watch him intently, smiling at his confession. it only spurs him on more.

“i need it, please—mommy, please!” he begs weakly, yet his eyes scream for your help. they shine with tears from overstimulation, but what’s more noticeable is the pitiful desperation in his look that overrides his crying.

you can’t help but want more. he was pretty rude this week.

“please what? use your words, baby,” you coo, watching him battle between his ego and desires. his small whimpers as he tried to figure out what to do were adorable, but soon, he looks straight up at you, the victor clear.

“please let me cum!” he begs, his voice crawling into a high-pitched whine. it’s desperate, it’s sweet, and it only makes you want to play with him more.

“oh, but…baby, you don’t deserve it.”

those words were enough to make him wail and shake in his seat, but the feeling of your breath right against his ear and your harsh punishment sent him flying into a true spiral of delirium.

“nononono PLEASE! i’ll be good i’ll—hic—be…” his arms push against the binds frantically, trying to break out of them to just do something. anything.

for a few seconds.

“AH! hm—ngh! fuckfuck—!” adam’s voice is almost non-existent with half of his words filled with the raspiness of pain and the airiness from unrequited yearnings as another lash runs against his leg, red blooming on his skin.

god, he wanted you so bad. he wanted you to touch him, to make him feel special, to just let him cum after what seems like decades. he needed you to help him because even without these ropes, he knew he would never be fully satisfied without your hands on his skin.

but he had to serve penance for his actions. no matter how sweet he wailed, no matter how much he writhed, he had broken a covenant of sorts between him and you. and he had to learn that yes, his unruliness will not be tolerated, even if he begs—

sorry is not enough.

so you keep getting him close to the gates of heaven, only for him to fall back down from seeing stars. each time, he would cry without fail, and each time, his attitude would crumble.

now, there is no hesitation when he pleads for mercy, there is no question as to whether he should follow what you say, and there are no thoughts of defiance corrupting his mind. he was as unchastely pure as one could be, following every sinful demand you say.

you call him all sorts of things. slut, whore, pathetic, giving him whiplash from how kind you were earlier. it makes him cry earnestly, just wanting any semblance of praise to feed off of; to taste the sweetness of love that danced between your words

“i need it—hic—i—please, please be nice to me! m-mommy, mm! i’m so sorry! imsosorryplease, i’ll be a good boy—please, stop being so mean!” he sobs, shaking in his chair as you refrain from giving him what he wants.

adam’s voice quivers, and his breath hastens. his eyes are lidded like he’s inebriated, and he is. he’s drunk off of your words, your demeaning, cruel, vicious words, and they only motivate him more to beg for your forgiveness like a sinner at church.

when you speak again, he feels like a weight has been lifted off his chest, the thorns of your piercing words completely burning away with the warmth of your blessing.

“you’ve been so nice to me for quite some time. perhaps you can be good after all,” you observe with a hum, watching his eyes sparkle with excitement.

“yes—yes i can!” he says frantically, trying to persuade you to do something more. to let his head soar into the clouds and get dizzy from the height.

there was a brief moment of pause as you pondered if you should give in to his pleas, but considering it has been a while, you don’t mind handing him a brief blessing. one that will slowly grow further and further, his brain distorted by the constant pleasure that you put upon him. until he cries and says he can’t cum anymore, and the overstimulation was making everything feel too much.

too good. too perfect. perhaps heaven was overrated when things like this existed. when you existed with your perfect hands running over his body, kissing his neck with delicacy and following it up with bites filled with carnal pleasure.

it was a thought that’s crossed his mind plenty of times. well, when he’s able to think. as you let him cum, your fingers now around his cock as he thrashes in his ropes, screaming and wailing as you keep moving your hand, his legs trembling as you ruin him so well.

“w-wait! wait too much—ngh—fuck! mommy, please!” he squeaks, his whole body shuddering with his sobs as he tries to collect himself somehow, but he can’t fight this sensory overload. not even with the experience of being the first man.

there’s a certain feeling burning inside of him. like a flame that was comfortably warm, yet was flickering too high out of the fireplace, signaling danger. but he can’t stop getting closer, even if it melts his ability to think in the process. the burn of lust was just too good.

he didn’t even try to fight the fire, not even caring about his appearance as he begs for you to both stop and keep going, unsure of which poison to drink from.

yet, as he was engulfed in the divine flames of your sinful blessing, he couldn’t help but feel a bit happy as he sniveled, his tears glistening against his skin. you were giving him so much attention. it didn’t matter that the pleasure was intertwined with pain, it was just a more direct sign that you had all your focus on him, and that’s all he ever wanted.

“ngh..i can’t—i c..can’t…” he says weakly, his voice practically fading into nothingness. at some point, his position changed to him lying down on the bed, still completely tied from limb to limb. but you thought that after cumming for the third time, he deserved a more comfortable environment for the rest of the night in order to soften the cruelty of your hands.

and although his voice is cracking at the seams, and his body is at your complete mercy, the mere action of you having him moved to the bed made his heart swell. it was that slight affection that made the sting on his thighs feel so nice, the almost overbearing heat of your body over his feel so loving.

“you’re doing so well. come on, just one more for me, baby,” those words were the sweetest things in the world. it made every red mark and each brutal remark worth it.

“mmn…okay—AH! mommy!” he keened, weeping as his legs jolted up just barely, too weak to even react properly as your fingers delved inside of him, quickly finding the spot that made him shiver all over.

“so—so much! i feel—i can’t—!” his eyes shut tightly as he cries, unable to put his thoughts into words. but you’ve been here time and time before, his words aren’t necessary to understand what he’s thinking.

he begs with his tears, says ‘i love you’ with the arch in his back, and screams that he wants to cum against all odds with the dazed look on his face, his eyes slowly opening to show a man who’s lost the inability to speak with words, but fluent in the language of bliss.

as he cums with a silent scream, barely anything coming out of his used cock, you watch as his eyes run to the back of his head. you watch how his whole body stiffens in a single moment before becoming limp, pleading for you to take care of it.

you can’t help but oblige, gently removing the ropes that bind him, kissing each angry imprint of love on his body, and whispering words of well-earned praise to your angel.

adam can’t cry anymore, yet if he could, he would, as being overwhelmed with love and care was just as intense as drowning in lust and desire.

he feels so vulnerable, yet he enjoys it wholeheartedly. it allowed him to get pampered like some sort of royalty. perhaps he should start doing this more just to get treated like this.

but when he suggests for you to call him ‘king’ the next day you put him back in his place, rolling your eyes in annoyance. he never learns, but he doesn’t want to. your lessons felt so good after all. why would he want them to stop?

tags: @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx @mvskedxrtist @drlucichen @luciferspetduck

[theautisticfroglord]

flashback

pairing - Julius x m!reader

fic type - fluff/angst

word count: 720

requested by @rainycyclekingdom (thank you!)

notes - I'm glad I got the request for this one because making things like art or fanfics helps me cope, and my pet frog, wasabi, recently passed away and im doing a little better when i make these. enjoy!

You were talking with Julius in his room when suddenly, he clutches his chest and starts to panic.

"J-Julius, baby, what's wrong?!" you ask him, slightly panicked, trying to support his body in your arms. you sit on the bed, hugging him and rubbing his back. you feel his tears soaking your shirt.

"Y/N..." Julius whimpers, trying his best to calm down.

"It's going to be ok... try to tell me what's wrong..." you whisper to him, trying to keep him calm. You help Julius feel comfortable in your arms as you lean back into a pillow, still sitting up.

"Y/N, c-can I tell you something?" Julius asks, still trembling in your arms.

"Yes, honey, of course, you can, what's wrong?" you ask comfortingly, making sure he feels safe and comfortable talking to you.

"I... I remember... that I killed someone... during a battle... I-- I didn't mean to... I could have saved him... I-" Julius breaks down into tears again and starts practically wailing into your shoulder. You can tell that he was distressed, so you hug him tighter to try and calm him a little.

"It's all my fault..." he cries as you continue to console him and kiss him on the forehead.

"It's not your fault... Don't worry... when did this happen?" you ask, softly petting his hair and kissing his neck.

"A-about 10 years ago... it was a large-scale battle... one of my attacks accidentally hit my comrade... I couldn't heal him in time..." Julius sobbed into your neck.

"Honey... It's not your fault, you couldn't have saved him," you assure him while rocking Julius in your arms.

"R-Really...?" he asks, looking into your eyes. You can't help but smile at how pretty he looks when he cries.

"Of course, baby, I love you," you purr, kissing him on the cheek.

"You're so handsome, you know that?" Julius asks you while you kiss the tears off his face.

"You're so sweet... I love you, Julius," you sigh, helping him lay down in bed with you as he continues to clutch your shirt and kiss you. You rub his back as he lays next to you and you feel him sigh against your neck. you put a blanket over Julius's body, trying to make him feel safe.

"Thank you for being here for me, Y/N..." he whispers, his voice still shaky from crying.

"Of course, darling, I'll do anything for you," you mumble, kissing Julius on the lips.

"I shouldn't be acting like this... I'm a king... I'm supposed to be strong for everyone, I'm supposed to be strong for you..." Julius whimpers, touching your face. You notice his hand trembling. You cup his face in your hands.

"Julius." You stare into his eyes, a serious look on your face. He gulps, slightly nervous.

"You're a person too. You need to let out your emotions sometimes, you need to let out your tears when you need to. You don't always have to be strong for everyone else, Julius," you assure him as he starts to tear up.

"T-Thank you, Y/N..." Julius softly cries, trembling and shuddering. You kiss him again and gently wipe the tears off his long eyelashes.

"You're so pretty, my king..." you purr, softly petting his hair. You make sure he feels warm and safe in the blankets.

"What happened that day was not your fault, honey," you keep assuring him and making sure he understands. You continue to kiss his face as he blushes, and he starts kissing back. You can't help but chuckle at how adorable he is.

"You're so strong, darling, I'm so proud of you," you whisper in his ear while twirling his soft messy hair. Julius can't hide how flustered he is, softly whimpering as you keep showing love to him.

"I-is it okay if I go to sleep soon?" he asks, looking into your eyes tiredly.

"Of course, baby... your eyes are so beautiful..." you mumble, also feeling tired. Julius starts to drift off to sleep as you lay on top of him and play with his hair.

"Goodnight, Y/N..." he murmurs as he shuts his eyes.

"Goodnight, my love," you sigh, noticing how handsome Julius is when he's asleep. You kiss his neck again before falling asleep on his chest.

[stealforreal]

Future kids - Todoroki Shoto I

Todoroki meets his children from the future. Part 2 is up now you can find it on my tumblr masters list. Or click [here]

Todoroki Shoto x F! Reader

Warnings: none

Todoroki was understandably confused. One moment he was eating his cold soba in peace and quiet, the next a little girl came barreling into him. Clinging onto his pant leg for dear life, tears streaming down her chubby cheeks. Todoroki tensed, even if he was coming out of his shell, dealing with a little child while not having complete control over his flames terrified him. What if he ended up hurting her, when he wanted to help? He refused to be like his father. hurting small children.

A small tug on his leg brought him out of his thoughts, and back to the reality that a young girl probably no older than 6 was clinging to him. He could feel his pants getting wetter by the minute, drenched in the redheaded little princess’ tears. Kneeling down to her height, he put a hand on her head and pattet it gently. It was the only form of comfort he could think of would be appropriate. “ Hey snowflake, where's your parents?” Todoroki asked the little girl, making her look up at the stranger whom she was clinging to. A small gasp escaped her lips, as she began to sob harder and cling to him even more if that was even possible. “ I-Im so so sorry daddy *sniff* I can’t find Ren” Todoroki stiffened. Daddy? He wasn’t a dad, not yet anyways. But that didn’t matter when he was comforting a young girl, so he would play along for the time being. Besides he felt drawn to the little snowflake, maybe it was the fact that she was comfortable enough to seek comfort from him. Maybe it was the fact that she looked like him, with beautiful heterochromia eyes, one classic Todoroki cerulean blue and one e/c.

“ Take a deep breath, little snowflake. Can you tell me what year it is?” His usual monotone tone, took on a softer note talking to the girl. He was kneeling at her height, rubbing small circles on her small back, while she clung to his shirt, sobbing in his chest. She looked up at him with her big mismatched doe eyes brimming with tears “ Its 20xx” okay weird that is 15 years in the future, Shoto wasn’t stupid this was probably the work of a quirk. He then proceeded to ask her if she was indeed hit by a quirk.

She told him that apparently her and her twin brother Ren, were playing with some of their friends at a park. But when they were playing tag one of their friends got their quirk, and the twins got separated. When Reina, as she told him her name was, woke up and couldn’t find her twin brother Ren she began to panic. Then she began looking for him, but then she recognized the dual colored hair and ran to him.

In between her telling the story and sniffling quitely, Shoto had picked her up. While she was calming down in his arms, he began making his way back to the campus grounds. Mr.Aizawa would hopefully know what to do, and maybe they would find Ren on the way. It broke his heart to hear her sniffle, his little snowflake crying was heart wrenching. Even if she technically wasn’t born yet, she was still his little snowflake and he would protect her no matter the cost. He was so possessive of his little girl already and he had only met her 1 hour ago, he promised himself then and there that he would be a better father than Endeavor ever was.

Her sniffles and sobs stopped, and her trembling figure relaxed in his hold. He could feel the little one's gaze on him, and he turned his head to her tilting his head a bit to ask what was wrong. “ Why do you look so young, daddy? '' She asked with the little innocent voice of an angel, he couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at her question. “ Well my little snowflake, right now I’m 16 and you haven’t exactly been born yet. I’m guessing your friend's quirk is something along the lines of time travel” he patiently explained to her, she nodded her head along as if she understood him. And if she inherited his intelligence, she just might have understood what he just told her completely.

The walk back to the dorms were filled with idle chatter, Shoto asking Reina about his future and how he was as a father. To which she exclaimed with a bright toothless smile ‘Daddys the best daddy in the whole world’ and he was so relieved that he wasn’t a horrible father like his own was to him. He ended up stopping for a minute so Shoto could pepper her with small soft kisses all over her cute slightly chubby cheeks. Her squeals of excitement warmed his heart, and a soft smile made its way on his face.

To onlookers they looked like a cute set of siblings, and small aw’s and so cute were heard in the background. But inside their little bubble, nothing could burst Shoto’s happiness at knowing he wouldn’t repeat his fathers mistakes. The long walk back to the dorms felt a lot shorter with his little snowflake talking his ear off. It was adorable really, she stumbled over a few words every once and awhile. She told him all about her and Ren’s adventures, how they accidentally froze their teacher when Ren got his quirk, and how he had to come and free the teacher.

Shoto was inexplicably happy that Ren got his quirk from his mothers side. But one thing caught his attention was the mention of their mother. He realized that Reina not once had mentioned her name, and as much as Shoto would hate to admit it he was beyond curious as to who he would ultimately spend his life with. A big part of him hoped that it was you, since he had finally found out what the fuzzy feeling he had around you was. Yep Todoroki Shoto was utterly and completely enamored by you, your personality was sweet and you would do anything for family and friends. Alongside Midoriya you were his best friend, and he was in love with you.

The closer to the dorms the two Todorokis came, the more his curiosity nagged him to ask his daughter who her mother was. When he could see the height alliance building a little longer down the road, his curiosity won. “ Snowflake, you never told me your mom's name. '' Reina brightened when he asked about his future wife, a big tell that his little girl adored her mother as much as she adored her father. '' Silly daddy, mom's name is Todoroki y/n of course, ``she said giggling. A bright smile adorned his handsome features as Todoroki stepped into the dorm's living room with Reina still in his arms with her head on his shoulder.

Class 1-A consecutively looked towards the door when it opened. They were trying to calm down the child that was crying on their sofa, who also happened to look suspiciously like their dual haired classmate. The young boy had dual colored hair and cerulean blue eyes, his hair was half white and half y/h/c. The child was obviously confused and scared, and had only stopped wailing when Kaminari short circuited. But alas he was still sobbing and the class was almost out of ideas. He had been asking about his parents, and calling for a person named Reina.

There in the door stood a smiling Todoroki, holy damn was the world ending. But what also caught their attention was the little redhead in his arms hugging him, the little girl's voice reached them and their jaws dropped. “ Daddy, is this the place you and mommy met?” It was such an innocent question, but 1-A was in a frenzy, so much so that they didn’t notice the little boy springing up from the couch and dashing toward Todoroki and the girl. They only came back to earth when a small happy “Daddy” was heard.

Todoroki was about to answer Reina’s question, when he heard the little cry “Daddy”. He turned his head towards the sound and so did Reina, she began bouncing in Shoto’s arms. “ Ren '' She shouted, making Shoto bend down and extend his arm that wasn’t holding Reina. Ren launched himself into Shoto’s chest, and Reina began hugging her twin brother as much as she could in their fathers embrace. “ Don’t worry my little snowflake, daddy’s got you” He whispered softly, calming Ren immediately. The rest of the class stood gobsmacked, daddy?

“Now my little snowflakes, let's go find Mr. Aizawa, so you can go home” Shoto’s arms were full, his little boy on one arm and his little girl on his other arm. How is he supposed to open the door? “ Midoriya, would you come with me to open the door?” Shoto’s tone was monotone as always, but slightly softer in the presence of his children. Midoriya simply nodded dumbfounded, nobody said a word. What were they supposed to say, with all the daddy claims, and seeing the children in the arms of their classmate confirmed it. They looked like the spitting image of the dreamy heterochromia boy, but with some tweaks. There were the y/h/c and the girls one e/c eye, that obviously must’ve come from their mothers side.

On the way to the teacher dormitories, the twins talked excitedly with each other, while Shoto explained the situation to Midoriya. Midoriya felt like he had seen the features on the twins that certainly didn’t come from Todoroki’s side, but with how much they looked like their father it was nearly mission impossible.

Coincidentally on her way to Mr. Aizawa as well, you spotted the tuft of green hair and tufts of red and white hair. Hm, must be on their way to Mr.Aizawa as well you thought. Jogging up to them, you poked Midoriya’s shoulder. Even if you were in class 1-B, you had a pretty good friendship with the cute green haired cinnamon roll. Your quirks were similar in a sense, since yours was a boost of strength as well. Not nearly as strong as Midoriya’s, but still. That is why you were training partners, and through him you had met his friend circle. It wasn’t an unusual sight to see Midoriya and Todoroki together.

But when they turned to you, you were left flabbergasted by the two cuties in Todoroki’s arms. Before the boys could react, Ren began squirming chanting ‘mommy’. Shoto sat him and Reina down, because she too began squirming once they caught sight of you. The two children that were previously in Todoroki’s arms, now tackled you in a hug. “Daddy look, we found mommy” they said in unison. Two children around 6 years old launching at you, could make even the best of them fall on their butts. Which was exactly what happened, they were squeezing you as tight as their small forms would allow.

Choosing to ignore the small ‘mommy and daddy’ comment, you carefully scooped them up in your arms. The look that Shoto gave you was enough to go along with this little charade, he looked at the three of you like you were his entire world. His eyes were shining with happiness, and his lips quirked up in a small smile. Lightly bouncing the ecstatic but sleepy children in your arms, you turned your attention to the two males before you. “ You wouldn’t happen to need Mr.Aizawa as well, would you?” You raised a knowing eyebrow. The two boys nodded, and you began walking again towards the teachers dormitory. You sent Todoroki a small pointed glare, silently commanding him to explain the situation.

The walk to the teachers lounge felt shorter than usual, since your attention was occupied. Todoroki explained his theory that a quirk sent the twins to the past, and that the two of you were their parents. As crazy as that sounded it made so much sense, and looking at the children you would lie if you said you didn’t see the resemblance. Midoriya explained how Ren was crying before Todoroki arrived, and how confused they were when they heard the little boy yelling ‘daddy’. Ren was probably the most scared, since he didn’t recognize anyone in his panicked state. Besides, most of the students probably look a lot different in the future, so it's kind of a miracle that the twins recognized you. Shoto will always be pretty easy to recognize, with his distinct hair, eyes and the showstopping scar. It complimented the handsome teen next to you so well, no wonder he was one of UAs top heartthrobs. Stopping for a second, you just realize something. If the twins in your arms are you and Todoroki's, then that means that you ended up scoring the half-n-half quirk user. Nothing could wipe the shiteating grin that made its way on your face, eliciting concerned and curious glances from the males beside you.

Mr.Aizawa had his fair share of strange situations. He had been teaching at UA for some time, and student’s quirks weren’t always a walk in the park. Never had he ended up in a situation quite like this though, he had to rub his eyes twice to make sure it was real. In front of him were 2 out of Class-1A’s trouble makers and one of his favorite students from Class-1B, they had two small children with them. Easily recognized as twins, and they looked like the half - n- half troublemakers children.

This was going to be a long night.

[heyitsyn]

Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. ∞

a/n: this made me tear up a bit ngl bc haikyuu always hitting us with ‘theres no next year for us’ typa bull like BLS TAKE PITY ON MY SOUL AND STOP TIME AND KEEP MY BOYS TOGETHER :(((((((

it has an infinity symbol bc this is in the future so there isnt really an episode number 

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

the third years coming back to seijoh the following year for a surprise visit, and watching over practice cuz they were in town for break. being impressed on how kyo has calmed down (a bit), kunimi actually giving a sh-, yknow the deal. just the growth of their kouhai makes them 🥺🥺 but THEN- Y O U walk in with the team’s bottles n the small gasp that comes out of your mouth when you see them. they GAWK cuz you’re maturing SO well (stfu oikawa- my eyes up are here) and just 🥺🤲

SO LIKE UNLESS YOURE NEW TO MY BLOG YOU KNOW THIS FINNA BE A SAD ONE BC SEIJOH THIRD YEARS ARE MY FAVORITE BOIS AND THEM GRADUATING MAKES ME :(

oh god here comes the tears

so

it was something you knew was coming since yanno, third years and all that

but you were so sure you had more time left before it happened

didnt you just join the team and met them like yesterday?

nope love you met nearly a year ago

and they made quite an impact on you in the short term you were together

so during the day of graduation

it wasnt really a school day since it was mostly for third years and the whole ceremony but kouhais could come so they could send off their senpais

you already called each third year the night before, nearly 2 hours per boy, to talk to them and cry with them so you didnt have to cry during the day

but ofc

you were sobbing already when you saw your captain walk up and get his tube with the diploma inside

they tried to remain strong as they sat in their seats but a single glance at you and the team at the stands above, the tears were already either forming or full out slipping

i know yall finna beat me up for this but im not really familiar with the other third years in the team bc theyre not really shown in the anime or manga that much so i dont have a good grip on their character so can we pls pretend theyre not in here?? omg pls dont kill me though

the ceremony felt like a long time for the seniors but when it was finally over, they ran out of that building and yall did too and you bolted yourself into the arms of your captain

oikawa held you tightly against him and he didnt care about being seen by his fangirls, who were waiting outside for him, or the others who wanted to have you to them too

‘i love you, y/n-chan’

he mumbled and you nodded

‘mhm. i love you too, oikawa-san. i love all my boys’

YALL MY HEART IS BREAKING BC OIKAWA ACTUALLY MEANT IT THIS TIME AND YOURE STILL OVER HERE THINKING THAT HES JUST SAYING IT AS A FRIEND LIKE IM-

iwa ripped you away from him and your face was buried into his chest

but it didnt last long since the others got a little impatient and just joined the hug turning it into a group hug

‘i dont want you to leave!’

kindaichi sobbed and kunimi sniffled, holding on tighter to the backs of his senpais

even kyo was sad but hes a tuff boy so he easily hid that behind his usual frown and glare

after seeing their parents and reassuring them they would be home soon, you started your trek towards your usual hang out spot

the second and first years were walking ahead of you while the third years fell back in step with you in between them

mattsuhana flanked your left while iwaoi were at your right

the tears were now gone but sniffles still filled the area and everyone was still down in their spirits

you held tightly to the warm big hands of iwaizumi and the soft touch of mattsun’s hand as if you were clutching your life-line

but you knew no matter how tightly you held on to them, they would still go and eventually leave you behind

the ramen shop was filled with another round of tears as everyone realized that this would be the last time seijoh og would have ramen here

‘WE DONT WANT YOU TO GOOO~~~~!!!!!!’

kindaichi sobbed while kunimi aggressively shoved noodles in his mouth to hide his hiccups

you refused to eat because you were so sad that you were scared you might end up throwing it all up later so you settled on relishing your time with the boys

oikawa was busy talking to yahaba and telling him tips and tricks for next year while iwaizumi was consolling the others who were crying

that left you to harshly wipe off the tears and focus on the jokes that matsuhana were telling to help and lighten up the mood

‘think of it like this! you won’t have oikawa and iwaizumi fighting anymore!’

well,,,,,

that kinda made things worse

geez makki stfu!!!!

you bursted into full tears and you sobbed, loudly and freely

‘WAAAAAHHHH!!!!!’

you wheezed and then continued to cry

everyone flinched and got startled at the sight of you crying

theyve seen you cry before but not this intensely and sadly 

‘DONT GO!!! OU-OUR FAMILY’S GONE!! ITS B-BROKEN NOW!!!!’

you wailed

everyone is so used to seijoh antics that they didnt even bat an eyelash when everyone started crying

‘damn it, i was trying not to cry!’

iwa growled and buried his face into his hands to hide the pain in his eyes

‘come here, y/n-chan’

mattsun cooed while sobbing and you went straight into his arms and his arms tightly wounded around you

he pressed kisses on your neck to calm you and he whispered promises to keep you from thinking that you would be alone

the boys were all still crying even when you paid for them and at the exit, everyone wouldnt let go of each other

ngl it was a weird sight of seeing these boys just hanging on and hugging the others and you were tightly pressed against makki’s chest 

‘dont cry, y/n-chan. we’ll be here, always. just a 4-hour ride to tokyo’

he promised but you shook your head

‘--too far’

you mumbled and he was able to make out a few words and he laughed

‘i swear you’ll see us in a few hours’

it took a few words of assurance from makki and eventually mattsun and iwa joined

oikawa stayed back because he already wanted to walk you home and iwa knew you were the one that was the hardest for oikawa to tell his plans to

waving them good bye, you fussed and made sure everyone was not crying anymore

‘you text me the moment you get home, all right? and kyo-san, let the food in your stomach settle before-’

‘before i take a bath-yea i know’

he rolled his eyes but he smiled lightly before hugging you

‘go home now, y/n’

he pushed you towards his captain but you pulled away one last time to give each boy a kiss on the cheek

their lips trembled, especially the third years, and wanted to keep their tears in but they rocket launched to space

yanno that one part in season 1 when kiyoko told them to work hard and then they just snot-rocketed and cried

oikawa interlaced your fingers as you both walked towards your house and it was quiet

you were sus bc it was too quiet and oikawa would usually be either skipping, humming a tune, or just yapping his ass off

but right now

he was quiet, slouchy, and,,,, not oikawa

you looked up to see his face and you knew it wasnt just the graduating part

it was like,,,, he was nervous

you squeezed his hand and that got his attention

‘oikawa-san, whats wrong?’

he suddenly stopped and your linked hands caused you to also stop so you watched him stare down at his shoes and you blinked at him in confusion

‘oika-’

‘y/n, tell me to stay’

he,,, sounded like he was begging

pleading

desperate to hear you say it

‘why should i?’

you asked and he finally lifted his eyes to stare into your eyes

he gulped before further explaining himself 

‘coach got me a volleyball scholarship’

he whispered and your eyes widened before you launched into him for a hug and pulled back to cup his face

‘oh my god! tooru! a scholarship?! im so proud-’

‘in argentina’

he finished and your eyes dimmed, the lifted corners of your lips falling into a frown

‘o-oh’

you stuttered and pulled your hands away but he grabbed them, placing them back to his face 

‘but if you dont want me to go, i wont-’

‘NO! what?! tooru, its your dream! you and iwa-san wouldnt stop talking about that match with argentina and-and you want to go there! dont you dare let that slip away!’

you scolded frantically however oikawa’s face scrunched before he started crying

‘i-i can’t! y/n, i’ll be alone! its so far away! far from iwa, far from you-’

then you reached to your tippy toes and kissed his nose then leaned back with a big smile

‘no matter how far, ill always be right here. im always going to be here, waiting for you’

you mumbled and oikawa hiccuped then leaned his forehead against yours, eyes clashing that was so full of love and fear

‘then dont you worry, y/n-chan. oikawa-senpai will work really hard and he will come back and make you happy’

he whispered and you pulled him even closer to give him the biggest hug

‘im looking forward to it’

TIMESKIPTIMESKIPTIMESKIPTIMESKIP

ONEYEARONEYEARONEYEARONEYEAR

truth to be told with guilty conscience, the third years havent really been in touch

yes theyve called and messaged but there wasnt a normal kind of communication, especially with oikawa

but they decided to go over there during a simultaneous week break for universities in tokyo and iwa, makki, and mattsun pressured oikawa to fly back to japan just for a week to visit

‘iwa-chan im so broke righ-’

‘fine, we’ll see y/n ourselve-’

‘OKAY FINE! HERE! IM BUYING THE TICKET NOW SEE?!’

bahahaha im sorry i love oiks so much its not even funny

they agreed to not tell anyone, even coach, to surprise you all and to see your faces of surprise bc mattsuhana are little shites and they love to mess around

it was a normal day during practice

yahaba was teaching some first years how to serve while watari was giving exercising tips on how to bend their knees without shrieking in athritis

kyotani was doing jump serves while kindaichi and kunimi tried to block him

it was a normal day

the former third years knew the ins and outs of the place and oikawa still had his keys of the gym since he never gave it back so they were easily able to sneak in

they sat on the bleachers and observed everyones growth which really blew them away and took them aback by how much they improved in little time

like kunimis actually huffing and throwing a mini tantrum bc hes so into it and hes mad he didnt get that block right

they also noticed the larger amount of new recruits and based on their practice, it looks like they would be in good hands for the next few years

however, the true shock settled in when this happened

kyotani cursed loudly when the ball hit out but yahaba scolded him for saying a bad word in front of the first years

‘kyotani, dont say that anymore! its not good to teach the babies bad words!’

he ranted and the college boys shared a look of caution and fear, bracing themselves for kyotani’s normal screaming and tantrum for being called out

but they were the most surprised when the bleach-haired boy simply glared at him and turned away to go pick up another ball to hit

‘did,,,, did kyoken-chan-’

‘was he just calm right now?’

‘oh my god iwa-chan kyoken-chan got abducted by aliens!’

I SWEAR TO GOD ITS LIKE THE CURRENT THIRD AND SECOND YEARS GOT AN OIKAWA ‘IWA-CHAN’ SENSOR BECAUSE THE MOMENT HE SAID THAT, THEIR EARS TWITCHED AND THEY JUST KNEW

THEIR SENPAIS WERE HERE

their eyes were wide and their attention snapped towards the bleachers where indeed, their 4 fathers sat

‘OIKAWA-SAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!’

kindaichi screamed and he NYOOMED towards the stairs but kunimi grabbed him by the collar

‘come down here, senpais!’

yahaba urged and coach and naoi shared a look of initial shock but then transformed into happiness

it was nice to see the family together again

they quickly turned into a dog pile with the hugs that were given around like kyotani actually giving iwaizumi a hug and makki and mattsun affectionately ruffling everyone’s hair

the other first years were just staring in awe at the legendary third years of seijoh that theyve heard so much about

‘everyone, these are your seniors!’

yahaba presented and the 3 third years became very flustered but ofc attention whore oikawa soaked it up

‘yes, hello, my little disciples! you are my legacy so work har- IWA-CHAN!’

he was cut into his famous line when his best friend bonked him for being too self-absorbed again

‘waaa, l/n-senpai was right’

some first year mumbled at the scene and their ears perked up at the name

‘l/n?’

‘where is she?! y/n-chan!’

oikawa shouted and looked around

BECAUSE OF FATE

YOU AUTOMATICALLY MANIFESTED THERE

‘YES YOU CALLED’

okay no but you actually walked in just in time, carrying the crate of water bottles, focused on not dropping them so you didnt really see the others

they were silent not because they wanted to mess with you and see how long youd figure out that they were there

no

they were silent because of how BEAUTIFUL you became

you gained a few inches and your hair is now longer with your baby fat slowly melting away and you were also finally showing your growth with your body

the eyes that used to gleam with childish innocence was now mature and poised like a perfect lady

even the way you walked with a crate made it seem like a ballet performance with the grace at every step and the flowery aura you exuded

you have turned from a ridiculously cute and pretty girl to a beautiful goddess

AND YOU WERE ONLY IN YOUR SECOND YEAR HOW THE HELL ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO HANDLE IT WHEN YOURE FINALLY A THIRD YEAR?!

CAN YOU IMAGINE THE AMOUNT OF BOYS THEY HAVE TO WARD OFF?!

‘my god’

iwaizumi mumbled, flushing red and turning away to hide his fluster

‘beautiful’

oikawa whispered and he gulped, not remembering how strikingly attractive you are

‘have mercy’

makki whined softly, clutching his heart as it started beating fast and made his stomach feel all funny

did they act like this back in the day?

mattsun doesnt have control so he ran forward and you were just putting the crate down when you were lifted off of the floor and twirled around

so like yahaba waved off the others to go back to practice so its like not awkward to be standing around and see this happening

there was only one person who did this to you

‘mattsun-san?!’

you shrieked and you giggled happily as he put you down so you were able to hug him properly and eventually, catching sight on the others behind him

your gasp made them smile widely and you pressed a hand to your mouth to hide the shock and your overjoyed laugh

if they could take a picture of this and remember the amount of love your eyes held and the pure unfiltered happiness that swirled in those orbs

it was like they felt themselves falling in love with you all over again

‘oh my god everyone’s here too!’

you ran to them and jumped at the awaiting arms of iwaizumi and he was still the bara arm babie you remembered

‘i missed you, doll’

he whispered

‘hmmm,,,i missed you more’

he let you go and you skipped over to makki who engulfed you in his arms and you felt his soft brown hair because you remembered he loved it when you ran your fingers through his hair

‘youve grown! so much! you got even more beautiful!’

he exclaimed and you giggled, bashful at his compliment

‘hmm~, no i didnt’

he gave you a deadpan look and you chuckled before scurrying away towards the one you wanted to hug the most

he definitely got more toned and he got taller too

you didnt have any time to react since he grabbed you and squished you against him

‘youre here, oikawa-san’

he nuzzled his head against your neck

‘mhm, im here now, y/n-chan’

he placed a kiss on your nose and you scrunched your face but there was a big smile that was clear

then oikawa’s eyes trailed from your face to your,,, ahem,,, girls

‘jesus, y/n-chan really grew, huh’

he complimented and you blinked confusingly before trailing after his eye’s gaze and it landed on your chest and you punched him

‘urusai, oikawa-san! my eyes are up here! youre so perverted. pervert oikawa-san’

you pouted and moved to seek comfort in the arms of makki

‘hmm, oikawa’s perverted as usual. i think it got worse with all those argentinian women’

makki teased and mattsun joined to poke fun at their captain

oikawa whined and told iwa they were making fun of him to which his own best friend betrayed him and starting teasing him too

you simply watched on and your eyes watered, your sniffles catching their attention

‘eh? why are you crying, y/n-chan?’

oikawa asked while approaching you to wipe your tears with his thumbs

but you shook your head with a teary smile

‘n-nothing-just,,,, i missed you guys. an-and im so happy because its like our f-family’s back together and i just-i-’

you cried but it was out of happiness and their hearts warmed

ofc they felt guilty because they were aware that they werent as in touch as they shouldve been so you probably felt lonely and casted aside without any contact from your boys

but they know now to make sure you feel loved and cared for because as you keep saying, they were your boys

they were a family

seijoh is a family 

and you love them 

but they love you more

a/n: okay im sorry this is probably trash and all over the place and im crying and stressing but ive been writing in between my college alg homework and its been so hard like WHY IS NUMBERS SO HARD LIKE WHAT-?! but this has kinda been the baby of my break time and relaxing few minutes bc i procrastinate too much and i want to do something i like before i actually go insane and i promise PROMISE that once everything is cleared up i will edit this and im already working on the other requests so expect a few to be out by the end of the week or something like that!!

[rreyie]

Fight for Us

Chapter ii- A Field

summary- after getting a rather ominous statement from reiner, you figure out exactly what it means.

warnings- major triggers- attempted suicide, guilt, mentions of figurative violence, dark thoughts. read with caution if you are sensitive to those issues.

a/n- this chapter was definitely a hard one to write, but i mean i don’t think it came out terrible? i promise all this angst is temporary and i’ll make it get fluffier :( 

Reiner and you sat on the curb of the street, looking up into the midnight sky that hung over the two of you. The moon was at half tonight, and you could see the craters on it even though it was millions of miles away.

A cool breeze came along through the air, sending a shiver down your spine. Reiner could see you shaking out of the corner of his golden eyes, shimmering bright in the pale moonlight.

“You’re cold, aren’t you?” He asked. “You should get home before you catch a cold.”

“I-is that okay?” You ask, body trembling in a weak attempt to stay warm. “I don’t w-wanna leave you here.”

Reiner chuckled. “Don’t worry about me. We’ll catch up in the morning if that’s okay with you.”

You nod, and get yourself up off of the cold pavement. Reiner stays there looking up at the moon, a content expression on his face.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Reiner”, you say, and wave. Turning the opposite direction, you head home to go to sleep for the night.

Before you head too far off, Reiner clears his throat loud enough to make you hear him and turn your attention back to him, a puzzled expression on your face.

“Y/n?” He asks, still not turning away from you.

“What?”

“...I’m sorry.”

You arch a brow at this, not knowing exactly what he meant by this. “You don’t need to be sorry for anything. What are you apologizing to me for, anyway?”

Reiner sighed, one that was barely audible. “You’ll know in the morning.”

———

After heading home confused and partly concerned, you tucked yourself into bed after reading a part of a romance novel you borrowed off your parents bookshelf.

At one point, the two main lovers in the story were frolicking in a field after running away from their disapproving parents. When trying to visualize this, you swore you might have accidentally saw you and Reiner instead of those two lovers.

If only the world was as complicated as that field of flowers.

When you woke up the next morning, it took you a moment to remember your conversation that you and Reiner had last night. His last words before you

left echoed through your head.

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, what could that mean? You ask yourself, pondering on this question while slipping out of your nightgown and into your normal day clothes. You shrugged off the question for now, it couldn’t mean anything too deep.

Today you had plans to go into town just for the hell of it. Perhaps a nice shopping day in downtown Marley would be nice, maybe stopping for some coffee or tea afterwards. And of course, you had to pop into the warriors dorms to say hello to Reiner again. He did say he wanted to finish catching up with you.

After getting the rest of your clothing on, you headed out the door to the busy streets of Marley, already crowded with people and merchants. It was like everyone in this country had collectively decided to come out and buy groceries this very hour.

The walk to the headquarters wasn’t long, perhaps fifteen minutes or so from your apartment. Once you got there, you saw two men with blonde hair and a woman with black hair that was rather messy. You could recognize them easily, since they still flaunted some of the features they had when they were children. One was Porco Galliard, another Zeke Yeager, the woman was Pieck Finger.

The first one to notice your presence from across the cobblestone street was Porco. His head instantly turned, and a wide smile formed on his lips.

“Hey, y/n!” He shouted, throwing a hand up in the air and waving it.

You smile, and cross the street to meet the other warriors. Eventually Zeke notices you after lighting a cigarette, followed by Pieck.

“How are you?” Pieck asks, wrapping you in a warm hug. Her demeanor was always soft and comforting, making you feel safe every time you were around her. “You got tall, it feels like the last time I saw you, you were only this high!” She gestures her hand to somewhere around her chest.

“Yeah”, you giggle. “Puberty does wonders I guess. I heard about your victory in Fort Slava, that was pretty cool if I do say so myself.”

“It was, but it was a little terrifying to see a canon being pointed at me every five minutes. But nonetheless it was still cool.” Porco chuckled, and you saw the faintest shade of pink spread across his cheeks. He reached a hand to smooth back his blonde hair, even though he must’ve had a gallon of hair gel on him.

“So um, have you seen Reiner?” You asked them. Porcos face instantly dropped upon hearing his name. “I figured he would be here, since the whole titan shifter thing.”

“He uh, hasn’t showed up to the meeting this morning”, Zeke added, breathing out a puff of grey smoke. You coughed as your nose picked up the scent of ash. “You could probably find him in the dormitories.”

“Thank you Zeke”, you say. “I’d better go find him. He said we would catch up today since we didn’t have the time yesterday. I’ll see you guys later!”

You wave goodbye to them, Zeke and Pieck waving back while Porco just stood there.

Porco didn’t want to admit it, but hearing Reiners name come out of your mouth like that made his blood boil. He saw yesterday the way your eyes lit up when you looked at him, how you hugged him so tightly. And the worst part was that you liked to hang around that asshole, the one who had the chance to make things better, but didn’t. He swore he could do better than him in every way possible.

You walked down the halls to where all the dorms were, all the doors open except one. You assumed Reiner was probably in the occupied room, so you made your way down the hall to that closed door.

Your footsteps echoed in the near empty hallway, boots clacking on the polished floor. Once you came to the door, you gulped down your nervousness and placed three knocks on the wooden door.

There was no reply. You waited patiently for another thirty seconds or so, but soon grew impatient and decided to just open the door.

“Reiner, I was wondering where you wer-“

Your breath was practically stolen from you because of the sight laid out in front of you. Reiner sat on his desk chair, a locked and loaded rifle sitting in his throat. His eyes were dull, hair a mess and skin pale.

You were frozen. You couldn’t comprehend why that rifle was in his mouth. He was always so lively, what the hell was he doing?

Then it clicked.

“...I’m sorry. You’ll understand in the morning.”

He was going to shoot himself.

You ran to his side, trying to hold back an outburst of tears from streaming down your cheeks, you could feel them building up in your eyes. Reiner swiftly pulled out the rifle, a gob of spit coating the head. He let out a few strained coughs, letting you know exactly how deep that rifle was inside his mouth.

“Reiner, what the hell are you doing?” You ask, voice cracking. “Don’t tell me...”

“It’s what it looks like y/n, i know. I just don’t- I can’t- fuck, this is hard to explain...”

Before he could let out another word, you found your arms enveloping his cold body, wrapping around both of his broad shoulders and around his upper back.

“Don’t say anything”, you whisper in his ear. “Just... just sit with me.”

Reiner could feel his tears start to come up too, clumping up at his lashline and threatening to come down.

“I’m s-sorry I’m useless”, he hiccuped. “I-I’m so tired...”

His grip tightened around your back, and he soon found himself clinging to you, the tears rolling down his puffy cheeks. He sniffled, and let out a broken sob. His tears began to soak through your shirt, creating a temporarily stained spot on your shirt. But that was the least of your concern right now.

“You’re- you’re not useless, Reiner”, you say. “You’re everything that this country needs.”

“I’m just holding them back, y-y/n...” he said, almost whispering in a voice you’ve never heard come out from him. “I’m the reason t-that we lost Bertholdt and the others. I would be better with my brains blown out right now.”

You slightly gasp at his statement, but don’t dare to pull away in the state he’s in right now. “Don’t you say that ever again, Reiner. You were chosen for a reason-“

Reiner pulled away from you, tears still rolling down his cheeks. “R-remember what I told you last night? Marcel swayed the decisions to protect Porco. It wasn’t supposed to be me. It shouldn’t have been me, ever.”

“Look at me”, you say, taking ahold of his face, holding his head between your two palms. “You’ve done everything you could- in fact, you’ve done more than I ever could! You’re brilliant, Reiner, you hear me?”

Reiner was trembling at this point, shaking like a nervous puppy at the vet. His eyes were wide with panic, fat tears rolling down his cheeks. You didn’t know what else to say.

Your mind wanders to a darker place for a moment, if you had shown up a minute too late to see his cold body on the floor. What would you have done? How would you have forgiven yourself? You were going to pray tonight for getting the chance to talk him out of it.

His eyes clenched shut, and he buried his head in your shoulder. You could physically feel your heart shatter for Reiner, being in a condition like this. You couldn’t help but cry along with him, not knowing what else to say. Muffled groans and sobs escaped his mouth, quieted by your shirt you were wearing. Each cry felt like somebody was stabbing you repeatedly, the vibrations from his wails shaking you to your core.

“Im sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He wailed. “I’m just so fucking tired of this planet!”

“S-stop apologizing, R-Reiner...” you say, a knot forming in your throat. “L-let’s just go over here, okay? R-Relax.”

You take his hand and guide him up a few steps to lead him to his bed, where he quickly sits down, unable to stand because of the intense emotions. You sit down with him, in fear of what he would do if you left. You reached out a hand, which he quickly started to hold, squeezing your palm.

Reiners cries start to calm, not entirely, but the volume has certainly gone down. He hiccuped twice before speaking clearly.

“Y-you shouldn’t have to see me like this.”

“I’ll take this over your blood all over the floor any day”, you reply, wiping a tear from your cheek. You notice a few staining his, so you quickly reach out a thumb to his cheek and wipe away a salty tear or two.

“Thanks”, he said.

You could hear some yelling outside, the distant chatter of children audible through the wall. You guessed the warrior candidates were out to play during one of the rare breaks they had.

“If Gabi saw me like that”, Reiner began. “I would be screwed. And my mother? Dear god...”

“I’ll keep this a secret if you want to”, you quickly say. “Just make sure you put that rifle somewhere else. It makes me uneasy thinking that you could... you know.”

“I’ll do that”, he adds.

“Good”, you say. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you. It’s out of protection.”

Reiner nods. “I get it.”

After sitting in comfortable silence for a moment, Reiners mouth opens, as if he was going to say something. But nothing came out.

You turn to him, confused about what he was trying to do. “Something wrong?”

“It’s nothing”, he said. “I’ve just been thinking about... about how you’ve been here all this time. When we were kids you cleaned me up after Porco beat the shit out of me. You even brought me stuff to eat when we couldn’t afford much. And now you’re here... after all of this. Why? Why are you here?”

Now that you thought about it, why were you here? What had compelled you to stick with him? Was there something more than platonic feelings towards him, No, no. That couldn’t be right, you thought. You’re only feeling these things because you missed him.

“Because... you’re my friend”, you quickly answer. “This is what friends do.”

A minuscule smile curved on Reiners pale lips, indicating he was content with your answer. “Huh.”

After sitting in a few more seconds of utter quietness, Reiner looks at the clock and quickly gets up, smoothing out the folds on his uniform. “Fuck. I told the others we would go out for drinks tonight. Plus the festival is tomorrow. Uh, wanna come with us? I’m positive the others won’t mind.”

“I don’t see why not”, you reply.

“Alright”, he says. “I’ll go shower. We’re going to the pub at 7.”

“So it’s a date?” You ask.

Reiners brow arches. “What?”

You cover your mouth, shocked at what you just said. “I-it’s a saying. Like i’ll be there. Not an actual date, of course not-“

“Oh. That’s okay”, he cuts you off. “I’ll um, see you at eight then?”

“Perfect”, you say, heading to the door, heat rising to your cheeks. “See you then!”

As you close the door, you immediately face palm yourself and sigh. Why the hell did that come out of you? Now Reiner was totally going to suspect that you felt something that is definitely not platonic, and he might leave you!

After realizing how much overthinking you were doing, that finally tore it. You felt something different for Reiner Braun. But you were going to have to hide it for a while now.

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It's Okay Now(Kirishima x gn!Reader)

Disclaimer: all characters rightfully belong to their original creators, only thing that is mine is the plot. Also do not copy my writing. Thank you

Summary: Class 3A's Y/n was having a jolly day hanging out with the BakuSquad, including her amazing bf of over 6 months, Eijirou Kirishima, even with all the stress piling up, like a shaken soda bottle ready to burst, until said explosion finally happened. Triggered by the littlest, probably stupidest event

Warnings: anxiety (?), panic attacks, not eating for days, mentions death, suggestive themes, a bit of swearing

Mentions: mental breakdown, overworking oneself, starvation, hyperventilating, ugly crying, kiri being absolutely biggest sweetheart, daddy!Kiri breifly

A/n: this is my first fic on Tumblr so please be nice, and if you enjoyed it, like and comment

Everything hurt. My head, my eyes, my chest, my mind. I don't even know what happened. One minute I'm perfectly fine, having a good time with my friends, the next I'm in this situation.

Im sitting in the middle of my dorm on the floor, crying and sobbing over the smallest thing. I admit being stressed with everything going on in my life; with upcoming school exams , training every single day to improve my ultimate moves, and the biggest clicher... my dad's passing a couple months prior.

This whole time I've just been bottling it all up, trying my hardest to put up a brave front as to not worry my mom, who already has a lot on her plate, my friends and boyfriend, Kirishima. To be frank, I haven't even told my class or Kiri, keeping a bright smile as to not hint them in on my life crashing down around me. Some days are easy to keep up my smile, to let my mind focus on something else, and then there are harder days when everything reminds me of my dad.

I was real close to him, we did a lot of fun stuff together; going to amusement parks, going out to see movies we both were really excited to watch, going out to eat at our favorite restaurants.

It still doesnt feel real after all this time. It felt just like yesterday he was perfectly fine, we were celebrating my grandma's birthday, and literally the next day, I find him stiff and eerily still in his bed. And then everything crashing down on me as the paramedics regretfully tell me that my dad was no longer of this world, when I sob into the phone to my mom that my dad was gone, when I listened to my grandma's wails as my mom told her of her son's passing.

It all felt so surreal, like if I go over to see my grandma at her house, I'll see my dad sitting there in the living room, greeting me with his smile and warm hugs and kisses.

I sob harder as I remember all the times we watched Disney movies and me crying at some scenes as my dad happily comforts me. Buying me a toy from one of the movies I adored at the time. Him gifting me a puppy when he moved into a new neighborhood and I didnt have anyone to play with.

My head's pounding, a deep pressure in my brain, as I clutch tightly to the same doll he bought me all those years ago. My screams silent as I try to keep my classmates from finding me in such a pathetic state and worrying about me, my brain not processing that everyone was still at school. I fought to take control of my emotions again, wanting to be strong for my mom, grandma, and my friends. Unknowning of the pace of my breathing as I desperately tried to grasp my emotions.

My stress and anxiety climbing higher with each panicked breath. All those late nights I stayed up studying as much as I can for the midterm exams, catching up to me. I even forsaken eating as to study so I can at least get a passing grade. And the times I didnt spend studying was spent training to try and get my mind to focus on anything rather than fully face the reality that I no longer live in a world with my dad in it.

When was the last time I had a fulfilling meal? Three days?? And the time before that?? I dont even remember, the pounding in my head preventing me from thinking too much. All I can think about is what caused this stupid meltdown in the first place, my frustrations climbing higher with my stress and anxiety.

~~~

Today was one of those days where it was hard to keep up my smile for people. In an attempt to cheer myself up, I made myself the same lunch my dad and I used to make together for later, excited to eat as this was my first actual meal in days.

As I stroll down the hallways to meet up with Kiri and the rest of the BakuSquad, someone in a rush, bumps into me full force, causing me to fall and drop my lunch on the floor. I only had a moment to grieve as I see my precious lunch splattered all over the floor before the person that bumped into me uttered a measly, rushed "sorry" before hurrying on their way, stepping my lunch in the process.

I stayed there in my position on the floor, looking at my lunch with grief. I know it was stupid to start crying over something that can be replaced with something else that Lunch Rush made, but there the crocodile tears were. My heart and mind had wanted that lunch.

Without thinking I got up and ran out of school and towards the dormitories, deaf to the calls of my fellow 3A classmates and the incoming call on my phone.

~~~

I was brought back to the present by the sound of pounding coming from my dorm door. I was still fighting for control, not able to send a reply without my sobs mixing in with my voice.

"Y/n? Are you okay?" A familiar voice sounded through the door. Of course it would be Kiri to be checking up on me. "I tried calling you to see where you were, but you didn't answer. Tsuyu told me she saw you running off upset when I went to go looking for you."

For some reason I sobbed harder, barely able to keep quiet.

"Princess/Prince, please tell me what's wrong, I'm getting really worried."

He stayed quiet for a moment, anxiously waiting for my response. And of course my body betrays me when an ugly sob wracks through my very being, unable to quiet it down.

"Princess/Prince, are you crying?!" Kiri's voice carried his panic and worry. "I'm coming in!" He warned before slamming the door open.

I barely raised my head to meet his worried crimson eyes as his giant frame took up most of the doorway, frozen. His expression falls at the sight of the giant crocodile tears running down my face, distress written all over my expression.

Without saying anything, he rushed over to my side, his big, warm hand landing on my back, immediately rubbing gentle circles as to comfort me.

"Baby, what's wrong? Tell me," he asked, voice trying to soothe me. I shook my head, unable to say or utter a word and I dropped my head again, breathing erratic. "You're hyperventilating, baby. You need to try and calm down a bit."

More sobs was the only thing I responded with. Hearing some shuffling, a moment passed before a soft calming melody sounded through the storm in my mind, along with the sound of gentle falling rain. It was the same several hour music track that I would usually listen to when something was bothering me.

I've always loved the sound of falling rain and ocean waves.

Kiri dropped his phone to the floor, letting the music wrap us in its soothing melody. He brought his hand to my cheek to gently bring my face up and face him. His expression sad as he gets a better look at my distraught, of the crocodile tears streaming down my face, of the deep sadness in my eyes.

Letting his other hand to join my face, he gently wiped away my tears as I tried to control my breathing. "Baby, you have to calm down. It's okay now, I'm here," he said in a gentle voice, bringing me up onto his lap, and wrapping his strong arms around me.

I clutch onto his uniform jacket, burying my face into his chest as I sobbed away, ruining his uniform with my tears and snot.

He gently rocked the both of us, bringing one of his hands up to my head as he softly brushed his fingers through my hair. "Shhh, baby. It's okay. It's okay," he whispered in my ear.

I don't know how long we sat there, listening to falling rain, Kiri rocking us, whispering calming words into my ear before my breathing was back to normal and my sobs turning into sniffles. Even long after I've calmed down, Kiri still held onto me tightly, grounding me from the storm whirling in my mind.

Only when I lifted up my head from his chest to look up at him did he give me a soft smile, reaching up to brush away strands of hair from my face and eyes. Then, Kiri reached over to his phone, pausing the music before turning back to me.

"Feeling better?"

I slowly nodded my head, my voice hoarse as I finally managed to give a reply, "Yeah, a little bit."

"What happened back there?" Kiri asked, his brow furrowed in worry.

Tears were already welling up in my (e/c) eyes, my bottom trembling as I fought to hold back the tears. Kiri reached up one hand to hold my chin, his thumb softly brushing my bottom lip.

"Please baby, I hate seeing you so distraught," he told me, eyes full of concern as he continued to stroke my bottom lip, as if trying to coax the words to come out, to explain what was paining me so much so he can fix it.

"I-" I stuttered, sniffling back the tears. "I miss him."

"Miss who, baby?" Kiri asked, confused.

"M-my dad," I said, voice now shaky as the tears started falling again. "I m-miss him so much."

Kiri seemed to come to the conclusion that I might have only been extremely homesick. "Why dont you go visit him today then? It's Friday, so you can just stay with him for the weekend."

I violently shook my head. "I-I can't."

"Why not, baby?" He started stroking my back again to try and comfort me.

"H-he died! Two months ago!" I sobbed, pressing my face to his chest again.

"Oh fuck. Shit, I am soo sorry baby. Why didn't you tell me?" Kiri asked, hugging me tightly to him. "I would've been there for you."

"I-I didn't w-want to w-worry y-you," I cried.

Kirishima started rocking us both again, his grip on me tighter as if trying to hold me together. "Of course I'm going to be worried baby. I have been worried about you. I noticed you've been distancing yourself for a while now, but I didn't want to make you talk when you weren't ready. God, I'm so unmanly, not realizing that you were in so much pain all this time." He placed his hand on top of my head. "I am sooo sorry, baby."

I sniffled, shaking my head. "D-Don't be. I w-was the one who d-decided not to t-tell any of you g-guys. I-it's not your f-fault."

"But why didn't you tell us baby? You know we all would've been here for you."

I shrugged. "I-I just wanted to be s-strong for y-you guys. I d-didn't want to w-worry any of you."

"Oh, babe." He pulled back enough to look at me. "You are strong. But it's okay to lean on us, on mee. Just because you're crying, doesn't make you weak. You're mourning, and its okay to cry when you're mourning. It just shows how close you are with your dad and how much you're missing him."

"But... But it feels like my fault though," I cried.

"What do you mean?" His brows furrowed again in confusion.

"I... I was there that night. The night he passed." I wiped at the tears even though it was fruitless with how the tears continued to fall. "We were all happily celebrating my grandma's birthday. We were all laughing. And I went to sleep a bit late that night. I noticed how his was position in his bed when I got up to use the bathroom, but I didnt think any of it. My dad sits in that position sometimes, and I know that he goes to sleep way later than me. And when I woke up at 11 the next morning because of my grandma calling for me, I got up to see what she needed. You remember, that my grandma cant really move around that well anymore?" I asked him.

Kiri nodded his head, remembering that I helped my grandma when the two of us had dinner with my dad and grandma. "So when I got up and headed towards her room, I saw my dad in the same position. But figured he must've just fallen asleep... Then I went to use the bathroom after helping my grandma, and when I looked closer, I noticed how swollen his feet were. I... I knew my dad was always sick and his legs getting swollen all the time, but... I-I just didnt think I'd find him like that." I cried, covering my mouth as another sob wracked threw me. "Vomit... All over the blankets and his bierd... A blood clot hanging from his nose-"

"Shhh, its okay, baby" Kiri hushed me, rubbing my back, "If it's too much for you, you don't have to explain anymore."

After waiting for my breathing to stabilize again, I continued, "I... I just feel like if I had checked up on him before I went to bed... Maybe... Maybe the paramedics would've been able to save him..."

Kiri grabbed onto my shoulders to pull me away so as to look me dead in the eyes with a stern look. "Y/n, listen to me. It is not your fault," he said firmly. "Okay? It is not your fault. Sometimes these things happen."

"But-" I started, but he cut me off.

"No but's. Okay? I know I havent known him as long as you, but I could tell from the first time I met him that he was soo proud of you. And probably still is." His words made me cry harder, my bottom lip trembling again as I tried to pull myself together in front of this amazing man in front of me. "There's no need to beat yourself up over this," Kiri said, pressing a kiss to my forehead as I started bawling my eyes out again. Kiri started rocking us again, holding me tight as I let out all my sadness and anguish.

"Shhhh... It's okay... Everything's will be okay..." He mumbled in my ear. "Let it all out."

We stayed like that for the next hour as I let out all my suffering, the scent of his cologne, the comforting words, and the sound of the music track all lulling me to sleep, my mind and body too heavy to fight it off.

~~~

I woke up to a dark room, the sun long gone over the horizon. I blearily blinked my eyes open, feeling my tears dried over the skin of my cheeks. All of a sudden, a warm hand slides under my shirt, rubbing a thumb on my stomach. A face was then buried into the back of my neck, a soft pair of lips kissing at the skin.

"Morning beautiful/handsome," came Kiri's sleep filled voice

"Mmnn what time is it?" I mumbled.

Kiri pulled away for a moment, turning to reach behind him for presumably his phone on my nightstand. Squinting at the glare of the phone, Kiri gave me an answer, "7 o'clock at night, so its just about dinner time." Dropping his phone back onto the nightstand, he resumed his position of spooning me, completely dwarfing my body with his giant frame. "You haven't ate lunch right?"

I shook my head. "Or breakfast. Or dinner last night. Or any meals for the past few days."

"What?" Kiri shot up, glaring down at me. "And the time before that?"

I shrugged, my brain too drained to think of a solid answer. "Couple days."

"Y/n!"

"I know, I know. I shouldn't be skipping my meals everyday. I should eat at least once a day."

"Is that why you look thinner? Cause you've been skipping your meals??!"

I shrug at him. "I was busy studying for the midterms. Besides I never went 3 days without eating something."

"That's not the point!" Kiri rubbed his hand down his face before looking at me with worry. "You shouldn't be skipping any meals or overworking yourself like this." He reached over to brush a lock of hair away. "Babe, my heart hurts at the thought of you not taking care of yourself."

I place my hand on top of his, leaning into his touch. "I know... I'm sorry. I didnt mean to worry you like this. I just... couldn't come to terms with reality so I busied myself to make me forget the pain. On the bright side I came up with this new, awesome ultimate move I've been dying to show you," I said with some excitement, trying to cheer him up.

He scowled sternly at me for a moment before sighing, shaking his head, any trace of worry and frustration gone from his face as a small smile took over his lips. "Alright fine." But then the stern look came back as he firmly told me, "But I'm not letting you skip any meals anymore, even if I have to force you to eat. And you're not doing no studying or training this weekend."

"Wait, but-" I tried to counter, stopped when the stern look in his eyes intensified.

"No if's, and's or but's. Unless its yours up in the air as I fuck you so hard you wont be able to do anything this weekend but relax."

I blushed and swallowed loudly. "Good, now wait here while I go get you a plate. Bakugou's supposed to be cooking tonight." He leaned down to plant a kiss on my lips. Then another. Then another and another before pulling away only slightly to look into my eyes with that familiar dark look in his eyes, a smirk forming on his handsome face. "Maybe I should grab you two plates. You're going to need it for fuel for tonight."

My faced burned as I realized what he meant. He chuckled darkly before standing up and walking towards the door. "I'll be back in a few. And you better be stripped down to nothing by the time I get back." Turning back towards me with a seductive look. "Don't you worry about a thing, baby girl/boy. Daddy's going to take real good care of you this weekend." Then he opened the door and stepped out, closing the door behind him.

I gulped loudly, already feeling that familiar heat down below.

It was going to a long weekend.

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Field of Poppies Part 22

Summary: After being apart for six years, childhood friends Tommy and Amelia reunite under odd circumstances. Tommy is an outspoken young man and Amelia is pregnant and out on the streets. The bond of family can be unbreakable but it is tested often. Especially when Europe descends into war.

Part 22: Another Christmas without Tommy. Yet bright days are just around the corner. 

             “Did you know Alexander? He used to work down at the butcher’s shop before he was drafted.”

            Amelia was in the betting shop working alongside Rosie, Danny Owen’s wife. “I think so. Was he the one married to that Italian girl?”

            “Right, she passed some time ago from the flu.” Rosie nodded. “Well, he came back few months ago.” She reported. “They just locked him up in the asylum last week. Martha was telling me.”

            “The asylum?” Amelia looked up from her ledger in alarm. “Whatever for?” From the brief time she’d known the young man, he seemed like a decent person without anything seemingly off about him.

            “He went off his rocker. Had a gun and was threatening to shoot his own brother.” Rosie looked concerned. “They said he still thought he was in the war. They couldn’t convince him otherwise.”     

            “Jesus.” Then pen slipped from Amelia’s hand a bit. She couldn’t imagine what sort of horrors could change such a nice man. What could possibly cause someone to lose their mind completely? And would Tommy come back the same?

            After almost four years of waiting for him, she couldn’t imagine having to lock him up to protect others and himself. Because Alexander’s case wasn’t some anomaly. There were many stories drifting quietly around Birmingham of the men who came back. Once upstanding figures in the community came home different men. There were two men that Amelia knew had committed suicide. Their families were distraught. They had waited so long for them to return, were so happy they came home alive, and now they had to bury them.

            It made Amelia so anxious. Of course, she wanted Tommy home but what could she do if he was nothing like the man that had left her that day at the train station? How could she explain that to her children?

            “It’s a shame,” Rosie said quietly. Both the wives were thinking about their husbands. Hoping, that maybe by some sheer luck, their boys would be okay. But it seemed foolish to even hope.

 ~~~~~~~~~~

            It would be another Christmas without Tommy. It never got any easier, although Amelia tried to make do. Annie’s awareness of Tommy’s missing presence was becoming more of an issue. There were only so many times Amelia could explain why he was gone. The almost-four-year-old was unsatisfied with the answers. She didn’t understand war, didn’t understand why her father was gone, and especially struggled with why he couldn’t just come home.

            A week before Christmas, the Shelby household was in chaos. A loose thread on Annie’s teddy bear had caught on one of the kitchen cabinet handles. Instead of trying to unravel it from the metal, the young girl pulled and pulled until her darling stuffed animal had a loose arm hanging by a thread.

            Annie screamed and cried, inconsolable as she cradled her bear close.

            Amelia tried to calm her down, saying it wouldn’t be an issue to stitch the thing up again. But her daughter wasn’t listening. She wouldn’t even let go of the bear so Amelia could fix it.

            “Love, please, it’ll be okay!” Amelia begged for her daughter to calm down. “Mummy will fix it and he’ll be as good as new. I promise.”      

            “But daddy gave him to me!” She sobbed.

            “I know, but I can fix him.”

            “Daddy’ll know I hurt ‘im!” She wailed and thrashed about on the kitchen floor. “Daddy’ll hate me!”

            “Annie Shelby, what on Earth gave you that idea?” Amelia asked.

            “’Cause…’cause he will!” She didn’t seem to have any basis for how she felt. “That’s why he won’t come home!”

            “Now you listen to me.” Amelia gathered her up into her lap. “Your father loves you very much and if he could come home, he would in a heartbeat.”

            Annie began to calm down in her mother’s arms. She hiccuped and wiped her eyes and nose on her sleeve. “Teddy’ll be okay?” She asked.

            “Of course, I’ll patch up his arm and he’ll be looking nice for Christmas.” Amelia kissed her cheek. "Now go head upstairs. It's nearly bath time." 

~~~~~~~~~~

            As they always did, they got through the holidays and made it out alive in the new year. Amelia was struggling to write down the date sometimes.

            1918

            How could it only be two years away from the new decade? And more importantly, would she be welcoming 1920 still without Tommy. Max would be ten by the end of 1920. By then he would’ve spent more than half his life without his father. It made Amelia sick to her stomach to think about.

            She just didn’t realize good news was around the corner.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~

            Annie and Max were running around the parlor while Amelia cleaned up after dinner. The two were sick of being cooped up inside because March had brought on endless rain.

            The phone started to ring and Amelia called out from the kitchen. “Quiet down, you two, mum needs to answer the phone!”

            It didn’t do much good. The kids were leaping off the sofa and creating a big ruckus.

            Still, Amelia picked up the receiver. “Shelby Residence.”

            “Mel?”

            For a moment, Amelia was convinced she was in a dream. There was no other explanation for why Tommy’s voice would be on the other end of the phone. Her knees went weak and she clutched onto the stair banister nearby. “Tommy?” She gasped. “Is that really you?”

            “Yeah, love. It’s me.”

            It felt like her heart was in her throat. There was so much she wanted to say to him and yet she couldn’t find the words. “I-I don’t understand.”

            “They’re sending us home. All of the 179."

            Tears began to stream down Amelia’s cheeks. This was the day she’d been waiting years for. Now that it was time, she couldn’t contain her happiness. “Really? Oh, Tommy…I-I don’t know what to say. I’m over the moon!”

            “I know, love. I can’t wait to finally be back home with you. I don’t have much time on the phone, are the kids there?”  

            “Yes, yes I’ll get them.” Amelia turned from the telephone. “Max, Annie! Guess who’s on the telephone!”

            The two rambunctious kids ran into the hallway to see what she was talking about. “Who?”

            “It’s daddy.” Amelia knelt down and held the receiver to them.

            “Dad?” Max was cautious, unsure if his mother was just pulling his leg or not. Although he figured it would be too cruel of a trick for his mother to play on him.

            “Hello, Max. Your sister there too?”

            “Daddy?” Annie piped up. She looked thrilled but nervous at the idea of speaking to the man she’d never met.

            “I’m coming home soon, you two,” Tommy announced happily. “Are you excited? I’m going to be coming home on the train next month.”

            “Really?” Max’s eyes widened in shock. “For good?”

            “For good,” Tommy promised. “You’ll be at the train station waiting for me, right?”

            “Yeah!” Max couldn’t hold back his grin.

            “Alright, well, I’ll be home very soon. I love you all very much.”

            “We love you, Tom,” Amelia said tearfully before the line went dead. She hung up the receiver, her hand trembling.

            “Aren’t you happy, mummy?” Annie asked.

            “Of course.”   

            “Then why’re you crying?”

            “I’m just so happy.” Amelia pulled her children in for a tight squeeze. “He’s finally coming home.”

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— 01. bunny blues: leaving | yoongi & jungkook

min yoongi/reader/jeon jungkook ― ft. namjoon | angst | hybrid!au

wordcount: 1.6k

content warnings: namjoon is kind of a dick im sorry, separation

― synopsis: you hadn’t noticed the way he’d slowly been getting rid of everything

note: this is the first part to bunny blues! reader is a bunny hybrid, kook is a dog hybrid, and joon+yoongi are humans!

blog masterlist ɪɴᴅᴇx ― 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08

© httpjeon 2019. do not repost, modify, or translate.

The first thing you noticed was the fact your belongings began to disappear. It started as your old clothing disappearing, things you didn't quite care about. Then, your shoes began to disappear to just your essential ones. Your favorite toys were gone and when you asked, you were just told they weren't good anymore.

It took about a month for you to realize your clothes were disappearing again, this time your favorite dresses and sweaters vanishing. You had one pair of shoes and only a fraction of clothes you once had. Your owner, Namjoon, was home less and less as the days passed. You were lonely, not used to being alone so much.

When Namjoon adopted you from his local shelter, he had been a perfect owner -- following all the bunny nutritional guidelines he needed too, buying you things you needed and even wanted, gave you all the attention you could have.

Now, almost a little over a year later, it was all falling apart.

Then everything came to a head one night when you overheard him on the phone. There was a time once when you would be snuggled in bed with him watching a movie to fall asleep.

As you heard the muffled voice, you crawled out of bed and snuck closer to his door. It was open just a crack and as you peeked, your sensitive ears were able to pick up on his words loud and clear.

"Look, the flight to Japan is in just a week, I have no one else to ask!" He sighed, knee bouncing as he sat on the edge of his bed.

Flight? Was he going somewhere?

"No, Yuri is insistent that she doesn't want another--" He muttered, heaving a big sigh when he was cut off. "Yeah, I know but I can't do anything about it!"

There was a beat of silence, you could hear the voice reply, though you were unable to make out anything from your distance.

"Please, Yoongi, if I can't find anyone I'll have to--" He was cut off again, the voice on the other side shouting loudly that he had to pull his phone away from his ear. "Alright, let me know if you change your mind,"

With that, he ended the call and hung his head. You took the moment the finally crawl into the bedroom, unnoticed until you were kneeling in front of him on the carpeted floor.

"How long will you be gone, Joonie?" You asked, causing his head to snap up in shock.

"_____, h-how much did you hear?" He asked, not answering your question.

"That you're going on a flight," You replied, shrugging innocently. As you looked up at him, you noticed the sad smile on his face.

"Yeah but, it's going to be a long trip," He mumbled.

"Like a month?"

"No," He sighed, reaching forward and placing his large hand on your head, petting your hair before moving to stroke the soft fur on your ear. He had always enjoyed petting your ears, when he got you he said you had the cutest bunny ears he'd ever seen.

"Who're Yoongi and Yuri?" His petting paused at your question.

"Yoongi is my coworker and Yuri is my girlfriend," You gasped at this, sitting up on your knees now, using his knees to balance.

"You have a girlfriend? Can I meet her?!" You grinned but it disappeared when he stopped petting you and fixed you with a stern stare.

"I guess I can't hide anything from you anymore," His words had you sitting back down on your heels, his touch now gone as he leaned back on his bed. Apprehension began to fill your heart at the distant, empty look in his eyes when he gazed down at you. "Yuri lives in Japan and we agreed to move in together. So I got a transfer from my company there, my position starts in two weeks so I'm leaving next week,"

"Y-You're moving there?" You asked, giving him a nervous smile, clinging to his sweats with tight fists -- hanging onto him. "I can come too right? Right, Joonie?"

"_____," He shook his head, prying your hands off of him and stood up. You remained seated and looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. "She has a cat-hybird already and the landlord has a one-hybrid policy. She's has Nuri longer than I've had you, so we came to a decision,"

"Y-You're leaving me here?" You choked out, sniffling as your nose began to run. "I-I can't take care of myself, Joonie! You can't go!"

He went to walk away and you panicked, clinging onto his leg with a sob. He froze in his tracks, looking down at you with those same detached eyes. You had hoped you'd see some sign of sympathy in them, but there was nothing.

"I'm not leaving you here alone," He replied, earning a budding smile from you.

You knew he wouldn't just abandon you like that! He had a plan to keep taking care of you! His next words, however, shot your hopes down faster than they appeared.

"I'm getting rid of you," The cold, harsh words immediately had you crying again. He jerked his leg out of your grasp, and you were sitting there crying as he watched. "I couldn't find anyone who would take you in, no friends would. So, in a few days I'll finish giving away your things and then I'll take you to a shelter,"

With that, he turned his back to you and walked out of his room. With him disappearing, you began to panic and immediately scrambled to your feet to chase after him. You caught him in the living room, clinging to him from behind as you sobbed.

"P-Please, Joonie!" You wailed, crying into the back of his t-shirt. His familiar, comforting scent filled your nose but it offered you no real comfort. "I-I'll be good, I promise! Take me with y-you and I'll be good! Don't give me away! I wanna stay with you, Joonie!"

"No _____," Namjoon snapped, tearing your arms off of him and turning to look at you in the eyes. "Yuri doesn't want you and I don't want you anymore,"

You felt your heart physically shatter in your chest at his words.

"Y-You don't?" You squeaked, reaching up to tug at one of your ears -- attempting to console yourself.

"No, I thought I could handle taking care of a bunny hybrid, but I can't," He sighed, running a hand through his already messed up hair. "You're too much work, _____. You're needy, too clingy for me, and you get on my fucking nerves so much. I really shouldn't have gotten a hybrid that needed as much care as you but that was my mistake. Just understand that I'm happy with the arrangement and that's all that matters,"

"B-But I thought you loved me, Joonie," You whimpered, earning only a sigh from him.

Then he turned his back and went to the kitchen. You thought he was just gonna leave you standing there but he returned only a moment later holding a box of trash bags.

"Here,"

"W-What for?" You asked tearfully.

"Put your belongings in them for me," You took the box, noticing your hands were trembling.

With your head hanging low and tears falling down your cheeks, you went to your room. However, his voice stopped you right before you entered the doorway.

"_____?" You turned to find his looking at his phone, not even looking at you. "When you're done, put them by the door so I can get rid of them later,"

"Yes Joonie," You replied, your voice empty but wobbling.

You didn't say anything more, just shut the door behind you and took a seat on the bed.

Your room was more barren than it was a year ago. It was then that you noticed how long he'd been preparing for it. Slowly removing your belongings so it wasn't noticeable. It wasn't until now that you truly realized it.

Finally slowing the tears, you opened a new trash bag and began to empty your toy box.

Yoongi's heart was heavy in his chest as he hung up the call with Namjoon. He had been pestering for a while about adopting a bunny hybrid. Namjoon had explained the situation and truth be told it pissed Yoongi off.

Adopting a hybrid was a big responsibility -- they relied on their owners and depended on them for everything. Most times they grew attached and loved with all their hearts. He would know, owning a rescued puppy-hybrid named Jungkook. It was a shitty thing to get rid of his hybrid because his girlfriend didn't want her.

"What's the matter, hyung?" Jungkook asked, immediately picking up on his owners shift in demeanor.

"Namjoon," Yoongi replied easily, carding his hands through Jungkook's hair, making his tail wag happily.

"That goofy guy you work with?" Jungkooks question was met with a nod.

"He needs someone to take care of his hybrid--"

"Why don't we?" Jungkook immediately perked up.

"Really?" Jungkook's tail was loudly thumping against the hardwood floor he was sitting on.

"Yeah! I mean if he can't do it!" Jungkook grinned, making his nose wrinkle.

"I don't know how long it would be, Kook," Yoongi was honest, he didn't want to hide anything from the pup.

"That's okay! We have a spare room!"

"You really mean it, Kook?" The boys hair bounced with his happy nod and Yoongi smiled.

"You're a good boy, I'll call Namjoon,"

Yoongi got up and exited the living room, heading for his own bedroom. Jungkook was left in the living room, resting his head where Yoongi once sat. There was apprehension in his thoughts -- he wanted to help the hybrid, he really did. He just didn't know how well he could handle sharing Yoongi's attention.

But it wasn't permanent...right?

[fandomsumthing]

Early Release

Written with @im-a-star-boy

Okay, so this one is triggering for a lot of reasons. If you know of the character Skip from the Spider-Man comics, then you know how much of an absolute trash person he is. If you do not, look him up before reading.

TW

Metions of rape, doesn’t go into detail

Crying

Facing trauma

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“Peter?”

The young brunet looked up from the book he was writing in, to see May Parker looking into his room with a worried look on her face. “Yeah Aunt May?”

“Can I come in?”

Peter raised an eyebrow. It was unusual for her to ask to come in, and not just barge in and playfully joke about it later. “Yeah, what’s up?” He asked, closing his book and sitting up.

May entered the room and closed the door softly. She approached Peter slowly, as if he was a wild animal, and kept her eyes trained worriedly on him as she sat on his desk chair. She scooted towards Peter, and leaned over, making eye contact with Peter. “Peter, we just got a call from Rykers.” She said softly.

Peter watched her and nodded. “Okay, what did they want?” He asked calmly.

“They called to give us a heads up.” She hesitated.

“A heads up about what?

May stared at him with a pained look for a few moments, before taking a deep breath. “Skip was released yesterday.”

.oOo.oOo.oOo. One Week Later .oOo.oOo.oOo.

Harry paced irritatedly, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt in one hand and staring at his phone with the other. “Harry, I’m sure Peter’s fine. You know how he gets when he ghosts everyone for-” Miles began.

“He never ghosts anyone for longer than a day or two. And he’s been avoiding me all week- and haven’t you noticed? He won't pick up calls, it goes straight to voicemail, he’s not just not answering them- he’s denying them!”

“Maybe his phones dead.” Anya offered.

“Two things wrong with that. One, his phones never dead. He always has it charging. Two, it rings, it rings a couple of times before it goes to voicemail. When your phones off or dead- it doesn’t do that. Just- he’s avoiding us. And I don’t know why.” Harry sighed, looking defeated.

“Why don’t you just… talk to him? Go over to his house and talk to him- one on one. A heart to heart, you know?” Gwen proposed.

“I don’t really have any other options, do I?” He sighed.

"You could just wait it out.” Miles offered.

Harry cringed at the idea. "I'll go check on him. I'll let you know what I find."

.oOo.oOo.oOo.

Harry looked up at the house, the curtains were drawn, they were also darker than usual, almost like blackout curtains. He furrowed his brow worriedly, before approaching the house, and knocking. There was shuffling, then silence. He knocked again. There were a few uneventful moments before the door creaked open. It was Peter.

His hair was disheveled, but not in the cute morning way. In the, ‘I haven’t showered in days, nor have I brushed it' way. There were dark bags under his eyes, and he looked like he’d been crying. “H-Harry?” He murmured.

Harry stared at Peter for a moment, all words caught in his throat. Peter looked so… broken. Peter shuffled anxiously, looked hesitantly over Harry’s shoulder, before looking at Harry again. Finally, he managed to choke out a few words. “Peter? What happened? Are you okay?” He whimpered, quickly rushing towards his boyfriend.

Peter took a panicked step back, as a fearful look crossed his face. Harry froze his hands in the air. Peter made a strangled noise, before asking, “Is anyone else with you?”

Harry shook his head quietly. Peter stared at him for a moment, before pushing the door the rest of the way open, inviting Harry in. Harry stepped lightly, knowing something big must’ve happened, and followed Peter to the couch. Peter crossed his legs and hung his head looking sad. “What happened Peter?” Harry whispered softly.

Peter took a shaky breath, before replying. “A man named Steven Westcott was released from prison a few days ago.” Harry nodded encouragingly. “Um… he was released early on good behavior. They called us to tell us because he...”

Peter choked up, his face paling as tears began to drip down his face. He watched Peter’s face contort into a pained look as he shook his head softly. Harry grabbed Peter’s hand gently. Peter flinched violently away, causing him to hesitate. “S-sorry, sorry…” He murmured.

Peter shook his head. “No, no it’s alright.” He mumbled back, before hesitatingly scooting closer to Harry.

He adjusted to Peter could lean against him. He felt a pang of sadness when Peter stiffened for a moment, before letting out a slow sigh, and slowly began to lean into him. It took almost a full minute before his full weight was against Harry’s chest. Peter shuttered as Harry gently ran his fingers through his hair. There were a few moments of silence before he let out a soft sob. Harry’s heart broke at the sound, but he didn’t speak as Peter took a moment to cry. Peter shook his head against Harry’s chest, before whimpering, “I tried to tell him no… that I didn’t like it but…”

Harry froze. He thought he knew what Peter meant, but god he was hoping he was wrong. “What did he do?” Harry asked softly.

Peter let out a pained whimper. “He… he didn’t stop.” Peter couldn’t bring himself to say what Skip had done, he was already in tears by the end of that one sentence. Saying it would make everything real again. It would send him back to those days with Skip that he tried so hard to forget. He tried so hard to separate himself from what took place. He didn’t want what Skip did to him to dictate his life, and he thought he had until he learned the news. Yeah, he could beat Skip in a fight now, but Peter knew he’d be sent back if he even heard his voice.

Harry felt his heart drop as Peter began sobbing and sniffling into his chest. Peter never once mentioned any of this to him until now. Of course he had questions, but he knew better than to ask. His questions would only make Peter feel more vulnerable than he already did. He realized that he had added to his unease by trying to get in their house earlier.

“Peter.” Harry’s voice cracked slightly. “I’m so sorry.” He held him closer and Peter sobs became harder.

“Why would they let him out?!” Peter wailed sounding angry, fearful, regretful, broken. “He didn’t change! I know it! Is he just that good at deceiving?”

Harry held him close. "I don't know bug… but I promise. I won't let him anywhere near you." He promised.

He wanted to squeeze and nuzzle Peter, to promise him that nothing would ever hurt him again, but he knew that would only make the situation worse. He was scared enough as it is. Peter cried into his chest, his arms trembling violently. Peter shook his head. "Harry- I'm scared…" His voice was weak and pitiful. It made Harry's heart shatter in his chest.

"It's… it's okay to be scared. Especially after what he did. It's okay to cry…" He murmured, feeling his own tears build up in his eyes.

“He knows where I live.” Peter sniffled.

“He won’t hurt you. I’ll be right by your side for as long as you need it. That is if you want me to stay?” Harry consoled.

“DON’T GO!” Peter blurted out, now looking up at Harry. “Please! I...I don’t want to be alone again...”

“I won’t then.” Harry thought about Peter’s words. “Where’s May?” He asked.

“At court,” Peter mumbled. “She’s trying to get a restraining order against Skip for me.”

Harry nodded. The words brought him some comfort, knowing he would have a bit of protection from Skip. He ran his fingers gently through Peter's hair and kissed his forehead. "How about we head into town? Just for a little coffee date, to get your mind off of it." Harry asked gently, moving Peter's hair out of his face.

He hesitated at the idea. "It'll be okay, just a little bit of exercise. God knows how long you've been cooped up in here." Harry joked.

Peter laughed softly and looked down. "Hmm… okay. I trust you." He murmured after a few minutes of consideration.

Harry smiled and kissed Peter's head. "Alright. Do you wanna change or no?" Harry asked softly.

Peter let out a breath that sounded slightly like a laugh. “I look like a mess, don’t I?” He wiped the tears on his face. “I know this might sound weird, but could you stand outside the bathroom while I take a shower?”

“It’s not weird if it makes you feel safe.” Harry hummed as Peter stood.

Peter nodded stiffly, before standing up. He gave Harry a hesitant look and he began leading him to the bathroom. Harry let out a sad sigh. He didn’t miss how Peter gave him a skeptical look, like he was uncomfortable with the idea of Harry walking behind him. He didn’t blame him either. Peter gave Harry a sad smile, before kissing his cheek and walking into the bathroom. Harry smiled back as he heard Peter lock the door behind him. Harry stopped as he realized that Peter had forgotten both clothes and a towel. He walked quickly to his bedroom and picked out one of his sweatshirts that Peter had stolen about a week prior, and a pair of comfortable jeans and boxers. He grabbed a towel and knocked on the door lightly. “Hey, Pete, you forgot your clothes and a towel, can I come in?” He asked calmly.

Peter made a noise, before saying, “I locked the door.”

Harry let out a sigh. “I’ll hold onto them until you’re done, alright?”

Peter didn’t reply, but Harry could imagine him nodding quietly. “Okay.”

The shower started up and Harry sat with his back to the door. He got to thinking about how someone could do such a thing to Peter or anyone for that matter. Skip took advantage of Peter and was able to get out on good behavior? The idea to kill Skip had popped into his head and he knew it was a good idea, but he wouldn’t hunt him down. If, and this is a huge if, he was able to get near Peter, then the idea would turn into an action.

The shower turned off after twenty minutes and Harry heard the door click. He stood up so that Peter could open the door slightly. He hand reached out from behind the door and grabbed the clothes and towel before shutting the door. Harry smiled softly. It was still his Peter in there. He was here. He was okay. Harry took a deep breath and moved out of the way of the door. He smiled as the door opened, and waved to Peter. “Hey Pete.” He greeted.

Peter jumped, surprised by Harry’s sudden voice. He gave him a wide-eyed look, before relaxing after a moment. “Hey…” He murmured.

Harry smiled softly. His sweatshirt swamped Peter’s figure as usual, making him look even smaller than he was. The jeans were a bit more slim-fitting than Harry had intended, but Peter seemed comfortable. Harry put out his hand, a gentle smile on his face. Peter smiled softly back, and took it. Harry’s smile grew, and Harry began to lead him out of his house. “Wanna go to that new coffee place down the road?”

Peter smiled quietly and nodded. “Okay.”

Harry led Peter down the stairs slowly and towards the door. Peter hesitated before placing his hand on the door knob and turning it. Sun shimmered through the small opening and slowly filled the room as the door widened. Peter blinked a few times to let his eyes adjust.

Harry stepped out before Peter, so that he knew he was protected from the front and back. If he decided right there that he didn’t want to go then Harry would walk back in if he wanted him to follow. Harry smiled as Peter took a hesitant step outside. He played with Peter's hair for a moment, loving how fluffy it was freshly washed. Peter purred softly at the contact and Harry grinned.

He led Peter down the sidewalk talking to him happily. Peter didn't reply other than one-word answers and facial expressions, but Harry was more than happy to just be out and about with him. After not seeing him for a month, he grew really lonely.

They were walking side by side down the street. As much as he wanted to hold Peter’s hand again, he decided it was best if Peter made the move. Harry gave Peter a gentle smile. The two walked down the road, Harey leading Peter happily. After a while it walking, Peter took light hold of Harry's hand. He smiled and pulled his hand up lightly, kissing his knuckles. Peter blushed before laughing. "Har, stop." He said playfully.

Harry grinned. "Whyyyy." He whined teasingly. Peter smiled and leaned into Harry slightly while they walked. This was the first time he felt safe in a while. He’d only checked behind himself once and felt like that was enough.

“You’re like a puppy.” Peter sighed contently and his hand tightened slightly around Harry’s.

Harry laughed at the idea. "I'm the puppy? Have you seen how fluffy your hair is?! And just how cute you are in general!" He argued. "You're the puppy in this relationship."

Peter smiled. "Well then I'm your puppy." He said, blushing lightly and nudging him playfully and happily.

Harry smiled. "That's another nickname."

Peter rolled his eyes. "How many do you have for me now? Three? Four?"

“About eight.” Peter replied.

“Eight?” Harry asked, a laugh laced in his voice. “I don’t think I’ve heard some of those, have I?”

“I call you different nicknames depending on the person I’m talking to.” Peter explained as they neared the doors to the coffee shop.

It was a small place, not one of the popular coffee spots but still good. One of the reasons the couple liked it so much. They got their privacy to be a couple without having to worry about anyone snitching. Plus, the coffee wasn’t that expensive.

“Should I get us a table?” Peter asked. Harry looked at him with cautious eyes.

“Only if you feel comfortable with getting it.” Harry hesitated letting go of Peter’s hand.

“I’ll be alright.” Peter reassured. He wasn’t just reassuring Harry, but also himself. Before heading off, Peter’s gave Harry a peck on the cheek which got Harry to smile.

Peter slipped his hand out of Harry’s and went to the table closest to the wall and sat with his back facing the wall. Nothing could sneak up on him now and he got a full view of the coffee shop so if... he did show up, Peter would know. After a moment of talking, a server approached him. "Hello, what would you boys like?" She asked, a kind and curious look on her face.

"I'll take a hot chocolate." Peter replied, a hopeful look on his face.

The waitress nodded and wrote that down. "And you?" She asked, turning to Harry.

"I'll have a vanilla chai latte please."

She nodded happily and wrote them down as well. "Would you like anything to eat?"

Harry shrugged. "Pete?"

Peter looked up from a brief daze. "Huh? Yeah? Oh, uh, sure. Can I get banana bread?" He asked.

Harry chuckled as the waitress wrote it down. "I'll be back with your drinks in a minute." She walked back to the kitchen, leaving the couple to chat amongst themselves.

Harry started to explain what Peter had missed at school. “I’m pretty sure that you’d get it in a day. After all, it was mostly all reviews with things branching off.” Harry rambled.

He continued to ramble on until he saw Peter tense. He hadn’t seen anything, his eyes weren’t focused on anything, so it had to be his spider senses going off.

“Peter?” Harry asked softly. Peter shot out of his trance and looked over at Harry, seeing his concern.

“I think it was just a fly.” Peter mumbled.

He wasn’t quite sure what it was, but it was either really small or approaching.

Harry looked around the cafe for a moment, before sighing and forcing a laugh. “God this place just opened and there’s already flies. Not a good sign if you ask me.”

Peter laughed at that, his spidey sense progressively getting louder. He smiled and grabbed Harry’s hand, wanting some form of comfort. Harry caught on quickly to Peter’s anxiety, and began rubbing his hand with his thumb. “I love you, Pete.” He asked, a small smile.

Peter forced a smile. “I love you too.” He murmured.

The waitress came with their drinks. “Your banana bread will be out in a second.” She said, a kind smile on her face.

Peter smiled and thanked her, taking a small sip of his hot chocolate, before pulling away and hissing softly. “Hot?” Harry asked, chuckling.

Peter nodded, but took another sip. Harry couldn’t help but laugh. The hot chocolate was in a red mug with green details. It was filled to the brim, topped with whipped cream which had marshmallows, chocolate shavings, and chocolate syrup. Peter seemed happy with the drink as he took another sip though.

Mid sip, Peter grabbed his head. He put his hot chocolate own so he wouldn’t spill it. His spider senses were going nuts. They were screaming at him to run.

“Peter?” Harry consoled, he looked like he was going to get up to help Peter. “Is something wrong?”

The door opened an a ding followed it. “It wasn’t a fly, Harry.” Peter realized and looked at the door, fear filling his eyes.

Harry grabbed Peter's hands gently. "Peter? Pete, are you okay?"

Peter looked down, squeezing his eyes shut. He had a look of fear on his face. "Harry…" he whimpered. Harry could hear that Peter was close to crying. He looked up to see a tall man standing in line, chatting with the cashier. He had pale hair, almost white. As if he felt the eyes on him, he turned to the two boys sitting at the table. Peter glanced up for a moment, before immediately turning away.

The man smirked, saying something else to the cashier, before strutting in their direction. "Hey there Einstein," He said, grinning at Peter.

Harry felt Peter began to shake and watched as he tried to close his eyes even tighter. “Wow, can’t even look at me?” The man acknowledged, his grin still plastered on his face. Harry put it together and glared at Skip.

“Excuse me, but you’re interrupting something here.” Harry had a mock kindness in his voice, it wasn’t that convincing. Skip jumped slightly at Harry’s voice, having just notice him.

“Oh you have a-“ Skip looked down at Harry’s and Peter’s intertwined hands. “Oh.” There was a slight venom in Skip’s voice now.

"Would you mind getting the fuck out?" Harry growled, scooting closer to Peter.

Skip made a face. "You're that one kid who was friends with him." He recognized, an angry look crossing his face.

He stopped as the waitress stepped over, putting Peter's banana bread in front of him. She saw his distressed look and turned to Harry. "Is something wrong?" She asked.

"Nah, everything's good here." Skip interrupted.

Harry got an angry look. "Everything is not good, can you get this man to leave us alone?" Harry hissed through his teeth. Every second Skip stood in front of him was a second closer that Harry was to punch him.

The waitress nodded. "Sir you need to leave these two immediately or I'll have to get security." She said.

She didn't quite know what was going on but she could tell it wasn't anything good. Skip scowled, before pushing himself up violently and stalking out of the building.

The waitress gave them a look, before walking away silently, as Peter practically crawled into Harry's lap. "Hey, it's okay bug, he's gone." Harry reassured, feeling Peter tremble violently.

“H-Harry… he’s still there. He’s waiting.” Peter could sense him standing outside, and he was angry. It wasn’t good when he was angry. Harry held Peter close to him.

“I’ll take care of it. I’ll have a staff member stay right here, if he comes in again, then he won’t walk again.” Harry said.

“Don’t.” Peter replied firmly, tears slipping from his eyes. “Harry, he’s angry. He’s awful when he’s mad.”

Harry felt his heart break at that. What had Skip done to him? He shook off the chilling thought and pressed a kiss against Peter's head. "Don't worry Pete, I'm a vigilante, remember?" He murmured softly. "I'll be back in just a second."

Peter didn't argue, but watched teary-eyed as Harry stepped through the door.

"Westcott." Harry snapped, an anger flaring up in his gut.

The man, as Peter predicted, looked up from leaning on the side of the building. "I've got a bone to pick with you." Harry snarled.

Skip scowled. "This is your last chance kid. You better screw off and let me-" Before he had a chance to finish, Harry launched forward and punched him in the nose.

He staggered back in alarm as blood began washing down his face. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!" He screamed, clutching his nose.

Harry grabbed his collar. “You listen to me right now. You are not in a place of power here. You might think you are still in control of Peter, but you’re not. He could beat the absolute shit out of your sorry ass. Now, the best thing you can do is try and rebuild your life that you destroyed the moment you destroyed Peter’s innocents.” He growled. Skip took a minute and laughed right in Harry’s face.

“Little Pet could hurt mwah?” He chuckled. “He couldn’t even hold the door shut tight enough to stop me from coming in.”

Harry kneed him in the crotch and Skip groaned and pulled away from Harry. In a couple of minutes he was able to recover and he was pissed.

“You think you know Peter as well as me? Huh? Just because you got to watch him grow up?” Skip hissed, then smiled. “He grew up rather nicely, no? You want to grow old with him? Sadly you won’t be able to.”

Skip pulled out a pocket knife and longed at Harry. It was so unexpected and yet not. Harry knew that Skip might turn violent, he didn’t see him having a knife. He was luckily able to step back before the knife went down, but the second time the knife was right above him and it was coming down fast and Harry closed his eyes and prepared for the pain.

The door swung open and the pain never came. Harry’s eyes open and saw Peter grabbing Skips wrist. He still had the tear stained cheeks and fear in his eyes, but there was also anger.

“What the hell are you doing?” Peter hissed.

“Pet! I was just-“ Skip gasped as Peter’s gripped tightened.

“Don’t call me that.” Peter hissed again.

Skip growler at that and tried to throw Peter off. He stumbled, before tightening his grip. "Get out." Peter warned Skip.

Skip growled. "You can't get rid of me that easily." He snapped, before throwing a wobbly punch with his other arm.

Peter ducked under it, and twisted Skip's arm, which he was still holding. There was a sickening crack and Skip let out an alarmed cry as Peter refused to let go, possibly breaking Skip's wrist with how hard he was squeezing it. Harry could see Peter's light trembling, but it was overcome with a rush of adrenaline. "Now you listen here, Westcott." Peter hissed, with a layer of venom in his voice that Harry had never heard before. "If you ever try to touch me or my boyfriend ever again I will kill you. You hear me?" He threatened, as he released his arm.

Skip's other hand flew to his arm as Peter stepped back. Harry moved forward, his hands shaking as he touched Peter's shoulder. He jumped, startled by the sudden contact, before immediately turning to hug Harry.

“Fine. I’ll leave for now.” Skip snarled. “But I will be back.”

Harry growled and then a light bulb went off in his head. “Aren’t you supposed have a probation officer with you?” They watched as some color drained from Skip’s face.

He looked like he was about to run for a moment, before scoffing. "I- I only have to see him once a month thank you!" He shouted.

Harry scowled at that. "Well believe me, this incident wont go unreported."

Before Skip could reply, two officers approached the group. "Hey, the owners of this place called us. Apparently there was a threat here? Mind telling us what happened?" One asked, eyeing Skip's broken arm.

"These fucking maniacs attacked me!" Skip shouted immediately.

Harry gave him a dumbfounded look. "You have got to be fucking with me."

"Okay okay, enough of the language!" The female officer shouted. "Come with me, I have some questions." She said, pulling Skip aside.

Harry straightened. "I'll gladly answer any questions you have!" He felt Peter shudder against him and frowned. "I'll also speak for him."

The male officer nodded. "We'll need verbal confirmation for anything you say for him." He warned.

"I'm okay with that." Peter murmured, pulling away slightly. Harry felt a rush of sadness at the loss of contact.

The officer asked the usual question and then started going into the details of the call. “The owner said that two patrons were sitting at a table, which I presume to be you two, and a guy walked up to them and made them uncomfortable. Then one stayed in while the other left after the guy. What exactly happened?”

Harry felt Peter stiffen up at that. He immediately began running his fingers through Peter’s hair. “If you wanna go sit inside for this part you can.” Harry reassured gently.

Peter mumbled a soft, “I gotta confirm stuff…”

Harry nodded gently, before pressing a kiss to Peter’s head and pulling him into another hug. “That guy’s name, it’s Steven Westcott. A few years back he did… bad stuff to Peter. He hurt him. As in-”

“As in rape.” Peter finished. He could feel how Harry tensed under his bluntness, but he really just wanted to get this over with then go home and hide under the covers.

Harry nodded. “Yeah. He got out of prison a week ago I think, and he recognized Peter and started harassing us. I told him to go away and he did, but he was waiting outside for us and I left to go try and get him to leave. Then he just started saying stuff and I got pissed and punched him.” Harry admitted.

“But then he pulled a knife on you and tried to stab you.” Peter argued, pulling away to look Harry in the eyes.

“If Peter hadn��t stepped out then I’d be bleeding right now.” Harry said quickly to the officer then looked at Peter. “I only escalated the situation Peter, I should have just waited with you until he left.”

“I do agree that you coming out here was a slight escalation, but with Westcott’s history with him, I can see why you’d want to get out of the premises.” The officer then leaned into his walkie. “Hey Sarah, check him for a pocket knife.”

“I can see pecking out of his front pocket.” Her voice buzzed from the walkie.

The man nodded. "Alright, can we get your guys' names and numbers? We'll have to contact you later for further questioning."

The two nodded and easily passed the information. Peter pulled out his phone with shaky hands. "I should call May." He mumbled.

Harry nodded, wrapping his arms around Peter's waist. "I'm right here if you need me." He murmured.

Peter nodded silently, and dialed May's number. After a moment, she picked up. "Hey Aunt May? We uh… we've got a bit of a problem…"

“What happened? I’ve been trying to get in contact for a few minutes now. I got good news too.” May sounded happy or relieved.

“Me and Harry went out to that little coffee an-and Skip-“ Peter sniffled, his voice cracking.

“Skip? He broke the restraining order already?” May hissed.

“What?” Peter gasped.

“That’s what I was trying to tell you. Maybe my messages haven’t sent, but I sent you how the courts approved it just a few minutes ago. He was here and then left after it was approved.” She said.

Peter let out a sigh. "Then yeah he broke restraining order."

Harry noticed how Peter's voice sounded both relieved and scared at the same time. He grabbed Peter's hand gently and began running circles with his thumb on the back of Peter's hand. He looked up and smiled softly, before returning to the phone call.

"There are a few officers here, Harry got in s fist fight with him and I think I broke his arm when he tried to stab Harry." Peter sniffled.

May laughed. "Good riddance, he deserves that and much more." Peter made a displeased noise. "Pete, why don't you head home if you can. I can make us some wheatcakes."

Peter smiled. "Thank you…" He murmured, hanging up.

"So we going to your place for 'wheatcakes'?" Harry teased.

Peter elbowed him. "Hush."

"They're called pancakes, Peter! You and May are the only people I've ever met who call them 'wheatcakes'! Its dumb!" He teased further.

Peter laughed and shoved him. "Be quiet! Aunt May's wheatcakes are the best thing to grace this earth."

“I will agree that they’re the best pancakes around.” Harry agreed as he received another shove from Peter.

“I dare you to say that they’re pancakes in front of May. You’d get your ass beat.” Peter replied as Harry laughed.

“May beating me up?” Harry couldn’t even imagine it. Well, he couldn’t imagine Peter beating him up until Peter came close to doing so.

Peter raised an eyebrow. "She will."

Harry raised his hands in surrender. "Alright alright. Come on. Let's go."

[irwen-s]

wendy falls trying to grab something and the pain of landing on her wrist throws her into regression which none of the girls had ever had any experience with and don’t know what to do

i rolled a four sided dice (on google wheeze) and got joy so here we go

there are many dangers when it comes to baking, seungwan knows. even so, she never could have anticipated this one.

its on one of their rest days between promotions when she finally gets around to having the time to bake cookies for everyone, and seungwan is elated. shes in the kitchen, bustling around gathering all the tools and ingredients she’ll need, opening and closing kitchen cabinets and drawers.

its then that she remembers having left the bag of chocolate chips in one of the upper cabinets, out of easy reach just to discourage any of the members from trying to eat them before she can even use them.

and so seungwan drags one of the stools up to the counter, then carefully steps onto it. its with a grin that she opens the cabinet to see the bag of chocolates, untouched and unopened.

when she shuffles a bit closer to grab for it, her foot misses the surface of the stool.

and then seungwan slips off with a cry of surprise.

yerim is the closest to the kitchen when from it comes a yelp followed by a crash. shes up and out of her seat, stumbling toward the kitchen where the sound of wailing breaks out, and the sight that greets her when she enters makes her eyes widen in alarm. “unnie!”

seungwan is lying on the ground, awkwardly twisted on her side, face contorted in pain and messy with tears, crying loudly.

yerim drops to her knees just as seulgi, joohyun, and sooyoung barge in behind her. she isnt sure what to do, hands hovering hesitantly over seungwans fallen form, afraid to touch her where she might be injured. the way shes sobbing so uncontrollably makes it all the more nerve-wracking.

“her arm,” joohyun speaks up quickly, dropping to her knees beside yerim. seungwans cries are shrill, terrifying in a way theyve never heard her sound before. “seungwan-ah, we’re going to sit you up, can you breathe for me?”

its like seungwan cant hear her. sooyoung moves around to seungwans other side as joohyun continues to murmur gentle encouragements, and her arm slides around seungwans back in support as yerim and joohyun carefully pull her upright. shes choking on her sobs now, tears sliding down flushed cheeks as shes propped up against sooyoungs chest, shuddering cries wracking her small frame.

“its her wrist. she hurt her wrist,” yerim immediately points out, and their eyes collectively fall to seungwans hand. the skin is bruised, dark and discolored.

“unnie, youre okay, youre okay, can you take deep breaths with me?” sooyoung soothes, smoothing back seungwans hair as joohyun tells seulgi to get an ice pack, her lips brushing seungwans ear. seungwan only chokes on another pained cry, shaking her head frantically.

sooyoung quickly slides herself to sit down properly before carefully guiding seungwan into her lap, cradled against her chest. seungwan immediately turns her face into her neck, trembling in her arms, her uninjured hand desperately clutching onto sooyoungs shirt.

shes hiccuping through strained cries, likely from tiring her voice, and sooyoung rubs soothing circles against her back as she presses her lips to seungwans temple, murmuring softy. “im right here, unnie, youre okay. just breathe for me.”

“n-not unnie,” seungwan sobs in a shaky voice. she lifts her hand up, as if to wipe her face, then whimpers at the movement. yerim quickly guides her hand away and into her lap, fingers coiled gently around her forearm.

“wan-ah,” sooyoung says then, switching immediately, her fingers carding through seungwans hair. seungwan sniffles against the crook of her neck, the tears staining her cheeks wetting sooyoungs skin as she cries quietly. “wan-ah, youre okay, sooyoungie’s here.”

seulgi returns then with an ice pack wrapped in a small towel, and she kneels next to yerim before carefully pressing it against seungwans wrist. “youre okay, its just a little bruise, wannie.” she tries to smile reassuringly, but seungwan jerks at the touch of the ice pack.

“c-cold,” she hiccups tearfully as she attempts to pull her arm away.

“yerim-ah,” joohyun quickly says, but yerim is already tightening her grip around seungwans arm, murmuring “i got her” as she gently but firmly keeps it anchored in her lap. seulgi moves the ice pack back against her wrist with a soft “sorry, wannie.”

sooyoung holds seungwan securely against her as she begins to squirm and cry louder. “wan-ah, the ice will help it hurt less, its okay,” she tries to explain, rocking her to calm her down. “its all right. youre okay, wannie.”

“mama,” seungwan cries in a small, wobbly voice, and all of them freeze. they watch as seungwan shakes her head back and forth against sooyoung, sobbing weakly into her neck. “mama, h-hurts.”

“her mom?” seulgi whispers in confusion as joohyun furrows her eyebrows. sooyoung cradles the back of seungwans head, keeping her tucked close against her chest, exchanging worried and puzzled glances with the others.

yerim has been watching seungwan closely, and she speaks up then. “no, i think she means you, sooyoung-unnie,” she says slowly. seulgi and joohyun look at yerim in surprise as sooyoungs eyes widen.

“me?” sooyoung asks hesitantly.

“its a hunch,” yerim admits, but her eyes are still trained on seungwans trembling form, the way she looks too fragile and vulnerable. hiding her face in sooyoungs neck, hiccuping unsteadily. “shes only been responding to you.”

sooyoungs lips part in surprise, realization dawning on her. “wannie,” she says tentatively against seungwans ear, keeping her voice low and soothing. “can you look at—at mama, for me?”

theres a shaky, nervous sniffle, but then they watch as seungwan slowly moves her head away from sooyoungs neck. puffy, watery eyes look up at her, and sooyoungs heart wrenches at the sight of cheeks flushed and shiny with tears, at the way her lip wobbles.

“oh, baby,” sooyoung whispers in a heartbroken voice, and her hands cradle seungwans face, thumbs brushing against her cheeks as seungwan whimpers in her lap, fresh tears slipping from the corner of her eyes. “im so sorry, wannie. mama’s—mama’s here.”

“hurts,” seungwan hiccups again, squirming to clutch onto sooyoung. yerims fingers wrapped around her injured hand stop her from fully doing so, so sooyoung quickly shifts closer to pull seungwan back against herself, tucked close.

“i know, baby, i know,” she whispers soothingly, letting seungwan press her face back against her neck. she runs her fingers through seungwans hair, feeling her her breathing begin to calm.

“im going to get tissues,” joohyun murmurs quietly, rising from her knees. she looks down at them, gaze moving to rest over seungwan last, heavy with concern. “sooyoung-ah, can you carry her to the couch?”

sooyoung nods. “yes, unnie.”

joohyun turns to yerim and seulgi then. “go with her, make sure wan doesnt move her wrist too much,” she directs, and they both nod in acknowledgement.

they all get to their feet then. sooyoung is the last to stand, careful and slow so as to not jostle seungwan cradled in her arms, who only lets out a small whimper into her shoulder.

“ive got you, baby, mama’s here. we’re just going to the couch, okay?” sooyoung reassures. yerim holds onto seungwans forearm, and after nodding at sooyoung, they both begin to move to the living room, seulgi trailing behind them. joohyun disappears into the hallway.

sooyoung sits down on the couch with seungwan settled in her lap, yerim seated next to them. seulgi hands her the ice pack, which yerim presses against the bruised skin of seungwans wrist. the touch startles seungwan, who lets out a small cry.

sooyoung shushes her quickly, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of seungwans head. “its okay, baby, its just ice. youre okay. mama has you.”

a hand holds out a tissue from behind her, which sooyoung accepts gratefully.

“thank you, unnie,” she whispers, and joohyun nods, settling the box down next to where shes seated. she gestures for yerim to move away so she can take her place as sooyoung gently coaxes seungwans face away from her neck again, dabbing at her tear-stained cheeks with the tissue. seungwans hiccups, leaning feebly into her touch.

theyre all quiet now, watching as sooyoung lets seungwan curl against her after drying her tears, rubbing her back in slow, calming circles and murmuring soothingly into her ear. an occasional sniffle comes from seungwan, but shes no longer trembling, and her cries have quieted.

gradually, sooyoung feels seungwans breathing begin to even out, exhales soft as small puffs of air tingle the skin of her neck.

“shes asleep,” sooyoung mouths to the others. joohyun nods, and relief seems to flood into the room, relaxing all of them as seulgi slumps back into the couch and yerim lets out a sigh of relief.

“lets let her rest,” joohyun says quietly, loosening her grip around seungwans forearm. when no one moves from their seats, the corner of her lips tug up in slight amusement. theyre all too worried to go anywhere else.

“do we know whats going on with wannie?” seulgi tentatively whispers.

its silent for a minute, everyones gazes falling back to seungwan.

“we’ll ask her when she wakes up,” joohyun says finally, after a long moment.

sooyoung wraps her arms around seungwan a little tighter.

—

its a few hours later when seungwan wakes up groggily to soft murmurs and the hum of the stove from the kitchen. she yawns, slowly cracking open her eyes, then comes face to face with sooyoung, whos watching her carefully.

“sooyoungie?” she mumbles sleepily.

“unnie,” sooyoung says, gauging, and seungwan furrows her eyebrows, realizing shes curled up in sooyoungs lap and starting to wonder why, before her hazy memory begins to remember what happened as she sees sooyoung holding the ice pack to her wrist.

“oh—oh my god, shit!” seungwan yells in surprise, stuttering and jerking and almost falling off the couch. she scrambles to get out of sooyoungs lap, apologizing profusely as her eyes water and her vision blurs.

its hard for her to breathe, she feels herself trembling as she gasps frantically, chest suddenly too tight. distantly, she hears sooyoung murmuring something as the commotion from the kitchen cuts off abruptly.

seungwan starts to cry, her brain fuzzy, feeling herself slipping again because shes still sleepy and tired and feels so bad.

“its age regression,” sooyoung finally bursts out, holding seungwan against her as she hyperventilates in her arms. “you regress to a younger age, i know, i searched it up. wan-ah, its okay. its okay.”

seungwan is still apologizing through shaky, frantic gasps, tears sliding down her face, but sooyoung pulls her close and shushes her, now brave enough and more understanding.

“deep breaths, wan-ah, just breathe,” sooyoung whispers, and eventually she feels seungwan slowly relax against her, slumping weakly against her chest, taking shuddering breaths, slowly returning to herself. sooyoung kisses her temple, rubbing her back.

“i-im so sorry,” seungwan apologizes hoarsely again after a moment.

“theres nothing to apologize for,” sooyoung says firmly, shaking her head. her heart aches with so much love, so much adoration, its almost overwhelming. “i’m so happy you trust me enough—trust me to be your mama.”

seungwan sniffles against her. “t-thank you, sooyoungie,” she whispers tiredly, closing her eyes, and sooyoung presses a soft, soothing smile against her hair.

[bottomlwjrights]

MO DAO ZU SHI REREAD:Thoughts™️....and Stuff

Chapter 40

“They should’ve been able to talk, to say who they were, to shout for help. However, the awful thing was that somebody had cut all of their tongues off before this.” In case i havent said it enough, i hate Xue Yang!!!!

I dont have anything funny or witty to say, this whole situation is just sad

“She instinctively hated him and refused to settle. And so, whenever Xue Yang went out night-hunting with Xiao XingChen, she’d secretly follow them. Even when they were in the same house, she didn’t lower her guard.” She lived constantly on guard for, what, years?

Nobody told xxc stories when he was a kid, which I believe to be a crime

The first disciple to leave the mountain, YanLing DaoRen, was an excellent and renowned cultivator, but suddenly became a villian for some unknown reason and died under thousands of swords, according to xxc (parallels wwx a little)

“‘The second disciple was a girl and also very outstanding.’ Wei WuXian’s chest felt warm. She was ZangSe SanRen.” 🥺

“How would an outstanding and beautiful cultivator settle on a servant. This story’s so cliche. It’s probably made up by some poor scholar.” Oh little A-Qing... (wait this mirrors lwj and wwx’s love story, except of course the death part, because in my eyes they just cultivate to immortality and live happily ever after, together forever)

Shut up, wwx, you’re not a villain

Xxc describing sl makes me uuuh wanna cry “A very good friend of mine.” “A sincere man of noble nature.”

Shut the fuck up Xue Yang, no body cares

SHUT UP XXC CARRIED A-QING TO BED THATS ADORABLE 🥺 BIG BRO XINGCHEN EVEN TUCKED HER IN

Shut up!!!! He went and got her candy!!!! And then gave her candy everyday!!!!

Sl said to A-Qing the exact same the xxc said to her, like almost word for word... hold i...

Also note that wwx said they must have been very good friends to be so much alike 

Why did he hesitate???

“Song Lan answered straight away, ‘His height is similar to mine. His appearance is rather fine. His sword is carved with patterns of frost.’” Dont ask why this drove me crazy 

Sl was looking for xxc for years....

“For some reason, Song Lan’s face was extremely pale. He stared at the door of the coffin home, as if he would rush inside if he could, but was too scared to do so.”

“The instant he heard the [xxc’s] voice, Song Lan’s hands trembled so much that A-Qing could clearly see it.”

Sl was so angry his entire body was shaking

Xy is disgusting

After the attack of Baixue temple, while injured, sl said some nasty things to xxc....sounds alot like the aftermath of Nightless City....

“Who was the one who said ‘from now on, we won’t need to meet again’? Wasn’t it you, Daozhang Song? He listened to your request and disappeared after he dug out his eyes for you, but why have you come to him now?” Shut up shut up shut up

Fuck Xue Yang!!!!

“Song Lan looked down at Shuanghua’s blade, which penetrated his heart, then slowly looked up again. He saw Xiao XingChen, who calmly held the sword.” Im gonna cry

“Slowly, Song Lan fell to his knees before Xiao XingChen.” Yup im crying

“At such a time, if Song Lan passed his sword to Xiao XingChen’s hands, Xiao XingChen would’ve immediately known who he was. He’d be able to recognize the sword of his closest friend with just a touch.” He would have known sl’s sword by just a touch....

Sl didnt pass his sword to xxc so that he didnt have to bear the burden of knowing he killed him.....

“...large drops of tears rolled from her eyes. Although she was scared, A-Qing reached out to close Song Lan’s eyes. She then kneeled in front of him and put her palms together, ‘Daozhang, please don’t blame me or the other daozhang.’”

She kowtowed in front of sl’s body....

A-Qing is smart and quick witted, pulling such a fast lie like that

“Cut a few dozens of times on her face so that she’ll never have the guts to go outside again.” 😧

How xy can say something like that and then offer up a plate of bunny shaped apple slices that he cut himself is beyond me

“Looking at the plate of cute, delicate slices, disgust filled both A-Qing’s and Wei WuXian’s hearts.” Yeah me too

(Chapter 41 & Chapter 42 below the cut)

Chapter 41

A-Qing didnt wanna tell xxc about sl...

“The blood grew more and more and eventually leaked through the bandages, trickling down from where his eyes once were.” God he’s crying ....

“Originally, the injury of his eyes would bleed whenever he had excessive thoughts or emotions, but it hadn’t recurred in quite a long while.” I hate this

“...after Xiao XingChen managed to calm down, he told A-Qing, ‘A-Qing, run away.’” I hate this so much

“I can’t go. I need to find out what exactly he’s trying to do...If I left him here alone, I’m afraid that the people of Yi City would sink into his hands.” Y’all gotta stop with this selfless,self sacrificing, being a good caring person shit man, its okay to save yourselves sometimes

“A-Qing’s sobs weren’t faked anymore. She tossed the bamboo pole to the side and clung to Xiao XingChen’s leg...”

“Xiao XingChen asked coldly, ‘Was it fun?’ Xue Yang took another bite into the apple that was still in his hand. He only replied after calmly chewing for a while and swallowing the fruit, ‘Yes. Of course it was fun.’” I hate him

Even the idea that xy did all this because he was bored...

“My finger was my own, while those lives were other peoples’. They wouldn’t be equal no matter how many lives I killed. It was only around fifty. How could it have possibly been equal to one of my fingers?” I cannot even begin to express my disgust...

This is all so sad....

“… Is that you, ZiChen?”

“Even if the two swords had just clashed, Xiao XingChen should be able to tell who the other was from only the strength of the attack...He turned around slowly and reached out a quivering hand, feeling for the blade of Song Lan’s sword.”

“… ZiChen… Daozhang Song… Daozhang Song… Is that you…?” Im crying again

And he’s crying nonstop

“… What happened…? Say something…”

“Xiao XingChen stood blankly in front of Song Lan. Putting his hands on his head, he wailed as though he was ripping his chest apart.” I cant handle this shit im about to stop reading

Fuck you, Xue Yang

“At this moment, Wei WuXian saw himself in Xiao XingChen. Him, who failed miserably as he stood drenched in blood, who couldn’t do anything except silently acknowledge the critiques and accusations, who was wholly beyond hope, who could only cry in despair!” Yeah i didnt need that in the middle of all this

“He could only whimper in pain, ‘Please. Let me go.’” Im really going through it

They all died in such horrific ways

Thank goodness thats over!!!!

Chapter 42

Wwx really implied that xy killed Chang Ping as revenge for xxc huh....wow no

Even in death, A-Qing is brave. Thank you for your contribution in ending that mf

Lwj cuts off xy’s arm when he reaches towards wwx

There was so much blood on the ground that wwx almost slipped in it, gross

Lmao i didnt think lwj would be the one to just toss a pouch to someone but here we are

Wn just squatting on the ground, chillin

Okay yanno what im still confused as hell as to why the juniors were lead to yi city...

God that makes me so angry, Xue Yang keeping the piece of candy for years and holding onto it when he died, like even the idea that he liked xxc and still decided to torture him to death good lord

“Lifting up the hem of his robes, Lan WangJi stepped over the high threshold in an elegant manner, then nodded.”  Wwx just looks at lwj do literally anything and is just like “he’s so elegant 😍 so graceful 🥰 look at my lan zhan, so pretty 🥰😍🥰”

“When he wakes, say I’m sorry, it wasn’t your fault.” Wow....

“He still wore the dark cultivation robes. Standing alone, he carried two swords, Shuanghua and Fuxue, he brought two souls, Xiao XingChen and A-Qing, and walked another path.” Wow.... i wish for you the best, Song Lan

Lsz standing and wondering if xxc and sl would ever meet again....

I agree with jl, death is too light of a punishment for xy

Lmfnck ljy cried the loudest out of everyone sjnckck

The juniors light incense and burning paper money for them 🥺 they’re so sweet

ItS nOt lIkE yOuVE DiEd HoW wOuLd YoU KnOw iF DeaD pEoPle ReCiEve PaPeR MonEY

PLEASE WATCH YOUR MOUTH JINGYI

“How come? Was I really that much of a failure? Was there not a single person who burned paper money for me? Was it really because nobody burned them that I didn’t receive any?” STOOOOOP

“Looking at his calm face, Wei WuXian thought to himself, Really? Had he really not burnt anything?!” Okay i don’t remember if he actually did or not but nonetheless this shit hurted

The hunter was probably the same person who lead them together to yi city with the corpses, BUT WHY THO

Awwww wwx happy to see Lil Apple

Stop teasing jl, wwx, its not nice

Even though the lookout towers are a good idea, and benefit smaller more remote towns, i cant help but wonder if there was some kind of ulterior motive behind them

“Almost all of the dishes were covered in red. Paying attention to Lan WangJi’s chopsticks, he notes that he ate mostly from the milder dishes, rarely the bright-red ones. Even when he did, his expression remained the exact same. Wei WuXian felt something tug at his heart.” uGGgGgGHhHhH 

[little-owly]

Okay but /consider this plz/, Chase and Anti expecting a lil baby of their own and because of past issues Chase just gives Anti and unborn child ALL the attention he can give uwu. And Anti doesn't complain about the constant loves cuz he's never been loved before anyway. And eventually during birth Anti just about breaks his BF's hand to bits trying to push out the baby from his small clit, Dr Schne//ep helping him out with it. And after all the pain it's worth it and they name him Chip :3 ~🍪🍩

CHIP BRODY THEY CALL THE BABY THEIR LIL CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE AHAJSBKSSbut yee yee eweit's a few months into anti's pregnancy does he finally let chase grow closer. the one night stand turning into an even bigger mistake they couldn't ignore the morning later when their hangovers subsided. anti staying cooped up in his own room, shivering under the blankets as he tried to make sense of it all -- surely they used protection, and surely /that/ part of him didn't work. right?he laid on his side, his belly aching as the fetus inside squirmed and kicked, holding a soft palm over the bumping. not lifting his head as the door opened. probably schneep or marvin trying to get him to eat. he jumped as the voice broke the silence of his room. "hey," chase coughed, "i...i got you something," he laided a warm blanket over his aching body, bunching it around his prominent belly with ease. staring down with bright blue eyes."chase. stop--""just, let me help, okay? i know...i know that night was a mistake. im not looking to replace stacey with you, nor my kids," his voice trembled, remembering his nights of staying up with his ex wife, bringing heated blankets, water, and mote pillows for her comfort. "i just want to make this right, and its...its completely your decision should you choose to keep them or let them go," he rubbed at anti's shoulders. his heart breaking as anti curled up tighter around the blanket's warmth. as if closing himself off, as if keeping to himself.a somber silence followed them. his thumbs digging into his skin, releasing tension, hoping to relax his lover's overworked body."...thank you," anti answers in a weak voice. nearly silent, "thank you so much."chase stops. he stares, finally understanding anti's quietness. his closed off attitude, just...everything that made up anti in this very moment alone, illuminated by the soft glow of his bedside lamp. "i love you," he whispers as he grows closer to anti's body. his hands trailing their way down anti's thin body to his belly. gently rubbing into the soft flesh of it. "...i love you too, chase."chase himself nearly cried at the statement.the first time he's heard that since stacey took the kids.///they grew closer after the mistake. chase on his fatherly duties as he fetched meals and comfort for anti. helping him around the septic's home, even around stores as they shopped for their new baby. their newfound relationship came in handy as anti laid in the delivery room. schneep rolling his eyes as anti cursed and screamed; he /did/ tell him the pain he'd have when giving a natural birth. "cmon, babe," chase encouraged, wiping sweat from anti's brow, "you can do it -- its gonna be worth--"chase shut up, anti's hand tightening around his own, nearly cracking his bones as he yelped."IMAGINE THAT BUT 12x WORSE AND THATS WHAT IM GOING THROUGH." anti glitched out, eyes completely black as he kept his hips down, 12 hours of labor definitely ran his patience down. "i'm trying to be supportive, babe," he yelped again, giving anti his uninjured hand, "please dont break my hand--""or do, then i can charge you both more!" schneep smiled as he helped the crowning baby along."we're being charged?!" chase squeaked."i'm going to kill you if you ever put me through this again--" anti hissed, screaming as he held fast to the bar on the bed. pushing with all he had, face red, body sweaty, ready to give up. exhausted, in the most intense pain he's been in -- ready to call it quits as he stared up at chase with tired eyes.those same concerned soft eyes he remembered those 9 months ago above him as he whispered drunken 'i love you's and 'you're so beautiful's. "congrats!" schneep heavy accent broke through. a wail piercing the air as he tried to warm and dry the baby. chase's face breaking into a wide smile, kissing up and down anti's face as he cried. overemotional, practically sobbing with joy as anti laid in place.it...it was overthey did it. and chase was right, it was worth it. the long nights crying in pain, the stares in public and from the other egos, even the long labor.as anti and chase took a look at their son for the first time. black hair, anti's nose, chase's bright blue eyes, and their pale skin. it was well worth it when their newborn cried and held fast to anti.

[the-vampire-artist]

Day 8: Mental Health (Keith) Night Terrors/Anxiety

@vldwhumpmas2017

Viewers discretion; some triggers in this I think??? Idk I’m tired man. Anywho enjoy.

Keith had anxiety. REALLY bad anxiety. He’d always known that, ever since he started having panic attacks when he was little. But after meeting Lance and the others, Keith’s panic attacks grew less and less until he had practically forgotten about them.

That was, until, the night terrors started again. Keith would start having terrible nightmares at least once a week, lashing and crying out, screaming, and worrying the shit outta Lance. Yet some how, Lance was always able to calm Keith down. But there is always a time when Lance isn’t home.

The only time Lance wasn’t there for Keith during a night terror was when he had a swim meet after classes and Keith had gone home exhausted. Not even an hour went by until the horrible nightmares started. Usually, the night terrors would vary from showing the death of Keith’s parents to the death of Lance, from rejection of being gay to Lance betraying him, etcetera. But tonight was different; this time, it was all of them. It started with the cruise that killed Keith’s adopted parents, to the abuse Kuro put him through, to rejection of coming out and then meeting Lance, only to soon have him taken away from him. Keith thrashed and cried out for the pain to stop, but it wouldn’t. The dreams were stuck on replay in his mind, and he couldn’t escape the endless loop of horrors.

At least, not alone.

Lance walked into the house to hear a muffled scream from upstairs. Lance immediately started worrying. He flew up the stairs two at a time, remembering that Keith had said he would go to bed once he got home. Lance was well aware of the risk of leaving Keith alone to sleep, but he didn’t think the night terrors would be this bad. He opened the door to see the blankets kicked off Keith and him screaming and thrashing out on the bed.

“Holy shit- KEITH!!!” Lance ran up to him and tried to shake him awake, but it didn’t do anything to help because Keith was thrashing and shaking him awake wouldn’t work. Lance thought for a second and pinned Keith’s arms to the bed. Keith screamed and tried to get Lance off of him, but Lance wouldn’t budge.

“NO!!! PLEASE!!! IM SORRY!!!” He screamed. Lance struggled to restrain him, but he managed.

“Keith, wake up! It’s me, Lance! It’s okay!” Lance yelled. Keith started grunting under his breath and tried to get Lance off him, but Lance stayed still.

“PLEASE!! N-NO! I-I’M SORRY!!! I-I DIDN’T KNOW!!!” Keith screamed and shot up, Lance thankfully out of the way. Keith sat up, tears pouring down his face. Lance was too stunned from what just happened to notice Keith was still sobbing and shaking. Keith placed his hands over his eyes and sobbed silently. Lance snapped back to reality and hugged Keith gently. When Keith let out a slight gasp, Lance said,

“It’s okay, baby. It’s just me.” Keith sighed and turned to Lance. Once he saw his face, Keith just... broke. He started wailing and wrapped his arms around Lance, hugging him for dear life. Lance felt his heart shatter at the sound of Keith’s broken sobs as he gently rocked them back and forth while he hugged and soothed Keith.

“Shhh, it’s okay, babe. It’s okay. It was just a dream. You’re safe. Shhh.” Lance said soothingly. Keith continued sobbing for a good ten-fifteen minutes before finally being calm enough to talk.

“W-why... wh-why did they...” Keith asked before breaking into a cry. Lance held his face with one hand and observed it. Keith’s eyes and cheekbones were sullen, and his eyes were red and bloodshot from crying. Tears poured down his face and his nose was red. His lower lip trembled and he was a crying mess.

“Keith, it’s okay. It was just a bad dream. You’re fine. You’re here with me. I’m sorry I left you alone while you were sleeping. I should’ve known better than that. I won’t leave you alone to face that by yourself again. I promise you.” Lance said, his voice calm. Keith shook his head yes, accepting the fact that he had the best boyfriend he could’ve wished for, and wrapped his arms around him, burying his face into the crook of Lance’s shoulder and crying softly. Lance hugged Keith and rubbed his back soothingly, praying for this to all be over soon.

Eventually, Keith felt tired, but after what just happened, he couldn’t go back to sleep. Lance saw how tired he was and stroked his hair.

“Babe, you need to sleep. Midterms wiped you out, and you look exhausted.” He said. Keith groaned and moved into Lance’s hand, not closing his eyes.

“Can’t... t-too scared...” Keith said tiredly. He yawned and laid his head on Lance’s chest. Lance blushed a little, but felt Keith shaking a little, so he rubbed his boyfriend’s shoulder and petted him quietly while he thought of ways to get Keith to fall asleep. Warm milk? No, Keith’d be vomiting in minutes. Reading made him more awake, and no one counted sheep and actually wound up asleep. Lance thought long and hard until he remembered something that Keith said helped him sleep when he was little. He knew it was a shot in the dark, but it was worth a try.

Lance closed his eyes and breathed out.

“Sleep on Me, Feel the rhythm in my chest, just breath.” Keith’s eyes widened in surprise a bit, but Lance continued singing.

“I will stay, So the lantern in your heart wont fade.

The secrets you tell me, I'll take to my grave.

There's bones in my closet, But you hang stuff anyway.” Keith listened carefully to Lance’s singing, slowly feeling himself drift off.

“And if you have nightmares, We'll dance on the bed. I know that you love me, love me, Even when i lose my head. Guillotine. Bum de de bum bum buhde bum buhde bum bum bum, Guillotine. Bum de de bum bum buhde bum buhde bum bum bum, even when I lose my head.” Lance stopped singing when he could hear Keith’s light breathing, signaling he was fast asleep. Lance smiled and rubbed Keith’s back, placing a gentle kiss on top of his head before whispering,

“Sweet dreams, Keith.” And soon, Lance, too, was asleep.

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