#don’t tear eachother apart or lose sleep over all of this

[mossy-leo]

I think it should be said this whole thing with the book is for fun.

At the end of the day, unfortunately Gravity Falls is a dead show, it’s been dead for years. It’s great that we have new content, but we have to remember at this point we’re really only to expect scraps. We aren’t owed anything as a fandom and we should not go at Alex for any reason beyond joking support. I haven’t seen anyone do that but I’m just saying. This is all for entertainment and fun.

There seems to be a major connection between TBoB and The Great Gatsby, the second being about letting go of the past so it doesn’t haunt you. The timer on the website? The negatives? The dead ends? Maybe it’s Alex’s way of saying this is the end. To let go. To move on.

[ilove-sexydilfsnmilfs]

-Star Crossed- chapter 1

Pairing- Oc!reader(afab) x Logan Howlett

Words- 1.9k (not proofread plz excuse any errors)

Summary- it’s been nearly 2 years since Cora(reader) and Logan both lost eachother in their own universe, both broken, angry and hated amongst their people, They would do anything to see one another again, little did they know that day would come sooner than expected, and shatter their hearts into pieces and drive their long hidden desires to the surface ….will they be able to forgive themselves for their past and finally be together? Or will the universe just tear them apart once again?

Warnings- mentions of death, blood, 18+ (smut) in some later scenes/chapters… tension!!!! ./trauma/ no use of y/n I will be using a name but I won’t be describing any appearances! / Logan is aged down to be atleast in his early /mid 30s in this story / will add more warnings when needed.

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You’ve been rotting in your bed for months now, you can’t bring yourself to do much…not anymore.. you feel so lost, so hopeless..all because he’s gone, and you blame yourself for everything that had happened , you blame yourself for losing Logan.

You stare up at the white ceiling, Logans dog tags rest around your neck, his old grey zip up wrapped in your arms, his scent slowly fading with each day that passes. You feel nothing but sadness, you’ve cried so much you genuinely don’t think you can bare to cry anymore you just want out. Out of this fucking world, out of your misery. But what can you do? Just leave? No…what would leaving do? You’d still carry the pain you’ve felt since the day Logan Howlett died in your arms. Sometimes you swear you can still feel the warmth from his blood pooling under you, his heavy body laying stiff in your arms…the feeling of absolute dread when he stopped responding to your pleas to stay with you a little longer, when his hand fell from your face, body going limp…thinking about it makes you want to end your own life sometimes but you know that’s not what he would have wanted for you…he would want you to live on, but how could you live when the only man you’d ever loved was gone …forever?

You rolled over on your side, your face sinking into your pillow while you held his jacket close to your body, your other hand clenching his bloodstained necklace it’s all you had left of him since you left the x mansion, you couldn’t be there anymore, not with all the memories and not with knowing none of your friends were there anymore either.. they were all gone, dead… you were the last one left, and you couldn't bear to be reminded of all the happy memories...not when survivors guilt was riddled in your body. when everyone had died, you felt like you at least had a reason to live giving you still had logan by your side, but then he got sick, adamantium poisoning....you don't know how it happened, but the adamantium inside of him started to break down, entering his blood stream, it weakened him, slowed down his healing factor...you hated seeing him in pain, it wasn't like him to show it so much, it broke your heart almost every day and that's when you decided to find a way to help him before it got too bad...but little did you know... that would be the very cause of his death.

You blame yourself every single fucking day for his death, sometimes you wonder if you even deserve to wear those dog tags he ripped from his neck and placed in your blood-soaked hands...."I'm so sorry Logan..." you whisper into the jacket, muffled cries echoed through the quiet dark room, cries that soon turned into loud gut wrenching sobs.. you stayed like that for hours, crying yourself to sleep, the way you did almost every night.

you were jolted awake the next morning by the sound of hard loud knocks on your apartment door. You look around frantically, knowing who it was already...it was them.. humans. Humans who hated you more than anything, more than any other mutant...why? because they blame you for the deaths of the other x-men, and they most definitely blame you for the death of Wolverine. "fuck...that fast??" you mutter stuffing your things into a bookbag that lay on the floor next to your bed, they had defintely found you faster than last time....fuck.

you tried to sneak out the window in your bedroom when the door was kicked open by a few bigger men, they ran inside trashing the place, calling out your name in a way that made your skin crawl "COME OUT YOU BITCH" one yelled like a raging brute "come out come out wherever you are Cora, we just wanna make you feel the pain we felt when you killed the x-men" another cooed, his voice was one you'd hear when taunting someone, it was fucking creepy.

"Fuck me!" you spit in a whisper, they seemed even more upset than before...to this day you don't understand why the humans decided to turn against you, I guess they just needed someone to blame for the deaths...and you were right there and unscathed. As you were trying to make your way out the small window, the door to your bedroom flung open and 3 men entered, a mob of people behind them, they grabbed you almost immediately, grabbing your hands and putting them behind your back, and covering your eyes knowing full well of all your abilities. "We got you; you bitch, you're not going anywhere" . Now this whole ordeal would be a lot easier if you could just use your powers against them, but you took an oath when Logan died to never use your powers to harm a soul ever again...and yea these people were horrible trying to kill you but they genuinely think it's your fault your friends are dead...and you know you'd feel the same way if you were in their shoes, so yea...you took an oath to never use your powers to harm these people...but no one ever said anything about using your combat skills...like cmon you were a fucking x-men...these people are really stupid.

you kicked your leg up into the air, uppercutting one person causing them to fall onto the ground with a loud thump. you then brought your head back to headbutt the man holding your arms behind your back and when you felt they were free you ripped the blindfold off and quickly grabbed a lamp that sat on your bedside table, bashing it against another's head. A few people came charging at you at once, but you dodged them with minimal effort, grabbing their heads and bashing them together causing their bodies to go limp and fall to the ground. your right elbow landed directly into someone's stomach making them gasp for air then you brought your knee up to bash it clear into their face, as someone tried to climb onto your back you stumbled from the sudden attack and fell back into a wall causing them to bring a knife right down into your upper abdomen "GET OFF OF ME" you screamed in pain , pushing yourself back into the wall again and again but the person still had a grip on you, that's when another person tried coming at you full speed to tackle you to the ground...you were getting exhausted, you hadn't properly worked out in months and this sudden fight was one you weren't expecting... you were annoyed, trying to fight all these people, finally getting the person on your back off you head someone yell "YOU MURDERER, YOURE KILLING US BUT WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THEY NEEDED YOU"

"ITS ALL YOUR FAULT WOLVERINE IS DEAD" those words, those seven words snapped something inside of you...and well that oath you took...it meant nothing to you now. you brought your hands up into the air, your eyes glowing a bright white, the humans looked at you with nothhing but fear in their eyes. they all stumbled over eachother in the small apartment, but none of them were fast enough, you brought your hands down with a swift motion and everyone in the room flung back, some hit walls, some crashed into furniture and others flew out of windows, an instant death giving you were on the 7th floor. "I DID NOT KILL LOGAN" you screamed, people tried getting up but you didnt let that slide, "I TREID TO SAVE HIM, I LOVED HIM” you swished your hand to cause the ones trying to escape to fling back to the ground. You saw the man that uttered those words that made you snap almost instantly, you had heard them so many times before but for some reason today was the last straw, you tilted your head to the side walking towards him slowly as you brought your hand up you balled it into a fist and watched as he was lifted off the ground, grasping hopelessly at his neck, he couldn't breathe and you only squeezed your fist tighter and tighter as you watched his face turn blue, you glared at him, your eyes narrowing until

'POP'

His head was gone within an instant, blood painted your clothes and face. You were in uncontrollable rage, and couldn't stop, matter of fact you didn't want to stop. you wanted them to feel the pain they have been putting you through when you were already going through enough.

The others screamed, but you quickly shut them up, you twisted your head to the side, and without really thinking about it you opened a portal...it was another one of your abilities you rarely used, but as you were throwing people through it, the screaming stopped....they were all dead and you began to come down from your high while the portal was kept open...you fell to your knees and watched as the golden sparks from the portal started to dim....but before the portal closed completely you saw it...him...a face you hadn't seen in almost 2 years....Logan Howlett.

you felt your heart skip a beat when you both locked eyes, his expression showing just as much shock and heartache as yours, ignoring the bodies you absent mindlessly had thrown before him, in his hand held a bottle of whiskey but it soon hit the cold ground, shattering into pieces. you absent mindlessly grabbed the dog tags that hung around your neck, shooting up to your feet before calling out, "LO-" you were cut off mid-sentence as the portal closed as quickly as it was made and once again you were left alone in silence. You fell to your knees, shaking, your mind raced thinking if what you saw was just your imagination paying tricks on you...logan was dead...there was no way ....you saw him die , you saw-..."no....that's not possible" you mutter to yourself, you stared blankly at the blood riddled floor....that's when your mind began to drift to something Strange said long ago to you...how your ability was one of a kind, how with your own mind you could create portals to other worlds without a type of device...at the time you thought he was just wrong...every time you used your ability you only opened portals to other places in your world...not any others, only he had the ability to do that and even so it was with an object... or...at least you thought. "How...I don't even know wh- I don't even remember what i did .... how?" you were at a loss for words. Did you actually do it... did you open a poral to another earth, one where...Logan was still alive? you felt tears swell in the rim of your eyes, soon falling down your cheeks and onto the floor...you felt sick, crazed and as you looked around...horrible...if what you saw was real, then Logan, The man you've craved to see , the man you once loved and still do love, the man you tried saving and the man that died in your arms...is out there and just in your reach.

(I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS, THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL HAVE MORE INTERACTIONS BETWEEN BOTH CORA (THE READER) AND LOGAN. IT WILL ALSO BE FROM LOGANS POV FOR A LITTLE WHILE let me know if you guys liked it!! 🫶🏼)

[iwadori]

Haikyu boys when they make you insecure PT 1 (Kenma,Kuroo)

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6.

Word Count:3k 

genre: angst, fluff

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Kenma:

You and Kenma have been in a long distance relationship for a while.

Both of you stream, Kenma doing it seriously for his job and you just playing it for fun,

Sometimes you stream together of course but because of your difference in audiences and games you don’t do it all the time

“Bye guys! Hope you enjoyed todays stream” You wave off to the camera and shut off your PC taking a few sips of water.

Kenma: Hey.. nice stream today Y/N are you going to watch mine?

Y/N: Of course I will 

Kenma: Ok talk to you later

Y/N: okayy <3

Kenma is what inspired you to stream, he also taught you all the ins and outs of streaming making sure you were set and ready. Your gaming style was very relaxed and friendly as you obviously weren’t streaming as a career just for fun and to make friends with your online viewers. The games you played were usually: minecraft, COD, Sims 4, Roblox, Animal crossing and *Insert your favourite game here* the way I literally named all the games I play 

You wait for Kenmas stream to start, kind of excited as you’ve always loved seeing your boyfriend in his ‘element’ when it comes to playing to games. As your boyfriends stream starts you see he’s already chosen what game he is playing today which is to your surprise Call of duty, since that was the game you were playing earlier.

As he gets into the stream you are entertained, as always since Kenma was being his usual self laughing at his own deadpan jokes and interacting with his viewers. He is currently waiting for his capture the flag game to start so as he waits he decides to read some comments in the chat.

You’re used to the usual ‘Kenma where is Y/N I miss your usual streams together’ or ‘kenma please RAIL me’ which always makes you laugh. You were also used to the common hate comments Kenma and You both got on your streams but you were definitely not ready for this..

@ Ihatewomanandiamadick : Hey Kenma did you see your girls stream today she is so dog shit at COD lmaoooo jhdfkjdrhdrr

“Well hello ihatewomenandiamadick” started Kenma “but yes I did see Y/N stream and obviously she is not the best at games and I would definitely NOT ask her to team with me for any serious gaming competitions ... but she’s fun to watch I guess” as he finished speaking about you his game loaded up so he focused his attention on that the words he just spoke going to the back of his mind as they end up at the forefront of yours.

You obviously knew you were no match for Kenma’s gaming expertise but you didn’t expect him to publicly agree with a hate comment let alone add more of his imput on you. Did he really think that about you? ‘She’s fun to watch I guess’ did he not even enjoy your streams that much?

You wanted to distract yourself, and you definitely couldn’t do that watching him so you close off of his stream and get in your bed deciding to watch your favourite show. 

Waking up at 6pm after your sad nap, you see that Kenma has left some messages to you,

Kenma: hey did you watch my stream?

Kenma: do you want to facetime later and play some minecraft..?

Kenma: y/n r u ok??

Y/N: oh hey cnt play minecraft w you rn not really in the mood..

Kenma: oh ok..

Time passed since then a month to be exact and you basically dropped off of the face of the earth, you weren’t in the mood to do anything let alone game and stream, which was a constant reminder of your boyfriend (something you didn’t want at the time.) 

You felt embarrassed over all the things he said about you and all the things you now think he thinks about you and the way you play. Maybe he thinks even worse things about you, beyond just how you game? What if he doesn’t even genuinely like you...or he has someone else...it does make sense, you do both live miles and miles away from eachother AND he’s a big streamer you see the amount of girls in his comments.

You shake your head to erase your protruding thoughts coming in your mind, but it doesn’t really help. You and Kenma haven’t spoken much over this month he tried to constantly reach out to you at first but you assume he got bored over your constant, repetitive dry texts. So you were almost content with you and Kenma not even being in a relationship anymore.

However on Kenma’s side, he was beyond worried about you. Since you haven’t been streaming or barely responded to his texts he thought something happened to you, but he didn’t want to be seen as ‘overstepping boundaries’ if there was nothing wrong at all with you and you simply were just ‘not in the mood.’ 

So here he is, in Kuroo’s apartment trying to get him to help him out on finding out what is wrong with you.

“So kenma can you remember what happened the day when Y/N went ‘ghost’“ asked Kuroo in a mock detective voice

“Y/N didn’t go ‘ghost’ Kuro, and take this seriously” said Kenma “I’m worried bout her”

“Okay fine, but for real what’s the last thing you remember before she started acting all weird.” 

“Umm I think it was around a month ago I did my saturday stream and I think she was on it but she didn’t leave her usual nice comments throughout”

“Ohh that was the stream when you sai-” Kuroo said before pausing his words as the memory of what Kenma said about you on his stream came in his mind, as even Kuroo thought it was a tad bit harsh for Kenma to say all those things “I think I know why Y/N has been so distant kiddo”

“What why?” Asked Kenma

Kuroo pulls out his phone and brings up the clip off what Kenma said and Kenma’s face cringes ‘did he really say all those things about you’ he thinks. 

“Shit.. I didn’t know I said all of that” he said quietly “how do I make it up to her?”

“There’s only one thing you can really do Kenma” said kuroo

You are woken up out of your sleep by a knock on the door. Getting out your bed like a zombie, you trudge to your front door only surprised by what you see. There in his 5′6 glory stood your ‘boyfriend’ Kenma with a controller and a kitten teddy in his hand. You were very tempted to shut the door in his face and get back to your dreamless sleep but you waited on him to speak.

“Hi Y/N” he said quietly “wanna play some minecraft...?”

“Why so you can ridicule me on how shit I am?” You ask bitterly ready to shut the door on him

“No! No not all” he said stopping you from shutting the door entering your place “Y/N i’m really sorry on what I said, I wasn’t thinking AT ALL... I love watching your streams and I think you’re great at playing games...I was just being a dick,”

You take a deep breath before tears pool in your eyes “what you said really hurt me kenma..” you say “ I know people say shitty things on the internet all the time... it’s the internet. But I wasn’t expecting you to agree with the hater and say even more shitty things on top of that.. I don’t think I want to even stream anymore”

Upon hearing that, Kenma’s mouth parts open with shock ‘you dont want to stream anymore’ were his comments that bad? Now he feel even worse as he should and is now more determined to make things right. 

He impulsively drags your arm into your game room, catching your surprise ‘what is he up too?’ you think. He stops for a second seeing your usual pristine gaming set up, collected up with dust. 

“What are you do-” you start 

“Just wait!” He says, as he rushes away turning on all your stuff and logging onto his twitch account as he sees the views go up he starts to speak

 “Hi guys, its me kodzuken and today I’m here on stream with my beautiful girlfriend and today I want to say..” he turns to you “Y/N im so sorry for the horrible things I said to you that day... I was just being a dick and I’m sorry I really am.”

You look at the chat and you see some confusion and some people recalling his words from last month. “It’s fine Kenma, I forgive you” you say giving him a hug”

“Okay Y/N, so what do you say... wanna beat my ass at bed wars?” He says with a smirk 

“When have I ever loss?” you return his smirk

Of course you did beat his ass as bed wars for rounds on rounds never losing proving yourself to actually be a good gamer girl. You enjoyed your time with Kenma, forgetting what he said before about you and moving on. 

Eventually, you guys moved in together and streamed together all the time and yes you still do play for fun but you’ve gotten way better at COD (some may say better then Kenma) but who is better didn’t matter to any of you, as long as you got to play together that’s all you both cared about.

Kuroo:

Kuroo and you have been together since you were in your first year of high school 

You met as friends first when you got him to tutor you in chemistry ( a subject you still aren’t that good at.)

Now you have your upcoming entrance exams for university in a month so your school has you doing mock exams in preparation for them.

20%

You look down at your chemistry paper that your teacher just handed you. 20%. You’re surprised, very surprised since out of all your subjects (that you go 90+% on) you studied on the chemistry test the hardest ensuring Testurou, that you didn’t need his help at all. But I guess it turns out, you did.

This failing mock grade put a blunder on your day, you didn’t interact with anyone and didn’t want to see your boyfriend so you skipped your usual routine of meeting him on the rooftop and went to the library instead ‘might aswell start early on your studying’ you thought.

As you were going over your chemistry topics, you hear an ‘ahem’ next to you and you turn your head only to find your boyfriend and his friends next to you. Kuroo with his usual goofy smile on his face. 

“Hey kitten where were you at lunch?” he asked 

“Needed to go to the library, Chemistry is kicking my ass” you mumbled 

“Oya” he said as he noticed your chemistry test laying under your textbook “20%, well damn Y/N I knew you were stupid, but I didn’t know you were that stupid” he laughed doing his stupid usual hyena-like laugh.

Ouch well that hurt. You slightly flinched at his words, “Really your name, you didn’t know the molecular formula for ethanol, that’s first year work” he said continuing to laugh “I’m pretty sure that’s one of the first things I tutored you on when we first met” 

His overbearing laughter was not good for you, you were already having a bad day and yes you do know your not that good at chemistry but you didn’t need your chemistry-enthusiast boyfriend to make fun of you for failing. Kenma and Yaku stood there awkwardly obviously aware of how bad Kuroo is making you feel but they didn’t really know how to stop his friend in the moment.Whilst he’s still dying of laughter you decide to pack up your stuff and leave the library.

You managed to get your Chemistry tutor to let you retake your mock paper in a week so that means, extra hard studying with no distractions you definitely can’t fail again. Since studying on your own was definitely not a good option, and you couldn’t go to Kuroo (especially after he ridiculed you) you decided to ask the second smartest person you know to tutor you.

Y/N: Hey Yaku! Can I ask you a favour?

Yaku: Hi Y/N what do you need??

Y/N: I have my chemistry retake next week, and as you know from your loud-loud friend I failed my recent test so can you tutor me?? 

Y/N: Pleaseeee

Yaku: Ok Y/N why can’t you ask Kuroo you know that he’d be more than happy to help

Y/N: Yakuu pleasee just help me out 

So there you was, nearly a week done with your study sessions with Yaku and you’re feeling way more confident than before. 

“Y/N what is the functional group of a Carboxylic Acid” Yaku asked

“umm... COO?” 

“Great! that’s correct Y/N” he praises i dont actually know if it’s correct or not

You then hear a knock at Yaku’s front door and hear his mum let the person in, Kuroo then enters Yaku’s bedroom with shock plastered on his face surprised to see you here.

“Y/N...hey?” he says confused “what are you doing here?”

“Oh Mori-chan is just helping me with chemistry for my retake tommorow” you say nochalantly internally smiling at the twinge in Kuroo’s face at the purposeful use of Yaku’s first name.

“So why didn’t you ask me to help you know I’m a chemistry whiz” he asks

“Maybe I’m too stupid to be taught under your tutelage” you mumble “since I seem to forget whatever you teach me, even when it’s 3 years ago... but ok”

“Y/N I-” he starts 

“Oh save it Kuroo, I have studying to do” you say cutting him off

“But I-” he tries

“So Mori-chan COOH is the function group of ethyl ethonate right?” you ask ignoring your boyfriend who is now at a lost for words

“ummm yeah it is” says yaku who is clearly feeling heavily awkward at the tension in his bedroom.

Kuroo leaves and you and yaku finish off the studying for the night, you did feel a little bad for being a bit mean to Kuroo but it’s karma for him being a dick to you. 

You wake up the next day ready for your exam which was first thing in the morning, before you hand in your phone you see a message from Kuroo,

Kuroo: I know you’re still mad at me, but I think you’re going to do so well on this test. You’re not stupid at all, you’re really smart and I love you < 3 

Kuroo: Good luck Y/N

You don’t respond to the message but smile at the sincerity of it and thankful for the boost of confidence it gave you before you start your exam.

Finishing the exam with a smile, you were confident you did well as everything you and Yaku went over was on the paper and you’re almost certain you atleast got more than 75%. You have to wait an hour before your teacher can give you your results, so in the meantime you might aswell reconcile with Kuroo.

When you exit the classroom, standing there was Kuroo who seemed to have been waiting for you for the whole duration of the exam.

“So how was it?” Kuroo asked, apprenhensive as he assumed you would just ignore him like you did at Yaku’s house.

“It was fine, I think it went alright..” you say

“Kuroo”

“Y/N”

You say simultaneously, he pauses for a second to let you speak “I’m sorry I was being so stand offish when we were at Yaku’s I just wanted you to see I could do it on my own, and when you called me stupid I really took that to heart since you and I both know that Chemistry wasn’t ever my best subject” 

“I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, and since it was only a practice test I didn’t think you’d take it to heart but I am sorry I know you aren’t stupid.”

Before you got to say anything else, your Chemistry teacher exited the room with your chemistry paper in hand. Kuroo grabbed your hand anticipating your nerves and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Miss L/N” said your teacher “Well done on your chemistry test” he turned your test around to sure a perfect 100%. Both you and Kuroo gasped, you were elated to say the least you wanted to jump up and down in excitement but a PERFECT 100%.

“I’d also like to add that you have now got the top chemistry score in the school beating the previous title holder Kuroo Testurou” said your teacher, this made Kuroo open his mouth even wider in surprise nearly making you giggle at his response. 

Your teacher took his leave, leaving you and Kuroo in the hallway “ I guess i’m the chemistry whizz now “ you say wiggling your eyebrows just as Kuroo did to you before at Yaku’s this made him chuckle as he came to put his arm around you.

“Y/N don’t get ahead of yourself now, you may have won this battle but I will win the war” he said smiling

In the final exam, you continue your winning streak also getting a near 100% and still beating Kuroo which didn’t matter to either of you, now you’re just like him cracking chemistry puns and jokes all the time which none of your friends appreciated but atleast Kuroo found them SODIUM funny.

AN: Please kill me for the last line of Kuroos, I didn’t really like Kuroo’s since it was a bit self indulgent with my hate for chemistry but what do you guys think?

[lily-drake]

Fantasy/Twin AU

Sorry for being late and not posting for a bit. Was a bit burnt out and had writer block. I will go back to write the other days soon though. Also, sorry, I suck at writing wing aus, this is my first time doing it.

Earth J-236, an earth full of mystical life.  An earth where everyone is born with wings.  Your wings represented who you are; well not really, but that’s what people believed.  If your wings were bright and colorful then you were obviously an amazing person, but if your wings were darker or had little color, then you have great evil in your soul.  Marinette was born seconds after her twin, Damian.  It takes a few years before your wings fully grow in, usually to about 6.  But with the accelerated growth serums used in their artificial wombs, it took them till they were three for their feathers to sprout.  Damian’s were black like their father’s with subtle hints of red like their mothers.  Marinette’s were pure black, devoid of any color, and her mother was so proud of that.  She was the League’s charm, for it’s believed that anyone with pure black wings was pure evil.  Her only purpose being to protect her brother, nothing else was more important than her brother’s safety.  She would die for him, because if he died she might as well have died as well as her only purpose for living would be gone.

Damian glared at his sister, his wings ruffling in annoyance.  She was hovering close to him again, and she never said anything to him ever unless she was completely sure they were alone.  He did not believe that his sister was or could ever be, “pure evil” just because of her wings.  In fact, her mannerisms are the exact opposite of what people believed.  She, in her own ways, is caring, sweet, and protective.  He had seen, and helped, her nurse a baby bird that had fallen from its nest back to health.  She would often place little things around the base for only him to find such as some extra baklava, a throwing knife, a drawing of someone, beads, or other random objects.  Grandfather had always been extra hard on her, making sure she wouldn’t betray them, she wouldn’t become “evil enough to lose herself”.  Sometimes she would sneak into his room at night, and it tore him apart to see silent tears run down his little sister's face as small black raven feathers fell onto the floor from her days worth of training.  He had been learning how to fly, her wings had been clipped every two or three months so she could not leave the base.  She had learned long ago to control her facial and wing expressions, but he could always see the droop in them and the sad shine in her eyes as she stood on the ground while he was in the air.

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Marinette looked up and watched as the fiery Phoenix flew through the air setting Nada Parabat aflame.  She didn’t feel much as she watched her grandfather get blown up.  She only felt great anxiety and fear as she could not find her brother.  She loved her brother, and if her job was to cause chaos, she would make sure she could prevent it from hurting him.  Grandfather had told her about how cursed she was, it’s why they had to be extra tough on her, and she understood that.  They couldn’t have her hurting anyone they needed, only the people they wanted gone.  She was angry at grandfather yesterday for taking some of her feathers for failing a task, this must have been her fault.  She didn’t want to hurt her brother, her wings had only proven nothing but destruction.  She had to leave now, then she could go where no one else was, and she wouldn’t have to hurt anyone else.  So like a coward, like the disgrace she was, she ran.  She kept her wings tight against her back making sure that no one could grab them as she ran.  An arrow hit one of them, but she didn’t have time to think about the burning pain as she ran and ran and ran farther and farther and farther away.  Tears ran down her cheeks as she silently prayed that her brother would be okay.

She didn’t know how long she ran, but she knew it must have been a really long time as she had just collapsed from exhaustion in the woods.  She looked back at her wings and slowly and carefully spread them out and hissed in pain from where the arrow had pierced her left wing.  Drops of red slowly dripped down her feathers and dropped on the ground.  She quickly closed them and made sure they were as small and put away as possible.  She looked up at the trees made of brass with different colored jade leaves.  Pearl-like apples growing on a few.  She watched a baby griffon follow it’s mother in the distance, turtle ducks waddling to a pond somewhere nearby, deer nibbling on plants, she could hear the rustling of leaves and branches from unseen creatures and everything was getting more blurry and dark.  She was cold, it felt very cold.  She slowly unwound her wings from around herself and closed them tightly around her, but that didn’t stop the chill that went deep down to her bones.  She was a failure, a mistake, she would only cause harm.  Here she wouldn’t be able to do that, and if she died here, then no one would be hurt by her again, and wasn’t that such a nice thought.

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Tom and Sabine had finally been able to hire some trusted employees and explore places in Tibet.  They had made lots of money over the years with their successful bakery, and they thought now was a better time than ever to go on a real honeymoon as they hadn’t been able to afford it before when the bakery had first started.  It was during one of these forest explorations when they saw a trail of little drops of blood and felt they needed to follow it.  What they discovered broke their hearts.  There lying on the cold forest floor was what appeared to be a child hugging their very black wings around them.  They knew of the rumors and myths of black winged people, but they did not care.  They believed that their wings were not what made them evil, but rather situations put into their lives.  Sabine quickly checked for a pulse, and though it was slow she sighed in relief when she felt it.  She quickly handed the small unconscious girl to Tom and they both quickly went to the nearest hospital.  How could someone leave such a small child all alone to die like that?  It looked as if she had been injured if the dried blood on the small fragile wings said anything.  And worst of all, upon closer examination, they had been clipped, recently too.

As soon as they arrived they carried the small girl to the front and demanded that they take her in.  They waited until the doctors were done and gave them permission to visit claiming to be the girl’s adopted parents.  It wasn’t technically a lie, they would be soon even if Sabine had to force it to happen.

When Marinette woke up she knew something was off.  She was under a blanket, she’s never been given a blanket before.  The sent of bleach and chemicals were everywhere and it hurt her nose.  There was a beeping noise next to her that was giving her a headache.  She didn’t know where she was, and that was bad.  She opened her eyes a small fraction so nobody could see she was awake and looked around as much as she could.  The entire room was white and there were bright lights.  There were two strange people waiting in chairs near where she was laying.  She wondered if they were the ones who brought her here.  Slowly she opened them up all the way and silently sat up.  It’s best to make no noise, then she wouldn’t disturb anyone.

“Oh sweety, I’m so glad you’re awake.”

The woman said in a cheery and relieved manner, but she just continued to watch and study them silently.  Her wings felt stiff against her back, though she made sure they didn’t move or give anything away.

“How are you feeling dear?”

Silence greeted them, and her face remained as impassive as ever.  They wanted something, why else would they save a freak like her?  What were they aiming for here?

“Did your parents hurt you?  If so, we can take you away from them.”

Marinette’s eyes widened only a fraction.  These were randoms, innocents if you will.  They obviously had no idea who she was, and they seemed unafraid of her and her wings.  Did they not know how dangerous she was, didn’t they know that black wings meant she was cursed?  The man and the woman looked at eachother and spread their wings.  Marinette was shocked, but she wouldn’t show it.

The large man had light brown eagle wings while the small woman had white and black woodpecker wings.  She wanted to reach out and touch the feathers, but then something bad would happen to them, so she held her hands together.

“We don’t care what your wing color is.  Your wings don’t define who you are, it’s what you do with your life that does.  Can we please help you?”

The woman said sincerely as she gripped the man’s hand in hers.  She felt a pull to them, something telling her to accept.  She didn’t want to hurt them though.  But maybe she could protect them?  Maybe she could find a way around her curse and make sure they don’t get hurt?  Slowly she nodded and they both looked so happy when she did.  She hoped that she wouldn’t hurt them, they didn’t deserve to be cursed.  Maybe if she didn’t touch them things would be ok.  If she didn’t let them touch her then it wouldn’t spread.  She could do this!

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Apparently she couldn’t do it because this is a very affectionate family, and the first thing that happened before they let her sleep on their —super fluffy, pure Heaven— bed was give her a hug.  She had made sure that her wings were tucked under her clothes and tight against her back the entire time though.  So they didn’t touch her wings, so maybe that meant they wouldn’t be cursed.

It was strange, because the next morning they went to a courthouse, and she was adopted.  She hadn’t said anything throughout the entire event, she just watched and observed what people did.  They stayed in Tibet for another few days before they flew to Paris, France.  This was supposed to be her new home.  The city of light and love.  Maybe here, it would stop her curse.  It was so bright that it had to block out her darkness.  She still always carried one of her knives with her, she felt naked without one.  Tom and Sabine seemed to understand somehow, and said that it was her business and that was enough for them till she was ready to talk about it.  It was strange not to be interrogated for now wanting to tell someone something.

Marinette had lived with the Dupain-Chengs for about a year now.  It was strange really, they were honest business people and their joy was always sincere.  They didn’t question much of what she did even though it was probably weird to them.  They didn’t punish her for messing up like the league did, and they never went near her wings without permission.  They never plucked her feathers, and they would often ask if they could preen her wings.  She would refuse every time, but she would often wonder what it would be like to have someone else touch them.  Think of what it would be like if she weren’t cursed.  When it was time for school she would always wrap them around herself then tape them so no one would see or be able to touch them.  Things were finally going well, she couldn’t risk it now!

There was a blonde brat that liked to act like she was above her, and because her wings were always hidden with no explanation she made sure everyone knew that she was “wingless”.  She didn’t care though, being wingless was better than being evil winged.  She never really said anything in class or to other students, she never gave much reaction keeping her stoic face up.  The brat left her alone soon after for being a, “ridiculous!  Utterly ridiculous freak.”  And nobody was the wiser.

Being Lady Chaos was….the best thing that ever happened to her if she was being honest.  Even with pure black wings, people still thought she was a hero.  She never flew, she was scared she’d fall and die.  She was never allowed to fly before, and even if she technically can do so now, it’s not worth the risk.  Her partner though, Mr. Bug has gold, red, and black wings.  He can fly through the air with ease she wished she desperately had.  Sometimes after patrol she would go to the very top of the Eiffel Tower and just stretch her wings out as far out as she could.  She would close her eyes as the wind blew past her and ruffled her feathers and pretend that she was soaring through the air.

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Year three of living with Tom and Sabine she was comfortable talking to them more, and with Plagg there to control her chaos she finally let them touch her wings.  It was strange really, she never took care of her wings, never cared enough to.  When she first felt the hands on her feathers she had to will herself not to draw them back for fear of them plucking or ripped out.  But Sabine’s hands were so gentle and smooth that they seemed to move on their own and go closer to her touch.  Sabine would smile and hum as she gently preened the dark raven feathers that were soft and smooth.  Maybe she could finally tell the class that she wasn’t wingless soon, and maybe they would be okay with it.

No, they would not as she learned from listening to her classmates talk to the new student, Lila Rossi.  To them Lady Chaos was the only good black winged person because she was chasing after Mr. Bug to earn his affections.  Lady Chaos was obviously evil before she met Mr. Bug and she would always be evil no matter what she did.  Marinette felt nauseous that she ever thought about telling them the truth.  She had never felt more betrayed than she felt now, because she had given them her trust, and they broke it without even knowing it.  After that day, she made extra sure that her wings were hidden and wore a bit thicker clothing just in case.  Tom and Sabine are a little worried about it, but she calmed them pretty quickly.  She was fine, it wasn’t like they were all great friends to begin with.  That’s probably why everyone sides with Lila and decides that she’s a terrible person.

She had tried leaving her past behind, pretending that she didn’t hurt and kill people.  Pretend that she wasn’t a weapon.  She tried to push it far away, but it wasn’t enough.  It was never enough.  She had abandoned her brother.  She betrayed the league.  She did unspeakable things to please someone who would never care about her, just her use.  The city of lights seems duller than usual, it was probably her fault Hawkmoth came to be in the first place, afterall she was cursed to bring ruin everywhere she went.

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Lila and Chloe thought it would be a great idea to bring everybody to the Crime Capital of the World for their senior trip.  Probably to watch people flounder and worry when things go wrong, which they definitely would.  She had stopped Hawkmoth a month before the trip, but Mr. Bug took all the credit for it. The arrogant self centered bas*.  Adrien kept giving her side glances that always made her feel uncomfortable and slightly disgusted.  During school he would try to touch her with every chance he’d get.  He almost discovered her wings at one point.  She couldn’t do anything about it before because of the stupid your-rich-so-do-whatever-the-heck-you-want treatment.  Now that Adrien’s family fortune is gone, and people don’t trust him because of what his dad did, so he has to be more careful.  He now kept some distance, which she was extremely grateful for.

She would have broken his hand, she had imagined it plus other things more than once.  But then Tom and Sabine would get in trouble by Gabriel for her actions.  They didn’t deserve that, they had been nothing but good to her since they found her abandoned in that forest.

She would be fine though, as long as Lila had a grip on his arm and she was in the back, away from him.  She listened to their tour guide, Richard Grayson, talk about the history and importance of WE.  The architecture was brilliant really, and you couldn’t blame her for having to draw and sketch it.  She often thought of Damian when she sketched.  She used to leave drawings for him around the base, little things that expressed her adoration for him without getting too close.  She wondered if he was still with the league, had he escaped, did he die?  She hoped that wasn’t the case, she hoped that he would be alive and well.  Bright orange and white wings nearly slapped her in the face if she hadn’t stopped right before the movement had occurred.

“Oh my gosh!  I’m so sorry Marinette!  Sometimes my wings just spasm out of control like that!  I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Marinette just silently rolled her eyes and took a few steps backward and watched the class glare at her waiting for her to comfort the liar.  She would never lower herself to do that.  She was still an Al Ghul afterall, even if she did leave it behind when she fled.  She was thankful when lunch came, she waited far away from the line and watched silently from a dark corner to make sure no one would hurt her.  Then she felt it, a hand touching her back feeling for something.  She quickly and instinctively grabbed the arm and twisted it behind them pinning it behind their back at a painful angle.

“Ukhti, let go.”

Marinette knew that voice.  She remembered that name and she could feel her heart stop.  The lunchroom was silent as they watched the small bluenette silently and quickly release the “Ice Prince”. Everyone watched with bated breaths to see what would happen next.  The boy’s wings were ruffled in agitation and fear.

“Where are they?”

He demanded.  Marinette knew what he was talking about, she simply wrapped her arms around herself and turned her head away definitely.

“Why are you hiding them, Malak?  Please.”

Marinette could feel her wings moving in defiance to what her brain was saying.  They wanted to be shown, they wanted to be touched by her brother again.  She looked down and slowly uncrossed her arms from her body.  Damian gently took her hands in his and looked directly into her eyes.

“Everything will be ok, Taw'ami.”

She slowly nodded and with shaky fingers reached under her hoodie and began to slowly unwrap the tape that kept her wings confined.  When all the tape was in her hands she hesitantly removed her hoodie and let her wings unfold from around herself and into the open.  She had made shirts that let her wings slip through slits in the back that were tailored to her wings specifically and were most comfortable.  Damian marveled at how big her raven wings had grown and how shiny they were.  He reached out a hand slowly and gently ran his fingers down the inky black that was her wings.

Shouts of fear and accusations were thrown at her, mostly from her class.  She didn’t listen though, she just observed.  The tour guide was coming over now, probably to kick her out.  He had such lovely wings though,  they were a deep navy blue that looked similar to black with dark red and light blue running through them.  They looked so well kept and soft.

“Damian, what’s happening?  Who is this?”

“Grayson, meet my twin sister, Marinette.”

“You have a twin?!”

Richard exclaimed loudly, drawing even more attention.  The insults and jeers stopped after that.  She looked over at the class and smirked when she saw their shock and confusion.

“Yes, keep up.”

Damian said brusquely.  They must know each other well then.

“Come, we must take her away from these imbeciles and take her to father.”

Damian grabbed her wrist and tugged, her quickly falling into line like she used to when he did this.

“Now tell me Ukhti, have you been taking care of yourself?”

She nodded as they came to an elevator and walked into it with Richard right behind them.  Marinette felt her feathers fluff up nervously.  She wasn’t in control of them right now, and she wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not. Damian ran a hand gently down her right wing trying to smooth it down.

“Things will be fine Marinette.  Just watch, father will be glad to meet you.”

She looked him in the eyes and squeezed her hands together.

“No, I have not told him about you.  Things will be fine though.”

He seemed to understand her weird way of communicating, she still didn’t understand how he did.  Richard cleared his throat and both turned to look at him.

“Sorry to interrupt, but um…I’m Dick, I’m Damian’s, and yours I guess, oldest brother.  It’s nice to meet you.”

He spread his wings in a welcoming way that meant and showed safety and peace. Her wings involuntarily rose up as well to reciprocate his greeting.  When the door to the elevator opened again she quickly forced her wings to hide on her back trying desperately to keep them from sight.  Damian didn’t seem to like it, but he just grabbed her wrist and dragged her to a large office room.  The plaque on the door read “CEO Bruce Wayne”.  Their father was Bruce Wayne?!  She couldn’t go in there, she couldn’t curse him and ruin his life.  No, she had already messed up at the league, and she was just barely not messing up with Tom and Sabine, she would definitely ruin Bruce Wayne’s life, and she would not allow that to happen.  She tugged at his grip desperately trying to get away.

“Marinette, stop.  Your wings are not cursed, that was a lie.”

Marinette shook her head and kept trying to escape the iron-like grip.

“Do you not trust me anymore?”

She froze at that and quickly shook her head.  Of course she trusted him, it was her that shouldn’t be trusted.

“Good, because we’re going in now.”

And that was that, because the door was now open and she was being dragged into the office room where their father and another boy with large bags under his eyes stared at them.  Damian puffed up his chest and feathers letting his strong, big, and brilliant wings rise into the air.

“Father, this is your daughter, my twin, Marinette Erebus Al Ghul-Wayne.”

They both stared at her in shock and Marinette slowly and cautiously raised her despicable black wings into the air.  Both stared at them in awe before looking back at her, but she didn’t meet their eyes.  She didn’t want to see the disgust and hatred in their eyes.

After a few moments she looked up and saw their wings greeting hers like Dick’s had.  Their father’s wings were a mix of black and dark grey alternating the color in each row of feathers.  The other boy’s were black at the top and slowly turned to red at the bottom.  But they were welcoming her openly, so that must mean something!  Well, it was time to get to know her father, she guessed.

[itstheimpossibledream]

Only A Play

Part 5 

Word Count: 2213

Pairing: AU Henry x FemBlack!Reader

Warning:  Smut, Angst, Some fluff

Summary:  Can reader & Henry work out their differences or will they be better apart? Breakup sex? Idk it’s the finale let me know what you think!

“ and that’s when I packed my things and came to New York.” Henry finishes.

 You’d been looking down at your hands, trying not to get lost in his features while he spoke, knowing the tabloids would make a day out of it. Angling the photograph and captioning it something cheesy about ‘love being in the air’ or the fact that you’re ‘just in time for Valentine’s Day’. The dating speculations you could take but, the photographic evidence that made your mom ask questions was a different story entirely.Since the show had opened the two of you toured from interview to interview and then performed at night. The day usually culminating in a needy fuck at his apartment or in your dressing room if he couldn’t wait. You stayed at his place often and while it was still mostly in booty-call  territory, (despite the previous year of apartment crashing and drunk declarations of love) the dinners and breakfasts remained consistent. You answered the interviewer’s questions calmly but,nothing could have prepared you for the final follow up. He turns to Henry, “And so aside from your new relationship(he motions to you),have you made any other friends during your time in New York?” He only hesitated slightly,before answering. He smirks but,the curve of his lip is gone before you know it. “I have really enjoyed working with her, and I hope our artistic relationship will flourish long after this production has ended.” he smiles diplomatically while reaching for your hand.“As far as new friends I believe my doorman Jason and I have gotten pretty close.” he laughs. When he laughs, the whole world laughs with him and the audience is no exception.Eventually , the hours of embarrassment have passed and you’re being rushed back into a cab to Henry’s apartment. 

“So what was that?” you say as he closes the door, sliding into the car behind you. 

“What?” he asks blissfully unaware of your annoyance. 

“That whole continuing relationship thing?”you push.

“I said artistic relationship.” he corrected sternly.

 “ You gave them ammo.” you cut back quickly.

“And so what? Two people in a romantic play together are speculated to date?How awful.” He grumbles. 

“You don’t get to make a choice like that before talking to me about it.”

“It wasn’t a choice, it was the truth.” he quips back sternly.

“A truth that will put the tabloids on my ass.It’s been bad since we opened the show but, you and I both know this is only going to make it worse.” you mirrored his tone, clearly losing your cool at the idea of being followed to your apartment by cameras. 

“Well you can stay with me as long as you need.” He says, firmly setting his jaw.You roll your eyes towards the window, Watching the people who pass by. 

“So, this is what it was about? control ?”

“Please!” He scoffs “I don’t need the paparazzi holding your apartment hostage,to get you to stay at my place.You’re practically there every night anyway.” It comes out sounding like more of a complaint than he had meant for it to. Your blood boils with resentment of his comfortability.You can feel the heaviness in your eyes when the car pulls up to his ‘flat’. A term you had started using sarcastically but had slowly begun to stick. Even now, you despised that while being a convenient fuck , he had permeated your subconscious enough to make you even think to refer to it as a flat. 

“What’s on your mind?” he finally asked, breaking the silence that had been holding court in the elevator. He didn’t sound like he really wanted to know, infact he seemed like he was solely asking for courteous purposes and that was it. You turned your entire body to face him, you could feel that no matter how hard you were trying your face had begun to break. 

“You know, you were right. There’s no reason for me to be here.” your lips upturned in a smile as you saw the glassyness of your eyes reflected in his face. It was an odd pain , not one you could name but, one you knew without a doubt was real. You had shared something special, he knew that. But, anyone could see that the lack of compatibility outside of the bedroom left the relationship forever doomed.He rolled his tongue between his lips and you couldn’t help but think of how blissful the silence was between you two. Someone had to say it, and in true fashion Henry was not strong enough. 

“ What are you talking about?!” He followed behind you into the hallway as you fled the elevator, opening the door to the apartment.

“We aren’t compatible Henry. You don’t get me. My lifestyle, my friends,my choices; you think it’s all a fucking joke or something. Well, it’s not,It’s not a fucking joke.It’s my real life. I know we play and talk about how much money you make but when it comes down to it I’ve never seen you put a red cent to helping anyone else. But, you watch me tithe everything I earn to give back to the communities that raised me. If you wanted to be with me, like really wanted to be with me,you would have already invested yourself in the things I find important. Instead, what you do is stand on red carpet at a black, trans fundraising gala and steal the attention once again.”

“I thought you were mad about the interview, now you’re mad about the gala?!?”

“I’m mad about all of it!” you screamed directly into his beautifully manicured face. Not an eyelash out of place and yet he still couldn’t contend with the neatening of his moral compass. 

“I’m mad because you center yourself in any safe space for people of color I take you to.I’m mad because you don’t ask for my opinion or consent before doing anything, because you don’t care.Actually, I’m not even mad anymore.I just see it for what it is.”The tears had started to slowly flow now, and while your pride kept you from full on sobs,a total breakdown was on it’s way without a doubt. You removed your bag from your shoulder,sitting it in the chair by the door and headed to your bedroom. You had graduated from the guest bedroom, to mostly staying in Henry’s bed with him, a convenience thing really. 

“And what is it?” he asked , finally unable to continue being berated by you.

“A mistake.” you said calmly, what had to be mere minutes felt like passing hours, the two of you standing there, looking at eachother, seeing the relationship for what it was. 

He spoke first.

“I love you.” his baritone timbre you had become so accustomed to sounded far away, you questioned if you had even heard him clearly.

“I love you, does that not matter to you at all?”he sounded stern, almost scolding you for not immediately reciprocating his affection.

“It’s not real Hen.” you said between tears “Someone who loves me, wouldn’t need me to explain all the ways his privilege consistently harms me. I wouldn’t have to ask him to donate to causes I’m passionate about, causes I’ve devoted my whole life to getting fundraising for. Someone who loves me would not make party conversation about how their black girlfriend has to sleep with a bonnet on.” He was silent,now. He stepped towards you, closing the void of misunderstanding.

“I'm sorry that I ever made you feel as though you aren’t the most important thing in the world to me.” He kissed your forehead, and then on the top of your head. 

He whispered into your hair but, you could feel his voice reverberating  through your curls.

“Can we not fight tonight ?” You exhaled, relaxing the weight of your body into his. You didn’t have to fight anymore because you heard his answer loud and clear. He didn’t want to fight because he couldn’t.  He could not think of something important enough to cause him discomfort,couldn’t think of anything worth his unhappiness. He placed his hands on either side of your face, pulling you in for a kiss. You kissed him back slowly, making up your mind to give in to your emotions for one last time. A spark went through your body as you felt his hands trail their way over your curves. You tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt and he quickly obliged,pulling it over his head. He lightly pushes you towards the bed and when he rolls ontop of you it feels more like a safety net than a sexual maneuver. Even as he undresses you, slowly, kissing over your body. He touches you so gently,assigning value to every square inch of your skin.Before long he’s looking into your eyes as he thrusts into you, rutting his way  inside you of.Your breath hitches as you begin to synchronize your breathing with his, becoming one, breathing as one whole. He held the backs of your knees, pushing them up further into your chest.You cried out at the depth of the new angle and he smiled, moving a hand from the back of your knee to your neck, lightly applying pressure. You loved his hand around your throat, the way his veins looked, the muscles in his arm , all of it. And he knew that, he was pulling out all of his best moves tonight. 

“You’re so bloody beautiful right now.so tight for me.” He murmured close, into your ear. 

His dirty talk alone sent you over the edge but, the added view, from this angle of his body was everything a partner could want. He moaned as he pushed into you , the result of your walls tightening around him. Your spasms brought him over the edge,as he came into you.You latched your nails onto the skin of his back, clawing for safety in his embrace. 

“I love you. I love you.”he said in between kisses as he came down from the high of physical contact. “I love you too.” you returned the words, because they were true and in that moment, nothing could have been more honest.He rolled over onto his back and you snuggled up next to him.

“I do love you” he whispers into your hair. The room is dark,aside from a sliver of light where the moon shone through the blinds. He slowly runs a hand over your hair and down your back.

“Then why haven’t I met your parents yet?” you sighed,turning your head upwards to face him.

The loudest silence of the night fell over the room, that was what made it real to him. He couldn’t deny it anymore. Even he knew, he had never invited you to visit his family, or even out to dinner when they were visiting in the states. You didn’t know if it was that he was embarrassed , or that he just didn’t know how to tell them. You weren’t even upset anymore, as much as you were resigned to the fact that you had to begin putting yourself first, to choose your needs first. And whether you wanted to admit it or not, if you were honest with yourself you knew he wasn’t the one. His brows furrowed and you could tell he was running through every possible response. His hand smoothed it’s way over your hair again and while you had resigned to the fact that it was over you couldn’t help but allow a piece of your heart to break as you saw his eyes become glassy. 

Before long he was fast asleep above you. Henry would be leaving the show, for another movie gig in two weeks but, since the  first rehearsal you hadn’t spent a day without Henry, or Kal for that matter. Sun peeked through the shades as you redressed yourself in the dark , you couldn’t be sure if this was something you wanted, or simply something you knew you had to do. You looked back at that beautiful apartment one more time,and then finally closed the door behind you. You recall the first time you entered the building, that day you had been instructed to bond as you step into the elevator. Watching the city below through the glass,a flicker of light catches your attention, then another and you realize it’s snowing. It had been a full year since the first time you had actually spoken to him. The doorman held the door for you,as you sparked your lighter. Touching the flame to the end of your cig as you stroll down the street.

[esfawkes]

Will it be possible for the MC to cheat on the ROs while in a relationship with them. To be more exact can I cheat on Sebriel, Nethica, and, Velpi while they think we are mutually in love with eachother (and we're married obviously)?

I wonder how they would react 😳

Maybe I sound like a crazy person but I want some drama and ✨flavor✨.

Ah, no, don’t worry, I totally understand you. I’m a big lover of drama and angst in stories too. It can make a happy ending far more satisfying in my opinion, and it can also just be fun to see how characters react when everything starts falling apart around them.

You can cheat while you’re in a relationship in 7H. You can cheat with other ROs and with other very minor characters. It’s obviously not a nice thing to do and can result in some unfortunate consequences.

This got very long and a little NSFW, so I’m putting Sebriel, Nethica, and Vesperion’s feelings about being cheated on beneath a readmore.

Sebriel would handle it the best. He’d be hurt, but he would not show it. He’d be calm and collected about it all — almost unnervingly so, really — and at first everything seems… fine. Nothing seems to have changed in your relationship. But then you’d notice that Sebriel, while he does still speak with you, no longer shares his thoughts with you like before. He’ll still touch you — hand upon your shoulder, fingers on the small of your back, brushing hair back from your face — but it feels… hollow. As though there’s no meaning behind it anymore.

Sebriel doesn’t necessarily hold your cheating against you. It’s more that he attributes the entire thing to a misunderstanding on his part. He thought you were both on the same page regarding your relationship, but clearly that was not the case. You might be friends and even still lovers when it suits you both, but you’re not… partners, if that makes sense. You’re not someone he can share all of himself with.

So he withdraws, pulling away until there’s a gulf of emotional distance between you both. You will never be able to bridge this gap again. Sebriel might have decided there’s nothing to forgive, but he damn sure will not forget.

Nethica, on the other hand, handles it the worst.

It’s a devastating blow to his self-worth. Nethica, like Sebriel, has no issue having an open relationship with the MC if that’s what they want, even if he’s in love with them. He understands that you can be in love with someone and want to spend your life with them but still want to have sex with other people (and sometimes have sex with other people together). But in a relationship where the MC sleeping with someone else is considered cheating — so, an entirely monogamous relationship — it’s different. Because to have that sort of relationship with him, you have to make it clear that that’s what you want. You have to make it clear that you want him and no one else.

Despite his open-mindedness about sex and relationships, Nethica, when he is in love with the MC and has a relationship of some nature with them, is monogamous. He doesn’t expect the same of the MC, so it takes the MC deliberately stating their own monogamy, their own commitment to the relationship, for him to understand and accept that MC doesn’t need or want anyone else — or so they seem to believe right now.

That said, the MC doing that does make him extremely happy — but also incredibly anxious and guilty, because he worries whether he’s actually enough, if he’s not depriving you of something/someone better, if he’s holding you back

He has no idea what on earth he really has to offer you to make a monogamous relationship with him worth it.

So Nethica is already full of self-doubt about his own worth even without you doing anything. If the MC cheats on him, it really just confirms so many of his worst fears about himself. It tells him that he isn’t enough. It tells him that he really isn’t worth it, that he isn’t worth anything, and that he was a fool to think otherwise, even for a second.

Like Sebriel, he doesn’t actually put the blame on you. He puts it all on himself. So when he finds out, he isn’t mad. There’s no yelling or fighting or anything like that. Instead he’s very quiet. He doesn’t want to end things, he doesn’t want to pull away. He doesn’t want to lose you more than he already has. He says he understands, that he doesn’t fault you. He offers to open your relationship back up again, so you can sleep with other people, if that’s what you want. Despite how hard he tries to seem nonchalant about it, how hard he tries to fake a self-deprecating smile and laugh, it’s pretty obvious that he’s heartbroken.

Nethica is so in love with you that he will do anything to make your relationship work, but cheating deals a huge blow to him that never fully heals. Your relationship doesn’t end — unless you ask for it to — but Nethica never feels secure in it again.

And then Vesperion… He is an entirely different beast.

He has been in love with the MC for a very long time, so it’s not hard to get him to be in a monogamous relationship with you, as Vesperion has no issue with monogamy. Despite never having been in a monogamous relationship before, it is his preferred sort of relationship. In contrast to Nethica — and Sebriel — Vesperion off the bat expects a relationship with the MC, be it sexual or romantic, to be monogamous; if you want it to be an open relationship, you have to specifically mention it. He’ll agree to it and even sleep with other people, but make no mistake, he will be jealous (while hoping that you’re jealous too).

Between the three of them, Vesperion is easily the most possessive. He wants you to himself, but he also wants you to want him to yourself. He knows that you alone are enough for him, and he wants you to feel the same about him.

Finding out that you cheated… Oh, he’s livid. He’s furious. By far the angriest he’s ever been. But Vesperion’s anger is not explosive. It is cold, quiet. Ominous. It’s like a keen blade in the hand of a master: sharp, precise, and brutal. Were you anyone else, he would not hesitate to lash out at you, to tear into you, to let you know just what he thinks of you and what you’ve done.

But you are the person he loves, so even though he feels as though he’s choking on his anger, he keeps his mouth shut and leaves. If you try to follow, he makes it very clear that it’s in your best interest not to.

When he eventually comes back (hours later, after finding something to hit until he finally exhausted himself), he’s still pretty fucking pissed, but he can talk now.

Despite Vesperion being the only one who really gets angry and the only one who rightfully blames you for your own actions, your relationship with him is the only one that can actually fully recover. Because god knows Vesperion understands what it is to make a mistake and hurt people. If the MC can forgive him for everything he has done, then the least he can do is forgive them in turn.

So long as you want to stay in a relationship with him, he will work through this with you. He might have an attitude about it for a while, but he will do it.

He doesn’t ask if this means you want to open the relationship. If you do ask for that though, he is pissed. Clearly he’s not enough for you, so you might as well just end the relationship altogether. But the MC will always be Vesperion’s greatest weakness, so even if you do break up, he’ll eventually take you back. And if you break up again, he’ll eventually take you back, again. Over and over, until he just cannot do it anymore.

[heyitsmerose]

Ateez Reaction to their s/o calling them when they’re in danger (hyung line)

TW: Sensitive content and mentions of abuse

Word Count: 2.5k

Mature Language*

Hongjoong: (peeping tom)

You and Hongjoong have been dating for a while now, with his busy schedule he tries to make as much time for you as possible, however you’re left home alone for majority of the day, especially during comeback time. 

Today, your boyfriend and the rest of Ateez were recording their new song at were all at the KQ building, a good 30 minutes away from your apartment. He wouldn’t be back for another 2-3 hours so you decided to take a shower and treat yourself.

Halfway through your shower, you heard noises. Thinking it was just your brain being paranoid about being home alone you decided to leave it and continue showering. Another 5 minutes later you hear shuffling outside and the noise of clicking. This time, being a little more cautious you decided to stop the shower to better hear the noise. After a few seconds you heard the noise again and decided to go outside into your shared bedroom. 

The second you did, you briefly caught a glimpse of someone standing outside your window with a camera, through the mirror in your room. Acting as if you hadn’t seen anything, you took your phone into the bathroom and locked it, trying to act as cool as you could. The second the door closed behind you, you dialed hongjoong. 

[“Hongjoong, how much longer”] you whisper yelled voice cracking at the end

[“Woah, hey Y/n, what’s up?] you were greeted by your boyfriend’s, bandmate, Wooyoung’s voice

[Can you give the phone to Hongjoong please]

[Y/n, he’s recording right now, is everything alright]

[Please just give him the phone]

[Alright I’m putting it on speaker] Wooyoung said and you heard some shuffling in the background

[Hey hun, whats wrong, is everything alright] you were greeted by your boyfriend’s sweet voice.

[Hongjoong, I’m stuck in the bathroom with nothing but a towel and there’s someone outside our window taking pictures of me!] You whisper yelled, voice cracking at the end of you sentence, not because you were sad, but because you were scared and frustrated of the situation you were in. 

You heard a few gasps from the rest of the members and a “what the fuck?”, presumably from Seonghwa.

[Okay, babe, stay where you are, we’ll come get you] You heard Hongjoong say, after which he hung up.

You tied up your hair and turned on the shower again to cover any noise you were making. Soon you heard shuffling outside and footsteps coming closer to the bathroom wall. 

After a while the footsteps stopped and you heard banging on the bathroom wall from the outside of the house.

“Come out, honey, unless you want these pictures to be spread all over the internet” You heard a sinister voice call out from outside.

At this point you were done, you hid your face in your knees and sobbed, your life would be ruined if those photos got out.

“Leave me alone!” you yelled back

Soon you heard more shuffling outside and grunting. You then heard the familiar voice of one of your boyfriend’s bandmates, Mingi.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, creep!? You heard him yell.

Feeling a little more relieved you simply sat and waited until either the police or someone came to get you. In a few minutes, you heard light knocking on the door and you violently flinched. Slowly and carefully opening the door, you were engulfed by the sweet smell and warm embrace of your boyfriend Hongjoong, not caring whether he got wet. Tears of relief started pouring out your eyes and you collapsed into him.

“Hey, you’re okay now” He whispered to you, warm breath against your face. “I won’t ever let something like that happen ever again” you heard him whisper into your hair. 

Seonghwa: (creep at night)

You and Seonghwa were a funny couple, showing love to eachother with your constant teasing and nicknames. Recently, he pranked you by banging on the window and knocking on the door when you were home alone. It was safe to say, you were quite spooked. You forgave him quickly and it was forgotten. Today, you had gone out to get some ramen from the supermarket and were on your way back home. It was quite late at night, and Seonghwa was at home sleeping. You wanted to surprise him with some ramen, and so here you were. It started off quite normally, you were used to going out late at night, loving the breeze and the silent streets. 

About halfway home, you saw a hooded man walking across the street from you. It didn’t seem to out of the ordinary, except the fact that he was wearing all black and had a black mask and hat on. You started walking a little faster just to be safe. You noticed that the man started walking a little faster too, and so you decided to start jogging lightly, wanting to get home as soon as possible. The man, this time, crossed the street and was right behind you. Fearing for your life you decided to full on run as fast as you could. The man started chasing after you, and you had no option but to try and take abnormal turns while running to try to lose him. You soon ran around a corner into an alley and took the opportunity to call Seonghwa.

[Seonghwa!] You practically yelled, once he picked the phone up after a few rings

[Y/N, where on earth are you, it’s like 9pm, what are you doing] You heard his husky voice, suggesting he just got up

[Babe, I don’t know where I am but this dude is chasing after me and he keeps grunting and growling at me, I don’t know what to do, please help!]

[Babe, What?!] he yelled through the phone

[Send me your location and I’ll come pick you up]

[What if he has a knife, you cant come here] you tried reasoning

[I don’t care! now send me your location and don’t hang up!]

You were relieved that he was coming to get you, but were still scared that the man could find you any second. Keeping the phone next to you, decided to peek out the corner, to check if he was still there. Bad idea, the man saw your face and instantly ran to your direction. You couldn’t run anywhere as there was a dead end and just backed up against the wall. 

“You thought you could run from me?” The man sneered at you. 

“Please leave me alone” You tried to muster up the courage, only for your eyes to betray you with tears spilling out of them.

“No need to be scared” He creepily grinned at you and grabbed your wrist. You tried pulling away, but to no avail. At this point you were a crying mess. 

“Please let me go” You sobbed, as he pinned you against the wall nearing your face. Only for the pressure to then completely vanish. You looked up and saw your boyfriend Seonghwa swing at the man all of a sudden. You gasped and held him back. 

“That’s what you get, you sick, son of a bitch!” He yelled at the man, shoving him to the ground.

You spent the evening cuddled up in eachothers’ embrace, with you trying to calm him down

Yunho: (creep at the beach)

You and Yunho were at the beach with the rest of Ateez and their girlfriends. It was a nice way to get away from their busy lifestyles as idols and for everyone to just have a day off. You and San’s girlfriend were quite close and decided to go shell collecting together.

The rest of Ateez’s and Ateez girlfriends were taking pictures, building sand castles and having fun, while Yunho and his Mingi went to go get ice cream for everyone. 

You were laughing and giggling with one another, collecting sea shells, and comparing one another’s like kids, until two tall men interrupted the both of you. 

“Hey ladies! are you here at the beach to have a fun time?” One of them said. Being the bubbly and friendly person San’s girlfriend was, she decided to respond and make conversation, while you were a little more cautious.

“Yeah, we’re just collecting seashells” she smiled back at them

“with our boyfriends” you made sure to emphasise.

“Hey, it’s alright they’re just being nicee” San’s girlfriend whispered to you.

“You never know” you just shrugged back

“Anyways, do you girls know where we can pick up some hot ladies” At this point, San’s girlfriend looked a little uncomfortable too.

“There’s a bar up ahead, hope you find what youre looking for, it was nice talking to you” you promptly cut the conversation short and turned on your heel grabbing your friends arm.

“Hey, no, no wait up, we just want to talk” The other man grabbed your wrist.

“Let go of me” You sternly said, but he didn’t let go and just looked at his friend

“We need to go back now, let me go!” You yelled at him.

The one holding your arm looked at his friend again, and the other one stepped closer to san’s girlfriend taking her chin in his hands.

“Let go of me!” She tried stepping back, but he held her by her shoulder inching closer to her face.

“Let us go!” you yelled at both the men and shoved the one holding your friend to the ground. 

He let go of her, and you told her to call someone for help. She took the opportunity and rang Yunho on the phone, telling him to hurry, as the men wouldn’t leave you alone and you were aggressively yelling at them. You kept struggling in his grip, while the other one tried getting to your friend. After a few minutes of struggling and yelling for help, the grip on your wrist loosened and you heard both the men grunting. Yunho had shoved the man holding you, to the ground and had kicked the other one too. You were still yelling profanities at them, so Yunho turned to you and put his hands on your shoulders, and kissed your forehead. 

“What the hell is wrong with those creeps” You head San yell as he was comforting his girlfriend

“Well, one thing is for sure, they’ll think twice before even trying to approach someone again” Yunho replied while holding you close

Yeosang: (spiked drink)

You and Yeosang were total opposites yet were such a power couple. Yeosang helped the both of you stay grounded, while you were the more outgoing friendly type. 

Hongjoong’s birthday was coming up and everyone decided to go to the nearby bar to just chill and have a nice time. Yeosang initially wanted to go and leave a little early, as he thought the bar would be too overwhelming for him, but after some convincing and your puppy eyes, there was no way he could refuse. You decided to wear matching outfits with him wearing a full sleeved black button up and bleached skinny jeans, while you wore a black dress up till your knees. Yeosang blushed at the idea of matching, but blushed even more when he saw you in your dress.

After a quick makeout session and some giggles here and there, you both decided to leave to meet everyone at the bar. When you reached, you reached peak happiness. The bar had music so loud and there were so many people, you were excited to say the least. You dragged Yeosang into the bar and he bro-hugged Hongjoong while wishing him happy birthday. You on the other hand were already on the dance floor with Yunho and Mingi. You were yelling lyrics at eachother and breakdancing to no end. Yeosang glanced over at you and laughed at your childish antics. 

When a slower song started to play, he knew it was his time to shine. You were already looking around for him in the crowd and when you finally saw him, a wide smile erupted on your face. You grabbed his shoulders and he grabbed your waist, as you fumbled a bit and were panting.

“Are you drunk?” He asked laughing a little. 

“No, not yet, I’m just tired from dancing” You said looking back up at him.

“I think you mean jumping up and down like a mad lady” He laughed at you. You playfully rolled your eyes and smiled at him. You were definitely aware of how much your dancing affected him. 

 “Yeo, I’m going to go get a drink, I’ll be right back” You said a little breathless.

You went to the bar table and simply sat there for a while deciding on your drink, and taking a break from dancing for a bit. After a while, you saw a drink slide in your direction, and looked up to see a stranger slide the cocktail in your direction. You didn’t know her, but being the naïve person you were, you accepted it instantly, thanking her for the drink. You gulped down the drink in one go and as you did, tasted a weird bitter taste in your mouth. A few minutes after chugging the drink, you felt quite dizzy. You have been drunk a few times and knew how it felt, this was definitely a new feeling. You looked back up at the lady, while your eyes were drooping and having a hard time staying open. She moved her stool closer to you, as you just looked back at her uncomfortably. 

As you felt more lightheaded, you decided to go the washroom and try to throw it up. You went into the women’s washroom and couldn’t even stand up. At this point, your legs felt so wobbly you couldn’t even stand up. You dialed your boyfriend amidst the loud music and he picked up on the first ring itself.

[Y/N, where are you, it’s been like 20 minutes, are you okay?] Yeosang said first.

[I don’t know, I feel lightheaded and weak, I think someone drugged my drink] you slurred your words.

[Wait What?! Where are you right now] He yelled over the phone

[In the women’s washroom]

[Okay wait there, I’m coming to get you]

[No, but you can’t-] And before you could respond, he hung up. 

You heard the washroom door opening and you crawled into one of the stalls. Locking it behind you.

“Where are you, beautiful?” You heard a female voice whisper out.

You felt grossed out, this had never happened to you before. Before you could say anything back, you heard the washroom door slam open and someone stomp in. It was Yeosang, he was growling and aggressively asked the lady,

“Have you seen my girlfriend?”

“Oh, her, I don’t know, I’m looking for her too, but hands off she’s mine” The girl replied. At this point he was furious and pushed the girl to the wall, pinning her against it. 

“Shut up!” He growled.

You unlocked the door to your stall and weakly called out to him. He promptly crouched down to your level and picked you up. It was safe to say, you were definitely not going to be let out of his sight for the rest of the night, and probably forever.

[shinebrightlikeanarwhal]

Random SF ideas

It has a lot of Travis ships because that's my feral lil bby. I'm having fun keeping him from bullying people by bullying him instead lol

Every time he enters school Sal mutters “anything can happen in the Bronx”. Todd is the only one that doesn’t understand.

Travis is emotionally constipated and will take it out on others, but later do small things as his form of apologizing. Philip and his mother are the only people that understand him and understand why. Sal thinks he may be bipolar and Larry has probably called him the r-slur under his breath. (Stinky boy probably would say it openly if not for Sal's disdain for that word).

Maple and Travis bonding over jewelry and make up. Travis won’t admit it to anyone but her but he likes the way Maple accessorizes. Obligatory Chug appreciation to keep on her good side, later forms a healthy and wholesome friendship.

Travis and Larry fight verbally. It doesn’t get physical unless Larry loses control and shoved Travis. This prompting a snarky reminder that Larry is no better than Travis’ own father. They cuddle and fall asleep later tho, after Sal puts them in their get along corner.

Nicknames. Travis’ weakness is nicknames. Lisa discovers this and shows Larry and Sal who abuse this power. Travis’ tan cheeks are bright red anytime he’s out public with them because of their stupidly sweet nicknames. Their go to for reactions are baby(boy), sweetheart and bottom

Shameless PDA when Sal is jealous. Travis learns the hard way how easy it is to make him jealous when a hand is in his waist and holding him close to the shorter. Fingers tracing any exposed skin to keep Travis focused on him. Sorry Lar, you took up too much Travis time..

Travis’ mom being an absolute babe. Apple if her eye is her sweet boy. Probably passed while he was young and had to watch him grow in that unhealthy environment.. maybe reaches out to Sal for help since he’s more intuitive. Def terrifies Larry a couple times as a prank. He hit her son, bully or not, it just felt right to braid his hair to his bed post a couple times and paint his nasty thoughts on his chest.

Travis hates surprises and loud noises because of his father. They don’t learn that until they throw a surprise birthday party with cheering and loud pops of confetti balloons, his panic attack damn near gave him a heart attack. (He refused to accept apologies for something they didn’t know. Instead demanding they spoil him for the rest of the week as compensation for his hospital trip on his birthday)

I said it once, and I’ll say it again. Service. Animals. Mr. Phelps legally obligated to give him a service animal and Travis is somewhat saved from Kenneth's abuse. Taking more time outside for walks (the dog can’t bare letting Travis stay in the house for long with his father home). He genuinely bonds with other students over his new dog (the dog allowing contact when not in uniform but if Travis’ needs are present will attach itself to Travis’ hip.

Religious trauma and coping. Because PLS, can we please address the amount of abuse because of the Bible?? That boy may stay and follow the proper words of his lord. Or he could detach himself from the church entirely (especially because of the cult!)

Travis ships: Salvis and Larvis

Asked out: Oh. Oh no. How did they fall for Travis?!? What did they do to find that feral little kitten so cute?? Was it they dyed hair? The dresses when he shows off more legs than they anticipated? Him apologizing and changing for the better?? What happened to him to make him so interesting!? Sal absolutely starts approaching Travis cautiously. Taken aback when he's greeted with a warm smile and compliments. They start to grow as friends and spend time together often. Sharing eachother with their friend groups and on their own. It takes a couple of years before Sal nervously asks Travis if he would be interested in getting closer. Travis doesn't understand and Sal just awkwardly blurts out if he would try dating him... for an experiment or anything. Travis is excited, he wants to be closer and happily hugs onto Sal as his answer.

Larry is a lot ore aggressive. Cornering Travis and glaring down at him. Demanding to know what his game is. Travis doesn't fight he just nervously asks if Larry hates him. Larry almost says he does but gets distracted by the trembling and cowering kitten before him. Fuck, he can't possibly hate Travis. Larry instead starts approaching Travis. At first Travis is afraid that Larry will hit him if he doesn't like something he does. Larry hates to admit it, but Travis infested his mind. Dreams were no longer sacred when teenage hormones and a new love interest were involved. Many a times he had to look away when Travis were a particular skirt or dress because his dreams seemed to run rampant with those items. When they finally talk, Travis initiates it. He Pushes Larry into a bathroom stall and demands he explain himself. He's staring at him like a piece of meat and following him around. Larry is scaring HIS friends. Larry doesn't even hesitate to pounce on Travis. Mouth to mouth and hands on ass. Travis surprised but kinda into it allows the kiss until Larry gets too handsy. He returns to his friends with an angry red hand print on his cheek. It takes a month of apologizing Travis finally agrees to give Larry a chance. (Larry tells his mom and dances around the apartment that night)

First kiss failures: Larry got too into the kiss and starts feeling up the poor boy. Sal pecks him in his sleep and never tells Travis. He just happily holds the memory of kissing his sleeping princess.

First dates: Larry tries to show Travis the fun things to do in this sleepy little town. Travis is excited just to go anywhere other than church and school. At first there are a few hiccups, maybe weather, maybe places are crowded or cancelled. But it still ends well with the boys passed out in the truck, snuggled under a blanket Larry stores with a big smile on their face. Sal is much more romantic. Candles and flowers. Dresses up nice and styles his hair in a neat bun. He wants to impress Travis and assert he can be the man for him by presenting more masculine (Travis snorts and tells him even in a dress Sal could fight a bear). Its a simple dinner at home with Gizmo as their lazy server, sleeping on the couch in a little suit. The night ends well with the boys enjoying a night stroll and admiring the calm and almost desolate surroundings of Nockfell.

First Times: Sal does NOT expect Travis to offer it. In fact, he almost shattered his favorite mug with the tight grip he put on it. Travis thinks this means Sal doesn't want him, but no nono, Sal wants it/ He wants Travis bad. That simp wastes no time scurrying to their room, cleaning his bed and all necessary items are prepared. He was well stocked for... college purposes, but Travis offering to give Sal his first?? (Yes. He did a victory dance and scream in the tree house when he thought he was alone.)

First Time: Larry would waste no time, grabbing Travis and making sure, this is what he wants. Larry may sleep around before they got together but he would never expect Travis to offer his first time so soon. Travis agreeing and Larry in tears hugging onto the confused man. He has never been so gentle with a partner and savored every second, sound and action. It may not have been Larry's first but he was more than happy to say it was his best. Larry would 100% scream to Sal about it later though. He is a man that appreciates his partner and would be an aftercare fiend. Relishing in any reactions Travis gives him while massages and treats the poor tired bum.

Living together: Hell hath no fury like Travis on cleaning day. The boys no not to be in his way if he has his cleaning apron and swiffer. The only one allowed to interrupt his most sacred day is Gizmo and any animals they adopt. Larry has to moderate his metal music or sleep on the porch, he tried to test Travis and found the porch uncomfortable during a rainstorm. No ghost hunting after 11pm. If you even think Travis will allow you in the house after hunting ghosts he will promptly pack your bags and ship them off to your parents. Sal has his own room dedicated entirely to clothes and accessories. His prosthetics he tries to hide at first but after a harsh scolding from Travis (while he literally hand cleans every single prosthetic so Sal doesn't get an infection) Sal starts putting them away where he feels comfortable and clean. They don't expect Travis to be semi nude half the time. Especially before they marry and start a family, no pants. Never wearing pants. Larry hams up the free skin. Sal is too embarrassed of his sinful thoughts.

Proposals: Travis would be terrified of marriage after what happened to his mother. If they were to propose they ould make sure he is fully comfortable and settled in their new life. They would make sure he is loved and never feels any of the fear his father had instilled in him. Larry mentions marriage in passing to gauge his reaction. Ig Travis tenses, he kills the conversation and instead distracts Travis. If Travis reacts positively he would sneak a ring on his finger and just smirk until Travis realizes and smiles. Sal =, however, is sneaky. Keeping close tabs on Travis. If Travis starts showing signs of interest, he would 100% plan the biggest proposal for Travis and make sure he feels cherished during every moment.

[aparecium-harrypotter]

george weasley x reader // catching feelings

summary: y/n and george weasley are strictly friends with a few added benefits. but they absolutely do not like each other, right?

Y/N sat in her room with her bestfriends Angelina Johnson, Katie Bell and Alicia Spinnet. Grabbing her shot glass and pouring firewhiskey into hers and the girls glasses, Y/N decided they should play a game of truth or dare.

‘okay y/n, truth or dare’ Angelina slurred.

‘truth, i am not kissing filch on the cheek again or any other stupid dares like last time’ she laughed.

Angelina looked around the room at the other two girls smirking at them, she turned to y/n.

‘do you like george’ she giggled.

Y/N stayed still for a second, mind drifting to the redhead who had been taking up most of her time recently. George weasley was her bestfriend, although they didn’t act like it. They’d agreed on no feelings, both of them were too busy to actually have a relationship with someone but a girls got needs and well boys are boys. So when George had joked about them helping each other out, Y/N had the thought stuck in her head for days before she actually decided to make a deal with George. Of course it was akward at first, they had been friends for as long as they could remember but eventually they worked it all out. George knew exactly what she liked and she knew exactly what he liked.

Returning her attention to the room, Y/N smiled.

‘no of course not Ange, he’s my bestfriend. i mean maybe first year when we first met but that was a long time ago. now he’s just annoying, the way he’s always trying to make me laugh’ she laughed ‘imagine me liking George Weasley, there’s no way i could ever’

Angelina, Katie and Alicia stared at their friend and throwing questioning glances at each other, even in their drunk state they could see what y/n couldnt.

‘i don’t understand y/n he’s a nice guy and you’re always talking about how good he is in bed’ Katie smirked ‘there must be something that you feel for him’

Y/N looked at her friends, confused as to why they wouldn’t drop it. Obviously i don’t like George, right? ,she thought to herself, i guess i’m attracted to him but that’s a given cause of our situation. Y/N chewed on her lip, thinking back to yesterday with George.

George tucked a piece of hair behind y/n’s ear, smiling to himself.

‘i think we’re good together you know’ he whispered

‘you think?’ Y/N smiled

‘i do’ he paused as he started to move his hand from y/n’s face to her chest. he moved his fingers to draw shapes near her collarbone. ‘I mean, sex with you is probably the best i’ve had. it’s like we just fit together’

Y/N felt her smile drop, just for a split second. she shook it off and just hummed in response. she’d almost thought he was about to confess that he had feelings for her. how silly of me ,she thought to herself.

‘oh no’

‘what?’ the girls all said in unison.

‘i like George Weasley’ Y/N grimaced.

Squeals came from every corner of the room. The girls all simmered down, a wave of tiredness washing over the room. Y/N started to get ready for bed, throwing her Y/H/C hair in a bun and brushing her teeth. Still tipsy from the night of drinking, she stumbled to her bed sleep coming easy to her.

y/n woke up with the worst hangover she’d ever possibly had. groaning she looked over to her alarm to see she’d woken just in time to get dressed and catch the last half an hour of breakfast. pulling herself out of bed, she thought back to last night and the revelation involving her favourite ginger. slamming her hand into her face forgetting she had a headache. she decided this ‘thing’ with George had to stop or she was only going to get hurt.

but what would i even say? sorry George i realised i have feelings for you so we can’t do this anymore, of course not cause then she’s lost her bestfriend. maybe she could just ignore him until these feelings went away. yeah she could do that it shouldn’t be too hard, she thought while creeping around the room, careful not to wake her sleeping friends.

Making her way to the great hall, Y/N decided that she was going to ice out George completely. She felt abit mean though, he hadn’t even done anything bad to her. Frowning to herself she walked around the corner and finally reached the great hall. As if on instinct her eyes searched for the weasley boy instantly. After spotting him, she found the furthest seat away from him.

George looked up with a confused look on his face at Y/N. she turned away and pretended to be interested in the bowl of cereal in front of her. George threw a piece of paper at her. And then another. And then even more until McGonagall glared and told him to stop wasting his paper. Y/N allowed herself to look up a little at George. He looked sad, she thought to herself. Brushing it off she decided he was probably just looking forward to a morning shag like usual.

Finishing her food, Y/N stood up from the table. Her head was kept down as she made her way out of the great hall, just trying to get out as quick as she could before George could catch up to her. Not that he would be running after her or anything, she thought.

Things carried on like this for a week, George trying to get Y/N’s attention in any way possible. She’d went as far as moving seats in every lesson she had with him and even avoiding the common room whenever he was there. George got creative of course, sending Fred over to her so he could ask what was wrong until she refused to talk to Fred too. She thought she’d got away from it all when George had stopped trying one day, however this thought was proved wrong when a bunch of first years came up to her and started singing her favourite song. She knew George had sent them but it was such a sweet thing to do. no, she thought, you’ve came this far Y/N do not give in now. Smiling at the first years, she forced herself to walk away.

Y/N felt a hand grab her and pull her round a corner into one of the corridors. Screaming she went to hit whoever it was that took her but then stopped herself when she realised it was George.

‘let go of me George’ Y/N said through gritted teeth

‘no, not until you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me’ he demanded

‘i’m not avoiding you i’ve just been busy’

‘nonsense Y/N’

Y/N stared at George, for what felt like forever. sighing she finally shifted her gaze and began to mumble something to him.

‘love i don’t even think a dog could have heard what you just said’

‘i said we need to stop this agreement had’ she shouted

George looked at her confused. ‘why? have you been seeing someone else? i don’t understand love. Merlin do you have a boyfriend?’

‘George stop no, i don’t have a boyfriend’

‘then what’s the problem?’ he asked, looking down at Y/N. She couldn’t help but stare into his eyes as he stared. A mix of sadness and confusion washing over his face.

Y/N took a deep breath. ‘i like you George’ she looked down at her shoes, not daring to even glance at his reaction.

‘y-you like me?’ he stuttered

‘yes George’ she sighed ‘i realised i did the night before i started avoiding you, that’s why i didn’t speak to you i thought the feelings would go away and we could go back to normal’ she could feel herself tearing up ‘i didn’t want to lose you’ she whispered.

‘Y/N’ he took his hand and placed it on her cheek, lifting her chin up so she would face him ‘you should have told me you divvy, i like you too. i have this whole time. why do you think i even mentioned us helping each other out? i just wanted an excuse to get closer to you’ he smiled at her looking into her eyes.

Y/N looked up at him, struggling to find words. she opened her mouth to speak when George leaned in to kiss her. this kiss was different to any other that they’d had. It was filled with a certain hunger, asif they were making up for lost time. He cupped her cheek with his hand as her hands flew to round his neck. Tingles shot through every nerve in Y/N’s body as George nibbled on her bottom lip.

Pulling apart, they smiled at eachother.

‘does this mean i’m your girlfriend now Weasley?’ she hummed

‘wouldn’t have it any other way darling’ George replied.

[luvskywalker]

a long time: bucky barnes x reader

word count- 1.5k

warnings- described grief/depression, emotional hurt/sort of comfort, post endgame

a/n- HI EVERYONE!! so after this i am probably going to try and resume prideful piloting, i love the series so much and i want to see it go somewhere, i’ve just been really coming up empty when trying to write it. now, i have some more ideas for the series so hopefully ill have a new part out soon. also, i am so so soft for bucky and i just want to see him happy so i wrote this while i was crying last night LMAO

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healing hearts always took time, anyone knew that. you never thought you would hurt this bad, you never thought that one day you wouldn’t be an avenger anymore. things change, though, especially after losing three of your closest friends. in just a year you had gone from having everything to losing it all, and in 2023, after saving the universe, you decided you couldn’t do it anymore- not now. with a little help from pepper you found a work at stark industries, and with that, bought yourself a small apartment. you had grown sick of the painful memories the compound brought, sick of the anguish brought on by seeing your suit tony made, or the dress natasha let you borrow, or steve’s old jacket you stole from him. you tried to erase it, to leave and go back to the city, to try to retire from hero work, but it was like you could never have peace. no matter what you did, it was still so hard, especially living alone, because sometimes it was like all you could do was grieve for what you’d lost. on those days, you’d barely move around your apartment and if you had to work, pepper noticed. your mind wasn’t as sharp and your shoulders were droopy so she would just send you home with a pat on your shoulder and a look of understanding. she knew. then, you’d spend the night with thoughts eating you alive, why did steve leave us, why couldn’t it have been me instead of nat, why didn’t tony let someone else snap, why can’t i be as strong as everyone else? how come they’re not hurting still?

it just hurt, so damn much, but you had to tell yourself it was okay. it was okay to hurt, okay to grieve. you got to be human now, not having to save the world, and you could focus on saving yourself.

and now, well, it was long past 2 am and you were still wide awake.

the city outside your window never slept, and it seemed that you didn’t either because each night, when you let yourself rest, all you saw was nat letting go of your hand and falling into the rocky floor of vormir.

so when someone knocked on your door, you weren’t startled awake, you just shuffled over to open it. this time, bucky was at your door.

“cant sleep?” you asked him, worry in your eyes.

he had taken to showing up at your apartment, and though you truly didn’t know why, you appreciated the company. loved it, even.

“didn’t bother to try.”

bucky was not a man of many words.

“wanna talk about it?” you asked, testing the waters, because sometimes he would but sometimes it would get too much for him and he would break down.

he just shook his head and sat down on your couch.

when he did that, you tried to change the subject.

“you know,” you started,

“i heard that you really liked to dance back in the day.” you said with a small grin.

he looked up at you, a glisten in his eyes you couldn’t quite decipher- nostalgia? excitement? sadness?

“i was the best dancer in brooklyn, doll.”

he gave you a look that put the ache in your heart on pause briefly.

“teach me.” you spoke softly, and held your hand out to him.

“i don’t know how much has changed,” he said while taking your hand and rising from the couch, “but we used to dance to music.”

he wore a sarcastic smirk as his eyes looked into your own.

“really? i had no idea.” you replied with a roll of your eyes, before pulling your hand out of his.

“give me a second then.”

you turned and walked to the corner of the room, where an old fashioned record player lie.

you put the first record you saw in and dropped the needle, the sound of a trumpet resounding softly from the speaker.

he held his hand out to you this time, and your stomach gave a little flip at the contact.

kitty kallen’s voice emerged as you danced hand in hand with bucky in your kitchen, and when you looked at him you swore there were tears in his eyes.

“this song..” he began, voice thick with emotion.

“it reminds me so much of him, caught him listening to it a lot.”

he spun you around, and you listened to bucky as the music swelled in the backround.

you risked another glance to his face, and noticed a tear trickle down his face as his jaw clenched.

“i miss him a lot,” he choked out, “he was all i had.”

you looked into his blue eyes full of hurt and you wished you could take both his and your pain and throw it out the window.

“you’ve got me now, buck.” you whispered, a sad smile present on your face.

“yeah, i guess i do.”

you lay a hand on his cheek, and brushed away a tear.

the song continued, haven’t felt like this my dear, since can’t remember when.

you kept your hand on his cheek, now barely swaying to the song.

“you know, i bought this record for him,” you explained, “i read it was one they used at the end of the war, to welcome someone home,” your voice started to waver, and your eyes welled up with tears. but, they weren’t the tears of pain. it was odd, because usually you wanted to keep the memories locked away- keep the grief hidden- but now the memories didn’t cause misery, and you looked back at this one with a bit of joy.

bucky nodded for you to continue, looking so deeply at you, making your heart pick up a little in speed.

“it seemed like he was always fighting some war, and when i played this song for him, he had peace just for a moment.”

a teardrop leaked from your eye, but a smile graced your face.

“neither of us knew how to dance, we stepped on each other’s feet so much”

bucky laughed then, unshed tears making his eyes glisten in the moonlight shining through your window.

“sounds just like steve.”

you laughed too, and continued.

“he was my best friend, yours too. why did he go?”

bucky just shook his head. you both really knew why he went back for her, but it didn’t mean it made sense. your tears stopped falling and so did his, in time with kitty kallen singing out the final line of the song.

“you said they played this when the soldiers came home?” bucky asked you, brows slightly furrowed.

“yeah, why?” you gave a tilt of your head in question.

“it’s nothing.”

you shook your head with a smile, knowing it wasn’t nothing like he had said.

your hand had since moved from his cheek to lay back on his shoulder, and he shifted a little, moving his from your hips to around your neck. the cold vibranium sent a chill through your bones, but you didn’t mind it.

“never got that welcome home like everyone else did.” he said, a solemn smile gracing his face.

“consider this your welcome home then.” you responded, and the band crescendoed, meaning the song would end soon.

you both resumed dancing, bucky giving you one more twirl, and just as the song started to end, you pulled him in toward you more.

“gotta give you a proper welcoming, sargeant.” you breathed out, and bucky caught on, leaning in toward you.

the song began to fade out, just as your lips met his, but a symphony roared in your mind.

his lips were soft against yours, and it seemed to be a perfect fit.

you felt bucky smile into the kiss, and when the song finished, he reluctantly pulled away.

your forehead rested against his, and you couldn’t stop smiling for the first time in five years.

and bucky, he felt like he might actually be happy for the first time since 1945, if he got to dance with you around your apartment and kiss you like he just did.

he pulled away more, so he could look at you, and look at you he did. he looked at you like you had hung the moon and the stars in the sky.

“i think we should dance again, doll.” he mused, eyes lingering on your own.

you agreed, and went to replay the record.

the trumpet echoed in the room, and you spun around the room, no tears, just soft smiles and breathy laughs as he guided you through simple steps.

it’s been a long, long time, the voice sang, and bucky dipped you as you laughed airily.

“can i kiss you again?” bucky asked, as the song continued, kiss me once, then kiss me twice, then kiss me once again.

you took the initiative once again, bringing his lips to meet your own for another time.

you both were wrapped up in eachother, relishing in the joy of being able to really live again, for the first time in.. a long, long time.

so yeah, everyone knew healing hearts took a long time, but they do always end up healing, especially when you have someone to help patch the wounds.

[in-my-feels-probably]

(from my shitty wattpad imagines when the first season was released. read at your own risk.)

jj maybank - fine line

(summary - after the "death" of sarah and john b., y/n and jj's relationship has diminished. they walk a fine line of being completely in love, and hopeless every time they see eachother, as they're reminders of their lost friends)

p.s., i recommend listening to fine line by harry styles while listening.

(y/n's pov)

put a price on emotion,

i'm looking for something to buy.

sarah and john b have been dead for two months now. i haven't dealt with it well. i tried my best around kie and pope to seem ok, they seem to have gotten over it as best they can, but i just can't do it. jj went a little crazy for a few weeks after they were gone. i didn't see him for a week, and then he came home, crying and drunk, so angry. ever since that night, i've put up a front. but, on the inside, i'm completely numb. i haven't even felt sad these past couple of days, and what i would do to just feel something other than absolutely nothing.

you've got my devotion,

but man, I can hate you sometimes.

we've fought more than we ever have in our whole relationship. i know he's trying, but every little thing seems to set us off. i'm so completely in love with him, but god, he can make me feel so much at a time, and i don't know if all of those feelings are good anymore.

(jj's pov)

i don't want to fight you,

and i don't want to sleep in the dirt.

it's been hard, i won't lie. y/n has completely shut me out, she won't even talk about sarah and john b. she just acts like she's ok. but she should know better, i'm the best at putting on a front, she knows i can see right through it.

we decided to spend a night in the chateau, it's where i've ended up most nights i didn't stay with her, and i can tell it's really affecting her.

i sat on the bed, and handed her a beer.

we'll get the drinks in,

so I'll get to thinking of her.

"do you think they made it? i think they got out i think they got away and are living it up somewhere sunny, and they're waiting to come home."

"jj, you don't know that. they're gone, don't try and make me feel better, don't pretend like our best friends aren't gone, and we aren't just being stupid sitting here where they used to be, don't act like it isn't tearing you apart just to be here alone with me." she snapped, and quickly turned her head.

but i saw the tear slowly make its way down her face.

we'll be a fine line.

we'll be a fine line.

i didn't say anything, i just quickly wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into me. it was silent, and then i let out a sob.

(y/n's pov)

test of my patience,

there's things that we'll never know.

i quickly wrapped my arms around his neck and held him. "shh shh, it's ok, you're ok, we're ok. i'm sorry. i can't say anything to make you feel better because i don't know if they're dead or alive, i don't know where they are or if they're ever coming back. but i know, that i love you, and you're still here, and that's all that matters."

i could feel his tears hit my shoulder, and i pulled him in tighter to me.

i'll try to shake this soon.

spreading you open,

is the only way of knowing you.

our past conversations over the last two months have been fights or small talk. all we did was drink or smoke or hook up, we never sat and talked, we never let each other know how we really felt.

we'll be a fine line,

we'll be alright.

"j, you're gonna be fine ok? we're gonna be fine. you annoy the hell out of me, you test my patience, and you remind me every day of them, but you're still you. and i am hopelessly and madly in love with you. i'm sorry it took this long to fix us, but we're ok."

"listen, we're not walking that line anymore ok?" he sniffled. "you and me, we're all in, everything together, and whatever happens, it's you and me against it. no more walking fine lines, yeah? we've got nothing to lose." he said.

i let out a soft laugh, and another tear slipped out. he used to say that last line to john b. he brushed it away and leaned in.

i just nodded and rested my forehead against his, my arms loose around his neck, his resting at my waist.

"we'll be alright." i promised.

and we would be. eventually.

[hello-im-not-a-possum]

7. Colossal

While Joey is a fan of the phrase ‘Dream big.’ He doesn’t always like taking it literal. Thomas also isn’t a fan of the wolf toon’s size. Unfortunately for both of them, it seems that the Brute is very happy with his colossal figure, and doesn’t take kindly to Thomas’s attempt to jog his memory of his smaller size. (Set in the AU where Joey gets perfect toons from his freshly killed employees and STILL isn’t happy, the ungrateful bitch.)

Both Joey and the mechanic were ecstatic when they watched the machine properly work its magic for the first time, its hums and whirrs were like music to the pair’s ears, and that was fitting, given the machine’s most recent meal. It was almost as if the musician was going out with one last song to share with the audience.

Their smiles faltered when they saw the machine struggle and bulge, when it pushed and heavied, when it whined and whimpered, whatever it was producing was too big to fit through the nozzle!

Pounding and thudding within the machine grew louder and louder, the sweet melody of success had changed tempo and tune into a terrifying song of destruction and damnation. If this didn’t work, then everything they did to reach this point had been for nothing, all the sweat, blood, and tears? All the expenses taken? All the sleepless nights? All for not.

Oh yeah, and a man lost his life for nothing. (It wasn’t like Tom or Joey really cared about that guy and he was sick anyway, so it wouldn’t be THAT bad of a loss.)

The two men looked at eachother, wondering if they should turn off the Ink Machine and lose their toon, or keep it on and possibly lose their lives along with losing the machine that would do them in.

And then, a large hand came out of the nozzle and gripped its rim, followed by a second, equally large hand that gripped the opposite side of the rim. The hands stretched the nozzle apart as if it was made of rubber and the toon; an absolutely colossal beast of a wolf, squeezed himself out of the opening that was far too small for him.

The mechanic was relieved and absolutely over the moon as the wolf harmlessly popped himself out without even causing so much as a scratch to the machine! A truly impressive feat given his size! (Although, the mechanic swore he saw a glob of ink in the rim of the machine’s nozzle push in and out of there as if the machine itself was panting with exhaustion, and the way the machine itself still puffed inwards and outwards… it looked like it was breathing.)

The animator on the other hand, while relieved that the machine wasn’t destroyed, looked disappointed upon seeing the giant wolf come out when he expected a smaller one.

“He’s extremely off model.” Joey stated, taking out his cane and began whacking the beast with it for emphasis.

“Look at him! He’s far too big,” He whacked the wolf on the chest as he could not reach the beast’s head, even with the cane.  “His arms are too meaty,” A whack to the gloves. “He’s missing an eye,'' With a slip of the cane, Joey had managed to hit the beast’s chin this time. “His face is all wrong,” Another whack to the chest as Joey could not recreate the lucky strike. “His legs are too short-”

Before he could whack the wolf once more, the colossal beast gripped the animator and lifted him up like a child would a doll. The wolf growled loudly in Joey’s face, glaring at the now frightened animator in his grasp.

“Brute not like you very much, tiny cane-hitting meatbag.” The giant of a beast growled as the color drained from the animator’s face. “Brute let you keep cane, but make sure you too busy using it for self so you not hit Brute again.”

With that, the wolf grabbed Joey’s leg with his other hand and began to squeeze and pull at it. The animator screamed in agony as a series of sickening crunches echoed throughout the room. Thomas desperately searched for something, anything that he could use to either defend himself or free Joey with, but that seemed to be unnecessary as the Brute dropped Joey to the floor on his own accord.

The dazed animator whimpered in pain and scrambled to get away from the wolf, but the Brute took the discarded cane and pressed Joey’s pant leg down with it, dragging him back and keeping the terrified animator in place.

“You, little wrench boy,” the wolf pointed to Thomas with his free hand, the growl had faded out of his speaking tone and the man had noticed that the wolf was speaking with a foreign accent that sounded mostly Russian, but also had a dash of something he couldn’t pinpoint. “You Meatbag’s friend, right? Take Meatbag to hospital before he bleed out on floor. Brute will go figure out what is going on here.”

With that, the wolf let Joey go free and broke open the formerly tightly locked door with ease.

“H-hey! You need to stay put in this room!” Thomas shouted to the wolf’s back. “I’ll be happy to tell you all you need to know, but you can’t just wander around the studio-”

The Brute picked Thomas up by his collar and snorted in his face, the beast’s hot breath smelled not like ink like Thomas was expecting, but metallic and sickly sweet instead, almost smelling like human blood. The growl returned in the wolf’s voice.

“Did Brute stutter? Does Brute need to repeat self? Brute said: Take meatbag to hospital before he bleed out on floor. Or does Wrench Boy wish to join Meatbag in bleeding on floor? Brute would be happy to accommodate if that is case.”

Thomas gulped and shook his head, The Brute nodded and dropped him on the floor in response.

“Smart choice Wrench Boy.” The wolf nonchalantly dusted itself off. “Brute pray you make more smart choice for your sake.”

Thomas said nothing as he slung Joey over his arm and carried him to the infirmary.

------

The memory of that day resurfaced almost every time Thomas was left alone with the Brute. While the monster seemed to be in higher spirits when accompanied by the Cameraman, Miss Twisted, or both of them, that wolf would almost give him a knowing look when no one else was looking at them.

He shuddered knowing that the wolf had done to another human being with complete ease when calm and collected. And almost every day he prayed that the Brute did not inherit the worst aspects of his former self’s temper.

Tom even doubted that what he was doing right now was a smart idea, he shouldn’t be bringing any of the toons any mementos of their past lives at all, but bringing Sammy’s old scores and files down to the Brute, who had violent tendencies since day one, a rivalry with the mechanic in its past life, and the size and strength to pummel a speeding train into submission if it wanted to… No, he couldn’t back out now.

Gritting his teeth and preparing for the worst, the mechanic opened the door to the Brute’s room

“Hey Brutus, wake up! I got you something.”

The large wolf grumbled and turned over, most likely trying to get back to sleep.

“Brutus.” Tom repeated in a scolding tone. “Wake up!”

“Is middle of night, Wrench boy!” The grumpy wolf scolded back as he threw his pillow at the mechanic. “And Brute’s name is Brute! Not ‘Brutus’. If Brute wanted to be called something different, he would let Wrench boy and others know.”

“Listen: There’s something important that I need to tell you about how you came into the studio.”

“Brute already knows; Meatbag hire Wrench boy to build machine, Wrench boy do poor job at building machine, but machine work anyway and now Brute and rest of Brute’s companions are here.”

“But do you know HOW the machine brought you here?”

“Brute don’t want to know. If little Wrench boy wants to tell story, go tell someone who wants to know. Brute go back to sleep now.”

“Sammy, your name used to be Sammy Lawrence!”

The Brute sat back up, his tone and demeanor was as cold as ice. And the wolf blinked, his eye going from a pure black pie cut to something clearly animated, but slightly more human like; a pitch black pupil surrounded by a yellow glowing iris.

“...What did you say to Brute?”

“Your name is Sammy Lawrence, you used to be a musician!” The mechanic shoved the files in the wolf’s face. “You were-”

He was interrupted by the wolf grabbing him by the torso and hoisting him up in one hand and painfully twisting the arm that held the files.

“Brute not ask Wrench boy what he said for Wrench boy to repeat his blasphemy, Brute ask Wrench boy what he said so Wrench boy take time to think before he speak again.” The Brute growled lowly. “But Wrench Boy not think, so Brute remind him the hard way.”

Thomas held back a scream as he felt the Brute crush the bones in his forearm into dust, then proceed to tear the arm off with the ease of a human being ripping the legs off of an insect.

“Now leave to infirmary and never speak of this again, or try to continue to talk and lose other arm, and legs if stubborn.”

Thomas bit his tongue and nodded before running out of the wolf’s room as fast as he could, hearing the remark of the wolf coming after him.

“Smart choice, Wrench boy! Shame you didn’t make more when had the chance!”

[k0dzukwen]

ʚ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 ɞ

- ”I would’ve never thought I would have to say goodbye to my paradise so soon...”

pairing: tendou x gn!reader

genre: angst, tragedy

word count: 1.7k

song inspo: mr. loverman by ricky montgomery mixed with as the world caves in by matt maltese

warnings: major character death, mentions of eating disorder, mild cussing, hospitals, 

pre a/n: if you wanna blame someone for this idea blame rex orange county, jjk newest ep, and my bestfriend ANKNKA ok but fr...i was thinking of who to do for this for about like..30 mins, it was between tendou, kita, and atsumu. i’ll try to do atsumu tonight because i have a AMAZING prompt for him ok? anyways enjoy this :))

“I can show you everything”

You wanted to be shown everything once, you were so eager to go everywhere and memorize every detail. And there was one person who you wanted to travel everywhere with

Satori Tendou

You were captivated by him, thoughts of him fogged your mind daily and you could barely focus. You knew he was the one for you that day you first started as a manager and he offered you candy, along with asking if you read manga. His smile when you said yes and accepted his snack made you melt on the inside, you practically started floating when he sat next to you and started talking about character complexes and powers. You listened to him for hours that day, you secretly wished he had invited you over so he could talk to you more. You went to sleep that night reminiscing over every word, every sentence, every laugh you both shared. 

Were you really that head over heels after one day?

As the days went by you and Tendou grew closer, becoming best friends within weeks. Yet the sparkle in your eyes when he smiled and laughed never faded, the warm feeling from being with him remained with you only growing stronger. You always fell too easily which left you vulnerable to getting hurt, yet with him you wanted to open yourself up completely hoping he would do the same. Months turned into years and before you knew it, You guys were graduating. Everything went by so fast you would believe you blinked and suddenly became a third year, now you were laying in the grass behind the dorms stargazing with your bestfriend who you had unironically fallen in love with. Have you told him how you felt? Nope

“Do you know what paradise is?”, Tendou stared up at the sky the slight light from the lights nearby illuminating his face and causing his eyes to sparkle

“Something or someone you find comfort in, Something you’re so addicted to just doing it or being around it brings you unimaginable joy. You can’t and won’t imagine ever leaving it or stopping it voluntarily” You sighed and looked over at him, gazing into his red eyes, “Why do you ask?”

He laughed and closed his eyes, breathing deeply “This is my paradise...I don’t think I’m ready to leave..” He opened his eyes and smiled, “But you know, This is a part of growing up right?”

“Ugh..” You huff and sit up, “What the hell is growing up anyways?”

Tendou sat up and shifted closer, leaning in so his nose could almost touch yours, “You aren’t old enough to understand”

Your face flushed a deep pink, he was so close to your face if you accidentally moved closer your lips would meet. You smiled at him and burst out laughing, laughing so hard you had to lay back down and hold your stomach. He laughed too, laying next to you and continuing to point out constellations like nothing had happened. What did he even mean “You aren’t old enough to understand”, he was only one year older than you so what did he mean?

Did you really want to know?

You never really understood the term “growing up”, deep down you wanted to stay a a kid forever. You knew that growing up brought unwanted pain and stress and even trauma, if you weren’t stressed with college enough you also had to deal with paying for bills on your studio apartment and making money from the cafe you worked at. And to make it all worse your best friend, the guy you were lovesick for was moving across the country to pursue his dreams

In Paris

You always asked why Paris, didn’t he want to go pro in volleyball? Wasn’t that his paradise? You knew you wanted the best for him but deep down you didn’t want the love of your life to move across the country, you knew you would both lose communication with eachother, you knew he would forget about you and you didn’t want to bear that pain. Yet he didn’t want to listen, he left to paris and exactly what you predicted happened. You started off calling him every day along with texting him, sending him pictures of what you did in everyday life. You didn’t have many friends so you often found yourself waiting for his reply, you knew his job was time consuming but impatience still got the best of you. Hours without a reply turned into days, the realization that you had lost your love ate at your soul. You found yourself skipping meals, and slacking off in school. You knew it was unhealthy and that you needed to stay strong but you couldn’t, his laugh and smile lingered in your dreams. You missed him dearly, but still couldn’t get the confidence to dial his number. One day you couldn’t take it and booked a flight out to Paris, you thought at the moment it would be the best option.

You never even left the hotel

You paced around the room, the TV playing in the background. You knew the chocolate shop he worked at and had a way of transportation but couldn’t bring yourself to go, what if he didn’t remember you? What if he had someone else? You tried to talk yourself up, motivating yourself to press the button

“God damn Y/N just-” You were cut off by a breaking news report, Your gaze switched from your hands to the TV. You squinted at the screen as it showed a report of a young male involved in a car collision, you didn’t even know what the instinct was but you ran out your hotel room down to the lobby, you busted through the entrance and started to run to the hospital the news report specified, tears welled up in your eyes as you ran praying that it was just a mistake. You prayed that the male in critical condition wasn’t who you thought it was, you stumbled and bumped into people as you ran saying a quick “I’m sorry” and keeping your pace. You arrived at the hospital and bust through the doors, running up to the desk

“Please miss, Who was the man involved in the car collision? The one in critical condition?” Tears pricked at your eyes as you stared at the woman in front of you expectantly

“Oh, at first we labeled him a John Doe but after further inspection we have confirmed the mans name is...Satori Tendou, We really shouldn’t give out this info but you seem like a family member or-”

The nurse continued on but you couldn’t hear, everything went silent as if you had just became deaf, Your knees felt weak and threatened to give out. It couldn’t be him, You shook your head and covered your ears despite the fact you couldn’t hear anything, everything started to swirl together like a fever dream. Thats right, it was just a dream, This wasn’t happening. You were gonna wake up from this crazy situation and go see your bestfriend, You were gonna finally see your best friend and he was going to be alive and healthy. Everything was going to be just fine, This was just a sick nightmare thats it

“Excuse me, this is his room. I’m sorry but he has about 20 mins left to live, he can hear but can’t move or respond to anything...I’m sorry”

The doctor patted your back and left the room, gently closing the door to avoid startling you. You hadn’t spoken a word since the news was given to you and of course, you didn’t take it well. You broke down completely, the nurses had to escort you to a room and try to calm you down

But even now you felt nothing but numbness

You stared at Tendous body blankly, gazing at all the tubes coming out of him, the beeping of the heart monitor and pumping of the life support machine kept the room from being completely silent. You felt tears well up into your eyes again and this time you didn’t fight them, you slowly walked towards his bed and gently touched his face. You could feel his face flinch and heard a wimper escape from his body, you let out a quiet sob and placed your hand over your mouth. You remembered how the doctor said he could hear you and feel everything

Feel Everything

He could probably feel the tubes and they were probably painful, He probably didn’t think that life was worth so much pain. 

“Tendou...” Your voice cracked and you sniffed, “I’m so sorry...I should have been there..for you” You sighed and sat down in a chair, leaning on the bed “Did I ever tell you about my paradise? Well unlike you...My paradise was a person, They were super funny and their smile could brighten anyones day” You smiled at the last part, unknowingly laying your head on the bed, “They had am amazing laugh too...It was so contagious I learned to memorize it, whenever I was around them...I felt like I was complete. I felt like I had a life worth living when they were around, I loved them..letting them go was the hardest thing, but at least they were safe and happy...” You started to choke up, tears streaming down your face, “You’re my paradise Tendou...I’m in love with you and I want to stay here forever if It means I’ll be with you”. You looked up at the monitor noticing how it was slowing down, You didn’t know much about medicine and medical things but you knew that wasn’t a good sign. You gently grabbed his cold hand and squeezed it, you blinked through tears and opened your mouth. You didn’t know what to say until the monitor started to rapidly beep, fear shot through your body causing your tears to flow faster and your body to shake. You broke your gaze from the monitor and looked at Tendou, his skin was pale and you could barely see his face through all the tubes

“I would have never thought...I would have to say goodbye to my paradise so soon. I love you Satori, I’m sorry I was too late” 

↳𝐞𝐧𝐝 

post a/n: currently sitting here crying, i’m not even attached to Tendou like that and i’m HURT why do i do these things to myself i’m sorry to whovever reads this </3

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you are the reason | c.bg

Choi Beomgyu

❦ genre: angst, beomgyu x reader, heartbreak,

❦ description: after a recent breakup beomgyu attempts to rekindle your broken relationship

❦ word count: 1k

❦ warning‼️: mentions of heartbreak and toxic relationships

❦ note: i’m currently writing another au, but wanted to keep my brain going and thought of this. i was inspired by the song you are the reason by calum scott. this is also unedited and was written at 3 am so keep that in mind. this turned out longer than i expected it to be

—

people tend to become a different person whenever they get in a relationship. this isn’t always a bad thing. you can grow as a person... or you can lose yourself in the process. love is beautiful, but risky.

one simple sentence is enough to tear your whole world apart. it’s almost as if you could hear your own heart shatter all at once. you don’t have time to prepare yourself, even when you start to see the inevitable. the constant fighting... the constant crying, could never make you stop loving them. you never want to hurt them, but it seemed to happen nearly every week.

it had been a day after one of your big fights- arguing about why you couldn’t see him everyday. it seemed like beomgyu lost his trust in you, becoming more and more possessive. he didn’t like you hanging around his friends or anyone for that matter. this only got worse when he started to target your friends, blaming them for the relationship problems they had no part in.

even so you ignored all of the signs. you just wanted to make him happy. when he would sit with you at lunch, you wouldn’t talk to your friends because he would get upset. things only seemed to get worse and you felt like you were trapped in a cage... just waiting- hoping for someone to let you out.

until one day... you were set free, but not in the way you would’ve liked.

“maybe we should take a break.” you could never forget the aggravation in his voice when he said that. was it out of impulse? maybe... but he didn’t take it back. this one sentence was enough to silence everything in the dimly lit house. the silence seemed painfully loud to you... it told you everything you didn’t want to admit. your relationship... was over.

“what do you mean by a break?” your voice seemed raspy, barely able to escape your throat as the lump started to form. if he could just reassure you that the two of you would be okay... you might just believe him.

“i mean... let’s not see eachother until i decide what to do.” he couldn’t even look you in the eye as your heart tore. you didn’t want to keep beating yourself up about this anymore. your heart felt weak... tired of the endless worrying and pain.

“no... beomgyu. i need you to choose between us and breaking up. i’m done with not talking to you for days on end. i can’t keep worrying that you’re going to decide you don’t want to be with me anymore, so choose right now.” if it were for him... you would forget all of this just to be held in his arms one more time, but you were also tired. if he wanted to give up... then you would too.

“i don’t know y/n! i can’t keep arguing like this with you!” his deep booming voice shocked you, causing you to flinch as he looked up at you with tears in his eyes.

“what are you saying?” you asked, just wanting an answer. you had to clench your fist, knuckles turning white, in order to contain your overwhelming sadness.

“i guess what i’m saying is... we just don’t work. let’s just break up.” and just like that he said his answer. you don’t know what you wanted to hear. were you glad to finally be free or were you upset that you didn’t give it one last try. either way... it was done and over now.

“okay then. we’re through.” you needed to get out of this house that seemed to be closing in on you. you felt like you were suffocating, your insides begging for air as you choked by tears. brushing past beomgyu, you rushed to your car. this would be the last time you would come here, but you didn’t look back. the weather seemed to cry with you, gently colliding with the windows of your car.

once you got home the storm only got worse, the harsh rain crashing on your roof as you sobbed. the fierce lightning seeming to mix with your silent screams. it hurt so bad and you didn’t know what to do. it was hard to catch your breath, having to take sharp inhaled breaths in between your sobs. it was hard to think of anything but him. no matter what you tried, your mind had just repeated what had happened over and over and over again. could you have done anything different? why did it have to end? how is this fair? why me? somebody please save me, you pleaded in your mind. the pain was too much to bear.

—

you awoke to a silent knock on your wooden door frame. sleep seemed to be your only escape from this heart-wrenching pain and you only wished that it could’ve lasted a bit longer.

“y/n...” beomgyu’s soft shaky voice only spiked dread in you. you thought you were beginning to hear things until the door started to open.

“no! no... just... don’t.” you weren’t ready to see him, in fact you didn’t want to see him. he paused before you heard a small sigh come from him.

“okay... just... promise me you’ll listen to me.” you didn’t respond to the guilty voice coming from outside your room. how could you when your own voice would betray you?

“y/n i love you... and i know that i haven’t made anything easy on you. i’ve let my own insecurities get in the way of us. i just... i want you to know i would do anything for you. if I could turn back the clock i would and i would make sure you were happy. i would make sure we were happy. i don’t want us to cry anymore.” he paused, “just... please... please let me fix what i broke. i want...no i need you to see that you are the reason that i can better myself.”

you contemplated his words. you didn’t want to make a mistake. if it didn’t work out again then you would just be heart broken all over again. did you want to start moving on?

beomgyu took this silence as reason to open the door, your head shooting up as you met with his swollen red eyes, hood over his head as his eyes looked down at you, pleading for another chance. this was enough for you to make up your mind, rushing towards him as you placed your hands on his cheeks, bringing him towards you. his arms wrapped around your torso, tight almost as if he would lose you again. his soft, dry lips collided with yours and you remembered what home had felt like.

“i love you.” you don’t know if this was the right choice for the future, but in this moment you were glad to have the man of your dreams right here with you.

[not-from-the-absence-of-violence]

You’re falling now. You’re swimming. (This is not harmless. You are not breathing.)

In a different universe where Dref survives Tiberius' attack in Burza Nyth. Everyone is having a hard time processing, hopefully this time they have eachother. 

Travis was having a bad day. That wasn’t too weird, considering they had just gotten out of Burza Nyth, Dref had been in a critical condition for weeks and they had only just managed to stop the Mariner. They all were having odd days: processing, repressing or whatever.

Still. Gable had known Travis for a long time, too long, and his bad days generally consisted of getting angrier and more venomous than normal.

Gable usually didn’t even notice, just got hurt and bit back, generally they left him too it, not willing to deal with him. Until they thought back on it; a day or even months later, realising this was Travis’ only coping mechanism. They added all the times they had hurt him in retaliation to the enormous pile of guilt they already carried, and kept going.

Travis being hurtful on purpose was at the very least familiar by now, almost comforting. But today Travis was silent, distant, only doing motions on auto pilot. Which was acutely distressing, even to the crew who didn’t know him like they did.

Gable might have been able to deal with just Travis, but Jonnit had the look of someone who hadn’t slept in a while, and a quiet nervous energy. Dref was still recovering from Tiberius’ attack and pushing himself to get back to work.

Gable might have been able to deal with all of it if they didn’t dream of Hildred’s fear after she had found out what they had done, if they didn’t feel like they had inexplicably failed everyone around them. If it didn’t feel like everything was falling apart and they were going to lose everyone. Again.

They were all sitting in Dref’s office. Dref was writing something, but Gable got the impression he was only writing for the pretence of having something to do.

Jonnit was sitting on his desk next to him, talking about small traditions he had as a child. Clearly he was trying really hard to cheer everyone up. Gable’s heart ached, he shouldn’t be responsible for holding them all together, and yet they knew his familiar chatter about what cake his mom would make him for his birthday was probably the only thing keeping them going.

Travis was sitting on a cabinet and not interrupting Jonnit at all. In fact, he seemed to be staring at a fixed point on the wall. Of course, he might just be bored of the conversation, but if this was the case then he usually just left.

They were all hanging on a small thread, teetering on the edge of something.

“Your mom sounds like she is the best, Jonnit,” Gable commented, hoping to join in lightening the mood.

They felt the awful pang of guilt as Jonnit started tearing up.

“Yeah,” he said, “She was.”

There was a deafening silence. Dref looked at Jonnit like he wanted to help, but didn’t know how.

Gable felt anger flare up in them, anger at the way the world always seemed so unjust to the people they loved. They were so acutely aware of how young Jonnit was, how he deserved everything to be nice and safe. And how they couldn’t give any of that to him.

They gathered their boy up in their arms, hoisting him onto the chair they were sitting in. Jonnit clung back, he was clearly crying now. Not quite sobbing, just like the tears were falling despite himself.

“I’m sorry,” he said, attempting to wipe his tears, but they just wouldn’t stop. “I’ve just been thinking about her lately, her and my dad and Zana, but at least I’ll see them again and she is just‒”

He choked on his own sob and Gable held him tighter, desperate.

“You d‒ on’t need to ap‒ apologize,” Dref said, hovering over them, unsure. “It is only l‒ logical you would f‒ feel this way.”

Travis was holding the side of the cabinet so tightly his knuckles had turned white. Still turned away from them.

“Travis?” Gable tried, tentatively.

Travis turned around, his eyes red and puffy, visibly shaking. “I am fine,” he snapped.

Dref flinched at the tone in his voice. Jonnit pressed his face into their chest.

It was too much, just too much. It felt like falling, or even worse, like drowning.

-

Travis fucking hated dissociation.

If there was something he was familiar with, it was feeling like a stranger in his own body. Distantly, he remembers years ago, when dissociation had been a welcome relief to not feel like he existed when his father had still been around.

The newer fear he had acquired around not being in control, combined with the fact that it always brought him back to his brilliant childhood, meant that now it just sent him into a panic, which in turn made the unreality worse.

The worst goddamned cycle he was trapped in.

He was aware he was crying, in the sense that logically, he knew he was crying, but he couldn’t feel the tears roll down his face. He saw them fall into his lap like he was looking through the eyes of another man.

In that same way he could see Gable looking at him worriedly, Dref was now pressed into their side, not quite hugging but holding their hand, clearly upset. Of course he’d gotten hurt, he should know by now that that’s the only thing Travis knows how to do. Get people hurt.

Travis couldn’t talk, or perhaps he could? Did he not want to? He only knew that trying more than simple sentences would make him cry more and he really didn’t want that. He wanted to leave so badly and he just couldn’t.

Gable was holding onto Dref and Jonnit, and they looked so lost, barely holding it together. Travis had to leave them. He would. But Jonnit had hit a nerve ‒ why did people always hit his nerves ‒ and all he could think of was his mother, weak and feeble in bed, and the sound of his father’s angry shouting.

Don’t leave me. William had said to her and then there was a river, and he was shouting louder and he couldn’t save her either.

He wanted his outbursts to be dramatic. It would make sense, screaming and ugly panic, but instead he stared into a corner and cried. He was trying so hard not to, but despite that he couldn’t stop it.

He felt like he was looking onto himself, like a spectator of his own life. How pathetic the picture was, with his friends he didn't deserve sitting across from him, not knowing what to do and him weeping, helpless, like it had always been.

It was brilliant really fucking brilliant

‒

Jonnit was known for being optimistic, but even he didn’t really know what to do with the current situation.

They had all been worried about Dref for weeks now. He’d finally woken up just a little after they took off from Burza Nyth, but the lack of sleep and constant stress had worn on all of them.

Partially because of that, probably, the anniversary of his mother’s death had hit him harder than it had in years. Usually he would have Zana and his dad, and they would cook her favorite food and share memories, like a bittersweet celebration. In hindsight, talking about it to someone, anyone, might have helped, but he’d known everyone was already feeling pretty bad. No need to saddle them with his feelings too.

It felt weird to even be upset about it, with everything that had happened, with the Mariner lurking and Dref being hunted by whatever the cutting stone was. But as much as he loved all his friends, he missed her, and he missed his family and his home.

Everyone had been quietly feeling awful, and it just so happened that they all had reached their breaking point now.

Gable was holding onto him like he might disappear, or run away. Dref still looked pale and sickly, now with added helplessness. Travis looked worse than Jonnit had even seen him, and he had seen Travis almost bleed to death. He was painfully aware of how small he was, how even with all his power, this is something he couldn’t solve. His friends had gone through so much pain he didn’t understand, and he so desperately wanted to help them.

But really, he was still just a child, and he too had been swallowed in the sea of problems, just like everyone else had. So he just clung to Gable, and then Dref took one of his hands, and they held each other, like a liferaft in a flood.

-

Dref was trying really hard to do breathing exercises. He was painfully aware of everyone's present distress, which is precisely why he had to calm himself down first. It was difficult, with two shaking hands in his hands and Travis’ awful sobbing in the background, with Tiberius' voice lingering, with the sharp pain still in his body.

Always thinking you can help everyone, Alisdair.

Another deep breath, hold it, exhale. Exercises like this helped, but it always felt like giving up when he needed them again.

Pathetic.

No. He was stronger than the ingrained memories and thoughts. His friends needed him.

He closed his eyes, felt the pressure of everything, adjusted his grip on the hands he was holding and took yet another deep breath. It was like fighting against a strong current, but a few more breaths and he felt more in control.

He let go of Gable and Jonnit, giving them a shaky but reassuring smile. They were both still wrecked, but it was okay, he needed to maintain his calm.

He went over to Travis.

“T‒  ravis,” he said, very carefully putting a hand on Travis’ hand, “C ‒ an you h ‒ h ear me?”

Travis’ eyes focused on him, he nodded.

“C ‒ can I help?”

He shrugged and shook his head. I don’t know.

Gently, Dref coaxed him to stop hurting himself by holding on so tightly, at least, and helped him off the cabinet. Then, he started to push his desk to one side. Jonnit and Gable quickly caught on and stood up silently to help him move it. He had a couple of blankets lying around in the office. They had been for if he fell asleep working late, and now they were to keep him warm as he recuperated.

Together they haphazardly laid them out, and in a few moments they had something that vaguely resembled a nest. Gable and Jonnit flopped onto it, Jonnit still safe in their lap, and Dref sat close next to Gable. He didn’t like tight embraces, so instead he held their hand.

Travis placed himself at the other side of them. Gable cautiously put one of their arms around him. He looked as limp as a rag doll, but he leaned into the touch a little, and didn’t seem quite so acutely distressed. Jonnit started humming softly, Dref rocked a little, and slowly they all calmed down together.

Gable was the first to break the precious silence.

“Thank you,” they said to Dref.

“Yeah,” Jonnit said. He looked tired but otherwise alright. “We really needed someone to pull us out of this one.”

“A‒ anytime,” Dref said, and he smiled, knowing they could get through anything, together.

Gable turned to Travis. “How are you holding up?”

Travis was still tucked into their side, looking mostly like an annoyed cat.

“I will say I have seen better days,” he said, “But overall this still doesn’t make the top ten worst days, so.” He shrugged.

The rest of them shared a look, but they all knew this was probably as close as Travis would ever get to admitting he was feeling something.

“We probably should talk about....well you know, stuff,” Jonnit said, gesturing vaguely. “That's what people always say, right?”

Gable actively winced, Travis groaned and Dref also felt a familiar twinge of apprehension.

Maybe they could all use some professional help. Dref filed that away as an idea for later.

-

They all went around and talked. Most of them were still clearly skirting around some topics, but that was okay. They were trying at least.

Travis barely said anything, but he still felt better hearing for everyone's voices, feeling the familiar weight of Gable around him. He looked around at them all. He could feel how much he cared about these people in his chest, and he decided not to pay attention to how afraid that made him. At least, not today. And he would never admit it, especially not to Gable.

-

Jonnit felt lighter after talking, even if he couldn’t fully verbalize his feelings about everything. He could only vaguely explain the feeling of duty, his desire to fix everything.

“T‒ that should n‒ not be your r‒ responsibility, Jonnit.”

Gable added quickly, “We are here to help you. We’re in this together.”

And at that he cried again, but this time it felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders.

-

Gable knew there was nothing that could fix the guilt they had carried around for so many years in one single afternoon. They couldn’t even bear to talk about Hildred or what she had found out, not yet.

But it was alright, even then, because this time it felt like there was a way out of this downward spiral. Out of the darkness. There were at least these three people to help them, and this time, Gable was going to let them.

They laid down their head, and for the first time in ages they didn’t feel like they were running. They were home. They let themselves believe, hope, that maybe everything was going to be okay. Maybe they all deserved this peace, with each other.

Even if the universe didn’t let them have it, they were ready to fight tooth and nail for it, and in the determined faces of the others, Gable could see that they were too.

-

Dref had never really known what it was like to be part of a loving family. The lingering marks of his parents, Tiberius, and Olivia were still in his mind and his body both, and it often threatened to overwhelm him. But here was Gable's steady hand to anchor him, and Jonnit’s excited chatter to ground him, and even Travis’ annoying presence to distract him.

He looked at all of them, as they dissolved into a debate about something inconsequential, still tangled up onto each other, and he smiled to himself.

They were his family now, the one Alisdair Youngblood had always dreamed about on particularly lonely nights. He caught Travis’ similar wistful look, before he immediately looked away. But still, Dref could see the smile on his lips.

This family was small, broken and complicated.

But it was his, and that was all that mattered.

[lovelypersona]

wawawawa one more kiss with goro?

A/N: Half of my requests are Akira and yknow that’s valid but I love Goro ....... I also love maruki if anyone’s interested in sending me requests for him, hoo hoo!

Don’t let the title fool you, this is angst. P5/P5R spoilers!!! Major P5R spoilers, for real.

Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go! (Cause I’m Not Planning on Going Solo)

One of the worst days of your life so far was learning about Goro’s disappearance. And this was because you knew that, most likely, he didn’t disappear at all— it’s more likely that he was actually dead. And that thought... crushed you.

Your relationship with the highschool detective wasn’t much, but you held it dear in your heart. Goro wasn’t going to let anyone in, not even you- but he gave you an inch more than he gave others. He let you see him without all the makeup and dress up, and every so often, his true personality would break through and you’d get to see the real Goro Akechi.

The Goro Akechi that was essentially trapped behind the bars of his own fate, and he knew it, too.

So when you learned about his disappearance, you felt... a deep, unrestrained dread. It flooded through you and took over your mind- the grief of losing him was genuine and harmful. Yes, you loved him- you loved him as much as you could with what he gave you. But that was the end of it. Because he’s gone now, and now you can never get him back and truly learn everything there was to know about him.

That’s what should of happened, at least.

Instead, a new year begins on January 1st, and you awaken with a lighter feeling on your chest than you remember. You feel good, honestly- and the first thing you think of as you get dressed and ready for the day is how you have a coffee date with Goro.

Your beating, loving heart leads you to Le Blanc, and the world turns sideways once again.

The world... is cruel. It has been turned sideways so many times that it’s hard to tell which side was truly upright anymore. Goro is the same as before- but he isn’t, at the same time. He is unashamedly himself- which is not at all like he was before. Before, it took you months of carefully picking apart the tears in his walls to get even a glimpse of who Goro really is. And now? It’s like all that effort was either wasted or finally recognized as he becomes someone else entirely.

Nonetheless, he follows you home after everything you learn. It’s strange, but you welcome it.

The two of you seem to live together after that. And it’s very strange- because here you were, in an alternate reality with your dreams coming true just to see your friend again and simply go on a date with him. But that dream was thrown in the dirt and replaced with a new dream. A dream where you actually live with Goro, talk with him and help his injuries when he comes back from fighting against the twisted world you now live in.

You like this better than the dream that was cooked up for you. Because this is real- and that makes it so much more satisfying.

———

At night, you sleep in your room and Goro sleeps on the futon in the living room. It’s been an arrangement that’s went well the past month, but it breaks on the second of February when Goro enters your room as you’re preparing for bed.

“Is something wrong?” You ask him, because his behavior was unusual and his stance was stiff as he stands in your doorway.

“I need to tell you something,” is all he says.

You sit up in your bed, resting against the bed frame as you look toward him and his tired eyes, his stressed features that never seem to leave his face. You silently pat the bed as an invitation for him to sit beside you - and surprisingly enough, he takes the offer. He sits on the very edge of the mattress, and you notice he’s still wearing his scarf and coat from when he went to talk with Akira and Maruki.

Scooting forward just an inch, you place your hands gently on his shoulders. He jumps at first and then looks at you strangely as you tug and remove his scarf. “You probably shouldn’t sleep in your winter clothes,” you smile at him and fold the scarf, setting it on your nightstand. “But what is it that you need to tell me? Did Maruki say something?”

Goro hums, working on removing his coat and setting it gently on the floor as he thinks. “Not really. Not anything I don’t already know. We should be ready to end this now.” But there’s a far off look in his eyes that tells you that maybe - maybe - he’s not as ready as he would like to be. “Besides that, you need to know something before everything goes back to normal.”

“I’m listening.”

Goro frowns, scoffs, and then begrudgingly leans against the bed frame as you are. “I won’t be around after this is over. Chances are that I’m not even really alive- that I died awhile ago. And that will be the reality we’re going back to once we change Maruki’s heart.”

He says it so simply. Without much emotion in his voice- as if he were just stating an ordinary fact that wasn’t that interesting. You stare at him silently- and quite suddenly you remember that anguish from before.

The grief from when he died the first time. You’re not sure you can live through that again, especially after having these new memories made with Goro now.

...But you know that hesitation and sympathy isn’t what he wants.

“...I see.” You say, playing with your fingers in your lap. The detective sighs.

“You, too?” You look back up at him, seeing the agitation across his features. “You’re the same as Akira. Does my life really change anything about this?”

“You’re making a lot of assumptions even though I haven’t really said anything yet, Goro,” you frown at him with a worried twitch in your brow. “I’m going to guess that Akira’s reaction is why you’re upset in the first place.”

He’s the one who is silent this time, averting his eyes from your gaze. You lick your lip nervously as you look at him, your hands twitching- and then you slowly reach forward and grab one of his hands that sits limply at his side.

Goro’s eyes snap to you then, but he doesn’t move his hand away.

“Listen, Goro... I’m not a part of this. I’m not a Persona user- I’m just the normal standby that got mixed up in the mess. Nothing I say will change what you need to do.” You move your thumb gently across his palm as you speak. “I lived through your death once already. I know nothing I will say will change your mind, and I’m not going to try. But is it really so awful that once you’re gone, I’ll miss you?” You look back up to his eyes. “Because I will, no matter what. ...I’m going to miss you a lot, Goro.”

Goro’s mouth opens, but no words come out. The two of you just look at eachother in the silence before he closes his mouth, eyebrows twitching as his hand gently squeezes yours. “I suppose I can’t control that.”

You smile at him. “You really can’t.”

“Then, if it’s alright with you,” the detective mumbles, “I think... I’d like to sleep here. With you. For tonight.” It comes out in an awkward mess, but at least he got it out. You smile wider as you nod, and you tell him, yes, of course you can sleep here.

Even now, he still has a barrier around him as he dresses for bed and slips under the covers with you. It’s obvious that he doesn’t know how to let that barrier fully go, even in a reality where he’s allowed to be himself and be free. But you help him, just as you always have, as you turn off the lights and scoot closer to him in the darkness. Your hand finds his again and holds it tightly.

“Wake me up before you leave,” you whisper to him. He promises you that he will.

And when the early hour finally rises and Goro awakens, you’re wrapped snuggly around his body in a way he’s never experienced before. It’s warm, and even though his body might not be real, he can still feel his heart beat and his skin tingle from morning chills. And just as he promised, he wakes you up once he’s dressed and prepared himself to go.

As you lay in your bed, disoriented from sleep with your eyes droopy and your hair a mess, you look at him so adoringly as you reach up and cup his cheek. Goro can see how you’re looking at every inch of his face- you’re sleepy, yes, but you’re also aware this is the last you’ll see of him.

“Goro,” you mumble. “Kiss me.”

He does. He leans forward and bends down so he can hold your face and run fingers through your hair as he kisses you as gently as he’s able. You smile as he kisses you, and that alone makes his stomach do a flip as you pull away and look at him with those loving eyes again. Then they slowly, slowly close, and Goro lets himself watch in the silence of the morning as your body dozes off again and your hands on his shoulder and face drop down. He tucks your arms under the covers, and with one last look at you, he stands back up and leaves your apartment.