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So anyways I think the worst part about Emma May is that she was so so loved. Fidds almost destroyed a city because she left him. Can you imagine loving someone that much? To the point of wanton destruction? She just couldn’t give him what he truly wanted so she lost her place in his list of priorities. He got carried away in Ford’s dazzling world and forgot that she was a person who needed companionship and attention, that she wasn’t just a concept to yearn for from a distance. Fiddleford forgot that she was a person a PERSON and all we see is this negative space, a garage in Palo Alto, an imprint left in their marriage bed, half a face on his desk, this forensic scattering left in her son’s existence and a crazed lunatic missing a Family, a Wife. She once existed. And he dug such a deep well of sadness within her that she quite literally disappeared completely from the narrative. Something something there’s a particularly cruel pain left by the selfishness of kindhearted men. Emma May, was it worth it?
#fiddleford was loved by so many people because he gave love so easily#but he was also irresponsible with that love and that’s why he broke himself and the people around him#he was a good man with clumsy hands#who tried to juggle ambition with affection and lost it all#morally gray man who wanted control but none of the responsibility so he erased and erased and erased#gravity falls#yujateababbles#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#fiddleford mcgucket#gravity falls fiddleford#gravity falls analysis#emma may dixon#emma may#emma may mcgucket#old man mcgucket#gravity falls essay
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Dad!swansea reaction to reader also being on the tulpar or wtv that thing is called??tysm i love your ficss
ʚDAD!SWANSEA X GN!READERɞ
SUMMARY : working with your dad for pony express.
WARNINGS : SPOILERS!!! Jimmy, mention of suicide, injuries, slight Daisuke x reader.
WORD COUNT : 916
A/n : tysm I'm glad you liked my fics!
Click "Keep reading" for more!ʚɞ☟
- Swansea did not expect you to be on that tulpar with him.
- he did hear you talking about applying for a job, he just didn't expect it to be that one.
- well, now you were with him again.
- you were a chef and he was greatful for that since you were good at cooking.
- it actually made him feel a lot better to have you around.
- you were the usual you, just cracking up jokes, making silly doodles and making paper swans for him.
- and to Swansea's absolute horror, you and Daisuke clicked.
- he actually doesn't mind you befriending Daisuke, he just finds it strange how Daisuke stares at you a little too hard when you're not looking.
- you're personality didn't change, just the charming, sometimes bubbly and happy person you were.
- it helped you get along with everyone on that ship (except for Jimmy) and it made Swansea happy to know that you're making friends.
- but he did notice how you and Daisuke were a little too close to each other...
- nevertheless he enjoyed your company with him at the tulpar.
- until the ship crashed...
- Curly did not end up well, he was in the worst state ever.
- seeing how Anya reacted to that, you took it upon yourself to help her take care of your captain.
- unlike Jimmy, you made sure as gentle as possible when it was time to give him painkillers.
- finding out about the food stash only lasting for a few months made you feel uneasy.
- with that, you started feeding yourself less and less, Swansea took notice of it.
- any time he eyed your plate he only found bits of pieces of food while the others had full plates.
- he also took notice when you stopped visiting Anya to get painkillers for your headaches.
- seeing how bad your state was getting, Swansea took it upon himself to confront you (your dad is worried :{) and that's when you broke down.
- you tried to justify why you fed yourself less, you were worried about your crewmates, so you made sure to put less food on your plate so that they can have more, same reasoning for the painkillers, Curly clearly needed them more.
- Swansea felt bad, you were too kind for your own good. If he knew that you were going on that ship with him, he would've stopped you.
- things took turn for the worse.
- you found out what Jimmy had Done to Anya, you started to resent him. Jimmy didn't take it very well.
- things just kept deteriorating, Anya locked herself inside the medical room, judging by her words, she wasn't feeling very well.
- Jimmy thought it was a good idea to get to Anya through the vent by going to the utility room, and to get there, he had to go through Swansea.
- to your absolute horror, you found your dad knocked out, shards of broken glass next to him on the ground. You immediately knew who's the cause of it.
- it was too late tho, Daisuke had already crawled inside the vent Swansea had warned him not too. Causing him to sustain painful injuries.
- you've had enough of Jimmy's bullshit.
- that's it, you snapped at him.
- he was the cause of Anya's suicide.
- he was the cause of Daisuke's painful injuries.
- your dad have had enough, he couldn't bear seeing Daisuke in pain anymore, so he ended his misery with a swing of his axe.
- Jimmy was irresponsible.
- you took the sharpest knife you could find, not bothering to hide it as you made your way to Jimmy.
- too bad for you, Jimmy had over powered you.
- now laying your back on the cold metal wall, pained huffs leaving your mouth, you put a hand on your sliced throat, the knife you've tried to kill Jimmy with now deep in your abdomen.
- the last thing you saw before dying was Swansea looking down at you, visibly furious as he held his axe, he wasn't letting this slide.
- too bad, Jimmy had the gun.
- now tied in a chair, Jimmy let the middle-aged man speak his last words before shooting two bullets in his brain.
- Curly was guilty.
- if he had taken action, none of this would've happened.
- if he had taken action, none of you would've died in those gruesome ways.
- this wasn't what he had expected.
- that wasn't what he had wished for.
- a bad ending.
- jk y'all.
- the tulpar was found not too long after.
- luckily, everyone had made it out alive, except for Jimmy.
- Anya was now in a better state, the hospital staff making sure to look after her.
- Daisuke managed to survive that painful swing, though, he understood Swansea's actions, but his eye sight was a bit foggy.
- Swansea survived both bullets, with one eye remaining, he was glad that you and the others were alive and well.
- speaking of which, you were doing fine, the wound in your stomach hurt and you had a bit of a problem when it came to speaking, thanks for the damaged vocal cords Jimmy.
- Curly was the one who was looked after the most, he was doing alright, he had gotten better treatment and was using a wheelchair for now.
- after the incident, you and the other hung out with each other often.
- Daisuke coming over to visit you and Swansea, he sometimes would spend time with you and your sisters, which brought you closer to each other.
- after all, you've gotten a good ending.
#mouthwashing#mouthwashing game#mouthwashing x reader#mouthwashing swansea#mouthwashing anya#mouthwashing curly#mouthwashing daisuke#mouthwashing jimmy#swansea mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#daisuke mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#swansea#dad swansea#anya#curly#daisuke#jimmy#mouthwashing x gn reader#mouthwashing fanfiction#mouthwashing fandom#mouthwashing fanfic#𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜﹏⌕□𖤐
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I'm doing super normal and am being very productive today. I did not sleep till noon and then write baby fever fluff instead of work. That would be wildly irresponsible.
...anyway here's some baby fever fluff with Leman. (On my phone so probably not edited or formatted great)
Ao3
Lemanette Baby Fluff
“We don't bite our friends-” The Legion Mother of the Space Wolves chided. She picked up the squirmy demi-god as he fussed and tried to sink his tiny fangs into the arm of a laughing Astartes again.
“It's alright, Wolf Mother, Little Russ can teeth on me whenever he wants!” The good-natured Bloodclaw said with a proud smile. She chuckled, cradling the baby to her shoulder and trying to soothe his fussing.
“I don't want him to get in the habit of chomping on anyone he likes, but thank you.” She sighed with a smile, rocking side to side a little.
The baby calmed down and looked up at her from her arms, pouting and looking at her with his fathers blue-grey eyes. She smiled and let out a deep, resigned sigh. She couldn't stay mad at him, he didn't know what he was doing.
She gave a nod goodbye to her sons latest chew toy, cradling the baby to her shoulder and humming a soothing lullaby quietly. She made her way through the tunnels of the Aett to her families little home, a set of rooms and quarters Leman had set aside for them to act as a private dwelling while they raised their pup.
“Leman! He's chewing on the bloodclaws again.” She said with a chuckle as she brought the baby to his crib.
“Well he'd be less bitey if you let him teethe properly.” Russ said as he joined them in the nursery.
She furrowed her brow and frowned. “I'm not letting him chew bones, Leman.” She said sternly.
He pouted back. “Why not? I cut my teeth on bones when I was his age-”
“Again, you were raised by actual literal wolves, Leman. You know that's a way to call someone improper where I'm from? ‘Were you raised by wolves??’” She huffed, crossing her arms. The littler Russ giggled and pulled himself up in his crib, tugging playfully on his mother's hair.
Leman rolled his eyes, “My little love, he is also being raised by wolves. A good femur to gnaw on will get him through the worst of it and sharpen his fangs.” He said, smiling at his sons babbling and bouncing in the crib.
She grimaced. “Ew- no, no, I will not treat my child like an actual animal. I'll get him some teethers from a civilized place, something made of stuff babies can actually chew on without making me think they'll get parasites.” She grumbled, turning to the baby and giving him her hands to hold onto so he could bounce on his pudgy legs.
Leman chuckled, walking up behind her and snaking an arm around her waist, pulling her to his side. He put his chin on top of her head, needing to bend a little to do so, and smiled. He kissed the crown of her hair. “You are so doting on him, my little wolf mother. The pup is half primarch. He probably could subside off snow and rocks.” He murmured, kissing the side of her head.
She sighed, leaning into the hug. “I don't know that, though. I don't know anything about what parts of being a primarch he got…” she pouted, lifting the baby back into her arms and cradling him between them.
Leman ran a gentle hand over his sons fine cornsilk hair. “Well, we know he got some strength when he wants it. And my fangs.” He said proudly. “And we know he heals faster than baselines, like when he got that bump on his forehead, and it healed in an hour.”
She sighed and smiled, pressing her lips to the babys soft hair, making the boy giggle in delight. “That one is very comforting, at least. Though maybe not so much, as he'll probably get himself in enough trouble to rival a baseline boys' antics on a worse scale. I can only imagine the nonsense he could pull if he didn't fear injury.” She chuckled tiredly. “When I was young, my brother tried to sled of a cliff and broke his arm. Imagine how much chaos that would be if he healed the arm in a week? No consequences for little boy insanity?” She shuddered, squeezing the baby closer to her.
Leman laughed gently, kissing her cheek. “Do not fret, my little love, I will teach him to be responsible with his strengths and to not terrify his poor Mama.” He reassured.
She sighed, smiling up at him warmly. “You worry me enough. Now there's two of you. I don't know how I'll handle watching you both bare knuckle brawl monsters in the woods.” She said as she lay her head on his chest.
Leman grinned. “Easily- fret less and trust that I'm not so easy to kill. And Neither is our pup, it seems.” He said, scopping the giggly baby from her arms.
He grinned and held the boy up, spinning him in the air and illiciting a symphony of baby laughs and squeals from him. “Right, pup? You're going to be strong and sturdy like your Papa!” He grinned, his fanged smile matching his sons.
She leaned back against the crib, smiling softly and letting out a sigh. “I can't believe I went through all that work of growing him in my body, diligently building him out of pastries and honey-meat, and all I did was make a tiny exact copy of you.” She smiled as Leman swooshed the baby gently in the air like he was flying.
Leman laughed, his son joining him in sweet musical giggles. “Nonsense! He has your nose. And complextion.”
She rolled her eyes and chuckled. “Thats the stuff people say to moms when it's rude to say, ‘sorry, that baby is a miniature replica of your husband.’”
He laughed, pulling the baby to his shoulder and walking back to her, planting a big kiss on top of her head. “Easy solution, my little wolf mother.” He said, rubbing her back and pulling her to him.
She smiled and quirked her head in a question up at him.
He grinned mischievously. “We just have to try for a girl now.” He said with a gleam in his eye.
She laughed, blushing and leaning into his hug. “You're insatiable. I knew you'd want me to be pregnant constantly.” She teased, and he let out a low chuckle that rumbled through his chest.
“I don't remember ever denying those accusations.” He murmured, planting another kiss on her hair.
#lemanette baby fluff nonsense upon ye#I'm making my baby fever everyone elses problem today#does this make a trilogy of my breeding kink leman stuff? i think technically#wh40k#warhammer 40k#my work#wh40k fanfic#leman russ#space wolves#someone with kids tell me how tired and drained and sticky you are all the time im bout to pull my arm implant out with pliers lmao
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I mean... I kinda do blame Hagrid a bit? Like I love him but.... there's no way his classes would be approved for the children's health and safety. Not that Hogwarts itself would be in general, but Hagrid's COMC classes were definitely questionable, even for wizarding standards... so yeah, as much as Buckbeak didn't deserve to die, Hagrid also shouldn't have introduced such a dangerous animal to a group of third years without proper safety measures in place. My father, too, would be hearing about it if I was in that class! 😆
Yeah, I feel you, but there's also genre to contend with. The level of appropriate/acceptable danger in the wizarding world is already noticeably higher than it is in ours, so I debate whether or not to apply my own expectations for child safety and welfare to a class that's essentially about studying dangerous magical creatures. Like, students at Hogwarts suffer worse injuries than Draco's all the time — the mandrake scream could stun kids for hours, Lockhart's detentions involved a ton of pixie bites, flying lessons in general, QUIDDITCH, dueling club, blast-ended skrewts, Moody practicing Unforgivables on children (also potentially a breach of the rules but we never see consequences for it), et cetera, et cetera. At a certain point, we have to say that while all of this would be wildly inappropriate for a real children's school, the magical world is just built diff. We can't say that Hagrid is uniquely irresponsible without also indicting most of the other teachers for at one point or another doing something that could put students in harm's way. Which is part of what makes Malfoy's targeting of Hagrid so mean-spirited.
There's also the fact that Hagrid explicitly laid out a safety protocol for how to approach the hippogriffs, which Draco knowingly and willfully broke. The hippogriffs didn't respond well to Neville, either, but Neville backed off when he was told to, so he didn't get injured. Meanwhile, Draco ignores Hagrid's advice and tries to touch a wild and dangerous animal when he's been told not to. It's like a teacher at the petting zoo saying "don't put your hand in the goats enclosure" and then a kid shoving his hand in anyway, and then being surprisedpikachu.jpg when he gets bitten. So while I agree it's Hagrid's job not to let his students get hurt, I think the problem is more that Hagrid (having not worked as an educator) doesn't realize how dumb and/or stubborn children can be, and how "don't touch this thing, it will hurt you badly if you do" scans to some kids as "touchy touchy!"
But like, that's an argument for why Hagrid isn't qualified for the job in general. He's giving these kids creatures well above grade-level because he can handle them, and he has no idea how to rate a thirteen-year-old's abilities against his own (he didn't finish Hogwarts himself). So there's a problem of his inability to judge what would be an appropriate level of danger to expose a thirteen-year-old to, knowing, as teachers must know, that there's a chance kids won't follow the protocols you set down and may end up hurting themselves in the attempt. Which is a fair criticism to make of a first-term teacher who isn't paying a lot of attention to standardized curricula. And like, we know that Lucius Malfoy isn't doing this out of concern for the wellbeing of the student population of Hogwarts, or even out of concern for the wellbeing of his son, who the text suggests is milking his injury for clout well after it heals; he's doing this as a vengeful, petty power play to get his son's least favorite teacher kicked out of school, and Draco is doing it because he was embarrassed in front of his peers. So while Hagrid probably bears some of the blame for Malfoy's injury, his punishment for the whole thing reeks of fish.
#greenteacup asks#dumbledore in POA suggests that buckbeak is 'innocent'#in a line where he compares him to sirius#and i was always curious whether he meant that in the general sense that buckbeak is a wild animal#and hence shouldn't be blamed for attacking someone because That's What Wild Animals Do#or if he's making a thicker claim about buckbeak having been provoked into attacking malfoy#and hence not bearing the responsibility for what happened#dumbledore is obviously overfond of hagrid to the point of favoritism imo#because (i think) he feels guilt over hagrid's expulsion and his inability to do better for hagrid at the time#and — wait hang on a second. i need to make another post urgently.
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Make Me Forget
Winter Whumperland 2022: Day 8. Unexpected Kindness Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, f!reader, former Bob x reader
Summary: Soon after a tragedy strikes, Jake finds you at his door late one night. Will he do what he has always dreamt of and you are now begging him for? Or will he find the strength to do what is right?
Word Count: 4300
TW: Emotional Angst, Grief, Death of a Loved One, Main Character Death, Tears, Drunk Reader makes bad decisions, Intoxicated Kiss, Tattoo
Notes: Thank you to @lorecraft and @green-socks for talking me through this and their support! I love you guys!
Sequel to No Laughing Matter but can also be read as a stand-alone piece.
As Jake poured his third glass of bourbon of the night, he was starting to regret not taking Coyote up on his offer to go to the movies with him and his new girlfriend. There wasn’t anything interesting playing, but it would have been nice to take his mind off of things and just mindlessly watch some robots blow some shit up or whatever for two and a half hours. But instead, he was sitting alone in a dimly lit room with only his drink for company. Not his smartest idea, but he just didn’t know how to act around his best friend at the moment.
For the past eight months, Jake had been on an extended medical leave back in Texas after he was injured in a training exercise. The break was actually doing him a lot of good. He had forgotten what it felt like to not have to try to be the best all the time. For the first time since joining the Naval Academy straight out of high school, he let himself relax and didn’t worry about how he compared to those around him. He stopped cutting his hair and grew a beard, both things he was never allowed to do while on active duty. It felt like he had control over everything in his life for once. That was until he had gotten the phone call.
Which was how he found himself staying in this rental house back in California a month before he was to be cleared for active duty. Though they had kept in contact through texts and emails, he hadn’t expected to be in person with the entire Dagger Squad again this soon. Or at least…. almost the entire squad.
Downing the rest of his glass of bourbon, he reached for the bottle to pour another when a knock on his door drew his attention. At almost one a.m., he had no idea who it could be. Only a few people even knew where he was staying, and he had made it clear he wanted to be left alone tonight.
Throwing the door open, Jake inhaled sharply as he saw the last person he expected standing just outside. “Wh-what are you doing here?”
You rolled your eyes. “Well, hello to you too, Jake. You sure know how to make a girl feel wanted.”
“No, I’m sorry. I was just surprised to see you here. Especially this late.”
Neither of you spoke for a long moment, each just staring at the other. Jake hadn’t seen you since the service a few days ago but you looked even worse than you had then. Your hair was a mess, your lipstick was smudged, and your eyes looked sunken and bloodshot. It wouldn’t surprise Jake if he learned you hadn’t slept more than a few hours over the last few days. Not that he would have blamed you.
Finally, you broke the silence and asked, “You gonna make me keep standing out here, or are you gonna let me in?”
“Oh, right, sorry.” Jake held the door open wider as you pushed past him into the house. “How’d you get here? You didn’t drive, did you?”
You scoffed. “No. Do you really think I’m that irresponsible? Phoenix put me in a car after she made me leave the bar. The guy was driving past and I remembered you were staying here while you were in town.” You stumbled slightly as you walked around the small space examining the decor. It was clear why Phoenix sent you home for the night, though Jake was surprised she hadn’t insisted on going with you.
You spotted the still-open bottle of bourbon sitting on the table and grabbed at it, almost knocking it off the table. Without even trying to look for a glass, you pressed it to your lips and took a long swig. You grimaced as you swallowed yet raised the bottle for a second drink, but Jake placed his hand on your wrist before you could.
He gently eased the bottle out of your hand and set it back down. Running his hand lightly up and down your arm, he asked, “Not that it isn’t great to see you and all, but whatcha doing here, sweetheart? It’s late and it looks like you’ve already had an exciting night. Maybe you should just be heading home. I can drive you.” He reconsidered as he remembered the three glasses of bourbon he had drank that night. “Well, I can make sure you get home safely.”
“I don’t wanna go home,” you muttered faintly as you ran your fingers through the few drops of bourbon that had fallen onto the table. “I came here for you. I want you to do what you said…. last year in the bar.”
Jake’s brow furrowed as he tried to remember what you might be talking about. “I say a lot of things. You wanna give me a hint which one you’re talking about?”
Awkwardly removing your jacket and letting it fall to the floor behind you, you took a step closer causing Jake to step back so you didn’t bump into his chest. “You said one night was all it would take. That after one night with you, I would forget his name. I’m here so you can help me forget.”
Jake felt all the blood drain from his face as he realized what you were talking about. The night in the Hard Deck when he had gotten very drunk and tried to fight Bob. Not that it had been much of a fight considering Bob had laid him out with a single punch, but Jake had still felt awful about it. He apologized to both you and Bob the next day and it seemed like that night had been pretty much forgotten by everyone involved. But he guessed he was wrong….
Jake placed his hands on your now bare shoulders. “Sweetheart, you know I didn’t mean that. It was a stupid, drunken mistake that–”
“You meant it.” Your tone wasn’t harsh or accusing, just matter-of-fact. You took yet another step closer. “You’ve wanted me since the first day we met, don’t deny it. And you can try to brush off all your comments as teasing but I saw the look in your eye when you made them. You meant every word. But that’s okay. Because tonight, I’m giving you exactly what you’ve always wanted.”
You slammed your lips against Jake’s, catching him by surprise as you pushed him back against the wall. Your hands threaded through his long locks, grabbing hold and using them to pull him even deeper into your lips. Jake could taste the strong sting of alcohol on your breath as your tongue slipped clumsily into his mouth and he froze, unsure of what to do.
For just a second, he considered it. He had dreamt about you often since the day Bob introduced you, and they were always the sort of dreams where he couldn’t look Bob in the eye for a few hours afterward. Yet he had resigned himself to the fact that even if you and Bob ever broke up, you weren’t the kind of girl to go for someone like him. So this, this kiss, this chance, it was more than he ever hoped for.
And yet the second you slid your knee up to rub against the growing bulge in his pants, he snapped out of it. Grabbing your wrists, he gently untangled your hands from his hair and eased you off of him. Your eyes darted across his face, so desperate and confused as to why he pulled away that he almost lost his resolve and pressed his lips against yours once more.
Panting slightly, he whispered, “We can’t do this. I–I can’t do this.”
“Why not? It’s what you always wanted.”
“I can’t,” Jake whispered again, shaking his head.
Running your thumb over his cheek, tears began to roll down your face as you whispered back, “Yes, you can. It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s gone, Jake. He’s gone, and I’m falling apart without him. I just need someone right now. I need you. I need you to take me back into the bedroom and do what you’ve always wanted, just…. just make me forget. Please. Just for tonight. I just need this pain to go away for just one goddamn night.”
You leaned forward again but he shifted slightly so instead of your lips meeting, your foreheads did. Pressing firmly against you, Jake closed his eyes and took several long, deep breaths before he muttered, “Please don’t ask me again. I’m not a good enough man to deny you a third time. You’re right, I’ve always wanted you. I still want you. But not like this. We both deserve better than that.” Jake opened his eyes and stared directly into yours. “He deserves better than that.”
You jerked your head back as if he had slapped you, rapidly blinking in shock. Releasing him, you stumbled back from the wall, turning your back to him. When you finally faced him once more, Jake could tell some of the alcohol-induced fog had lifted. Tears were streaming down your face more quickly now and your bottom lip was quivering so hard, he could almost hear your teeth chattering.
Wrapping your arms across your chest, you sobbed, “What am I doing? He’s been gone for only a little over a week and I’m already throwing myself at one of his best friends.”
Jake wasn’t sure if you were just being hyperbolic in the heat of the moment, but hearing you call him “one of his best friends” caused a knot to form in Jake’s chest. But he ignored his own pain and tried to gather you into his arms, “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay.”
You struggled to free yourself from his embrace. “No, it’s not! I promised him I’d never do something like this. That he was the only one I ever wanted to be with. And now…. Now I almost–” Another wailing sob ripped through you, cutting off the rest of your words.
Jake didn’t know what to do. In fact, he’d been having a harder time than expected dealing with what happened. As unrealistic as it was, Jake couldn’t help but wonder if things would have been different if he had been back from leave and flying with the squad. Maybe he could have provided cover for Phoenix and Bob’s plane. Maybe that lucky bullet from the enemy wouldn’t have broken through the canopy and struck Bob in the neck. Maybe then he wouldn’t have bled out before Phoenix could even land the plane.
But all the what-ifs and could-have-been’s in the world wouldn’t change the fact that Bob was dead, and you were currently falling apart in Jake’s arms. However, where Jake might not have been there to help Bob then, he damn sure was going to do everything in his power to help you now.
“Sweetheart, look at me. Look at me!” You stopped struggling and gazed helplessly into Jake’s eyes. “I can’t be your Band-Aid to try to stop the pain, but you did nothing wrong tonight. It was only just a kiss and even if it had gone farther, you wouldn’t have been breaking any promises to him. Even in marriage, these things are only ‘til death do us part’, right? You held up your end of the bargain and he would understand. He would want you to be happy.”
“But I’m not! How am I ever supposed to be happy again when Bob is gone! We had our whole lives planned out together. He was going to propose and leave the Navy after his next tour so we could start a family. But now it’s all gone and I don’t know what to do.”
All of the fight suddenly went out of you, and you collapsed limply into Jake’s arms. Holding you tightly, Jake slowly sank to the floor and pulled you into his lap. Balling your fists into his shirt, you clung to him frantically as your body was wracked with sobs. There was nothing Jake could do but hold you tight and remind you that you weren’t alone.
After what seemed like hours, your sobs softened into sniffles before you eventually fell silent. Finally, you whispered, “Jake, how do I do this? It’s just too big. How do I deal with it?”
He took a deep breath and held it for a second before slowly releasing it. “I honestly don’t know. I guess you just take it one day at a time. It’s the best any of us can do. But you’re not alone. Let your friends help you through this.”
“Is that what we are, Jake? Friends?”
“I’d like to think so.” There was a moment of silence before Jake asked, “Why did you really come here tonight? To me. Was it just because you were driving by or….”
“You weren’t supposed to be this noble,” you chuckled dryly. “I thought out of everyone… Coyote has his new girlfriend, Fanboy and Payback can barely look at me right now, and Rooster’s been glued to Phoenix’s side all week. She’s trying to be strong for me but I know how much she is hurting too and he’s really helped her deal with things. So, that left you. And with your reputation and your little thing for me, I thought it was a full-proof plan. I guess I underestimated you. I’m sorry.”
“No, I guess that’s fair. You were right when you said I wanted you and that there was some truth behind my jokes and teasing. But I hope you know I would never have actually done anything. I wouldn’t have done that to Bob.”
You smiled softly as you linked your fingers with his before squeezing his hand. “I know. And so did he. He never minded your flirting because he said he knew at the end of the day you would never actually try it or make a move. And that I would never try anything either. So he just ignored it.” You shook your head softly. “God, how could someone have been so good?”
“I don’t know.” Jake wiped a tear off your cheek. “But he loved you so much. You were all he ever talked about when we were on a mission, just getting back to you. And Phoenix says your name was the last thing he said before…”
“She told me. I just wish I had been able to say goodbye.” Your voice broke and Jake pulled you tightly against his chest as your tears began to fall once more.
But they didn’t last very long. All of your crying must have taken a lot out of you because as your sobs began to dwindle and fade, Jake felt you slowly sagging in his arms. When he glanced down, he saw your eyes drooping further and further. The tears, alcohol, and late hour of night were all catching up to you and it wouldn’t be long before you had passed out completely.
Jake carefully helped get you to your feet before rising off the floor himself. His legs were numb from the way he was sitting, but he tried his best to ignore the sensation as he led you toward the bedroom.
“Where are we goin’?” you mumbled sleepily, your head leaning against his shoulder as he guided you.
“It’s late and I think it’s best if you stay here tonight. You can take my room and I’ll stay out on the couch. That way you can have the bed and a door with a lock if you want it.”
You chuckled softly without lifting your head. “Jake, I literally tried to force myself onto you tonight, and you turned me down. I think I can trust you not to sneak into the room while I’m sleeping.”
“True, but whatever makes you the most comfortable.”
He helped you climb into bed and covered you with his blanket. Almost immediately, your eyes fluttered closed and your breathing slowed. For just a moment, Jake stood there watching you sleep. You looked so relaxed and peaceful, that he wondered what you were dreaming about. It probably involved a blue-eyed, glasses-wearing WSO, or at least, he hoped it did.
Leaning over, Jake softly pressed his lips to the top of your head as he whispered, “Good night, sweetheart.”
Then he quietly backed out of the room and went to try to make the couch as comfortable as possible.
The sound of the front door clicking shut woke Jake the next morning. After raising his head slightly and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he saw a note and a still-steaming cup of coffee on the table in front of him. Sitting up, he brought the coffee to his lips as he read the note. It was short and sweet: Thanks for what you did…. and didn’t do.
Jake didn’t hear anything from you after that. He tried to text a few times, but you never responded. He talked to Phoenix so at least he knew you had made it home okay after you left his place, but that was all the information she would give him.
Days went by and he was just starting to think that he would never see or hear from you again when a knock sounded at his front door. And just like a few nights earlier, he opened it to see you standing there.
This time, you looked more like the you he remembered from before Bob’s death. The bags under your eyes weren’t as pronounced, your clothes looked more put together, and when you smiled at him as he opened the door, there was actually some light in your eyes. “Hey.”
“Hey….” he said as he leaned heavily on the door. “I’ve been thinking about you. How are you?”
“Um, better, I think. Still not good, and I don’t even know if I’ll ever be good again, but I guess progress is progress. Just taking it one day at a time, right?”
He smiled. “Yeah. One day at a time.”
There was a long pause before you said, “You really don’t like inviting me in, do you?”
“Oh! Sorry. Come in.” Jake stepped to the side, allowing you to pass by him, your arm lightly brushing his chest as you did. Once you were inside, he closed the door and asked, “So, uh, what can I do for you, sweetheart?”
With your back to him, you said, “I wanted to thank you for the other night. I wasn’t in a good place and I had been drinking and I made some bad decisions. And while I’m still not in a good place, now that I’m sober I’m mortified about said decisions. But the way you handled it….” You turned to face him, your lip quivering slightly. “Honestly, Jake, I don’t know how I would have ever forgiven myself if I woke up the next morning and realized we had gone through with it. Just thinking about it makes me physically ill.”
“Damn. I don’t think I would have been that bad in bed,” Jake scoffed, but he gave you a wide grin to let you know he was joking.
You smiled softly. “I’m sure you would have been exceptional. And I have no doubt that you could have lived up to your promise of making me forget everyone and everything but you in that moment.” Your face fell. “But after, when I did remember,…. It would have destroyed me. And I’m not saying I’ll never sleep with anyone ever again, but doing it that night– for that reason– would have felt like such a betrayal to Bob’s memory. So thank you for stopping me. I’m sure it wasn’t an easy decision to make.”
Jake ran his hand over the back of his neck. “I won’t lie and say part of me doesn’t regret not going through with it just a little bit, but overall I’m also glad it didn’t happen. When you feel like it’s time to take that step, you have every right to sleep with whoever you want and you’ll have nothing to feel guilty for. But I agree that night wasn’t the best time for it.”
“No, it wasn’t.” You shifted slightly as you looked at the floor. “I, uh, I was having an extra hard time that night because the Navy finally gave me a box of Bob’s stuff and I found a receipt where he had put a down payment on a ring.”
Inhaling sharply, Jake said, “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”
You shook your head. “It’s okay. We had talked about it a lot and I knew he was going to propose soon, I just wasn’t expecting that soon. It just made me think about all of the plans we had made that won’t ever happen now and…. I tried to drink the pain away but when that didn’t happen, I turned to you. It’s not an excuse for why I did what I did, but I thought you should have a little more context for why it happened.”
“No context needed. You got drunk and tried to sleep with the first available person you found. Who hasn’t been there?” You reached out and took his hand, giving it a small squeeze of thanks. The shift in your position drew Jake’s attention to something he hadn’t noticed before. He nodded towards the gauze poking out of the bottom of your shirt sleeve. “Didya do something to your arm?”
A soft smile spread across your lips as you glanced down at the floor. “I did, actually. I thought a lot about the other night and you made me realize that no matter how painful it is, I never want to forget Bob…. ever. I love him and I will always love him and I don’t want to forget a second of our time together or what he means to me. So, I found a way to keep a constant reminder of that with me always.”
Slowly, you rolled up your sleeve and unwrapped the gauze from your arm, revealing a vibrant tattoo underneath that hadn’t been there the other night. It was a heart made out of a thin branch or vine covered with leaves and small, five-petal blue flowers accented with yellow centers. It was a delicate design that perfectly fit the curvature of your arm.
“Wow. That looks amazing. Remind me to ask for your guy’s number if I ever decide to get more ink.”
Jake reached out to touch the design but hesitated as you whispered, “They’re forget-me-nots.”
He glanced at your face which was still smiling though he could see a hint of moisture collecting in your eyes. When you gave him a small nod, he let his fingers gently graze the tender skin of your freshly inked arm. It was only then that he noticed the small, faint lettering on the stem at the bottom of the heart: BOB.
Running his thumb over the letters, Jake said, “He would’ve loved this.”
“I think he would’ve too.” You ran your finger over one of the flowers as you gazed at it lovingly. Then you dropped your hand as you cleared your throat. “So, how much longer are you in town?”
Jake straightened up, removing his hand from your arm. “Just a few more days. I should be getting my medical clearance at the end of the month so I need to go home and make sure everything is in order for me to return to active duty.”
“That’s sort of a shame. I think your time on leave has been good for you.”
Jake frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. You’re…. different. Like, it’s not just the longer hair and the beard– both of which look really great on you by the way– but it’s your attitude and how you hold yourself. Plus I don’t think the old Jake would have ever done what you did the other night.”
“Yeah, well, then maybe this new Jake is just an idiot. He’d have to be to ever push you away.”
“Not an idiot. Just a better man than people give him credit for.” Leaning over, you lightly pressed your lips to his cheek.
Jake felt his heart leap in his chest and it took everything in him not to turn his head and capture your lips with his. But you were right, he had changed. The old Jake probably would have kissed you, yet now….
Clearing his throat as you took a step back, he asked, “What do you think you’ll do now?”
Sighing, you said, “I don’t know. Without Bob, I don’t really have a reason to stay in California. My parents want me to move back near them so I have a familial support system around and I’m considering it. I think a change would be good for me.”
“Apparently, it did wonders for me,” Jake teased. “But whatever you decide, I’m always here if you need anything, anything at all. You have my number.”
Reaching out, you placed your hand on his arm and gave it a light squeeze. “Thank you. I’ll remember that. And good luck going back to work. Be safe up there.”
You dropped your hand and started to walk out of the door. When you were halfway down the steps, Jake called out, “Hey… Maybe one day in the future if you decide it’s time to move on with someone new, you look me up.”
Glancing back towards the door, you gave him a small, reserved smile. “Maybe…. One day. Goodbye, Jake.” Then you turned and soon disappeared from view.
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Make Me Forget
Winter Whumperland 2022: Day 8. Unexpected Kindness Fandom: Top Gun, Top Gun: Maverick, Jake "Hangman" Seresin, f!reader, former Bob x reader
Summary: Soon after a tragedy strikes, Jake finds you at his door late one night. Will he do what he has always dreamt of and you are now begging him for? Or will he find the strength to do what is right?
Word Count: 4300
TW: Emotional Angst, Grief, Death of a Loved One, Main Character Death, Tears, Drunk Reader makes bad decisions, Intoxicated Kiss, Tattoo
Notes: Thank you to @lorecraft and @green-socks for talking me through this and their support! I love you guys!
Sequel to No Laughing Matter but can also be read as a stand-alone piece.
As Jake poured his third glass of bourbon of the night, he was starting to regret not taking Coyote up on his offer to go to the movies with him and his new girlfriend. There wasn’t anything interesting playing, but it would have been nice to take his mind off of things and just mindlessly watch some robots blow some shit up or whatever for two and a half hours. But instead, he was sitting alone in a dimly lit room with only his drink for company. Not his smartest idea, but he just didn’t know how to act around his best friend at the moment.
For the past eight months, Jake had been on an extended medical leave back in Texas after he was injured in a training exercise. The break was actually doing him a lot of good. He had forgotten what it felt like to not have to try to be the best all the time. For the first time since joining the Naval Academy straight out of high school, he let himself relax and didn’t worry about how he compared to those around him. He stopped cutting his hair and grew a beard, both things he was never allowed to do while on active duty. It felt like he had control over everything in his life for once. That was until he had gotten the phone call.
Which was how he found himself staying in this rental house back in California a month before he was to be cleared for active duty. Though they had kept in contact through texts and emails, he hadn’t expected to be in person with the entire Dagger Squad again this soon. Or at least…. almost the entire squad.
Downing the rest of his glass of bourbon, he reached for the bottle to pour another when a knock on his door drew his attention. At almost one a.m., he had no idea who it could be. Only a few people even knew where he was staying, and he had made it clear he wanted to be left alone tonight.
Throwing the door open, Jake inhaled sharply as he saw the last person he expected standing just outside. “Wh-what are you doing here?”
You rolled your eyes. “Well, hello to you too, Jake. You sure know how to make a girl feel wanted.”
“No, I’m sorry. I was just surprised to see you here. Especially this late.”
Neither of you spoke for a long moment, each just staring at the other. Jake hadn’t seen you since the service a few days ago but you looked even worse than you had then. Your hair was a mess, your lipstick was smudged, and your eyes looked sunken and bloodshot. It wouldn’t surprise Jake if he learned you hadn’t slept more than a few hours over the last few days. Not that he would have blamed you.
Finally, you broke the silence and asked, “You gonna make me keep standing out here, or are you gonna let me in?”
“Oh, right, sorry.” Jake held the door open wider as you pushed past him into the house. “How’d you get here? You didn’t drive, did you?”
You scoffed. “No. Do you really think I’m that irresponsible? Phoenix put me in a car after she made me leave the bar. The guy was driving past and I remembered you were staying here while you were in town.” You stumbled slightly as you walked around the small space examining the decor. It was clear why Phoenix sent you home for the night, though Jake was surprised she hadn’t insisted on going with you.
You spotted the still-open bottle of bourbon sitting on the table and grabbed at it, almost knocking it off the table. Without even trying to look for a glass, you pressed it to your lips and took a long swig. You grimaced as you swallowed yet raised the bottle for a second drink, but Jake placed his hand on your wrist before you could.
He gently eased the bottle out of your hand and set it back down. Running his hand lightly up and down your arm, he asked, “Not that it isn’t great to see you and all, but whatcha doing here, sweetheart? It’s late and it looks like you’ve already had an exciting night. Maybe you should just be heading home. I can drive you.” He reconsidered as he remembered the three glasses of bourbon he had drank that night. “Well, I can make sure you get home safely.”
“I don’t wanna go home,” you muttered faintly as you ran your fingers through the few drops of bourbon that had fallen onto the table. “I came here for you. I want you to do what you said…. last year in the bar.”
Jake’s brow furrowed as he tried to remember what you might be talking about. “I say a lot of things. You wanna give me a hint which one you’re talking about?”
Awkwardly removing your jacket and letting it fall to the floor behind you, you took a step closer causing Jake to step back so you didn’t bump into his chest. “You said one night was all it would take. That after one night with you, I would forget his name. I’m here so you can help me forget.”
Jake felt all the blood drain from his face as he realized what you were talking about. The night in the Hard Deck when he had gotten very drunk and tried to fight Bob. Not that it had been much of a fight considering Bob had laid him out with a single punch, but Jake had still felt awful about it. He apologized to both you and Bob the next day and it seemed like that night had been pretty much forgotten by everyone involved. But he guessed he was wrong….
Jake placed his hands on your now bare shoulders. “Sweetheart, you know I didn’t mean that. It was a stupid, drunken mistake that–”
“You meant it.” Your tone wasn’t harsh or accusing, just matter-of-fact. You took yet another step closer. “You’ve wanted me since the first day we met, don’t deny it. And you can try to brush off all your comments as teasing but I saw the look in your eye when you made them. You meant every word. But that’s okay. Because tonight, I’m giving you exactly what you’ve always wanted.”
You slammed your lips against Jake’s, catching him by surprise as you pushed him back against the wall. Your hands threaded through his long locks, grabbing hold and using them to pull him even deeper into your lips. Jake could taste the strong sting of alcohol on your breath as your tongue slipped clumsily into his mouth and he froze, unsure of what to do.
For just a second, he considered it. He had dreamt about you often since the day Bob introduced you, and they were always the sort of dreams where he couldn’t look Bob in the eye for a few hours afterward. Yet he had resigned himself to the fact that even if you and Bob ever broke up, you weren’t the kind of girl to go for someone like him. So this, this kiss, this chance, it was more than he ever hoped for.
And yet the second you slid your knee up to rub against the growing bulge in his pants, he snapped out of it. Grabbing your wrists, he gently untangled your hands from his hair and eased you off of him. Your eyes darted across his face, so desperate and confused as to why he pulled away that he almost lost his resolve and pressed his lips against yours once more.
Panting slightly, he whispered, “We can’t do this. I–I can’t do this.”
“Why not? It’s what you always wanted.”
“I can’t,” Jake whispered again, shaking his head.
Running your thumb over his cheek, tears began to roll down your face as you whispered back, “Yes, you can. It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s gone, Jake. He’s gone, and I’m falling apart without him. I just need someone right now. I need you. I need you to take me back into the bedroom and do what you’ve always wanted, just…. just make me forget. Please. Just for tonight. I just need this pain to go away for just one goddamn night.”
You leaned forward again but he shifted slightly so instead of your lips meeting, your foreheads did. Pressing firmly against you, Jake closed his eyes and took several long, deep breaths before he muttered, “Please don’t ask me again. I’m not a good enough man to deny you a third time. You’re right, I’ve always wanted you. I still want you. But not like this. We both deserve better than that.” Jake opened his eyes and stared directly into yours. “He deserves better than that.”
You jerked your head back as if he had slapped you, rapidly blinking in shock. Releasing him, you stumbled back from the wall, turning your back to him. When you finally faced him once more, Jake could tell some of the alcohol-induced fog had lifted. Tears were streaming down your face more quickly now and your bottom lip was quivering so hard, he could almost hear your teeth chattering.
Wrapping your arms across your chest, you sobbed, “What am I doing? He’s been gone for only a little over a week and I’m already throwing myself at one of his best friends.”
Jake wasn’t sure if you were just being hyperbolic in the heat of the moment, but hearing you call him “one of his best friends” caused a knot to form in Jake’s chest. But he ignored his own pain and tried to gather you into his arms, “It’s okay, sweetheart. It’s okay.”
You struggled to free yourself from his embrace. “No, it’s not! I promised him I’d never do something like this. That he was the only one I ever wanted to be with. And now…. Now I almost–” Another wailing sob ripped through you, cutting off the rest of your words.
Jake didn’t know what to do. In fact, he’d been having a harder time than expected dealing with what happened. As unrealistic as it was, Jake couldn’t help but wonder if things would have been different if he had been back from leave and flying with the squad. Maybe he could have provided cover for Phoenix and Bob’s plane. Maybe that lucky bullet from the enemy wouldn’t have broken through the canopy and struck Bob in the neck. Maybe then he wouldn’t have bled out before Phoenix could even land the plane.
But all the what-ifs and could-have-been’s in the world wouldn’t change the fact that Bob was dead, and you were currently falling apart in Jake’s arms. However, where Jake might not have been there to help Bob then, he damn sure was going to do everything in his power to help you now.
“Sweetheart, look at me. Look at me!” You stopped struggling and gazed helplessly into Jake’s eyes. “I can’t be your Band-Aid to try to stop the pain, but you did nothing wrong tonight. It was only just a kiss and even if it had gone farther, you wouldn’t have been breaking any promises to him. Even in marriage, these things are only ‘til death do us part’, right? You held up your end of the bargain and he would understand. He would want you to be happy.”
“But I’m not! How am I ever supposed to be happy again when Bob is gone! We had our whole lives planned out together. He was going to propose and leave the Navy after his next tour so we could start a family. But now it’s all gone and I don’t know what to do.”
All of the fight suddenly went out of you, and you collapsed limply into Jake’s arms. Holding you tightly, Jake slowly sank to the floor and pulled you into his lap. Balling your fists into his shirt, you clung to him frantically as your body was wracked with sobs. There was nothing Jake could do but hold you tight and remind you that you weren’t alone.
After what seemed like hours, your sobs softened into sniffles before you eventually fell silent. Finally, you whispered, “Jake, how do I do this? It’s just too big. How do I deal with it?”
He took a deep breath and held it for a second before slowly releasing it. “I honestly don’t know. I guess you just take it one day at a time. It’s the best any of us can do. But you’re not alone. Let your friends help you through this.”
“Is that what we are, Jake? Friends?”
“I’d like to think so.” There was a moment of silence before Jake asked, “Why did you really come here tonight? To me. Was it just because you were driving by or….”
“You weren’t supposed to be this noble,” you chuckled dryly. “I thought out of everyone… Coyote has his new girlfriend, Fanboy and Payback can barely look at me right now, and Rooster’s been glued to Phoenix’s side all week. She’s trying to be strong for me but I know how much she is hurting too and he’s really helped her deal with things. So, that left you. And with your reputation and your little thing for me, I thought it was a full-proof plan. I guess I underestimated you. I’m sorry.”
“No, I guess that’s fair. You were right when you said I wanted you and that there was some truth behind my jokes and teasing. But I hope you know I would never have actually done anything. I wouldn’t have done that to Bob.”
You smiled softly as you linked your fingers with his before squeezing his hand. “I know. And so did he. He never minded your flirting because he said he knew at the end of the day you would never actually try it or make a move. And that I would never try anything either. So he just ignored it.” You shook your head softly. “God, how could someone have been so good?”
“I don’t know.” Jake wiped a tear off your cheek. “But he loved you so much. You were all he ever talked about when we were on a mission, just getting back to you. And Phoenix says your name was the last thing he said before…”
“She told me. I just wish I had been able to say goodbye.” Your voice broke and Jake pulled you tightly against his chest as your tears began to fall once more.
But they didn’t last very long. All of your crying must have taken a lot out of you because as your sobs began to dwindle and fade, Jake felt you slowly sagging in his arms. When he glanced down, he saw your eyes drooping further and further. The tears, alcohol, and late hour of night were all catching up to you and it wouldn’t be long before you had passed out completely.
Jake carefully helped get you to your feet before rising off the floor himself. His legs were numb from the way he was sitting, but he tried his best to ignore the sensation as he led you toward the bedroom.
“Where are we goin’?” you mumbled sleepily, your head leaning against his shoulder as he guided you.
“It’s late and I think it’s best if you stay here tonight. You can take my room and I’ll stay out on the couch. That way you can have the bed and a door with a lock if you want it.”
You chuckled softly without lifting your head. “Jake, I literally tried to force myself onto you tonight, and you turned me down. I think I can trust you not to sneak into the room while I’m sleeping.”
“True, but whatever makes you the most comfortable.”
He helped you climb into bed and covered you with his blanket. Almost immediately, your eyes fluttered closed and your breathing slowed. For just a moment, Jake stood there watching you sleep. You looked so relaxed and peaceful, that he wondered what you were dreaming about. It probably involved a blue-eyed, glasses-wearing WSO, or at least, he hoped it did.
Leaning over, Jake softly pressed his lips to the top of your head as he whispered, “Good night, sweetheart.”
Then he quietly backed out of the room and went to try to make the couch as comfortable as possible.
The sound of the front door clicking shut woke Jake the next morning. After raising his head slightly and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he saw a note and a still-steaming cup of coffee on the table in front of him. Sitting up, he brought the coffee to his lips as he read the note. It was short and sweet: Thanks for what you did…. and didn’t do.
Jake didn’t hear anything from you after that. He tried to text a few times, but you never responded. He talked to Phoenix so at least he knew you had made it home okay after you left his place, but that was all the information she would give him.
Days went by and he was just starting to think that he would never see or hear from you again when a knock sounded at his front door. And just like a few nights earlier, he opened it to see you standing there.
This time, you looked more like the you he remembered from before Bob’s death. The bags under your eyes weren’t as pronounced, your clothes looked more put together, and when you smiled at him as he opened the door, there was actually some light in your eyes. “Hey.”
“Hey….” he said as he leaned heavily on the door. “I’ve been thinking about you. How are you?”
“Um, better, I think. Still not good, and I don’t even know if I’ll ever be good again, but I guess progress is progress. Just taking it one day at a time, right?”
He smiled. “Yeah. One day at a time.”
There was a long pause before you said, “You really don’t like inviting me in, do you?”
“Oh! Sorry. Come in.” Jake stepped to the side, allowing you to pass by him, your arm lightly brushing his chest as you did. Once you were inside, he closed the door and asked, “So, uh, what can I do for you, sweetheart?”
With your back to him, you said, “I wanted to thank you for the other night. I wasn’t in a good place and I had been drinking and I made some bad decisions. And while I’m still not in a good place, now that I’m sober I’m mortified about said decisions. But the way you handled it….” You turned to face him, your lip quivering slightly. “Honestly, Jake, I don’t know how I would have ever forgiven myself if I woke up the next morning and realized we had gone through with it. Just thinking about it makes me physically ill.”
“Damn. I don’t think I would have been that bad in bed,” Jake scoffed, but he gave you a wide grin to let you know he was joking.
You smiled softly. “I’m sure you would have been exceptional. And I have no doubt that you could have lived up to your promise of making me forget everyone and everything but you in that moment.” Your face fell. “But after, when I did remember,…. It would have destroyed me. And I’m not saying I’ll never sleep with anyone ever again, but doing it that night– for that reason– would have felt like such a betrayal to Bob’s memory. So thank you for stopping me. I’m sure it wasn’t an easy decision to make.”
Jake ran his hand over the back of his neck. “I won’t lie and say part of me doesn’t regret not going through with it just a little bit, but overall I’m also glad it didn’t happen. When you feel like it’s time to take that step, you have every right to sleep with whoever you want and you’ll have nothing to feel guilty for. But I agree that night wasn’t the best time for it.”
“No, it wasn’t.” You shifted slightly as you looked at the floor. “I, uh, I was having an extra hard time that night because the Navy finally gave me a box of Bob’s stuff and I found a receipt where he had put a down payment on a ring.”
Inhaling sharply, Jake said, “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”
You shook your head. “It’s okay. We had talked about it a lot and I knew he was going to propose soon, I just wasn’t expecting that soon. It just made me think about all of the plans we had made that won’t ever happen now and…. I tried to drink the pain away but when that didn’t happen, I turned to you. It’s not an excuse for why I did what I did, but I thought you should have a little more context for why it happened.”
“No context needed. You got drunk and tried to sleep with the first available person you found. Who hasn’t been there?” You reached out and took his hand, giving it a small squeeze of thanks. The shift in your position drew Jake’s attention to something he hadn’t noticed before. He nodded towards the gauze poking out of the bottom of your shirt sleeve. “Didya do something to your arm?”
A soft smile spread across your lips as you glanced down at the floor. “I did, actually. I thought a lot about the other night and you made me realize that no matter how painful it is, I never want to forget Bob…. ever. I love him and I will always love him and I don’t want to forget a second of our time together or what he means to me. So, I found a way to keep a constant reminder of that with me always.”
Slowly, you rolled up your sleeve and unwrapped the gauze from your arm, revealing a vibrant tattoo underneath that hadn’t been there the other night. It was a heart made out of a thin branch or vine covered with leaves and small, five-petal blue flowers accented with yellow centers. It was a delicate design that perfectly fit the curvature of your arm.
“Wow. That looks amazing. Remind me to ask for your guy’s number if I ever decide to get more ink.”
Jake reached out to touch the design but hesitated as you whispered, “They’re forget-me-nots.”
He glanced at your face which was still smiling though he could see a hint of moisture collecting in your eyes. When you gave him a small nod, he let his fingers gently graze the tender skin of your freshly inked arm. It was only then that he noticed the small, faint lettering on the stem at the bottom of the heart: BOB.
Running his thumb over the letters, Jake said, “He would’ve loved this.”
“I think he would’ve too.” You ran your finger over one of the flowers as you gazed at it lovingly. Then you dropped your hand as you cleared your throat. “So, how much longer are you in town?”
Jake straightened up, removing his hand from your arm. “Just a few more days. I should be getting my medical clearance at the end of the month so I need to go home and make sure everything is in order for me to return to active duty.”
“That’s sort of a shame. I think your time on leave has been good for you.”
Jake frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t know. You’re…. different. Like, it’s not just the longer hair and the beard– both of which look really great on you by the way– but it’s your attitude and how you hold yourself. Plus I don’t think the old Jake would have ever done what you did the other night.”
“Yeah, well, then maybe this new Jake is just an idiot. He’d have to be to ever push you away.”
“Not an idiot. Just a better man than people give him credit for.” Leaning over, you lightly pressed your lips to his cheek.
Jake felt his heart leap in his chest and it took everything in him not to turn his head and capture your lips with his. But you were right, he had changed. The old Jake probably would have kissed you, yet now….
Clearing his throat as you took a step back, he asked, “What do you think you’ll do now?”
Sighing, you said, “I don’t know. Without Bob, I don’t really have a reason to stay in California. My parents want me to move back near them so I have a familial support system around and I’m considering it. I think a change would be good for me.”
“Apparently, it did wonders for me,” Jake teased. “But whatever you decide, I’m always here if you need anything, anything at all. You have my number.”
Reaching out, you placed your hand on his arm and gave it a light squeeze. “Thank you. I’ll remember that. And good luck going back to work. Be safe up there.”
You dropped your hand and started to walk out of the door. When you were halfway down the steps, Jake called out, “Hey… Maybe one day in the future if you decide it’s time to move on with someone new, you look me up.”
Glancing back towards the door, you gave him a small, reserved smile. “Maybe…. One day. Goodbye, Jake.” Then you turned and soon disappeared from view.
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Takuya x Inazuma! Confident! reader
Well... I didn't finish this on Valentine's but it's here before White Day.
It's more of a Confident-in-their-feelings! kinda thing.
It's a bit different then previous things I wrote, as the dialog is only at the end, but I hope you like it either way.
Little unrevealing of Itto Story Quest - I mean Takuya is here
You were not part of the Arataki Gang, well not officially. You were always there whenever they needed help that is. It started when you somehow befriended Kuki Shinobu and then came the rest of the Gang and now whenever Shinobu is not available to help the Gang get out of trouble they seek your help.
Surprisingly, you weren't scared of the Oni leader, opposite actually. You found him rather childish and irresponsible but he never failed to bring a smile to your face.
That's why when your extravagant friends first introduced you to Takuya he was surprised that you cared so much for the Arataki Gang and for the Red Oni. That another human beside the gang members and Traveler could be even a little compassionate when it comes to oni.
And well, after a few more meetings and experiencing your acts of service and protectiveness on a more personal level he ended up falling. Hard.
It was difficult for him to admit it, but he really felt like you were his other half, the better half. And he would be lying if he said he didn't become protective of you in a certain way.
After all the trouble he caused and the punishment he served for it, he felt a little better knowing there could be- there was and still is someone who could help him.
His little changes in character and behaviour when it came to you were quickly discovered by you yourself of course and so a little fast forward you started dating.
You, as always, were confident in yourself and your feelings. On the other hand, the blue oni felt like despite his feelings and the bond you two had, he wasn't enough for you, but he wanted to. He so wanted too.
He felt himself struggling to admit out loud the feelings he harboured but he learned from you that he could show it also by taking care of you, by being protective and by being by your side whenever you needed help.
It would be another calm day for him, if not the conversation he overheard while in Ritou. Apparently a couple broke up because one wasn't clear enough with their feelings making the other seem as if they weren't happy and didn't even try to keep the relationship going.
This caused the blue oni to worry even more. Would you also break up with him because he can't say the words back to you? Maybe you're tired of not hearing it, or maybe you are not even aware of the fact that he truly adores you and you're just with him because you're jo- No. This thought didn't even finish inside his head, you wouldn't do something like that to him. He knew you well enough to know that.
His troubled expression was soon noticed by his red oni friend and well once he set his mind to it Itto wouldn't leave anyone alone before getting what he wants.
Takuya then reluctantly told him about his worries and the red oni's mind was on one thing that could help in this situation. Ms Hina.
The advice column she has in the Publishing House. Immediately he proposed for Takuya to write about his problem to Ms Hina because she surely could help him solve it.
So they both write to Ms Hina about how Takuya has trouble telling you that he loves you and he is really nervous and worries that you may get finally sick of it and break up with him. They waited patiently for the response and you noticed that Takuya was more fidgety around you and certainly more stressed as of late. But whenever you tried to talk with him about it he always said it was nothing.
Finally the day came that Ms Hina replied that there may be other ways to say the phrase and other words to mean the same thing and if his partner loves him they surely won't mind other ways of showing that he cares.
At the same time you didn't have much to do that day and while walking past the Publishing House you decided to read through the column of Ms Hina and surprisingly you recognized one of the stories. It was odly familiar to that of yours and Takuya's and the way of writing also pointed at Takuya being the author of this question.
And so even more curiously you started reading about it.
Takuya, after acknowledging the advice from Miss Hina, asked around with the Gang's help what is the best way to tell someone 'I love you' and he finally found in some poetry book the phrase that was used with young couples nowadays and so he decided that it would be his phrase to show how much he was actually enamored with you. Hoping that you'd get what he meant and if not he decided to make you read the book and that way you'd now for sure. He also hoped that these words would actually be easier to say then the actual meaning of them.
When you and Takuya meet the next time he invited you for stargazing and he nervously tried to tell you but you decided to tease him a little, because how could he even think that you'd want to break up with him because of that. It didn't really mattered to you, not everyone was so upfront and confident in their feelings like you and you understand it.
"The moon is beautiful, isn't it?"
He told you suddenly and you smirked to yourself before tilting your head and replying,
"You could say that, although if the skies were a little bit clearer it would be more visible."
You teased him and when you turn to him to saw the confused face he had and the grip he now held on the book he brought with him.
"I- I mean- it was..."
You smiled slowly and pushed yourself closer to him taking his hand in yours and entwining your fingers together.
"Hahaha, sorry. I understood, don't worry. I also think the moon is beautiful."
His gaze finally stopped at your eyes and seeing them sparkling with the night lights he sighed in relief tightening the hold on your hand.
You chuckled lightly before placing youself in front of his view and holding both of his hands.
"You don't need to worry about it. I can wait as long as needed to hear you say the words, for now I'm just happy with you showing me that you love me and that you care about me."
You told him, slowly. Hoping he'll be as confident in you not letting yourself slip out of his finger as you know he won't from yours.
"But I thought you'd be angry that I can't say it."
He muttered lowly, his head falling down but you stopped him with your hands which now were placed onto his cheeks making him look at you and only you.
"I won't ever be angry at you for something like that. For now let me be the one to say it for the both of us. I love you. I really do."
You sealed the words with a meaningful kiss on his lips and you could feel his hands twitching to hold you closer to him. And when they fell upon your figure a booming voice yelled from the nearby bushes.
"See I told you the One and Oni Arataki Itto's got you covered!" The Red Oni enthusiastically run up to the two of you.
"Itto, what the hell are you doing here?" Takuya questioned slightly angry at being interrupted in his time with you.
"Just making sure everything goes according to our plan, my oni, my bro, my dude."
"Leave." The blue oni said firmly, glaring at his friend. His hands left your waist so he could turn towards Itto fully.
"But I-" The red oni tried to talk back but you intejected quickly.
"We'll talk later Itto, thanks for help though. You can go share with the Gang how great of a wing-oni you are." You cut in before they could start arguing and sent the Red Oni away.
"What- but-" Takuya turned to you perplexed but seeing your smile sent towards him he shut up.
"Yeah! Will do (Y/n)!" Itto called loudly and run away to look for the rest of his Gang.
"See, now he's gone and we can spend some more time alone." You said joyfully sending a big smile towards Takuya who sighed loudly at the other oni's antics.
Nevertheless he quickly forgot about the loud leader and hugged you hesitantly. And as you started playing with his hair he couldnt help but bath in the warm of your body.
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It took me three tries but I did beat Cyno in TCG after Windblume 💪
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Galactik Football season 3 rewatch, eps 1 - 3
Ok I'm finally rewatching s3, thought I'd put up some thoughts like I did for the previous seasons
Episode 1:
Oh boy here we go
Ok right off the bat you can tell the animation isn't motion captured anymore which... yeah it's not as good. But the drop in quality is more noticeable in the 2D animation which was already a bit rough in the earlier seasons
New Micro-Ice voice actor :( No wonder the VA's walked out, the budget for this season was 2 pennies, a shoelace and some gum.
Well since that robo cat was disguised as a real one, I'm guessing there actually are real ones running around?
Corso: This doesn't look good! Sonny: NOT. AT. AAAALL!!
What in the 2000's comedy dialogue
They look so goofy 😭
So like, why are the Snow Kids apparently so much more out of shape and uncoordinated than other teams? Everyone else would have had a break too? You don't HAVE to nerf them just to make them the underdogs again, you know
Why is Mice doing the door to door marketing of his drink himself, he's a rich football superstar now? Also very surprised Mark didn't just say that it sucks
Aaaand season 3 tries to tell us there's suddenly distance between Mei and D'jok with no buildup whatsoever. Mei's already chilling with Sinedd what is this pacing 😭😭😭
Mei joining the Shadows is one thing but skipping the training to chill with Sinedd on a beach... she would never. She cares about the team, not just D'jok. She wouldn't do it like this!
tbf D'jok kind of has a point here – disappearing with no good reason and arriving late to the match is irresponsible at that level of play, but it's played as if he's being controlling over her? And no one else is wondering where she went, they just compliment her fit??
Yeah it's not just the animation, the direction is lacking too in the matches but I don't know enough about cinematography and pacing to describe how exactly
Why are they watching this broadcast about Paradisia during half time, hellooo? Did he hijack their satellites or something??
Ngl the worldbuilding around Paradisia is pretty cool
Mei immediately just switches to the Smog skfsfdks BUT THE PACING IS SO BAD THAT IT'S HILARIOUS
Is that allowed? Wouldn't there be penalties for someone using another flux in the match?? I guess it's a friendly
Aarch: It's possible to experience the Smog, if a player is overwhelmed with extreme anger
OK so this kind of messes with the lore of the Smog... I just don't think it should be so easy to start using another flux where the key is just... the emotion you're feeling? I mean sure, it was implied the Smog feeds off negative emotions and/or strengthens them but... ach there just needed to be more buildup to this!
And you're telling me NO ONE accidentally used the Smog before? Not even Rocket, when he was about to punch Luur after Tia got injured, but Mei does over some love drama we don't even know the cause of???
The Shadows stadium is so cool btw, the crystal like shapes on the ceiling, the emo colours... chef's kiss
Yeah it's annoying that D'jok is just acting the same way he used to because the writers don't know what to do with him, but again we don't know how long Mei has been acting like this and I would get annoyed too, although blaming her for the loss of the game was too much. Then again she's probably distancing herself from the team because of how he's behaving with her but again, I'm left here trying to speculate how their relationship broke apart because it was all in a timeskip! I shouldn't have to do that!!
I'm not against them breaking up, I can see how their characters can clash but... give me some more buildup god damn it!
And Mei joins the Shadows... ngl she slays in the outfit but... OUGHGHHG ALL THIS JUST IN EPISODE ONE
Also ngl I think the new writers just skimmed the past episodes and thought that 'pretty girl would go for the bad boy' was enough justification for Mei and Sinedd to get together which like, ugh. They've had like one interaction! And it wasn't a nice one!! Hoooow did they start getting closer let alone start dating AAARGGGHH
Episode 2:
I just... don't think Mei would leave the team like that! As I said she cares about all of the Snow Kids, she'd at least tell Tia or something before running off like that and leaving them to find out from a freaking TV broadcast!
Aarch: If I had a nickel for every time one of my players ran off without telling me, I'd have- ah forget it it happened again
Hearing Sinedd sounding so pleasant is hilarious, it sounds so forced
Oh wait nevermind Mei did try to send them a message beforehand. It's actually really sweet how she addressed each and every one of them individually... Mei calling Ahito little brother and him burying his face in the pillow 😭😭😭
BUT IT'S STILL TOO SUDDEN AAAAGHHFG
TIME TO GET THE OLD MAN YAOI GOGGLES OUT
Okay I love the new dynamic between Aarch and Artegor now that Artegor's gone to rehab been cured from the Smog. Now Aarch is the one who needs a bit of guidance
Harvey and Sydney!! Robo buddies
Artegor just straight up taking up the practice sessions, who's running the Shadows then?
Also he slayed in this outfit
This drill is a little callback to Micro-Ice's test at the very start of the series, except more badly animated lol
Ahito: You're going to need an instruction manual D'jok! D'jok: Oh really? I know you by heart!
Hmm... foreshadowing for D'jok's "betrayal" later?
Love Artie and Bennett, hilarious how excited they are to “go on vacation”
Aw these kids are so excited to go to a beach, it's so rare for them
This soundtrack on Paradisia is quite pleasant actually, I wish they released the OSTs after season 1. There's this one Netherball soundtrack I love
Sinedd is still an ass so I wonder why Mei is even hanging out with him
Episode 3:
Yay the Wambas!
Mark's favourite hobby is cock-blocking Micro-Ice
The Mice delight joke is getting very old very quickly
Ain't the barman that robot announcer from Netherball??
Yuki's convo with the Elektras... something lgbt is happening here
God this is so funny, I love these goths
Enter Lun-Zia! She confuses me because we've never seen her on the Wambas team and there is like, zero mention of her ever having played with them, plus if she was Aarch would surely know of her already and she's wearing civvies from what I can see so... is she just some rando who happens to be good at football or not?? It seems kind of dumb to get someone like that when you could get a player who's actually used to playing in the big league. Why not just introduce her earlier as a new up-and-coming player in the Wambas team?
Every villain needs a creepy witch lady
Kind of funny that Micro-Ice didn't catch on that Yuki is going to the Elektras when they meet them at the bar, come on he's not dumb. Also why is he acting like Yuki is leaving the SK forever, it's just one tournament (at that point, anyway). Actually I'd say it's a good thing if some of their players get some experience on other teams!
But yeah I feel like they could have built this up more – had her talk to Mark or something beforehand discussing why she feels she should do this, idk just something so it doesn't feel like plot point B needs to happen sooo it's happening now.
Aarch: We're expecting you back after this tournament is over! Yuki: You can count on me!
I feel like this whole team member reshuffling should have been done beforehand with negotiations between teams so none of them get stiffed but whatever
Tia: I'm not so sure I want her in the team either! Rocket: Why? Tia: I have my reasons!
SHE WOULD NOT FUCKING SAY THAT. Why is she already salty that Lun-Zia is joining the team?
D'jok: Nice try, feet girl
IS THAT RACIST??? D'JOK!!
D'jok is mean to new person because they're replacing a former team member, we've already done this plot
Kind of wish we'd seen him develop into actually being a good captain as he only started to get to grips with it at the end of season 2, but here we go
Ok it's veeeery interesting to see Artegor's reaction to Aarch being harsh with D'jok and reminding him that he's going through a rough spot. Wonder how much of that comes from the experience of dealing with Sinedd... Artegor might have a soft spot for D'jok considering that “you'll always be a kid from Akillian” conversation in season 2, oouuughh the parallels between those two angry boys that Artegor probably sees himself in!
I also really wish we got to see more interactions between Artegor and Sinedd after Artegor got his mind cleared, would have been weird for Sinedd to have someone looking out for him all of a sudden
Aww Mice trying to make D'jok feel better, crashing a jet ski with your homie always raises the spirits
Aaaaand mood ruined. Mei moved on fast huh 😭 Damn vulture journalists. I actually kinda feel for him
DON'T GO INTO TINTED WINDOWS VEHICLES WITH WEIRD VILLAIN LOOKING DUDES D'JOK!! D'JOK HE HAS AN EVIL WITCH LADY!!!! D'JOK!!!
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Oh hey, lookie it's what I have so far for my pre-canon Liyue and Inazuma plot points for my ATWIAWL AU!
PRE-CANON LIYUE
Before the Cataclysm, Morax and Barbatos were very close (despite the former’s denial of the fact), so when Barbatos went against the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles, it felt like a betrayal. After the Anemo Archon was “killed”, anything that reminded Morax of them filled him with irrational fury, making him wonder what could possess Barbatos to throw everything away for a single baby.
When a wind wisp first approached Morax, his first reaction was to yell at them and demand them to go away, and although the wisp relented and gave him space, Morax could always tell that the wisp was still around from all the little gifts that he would find.
After a century or so, however, the empty feeling in Morax’s chest had worn him down to the point that he could not deny the fact that he craved a reminder of Barbatos.
He decides to invite the wisp to a meal where the two would talk. Eventually, as the two shared more meals together, Morax opened up to the sprite the same way he had to Barbatos, eventually naming the sprite Zhen (sometimes affectionately nicknamed Xiao Zhen)
While in their human identities, the two often spent time learning about the people of Liyue together. Zhen was the one to suggest to Zhongli that instead of faking his death out of nowhere, he should first slowly distance himself from his godly duties, slowly increasing the time between one descent from the next to see how the people of Liyue respond to their growing independence. He also advises Morax to open a savings account to ensure that he will not be broke when he surrenders his gnosis.
In the eyes of the people of Liyue, Zhen is a wisp who grew emotionally attached to Zhongli and decided to live amongst humans to be with him. Wind Wisps are not as revered in Liyue as they are in Mondstadt, but it is still considered to be a blessing when one decides it wants to live amongst humans with a chosen mortal. Though many of their acquaintances often joke about how Zhen is like Zhongli’s more financially responsible little brother or son.
(I'm not super familiar with Zhongli lore, so I would love some help on how to make his lore in this AU better)
PRE-CANON INAZUMA
After losing Barbatos on top of her sister and friends, Ei falls into a more severe depression. Just like Morax, Ei’s reaction to a wind wisp approaching her was bad, probably even worse since in her grief, she had come to assume that the wisp was the ghost of Barbatos coming to haunt her.
Despite the wisp’s efforts to be a stable support for her, their relationship remained strained, eventually reaching a boiling point when Ei decided to discard her prototype puppet and confessed to her plans of making an emotionless doll to rule while she meditated in her Plane of Euthymia.
The two had a furious argument about the decision, Ei claiming that it was for the best she set him free and that Inazuma would be fine while the wisp argued that such a decision was not only irresponsible and disaster-bound, but cruel as well. The argument eventually reached the point where Ei told the wisp that if they were so against the idea of the puppet being alone, that maybe they should just go with him. Angrily, the wisp agrees, telling her that unless she cleans up her act, this will be the last time they see each other.
The puppet and wisp remain in Shakkei Pavillion until they are found by Katsuragi and taken in by the people of Tatarasuna who name the puppet Kabukimono and the wisp Kaze no Seirei. The two live a fairly happy life there until one of Dottore’s segments disguised as Escher comes to Tatarasuna to cause trouble.
The thing about the wind, however, is that no information whispered in the wind is safe from their ears. Paired up with Nagamasa and Niwa’s suspicion of him and Kabukimono’s general uneasiness around him (Why does it feel like Escher is always staring at him and standing a little too close?) Dottore’s charade is uncovered fairly quickly.
Kaze no Seirei and (maybe) Niwa confront Dottore, first trying a peaceful approach, but when it’s clear that Dottore will not leave before completing his goal, a fight between Kaze and Dottore breaks out, draining Kaze of most of his energy and injuring Niwa, in a moment of intense emotions, Kabukimono is able to unseal a portion of his powers and defeat the segment.
Before killing the segment, however, Kabukimono orders Dottore to never mess with Tatarasuna or Inazuma again, lest Kaze inform the Tsaritsa’s wisp to spill his actions against Kaze, which would in turn, get Dottore Prime in a lot of trouble since the Tsaritsa likes the wisps.
Dottore, deciding it was not worth the trouble of losing his funding and connections agrees to the terms before the segment is incinerated in a bolt of lightning.
Centuries pass and Tatarasuna remains prosperous with the Kabukimono and Kaze no Seirei as the de facto leaders of Tatarasuna, and when the Vision Hunt Decree happens, Tatarasuna comes to be considered as a neutral faction that is neither on the side of the Shogun or the Resistance.
During the decree, Tatarasuna would house many vision users and runaways who wanted to escape the Shogun’s rule, but despite the Shogunate Army’s best efforts, they couldn’t seize Tatarasuna with Kabukimono and Kaze leading the charge.
I imagined that Kabukimono still gets an anemo vision (technically making him a dual electro-anemo user because of his birth powers that were slowly unsealed more and more throughout the years) that was given to him when he decided that no matter what happens, he refuses to surrender Tatarasuna and its people to the Raiden Shogun.
Because Dottore was no longer messing around in Inazuma, I imagine that the Raiden Gokaden is still around and so is Kazuha’s family, but Kazuha at this time still does not have a vision, that is until Tomo goes to Tenshukaku to challenge the Shogun.
Before he leaves to chase after Tomo, Kabukimono gives him a seal that repels Electro just in case.
I haven’t decided if Tomo gets to live or not, but either way, when Kazuha gets there, he either manages to save Tomo, or just Tomo’s vision thanks to the seal given to him by Kabukimono.
Unable to flee back to Tatarasuna due to the distance between Tenshukaku and his hometown, Kazuha (and maybe Tomo if he is still alive) flees to Ritou and stowaways on Beidou’s ship. I imagine Kazuha probably gets his vision sometime after that.
#genshin impact#genshin impact au#Genshin Morax#Genshin Zhongli#Genshin Wind Wisps#Genshin Thousand Winds#Genshin Beelzebub#Genshin Raiden Ei#Genshin Raiden Shogun#Genshin Kabukimono#Genshin Scaramouche#Genshin Wanderer#Genshin Il Dottore#Genshin Tomo#Genshin Kaedehara Kazuha#A Thousand Winds in a Windless Land AU
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FULL NAME. louis james easton
NICKNAME. lou, louie, nabi (u kno who u are!!)
ALIASES. world's biggest dumbass (alleged)
HEIGHT. 5'8" (a hill i am willin to die on. turn on ur location canon, i just wanna talk)
AGE. 18 (psst the b-day i decided on for him is super soon and is july 30th folks- national frenship day :')!!)
ZODIAC. leo
SPOKEN LANGUAGES. ya boi is p fluent in both french and spanish. he also knows a lil bit of latin thanks to his private school upbringing (and absolutely detests it bc to him, it is unbelievably complicated and he cannot grasp it for the life of him). ALSO, a special sum1 may or may not be teaching him some korean... <3
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒
BODY TYPE. although he's naturally built pretty slim, he has some trouble eating healthily and/or enough, bc he ends up getting distracted by something or someone else. like, he can't get this one song out of his head, so he has to go work on it etc. most of the time, he keeps himself running on caffeine and candy
VOICE. it upsets me greatly that his singing voice had hella potential, had it been encouraged and nurtured (seriously, go listen to his lovely and incredibly talented va sing). aLSO, as one yt commenter helpfully pointed out during the scene where he's telling tenn to move, when he raises his voice, he's got a lil bass in it, which is something that u don't hear from him too often
DOMINANT HAND. i'm super duper tempted to hc that he's ambidextrous (esp as ambidextrous individuals have apparently been found to possess high levels of creativity). and yes, he would show off about this all the time
POSTURE. god awful. he was and is forever getting stick from his fam bc he will sit in the most absurd and inconvenient places n positions. tho he will often sit up straight if he's seated at like a table on impulse, bc his father made a point of correcting and scolding him for it every time he slouched (p.s. he hates that)
SCARS. he's got one on his tummy from having his appendix removed when he was younger
MOST NOTABLE FEATURES. f R E C K L E S <3 a super beautiful n contagious laugh andd.. bIG ASS HANDS THAT I WILL NEVER STOP TALKING AND THINKING ABOUT
𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃
PLACE OF BIRTH. idk why but i feel like he's a cali boy somehow
HOMETOWN. westlake village, ca maybe? (it even sounds money af sksksks)
SIBLINGS. only child
PARENTS. james easton, a very successful and self-made businessman, not so much as a parent (in lou's opinion) and elizabeth/lib easton, who once dreamed of becoming a famous actress. before she stopped
𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄
OCCUPATION. i can see him working as a waiter and/or barista and maybe going on to be a stagehand and play at weddings and such. though, he does have dreams of making it big as a musician and/or singer
CURRENT RESIDENCE. in a mod au, i can absolutely see him moving to a big city like ny or something
CLOSE FRIENDS. vi, marlon
FINANCIAL STATUS. incredibly irresponsible pftt. he is always broke bc his eye is forever getting caught by the latest tech and obscure ass items
DRIVER'S LICENSE. in a modern au, he is honestly spongebob at boating school lmao. he has failed his test more times than he can count. instructors quake when they learn they have to teach him sdjfhsdjfh
CRIMINAL RECORD. squeaky clean (he's a good noodle). tho, i can absolutely see him getting in trouble w the law for pulling some of those super elaborate pranks, like putting laundry detergent in a fountain or something sksksks
VICES. ya boi has a taste for the finer things, so i can totally see him indulging in fancy ass expensive champagnes and wines (red wine is his fav)
𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. pan
PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. he really wants to be a source of support, love and encouragement for his partner (and he is, regularly). but he also really likes and needs to feel supported and loved, too (though, often, he has no idea how to go about this)
TURN OFFS. greed, cruelty, lack of empathy
TURN ON'S. bravery, confidence, passion in their interests
LOVE LANGUAGE. a lil bit of all of them tbh, giving n receiving! (depending on his partner's preferences and comfort). he loves cheering on and supporting his partner and wants to do things for them and get them lil sentimental n big flashy gifts. he adores quality time and is all about physical touch. he's just basically a big walkin ball of love honestly
RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. i think he's quite prone to seeking validation and reassurance (he's genuinely that one meme that's like, me on our wedding day: r u still into me bless im)
𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐎𝐔𝐒
CHARACTER'S THEME TUNE. i hear him in a lot of motown love songs and many of stevie wonder's hits. like, anything romantic or soulful, upbeat n funky- that be him
HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME. playing piano (learning and playing any instrument he can get his hands on honestly!), singing, baseball, gaming, movie marathons
LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. right-brained, for sure
SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL. undeservedly low and wavering. like, outwardly, he's this social butterfly, life-of-the-party type. but, he is v much insecure and not at all content w himself (largely due to his father's constant battering of his self-esteem over the years *blows a raspberry at louis' dad*)
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I read a fic once where Dustin got tranced and Vecna used his guilt over Mews’s death to target him as well. In the fic, Vecna appeared to him as his mom, representing his guilt over having to lie to her about Mews and everything else. I thought that was interesting, because in the show Dustin clearly loves his mom a lot and they seem to have a very close bond, and it seems like to me that without his dad around his mom sort of relies on him to help her when she’s overwhelmed (we see him having to reassure her and take charge when she’s worried about Mews, for example). It makes sense to me that he’d feel guilty about letting her down, feeling like he broke her trust, worried about how upset she’d be and if she’d blame him for being irresponsible etc. She seems to be his only parental figure so obviously is extremely important to him and it would crush him to think that he’d hurt her and damaged their relationship.
Also, this is purely conjecture bc we don’t know much about his home life or what his dad was like or why his dad isn’t in his life anymore – I assume he isn’t since he doesn’t appear to ever be around and Dustin never mentions him (well he does mention “my parents” in s1 I think but other than that…) – but I wonder if his dad being absent and then him losing Eddie might cause a fear of abandonment. So he not only blames himself for Eddie’s death, but his dad leaving and his close brotherly relationship with Eddie and Steve means that he’s like, terrified that they’ll leave too? He doesn’t have an older brother/male role model figure in his life other than them which is why he attaches himself to them and I wonder if deep down he has this fear that they’ll - well, just Steve now I guess since Eddie is dead - get bored and leave him or stop loving him maybe like he feels his dad did or something. I feel like maybe that could be why there was so much like, snark and lowkey jealousy between Dustin and Steve in s4? Maybe Dustin felt like Steve was focusing so much on trying to find a girlfriend that Dustin felt neglected in a way because Steve kept blowing him off to go on dates. Maybe he felt left behind, like Steve was moving on with his life and didn’t want to hang out with Dustin as much because it wasn’t “cool.” I’m sure Steve didn’t make Dustin feel this way intentionally of course, and of course he does want to hang out with Dustin, but I can see how someone who was abandoned by a parental figure might feel resentful or hurt if other people close to them stopped spending as much time with them as they used to, and I can see how Vecna might play on those feelings to torment Dustin.
Same with his other friends too maybe, in s1 he’s talking to Mike about how he’s not really their best friend bc “you can’t have more than one best friend” which seems to me like for a while in their friendship he had this deep down insecurity that Mike, Lucas and Will weren’t as close to him as he was to them? He says that he didn’t befriend them until fourth grade, which I think would’ve been about 1980. So compared to the others he hasn’t known them as long as they’ve known each other. Idk if he’d still have this insecurity but it’s possible that Vecna would taunt him that his friends don’t love him as much as each other, that he’s easily replaceable, that they’ll leave him too. Maybe this is connected to how he kind of felt abandoned by them in s3 when they all left him alone on Weathertop after he tried to contact Suzie. Again this is mostly conjecture as we don’t really know if this is something he’s ever worried about since s1, but I guess it’s possible.
I think Dustin's main trauma right now is him losing one of his brother figures, Eddie, to death. He probably also blames himself for not being able to stop Eddie and then having to leave his body behind. I guess you could argue that he has a trauma due to losing Will and El and Max at some point too, but losing Eddie I'd say was portrayed in a more personal sense. Dustin is sort of compared to Nancy in this case since both of them lost someone (Eddie and Barb) and they potentially both blame themselves for it, for not being enough to stop it from happening. It could also be paralleled to Lucas and the way Max thing played out too unfortunately.
yeah, that’s kinda what i was thinking. i’m trying to put together a hypothetical but comprehensive vecna sequence for him, and my main things so far are how he most definitely blames himself for eddie’s death, as well as all the events of season two being kinda his fault, at least he would think so. we don’t get to see his perspective on things in quite the same way as the other characters, so it’s kinda tricky.
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Headcanons for the fnaf 1 and fnaf 2 gang reacting to a child being forgotten after hours?
— CHILD GETS FORGOTTEN AT THE FACILITY AFTER HOURS
Starring: Freddy ⸝⸝ Bonnie ⸝⸝ Chica ⸝⸝ Foxy ⸝⸝ Marionette ⸝⸝ Toy Bonnie
Note: Sorry, but this request broke the rules. This is way above the character limit I have. Therefore, I decided to just do the first gang + Marionette and Toy Bonnie.
๑FREDDY FAZBEAR
He probably handles it the best out of everyone in the original group. The security measures in his system don't actually work for children.
Doesn't know what to do. At first he's a little angry. How could somebody forget their child here? That isn't how it's supposed to go. And how could the security staff not find the kid? He thinks the security staff at this establishment is incompetent.
However, as the company mascot, he's probably the one who freaks you out the least, so he's quick to try and calm you down. He'll try to sing you a song to calm you down, if you're upset.
He brings you to the night guard in an attempt at getting you home, but seeing as the security night guard probably has trauma from them trying to murder him, he ignores it and locks Freddy out. Of course, Freddy is a bit upset about that buy he gets it.
Decides to bring you to the backstage room, and let's you bundle up with some blankets that are thrown around the establishment. Tells you to sleep, and that he'll keep you safe for the night and your family will come collect you in the morning.
Oh, also the night guard gets fired the next day for not helping the child out. Freddy is happy to see him gone, but a little peeved he couldn't do it himself.
๑BONNIE THE BUNNY
Him finding you was a total accident, and pure chance. He probably found you in the supply closet, where you probably hid from the darkness.
He's confused when he finds you, wondering why a child is here after hours. Shouldn't the security staff have gone through the building to make sure that nothing had been lost, like a child? He's also upset about your parents, since they must be pretty horrible if they forget their child.
He's upset so he goes to get that anger out on the poor night guard. Again, leaving the unfortunate soul with a bunch of trauma. After banging on the door for a while, he realizes he probably shouldn't leave a child all alone in a facility filled with a bunch of murderous animatronics.
So he goes back to you, and then proceeds to drop you off with Freddy while he goes back at the night guard. Freddy's the mascot, so you'll like him better either way. And it isn't day time, so he has no responsibility over a child that some dumb, irresponsible parent forgot to get.
๑CHICA THE CHICKEN
When she sees you she's so excited. She absolutely adores kids, but she's sad that you're here after hours. Kids shouldn't be forgotten by the people who are meant to love and appreciate them!
But she has no intentions of making an already bad experience worse for you, so instead she introduces herself with a happy look and watches you stare at her in awe. Who doesn't want to be so close to one of the most popular animatrpmics?
She offers to make you pizza, letting you help her if you wish and you get to pick anything you want! At least the night guard is happy that she's occupied this night.
She spends the entire night playing games with you, doing whatever you want as she makes sure to keep you away from the others in fear that they might decide to harm you. You're a kid and she wants to make the night easy for you, since she knows it must be scary to be forgotten in a big, dark place like this.
She'll be glaring at your parents the entire time when they come to pick you up in the morning, and wishes that you come back. This time during the day time. You're her new, favorite kid!
๑FOXY THE PIRATE FOX
Odds are that you sought shelter in his cove, and when he powers on for the night, he is so excited about you being there. He doesn't even register that it's nighttime and a child shouldn't be here at all. He's been stuck on the cove for so long, 'out of order' and the night guard won't even cross his mind for a single second.
Man, he hasn't been this excited for years! Just like Chica, he's quick to join you in any games you want to play. Hide and seek? Tag? Pretend? He can do it all! He's so happy about the fact that he's getting to talk and play with a child again. He would be crying if he could.
He tells you all about his adventures at sea, letting you be his first mate and everything! He has a wild imagination, so he tells you about all sorts of magical places that you can visit, and eventually when you get tired he'll tell you a bedtime story. Best believe you'll be having the most exciting dreams of your life.
๑TOY BONNIE
Just like Chica and Foxy, he's a bundle of excitement about a child being here. Though he's a little more relaxed about it.
Sure, he knows that it's messed up that a child is here. Honestly, the parents are lucky he isn't wired to stuff lost children in an extra suit.
Well, since you're stuck here for the night, and he doesn't even know where the night guard is, he decides to take matters into his own hands! He'll bring you to one of the party rooms, and tell you that you're free to do whatever you want as long as you stay in the room.
Naturally, he gets roped into the various games that you want to play. He also comforts you if you happen to be scared of the dark. He stays with you the entire night, making sure to keep you away from the withered animations or anyone else that he fears could possibly wish to hurt you.
10/10 would recommend spending the night with him. He's precious towards children.
๑MARIONETTE
So confused when they first see you. Why is there a child here? The facility is dark? It's after hours and they remembered being settle into their box for the night? Chjldren aren't allowed here after hours, right? Did somebody forget the child? Did the security guard bring the child here?
So many questions, but they get zero answers. While Marionette wishes to question you, they won't. Instead they'll hand ask you who your favorite animations is, and gift you a plushie of that animatronic to keep you company through the dark, scary night.
If you answer that Marionette is your favorite animatronic, they'll feel so happy. Rarely are they the favorite, they're just there to play music and hand out gifts to the lucky children.
Marionette will invite you into the box, even if the space is small. They will collect some more blankets from the backrooms, and make sure you're safe and comfortable for the night as the sound of their music box lulls you to sleep.
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Safe again (part 4)
Y/N was already suspicious when Tommy told her John needed help and it’s confirmed when John stands across from her in the kitchen after they’ve put the kids to bed. It’ll be another half hour before Tommy will stop by to walk her home and there’s nothing else in John’s house that needs to be taken care of. John’s house actually looks neater then it has in years. It’s clear that John is about to start asking her about what happened, so Y/N decides to beat him to it. “Tommy told you about Groves, didn’t he?” She asks as she takes the kettle off the stove now that the water is boiling.
John is taken aback by his sister’s words and for a moment he just watches her prepare tea for the two of them. “He did.” He finally says as Y/N places a cup in front of him before she sits down with her own cup. “You used to tell Tommy everything and it scares him that you don’t anymore. You know we’re still here for you, right?” He asks as he sits down as well. “That hasn’t changed.”
The look on Y/N’s face softens at her brother’s words. “Of course I know that, John.” She assures him. “But you’ve been through more than enough in France. There’s no need for me to add to that.” She tells him. “Especially because there’s nothing you can do about it. It happened and I need to figure out how to live with it.”
John understands why Tommy is so worried now. The look in his sister’s eyes breaks his heart, there’s an emptiness there that he has only seen in the eyes of the men coming back from France. “If you won’t tell him what happened he’ll start to fill in the gaps himself and come up with something way worse than what actually happened.” John tells her and then he takes a deep breath before he continues. “But I also think he’s afraid that you don’t trust him anymore.” He says and Y/N frowns in confusion as she looks at him. “He knows he’s not the same anymore and I think he’s afraid that you might look at him differently than you used to.”
Y/N thinks about that for a moment. “Maybe I do.” She mutters as she looks down at her tea, her hands wrapped around the cup. “It’s not that I don’t trust him anymore, but I guess part of me always saw Tommy as invincible.” She tries to explain her thoughts as she looks back up at John. It’s a little strange to talk to him about this, she never really had conversations this deep with him, but it’s nice to confide in someone like this. “When dad left Tommy stepped in, when Arthur acted irresponsible Tommy took over. I knew that no matter what Tommy would always be there, but then you all went to war and he wasn’t there anymore.”
Y/N goes on not knowing that Tommy just stepped into the kitchen. John does notice and is about to speak up but Tommy motions for him to stay quiet. “Polly was still there of course and Ada, but it wasn’t the same. Tommy and I-“ She trails off, not sure how to explain it.
“You have a special bond.” John finishes for her and she nods but immediately opens her mouth. John knows what she’s going to say, he can see the hint of guilt in her eyes. “It’s alright, Y/N. You don’t have to feel bad. Just because you and Tommy share a bond that’s different than the one you share with rest of us, doesn’t mean you don’t love us.” John assures her and when he looks past her he can see a hint of emotion in Tommy’s eyes.
Y/N sends him a grateful look. “I know that he’s here again and that he wants to help, but now that I see how France broke him, I know that even he’s not invincible.” She looks down at her tea again. “I’m afraid that it will break him even more if he knows what happened.” She locks eyes with John and then adds. “And I don’t want him to look at me differently either.”
“Nothing could change the way I look at you.” Tommy speaks up, his voice heavy with emotion. Y/N’s head turns in his direction as her eyes widen in surprise. Tommy steps closer and crouches down next to her chair. “You have to tell me what happened, Y/N.” He says softly as he reaches out and takes one of her hands.
She can tell he won’t let this go. He will continue to dig, push and prod until she tells him, so she decides to save both of them the trouble. “I killed someone.”
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“@phoenixglacier, what about the batfam?” Wow, I’m so nervously glad you asked! You know what’s annoying about the batfam? They have super inconsistent characterisation. And their stuff is constantly coming out! And sometimes it’s really good! Really throws a wrench into my plans. But okay, I’m gonna start with my solid batfam ships are Timberkon and Damijon and leave those for later.
Dick has options, I think he really longs for a family and stability but isn’t irresponsible enough to actually bring a child into the life he currently has and unfortunately doesn’t have a partner that’s stable enough to fulfil it yet. You don't have to make swoopy changes for Dick you just have to have his characterisation in mind for when it feels off (I personally like Tom Taylor's Nightwing (2016) run for example, but there are lots of bits like clumsiness, Blüdhaveners not knowing Nightwing, and so on that you just have to mentally adjust for. Also this isn't concrete yet but: Dick is an unreliable narrator who wants to portray himself as the bright happy lovable non-lethal Robin, as a front and a cover that doesn't truly reflect what actually happened). Sorry Jason fans, the only Jason I know is Wayne Family Adventures Jason and I don't think that's changing anytime soon. Steph and Cass are Tim's generation so I see them more, and I have a special little soft spot for Cass. Tim stays Robin and basically everything is canon when it comes to this boy (we're partial to his 1980's stuff in particular). I love a lot of the artists assigned to him recently (Belén Ortega, Jorge Jimenez…) so personally I keep him in his old green Robin suit but I’ve just found out I’m a sucker for heroes switching personas to protect their main, so Tim wears Red Robin whenever he needs to get his hands dirty, and basically never in Gotham. He does live in the Marina, has both Drake Industries and Wayne Enterprises (it’s fun, just go with it), and he’s supposed to be college-aged but isn’t doing that. Do I want to open the can of worms that is Damian?
Damian. Before that, let’s talk about Jon: No Bendis. If it has a Bendis on it, it probably didn’t happen. Jon grows up normally, which makes sense anyway? I kept feeling like I was reading a twenty-something year old instead of a teenager. Anyway, he grows up normally. There’s lot of stuff planned for Jon but I feel like I’ll just tell you he does ballet and leave it at that. So! Damian! Guys I hate Damian’s canon so much. What we basically do is hand-wave and be like “So it… happened… but like… not the specifics…”. So think broad strokes. He had the Teen Titans, yes. Why did they break up? Don’t know, don’t care. Did you fix everyone’s mischaracterisation— Nope. Just imagine that the Teen Titans volumes are tragically missing, and all we know is that Damian was in the Teen Titans and they never really become friends because he was bad at it and they eventually broke up, okay? Wallace is still kinda sour about his experience with them and Wally’s apprehensive about the new team Damian is making with his kids because of that (whoops, I said it won’t come up my bad). What about Lazarus Island? YES. Again, broad strokes but Robin 2021 #5 & #12 in particular absolutely have to happen. Broad strokes: Damian quits being Robin and goes by Damian for a while, so everyone refers to him as Damian on Lazarus Island. He keeps Rose and Connor, I think they’re neat. Opinions on Flatline? Always headcanoned Damian as aroace, so actually that means yes, it totally happened and they fooled around and they broke up amicably and Damian isn’t awkward about it at all because Flatline isn’t awkward about it at all and every once in a while when they meet she’ll be extra flirty just to screw with him.
Damijon, someone reminds me. The reality of the world is that Damian’s story chugs on perfectly fine without Jon. He has so many friends it’s hilarious. Jon is the one that desperately needs Damian because nobody else ever treats him like he’s mature or capable of anything beyond the S on his chest. I’m not going to do a Damijon thesis, though. “What about Flatline?” Not if Damian can have Jon. “What about Jay?” The beauty of pre-Bendis is that Jay is automatically too old for him <3. But also, I want Jay to break up with him because realistically their wants and risk appetites do not line up at all and they don’t seem to experience actual genuine joy at each other’s success (personal opinion). Look, Damian thinks the world of Jon and that he’s the Perfect Human Being that anyone would love to have without even being clouded on the factual details of Jon’s personality but that’s not actually the reality. Jon is constantly having to juggle the demands of the world and living up to the pressure of being Clark’s son, with the JLA watching him to simultaneously protect him as the son of their precious friend, to judge him on whether he’s worthy to inherit the title, and to catch it if he turns out evil. All of that equals a boyfriend who quite frankly isn’t putting Jay first (maybe if he loved him more… but he doesn’t). I liked to imagine that Jay is like... mature enough to handle this about as well as one can handle a breakup, while also being human enough to be very hurt that the person he loved wholeheartedly doesn't love him back enough. Like there are some people in DC who would be satisfied that their partner is faithful, but Jay quite understandably wants his boyfriend to like actually love him and has too much pride to pretend he doesn't know. But anyyyyywayyyy in this version Jon doesn't grow up so no Jay (maybe they meet and become friends and Jay can be a gay mentor to him because this time he's older) and Damijon. Again, I’ll withhold my thesis because I’m focusing on what needs to be changed or kept, not my spicy actual writing that I’ve poured my heart and soul into. Of course. (I failed. I wrote too much about Jon and Jay.)
Young Justice are trying to make it in the world without overthinking it. Bart is a grad student, founding the first ever speed-aging lab (this is gonna be related to Jai’s chronic pain later). Cassie works backstage in theater. Kon does farmwork on the Kent farm. Tim uh kept wanting to pick something to do in his civilian life but he never has time and Cassie says that’s a sign that he doesn’t actually have time to pick up a civilian thing in addition to his Robinning. Oh, yeah, and Tim solos it a lot. There are villains to come after him instead of Batman for their mind games and Tim just gets annoyed and calls up Batman in the middle of the fight like “Do better! Every time you break up they come crawling to me for a rebound and it’s so annoying!”
“And you said Timberkon? How does that work?” It works because they’re all starved for any love they can get. And usually it’s just the heroes that are that messed up but Bernard is weird as heck so he’s cool with it. Kon has not truly internalised any societal messages. Tim doesn’t know how he got here but I can see him making a powerpoint presentation on how he’s gonna make sure they both get the attention he should be providing. (It goes over their heads and Bernard and Kon just lay Tim over their legs on the couch when he collapses after patrol). I would add Bart but Bart is ace and I would add Cassie but that would leave Bart out. Also I think Bernard is solidly specifically gay while Tim is bi (Kon doesn’t know. And that’s okay. Kon’s still figuring a lot of stuff out and for the meantime what’s important is that he’s happy). I should probably mention that Kon’s storyline follows Young Justice 2019 canon in terms of why he was gone. I’ve heard criticisms of Young Justice 2019 but I personally enjoyed it a lot and I’m a sucker for everything turning out right for them for once.
Oh, right, that’s where we started. I just got a flash of Teen Titans 2003 and man, those were the dark days. Listen I know I started out talking about how I pick and choose from canon, because when it truly comes down to it there’s no real thing as canon in the DC comics fandom and ended up taking you on an unmarked path down the cliffnotes of this version of the world you’ll never truly see, but it be how it be.
I’m just rambling, okay? There’s no point to this rant. You have been warned.
The thing about being a comics fan (been in DC comics for about six months now) is that unlike any other fandom I have been in, there is no One True Canon as far as I can tell.
No, seriously. Unless you were born in the last few years, your canon has been recooked into so many different recipes by writers and artists and editors who all probably violently disagree with each other. When I started reading and needed to log all of my comics to get some semblance of a reference sheet, I used to include the credits and highlight the names of writers and artists that did really well. And the flipside, you know. My own personal blacklist.
Starting out as primarily a Tim fan and a Damian fan simultaneously means I got used real fast to reading comics that sucked bad for one character but also mind-blowingly nailed it on another. What is a comics reader to do? You know, I come from certain fandoms where the canon was nailed down, and every undoing of it was deliberate, and I do do that. My 232+ epilogue of Percy Jackson isn’t public, but you better bet I combed through the canon with the same devotion that I highlighted every printed line I was going to change. But I’ve come out of comics a desensitized reader. Do I get the urge to edit and redraw every panel of Nightwing 2016 Issue 43 to undo all the truly desperate and honestly failing attempts to portray Roy as stupid (it doesn’t even work because he’s so smart he gives like 90% of the exposition in this chapter and always has an eye on the small child out of fatherly instinct) and to remove Cheshire (because what was even the point of her in this chapter? And if she wasn’t plot-relevant then why would you include her terrible characterisation for the sake of it) but keep a large chunk of the overall premise to preserve what I think was reasonable (if slightly nuked) characterisation of Damian being all huffy that he tsundered some time with Dick only to have Dick’s friend come in and he’s adorably and understandably jealous and yet he succeeds at telling Dick that he wants to spend more time with him at the end and then he and Roy bond over being slave-driven by Dick for the rest of the night… Where was I? Oh. Right. So, I mean, yeah. I do.
This is my way of interacting with media. Sure, I’d like it to be perfect and not have Fabian Nicieza nuke Damian in an attempt to make Tim and Dick more justified (based solely off of Nightwing 1996 #138 of the Resurrection of Ra’s Al Ghul series and honestly I should give him more credit because Damian specifically has a long blacklist and the only reason why I’m this harsh on him is because he wrote Dick and Tim beautifully and a few little tweaks would make me frame this chapter). But there’s a space for me to work with, as a writer.
So, okay. Flash writers are dedicated to the whole Flash cast and brought them back in canon, which is so important and useful honestly. I give the Flash family a big star sticker, formally adopt Wallace and Avery into the family, and set to work giving them daily lives. Everything’s great! (Jai. And his chronic pain. Is so important to me because it draws on my own experiences. I won’t go into it here and you’ll never get to see it unless…)
I timelines ages in the fandoms where it matters. It doesn’t matter in DC. It can’t. Dick has been alive for 84 years + pre-Robin, and he’s like twenty-something. Hitting thirty for the lols. You don’t age until you do. You know how you enter college and everyone graduates at different times depending on the density courses you take? Just me? Anyway that’s how ages work in DC and it’s not concrete and just don’t think about it.
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If Only
Warning - Miscarriages, suicidal thoughts, self-harm, depression, talks of death and divorce, age gap of 15 years
Please don't read if you aren't comfortable with the aforementioned topics.
The italics are Y/N's thoughts in her point of view.
*Third Person Point Of View*
Devastation. Crestfallen. Heartbreak.
That's all Y/N could feel right now after having yet another miscarriage. This was the second one, this is second baby I lost. Oh, Y/N was in the worst condition she had been in her entire life. Y/N had barely recovered from the grief of losing her first baby and started trying again. To her relief she got pregnant in no time, and she was overjoyed to say the least.
It was all going great, in a few weeks she would have gotten to know her baby's gender. She was being extra careful this time, not that she wasn't careful the last time, she really was cautious, but this time she was a bit over-cautious. She wanted to be safe this time, she wanted a healthy baby and didn't want to take any kind of a risk. She doesn't even know what went wrong, but that doesn't matter.
It went wrong, that's all that matters.
Congratulations Y/N, you failed yourself and your dear husband again. Why is he even bearing you in the first place? You can't even take care of a baby for 9 months. Harry deserves so much better. Bloody useless lady.
Y/N had strived to be perfect. First the perfect daughter. Then the perfect student. Then the perfect worker. Then the perfect girlfriend. Now the perfect wife and hopefully the perfect mother in 9 months if everything didn't go downhill.
If only Y/N was a bit more careful.
If only she was a bit more responsible.
If only she was a better wife.
If only she was a good mother.
She was nothing, she was useless, she was the worst wife Harry could have asked for.
Since the news of the second miscarriage was broken to them by her gynecologist, Ms. Voight, a sweet, and well spoken middle-aged, Nigerian lady with wonderful and luscious black hair with strands of white around the middle, Y/N has been avoiding Harry. They haven’t spoken in 1 week.
He has tried to be a good husband and be there for her, if only she allowed him to.
If only she would let him in.
If only she talked to him.
If only she wouldn't be so damn distant.
If only Harry could help her open up.
It broke his heart to see his lovey in so much pain and yet being silent about it. He wishes he could talk to her without her distancing himself even more from him.
Harry, obviously, was crushed by the news. He also felt the same emotions that Y/N did but it wasn’t directed towards Y/N.
Harry in no way blamed Y/N for what happened. He wasn’t even vaguely disappointed in her, no way. He knew that Y/N wasn’t at fault here, this could have happened with anyone. Though he was disappointed that that ‘anyone’ had to be them.
Harry in no way thought Y/N was irresponsible or careless or wasn’t enough. He, on the contrary, was proud of her for being brave enough to get through her first miscarriage and was ready to try for another one sooner than he or any of their families and friends, for that matter had imagined.
Harry was always supportive of her and loved her undoubtedly, he would never hate Y/N or think about wanting a better wife, Harry wasn’t that type of person. But Y/N now was in no state to think rationally. And how could you blame the poor girl? She just lost her second baby, she of course isn’t in her right mind.
He tried to be understanding towards his wonderful, dear wife, he really did. But he couldn’t deny that it was getting quite tiring. He loved his wife and needs to hear her gentle voice which resembles the voice of a angel. He had to see her adorable smile, he had to hear her bewitching laugh and her oh-so funny jokes. He missed his wife, he really did. She was physically with him, but she was emotionally far away from him. Harry often wondered how could someone be so close, yet so far away at the same time?
She hated herself, and was convinced that Harry did to. She thought she is no good for Harry and is a burden to him to say the least.
And as if she wasn’t already in a bad condition, Y/N had decided to open Twitter.
Huge mistake. Huge, huge mistake.
The first pregnancy’s news had been kept a secret since she and Harry wanted utmost privacy in this time and as much as Harry loved his fans, they could be quite violating at times. So when Y/N had a miscarriage, they thought there was no point of telling that to their fans. Somehow, the news of her second miscarriage had been leaked and let’s just say it would be fair to rename Twitter to ‘We Hate Y/N.’, at least according to Y/N.
‘She is the worst wife Harry could get. She can’t even give him a child for God’s sakes!’
‘Of course @Y/N is infertile, she looks like a damn drug addict.’
‘As if @Y/N wasn’t already ugly that she had to be infertile as well.’
‘@Harry_Styles, get a better wife man. There are millions of pretty girls who can actually have kids.’
‘@Y/N, do us and Harry a favour and kill yourself. At least he’ll get rid of you.’
There were a lot of nice and supportive tweets that defended Y/N and even expressed their sympathy with her. But Y/N didn’t notice them. All she could see are the tweets saying that Y/N is not nearly good enough for Harry, and how they asked her to die so Harry could get a wife who was actually good looking and could give him a baby.
The silence of the room was now replaced by the noises of Y/N ungovernably sobbing as she hid her face behind her hands, as if she was trying to hide from the world.
They are right. You are the worst. Harry is the best husband any woman could ask for, you should die. You aren’t enough for Harry. You don’t deserve him, you deserve to die.
Y/N being in a vulnerable state of mind, believed whatever the people in Twitter had said.
If only Y/N was good enough.
If only Y/N was pretty.
If only Y/N could give him the family he deserved.
If only Harry got a better wife.
If only Y/N was dead.
Y/N now rushed into their study room from their bedroom, taking advantage of the fact that Harry had gone out to his office to sign some important documents. He was reluctant to go, he just wanted to be with his baby love but his manger, Jeff forced him and threatened him to be there. Harry, though unwillingly, had to go.
Y/N loved writing and reading. Though sometimes couldn’t get completely through books being one of the most impatient humans to ever have existed, she could read for hours at a row if the book was appealing enough to her. Y/N is convinced she must have been a poet in one of her past lives, for her love of poems and the depth in them. She was quite a good writer, she described her feeling very vividly and graphically.
Writing was one of Y/N passions, Y/N wrote tonnes of stuff, some of which she would read to Harry at night. But never in a million years had she gotten the thought that she would write her own death note!
She took a blank sheet of paper from the drawer and a blue ball pen in her trembling hands as she attempted to bid adieu of the love of her life.
She now tried to compose herself a bit more so she could concentrate on writing her last letter, her last letter to Harry, her last letter ever.
Y/N could barely breathe as she wrote the last lines. Her eyes richocheted a tear despite her best efforts to control herself. Now her sight became all blurry and she hastened to finish her letter quick so she could finish her task before Harry returned home.
She knew he would be very upset to find his wife laying dead in their gorgeous London mansion but he would soon move on and find the one. The woman of his dreams. The woman who could give him everything he deserves.
Y/N ran to back to their bedroom and kept her suicide note in the bedside table with the help of a glass paperweight. She then moved to their grand bathroom and opened the first drawer with her shaking hands and took out the blade that she had hid under the neatly organised towels from the last time she had cut which was two years back when the hate on Twitter had become worse as Y/N has gained a couple pounds and took the risk of wearing a revealing outfit. But since then she had stopped cutting but left a blade, just in case. And today that blade would prove to be quite a help.
Y/N with a lot of courage looked at the mirror. All she saw was a woman with puffy eyes, a red nose from continuous rubbing, and tear stained cheeks who couldn’t be enough for her husband. Who couldn’t give the love of her life a baby. The woman who couldn’t love her husband like he deserved to be loved.
“Goodbye, Harry. I love you, baby”
And that was it.
*Slash*
Her head was spinning rapidly and her vision was darkening. All she could see is her reflection in the mirror and blood all over her wrist. Y/N slit her wrist with the fine blade again. And repeated the action one more time before she fell unconscious on the ground. She was sure she was going to die, she had to die. She had to die for her love to be happy.
Harry wouldn’t be able to save her, will he?
***
“Y/N, love? I’m home, where are you?” Harry yelled as he entered his house or shall I say mansion, hoping for his voice to reach Y/N’s ears and get a reply from her. He didn’t expect a warm hug or a passionate kiss from her when he returned like he used to, he knew Y/N was still dazed by the loss of their second child and was still going to be away from Harry. All Harry needed was a quiet ‘Yes, I’m here’ from Y/N but instead all he was met with was silence.
“Y/N, baby, where are you?” Harry tried to coax her again to speak up with a hint of slight worry in his voice.
Again silence. The same silence that had been haunting him and her for two weeks now. The same silence that was killing both of them. But both of them were oblivious to the fact that the silence was haunting the other as well.
Harry now rushed upstairs, hoping, praying to find Y/N silently sleeping on their bed, as he called her name a couple more times.
Empty.
The room was also empty. Harry was now worried. She never did this. She always at least replied. He was worried that she might have left him. He couldn’t bear that thought, he couldn’t live without her.
Harry opened the bathroom door, thinking Y/N was in there. That would explain why she couldn’t hear him.
This time it wasn’t empty. Harry couldn’t believe what he was seeing, his Y/N lovey lying lifeless on the marble flooring of their washroom with blood gushing out of her wrist from the wounds of the blade that was in Y/N’s other hand, that she used to slit her wrist.
Harry stood there momentarily in shock. Y/N can’t kill herself, he’ll die if she does. No. No this can’t be happening to him!
When reality finally striked Harry, he bolted to Y/N, and dropped down on his knees as he reached her, patting her cheeks, trying to wake her up.
He was dying with fear and worry of losing his love, as he sobbed and bawled “Y/N, lovey, please don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me. I love you, baby. Please god, no.” between tears.
He tried to check for a pulse and laid his head on her chest to try and hear her heartbeat.
He could hear it. He could feel it.
Y/N was alive, barely alive, but still there.
Harry brought out his phone from his pocket and called 999, and cried to the operator, explaining what had happened.
The operator assured him that help would be there in no time and gave him instructions to calm down and try and wake Y/N.
The call cut with a beeping sound, and Harry tried to follow the given instructions.
“Baby, wake up, wake up, my love, you’re my soulmate. You can’t leave me alone, I can’t live without you. Please give me a chance. Please, your old man needs you.”
Old man. Y/N always called Harry old man, in reference to their 15 year age gap. Initially Harry’s fans were skeptical about her, hell, they still kind of are. Not all, but quite a few. Most of them have now started liking Y/N knowing how happy Harry is with her, but Y/N always chose to pay attention to the few who hated her. Harry tired to help her and he did. Y/N had stopped hurting herself and she had started eating properly. But the insecurity always lingered deep within Y/N.
Harry had decided that this is not how Y/N was going to die. There was no chance she could die this young. Her life had just started, she had started working a couple years back. She has so much to do. Harry knew Y/N was going to die when she was all old and wrinkly and would be surrounded by her grandchildren. Despite her old appearance, she would still be the hottest and most stunning human Harry has ever seen. Y/N would die peacefully in her sleep, the best way to die according to Harry.
But she wasn’t going to die now.
Before Harry could realise, the ambulance had arrived.
Harry still in shock couldn’t process everything right.
All he knew is that he is now in the hospital waiting outside the chamber for the doctor to come out and give an update on Y/N’s health.
How he got there and what happened after the ambulance arrived was still a daze.
But that didn’t matter, all that mattered was his Y/N.
Harry took that time to call his mum, Anne, trying to explain what happened. But his words were incoherent as he tried to speak between sobs. Anne after a lot of coaxing got Harry to calm down a bit and finally understood what had happened.
Anne was shocked, not being able to believe her son’s words. She loved Y/N like a daughter, Y/N was such an amazing girl. Everyone who knew her loved her. Yet, she payed attention to the haters over the people who actually mattered.
Anne tried to console her son and tried to give some hope to him though she herself was not sure as to what was going to happen.
Anne and Gemma were, unfortunately, not in London at that time. They had gone to Holmes Chapel a week back to visit their family there.
They were also heartbroken to hear the news of the second misscarriage, and they felt immense sympathy for Harry and especially Y/N knowing her self-worth issues and the hell she had gone through when she lost her first baby.
Y/N’s mum was in India, back home, probably silently sleeping, oblivious to what has been happening in London.
Anne ordered Harry to call Y/N’s mother tonight, when it was morning for her and for now call one of his friends for support.
Confused on whom to call, Harry ended up calling Louis, one of his best mates, who reached there in no time.
When Louis got there, he was met by a heartbreaking sight, he saw Harry cladded in blood soaked clothes, sobbing uncontrollably into his hands. Louis, knowing Harry for a long time knew that Harry was never one to cry in a public space when people were staring at him. But Harry at this moment, didn’t really give a fuck. How could he, though, when the love of his life was possibly dying in the other room?
Louis slowly walked up to Harry, not knowing what exactly to say and how to console him, chose to first get Harry’s attention.
As Louis silently spoke out a “Hey, mate.” Harry turned to Louis slightly startled. Louis could see his puffy eyes and blood red eyes, showing that he had been crying like this for a while.
“Don’t cry mate. You gotta be strong, you gotta be strong for Y/N. When she wakes up, she’ll be heartbroken to see you crying like this. You can’t do that to her, can you?” Trying to give succour to Harry somehow.
“But how do you know she is going to wake up? I saw her, she lost a lot of blood. They have been in there with her for such a long while.” Louis’ heart broke a bit more hearing Harry’s words. Louis also loved Y/N, she was a little sister to him. When Harry called him, Louis almost broke down but managed to keep calm in order to help Harry.
Louis wasn’t oblivious to Y/N’s miscarriages and knew that she was going through hell but he didn’t know it was that bad. No one knew. Not even Harry.
Y/N was an expert when it came to bottling up feelings, Harry warned her that it wasn’t good for her, but she was a stubborn one. She always has the anxiety of being a burden, though Harry constantly told her she wasn’t a burden, Y/N didn’t want to take a risk.
Y/N was quite a confident gal, at least she used to be. But all her previous boyfriend’s had left her, not being able to manage her. This took a major toll on her self esteem. Harry was not like them. He was an angel as Y/N liked to say, but some of his fans….they weren’t.
“You have to have hope. Y/N is going through a lot at this moment.”
“How could she be so selfish? How could she think about leaving me?” Harry said, now not sobbing that hard.
“Haz, she loves you. She would never do this if she was in her right sense. Two miscarriages, online hate, self-esteem issues… it all came down at her together. She is lost, and you have to guide her. You have to help her, she has us, we’ll always be there for her, but she needs you the most. You need to find out the root of her mental issues and…take it out of her mind. She needs you right now. Don’t hold a grudge, you have to understand her because no one else can.” Harry almost teared up again at the end of Louis’ short speech. Harry knew Louis was right. He had to stay strong for Y/N, it wasn’t her fault that she was depressed.
Harry nodded his head gently, gesturing that he understood and agrees.
“I love her so much. She is my life, I can’t fathom the thought of a world without her.” Harry said now calming down a bit making Louis glad that his words worked.
“I know, Haz. I know” Louis said knowingly.
Everyone knew how much Harry and Y/N loved each other. They were that sappy couple who everyone was disgusted by and jealous of simultaneously.
Disgusted of how all over each other they were. Maybe not a lot of PDA but the way they spoke to each other, wow. They couldn’t be without each other. Their friends would always go ‘Ewwww!’ around them but they didn’t care. They loved each other and that’s all that mattered.
People were jealous because a love as pure as theirs is very rare. People knew how passionate and deep their love was, there was no doubt about that.
Even after their ‘honeymoon phase’ was over, the remained the same. Everyone was sure they would be that old couple who behaves like teenagers who are dating. To be frank, even Harry and Y/N were convinced that they would be that couple.
Harry wanted that, he wanted everything to be fine. He wanted his lovey back, he wanted to go back to being that sappy couple. He didn’t care about kids anymore, Y/N mattered to him more than having kids did.
When the doctor came out of the OT, Harry was lost deep in thought. Louis who was sitting beside him in the metal chairs, saw the doctor and got up immediately worried about Y/N’s health. “How’s Y/N?”
Hearing these words, Harry also stood up understanding that the doctor had come out.
The doctor was cladded in the typical sea blue body suit shown in movies with his mask now pulled down to below his chin. He was probably in his early 40’s like Harry was. He had a sturdy, and strong physique, with black eyeglasses. He had a light stubble that had clearly been shaved not to long ago.
“She’s fine. She lost a lot of blood, but she is out of danger. We’ll shift her to a room and you can go and meet her but she won’t regain consciousness which I reckon will be about two-three hours. You can go home and change if you want.” Referring to Harry’s bloody clothes, which he had totally forgotten about.
“Oh thank you so much Doctor.” Harry said, rejoicingly. He was in tears again, but this time it was happy tears.
“My pleasure.” the doctor said with a light smile. The doctor had a fading American accent and a textured voice.
“Hey bro, you should go home and change. We don’t want Y/N to get a scare after seeing you looking like you just murdered someone.” Louis joked trying to lighten the atmosphere.
Harry gave a light chuckle making Louis happy and said “Yes, I’m going. I’ll be back in an hour. You stay here with Y/N. I want to be the first one she sees when she wakes up.”
Louis just nodded to Harry’s words as Harry took Louis’ cars keys to get back home.
***
While dressing up in a different pair of T shirts and blue jeans he saw the letter lying on their bedside table. Y/N’s letter.
Curious, Harry went towards it and sat on the bed while opening the folded letter. He could immediately recognise Y/N’s handwriting and now knew what that letter was - a suicide note.
‘Dear Harry,
I had fallen in love with you the moment I set my eyes on you. The moment I saw your enthral, green, emerald eyes, I felt a jolt of electricity running through my body. I knew in that moment itself that I would love you for the rest of my life. The way you came towards me and said ‘Hi, I am Harry and I’m going to marry you.’ with that endearing and infamous smile with your dimples on show, while wearing that ravishing suit which you carried with consummate elegance was an arrow straight to my heart. The day you proposed to me was one of the happiest days of my entire 26 years of existence. But by now you must have realised that asking me to marry you was a mistake that you are surely regretting. I love you so incredibly much, my love, it hurts. I would do anything for you, I would take a bullet for you without even rethinking it. You are the reason that I live and breathe, you are my soul, you are my heart, you are my entire universe. You are flawless and impeccable. But me on the contrary, I am ugly, worthless, and my existence is futile. I can’t ever make you happy, you know that. I can’t give you a baby, I can’t give you the love that you deserve because I am just so fucking depressed about myself. I don’t deserve you. I know that and your fans on Twitter also agree. I am doing this for you, please don’t blame yourself. Your wife was just too fucked up to live and not kill herself. The only way you can get someone who deserves you is by me leaving. Leaving this heartless, ruthless world. You made the last years of my existence beautiful and I can’t thank you enough for it. Please get over me soon and find yourself a worthy wife who can fucking give you a baby. I love you with all my heart, and I am so sorry that I couldn’t be enough. I am so sorry. I love you, I love you, I love you as much as the stars love the moon, I just fucking love you. Don’t miss me. I am sorry I let you down. Goodbye, baby, goodbye forever.
Love,
Y/N’
A tear fell down Harry’s eyes as he read the letter. He couldn’t believe that Y/N was silently going through all this while he was there. Right beside him. He felt disappointed in himself, but a rage took over him. He was furious at the people who blamed his wife for the miscarriage. They made her to take this drastic step. Harry took out his phone which now had only 20% charge after Harry’s long calls to his mum and then Louis. He opened Twitter and ranted out whatever he felt.
‘I have always preached Treat People With Kindness, and my wife, Y/N is a part of these people I am talking about. If you are out there, speaking nonsense about my wife, then you aren’t a fan. My wife is a wonderful, amazing and absolutely stunning human. She is what I aspire to be. Her miscarriage wasn’t her fault, it’s never anybody’s fault. It’s just fate. I am never going to leave her. There is absolutely nothing she could do or that can happen which will make me want to leave her. My wife has been going through hell because of the haters and I can’t take it anymore. If you can’t accept my wife, at least respect her and our privacy.’
Harry knew he was going to be in trouble with the management but nothing was more important to him than his wife. He didn’t care about the consequences.
He just wishes Y/N had told him about what she felt.
Only if she didn’t shut him out.
Only if she payed attention to the love she got, not the hate.
Only if she saw herself the way he saw her.
Only if she would let Harry save her.
***
The hospital still seemed eerie to Harry. He had lost his grandfather in the same hospital a few years back, since then he had returned here twice to hear the news of miscarriages, this resulted in Harry having a discomfort for hospitals. He always tried to avoid the hospitals, even when he was sick, and that distressed Y/N. His wife is the only one who could get him to go to hospital when he was ill, he could never say no to her, never. She could ask him to buy her the most expensive diamond in the world and he’d have to say yes. And now seeing his wife in the OT, has made his discomfort 10 times worse. But he had to be there, he had to be there for his wife. His darling wife. Thinking of her made him smile, but now it made him upset as well. He couldn’t see her like that. He couldn’t see her suffer.
“Hey man, how’s Y/N?” Harry said in a quiet and clearly drained tone, after noticing Louis sit silently on one of the empty chairs lost deep in thought. Harry expected a vague answer, knowing that there probably won’t be any drastic change in her health now.
Louis looked up hearing the husky voice, and saw his tall, brunette friend standing, now changed in a black shirt, and skinny jeans.
“Oh yeah, umm she is fine. She is getting better, she’ll recover soon.” Louis mumbled while answering.
Harry slowly nodded his head, and replied in a hopeful and rather pained tone, “I really hope she does.”
A tear fell down his gorgeous green eyes, now no longer able to hide his sadness that got worsened after reading his wife’s letter.
Louis understanding his friend’s pain, asked him to sit beside and talk to him about it.
Harry told his trusted friend everything about Y/N’s letter, the online hate, the tweet that he sent out, everything. Louis sympathetically listened and tired hard to stop his own tears.
Once Harry was done, Louis quickly tried to console him. “Wow, I can’t imagine what it must have been like for Y/N to get all this hate, especially in this vulnerable and difficult time. Mate, you did the right thing by calling the trolls out, I am sure the hate will lessen. But it won’t stop, when Y/N gets better, you’ll need to give her hope and be there. We both know the effects of these trolls on our mental health, a good therapist will do wonders for her.”
Harry, now crying even more after telling those incidents to Louis, sadly said “I have tried to coax her to go to a therapist, but she refuses. You know she is a closed book, she rarely opens up to people. She refuses to go talk to a stranger, I always try to reason her but she is too uncomfortable. I can’t force her either, I just don’t know what to do."
“I understand, I do. If she isn’t going to go to a therapist, maybe you’ll have to help her even more. You need to make her feel better about herself, make her feel secure. She is just noticing the bad now, only the hate. Not the good things, not the love. You need to change that.” Louis explained knowing a lot about dealing with these kind of things. He himself dealt with it, and he even had to help his on and off girlfriend, Eleanor about this. She also was very upset and hurt, it took long but Louis could help her a bit.
“I will try my best. I will make her feel better about herself, I really will.” Harry replied now furiously nodding in an inspired manner.
“I know you will, mate.”
***
Y/N slowly opened her eyes and got attacked by bright rays of light. She fluttered her eyelids to adjust to the bright lighting of the room, and when she did, she looked beside her to see her husband. But he wasn’t smiling or sitting silently like he usually does. He was crying and sobbing hysterically in his palms with his eyes closed. He was so lost in crying that he couldn’t hear Y/N whimper when she woke up.
That sight broke her heart, she didn’t want him to be upset. She didn’t even think he’d be that sad, he deserves better after all.
Deciding to alert him now, Y/N let out a “Harry” from her lips. The word came out in a hushed tone and her voice was coarse and strained. Harry couldn’t hear her as he was crying so much.
Y/N tried again and this time the brunette heard her light voice. Instantaneously, he looked up and his eyes widened as his green orbs stared at her in disbelief. “Y/N?” he said, still shaken to the core from the incident.
“Wa-water…” Y/N said still not able to talk clearly.
“Oh yes.” Harry spoke in realisation of Y/N’s thirst.
Harry took the glass of water kept on a nearby table and brought it slowly to Y/N’s lips as the girl drank up the water a little too fast out of thirst.
Suddenly the door opened and the doctor entered. A smiled formed on his reddish pink lips as he saw Y/N.
“Oh, you are awake. How are you feeling, Y/N? Any discomfort?” In a content tone as he approached Y/N’s bed.
The girl just shook her head with a tiny smile which was barely visible not being able to speak a lot.
“Good. Good.” The doctor repeated.
***
The next few days went like that. Y/N’s health had improved a lot, and everyone was quite happy. Y/N could talk now and had full chats with Louis and the nurse. She even spoke to Anne and Gemma over the phone. Her mum also spoke to her and well, her mummy was devastated. She cried and wow, she was in hell. Y/N felt bad for her dear mumma, and consoled her. Everything else was going good.
In a week she returned home, but was reticent to talk about ‘the incident’, as they like to refer to it. Harry tried to talk to her, but she dismissed any of his advances.
Harry was getting tired and scared. He didn’t want Y/N to become distant again. But he didn’t know how to approach the topic.
He tried to talk, but she didn’t want to talk about it. He was scared of losing her, he was scared that she might not want him anymore.
Today, Harry was done. He decided to just fuck it and go talk to her straight up. He wants to help her and he needs to get his message to her and this is the only way to do it.
As Harry entered the living room he saw Y/N sitting on their couch, with her long, black hair opened and not a strand out of place. She was wearing Harry’s Beatles shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. She was wearing something so simple, yet was looking stunning. She was typing continuously on her phone, Harry was surprised that her fingers weren’t hurting by now. Harry was mesmerised by how stunning she is but then he reminded himself of what he needed to talk about. He cleared his throat to grab Y/N’s attention. She heard him and looked up from her phone, she smiled lightly and said “Hey.”. Harry returned the greeting.
“Y/N, we need to talk.” Harry said, bringing up the topic. Y/N’s eyes widened in realisation and she looked down. “Have you spoken to the lawyer?” Y/N said, confusing Harry. “About what?” Y/N’s brows furrowed as she looked at him strangely, “The divorce? That’s what you wanted to talk about, right?”
Harry now understanding what she was talking about looked at her in surprise. “What? No. I don’t want to leave you, I never want to leave you. I love you, I want to be with you forever. If you want a divorce fine, I’ll talk to the lawyer. But I don’t want one.”
“What? Then what do you need to talk about?”
Harry sighed and came and sat beside Y/N.
“I want to talk to you about that. The incident.” Y/N looked down upon realisation, ashamed of what happened.
“Yeah, it was a mistake. I’ll never do it again.” Y/N quickly said trying to shut down the topic.
“I know you won’t. But it’s not about that. It’s about you thinking that you aren’t enough, that the miscarriages were your fault and that I deserve better.”
Y/N was still embarrassed about the whole thing so she didn’t reply.
“Who are those people who are saying those things about you and us? Do they know us? Do they know you? Do they know about our relationship and my feelings towards you? Who are they?” Harry questioned.
“They are your fans Harry.” Y/N explained.
“No, they aren’t. If a person makes my darling, wonderful wife feel bad, and make her feel like she isn’t enough, they aren’t my fans. My fans are there to support me, not judge the love of my life. Those people are jealous bullies. They are jealous of you, us and your amazing personality and your beauty.”
“Jealous of me?” Y/N scoffed “Why would they be jealous of the woman who can’t give her husband a child? Who is hated by all?”
Harry now was annoyed by Y/N. How could she doubt his love?
“Hated by all? Really Y/N? I fucking love you. I am fucking crazy about you. I think about you all the damn time, you are my entire universe. You make me happy, you give me life. I live because you are there. When you were in that fucking hospital, I was destroyed. I couldn’t see you suffer like that. How could you doubt my love for a split second? Louis, mum, Gemma, they all were worried sick for you. All our friends and family, they constantly were calling me. You mom? She was praying all day long, crying hysterically. And you say no one loves you? Have you seen all the people hoping you get well soon on Twitter? Have you? You are just seeing the couple people who hate you. What about us? What about the majority of people who love you and support you? About the baby part. I don’t care. Yes, I would be more than happy if we have a baby that’s half of you and half of me, but I’ll also be happy without a child. I need you. Only you. Those trolls don’t matter. Who are they even? The people who matter love you and don’t blame you. It wasn’t your fault. I can’t see you kill yourself like this. Because what about me Y/N? What about me? I can’t live without you.” Harry ranted, spilling all his true feelings. Y/N was now in tears listening to her husband’s words.
“I am so sorry, baby. I never thought about it like that. I am so sorry, I love you. I really do.” Y/N cried out. She was now sobbing and Harry was also crying.
“It okay, my love. It’s okay. I understand. Just promise to never shut me out like that ever again, no matter what happens.” Y/N gently sat on Harry’s lap, hugging him tightly and resting her face on the crook of his neck absorbing his warmth. Harry also was embracing her tightly and kissing her head.
“I love you so so much. I’ll never doubt your love for me again and I won’t pay attention to the trolls. I’ll only think about those who love me. I won’t distance myself from you, I’ll always talk to you and sort things out. I’ll never leave you again, I won’t even think about it. I promise.” Y/N said into Harry’s neck.
“I know you won’t, love. I love you too.” Harry said softly and lovingly.
“But what about kids?” Y/N asked.
“Love, the miscarriages aren’t your fault, they were no one’s fault. And there are a lot of other ways to have kids. We can go for adoption and give a child a home or surrogacy. Or we can just scoop up one of the unattended kids at the playground.” Harry joked. Y/N laughed silently and removed her head from Harry’s neck and looked at him.
Her eyes were puffy from all the crying and her previously properly down hair was now a mess. Y/N’s nose was a bit runny so she rubbed her nose on Harry’s shirt around his collarbone. Harry laughed at her action and said “Hey, did you just rub your snotty on my shirt, you dirty girl.” Y/N slapped his chest while laughing still comfortably sat on his lap.
“Anyway, we don’t want your genes in our child. You are icky.” And Harry faked a gag at the end of the sentence.
Y/N gasped at Harry’s words, feigning offence. She hit his chest again and said “Shut up! You love me.”
“That I do.” Harry agreed.
“I know. I have got you wrapped pretty tight around my finger.” Y/N said haughtily. Harry chuckled out of joy of his wife’s happy demeanour and spoke out. “You are a weirdo, you know?” Y/N fake pouted. “I might be a weirdo, but I am your weirdo.” Y/N said slyly.
“Sap.” Harry said bluntly.
“Oh, I am a sap? Who was the one who was saying how much he loves me and how much he needs me and how I am his entire universe?” Y/N said referring to Harry.
“Hush, woman.” Harry said making Y/N laugh.
Y/N hugged him tightly again and said “I love you a lot, my baby.”
Harry smiled and said “I love you more, my princess.”
Y/N then started singing “Oh you love me, oh you want me, you wanna kiss me, you wanna hug me, you wanna be mine.” While laughing out.
“Harry just shook his head and said “Oh god, my weird and silly little thing.” And they both laughed.
Soon the laugh faded and they both were looking deep into each other’s eyes talking through them in a language only they know. Y/N kissed the tip of Harry’s nose and repeated “My baby” as she laid her head on his chest again. Harry wrapped his hand around her waist again and said “My darling.”
This journey was far from over but they knew that whatever happens, they would be in it together and they would get through it. At last, nothing is stronger than their love. Nothing. They will be alright, it will be all fine. All they needed was each other.
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Hey darlings,
Hope you guys enjoyed this. I really enjoyed writing this, especially the fluff at the end. I am quite happy with how this ended and I warn you, this isn’t proofread so ignore the typing errors. I think my writing has improved a lot form my first series. I know I am late but my Tumblr was giving me some trouble so it took me longer than expected. I will try to upload a few more stories which might be shorter before my school tests start. I might even start a new series so be ready. Please reblog and share and add a note. Feel free to send any request or suggestion or feedback.
Lots of love,
Ayesha
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The Dragon - Megumi and Geto
Geto and Megumi are both the black wolves, the yang in their relationship with Gojo and Yuji respectively. However they are also parallels to one another. Both of them represent the black yang, both are deeply emotional people, and both are also partners and secondary to the strongest sorcerer of their generation. Geto who was the part of the strongest duo along with Gojo, and also Megumi who was the one who saved, and continues to protect Itadori even after he swallowed Sukuna’s finger. They also tend to be associated with serpents (Megumi - Oboro the snake, Geto summons a dragon). More under the cut.
1. It’s Always the Quiet Ones
Gojo and Yuji are introduced as a teacher and student duo from the start of the manga so their connection between each other is already apparent. Geto and Megumi have never met each other, however, there are already several parallels between them.
Megumi and Geto are characters who are more concerned with “the right thing to do” rather than saving everyone in front of them. Yuji and Geto are very self involved individuals. They’re more focused on themselves. Yuji and Gojo both have this central goal of becoming the strongest, and for different reasons. Gojo because he’s such a staunch individualist whose goal is to be the best version of himself he can be, and Yuji because he needs that strength in order to save people.
Gojo and Yuji are people who think about themselves first and foremost. Megumi and Geto are people very concerned with everyone around them. It’s Megumi and Geto who consider the consequences of their actions and how it will affect others. (Teenage Gojo) and Yuji tend to be quite irresponsible with their power. They want to be strong, but they don’t really think about how they want to use that power to impact the world around them. Because they as people are not overly concerned with the world. Yuji only thinks about saving people immediately in front of him, and Gojo mostly thniks about himself.
It’s that old adage about power and repsonsibility. With great power comes great responsibility. However, the duos Megumi / Yuji and Geto / Gojo are both two halves of the same person. Gojo and Yuji are both the powerhouses of that duo, however it’s Geto and Megumi who are concerned with how to use that power responsibility for others.
There are several parallels betwen Megumi and Geto. Starting with their Curse Techniques. Megumi and Geto both use summoned entities in order to fight for them while Gojo and Yuji are powerhouses who fight their enemies head on. Megumi and Geto summon powerful creatures to do most of the fighting for them.
They both seem to be second strongest after their respective partners. Geto is second strongest after Gojo, and Megumi is second strongest after Yuji. However, at the same time it’s implied that both of them intentionally hold themselves back. That their cursed techniques could be used for much more than they are currently capable of.
A ten shadows loser is capable of overpowering the limitless user with a six eyes. However, it’s implied by Gojo constantly that Megumi is someone who constantly holds himself back, because unlike Gojo his number one priority is not being the strongest.
Geto at the same time is someone who is made out to be not as strong as Satoru Gojo, but at the same time, it seems someone like Getwo is way better at using his body to his full potential than he is. At the same time Getwo also comments that Geto would have won, if he had not ordered his forces to pull back. Geto lost because he’s more concerned with other people, Geto and Megumi are both people who hold themselves back because they prioritize people over themselves.
As awful as Geto is. As wrongheaded. As much of a murderer he is. He’s not a selfish person who can sacrifice his family for the sake of his goal. If only he were a little more selfish, if only he loved people a little less, he probably would not have been broken by the world in the same way he did. One more important parallel between the two of them is unlike Gojo and Yuji, Megumi and Geto seem to be really aware of the harshness and unfairness of the world around them and really affected by it.
Of course, Gojo is aware the Jujutsu world is corrupt too, and he’s affected by it in his own way, but he’s never pushed to a breaking point like Geto was. Gojo simply isn’t as invested in other people as Geto is, it doesn’t make Geto or Gojo better as a person it just makes them different and their priorities different.
Geto and Megumi’s reflections of the world mirror one another. Their reflections of the world always revolve around the sentiment that the world is fundamentally unfair, no matter how just the two of them try to be. Remember, the key word for both of them is righteousness. They are responsible people who try and obsess over doing the right thing.
Megumi refers to Jujutsu sorcerers as merely a cog in the system getting grinded down. Which is exactly what we witness happens to Geto. It’s because the fact that Jujutsu Sorcerers are treated as nothing more than disposable cogs in this great wide system, and they’re treated this way even as children that causes Geto to break to the extent that he does, becoming a broken cog.
Merely doing their duty as a Jujutsu Sorcerer isn’t enough for either of them. Geto begins with believing that what he’s doing he’s doing out of a sense of duty. He begins believing that he’s doing the right thing. They both come to a question of who they are supposed to save as Jujutsu Sorcerers. However, Megumi and Geto both witness a complete innocent suffering. A person that they describe as a good person, a person that they tried to protect, only to fail to protect them and watch that person. For Geto it was Riko, for Megumi it was Tsumiki.
Geto witnessed Rika die just after he promised to protect her as the strongest. Megumi only accepted Gojo’s offer to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer in the future because he thought it would help give him money to take care of Tsumiki. They both try to protect someone, and fail, and it makes their efforts seem pointless. After that point they question what their role in things even is. It left them questioning everything.
The final parallel between Geto and Megumi is that they’re both reasonable and rational on the surface. They’re both people always seeking a reason in things. It’s Geto of all people who is the person to tell Gojo that they can’t just do whatever they want because they’re powerful, they need responsibility, reason to chain their actions to. Geto becomes Gojo’s tether. Megumi is Yuji’s tether. In a way, both Gojo and Yuji were saved by their respective partners. Geto stopped Gojo from killing so many people, and Megumi saved Yuji at the beginning of the manga allowing him to become a cursed sorcerer rather than being executed right away at the start of the manga. However, at the same time both Megumi and Yuji have these deep and dark emotions unaddresssed that they can’t hold back with reasons.
Geto and Megumi carry lots of dark emotions and hurt feelings inside of them, and rather than trying to deal with them they tend to repress them in order to keep appearing as the rational and responsible for one. However, on the flip side of things, it means that they both have a tendency to flip. The thing about repressing these very angry, and hurt emotions is that repressing them does not make them go away. It merely causes them to pile up until the weight becomes unbearable and they break.
Geto and Megumi handle their emotions in the same way, and all of their hurt feelings tend to come from the same place. It’s not that Megumi and Geto hate people. In fact they love people. Megumi and Geto expect people to be much better than theyare. They expect the world to be a good place. ANd, when the world turns out to be not what they expected to be they’re not just disappointed they’re mad.
Megumi believes in good, compassionate people. He feels the world should be kinder to good people, he believes those people should be allowed a little happiness. He wants to protect people like Yuji and his sister because he sees a goodness in them he can’t see in himself. Megumi, always sees the best in the people he meets, that’s why he’s disappointed when he’s faced with the worst of them.
The same way that Megumi belives in good people, Geto believes in his connections to his comrades and to other people. Geto goes about it the wrong way entirely, but what he wants from the bottom of his heart is just a world where jujutsu sorcerers don’t have to be killed as teenagers. He, just like Yuji, wants the world to be a better place then it is currently. It’s just Geto has taken radical action to make that chane, whereas Megumi is fighting small battles one fight at a time.
They’re both characters whose hearts are in the right places. They both have good intentions. However, the unchecked emotions of both characters makes Geto a bomb, and Megumi a land mine waiting to explode. As good as they are, they’re full of dangerous bad feelings. They’re both living embodiments of the phrase “the road to hell is paved with good intentions.”
Geto represents the dangerous person that Megumi could become, while at the same time his partnership with Gojo shows what Megumi can make of himself if he opens himself to others. Geto decided to leave and try to fix the world on his own. Geto decided to try to hold all that weight on his shoulders until he broke, and then he broke away from Gojo. Geto and Gojo were clearly set up as a duo. They were meant to find balance with one another. However, they just couldn’t be together. They were both too busy trying to save the world alone, they didn’t know how to be together, and didn’t know how to be kids.
Megumi and Yuji are another strongest duo. Another second to chance to find the balance between each other that Gojo and Geto couldn’t find. Megumi is seriously off balance, and doesn’t know how to balance saving people with his sense of righteousness but that’s what Yuji is for. The two of them have the potential to break part like Gojo and Geto did, but they also have the potential to find true balance in one another.
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