#bc i can CRY but it’s not a problem until my voice starts to crack which is when i need to take a sec yk

[savannahsdeath]

heyyy could u write something where like reader is about to shower but starts to get really insecure and kinda has a breakdown, BUT ellie reassures her. (pls also give reader stretch marks bc i've been so insecure abt mine lately and i have them literally everywhere. thighs, hips, even on my boobs lol) <3

ELLIE WILLIAMS X INSECURE!READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! but tbh its minors safe this time i think ??

writers note: just a reminder youre all beautiful no matter what!! beauty standards or wtv was it called are something we shouldnt base our life on but we sadly do. self love is the key to happiness and dont let other people ruin it!!🩷🩷and to our lovely anon, you dont need to worry about stretch marks. trust me, most of people dont even pay attention to them! its nothing 'special in a bad way'. i lately got some too, right before my holidays and theyre sooo visible through my summer clothes but its something you can get used to be comfortable with. please, anon, dont think less of yourself because of them nor any other insecurities. and this comes to everyone!!💞

it was already late so you were getting ready to take a shower to not waste any more time. you put your clothes on a nearby shelf. you stood in front of the mirror in your underwear only, looking for anything that could be possibly pointed out, like you didn't have enough insecurities already. feeling rather self-conscious, you were examining your reflection for any flaws or imperfections. every detail of your body was being inspected up-close, from the lines on your stomach, to the size of your thighs, to the shape of your shoulders and face. your eyes were scanning every inch of you, seeking any signs of something you could hate, even if others wouldn't notice them. you couldn't help but wonder if the things you were stressing over were even worth worrying about, or if you were just creating problems where they didn't exist.

either way, you couldn't help but hate them. and since you mostly focused on bad things and you didn't see your advantages - you hated yourself. in your eyes your whole body could change. or even should change.

the more you stared at yourself in the mirror, picking apart every little thing, the more you hated what you saw. it felt like nothing was good enough, like every little imperfection needed to be changed or worked on. you felt like you could never measure up to this impossible standard, like your entire body was inadequate. the insecurities were eating away at you, gnawing away until any confidence or self-love you might've had was gone.

that was the moment your eyes beginned to get glossy. you didn't cry though, oh, no. you hated the way you look when you cry, just like everything else, so you tried your best to hold back tears. the floodgates were beginning to open, but you held them back with everything you had. you despised the way you looked when you cried: the tears down your cheeks, your puffy eyes, all those disgusting, revolting imperfections. as much as you hated your flaws, you despised your crying face even more. you would never let anyone see you like that, never.

suddenly, your girlfriend and roommate in one, knocked on the door. "everything okay in there?"

she must notice you're taking your time instead of simply taking a shower already.

you stayed silent, knowing if you try to open your mouth you couldn't control what comes from them. you'd probably break down and the thick door won't be enough to mute your pathetic sobs.

you didn't want to answer, but then again, you knew if you stayed quiet, your girlfriend would eventually come in and check on you. you had to keep yourself together. you couldn't fall apart right in front of her like that.

you let out a shaky breath and replied, "yeah, everything's fine." you could feel your voice cracking with each word, but you were determined not to let her see you in such a sorry state.

what if she sees me the way i see myself?

your girlfriend wasn't fooled by your shaky reply. even if you denied it, she knew something was wrong. she heard the emotion in your voice and could sense the struggle to keep yourself together. without another word, she opened the door and walked in.

"what's wrong, pretty girl?" she asked when she didn't saw your glossy eyes yet.

you, on the other hand, couldn't control yourself anymore. the nickname 'pretty girl' hit you instantly, thinking you're anything but pretty.

pretty.

girl.

those two words hit you harder than a punch to the gut, evoking a strong reaction that you tried to mask. you took a deep breath to steady your voice so that you didn't break, but it was impossible to sound completely calm when you felt so much pain just from those two words.

"nothing." you muttered quietly, but your voice sounded more like a choke than a word.

she hugged you from behind, looking in the same, unlucky mirror. her hands softly touched the scretch marks on your hips as she hold onto them, gently rocking you back and forth.

you wanted nothing more than to reject this hug and flee from your own reflection in the mirror, but you were too weak to pull away.

"nothing?" she asked gently, planting little kisses from your neck to shoulders.

you felt a wave of shame and embarrassment wash over you as your girlfriend's touch revealed the marks on your hips. she immediately spotted them and caressed them with her soft hands.

it all felt too much. you were fighting so hard to hold yourself together, but when she touched you, it all came crashing down. the tears finally escaped and you began to sob, clinging onto her tightly as you broke down. "no... not nothing..."

she held you close, feeling your warmth as her arms wrapped around you and her hands comforted your pain. she rubbed your back and kissed your neck as she tried to soothe you. "shh, come here, it's okay..." she whispered gently.

she led you over to the bed and laid you down. she carefully took off her shirt, leaving on only her bra and boxers, then laid down with you, hugging you tightly. she kissed your neck, your face, brushed your hair back, caressed your body, your stretch marks, your insecurities (at least the ones she knew about), anything to try and comfort you. she whispered words of reassurance and love as she tried to fill you with the affection you felt you lacked. "i love you, my pretty girl... i love you." she repeated those words again and again, hoping you'd believe that someone could love you, and that someone was her.

ellie continued to hold you tightly as you cried into her. your tears soaked into her bra, but she didn't mind; you'd done that many times before. she rubbed your back in soothing circles as she let you let it all out, and she made small shushing noises in your ear. your sobs turned into whimpers and then into a soft murmur, and as your emotions died down, she gently wiped away the tears, replacing them with kisses.

as she noticed you calmed down she slightly pulled away to get a better look at you. "can you tell me what's wrong now?"

"i... it's just..." you started, and your voice broke as you tried to find the words. your girlfriend gave you her undivided attention, focusing on you and only you. "i- i don't feel pretty... i don't feel good enough... i don't feel... enough."

with her eyes looking deep into yours, you couldn't help but be vulnerable as you opened up to her. your insecurities and flaws, the things you tried so hard to hide, were all laid bare in front of her now.

a pang of guilt hit you in that moment.

what am i doing?

ellie was so sweet and loving, and you felt like you were just taking advantage of her kindness. like you're just an attention seeker.

but before you could say anything, she pressed a finger to your lips.

"no. shut your mouth." she said sternly, and you couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "that's not true. i don't wanna hear it, not another word." she leaned in and pressed her soft lips to yours.

you found yourself sitting on her lap, as she stroked your hair, whispering something or kissing you from time to time. you told her all about it, about what and how you feel. and she listened.

you were so lost in your emotional story you didn't even notice the way she slowly took off her rings - one by one, and placed them on a bedside shelf.

[iknowyuu]

Hi I hope you're doing well! I love your writing so I came for a little request for a sieun x reader (weak hero class 1) if you don't mind <3

- sieun help s/o manage her stress for exams because she puts too much pressure on herself

- comfort, fluffy, honesty it's up to you haha

- she/her

It's alright if you don't want to do it, no problem at all! Thank you, and have a nice day! :)

exams suck

kdrama!sieun x reader

// reader is really stressed about exams and can’t take it anymore- luckily, sieun is there to comfort her.

tags: reader crying & feeling empty in the beginning, hugs, cuddling in bed, sieun being lovey (lovey lovey dovey dovey dovey), established relationship

warnings: feelings of no self worth, stressed reader, depictions of deep emotional distress

note: this actually fits so perfectly bc i just had my exams too, this was very therapeutic to write <3 hope u enjoy!!!!

♡

you sat in your room, your surroundings dark, shades drawn closed, staring at the work in front of you, unmoving.

your eyes were blank, and so was your head. the pressure on your shoulders had been weighing you down- down, down, down, until you cracked. why does this even matter? why does anything matter? why are you putting yourself through this? you hated exams with every fiber of your being, but the incessant need to do well on everything pumped through your vains- you need to do well, because if you don’t, what worth do you have?

your thoughts came to a halt when you heard a soft knock on your door. you’d forgot that you and sieun were supposed to study today… unfortunately, you no longer have the energy to do anything. you slowly turned your head towards the door and just hoped he’d come in without you having to speak.

“[name]? are you in there?” he asked. his soft voice was enough to make you snap, and suddenly, tears streamed down your face. sniffling, you tried your best to mumble out a cracked “mhm,”, your voice wavering as your shoulders began to shake with your rapidly flowing tears.

he enters the room and softly closes the door, placing his backpack on the floor before walking over to you. “[name]…” he said, “what’s wrong?” his lips tilt downward as he stands there, awkwardly watching you cry.

sieun doesn’t have much, if any, experience at all when it comes to comforting people. he’s never really showed much emotion in his life at all, so when you both started dating, he tried his best to get used to expressing how he was feeling more often; and seeing you like this just made him feel so, so gutted.

“i-i,” you attempted to start but was interrupted by your own sobs. placing your hands on your face, you cried harder, your worksheets and journals getting wet from the tears.

sieun finally makes the move to walk over to your chair, placing a hand on your shoulder and tugging slightly, “c’mon,” he mumbled, his eyes watching you as you stood up and leaned into his arms. you couldn’t help the flood of emotion that filled you when he hugged you, your eyes squeezing shut. you knew how foreign affection was to him, so him initiating it first touched you so much.

“don’t cry.” he spoke, trying his best to comfort you like you did him. you gripped his body like you didn’t want him to ever leave you, especially like this.

you sobbed into his shoulder, and he stood there with you, eventually making moves to rub your back in soothing circles, the both of you finding your way into your bed. you hid your face in his chest, every now and then hiccuping. “are you ready to.. talk about it?” squeezing your eyes shut, you turn your head to have your ear on his chest, calming yourself with the sound of his heartbeat. it was always so steady and that soothed you- in an ocean of uncertainty, stress and fear, he was always there to be your shore. the thought alone made you tear up again, holding him tighter (if it was even possible). “it’s just.. exams. there’s so much, and it’s too much, a-and i just don’t wanna do it anymore. it’s so much studying, and i can just feel myself deteriorating with every review question i get wrong.” you shifted your body to be in between his legs, wrapping your arms around his torso and face planting into his chest. “i just wish i could stay here with you forever.“ you mumbled, voice stifled by his shirt. he was glad you couldn’t see his reddening face. “i understand,” he said. you felt a little embarrassed for saying all that only to be met with two words, but then he spoke again. “im sorry that it’s so hard for you. all we can do is hope time goes by fast as we wait until exams are over, then you can rest… ill.. we can go out to eat after to get your mind off them.” he enclosed you in his arms before talking so lowly that you wondered if he even wanted you to hear what he said next, “i wish you could stay with me forever, too.”

you couldn’t explain the emotions that filled your body after he said that— the warmth that encased you made you feel replenished, and you couldn’t help the huge smile that came upon your face. “thank you sieun.” you moved your head to the side once more, closing your eyes and enjoying the feeling of butterflies in your tummy. you almost missed the little “mm” of affirmation he let out before you drifted off to sleep.

[moonrisecoeur]

i have been. debating sending this bc i know i am cringe. op i am so sorry feel free to ignore and delete bc this is just actual pure filth lmfaooo

op i literally think about pegging leon 24/7 its a full time JOB inside my brain i need to peg that man so fucking Bad its not even funny. i know hes so fucking Noisy. i wanna make him beg for my strap, i wanna fucking edge him until hes begging and crying to be fucking ruined. i wanna pretty him up, put eyeliner on him so i can make it run down his face from fucking him so hard. i wanna mark up his neck and pull his hair while i pulverize him. i wanna tell him hes taking it so well and how hes such a good boy, how pretty he looks bent over for me while i fuck his cute ass. i want him to hug me while i praise him bc hes so overwhelmed. tell him how hot it is hearing him moan and whine, encourage him to make as much noise as he wants, itd be cute to watch him try to not pillow bite because hes trying sooo hard to do what you want like a good boy. i want him to be borderline Incomprehensible, voice shaking and cracking as he tells me how much he loves me, how much he loves the way i make him feel. i wanna make him cum untouched. i wanna overstimulate him. i wanna grope his fat tits and milk his dick. i wanna make him watch himself getting fucked. put him in a collar, lingerie, fuck anything-hed be gorgeous no matter what he wears. shower him in kisses and affection and make him feel the most loved he has in his entire LIFE while short circuiting his brain n marking him with bites and bruises for everyone to see.

re2 leon is my fave man he has my heart and god id love to just take care of him. after a long shift i wanna slam him against the door and fuck him while hes still in uniform. make him feel so good. such a whiny cutie. cuff him up and bite his freckles while i fuck him late into the night, clean him up and cuddle him after, make him breakfast in the morning n give him kisses.

re4/re6/older leon is a subby bitch too. just as god damn fine and id do oh so horrific things to him. hed love it so much, not having to think, make decisions, take charge. just let me whatever i want to him. hed get off so hard being under you and told how fucking good, pretty, perfect he is. he needs your approval so fucking bad-its all that poor man wants, god he needs it so BAD. he needs to feel safe and loved and wanted, like this is Critical. id make SURE i fuck him so good he cant even think about his insecurities or problems. and dear fucking lord do not get me started on that slutty waist and button down of his in re6. he's keeping the gloves on while i press his hands into the mattress and bite his arms.

its so fucking funny bc i hc leon as a switch BUT GODDDDD SUBBY LEON MAKES ME FUCKING FOAM AT THE MOUTH LIKE A RABID, FERAL ANIMAL

its not a want it is a NEED

I NEED THIS MAN UNDER ME I NEED TO REARRANGE HIS GUTS !!!!!!!!!!!!

guhhh last anon again but now i really cant stop thinkin about sub leon. legit i have so much more to say i just love him so much. theres so much. More. i wanna say but lord. im trying so hard to be normal man 😭😭

first off. hi. hope u had a yummy thanksgiving if u celebrate it and if not i also hope ur having a good day !!

ALSO WTF WHY WOULD I DELETE THIS i literally woke up this morning and checked my tumblr notifs as one does and i literally see this behemoth of an ask and im reading through and im literally screaming bc why is this my internal monologue. like. did u get inside my head or something??? did u steal this from my brain bc i literally think about this approximately 1000 times a day.

i’ll literally be at work and my thoughts be like ughhh i wanna hurt him and make him cry but also want to love him and take care of him but also want to fuck him so so slow and deep i can feel it moving around if i put on hand on his abdomen and then i just spiral and then i remember im making a fuckin caramel macchiato or something >.<

so!! in spirit of our delusion i’m planning to write smthin for u based off of this vibe!! just give me a lil bit 👉👈

BUT TELL ME EVERYTHING TELL ME ALL UR THOUGHTS I WANT TO HEAR THEM ALL I WANT TO KNOWWWW ‘i have so much more to say’ okay prove it. tell me everything

[soranihimawari]

Shaken not Stirred

7. We always used to have sleepovers as children, why would it be weird now?"

Pairing: teen->adulthood friendships||nanami x yn

Warning: 🔞nsfw! bc sexual awakenings and teasing may affect those who’s first choice was hawk girl or j.depp (specifically Cry Baby era)// nanami & reader realize their friendship was built on lustful attraction versus friendly ones as they grew up. 👀 also, implied that reader’s family has yakuza or mafia ties…

Rating: adult!relationship with nanami kento [adult as in a good fucking means someone tried to test reader’s patience and they are not one to stand by and let nanami be insulted…]

You are writhing beneath him; a man twice your size is above you, giving into his earthly desires. His voice is gruff and demanding as he pulls another pitiful moan out of you. He mocks you, lustfully licking a stripe from your neck to where your ear connects—it’s hot. The heat in the autumnal day is now cooling, but the bed creaks. Something ancient is awake and angry, his broken growl of your name hangs in the air. He fucks you to his rhythm as you cry out you can take one more fleeting orgasm. And the jackal of a man laughs muttering how brave you must be.

Rewind yourself to 72-hours ago when you arrived back on your home neighborhood in Sendai. You’re reuniting with some old friends after you found out your last remaining uncle had passed. Being in your mid to late twenties and working for a moderately ran start-up company for blue light lenses, you thankfully had merciful bosses who believed in putting family first. Though rare, they did make you file a leave of absence as you finalize your travel arrangements in the office before the end of the week.

You fly out on cold February morning, kind of overrated but if you’re able to get to Sendai Ciry by dinner tomorrow, your folks would have said it was worth the red eye fees. Honestly, once you traverse through bay check and the security points, you’re at your gate, eyes heavy as sleep is something you lacked.

Fourteen hours. Fourteen hours (and if you count the other twenty four you were up for, you’re sure you’d put your body through some sort of cardiac issued stress), however you were able to picked up by an old neighbor—Nanami Kento. Sure, the two of you grew up and apart, but considering the other options of your contacts, you went with the most reliable one. He bows as he greets you, his driver acknowledges you and you introduce yourself to the man and apologize for the delay.

“Snow this time of year is brutal,” the driver chuckles.

You nod as Nanami opens the passenger door for you. You give him your thanks as you sit down and strap on the seatbelt.

Looking back as both the driver and Nanami get in after you close your door, you fidget on your seat and nervously crack your knuckles, chuckling here and there as you listen to their banter until you speak up at an upcoming red light.

“Umm… I’m sorry, but I forgot to ask if I could spend the first few nights with you, Nanami-kun? If not, I know you’re busy with work, but if it truly is a problem, I could find a hotel to stay in…”

You’re stifling a yawn and he notices the slight wrinkles at the sides of your eyes. Surely you’re not still suffering from insomnia before trips, he thinks. Then, after he ponders for a light or two, he agrees.

“Bless you, my parents just texted me that my room was part of their remodeling phase and it’s getting a fresh coat of paint right now. I don’t mind taking the train from Tokyo back,” you explain with a soft smile.

You don’t remember much after the turn to his apartment high rise. You figured you knocked out and the driver, Mr Iji, had taken your things up for Nanami because well, for lack of better words, Nanami would have been carrying you. At the thought, your cheeks flush and you swat away all the raunchy things that could have happened, but it didn’t.

Nearly six in the morning and you are awakened again this time by an alarm and a half dressed adult blonde best friend. There’s several bandages on his arm and ribs from what you used to consider an awful part time job. He worked in an office from 9-5, but he did clock in some hours since he went back to being an adjunct teacher. Apparently even in this relic of a neighborhood, something keeps killing his colleagues. He told you all this before when you were nineteen and he had just turned twenty a season prior:

“You ought to be careful next time,” you hum as you help him place gauze over his cut brow. “I won’t be here to patch you like Shoko-chan can.”

“You can stay,” he hums, sort of pleading to you when the alcohol seeps and stings between the stitches there. “Mm…was that necessary?!”

Shows him the message from Shoko.

“Doc said so,” you mirthfully laugh as you see him frown. You put away the first aid kit and sigh. “I worry about you. This job, can’t you quit it before you die?”

“What? Why would I?!”

You realize he hasn’t loosened his grip on your hand; the alcohol must still be stinging a bit you reason.

“Because I can’t lose my best friend right after we had just gotten back on better terms,” you’re gentle tone makes him look you in the eyes and it dawns on him just how right you must be. “Besides, who’s gonna come bother me in the U.S. when I get my doctorate degree in medicine over there? Don’t send Gojo, I’d kill him with whatever fad he’s on now…”

Nanami chuckles.

“My girl is a clever one,” he says.

“If I really was yours, you wouldn’t be talking,” you tease. “Remember what happened when you told me you loved Hawk Girl and I still loved that crybaby movie?”

“‘Get wings or I think you’re a square?’ Oh get over yourself, we were seven and eight.”

You laugh and slip your hand out his… “I know! Isn’t that wild? Anyways, I better get home now.”

You grab your bag and wave over your shoulder, “See you at the airport. Thanks for offering to take me!”

The conversation plays in a loop in your mind and he’s in the middle of greeting you when you walk up to him and study his face, then his body…he has so many knicks and scars and even bruises. Some deeply rich in color you think he has internal bleeding. Then coffee maker begins whirring for both of you and you force his face to glance at you. You hold his chin firmly and move his face to see the same scar from the conversation still prominent with his bangs swept back.

“You told me you quit,” you half smile.

Nanami turns, wincing as he holds his bandages on his ribs to hand you a mug, but your hand presses against his side first and his breathing stutters. It isn’t the close proximity that causes him to do so? It’s just…he hadn’t seen how bright your eyes are in the dawn.

“What’s wrong? How did you…?”

You’re adjusting the gauze and your breath ignites his skin in the most subtle of ways and you adjust the pressure on his side. You gauge how he reacts and you know how he gets when you fret over him and you’re afraid you might have angered your host.

“Not important,” Nanami stubbornly stated, but he saw how the wrinkle in between your brows becomes prominent before walking away.

“I didn’t mean to pry,” you whisper and straighten up to walk away from the kitchen.

Silence ruled over you both as you fall into line with helping him make some rolled eggs and rice. He glances over every once in while, keeping his hard pressed lips together, he focuses on how delicate you’re chopping the chives. Your hands, he’s noticed, are calloused over from your trade in the medical field.

“I’ll leave tomorrow,” you say to him. “I found a hotel near the memorial services building.”

You take your plate once your dish is finished and sit on the table waiting for him. You eat together, he didn’t try to make much small talk, but you say some hurtful words.

“I never backed away, so why?”

Your voice cracked a bit when the plates were placed in the sink.

“Because you don’t deserve to use your talents on people like me,” he stands behind you, wrapping an injured arm around your waist, you’re pulled into his chest. “Can’t lose you too.”

Your hearts hammer like a forger beats the metal into a fine shield. You can feel his pulse practically race through this veins in his forearm around your waist. He whispers he’ll be back no later than six-thirty.

You think nothing of it as the day progresses even going so far as to cancel the hotel reservations. The services are day after next, so you don’t have much time left with Nanami before your life would be filled with aunts and would be retired uncles from your father’s side who’s ask awkward questions. Your cousins though? They’re immature and annoying, but the worse part? Everyone would ask you if you’re married yet, expecting, or trying to out you as many believe you’re not as you define yourself. Surely, family can be invasive, but yours is a whole other level. Hence why you being Nanami to these functions growing up or at least steal away to ditch the gatherings and hang out with him at his dorm room halfway across the prefecture.

Even now, as you don your ceremonial robes for the hybrid family traditions, he leans against the door way connecting his room to yours. The bathroom light backlights your frame as he hums in approving. Communicating with Nanami has improved, but you are reminded by him to move one stone at a time before moving a whole beam. He said that old saying of your grandmother to you when you introduced him to her in her flower shop. Nanami offered to help with the chores one afternoon and you, you decided it would be a good trial run before introducing your new friend from the middle school you started would be worked into your everyday life. Things did go well, or at least you thought they did until graduation day. His parents were a no-show, and your parents thought it was a bit awkward having him stand next to you for photos until the family matriarch decided to show up and pose for photos with him claiming how much she loved her future grandchild-in-law. The embarrassing situation was swept under the rug for the later half of the next fifteen years: in that time, you two grew up and apart especially with your residency being in the United States and he would continue his studies here in Japan. Only now, after a death in the family has returned you to your home soil do you stand before the boy you liked-maybe even dared to love-and he adjusts his spectacles to see you clearly.

"Think this is too much?" you tilt your head this way and that as he notices the bronze glitters of your neutral makeup.

"You look beautiful, even for a mourner," Nanami tells you as he takes your hand in his as he is to escort you per the request of the elders.

"Must you come with me?"

"Mr Iji is bringing the car around the corner," Nanami checks his phone. "And yes, if I don't, then your family might have its curse clinging to you."

Last night, after his shift on your second night with him, he walks into the kitchen to see you reading a few debriefings. Some were inscribed with the year of your second year and you meet his eyes when you finish reading about the Haibara-case.

"You're crying," Nanami states this easily as he dries your cheeks with a kerchief.

"Why didn't you tell me? Is this what you didn't want me to see?" You hold his wrist. "Min, please answer me."

He sighs, nodding with a head bowed in some form of shame. You move to the bedroom where he chooses to open up to you and tell you what you need to know.

"Just the facts?" you try to plead, but even your pout is enough to make anyone cave, but he doesn't budge although he did think about how your line of work in the medical examiner's office at the morgue could use some of the details to be familiarized.

Both of you stay up all night, crying together, laughing at Gojo's antics and how it had affected Nanami's ways as a sorcerer, but you stay true. You're not afraid of him nor his talents. To the outside world, he is Nanami Kento, director of sales from 9am-5pm, but only after six on the weekends, does he dabble in sorcery.

"Your family is experiencing tremendous amounts of grief," Nanami is pragmatic for sticking close to you. "Curses feed on raw negative human emotions. I'm going with you to the service tomorrow night."

Currently, Mr Iji's car is seen around the curb as you step in like before. Your family has no idea you were going to bring Nanami with you, yet when you are dropped off by him at the memorial service hall, he extends his arm to you. You greet your elders together and you bow to your godmother who's freshly widowed. As you console her, Nanami waves a hand in the air with such finesse you think he was a tea servant trainer in another life. Regardless, you chalk it up to his spectacles that help with seeing the other wordly parasites.

"...and you brought Nanami?" your godmother asks.

You nod. "He wanted to come. Mentioned he stopped by uncle's tie shop before the incident with the break in."

You motion for Nanami to come over and your godmother hugs him after he gives her a slight bow and condolence greeting.

"You were the only person who loved that pattern," she states, chuckling. "My husband fought very hard to keep that least selling item in stock because of you, and for that, I thank you."

She bows to him and cups your face.

“You remind me of us: a worrier and a warrior, praying for the the other to be kept safe.”

“Auntie, it’s—”

Nanami kisses your hairline and your words escape you.

“Exactly as you say, ma’am. C’mon, your mom’s looking over here…”

It’s unbelievably effortless as she hugs you and him. Her brother’s photo is on the offering table, lookin at you three. Your father is outside smoking with a few work friends from his gallery.

“How is dad? He was close to uncle Rob, wasn’t he?” You ask.

Nanami stands a little off to the side between you and your mother as he eyes your father’s boys club. Some of them make obscene hand signs admiring your curves as you had filled in while abroad. You’re not paying attention until Nanami snakes his arms around your back to whisper a, “behave. I’ll be right back.”

“Huh? Oh,” your eyes follow his and see your father and uncle’s shared friend group eying you disrespectfully. “Thank you.”

Nanami walks outside and he has a stern face while your mom nudges your arm.

“He’s a good one, I can tell ever since you told me about him,” she laughs.

“Mother,” you rolls your eyes and she ushers you to the offering table where you pick a plum & leave it at the alter for your uncle.

Meanwhile, Nanami puts the respect back on your name as the fools your father would have allowed to fuck you if you so wish were getting an earful from your friend.

“What makes you think you could ‘ave a go, huh?” Your father’s cigarette hangs low. “Y’know that kid of mine stems from a Yakuza-driven family on both sides.”

“And I hunt devils for a living, curses black an smoky,” Nanami coughs before covering his nostrils with his handkerchief. He smirks, your father can tell before insulting the young man further. You nearly drop your plate of food you were going to being over to Nanami as you heard your father call him a derogatory nickname for a half-blood person.

“Nanami, call Mr Iji. We’re leaving," you reach out to hold his hand. Your father chuckles as he hurls one more insulting dig in your direction and you pause your steps.

Marching up to your father, you rudely withdraw the cigarette from his lips, and put it out on his eye. He yells at you bellowing a hit order and banning summons, standing tall, you are so close to punching him in the jaw, but you did get his henchmen in the nose.

"Do not dare insult him again," you are filled with iron and vinegar. "Lest you forget who is the true seat holder to your puppet king. Nanami, let's go. We're done here."

In the heat of the moment, Nanami kisses you with finality, murming a, "Yes ma'am."

So here you were, hours later, three orgasms deep with the blonde man. You're breathing unevenly, panting, praises in feeling full and satisfied. Nanami's hips matches yours, you feel him tensing as he shyly hides in the crook of your neck and he tells you the story of his latest injuries.

"It's ok," you whisper, hotly into his mouth. "You're with me now, we're here...balls deep in this cavernous pussy which was always going to be here...ngh!~that's the spot, baby."

Nanami glistens in the sunlight peeking through his blinds. It's dawn and he cums with a little more encouragement; he slumps forward, clutching you to his chest. You too are a dewy mess, your ear turns to his bare chest and you listen to his heartbeat.

Hours later, you yawn before climbing into his bed again with the new sheets spread out, Nanami finishes his pre-sleep routine. He took the initiative to change the soiled sheets while you were in the shower, washing yourself clean from the rousing bedroom activities. You were joined a few minutes later with a bare Nanami. He remains a silent protector, a man of few words, but he is gentle and caring like you were made of fine porcelain- his hands were lightly scrubbing you, kneeling down to wash your front clean, both with his tongue and loofa. He made you believe heaven can be found within the tiles with him worshipping you like a slave moth to its sacred fire. Impossible to even try to focus to return the favor, he forgives you because you did the most basic of things to warrant this type of love: "You gave your father an order and made an example of his asshole crew."

Nanami Kento emerges from the shower room, steam rising from his nude body. Your eyes rake his body low to high, head to toe, as he dresses himself in his pajamas post dragging the boxer briefs over his thighs higher to his waist.

"I can hear you undressing me again," he muses when he pulls an undershirt over his body.

"You caught me," you chuckle back.

"Are we going to talk about this?"

The blonde lays in a relaxed position before you leaned into him, starting the ministrations of tracing his scars with your fingertips lightly. Nanami hums prompting you to answer.

"We always used to have sleepovers as children, why would it be weird now?"

"Because," Nanami tilts your head up to look at him. "You've had my heart packed in your suitcase since you left almost a decade ago. "

"You finally caught up to me, huh?"

You smile when Nanami leans forward to kiss you-it's simple and passionate. The curtains block this part of the universe where a humble doctor and a sorcerer melt into each other creating another realm of possibilities as their relationship blooms fresh.

Months later, you arrive to your new flat a few minutes away from the hospital that hired you. You sit down with a new case file handed in to you by a colleague. Nanami has yet to come home from a surveillance mission with one of Gojo’s students, yet you spoke too soon into the air when Nanami knocks on your door. You open it as he slumps forward saying his days might be numbered because of a patch-faced curse.

“Mahito’s alive?”

You escort him to your couch right away to administer first aid as necessary. A stitch or three were needed when you peeled his bloodied shirt off him.

“You knew him?” Nanami winces when he breathes between your hands sewing him shut. Again for the second time in four days.

“Mahito was one of the old hit men my great grandparents hired. They didn’t know he was a curse at all, maybe a misguided youth, but yeah…he’s clearly had work done and had become stronger.”

You nod saying you’re done with the stitching as Nanami holds your hand delicately in his.

“You should have told me,” he half smiles, weak from the day’s battle.

“I have a case file that you might be interested in reading with me. This body was exhumed around the turn of the century. Look familiar?”

The corpse on the slab from back then looked eerily similar to Mahito’s playfully long nose and long silvery hair.

“He died with a smile on his face after razing his town to the ground…” Nanami reads the report. “He was sealed and then unsealed?”

Nodding you out the first aid kit aside and sit on Nanami’s lap for a few moments, putting the sealing cream on a gauze strip and taping over the stitches.

“He was, yes. But this is why,” you pause to cup his face when you were done. “I tell you to be careful.”

Nanami kisses your inner palms.

“I’ll come home to you a little shaken.”

“Not stirred?”

“You’re so quick witted…,” he nips your jaw playfully flirtatious.

“I’m the sitting leader of a branch of the mafia thanks to my uncle passing who, by the way, left me in charge because I knew a sorcerer…”

My uncle’s will is next to his photo. Right next to it? There is a small vase of forget-me-nots that Nanami gifted me with. We stay on the couch for a little longer, talking about the future, the present, and a little about the past: we feel invincible when we’re this close to each other. What we do not know is how long we have left especially when there are plenty of curses who have their eyes on us around this part of the city.

[tickle-page]

Is it alright to request a fluffy fanfic of Souma and Adonis from Ensemble Stars? Their friendship is so cute and I'd like to see content of them but can't write myself! Only if you can though, thank you ^-^

Feathery Touch

A/N: I’m sorry if this kinda sounds like a ship post, it’s not, just my way of making a fluffy tickle fic. I apologize if it seems that way.

Summary: Souma was in a feather light lee mood, but his anxiety keeps building up when he tries to ask a certain someone for some soft tickling. Someone Souma knows won’t judge him for wanting them.

Souma started pacing around infront of Adonis’s room, contemplating on how he should ask a special question. “‘Hey Adonis, I was just wandering something…. Can you tickle me?’ No, no, I gotta be subtle about this. I don’t even know how he’ll react, or if he’ll judge me, but I’m craving some, you don’t even know. Ok… breath Souma, breathe. Just walk in there like you own the place and hint to your needs. Surely, Adonis isn’t that dense. Yh! That’s what I’m gonna do.”

Souma entered Adonis’s room, only to be meant with a purple haired men reading a book. Adonis looked up from his book, facing someone who looked like they just had tomatoes thrown at them. “Ummm, Souma? Is everything ok?”

“I-I,” there it was. Souma hoped that he wouldn’t stutter or have a voice crack, but look at him now, about to cry. “I- Umm… I hav-have a… QuEsTiOn.” God this was humiliating. Souma turned on his heels, heading to the door before he was grabbed by the taller man.

“Souma? You know you can tell me anything, right? I’m here for you.” Adonis looked at him with comforting eyes, but not even that will work on his question.

“‘You don’t understand, Adonis. People says you can trust them, but once you say what’s on your mind, they’re quick to humiliate and judge you. I can’t risk losing my best friend.’” Is what Souma would’ve said if it wasn’t for his quivering voice.

By his old friends in high school who loved being tickled, and tried to go to him for help, but they couldn’t do it until he practically forced them to ask, Adonis knew the reactions and memorized them too. Just in case he encounters someone else with the same problem. “I think I know what you want.”

Souma turned his head around, almost getting whiplash, “You do?!” Though, he kinda wish he hadn’t bc what awaits before the latter is his best friend smirking at him. Not a moment too late, Adonis flew the startled men on the bed, making him lose his place in his book, but who cares? This is his priority now.

He straddled his waist, pinning his arms to his sides under the ler’s knees, as he pulled up the lee’s shirt, exposing his stomach, sides, and ribs. “Now, we’re gonna do it my way. What is it exactly you want me to do, So~u~ma~.” Adonis lightly tapped his bare stomach, making the latter abosultely combust under the light touch.

‘That bastard’ Souma gritted his teeth, looking away from the teasy ler. ‘He knows exactly what I want, he’s just being a little ass right now.’

“Souma is anyone home?” Adonis poked the inside of the lee’s bellybutton, making him turn his head swiftly with a startled yelp. “Ahh, there he is!! You had me worried, I thought you were dead.”

Souma wanted to laugh at that remark, but he was way too nervous to do anything at the moment. He was only focused on Adonis’s light taps, craving for more light touches, but ofc, the teasy ler will force you to ask. “Back to the matter at hand, Souma? I know your craving a certain something, plus your band members told me you perfer the lighter ones, but I can’t recall what that something your craving is. Do you mind jogging my memory?”

Souma wanted to slap that smile right off of his face, but he was in no position to be making threats. “God… would- w-would you t-… ugh, you know? The touching thing?” Souma was really trying to avoid the word tickle, bc in his current state, it’s just embarrassing

“Silly Souma, there is so many touches I can do right now. Like just me tapping on your soft belly is a touch. You gotta be more specific about the things you crave~” Adonis whispered the word ‘crave’ right into Souma’s ear. If age dosen’t kill him, then the embarrassment will.

“Adonis! Don’t make me ask for it, please!” Souma whimpered and whined, though Adonis won’t take any of that tantrum shit.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what your talking about, but if you won’t tell me now, I’m not gonna waste your time.” Adonis started to get off of Souma, before he was stopped by the lee.

Obviously he was joking about not doing the thing Souma wanted, Adonis just wanted to get it out of him fast bc he too is experiencing a mood as well. And only the men in front of him will cure his needs. “Adonis, will… will you… t-tickle me?” He could feel the latter underneath him shake, so he decided to comfort the other before the tickling began.

“Hey, it’s ok Souma. I’m sorry I forced you to ask, didn’t know it affected you so much. Would you like a safe word before I start?” Something in Adonis’s eyes calmed the lee down sooner then expected.

“Ye-yes, please. Can it be sushi?”

“Sushi?” Adonis asked, but he didn’t seem bothered by it at all, thought it was cute how his lee came up with such a cute word for his safeword.

“Mhm, that’s my favorite food.” Souma felt more than relaxed now that Adonis seemed charismatic about this. Something deep inside the lee’s heart tells him he’s in good hands.

“Hahaha, that’s cute… and funny,” Adonis laughed, while he began the subtle tickling on Souma’s bare stomach.

“Hahahhahahaha, wahahhait, I wasn’t rehehheheady,” Souma wriggled and squirmed while his hands was trapped underneath Adonis’s knees, and his arms trapped to his sides.

“Well I wasn’t gonna wait till you were. It’s like a bandaid, you just gotta rip it off.” Adonis traced lightly up and down his abs with one hand, while skittering his blunt nails on his stomach with the other.

Much to Souma’s excitement, Adonis knew how light the tickling should be, considering he was also once subdue to his older sisters’ evil wrath. So the lee shouldn’t have any worries. “Eek, Adonis! Nohohohot there!!!”

Souma started to swirl the insides of his navel, making sure to get the walls, and deep inside of it. “What do you mean, Souma? ‘Not there’? Not where? Here?” Adonis bent down to nibble gently on the outer ring of his bellybutton. “Or is it here?” Adonis began to nibble gently on the pudge right below his navel. Keep in mind, both was a bad spot, especially since he was basically chewing on them.

“ACK! Adonihihihihis!!! Stohohohojop.” Ofc Souma didn’t mean for him to actually stop, so he didn’t. In fact, he kept being the shitty ler he was best known for.

“You gotta say the safeword, Gigglee,” Adonis started to knead his sides now. Kinda like a massage, but tickly.

Can Adonis be any more flustering with the names?! Souma couldn’t handle the teasings at all, but he knew if he told him to stop, then he will just make the teasing worst. Souma doesn’t even know how, he just has this gut feeling telling him so. Adonis made movement on his sides as if he was kneading and folding dough. It was so unbearable, Souma wanted it to end, but he was craving this for so long, he’s not gonna put a stop to it just yet. Though, Adonis is tickling him to the point he’s making it seem like he wants Souma to say the safeword, as if he’s gonna get some type of prize. He’s not gonna give in so easily, instead, Souma actually wants him to do his worst. But by ‘worst’ Adonis is probably gonna do the hard and fast tickles, so maybe Souma should keep that one in his mind. If it’s one thing he hates, it’s the hard tickling, the type that’ll make you stop breathing. Adonis stayed at that same spot kneading forever, it got to the point where Souma had to practically beg for him to move spots.

“Okahahahhay, please, sohohohomewhere else Adonis! Yohohohou’ve ti-played with thehehe same sphohohohot for ages nohohohow.” Due to Souma’s constant giggling, Adonis couldn’t take him seriously. In fact, he started snickering at that sentence the lee just giggled out.

“Ahahahha, yohohohou still can’t say the word tickle? That’s funny.” Adonis stopped his torture to laugh at the men laying before him.

“Ugh, quit laughing at me!” Souma’s face started getting red and he could basically feel his head heating up. Please check this man’s temperature.

“Ok, ok, where to next…?” Adonis started scanning Souma’s torso as if it’s some type of prize. But once the man on top gets a hold of his body, it’ll be a prize trying to straddle a bull. “How about here?” Adonis poked the man’s ribs, feeling how he shifted away from the touch. But since Adonis poked both sides, he couldn’t exactly move away from the sensation.

“Eek!” Souma squeaked so adorably!! It was so cute!

Adonis started to lightly scratch the bones of his ribcage, making sure to drill into the divots between each one. While counting every single one of them. Boy, was Adonis being a little shit to someone who build up the courage to even walk into his room with a whole lee mood. Souma just wanted him to shut up, he didn’t ask to be teased and tickled, just tickled. Though, something about Adonis teasing him sparked his interest, he absolutely loves feeling this way. Teasing is a form of a cute play to Souma, and with the teasing, it’s just to show that he is a very sensitive bean that needs to be wrecked with the tickles he wants, and the tickles he’s getting. Adonis continued his pattern on the man’s ribcage, making sure Souma won’t forget how Adonis tortured him to his liking.

“Oh, do you like it here?~” Adonis cooed as he drilled into the divot right between his bottom and second to the bottom ribs.

“AGH!! Ahahhahahahah, AHAHAhahahaha, Adonihihihihis!!” Souma was losing his mind, but in a way that felt good.

“That wasn’t a no~” Adonis continued his assault on the latter’s divots and ribs.

“Ihihihit wasn’t a yehehehes either!”

“Well, considering you’re not saying the safe word right now, you want me to keep going?”

“Uhuhuhuhug, quihihit asking me thahahaht!” Souma began to squirm more violently every time Adonis tickled between his upper ribs and chest. “GAH!! Mohohohove DohohoWN! MOVE DOWN!!” He came more frantic when the ler wiggled his fingers upwards.

“Move down? Guess what ever you’re hiding from me, is your death spot?” Adonis pulled his fingers out that was being wedged between Souma’s arms. Waiting for him to answer his question, but Souma just ignored him with a redden face. “I’m gonna take your silence as a yes. Don’t worry, I’m gonna tickle that place last~” Damnit Adonis, why do you gotta be so keen on things like this?

Instead the latter moved to his hip bones, using his thumbs to rub deep circles in them. This caused some type of reaction from Souma, “AHHAHAHA!!! ADONIS!!! PleheheAHAHAHse!!”

“You know I’m getting mixed signals from you? You asked me to tickle you, then you act like you don’t want me to? What is it that you want me to do? I want you to beg for it~” Adonis had that deep asmr voice for that last sentence. It’ll make anyone jump to their knees if he asked them to beg for it in that tone. And Souma melted right there. “Get on your knees and beg”? Shit, Souma would kiss his feet if asked too. But he needs to focus on the matter at hand, ‘trying not to pass out from the torture’.

Adonis continued his assault on his hips. Squeezing them while he rubs inside the dents with his thumbs. “Now, what is it gonna be? Will you say the safeword or are you gonna let me continue exploiting your weak spots?”

“Gahahahahha, you are ehehehhevil!!” Souma whined and writhered, though he’s not making any grave reactions to stop the torment, so this is Adonis’s sign to keep going, till he pleads for mercy.

“I know you don’t mean that, Souma. I mean look at us, I’m making you ask for tickles, and you get your tickles. It’s a win win situation.” Adonis picked up his movement, making Souma see stars.

“Gahahahhaahah!! ADOHOHOHONIS!! PLehehehAse!!” Souma doesn’t know what to do. Part of him is telling him to scream sushi, the other part is telling him to wait it out till he really can’t take it anymore.

“Doo, dee, doo, Souma, your reactions is giving me life. I love playing with these squishy hips you have, and your sensitive innie and your delicate ribs and your soft stomach and your ticklish sides. It’s screaming ‘give me attention’ which I am.” God, does Adonis have an off switch? Souma never knew how flustered one can be at getting teased, guess he holds the world record of being embarrassed towards one’s amusement. Honestly, he would rather give the award to someone else, he doesn’t like getting teased, especially when Adonis does it.

Adonis moved upwards on his stomach, so he can get Souma’s thighs, and inner thighs. He turned around so he was facing his bottom half, creating anxiety for the one who’s about to get tickled. “Mmmm~ some meaty thighs you have. Do you mind if I… squeeze them?” Adonis grabbed both of Souma’s thighs in both hands and started squeezing rapidly.

“AHAHAHAHHA!!! SHIHIHIHITTT!!! LIHIHIHIGHT TICKLES PLEHEHEASE!!”

“Oh, right. I’m sorry, kinda got lost in the moment of your cute laughter. How about this?” Adonis kneaded his inner thighs with his thumbs.

It still tickled like hell, but it was way better than the tickling Adonis just did. “Ahahahaha, ihihihit still tihihihihickles.”

“Look who got a call from Harvard. Of course it’s gonna tickle, I’m kinda tickling you right now.” Adonis kept his kneading in place while still being sarcastic. Souma started giggling more due to the comment he made.

“Fuhuhuhuhuck, ihihihit tickles so bahahahhahd.” Souma dialed down his movements because somehow Adonis made the tickling feel good while it still feels ticklish. And it was the best feeling he has ever felt.

Adonis used two fingers to knead the part by his genitals and thighs. So long the good ticklish feeling…

“DAhahhahahamnit!! Whyhyhhyhy, it has juhuhuhuhust started to feheheheheheel nice.” Souma whined, picking up his movements with wildly kicking legs.

“Woah, watch those legs Tarzan, you could seriously injure me.” Adonis kept up his kneading at the said spot that tickled like hell. “Now, for your death spot.”

‘Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, please not there Adonis!!! I beg of you!!’ Souma repeated in his head, but not actually saying those words bc he doesn’t know if he should say the safe word or if Souma should continue to see how ticklish it can be. He chose the last one, no surprise there.

“Listen to me, Souma,” Adonis got off his waist, freeing his arms just to sit back down while cuffing his face, forcing Souma to look at him. “If you can keep your arms up before the timer hits zero, I’ll reward you with anything your heart desires. If you don’t, then I’m gonna have to punish you~ And trust me, you don’t want that.” Adonis got his phone out, and set the timer for 30 seconds. “I know this is your worst spot, so I’m cutting the timer in half. Even if you make it past 15 seconds, then that’s an achievement and I won’t punish you. Now arms up.”

Souma was hesitant, like really hesitant, but he complied, keeping his arms stretched up above his head. He started sweating through his shirt, he was so nervous. “Ok, h-hurry up.”

“Alright, but now that you know, you can always end this by saying ‘sushi’.”Adonis pushed start, and moved his hands towards the exposed armpits, but was brought back down before he made contact.

“Wahahahahahit, wait, wait, wait, wait. Let me prepare.” Souma giggled while squeezing his torso tightly. He “prepared” for a solid 15 seconds, until he was back in the game. “Go easy on me, Adonis, I’m sensitive.”

“Your ticklish, Souma, but whatever you say. Ok, let’s try this again, shall we?” Adonis restarted the timer and pushed start. This time he managed to touch his skin before Souma pulled it back down, squealing and covering his face with both hands.

“Ahahhahahahah, I’m sorry, I’m juhuhhuhst nervous!” Souma giggled out.

“Ok, ok, since I’m nice, I’ll give you one more chance. If you break before I even start tickling you, I’m gonna count that as a lost and give you your punishment. Let’s redo this for the last time~” Adonis restarted the timer once more, and finally made contact, scribbling the hollows of his underarms.

“AGHAHAHHAHAHA!!! ADOHOHOHOONIS!! AHAHHAHAHA!! PLEASE!!” Souma wished he had powers to make the seconds go by faster, but everytime he looked at the phone, it seem like it was going by slower.

“5 seconds, Souma~ can you last another 10 before you give up?” Adonis asked with a hint of malicious in his voice.

“SHIHIHIT!!! IHIHIHI CAN’T!!! BUHUHUHUT I MUHUHUHUST!!” Souma arched his back, but managed to keep his armpits exposed. He kept jumping his waist up and down, to the point where Adonis had to physically put all his strength on top of him.

Adonis looked at the timer and noticed he was 20 seconds in, but he just wanted to see how long Souma can last for, so he kept that information to himself. Though, 5 seconds after, he gave up. “OKAHAHAHHAY, OKAY!! SUHUHUHUSHI!!! STOHOHOP! IHIHIHI CAN’T!!” Souma slamed his arms down, while recovering after the phantom tickles.

“Hahahah,” Adonis wasn’t even the one who got tickled, and he seemed out of breath, probably all the bull riding. He got off of Souma, laying next to him on the bed. “Congrats, Souma! You managed to stand a total of 25 seconds, that’s more than my expectations I had of you. Didn’t think you had it in ya, impressive. Guess I’ll give you a reward, what will it be?” Adonis asked, but was accompanied by silence. He turned to look at Souma, realizing he was fast asleep. Adonis laid back down, giggling softly to himself. “Just remember, never be scared to ask me to tickle you, I won’t judge you, I think it’s rather cute, haha. Anyways, I’m gonna go sleep on the couch, you can sleep in here. Not that you’ll take no as an answer.” Adonis got up softly as to not wake up the sleeping one, and made a comfortable place on the couch for himself. As the room filled with Adonis’s snores, they both fell asleep with their needs tended to.

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

So I have a singular brain cell and thought this anon was just asking if they could ask me whatever abt the OrangeJuiceVerse (btw YALL pls do) I went back and saw that they were asking me to say whatever bs for that au SO!!!

Here’s a kinda sad thing that got me in Wife Jail with neen last night bc we were talking abt it.

So in chapter 5 of Broken Bottles From Apartment 2, when Stan and Tweek are having their heart to heart, Stan mentions what Rock Bottom meant to him. I’m putting a cut here bc it may get to be a Lot

So, OJV Stan stopped drinking at 25, the week after Kyle’s birthday. He’d been through bouts of excessive drinking before, sure, but always in secret, always hiding the extent of it from Kyle.

Like, Stan would openly have a drink with Ky while they’re hanging out, they’ll get wine drunk together and make out, but Stan, when he gets really bad with the drinking, hides. He doesn’t want Kyle to worry. And Kyle knows SOMETHING is up, and he’s like looking up what could be going on until this one fucking day:

So the boys are hangin out watching a movie, Stan has a beer on the coffee table but he’s also had a few too many pulls from his hidden bottle, and he (this is very unusual for him) doesn’t notice the early warning signs of Kyle starting to not feel so good. Like Ky’s starting to move a little sluggishly and sweating despite complaining about being cold, and NORMALLY Stan’s first instinct is to ask his SBF if he’s checked his blood sugar, because for the most part they can catch a low before it gets to where his monitor is beeping. But Kyle’s not paying attention to his body, and Stan is a lot more drunk than he thought he was.

So Kyle’s like “oh fucking goddamnit” and Stan springs up to make the ever specific KMBS (if you’re not familiar with this au, the KMBS (Kyle Matthew Broflovski Special) is orange juice in a very specific nostalgia inducing T&P cup with EXACTLY seven ice cubes (bc Ky claims to not be superstitious but 7 is the biblical number of perfection and completion) and a sprinkle of salt). The problem is, Stan is super fucking drunk. He pours the juice, cracks the salt, starts dropping the ice in, and then he can’t remember how many go in. And that fucking SCARES HIM. Like he knows the sbf inside and out. He’s supposed to know. And he falls over the kitchen counter SOBBING and Kyle gets up like “oh my God WHAT dude what’s the matter” but Kyle’s dexcom starts beeping at him and he’s still on the verge of a low so he’s gently pulling Stan to the floor with him (bc he cannot safely be standing). They’re on the kitchen floor and Kyle is yanking the fridge open to grab a Gatorade and he hates the red Gatorade but he’s so mad that his monitor is loudly announcing itself and he is trying to stabilize himself and forcing Stan to drink some bc you can’t drink and cry at the same time. “Dude, sweetheart, what is it” and they’re pulled into each other like MAGNETS!! And Stan is so goddamn upset like THIS ENDS HERE!! He wants to always remember how to make Kyle’s *Cartman voice* “nostalgic asshole drink”

So they’re cuddled together on the floor, Moose the cat is climbing between them, Stan is confessing EVERYTHING and Kyle’s feeling so guilty for not knowing, like this is their rock bottom, collectively, bc Kyle will follow Stan even when he goes down. Ky once his blood sugar stops being fucked immediately starts looking at resources and detox facilities. Like by GOD he’s gonna get Stan better. It isn’t until days later that Stan’s over the worst and the real healing can start.

There’s a shattered trust there, because Kyle completely trusted that his partner wouldn’t have a hidden liquor stash, and he’s had panic attacks just thinking about how he didn’t know. But once that trust is rebuilt, it’s SO FUCKING STRONG!!! And Stan was really hesitant about AA, but that first meeting he found out some of the group does a camping retreat in the summer and that helped lmao king shit.

It’s also not hard for Kyle to understand Stan’s mentality with his alcoholism. Like OJV Kyle is a recovered anorexic, and in a way, both are addictions. Both are a slippery slope. He is Stan’s ROCK during the time he’s adjusting to sobriety, like there’s milestone stickers on the wall calendar and every day of no poison in Stan’s system is a celebration! Stan quickly stops craving it and gets really emotional thinking about all the time he wasted over the years, but that’s okay! Because no matter what, he’s still got Kyle, and that’s never changing. Moose eventually stops eyeing the pocket of Stan’s robe (where he hid the bottles) suspiciously.

Their relationship is seriously so much stronger for all of this. Kyle is so proud of Stan every day. The communication is better, the trust is more instinctual than even before, and Stan never again forgets that it’s seven ice cubes.

(OJV Stan’s sobriety is really important to me ok)

Can we have anything you want on OJverse? It's my hyperfixation rn

YES DEAR GOD HOLY SHIT!!! Any and ALL THINGS!!!

OJV is quite literally my favorite of my aus and I have so ridiculously many out there so that’s saying something dude I have ENDLESS lore and I LOVE getting asked things so any questions you have SEND EM MY WAY <3

[citruslllad]

dad said it’s MY turn to project my stims onto the autistic character

[creamymilkk]

Could you do a one where the reader and Vance we're together and the reader was killed by the grabber before Vance. And the reader trys to help Vance escape and stay safe from the grabber when he gets kidnapped (and Vance can communication with the reader through the phone like Finney did but he can also see them bc when he turned around while still on the phone bc he heard a voice which was the readers and he also finds out the reader was murdered by the grabber and gets pissed)but the reader ends up failing to protect him and Vance died too and they can finally be together again?

⋆·˚ ༘ * ♡. 📞 I promise. 📞 .♡

༉‧₊˚ #Vance Hopper x reader

. ˚₊ ꒱ Pairing/Pairings: Vance Hopper and GN! Reader.

༉‧₊˚ -Format: imagine.

× &﹕Summary: You try your hardest to get Vance out of here.

×﹕♺ AUTHOR’S NOTE(S): I loved this idea! Btw Im trying to catch up in requests so requests are going to be slow.

masterlist | Requests: OPEN

Vance's eyes slowly opened and his whole body felt like shit. His head hurt like crazy when his eyes fully opened. He was in an unknown place, he got up. Vance saw him.

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?” He yelled out to the unknown man with a weird-looking devil mask. Until it hit him. It was the grabber. The person that took away his lover.

“It’s too late for yelling.” The grabber calmly stated. He was holding a plate, he put the plate on the floor. It was shitty-looking eggs and a soda bottle.

“Where the hell am I?” “In my basement.” He started looking at him.

“Just eat.” “I’m not fucking eating that,” Vance said to the grabber disgusted and mad.

“Oh, your problem. You are already down here. “ The grabber went to the basement door. Vance was in disbelief, how did he get kidnapped by him?

He was stronger than the grabber he knew that. He beaten up three kids in under 2 minutes. He was just mad and confused until he turned around. There was a black phone.

‘How dumb is he?’ Vance thought. The grabber already knew what he was doing and thinking about. “The phone doesn’t work. It hasn’t worked since I was a kid.”

With that being said, he closed the door. For the first time in his life, he truly felt hopeless. He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know what to say. He looked at the food next to the bed.

He wasn’t going to eat the eggs or the soda. He didn’t care if he was going to starve to death.

Two days. For two days, his face was coated in dirt. His jacket was slowly losing its color, his once white shirt. Was covered with mud and blood. This was the third day, yesterday he tried punching the grabber but that ended horribly. He got beaten.

He would try and kill him. He wanted to snap his neck, he wanted to kill him. For them.

He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to fight but he couldn’t. Just not yet, he wanted to fight him when the time is just right. His thoughts were all over the place.

RING RING RING.

‘Was that? That couldn’t be..’ he quickly got off the bed and went to the phone. He was right, the phone was ringing. ‘What? How?’ He picked up the phone.

He put it next to his ear, it was just sadistic. Fucking. Sadetic. He thought he could have escaped. The grip of the phone tightened. He smashed the phone back into its place when he was about to turn around.

RING RING RING.

He turns around, ‘I swear to god.’ He picked up the phone. It was sadetic until he heard a faint “Hello?” “Hello?!?” He almost yelled into the phone. Maybe he could escape, his eyes almost lightened up.

“Hello.” The line was more clear and he couldn’t believe what he heard. It was y/n. The person he loves. “Y/n? Baby.” He said, his voice cracking. He couldn’t believe his ears. “Vance? It’s been forever..” you spoke in a sweet gentle voice.

“Y/n… I can’t believe it’s you..” he said, his voice breaking. “Y/n… I remember.” You said almost forgetting your name.

Before Vance could say anything, the phone disconnected. “Y/n!” He was about to cry. “You can’t talk to the dead.” That voice.

He turned around and it was him. “Stay the fuck away from me.” “Oh don’t worry. I just wanted to check up on you.” He stated.

“You’ve done your check-up! Go.” He said to the grabber in an angry tone.

“If I need to.” The grabber turn around and walked out of the basement.

Vance was about to cry until he noticed the door unlocked. ‘That fucking idiot.’ He thought. Quickly went to the door and when he was about to open it.

RING RING RING.

It was ringing. It’s y/n. He ran to the phone and picked it up, “hello?” “Don’t go upstairs. He’s waiting.” You spoke out.

“What?” “He didn’t say you could leave. If you do, he will punish you. With hitting you with that belt. It hurts like hell.” You said.

“Did he hit you..?” He said to you, Vance turned around and there was you. Standing in front of him.

Your hair was a mess, the outfit was covered in dirt and blood. A lot of blood and your eyes were gone. Blood dripped out of them. You were a mess.

“Y/n..?” He mumbled out.

“You could see me?” You said in the same soft voice. “Yeah… I can.” Vance answered, still holding the phone.

“Did he hit you.” He asked you again. “He did much more than that.” You walked close to him.

“He killed me. I tried to escape.. I really tried Vance.” You cupped his cheek with your hand.

Your once warm and gentle hand was now cold. Since soft and gentle, he wanted to kill that asshole.

“I'm going to kill him! I swear.” Vance said in an angry tone. He looked at you, almost crying out of anger.

“Don’t worry about me Vance… I promise I will help you escape.” You always cared about other people, when he found out you were gone. He was such a crying mess, he wished that he was there to help you. To protect you. To hug you. To tell you that everything will be okay.

“For right now, don’t go upstairs. He’s waiting, Vance. Eat. That food won’t hurt you.” With that. You were gone, he wished he could have talked to you more. But he will listen to you. He will kill that mother fucker. For you.

He quickly got the plate with eggs and soda. He ate the food fast, he almost forgot that he was straving. He drank the soda, even though the Grabber food tasted like shit. He was hungry.

Vance was just sitting down, thinking of what you said. ‘I promise I will help you escape.’ He couldn’t believe that you were protecting him. He wanted so badly to see you or even talk about what happened. He got up, and picked up the phone.

“Y/n.. please answer. I just wanna talk to you. Even just to hear your voice. Please.” He begged. He still heard nothing.

He let out a sigh, and was about to lay on the dirty so called ‘bed’ until..

RING RING RING.

he almost jumped to the phone, he picked up the phone. “Y/n?” “Hey Vance.” You spoke. He turned around and you were there.

“What happened? Do you remember anything?” He questioned you. “It’s all a blur. All I know is what happened here. I do remember you.” You said looking at him.

“I swear that this won’t happen to you.” you spoke to him.

“I love you, Vance.” “I love you too,” Vance said still crying and smiling.

2 weeks. He did everything you told him to, he just wanted to get out of this hell. Today was the day to kill that fucking jackass. The one that did this to you. The one that took your life. The grabber was taking his time.

He couldn’t wait to hear him scream and beg him for his life. Vance was waiting and hiding behind the walls. That’s when the grabber opened the door with the plate of eggs and soad like always done. Vance swears every time the eggs get grosser. “Breakfast Tim-“ he was cut off. “TODAY IS THE DAY MOTHERFUCKER.”

When Vance quickly punched him in the face, the plate of eggs dropped before they both knew it. They were fighting. Vance was fighting like he never had before. He really wanted to kill him. Until the grabber got some pole laying around and hit him right in the face. Vance quickly falled back.

His nose was broken and bleeding ALOT. Everything was getting blurry, “Naughty boy.” He chuckled. Vance turned his head and saw you. You were standing crying.

Then everything went black.

He worked up and was somewhere he didn’t remember being. ‘Where the hell is this?’ He thought to himself. “Vance..?” He turned around and saw you.

“Y/n..” You quickly ran into Vance’s arms, hugging him tight. You quickly started crying, “I’m s-sorry Vance’s. I broke my promise.” “It’s okay.” Vance said to you.

“It’s not. You should be outside and enjoying life.” You cried out. “Baby…y/n.” He said to you,

You look deeply into his baby ocean eyes. “I don’t care about that. I don’t care. All I want is to be with you for the rest of my life.” He spoke to you.

“I love you.” With that you two kissed.

[mochikage]

avoiding him  |  iwaizumi.

i made these into hcs bc i forgot how easy they were <3 

As much as you hate to admit it, Iwaizumi was almost as popular as Oikawa. The only difference between the two is that Oikawa looked welcoming and not at all intimidating. He didn’t have the resting bitch face that his best friend did. 

You loved Hajime, he’s been your neighbor and good friend since the two of you were in elementary school. So many sleepovers with him and Oikawa with coordinated jammies. 

You were bound to have feelings for one of them at some point. It was unavoidable. You just wished it was Oikawa. He would have been so much easier to confess to. Liar. You’re just a pussy and any other option seems better at this point. 

So, long story short, you have a crush on your childhood friend, how cliche

You’re able to ignore your feelings for the most part. It’s not like the two of you spent too much time alone. Usually, Oikawa would be there on your walks home or when you would hang out but the times that he wasn’t, you really felt like your nerves would cause you to combust

Things go well, until your stomach started feeling funny even when Oikawa was there. Until you started blushing when Iwaizumi was just standing by you. 

So, you did what any young dumb honey bun in your situation would od

You started avoiding your best friends 

You stopped showing up to the practices to watch them play (you mostly did your homework and waited for Oikawa and Iwaizumi to be done so you can all walk home together)

of course this doesn’t go unnoticed by either of your best friends

but you don’t give them the chance to confront you

Iwaizumi has tried calling you almost every day or tried to facetime you to see if you wanted to do homework together (which was really just the two of you doing your homework but being on the phone together) 

You denied all of his calls

Oikawa was not as easy to give up, especially seeing how it’s affecting his best friend both mentally and on the court 

Oikawa knows Iwaizumi likes you, even if Iwaizumi doesn’t know it yet

and he’s starting to suspect you like him too, especially with how react differently seeing Oikawa alone in the halls vs with when he’s with Iwaizumi. He’s never seen you move so quickly in the opposite direction

Oikawa himself is starting to get anxious because the qualifiers for nationals is coming up and he needs Iwaizumi at his BEST.

and he misses his two best friends all hanging out with him :(

After a month, Iwaizumi has HAD IT. He is FED UP(tm) 

He was fed up with spending alone time with Oikawa. He was fed up with walking to and from school with only Oikawa. And he was fed up with not seeing your stupid cute face everyday. He’s over it. 

He wakes up extra early one morning so he is able to go on his run and get ready for school. He goes to wait outside your house because he knows you’ve been leaving early to avoid them. To avoid him >:(

He waits there for maybe half an hour before you’re rushing out the door. You don’t see him at first, not until you hear his voice.

“Hey stranger.”

He would laugh at your reaction if he wasn’t so bothered by your behavior in the last month or so

“Iwa...hi..” You’re basically the shocked Pikachu face

You start walking to school and he can tell you’re really nervous, so instead of bombarding you with questions, he decides to check how you’re doing first because he’s a sweet guy deep down who cares about you (part of the reason he was worried about you was because you might not have been doing well mentally and he just wanted to be there for you)

You tell him you’ve been really busy with school that you just needed some time to yourself to sort out your feelings for him 

And he’s so understanding it’s frustrating. It’s frustrating because even after avoiding him for weeks, he’s still going to be the shoulder you can cry on

“So..I have a big game today and it would really mean a lot for me if you were there for emotional support..” Iwaizumi shoves his hands in his pocket and looks away from you, at a distant store to see if he could get the blush on his cheeks to go away before you notice it

You agree to go, promise him that you’ll be there because it really is the least you could do 

You keep your promise and show up to the game. Oikawa sees you in the stands and waves your way, making every girl around you scream. Iwaizumi does the same, making more of them scream. 

You sigh, listening to them talk about how good they looked. Not even how well they were playing or how impressive their plays were. 

You did see Oikawa and Iwaizumi make a play that you knew they’ve been practicing since their first year together

and you couldn’t help but stand up and cheer for them, screaming so loud that your voice cracked

to make things even better, that play is what got them their victory to qualify

Iwaizumi is high off adrenaline and is looking for you through the crowds descending from the bleachers

His smile widens when he makes eye contact with you and he starts making his way to you. And his smile starts to hurt when he finally is able to give you a hug. It’s cut far too short for his liking, and he contemplates using his strength to force the hug longer but with your behavior lately, he decides against it 

Before he can process your words, you’re saying goodbye to him 

It takes him a total of seven seconds to realize that you were walking away from him, again

He shakes his head and runs out after you because he seriously cannot handle another month like the past one

He stops you before you can reach the gates of the school

“Okay, Y/N. This is ridiculous. Why are you so upset? Did I do something to you? Did someone say something? Is there a problem?” 

He’s surprised when you yank your arm from his grasp

“Yes, you’re the problem!” 

he takes a step back from you and before he can think anything else, you continue

“I don’t mean it like that, it’s just...” Your heart is starting to pound in your chest and you’re starting to get really nervous because is now really the time to tell him why you’ve been avoiding him?

“How else do you mean it then? Because you’ve been avoiding me this past month and I’m starting to miss you, you know.” 

And before you know it, you’re crying

Iwaizumi is so confused but he hates seeing you cry

“Y/N, please just tell me what I need to do to fix this. I just want you back in my life.”

“I need space, Hajime. I want to sort my feelings out.”  You finally come out to say it and you’re avoiding eye contact with him 

“Feelings?”

You look up at him with tear stained cheeks and he hopes to never see you like this again. You only nod

“Feelings about me?”

You nod again

“Negative feelings?” He almost doesn’t want to ask in the case that you confirm what he’s been scared off this past month losing you 

When you shake your head he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding 

“What kind of feelings, Y/N?” He whispers, praying that he’s about to hear the words he’s been dying to hear since your first year of high school

“Do I have to spell it out for you?” You mumble at him, staring at your feet. 

He crosses his arms and you have to force yourself not to stare at his biceps. “Yeah, actually for making me feel like shit this past month. I think it’s the least you could do.” He reaches a hand out to gently wipe your eyes and face, moving his fingers from your cheeks to your chin. He gently pulls your chin up to make you looks at him. “Tell me” he whispers

“Promise things won’t change if I say anything?” 

He almost laughs, because for him the best case scenario between the two of you, things WILL  change. He nods, just for your own sake. He’s praying this conversation goes where he wants, no, where he needs it ot go

“I like you Hajime.”

The way your bottom lip is trembling is making it so tempting for him to just lean down and kiss you, kiss all your worries away

“That was the issue?” He teases, hoping to make you feel better about the situation

“Yes. Will you please let me go wallow in self pity now?”

“No. I’m taking you on a date.” He says so casually, stopping any more tears that escape your lash line with his thumb. Your jaw opens and closes, unsure of what to even say. Was he being serious?

Iwaizumi chuckles to himself at your dumbfounded expression. He leans closer to you. “Can I kiss you now or do I have to wait for that later?”

A smile tugs at your lips and you’re the first to lean in to the kiss, a kiss that’s been at least two years overdue. He’s savoring every moment of this kiss, memorizing the way your lips slot perfectly against his, the rhythm that you set, the way you hum into it happily when he pulls you closer by your waist. 

He curses his lungs for not being able to hold out any longer. He pulls away slowly, smiling to see you chase the kiss to make it last just a little bit longer

“Now that feels like a victory to me.” He says, beaming down at you

[realcube]

you flinch during an argument

navi | masterlist | taglist 

thank you to anon for this request 

characters ♡ suna, atsumu & sakusa

content warning ♡ cursing, angst, mentions of abuse, hurt to comfort, hinted ptss, parent!reader (in sakusa’s)

rintarō suna

♡ he paced back and forth through the living room, casting you dirty looks whenever you try to speak 

♡ you rolled your eyes at how far he took your singular comment on his volleyball career

♡ you were aware that what you said might’ve offended him and in any other situation you would’ve just apologised but considering how needlessly confrontational he was being, of course you were going to be mean too

♡ ‘rin, you’re being overdramatic.’ you muttered off-handedly, assuming he’d brush it off like everything else you said, so ofc you did not expect what he did next

♡ he suddenly stormed over to you 

♡ not only did he take you by surprise but also his furrowed brows and generally mad aura unnerved you too, so your natural instinct was to flinch 

♡ once he saw that, he immediately stopped in his tracks 

♡ his head slowly tilted to the side and his clenched jaw loosened, ‘(y/n)?’

♡ your hands were still covering your face but when you heard the suna’s soft voice, you realised what you had just done and craned your neck out to peer over your hands, ‘yes?’

♡ obviously, his intention wasn’t to hurt you but rather just stand in front of you. though it worried him that your natural instinct was to prepare yourself for harm from him. despite the fact he would/has never hit you. 

♡ ‘are you okay?’ he sighed, slowly approaching you as if you were a small critter that’d run away in fright at any moment

♡ you hesitantly lowered your arms, eyes wide as you intensely examined his every move, ‘i’m fine. are you okay?’

♡ suna gestured to the seat beside you on the couch, ‘i’m good. can i sit?’

♡ you simply nodded

♡ he reluctantly sat down next to you and gently placed his hand on your knee, tracing circles with his thumb, ‘i didn’t mean to scare you. i’m sorry.’ he said, his now hushed voice contrasting to how sharp and loud his words were just a minute ago

♡ you blinked rapidly, shocked at how quickly his demeanour changed but also relieved he realised that what he did brought you discomfort, ‘it’s fine, i guess. it just looked like you were going to- y’know. and i’m sorry too, what i said was uncalled for’ you murmured, the words just falling from your lips without any prior thought as your mind was somewhere else

♡ ‘i’d never do that.’ he blurted out, ‘but i get why you might’ve thought.’

♡ a few minutes passed and not a word was spoken - you just blankly stared at the wall opposite, completely lost in thought while suna closed his eyes, slumped back in his seat and revaluated everything he did 

♡ eventually, you snapped out of your contemplation and turned to look at him, only to see his sleeping figure beside you 

♡ it was probably the most peaceful you’ve saw him all day - so you decided against waking him up and instead cuddled up to him, accidentally falling asleep yourself 

atsumu miya

♡ you had your arms crossed over your chest, patiently waiting for atsumu to finish his hissy fit

♡ ‘it was a fucking joke, (y/n)! not that i’d expect you to understand my humour anyway. do you not get what you did? you fucking embarrassed me.’

♡ ‘it wasn’t a very funny joke, atsumu.’ you shook your head disapprovingly, trying your very best to keep a level-head but his nasty remarks didn’t make it an easy task for you, ‘you made me really uncomfortable so of course i was going to say something. also, i didn’t embarrass you, you embarrassed yourself.’

♡ the fact you weren’t as worked-up about this as he was only irritated him more. because deep-down, he knew he was being overdramatic and the contrast between both of your demeanours only highlighted this fact.

♡ he gritted his teeth together, momentarily side-eyeing you before absentmindedly cracking his knuckles

♡ he cracked his bones when he got tense - you knew this - but there was a faint voice at the back of your head, insisting that you had to run away bc he was preparing to hit you 

♡ and it didn’t help when he jerked his head around to look at you 

♡ though it was only the movement of his neck, this caused you to flinch as a part of you expected his hasty motion to be followed by a swing of his hand 

♡ you never really thought too much of your action and assumed atsumu would pay no mind to it and continue to talk but you couldn’t have been more wrong

♡ he slapped his hand over his mouth and let out gasp as though his whole soul was exiting his body through his mouth

♡ your eyes were squeezed shut but you blinked them open to see when you mentally established that atsumu wasn’t going to swing at you and had actually stopped yelling

♡ ‘(y/n)- i’d- i’d never do that!’ the volume of his voice gradually rose as he spoke, starting as breathy emphasis and increasing to a cry

♡ upon noticed his appalled expression and his frozen structure, you dropped your arms which you had automatically raised in defence, ‘you’d never do what?’  you voice was hushed, afraid that if you spoke too loud, you’d reignite his temper

♡ he rushed over to your side, immediately opening up his strong arms for you to enter, if you wished, ‘i’d never hit you.’

♡ both his eyes and tone seemed sincere so without even thinking, you found yourself leaning into his embrace, his arms holding you close - but gently

♡ you really had no reason not to believe him as he’s never harmed you purposely in the past and he didn’t plan on harming you just there; he didn’t even plan on intimidating you but that kinda just happened involuntarily

♡ he had so much on his mind, so much he needed so say at once, so much he wanted you to know. hence, it all came out as rambles. 

♡ ‘i love you, (y/n). i love you so much. i don’t want anyone to hurt you - including myself. i just want you to feel safe - i want you to be safe - so i’ll leave if you don’t feel that way with me around. i can understand why you wouldn’t. but heh, i guess it’s quite funny because i feel the safest when i’m with you. well, it’s not funny - i’m actually gonna miss you like hell - but it’s ironic. i wouldn’t even dream of harming you, love, but i don’t expect you to live in fear constantly so yeah, i’ll go if you want me to.’

♡ you blinked rapidly against his chest, pulling back to look him in the eyes and to your surprise, he appeared to be in more tears than you

♡ ‘i love you too, atsumu.’ you cooed, wiping away one of his tears with your shivering hand, ‘we don’t have to break-up. i mean, truthfully, i feel safe when you’re around too.’

♡ he let out an audible sigh of relief, ‘thank goodness.’

♡ a few moments passed of you just silently enjoying the feeling of being wrapped up in his arms until he spoke up once again while placing an infintite amount of kisses on your forehead, punctuating each kiss with an ‘i love you.’

kiyoomi sakusa

♡ he was sitting beside you on the bed but he had long before withdrew his arm which rested behind your head when you expressed your concern surrounding his hostile behaviour lately 

♡ ‘omi, i’m too ti--’

♡ ‘don’t call me that.’

♡ you sighed as you realised that this had spiralled into a heated fight which you really didn’t intend for it to become. all you wanted to do was talk to him about how rude he’s been to you and the baby as of recently and try to work out a solution but he had turned this into something way bigger than it needed to be.

♡ the remarks he was throwing around - as if they were nothing - resulted in a wrath bubbling in the pits of your stomach, which had been present and building up since the start of sakusa’s attitude problems 

♡ you knew that if this argument didn’t stop soon, you’d lash out on him and although you really didn’t have a problem with that in theory, you had spent hours trying to get the baby to fall asleep and you didn’t want to risk waking them up with the noise 

♡ and though you hated to give sakusa (mental) praise in a situation like this, you had to admit that he was good at keeping his voice down even while angry

♡ so you decided that it was best to diffuse this situation quickly and pick it up at a later date, ‘you know what, kiyoomi--’

♡ ‘don’t call me that either.’ at this point it was clear he was just saying that to piss you off, and it was working

♡ ‘--i’m going to bed; i’m tired from doing all the work in this damn house. we’ll talk about this later.’

♡ sakusa quirked a brow, scoffing at your statement despite the fact it was completely true 

♡ ‘no, let’s talk about it right now. since you clearly have a lot to say.’ 

♡ instead of replying, you gave him what he deserved - the silent treatment

♡ you casually pulled off your slippers, tossing them aside, proceeding to do other nightly activities - while completely ignoring his presence - then reached down to pull the duvet over yourself so you could drift into sweet, serene slumber to imagine a life where sakusa acted like loved you again  

♡ ‘(y/n).’ sakusa snapped, his voice sharp and demanding, ‘listen to me. talk to me- god, you’re so immature.’

♡ your eyes widened; out of the corner of your eye you saw him quickly raise his arm

♡  during your three years of marriage with sakusa, not once had he ever purposefully harmed you - physically or emotionally - but you were aware that what you were doing displeased him so your immediate reaction was to turn away and shield yourself with your forearms

♡ sakusa froze

♡ moments passed and you had yet to feel the impact of his hand so you lowered your defences to peer at him, only to see that his arm was stretched upwards as he yawned

♡ his gaze flickered between you and his arm - he was truly at a loss for words at what he just witnessed

♡ a lump formed at the back of his dry throat as he didn’t dare to speak, trying to communicate all his emotions through his eyes which grew increasingly difficult as they began to burn with tears and ache from the elongated period of time he went without blinking 

♡ he wanted to tell you that he’d never lay an finger on you in that way, that he adores you and he was aware of how he’s been treating you recently but he was previously too arrogant to change his ways. now he was ready to change though, if it’s not too late. 

♡ but all that came out was a choked syllable followed by a cough 

♡ ‘are you okay, omi?’ you tilted your head, watching as your husband coughed his lungs out beside you, his puffy, irritated eyes squeezed shut

♡ he eventually managed to catch his breath and the first thing he did was offer his shaky hand to you 

♡ though you were reluctant at first, upon meeting his gaze, it was as though his fury had melted away. his eyebrows were no longer knitted together, his judgemental sneer was now a gentle smile he wore to try reassure you and the way he looked at you resembled how he did on your wedding day. all the resentment, all the stress and all irritation was gone - which left you with the considerate, understanding man you had married. 

♡ you fingers found their way to his as you slowly intertwined them together, ‘we should, uh, g-get some rest, yeah?’ you stuttered, your lips gradually curling into a weak grin

♡ a faint hum of agreement could be heard from sakusa as he shuffled so he was now laying down, with a duvet draped over him 

♡ though he lay with the intention of going to sleep, he kept his hand locked with yours all throughout the night

[angelguk]

OMg angst thoughts for jock couple...one of them (probably oc) most likely got stood up for a date bc jk has trainings so oc goes on a spiral thinking abt what if theyre just in this relationship cos its comfortable for them and like theyve known each other the longest and maybe theyre dating bc of some twisted ver of stockholm syndrome n oc gets all 😔😔💔😡 and starts ignoring jk for some time

i have been mulling over this for awhile (i think you also sent a follow-up angst ending but lets set the scene first shall we)

pairing: jock!jk and oc 

warnings: angst, poor communication, oc being insecure and jk being clueless (and kind of an asshole)

soundtrack: antidote by gas dapperton 

(titled — bite the hand that feeds the heart)

You’ve tapped your phone on roughly ten times now, narrowed eyes staring at the time with each lighting of your screen. Every minute that ticks by sinks deep into your heart, clawing something open there, ribs struggling to keep your feelings contained. But you can feel them swelling at the brim of your gaze, eyes blinking harsh under the subdued tawny glow of streetlights. You kick you shoes against the ground to speed up time, pressing your back into the hard brick wall behind you, searching for some sense of support. Even with your mindless excursions, the time still drags on, shifting from ten to fifteen to thirty idle minutes waiting for your lover. 

He turns the corner the second you decide to give up and go home.

“Hey!” Jeongguk’s hair dances in the night wind, delicate curls lifting gracefully. “Sorry–sorry! Coach kept us late for a team meeting and then Yoonoh wanted to borrow my notes and then I found out I had an essay due which I had no ide–”

“It’s okay.” You cut him off with an iciness, kicking yourself off the wall, your dark sweater coddling your frame. Autumn was seeping in, once vibrant green trees falling into hues amber and gold. This was your favourite season, the slow quiet onset of winter warming your heart. But that feeling is absent now, your face sent in a scowl as you trudge towards the nearest convenience store, eyes focused on the bright white luminescence of it not bothering to check if Jeongguk is following you.

You can’t see it but he’s staring at the back of your head strangely, lips twisting down with concern. 

When he grabs your arm, easily linking it with his, you nearly shrug him off. 

“Hey,” Jeongguk tries, tone ginger. “I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to be late, but today was he–”

“You could have texted.”

“I–I I know, I just for–”

“It’s fine, Jeongguk,” you snap, finally giving into the urge to shove him away. “It’s fine. You just keep doing this and I hate it.”

You steady walk forward is interrupted by him yanking you back, twisting you around to face him.

“Doing what? Is it my fault that I’m busy all the time?”

“No,” you spit. “I understand that. But you keep thinking I’m just gonna be around waiting for you forever, Jeongguk and that’s not fair!”

The sigh that drifts from his lips irks you. Like you’re the inconvenience to him when all you’ve done is rearrange your world to fit him at the centre. 

“God what is your issue? I’m late a couple times and suddenly I’m the villain?” His eyes are hard, jaw set like this has been stuck in his throat for a while and the words are ecstatic to be let out. 

“Literally fuck off,” it’s there already, the edge you’ve been slipping on since this all started. At first it was a quiet worry, mulling at the back of your head, but lately, ever since Chayoung opened her big fat mouth it’s grown louder. Insistent to be heard, demanding to break this gentle thing in your hands. “You’re being a dickhead right now.” 

“Me?” Jeongguk huffs. “You’re the one complaining about something useless.”

“Useless? My time is useless to you?” 

You see it flash in the honey of his eyes, quick enough that you might have missed it had you blinked. “What the hell is this about?” Jeongguk whispers. He’s reaching out for you, hands looking for an anchor. “Why are you so cryptic all the time? Why can’t you just tell me what the problem is?”

Maybe he’s right, because you’re not being honest here. But admitting it to him means admitting it to yourself and you’re too afraid to do that. Too afraid to lose the most precious thing to you, to your heart. 

“Cryptic? If you even fucking listened to me for one sec–”

“I do!” Jeongguk returns, eyes narrow. “You just say things and never mean them.”

That gets you, heart stopping dead in your chest. You suddenly wish you could take it all back; the kiss on the rooftop of his apartment, the nights you spent in his bed learning the taste of him, the murmurs of love you’d left on his skin. Because did they mean anything? Did you even truly love him?

That question burns in your head, splits your heart right open, bleeding through the cracks of your ribs. 

“You should go home,” you finally murmur. Jeongguk blanches, doe eyes wide. 

“What–what? Y/N what the hell are you talking about?”

“Go home,” you repeat, twisting your head away. You can’t look at him cause if you do you’ll cry and you don’t want Jeongguk to see you like that. He grabs your shoulder, you rip his hand away. “Go home, Jeongguk! I don’t want to talk to you right now.”

For second there’s a moment of silence, you take it and start walking forward, up the to convenience store.  A whisper in your head tells you he’ll follow, force you to talk to him, share the secrets mauling your heart. But then you hear the scrap of his sneakers against the pavement, fading away instead of drawing close. You walk until you’re at the top of the hill, frame illuminated by the stores bright lights. You look back then, hoping he’s still there. Your gaze finds an empty road instead, copper leaves skipping through the breeze. He’s gone, left you alone to drown in this, like the louder voice in your head knew he would.

[quixotin]

hi i come bearing humanitarian relief from optygami

so like, yikes huh?

I didn't expect all the angst and that last scene absolutely DESTROYED me in the worst possible way. Anywhoo, I was so unwell that I dreamt a follow-up. This is a new level of brainrot. So, without further ado welcoome to another edition of

bullet point fics that i'll probably never write but I need to get out of my system: post-Optygami edition

After Optygami, Chat pretends he's ok but he's actually quite sad that Ladybug didn't need him to defeat the Akuma. Even more so, that instead of going for him, she went for Rena and Carapace.

lol Milk Bar scene 2.0.

He tries to hide it, but unlike other things that make him sad like oh idk, his entire family life, this is new. And he can't hide it because Ladybug was the one person that never failed to make him feel needed and wanted.

So, he's at school and he's looking sad and Marinette notices. She kicks into Supporting Friend Mode the way she's done with Zoé, Juleka etc. and asks him what's wrong. Adrien at first doesn't want to say, but Marinette gives her one of her Motivational Speeches™️ and convinces him.

Adrien says that it's hard to explain, but he feels like someone really loves is pushing him to the side and he feels like he is not needed anywhere.

Marinette will very much Not Have That

So she starts telling him all the good things she sees in him and how everyone, especially her, is lucky to have him around. And girl ain't even blushing or stuttering.

"Adrien you're always so kind and compassionate to everyone, you always make time for us even though your Father is so strict with you. You're always willing to give everyone the benefit of doubt, even when they don't deserve it. You're a great friend"

Adrien high key is tearing up btw

And my boy is so starved for affection that he's just. He falls for her immediately??? He never realized Marinette saw him like that??

He feels so acknowledged???????

also Nino sees and he reassures him as well.

"Whoever this friend is can go take a hike if they don't value you, dude. smh I'll throw hands for you."

appreciate the i r o n y

THEN...

Alya figures out Adrien is Chat Noir and she has that oh no moment. Without telling Mari why, she is ADAMANT that she tells Chat immediately about everything that has been going on with the guardianship.

"Trust me Marinette. Just trust me. You NEED to tell Chat about these things."

Marinette confesses she had not told him because she knows he's going to be very angry at her that she relied on someone else in her hour of need and she's scared she might lose him because lesser things have made him doubt himself to the point of returning the ring.

"Alya you don't understand," she says crying. "I know him. I know this is is going to hurt him so much."

Alya, out of curiosity, asks why she came to her and not Chat when things got too heavy and Marinette explains the incident in Chat Blanc and how absolutely scared to the bone she is that it might happen again. Not because she wouldn't be able to fix it, but because she couldn't bear seeing Chat being hurt like that again.

Eventually Marinette gathers the courage to tell Chat Noir and of course he's sad, heartbroken, angry and no matter how much Ladybug tries to apologize or reassure him that she trusts him, he simply can't.

Chat says he understands that she needed to lean on someone and it's her right to choose who that is.

"Don't worry m'lady, I understand. But... I need some time off. After all, something tells me you'll make do even if i'm not there."

BIG OUCH 😃

Marinette is devastated and recognizes her mistake and understands she is in no position to ask Chat to be there but that doesn't help the fact she's absolutely heartbroken.

As a civilian, Adrien notices Marinette is sad and talks to her. Mari cries bc she says she made a terrible mistake and she managed to really hurt one of the friends she loves the most and is scared she lost them for good.

Adrien consoles her and tells her she did the right thing by coming clean to them, and that she should have faith in her friend bc "friends fight sometimes Mari, it's normal, right? They will come around. You were honest with them, and that's what matters. They'll appreciate it eventually."

"Besides, e-even if they don't... I-i'll always be here for you"

"And if they don't, I'll personally go and punch your friend in the face"

aaaahhhh adrinette fluff.

And so, while ladynoir is crumbling to pieces, adrinette is like, VERY close to becoming canon but bc of what happened in ladynoir they refrain from showing their romantic feelings but are like, "No way I'm making the same mistakes again" so they become each other's closest confident (sans the whole Miraculous thing of course)

Adrien starts telling Mari about "this friend" and the problems in his family. Marinette start tellings him about "these responsibilities" and "this friend I have" and they unintentionally coach the other through how to proceed to heal the ladynoir partnership.

Simultaneously, Adrien's help lets Marinette understand how very much she loves Chat and him taking the break from Ladybug's company and replacing it with Marinette, lets him know how head over heels he had been for her all this time = tada! reverse love square.

They become super, super close friends. Like deadass ppl think they're dating (but what else is new smh)

"Ha ha, no. We're Just Very Good Friends™️" *they say as they're literally holding hands or snuggling on a bench*

Eventually Chat Noir comes out of his little break and Ladybug and him meet up to talk and it's like, an ugly crying sobfest ahaha :)

LB apologizes again and begs him to forgive her, she promises she'll do better and she'll show him how much she need him and--

"M'lady, stop. I already forgave you. It's all water under the bridge so--

"No! No it's not, because I can't believe I made you think you're dispensible. Chat Noir you're my partner and you'll always be my partner and I treated you like you weren't but I just... I couldn't tell you, Chaton. I couldn't--"

"But why? What couldn't you tell me, m'lady?"

LB breaks down and explains the Chat Blanc incident to him

"I was so scared. I was so afraid for you and so terrified that I wouldn't be able to bring you back. I'd never be able to forgive myself if one day I cannot bring you back, Chat. I want to know who you are but if knowing puts you at risk, then I won't do it. I love you more than I want to know your identity."

ajgkfahgfak gajfkk UGLY SOBBING.

"Then... that means we cannot be together... ever?" Chat asks and his voice is cracking because he's doing all humanly possible not to cry too.

"Not until Hawkmoth is defeated. I promise minou, as soon as we defeat him, we can be together. In the meantime, we have to keep the secret."

Chat Noir gently wipes off the tears from Ladybug and steps closer to her and goes "Then, m'lady, if you'll allow it, I'd like us to keep one more secret."

He leans down slowly, to give LB a chance to say no if she doesn't want it to happen, but she doesn't stop him. They kiss.

"This one stays between us," Chat mutters and then smirks at her. "See you in the next Akuma, m'lady."

The end.

[in-tua-deep]

idk if you still do au ideas but what if delores was a real person in the apocalypse? how it woul dbe done i have no idea but i love all your aus and thought it would be cool

okay okay I don't tend to go for real!Dolores aus admittedly because I find her much more compelling as what she is: a reflection of five himself and a symptom of his crushing loneliness

but i started thinking about it and you know what?? i think five deserves a little socialization, as a treat

so say like, 0.5% of the population is resistant to abilities. Allison would really struggle to rumor them, Five wouldn't be able to jump with them, and, most importantly, whatever the fuck Vanya's ability does has like, reduced damage or something

and the og apocalypse isn't the moon apocalypse, so let's say that it was pure waves of Vanya's powers that fucked over the earth

so 0.5% of the population survives the apocalypse. though, let's be honestly, the real number is a lot smaller than that. People who might have survived Vanya's initial power wave (miraculously) did not survive buildings crushing them or survive the car/plane/bus/train/other transportation crashes or survive being left alone when they are too young to reliably look after themselves, or the variety of other problems that come with 99.5% of the population dying at once

So, Five arrives in the apocalypse and is met with ruin and fire and a whole lot of dead people. He finds his siblings, but it doesn't matter. They're dead. He doesn't even recognize them at first, these strange grown-ups who he identifies not by their faces but by the umbrellas on their wrists that match his own

As he realizes the full impact of his situation, he hears a voice that says, very succinctly, "holy shit!"

It's a girl a few years older than Five himself, maybe 15 or 16, and she is very excited to see another survivor.

And here's where I u-turn this au around bc i'm not all that interested in real!Dolores, but I would be down to talk about Five meeting survivors in the apocalypse, because if Dolores is real I don't buy no one else survived.

So Dolores shows up and see a Literal Child crying over the corpses of his family and assumes that Five is a fellow survivor, and she immediately grabs him up. Five is incoherent with grief at this point anyway, so he doesn't even protest when she basically hauls him away from the bodies. She's babbling at him, but he doesn't really hear anything she's saying

And then she takes him to her dad

(Why not, let's have the 1% potentially be a heritable thing)

and her dad, let's call him just some dad name. like Rick. it has been a fucking WEEK for him, okay. he had his daughter with him, his ex-wife is on the other coast for her work, and by some miracle he survived the apocalypse and so did his child, and he's been wracking his brains trying to figure out what the fuck to do next

and then his daughter shows up with a traumatized thirteen-year-old in tow

now rick is a good dude. he's a dad. they get out of five that his name is five ("what the fuck" dolores mouths to him over five's shoulder and rick can't help but agree) and the bodies he found were his siblings ("Dad and Ben and Vanya weren't there though," this child cries desperately and rick feels his own heart clench in response, "They might still be alive!")

"We can look for them." Rick assures his new adopted child, because he is an adult in a fresh apocalypse and this kid has presumably lost everything he's ever known (more than rick even knows at the time)

and they do. They each get wagons and they go out and find supplies and look for other survivors. Five is... surprisingly helpful and also surprisingly docile as he is able to rely on Someone Else to give orders while he attempts to (dissociate) process what the fuck has happened

and here's the thing: Five prides himself on being independent, sort of. He's independent for a child soldier, but he's used to taking orders from a male authority figure and Rick happens to be just that

The first time that Five does something dangerous and Rick yells is a revelation

(Rick isn't sure if he hopes that Five's dad is alive or not, because if they find that man alive then Rick might just kill the jackass himself. Also like, Five is bizarrely knowledgeable out survival skills, like way too knowledgeable about it, which is helpful for them but also very concerning)

they find a newspaper and Five finds the article that mentions his father's recent death ("Huh. Heart attack." Five says, and there is no emotion in his voice)

(Years later, years later, Five and Rick talk. "I don't think I wanted to find him, either." Five admits, softly because Dolores is asleep, "I think I was more scared of finding him alive than I was of finding his body. He would've been so mad at me, I think.")

this newspaper is how Rick and Dolores find out about Five being Number Five, Umbrella Academy Missing Person

"Dude, what the fuck." Dolores says, wide eyes, "You're like, thirty?"

"I'm thirteen." Five says, and then checks the date on the newspaper again, "Also I think I would technically be 29 if I lived through all of it, 'cause it's April and my birthday is in October."

"You... time travelled?" Rick asks, which is honestly the more relevant question, "Can you go back?"

And Five just,,, crumples on himself. Because he tried, he tried really hard. It didn't work. "I'm gonna figure it out. I'm gonna go back, I'm going to save them."

That, Rick thinks, is a lot of weight to put on one person's shoulders, but especially the shoulders of a child.

"Alright." Rick says, because what else can he say after finding out his new child has superpowers and is from like, 2004? "What do you need?"

("Oh my god I have so many memes to teach you." Dolores says later, reverently. Five blinks in confusion and Rick mentally prepares himself for the recitation of so many vines)

And it's easier, somehow. Five sometimes feels like it's a betrayal, but he settles into apocalypse life with an ease that surprises him.

He lets Rick fuss over him and help tie his scarf securely around his head every morning before he sets off on supply runs with Dolores. And they're kids! Five has never had a friend before, and Dolores is funny and smart and she's struggling just as much as he is.

"I don't know if my mom's alive." She says to him, in solidarity when he checks the face of every corpse to see if they're Vanya.

Five is practical in the way only a child soldier can be. He's economical with the room in their wagons, carefully examining what might and what might not be useful.

Dolores, on the other hand, constantly takes up space with what Five sees as useless shit.

"Excuse you," Dolores says, shoving a game of monopoly, the entire discworld series, and a pack of glitter gel pens into her wagon, "These are absolutely vital apocalypse supplies."

She challenges him, plays with him in a way no one ever has. "I bet you I can find more batteries today than you can," She grins at him, "Winner gets to pick dinner first?"

"You're on." Five says, directly before Dolores pulls two packs of 24 AA batteries from behind her back, like a cheat.

Dolores makes him take a ten minute break when they find a playground that has been mostly not-destroyed. They rummage around kids backpacks and mother's handbags for some good loot, too numb to corpses to even be bothered all that badly about the corpses they belong to.

"I'm getting on the swings." Dolores says when Five starts making noises about moving on, "I haven't been on a swingset in ages."

"What's the point?" Five grumps.

"Don't be sour because you can't swing as high as I can!" Dolores laughs, getting higher and higher as the swings creak ominously.

Five grumpily gets into the other swing and grudgingly kicks himself back and forth until Dolores takes pity on him and teaches him how to properly move his legs and body to get higher and higher.

Dolores jumps from the swing seat and lands with a flourish and smile. Five jumps out of his seat and then jumps, warping right in front of Dolores and making her yell and hit at him in outrage. Five smiles the widest he has all week.

This is how Five grows up in the apocalypse, with Dolores teasing him into taking breaks and leaning over his shoulder to look at his math and scandalizing him by stating that she'd only just started on matrices in her own high school math class.

Every night they huddle around Rick while he picks up whatever book Dolores picked out that day because it is a travesty that Five has never read hunger games or whatever, and then they read together because it would be a genuine blood bath if they all took turns. The first time Five accidentally mentioned a spoiler and Dolores genuinely considered murder was the birthday of this tradition

Some days the air is too smoky or there are dust storms or it's just plain too dangerous to go out, and they all stay in. Dolores regales Five with stories about public school, and Five tells them about his siblings.

Then they all cry

"I shouldn't be crying." Five sobs.

"Shut the fuck up," Dolores sobs back, "You literally watched me lose my shit over remembering my shitty eighth grade dance and listened to me sob-sing toxic for like four hours."

"In fairness I also wished you would shut up then."

"Let me hug you or I will start singing songs that I only remember the chorus for again you absolute fucker."

"I could always sing some -"

"No, Rick/Dad."

And Five grows up. Rick shows him how to shave very carefully in front of cracked mirrors. Dolores teases him every time his voice cracks. Rick tells Five in no uncertain terms that he loves and cares for him, and that Reginald was a little bitch. There are a lot of heartfelt conversations around that, honestly. Rick telling Five that he and the siblings deserved better, that they were children and deserved to have a childhood.

And that he has faith in Five. Rick and Dolores both do, they bring him back paper and pens and pencils and chalk and anything Five can use to write equations. They poke around any libraries for books on theoretical mathematics and quantum physics. Rick and Dolores go out scouting for food while Five stays home and can work longer.

They also make him take breaks, make sure that he's looking after himself.

They're a little better off than OG!Five when it comes to food, because some animals survive. Enough that Rick figures out how to hunt. Five is the first one to each bugs, and even though Dolores makes faces they all start eating bugs as well.

"Pretty sure there's loads of cultures that eat bugs." Rick says grudgingly, wondering if he should try stirfry the cockroaches and if that would improve the taste. "There's even, uh, cricket flour or whatever, right?"

"Plus you eat like, five spiders a year when you're asleep." Dolores says cheerfully, just to watch her dad's face scrunch up in displeasure.

"That doesn't sound true, but I don't know enough about spiders to dispute it." Five mutters, and Dolores gives him such a proud look that it makes him roll his eyes.

They're in their thirties when Rick dies. He's out foraging and hunting, and the rubble he's standing on gives way and he ends up with a gash in his leg. He manages to stop the bleeding, but the world is filthy and they don't have any antibiotics.

He gets an infection.

"It's okay." He tells both of his kids, "It's okay. I'm just so glad that you guys have each other, y'hear? I'm so glad."

"It's not okay." Five says, voice thick and choked, "It's not."

"Yeah, well, you're going to figure out how to go back, right? Go back in time and save everyone. Then I'll have never died, right?" Rick smiles, "And even if you don't, I'll be waiting for you on the other side and we'll see each other again anyway."

"I'm going to fix it."

"I know. I have faith in you, Five." Ricks says honestly, and that's more than Reginald ever said.

They sit quietly together while Dolores is out scavenging. They've been taking turns sitting with Rick.

"I won't remember you, in the past, will I?" Rick says rhetorically, but Five answers anyway.

"I don't think so."

Rick hums, "Well, doesn't matter. If you need help in the past, you come to me, y'hear?"

"You won't remember me."

"Doesn't matter. You come find me, and you tell me your crazy story until I believe you, and then I'll help you." Rick says firmly, "You're family. You're my son. Timelines? Don't matter. If you need help, with anything, even if it's just with - with filling out a bowling team or something -"

"I have never been bowling in my life and you know it." Five interrupts, but it makes him laugh just a little bit which was clearly Rick's intention.

"Well who knows what you'll get up to in the past! You'll be able to go bowling, you know. Get to wear those uncomfortable shoes. Hey, you go far enough back maybe you can go to Dolores's tenth birthday party and put me out of my misery."

"Was she bad at bowling?"

"Oh, she was wiping the floor with me. No contest."

"Honestly, that sounds absolutely accurate."

"Shut up, bowling just wasn't my sport. Regardless, the point was that I'm giving you a free pass to come and get me. Because I know you, I know how you think." Rick brings up his hand to tap his finger against Five's forehead, "You get it into your head that you need to go it alone, take it all on your shoulders. I'm telling you that if you do that I'll somehow manifest my memories and come smack you over the head for being stupid, you hear?"

"I'm not dragging you into anything." Five says firmly, "I'll have my siblings."

"Who were also children." Rick points out. "And dragging? Dragging is such a strong word for a volunteer."

"A volunteer who won't remember volunteering." Five shoots back.

Rick just shrugs, and then winces when the movement jolts his bad leg. "Five, I'm going to be honest with you here. And sappy. Can you handle a bit of sappiness for a minute?"

"No."

"Well too bad. Can't leave a dying man, you'd feel too bad. So you're stuck with me. But you listen good, okay? Because you aren't dragging me into anything. Whatever life you have, I want to have a part of that. Because you're my son. Wherever you are, whatever you do, I want to help because you're family. What you'd be doing by leaving me out of it is depriving me of someone I love, depriving me of knowing one of the best kids I've ever known."

"Shut up." Five says, choked.

"Nope, it's sappy time." Rick states, "Maybe asking you to come find me is selfish, but I don't care. No matter what version of me exists, I want to be in your life."

"My life is a walking joke, why would you want any part of that?"

"It has been my privilege to watch you grow up. To help you. To be here for you. Of course I'd want to be there to watch you grow up the rest of the way."

"But -"

"Shut up, just let me tell you that I am so proud of you. You never give up, and your heart is so big. You love so much and so loudly, and it's been the highest honor of my life to be included in your family."

Five pauses for a moment to collect himself before simply saying - "You're the best dad I've ever had."

Rick snorts, "Considering my competition, I'd sure hope so. That bar was so low old Reggie was practically limbo dancing with the devil. Now get over here and give an old man a hug."

They don't bury Rick, when he dies. They don't have time and the ground is too hard and they don't have the heart to move him. Instead the pack everything up and seal him in the shelter they'd lived in.

Dolores pulls out a bottle of ancient nail polish and painstakingly writes Rick's name on the wall with his birth year and an approximate current year. They aren't 100% sure though, since time blends together out in the apocalypse, but it's something.

They continue by themselves. They get older.

Dolores jokingly calls him her husband because the way his face scrunches up makes her cackle. They see other people very occasionally, usually passing through. Usually groups. Dolores and Five get to flex their hosting skills, though more than one group declines their cockroach stirfry.

("It's a family recipe." Five says with amusement in his eyes that usually manages to drown out old grief.)

"Jeeze, that kid couldn't have been older'n twenty-three." Dolores complains, "Makes me feels positively ancient."

"They wouldn't have known any world 'cept for the apocalypse." Five muses, pouring some boiled water into wine glasses because they might be living in the apocalypse but they can be fancy.

"Do you ever think about that?" Dolores asks, turning to him with no judgement, just curiosity. "When you go back, you'll be like, erasing them from existence."

Five shrugs, "Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe this place will just split off into an alternate timeline."

"Maybe none of this is real." Dolores says, amusement coloring her voice. "Maybe you aren't talking to a real person at all. Maybe this is just a symbol of your insanity and cracked mind."

"Dolores, I literally have a scar where you stabbed me. Did I somehow manage to stab myself in the back?"

"Scraped you, I scraped you. By accident."

"So you maintain." Five says haughtily, swirling his water in his wine glass like a pretentious prick.

"I could totally be fake. You don't know my life."

"I know way too much about you, Dolores. Like, way way too much." Five scoffs, because Dolores and him have literally no secrets from one another at this point. Five even knows the truth behind what happened at Janet Scranton's thirteenth birthday party. Like, he said, way too much.

"Maybe you made it up. Maybe that's why you know so much."

"Dolores, I'm going to be honest with you right now." Five presses the tips of his fingers to his chin, "If you were a figment of my imagination, you would be so much better at math."

"Hey!" Dolores squawks indignantly, "I didn't even get to finish high school you pretentious prick!"

"Neither did I!"

"You didn't even go to high school, you brat."

"I'm fifty-two I think I've outgrown 'brat.'"

"Tell that to your attitude." Dolores says haughtily, "You're still younger than me."

"Won't be when I go back in time." Five says cheerfully, completely ignoring Dolores's venomous look.

"That's cheating."

"Sucks to suck." Five says loftily, taking another sip of his water.

Sometimes they talk about The Plan, with capital letters. What Five is going to do when he goes back in time, depending on when he pops out. Is he going to adopt his siblings? What about Reginald?

"You don't think I could kill Reginald?" Five says, holding a hand to his chest in mock offense.

"I think you should let me do it. I'll even give you control of tonight's music if you do."

"What are you doing to do? Bite his ankles? What if you're like, seven or something?"

"All the better to get away with it since I'll be too young to convict or whatever."

"Pretty sure that's not how the law works."

"How would you know? Just for that I'm playing Istanbul on repeat again."

"I don't know why you think that's a threat. That song slaps."

It takes a few more years before Five is close enough that the Commission comes to interfere. Because that's what I think happened - Five was getting too close and they stepped in because they might as well distract the man as much as they can with missions, right?

So the Handler shows up. And she offers Five a job, telling him that they have the ability to travel through time. And Five - hesitates.

"Give me some time?" Five asks, and the Handler graciously gives him 24 hours.

And he and Dolores talk it over, because now that his goal is more in sight than it has ever been and Five is scared.

"What are you waiting for? You have the chance to see your siblings again." Dolores says patiently.

"Yeah," Five says, and what he doesn't say is clear. But I won't see you.

"Five." Dolores says, and she cradles his face between her palms like he is something precious, "I have had so much time with you already. More than I would have ever. We have been so lucky, to have this time. How can I demand more than what we have already been given?"

"When have you ever not demanded the world, Dolores?" Five asks, his own hand coming up to cover Dolores's own.

"We've had decades together, Five. We're getting old. I was always going to lose you, one way or another. Nothing lasts forever."

"I don't want to lose you."

"I know. But if I had to choose a way, if I could decide where our story ends, this would be it. Letting you go, because this way you get to live. You get to see your family again. You get to save the world. I could ask for nothing more than for you to get your happy ending."

Five removes Dolores's hand from his cheek so that he can cradle it between them, "I'm happy here with you. I've never been happier. Isn't that silly? That I was happier in the apocalypse?"

"I bet killing Reggie would make you happy." Dolores laughs rustily.

"One day you're going to see the mysterious disappearance of a famous billionaire in the paper and feel a twinge of satisfaction and now have a clue why." Five laughs as well, shaking his head.

Dolores pats Five's hands, "Five, look at me. We've had our time. And you're going to give me even more of it. More time with my father. More time with my mother. I'll never know it, but you'll have saved me."

"What if this is - what if this is an alternate reality? What if I leave you here alone?"

"Then you'll be saving a 15-year-old girl from the same fate as me. Because as much as I love you, as much as I have loved this time we have had together, this is still an apocalypse. This should never have happened, and if you have a chance to go back and prevent it, then I want you to take that chance with both hands."

"Even if it means leaving you alone?"

Dolores smiles at him, "I'm not going to be alone. Far too many creepy crawlies in the apocalypse for that."

"Shut up, I'm being serious."

"Hmm." Dolores hums consideringly, "Maybe I'll head North, to that new settlement that last group said they'd heard word of. Sure they'd find some use for an old woman who's survived this long in the wilderness."

"You can have my half of the record collection." Five says, pulling her against him into a hug that she easily returns.

"As if I wouldn't have stolen them as soon as you left." She scoffs, but it's a little wet, and Five pretends his own eyes aren't leaking tears.

When The Handler comes back, Dolores gives him another hug. She also slips something into his pocket - some photos. They'd taken it a year into the apocalypse, when Dolores had found an ancient looking polaroid camera and towed it home despite Five's protests about practicality. The photos are worn and faded at the edges, but the smiles on Five's little apocalypse family's faces are undeniable.

"You'll have to see if they magically fade when you change the timeline." Dolores whispers to him with a grin, "Like in the movies."

"Okay." Five whispers back.

"You have the list of movies to watch, right?" Dolores says. Five rolls his eyes and nods because he wrote the list last night into his Vanya-book while Dolores hovered over his shoulder and critiqued his handwriting.

"And you promise to try a proper non-expired twinkie at some point?"

"That I do not promise. I think even looking at one would make me lose my lunch. I have twinkie-trauma."

"Shut up and get going." Dolores says, because the Handler is starting to tap her foot impatiently.

And off Five goes to become an assassin. Though - he's much more gentle this time. He's careful, he doesn't kill children and he usually takes jobs that don't require killing at all. He distracts and manipulates events as much as he can without killing.

He's actually much more well socialized, thanks to Rick and Dolores. Less feral child and more determined man on a mission.

Which is why he's so frustrated when he finally, finally manages to get the equations to work and falls through and falls - directly back into his stupid thirteen-year-old body.

"Shit." Five says, loudly, and revels in the surprised look on his siblings faces.

He strides into the kitchen, and they all follow him like ducklings. They look exactly the way they did when they died.

"Wow this is actually way harder than I thought it would be." Five muses, looking at their dead faces. But as Dolores would say, life is hard but you have to keep on trucking sometimes. "Whatever, what's the date?"

"Five, where have you been?" Diego demands, looking irritated. It makes Five snort in amusement.

"The future. The past. If you want like, an exact list of dates you'll have to hold your horses. I spent like, two weeks in Peru once. No souvenirs though, unfortunately."

They look taken aback, like they didn't expect Five to have quite this much sass. Oops. That is definitely Dolores's influence. Or maybe he was always a little asshole. In fairness, what teenagers aren't tiny assholes? He has an excuse.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Diego's eyebrows are furrowed in anger. It kind of takes Five aback for a second, because he remembers a Diego who stutters when he argued.

"When did you learn the fuck-word?" Five asks, raising an eyebrow before her can help it, "Grace ought to wash your mouth out with soap."

Diego immediately goes red, "Shut up!"

"Wow you're so easy to rile up. Aren't you like, twenty-something? Actually, I could figure out for myself how old you are if you gave me the date."

"I'm twenty-nine." Diego growls, like that was the point.

"Haunting!" Five says cheerfully, because that means there is way less time than he would like, narrowing his time down to a six month window.

It's extremely funny how his cheer makes all of them make faces.

It's Klaus who leans forward, "Why do you need to know?"

Klaus's face is open and curious and - (looks exactly like he did when Five found him all those years ago) - and Five can't help but answer him. "The world end on April 1st, 2019. No it isn't an April Fools joke, yes I have heard that joke like a million different times. I just want to know how close I landed so I can, you know, start working on how to fix that."

"Woah woah woah, roll it back." Allison says, holding a hand up, "What?"

"The apocalypse occurs on April 1st, 2019." Five says, slowly. "I have traveled from afar to prevent this from happening, because like, everyone dies."

"Everyone?" Vanya says weakly from the side.

She's clearly expecting to be ignored, so Five turns his head to address her directly by wiggling his hand back and forth a little. "Sort of. Like, not too many people survive at all. A handful of the human population, you know."

"But you survived?" Diego recovers admirably, if bitingly.

"Well, no." Five says rolling his eyes, "Wouldn't you just know it, Klaus here has managed to figure out a new ability!"

Everyone turns to look at Klaus, who immediately holds up his hands like he's being arrested or something, "I did not!"

"Wonderful! Now that we've established that I'm alive -"

"Why should we trust a word you say?" Luther says for the first time, looking pensive.

Five blinks, genuinely taken aback. "Because... I'm your brother? Because I can clearly and obviously time travel? Like, yeah, it would have been more convenient if I'd arrived in like, my old-body for proof-purposes, but like. I mean. Thirteen is still a pretty convincing age to be to prove time travel considering if I hadn't, I would be like, almost thirty."

"Roll it back again." Allison says firmly, "What do you mean by 'old body'?"

"Great question!" Five says pointing at Allison and smiling. Everyone looks at him weird again, and Five takes a moment to wonder if they've ever experienced positive reinforcement. Knowing Reginald, probably not. "Wait! Is Reggie alive? Wait, no, answer that in a second. Uh. When I time traveled I fucked up my body I guess, I was like, old. White hair and wrinkles-type old from spending decades in the apocalypse. But I fucked up the calculations and got booted back to my thirteen-year-old body, I guess. How, I have no idea."

"What?" Vanya says, still equally weakly.

"You have no idea how fucked up time travel is." Five whispers conspiratorially to Vanya, loud enough for the whole table to hear, "There are so many ways to die. Or permanently tear a hold in space time. But like, with life as we know if ending soon-ish, I figured I couldn't possibly fuck it up worse than it already was, y'know? Speaking of, anyone have the date again?"

"Wait, what was that about dad?" Luther asks, very focused.

"Oh, you still call him dad? Big oof." Five says automatically, because apparently his verbal filter is shot to hell after living with Dolores. It does make Klaus bark out a too-loud laugh.

"What does that mean?" Luther asks aggressively.

"It means Reginald sucks and doesn't deserve the title of 'dad,' what did you think I meant?" Five asks, and now both Diego and Vanya and both cracking smiles, though Vanya is covering hers with a hand.

"Have some respect for the dead." Luther growls, standing up and looking very large and threatening.

Five sways back, craning his head up, "Woah there big buy, sit down before I injure my poor growing spine looking up at you. Jeeze, did Reggie force feed you steroids or something? I wouldn't put it past him but like, I just want to know he at least went over the side effects of the drug with you. Also like, thanks for narrowing it down. Also terrifying! Seriously though, exact date please because if I have less than 24 hours I am going to break down crying and that is a threat."

"I love this Five." Klaus says reverently.

"March 21st." Vanya offers, finally.

"Wow! Terrifying!" Five says, clapping his hands together, "Hate that. Ten days, huh? Well, who wants to get on board the save-the-world express?"

Klaus immediately flings his hand in the air, Five points at his brother appreciatively. "Yes, excellent! I'll take the volunteer in the lovely skirt as my first team member. Any other volunteers?"

"Danke!" Klaus simpers, grinning widely like this is the vest entertainment he's had in weeks.

"I'm not just going to stand here and listen to you badmouth dad and boss us around." Luther slams his hands on the table.

"Well not with that attitude." Five snarks.

Diego raises his hand, "I would like to join team fuck dad as well."

"We can certainly debate team names later." Five says, nodding wisely as Luther gives some sort of scandalized gasp.

"Honestly, I just want to see where this is going." Klaus confesses.

Five shrugs, because he doesn't really care about the reason. "Don't you want to prove me wrong them? Prove what a well-adjusted young man Reginald Hargreeves raised?"

"Shut up." Luther grinds out, looking a moment away from throwing a punch.

"If this is all true, I have to get home." Allison cuts in, looking concerned, "I have - I have a daughter."

"I mean, if you want to give Claire a world to live in then I'd stick around, but that's just me." Five shrugs.

"You know her name?" Allison asks, obviously taken aback.

Five is almost offended, "Uh, yeah. I have her photo as well. Y'all get on like, a bizarre number of gossip magazine covers did you know that?"

Allison manages to outdo herself in terms of being taken aback once more.

There's a beat of silence, and then Five turns, "Vanya? You in?"

"Me?" Vanya blinks, looking shocked. "What can I do?"

"Yeah, what can she do?" Diego asks, crossing his arms and suddenly looking grumpy.

It baffles Five, who scrunches his nose, "Uh, like, a lot? I assume? I mean. I'm going to be honest here, just looking at y'all right now is a lot. In more ways than one! Hashtag trauma and all that, but like, name a single one of you that wouldn't be the most obvious person in the room as soon as you walked into it. Except Vanya, who somehow manages to look like a well adjusted adult, by some miracle."

"Did you just verbally say the word hashtag?" Allison asks, looking so deeply confused.

"More concerned about the trauma he tacked onto there, but y'know, to each their own." Klaus immediately cuts in.

"You think I'm well-adjusted?" Vanya asks, looking oddly touched.

"I would like to direct your attention to Diego's leather pants-scowl combo and Luther's general aura of daddy-issues." Five says pointedly, "I can practically smell the tragic comic book backstory in this room. If I'd jumped back a decade earlier this would have been Batman's wet dream of orphan selection."

"Alright! Game plan!" Five says, waving Diego's knife in his hand.

Diego's hands immediately go to his weird harness looking thing, "Hey!"

"Give me just one moment to get the tracker out." Five rolls his eyes, "Then I'll give it back, I promise. Also if someone could ask Grace for like, some antibiotics that would be good."

"What?" Allison asks, directly before Five stabs himself and there is suddenly panic at the table.

"Relax!" Five says, allowing Diego to remove the knife from his hands. He doesn't need it anyway and his hand immediately drops down to root in the wound.

"Five what the fuck!" Diego yells, but Five just pulls up bloody fingers and waves the tracker into Diego's stupefied face.

"What the fuck is that, Five?" Allison demands, looking very shaken.

"I literally just said it was a tracker." Five points out, "Now, I think our first team activity should be voting on whether we destroy it or take it out to bumfuck nowhere and ditch it to confuse the Commission."

"What the fuck is the Commission?" Diego barks.

"Man. Maybe I should just hit up Rick." Five muses, "This is going to take so much explaining."

"Who is Rick."

"So much explaining."

[kainscape]

Hello, I'm kinda new so I'm sorry if you don't want to write this.

Asa and jesse with an reader that is Brazilian (idk if you have watched modern family but she is a bit like Gloria)

I hope this is okey (also I saw that you wanted something fluff to stop crying lol same! So could you make it fluffy maybe where the reader just goes into a raging fit and they have to calm her down bc she is cussing someone out in Spanish bc they told her to fuck off to her own land!)

Sorry this is maybe a long ask I don't normally write this much lol.

Alright, bye!

Hi!! It is perfectly fine to be detailed in the asks! I’ve never watched modern family :( but I have a decent idea of what to write for this! I don’t know if you wanted Asa and Jesse separate or together but for now I write those two characters separate. Once I actually get more comfy writing for them than I will do them together!

Jesse and Asa with a Brazilian S/O:

Jesse Cromeans

Jesse found your personality interesting to say the least. The way you told people off when they said something mean. You truly spoke your mind and he liked that. It showed you could take care of yourself.

Sometimes, your feisty personality can cause a bit of a commotion, yelling at people because of what they said. Like now, you were yelling at a rude person that told you to “fuck off to your own land.”

You called Jesse, knowing he could deal with this and telling yourself you had some place better to be. But the person just kept talking down on you. So you handled it your way, threatening them in your native language.

You didn’t care for the stares people gave you, just focused on not killing this Idiotic person in front of you. By the time Jesse arrived at the store you resided in, the poor person looked like they feared for their life.

Rightfully so, your tone and body language radiating confidence and anger. To be honest, Jesse found you attractive when you were like this. You’re a strong person and he searches for that in his partner.

Once he thought the scene should come to an end, he walked up behind you quietly as he nodded to the door, looking down at the frightened individual. They scurried out the building, watching from the glass window as they hurried down the sidewalk.

You were still pissed at the audacity they had, running a hand through your hair. You whipped around, heading to walk out the door too but there was a large figure in your way.

“Get the hell out of my way!” You didn’t bother to look up, only shifting to walk around them. A light hand grabbed your wrist, holding you to where you couldn’t move from them. You looked up, ready to call this guy off too.

That was until you realized it was Jesse. You scoffed, shaking your head as you moved to his chest. “About time you came here. Thought I was about to slaughter that guy right there.”

He wrapped his arms around you, a quick hug before ushering you out the door with a firm grip around your waist. You continued to complain about the guy, Jesse nodding along with everything you said as he opened the car door for you.

He would end up taking you to a more quieter store, a pristine place that was clam and collected. No more racist or misogynistic people. Just a place where Jesse can help you distract yourself from the incident.

After you’re done, you guys go to the park to have a nice, refreshing nature walk as Jesse signs to you all the different things he knows about plants. He might even ask you questions about your family tree and your home land.

He loves to learn from you, attentively listening as he tilts his head. He’ll ask questions to make sure you know he’s listening. Once you guys find a spot to rest at, Jesse will hold you close into his side, a comforting arm wrapped around your shoulders as you enjoy the shade from the sun. Such a good bf <3

Asa Emory

Asa doesn’t know how he stands you with your snarky remarks to him and the attitude you carry around. But, none the less, he loves it about you. Knowing that you’re not totally dependent on him when he’s doing his work. (But it makes him feel good that you still come to him for your problems)

He had just gotten home from the college, dressed up more clean and precise for the date you guys planned today. Luckily, you got up early with him so you had plenty of time to get ready.

You hurried down stairs in your nice outfit you bought, showing it off to Asa as he’d usually ask you too. Your smile was warm and sincere, the best thing to come home to he decided.

“How do I look?” He rolled his eyes at the question. Obviously he loved it, and by the way you were smiling, you already knew the answer. He would sigh, a small smile on his face as he complimented you. “Now, come on, I want to see the new restaurant they have opened up.”

You kept the smile, walking to the door as he exited with you, locking it behind him. You both entered the car and drove to the destination.

You knew by now that when something new and fresh was in town, Asa was quick to inspect it. Sometimes it felt like he was the damn health inspector. He would just avoid the workers entirely as he walked around the dining area, admiring the paintings and walls.

He heard a few conversations as he walked by, some spoken in an unpleasant manner. That was until he heard an all to familiar voice yelling. He was back to the other room in an instant, taking in the commotion.

You were yelling in your native language, mixing between English and Portuguese insults. Somewhere in the mix of words, he understood that you were yelling at them because they told you to “fuck off to your own land.”

Asa believed that you would be able to handle this, maybe a little to well by the way you were walking towards the now cowering person. Once you had quit raging at the man and your tone died down, the person ran out the restaurant in a hurry.

Though he knew you were well prepared to stand your ground, it didn’t stop him from feeling that rage and sadistic urges bubble up inside him as that pathetic person talked down on you. He didn’t like when people interrupted your time together, especially when it was in a negative way.

He was swift in his movements, grabbing your wrist to drag to you back to where he was once feeling of the wallpaper. The dining room was quite fancy and calm, opposite of the incident that just happened.

He knew you were in need of some peace, and so was he. Asa wasn’t about to let this night slip away because of some stupid persons words. He pulled out the chair, letting you sit down as he took place across the table in front of you.

He took in your facial features, noticing the hints of irritation and annoyance still there. He cracked his fingers, as he thought about his choice of words. Asa wasn’t the best at comfort, but he tried with you.

“Don’t let that useless person keep you frustrated. Let’s continue the night we planned.” He looked over you again, seeing if his words had any impact. Your face seemed to relax, sighing as you gave him that smile he liked. You nodded to his words, soon distracted from the waiter giving you menus.

A few minutes passed, Asa looking over his menu to you. You were deciding what you wanted, a clear thinking face on you. He was almost.. proud at the way you didn’t take the shit some people did to you. Of course, it’s not like he’s gonna outright going to say it, but he’s happy at the way you are.

You looked up, making eye contact with your boyfriend who quickly looked back down at the menu. Asa cleared his throat, furrowing his brows as he “read” the menu. You only chuckled, closing the booklet as you laid it down flat.

“What is it?” You had a smile on your face, your elbows resting the table. Asa glanced up at you, slightly shrugging his shoulders as he was quick to look back down to actually decide on what to order. “Nothing.”

It was a decent night for both of you, a few conversations you started up yourself. He didn’t answer back as much, but you grew used to it as you happily carried the small talks.

Once you two returned home, Asa acted a little more gentler, small touches here and there after you dressed into more comfier clothes to sleep in. He would hold you closer than usual, deciding that it would be best to keep you calm for the night and let you forget what happened entirely. At least he’s trying :)

[extratragic]

put the pieces back together

pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

warning: depression & all that good stuff that comes with it. (promise it’s really just soft JJ)

word count: 2057

(found the gif @rudypankows )

request: Could you do a scenario where the reader breaks up with jj bc she doesn’t want him to deal with her problems (depression,Anxiety, low-self esteem anger issues) and when jj finds out why she broke up with him he goes and comfort her if you will 👉🏽👈🏽🥺 angst to fluff 🤧❤️

summary: JJ is just the person to take care of the girl he loves

y/d/n = your dad’s name, y/m/n = your moms name, y/b/n = your brothers name

   “I just... I can’t do this anymore, JJ. I’m not good for you.”

That was the last time that the group saw you for weeks. 

You and JJ had been dating for six months at that point. Everything was going perfectly according to JJ, and everything was going perfectly until absolutely nothing was going perfect in your life. 

It wasn’t a sudden switch like you’d had before, either. 

You felt the way that you’d want to be home more often than going out with your friends. Even shopping felt like a drag, but you thought you could push past it this time. You didn’t wear your bikini anymore, though. You either wore a once piece or a swim shirt with shorts. Your body just looked... off when you put a bikini on, and your self-esteem couldn’t handle being around Kie while you felt like that. 

You weren’t eating, either. 

JJ was the first to notice that when you did come to The Wreck with them, you would steal fries from his plate but that’s it. 

Depression kicked your ass when it wanted to, and when anxiety joined the party, you felt like you couldn’t be around anyone. 

You were diagnosed with anxiety at eleven years old, and then depression at thirteen. You’d only known the Pogue’s for a year, and they only knew about your anxiety. Telling people about either diagnosis made you feel uncomfortable, but you knew that this group was insane and might just push your limits. 

When JJ got a text from your mom three weeks after you broke up with him saying that she needed him, he yelled at John B to drive the HMS back to his house at that second. His leg was bouncing the entire ride and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. Did something happen to you? Did something happen to your siblings? Your dad? 

Kie tried to comfort him, but he didn’t listen to any of them. He was scared. He knew something was wrong with you and he didn’t tell anyone about it. 

JJ was off of the boat and on his bike before anyone could say a word to him. Yeah, you broke up with him, but you were still his girl. He wouldn’t have a problem beating someone’s ass if they came near you, and he would always be there if you needed him. And right now, you need him.

He knocked on the front door and your dad opened it after a few seconds. 

“We need to talk before you see her,” he said. 

JJ nodded and walked into your family’s home, sitting on the couch with your parents. 

“She told us that you know about her anxiety,” your dad started off. JJ nodded again and your dad took a deep breath before continuing. “She was diagnosed with depression a couple years after the anxiety. She’s on medications, but sometimes it’s too much for her to handle. Everything’s been okay since she became friends with you guys. But sometimes everything hits her at once and... this happens,” he sighed, running his hand over his face. 

“Is it my fault?” JJ asked weakly. 

He was so scared that he was the reason behind what was happening with you. Did he do something to set you off? Did he go too far in something?

“No! No, JJ. Sometimes her anxiety attacks are easier to figure out, but these... the depression episodes are hard for all of us, especially her. It could’ve been finals that started it, for all we know. The best thing that we’ve learned is that she needs someone she loves by her side,” Y/d/n said. 

JJ took a deep breath and looked at the hallway that led to your room. 

“She broke up with me,” he said quietly. 

“We know. But we also know y/n, and we know that she loves you, JJ,” Y/m/n told him.

“Can I see her?” JJ asked. 

They nodded and he stood up, walking down the hall and grabbing the door handle with a shaky hand. After collecting himself, he opened the door, relaxing just a little bit when he saw y/b/n sitting beside you. His heart broke when he saw you on the bed. Your comforter and his blanket were wrapped around you and you were laying on the bed, looking at nothing. 

The fairy lights that you always - always- had on were off. Your clothes were in a pile by your desk. Your room was just a mess, and you were such a clean person that it shocked him. 

“Can I...” JJ trailed off, looking at your brother. 

He nodded and whispered something to you before getting up. When he stopped by JJ, he looked back at you and sighed. 

“She’ll be okay. You just gotta remember that,” he told JJ. 

JJ nodded shakily and your brother patted his shoulder before leaving. 

“Hey, sweet girl,” JJ said softly, crouching down beside your bed. 

You looked at him and he smiled softly, tucking your hair behind your ear. You closed your eyes and he kissed your forehead before laying down beside you. While JJ played with your hair, you barely moved from your spot. His phone chimed and he looked at the screen, seeing a text from your mom. 

We’re going to get something to eat from the wreck. If you want something, you can just text it. 

p.s, y/n hasn’t showered in almost a week. if you can get her up, that would be great for her

“Want something to eat, baby?” He asked quietly. 

He barely heard the ‘no’ escape your lips, but he texted your mom to get your favorite order anyways. He loved it, and if you wouldn’t eat the main part, then maybe you’d eat the fries. 

There were texts from John B, Kie, and Pope, but he’d just text them when you were asleep.

“You sleepy?” He asked. 

You shook your head and he nodded, looking over your face carefully. He could tell from the dried streaks on your cheeks that you’d been crying, but your eyes held no emotion other than pure exhaustion. Your pretty pink lips were chapped and there was a small crack on your bottom lip. The eyebrows that you usually kept perfectly plucked were no longer in perfect condition, but he thought you still looked good. Even in what you thought was your worst, he still thought you were beautiful.

You were always beautiful in his eyes. 

“When’s the last time you showered, sweet girl?” He asked. 

You shrugged and he raised his eyebrows. “Dunno. A week?” You guessed. 

Your voice was broken and raspy like you had barely used it over the last three weeks. 

“Wanna shower? I can help,” he offered, running his fingers through your hair. It was a little greasy at the roots, but it didn’t bother him.

“You don’t have to take care of me. I broke up with you,” you muttered.

He scrunched up his nose and sighed, nodding. That one hurt just a bit.

“Yeah, true. But you’re always my girl. So, shower?” He asked.

Tears slowly filled your eyes and you nodded. “I’m sorry,” you choked out.

“It’s okay. It’s okay, baby. I know you’re hurting,” he told you.

He pulled you into his arms and kissed the top of your head, squeezing you tightly. You grabbed his hand and held it to your chest as your tears fell from your eyes and onto his chest.

The two of you eventually made it to your bathroom and he took his clothes off until he was in his boxers, then he helped you undress. For some reason, the people that owned the house before your family had a stool for the shower, but it came in handy now.

You sat on the stool with your back towards the showerhead with your forehead on JJ’s abdomen. He washed your hair for you, smiling softly at the smell wafting through the small bathroom. His favorite smell was your berry scented shampoo and conditioner.

When you first got it, you were always complaining about how you never got anything that smelled the way you thought it would. Once you washed your hair with that, he fell in love with it just as much as you did.

After washing your hair, he got down on his knees and helped you wash your body, kissing your cheeks as he went along. When he fished your arms, he kissed your right cheek. After your legs, he kissed your left cheek. He kept going until you told him you felt clean.

“Any other special pampering?” He asked, smiling softly.

“My face,” you answered. 

He grabbed the small pink thing that he always saw you use and put the face wash on it, rubbing it into your skin. You smiled when he mumbled a ‘sorry’ when going near your eyes. It didn’t hurt, it just felt weird that someone else’s hand was this close when your eyes were closed. 

“All done. Did we miss anything?” He asked. 

You shook your head and he turned the water off, getting out of the shower. He took his soaked boxers off and wrapped one towel around his waist and wrapped the other towel around your body. It was fluffy, just as you liked it, and you snuggled against JJ after he wrapped you in the towel.

“What pajamas, baby?” He asked.

“I dunno. Let’s figure it out,” you told him.

He nodded and went back to your room, stopping in front of your closet. You picked out one of his shirts that he left there and slipped it on, moving away from JJ to wrap your towel around your head. You grabbed a pair of underwear and shorts, then climbed into bed.

“Your clothes are in the top drawer. Get dressed and cuddle,” you told him.

He laughed and did as you said, quickly getting dressed. When he got into bed beside you, he realized that the sheets were different than before.

“Hang on,” he said, quickly shooting up and going over to your vanity. He grabbed your moisturizer and walked back over to you, gently rubbing it into your skin.

“You hungry?” He asked when he finished.

You shook your head like you did before.

“Okay. Well, I am, and I asked your mom to get me something. I’ll be right back,” he told you.

“Okay,” you said quietly.

He kissed your forehead and went into the kitchen, seeing your parents and brother eating.

“You got her up?” Your dad asked.

“Showered and changed. She says she’s not hungry, but I figured that she might want some fries at least,” he told them.

Your mom smiled happily at him, sliding the to-go box across the table.

“Keep the crumbs off those sheets,” she playfully warned.

“Yes, ma’am,” he grinned, taking the box and plastic silverware and going back to your room.

When JJ came back into your room with your favorite meal from The Wreck, your heart melted. Food just didn’t sound good at all to you, but you knew that you had to eat something today. Usually it was your brother that got you to eat, but JJ was definitely better than him. 

“J,” you said quietly. 

He hummed, pulling the covers over his legs and putting an old towel over the comforter to keep the crumbs from getting on the sheets.

“Thank you,” you told him.

His blue eyes met your loving gaze and he leaned in slowly, waiting for your nod to kiss your lips softly. 

“Anything for you, my sweet girl,” he said, pecking your lips again before digging into his dinner. 

You smiled softly and laid your head on his shoulder, occasionally stealing a fry. He held up the fork to your mouth and you took the bite, making him grin. He was simply just happy with making small progress. You knew that this was far more than small progress and it made you feel even better. 

JJ, the broken teenage boy, was able to keep you sane through your bad times. You, another broken teen, just happened to be one of the few people to help JJ through his bad times. 

You put each others pieces back together, one at a time. 

[fantastic-bby]

Pairing: Reader x Mark 

Word count: 1.2k

Genre: Comfort | Angst | Fluff | Married AU 

Summary: Mark holds you while you break down

Warnings: Depression

A/n: Hi lol. Uhh, kinda wrote this while I was feeling big sad. I’ve actually been feeling big sad lately, but writing this kinda helped (?) and I hope that maybe it can help anyone else who might need it. Everything’s been real big sad and w the fucking panorama pandemic shit going on right now, I hope that everyone’s coping okay bcs this shit is starting to break down my mental health lol oops. Sooooo, enjoy. Also, anon who requested this, I hope this was what you wanted <3 

Masterlist

Prompts: 

3. I don’t want to feel this way anymore  10. I would give up everything for the chance to see you laugh again

[19:03]

It could’ve easily been how your friends seem to exclude you out of things. Or maybe it’s the increasing load from work. Or it could be your husband having to spend more time working with how hectic things have become, but you don’t know why you’ve felt so down in the past month or so. So much so that even Mark has noticed despite how he’s spent a little less time at home than he usually would. However, when he is home, he watches you slug around your shared home silently. 

It worries him. 

Instead of pressing you about it, Mark just patiently waits until he finds the opportunity to talk to you when you’re not waddling around the apartment like a lifeless shell. But the opportunity comes to him when he least expects it. He hadn’t seen your natural glow in a while which worries him. You see, Mark isn’t the type of person who would actively reach out because he doesn’t want to overwhelm you. He waits until you come to him because then he knows that you want him to be there. Other than that, he’ll patiently be on stand-by until he needs to act. 

That doesn’t mean that Mark’s heart doesn’t ache for you, though. While he patiently waits, all he can do is watch. He doesn’t want to approach you at a time where you would push him away because he already knows that you’ll do that, but it hurts for him to just watch and wait as you slowly break down. So, when he comes home from work after what seemed like a relatively normal day, he feels everything freeze when he sees you bundled up in one of his sweaters and sitting on your bed. The only problem is that you’re crying, a lot. 

“(Y/n)...?” Mark calls out gently as to not frighten you, but the sound of his voice makes you jump anyway. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Just the sight of him standing in the doorway, light from the hallway shining behind him and into the otherwise dark room just makes you feel more overwhelmed with your emotions. So, you start crying harder which makes Mark panic even more as he takes slow steps towards the bed, his hands outstretched in front of himself. “(Y/n), honey.” You open your mouth to speak, but the only thing that comes out are incoherent whimpers as you reach out for him. The moment he sees you reaching out as well, Mark’s immediately moved onto the bed and pulled you into his arms. “I’m here, baby, it’s okay.” 

Your hands meekly wrap around him as you bury your face into his baggy Balenciaga t-shirt. Mark’s hand gently runs up and down your back to try and calm you down, but it does little to soothe your jumbled up thoughts. There’s too much going on around you. Too many things going wrong. Too many things in your mind. Are you broken? Why can’t you feel happy when you have almost everything you need? You have a home to call yours, a stable job, your fluffy white dog baby, and your loving husband. You have everything, but why do you feel so… 

Empty?

It took a while, but you’ve finally calmed down. Mark rocks you back and forth gently, humming anything that comes to mind to try and get your mind moving at a more calming pace. Your grip around him has loosened only slightly, but Mark doesn’t let you go even for a second. He still holds onto you, calloused hands gently running up and down your back while his cheek rests on the top of your head. The room’s gone silent, but your husband still doesn’t talk. 

“Mark,” you softly say, making him hum in response almost too eagerly; as though he was waiting for you to say something—waiting until you were ready to say something. “I don’t want to feel this way anymore.” Your voice has become a whisper that Mark almost misses had he not been on guard for your every word. But the way your voice cracks only adds to his pain for you. 

“What’s wrong, my baby?” he asks softly as he pulls away. 

Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out. You don’t know what’s wrong. So, that’s what you tell him, “I… I don’t know.” Your grip around him becomes tighter when you can feel more tears prick your eyes. “I don’t know, Mark. I’ve just… felt so tired. I’m so tired, Mark. Of everything. I don’t know why.” 

“You need some rest, (Y/n),” Mark says gently as his hand moves to cradle the back of your head. He leans his head down and presses a kiss to the crown of your head, a simple gesture that he does to let you know that he’s there. “I haven’t seen you truly glow in a while. It pains me to see you like this, baby.”  He pulls away slightly, hands moving to cup your face and angle it so that his chocolate brown eyes are looking straight into yours, “I just want you to be okay.” 

“I-I’m sorry.” Your hands clenched into fists, his shirt bunching up in your hands as tears start streaming down your face once again. “I’m so sorry, Mark,” you hiccup. It hurts to see him in pain because of you. 

“It’s not your fault, my (Y/n).”  Mark starts pressing more kisses to the top of your head when you bury your face in the crook of his neck. “I promise you, it’s not your fault.” 

“Then why does it feel like it is?” Your voice cracks and it makes him squeeze his eyes shut. “Why does it feel like everything is my fault? Why am I even like this?” 

“You can’t control how you feel,” he says, his body starting to rock you back and forth once again. “It’s okay to feel this way.” 

“But I don’t want to feel like this.” Mark goes quiet. He honestly doesn’t know how to respond. He only knows that he needs to be there to help you, but he doesn’t know the right words. “You being here is enough,” you say when you can practically hear the cogs turning in his head. “Your presence is enough.” 

“I want to help you, (Y/n). I would give up everything for the chance to see you laugh again.” He pulls away to cup your face and look you in the eye once again, “you can always reach out to me whenever. I’m always here. I’ll be here to help you if you let me.” Mark leans down and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, your hands moving to hold his. His touch is so gentle as though you’re a porcelain doll that he might accidentally break if he’s too rough. 

“I love you,” you whisper. He presses another kiss to your skin, then another, and then another, until he’s just peppering your face with soft kisses. It’s enough to lighten your mood. “What are you doing?” you giggle. 

“I’m kissing you better,” Mark grins, happy that he’s managed to make you smile. “It seems to be working, so I’ll continue.” He presses another kiss to your nose and you respond by scrunching your face up. His thumbs brush away any stray tears, a small smile on his face as he presses his forehead against yours. “I love you, (Y/n). 

You’re my everything