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icarusredwings · 2 months ago

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"I guess I'm not used to the

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Chapter 4

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Me and My Husband

Wade took 'I fucked the reaper' too seriously. And now he's dead.

Cw: Death, Descriptions of pain, Voices, Character death, Depictions of Heaven, Hell and the Universe, child death.

An apology post

Some asshole always told him… The end of one thing leads to the start of the beginning. Who was that you might ask? Some strange doctor guy who absolutely was kookoo bananas. That's who.

Though.. He was right.

Wade gasps loudly, shifting to sit up. It's bright. Too bright. Lifting a hand to cover the sunlight through the clouds, he rolled his eyes. “Oh no fucking way.. I'm not going to heaven! None of my friends will be there- HA! Oscar Wilde. Man.. what a riot that guy was-”

“Wade.”

A voice says, a figure blocking the sun, the light wrapping around her to make her look ethereal.

“Oh, damn. An angel.” He mutters, realizing that he could talk again, hand coming to his throat as he rubbed it gently. A sigh of relief washes over him as he had his skin back. His true self. Scarred permanently.

She waits patiently for a couple of minutes, letting him steal a few breaths, allowing him to feel all over himself, checking to see if his toes were broken again, rubbing his legs and his arms, and patting his cheeks. This was normal for those who finally got to pass. Especially if in such pain when they left. Her soon to be husband was no exception.

“Not quite, sweetheart.” She whispers, smiling down at him. The true, original angel of death.

Wade squints, then gasps, reaching up to the cloaked woman. “My lady!! Hey babe! What's shakin’? Hopefully your boney ass.”

She chuckles, shaking her head softly. “As much as I do enjoy your playful attempts to initiate, now is not the time for that, my love.”

He frowns “Aw.. why not?” He looks at her like a child pouting, not wanting to leave the park despite the park being closed after a long day.

“Do you know what you just did?” She questions, shifting to sit close to him in the yellow grain.

“Died?” This was obviously A no brainer. He only got to see her after that. That was kkiiinndd of their whole thing.

“Yes but.. Look.” She gestures around them.

The skies were dark, the fields went for miles, the sun only lighting the clouds enough to shine down on them both as he could see a thunderstorm rolling in from the distance, hot flashes of lightning appearing over them once in a while. The storm looked as if it were coming closer, but the wind was changing directions, softly blowing the wheat in all different ways. The storm was metaphorical Wade guessed, how death was always in view, waiting for you. The whole place was absolutely gloomsville. Like a tornado coming and wiping through all you could see, leaving nothing but ruins and godlike light to flow over all who survived.

“It's beautiful.. but you've never brought me here before.”

His Lady says nothing, grinning gently as she lets him figure it out for himself. He's waited far too long for this, there was no point in stealing his thunder. Besides, watching him go through the phases of thinking was always adorable. He was so expressive, each look causing you to guess what he was thinking.

Finally, he gasped again. A eureka moment.

“Wait wait wait… so… I'm dead? Like.. actually dead?? I did it!? I died!?” In almost all of her time doing this, she has never once found anyone so excited to see her, let alone ecstatic for her to bring him home then Wade Winston Wilson. In all of the universe, he had to be one of her favorites. There were others sure, just as Wade had his others, but he would jump into her arms the moment she arrived.

Not cry and shoo her away. Beg her for more time or call her the devil. She was tired of being screamed at. Tired of people calling her cruel. She wasn't cruel. If she was cruel, would she have taken Wade before he could drown in his own internal blood? Before his body failed him? If she was cruel like they said, why would she comfort each and every person she must take? Why would she bother speaking to them so softly and kindly answer the questions that they had for her?

“Yes, darling!” She matched his excitement, as she often did when deserved. He grabs her hands, holding them lovingly as he smiles widely. “Fucking Finally!! You look different though..”

“This is my domain so this is my body.” She says to him, allowing Wade to take her hand, kissing it as he always did. Each knuckle got their own kiss, as he said ‘They got lonely.’ Which was physically impossible because knuckles were not sentient. What a goofball.

Once each knuckle was kissed, he glanced up at her with a sneaky smile. “So If im picking up what you're lying down- in which I most certainly will… Your ass is in fact.. not.. boney anymore?”

“Would you like to find out?” She asks, giving him those teasing eyes.

“Well yeah that's why I asked…Oh..OH- You mean? Fuck yes! I love that and we'll get to that later, I definitely won't forget but.. do you like your new body?” He asks, by now having subconsciously began to pluck the wheat, beginning to braid it together. He always did like making her flower crowns, even if they died the moment they touched her.

Now, It wasn’t often someone took Death aback, But I suppose she chose him as her eternal partner for a reason. “Do I.. like my body?”

“Yeah” He says casually, tying off part of the wheat crown. “I've never liked mine much but.. I think I do now. And you don't have to change yourself for me. I meant what I said.” There was a pause as he strung the end through the tie he made. “I'd fuck you bones and all..” It was a quiet whisper. Intimate. A mutter under his breath as if it were common sense. None different than saying peaches were pink, the mirroring color of her cheeks.

Blinking, she thought for a second. No one has ever asked Death if she enjoyed her own appearance. Let alone someone who has been so desperate to hold her since- well since they first met.

“..Do you not like it?” She asks, confused. Now, Death knew she was extremely beautiful. Either way. But she thought Wade would be all over her by now. Why was he so… Calm..?

“That's not what I asked, M’lady. I asked If you like yourself. Not if I do. But yes, I think you're smokin’ either way, babe.” Wade's head was quiet. Focused. Attention fully on her.

Death is quiet too. Thinking.

He hums to fill the silence. A soft melody.

Death wonders, she knew Wade was quite the romantic, gentlemanly even, but he seemed different. He seemed… Cared for.

In a way she didn't remember providing.

“Yes..”

“Yes that you like your body?”

She nods. “I do..”

He smiles at her, widely with those big white eyes of his. They reflected the sun perfectly, reminding her of pearls from the ocean. Reaching up, He puts the crown on her, watching as it wilts before putting his fingers together like a camera. “Perfect…stunning. Give me a pose!”

Have you ever seen Death blush? Wade has. Very often in fact. She looks down, embarrassed before shifting, leaning back on her arms, tugging up her robe a bit.

“Gorgeous. The camera loves ya, Darlin’!” He teases playfully, snapping a few imaginary photos before she sighs, staring at him with this sense of serenity. How could anyone hurt someone so sweet..? How could they? She was fully aware of Wade's work. She respected it highly for obvious reasons, but even out of work, he made her feel… Mushy.

Warm.

Like she was alive. It was disgusting..retched, foul..

And she wanted more of it.

“How long have we known each other, Wade?” She asks, watching as he starts on his own crown, pulling his legs up to focus, his tongue poking out the same way he used to in special ops when they put him on sniper.

“I wanna say almost 20 years. But I have a feeling you're going to tell me longer.”

She nods, shifting to lean against him. “Much longer. Closer to 30 now if we're going by earth time.”

“Oh yeah? But I thought..” he tries to recall how old he was when they first met, how old he was now, and wondered how old she was. A small giggle came from him. Man she must be a cougar by now, huh? There's no way she was anywhere near an appropriate age for him. Oh well... Logan wasn't either.

“I have known you since you threw that grenade at me.” She whispers.

“Oh yeaahh! I remember that. I could never forget those eyes…I thought it would be a good idea.”

“Wade.. You thought it would be a good idea to throw a grenade at me, tackle me out of the way, and then present the pull tab to me as a ring?”

He shrugs. “Still sounds romantic to me.”

She chuckles, putting her hand in front of his face as he finally notices the ring.

He pauses in disbelief. “.. is..”

“It's the same one.”

“Does that mean I've been married for 30 years!?” He says, Groaning, then pouting.

“Oh mann!! My marriage isn't even legal!?”

“Mmh…engaged..actually.” She wanted to tell him No. That his marriage on earth was not valid, jealous that Logan got to marry him first. She's already taken Vanessa for that same reason but thought this was too cruel. But… She thought he's been through enough today. “It's different.” Death admits. “The universe doesn't have laws to capitalize on Love.”

“Fuck yeah! I love the universe!”

She lets out a giggle, before sighing, enjoying her time with him. By now he would have gone back. It felt amazing to actually have him. To hold him. For him to be hers once and for all.

Though.. something seemed off. He was thinking about something. She knew he was. He was too quiet. “...Most.. people.. have questions by now.” She says, slowly.

Wade nods. “I know..” It's barely a whisper.

She frowns, sitting back up. “What's wrong?”

He shakes his head, dismissively. “Nothing I just.. I guess I'm not used to the silence..”

“It is very peaceful here.” She says, watching as he finishes his wheat crown, putting it on with a wide smile. “What do you think?”

“I think..” She runs her hand down his arm, to his leg. “You look like a prince.”

“Oh, My dear you seem to have forgotten. If you're my Queen, then that makes me King.”

“Mmmmh no.”

“Alright then. Prince it is.” He agrees, instantly submitting to the idea of not being a king. It was far too much work anyway. He preferred to sit around and look pretty, let his Queen do all the work.

Over the course of 2 weeks.. at least… Wade thought so, not actually sure how long it's been but it felt close to that- They got married. Moved into her home, learned a lot about down here, and overall was happy. This entire time he hasn't felt an ounce of unwanted pain, feeling her nails scratching his back but other than that? No. His skin didn't itch, his bones didn't ache, he could even eat whatever he wanted without throwing it back up. Lady said that by rights he shouldn't be able to eat here but she made an exception.

He felt... normal.

It was gross.

Between tackling her in the field, the bed, the couch, and anywhere else she gave him a small tease, he was currently on his stomach, drawing a picture of them getting married, except he was the one being carried in a white dress.

It's been like this for a bit. She would go out for work and he would lounge around the house. There wasn't much to clean or cook so he just did little things like go outside, gather up more flowers and bring them back in to put in the vase, watching them die the moment he set them down. “Hm… Well that sucks. Oh well.” He'd say. He'd go through the closet of clothes, trying them on and seeing which he preferred, meeting her each evening to ask how her day has been, tell her what he did, and ask if there was anything else he could do for her.

Usually, the answer was no, but today she was holding something in her arms.

“Whatcha got there, gorgeous?” Wade hums, getting up as he brings the drawing to the fridge, pinning it with a magnet shaped like a taco.

“A baby.”

“Aww- wait- is he mine!? I thought that took longer!? And why is he so big? You know what, nevermind I don't care. Gimme gimme gimme!” He gasps at first, eyes lighting up with excitement as he puts his arms out.

“He's not yours Wade.”

“Aw shucks. We'll have to fix that later. As for now- Give!”

“He has to go,Wade.”

“I know!”

“So you can not get attached to him. Understand? His life is over.”

She of all people has overlooked him for decades now? Watching his heart swell 6 times its size the first time he even saw Vanessa let alone all those other small things.. between Theresa and those guys in the army. His heart was so large but never truly full. He could love forever and she thinks it's part of the reason he adored her so. One needed great patience and a true love for mother nature to understand the ongoing death and rebirth of life. To wait for her until his final end. And now he finally had it.

“Oh.. I can still hold him though right?”

She smiles, almost melting. “Even death is so kind to allow a child one last embrace of warmth.. you know that.”

She hands him the baby and Wade instantly begins coeing, nuzzling the boy's head and bouncing him. “Awww what a sweet.. er”

“Andrew.”

“Awww cute little andrew. How’d ya die buddy?”

“Car crash…”

“Oh… poor thing.” He gives the baby a couple of kisses and a good squeeze.

“Where's your mama? Hm? Or just you?” He asks the child, who gabbed nonsense.

“Oh yeah?? Bitch left ya? Don't worry. We'll look after you. Won't we babe?”

“Wade… no. He must go now.”

This was what she worried about. Worried that he would become upset once Andrew had to leave, but She knew how much Wade loved babies… if only she could have her own… she wondered if she would be a good mother before shaking her head. No. Death can never bare children. Not in a way in which she would ever get to meet them anyway-

“Oh.. right… well- where's he going? Surely babies don't go to hell?”

She gives him a sympathetic look. “Oh sweetheart… there is no hell.”

“Ooohh okay. I was wondering how I got into heaven.” He wiggles his eyebrows at her. She laughs quietly. “No honey. There's no “true” heaven either. He's going back to the universe.”

There was actually both Heaven AND Hell but the majority of writers got it wrong. The majority of mortals assumed that heaven was all clouds and lights, robes and wings but in truth Heaven was much more of an Office. A well lit, perfect temperature, never behind or over worked office. With mandatory 5 weeks vacation and paid maternity leave. That is… if angels could HAVE children. Such a silly thing to think about.

Hell on the other hand was in fact on fire. But not because of pitchforks and hellflame, more like because the fax machine was overheating and finally caught ablaze. Yes there was torture and agony for eternity but this was because hell did NOT have mandatory vacation and would fire you if you even LOOKED with child. How could you not be miserable if you are handed 50 new cases every single minute of every day until the end of all time itself?

“Wha-what do you mean? You're just going to throw him into space?? All alone?”

“He won't be alone darling. He has the entire plane of all things known to look after him.”

“Oh…”

She noticed that he was struggling to understand. Oh poor humans. Their brains could never comprehend such things.

“Think of it like this.. how many stars are there in the sky?”

“We think about two trillion but I have a feeling you're going to tell me somethin’ different, yeah?”

“Well… Think of all those stars as souls who have passed on.”

“Hm..What do they turn into?” He scratches his head.

“Energy.”

“So.. they're stars?”

“No. Just shapeless energy ready to form something new.”

“If you think about it.. Stars ARE shapeless energy.”

“Good point.”

“So…How long does that take? To be reincarnated or whatever?” His wrist flicks around a bit, gesturing to the child who was just sent off.

“Your idea of reincarnation is much different than the truth. But to answer your question..It can take forever if the universe deems it.” She smiles upwards. “Do you have any more questions?” She loved answering his questions. Wade was much more curious and intelligent that he let on in the mortal realm and it made her newfound skin tingle.

“...How are we in space right now if the underworld is.. you know.. Under?”

“Ah, that's a good one. Try not to think about places in time as a construct my dear. Time itself isn't even a straight flowing line.. people just think it is because it's easier that way. Little Andrew here is already an adult somewhere.” She smiles, shoulder to shoulder with him as she watches the ‘Star’ move far away, going where the universe needs it.

“He is?”

“Sometime.. yes.”

“...does he remember us?” Wade asks, asking about Andrew yes, but he was actually referring to himself, curious if he would start to lose his earthly memories.

“No. I'm afraid not. If he's lucky he will have some remembrance of his life, but I doubt it because he was so young.”

Wade thinks for a moment. “Where do his memories go?”

“They're dispersed throughout the ‘stars’ just as he was.” It was actually much more complicated than that but eh- this was much simpler. He frowns, processing. (It was a lot easier now that there weren't other people screaming in his head- at least, not as loud.)

“... so.. one day I'll be nothing.. forever… and all of the memories, all the things i've seen… will be gone? Kaput?”

She ponders, thinking if it were possible to keep him here and still retain his memories. Any other human would have their mind wiped by now but she made the exception and now was trying to think of a way to explain this.

“Y-you mean one day Im gonna get sucked up into that and My head, my shoulders, knees and toes, AND my eyes and my body and me are going to disappear?!” He asks, upset.

This, Obviously was a no no for her.

Shaking her head, she took his hand. “No. You won't. You might forget things that are unimportant to you, but you will remember everything that makes you..well.. You. There's no need to worry. You'll still have your body. Over time it will become like mine, but, It's not that bad really. You can't feel a thing.” She explains.

Taking a breath, He sighs heavily before whispering. “...But I want to feel..”

“What? Why?”

“I need to feel, Hope.”

The woman pauses, tilting her head. It wasn't often Wade said her true name.

“Why would you want to feel pain?”

“I-” he starts, eyes darting back and forth as he looks over the expression on his face.

“...Pain is what keeps me alive..”

Her head tilts the other way.

“Not anymore. You don't have to be in pain ever again.”

He shook his head. “That's not what I mean, babe. Without pain, I can't feel. Without feelings… There's no point in living..”

Hope is silent. She can't remember the last time she was ligitamently alive but.. this feeling she felt in her chest when he spoke to her so sweetly was the closest thing She had to that.

“..But.. you aren't alive, Wade..” She whispers, Watching him come to the realization that this was serious. This is it.

Wade Winston Wilson is Dead...with a capital D.

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maximumkillshot · 1 year ago

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"I Can't Lose You" Part 5

Warnings: Aftermath of a miscarriage, some fluff, descriptions of grief due to losing a baby, Crying LeeKnow, There are flashes of death. Shock, Grief, There is anger... and yes that's a warning.

Pairing: Bangchan x Reader

Characters: Stray Kids, Reader

A/N: Ok if you read the above, you'll notice that anger is in the warnings... We are going to see a lot here. Hold on, okay? I LOVE YOU GUYS AND I AM SORRY IN ADVANCE.

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Also remember, this is a fan fic. All of the boys are so sweet IRL.

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Previously:

That half an hour never went by quicker. They stood on the phone as they waited, talking about nothing and everything at the same time. As soon as the clock hit 8:30 am all I could hear was wind…

"We are running to you right now!" Minho said.

I could hear the occasional shove and giggle. A few minutes later there was a stampede of sneakers on the floor and as they walked in Minho said "In 3..2..1.." then he pulled the curtain back and hung up.

Now:

Everyone gave Minho a little room. He wouldn't admit it, but he has a soft spot for you, he always did. From the minute you came into their lives, Minho always treated you like a sister.

He held and still holds the utmost respect for you. He trusted you so much. He would fall asleep on you during long drives, give you the keys to his place to play with the cats, he also would talk to you about any and everything.

You still looked pale, frail, and exhausted. Your face sunken in, every move causing a slight wince. You were a shell of who you normally are. He could sense it. That is what made him want to break. Where is his bubbly, eccentric, and lively sister? Where is the sparkle in your eyes? The immediate hearty laugh that he came to know and love.

Some of his best memories with you were full of smiles and laughs. Like when you tried to learn how to cook beef Wellington and you almost burned the kitchen down and all you did was laugh and say "it's the Wellington's fault! I did what I was told to do and it decided to burn." Your smile was ear to ear and your cheeks had the cutest blush to them.

Now when he saw you, you did smirk… but not smile. It didn't reach your eyes. He could feel the hole in your heart. Fresh and still bleeding. He wanted to find where that chunk of your heart went, put it back, and stitch you back together again, even though, deep down, he knew you wouldn't get that piece back.

Minho wanted to put you back together, like what you've done for him thousands of times. He wanted to hold you and protect you, to shelter you, he wanted to take it away. All of it. As the oldest he didn't want to let it show, but he felt responsible.

How did he not see the signs? They were all right in his face. Leaving practice last minute, chuckling and giggling at his phone but refusing to show it to him, even some as blatant as he's going to meet up with a "friend". Minho still replays it in his head. Seeing Soo walk down that hallway only took the knife already in every single one of the boys' hearts and twisted it more. She was mortified when she saw the boys staring at her. Her face looked like it was already white, the blush of embarrassment was clear. He remembered everyone's faces and reactions.

Felix looked disgusted to be in the same room as her. Seungmin was glaring at her, clear that all he wanted to do was scream at her, shame her. Han almost screamed at her as well as Hyunjin. Minho had to cover Han’s mouth while Innah covered Hyunjin’s. Minho knew that they had to listen to what was happening down the hall. They had to make sure that you were okay, that’s why it was imperative for everyone to be quiet. Minho knows it takes two people to cheat, and that fact alone made all of this even worse. How could anyone do this to their best friend? She let herself out with a small ‘I’m sorry’.

But by far the worst expression was Changbin’s. Bin’s eyes still haunt Minho. He was the first to see her walking down, as he was the most on edge in the room. Seeing Soo? That shocked his system, he slowly backed up until he hit the wall farthest from the hall, clearly not his conscious being doing it. Minho could see the fact that Bin was not completely registering he was seeing her. When it finally did hit, Minho saw Bin’s being shatter for you. Minho saw as his eyes snapped from Soo to the hallway. His feet were frozen, he was trying to move closer to the hall again, wanting to move. Minho knew why he couldn’t move, he was broken for you. How do you comfort someone that was betrayed by their spouse and their best friend? He was so shocked, he let his body slide down the wall, hands in his hair. He kept looking down the hall, hearing intently, just in case he was needed but still in a crouch.

He felt a rage building at the memory, he saw himself going back to the house and dragging him here. Watching as he sees his whole life crumble in front of him. Even that wouldn't be enough payment for what he's done.

Then he looked into your eyes, kindness and strength were all he could find. After all of this shit how are you still kind? How are you strong? He thought to himself. If he was in your shoes he would’ve dropped everyone and everything. Yet here you were. Welcoming Minho in. Your broken pieces in your hands, heart still bleeding, your life crumbling in one night, Why are you looking at me like that? He thought.

A look of comforting silence, the want to help, why do you always want to help? Your hands open, showing the pieces, offering them to him…Everything is gone and you still want to give? His chest was getting tight and he didn’t know it but he started shaking slightly.

Your voice mere minutes ago playing, ‘I can’t lose you MinMin. I can’t lose my boys, m’not strong enough,’He felt his being deflate, his soul cracking. Oh… we’re all you have. You are kind, loving,giving, strong, resilient, graceful, funny, and a million other things. Why? Why did he do that to her, why I don’t understand. She didn’t do anything. She only gave, time, affection, love to everyone she meets so why? Why did he do that to her? Why did they do that to her? It makes no sense. He was subconsciously bargaining. Wishing he fell asleep in the car, or he was in some elaborate nightmare… then why isn’t the nightmare ending, he feels his heart breaking, it should be over. He’s scared, not for himself but for you. The scream was real. Bin’s reaction was real… this isn’t a nightmare I WANT TO WAKE UP!.. He already was awake.

Minho was so in his head that he didn't realize that he was crying, he was brought back by Changbin…

"Would you like to touch her? You can, Hyung." He said gently. His touch was equally as gentle, nudging Minho to the bed. Changbin loves you, a lot. A close second is Minho. No one, not even Minho could pin the type of love it is. All he knows that if you so much as get cut he is physically restraining himself not to coddle you. Which has never happened in his life, even with his exes. That’s why Bin is taking such a soft approach to this.

Changbin’s aware that he had no choice but to accept what has happened. He was there when it happened. He saw all of it. Minho didn’t. The most he heard was your scream. Which, given, is enough to understand the severity. Believing and understanding are two things. Believing is the heart. Understanding is the mind. Understanding why a door opens is completely different from believing the door can open. He understood you screamed but his mind didn’t believe that what happened actually happened.

You patted the open space you made for him to lay as you said "C'mere MinMin… you wanted a hug, yeah? I promise I won't break."

You noticed that Minho looked scared. He looked like you had asked him to throw porcelain at a wall. So you said, "I know it's a shock, but I'm here… I'm going to be okay. Can I have a hug or a cuddle please?"

He walked to you and laid down. The minute you touched his skin he started crying harder. He’s a visual person. He can imagine a move before he makes it. That same gift is why he cried harder. He knew how close it was to him visiting a corpse at a funeral home. The milisecond you touched him, he imagined himself touching you for the last time, cold, in a coffin. That sent searing pain through his heart. He had no other choice but to sob. All you did was hold him and put his head right to your chest so he could hear your heartbeat. Letting him know in your own way, that you'll be okay. That you are alive. That there's nothing for him to feel bad or responsible for.

He has been through a lot, and because of his outward nature he isn’t seen as a super touchy feely person, but he can never explain to you how happy he was that you put his head where you did. He had confirmation that you’re alive. It was beating right by his ear. Your heart is strong, you are here. He looked to Bin; whose face looked so empathetic then, as if to say to him I understand. It’s okay.

He held your waist so gently, you could barely feel it. It ghosted over your frame like the sadness rolling off of Minho himself. As he laid there, crying he noticed how close he was to your belly too. That added on yet another level of sadness and pain. He knew you would've made a great mom. You're caring, compassionate, and to top it all off you carry yourself with such strength and grace. He would've loved to see it.

Han came up to Minho and rubbed his leg as he directed the rest of the members except for Bin to hang back. Bin closed the curtain a little more.

Bin told him, "She's going to get better. She's seeing another doctor today a little before lunch and then after lunch, they're doing more tests for her iron count. But she's already feeling better."

Han said, "I know she looks really sick, but she is going to be out of the woods soon."

You said "Just having you here makes me feel so much better," and you kissed the back of his head.

Minho said, "I'm sorry. I should've seen it."

You looked at him and said "It was something no one would have dreamed of him doing. I saw odd occurrences but I just said 'he'd never do that' and here we are. You are not responsible for another man's actions, okay?"

You wiped his tears as he looked up at you, "Are you okay?" He asked with the most broken look on his face.

"I am now," you smiled at him and he just stood there for a bit. Lying on your chest while you combed through his hair with your hand while he calmed down.

After a few minutes, the curtain was opened back up and you were swarmed by hugs, kisses, and everything in between. When everything settled down you asked a question that no one expected you to.

"How is Chris doing?" You even surprised yourself with that one but you couldn't help but wonder how he was.

Minho said, "he collapsed after Bin told us the news."

I.N. continued "Everything from ‘I want to take it back’, to ‘Please God let her get through this." It was clear that he was over even giving Chan another iota of his time and breath. He didn’t tell you or anyone else about his feelings often. That’s because I.N. can come off as unfeeling, very blunt in many ways. He knew that if he were to say what he actually wanted to, it's not only going to do no good to the situation, but it’d also cause more grief for everyone involved. He just wanted the storm to be over already, the more he looks at you, though, the more he can tell that the storm just began.

None of the boys would tell you, but I.N. was very close to killing Chan last night, you see he was the only one in the same room as Minho when he called Changbin. Chris was pacing so much right next to Minho that after he yelled at him to shut the fuck up, he ducked into Han’s room, to talk to him, I.N went with him. He just wanted to hear you were okay. That was all he wanted. He heard your screams, and Hannies stunned silence for what felt like years, only to hear “I’ve gotta go.” Right after that happened I.N stormed out, looking for Chan to kill him, if it wasn’t for Seungmin heading him off, I.N. would probably be in prison right now.

Seungmin said "Oh you forgot about my favorite, ‘I promise I'll make it right’. Like he ever could." His face turned hard at that moment. Understanding that no one can bring that baby back, take that trauma away. As if a baby could so easily be forgotten, to ‘make it right’.

You didn’t know but Seungmin felt nauseous at that sentence. Knowing Chan like he does, he’d probably try to not only convince you to get back together but to try again too fast. That thought is what made bile rise in his throat as he knows that Chan is the type to try to fix things quickly before anything sets in. Just recounting those thoughts made him debate running to the bathroom to puke.

He couldn’t understand how someone could see all of the blood on Changbin, narrowly avoiding death via Changbin’s hands, and seeing the proof that a baby once was thriving in his wife and now that is not the case. Literally because of the shock that he caused. If he knew what he did he wouldn’t have said, “I’ll make it right.” He can’t raise the dead, erase your memory, hell he can’t even keep his dick in his pants, apparently; so how pray tell would he do the impossible… He can’t.

Hyunjin said, "To be honest, none of us care what it does to him because he was the cause of it. He did this to you. To all three of you. We left before we beat him within an inch of his life. We have been waiting in the parking lot since."

There are so many emotions in the room, from disgust, all the way to enraged. One of the people who was enraged was Hyunjin.

Hyunjin was the type of person to be closed off. A lot of people see him as just a pretty face but he is so much more than that. He’s a fantastic vocalist, rapper, and dancer. However, he is also an amazing artist, painting and drawing being his favorite mediums. So when you came around, Hyunjin was very hands off. You didn’t give up though, seeing his studio and complimenting him endlessly on his talents.

It took a few months for him to really warm up to you, but once he did, you couldn’t get rid of him. Honestly you wouldn’t have it any other way. He was very warm and loved to make paintings for you, especially loved studying and drawing your face. He loved the angles and the emotions your face conveys, so some days he’d just walk into whatever room you’re in and he’d start snapping photos. Then he’d disappear into his studio, then the next week he’d bring you the oil painting of your face. Every single one was so pretty and you told him that you aren’t that pretty and every time he’d say, “You aren’t pretty… You’re gorgeous and don’t you ever forget it, My Queen.” His nickname for you was “Queen”. There’s no one as beautiful and regal as a queen, which is why it fits you perfectly.

The first time he called you that nickname you giggled and said, “Hyunjin, you’re the royalty… not me.” He just told you, “Sure Prince’s are royal and handsome. But there is no one as beautiful, noble, wise, and royal as a Queen on her throne. If that isn’t you I don’t know what is.” Him being his dramatic self, kneeled down and kissed you hand, making you blush and giggle.

When he looks at you now he is enraged that Chan did something so abhorrent to the person that he considers to be the most beautiful person inside and out, to the Queen. When he sees you now, your eyes lost their spark, lost their brightness. Your gorgeous skin, pale, dull, lacking iron. Your body, weaker than he’s ever seen it be. Your laugh, half hearted. Your smile, his favorite feature, can’t even reach your eyes… All of this and more made him want to tear Chan apart.

Saying and doing the things that he did and said about you stunned everyone. Especially since you love each and every member and would walk through fire for them. All of the members could see in their heads the analogy ‘stabbed in the back’, coming to life. Both of them took a knife and stabbed you, their sister, their Queen, their best friend. In their eyes, he stabbed all of them, ripping apart the family he spent years creating, gone.

Just hearing what Chan said after he left, Felix got thrown into the memory of barely 9 hours ago, at the 3 Racha house:

Felix asked Chris to join him on the couch right after Minho and I.N. left the room to talk to Bin. Chris was still waiting outside the room and Felix called him into the living room, once more. As soon as Chris sat down Felix grilled him, “Why Chris? She would do anything for you. Walk through Hell and back, face any and every threat for you… And this is what you do? Why did you even ask her out if you knew Bin-” he got cut off.

“Don’t finish that sentence Felix.” Chan looked at him through lidded eyes, rubbing his face.

Felix could still see the marks on him, the hickeys, the light scratches on his back. If he got close enough he could still smell her on him. It made Felix sick to his stomach. Felix got angry at that, “THEN FUCKING ANSWER ME CHRIS! WHAT WAS THE POINT? WHY DID YOU HURT HER LIKE THIS?!”

“She was never supposed to know.” Chris said in a detached manner, “It was just harmless fun! I needed a release Felix, something you wouldn’t know about.”

Felix’s face broke, throwing his hands up, “Oh really? That’s disgusting. YOU are disgusting. You needed a release? How about going to your gorgeous wife and making love to her? Or y’know, go to the gym, watch some anime… LITERALLY ANYTHING OTHER THAN CHEATING!”

Chris said, “I tried all of that, Felix. I don’t need to explain myself to you.”

Felix’s jaw dropped, “ You’re right, you don’t need to explain yourself to me. I don’t know how we didn’t see you before. This,” he motioned to Chris’ body, “Is the real you… and it’s vile. How dare you do that to her! How dare you make her feel inferior, degrade her in her own home, in her own bed.”

Then Felix said something that he will never regret in his life, “You never deserved her. Bin should’ve been with her from DAY ONE! You are pathetic.” He glared at Chan, who got up to size up to Felix. Felix got up and matched him, unphased as he said, “I hope she leaves you. As a matter of fact, I pray that she leaves you because she doesn’t deserve to wonder what her husband is doing behind her back. She deserves to be pampered. She deserves to be with someone who actually wants to spend time with her and love her. She deserves to be taken care of. Because all she has EVER done for us, is take care of us.”

He then got in Chris’ face as he said, “I hope to GOD that she leaves you for Changbin. That way she’ll know what real love is. And if anything happens to Y/N or my niece or nephew… God help you. God help you and your whore. You both ruined two lives today and I will NEVER let you forget it. I promise you that.”

Chris didnt say anything as Felix growled with all of the base in his voice, “Now…Sit… the fuck… down.”

It was only when Han changed the subject that Felix was ripped from the memory.

Han could sense where the conversation was going and he immediately changed the subject, he started to crack jokes and mess with the other members. After a bit you yawned and reached for Bin, “Binnie…”

He looked at you, saw you yawn again, and he laid down with you, “ok come here.” He said as he gently cradled you. He petted your hair back as you wiggled yourself closer, finally sighing when you deemed Binnie close enough to let the heat seep into your bones.

Han looked and said, “Oh I get it. I am right here, perfect for cuddling and you pick him I get it.” he started smirking at you but leaned over to kiss your forehead on Bin’s chest.

Despite the noise in the room, you were out in minutes. Hyunjin was the first to notice, who nudged Felix, who then set off a chain reaction until everyone was smirking at you and Bin cuddling.

He wasn’t focused on them though, he was running his fingers through your hair, drawing random patterns on your back as he watched you sleep. It was only when he saw a faint flash that he looked up to see Hyunjin with his phone up. He looked at them and mouthed, “don’t make me laugh she just got to sleep.”

But no one was laughing. They always could tell the fondness he had for you. It was so obvious Minho would tell him to stop following you around like a puppy. It was their way of saying that they knew.

That whole thought made his face drop. In his head, he should’ve never let Chan within 100 feet of you. He went to Chan about the crush he had on you first, being one of his closest friends. He was asking for advice on how to get over his nerves and just ask you out.

Chris has psyched him out, though, saying things like, "I don't think she's into you, man. She seems a bit more interested in me. But don't worry, I'll take care of her." And "I don't know man. I mean you can try but if she rejects you, you have to be prepared for that. I wouldn't if I were you though. You seem like the friend type for her. Not the boyfriend type."

He was thinking about how he should've followed his own heart and gut, which are rarely on the same page. Both of you love working out, music, food, nutrition, the list goes on and on. One of his favorite memories with you is before anyone asked you out.

You had invited him to the Han River. He didn't know why but it was a picnic you set up for him especially. He had gotten very stressed out during a meeting with the execs in the company he works for. They had told him to lose weight… yet again. He doesn't feel comfortable at a lower weight. He feels physically weaker, his mind not as sharp.

You yourself had tried to explain to Chan what Bin was feeling. That’s largely because you have always struggled with feeling good at the weight you were at but everyone told you, you were just too big. When you had gone through similar diets you felt like a walking zombie. You couldn’t even think of going to the gym, because your brain just didn’t work with no fuel.

The societal pressure onto that only added to the chaos, and you couldn’t imagine how lonely it felt to be told by employers that you need to cut down, as well as go to the hectic schedules that Bin had to, and worry about making content, and trying to keep at least some of your life private. You couldn’t see him go through that alone.

That was when you had the picnic. He had no idea that you knew about that meeting, but it was actually Felix that tipped you off to it. If there’s anyone in the world who would get what Bin was going through it was you. As always, you knew how to make Bin smile. You set up at his favorite spot, making healthy foods and also packing some of his favorite shakes. When he walked up to it, his face lit up, and so did yours. He ended up playing hooky that day, and spent the whole day with you. It’s one of his favorite memories. Now it's bittersweet.

He was mad at himself at those thoughts, Chris was so clearly into you so he used Bin’s insecurities against him… and it had worked. He thought about how all of this wouldn’t have happened and you and him would be happy together. That’s all he ever wanted for you. That was why he let you go in the first place. He wanted you to be happy.

After about a half an hour of hushed talking while Bin kept you relaxed, a set of footsteps walked down the hall. Just hearing them, Bin’s ears perked up. They had an authority to them, almost pompous in nature. Commanding… he knows those steps.

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norissisca · 6 days ago

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“I wish to be with you in my final moments, my love”

PTII — TEASER

Satoru x Suguru x Non-Sorc!Reader

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT : fempov

content warning : gore, thoughts of cannibalism, death, angst, miscarriage, alcohol, mention of rape, horror themes, psychosis, suicide

a/n : I felt bad for making my snookums wait and with my recent problems with tumblr and then deleting my whole draft, I had to re-write it so here is the beginning teaser of ptII. I hope you guys can tell what the first bit of the fanfics are, hehe always love challenging people into little puzzles

PT I

August 10th, 2017, at around midnight,

Commence of investigation and assessment

Like usual he had to say something snarky, always having the last word to those elders. . . God, I should’ve killed them ages ago. But whatever. A smirked piqued as he spun around his heel and pulled up his blindfold, concealing his icy blue eyes, as if the thought of seeing those old ragged men seeing a flash of purple before they were wiped clean from the Earth gave him euphoria.

“Fucking hell. . . Seriously, it’s just a body that is unidentifiable, these second-grades keep getting more pathetic and pathetic as they go. Makes my white hair turn whi— no, no, no, black.”

He would whine and complain, swinging his hands around to express more dramatic key to how he’s currently feeling. He’d teleport himself to the site, stretching his lanky arms and his long legs took wide steps, shoving his hands in his pocket with a pout on his face. Striding past Ijichi as he began his usual “important” rambling, breaking down the suspicion of the attack and how the investigation will play out which as expected Satoru literally always ignore him and simply waved his hand as if he already knows everything.

“Soooo. . . Do you know who this person is or are we gonna play guess who with this body.”

Ijichi would adjust his glasses as he let out a soft sigh as he had to repeat himself yet again. Satoru nodding as he continued with the information.

“Gojo-san, if you heard me correctly, the body is completely mutilated to the point the body is unidentifiable, we don’t even know the sex of the person. . . At the moment all we are suspecting is that this curse must’ve eaten its way in or out of the lower stomach, we be—“

“Euughhh! Now thats just gross, I’ll give credit to the curse for trynna be a weirdo. Cause that’s just outright weird, but nothin that isn’t past my big leagues.”

“Right. Anyways, as I was stating, we believe this theory because although the body is completely disorientated we can tell it was from the lower stomach due to the massive hole in it that its the focal point of the attack.”

Satoru would abruptly stopped walking making Ijichi speed walking into a halt which merely made him skid to the pole in front of him. Satoru would tug one of his hand out of his pocket and lazily point to the alleyway with the corpse in it. Although they can’t see the body yet due to how deep it was into the alleyway, it was evidential that it was there because of the rotting stench kissing their noses and that made the both of them grimace (mostly Ijichi).

“If that’s so, has any of you dudes found the curse yet?”

“Uh, no. That’s why you’re here, the second grade won’t talk. He’s in a state of shock from seeing the body, so it was quite hard to ask if he’s seen the curse or not.”

“Welp! I’m only guessing you want me to ask?. . . Jesus, ‘state of shock’. This guy is obviously weak as hell, can’t even handle the sight of a body torn up!”

He would’ve grumble the insult underneath his breath, obviously he was currently pissed off as the investigation is being dragged out even more all because some second grade is being a pussy. Ijichi notice the aura change of Satoru, which made him a teeny bit scared of him.

Man, I wonder how my sweets is pulling up. Lowk kinda worried about her since the past few weeks, she’s been acting strange. . . Like real fuckin’ stran—

Until it struck him. The scent of nostalgia, it reminded him back in his school days. That smell coming from the alleyway where the body was located, it was no doubt. . . Suguru

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therealcocoshady · 11 months ago

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Recovery - Chapter 24

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Em and Reader have an argument at the studio. Later, she receives a bouquet of flowers that brings back painful memories.

Tags : Angst, Comfort, Fluff

Y/N’s POV

Marshall leaving hickies all over your neck was, indeed, an efficient way to get people at the studio off your back on the topic of your dating life. Now, they had found another past-time : grilling you with questions about the mysterious person you were seeing.

You still don’t want to tell us who the mysterious man is ? Porter asked with a grin.

Nope. I’m keeping to myself on this one, you chuckled.

Come on, Royce chuckled. Is he nice ? How long have you guys been dating ?

He is, you giggled. We’ve been dating for a few weeks.

Do you like him ? Porter asked.

I do. I like him a lot.

Is he hot ? Marshall chimed in with a smirk.

You have no idea, you said teasingly. Hottest man I have ever dated. Hands down.

Good in bed ? Royce asked with a grin.

Meh, you said playfully. I think he’s got a lot to learn but he’s alright.

They all chuckled, except for Marshall who shot you a faux death glare. The look he gave you was full of promises. Obviously, you would have been stupid to miss an opportunity to tease him. Besides, you had already told him countless times that he was your best, so you didn’t worry about him being sensitive on the subject. You felt your phone vibrate on your lap.

From M : No sex for you tonight.

To M : We’ll see ;-)

From M : I can keep it in my pants. Unlike you.

To M : You’re underestimating me, baby. I’m too irresistible.

You saw him chuckle and shake his head as he stared at the text he just received from you. He obviously didn’t believe you. You were in a good mood and definitely wanting to show him what you were capable of. As the guys kept on working, you devised a plan so that you could prove your point. Thankfully, you were wearing just the right outfit : a white, flowy dress with tan boots and a cardigan. The weather was good enough so that you didn’t have to wear tights. The dress itself was pretty light, and showed a bit of cleavage, hence the cardigan that made the outfit more modest. You got up and went to the bathroom where you removed your panties and your cardigan. When you got back, you saw Marshall alone in the kitchen, grabbing a can of Redbull. You went to him and smiled.

Are you alright ? He asked.

Are you ? You replied with a grin.

Yeah, fine, what are you-? He began asking as you put a hand in the pocket of his jacket and put your panties there.

You giggled and got back to the couch where you played with your phone for the rest of the recording session. When Marshall came back, he looked a bit flustered. However, their work session kept going. Whenever he looked at you, you bended on purpose, pretending to grab something in your bag so that he could have a great view of your breasts. It was his right not to want to put out, but you also had the right to tease. You could see him staring, having more and more trouble focusing, which was unusual.

Bro, are you alright ? Porter asked.

Yeah, yeah, he hummed.

At some point, you got the bright idea to stretch your arms, causing the dress to ride up. You didn’t flash anyone and it was not bothersome. At least, not to people you ignored that you were bare underneath. Marshall almost spilled his mouthful of Redbull.

Alright, we’re done, he said calmly. Time to go home.

Are you sure ? Royce asked with his brows furrowed.

Yeah, he replied. I have a headache. You guys go home, enjoy the weekend, alright ?

Still on for the Lions game on Sunday ? Porter asked.

Of course.

Porter and Royce left, while Jamal stayed with you and Marshall.

Are you guys still coming for dinner tonight ? Jamal asked. Talia’s preparing her Masala Chicken.

Sure, Marshall said. Go ahead, we’ll join you there. I just have to go to the office and sign some papers for Paul.

Ok, Jamal said. See you at dinner, lovebirds.

Once he was gone, Marshall got up and faced you with a stern look.

I’m at work, Y/N, he groaned.

It’s true, you said innocently. And I think you did a good job today.

I would have done a better job if I had been able to finish the beat I was working on, he pointed out.

Finish it, then, you said as you got up.

Later, he groaned.

He grabbed your arm and took you to his office, where he slammed the door shut. You weren’t too sure if he was furious or not. His eyes were dark and he didn’t seem in too good a mood. Maybe your fun plan was starting to backfire. He made you sit on the sofa.

You think it’s funny ? He asked.

I was merely proving a point, here, you shrugged with a smile, trying to defuse the situation.

How ? By interrupting my work and acting like a slut ? He asked coldly.

Don’t say that, you said defensively.

Then cover your tits and try not to flash our friends, he said as he threw your panties at you.

You thought he was being unfair. It’s not as if you had been walking around the place naked. You were simply teasing him and no one had even caught anything. You understood that he was serious about his work, but you had meant to harm and, anyway, that didn’t justify the name-calling. You got up, faced him and silently left the room to get your stuff. You were putting your cardigan back and were about to leave when he came to you.

See you, you said coldly.

Are you leaving ? He asked.

Are you apologizing?

He stared at you and crossed his arms.

Are you ? He asked back.

You’ve got to be kidding me, you scoffed. You insulted me and I should be the one apologizing ?

You started it, he said coldly. I was out of line but…

But nothing, you cut him. You know I meant no harm.

And you know how I am when it comes to work, he said sternly.

Still, I’m not having anyone, especially not my boyfriend, calling me a slut, you said.

Fine, he said.

You looked at him and waited for the apology but he kept on staring at you.

What ? He asked. I just said I was out of line.

You really suck at apologies, Marshall, you scoffed before leaving the studio.

As you left the building, he followed you in the street.

Fine. I’m sorry, he sighed as you kept on walking.

Good evening, Marshall, you said.

Come on, we have to go to dinner, he said.

Fine, you sighed.

Now, the both of you were clearly in a bad mood, but you got back in the building and waited for him to grab his things. Then, the two of you went to the car. It was a silent ride home. Before you got out of the car, he gently grabbed your hand.

I’m sorry, honey, he said softly.

I’m sorry too, you shrugged.

How about we go back to my place after dinner ? He offered. I’ll draw you a bath, give you a massage… Let me make it up to you, ok ?

Sure, you said with a smile.

He kissed you softly and you got in. The smell of spices had taken over the house and you were ready to enjoy your favorite dish. As soon as you stepped in, Talia handed you a big bouquet of flowers.

These came for you earlier, she said with a smile. Good choice on the peonies, Em.

You shouldn’t have, Marshall, you squealed. They’re beautiful though. Did you know they’re my favorite ?

I didn’t send flowers, he said.

Oh.

You wondered who could be the one sending you the flowers. You checked the card. It was from Simon. It read : “It has been one year already. I am sorry I didn’t handle the situation better. I hope you are doing well. I would love to talk. Love, Simon”. That’s when it hit you : today was the “anniversary” of your miscarriage. The one event that had led to your drug use, your overdose and the downfall of your relationship. Your heart dropped immediately.

Baby, who sent these ? Talia asked.

You gave her the card and you could tell she understood as she read it. “Oh”, she simply said as she rubbed your shoulder.

What’s with those faces ? Marshall asked. Who died ?

You couldn’t help but shoot him a death glare. It was probably a poor choice of word, but having him say that as you were reminded of the date you had learned that your baby’s heart had stopped beating was painful. You said nothing and took the bouquet to your bedroom. You sat on the bed as tears started to flow. In truth, you hadn’t thought of that at all, because you were too busy focusing on your relationship with Marshall. But now that you were reminded, it was like being hit in the face. You had done a lot of progress in a year, but you had spent so much time focusing on your sobriety that you hadn’t done nearly enough work on your grief. A few minutes later, Marshall knocked on the door.

Baby ? He asked. Are you alright ?

Yeah… I’ll come down in a minute, you said in a broken voice.

You reached under your bed and found the box you had put together after the miscarriage, that you had not opened since you moved in with Talia and Jamal. You were thirteen weeks pregnant when you lost your baby and you’d had time to buy some stuff for him/her : a tiny pajama, socks, a little plush toy… The box also contained the few pictures that were taken during the sonograms as well as the pregnancy test you had taken on a gloomy Sunday morning after noticing that your period was late. It definitely wasn’t planned, but you had been ecstatic to learn that you were pregnant. So was Simon. The two of you thought it was meant to be and you were overjoyed to start a family together. You held the pajamas in your hand, taking in how tiny they were, how tiny your baby would have been. You sighed and put the box on the bed before going downstairs. By their faces, you gathered that they had talked and that both Jamal and Marshall were up to date on the situation.

Sorry, you told your friends. I needed a minute.

Of course, sis, Jamal said.

Are you alright ? Marshall asked as he took your hand in his.

Y-yeah, you lied. I’m fine.

Talia gave you a hug and you sat at the table. The three of them tried to get your mind off things and talk about joyful stuff, but it was to no avail. You were feeling sad and guilty for even forgetting about this day. Deep down, you knew it wouldn’t change anything, but you felt selfish. After dinner, you went back to your room, with Marshall. As soon as the door was closed, he took you in his arms for a long hug.

I’m so sorry, my love, he whispered. I had no idea.

It’s fine, you said in a whisper. It’s just… Hitting me like a ton of bricks right now.

Of course, he said as he stroked your hair.

You sat on the bed and you began to put away the baby stuff that was laying on it. You had the plush toy in one hand, the pajamas in the other and you couldn’t help but burst into tears. Your boyfriend lovingly put an arm around you and pulled you closer to him. You were literally crying on his shoulder.

I’m sorry, you sobbed.

Don’t apologize, Y/N. Let it out, he said softly.

It’s just… It’s been a year already, but also, it’s only been a year, you said. So much has happened since then.

It’s true, he said. You’re in a really different place.

Nothing’s the same. It seems so far away. Sometimes, I think it’s all been a dream, you know ? But then, I remember that it actually happened. That I was pregnant and that I actually lost that baby.

He hummed and let you talk as he stroked your hair.

The worst thing is that I can’t talk about it a lot, you know ? Because very few people knew. We were getting ready to tell everyone when… well…, you said with tears in your eyes.

You can talk to me, if you want, he said softly.

You probably don’t want to hear your girlfriend talk about having a baby with another man, you sighed.

I’m not your boyfriend, right now, he explained. I mean, I am, but I’m your friend too. First and foremost. That’s what makes our relationship so great, you know ? Plus, everyone has a past.

Thank you, you said softly.

You don’t have to thank me, he said as he kissed the top of your head. I will always be here for you.

I just… I never really had a family, and I was so excited to start one of my own, you know ? You explained. It wasn’t planned or anything, but it felt meant to be. As if I finally got my happy ending, the wedding, the little family… And now it’s… Gone.

You can still be happy, he said as he stroked your cheek.

I know, you said. I am happy. But thinking about how different my life is now, it’s a little weird. Now, I’m happy in a different way. But I guess I still haven’t fully processed the whole thing, you know ?

Grief takes some time, he said. But you’ll get there. You’re so strong and you’re doing so good.

You nodded and he kissed you tenderly. You put the baby things in the box and put it away, not without sadness.

Sorry, you said. You probably think it’s creepy that I have this box.

I get it, he said. You do what you need to do. I have a box of my own, you know ?

You do ?

Yeah. It’s a recovery box. Inside I have my hospital bracelet from the day I OD’d, a few things I have written when I was in rehab, drawings the girls made for me when I got home, a letter from my sponsor, my sobriety chips… I understand the need to hold on to these things, he explained. I don’t look at it too often. But I have it.

I’m so sorry, you said sheepishly. I’m so selfish. Sometimes, I forget you’re recovering too.

It’s alright, he said.

I feel like a mess, compared to you, you added. I mean, you have your life together, you’re level-headed, you’re so strong…

It’s apples and oranges, baby, he said with a smile. I’ve been sober for more than fifteen years. A lot of stuff comes with time. You’re just getting started on your journey. But you do have your life together. And you are doing good. But I’m still struggling, you know ?

You are ?

Yeah. I guess it’s always a work in progress, he shrugged. I always thought it would be over once I’ve been sober for a long time and I’m not tempted to use or drink. But there’s always something to work on. Like my emotions, my anger…

I think you’re doing a good job, you said softly.

Thank you my love, he said with a smile. But still, I shouldn’t snap as easily as I do, sometimes. I’m still sorry about the way I talked to you at the studio, you know ?

I forgive you, you said as you nuzzled his neck.

Do you still want to go to my place so that I can make it up to you ? He asked. Let me take care of you, honey.

You don’t have to, you said.

But I want to.

You ended up agreeing and going to his place. He kept true to his word and took care of you, even more than he usually did. You were still sad, of course, but you knew you weren’t alone. He encouraged you to talk about your feelings and made sure you felt warm, safe and cozy. In moments like these, he felt like your safe space. You loved that you could talk to him about anything. Most people in your life usually danced uncomfortably around the subject of your miscarriage. Even Talia and Jamal. But Marshall, on the contrary, encouraged you to talk and even asked questions. It felt good and it felt like you were being even more intimate with him, giving him access to a part of your soul. Eventually, you switched to other subjects and he opened up to you about his grief about his uncles and best friends, as well as his mental health. Most of the time, the age difference didn’t cross your mind. But for once, it did and you were grateful for it, because you benefited from his maturity and experience. Serious topics aside, you spent the rest of the evening and the next day lounging, watching movies in his movie theater that had been turned into a blanket fort after you told him you had never built one in your life. You were cuddling under a soft blanket, mindlessly playing with his fingers.

Do you still want to come tomorrow ? He asked.

For the game ? Yeah sure, you said. Unless you don’t want me there.

No, I’m trying to make sure you’re coming, he chuckled. But if you feel like avoiding the crowd, I understand. And if you need, I can even cancel the whole thing and stay with you.

You’d cancel football for me ? You asked with a raised eyebrow, knowing how important it was to him - he had even canceled recording sessions in order to be able to watch some games !

For you, yes, he said with a smile. Special occasions only, of course.

It’s not a special occasion, you shrugged.

I just want to make sure my girl is feeling good, he said as he kissed your temple.

I’m feeling much better now, you said softly. Thank you again.

You’re very welcome, he said. I love you so much.

I love you too, you cooed. No need to cancel.

Your first meeting with my family, he mused.

It’s just going to be your daughters, right ?

Not really, he said. The girls will be there, along with their boyfriends. There will also be my brother, his wife, their kids, guys from the studio, guys from D12…

You opened wide eyes. You’d watched games at his place before, but there had never been so many people around. You knew it wasn’t an official meeting with his family, but seeing as you weren’t the sociable type, it was enough to scare you.

You’ll be fine, babe, he chuckled as he saw your face decompose. You know a few people already.

What if your family doesn’t like me ? You asked.

I told you, I’m sure they will love you, he said with a smile. They’re really chill and they know I’m “friends” with you so they already have a good opinion. They know how picky I am when it comes to people I hang out with. Believe me, I’m the most judgy person in the family. Just be your cute amazing self and everything will be fine.

Easy for you to say, you scoffed. If the situation was reversed, you wouldn’t feel too confident.

True, he chuckled. We’ll get there someday, though, I guess.

I don’t think so, you shrugged.

Why is that ? He asked.

I just… Don’t have a lot of people in my life, you know ? You said sheepishly. Especially after this past year. I don’t really have family either. It’s just me, my father and his wife. You already know the people who matter : Talia and Jamal.

I see, he said

Sorry, that’s a little lame, you admitted.

No, I get it, he said softly. But if you don’t feel like meeting all these people tomorrow, you don’t have to, baby. I’m just thinking it might be a good, chill opportunity. Take the band-aid off, you know ?

Right, you said.

Plus, the girls asked me if you’d be there.

They did ? You asked confused.

Yeah. Hailie told me she misses you and Alaina and Stevie are extremely curious, he explained.

They know about me ?

Of course, they know about you, he chuckled. They might not know you’re my girl yet, but your name has still been in quite a few conversations, you know ?

Has it ? You asked, still surprised.

Well yeah, he said. I mean, obviously, when they saw the pictures of us holding hands after that party, they asked questions, especially since they had never heard about you before. So I had to clear the air. They also know that you know Hailie and they figured that I care a lot about you, after that whole hospital incident. And I might have said that you’re a feminist, so they’re particularly excited. Especially Stevie.

You nodded nervously and he kissed you, reassuring you once again. You knew you shouldn’t, but you couldn’t help but think it was kind of a big deal. After all, you still wanted to make a good impression.

Maybe you should take me home ? You suggested. So that I can have my beauty sleep and be pretty for them.

Don’t you want to stay here ? He asked.

It’s Saturday, you pointed out.

Yes, but the kids are not coming for brunch. Plus, you’re going to be here anyway, so you might as well sleep with me tonight, he said with a wink.

And you’re ok with sleeping with me seven nights in a row ? You asked playfully. You won’t be bored ?

I could sleep with you a thousand nights in a row and still not get enough, he said softly, making your heart melt.

THE NEXT DAY - MARSHALL’S POV

As he expected it, Y/N’s first meeting with his family went great. She seemed about to freak out at first, but she quickly relaxed. As soon as Hailie arrived, she gave her a big hug and told her how sorry she was that it didn’t work out with Josh. If only she knew… His girlfriend also seemed to get along with his brother and his wife, but especially with Alaina and Stevie. They laughed together and she truly seemed to enjoy herself. He sat next to her on the couch and, even though he was usually extra focused when it came to football games, he couldn’t help but glance at her. Everyone was focused on the game so he gently stroked her hand with his fingers for a brief second, making sure no one could see. He wasn’t really into PDA, but given the hard time she’d had in the past two days, he wanted to make sure she was alright. The contact seemed to make her smile, though she kept on staring at the screen. He was so in love with that smile he couldn’t help but smile himself. At some point, she seemed a bit lost when it came to the rules so he took the opportunity to get even closer and whisper in her ears. It reminded him of the very beginning of their friendship, when he took every single opportunity to talk to her, whether it was to explain something about hip-hop or make a silly joke. Looking back, he may have had a crush from the very beginning…

After the game, which the Lions thankfully won, people stayed to have some pizza. Being busy talking to some D12 friends, he lost her for a moment. He found her in the garden with his daughters, playing with Nate’s kids. She was a natural with children and his nephews seemed to like her a lot. As soon as he spotted him, the youngest, who was about five, ran to him and jumped in his arms as he always did.

Uncle Marsh ! I like your girlfriend ! He said.

My girlfriend, huh ? He chuckled.

We tried to tell him that Y/N is not your girlfriend, Alaina giggled, but he wouldn't hear it.

What makes you think she’s my girlfriend ? He asked, curious.

You talked to her during the game, the boy said. You never talk to anyone during the game.

That’s because your uncle took pity on me and had to explain the rules, Y/N said with a smile.

Exactly. Come on, bud, you really think I could get a girl as pretty as her ? He asked playfully.

Yeah… Probably not, his nephew shrugged after a second of thought.

There you go, Stevie giggled.

That was… humbling to say the least. The girls burst out laughing and Y/N flashed a smile at him that warmed his heart. It took everything he had in him not to hug and kiss her. She was making him too soft for his own good, and he surprised himself thinking that he could not wait to be out with her as a couple. His brain was telling him to keep it reasonable, but the rest of him would simply not listen.

Can we play video games in the movie room ? His older nephew asked.

Sure, he said. I’ll help you set up in a second.

Y/N, will you play with me ? The youngest asked.

Of course, she answered. What are we playing ?

We should do a Mario Kart tournament, Stevie suggested.

Oh, I love that, Alaina said. We should do teams.

Boys against girls ? Hailie chimed in.

There’s only three boys and there are four girls, his nephew said. Uncle Marsh, can you play with us ?

I don’t know, he shrugged. I have guests.

Please ? His nephew asked with big pleading eyes.

Yeah, Dad, people don’t need you to eat pizza, Stevie said.

He’s probably just afraid to be humiliated, Y/N said teasingly.

Oooooh, his three daughters said in unison.

I like you, Y/N, Stevie said.

I told you she was great, Hailie giggled.

It’s on, he said. Boys, we’re destroying them, alright ?

The eight of them went to the movie room and started their tournament. Obviously, he was teaming up with children so it wasn’t a piece of cake. His oldest nephew was pretty good, but the two younger ones were… trying hard. He knew that it was what mattered, but he was still very much a sore loser. During one of the rounds, he played against Y/N.

Destroy him !!! Stevie encouraged her.

I’m your Dad, Marshall groaned. You should be rooting for me.

Go Y/N !!! Alaina yelled.

She ended up beating him, leading him to groan. His nephews were looking at him with an attitude.

You lost to a girl, the youngest said.

He lost to a legend, Y/N said with a grin.

Quit the attitude, he scolded her playfully.

As the others were playing, he whispered in her ear “You’re staying the night and I’m getting revenge”, leading her to blush.

A few hours later, everyone had left. Hailie had offered to give Y/N a ride home but he told her he would do it. He was intent on having his girl spend the night in his arms.

See ? He asked as they were eating some pizza leftovers. You survived.

It was great, she admitted. I had a good time.

Even if you ended up babysitting Nate’s kids ? He chuckled.

They’re so cute !!! She said.

You’re good with them, he said.

I can’t wait to have kids of my own, she said dreamily.

These words cause him to freeze. He knew she didn’t mean she wanted kids with him, nor that she wanted them now, but he couldn’t help but feel a bit panicky. Because, even if their relationship was new, he was intent on being with her. She was amazing and he would gladly spend the rest of his days with her. That’s how in love he was. However, he had sworn a long time ago that he would never remarry and that kids were out of the question. He was done with all of it. Something in his gut told him that he would have to have this conversation with her at some point. And judging how touchy the topic of kids and pregnancy seemed to be for her, he knew it would be a tough conversation to have.

THREE WEEKS LATER

He was spending the week-end with his girl, as usual. The plan was to spend a lot of time in bed, with as little clothes as possible. That is what she had suggested and he was happy to oblige. The only time they left the bedroom was to cook. They were in the kitchen, making pancakes. He was just wearing sweatpants and Y/N was in one of his tee-shirts, sitting on the marble counter, kissing him lazily when the doorbell rang. Being lazy, they had ordered some more food for their brunch. He grabbed a hoodie and put it on to go and get open the door to the delivery. Except it wasn’t a delivery guy. It was Hailie.

Hey Dad, she said happily.

Hay, he said in a surprised tone. What are you doing here ?

Have you seen my headphones ? She asked as she walked in. I’m recording a podcast episode tomorrow and I think I forgot them here.

Uh, maybe, he said. Look, right now isn’t a good time, I…

Babe ? He heard Y/N calling from the kitchen. Is the whipped cream finally here ? I can’t wait to have you-

HAILIE’S HERE, he yelled before his girlfriend said something absolutely inappropriate.

His daughter looked at him in a state of shock and walked to the kitchen before he could stop her. There, she found Y/N half naked.

Oh my God, Hailie said. Please tell me it’s a prank.

They all stared at each other in shock. It was definitely awkward, not to mention it was not how he wanted his daughter to find out about him dating Y/N.

I should go, his girlfriend said in a small voice.

Don’t you dare move, Hailie darted with anger in her voice and her eyes.

Look, Hay, Marshall began. Y/N and I…

I don’t need you to explain it to me, Dad. I think it’s pretty obvious. She has some explaining to do, though, she said as she motioned to his girlfriend. Is this why you broke up with Josh ?! To screw my FATHER ?!

Y/N looked like a deer in headlights. He wanted nothing but to appease the situation, although he had no clue how to do it.

Did you cheat on Josh ?! His daughter asked.

His girl didn’t say anything. Not that she had to. She was a terrible liar and the look on her face was giving her away.

Oh my God, Hailie said. I can’t believe I even felt sorry for you !!! I thought we could be friends but you’re just like anyone else… You see fame, money and you can’t jump on it fast enough, can you ?!

Hailie, that’s enough, he said.

No, it’s not, his daughter said as she looked back at him. Is this why you broke up with Nicole ?!

He sighed and pinched the area between his eyes. He knew it was going to be a tough conversation.

Ok, let’s talk about this in the living room, he said.

Please get her to put clothes on, Hailie said as she rolled her eyes.

Yeah, I’ll… Whatever, Y/N mumbled before hurrying out of the room.

Minutes later, he was sitting on the couch across from Hailie who looked at him. She was clearly mad.

So… Your headphones are here, he said tentatively. You could have texted, you know ? I would have brought them to you.

When I moved out, you said this would always be my home and that I didn’t need to ask before coming over, she pointed out.

I did say that, he recalled sheepishly.

They stared at each other some more. The anger in his daughter’s eyes was breaking his heart. He could not stand to have his kids mad at him.

So… Are you mad at me for breaking up with Nicole ? He asked.

You said you liked her, Dad.

Yeah, she’s great. But I’m not in love with her. I’m in love with Y/N, he said calmly as he hoped she would understand that this was a serious relationship.

You told me she was your friend, when I confronted you about the pictures, Dad !!! You lied to me. You never do that.

I didn’t lie back then, he corrected. We started out as friends and it became… more. I was going to tell you girls eventually but it’s only been a few months and we wanted to take things slow.

Months ?! She asked in disbelief. So it’s serious ? She’s your… girlfriend ?

She is, he said. And she makes me really happy.

I’m going to puke, she warned.

What ?

He thought that clearing the air would make things better but, by the looks of it, he was wrong.

You can’t tell how wrong it is ?! She asked, almost screaming. My FATHER is dating someone MY AGE.

Look, I know it’s a little bit weird, but…

No “but”, Dad. It’s disgusting ! She said.

I know it’s a shock, Marshall said, and I’m sorry that you had to find out this way, but I want you to know that it’s serious. I’m in love with her. She makes me really happy.

So what ?! She scoffed. You’re going to marry her and we’re going to have to call her “Mom” ?! Are you planning on having kids too ? Because that wouldn’t be weird and twisted at all, right ?!

Calm down, please, he pleaded. Is that what it’s about ? You’re scared that I’m going to start a new family and replace you guys ? It ain’t happening, Hay.

I’m not five, she said as she rolled her eyes. I always rooted for you to find someone and be happy after Mom. Not someone creepy, though.

You told me you liked her, he said.

WHEN YOU SAID SHE WAS YOUR FRIEND. Not when she turned out to be a bitch who cheated on my best friend with my Dad ! You know she’s only interested in your money, right ?!

I know you’re angry, but the name-calling is out of line, Hailie, he said as he slightly raised his voice. And I understand the concern, but I can tell people’s intentions.

Whatever, Dad, she groaned. Are you paying for her stuff ? Are you her sugar daddy ? What’s her thing ? Handbags ? Shoes ?

They heard Y/N come into the room, a look of hurt on her face.

I never took a dime from him, Y/N said coldly.

Hailie and Y/N were staring at each other. His daughter was mad and his girlfriend was clearly insulted by the implication that she might be a gold-digger. His daughter had always been protective of him and he understood that. But he wished she could see and understand that their relationship was genuine and how happy Y/N made him.

If you have questions, I will answer them truthfully, Y/N said, but don’t you dare imply that I’m with him because of his money or status. It’s just not true.

Like I can trust you, Hailie shot back.

I would never wrong him, his girlfriend said.

You being with him is wrong enough, Hailie scoffed.

Why ? He asked.

Let me think, his daughter said sarcastically. First of all, there’s the age thing. Obviously creepy. You’re old enough to be her dad. She should go to a therapist instead of dating. Then, there’s the fact that she made you break up with someone who was good for you. But let’s face the worst of it : she’s an addict.

She turned to Y/N.

Yeah, Josh told me about that, she continued. And if you think I’m going to condone a relationship that will put my Dad’s sobriety in jeopardy, you are sorely mistaken. I have been in the pits with him and I will not have you ruin him.

I’ve been sober for months, Y/N replied in her own defense.

And you expect me to clap for that ?! You’re still an addict. My father shouldn’t have to put up with your recovery and your mistakes. He has been through enough shit as it is.

Hailie, Marshall warned.

If you loved him, you would realize that you’re stalling him. And that it’s wrong. And I was here when you and Josh talked about kids and marriage. How you dream about having kids and being a wife. You know it’s not happening with Dad. I know it. He knows it, she continued.

Hailie, Marshall raised his voice again.

Dad, I love you, but I refuse to see you get used, or hurt, or both, she said as she looked him in the eyes.

Y/N, can you leave the room for a minute ? He asked gently. I need to talk to Hailie alone.

His girlfriend nodded and left the room. He looked at his daughter whose eyes were welling up with tears.

What was that ? He asked, confused as to what tone he should be using.

Dad, the idea of you relapsing is making me sick. Like, actually sick. I still have nightmares of the night I found you when I was 11, you know ? You’re my Dad. I can’t lose you.

You’re not losing me, baby, he said softly as he took her in his arms. I know I’ve made mistakes, and I know I’ve been a lousy Dad, at times, and I put you kids and Mom through some tough shit, but it’s been fifteen years. I’m handling myself. I’m not relapsing.

What if she relapses ? You’re going to be the one handling that.

I know it’s scary, he said. I was worried about that too, at first. But she is strong and she is handling things very well. Much better than I did when I got sober.

You don’t need to plead her case, she said in an annoyed tone.

He sighed loudly. He hated the situation and the way he was handling it.

I’m sorry, he said. You shouldn’t be worried about your 51 year-old dad.

I forgave you a long time ago, she said. And I want you to be happy. That’s all I want. I want you to be happy and healthy for as long as possible.

I know you probably don’t want to hear that right now, but my relationship makes me happy. And it’s healthy too. I am happier than I’ve been in a long time.

Dad…

I know you’re going to need time, he continued. And you’re mad. I get it. But someday, I’d like to introduce Y/N to you guys as my girlfriend. Do you think you could be civil and give her a chance ?

Hailie grimaced and rolled her eyes.

I guess, she sighed. But just know that I will never forgive her for what she did to Josh. And if I’m civil doesn’t mean that I condone whatever is happening.

Ok, he sighed. That’s better than nothing, I guess. Can you please not talk about this to your sisters, please ?

Why ?

Because I think I should try and handle the situation a bit better than this conversation, he said. Let me be the dad, ok ?

If they ask, I’m not lying, she said.

Fine.

They both nodded in agreement.

And I think you owe Y/N an apology, he added.

Not doing that, she quickly replied.

You called her a bitch and a gold-digger. And we both know your Mim and I raised you better than that, he said sternly.

She groaned and she tried really hard not to chuckle. As unhappy as he was with his daughter’s behavior, he couldn't help but pick up on the resemblance with his own personality. He didn’t need a DNA test to know she was his. She was just as stubborn.

I should go, she said.

Don’t forget your headphones, he said with a slight smile. See you tomorrow ?

Only if she’s not there.

She won’t be, he assured her. Just us.

See you tomorrow, then, she said as she walked towards the door.

He walked her out and gave her a hug.

I love you, Hay.

I love you too, Dad.

She left and he closed the door as she got in her car. He went to the kitchen where he found Y/N eating pancakes.

Sorry I didn’t wait for you, she said sheepishly.

It’s fine, he said as he sat beside her.

She didn’t say a word and stared at her plate.

We should probably talk about all of this, he sighed.

Do we though ? She asked. I think it’s pretty clear : Hailie hates me, she thinks I’m an awful person and she made some pretty valid points.

What do you mean ? He asked.

She’s right, Marshall. On the fact that I might stall you and cause you to relapse. That I’m not age-appropriate for you. And… On the fact that you don’t want to marry or have kids ?

She said the last sentence with so much sadness in her eyes that it broke his heart. He did not want to have this conversation, but somehow, he had to. That was probably the worst Saturday he’d had in a while.

Don’t you think it’s a bit early to talk about babies and marriage ? He said awkwardly.

Let’s be real though : it’s not something you want, is it ?

It’s not, he confirmed. I’ve done the marriage thing, I’ve had my kids… I’m done with that.

But I do want these things, she said. And I’m not saying I want them right now. But I guess that raises the point of where our relationship is going… Because I love you, and if we keep this going… I’m going to want them with you.

Right, he said as a lump formed in his throat.

I love you, Marshall, she said.

I love you too, baby, he replied. I love you so much.

She stared at him with tears welling in her eyes and took a deep breath. He pulled her in his arms and hugged her tight. He knew where this conversation was going and he hated it.

Maybe we should break up, she sobbed.

Don’t do this, he pleaded. Not now. Not ever. Please, Y/N…

I love you but it can’t work, she whispered.

Give it some thought, ok ? Hailie just left and you’re not in your right mind. And me neither. Don’t break up with me. Please, he pleaded.

I’m sorry, she said as she burst into tears in his arms.

He felt some tears rolling on his own cheeks. That was much more emotion than what he could handle. He held on to her, stroking her cheeks and her hair. She leaned into his embrace.

I don’t want it to be over, she whispered. I love you so much.

As long as you want to be here with me, it won’t be over, he said.

Please, don’t make it more difficult than it has to be, she pleaded. Please.

I’ll take any time I can have with you, Y/N. Whether it’s hours or years.

He knew he couldn’t persuade her to stay and that she had her reasons. But he could not let her go. Not yet. Not now.

It’s so hard, she whispered.

You said you’re mine, he said. Do you remember ?

I’ll always be yours, Marshall, she sobbed. I was yours from the moment we met.

He kissed her passionately. If it had to be the last time his lips would meet hers, he would seize the moment and make it last. She kissed him back, hungrily and sloppily. They were about to part ways but their bodies seemed glued to each other.

Let me make love to you, he pleaded. One last time. I need you.

Ok, she whispered.

He didn’t need more encouragement. He lifted her and sat her on the kitchen table where he started to undress her.

Where do you want me ? She asked.

Everywhere.

In all his years of being sexually active, he never undressed a woman so slowly. He made sure to imprint every detail, every sensation in his brain. He wanted the memories to last forever. He kissed every inch of her skin, ran his fingers through every strand of her hair. For an amount of time that seemed infinite, he made love to her in every corner of the house. The kitchen, the living room, the movie theater, the home gym and even the pool. It felt as if he was making love to her for the first time, rediscovering her body, her sweet spots… He could never get enough of her but somehow, he had to. The lovemaking was slow yet intense, sometimes tearful. Overall, it was messy and beautiful. They were both panting, about to pass out. Tears were running on their cheeks, both from climaxing, sadness and exhaustion. They were in bed, intertwined.

I don’t think I can go for any more rounds, Y/N said with sadness in her voice.

He hummed in response before kissing her hair and holding her tightly against him.

Don’t go just yet, he pleaded.

I have to, she whispered.

One last shower ? He offered with puppy eyes.

Make it a bath ? She negotiated.

It’ll last longer, he agreed.

They silently went to the bathroom and cuddled in the warm water. He kept on kissing her chastely, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He wasn’t sure how he could be expected to let go of her.

Thank you, Marshall whispered in her ear.

For what ?

For the past four months. For the past year. For indulging me. For… absolutely everything, he said emotionally.

Thank you, she replied.

What will become of us ? He asked.

I thought I was pretty clear, she said, obviously unsure of what he meant.

No, I get it, he chuckled softly. But… Are we going back to being friends ?

I don’t know, she admitted.

I can’t imagine my life without you in it, Y/N, he said. As hard as I try… I can’t.

I guess we can give it a try.

They looked at each other in agreement, sadness in their eyes. It was the weirdest breakup he ever had.

You can still change your mind, he said tentatively.

Marshall, she whispered. Please.

Can’t blame a guy for trying, right ? He chuckled. For real though, call me in twenty years and I’ll be there, ok ?

I’ll visit you in the nursing home, she chuckled.

Brat, he said lovingly before kissing her shoulder.

Don’t wait for me, though, she said. You deserve to be happy. Find a nice lady your daughters approve of.

I don’t want to think of anybody else, Y/N, he said. Not right now. Not ever. I’d rather become a monk.

Sorry I brought that up, she said sheepishly.

The water started to get cold and she started shivering. They got out and he wrapped her in a robe before hugging her.

I should go pack my stuff, she said. I have hundreds of things lying around here.

I’ll bring it to you later, he said. Don’t worry about that.

I think it might be easier to do it now, she said. For closure.

I’ll help you, he mumbled.

They spent about an hour gathering the many, many things Y/N had left at his place. Marshall had become so used to it that he hadn’t realized that some of the stuff wasn’t his. While she was busy downstairs, he hid her favorite hoodie of his in her bag. He wouldn’t wear it anymore anyway, so she might has well have it, to remember him by. He also shamelessly stole her bottle of perfume and hid it in a drawer in his closet, just in case he would need to smell her. He knew himself well enough to know he might get that sentimental.

I think I’m all set, she said. I’ll get a cab.

Don’t be stupid, he said. It’s the middle of the night. I will drive you home.

He went to open the door but she grabbed his arm and faced him.

As long as we’re in the house, it’s not totally over, right ? She asked nervously.

It’s not, he said.

Ok then.

She got on her tippy toes and kissed him for the last time. It was a chaste, soft peck on the lips. He cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead. There it was. Their farewell as lovers. As he felt a knot form in his stomach, he was not sure how he would ever recover from this.

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Chapter 35 …One says c’mon and the other says I’m tired

Chapter 35 of Sugar

A/N- Listen to Mary by Big Thief, it’ll be good I promise!

Warning- Swearing, ANGST, fluff, violence and blood, DEATH, SPOILERS!!!! long chapter!

Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Episode and or chapters- 234-236

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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*A FEW YEARS AGO*

Sneaking around with a guy at your own house is a limit you’ve really even been testing. You’re risking getting in deep trouble, but tonight will be the last night you and your late-night rendezvous will be together.

Soon you’ll leave with your mother on a trip, and when you come back you’ll start school at Jujutsu High, in Tokyo along with your older brother. Soon you will finally have a life outside of these damn walls!

“Hey, hey! Guess who, guess who!” A familiar voice startles you. A voice that belongs to a man that shouldn’t be here…but is he?!

You get off the old wooden swing and twirl around in the direction of the voice, catching your brother of all people approaching you.

Which is kind of inconvenient because you needed to end things with your boy toy, but oh well another day secretly together won’t hurt—as long as your parents or anyone else finds out that is.

“Satoru!” You greet happily and wait for him to meet up with you.

Your brother flashes you a beaming grin and suddenly stops in his tracks to pull his hands out from his back and show off a bottle of sake.

“Look what I have stolen from our parents' cabinet!” He announces and shakes the bottle with both hands before he runs on his giant legs and closes the large gap that was left between you.

Once he’s close you finally probe his surprising presence, you weren’t supposed to see each other until you started school. “What are you doing here, Satoru? Why aren’t you at school?”

“Well,” he says and takes his shades off to illuminate the night with his bright and big blue eyes. “We got sent to a mission nearby and since it’s late we got to stay at a hotel close by, so I said why not come home. I also knew you missed me.”

You roll your eyes and don’t actually deny him because it’s true. Ever since he left for school, you’ve been nothing but bored! The house is so lonely without him.

You won’t admit it though because you don’t want him to get cocky, so instead you decide to press on the fact that he says “we,”.

“So where’s your friend? The guy who understands you better than anyone has,” you mock him as you walk back to sit on the swing. “The guy who doesn’t care if you’re Satoru Gojo, the guy with the six eyes. The first real friend you’ve ever had.”

Satoru frowns and kicks you back, making you chuckle and just lean forward to swing towards him and ask seriously this time so he doesn’t get all butt hurt. “Really where’s your friend Suguru Geto? I’ve been wanting to meet this great friend of yours and see what all the fuss is about.”

Satoru opens the bottle and takes a big swig of the sake, causing you to react with surprise considering he hasn’t drank before. Not even with this beloved friend of his.

“Oh! That was…a big drink…” you trail off and watch him swallow with concern. “Why are you drinking?”

Satoru shrugs. “I'm in high school now. Why shouldn't I?” He throws out too calmly.

“Uh,” you stammer and just agree with him. He already started anyway. “Well, we can share then.”

Satoru pushes the bottle towards you, but just as you’re going to grab the neck of the bottle he pulls back and looks at you with a quizzical brow. “Since when have you drank?”

You pull your arm back to hold the swings rope and answer nonchalantly. “I drink with my friends. But not a lot, just a cup or two. We like to drink and play games.”

Satoru’s eyebrows furrow as he shoots you a pointed look of disapproval. You know he can either try and be a big brother and lecture you, or it can go the other way and he’ll just drop the subject and let you be, but you don’t want to risk it and ruin this surprise visit so you lean forward and snatch the bottle from his hand.

“Now,” you change the subject. “Your friend is he cute? You haven’t shown me a picture!”

Satoru scoffs and sits on the ground across from you, and even then he still looks like a damn giant.

When did he get so damn tall?!

“As if I would ever present you to my best friend. He’s off limits, I told you already.”

You snicker and take a small drink to take it easy unlike, the guy across from you.

“Well, I’m still gonna meet him soon, so I don’t know why you’re bitching?” You clarify. “You should've brought him.”

“No!” Satoru exclaims. “And, he didn't want to come, he had some homework to do or whatnot. I don’t know, he was being responsible.”

“Ah.” You nod in comprehension and mindlessly twist around as you take another drink before it’s snatched from your hand by your brother's giant one.

“How’s it been here?” He makes sure to ask like he always tends to do now that he’s not living here anymore. “Is training going okay? Have they been going easy on you?”

You drop your head and shift the tip of your foot on the ground as you grow pensive.

What could you say? Training is harsh because they know your brother isn’t here to defend you? That you’ve been a total failure and suck at processing with your own damn technique that’s written in your damn being?

You can say all that and he’ll listen, but he’s only here for the night and you don’t want to dump all your problems on him, so you just share something lighthearted instead. “Mother and I have gone over to the Kamo house and while I've been there I have befriended one of them that’s my age. He’s very nice.”

Satoru’s face twists in displeasure at the sound of you and some guy he doesn’t know getting close. “Ew, why?”

He’s trying to be protective but he just sounds rude.

“Because I can have friends Satoru,” you snap back and kick your foot at him.

Satoru side-eyes you before surprising you and taking another large gulp.

“Oh, bro, take it easy, man,” you warn him with genuine concern.

Satoru flicks his wrist to brush you off. “It’s very sweet,” he dismisses you. “It’s good!”

“Hm—”

“We should prank call Suguru,” he suddenly blurts and stands up, casting a large shadow over you and only making your surroundings that much darker.

“What are we?” You remark full of judgment.

Satoru shoves the bottle in your hand and yanks out his phone from his pocket to quickly navigate through his phone.

You take this time to study him and can’t really tell if he’s drunk, he looks as goofy as usual. His smile is turning goofier than usual though, besides that he looks normal. Which is good, you don’t feel like getting in trouble for him getting drunk.

“Here, here,” he says in a hushed voice and hands you his phone that you almost drop because he’s not being careful. “Tell him…”

“Why me?!” You whisper sharply as if that man you’re talking to is nearby.

“Just do it!” Satoru snaps, making you pout at how snappy he’s being. “The phone is ringing he won’t know it’s me!”

“Hello?” A deep and soothing voice answers, making chills go down your spine and a giddy smile to flash on your lips.

“Hello,” you answer back and mock that generic woman's voice you hear in machines guiding you to do something, or in voicemail boxes not set up. “This is the county police department…”

“Good, good,” Satoru whispers in approval and winks at you, making you much more excited to be doing this.

“…calling on behalf of the detainee SATORU GOJO, to inform you that the bail to release the detainee from jail will be…”

“Ten thousand,” Satoru mouths and demonstrates the number with both hands.

It’s a ridiculous amount, but you can’t think of anything on the spot so you go with it. “…ten thousand dollars.”

Satoru snickers maliciously as he nods in agreement whilst you catch a surprised gasp at the other end, making you purse your lips together so as to not laugh.

“Answer yes if you agree to pay bail, or answer no and let this call end.”

“Uh,” Geto hesitates, and somehow this reaction makes Satoru totally ruin the prank by bursting out laughing like a maniac.

There’s no way Geto could’ve missed that!

“Oh,” you assume right as he answers with a deep annoyed breath. “It’s you…make sure to be back early Satoru, or you can find your own way back to the school—“ and just like that Geto hangs up the phone, making Satoru’s laugh die down, and his lips drop to a pout.

However, this time you burst out laughing and point at your brother frowning in defeat.

“He fell for it,” Satoru defends himself.

“Oh,” you gasp for air and drop your head to continue laughing. “This makes me want to meet him that much more. What a funny guy. Oh,” you laugh until your stomach hurts.

“Whatever,” Satoru grumbles and leans over to snatch the bottle. “He fell for it.”

Your laugh slowly dies down, but you keep your head down and smile softly at the ground while the swing slowly moves back and forth as you swing your feet.

You can fill the silence with more humorous suggestions and topics, but as Satoru quiets down you bask in the calmness of the night. It's refreshing, you feel a cool breeze on your face that fights off the summer heat that once overwhelmed you.

When you look up at the sky you see that it’s clear so the moon really gets to show off and provide more light besides the distant wall lights and the garden lights. Your parents or anyone else from your family is pestering you so it’s really relaxing.

“Do you think…I’ll really be the strongest?” Satoru breaks the silence to ask you a deep insecurity. Which is…it’s not rare for him to be vulnerable with you, he doesn’t seem to be scared or ashamed to be so open with you.

And he shouldn’t, there’s so much pressure on his shoulders since he was a kid because of what he was born with. It leaves no room in people’s hearts to really care about him in a deep sense, all they see is power and glory. But you, you care deeply about your brother.

“I know so,” you assure him of his doubts that are born from him drinking that sake. “Not only because it was written in the stars, or because everyone around you says it.”

You finally look down from the sky and meet his gaze reflecting a teary gloss that softens his intense blue eyes.

“I know you’ll be strong because you have the dedication because you have a strong heart.”

“What does that have to do with anything? What does it even mean?” He remarks and averts his gaze.

You sigh and shrug timidly. “I guess it means that you don’t give up, you keep going even if you could’ve given up and abandoned this fate with all the pressure that’s put on you,” you explain quietly as you grow flustered. “You’re smart too, and you keep wanting to learn even if everything at your feet. You’ll be strong because you’re cocky and always keep your head up high, you’re also very stubborn about failing.”

Satoru scoffs and slowly drags his eyes back up to you, and you continue softly so he knows you’re not joking even a bit.

“And I know that a lot of things come easy to you, but when it doesn’t you keep trying until you get it. And most importantly you’re fearless—“

“No,” he cuts you off and shakes his head. “I have fears, just like you. But I told you that it doesn't affect your strength.”

You offer him a soft smile, but before this can turn about you you focus back on him. “You’re also brave, the bravest person I know, and trust me I know, I have known since I was a little girl.” You say and swallow back thick emotions that begin to sting your throat. “And it’s because I know you that I know all I said is why you will be the strongest. I mean that’s what already makes you strong,” you finish with an endearing smile.

“Yeah,” he whispers. “I suppose you're right.”

He could’ve said thanks, but whatever, you still can’t help but smile.

A short silence then passes where he takes this time to really digest what you said, knowing that everything you just told him comes from the bottom of your heart. You could be malicious and just tell him what he wants to hear, you have every right to be that way with him with the way your family treats you compared to him, but you always pour out your heart and be genuine with him. He admires you for that.

“Hey, now that you’re here do you want to go watch a movie?” You suggest before he has a chance to black out with that bottle of sake. “I rented this comedy movie I’ve been dying to see.”

Satoru eyes flicker to you and since he can’t find a way to pour out his own heart and express his gratitude he smiles at you and nods in agreement. “Of course! But if I fall asleep, wake me up early before Suguru leaves me behind.”

You push yourself off the swing and shoot him a pointed look. “As if,” you quip. “Be responsible.”

“You sound like Suguru! And after I come all this way to visit you?!” He shouts dramatically.

You face him and nod. “Yes. Now whoever gets inside last…” you trail off to bolt away before he has a chance to win.

“Hey! You had a head start, no fair!” Satoru exclaims after you and doesn’t hesitate to bolt after you.

When you get inside he does end up winning though.

So much for your headstart, and damn his long ass legs!

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*NOW*

You want to go back to simpler times. You want to take Satori, Choso, Satoru, and everyone you love dearly and keep close to your heart with you and just live simple lives. You can still be a sorcerer, you can still carry that trauma, the bad memories of the past, all you want is not having to worry about Satoru’s fate…

He’s home…

“He ripped off that Shikgami’s tail,” Choso kind of shares with admiration. “Why am I surprised?”

“Because he keeps getting cooler,” Yuji blurts, making Choso’s face flash on a short jealousy that twinges in his very core.

A soft laugh manages to leave your lips before you hold Choso’s arm and whisper. “I think you’re cool.”

Choso meets your gaze and a smile tugs on the corner of his lips before you lean in and press your lips on his and give him a lingering kiss.

“Thank you again,” you whisper against his lips even if you already expressed your gratitude to him for being so caring and attentive. You just know that in your lifetime you will never actually get to express how grateful you really are for him not growing tired or asking for anything in return while dealing with you, and your rollercoaster of emotions today. You certainly will try though every moment you can. He deserves to hear it.

“For what?” He asks cluelessly.

You offer him a warm and loving gaze and respond sweetly. “For today. For everything.”

Choso opens his lips and you know he’s going to say some stoic shit like well, “of course, I’ll always look out for you, it’s nothing.” So instead you cut him off and give him another lingering kiss so you can both savor the sweet taste before you bask in the comfort of his presence and lay your head on his shoulder to focus back on the screens, catching Mahoraga swing his blade and hurl rubble at Satoru. However, nothing hits him due to his infinity technique.

A flash of hits proceeds to happen that go by too quickly for you to catch so the next thing you know Satoru is in front of the second shikigami, and swings his fist so hard and so fast that the shikigami doesn’t catch him. Instead, it gets punched, causing you to react with an entertained smirk.

“You’re nothin’ but a one-trick pony,” you hear Satoru quip. He then proceeds to use the air to back away from

Mahoraga’s swing, whilst keeping a distance from the other shikigami. He then moves one leg forward and one arm back to prepare to swing at Mahoraga, but then in the blink of an eye Mahoraga swings his mighty blade with a swift woosh, and the next thing you see is part of Satoru’s arm flying away after it was cut off.

It was…

And he’s not bleeding…

His arm…

“Satoru!” you cry out and shove yourself to your feet.

“Mahoraga used his slashes?!” Kusakabe cuts in with surprise.

You grab at your chest as it feels like you’re suddenly at a loss for air.

This could mean the end…

“He struck from range?!” Yuji exclaims. “Just like Sukuna?!”

All you can see is Satoru on the screens, you can’t see anyone around you, it’s like you can only focus on him. You can hear the others fine, but there’s darkness all around you and Satoru ahead, besides you’re numbing fear.

“This is bad!” Shoko bellows and only worsens you’re already panicked state—“Gojo’s healing ability is dropping!”

Your heart pounds in your ears, and just as you feel the blood in your veins rush and make your hands tremble, a large hand cups your shoulder, feeling like a warm sun that slowly radiates warmth all over your frozen and stiff body.

“My Love,” Choso whispers, and then in a very affectionate and soothing way speaks your name before he carefully attempts to assure you. “He can heal that arm. He’s strong enough to do that. He’s okay.”

You blink and look over your shoulder to meet Choso’s gaze, feeling that tunnel vision fade, but not feeling the terror ungrasp you, it digs its claws in you and keeps your hands trembling and your mind thinking you can’t breathe.

“It’s okay, just breathe, hm? He’s still alive,” Choso adds a lot more confidently now that he sees you’re not turning him away like before. “Breathe.”

He grabs both of your shoulders and turns you to face him so you can see him slowly draw in a deep breath and slowly push it out, making you mirror his actions until you’re not heaving.

“Good,” he murmurs and slides his hands up to caress your face before he drops his hands to walk you both back to your seat and focus back on the battle with one hand still hugging his.

However, perhaps it wasn’t such a great idea returning your focus back on the screen because you catch Satoru being hurled back by Sukuna’s kick, and landing right across the other shikigami. The moment the Shikigami's eyes land on Satoru, it lunges forward and throws its giant fist, but misses due to Satoru’s infinity, which is comforting. You can breathe at the fact that you’re brother isn't slammed with another mighty swing that could have pushed him closer to the end now that he also needs to grow back an entire fucking arm!

“Ya know, what I’ve been thinkin’?” Satoru blurts with a hint of craziness and cockiness mixed together. Maybe it’s because he just lost an arm—“you just don’t fit in with this crowd!”

Your lips part as a blue glowing orb forms around his hand before in a flash your brother is upon the shikigami with his fist buried in its gut.

Mahoraga falls in front of its lord master and makes it his priority to protect him as Satoru proclaims his dangerous words. “Maximum output Blue!”

Your eyes widen with glee as Satoru’s technique drags the shikigami across a building, cutting it in half with its tremendous power as it scrapes the wall. You think it’ll fly away further, but the orb stops past the building and seems to swallow the shikigami in before it bursts and blows the shikigami to pieces, leaving Sukuna and Mahoraga left on the battlefield once again. While Satoru—well Choso was right, you could’ve realized that if it wasn’t for your panic.

Regardless Satoru grows his arm back, and his intense eyes gleam while his lips widen to a smirk as he seems to be pumped with more exhilaration and adrenaline.

Something so clear as day that you can’t help but feel a trickle of that excitement rushing through your own blood after witnessing such a feat. And it seems that the exhilaration running through your brother fuels his thirst for blood because he quickly manages to get a swing on Mahoraga. And when the giant beast gets hit he does manage to keep his feet on the side of the building but he ends up sliding back, leaving Sukuna in front of Satoru.

This time the evil man can’t maneuver himself away, so your brother zooms to him and manages to snatch his wrist before he twists his body around and swings Sukuna with him before hurling him at Mahoraga.

Of course, the beast catches him and guards him from Satoru, but nothing stops your brother from slamming his fist in Mahoraga’s forearm so hard that the beast breaks through the building and hits the wall inside with Sukuna still in his arms like a mother would protect its child.

Satoru proceeds to surprise you by not following them inside, he stays outside and instead points his finger to the sky, and sets a deadly gaze on his opponents.

“Phase. Pāramitā. Pillars of light.”

“He’s chanting again,” you proclaim and sit up as straight as a board as you’re bombarded with a rush of heart-pounding anticipation.

Is he going to hit them with his technique?

What if they swerve him and he just wastes his cursed energy on destroying more property?

But no…your brother is smarter than that, right?

Please don’t waste your energy on shooting at them…

“Cursed technique reversal,” Satoru announces and stretches his arm out to shoot a blue glowing orb from his fingers that grows in size the further it gets in the sky.

“Mahoraga!” Sukuna barks out with panicked rage, making the beast break every window and crack his surroundings as he immediately bursts out of that building to chase after Satoru’s blue technique.

You would think Satoru would chase after him to stop Mahoraga from getting in the way, but you end up gasping when Satoru shoots out a red orb too, and finally clues you in on what he’s planning to do.

He’s planning to expel his hollow technique…But not at his opponents, there’s no single target, the target is everything.

This plan can kill him too. In the same way, Yuki was killed by her own black hole.

“This better work,” you mutter and gnaw on your nail while you bounce your leg.

You can think of 3 different alternatives; one it kills Sukuna and Mahoraga at the same time but Satoru dies with them too. Two, none of them die and just get heavily wounded. Or three, this plan kills both Sukuna and Mahoraga and leaves your brother as the winner…

You want the latter.

Nevertheless, you watch Satoru get in the way of Mahoraga before it could reach blue. And the moment Mahoraga notices your brother, he blocks his face with his blade to prevent getting hit, thus letting Satoru quickly counter him by instead slamming his fist into Mahoraga’s chin.

All while that is processing though, Sukuna uses the shadows to appear behind his guardian, Mahoraga, and claps his hands together to point the tip of his fingers at Satoru’s red.

“He’s gonna hit it with piercing blood,” Choso murmurs under his breath.

You let out a deep breath, and feel your heart clench in your chest as you watch a blood arrow shoot towards red.

Satoru doesn’t seem bothered by the action, instead, he finds his way towards Sukuna and punches him across his torso.

“Too slow,” Sukuna says nonchalantly when he straightens up completely unbothered.

Once again Satoru passes him an unphased look and parts his lips to chant again. “Phase. Twilight. The eyes of prajñā.”

The blood arrow was redirected and hits blue, but following the incantations Satoru activated its output, so piercing blood is absorbed, letting you let out a sigh of relief. Albeit small, but you still sigh.

“Nine ropes,” Satoru starts to chant again, rising the way your heart already pounds.

“Polarized light. Crow and Shōmyō. The gap between within and without.”

Amid his chanting Yuta calls out your name before he interjects sincerely. “I apologize. If a burden like me were out there, he wouldn’t have done this.”

“You just wanted to help Satoru, it’s okay,” you assure him and blink to look back at the screen, catching the last words before the big explosion.

“Hollow technique: Purple.”

Your breath catches, and you squint your eyes as a blinding explosion goes off silently for the first few seconds before the stereos shake the room with the deafening blast that destroys the city with its unbelievable power, leaving nothing but rubble…and two bodies left standing.

Sukuna. And Satoru!

Mahoraga is gone, turned to nothing but dust, which turns out to be a fourth alternative you didn’t think about. A good alternative.

“Good job,” you whisper to your brother from your seat, and can’t help but share your proud smile.

This can lead to the end…

“An unlimited purple not bound by any specific target. It even hit me!” Satoru’s smug voice echoes as he walks out of a cloud of dust with smoke rising off the wounds he suffered because of the blasts.

“But sure enough, there’s a difference in damage,” Satoru goes on and comes to a stop in front of a limping Sukuna missing a part of his arm, and covered in blood, and fresh scrapes. “I guess my cursed energy pool is just that huge. Welp, all’s well that ends well! I totally crushed the improv with that remote purple don’tcha think?”

“Come on kill him already,” Choso mutters impatiently, making you lean towards him with a happy smile.

“It’s Gojo who regained his reverse cursed technique output through those black flashes,” Kusakabe breaks the stunned silence that filled the room. “Versus Sukuna with slowed healing, no Mahoraga, and an inability to do a lick of damage without amplification.”

“Satoru is just that great,” you finally admit with no urgency to keep it a secret so Satoru wouldn’t hear it and grow his grande ego.

“Does this mean…” Yuji trails off with disbelief as he watches the screen wide-eyed.

“Yeah,” Kusakabe says. “Gojo wins.”

He just needs to execute a final technique and he will win.

Just do it.

Satoru takes a step forward, and you catch a snowflake falling on the other side of the screen. The first snow of winter finally started.

Soon you can come home with Satoru, Choso, Yuji, Kirara, Hakari, and Satori, and you’ll be able to enjoy the snow; tea, or hot cocoa while you watch a movie and stay warm inside. Soon you can go home together.

You can’t help but rejoice at that thought and smile faintly to yourself.

All Satoru needs is a finishing move…

Your body eases at that relieving thought, and you draw out a deep breath and blink. Albeit, as soon as you blink suddenly a sharp whoosh of wind comes out of the stereo followed by the fulsome sound of flesh being slashed.

You fixate your eyes on a different screen and…suddenly it feels like the air is knocked out of your lungs. You abruptly freeze and your jaw drops as your eyes widen in horror.

Your surroundings vanish as your focus forces you to just stare dumbfoundedly at the top half of Satoru’s body sliding off the bottom half of his body, and hitting the floor with an awful thud that manages to disrupt your ability to hear anything.

However, what you see can’t be true, it’s not true. Your brother is not gushing blood out of his mouth on the ground. One of his arms isn’t ripped off him and on the ground across from him. He’s not lying still on the cold ground. That’s not him, it’s not real. It’s a cruel joke.

This isn’t real…

Yet no matter how much you want the screen to change to your brother ending this fight and winning, the image of Sukuna standing proudly over his lifeless body doesn’t change. So you squeeze your eyes shut and drop your head to wish for it to change back. You plead under your breath with unknowing tears rushing down your cheeks.

Choso stands in front of you and grabs your shoulders to try and aid in your distress, but you’re actually not aware of his touch, you can’t hear him repeatedly say your name as if he’s pleading for your life, you sit frozen pleading that none of this is true.

You want this to be a dream.

You want to go back. You don’t want to feel your heart breaking again. Not again. You want to go back to your family home, back when you were young because you were unaware of the anguish life had in store for you, because then Satoru still had his life ahead of him. You want to go back home…

“Please, please,” you repeat like a broken record.

Choso shakes you and finally breaks you away from the clutches of your numbing shock. You meet his gaze and see his soft and pretty brown eyes full of pity and anguish. Not for what just happened, but for you and your pain.

“Listen to me, my love, listen to me,” he murmurs and slides his hands up to grab your cheeks and try to talk you down so you can go on with the plan you have, but it’s at the feeling of his soft touch against your rigid body that you feel the sharp waves of your heart-shattering. You feel your entire being slowly wither as you realize what happened to the brother you love.

Death took him. Death took your home, your only older brother Satoru. The man who loved you when your family gave you the cold shoulder is gone. He’s not breathing no matter how long you watch in wait. He’s gone…and you can’t breathe now.

You grab at Choso’s arms for support as you gasp for air, but the weight of your anguish pushes you off your seat and knocks you down to your knees.

“Just look at me,” Choso tries to help you. He calls your name and tries to hold you up, but you slip from his hold and fall on your hands and knees to try and find a way to breathe from there.

But to no avail, you don’t feel the relief of a fresh breath running through your lungs, your mind repeats the sound of the deadly slash cutting through Satoru’s body. The image of his bleeding and lifeless body on the cold ground tortures you, sending waves of pain throughout your body that shoves you further into an abyss.

How can you be here again? First Suguru, Kiyoshi, the twins, Nanami, and Yuki.

How can you be here again?

You don’t want to feel grief's heavy shawl again. You don’t want to feel it again. You don’t want Satoru to be…gone.

You plead desperately again as you beg for a breath, leaving yourself unaware of your surroundings until Choso’s grasp startles you as he pulls you up, and pins your arms to your side.

You think he’s going to make you hold his gaze again and try to talk you down, but this time he pulls you against him and protectively wraps his arms around you to squeeze you against him with a tight force that washes you over with comfort.

So much in fact that you finally let yourself breathe as you cling onto him as if he’s life support.

“Choso,” your voice quivers.

Choso caresses the back of your head and presses a gentle kiss on the side of your head as he coos, “I know. I know. I’m here.”

You dig your nails into his back and dig your face in the crook of his neck.

“I’m sorry,” you croak into his neck as your tears soak his flesh.

“It’s okay,” he tries to soothe you.

But you’re restless, you pull back and face him. Choso brings his hands up and cups your cheeks. “I’m sorry,” his whisper breaks. “I’m so sorry, my love.”

You grab his hands and shake your head. “No, no. Don’t say that. Please…don’t say that,” you beg with streaks of tears rushing down your face. “Please, Choso…you have to do something…please honey. Please.”

Choso swallows thickly and tears form in his eyes. Before he can only step on the shattered pieces of your heart you keep going as if trying to persuade him. “I can’t tell Satori, I can’t tell her someone else she loves is dead.”

Choso wipes your tears with his thumbs and presses his forehead against yours to talk to you like that because he knows this touch is comforting for you as much as it is for him.

“My love,” he murmurs and gently speaks your name with sadness clinging to his voice. Sadness and comfort.

Yet as much as he wants that to help, it’s no use. His voice registers in your mind, but bloody images of your brother's body flashes in your mind and it’s like getting slammed with that realization for the first time all over again.

This time though there’s no struggle to breathe, this time you don’t try to fight the truth before you. You know the truth, you feel it torturing you without mercy. This time as you slip your grasp from Choso, and drop to your hands and knees you let out a heartbroken wail that silences everyone and makes everyone be hit with another wave of anguish.

Hakari, Kirara, and Yuji see you shaking and sobbing, and the only person who can manage to say something is Hakari. Kirara is too stunned, and Yuji is also still processing what he just saw.

“Master,” Hakari calls out.

You press your lips together and swallow back a thick lump of stinging emotions before you meet Hakari’s stricken gaze. You want to say something, but you can’t find anything comforting to say. You want to tell him you’ll be okay, but that’s not true, so you can’t even form the words in your head. Tears escape you again as another wave of anguish strikes you.

“It’s not the end,” Hakari's words hit your ears.

You’re left speechless with his words repeating in your head and finding some resolve. But not enough, it threatens to slip away until Choso swoops in and grabs your cheeks to lift your head and face him.

He says your name in a gentle and soothing way that makes you melt in his grasp and cry more.

“I know you just want to be here and cry,” he says, “but we need you. We need you to be strong. I need you to be strong. I know it sounds impossible, but Hakari’s right, it's not the end. There’s still plans to see through. People need you to do your part. Do you hear me?”

You hold his gaze and don’t say anything, so he enforces himself and slides one hand down to place it over your heart like you did with him when you first met and you told him for the first time that he was human. You were the first person to tell him that, you were the first person to help him feel human.

Now he’s the first person to break through your grief.

“It hurts I know,” he whispers against you as he uses his other thumb to caress your cheek. “But I need you to fight.”

You blink repeatedly and slowly lay your hand over his hand that he has pressed against your beating heart.

“Fight for him,” he says words to try and comfort you and fuel your motivation in a way he knew how. “Fight for your brother. Avenge him. And let's finish what he started.”

You nod as the words slowly sink in.

“Stand up and fight. Stand up and help Okkotsu finally get rid of Noritoshi Kamo. Fight my love so you can home to your girl. For him, your brother Satoru Gojo.”

“And you.” You say hoarsely.

Choso blinks repeatedly in disbelief and for now he pushes away how flustered you make him to comfort you. “Hm. Get up and fight. You’re strong. You have a strong heart. So live on, we need you.”

That’s right, isn’t it?

You have a duty, plans to see through to bring an end to this horror. As much as you want to curl up and cry, you can’t, you have to do as Choso says. You have to fight.

You have to get up and kill Kenjaku so you can then kill that bastard Sukuna.

You will be his demise. You will be death. Again.

“Okay,” you mutter to Choso.

Choso lets out a deep breath and offers you a gentle smile before he presses a sweet and short kiss on your lips.

“Don’t leave me okay?” You plead more than you ask.

“Never,” he promises from the bottom of his beating heart, and seals that promise with another kiss before he helps you to your feet.

And the moment you get up Shoko softly calls your name, pulling your attention to her standing close, and getting welcomed with another wave of grief as you see her own in her eyes and the tears that pool within them

Nothing is said about what happened and who you lost, but you both know you share the same deep ache just by staring into each other's soul, so you seek comfort in each other's embrace.

“Yuta’s waiting for you, okay?” Shoko says and doesn’t verbally touch on the other matter, you can’t speak on it because you’ll fall deeper into the abyss, and this time she’ll be dragged with you. That’s why you share that grief with the embrace, and when you pull back you speechlessly share your condolences in between your gleaming gazes.

“You better come back,” she says as she grabs onto you with a fear of letting go. “Please.”

She’s lost just as much, making you the last person she has close to her heart.

“I will,” you assure Shoko. “I swear.”

Shoko lets out a deep sigh and nods softly before she lets you go, letting you walk to Hakari standing close by.

“I believe in you Kinji,” you share a bit more tenderly than you intended. You wanted to be motivational considering when you come back he’ll be fighting Uraume. But oh well you don’t regret sounding too affectionate even if you are around his friends. “You have luck, and most importantly strong will. Just don’t play stupid.”

Hakari scoffs and nudges your arm. “Never. Not in my game.”

You share a soft laugh before you offer him a tender smile. “I’m proud of you. I just need you to know that. I’m proud of you, and Kirara,” you also mention them and glance over at them with the same affectionate look. “Fight hard, the both of you. And most importantly stay alive or I will drag you back just to scold you.”

Kirara chuckles before they close the gap between you with an embrace.

You’re taken back by the gesture even if you’re used to it by them, but feeling them embrace you without needing to ask for one and with an immeasurable amount of affection always surprises you.

“I’ll make it back,” you assure them as you return their embrace. “Kenjaku will hardly be an obstacle if all goes according to plan.”

“We’ll be counting on your return, master,” they whisper before they mumble, “I’m sorry for what happened.”

Your hand stiffens for a moment, but you then realize that you can’t just freeze and break down at the mention of your brother. Not right now, so you let out a shaky breath and pull back to grab their shoulders. “Be careful Kira.”

You look over at Hakari and direct the same thing at him. “You be careful too.”

“Always,” he winks at you and shoots you a smirk.

You scoff with amusement before you back away and turn to face Choso and Yuji.

Now you know you don’t have time to spare, but you have to get your point across to Yuji, so before saying your goodbyes to Choso, you instead approach his brother who is caught by surprise as he didn’t expect you to get so close.

“Listen,” you don’t take time to warm up to him. “You have a gift, Yuji, and great strength. Don’t let Sukuna tell you otherwise. But,” you add seriously while you carefully grab one of his arms and pierce your serious gaze into him so he can engrave what you say in his soul. “With this power and strength might come a responsibility that will fall on your shoulders. I wouldn’t want it to be up to you, and I know Choso doesn’t want it either, but if it falls on you, listen to your heart,” you say and point at his chest. “And your mind. Don’t get discouraged, it might happen, but fight and listen and you’ll know what to do. And whatever you choose it will be okay, it doesn’t make you any less strong. Hm?”

Yuji’s eyes soften and he doesn’t respond, but he offers you a grateful smile as he nods in comprehension.

“Good,” you say and pat his shoulder. “Be careful out there all right?”

“You too,” he redirects sweetly, making you offer him an assuring smile before you turn away from him and approach Choso, choosing to immediately meet him with an embrace.

“Please be careful,” he tells you with worry that makes his voice quiver. “Please.”

Now that you’re in his arms you lose that confidence you held for the kids and shed tears. “Please live,” you press him too. “Please. I don’t want to raise these babies without you.”

Choso pulls back to grab your face and try and comfort you the best way he can even if he’s uncertain of the future. “I promise I will fight to stay by your side. I swear it. You will not raise the twins alone.”

You lean into his touch and gently grab his wrist. “I love you,” you murmur as you hold his soft brown eyes.

A smile spreads on his face and doesn’t hesitate to say it back. “I love you.”

You offer him a wobbly grin and lift your head off his hand to slide your hand over to grab the sides of his neck and assure him of something that’s been irritating him. “When I come back I will come with a piece of Noritoshi. I will avenge you, your brothers, and your mother.”

Without saying anything and making the unbelievable possible he falls deeper in love with you at the promise of revenge for him and those he deeply cherishes.

“I give you my word,” you press and manage to smirk. “Our kids will be able to live their lives without fearing your father.”

You will also get justice for the fact that Kenjaku took Suguru’s body, and killed Yuki, but you don’t tell Choso those parts. You keep it to yourself.

“You will find peace without him roaming this earth,” you finish making him grin.

“I love you,” he asserts proudly before he leans in and crashes his lips on yours to take you in for a passionate and lingering goodbye kiss.

You almost don’t intend to pull away, but you can’t stay here a moment longer, so even if it pains you, you pull back, leaving yourselves connected by a string of saliva that he wipes off.

“I’ll make my way back,” you add one more ounce of comfort before you leave him with a peck on his lips and then walk to Okkotsu patiently waiting for you.

Before you can reach him albeit, you dig your hand into your pocket and pull out your beloved Worm cursed spirit.

“Let’s get Suguru back,” you tell him confidently as he stretches himself so you cling him on your shoulders before you walk out with Okkotsu leading the way.

You’re an unlikely pair, but it’s what has to happen to kill Kenjaku.

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*GOJO. WHERE? UNKNOWN*

A morbid silence set upon the group of men as Satoru finally really, deeply processed what happened, how the end of his life came to be.

And he knows that there isn’t anything that could’ve been done to avoid his fate, not when it came to someone like Sukuna, but…he’s dead now. Gone!

His mind is racing with that reality, and he badly wants to share it all to make sense of the whole thing, but he also already said all he needed to say with his friends, so he’s stuck just listening to his mind make sense of the craziness that is dying.

That is until one person comes to mind, someone he hasn’t talked about, someone that now weighs down on his heart; you.

Dying without regrets is something he wants to stick to, so he won’t regret dying and leaving you, but if he could change things he would make it so he wouldn’t have left you. After all, he promised he’d protect you, didn’t he? Now that he’s gone he can longer do that…

Just like he can no longer see Satori or the other kids you are going to have. He can no longer make up for lost time, or really make up for leaving that day 11 years ago. He can’t do anything with you anymore, he can only talk about you.

“So,” he rolls out casually and slowly glances over at Suguru. “Your wife…” he trails off and Suguru blinks before setting his gaze on Satoru and directing him a questioning look.

“What about her?” Suguru asks cautiously.

Satoru huffs as he nods slowly. “11 years huh?”

Suguru narrows his gaze and starts to predict where this could go. “Yeah—”

“Thanks for the invite to your wedding by the way,” Satoru just cuts him off, making Suguru huff. “I would’ve liked to be there to walk my sister down the aisle.”

“If it’s any consolation I didn’t get invited either,” Nanami interjects with a small smile.

“Me neither,” Haibara cuts in and jokes around, making all three men look at him and snicker before the focus is drifted back on the topic.

“Anyway—”

“Anyway,” Suguru cuts Satoru off now. “You know why you weren’t invited so please just drop it.”

Satoru parts his lips to argue, but there’s no point because Suguru is right…he wasn’t invited because you didn’t talk with him, you were still mad at him, so whatever, he’ll leave it be. Now albeit! Off to something else.

“Great kid, by the way, she really has spirit.”

Satoru smiles and at the same time he swallows thickly as he thinks about you having to tell Satori he’s gone; She’s going to be so sad…

When he looks over at Suguru however before he can feel anguish, he sees that Suguru is hunched over, with his head on his hand, and his face covered so it's impossible to see his reaction on the matter.

“Yeah,” Suguru whispers softly. “She takes after her mother.”

Satoru keeps looking at Suguru to wait for a small expression, but Suguru keeps his face hidden.

“You…did good raising her, she’s a good kid,” Satoru adds. “A lot nicer than her mother.”

Suguru finally raises his head and when Satoru’s eyes set on him he sees that there’s tears welled in his brown eyes. But even still, Suguru makes sure to correct him. “It wasn’t just me who raised her,” he says, and then says your name too as a reminder of who was also there to raise his beloved daughter. “We raised her together.”

“Well,” Satoru says softly. “You guys did good…I mean it surprised me that she knew about me.”

A smile finally breaks on Suguru’s features, a soft one filled with longing. “Thanks, and…she never wanted you to be a stranger to Satori. We would tell her stories and so would Nanami. Besides everything else, your sister never stopped loving you. When Satori was born…I would see how much she wanted you to be a part of her life again.”

The ache in Satoru's heart was already deep enough, and now hearing this?

He almost wants to cry but he doesn’t let himself do so, instead, he just smiles sadly at the ground.

“Did you know that Satori talks to me every night,” Suguru lets Satoru know with a hint of sorrow but also joy. “It doesn’t matter if she’s feeling really tired, or if it's past her bedtime, and she doesn’t care where she is, she always talks to me before she goes to bed…” Suguru pauses and drops his head again, this time the tears are obvious as Satoru watches them fall on the ground.

“She tells me about her day, what made her mad or sad. She tells me about what tooth she lost or if her mother was sad or mad. She…never forgets about me…”

“I know,” Satoru whispers as he keeps his eyes set on him. “My sister never lets her forget. And she tells me too—she would tell me too.”

Suguru swallows thickly and nods while his smile never leaves his face. “I try to visit her in her dreams. She always gets happy…it will never be the same as actually seeing her, but…for a moment it feels like I’m with her again….I miss her. I miss the both of them…” he whispers in a way that Satoru would’ve missed if he wasn’t so close.

Satoru would’ve also missed the tears that still fell from Suguru’s cheeks.

And seeing him so upset over something he can only long for now made him feel the need to comfort his best friend, but he just stays in his seat and feels bad without consoling his friend. Instead, he interjects with something else. In hopes that would help. “Well, your wife is married to a short man with blood manipulation.”

Behind him, Nanami shares a judgmental click of his tongue, not to be aimed at Choso or you, but it was for Satoru’s abrupt and thoughtless change in subject.

Yet Satoru doesn’t care, he goes on to complain. “I mean it wasn't even a year since you died and she married him.”

Suguru wipes the tears off his cheeks and slowly sits up with his eyes still averted. “Yes,” he says bluntly. “I know.”

Satoru leans forward abruptly. “Does that not make you mad? I mean, my sister, your wife is with another man. Whom she’s having babies with!”

Suguru shoots him a pointed glare. “You didn’t even like me and your sister together, Satoru, why do you care now?”

Satoru sputters and then scoffs and counters. “I was just looking out for you and her. You’re my best friend and she’s my sister, I didn’t want either of you to get hurt. I didn’t want to potentially face any of that trouble. And I care now because, I don’t know, it feels like she hasn’t processed you or what happened. Her fear of being alone let her get carried away before she could even process what happened.”

Suguru meets his gaze with a hardened glare and makes sure Satoru sees his frustration and disappointment for what he just said about you.

“You don’t really know your sister do you?” He retorts.

Satoru opens his mouth but Suguru interjects before he can say something stupid. “Your sister loves her children the way she wanted to be loved. She hates the way they taught her to hate. And she grieved me with every fiber of her being. I saw her, I would see her cry every night. I saw how depressed she got, how she hid it from the girls, from you. I saw her not value her life, she contemplated dying to ease the ache. So seeing her be happy, seeing someone make her smile is not something I’m mad about, I’m glad. All I want is for her to be happy, it sounds cliche, but it’s true because I love her, why would I want her to be miserable?”

Okay yeah, Satoru deserved that one. After all, he wants you to be happy too. He didn’t really see how hurt you were, maybe that’s why it was so easy to make assumptions and be mad for someone else.

He also never let himself see how much Suguru loved you, and how much you loved him. Sure running off with him required some kind of affection, but a part of him took you leaving with Suguru as some desperate move because you had no one else to go to. But once again he’s been proven wrong and learning again that you loved each other for real and a lot deeper than he ever considered.

However, there can’t be anything done about it now. Not even regret, so he decides to press Suguru one time. For the hell of it. “It doesn’t mean you can’t be jealous. You’re not even a little mad that your wife is with someone else?”

Suguru holds his gaze for a moment with a look of annoyance and disbelief at what was just said. However, he then drops his head and sighs. “Yes, I’m jealous that my wife is married to someone else…but it’s not like she can wait on someone that’s already dead. I can’t—”

“That’s all I wanted to hear,” Satoru cuts him off smugly as he sits back in his seat. “Don’t bore me with sappy shit.”

“You’re annoying,” Suguru grumbles and turns away. “Besides you killed me hence taking me away from my wife and my daughter,” Suguru is not afraid to say, making Satoru snap his head towards Suguru and gasp.

Yet there’s nothing that can be said, it’s true. As much as it hurts him, it’s true so he takes it.

Instead, he adds one more thing filled with sorrow. “I really hurt her now didn’t I?”

Suguru shifts in his seat and nods. “She knows that nothing could’ve been done to prevent what happened, but yes, you really hurt her this time.”

Satoru scratches the back of his head and whispers under his breath. “Damn it.”

A/N- I hope you guys liked it!! And thanks to @adrlsbbdbd for giving me the idea to add a Suguru and Satoru convo!!

Tagged- @deniseabad1928 @secondary-character-25 @starlightanyaaa @notsaelty @d4rno @moonnime @kodzukein @yozora7154 @heijihattorisgf @elegantweirdorchest @natakina

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the-final-sif · 1 year ago

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One of the things I think people as a whole don't understand about the internet today is that so much of what's wrong/dangerous/flawed about the internet exists because so much of the internet started as one person's hobby they built in their spare time or as a specific task for a specific function that was just useful/functional enough that literally everyone started using it. There's tons of biases built into the modern internet and some of that is carelessness but a lot of it is... just like. This was invented by a group of grad students fucking around for a few weeks. How the fuck were they supposed to know it'd be become the global standard and that nobody would bother to address or change these things?

Like, the whole reason that the US government gets the ".gov" domain name is because this entire system was invented in the US primarily for use in universities. Under the original system, you had to phone in to talk to the center who owned the list, tell them what name you wanted and then a person would type your name/ip onto the list attached to a nickname much like a phonebook. Then people slowly figured out domains and maintaining domain registries. And then the system became useful enough that more of the US started using it, and then people realized "oh shit, other countries want to use this too, guess we need to figure that out".

The "world wide web" or the thing we all know as the internet (and the reason that every website you visit has www in front), was invented originally by one dude trying to make his own job easier (Tim Berners-Lee). He thought it was pretty cool and shared it, and he was one guy who only spoke English and was just doing what he thought was going to work.

Like, this is a very lighthearted article talking about him, but I think it illustrates the point really well,

Sir Tim Berners-Lee, the creator of the World Wide Web, has confessed that the // in a web address were actually "unnecessary". He told the Times newspaper that he could easily have designed URLs not to have the forward slashes. "There you go, it seemed like a good idea at the time," he said. He admitted that when he devised the web, almost 20 years ago, he had no idea that the forward slashes in every web address would cause "so much hassle". His light-hearted apology even had a green angle as he accepted that having to add // to every address had wasted time, printing and paper.

via "sorry for the slashs"

We have an entire internet and infrastructure built rather haphazardly but also in such a way that going back and trying to change or fix things either requires an insane amount of work or could render vast swaths of the prior internet inaccessible.

Like, I think everyone here remembers Flash getting shut down and how much of childhood games got wiped off the generally accessible internet and relegated to projects like Flashpoint. It was really hard to see, but Flash was also a project started in 1996 (or 1993 if you count the OG version that turned into flash) that was supposed to be for a limited set of use cases, and not the medium on which major parts of the internet would run. By the time Adobe shut it down, Flash was incredibly dangerous with the constant risks of malware, it was buggy, slow, and there were a million better programs. It had to be killed to make way for better things, but because of how the internet was built, that death came at a pretty high cost.

So if you're ever wondering why it feels like the web is a bunch of dominoes ready to fall down at any time, it's because it is. And it does. And so many people spend so much of their time combating all the problems created by using systems that were never intended to handle everything they are currently handling because the alternative is a task of monstrous undertaking that would almost certainly turn decades of history to dust.

#sif speaks #internet culture #internet security #idk I just like #see people talking about the internet in such a way that shows they do not understand it #like I'm pretty sure the vast majority of people these days could not describe the difference between the internet and #www #and like #that says a lot

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aanoia · 2 years ago

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Reunions and Goodbyes

Peter Quill x reader

Summary; after your best friend disappeared you made a name for yourself with the help of the Avengers, what happens when you accidently find said best friend again? But in space?

Words; abt 1,300

Warnings; death 😋, not proofread

I kinda hate this but kinda love it but kinda want to burn it at the stake. Yk?

Btw yalls can manipulate metal, like magneto, but cooler

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“We might uh, um turn! Turn! Turn!” Peter P. said as the ship ran into a demolished building, causing the whole thing to shake.

“Oh Lord.” I mumbled under my breath forcing a piece of metal to lower itself in front of me and steadying myself. Peter P. grunted as we crashed onto the ground, Stephen doing his best to steady us.

The ship came to a stop and I took a breath of relief, letting go of the metal as Peter P. hung upside down on his web.

“Let me just say, if aliens wind up implanting eggs in my chest or something and I eat one of you, I’m sorry.”

I shook my head with a laugh.

“I do not want another single pop culture reference out of you for the rest of the trip, you understand?”

“Uh, he’s just trying to tell us someone is coming.” I warned and Peter P. nodded.

“Thank you, Y/n.” He thanked me as a little metal ball rolled in between us. In just a moment it exploded, sending us backwards. I grunted as I hit the ground and looked up to see two red eyes coming in from the fog, followed by silhouettes of other people.

A big one yelled and threw knives at Stephen, who blocked them with his shield, making the man scream in anger before getting tackled by Cape. The one with red eyes began shooting while flying up in the air, Tony following after him, his mask now on. Tony shot a blast at the guy who dodged it but ran into a piece of metal I placed next to him.

“Ah!” I heard Peter P. screech and I looked to him to see an alien girl leaning over him, her tendrils glowing. “Woah woah woah, please don’t put your eggs in me!” He shot her with webs causing her to yelp in surprise before the red eyed guy kicked Peter down.

Tony took Capes spot above the man as the guy with red eyes held onto Peter P. from behind, a gun pointed to his head. I held my hands up, hood covering my eyes as metal flew around me, aiming at both the red eyed and the big guy.

“Everybody stay where you are, chill the f out!” He brought his hand up and his mask retracted. I shivered as a sudden wave of familiarity filled my body. Do I know this guy? “I’m gonna ask you this one time, where is Gamora?”

“Yeah, I’ll do you one better!” Tony said as his mask also retracted. “Who’s Gamora?”

“I’ll do you one better, why is Gamora?” The big one said from beneath Tony. I looked at Stephen who looked just as confused as me.

“Tell me where the girl is or I swear to you I’m gonna french fry this little freak.”

“Woah, watch your tone there, man.” I told him, waving the metal in the air. His eyes flashed with something unrecognizable, but I ignored it.

“Let’s do it. Shoot my guy and I’ll blast him! Let’s go!” Tony threatened.

“Do it Quill! I can take it!” The big man said and my stance faltered. Quill?

“No! He can’t take it!” An alien looking girl I didn’t even realize was there yelled.

“She’s right. You can’t.” Stephen said calmly.

“Oh, yeah? You don’t wanna tell me where she is? That’s fine! I’ll kill all four of you and I’ll beat it out of Thanos myself!” He pushed the gun harder against Peter P.’s head. “Starting with you.

“Wait what?” Stephen asked. “All right, let me ask you this one time. What master do you serve?”

I snorted, “What is he supposed to say, Jesus?” I said as red eyes guy said the same thing, just with “I” instead of "he.” He looked at me with wide eyes.

“Woah, weird.” Peter P. mumbled.

“Wait, you’re from Earth?” Tony asked.

“Not from Earth, I’m from Missouri.”

“Hey, that’s where Y/n’s from.” Peter said quietly, but apparently only I heard him as everyone continued talking.

“Yeah, that’s on Earth, dipshit. What are you hassling us for?”

“Wait, so you’re not with Thanos?” Peter asked shakily.

Red eyed guy looked at Peter P. incredulously, “With Thanos? No, I’m here to kill Thanos. He took our gir- wait, who are you?”

Peter’s mask retracted. “We’re the Avengers, man.”

“You’re the ones Thor told us about!” The alien girl said and the red eyes guy looked at me in thought.

“You know Thor?” Tony asked.

“Yeah, tall guy, not that good looking.” Red eyes guy said, not breaking his gaze. “Needed saving.”

“Where is he now?” Stephen asked.

My metal dropped to the floor with a loud bang, making everyone jump.

“Y/n?” Peter P. asked and I lowered my hood, looking straight at red eyes guy with teary eyes.

I walked closer to him, my heart thumping heavily.

“What is it? Y/n?” Tony asked.

“Peter?” I whispered to red eyes guy who stared intently at me.

His eyes widened, “Y/n?” He whispered back.

“They know each other?” Peter P. asked Tony and Stephen who shrugged, just as lost as him.

I laughed in relief and tackled him in a hug, squeezing tightly as a few stray tears left my eyes. It had been years since I had last seen him. We were eight. He disappeared right after his mother died and I never fully recovered. It had been a while, and we were only eight and it was so dumb, but I loved him so much.

“I can’t believe you’re alive.” I said to him quietly, finally letting go to look at him. “What happened to you?”

“I was literally abducted by aliens.” he said and I laughed.

“What’s going on?” Tony asked.

“I know this guy. He’s a good guy.” I told him, not providing an explanation on purpose.

Tony nodded, knowing it was pointless to pry. I would tell him when I was ready.

“Okay, have your little reunion thing, I’m gonna make a plan.” He said and walked off with Stephen.

“So you’re telling me that after you left you literally joined a superhero team with Captain freaking America?”

I laughed, “You work with a tree! And a racoon!”

“Speaking of, I hope you and Rocket get to meet. I feel like he’d like you.”

“I hope I can meet all of your new friends.”

Peter Q. grabbed my hand, “I’ve really missed you, Y/n. You’re the reason I almost came back to Earth so many times.”

“I’ve missed you too, Peter.” I said and he leaned in slowly. My eyes flickered down to his lips as fast footsteps came towards us.

“Y/n! Help! He’s gonna kill me!” Peter P. said, out of breath as the big guy, who I now know is Drax, ran behind him. I laughed loudly before looking back at Peter Q.

“Sorry, sister from another mister duty calls, Peter Q. Gotta go save my brother.” I said and stood up, quickly pressing a kiss to Peter Q’s cheek before running after Peter P. and Drax.

Bonus

“Peter! No!” I yelled with teary eyes as Peter Q. began turning to dust. I ran up to him, placing my hand on his slowly disintegrating cheek. “No, I just got you back!” I cried.

“I love you, Y/n/n.” he whispered before disintegrating. I cried harder at the use of the nickname he gave to me when we were si

I heard the other Peter cry and desperately beg for help, I turned around quickly, running over to the other Peter who was laying down while holding tightly onto Tony.

“No, not you too.” I said, holding tightly onto his hand.

“I don’t wanna go, I don’t wanna go.” He said over and over and I shushed him through my own tears, gently pushing his hair from his face.

“Shh, it’s gonna be okay, Peter. You’re gonna be okay, alright?” I said and softly hummed him his favorite song. The notes turned into sobs as he disappeared, not paying attention as yet another person I loved disappeared, leaving only Tony, Nebula, and I. All alone.

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writingdevil · 4 months ago

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Precious [Hermittober24 Day Eleven]

(Prompt list created by @collierose1 )

(Warning-Blood,death,violence)

"Jellie!Jellie!Where are you?"

Scar sighed as he wheeled himself further through the empty streets,the streetlights illuminating his way,but not showing him where his precious cat was.

He knew he shouldn't of left the window open,but to be fair,Jellie wasn't normally known to jump out and chase something in the middle of the night.But apparently,something special caught her attention tonight.

Scar wasn't particularly worried about never finding Jellie-he knew that she'd always come back to him, but the thought of going to sleep while she was just prowling the streets,didn't sit right with him,so he took to finding her,if only to ease his mind.

His head kept spinning from side to side,desperate to see a patch of furry grey or white,but it was as if Jellie had dipped into the shadows,for the streets were as empty as they were silent.

"Jellie!"he hissed,not wanting to wake up too many people,"If you come out now,I'll give you a treat."He was lying.He hadn't thought to bring treats until he was already halfway down the road,and he wasn't bothered to turn back now.

Crash!

But it seemed lying had been the way to go,as it always was.

He head spun to the right,where a dark alleyway greeted him.The alleyway wasn't completely filled with stuff,but there were a handful of trash bags and boxes of junk lying around,so it wasn't too farfetched to think Jellie was rifling around in there.

Relief began to blossom in his chest,the thought of finally being able to go to bed being the main reason.He quickly got closer to the alleyway,trying to look for anything that appeared to be moving from outside it,but then he sighed,finding nothing but an awful smell.

"Hey,man,what's a guy like you doing out here so late?"

Make that two awful things.

Scar sighed,really too tired to be dealing with all of this,but still turned himself around,stretching his exhausted face to a bright smile,as he ended up staring at three smirking men.

None of them had any weapons on them,but judging by the air of cockiness about them,they probably didn't think they needed to.

The one in the middle spoke first,hands casually stuffed into his hoodie pockets,"What's going on, man?"

"Oh,nothing much,gentlemen.I'm just trying to find my pet that ran off.Say,have any of you seen a grey and white cat around here?"

The two other guys chuckled,not believing him for a second,and the one in the middle even playfully nudged one with his elbow,as if to say,'Is this guy for real?' But Scar does a lot of things that confuses others,so he didn't really care much.

"No,sorry dude,haven't seen one."

"Ah,well I guess I should keep looking.Have a nice night gentlemen."

Scar flashed them a cheerful smile as he attempted to turn around and keep looking,but then suddenly, the guy in the middle took a step forward,almost shrouding Scar in the darkness of his shadow.

"Why don't you hand over your wallet there,pal?You're clearly more worried about your mangy cat than it."

Scar's smile slightly shook with fury at the way he talked about his Jellie,but he remained calm as he looked the man in the eye and said,"Sorry,but I seem to be looking at the only mangy thing in this alleyway."

He'll admit,he probably shouldn't have insulted him.But he was tired,and irritated,and worried,and to be fair-he's had a knife against his throat for much smoother lines.

Scar breathed in deeply,feeling the cool metal against him,causing goosebumps to ripples along his skin.But he kept smiling,and looking the man in the eye,who was now sneering down at him.

"Give us your fucking money,or we'll slit your mangy throat."

Scar opened his mouth to say something witty,but then he caught movement from behind the men, and he felt a weight leave his chest,despite the situation,at the sight of Jellie walking up behind the men,an intensity in her eyes that Scar loved to see.

Then Scar began to chuckle,just loud enough for it to echo through the alleyway,and he saw the two other lackeys giving each other nervous glances.

"Oh,you boys have made such a big mistake."

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"Scar shrugged casually."People have theories,my friends have given up trying to figure it out.But none of that matters right now."

"Why?!"

Scar smirked,staring up at the poor fool and feeling his grip trembling while holding the knife,and drinking in the fear in his eyes.

"Because I just found my cat.Jellie!"

Scar called her name in an almost singsong tone,as if merely calling her for dinner,and in a way,he was.

The three men whirled around as Jellie let an animalistic howl out,so loud that it vibrated against the walls.Jellie ran up to them,but the closer she got,the bigger she got,until she was almost the same width of the alleyway,and twice the height of the idiots threatening Scar.

Sharp fangs poked out of her mouth,and she grew claws so sharp that it could slice through stone easily-Scar's seen it happen.But the most mesmerising-or terrifying,in this case-were her eyes.They were such a piercing green that it brightened up the entire alleyway,illuminating the absolute lovely terror on the mens faces,and right now?Those eyes were filled with murder.

Jellie roared,and slammed her paw against one of the men,crushing him against the wall and he popped,the walls covered in bright red,and some blood even splattered against the other two.

Scar rolled his eyes at the annoying screaming of the other two,but thankfully,the one with the knife selflessly put a stop to that-by shoving his friend into Jellie's path.

There was a flicker of amusement and delight in her emerald eyes,as the man tried to run past her,and Jellie bared her teeth at him,causing him to yelp and fall to the ground.A second later,Jellie's mouth was around his neck,and there was a deafening crunch as she chewed on his head,her white fur getting stained red from her meal.

Scar chuckled at the mess,before he saw the final man,the one who held a knife to him,begin to shake from head to toe,and was mumbling to some God under his breath,staring at the carnage Jellie brought.

Scar grinned,then exclaimed,"Oh no,sir!Please stop hurting me!"in an obviously fake voice,but it still made the guy jump in fear.

Jellie looked up,pausing her actions of batting a corpse with her paw,and her eyes were instantly on the last man,and they were wild.

Jellie launched forward,jaw opening,and Scar winced at the sound of tearing flesh,until the man's arm was ripped from his body.The guy just dumbly stared down at where his arm had been,knife slipping from his grasp,and he didn't even notice when Jellie lunged again,this time biting into his other arm,but instead of tearing,she decided to play with him.

She growled playfully as she did so,drowning out the screaming,thankfully.She swung her head to the right,making the body smash into the wall,then she swung again and the body hit the other wall. She kept going and going until the idiot was nothing more than mush within her teeth.

Scar's pretty sure he was dead by the first hit.

Once Jellie realised she had killed all her toys,she meowed,dropping the gross remains of the idiots, and slowly began to shrink,and teeth and claws dulled down,until Scar was staring at his precious little Jellie,sitting amongst a scene of blood and indistinguishable body parts.

"Jellie,what have I told you about sneaking out at night to hunt?Not after ten o'clock,"Scar lightly scolded as he wheeled over to her,and when he was close enough,she easily jumped into his lap,and he couldn't stop the fond smile from spreading across his face if he tried.

"God,I can't stay mad at you,my precious little monster,"he cooed,beginning to babble some incoherent baby-talk to her as he cuddled Jellie to his chest.

After a few minutes,he pulled her back to look at her properly,grimacing at the blood staining her fur coat."Ugh,but you will need a bath after this."Then a yawn slipped out of him and he added,"Not tonight though.You can sleep in the blood of your enemies tonight,as a treat."Jellie meowed happily at that,and Scar giggled and started to wheel away, before suddenly remembering the mess they were leaving behind.

He glanced over his shoulder nervously,at the bloody scene they were abandoning,and said,"How about we let Cub clean this up,huh?"

"Meow!"

"Glad you agree,Jellie.Let's go home."

#hermitcraft #my writing #stories #hermittober24 #hermittober #writing #goodtimeswithscar

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the-fifth-rascal · 29 days ago

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TW: Death, blood.

Lunch almost seemed to go by in a blur. Kaveh and Dehya were just yapping about some random-ass stuff. Makeup, gossip, more gossip, SIMS, and god knows what. He was just tuning everything out as they dug into the nuts, as his mind went to the blazing red glow he saw Dehya emit. Didn’t Kaveh say that he could see others in the color of the element they wield? If Dehya was red…does that mean she could be…what element was red again? Fire? Mauvika? Pyro! She had a vision too? And fire powers no less.

That was crazy. He was crazy. But all genuises are just a little bit crazy, aren't they? He could be onto something! If if one of the first people he'd met at this school already has a vision, then how many potential or recruited vision wielders exist already? And why hadn’t he heard of them before that very day?

His stress was clearly getting to him. Again, Tighnari was a very self aware person. He knew that he was overthinking everything. But overthinking is what kept his ancestors alive. And it'll probably be the one thing to keep him alive too.

Before he knew it, he was sitting at math class. Zoning out. Again. What a shocker. The thing that made him realise that he was zoning out was the multiple notifications that went blaring in his pocket. Not just vibrating, blaring. And it wasn't just his phone too.

Multiple phones were frantically ringing across the classroom. As teachers are bound too, the math teachers forehead creased into a frown.

“Haven't I told you all MULTIPLE times that phones must be silent during class hours?! Kids these days.” He shook his head in blatant disapproval. That was until the infernal noise echoed from his pocket. His eyes widened as he muttered ‘I could've sworn I muted it….’ under his breath. He whipped it out and scrolled through the alert, his face flashing with multiple emotions all at once. Fear, concern, confusion, horror, and even more confusion.

At that, the others in the class simultaneously took out their own phones. Tighnari followed suit as well, scrolling through the news. If it was so bad it had cause an alert, then it'd be better if he knew what it was for. A tornado? A kidnapping? Who knows.

He just hoped it wouldn’t be worse than any of that.

‘Multiple sources from all over Sumeru city are reporting a large strange creature of an unknown and unrecognized species harming and terrorizing citizens. This is not a drill, keep all citizens out of harms way and evacuate the premises to the nearest indoors.’

‘It has been reported that it was heading to the Sumeru Akademiya. What is this strange thing? What are its motives? Around 13 people have been slaughtered by it and 43 injured. More information of the Steambird app.’

And below it all was a blurry image of the creature. Blood stained its teeth red and mangled human flesh wrapped around his claws. It was also kinda..brown and furry. With a white mask. Tighnari didn’t get nightmares from stuff he see’s often. But if anything ever would, it’d be whatever this is.

Naturally, as all children would do in this situation, they started cheering. “NO SCHOOL!” someone cheered, slamming their desk triumphantly. Another kid immediately whipped out their phone. “Guys, group selfie! Apocalypse edition!” “Can we go home now?” someone whined. The entire situation was so frustrating it almost made Tighnari want to pull his brain out of his nose. The teacher, meanwhile, looked like he was having a stroke. “WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE! SAVE YOURSELVES!” he hollered, before sprinting out through the doorWAY. He could hear the sound of him tripping over his own shoelace in the hallway.

Tighnari rushed outside to help him, and others followed suit only to create chaos in the hallways. It wasn’t just them either. Everyone poured out of their respective classes, screaming and running and locking themselves in closets and lockers. It wasn’t long until he found Kaveh doing the same. He promptly tapped him on the shoulder, which made the blond jump half a foot into the air.

“We should escape.” Tighnari whispered “if what the monster or whatever?”

“Monster?! There’s a monster?! What do you mean?! I was just freaking out because everyone else was.” he replied, which made tighnari slap his forehead. He grabbed his hand and attempted to drag him towards the exit.

Then the wall beside him cracked.

It started as a thin line, but the concrete quickly splintered, fractures racing outward like the concrete was fragile as glass. Tighnari’s ears twitched, almost immediately picking up the sounds of heavy thuds behind the wall which made him grip Kaveh’s hand even tighter and pick up the pace.

Poor Kaveh was just blindly letting Tighnari heaven him around like a sack of potatoes, bumping into every nook and cranny as his friend carelessly dragged him around. He could've sworn he heard the sound of something rough slamming against the wall, making debris crumble fron the ceiling. Was this monster thing really legit? Damn.

They managed to reach the bathroom, latching the door of it behind them and heaving sighs of relief. “You use your phone to check Teyvatgram, celestiachat, and akashatube. But not the news?! When there's an alert no less.”

“I got my phone confiscated dumbass.” Kaveh hissed pacing around the bathroom. “Monster?…that seems like it's made up. It's been ATLEAST 500 years since those things went extinct. What could it be, a science experiment that went rogue? An alien from outspace? Rakshasas from hell??”

“The only theory that makes sense here are the science experiment one.” Tighnari replied, walking beside Kaveh. “Isn't it strange?”

Kaveh looked at Tighnari with a single raised eyebrow. His fists were clenched tightly and his eyes lowered into slits as his lips pressed into a thin line. “I just said that, didn't I?”

“It's not just the monster thing. I still don't understand, why is all of this weird stuff happening now? Just because an evil entity might try and destroy Teyvat as we know it, how would the archons know that if they're dead or in hiding? And what's so special about now?” He sighed “I'm overthinking. I hate this.” Groaning, he put his face in his hands, his breathing slightly ragged.

With a look of concern, Kaveh casually wrapped his hand around Tighnari's shoulder. “How about we both head home? It's not like the teachers are gonna teach in all this chaos.”

Scepticiam crossed Tighnari’s face. He was one who rarely cut class. Even when he was sick, he'd find some way to work around it. He even had multiple boxes of surgical face masks that doctors use at home. But there was a minimal chance of classes still going on, especially seeing how his math teacher had panicked.

“Alright…” he murmured, the slight hint of his unconvinced thoughts lingering in his speech. “let's get out of here.”

They both walked towards the door, but a sudden crash through the door sent them reeling backwards from the force of the impact. And it wasn't through the doorWAY, it was through the door. Like, straight through it. The noise of the concrete smashing with the impact was so loud Tighnari had to practically shove his hands into his ears.

When the dust cleared, Tighnari and Kaveh found themselves frozen in their spots, unable to move. Before them, was….a pikmin! No it wasn't, it was obviously the monster from the news. And the monster from the news, had a blood stained, metal, AXE.

Tighnari and Kaveh were glued to their spots, blood running cold. The monstrous creature breaths were heavy, huffing and panting, catching it's breath. It reeked of all things trash, and it's murky for was just disgusting. But it was also ten times the size of both Nari and Kaveh conbined.

They were done for.

Or so they thought.

The minute the monster raised its axe, a blur of blazing red whizzed past them, clocking the thing on the side of its head with a force so strong it toppled over. It let out a roar from the bottom of its throat and flailed around blindly, a deep burn smoking out of the side of his head.

The thing that burned the monster landed on the ground, panting at the sudden exertion of energy, both Tighnari and Kaveh recognising her instantly. That brazen aura. That deep-brown hair.

“What are you both just standing around for losers?!?” Dehya exclaimed ”get out of here!”

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She didn't need to tell them twice. They were out like cardigans on a July, with the creature and Dehya hot on their heels. Luckily for them, only one of them managed to catch up. “So what'd you do to get that monster pissed off?” Dehya asked, sprinting beside the two as they screamed like toddlers.

“WE—DIDN’T—DO—ANYTHING!” Tighnari huffed and puffed with every minute he sprinted, fear taking over his relief of the confirmation of his saneness. Or non-craziness? Whatever.

“YOU—COOL—FIRE—POWERS!” Kaveh gasped out extatically, unable to hide the exuberant gleam of admiration in his eyes. Dehya smirked at Kavehs’ excitement and Tighnari’s frustration as she pulled the two into an abandoned room. Before flicking the power switch of it on, the room was so dark Tighnari could barely see his hands in the front of his face. Just BLACKKKK BLACK AS IT CAN BE 다가가면 갈수록 깊어지는

“Kaveh for the love of god stop singing alien stage you don’t even know Korean.” tighnari groaned, while Dehya just looked confused at the boys sudden outburst before erupting into peals of laughter. When she slapped her knee, that was when he suddenly noticed the boxing gloves on Dehya’s hands that were now a mush of burnt fabric and charcoal.

“Why do you know Korean Kaveh?” “I don’t know Korean, but I know depression. Which means I know Alien stage.” he comments more proudly than he should’ve, earning eye rolls from the others. “Back to the matter at hand,” Tighnari interrupted, silencing the other two as he took in his surroundings. Training mats, an assortment of balls (heh, balls.) and other sporting goods, it should’ve been obvious to them at first glance. But Tighnari’s head was just plain cloudy. Cloudy with a chance of panic. What, did you think he was gonna say meatballs?

Dehya and Kaveh were silent, just staring at Tighnari blankly like they were both sharing a singular braincell. The sudden focus on the boy made him suddenly uncomfortable for some reason. “What are you two looking at me for?!” he demanded nervously, biting down on his lip. “We’re waiting for your plan.” Dehya claimed like it was the most obvious thing ever as Kaveh vigorously nodded his head in agreement.

Tighnari’s face contorted into one of shock as his posture suddenly stiffened, mouth agape in a silent gasp, motioning towards Dehya “Aren’t you the one who has the cool fire powers!? And you saved us, so you should be the one having the plan!”

Now it was Dehya’s turn for the shock, her eyebrows raising high on her forehead as she let out a scoff “I know you have powers too! Don’t even try hiding it you two.” “We weren’t exactly subtle.” Kaveh admitted defeatedly, his shoulders slumping as his face fell.

“You think I didn’t know that?!” TIghnari argued, massaging his forehead exasperatedly. “But we barely know how to use them!” an awkward silence hung in the air, everyone just stealing glances at each other, hoping someone would say something to get themselves out of the debacle. Luckily, Kaveh opened his mouth “Lets just do what we were gonna do before.” he shrugged “go home.”

Tighnari and Dehya looked at him like he was the stupidest person in the room, until the realization hit them both simuntaneously. “Hey…he’s right!” Dehya said “This isn’t our problem to deal with. Lets just walk all the way home and ditch this shithole. Sticking around here is either a death wish or just plain useless. I bet the monster’s gone already.”

“I hate to admit it, but she’s right.” Tighnari concured, his mind going back to all the damage the strange monster had caused, glancing at the cracked crevices of the ceiling “I still don’t like the idea of skipping, but it seems unlikely that anyone would try to take class at this rate.”

“Great!” Kaveh hollered, practically leaping across the polished floors of the gym to get to the doorway. “Then lets go..” the minute before Kaveh could finish his sentence, the door he was about to open and walk through was ripped of its hinges and THROWN at him. Kaveh didn’t have time to react as he was immediately thrown backwards with the sheer force of the door, and was knocked out instantly, stars and darkness clouding his vision as his body throbbed with a sudden surge of pain.

The monster’s roar ripped through the air like a thunderclap, making Tighnari’s ears ring as debris rained down from the ceiling. His heart pounded wildly as he stumbled toward Kaveh. “Kaveh… Kaveh, don’t pass out!” he urged, shoving the broken door off his friend with trembling hands. Relief washed over him when he saw Kaveh’s chest still rising and falling. But he DID sport a massive ugly looking bruise on his forehead that Kaveh would be more horrified at than the possibility of a concussion.

Dehya immediately came forward, fists blazing and a confident determination burning in her eyes “Hey ugly!” she mocked, nervous sweat dripping of her forehead, her brain repeating the words why am I doing this why am I doing this oh i’m so dead in her head like a mantra. But she still held her own. The fire blasts that shot out of her own fists had managed to do quite a bit of damage, but it wasn’t enough power. It wouldn’t be enough to take it down. It wouldn’t be enough.

She started getting exhausted, her chest aching and the fire starting to sear her skin just the slightest. What was she to so now? She couldn’t die now! That would be incredibly embarrassing, and Tighnari would probably faint at the sight of blood anyways. So that meant he’s dead too.

But before she could give up all hope as the monster raised his weapon, ready for the kill, with a whizz and a thwack, something bright and red struck the monster square between its eyes. which made his grip on the blood stained axe tighten as he was knocked backwards. A bright ball bounced off of his head and simply fell to the ground with a tinier bounce.

Dehya turned to see Tighnari gripping a dodgeball as tight as he could, the fear obvious in his eyes but a determined resolve within him arose. “Wow—” he stuttered, letting out a laugh “Why am I doing this? I must be crazy.”

The monster crushed the ball under his heavy foot, deflating it, before charging at the boy. But he reacted quickly, moving out of the way, which left nothing between him and the wall, crashing straight through. While the monster was in a state of distortment, Tighnari turned his attention to the boy splayed on the floor, groaning. He helped him up as he rubbed the new formed purple bruise on his head.

“Mmmmmmhhgg—” he groaned “mwwha—what happennt?” He shook his head and blinked woozily, trying to get back to his senses. “A door slammed into you.” Tighnari replied simply. Kaveh massaged his head and analysed his surroundings, before picking up a baseball bat. “That isn't gonna do shit.” the other boy commented snidely. “And dodgeballs are?!” Kaveh exclaimed astoundedly. “It was meant for a distraction.” Tighnari shot back as the monster was slowly rising up to its feet, huffing and puffing in rage.

Kaveh raised his bat and hit the monster with his bat, but it snapped in half. Looking at the half snapped bat, he giggled sheepishly as it turned to face him, being so close that he could smell the devoured rotting corpses from its breath.

He instantaneously recoiled backwards and held his hands out in front of himself in defence, screaming as the monster raised its axe. Without a second thought, Tighnari rushed forward and pushed him out of the way.

The floor was painted red. Blood seeped through the cracks of the wooden floor as the boy fell to his knees, only hearing the sound of screams all around him. A searing pain shot through his abdomen, so blinding it forced the air from his lungs. The metallic taste of blood filled his mouth as he tried to breathe, his vision blurring at the edges. Screaming, screaming, and screaming. But none of it was comprehendable.

Ah…it hurts….

This really….sucks…

Is this what dying feels like?….

The blood pounded in his ears as he choked on the blood that came up from his abdomen, unable to bring himself to look at the weapon wedged in between his as he fell to his knees, unfelt tears running down his face. His body was in so much pain, yet it somehow felt numb.

Why isn’t…anyone…helping me? Kaveh…Dehya….

Other people make it look so easy…..

Is this really how it feels…?

And that, dear diary, was the story of how the fifteen year old, Tighnari Valukshuna, had met his demise.

The end.

@smileything I'm sorry in advance

#genshin impact #tighnari #genshin #fanfiction #genshinsuperheroau #genshin impact kaveh #genshin kaveh #kaveh #genshin dehya #dehya #genshin fanfic #writer stuff #writers of tumblr #ao3 writer #writers on tumblr #female writers #writerscommunity #creative writing #writeblr

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astros-silly-place · 2 months ago

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Tell me about them.

Could these possibly be the eyes of a KILLER?!?!

oh loooord how do I start being normal and forming coherent sentences about this guy. man. gl ranboo. 💔

1) I wouldn’t say he’s a full on killer. The only death he caused with his physical hands was the showfall bot he stabbed before finding the cabin. In a hypothetical sense he can be seen as a killer or somebody who made one wrong choice that caused another’s demise, for maybe example: the code room with hetch, he had the audience vote and he still broke the reality.

2) I can also see the case in point for him being seen as the victim. Of course he was mind controlled. They were all mind controlled mostly, and who knows to what extent. It was so easy to turn off his mind control, who knows what it was like for the others

and of course I believe he suffered and truly wanted freedom from his pain (which of course, he begs the audience to kill them) but also he’s so incredibly nuanced and almost a morally gray character that is often seen by this fandom as a pure hero who’s never made a mistake in his life

News flash!! 19/20 year olds fuck up a lot. Yes they were the youngest in the room, yes, there were the pictures/memories of them as a kid, but that’s all reflection. A human can sin at any age, a human can make mistake at any age.

But I love him as a character for that, and I can relate from being on the younger side and feeling like the weight of choice is constantly upon me and if I don’t make the right one, people will fall.

#genloss #gl ranboo #sorry for yapping

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little-pondhead · 2 years ago

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Rejected Threads Pt. 2

[This is a series where I post the bits and pieces I decided to cut out of their final fics due to various reasons. I welcome anyone who wants to pick this up and make it their own. You do not need to ask for permission to use it, but I would like to be tagged in whatever you make. Just so I can see it :) ]

[Everything here is unedited and may ramble at times. Enjoy!]

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For some reason, it never occurred to the Justice League that their resident Wonder Woman could have a living family. One that wasn’t from Themyscria, that is. It just never really crossed their minds. Diana Prince was a demigod, after all. But lo and behold, sitting before them was a smiling Diana with a small child on her lap. Someone sighed. This meeting just had an extra hour added to it.

“Wonder Woman,” Batman said as a way of greeting. Sitting down next to his colleague, giving the little boy she was holding the side eye. The child looked no older than five, with pitch-black hair and clear blue eyes. He wore a pair of little yellow sneakers and a space suit costume-one of those orange ones from NASA. He had a death grip on a kid’s book about the solar system and was staring at the pages intensely. Overall, the child was adorable and seemed very focused on his book. But why was he here, in the Watchtower?

Diana shook her head adamantly and wrapped her arms tighter around the boy’s torso. “Absolutely not, Bruce.” She declared with a smug grin. “You can’t adopt this one. He’s mine.”

“I didn’t say anything about adoption.”

“You were thinking it,” She accused. And Diana was right. Bruce had been thinking about it, but who could blame him? At this point, adoption was a knee-jerk reaction.

Barry Allen, also known as the Flash, blurred right before their eyes as he dashed away to fetch something quickly and came back. “He’s so cute!” Barry cooed, crouching down to the kid’s eye level. The child, finally noticing the people in the room, blinked at Barry’s sudden appearance. “Hi, kiddo. What’s your name?”

The child stared at Barry for a tad too long before he looked up at Diana for direction. “It’s okay,” she smiled, taking the book from the kid’s hands so they could face Barry completely. “This is Flash, one of my coworkers, remember?”

The kid nodded, turning back to Barry. “I’m Danny.” He said shyly. “ ‘s nice to meet you.”

“Hi, Danny.” Barry gave the kid a blinding smile and fished something wrapped in napkins out of his pocket. “I’m the Flash, like WW said. I saw you reading that space book. Do you like space?” Danny nodded again fervently. “Would you like a moon cake?” He unwrapped the napkins carefully to reveal a slightly squished moon cake cut into four equal pieces.

“But…” Danny looked confused. “ ‘s not the new year anymore.”

“Well, how smart are you!” Barry sounded genuinely impressed, and the whole room focused on Danny. “It’s okay. There are just some leftovers from the cafeteria. This one has mango filling. Do you like mangos?”

“Yeah!” Danny’s eyes lit up with excitement, and he bounced a little on Diana’s lap. “I like mangos, an’ strawberries, an’ razz-berries, but I never eat the razz-berries ‘cause tha’s Jazz’s favorite fruit.”

“Raspberries? Jazz?” Barry shot a glance at Diana, but she ignored him in favor of helping Danny keep all the crumbs on the napkins as he devoured the moon cake.

“Wonder Woman, who is this child?” Clark Kent piped up, asking the question on everyone’s mind. “Is he your son?”

Diana wrinkled her nose. “Ancients, no! No, Donna is enough for me, thank you. Danny is my little cousin. Unfortunately, he got caught up in some nasty old magic spell, so I’m babysitting while his grandfather and guardians can reverse it.”

“Spell?!” Clark was alarmed.

Oliver Queen snorted and sat back in his chair, seemingly unimpressed. “Have fun with that. I’m not touching this issue with a ten-foot pole. I do not want to deal with any more magic hijinks this week.”

“No, seriously guys.”

“Yeah, the giant green mealworms yesterday were enough for me.” Hal Jordan scratched his head. “I gotta admit, though, I never thought you’d have any relatives in the mortal world.”

“Am I the only one concerned about the magic spell part?”

Diana simply shrugged. “Danny isn’t exactly blood-related, per se. But it’s close enough.” Everyone could tell Bruce was just itching to grill her about what she meant.

Martian Manhunter and Captain Marvel, who had both been absent until now, chose that exact moment to walk into the room, deep in discussion about intergalactic policies or something. As soon as Danny spotted them, he shot out of Diana’s lap with incredible speed and slammed straight into Captain Marvel. “MARVEL!” He shouted gleefully, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck. Captain Marvel, for his part, didn’t stumble and immediately brought up his hands to catch whatever had just assaulted him, but to everyone’s shock, Danny was freely floating with no issue.

“What the-” Captain Marvel grabbed Danny by his torso and held him straight out in front of him. He squinted. “Danny?!”

“HE CAN FLY?!”

“Bruce put the adoption papers down.”

“Can someone explain what’s going on?”

“Yeah, I feel like we’re missing a few steps here.”

“It’s like the author forgot her ADHD meds or something.”

“The what?”

Diana stood up, silencing the room. “Danny, we talked about this. No zooming in the Watchtower.” She scolded. Danny visibly drooped and floated away from Marvel’s grasp.

“Sorry.” He mumbled.

Clark made the time-out sign with his hands, desperately trying to turn everyone’s attention back to something important. “Okay, pause.” He insisted. “Let’s backtrack. Danny is your little cousin, and he got hit with a spell??”

“That would explain it,” Marvel mumbled, which was entirely unhelpful.

Danny, bless his heart, had gotten over the scolding quickly and floated back over to Diana, snatching a box of space stickers from a baby bag that had gone unnoticed until now. He bobbed around, giggling and putting little stars and planets everywhere, especially the ceiling. Of course, he completely ignored the situation he had just created. Diana just sighed and rubbed her forehead, seeming to age ten years.

“Yes, sorry, Clark.” Diana apologized. “Danny is sometimes hard to keep up with, and I have been a little scatterbrained this week. But, to start from the top, Danny is a superhero, and one of his rouges thought it funny to turn him into a little kid.”

Hal frowned. “A hero? What’s his name, do we know him?”

Diana shook her head. “No, probably not. He only protects his home and rarely gets involved in mortal realm affairs. His work is of the supernatural kind, so the JL Dark would have heard of him more than we might have. Well, aside from Captain Marvel, apparently.”

Marvel just shrugged in answer to the quizzical looks he was getting. “I’m the Champion of Magic. I work with the supernatural all the time. Danny and I are good friends.”

“Hn.” Bruce grunted. “What does the magic spell entail? You said his grandfather and guardians are working on reversing it?”

Diana pointedly ignored the latter part of the question, which did not go unnoticed. “Well, the spell itself isn’t all that complicated. It bends the timestream to make a bubble and then reverses whatever is caught in the bubble. This time, the victim happened to be Danny. So, in theory, we just need to find a way to pop the bubble.”

“But…” Clark prompted.

“But, Danny’s work with the supernatural has caused a few issues. He was granted to ability to work outside the timestream via a Time Medallion. Unfortunately, it was fused with his very being at some point, so the medallion and the spell are at odds with each other.”

J’onn, who had flown up to join Danny on the ceiling, hummed. “That does sound like a conundrum, as one would say.” It was odd looking at the two sit cross-legged upside down, but no one commented. Danny put a sun sticker on J’onn's forehead.

“Sorry, can we go back to the part where Danny has a Time Medallion?” Barry raised his hand.

“No. Anyway,” Diana smiled a little at the speedster’s offended gasp. Truth be told, she didn’t know much about the timestream, so answering his questions would be difficult. Time stuff always gave her a headache. “Danny keeps getting yanked in and out of the timestream, which makes it difficult to attend to his duties. So for his safety, our grandfather left him with me.”

The room was quiet as everyone digested this information. Diana was silently thankful that today’s meeting was a small one. The other heroes, like Aquaman and Cyborg, were out on their own missions. Not even one of Bruce’s many children was around, meaning questioning would be much shorter than if they were here.

Finally, Oliver lifted his head as something occurred to him. “Did you just say ‘our grandfather’?”

The demigoddess merely smiled.

“Oh my god, Diana.” Hal was twisting his ring anxiously as he caught onto what Oliver was thinking.

Clark groaned, plopping down into a chair with his head in his hands. “Diana,” Clark really didn’t want this to be true. “Diana, isn’t your grandfather Kronos? The God of Time??”

Danny hiccuped and abandoned his makeshift solar system. Clark’s words had caught his attention. “Is grandpa here?” He asked excitedly. That was all the confirmation the League needed, and everyone sighed collectively. Honestly, no one knew how Wonder Woman got the reputation as the responsible one. She loved causing petty chaos, and it showed during times like this.

“No, sweetie-” Diana began but suddenly cut herself off with an odd look. A moment later, Barry felt it. Something big was heading towards the Watchtower, using the timestream as a shortcut. He didn’t even get to shout out a warning before a swirling green portal opened up, and out stepped an elderly man with a purple cloak and a clock embedded into his chest. The whole room froze up. This was…something powerful. Ancient.

That didn’t seem to matter to Danny and Diana, however. They were the only two to get up and approach the old man. “I stand corrected. Hello, grandfather.” Diana bent down to give her grandfather a hug. As she did, the man’s body shrank and morphed into that of a baby’s.

“It is wonderful to see you again, my dear.” Kronos, the literal King of Titans and God of Time, hugged her back with his tiny arms, morphing into the form of a young adult as she let go. “Now, how is that rascal, Danny? Pandora has found something to fix this whole mess.”

“Sorry, uh, Lord Kronos?” Clark winced at how weak and unsure he sounded. “Did you say, Pandora? As in, Pandora’s Box?”

“Call me Clockwork, Kal-El.” Clockwork turned into an old man again, and the cycle repeated itself. “I am not truly the Titan King you know of. Kronos was split upon his defeat, and I am the piece that became the physical manifestation of time. But yes, Pandora from legends. She is one of Daniel’s guardians and has been scouring her archives for some time now. She believes to have found a solution to this matter, so I have come to retrieve the young king.”

“Sorry, young king?!” Oliver screeched.

“Yeah! ‘m a king!” Danny crowed, practically glowing at this point. Wait, he was glowing. “I beat the bad king an’ put him to nap. Now I get to play until nap time is over!”

Clockwork just sighed fondly. “Sure, Daniel. Let’s go with that. Say goodbye, Pandora is waiting.”

“Buh-bye!” Danny waved enthusiastically, and before anyone could move, the room was engulfed in a bright green light. When they finally blinked the stars out of their eyes, Diana, Danny, and Clockwork were all gone. So were the baby bag and stickers coating every surface Danny had reached. The only sign that they had been there at all was the little sun sticker still on J’onn’s head and the crumb-filled napkin on the table.

Bruce sighed. Obviously, the day’s meeting was going to take much longer than planned. “I’ll get Constantine on the phone.”

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Final ficlet can be found here: Time Gives And Takes

#rejected threads #danny phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc

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Sky | Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: The sky is always changing. Never the same twice. But it’s never been the same since you’ve been gone.

Warnings: ANGST, slight gore, descriptions of blood and death. Violence. I want to make someone cry (probably myself). Language, not a happy ending.

A/N: First off, y’all shocked the hell out of me. 1k+ likes on Dog Tags?!?! Thank y’all so much. I was inspired by the book Strange The Dreamer to write this.

The sky is ever changing.

Never the same twice.

The sunrise is always different and so is the sunset.

Nothing is ever the same when it comes to the sky.

And nothing will ever be the same for him either. . .

It was supposed to be an easy mission. A simple take down. But when has anything ever been easy for any of you?

It started when Sam received word that a new group of extremists were forming in Madripoor. It was small, a rag-tag Flag-smasher wannabe group. They preached the same message: those who survived the snap were forgotten when the rest came back and deserve the same help as they did. Not wanting to repeat the whole situation over again, Sharon (who had yet to come out as the Power Broker) contacted Sam who then contacted you and Bucky to help solve this rising problem. After a quick debrief from Sam, you three were boarding a plane (courtesy of Sharon) and off to Madripoor.

From there, the rest seemed like a blur. You remember suiting up and the debrief, locating the exact place. You remember the ride there, sitting alone in the back seat while Sam drove and Bucky rode shot gun. You remember looking out the window as you drove on, the sky a pale gray; the kind indicating a storm coming in. You remember Bucky calling your name, asking if you were okay. You nodded, not letting on to the growing unease within you.

It was a fairly short ride. You parked a distance away as to not attract attention. When you finally snuck up on the building, your unease turned to dread. The rag-tag group chose an abandoned steel mill as their hide out. That meant all sorts of sharp metal pieces were probably lying about. Now you had to worry about those kind of hazards as well. As you three snuck over the wrought iron fence, mindful of the sharp spikes on the top, drops of rain began to appear. Your feeling of dread increased the closer you go to the building.

“Guys, I’ve got a bad feeling about this.” You moved into position to breach the door. Bucky and Sam glanced at you, concern flashing over their faces. They knew you, and when you say you have a bad feeling, majority of the time you’re right.

Bucky glanced back at Sam. “She’s right. Something’s off. It’s too. . .quiet.”

“Look, we’ve got to take out these guys before they cause too much trouble. We’ll just have to be more careful. We’ll watch each others six and the minute we see something too dangerous we’ll pull out, okay?” Sam replied. You and Bucky nodded, understanding that this was something that had to be taken care of.

You three breached the back door, already suspicious that no alarms had been triggered. You three moved along the bottom floor, weaving in and out of old machines and metal. It was quiet. Too quiet. Your thoughts were racing - either they’ve relocated or all hell is about to break loose. Just as you three moved out from under the second story balcony, the latter came true. You were the first to see it, the glint of polished black metal moving above.

“Get down!!” You barely had any time to yell before figures popped up from above and began raining down bullets.

The three of you were forced to split up, taking refuge behind machines. You couldn’t see either of your partners and you assumed they couldn’t see you. The bullets pinged off oft the metal as the people above kept trying to get a better shot at you.

“Are either of you hurt?!” Sam yelled through the comms.

“Negative!” Both you and Bucky yelled back. The bullets paused a moment - reload time. You took this as your opportunity to pop up and and take a couple shots, downing a few of them. You only managed to shoot three before the bullets began again. One managed to graze your left arm as you ducked down.

“Shit!” You press your hand to the graze, palm coming back bloody.

Bucky frantically called your name through the comms. “What happened, did you get hit?” His tone was frantic and laced with worry.

“Just a graze. Took down three of them. How you two holding up?”

“Can’t get a single shot in,” Bucky said.

“Neither can I. I’m deploying Red-wing.” Sam deployed the little robot and had it zooming around the room, hitting people with small little bombs or electrical charges. Between you and Red-wing, most of the people were either dead or incapacitated. All except one.

That single person took off running, ending their gun fire and allowing you three to get up.

“Split up! We can’t let him get away!” You yelled. Before the other two could protest, you were on your feet and sprinting after the criminal.

Your blood was pumping. Heart racing. The criminal was sprinting, almost inhumanly fast. You had to dodge machines and steel and objects thrown in your way. You managed to get all the way to the third floor when you lost sight of him. Coming to the end of a hallway, there was a split. A 50/50 chance you would either catch this guy or not. A curse fell from your lips.

“Sam, Buck, you got eyes on our guy? I lost him on the third floor. Don’t know if he circled back around.” You kept glancing back and forth from your left to your right. Straight ahead of you was a window out looking the fence you crossed over earlier. The rain had stopped and the sky began to clear its way into the beginnings of a sunset.

“Negative on the second floor,” Bucky replied.

“Nothing on the first either,” Sam added.

You sighed. Weighing your choices. You were just about to turn back around when you caught movement out of the corner of your eye.

They were fast - too fast. You barely had time to block before they were swinging at you left and right. When the shock finally wore off you began to fight back. Trying to match their pace but beginning to fail. You went to kick, but they dodged and your step faltered.

Big mistake.

The criminal used this to his advantage, grabbing you by the neck and slamming you against the glass window. You couldn’t breathe right. You tried to gain leverage but just couldn’t. Your comm has been knocked out and effectively cut you off from help. He slammed you against it again, and again. The window began to crack and spider. Your adrenaline rose with the noise and with a newfound strength, you managed to get your legs up and kick him hard in the chest and groin. Stunned, the man let’s go, and you drop to the floor, gasping for breath.

But the fight isn’t over yet.

He straightens, you scramble off the floor, and the dance of death begins. Both of you were exchanging blows left and right: dancing in an intricate circle to live. You turn again, your back to the window. And that’s when your bad feeling came true.

All it took was a moment of hesitation.

A moment where Bucky came skidding around the corner and into the hallway to your left.

A moment where he yelled your name.

A moment to turn your head and take your eyes off your opponent.

And then you were through the window. Shattering glass as the man drop kicked you straight through it.

For a moment you were weightless. Like time had stopped and you were floating in the air surrounded by bits of glass.

But then gravity kicked in.

And you were falling.

Normally a three story fall wouldn’t be so bad. You would end up with a few broken bones or minor injuries that could easily be healed (thank you advanced tech). But, that’s only if you land on straight ground.

No one said anything about an iron fence.

The grief on Bucky’s face as he stood in the window and the pinkish hue of the sky were the last things you saw before your body suddenly jerked and everything went dark.

And Bucky, your poor, poor Bucky, saw it all.

He shot the guy down a second after you went through the window, racing to the edge to see if you would be fine. But he too, forgot about that wrought iron fence. He was helpless. He could only scream your name as you fell to your death. His cry of anguish could be heard all throughout Madripoor as your body collided with the fence and on one of those sharp iron spikes. It went right through your chest - the force of the landing snapping your spine, ensuring a swift death.

He backed away from the window, slowly, and once he could no longer see your body, he ran. Down to the first floor, past a confused Sam (who ran after him), out the door, and to you.

He hoped it was all just some bad dream. You looked too beautiful to be dead. Even as blood ran into your hair and dripped down the fence you still looked beautiful. Your body was arched over the iron: back curled and arms open wide as if you were rejoicing. The spike sticking straight out from you chest and glistening with dark blood. Your eyes open yet dull. He stopped right under you.

Sam, the poor fool, had heard his partners screams and followed him when he ran past. He was a few paces behind Bucky, slowly walking out to meet him. As he approached, his stomach sank.

There you were - beautifully arched over a iron fence, covered in blood, and a spike through your chest. Sam felt sick. Just a few moments ago you were running and shooting. You can’t be dead.

The same thoughts were running through Bucky’s head. He just saw you. You had looked at him. You were alive and fighting mere seconds ago.

But now you were gone.

Bucky called your name softly, tears beginning to silently fall. He approached the fence and placed his hands under your neck and at the small of your back. He painstakingly lifted you off the fence, the wet squelch from blood sounding as he did. He made it but two steps from the fence before collapsing with you in his arms. His hands and arms were now soaked in blood. He kept calling your name, begging you to wake up. Sam slowly approached and kneeled in front of him.

“Buck,” Sam called softly. Tears began to fall down his face as well.

Bucky shook his head. “No, no we can still fix her. Call an ambulance or something. We can still help her.”

Sam said nothing. Only staring at his partner holding the love of his life in his arms. Upon hearing no answer, Bucky lifted his head, bloodshot eyes meeting Sam’s.

“Sam do something! Please, please help her. Sam, please,”

Sam could do nothing but shake his head. She was gone. Nothing could help now.

A gut wrenching sob tore through Bucky and he curled around you, laying his head in the crook of you neck, trying to keep hold of what little warmth your body had left.

The two boys sat, one silently crying, mourning the death of a partner and the grief of his friend; and one furiously sobbing, clutching the dead body of his love.

As the two sat in the abandoned steel yard, the sky gave away to a beautiful sunset. One with oranges, purples, pinks, and reds.

Nothing was the same for Bucky since the day you died.

And the sunset began to haunt him, reminding him of you arched over the fence with a beautiful sunset behind you.

No, nothing will ever be the same.

Especially the sky.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky x reader #bucky angst #bucky barnes x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #bucky x you #bucky barnes #bucky fic

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