#also one of the things i got distracted on may or may not be my future au pro hero Denki đ
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matt murdock x reader
summary: matt murdock has enough problems. but when his upstairs neighbor is upset over her breakup, he can't help getting involved.
contains:Â talk of an emotionally abusive relationship. mentions of fem!reader. other than that it's all fluff.
a/n:Â am i trying to process my feelings through fanfiction? absolutely. am i ashamed? no. also so happy to be writing for my boy matt again! gif by @djo
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Itâs been a long day for Matt Murdock. Work was shit, in spite of Foggyâs attempts to crack jokes and cheer him up. His body aches in too many places to count from the endless hits he took last night. So when he finally stumbles in through his apartment door, the last thing Matt needs is another problem. But as he cracks open a beer and takes a seat on his sofa, he canât help but notice how the silence surrounding him is pierced by a ragged cry.
His head cocks to the side, listening intently to figure out where the sound is coming from. Itâs the apartment directly above him, the one with the young woman he often would hear singing or laughing. That was until the boyfriend moved in. There was still laughter, but exponentially less of it. He recalls a lot more crying and fighting and slamming doors. It was like that for a while. He canât deny that some nights the arguments had him itching to waltz upstairs and break that fuckerâs nose for putting you through hell. But then he figured, it wasnât his problem, and he had enough of those.
But itâs been quiet lately, and after putting two and two together, heâs realized itâs just you up there now. Just you, crying your heart out into the pillow before bed every night, scribbling in your journal in the morning, inviting friends over to distract yourself from the pain. The pain he wishes he could take away. He admits it, heâs grown fond of you. When you sing, he stops what heâs doing and drinks in the sound of it as if it were an angelâs song. He canât help but overhear your conversations at times, canât help but chuckle when you make a particularly funny quip. He doesnât know what you look like, but heâs sure youâre as beautiful as you sound to him. How that ass couldnât treat you right, heâll never know.
He ignores your cry this time, the way he has for the last couple of weeks. But when he lays his head down on his pillow after another restless night on the streets and hears your whimpers, he simply canât take it anymore. He throws on the first shirt he gets his hands on and a pair of grey sweats before racing up the flight of stairs keeping him from you. Itâs only when he knocks on your door that it dawns on him he doesnât have a plan.
His heart stops when he hears you shuffle inside, sucking in your breath and no doubt trying to conceal any visible evidence that youâd been crying. He hears the doorknob turn and the creak of the wood as he comes face to face with you.
âHello.â you manage to say, your voice still a bit hoarse. âCan I help you?â
âHi, my name is Matt. I live right below you.â he starts. Heâs praying to every god that you canât hear his heart panging in his chest. âI know this may seem odd to you, but I get the sense that youâre not okay. I mean, I used to hear some pretty crazy fights from up here with who I can only assume is your boyfriend-â
âEx.â you interrupt him, arms crossed and eyes trained on the welcome mat beneath your bare feet. âEx-boyfriend.â
Matt nods, taking a breath before continuing. âRight. The thing is, Iâve got a really good sense about these things. I donât know, call it intuition. But letâs just say Iâm not hearing any screaming matches anymore and, though that is a good thing, I canât help but wonder if you need someone to talk to or just a hug or whatever you need.â
Thereâs a silence hanging in the air after he speaks. You watch him wring his hands together as he waits for your response. You also notice the way his sweet, brown eyes seem to look straight through you before you realize he canât see you.Â
âYou want to give me a hug?â you ask, and Matt in your voice the way your mouth quirks into a tiny smile. âBecause Iâm crying over my asshole ex-boyfriend?â
âA hug, some takeout, a walk around town. Whatever you need.â heâs grinning too now. He picks up on the way you casually lean on your doorframe, arms still crossed.
âWhat are you, some kind of hero or something?â you joke, adding a faux air of suspicion to your tone. âWho sent you?â
Matt laughs openly at that, throwing his head back as he does. âNo one sent me, I just donât like to know thereâs a pretty girl crying over some jackass in my immediate vicinity.â
âNot to be rude, but what makes you think Iâm pretty?â
Matt just shrugs. âCall it intuition.âÂ
He definitely doesnât need sight to feel the way your hand clutches his shirt and playfully tugs him through the door. Itâs right then and there that Matt resolves on making your problems his problems as well.
tagging: @velvetcloxds @oweninadaydream @deadfables @misshale21 @dragonsfictavern @sweetercalypso @sheraayasher
#matt murdock#daredevil#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock x you#matt murdock x y/n#matt murdock oneshot#marvel
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Another reason to stay
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[ HEADCANONS ] [ Furina, Neuvillete ]
[ Genshin Impact ]
â ïž Mention of depression and suicidal ideation
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Some conforting fic with some of my favorite characters!! Yeeeey!!
I decided to keep this as neutral as posible because i want to make sure everyone can get the comfort, no matter if you like them in a romantic or platonic sense <3
Furina
Getting to be close to Furina is quite the journey, she is considered and idol all around Fontaine and she is loved as such what already makes it dificult to get to actually know her (and even when you can make an appointment with the hydro archon or have the opportunity to work along her she normally doesn't let her guard down nor drop her excentric character)
Still, once you manage to leave a good impression on Furina it will just be matter of time and patience for you two to grow close to each other, becoming incredibly meaningful in boths life almost in the same way, once you become so important for Furina she will grow a bit clingy and even doesn't bother to hide how much she appreciate you (even if she deny it when someone ask)
You grow to mean so much to her that even without knowing you become a reason why this life is worth living, a reminder of why everything she has being throught and all her efforts have been completely valid and that she has been doing a good job, no matter when you two grow together (if before or after the prophecy) that doesn't chance how she feels nor the fact that she struggle a little to directly tell you how important you are for her
Furina had been a bit too distracted by the comfort your presence brings her that when she got to know that you struggle with serious problems like depression or even have thought before about taking your life is completely shocking for her, she is in panic the moment she get to know, even if she didn't got to know the extent of your depression she will be so scared that may end up even thinking is worst that how it actually it is because now she is too scared that she may lose you
Furina is too scared to ask for further details but also is trying really hard to think how to help you, her mind goes back and forth between thinking what she can do to help you and how she could tell you how important you truly are for her and how much you have helped her while trying to don't broke in tears
Furina needs a while to think on all of this before being able to calm down, and probably some time alone because she is a mess and doesn't want you to see her like this so you won't feel responsible for it or something, but even even when she manage to calm down she won't be less worried, she will just be able to think with a clever mind and actually try to make a plan to bright up your days just like you have done for her (and, also, making a plan about how to finally tell you how much you have helped her and how comforting your simply presence it is without embarrassing herself in the process)
It end up being easier to offer sincere help and care than she thought since she can understand the feelings and what you are going throught, your stories may not be that same but the feelings you are being tormented with are, she knows how you feel and because of that she can offer you an understanding company
When you express how after all this time and for how close you two have grow to be she has become one of the reasons why you still find reasons to stay alive and keep trying everyday is shocking for Furina, but this time in the complete opposite way, it makes her feel flattered and a bit embarrassed but that slowly transforms into an inmense happiness, and this time she won't be able to hold back her tears because, for her you are just as special and important as she is for you
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Neuvillete
It isn't the easiest thing to get close to Neuvillete just because he is normally serious and it can be quite intimidating his position as the ludex of Fontaine, but once you get to know him better you can see how kind and surprisingly gentle he actually can be, as well as really caring
Once you two grow close enough to consider you someone special your simply presence and company can mean a lot for him, he doesn't really have much free time because of his work and all the responsabilities but he is always making sure you are alright and taking time to offer you help if you ever have a problem
Neuvillete can have quite a hard time when it comes to feelings, he is not excatly clueless but because of the complexity of the emotions and having to hold back himself since as the Ludex he can't get carried away from his feelings despite being quite emotional makes him have some troubles so he would have a bit some troubles to understand what are you going throught, but he will try to actually understand because of how much he cares for you
As the Ludex he have seeing all kind of people in court, with all kind of reactions and motivations but that doesn't stop him from not only be surprised but also concern when he understand the terrible state you are, even if you smile or seem to have a good time whenever you two spend time together that doesn't ereaser the deep sadness and suffering that you have to live with, and, honeslty, he is quite heartbroken because of that. If you don't say it directly or even try to don't make a big deal out of it he will try to don't talk more about the topic but he simply can't take the thought out of his head (if later that day it start to raining out of nowhere is probably because he is still thinking about the matter and feeling more and more concern)
Neuvillete will make up his mind to help you with everything he can, he won't exactly use his position to benefit you or something, he will rather try his best to help you, personally trying to learn more about depression and how to help you as well as being extra caring, he is just way too worried and will take him a while to finally know how to help
Neuvillete is already worried enough but knowing that you have tought about dying as something serious, not as a posibility but as an option, just make him grow more concern (but it is until you tell him, either directly or indirectly, he doesn't want to jump into more concerning conclusions just because he can't stop thinking about it and growing more worried), he can't imagine what it is and yet won't judge you, again, he wants to understand you to be able to help you in any way he can, he doesn't want to lose you after all (at least not this early and sudden)
But the moment you admit that he is one of the reason why you stay alive, one of the reasons why you keep finding the strengtht to keep going and one of the reasons why life is at least slighy more bearable Neuvillete will be incredibly touched, he feels like is some kind of honor to be this important in your life (just as you are important in his), he won't know how to react or even how to answer but will definetly thank you for it, promising that you will always be able to count on him
Actually, knowing this will gave Neuvillete as sense of responsability with you, but not in a bad way it just makes him feel like the efforts he constantly does to help you are actually helping so he needs to keep with this, to be there for you, to be able to provide you help and because it makes him incredibly happy seeing you genuinely happy and even improving
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#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#gi x reader#furina#furina x reader#neuvillete x reader#neuvillete#x reader#x gn reader#video games x reader
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HAPPY!!! BIRTHDAY!!! UNDERTALE YELLOW!!!!!! It's still the 9th where I am so this still counts right guys right guys right gu
This silly little fangame. This silly little fangame man
I genuinely do not have the words to express my love of uty so I drew this instead and made myself cry several times while doing so in hopes that it gets the message across well enough
Long story short AGSUSGH. I LOVE YOU UTY
#uty#undertale yellow#uty starlo#uty ceroba#uty martlet#starlo uty#ceroba uty#martlet uty#uty spoilers#undertale yellow spoilers#fun fact i had two projects due today#one of them was this#and the other was a project in my human geo class worth like 40% of my grade#i think i made the right choice#also kinda unrelated but i almost didnt get EITHER done bc i got a shit ton of funky rubiks cubes recently#man i love those little things#i may have been a little distracted for a while#also shoutout to jarvis johnson i watched like all of his videos while i drew this#obtuses art
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Last arcane episode ever..... here we fucking go....
#50 MINUTES YEAAAAHHH!! IM SO GLAD THEY HAVE BEEN GETTING LONGER THERE WAS NO WAY!!!#the last drop no..... YEEEEEEEEEEES EKKO!!!!!! OH MY GOOOOOD YEEEEEEEES always a dance with you OOOOOOOOHHHHH she even has the same hair đ#is she gonna build the new zaun for isha.... like vander wanted for vi and powder.... đđđ with ekko đđđ#watching jinx kill herself over and over is something else that was so funny.... im sorry but ajdkansk#WHATS WITH THOSE CUTS WHATS GOING ON.... WDYM WE ARE MEANT TO LOSE THIS FIGHT??? IN THE FUTURE HE SAW RIGHT???#OH ITS THAT GIRL VI IS CARRYING OMG BUT SHE IS LOOKING FOR JINX!!! NOOO SHE FUCKING DIEEED AMBESSA IS A BEAST!!! DID THEY GET CAIT???#VANDER NOOOO OOOH ITS VIKTOR TOO!!ITS OOOOOOVER maddie being there still..... a consensual workplace relationship... cait....#LORIS!!!! VIIIIIIIIIIIII caitlyn looks so good..... and vi too.... but did they run out of armors.... the guy who left his family DIED TOO!!#caitlyn that was so hot.... they got her.... MADDIE!!!! WHAT THE FUUUUUUCK I THOUGHT THAT WOULD NOT EEEEEVER HAPPEN!!! AK WITH HER OWN GUN!#OH MY GOD MEL!!! MADDIE EXECUTED FOR HER CRIMES!!!! i know people are cheering!!! JINX ON HER BLIMP!!! the egg was a distraction.....#jayce be ready for your divorce.... THE HALO!!! THE VOICE!!! his voiced softened when he said to see you omg... SEVIKA NOOOOOOOOO#cait and mel joining forces to maximize their joint (literal) slay against ambessa.... and vi and jinx vs vander.... cruel#beef squashed..... no way she died????? omg... we havent seen caits left side.... and she was bleeding.... one fear. VIKTOR IS SO TALL!!!#how does it feel to look up jayce.... also jinx saying they are always together đ„șđ„ș they are flying again.... omg jinx looks so scared...#OH NOOOOOO SEE CAIT HURT HER EYEE viktor saying they want better lives but emotion clashes with reason after a season of just that.... omg#series thesis.... this is actually so meta if i may say so.... vander and silco.... jinx and vi and the rocket... cait and ambessa....#and finally jayce saving viktor.... and jayce searching for the arcane after he was saved as a kid.... all of it..... ALL OF IT....#THE BOY SAVIOR!!!! VIKTOR IS BACK!!!! HE WANTS HIS PARTNER BACK OMG#YES THE MAGE IS VIKTOR!!!! OH MY GOOOD!!! ONLY YOU CAN SHOW ME THIS! CAITVI FUCKED ON SCREEN AND SOMEHOW THIS IS GAYER!!!#JAYCE!!! YOU ARE ALRIGHT!!! EKKO MADE THAT WITH AN INVERSION OF JAYCES RUNE!! OF COURSE!!! THE WTO MEN AND THE ANOMALY!!!#they are literally adam and steve... VI OMG!!!! SHE CANT TAKE IT NOOOOOO JINX AND VANDER!!!! NOOOO EKKO ALONEEEE NOOOO#SEVIKA COUNCIL MEMBER!!! CAIT GAVE HER HER SEAT!!! AND SINGED AND HIS DAUGHTER!!! MEL WHAT THE HELL!!! BACK TO NOXUS???#caitlyn seeing that jinx escaped through the air ducts... yeah..... she is on that blimp#can you believe we ended arcane with two happy lesbians..... like everything went to hell jayce and viktor saved it and disappeared....#through it all one thing remained.. two lesbians in love <3 can we get an applause for two lesbians in love.... they made a band about this#(love of lesbian)#talking tag#watching arcane#watching arcane season 2#you know towards the end the characters looked a lot more like normal 3d animated... idk how to explain it
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Iâm calling off my SI/OC fic.
#the si/oc fic that may never be written#at this point it may be true đ#maybe I jinxed myself with that tagâŠ.#who knew that inserting yourself into a story is difficult even if itâs an avatar (or avatarsâŠ) of yourself#if you want to like take the story seriously and not treat it as purely a power fantasy then things getâŠ..tricky#like who am I even#my personality varies greatly depending on the environment that Iâm in#maybe Iâm just overthinking a normal part of the human experience#at this point I think itâs just easier to project onto existing characters in canon while being careful of not projecting *too* much onto#them#like as long as thereâs like one trait that I can relate to then I can have something to work with I feel#I donât need to write them as myself#and I can give them a rollercoaster of wins and losses#Uchiha-gaeshi overshares#I think thinking about the self insert was a good distraction but at this point it has come to a hiatus#I need to think of other shit to write#and also a key issue I faced writers block wise was trying to distinguish the characters from each other#it got to a point where I had to kill characters off (all in my headâŠ) because I just didnât have the space to fully flesh them out#maybe one day Iâll be able to do this justice#but todays not the day#I just want to throw a random crack event and the founders and see how they react#or write aus of modern Konoha hsitorians looking at shit in the WSE and going âhey thatâs kinda gayâ#like maybe I should just disperse aspects of myself across different characters or make normal ocs and see how shit goes#or maybe this is the chance for me to start honing my smut writing skills for that 50 person uchisaku fic Iâve been wanting to write#I guess maybe my fear is that someone will glean something embarrassing from my writing and make a snap conclusion about my entire life#something something the fear of being perceived???#well at this point it was diminishing returns to the point of affecting my ability to enjoy fandom#for now Iâll just be in my little corner I guess#Uchiha-gaeshi ramblings#txt
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found my notepad list of locations to get screenshots of for the travel log series!!!! I thought I lost this lol
#gonna take these screenshots while playing fallout 3#I'll come back to them later when I write the entries#someday#still need to finish the one i've had in my drafts for ages lol#kinda got distracted by literally everything past august lmao#PLUS the stephen fic which I still need to continue..#i did have a moment though of thinking âwhat's the point?â#bc for some reason I cared briefly if people saw them/read them or not#which sure can suck if you put a lot of work into somebody just for nobody to like or see it#but I also just don't advertise it lmao#i just spaff them out and move on lol#anyway I kinda thought about it more and changed my thinking on it#like SURE the recognition is great! it gives you more motivation to carry things on!#but I realised the main core of why I was doing it was just to prove to myself that I am capable of writing a series!#and having an avenue to more deeply flesh out the gay (and aroace) dudes who live in my head.#PLUS I'm already like? 10 entries in#11 if we count the one in the drafts#and the series is like 24-30ish entries long#so technically I'm like a quarter of the way through ALREADY so I may as well finish it#and if people like it then that's great!#but also I'm like the king of flop-posts so it's whatever lmfao#also the king of getting side-tracked it seems lol#already working on my new years resolution! âtalk about how you think/feel more!"
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#you know that thing where like. you've already spent too much time with a person one way to shift gears#like. with others its whatever but for some reason youre stuck.#the guy I work closest with is very awkward. like. nothing against him because i can also be awkward#he's a nice guy#but my natural demeanor of being like a small shaky dog in unfamiliar situations. combined with his natural awkwardness#(inability to maintain eye contact. etc. things i also struggle with.)#(i dont think hes used to talking to girls) has put us at this weird place where we are alays awkward around one another for no good reason#and i think he may have a crush on me because he doesn't act that way around our manager. the knly other woman in the department.#and like. you KNOW intrinsically that middle school âdont get caught lookingâ vibe#anyways i got distracted but his vibe is rubbing off on my vibe and now i fear he thinks i want to fuck him#he seems nice enough to not do anything weird about it though
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#Warning: I talk about nausea and vomitting and weight loss medication in these tags so. Be careful.#The worst part of taking a weight loss medication is the unbearable feeling that youâre about to throw up#And knowing that you very well might throw up even despite anti-nausea medication and pepto bismal#The first time I took this medication a month ago (itâs a weekly injection but I wait 2 weeks between shots because of this)#I got so unbearably sick. I threw up on three separate occasions on consecutive days and it was the worst#My dad also took the medication and had a terrible reaction too#Whatâs strange is that the last time I took my shot 2 weeks ago I was fine#Legit no nausea or vomitting whatsoever#Today⊠definitely not.#I think it may have to do with how much I eat#The first time I took the shot I overate to try and counter the nausea#(It may seem counter intuitive but on lower doses of this medication being hungry would also make me nauseous so I would eat more to try#and counter the nausea. But clearly that was not the right decision oof)#Last time though I didnât eat that much from the get go and was fine.#Legit I was eating less than 1000 calories a day. Which in and of itself is honestly badâŠ#This time I ate a lot more like the first time and now Iâm nauseous again#I think I may have to stop this medication outright⊠itâs helping me lose weight yeah. But at what cost?#(Also I know that being overweight isnât a terrible thing and all. But I personally donât feel comfortable physically at a higher weight#but struggle a lot to lose weight because of pain and lethargy. So the weight loss medication sucks but I find the side effects worth it..#for the most part that is. The nausea and vomitting is a bit much for me thoughâŠ)#Anyway sorry for the rambling tags#Iâm using this as a way to distract myself from the nausea while the anti-nausea medication hopefully kicks in#Luckily it is helping and Iâm starting to feel a bit less nauseousâŠ#Knock on wood of course#Ugh never mind.#I got up from#the bathroom and my stomach started roiling again#Time to sit quietly in the living room and sip water with a cool fan on me to try and settle my stomach againâŠ#Of course this woke me up too so itâs like⊠6 am and Iâm the only one in my household awake#Anyway sorry again for the ramble. Thanks for reading if you got this far. .-.
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Thank you I put allot of time and effort into them. Now I will be forever self conscious about them
*person has consented to being eaten; theyâve donated their body. they died without suffering. you can cook the meat. you will not get sick from the meat.
bonus: explain why!
#this is the first reblog with actual comment that I've had in over 2 weeks#and it is a CURSE /j#I used to live in silence#where I could pretend I was speaking to people without thinking about how they may react#but today my reality has shifted#also yea these tags are way too long#it's almost a second post#âbuy one get one free!â#nevermind the whole 'self conscious' thing#adhd took care of that#got too distracted writing tags to be self conscious
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If youâre someone who needs reassurance from loved ones that they love you, thatâs really valid. But the way you ask for it matters. Hinting at it with comments like ânobody loves meâ can actually be hurtful to your loved ones. Itâs also a good idea to try and reassure yourself first!
The truth is that for a lot of people, giving reassurance constantly is exhausting. It can lead to issues in a relationship over time, and negative feelings on both sides because they may end up avoiding the other person. This is especially true if someone doesn't ask for reassurance directly but hints at it with things like "No one cares about me."
My advice is if you are finding yourself struggling is to first try and self soothe either with skills or things that have helped in the past. Here is my post on self-soothing ideas! And if that doesnât work, then ask for it in a healthy way.
Some other examples.
Keep screenshots, letters, cards etc that affirm you are cared about by your loved ones. You can even ask someone to give you a recording of them saying it that you can listen to. Bonus: Keep these things in a self-care box that you can use in times of crisis and pull out that has other things in like affirmation cards, favourite treats, self care items, etc.
Examine the evidence. By this I mean try and keep a list of things they've done to show they care about you. For example, I have a list of things my partner has done for me besides saying "I love you" of both big things and little things that I can read when my brain decides to be rude to me and make me doubt he cares.
If the other person has done something specifically to make you feel they don't care, it's important to step back and look at the situation and check the facts. There's a difference between someone lying to you or doing something intentional and someone not replying to you because they got busy. Hereâs my post on checking the facts!
Hereâs a post on Challenging Irrational Thoughts!
ACCEPTS is a really good skill for distractions! Here's a post on it.
TIPP is a good skill if you are needing to calm down in immediate crisis. Here's a post on it.
If you're having urges to accuse your loved one of not caring, consider Urge Surfing (here's a post on it) and then using a skill or plan that helps you.
If you aren't able to self-soothe that's so valid! It really is. I recommend trying it because sometimes you will be able to. But then sometimes you won't be able to and that's okay. In this case, if you need to get it from someone, ask directly for it instead of doing it in a guilting/passive aggressive/hinting way. You might say "Hey. I know you care about me, but my brain is being rude. Can you please give me some reassurance?" instead of "Sorry I'm such a bad friend/person/burden/etc".
It might also be worth having a conversation when calm with the other person to establish some boundaries and ideas for communication.
For example, if your friend regularly feels drained by you asking for reassurance, they could set boundaries on how often they're okay for you to ask for it.
You both might decide that they will try and message you randomly to offer reassurance because it can mean a lot when that happens.
This might be where they send you messages/recordings/etc that you can read in times of need.
If the friend is doing something specifically, even unintentionally, that makes you question things then it's really valid to have a discussion about it! I recommend using some I-Statements or other communicative skills to talk about it. Even if they aren't doing something wrong, it's still valid to talk about your feelings and see if you can come up with a solution. For example, maybe it's really hard on you that they disappear randomly for a couple days when their energy levels plummet. And this causes you to spiral and think they're ghosting you or etc. In this situation, maybe you and your friend come up with a solution where you establish a single emoji (specific for this purpose) that the friend can send with low energy that says "Hey. It's not you but I'm feeling drained and need to not reply for a bit."
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âsatoru hates arguments. even more so when your conflicts cause your baby daughter to be upset as well.â
âïžïœtags. (girl) dad!gojo satoru x female reader. fluff, angst, comfort. mention of arguments between parents. comfort & happy ending, though!
satoru hates having arguments with you. he hates it whenever an argument turns into the silent treatment. he apologises and apologises â yet nothing helps to change your mood sometimes.
ever since you got married and had your daughter, you were a bit more sensitive to the smallest of things than usual. it wasnât like satoru despised you for it; in fact, he understands that motherhood was and is stressful. that man was nothing but supportive to you.
though, your little arguments were indirectly having an impact on the mental state of your baby. you didnât even know an one year old could sense the tension between her parents.
âmama, mama!â your daughter appears out of nowhere, waddling over to you standing in the kitchen. she had barely just learnt how to walk. her tiny hand reaches for yours and she points at the doorway with her other, âgo, mama, go.â
you curiously let your little girl lead you towards where she was pointing at, only to arrive at the living room. satoru was sitting on the couch, idly staring at the ceiling, other hand fiddling with one of your daughterâs toys. he seemed deep in thought. even exhausted and clearly not his playful self.
âmama, go! mama go papa.â
satoruâs head turns to the side at the cute sound of his favourite little girl. he smiles brightly at her return to the living room, only for his smile to fade just for a second at the sight of you next to her. he isnât mad at youâmore like sad that you still seemed upset with him.
your daughter tugs at your index finger. she apparently wants you to go to her dadâwants you to interact or talk with him. her big eyes were staring up at you with a pleading look in them.
you were in a dilemma. of course, you wanted to put your daughterâs mind at ease. you could just fake interact with satoruâor actually just make it upâbut there was still a small part of you that needed time alone. you werenât yet mentally ready for another confrontation. you needed time to think it out.
however, part of you also knows that your earlier argument was kind of silly. you donât even fully remember what it was about, thatâs how irrelevant it was to your brain.
âcâmon, pumpkin. âtis not nice for you to bother mama while sheâs cooking.â satoruâs soft voice startles you back to reality. he had already gotten up and crouched down to pick your daughter up in his arms, kissing her chubby cheeks to distract her; âmamaâs busy, âkay? letâs go play with papa.â
even satoru knew that your argument had caused your little girl to feel some kind of stress. she didnât fully comprehend the situation, though she was clearly uncomfortable by the fact that her parents were not acting nice and lovey dovey like they usually would.
âno, papa. mama!â the baby whines and points at you and then at satoru, her little legs kicking. it absolutely broke satoruâs heart â shattered it into pieces. oh, how he wishes to never fight with you again. the sight of his little bundle of joy trying to mend things between you two with all she could was simply too much.
satoru looks down at you and notices the way you look at your one year old as well. the same way he did; with guilt and sadness. he sighs softly and without further thought, wraps his free arm around your shoulders and brings you close to his body.
âcâmere,â satoru murmurs as he holds both your daughter and you to his chest, âlet me hold my two girls, yeah? may i, sweetheart? please.â
your husband asks for your consent. if you were okay with thisâeven when he needs it desperately, to hold you again in his arms and to make it right to youâyour comfort comes first. if you werenât ready yet to make up, heâd let you go. even if itâd hurt him immensely.
you donât answer with your words and instead let your actions do the talking. you wrap one arm around satoruâs torso, the other cradling your daughter closer to both you and him.
it was like nothing mattered anymore in that moment, except for your little family. your worries, stress and anxiety about everything and anything had vanished into thin air as you felt the embrace of the two people you held dear.
your daughter finally gigglesâa sound satoru and you had greatly missed. you close your eyes and just rest against your husbandâs body.
âmama papa, wuv!â the little girl squeals in happiness as she excitedly babbles on, causing both satoru and you to laugh as well. the white-haired sorcerer leaves a big peck on the babyâs forehead before doing the same to you.
âmhm, papa loves mama veeery much.â satoru hums and kisses your forehead again, solely because he missed being affectionate to you, âpapa loves his sweet little angel too.â
you canât help but chuckle along with your one year oldâwho seemed to be extremely content in her parentsâ loving embrace again. this is how it always should be.
âmama also loves papa very much.â you reply, causing your husband to regain his usual big grin. he finally got what he longed for; to have you look and talk to him with love. your silence may have lasted only a few hours, but it felt like it had been a couple cruel months to the sorcerer.
your eyes meet his again and all was well. you smile at him and he smiles back before leaning in to kiss you gently on the lips. satoruâs arm that was draped over your shoulder moves down to curl around your lower back, pulling you as close to him as your bodies would allow.
he pulls back after a few seconds and just lovingly stares at your face againâeyes holding an affection only you had ever been able to witness. your eyes told the same story; nothing could separate you two. ever.
âwaaaaah! mama papa, me, me!â
the romantic air between you two suddenly gets interrupted by your daughterâs excited demands. she was demanding kisses as well, puffing her cheeks up as she got ready for it.
âohh? seems like our angel wants some kisses too.â satoru laughs and nods his head at the baby in his other arm whilst looking at you, âshall we?â
you giggle and nod backânot able to refuse your little girl any longer.
it was not long before the living room fills with the sounds of your childâs laughter, which was caused by the continuous kisses and tickles she was receiving from both satoru and you.
#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x reader#jjk fluff#jjk x y/n#jjk x you#gojo x you#gojo satoru x you#gojo x y/n#jjk x female reader#jjk fanfic
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The funniest "early family reunion" on the Death Star / crack canon divergence AU that I can think of right now is Darth Vader and C-3PO. Threepio gets separated from the others somehow and ends up running into Darth Vader in some random hallway, and it's just a real "What." moment for Darth Vader. (Threepio is screaming in terror and begging for his life, of course.)
Because, like, that's the droid that HE built for his mom. That's the droid that followed his wife around during the Clone Wars. What the fuck is Threepio doing HERE??? NOW??? Did Obi-Wan (Vader has still caught the Kenobi vibes on the station here, obviously) have Threepio for the past NINETEEN years? That asshole. That sounds SO annoying, too. Good. Obi-Wan deserves that.
Thankfully, this is not as catastrophic as Vader getting R2-D2, because Threepio has had a memory wipe and no one ever tells Threepio much of anything (he's got some information on the Rebellion but most of it is outdated, especially after the destruction of Alderaan). But Threepio has spent the past two days or so hanging out with Luke Skywalker, and also witnessed the destruction of the Lars farm, both of which as revelations may cause Vader to flip out in weird ways. (Artoo is STILL around too??? That traitor.) Possibly, this may be enough of a distraction to allow Obi-Wan to actually slip away and live, but maybe not.
The important thing is that Threepio is taken off the Death Star somehow, so he can become "Death Vader's gaudy gold-plated protocol droid who has anxiety and is annoying as hell but Vader takes him EVERYWHERE". Imperial soldiers from random troopers up to genuinely important Admirals occasionally have to deal with "droid-sitting" duty while Vader is out doing scary, evil Force of Nature stuff and they all hate it, because Threepio never shuts up, has a knack for wandering off (he's trying to pull a daring escape) and nearly getting himself torn to pieces (people have actually gotten hurt trying to follow him), and most people don't have the guts to just turn Darth fucking Vader's pet droid off for a little while. Vader COULD just reprogram him or put in a restraining bolt or take Threepio's legs off, but he can just pick Threepio up with the Force, so it's whatever to him. (There IS a tracker installed, but Threepio doesn't actually know where to run anyway.)
Threepio's official role is "translator" for Darth Vader, which Threepio has somehow taken to also mean "mediator". So, whenever an Imperial officer is getting threatened by Vader, there's a stuffy protocol droid behind him saying things like, "Oh my! I'd listen to him if I were you! What happened to the last fellow was rather unpleasant," and, "It's impossible to get good help these days, isn't it, Master Vader?" and it sucks. The only one who could really do anything to stop this is the Emperor and Darth Sidious couldn't care less about his apprentice's latest purse dog droid.
Unclear whether or not Vader at this point actually has any real fondness for this piece of his past / reminder or his lost loved ones, is just super lonely, secretly thinks Threepio's surprisingly deadly antics are funny, or is using Threepio as bait for R2-D2 (come get him, you little fucker) and the others. Might be a combination of all these things.
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ćœĄ synopsis: jjk boyfriends' ways of loving an autistic reader.
characters: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, choso kamo, toji fushiguro, hajime kashimo.
bella's note: my new year's resolution? to be way more self-indulgent!
.á.á KENTO 'QUIZ TIME' NANAMI
The first time it happened, Kento assumed you were way too focused on work to cook something before you were about to faint. The second time, maybe you were distracted. From then on, it was a pattern Kento couldnât unsee.
Arms shaking as you cook. Changing the shower temperature when your skin is burning hot. Only washing your glasses when they are so dusty he could draw on them. Waking up on the middle of the night to use the bathroom.
You only listen to your needs when your body screams.
THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: âDo you need a drink?â â âHave you eaten anything? That doesnât count.â â âWant me to close the curtains?â â âCome clean your glasses with me. I could clean yours, but you would need to clean mine. Thatâs what I thought.â â âDid you pay your bills this month?â â âHave you watched that movie you told me about?â â âAre you going to bed or Iâll have to start undressing? Oh, so now you hear me?â
.á.á CHOSO 'ACCIDENTAL MIME' KAMO
Choso wouldâve never noticed if you hadnât got mad at him. Mocking you? of course he was not! Thatâs so mean, Choso would never do that to someone he loves.
You have this habit. Of repeating words or phrases others use. Choso thought it was sweet. It showed that you were paying attention to every conversation. He started doing the same for you to know that he was listening, too.
Choso wouldâve never understood if it wasnât for Yuji. Echolalia. You werenât doing it on purpose. It was automatic. What he saw as a habit was something you have no control over. When Choso started doing the same, you thought it was his way of saying âstop that, youâre bothering me.â
Once Choso explained himself, it was your turn to think it was a sweet habit.
THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: âSorry, sir, I didnât mean to.â â âChoso, youâre very beautiful. Wait.â â âCan you shut up? Sorry.â â âDo you want to go out? I would love to.â â âFuck that. Hey, Yuji, donât use those words.â â âBabe? Yes?â
.á.á SUGURO 'SOCIAL CLUES TRANSLATOR' GETO
People, most often than not, will say things without actually saying them. The first time the meaning behind someoneâs word were completely lost once they reached your ears, Suguru thought it was amusing. But then he understood some think itâs only logical to blame you for not getting what they chose not to say.
Arguing with someone unwilling to change their ways is pointless. If they donât want to communicate with others, so be it. Suguru would pity them for wasting their chance of knowing you, but he prefers when you spend your time with him.
In important events, Suguru will tell you what to expect. Out with friends, he may warn you about someone not being very happy. Oh, the countless times Suguru was the one to explain that âno, honey, they didnât mean it literally.â
Suguru would rather not being called tutorial mascot by his partner, but if youâre happy⊠so be it.
THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: âHyperbole.â â âI think that was her polite way of spitting on his face. It gave me chills.â â âI also donât know what he meant by that.â â âSheâs definitely lying.â â âNot literally.â â âShit. Satoru will ask me to give a speech. You will pretend to be sick? ... I love you.â
.á.á HAJIME 'TELL ME MORE' KASHIMO
Hajime WILL know about all your special interests. You have no say in this matter. He wants to know everything about you that there is to know. After all, what is love if not seeing the other and accepting them entirely?
He prefers to do it while he trains. Hajime will practice his techniques with your voice to sooth his muscles. Donât matter what is on your mind, he wants to hear it all. A specific actress, some movie you saw, penguins? Lovely, keep going.
It's endearing the way you know so much about what you love. Makes Hajime want to ask you what you know about him. Just to check.
THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: "No, no. Please, keep going." â "And that was created when?" â "Your voice is enchanting." â "How did you discovered that?" â "I think, when I was young, I read a book that mentioned this." â "Talk to me. I want to listen."
.á.á TOJI 'HUMAN FURNACE' FUSHIGURO
Toji knows how to read someone. It's useful. If he can understand their desires and fears, then he knows what to expect. When it comes to you, what surprises Toji is that he uses this skill to help instead of getting something for himself.
He learned to read you. To understand what your body tells without the need to hearing it from you. Toji understands when something makes you upset, mad, uncomfortable. Even when you're drowning on your emotions and nothing else makes sense: Toji knows you.
And what he learned is that, to silence your mind from all those confusing thoughts, something bigger against you can be distracting enough. To be more exact, to have Toji against you. On his lap, between his arms, beneath him on the couch.
THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: "I'm warm? How sweet of you." â "Can you hear me now?" â "You feel like you canât breath? I'll let you go when you get sure of that." â "How's your mind now? Too crowded?" â "Forget about them. Just look at me. That's right. It's you and me, nothing else matters."
.á.á SATORU 'DEFENSE ATTORNEY' GOJO
Has someone been harsh to you? A boss ignored your rights? A doctor diminished your requests and questions? You know who to call: Satoru Gojo, your beautiful, funny, interesting, inteligent, kind, considerate [50 adjectives later] boyfriend!
Satoru WILL fight anyone that tries to disrespect you. Donât matter who, donât matter why. He's ready to throw hands (or cursed energy, to specify). It can be your mom, he doesnât care. No one messes with you.
But he also defends you in more pacific terms. He will give whole ass lessons to people that tried to argue with you. He will keep talking until they get it right. If someone tries to embarrass you, Satoru is embarrassing them. He doesnât care about anyone. If they were able to make you uncomfortable, than they are able of dealing with some discomfort too.
THIS PACKAGE INCLUDES: "Well, actually..." â "I understand what you're saying. Completely. But you're wrong and I will tell why exactly why." â "Say that again." â "You must think you are so funny." â "You think so? Ok, sit down. I'll explain it all to you."
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When I was in third grade I got Weird with writing. It makes sense in hindsight. Oppressed people find their own ways of carving out space for themselves.
The first bit I did landed me in trouble more immediately. I was given, god knows by who, one of those enormous giant pencils. I loved it. My tiny nine year old body was consumed with love of this pencil that was roughly 1/3 of my height. I insisted that I would only use this pencil in school.
It was an unlucky year to be stricken with whimsy. My third grade teacher was a tyrannical Japanese woman fueled by her dislike of children. I suspect the cultural divide between how she expected children to behave and the reality of American children broke her.
She was three foot nothing and getting berated by her was the first time Iâd ever looked down at an adult. I also saw her once standing next to her white 6â behemoth of a husband and tried to conceptualize how two such disparate people had sex. I never could.
If you think Iâm exaggerating her wrath itâs worth noting that my best friend at the time developed a stress disorder from this woman and I fell into a bizarre stutter that cleared up the moment I was out of class. In her classroom breaking down crying was a weekly occurrence.
But despite the frigid conditions, I persevered. I stayed silly. I brought my enormous novelty pencil to class every day. It was an act of rebellion that I sank my teeth into and refused to let go. I could barely sharpen it because its girth defied standard sharpeners the way I defied my teacher. This was my pencil.
When she attempted to confiscate my giant pencil I rose an unholy ruckus. This would not turn into the confiscated holographic Charizard, my tamagotchi, or my little pop frogs that she never returned to me. No. This was my goddamn pencil. There was no rules against enormous novelty pencils and after a heated week of debate she finally conceded I could use the hated thing.
It was stolen by my kleptomaniac friend a week or so after that a fact Iâd only discover at the end of the year. But my tiny mind was convinced the evil teacher had stolen it.
In retaliation, instead of resuming normal behavior I decided that I would do all my writing upside down and backwards. No one, least of all myself, could explain why I felt this was necessary. Maybe I felt Iâd be cool like a spy, maybe I just needed to buck the teachers hateful authority, or maybe I was just a little autistic kid.
When taking notes or writing essays Iâd arrange the paper to be upside down. It may surprise you to know that my penmanship was actually quite decent, albeit I wrote a little more slowly than my classmates. Thatâs why it took the teacher a while to realize what was going on. There wasnât a drop in the quality of my writing.
Unsurprisingly she hated it when she found out. She lambasted me both privately and in front of the class to write normally. I asked if my writing was illegible. She had to admit that no, it was not. I shrugged. I did not see a problem.
Like the pencil my new writing fixation was cited as being a distraction to the other children. But similarly she didnât have an easy way to make me stop. She marked me down, gave me several talking tos, and generally bullied me into writing like everyone else.
All attempts at correcting me simply ran off my back. I had found a way to cope with how miserable she made all of us, by inflicting misery back upon her. I was unswayed for the rest of the year.
When I graduated up into fourth grade and had a teacher I adored it suddenly stopped. I looked at the paper and thought, Well thatâs silly, and flipped it the right way round.
I can still write upside down, though, a testament to my worst year in public school.
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âșâ§âË àœàœČââ±âàœàŸ Ëââ§âș dark!fic recs
CW: once again, these works contain dark and explicit themes that may be upsetting or triggering to some. please use your discretion and discernment.
@cherienymphe : when i first seriously got back on tumblr and got into dark!fanfic, cherie's was one of the first blogs i found. her writing was essentially my indoctrination. it was terrifying how much i loved it/her writing. truly phenomenal. i've read quite of few of her stories (mainly for rafe cameron, jj maybank, steve rogers, and peter parker) but i'll list my faves.
"when the party's over" - its something about this series...i think about it often. if you're into forced pregnancy or corruption tropes, tap in.
"wicked games" - i actually first read this one on ao3 before i discovered her tumblr and was absolutely gagged. another one i think of often.
"amnesiac" - the first series of hers that i ever read. absolutely traumatized me and i sobbed reading it. amazing storytelling.
"the hills" - another bangerrr. a one night stand ends in complete and total blackmail and entrapment. he just wanted to give her a better life *clown face emoji*.
"his father's son" - after ward death, rafe takes over the reins in more ways than one.
"teenage dirtbag" - this series single handedly made me a jj girl. the tension??? yup yup mhm.
"the less i know the better" - ironically my favorite part of this story is readers relationship with rafe but seeing jj slowly and then rapidly descend into madness? yeah.
"claimed" - a/b/o dynamics. brought me back to my wattpad days. still eat it up.
"daddy dearest" - steve meets a single mom and decides to be not the stepdad, but the dad who stepped up.
i'll be honest, i was a non believer in dark!peter but: "she's with me", "one last time." "suburbia" and "basic training" made a believer outta me. hands. down.
@lambtotheslaughterr : it absolutely amazes me the things that come from her mind. the level of creativity and originality needs to be studied. oona, you are criminally underrated.
âriseâ - the first series of hers that i read. arguably the best series iâve read on here thus far. this is the first part to her âthe day the world endedâ universe and it completely blew me away. i couldnât believe that something like it had come from some silly little boat show. just brilliant.
âwhen the bough breaksâ - the first work of hers i read. this one for me was a heartbreaking slow burn story, but the smutâŠmakes up for it. yes yes.
âi burnâ - sex!addict reader x rafe cameron. need i say more? actually, i will. the smut and tension in this one towards the end? it was shameful how turned on i was.
âone way or anotherâ - buckle up, grab a snack, and prepare for the ride of a lifetime. thatâs it.
âsomething wicked this way comesâ - a single mom trying to escape her past, except her past is rafe cameron. this was one very spooky scary la la.
"summit" - the second part to the tdtwe universe. its still brand new but its already feeling like another banger, i mean it's oona. tap in.
@harryspet : rae was also apart of my indoctrination and boy did she do what needed to be done. her perfectly curated moodboards alone did it for me. very mindful, very demure.
"homestead" - what can i say...i'm a sucker for pregnancy stories :( and this series was no exception. absolutely delectable. enjoy.
"well kept" - classic millionaire ceo x reader, my younger wp reading self cheered gleefully. my love language is acts of service and boyy was this one speaking my language. had me at "scheduled braiding appointment."
"bambi eyes" - this one was one of those that made me want to take a good long look in the mirror and ask myself, "is this who we are...is this what we represent?"
@sherrybaby14 : this one is for the mcu girlies. more fics than you could ever ask for. everyone say "thank you, mother!"
"the distraction" - i'm starting to notice a kidnapping/stockholm syndrome pattern here...ANYWAY! work is realllyy stressful for steve and you just happen to be the perfect distraction.
@straywords : she's no longer active but her incredible writings remain so please, peruse. its like a beautiful museum over there.
"a break" - *gasp* another pregnancy story! stucky edition.
@darkficsyouneveraskedfor : an icon, a legend, she is the moment! another infinite library for my mcu girls. roo has all you could ever want or ask for.
@perlelune
"all too well" - yes, yes, another one, its who i am. rafe cameron proving once again that you can't escape him.
"lucky" - best friend!rafe x reader. he didn't know what he had until it was almost gone
"tag, you're it" - never read a scream fanfic before this one but boy did i have fun! chad is so pookie in this too :(
@honestsycrets : back when i was in my miguel era, sy single handedly kept me fed.
"starved | mio" - "mio", in which you babysit mayday and it gives miguel baby fever and "starved", in which he made you a mom...but its left less time for other activities.
"stung" - sex pollen/abo. reader gets bitten by an anomaly causing a reaction that only miguel can cure
"amor y respeto" - he just can't love you the way you need to be. so you and miguel break up...at the worst possible time.
"exclusive" - you and miguel are fuckbuddies. you want more, but miguel can't bring himself to give it to you. so you find company in hobie, who's there for you in all the ways that you need. miguel's not happy about that.
"canary" - you're a singer in the 1920s who's fallen in with the dangerous o'hara brothers.
"grande" - sex!worker miguel x assistant!reader. think...a pepper x tony kinda dynamic. except, miguel doesn't take kindly to certain slights. :)
@starfxkrinc : last but certainly not least! moony is a ridiculously talented writer and a mutal of mine. i found her early on during my resurgence on here. this is her new side blog (rip lovesickbrat and starfxkr!!) luckily she was able to salvage a lot of her past works and is back like she never left. i recommend her "western nights" series (really just the trailer park!jj tag in general) and her "ode to eaters" au. a queen of all things taboo. she does it for the girls who are drawn to the dark and scary. the gross and weird. <3
#lari's fic recs#dark!rafe x reader#dark!rafe cameron#dark!steve rogers#dark!steve rogers x reader#dark!peter parker#dark!peter parker x reader#dark!jj maybank#dark!jj maybank x reader#dark!ethan landry#dark!ethan landry x reader#dark!ransom drysdale#dark!random drysdale x reader#miguel x reader#miguel o'hara x reader#rafe x reader#jj x reader#rafe cameron x reader#jj maybank x reader
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Oh oh oh since we're sharing pregnant mc hcs, how about one where they got a bit carried away, they did it, she got pregnant, he "died", by some miracle she didn't lose the baby, she's an excellent, doting, badass mom. then when he comes back he finds the love of his life with a little 1 year old baby girl that could be considered mc's perfect clone except for the eyes. the eyes are his. IMAGINE THE ANGST THE HURT THE TEARS THE LOVEEEEE!!!!!
đ«” are you guys using my Caleb-addled brain to sneak around my âI donât take requestsâ condition. /lh đ this is who I am now, I guess. I see Caleb, I cave⊠đ„ș
Endless Summer
It was an ambush, another attempt on his life.
It was the thirteenth time in three months, as a matter of fact. Caleb had thwarted all of the previous attempts with ease, always on guard, untrusting of those who claimed to have vowed their loyalty to him as their colonel.
As you learned, you couldnât trust anyone in Skyhaven, much less the Farspace Fleet. Dark secrets surrounded this seemingly elite entity and though it appeared like the place ran like a machine with perfect precision and efficiency, there was still an insidious side that Caleb refused to let you see.
It wasnât just his life they were after. They were after yours as well, using you as the ultimate pawn to get to him. Little do they suspect, while you may be his greatest weakness, you were also his strength, his sole reason to persevere.
This was to be a fatal lesson for many to learn.
It was supposed to be a celebratory banquet, thrown in honor of the Farspace Fleetâs Colonelâs latest achievements. There were no deceptions by the hosts, but a traitorous group seized this opportunity to trap the young colonel and all doors within the banquet halls locked, keeping many of the guests hostages in the process.
Within the center of the room, Caleb calmly eyed all of the familiar faces that loomed overhead on the second floor as all around, innocent guests rushed to the exits, banging and screaming for help. He tried to push you away, get you to safety.
They were after him, after all. You didnât need to be in the crossfires.
You didnât have time to react, hearing that first gunshot that led the way for the onslaught of bullets.
Something in Caleb snapped that night. The barrage of bullets that came at him and you from all directions would have taken down anyone, but they all froze midair only because of his Evol freezing them in their track and keeping them suspended as if time had frozen at this very moment. He soon, however, learned it was merely a distraction.
CaâŠlebâŠ
The moment he saw the crimson blood seeping from your side, that knife pulled out quickly, and you were falling, eyes closing, as he ran toward you yelling your name. His Evol flared out of control, the gravity in the room suddenly immensely heavy, as dozens of men were pulled to their knees in futile struggles.
Open your eyes, he pleaded, his uniform soaked with your blood. His face twisted in pain, a million thoughts rushing through his mind, all of the memories of the past resurfaced in quick successions. All of those years of smiles and laughter that transitioned to pain and distrust only to slowly return to some semblances of the past were now coming to an end before his very eyes. He couldnât lose you like this, not when he had promised that he would make things right again, to be the man that you deserved. PleaseâŠpleaseâŠ
You struggled to breathe, the pain unlike anything you had experienced in your life. As he watched you teetered closer to death, he was filled with wrath, an anger that could not be calmed by any forces in this world.
Caleb held his hand out, and a gun laying on the floor levitated before it rushed into his grip from across the room, and without a thought or any remorse or even hesitancy, he fired bullet after bullet into each manâs head, a clean shot straight through the center, not flinching even as the surrounding guests screamed and huddled to the floor, covering their ears from that violent, horrid sound.
When the last traitor fell, Caleb dropped the gun with a clatter, and his arms wrapped entirely around you, pulling you closer to his body for warmth. Your breathing had weakened even more, but he could still save you. He hadnât failed you. Not yet, not ever. You were going to live. He would make sure of it.
Even if he now realized you were safer away from him.
Colonel Caleb, you had only slept for four hours last night, the robotic voice of an OTTO said with some semblance of concern in its artificial vocal. It levitated after its owner as the young colonel adjusted his uniform. The robot continued, explaining, An adult man of your age requires eiâ
âIâve slept enough,â he interrupted firmly, ignoring the robot, whose monitor quickly displayed a digitalized look of concern. Caleb had thought often of shutting down the robot and dismantling it, but he could never carry through, remembering that he had purchased this robot for you.
In this cold, monotonous so-called-home of his in Skyhaven, Caleb had few things that reminded him of you. A few plushies you two had won together sat on his living room couch, some snapshots you two had taken together at a photobooth, and perhaps a few furniture pieces you had ordered to be sent directly to his home. You had been in the process of bringing warmth and life into this place when everything came to an abrupt stop.
If he hadnât taken you to that banquet that night nearly two years ago, Caleb wondered how things would have played out. You wouldnât have gotten injured that night, but he feared perhaps it would just delay that same outcome. That night, he found himself at a fork in the road, forced to make a decision that would change the course of both of your lives.
Keep you by his side, where he had foolishly believed you would always be safe under his protection, or, let you go, let you believe that whatever had happened that night, he was the one who had died, finally taken away by Death himself. It was better to let you believe he had actually died this time, to keep you from searching for him, to keep you far away from Skyhavenâto keep you from him.
Since that night almost two years ago, Calebâs nightmares had worsened. He relived the dreadful night, but he had also had other terrifying dreams so horrendous, he would wake up screaming in cold sweats, completely disoriented, unsure if he was trapped within another layer of the nightmare, or if he was truly awake.
âSheâs safe, sheâs safe,â he would often mutter to himself, an attempt to convince himself that he had made the right choice, that setting you free was the only way he could keep you safe. As long as you lived, he would bear the weight of his sacrifice, even if it meant never seeing you ever again.
It was sunny in Linkon, not a cloud in the sky, and the weather warm and inviting, but to Caleb, it was a place he had forbidden himself from ever stepping foot in again, out of fear that your paths would cross. In all of those times since he had distanced himself from you, allowed you to believe he was dead, he had managed to avoid any reason to step foot in the place that was once his home.
When his adjutant, Liam, had informed Caleb that his schedule required him to attend a conference meeting in Linkon, the young colonel stiffened, the atmosphere in the room stifling almost as if he was using his Evol. He suppressed his initial instinct to yell, knowing Liam was well aware of Calebâs situation and had in the past made the necessary arrangements to prevent him from having any reason to step foot in that city.
It seemed he couldnât stay away from Linkon forever, so he resigned to this situation, still remaining vigilant in his stance. Linkon was a big city, and there was no reason for your paths to cross. He would make do with this troublesome situation for the time being.
Now, Caleb had intended to return to Skyhaven the moment the meeting ended, and yet, against his better judgment, he found himself wandering down familiar streets, lost in memories of happier times. As he walked, before his eyes, he saw the silhouettes of him and you as children running down the street after school to your favorite little vintage grocery store.
Caleb, you dummy, you canât use your Evol!
Donât blame my Evol because you canât run fast on those short legs, pipsqueak!
Caleb chuckled. He couldnât help it. The memories of those years seemed so much more carefree. He often wished to go back to that time when the only things that weighed on yours and his shoulders were school or silly childish arguments.
As he approached the old grocery store, closed just a few years prior, he was surprised to learn that it was now under new ownership. The familiar place of his childhood was now a small trendy café, popular with college students and young couples.
To his astonishmentâand, perhaps, also reliefâthe vibrant hydrangea garden in the back remained. Bushes of the white, blue, and pink flowers bloomed in the garden, showing that its new owner took well care of the plants. They looked like the hydrangeas of his childhood, of those long summer afternoons that never seemed to end as he and you made this place just another secret hideout only you two would ever know. As he walked down a beaten path, distracted, he was stirred out of his nostalgic thoughts when he felt something bumped into his leg. He peered down, surprised to see a little girl in a light orange dress, the same color as the sunset he used to see in his airplane when he was a pilot, was clinging to his leg. He looked around, not seeing any adult in sight to indicate they were the childâs guardian.
He furrowed his brows, a little in annoyance, as he was not prepared to suddenly be grappled with the responsibility of a lost child. He knelt down lower, and immediately, he startled as he took in the little girlâs appearance, a near perfect carbon copy of you, but the eyesâhe stared into sweet little violet eyes that mirrored his own, seeing his shocked face reflected in these orbs. The girl looked up at him with curiosity, the wind swaying her short bob while a little yellow chunky cartoon airplane hairclip held her side bangs in place.
Suddenly, she started tearing up, breaking Caleb out of his trance and for the first time in a while, he felt panicked, unsure of what to do. The girl started to cry and Caleb immediately lifted her up, her head resting onto his shoulder as he rubbed her back and soothed her.
He shushed her gently, his caregiver instinct reignited after years of dormancy. âWhy are you crying, sweetheart?â he asked her gently, his soothing voice a complete opposite to the tone he used as colonel.
The girl sobbed. She looked so young, Caleb realized, surmising that she probably had barely started learning to speak.
âAre you lost?â he asked in that same tender tone despite knowing the child would be unable to answer him. He continued, âYou miss your mommy, donât you?â
He rubbed her back again, wondering with trepidation if this childâs mother was who he thought it would be. For just a second, his heart stopped when he felt the little girl gripping the fabric of his uniform with her small hands. Quickly, he recomposed himself.
âItâs alright,â he whispered, his hand smoothed the back of her hair. âLetâs go look for your Mommy, alright?â
âMa...maâŠâ the girl struggled to say. She rubbed her face against Calebâs shoulder, and he smiled gently, unbothered that his once pristine uniform was now covered in a childâs snot.
âOkay, mama,â he repeated, âIâll help you find your mama, sweetheart.â
When he was just about to turn around to head back to the cafĂ©, he froze again, hearing a familiar voice he hadnât heard in years. He could feel his heart beating against his chest, actually feeling every heavy thump as the seconds passed and the voice grew closer, a name cried outâthe little girlâs.
The child in his arms wriggled, and cried louder, seeing her mother over Calebâs shoulder. âMama! Mama!â
Stiffly, Caleb knelt lower and gently set the girl down to her feet, barely registering as the child toddled passed him to her mother.
A completely different feminine voice called out, angry. âWere you trying to kidnap a child in broad dayliââ
Caleb stood up and turned around, his face pale.
âCaleâŠCaleb?â You stared in shock, feeling like you were seeing his ghost again. Again.
âMamaâŠMamaâŠ!â Your daughter nuzzled her face against your chest as you held her. You broke out of your trance and instantly redirected your attention to your child. You quickly soothed her, well aware that Calebâs eyes were locked on you, his face just as shocked as yours but for entirely different reasons. Once the little girl calmed down you passed her off to your companion, saying, âTara, take her back to the cafĂ©.â
Tara looked at you worriedly, her eyes darting to Caleb with suspicion. One look into Calebâs eyes, seeing that same, perfect shade of purple, and the young woman quickly understood the situation. She nodded quietly and took the girl from you. âCome on, sweetie, auntie Tara is going to buy you a cupcake, okay?â
You waited until Tara and your daughter were out of sight. You couldnât look at him. You wanted to look at him, to make sure your eyes were not deceiving you, to make sure that this was not an illusion, not a cruel, mocking figment of your imagination. But you couldnât. You felt cowardly in that instance, being afraid of the truth. Afraid of his reaction. Of everything.
âYou wereâŠyou were pregnant?â he questioned, feeling a wave of guilt washed over him.
Just hearing those words made you realized this was him. This was Caleb, the man you thought was taken away from you. Again.
Suddenly, you broke down crying and you looked up at him with tears running down your cheeks.
âCaleb, you dummy,â you sobbed, âYou fucking dummy!â
He gasped, unprepared when you rushed at him and started beating his chest half-heartedly with your small fists as you continued to sob and curse him over and over again. He let you carry out your anger, let you punished him as you saw fit in this moment, but when the punches weakened, he gently grabbed your wrists, lowering them to your sides before his arms wrapped around you in comfort, his apologies immediate.
âYeah,â he agreed in that ever familiar soft and gentle tone reserved only for you, âI am a fucking dummy.â
You sniffled against his chest, gripping tightly the lapel of his coat.
The afternoon passed slowly, initially tensed and awkward, but eventually all of the missing pieces of the puzzle fell into place, and you both struggled to come to terms with the picture of the missing years. You peered at the man to your side, seeing Caleb hunched over, his cap in his lap, looking much like a sinner struggling to come to terms with his wrongs.
âYou didnât know,â you whispered after a while, wanting to break this stifling silence. You reached for his arm, but he tensed before his shoulders slumped again.
âThatâs no excuse,â he said, looking up at you. He started to reach for your cheek, hesitating at the last second, as if he was afraid that you would recoil from his touch. He started to pull back but you grabbed at his hand, guiding it to your cheek. He stared in shock as you nuzzled your face against his palm, and you gazed at him with glistened eyes.
âYouâre not allowed to die again,â you scolded him. âPromise me that.â
He nodded numbly, his voice clear and steady. âI promise,â he said, repeating in a more hushed, firm tone, âI promise.â
He leaned forward, guiding your lips to his, his words still repeating in between breath. You let him drown you in his kisses, let yourself dizzied and relent to his feverish promises. When your lips parted, just a few centimeters, his warm breath grazed over your trembling lips before he pressed another kiss to your forehead.
âIâm sorry,â he said, âI... will youâŠâ
You looked up, seeing the struggles in his violet eyes. He appeared to hesitate again, unsure of what right he had to seek your forgiveness, wondering if he was overstepping the boundary between the two of you.
You gently coaxed him, seeing relief washed over his guilty features. âWill I what?â
âWill youâŠlet me make things right?â he asked, âLet meâŠearn your forgiveness. IâŠpleaseâŠâ
He almost wanted to say, I canât lose you again but the words died at his lips. He, of all people, had no rights to utter such words in your presence. He looked so defeated, beaten down to the point he no longer recognized himself anymore.
You took his hand, just like you always seemed to do, and you pulled him to his feet, to his surprise. He gazed at you questionably, his heart stopping at your words.
âCaleb,â you said his name so sweetly, âI want you to meetâŠour daughter.â
The summer air was warm even as the sky darkened, and stars after stars appeared above to illuminate the world below. The gentle breeze ruffled Calebâs hair as he stared down at the sleeping girl in his arms. Maybe it was because she was still so young and impressionable, or perhaps she could already sense who he was to her, but the girl clung to him immediately, already feeling safe and protected in his presence.
His heart felt heavy, overwhelmed by guilt, a feeling of failure, and also of self-loathing, but as he gazed down at his daughter, another feeling stirred, just as intense but much more forgiving. He didnât think he could feel such love as he did now as he peered down at the sleeping girl, nuzzled against him on his lap, peacefully slumbering away.
He wondered what she was dreaming of as he admired how much she resembled her mother. Hesitantly, he let his finger caressed her cheek, in complete, silent awe at how soft and delicate her skin was. He was almost afraid of hurting her, feeling a need to protect her just as he protected her mother. He looked up at you, his cheeks and ears reddening when he realized you had been laughing at his expense.
âItâs alright,â you told him amid your giggles.
âYouâre laughing at me.â
âYou deserve it, you big dummy.â
He let out a huff, in mock annoyance, but he agreed with you. âAlright,â he conceded, âI deserve it.â
âDo you want to begin your path to seeking forgiveness from us?â you asked him, a playful, teasing lilt in your voice, unmissed by Caleb as he raised a brow in curiosity.
âJust like that?â he questioned, confused by your leniency with him.
You nodded. âYou still love me, right?â
âIâve never stopped,â he said, his solemn words had you blushing against your better judgment, your heart quickening when he looked at you so lovelorn. You quickly composed yourself, returning to your mischievousness from seconds ago.
âYou love her, right?â you asked, your eyes shifting to your sleeping daughter in his arms.
He sighed, mesmerized. âSo much already,â he whispered, and again, you found yourself softening, touched by his sincerity.
âOkay, weâll forgive you,â you answered, catching Calebâs attention as he looked at you almost bemused by your easygoing attitude. âFirst step.â
âWhich is?â
âYou have to make us your specialty,â you said, laughing at Calebâs look of complete bewilderment unfit for a colonel of his status. Clearly, you had blindsided him completely with this first condition. You clarified with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes, âYou have to make your braised chicken wings.â
He stared at you as if not comprehending your words. You laughed and leaned closer to him, your head resting on his shoulder. âI ate a lot of braised chicken wings while pregnant,â you said, reminiscing to that lonely period in your life without his presence. You reached over and brushed your daughterâs flyaway hair out of her face, continuing softly, âBut they werenât as good as yours.â
Caleb let out a huff of breath, a soft, resigned laugh as he readjusted his arm, letting it wrapped around you as he pulled you closer into his embrace. He leaned over and kissed the top of your head. âOkay,â he answered, âI take it she also likes braised chicken wings then?â
You leaned into him, nodding once. âSheâll love yours more,â you said, and then looked up, your heart quickening again as you gazed into his beautiful violet eyes, grateful that your daughter had chosen to inherit this sole feature from her father. Breathlessly, you uttered softly, your words for his ears only, âSheâll love you.â
âAnd you?â he whispered back, that same hesitancy still prominent in his tone. He looked at you expectantly as he asked, âDo you still love me?â
âIâve never stopped,â you echoed his words back to him, continuing in that same hushed tone, âIâll always love my dummy Caleb.â
âAlright,â he said, his voice resigned, holding you just a bit tighter, as if he was afraid this was a cruel, taunting dream he would wake up from.
As Caleb watched your eyes closed, he looked down, eyes darting from you to his daughter, and he wondered if he deserved any of this. In the warm summer night, surrounded by the blossoming blue and pink and white hydrangeas, he silently apologized for his mistakes, promising that for the remainder of his life, he would become a better man, deserving of both of you.
Just like the little boy from long ago, once he had made a promise to you, he would never break it.
He swore it on his life.
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