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valaenatargaryensdragon · 2 years ago
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Broken Wings
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pairing: Fanon!Aegon Targaryen x Female OC
summary: Viserys I Targaryen is dead and Aegon's priority is saving his family.
Word count: 4,2K
Warnings: Angst, imprisonment, incest, threatening pregnant ladies, fighting, childbirth
"Come on, my love" Aegon urged hand tightening around Saera's. She huffed and panted feeling exhaustion seep into her bones the more she pushed herself to run. Aegon pulled her gently to run in front of him keeping an eye put behind him.
"I can't Aegon, I am too tired" Saera sobbed leaning against the wall. Her hand traveled to her eight moons big baby bump. The baby was restless feeling his mother's stress and from her hurried movement. Aegon looked behind him again before leaning against the wall beside Saera.
"You have to my love, we're almost there" He tried to keep his voice quiet. His hand skimmed to her baby bump trying to sooth the pain. She huffed pushing back her tears and nodded her head. He kissed her forehead and continued walking towards their destination.
Saera hated the sight of the dragonpit for the first time in her life, she felt like she journeyed all around of Westeros to reach it. Sunfyre growled sensing them approaching his area.
"Shhh, keep it down" Aegon demanded his dragon. Saera crouched down feeling her knees buckled beneath her. Aegon was by her side in a flash.
"No more running my love, just get on top of Sunfyre and we will be out of here" He assured. She nodded allowing him to help her up from the ground. His heart broke at the sight of her tears, some were shed for his father the dead king and some were form her discomfort, this pregnancy had taken a tole on her smaller body.
"Where do you think you are running off to?" Saera squealed in shock at the sudden voice. She twirled around to find Aemond standing a couple of feet away from them. Aegon pushed her behind his back glaring at his brother. If this were a different situation Saera's heart would have skipped a beat at his protectiveness but now she just leaned her weight on his back feeling exhaustion fill her senses.
"Let us go, Aemond" Aegon hissed angrily. Aemond smirked crossing his arms in front of him.
"Why should I? You are to be King and you decided to run away" Aemond took a step closer. Aegon pushed Saera even further back. She moved her arms to wrap around her belly, she was terrified. She did not know why Aemond was trying to stop them, could it be that he wanted revenge for the bullying he suffered on the hands of Aegon? But that was many years ago, had he not let go of it?
"Please Aemond" Saera begged. His gaze softened at the sight of her teary eyes, she was like a sister to him, Helaena loved her as such too, his dear wife.
"There you are!" Saera screamed when hands wrapped around her from behind pulling her away from Aegon. He turned to look at her shocked, Ser Criston Cole stood behind her holding her in place with his dagger against her neck. Aegon's only weakness and sadly everyone knew, he has never tried concealing his feelings towards her before, he never thought anyone would take advantage of them.
"What are you doing? How dare you threaten my wife?" Aegon questioned angrily. He did not dare take a step closer in fear of Saera getting hurt.
"The queen and Hand are awaiting you, your grace" Cole answered plainly. Aegon knew of Cole preferring Aemond over him but he did not think he would do such a thing to a princess of the seven kingdoms, Saera was still the daughter of princess Rhaenyra and granddaughter of King Viserys.
"You don't understand, I am not suited to rule! I have no sense of duty or knowledge of ruling" Aegon tried fighting. His eyes never leaving those of Saera's. Her hands were still on her belly as of she could protect their child in a situation and position such as this. Aegon felt so useless standing there like an idiot while his wife was being held at knife point, pregnant on top of that.
"Unhand her, Ser Cole" Aemond demanded glaring at Cole. He was not expecting Cole to put a woman at dagger point let alone a pregnant one. If Helaena was here she would have demanded Aemond save Saera, she was the only one other than himself she felt comfortable enough to be herself with, Saera was like the sister they never had. Aemond did not know how Aegon felt in that moment but he knew he would have gone crazy if Helaena was in Saera's position, pregnant nonetheless.
"The Queen awaits you, your grace" Cole's words was cold and his voice sent shivers down Saera's back. She pleaded Aegon with her eyes, she did not want to die, she did not want their child to die. Aegon had no choice, he was cornered.
"Alright just unhand my wife" Aegon pleaded. Cole smirked shaking his head refusing. He pointed to the entrance of the dragonpit with his eyes.
"Out" He grumbled. Aegon's eyes widened in shock. They were going to separate him from Saera.
"Unhand my wife" Aegon stepped closer. Cole pulled Saera further away from Aegon. She whimpered when the dagger caught some of her skin causing a small cut. Aegon froze at the sight of blood.
"Hand her to me, I will take her to her chambers" Aemond tried bargaining. Aegon was definitely against the idea but Aemond was much better than Criston, he would not hurt Saera. Aegon trusted Aemond with Saera.
"Take your brother to the queen" Criston did not yield. Queen Alicent demanded he take Princess Saera to her chambers and lock her there, not Aemond or anyone else.
"Go Aegon" Saera whispered. His eyes showed his conflict. She reached her hand out to him with difficulty with the dagger still against her neck. He grasped her hand desperately trying to comfort her. Criston pulled her away from her husband making her stumble a little. She cried out loud, the movement hurt her, the baby did not like that and began moving frantically.
"Careful you cunt, she is with child" Aegon yelled. Criston ignored him and moved Saera to walk away from the brothers.
"Come on princess" Criston taunted in her ear. She did not know why he hated her, was it something she did? Or was it because she was her mother's daughter.
"Please, my baby" She cried. He ignored her as he strapped her to a horse with her hand bond in front of her. He climbed behind her before urging the horse in the Red Keep's direction.
"Shut up" He hissed in her ear. she tried stopping the sobs leaving her lips but there was no use. She was terrified for Aegon, for her baby and for herself. What will happen now? Will they kill her? Will war rise?
"I said shut up" He yanked her down from the horse in front of the doors. He raised his hand to strike her but was stopped by a smooth voice. Queen Alicent stood by the doors adorning a green gown.
"How dare you raise a hand at the future queen?" She hissed stepping over to the pair. Saera wanted to tell her that she was no better having raised her hand at the future King Aegon.
"Unhand her" She demanded. Criston moved away from the women leaving mother and daughter in law glaring at each other.
"If you had not ran away you would not have been treated this way" Alicent pulled out a small knife from her dress and began undoing the ropes holding Saera's hand together.
"This is treason" Saera hissed pulling away from Alicent. The queen flinched when she met Saera's glare, she may not have her mother's eye colour but she defiantly had her glare.
"The King whispered to me that-" Alicent began but Saera was quick to interrupt her.
"We both know that is a lie" Saera's tone was sharp now that there was no dagger at her neck she felt free to show her true emotions. A sharp pain in her belly ended the conversation.
"Ser Cole, escort the princess to her chambers" Alicent ordered. Saera pulled away from his hold when he reached over to her. Her face was scrunched in pain and her arms wrapped around her belly.
"Do not touch me again you filthy piece of shit, I know my way on my own" She growled face flushed from anger and fisting her dress. Criston did not seem fazed and moved closer again and this time Saera had enough of him belittling her. With no hesitation she raised her hand and punched him square in the face. She bit her lip to not let put a pained cry as her knuckles protested from the contact with Cole's nose.
"Fuck" He spluttered moving back with his hands on his face. Queen Alicent gasped in shock at the violent act coming from her daughter in law. Saera smirked knowing if Daemon were here he would be immensely proud.
"I said I know the way on my own, cunt" Saera spoke with sanguine evident in her voice. She puffed her chest proudly seeing the blood seep through Cole's fingers and Alicent trying to console him. Saera did not wait for them and made her way into the palace in search of her husband ignoring the kicking and squirming of her child inside her.
"Where are you?" She whispered to herself. She paused a little outside the king's chamber hearing voices inside. She was relieved that there were on guards outside and barged in to see if her husband was in there and he was with his grandsire glaring at each other.
"Aegon" Relief washed over her seeing him unharmed. He gasped at the sight of her, her hair was sticking in all places and her wrists were red along with tears still streaming down her face other than her bloody lip from biting it hard and her busted knuckles.
"Saera" She wasted no time running into his arms. Her body relaxed in his comforting embrace. Aegon glared over her shoulder at his grandsire who was smirking at him.
"Are you alright?" He pulled away hands on her cheeks inspecting her body for any injuries. His eyes paused at her knuckles, swollen and bruised.
"I punched Criston cunt when he tried manhandling me" She explained. Aegon looked at her shocked. She has never used violence before in her life against anyone ever. He felt proud of her for defending herself.
"I am sorry I was not there, my love" Aegon's eyes filled with tears. He hated himself even more if that were to be possible, his mother, father and grandsire made sure to make him hate himself for eternity even after he changed for the better.
"It was not your fault" She whispered. Her hands reached up to his face holding it gently minding the fact that his grandsire may have hurt him, still he flinched at the contact and it made anger boil inside of her.
"Your maids will help you into your ceremonial clothes" Otto Hightower retreated leaving the couple in the King's chambers alone but he locked the doors behind himself.
"I am so sorry, so very sorry" Aegon's knees buckled and he fell in front of the love of his life. His sobs shook his weak body. His hands fisted her dress at her hips, wider than usual preparing to birth their child soon, and his forehead pressed against the swell of her belly.
"Shhh, Aegon, it was not your fault" Saera repeated her words again. One hand rested atop his on her hip and the other ran through his hair. He looked up at her, even during times like this her smile was gentle and comforting.
"Stand up, my king" He flinched disgusted by the title. They both knew that there was no running away from the reality.
"I am so sorry, my love, I will do anything to save you two" He stood up again. His hands rubbed her belly and his lips skimmed over her forehead.
"Just hold me for now" She whimpered. He hugged her close to his body as they both sobbed into each other's arms. The maids took pity on the couple and gave them some extra alone time before they were unable to delay helping them bathe and change.
Saera was not ashamed of the tears streaking down her cheeks as she walked through the dragonpit now packed with the smallfolk and soldiers. The soldiers bowed their heads to their new Queen as she passed by with her arm linked with Aemond's. Deep down she had forgiven him, she saw him falter and how he tried getting Cole to let her go.
"Everything will be alright" Aemond whispered trying to comfort the distressed pregnant woman on his arm.
"Nothing will be alright ever again" She hissed stepping beside Helaena. Aemond sighed defeated moving to stand on his wife's other side. Their three children were in their rooms too young to be here and neither Aemond nor Helaena wanted them witnessing this.
Saera felt her throat close when she felt someone step close behind her. She turned her neck to find a guard staring straight ahead. She was barely able to conceal the gasp when she felt the edge of a dagger dig into her back.
"Eyes forward, your grace" The guard whispered. She felt the shakiness in his voice and grip around the dagger, he did not want to do it but he must. She took pity on him and turned around again to watch.
Aegon had tear tracks on his face as he walked through the manmade arch of swords. His eyes glared with hatred at his mother and grandsire. Saera could not deny the pain on Alicent's face, she sacrificed the love of her eldest son for the throne. Otto only smirked proudly at his grandchild.
Saera wished she knew where The Cannibal was, he had flown off a couple of days ago for some reason and has not returned. She was already scared for him since she was had not been able to ride him for the last couple of moons since her belly swelled more and more.
Saera turned her gaze to the smallfolk watching Aegon being crowned not knowing the price they had to pay for that. She at the same time was unable to watch as they anointed Aegon or as they placed the crown on his head. She gulped trying to stop the streaming tears but was unable to, her poor mother will think her a traitor as well.
She raised her hands to cover her ears as the smallfolk cheered for Aegon. She felt disgusted with herself but what other choice did she have. She wanted to run and hide or to run to her mother and tell her the whole story, she wanted her mother to wrap her in her arms and comfort her, oh what she would pay to be in her mother's embrace.
"Oh gods" She gasped when Meleys emerged from the depth. Aegon did not hesitate to run over to Saera. They wrapped their arms around each other fearing what Rhaenys Targaryen would do. Saera did not doubt that Rhaenys would not harm her, she was her granddaughter after all. Aemond had moved his body in front of Helaena's to protect her not like a human body would be able to stop dragon fire.
Rhaenys' held unshed tears as she watched her granddaughter bury her face in Aegon's shoulder whimpering. Aegon himself had his head buried in Saera's hair accepting that they would die together, two people in love and their unborn child. Aegon lifted his head for one second to look at her and that was enough for her to see, he did not want this.
Meleys let out a loud roar shaking the ground and walls before flying away leaving the greens unharmed. Saera felt her body shut down, too much stress and too much pain. Aegon's shouting was the last thing she heard before her world turned black.
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When Saera woke again it was late in the night. There was no one in the room except her and Aegon. He was sat on his side of the bed, a hand holding her own hand while he stared off at the wall. His face was red and puffy from crying and he was still in his ceremonial clothes.
"Aegon" Saera whimpered. He turned to look at her showing her his red eyes.
"Oh my love, what do you want? Water? Food? Shall I call a maester?" He was off the bed quicker than she could blink. He moved to her side of the bed and kneeled down beside her. His hair was a mess with no crown to keep it down anymore.
"Water" She answered. She used her elbows to sit up against the pillows as he scrambled to get her some water. She gulped it down in one go and handed him the cup again, it was disregarded on the nightstand in a second.
"I should call a maester" Aegon moved to walk away but Saera moved quicker than she thought she could in her condition and grabbed his hand before he could leave her alone. He was running away from the reality of the situation.
"Stay" She begged her eyes watering. Aegon's face softened at the sight of her tears. He silently joined her in the bed, wrapping his arms around her small body.
"Aemond left to Storm's End to gather allies, they are not wasting any time. My guess is they are going to betroth Daeron to one of the Baratheon girls" Aegon whispered. One of his hands moved up to push some of Saera's hair back.
"I do not want to think about it, please" She tightened her grip around him. He nodded against her head. His hand trailed down her hair and down to her waist stopping at the edge of her bump.
"I am the worst husband in Westeros and beyond, I should have protected you both. I should have known that I was not fit to be a father" Aegon sobbed. He was an emotional reck but he held it together but now that Saera was alright and awake he was unable to hold it back.
"Shhh, do not say such things" Saera sat up to look at him. He was unable to look her in the eyes anymore as tears streamed down his face.
"It was not your fault, you did your best, you protected us for as long as you could, Aegon" Saera placed her hand on his cheek raising his head up to look at her.
"Oh my heart" She leaned her forehead down against his. He smiled at her genuine words but it was soon wiped off when she groaned in pain.
"What is it, my love?" Pulled away to look at her properly.
"I think it is my labors" She answered. She huffed a little as the pain returned. Now thinking about it her pain has been on going and off going since that morning but she was too preoccupied to notice.
"What now? It is a whole moon too early" Aegon panicked getting off the bed.
"Aegon please, help me" She begged crying out as the pain worsened. Aegon ran to the doors trying to open them but they were locked.
"Open the door you cunts!" Aegon screamed fists banging against the wood. This must be his grandsire's doing. The doors opened to show to guards standingt here.
"Call a maester, the queen's labours has begun" Aegon demanded. One of the peeked inside to see the Queen clutching her belly. That ticked Aegon off and rose a more violent part inside of him. He pushed the guard back as hard as he could.
"How dare you?-" Aegon began but stopped when the guard scrambled away fearing his temper and to call a maester. Alicent appeared at the end of the corridor just as the guard passed her hurriedly. She watched him for a second confused before turning back around, she intended to check on Aegon and Saera despite how much she disliked the young girl right now.
Aegon took one glance at his mother before going back inside the room. He did not hesitate to pull Saera into his arm trying to comfort her. Saera has never felt this kind of pain before in her life, she has always been afraid of giving birth but she has never imagined that it will be this painful.
"What is the matter?" Alicent questioned stepping into the room. Aegon was unable to answer as Saera let out a loud scream of pain. Alicent walked over to the bed immediately and pushed the blanket to the side showing the nightgown Saera was put into when she was unconscious and pulled that up as well to show Saera's private parts.
"What are you doing?" Aegon hissed trying to push his mother away but she had already pulled away from Saera.
"Her water broke, you should leave the baby could be coming any minute now" Alicent's words came harsher and colder than she meant. Aegon glared at her, how dare she demand he leave his wife's side while she was in need of him, he doubted Saera needed him more than she did now.
"No, I will stay by her side and support her" He shook his head in denial. Alicent's argument was cut off when the doors opened and a maester walked in followed by Helaena.
"Oh my dear good sister" Helaena occupied the space beside Saera. Saera clutched Aegon's hand along with Helaena's. She was trying not to hurt them but she couldn't, she was in too much pain.
"I want my mother" The ten and six namedays old girl begged. She was still so young for the birthing bed. Alicent felt pity on her but she was once the same, four and ten namedays when she was married off to Viserys and five and ten when she had Aegon.
"Your grace, you must be patient, it is still not time to push" The maester pulled away from her to say. Saera glared down at him feeling a sweat begin to build on her back and forehead. Her body felt like it was on fire.
"Somebody take that cunt out of my room before I kill him" Saera hissed angrily. Her sentence ended with a scream of pain. The maester shook his head and moved to the corner waiting for when he was needed.
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Saera did not know how much time has passed but the sun was slowly rising when the maester deemed it time to start pushing. Aegon moved to sit behind Saera when she kept complaining that the pillows were uncomfortable. Her hand clutched his tightly but he did not mind nor did he care of she broke it. Helaena was sitting to the side whispering encouraging words to Saera who was too polite to tell her to shut the hell up, she loved Helaena but her words were not helping.
"Keep going your grace" The maester encouraged. Alicent had left earlier when one of the maids whispered something to her, making her turn as white as a sheet of paper, all Aegon heard was Aemond's name.
"Yes!" The maester cheered followed by a baby's piercing cries. Saera sobbed hearing the sound for the first time.
"Oh my gods" Helaena had her own tears streaming down her face. The maester handed the bloody baby to it's other.
"Congratulations, your grace, a healthy prince" The maester had a smile on his face.
Neither Saera or Aegon paid him any attention too deeply engrossed with their son. He was tiny with tuffs of white blonde hair. His eyes were scrunched up as he wailed.
"Shhh, my darling dragon" Saera shushed rocking him slowly. The baby's cries slowly quietened down and his eyes opened showing the stark violet identical to Aegon's.
"He looks just like you, gevie" Saera whispered. Her gaze shifted to Aegon's face over her shoulder. He had tears running down his cheeks, she was the only one to call him beautiful in his life.
"Thank you, my love" He leaned his forehead against hers. They pulled away at the sound of a throat being cleared.
"What shall you name him, your grace?" The maester asked not caring that he ruined the familial moment. Saera turned to look at Aegon hoping he does not give their son a stupid name. He turned to look at her with a soft smile through his tears.
"You birthed him, you bled for him, you name him" Aegon whispered. Saera's eyes widened in shock along with the maester's. Helaena however smiled at the display. Aemond had also chosen the names she liked for the twins when they were born. They once sat beside the fireplace and disgust names for their children and she mentioned like the names Jaehaerys and Jaehaera once and that was then and now was now.
"Aenar" Saera said turning to look at the baby in her arms. She remembered reading this name one time in a book about old Valyria and it has been a favourite of her ever since. She looked up when the doors to her room opened showing a terrified Alicent along with a soaked Aemond who also looked traumatised.
"Aemond?" Saera questioned confused. She thought he was at Storm's End for Daeron's betrothal.
"I'm sorry..."
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snowandwolves · 3 months ago
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hi hello! tis the lengthy ask anon back after a length of time. it is now ... wow almost the end of march. why is time like this?!? how has this first quarter of the year been for you? got some crispy lettuce? and rest??
it's been a rollercoaster for me and tbh there were some days when i couldn't read the lighthouse au because it just cut too deep, does that make sense? but things are a bit better now, so i'm back with questions! as always, feel free to skip whatever of these don't bring joy <3
do you think suzanne would ever entertain tours of the lighthouse? does she already?
during that dinner they all had together and mary and ava went out, do you have an idea of how that talk between bea and lil (with cam mediating? eating popcorn?) would've gone? (also i still love that transition: "Everything's fine. — everything is, in fact, not fine.")
how often does ava bring up the "topping" mistake? and how often do does she make them have ice cream so can talk about topping(s) in general?
had bea called suzanne mom before ava said it?
during their time apart, do you have an idea of a moment or two when bea missed ava?
what was the most played song on that playlist you mentioned?
how'd you come up with the title btw? also did you find it easy to come up with a title?
hope spring brings some good things for you!
end of… march… lengthy ask anon, i am so genuinely sorry it’s taken me this long to respond to this 😭 i was dying from summer, got awfully sick twice, and weathered a few life events akdbskd so i guess that answers how the past quarter(s) have been for me 💀 in between, i did get crispy lettuce, some truly jaw-dropping sunsets (i saw iridescent clouds for the first time in my life and deadass sobbed in the middle of the street), and somehow made it through things. i’m still alive and grateful i’m alive 😂
but ok, questions!
1. i’m not sure about that one actually, with her hip and all. but i’m thinking it’d be ava’s great idea that she’ll regret pitching bec who else is supposed to help suzanne and bea set up tours and stuff? 😂 then she’ll, ofc, sign up to be a tour guide, in which case bea will catch her showing off the leather strips in the everything-shed and promptly marching over to cut off whatever unholy thing ava was gonna say about them 💀
2. that talk would’ve been heated, to say the least. i was thinking lilith is the type of person who holds on tight to the people she lets in and bea could misinterpret that as something controlling bec of her childhood. they’d say almost-hurtful things until lilith spits it out for her: “i’m not stopping you from trying to live your life. i’m just asking you to stay, too. i’m worried, and—afraid.” to which bea would pause, look at her friend as her friend and not as a reminder of people she’s not, and say: “i’m not going to forget you, lilith. i’m not going to love you any less than i do now. and if you think that i’m leaving and never coming back here, then think again. this is my home. you’re part of the home that i chose.”
3. SO THIS IS GOLD 😂 what if it’s winter a year later and ava wants ice cream because “i feel like i haven’t reminded you about topping in a while” and bea’s like “must you remind me? after last night?” and ava’s like “if it gets you to blush or gets me a repeat performance, yeah. win-win.”
4. slip of the tongue. unacknowledged but known, you are my mom, and you are my daughter. something allowed and welcomed and only told by the face suzanne makes every time bea says it 🥺
5. bea tries to read a book during her appointed time for a break. her thoughts catch up to her, the way they couldn’t when she was busy thinking about generators and weather reports. and she sits there, open book on her lap, gaze worlds away, trying to sink into the quiet and wondering why it isn’t as peaceful as she remembers it being, before ava came and made a habit out of asking her to read out loud. she cries, just a little. of course, she does.
6. oh gOD. there were so many honestly. i’ll do a top five because it would be a crime to pick 😂 Far From Here by Emmit Fenn (bec i love the intro and the vibes), Silence by Before You Exit (for all of the soft avatrice scenes), Calme by Ever So Blue (for all the quieter, more tender scenes), What a Wonderful World by Reuben and the Dark and AG (this version specifically for the whole storm scene), and Rein You In by TENDER (for the horny) 💀
7. NO, I DID NOT FIND IT EASY TO COME UP WITH A TITLE OR ANY OF THE SOUL-EXTRACTING AO3 ASKED OF ME BEFORE I CAN EVEN POST THE FIRST CHAPTER 😭 i think i was trying to figure out how to relate it to the lighthouse and ava’s journey. it’s honestly longer than my usual titles but at that point, i’d agonized over everything else AO3 wanted that i was just like “fuck it i can’t think about this anymore” 😂
lengthy ask anon, i’m gonna try to respond to your other asks slowly 💀 i’m still sorry it’s taken me so long and please know that i waited to answer these because i wanted to be fully present for it. these still bring me joy, and i appreciate you for it. i hope you’ve been doing alright, that this quarter isn’t as difficult as the others 🥹💙
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strangerficsxx · 4 months ago
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Chapter Four: The Body
wc: 3.4k when will's body is found, jennifer has a hard time getting through her day without the thought of her brother's wellbeing. however, jennifer gets distracted by a dream about someone close to her.
[a/n: all characters, plot, etc. are not mine. The only thing I own is my original character. credit to gif owner. at the end, there is a scene that involves sexual content, please skip that part if you begin to feel uncomfortable.]
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{ late November 9, 1983 }
Jennifer rolled onto her back then on to her side, looking at her alarm clock.
3:45 AM the clock read.
Flopping onto her back, she thought she wouldn’t have to go to school that morning due to Will's deceased body. However, she needed to go anyway.
The images are trapped in her brain like a VHS tape on replay. Tears well up in her eyes as she stared at the ceiling above before she begins to sob silently.
It hurt because Will was just a child. A child who had his whole life ahead of him. And now, it was destroyed. After many attempts, Jennifer finally manages to get herself to fall asleep. 
Again, the time is now 6:01 AM. She will only get less than an hour of sleep since she needed to be up for school. Jennifer was only attending high school to distract herself from last night's events.
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{ November 10, 1983 }
The next morning rolled around faster than she expected as Jennifer headed to school as usual, trying not to think about last night. She runs into Nancy and Steve, looking in Nancy’s direction to see that she wanted to announce something.
Jennifer began to sweat, worried she told Steve about her being jealous of them. Fortunately, she didn’t. Nancy wanted to talk about what she and Jennifer saw in his backyard. The three of them exit the building and go in large but private space.
When Nancy explained everything to Steve, he looked at them both confused out of his mind and probably thinking they were crazy. 
“So, wait a sec. I don’t understand. The two of you went back to my house?”
“To look for Barb,” Nancy says. 
“Yeah, okay, but why didn’t you just talk to me.”
“I don’t know, I… We were scared.” 
“You seriously think that you both saw a guy in a mask just hanging out in my yard?”
“I don’t think it was a mask,” Nancy adds. 
“But he had no face?” Steve asks, skeptical. 
“I swear, I saw nothing. I believed it was a dog, or a fox. It could’ve been a coyote.” Jennifer cut in.
“I don’t know, I just… I have a terrible feeling about this.”
Steve begins to relax, changing his stance where he leans against the brick wall behind him. Across from him, Jennifer is pretty much in the same position as him, but her hand holds the strap of her backpack. 
“Oh, this is bad. This is really bad.” 
“What?” 
“The cops…they’re gonna wanna talk to all of us now. Tommy, Carol, even you, Jennifer. Everybody who was at the party.”
“So?” Nancy asks, folding her arms against her chest. 
“My parents are gonna murder me!” 
“Steve, are you serious right now?" Jennifer asks as he looks over at her then back at Nancy.
His eyes were soft but annoyed. 
"Jennifer, Nancy. You both don't understand. My Dad's a grade-A asshole." 
"Barb is missing! And you're worried about your Dad?" Nancy questions. 
"Okay, just... when you talk to the cops, just... don't mention the beers. It's just gonna get the three of us in trouble and Barbara's got nothing to do with it okay." He says. 
Nancy scoffs. "I can't believe you right now. I can't believe you."
"Nancy. Nancy, wait!"
"Nancy!" Jennifer shouts, but it's no use. 
She turns her heel and walks away leaving Jennifer and Steve alone together, cutting the conversation between them short. She and Steve look at each other. 
“Will they question me?”
“Yes, but when or if they do just—” 
“Don’t mention the beers or Barbra, got it. You know, you’re an asshole, Steve Harrington.” 
He glared at Jennifer, then looking away and rolled his eyes. Jennifer sighed before turning away from him and walked back to the school, leaving him standing there on his own before following after her.
——
In class, the teacher reads aloud the story in his hands; Heart Of Darkness. Of course Jennifer wasn't paying attention since she is currently doodling on a piece of notebook paper, and Nancy is staring blankly out the window. Suddenly, a woman opens the door and peaks her head in as she calls out a name.
"Nancy Wheeler?" The woman calls. "If you'll come with me, please?"
Nancy rises and collects her things before walking out of the classroom with her things in hand. She follows the woman out of the class as Jennifer wants to know why she left suddenly.
She assumed it was the police who were ready to interrogate Nancy. To ask her questions about the night before. Jennifer wanted to know what Nancy will say about her, or if she’ll even mention her at all, in hopes that she won't say anything about Jennifer being involved or jealous of her and Steve dating.
The brunette began to get overwhelmed, her breathing hitched in the back of her throat. Raising her hand, the teacher looks over at her sighing in annoyance. 
"Yes, Ms. Henderson?" 
"I, uh, have to use the bathroom..." She lies. 
"It's not the time to use it. You can use the restroom after we're done with the chapter."
She then comes up with a perfect excuse. Period. Certain men get uncomfortable with the topic, so she decides to use it. Now or never. Jennifer is going to embarrass the hell out of her male teacher.
"I don't think you understand. Do you know how hard it is to come to school when you feel like there's barbed wire wrapped around your waist, and massive amounts of--"
"Just... just go. This is the only exception." 
"Thank you,"
Jennifer makes way towards the door and smiles at herself before walking out and towards the cafeteria, wondering where Nancy went. Upon hearing a conversation, she looks through the opened door and sees two officers sitting on one side of a table in the cafeteria as Nancy and her mother, Mrs. Wheeler, sit across from them. 
"This argument you and Barbra had? What exactly was it about?" 
"It wasn't really an argument. Barb just wanted to leave. I just… I was in a mood because of Jennifer." 
"Jennifer Henderson?"
Nancy nods, finishing her sentence. "Yeah, she was there too -- So, I... I told her to just go home."
"Then what?"
"Then I went upstairs to put on some dry clothes," 
"And the next day, you returned and saw a bear, you're thinking?"
"I don't know what it was, but... I think it may have taken Barb. You need to check behind Steve's house."
"We did. There's nothing there. There's no sign of a bear."
"And no car." 
"We figured that Barbra came back last night and she took off and went somewhere else. Has she ever talked to you about running off? Leaving town, maybe?" 
"No, Barb wouldn't do that, ever."
"She wasn't upset about the fact that you were spending time with this boy? Uh, Steve Harrington."
"What? No." She denies. 
"Maybe she was jealous because she saw you go up to Steve's room?" 
"It wasn't like that.” 
"Like what?" 
"Steve and me, we're just friends." 
That was a blatant lie that slipped between Nancy’s lips.
Jennifer continued listening, hearing the melancholy tone in Nancy's voice when talking about Steve Harrington. She could tell that Nancy was upset about Barb, but also not wanting her mom to find out what she and Steve did that night in his room.
Jennifer can't think about that at the moment as she hears footsteps approaching as she swiftly moves out of the way and into a nearby Girls restroom, hiding as she sees a blonde haired woman walk by. Turning away and leaning against the wall, Jennifer hears the footsteps recede as she steps out, wanting to listen in more but it seems that the cops are done talking to Nancy. Jennifer quickly makes it back to her class, walking in and taking a seat and act as if nothing had happened.
——
The officers called Jennifer back to discuss what happened as well. They basically asked her the same questions as Nancy. 
“When you were at Steve’s house, were you present when Nancy Wheeler and Barbra Holland had their argument?” 
“Yes, I was. I was standing by the staircase when it happened.” 
“And what were they arguing about?” 
“Well, Barbra wanted to leave and Nancy told her to just go home. After that, I saw her but the lights cut out and I fell. The next thing I knew, she was gone.” 
“The lights, did you trip on a chord?”
“N-no, no. I lost my footing and fell on a metal shard that was sticking up from the ground in Steve’s backyard. I got cut along the way.” 
“And can you show us that?”
“Yeah,” Jennifer says, rolling her sleeve up and showing the cops her bandaged up wound before peeling the large band aid partially off.
“Oh, yeah. That’s a slash alright.”
Jennifer pulls her arm back, rolling her sleeve down. She sat there, fumbling a loose end of her bandage
——
What felt like an eternity, Jennifer is done with the interrogation and for the day. She walks out of the building as she sees Steve is nowhere to be found.
Jennifer decided to walk toward Phoebe's car until she spots Nancy walking away from the building as Jennifer follows after her in her vehicle. She forgot that Phoebe slipped her the keys incase she needed to leave at any time and point, so she took the opportunity and got in the vehicle. She slowly drove up to her and stopped as Nancy stops too. Jennifer rolls her window down, looking her way.
"Hey, uh, Nancy?" 
"What do you want?"
"I wanted to see if you were okay, I noticed you left in a bad mood."
"Jennifer, why are you even bothering me right now? Shouldn't you be on your way home?” 
“Well, yes. But I wanted to see how you were doing after… talking about Barb. Also, if you want I could give you a ride, so you're not walking too far." 
"I'm fine, thanks."
"Okay, suit yourself."
Jennifer begins rolling up her window as Nancy halts. She taps the brakes lightly, stopping the car as well, unlocking the doors. Nancy opens the passenger side door and slides in. On the way, the ride was quiet until Nancy decided to break the silence.
"Can we stop by the funeral home?" 
"Yeah, why?"
"Jonathan should be there. Can you drop me off?" 
"Yeah, I can do that. What for?"
“Just to talk.” 
“Okay,” 
At the funeral home, Jennifer parks and she gets out along with Nancy as they both walk into the small building. 
"Why are you coming in with me?"
"I have to use the bathroom since I didn’t have time before school let out for the day. And, if you want to, I can leave you two alone so you both have more privacy.” 
“No, it’s okay."
As Jennifer steps towards the front desk, she looks around and tries to find someone who can direct her to the restroom. Finally, a woman walks out and Jennifer asks where the bathroom is. Getting an answer, she follows the woman's instructions and walk into the small bathroom.
The bathroom was dimly lit and the smell of room spray filled the inside. Jennifer walks in and closes the door behind her, locking it. After, she washes her hands and walks out of the bathroom and toward the entrance when she sees Jonathan and Nancy sitting side by side on an ottoman. 
"--It looks like it could be some kind of perspective distortion, but I wasn't using the wide angle. I don't know." 
Jennifer appears in front of them, confused about what's happening. They look at her as she saw the sadness in Jonathan's eyes. She moved closer and eyed the photo of Barb sitting on the diving board above Steve’s heated pool — in his hand.
Reminiscing the previous night, she remembered when she fell as Jennifer looks away for a few seconds before looking back at the photo. Something on the right of the frame catches her eyes as she stared at it.
A figure of some kind is seen. It was a very dark photo, but Jennifer knew there was something else in the picture that she nor Jonathan saw that night. She felt faint. Jennifer knew this wasn’t some kind of human. She felt it was something else, something more sinister.
"And you're sure you didn't see anyone else out there?"
"No. And she was there one second and then, um... gone. I figured she bolted." Jennifer says.
"The cops think that she ran away," Nancy adds.
Jennifer pretends to hear Nancy speak to him about her interrogation, acting as if it’s new to her. But she already knew what the worried brunette said because Jennifer was eavesdropping on the entire conversation between her and the officers. Jennifer comes back to reality and listened. 
"But they don't know Barb. And we went back to Steve's... and we thought we both saw something." She pauses. "Some weird man or, I don't know what it was."
Jonathan looks at her, expression staying the same as earlier. Nancy's utterance changes to where she's more sincere. 
"I'm sorry." She apologizes. "I... I shouldn't have come here today. I'm so sorry." 
Nancy rises and begins to walk away as Jennifer is already making her way toward the entrance of the funeral home. The lanky male stood abruptly and took a step.
"What'd he look like?" Jonathan suddenly questioned. 
Nancy stopped in her tracks before turning around. 
"What?"
"This man you saw in the woods. What'd he look like?"
Nancy fumbled over her words. "I don't know. It was almost like he.. He didn't have--"
"Didn't have a face?" He asks.
"How did you know that?" Jennifer asked, walking and standing beside Nancy as they look at each other. 
The three of them stand there, sharing nervous glances at one another.
——
Soon, Jennifer, Nancy and Jonathan make it to the school as they enter the photo room where the graphs are put through some kind of liquid to make them more vivid. Jonathan gets everything set up as she watched closely, Nancy perched her upper body weight on her arm and looked up at the male.
Jennifer stood opposite of Jonathan, waiting for something to happen. 
“And you’re…” 
“Brightening. Enlarging.” 
“Hmm.” 
“Did your mom say anything else?” 
He grunts as Nancy continued.
“Like, um, where it might have gone to, or…” 
“No, just that it came out of the wall.” 
The machine dings as Jonathan flips a switch or some sort then sighing soon after. He sets the paper in a tub of liquid as they all watch intently. 
“How long does this take?” Jennifer asked.
“Not long.” 
“Have you been doing this a while?” Nancy then asks. 
“What?” He questions. 
“Photography?” 
“Yeah. I guess I’d rather observe people than, you know…” 
“Talk to them.” Jennifer finishes as they exchanged eye contact with each other.
“I know. It’s weird.” 
“No!”
“N–no, it is. It’s just sometimes… people don’t really say what they’re really thinking. But you capture the right moment… it says more.” He smiles. 
Jennifer watches as they begin talking about the picture of Nancy. Soon the two females look down, a startling image captures their attention. 
“That’s it!” Nancy exclaimed, looking down at the photo. “That’s what we saw.” 
Jonathan gasps. 
“My mom… I thought she was crazy ‘cause she said… that’s not Will’s body. That he’s alive.” 
“And if he’s alive—” 
“Then Barbara is too,” Jennifer finished.
The three teens look at each other then back at the photo, finally finding a clue to this crazy mystery. To Jennifer, it felt like she were stuck in one of her little brother's sci-fi comic books.
However... This was real life.
——
Later that night, Jennifer sits on the couch in her living room and is currently watching the news as the anchors discuss Will Byers' death. Soon her mother changes the channel to watch something else as Jennifer rises and walks toward her bedroom.
She walks in and closes the door behind her, sliding out of her clothes and into pajamas before sliding into her bed. Thinking back at the photo she saw of the figure earlier, beginning to theorize who or what it could be. 
"What unidentified being are you?" She asks.  
Suddenly the thought of Steve taking her out enters Jennifer’s tired mind as she looks at the window. She sighed in annoyance, laying down before falling asleep.
——
Waking up, Jennifer hears the phone ring from the other room. She glanced at her alarm clock. It’s only 2:25 (AM) in the morning as she gets out of bed. Rushing out the door of her bedroom, Jennifer picks up the phone and says hello before hearing a voice on the other end. 
"Hey," Steve says. "You, uh, wanna meet somewhere private?"
"S-sure. Yeah, we can do that.." 
"Sneak out and meet me down the street at the entrance of your neighborhood."
"Okay." 
Hanging the phone up, she proceeds to go back to her room.
Jennifer throws her clothes off and sat them on her bed before changing into a more provocative ensemble. Brushing through her brown-black hair, she let it down before touching up her makeup. Jennifer opened the window and swung her leg out as it touched the ground below.
She then proceeded to carefully exit, brushing herself off before ushering away from her house. Jennifer walked down the lonely and desolate street. Eventually the female makes it to Steve's car as she slides in the passenger seat, out of breath.
"Hey." Jennifer says.
"Hi." 
Jennifer slides her seatbelt on as Steve takes off somewhere more private. She stared out the window the entire ride. Steve clears his throat as it breaks the silence between them. On the radio, The Police’s 'Every Breath You Take' plays. It calms her nerves.  
"So," He begins. "I didn't see you after school got out. Is everything okay? Especially between you and Nancy?"
"Yeah, actually." 
"Good. It's good seeing you getting along with her. Besides us… w-well,” He stutters.
“What happened between you and Nancy?” Jennifer asked as Steve stayed silent. 
He pulled over and killed the engine. Looking toward her, he sighs before speaking.  
"It didn’t work between me and Nancy because she knew that you had a thing for me. Is that true?” He asks.  
“I, uh, I don’t recall any of that. I don’t have feelings for you, or anyone.”
“Jen, come on. We’ve known each other since we were in middle school.” 
“I know, but I don’t want to ruin things between you and Nancy.” 
“You won’t.”
Becoming overwhelmed, Jennifer grabs a cigarette and lighter from the cup holder of Steve’s BMW and step out of the vehicle.
She sets the cigarette between her lips, lighting the bud. Jennifer closes the lighter and takes a drag. Steve stepped out and walked up to Jennifer. His finger rests under her chin, making her look him in the eyes. She tried looking away but it was no use.  
“What?” 
Steve doesn’t say anything as he movies his hand to cup Jennifer's face, leaning towards her. She pulls the cigarette out and toss it to the ground and rest her hands on his arms. Their faces are just inches away from one another. Jennifer leans in too, this time closing the gap between them.
Their lips meet and her eyes close. Jennifer feels like she's floating right now. Kissing him harder, Steve leads them both to his backseat where they peel each other's clothes off, leaving them both in their underwear.
Steve moves and slides Jennifer’s panties down to her ankles as he does the same with his boxers, positioning himself on top of her. With each thrust, Jennifer’s moaned with pleasure. She begins to move slightly to were she’s more comfortable until —
——
Jennifer landed on the hard floor, waking from her slumber. She looks around and saw herself on the floor of her bedroom. Jennifer swore before standing up. She looked at her clock, seeing that it’s only 4:45 AM.
“Shit. What’s wrong with me?” Jennifer asked herself. 
Jennifer just had a dream involving sexual innuendos with Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler's boyfriend.
To Jennifer, that made her freak out before getting up and sitting down on her bed. She tried everything to get that out of her mind as she begins crying. A part of Jennifer wanted it to be real then the other part of her wished it never happened. 
It did though, and she had to accept it and face reality.
Jealousy is a bitch.
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Black Butler Grinch!AU Pt.2
Synopsis: Something has it out for the Phantomhive household but will Sebastian make it in time to save everyone?
CW: Body gore, decapitation, stalking, pinchers, monster depictions, horror in general, Sebastian is an ass. 
Pt. 1  Pt. 3
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The mailman bubs through sobs. “I know it sounds crazy but-”
Ciel scoffs behind you. “It must have been a bear coming out of hibernation or something.”
you check the wound on his side. Two thick puncture holes below his ribs. It wasn’t Sebastian's style. Whoever did this seemed less intent on killing and more on draining him.
The mailman shakes his head at Ciel. “But it said-”
“It spoke to you?” Sebastian interrupts, “well that does change things, what did it say?” 
“It said, “In blood dark will be plentiful.”” the man stuttered again. “what could that mean?” 
I lean back on my heels looking back at Sebastian. He turns to Ciel speaking in hushed tones. 
“There are creatures that feed off emotion that are quite abundant this time of year.” He says it loud enough for you to hear, but still you strain. “Both are usually well fed this time of year. Christmas is made up of two specifically, one feeds on joy the other depression. Joy is quite symbiotic for humans, but the other obviously wouldn’t be. When one thrives the other can’t eat. I think they're starving each other out.”
You keep the mailman's hand in yours as you turn to them. “So why not fight each other, what do we have to do with it?”
Sebastian skips the last half of your question continuing on the first. “Joy likely hasn’t noticed a discrepancy yet. England keeps plenty of events going in the build up to Christmas, the thing won’t realize until Christmas that something has happened."
“but it's a deficit year. There are plenty of people struggling.” Ciel counters.
“To put it simply, they are greedy. You can thank the ever consumerism of Christmas on joy and capitalism on the other. Of course some of their retaliations work in tandem with the others. They are the same being after all, but when humans do things to upset their balance, like giving treats to starving children for example, it can make a starving beast come out of hiding.”
The conversation falls into silent contemplation before Sebastian orders Finny, Mey Ren, Bald and even Tanka to go find dry clothes and prepare to go out again.
You follow them out of the room into the hallway. “Am I coming this time?” You ask. 
Ciel continues leaving you and Sebastian alone. 
He spares you a slight glance. “No.”
“Sebastian-”
He turns to you fully with a sigh. “I know you believe I am doing this because I believe you incapable, but I assure you that isn’t the case-” 
“No Sebastian, that wasn’t my assumption,” you meet his eyes. “I have had no problem siding with your decisions when they are explained and logical. This is neither. You have yet to give me any reason I shouldn’t be useful when we both know I am capable.” 
He did believe you would be useful, even kept kicking himself to not allow you to come, but he couldn’t. Simply you would distract him. It was of course his own greed to keep you safe that would distract him but it was easier to blame you. 
All day he’d been trying to come up with a viable reason for you to stay inside, without revealing too many of his personal feelings. When it was proving fruitless he opted to avoid you all together. 
He even played with the idea of telling you that you were incapable, but that would create a rift he didn’t have the time to render, besides it didn’t feel comfortable within himself to lie about something so blatantly untrue given his actual reasoning. 
“I knew someone was stalking the manor,” he confessed, “I haven’t been able to tell who until now. Someone ambushed all of England's Funtum toy factories leaving inventory in complete ruins. This was the last target on the list of places they have yet to hit. Baldroy, Finney, and Mey Ren were out looking for evidence. I didn’t involve you because I don’t prefer to put my things in needless danger.”
You were growing tired of hearing the term my thing. “So you allowed me to stay in the kitchen acting as if nothing was wrong while my friends put themselves at risk mere feet away because you wanted to preserve me for a fantasy you’ve created in your mind?”
 His jaw slacked slightly but he closed it with a drop of his shoulders. 
Did that hurt his feelings? 
Either way, he recovers quickly. “Yes. And I would and will do it again.” He takes a step forward, brushing a hand on your cheek. “it’s not for you to understand yet. Maybe if you behave I’ll explain later. But for now, I mean what I say. Stay inside.” 
You had enough bravery left in your chest for one more remark. “And if I don’t?”
His palm, still soft against your cheek, smooths back into your neck as he tugs you into an empty room. His nose teases yours and he leans in with a sly smile. “I am not known for gentle punishments.” 
With that, he steps away locking you in. You jiggle the knob angrily. “Sebastian no!” you bang on the door, but he’s gone. 
You don’t know how much time has passed but your fists have become sore and bruised, halfheartedly pounding the wood when you hear footsteps. “Hello,” you beg, “let me out!” 
To your surprise there's a jiggle of the handle, a click, and the door creaks open. You expect to find Mey Ren or maybe Finny but instead, it’s the mailman.
He favors his left side heavily and holds the rag you’d given over his puncture wounds on the right. “I heard you from the kitchen,” he huffs. His body shakes, pained and weak. “I waited until they left before coming.” 
You felt ashamed and angry that you needed an injured man to come save you. You huffed out a thanks looking down the hall. The air is still with the absence of echoing conversation or footsteps. Instead, it is the shaky haggard breath of your savior. 
“There are better pain medicines upstairs in the guest kitchen.” You suggest taking him under your arm. 
“I can’t make it up like I am now.” 
“I’ll get them.”
The house is completely empty. Not even Tanaka ghosts through the halls. You’d never been inside like this before. it took on a certain hum like you weren’t alone and it was the house itself keeping you company. 
You were debating with yourself whether it was worth going out into the snow now. If everyone had truly gone you would be wandering around by yourself looking for a creature you had no business fighting. For now, what you could do was help the mailman. 
Just as you’ve gotten the pain medicine in hand all the lights in the manor snuff at once throwing you at the mercy of a snowy gray sky. It illuminates just enough for you to see the rough shapes of the furniture in front of you. You listen for anything out of place but hear nothing but eerie stillness. 
Shuffling forward, gripping anything you can to find your way. It was too dark to even find a candle to light so you rely solely on muscle memory to get you back down to the servant's stairs. 
It’s darker in the lower level. All the windows had been bordered up to conserve heat. Still, your eyes had adjusted enough to see where you were going, but the moment you turned the corner you almost wished they hadn’t.
Down the hallway to the kitchens stands a mass large enough to be a bear. But where bears were plump all around it was skinny in the arms with a bulbous tummy and stood on its back legs. It has a smaller mass in its hand that stretches long and moves lifelessly.
Two glowing yellow eyes catch yours and don’t break. Your breath pulls in commas and you swear it can hear your heart beating. You stand there an eternity unwilling to move first. The mass in its hand whimpers in a tone sounding sickeningly similar to the mailman's and your attention breaks for only a second. When it rights the creature is halfway down the hall to you, dropping its first toy in a heap behind it.
You throw yourself through the doorway of your room just as it crashes by. One of its hands catches the door frame pulling itself into the entrance. It looms large and heavy above trapping you in a corner. 
“Don’t run little spirit,” its voice sounds like broken glass on concrete. “I’d rather get this done quickly.” 
A woosh of air and biting pain clamp down on your arm. Thick nails puncture your muscles dragging you forward. You attempt to jimmy free, sacrificing the integrity of your forearm. 
Thick red ribbons slice down your arms as you barrel around the creature taking a turn towards the stairs. Hot blood drips down your palms. It stalks behind you with an indignant growl. Where were you going to go? Running through the rest of the house was bound to catch Sebastian's attention who was looking for the creature outside, though if they weren’t close enough to notice the sudden absence of light they likely weren’t close enough to be of any help to you. You are paces from the stairs when you hear it behind you gaining speed. 
If you found yourself trapped in the stairwell with it, there would be no escape, a split decision, and you turned left, throwing yourself into the dumbwaiter. 
Your body contorts awkwardly into the hole and slams the door closed. There are a few loud bangs on the metal door, denting it slightly before nails rock the door you're holding closed open a few inches. You try once more to close it with all your weight then switch your strength to the chain pulling the platform you sit on up out of reach. 
It pokes its head under the door watching you climb. Its cackles echo up the metal shaft and it disappears. You pull as hard and fast as you can with your veins punctured as they are. The upper kitchen comes into view accompanied by a series of clamors up the main staircase.
You throw yourself out of the hole in the wall and beneath the first surface, you can fit under holding your breath. The world is silent for a moment and you think to come out to grab a weapons, but the thud of nails brings the idea to a halt. You look beneath the table for feet, but none show. Despite this, the distinct steps of travel doesn’t stop. 
It’s in here with you, you know it and it's close. You hold your breath hoping to hear the taps again. There it is-
 Tap, tap- Above you. 
Stifling your sobs with a fist you peek up at the horrifying mass crawling on the ceiling. Its fingers splay out tickling the wall as it looks around the room like he hasnt spotted you yet. The kitchen holds barely any more light than the bottom floors, but moonlight pools through the windows. When the creature passes through it you can see the undeniable green tint of matted fur. 
 “I can smell you,” it growls, dropping its body heavily atop the cart you’re under. 
Reclusing into yourself, you pull your arms, still oozing blood as close to your body as it will go. If you didn’t stop the bleeding soon you were sure to lose more than just a fight. 
Its sheer size was enough to determine fighting as a viable option for survival. Though it had proved sentient, maybe you could bargain.
You lick your lips preparing to speak, but as the syllable slicks your tongue, something slinks around your ankle dragging you from your hiding spot.
You grab onto the cart as it swings around on its wheeled legs. The creature holds you above itself beaming with slated pupils in golden eyes. “Found you.”
A scream attempts to rip itself from your lungs but no sound escapes. Instead, the last hope of your original plan pleads into the freezing air. “What do you want?”
A growl hums from the beast. "the dark," it says.
You attempt to swipe at the thing catching its mouth with your bad arm. A new sort of excitement burns behind its grip. It catches your limb with its free hand dropping your leg all together.
Holding your arm to its lips you feel a dry sandpaper-like tongue slip over your skin. Torn bits of flesh rip from your body. You attempt to push against it, to run away but it holds your elbow firmly in place.
What feels like teeth sink into your body, but when you take a moment to look its jaw it completely slacks, extracting two thick appendages from its mouth tearing into your tendons. Your muscles spasm.
Despite the physical pain nothing compares to the utter despair fuzzing around your vision. Any memory, hope or contentment you'd felt in your life depleted as if nothing had ever been there leaving behind nothing but gloom.
Your focus wanes in and out of consciousness. You reach for anything to cling to. Any hope or- Your free hand grazes the handle of a cast iron pan you pull at it with everything inside of you. it nearly falls heavy out of your grip, but you swing it up enough to catch its pincers with the hull breaking one of them off.
The creature lets you go grasping its jaw. You crawl out of the kitchen onto the overlook of the main staircase. Through bellows and growls, you look around for anything to defend yourself with. You giggle the rungs of the stairs railing but they all fix tightly. Nothing but glass vases and garland are close enough for you to reach. You peek over the railing to the bottom foyer. 
The stairs were too far away for you to crawl to time so you tug at the garland. Resigned to the idea you might not make it out of this you pull the vines around yourself and turn to the creature stalking towards you. 
Its growls are pained and furious. 
You hear Sebastian call to you from somewhere in the lower levels, but he isn't close enough.
The second your attention divides the creature lunges. You catch its neck in the garland throwing yourself over the railing. The tile below comes at you quickly and you close your eyes preparing for impact, but it doesn’t come immediately. Your body jolts with a loud gargled snap suspending you in the air a second longer, before you continue your descent to the floor. 
You hit the cold ground in a series of two thuds. Air vomits itself from your lungs leaving you gasping and as you bring in your first intake hot liquid pours down your scalp. 
It floods your ears, stings your eyes, and puddles in your lap. You attempt to scramble away but are met with the still-glowing eyes of your assailant. Its severed head leans in a blackened puddle spreading down the foyer. 
You think you hear your name, but can’t be sure until someone pinches your shoulder swiveling you around into candlelight. You blink away the burn it brings Sebastian's eyes meeting yours. 
He inspects you frantically. “Are you hurt?” 
You have no words to give him, so you lift your arm feeling the things eyes on you from behind. 
When Sebastian pulls your arm into the light, you see the cuts are much deeper than you’d initially. Where it had fed on you gashes in a different direction than the others. Likely from where you’d hit it. As the thought finishes in your mind you feel the last of your adenine leave your body. Everything becomes heavy. 
Sebastian keeps you upright, his grip struggling to keep gentle against your sensitive skin. “It fed on you?” his voice lowered to ice and velvet. The question wasn’t really for you and you’re thankful. Honestly you didn’t know how to answer.
His eyes glow like the creatures but full of blood rather than fire. “Where is it?”
With the last of your resolve, you scoop the severed head behind you into your lap. The puddle sloshes against your leg waving out and beyond. 
Sebastian doesn’t shy away from the thing, but shock still shows through in his features.
“You would have thought it had the decency to stay in a single part of the house,” Ciel scoffs behind Sebastian. 
“That’s my fault,” you slur instinctively. 
You can’t see the boy, but you hear an indignant hum then the tap of his cane as he turns away. “Sebastian, get this cleaned up. Then tea.” 
Sebastian, who was always at the ready to obey, doesn’t move. His hand cradles your fist that grips a tuft of the severed head. “I’ll take it from here.” 
You had a witty comeback somewhere in your subconscious but you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Instead, you pry your fingers open and he takes the head looking to the floor above. 
He keeps what he sees to himself, tossing the head aside. “Let’s get you in the bath.”
CW for part three: Smut. Porn with a plot. MDNI. Trauma shock. blood.
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observeowl · 2 years ago
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Championship pt1 S.J
Scarlett Johansson x daughter!reader
Summary: Having a busy schedules makes it hard to pay attention to everyone.
Reader POV Recently, my mum has been ignoring me. She's at home the whole day but she spends her time with Rose and Colin. That is the fate of the adopted, being forgotten easily, being tossed aside. I guess I should be glad they remember to place my set of cutlery and bowls during dinner time. I wondered if I just walked out of the house would they notice?
"Hey mum..." I tried to get her attention.
"Wait. Can't you see I'm busy?" She continues to face her laptop typing away things that I cannot see. I nodded my head and walked back to my room. Busy, a word that everyone uses when they need an excuse not to do something. I guess she doesn't want to have to do anything with me at all. I held back my tears even though I was shaking.
The next morning, I left a note on her table. I wanted to talk to her yesterday because today is my Badminton Championship, the first time our club managed to get to the finals. I wanted to invite her since I know she's not doing any projects at the moment but I thought wrong, I should have invited Elizabeth instead.
This is what I get for having expectations, I get disappointed.
We get to skip the last two periods of school to get ready and head to the school that was hosting the championship. We did our warmups and listened to the coach's guidance. The opponents we were matched against were the reigning champions of badminton. It was tough but we managed to fight through and win 3 games to 2.
Our team jumped from their seats and cheered and cried at our victory. We finally won a trophy for our school! We had our group hug and went on with the victory ceremony. To celebrate the hard earned win and our effort not gone to waste, we decided to have a team dinner.
>time skip to after dinner<
The dreaded time has come. It managed to stay out of my head until I parted ways with my teammates and had to go back home. Since I was the captain (I wish), I was tasked with holding the trophy until the next day of school. Maybe with the proof in hand, I will manage to get her attention? To be worthy of her attention?
With a heavy heart, I pushed open the front door. As much as I tell myself I don't need her, I desperately wants her attention. I could hear my heart thumping as I walked towards the living room. The sight broke my heart, the three of them with Rose in the center. Hell, do they even know someone walked into their house?
"I'm back." I said to them with their back facing me. Did I not say it loud enough? It was only when Scarlett turned to grab her phone did she realise I was there, even then, she said.
"How long have you been standing there? Why haven't you changed out of your clothes? Do I have to tell you to do everything?"
If someone has microscopic hearing, they would have heard my heart breaking into a million pieces. I turned around and wiped my tears and headed back to my bedroom. I put the trophy on my desk before walking over to the window. My room is on the second floor (the next one from the ground floor). It shouldn't be that high right?
I looked down and gulped. I should be okay, I should be okay. I am an athlete. I can take this.
I took a deep breath and jumped and rolled on the floor as I landed. Thank goodness for watching so many action dramas.
I took out my phone and called Elizabeth. I thought I would be okay but once I heard her voice, I broke down. I haven't cried in front of Scarlett and I don't know what to say. "Y/N sweetie, why are you crying?"
Between my sobbing, I told her to come and pick me because I left the house. Without questioning, she came over and brought me over to her house.
"Oh shit. I forgot you were married." I stopped at the door.
"No... it's okay. Come on, let's bring you to the guest room."
"What happened? It's not like you to run out." She said after settling me on the bed.
"I-I don't know what to do... I know I should be grateful and- and many people would kill to be in my position. But I just want her attention." I cried until my eyes hurt. "I wanted to talk to her yesterday but she said she was busy. I placed a note on her table today hoping she'll come to my championship but she obviously didn't appear. She didn't even know I came into the house just now." I gripped onto Lizzie's shirt and cried onto her shoulders. "I don't know what to do..."
"You don't deserve this. Let me call Scarlett." She reached towards her back pocket for her phone.
"No no no. She doesn't know I'm not at home." I stopped her from calling Scarlett.
"Okay, but I'll be talking to her tomorrow."
"What about school?" I asked.
"Do you want to go to school?" I nodded. "Then I'll go over to your house tomorrow to help you pick up your school stuff."
I smiled and thanked her for allowing me to stay over and express my frustration. Before she left I asked "Is it too much to ask you to stay?" I really wanted someone to hold me.
"Of course not sweetie."
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likeitloveitblogit · 3 years ago
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Just Hold Me
I had a dream that got stuck in my brain, so I decided to turn it into a Loki x fem!reader fanfic. Here it is. Please be gentle this is the first but of my writing I've shared.
Pairing: Loki x fem!reader
Summary: After a rough battle fighting with the Avengers you skip the party to recover in your room at the Avengers tower. There you're visited by a drunk Thor and a comforting Loki.
Word Count: 2.5k
Warning: non consensual kissing, mention of assault, pain, mention of death, they all need therapy
What to expect: Me turning a dream into a Loki fluff therapy session.
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From your room in the Avengers tower you could still hear the sounds of the party. Another victory for the team meant another raging party to celebrate. You loved a good party, but you had taken a few too many hits during the mission and had chosen to head back to your room.
A knock sounded at your door, "Y/N, are you there?" You heard the gruff voice of Thor.
The god of thunder and his brother Loki had become members of the team after defeating the Dark Elves in London. There had been a drunken night when Loki confessed to you he had considered faking his own death and stealing the throne of Asgard. But Loki had chosen to help fight, winning the battle and the approval of the Avengers. Not everyone had accepted them completely, but you understand that people were capable of change and had become friends with the pair.
"Y/N?!?" Thor called again, pounding a little harder on the door.
You rise from your bed and walk to the door, opening it you find a very clearly drunk Thor. It took a great deal of drinking to get the god drunk. You chuckle thinking about how much he must have consumed, but then notice that his eyes are full of tears.
"Thor, what's wrong?"
"Can I come in?"
Normally you didn't let anyone into your room. You were a fairly open person, happy to share, but your room was your safe place to get away and recharge. Standing there, leaning slightly against your door frame Thor looked completely broken, so you open the door and gesture for him to enter. Leaving the door open you follow Thor into the room.
You weren't sure how to handle having a guest in your room. But Thor walked over and sat on your bed, like he owned the place. "I'm sorry to bother you, I just, I was at that party and everything was good. You know we had that Asgardian wine brought in, so much better than anything here on Midgard. But then I saw a woman in the crowd that looked just like her. And I thought, I don't know, I thought maybe she had only faked it, maybe she'd just been lost and now she'd come to find me. I ran over to her, but the woman was just some stranger."
From your spot learning against the wall you asked, "Who do you mean? Jane?"
"Ha, I've lost her too. I seem to lose everyone I care about. But no. I thought I saw my mother"
That broke your heart. That same drunken night when Loki had confessed thinking of faking his own death, you two had also talked about Frigga's death. Unsure how to comfort the god then you had sat with Loki, holding his hand while he cried. Loki had been so close with Frigga, a part of Loki had changed when the guard had delivered the news of her death. Being in prison unable to even attend the funeral had stirred a desire to be a better person in Loki.
Even though you had seen Loki's grief, somehow Thor had seemed stronger, less affected, but Frigga was his mother, too. The loss of a parent is a terrible thing to deal with no matter how strong of a person you might appear to be. And clearly alcohol made the Asgardians emotional wrecks, because here now was the god of thunder sitting on your bed, body racking with sobs.
You sat down next to Thor, reaching to take his hand. Instead Thor pulled you into a crushing hug. Your first instinct was to pull away from the pain, you had really taken a beating in that fight. But Thor was your friend and he was hurting inside, so you relaxed. Rubbing circles on his back, you whispered "it's ok, you're ok" while you let him cry on your shoulder. The two of you sat like that for a long while before Thor released his hold on you.
You were about to ask Thor if he was feeling better, when he looked down at you and leaned in to kiss you. A million thoughts ran through your brain all at once. Fear struck you the strongest, and you scrambled away, backing up until your back was against the headboard. "What are you doing?"
"Um, kissing you," Thor said as he crawled toward you, hovering over you he leaned to try and kiss you.
"Well, stop it" you put your arms in front of your face trying to push him away. "Stop it, stop it, stop it"
Thor's strong arms easily push your own hands out of the way. But just as Thor leaned in towards you, he was ripped from on top of you.
Frightened, you look up to see Loki shoving Thor away, placing himself between you and Thor. "The lady told you to stop. What has gotten into you brother?"
"You don't know anything stupid brother, just leave us alone" Thor lunges for Loki, but Thor is still far too intoxicated to stand a chance in a fight. Loki easily pushes back and Thor nearly crashes into the wall.
Before Thor can lunge again Loki summons a pair of daggers and points then at Thor. "Brother you're drunk. You need to calm down. I don't want to hurt you, but if you try to hurt Y/N, I'll have no choice."
"Brother you wouldn't dare."
Loki points the daggers more directly at Thor "I don't know what is happening here but you know that I will do anything to defend a lady's honor."
"Oh, so you're just such a hero now? A perfect little prince charming? You're not defending anything. You're just jealous because Y/N invited me into her room and not you."
You stand up, careful to stay behind Loki. "Thor, nothing was going to happen between us. You came to me, crying and I offered you a hand to hold because I knew you missed your mother. You hugged me and I let you because you are my friend. But that's it. You are my friend and I don't want any more than that. You should thank Loki for keeping you from doing something you'd have regretted."
"You think I'd regret kissing you?"
"No, I think you'd regret kissing someone who didn't want to be kissed. You'd regret taking advantage of someone you cared about."
"I, I thought you'd want to kiss me"
"You buffoon, not everyone wants to have their face crushed in by your giant head."
"Hush Loki," you walk toward Thor, Loki tries to pull you back behind him but you touch his arm gently, and step forward. "Thor you know I do care about you, but I don't feel that way about you. Look, I know you have had a lot to drink tonight. And you have a lot of emotions running through you. I mean you thought you saw your mother, that has to be really hard to deal with. But you made a mistake."
"I thought, I just. Uh, I'm sorry"
"I know. Right now I think it is best if you go back to your room, get some sleep, and we can talk more in the morning, once you're sober."
"But,"
"You heard her brother. She is giving you a very generous offer. If you don't accept and leave now, I will make you. And I won't be nice about it."
With a final look at you, Thor leaves your room.
Once Loki is sure that Thor is gone, he sets his daggers down and turns to you. You register that he chose to set them down rather than magic then away, but chart it away as a question for later.
Approaching you, hands raised like you are an animal he is afraid to spook Loki asks, "Y/N, are you ok?"
"Yes, yes. I'm fine." Which is a lie, you're anything but ok. Unsteady on your feet, you nearly collapse.
Loki reaches to catch you and leads you to sit on the bed, "oh Y/N, what did he do to you? I'll kill him if he has hurt you."
"Thank you, but I'm actually just a little worse off than I thought from that fight today. All this has just made me extra aware of how tired I am."
"I'll go get Banner or Strange, or one of the others."
"No," you reach and grab onto his arm.
He looks down at the way your hands tremble as they hold onto his arm. "But, Y/N, you are unwell."
"I'm not sick. I'm not injured, well not more than normal after a fight. I'm just tired. Honest."
"Well then I'll leave you to rest"
But you only hold more tightly, "please don't"
"Don't what?" His breath catches as he looks down into your eyes.
"Please don't leave me. I don't, I don't want to be alone right now."
"Ok, I'll stay." Loki sits next to you, shifting his arm to take your hand. You rest your head on his shoulder and look at the interlocking of your fingers with his.
"Thank you."
"Thor is a buffoon, but I don't think he meant to harm you. He's not used to anyone not wanting him. Not that what he did was ok. I'm not trying to say it was ok."
"Loki, I know. I understand that he was hurting. And I guess I'm a beacon of comfort and he mistook that for romantic attraction. Honestly I think he would have stopped once he realized what he was doing. But I'm still so glad you were there."
Despite Loki's comforting hold, and the circles he was tracing with his long thumb, your hands still shook. "Y/N is there something more bothering you?"
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. "When I saw your brother crawling towards me, I got so scared. I didn't see Thor, my friend. I saw that crazy guy from the factory today."
You could feel the moment the switch clicked and rage burned in Loki, "Wait did something happen? I don't remember a guy. Did this guy…, did he …, do something to you? I will end him."
"Oh Loki, my sweet murderous Loki. You actually already did."
"What?"
"You probably don't even remember, it was the heat of the battle. I'd gone in to clear the next room when I got knocked down and bumped my head. When I woke up, one of the baddies was dragging me by my ankle into the office, muttering about a sweet reward. How much fun he was going to have with me. He was reaching for me when you stormed in. I don't think you even saw me behind the desk, but you grabbed the guy before he could touch me. I didn't see what you did to him, but I heard it and it sounded very bloody."
"Oh gods, Y/N, I had no idea you were there in the back office. That guy looked deranged, even if we hadn't all been given orders to kill on sight I would have killed that man. If I'd known you were there I'd have made sure you were ok."
"I hid under the desk until you'd left and then I ran straight back to the jet. I felt so bad for not helping more with the fight, but…"
"Y/N, no one would ever blame you for running. That's not something anyone should have to face. Oh gods, and then my stupid brother had to come in and loom over you."
"He didn't know."
"No but that doesn't mean it wasn't terrifying, just the same."
You can't find the right words, and simply give a small nod. After a second of silence the question pops back into your brain. "Why did you leave your daggers on my nightstand? Why didn't you magic then away like you normally do?"
"Oh, uh, I was going to offer to let you borrow them. Just in case Thor tried to come back and visit."
"That's really sweet, but I've never been good with knives. I don't know if I'd even know what to do with them."
"Hmm well is there anything I can do to make you feel safer?"
There was a moment when you thought about saying, no. Telling Loki you'd be safe with his daggers, and sending him back to his room. But you couldn't do it. You could not send Loki away. Not when he felt like the only safe thing in the world. A breath of air after you'd been drowning all night. So you asked what you really wanted, not caring that it made you feel vulnerable.
"Can you hold me?"
"Are you sure you want that?"
"Yes I'm sure. I mean if you don't want to, I won't make you."
Loki gingerly wraps his arms around you, until you squeeze him half to death and he returns with a proper hug. Still holding you he says "I just didn't know if you'd want to be touched after… today and then my brother"
"You are not a brutish villain and you are not your brother. Do not take this as anything but a compliment, but right now the fact that you're not a big oversized muscle man is really comforting. And well neither men got the chance to do anything because of you."
"Y/N, I am so sorry you had to go through all of this. But I'm really happy that you find me comforting. I have done some terrible things that I deeply regret. And I've been afraid for so long that I'd never be able to find someone who felt safe around me."
"Everyone in this tower has done things that they can't take back. Things they regret. Including myself." You breathe in the scent of Loki, winter frost mixed with leather and metal, wondering when that scent had become so comforting to you. "But for right now, your arms feel like home and I don't want to ever leave."
"I will be here to hold you as long as you need."
"I'm going to take you up on that offer, because I might have a concussion, so you're going to have to watch me to make sure I don't die while I sleep."
"Humans are far too fragile."
"That we are. But that's an issue to deal with another day. Right now I just need you to hold me." You whisper as you lie yourself down, pulling Loki down with you. Carefully he wraps his arms around you pulling your little spoon body against his own big spoon body. Listening intently to your breathing as you drift asleep, Loki decides that he never wants to stop holding you.
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lonely-lost-soul · 4 years ago
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First Lady of the Court
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Part 3: Ghostbur (C!Wilbur Soot x reader)
A worn journal was opened, the pages faded and yellowing, a pen was placed on the parchment and the owner began to write. The sun rose over the horizon, and the wind nipped at the writer's skin, but they didn’t feel it. They didn’t feel many of life's sensations anymore, sometimes he felt warmth but it was always fleeting. He titled the page:
"Things I Remember", by Ghostbur
-The smell of bread
- L'Manberg
- The Revolution
- Bullying Tommy (he's a child)
- Sparring with Techno as a kid
- The wind
- Being president
- People cheering for me
- Fundy growing up
- Niki
- (Y/N) becoming my first lady
- The van
- Tubbo building everything
- Phil protecting me
- Sally the salmon
- (Y/N) the new love of my life
- (Y/N) adoring Fundy and treating him as her own
- Philza stabbing me to death with a sword
- A large explosion
-(Y/N) crying for me, I don’t like when she’s sad
- The taste of salt
- Air in my lungs
- Winning the election
- A ravine
- Techno's armory
- Books
- Tunnels
- Arrows
- ./..
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- I don't know
The ghost’s head snapped up to attention, up until a few months ago he was lost in a void of darkness. Pieces were coming back together for him, he was once Wilbur Soot the president of the country he fought and died for, but now he didn’t have a purpose. He wanted to find Fundy, Tommy and Phil let them know he was here and alright, well alright for a ghost. But most importantly he wanted to find (Y/N), her cries wouldn’t leave his head. It was bad, a bad, bad memory, he’d taken to holding pieces of blue to make him feel better, but even that didn’t help his mood.
Eventually, Wilbur had found Fundy, who wasn’t that thrilled to see him, much to his disappointment. When he found Tommy he was slightly more thrilled and Phil seemed to be relieved yet mournful, Wilbur didn’t understand why, he did a good thing. However he had yet to find her, Phil seemed to be the only one who knew but he was giving him nothing. He didn’t know why was it because you didn’t want to see him? The thought made him want to cover himself in blue and beg for forgiveness. He managed to find a brand new buddy in his mourning, a blue sheep he had dubbed Friend. You would love her, (Y/N) adored sheep she would love Friend, she could be a forgiveness gift. Yet, nobody would tell the ghost where you were no matter how much he begged and pleaded, he watched as his once-prosperous country got rebuilt. Tubbo was doing a fantastic job as president, everyone seemed happy and Ghostbur accepted that fact.
A few days ago, Ghostbur sensed something was wrong. Phil was acting weirdly distant and even though Tubbo was trying to dodge his questions, he couldn’t fathom what was going on, until he saw you. You had come in wearing Alivebur’s old jacket and Ghostbur immediately froze, your hair was slightly messy and you looked tired. You were still you, same gorgeous, beautiful you, if his heart was still beating it would’ve skipped a beat. The only difference he could find was that your eyes looked deader than his own, and he was a ghost, it made him ache terribly. He wanted to float towards you, to welcome you with open arms but for some reason, he hesitated. He watched as Phil made his way over to you, he wrapped you in a hug and you hugged him back, the two made some small talk before Phil rubbed the back of his neck. Your brow furrowed and he watched you blink in surprise, you looked over Phil’s shoulder and right through Wilbur. The ghost would’ve flushed if he had blood, instead he settled on fiddling with the cuffs of his sweater before holding up a hand in a wave. You stumbled back away from him looking over at Phil who gave a little nod, Wilbur watched you shake your head and his heart sunk. His father reached out to you and your face scrunched up, you were hissing at him, clearly pissed off. Phil whacked you on the back of his head and you glared at the older man, Wilbur felt a small nudge on his arm, it was Friend. He took a shaky breath and ran his fingers through her wool, at least she had his back, when he looked up again you were marching over to him.
God, you were hot when you were mad.
“(Y/n)! Darling! It’s good to see you-”
“You son of a bitch!” You spat at him, eyes suddenly blazing with life and fire, Ghostbur felt himself falter and shrink into himself. “You think you can just come back here after what you did to us! How you treated us, how you treated me!” Ghostbur’s face fell, he didn’t remember hurting you, he refused to remember that memory, but the way he clutched his blue said enough. “I loved you! I wanted to marry you!” You choked out suddenly deflating as tears began to well in your eyes, you cursed and covered your face with your sleeve. “I cannot believe I’m crying right now.”
“You need some blue?” Wilbur said in a soft, tender voice different than you last remembered. You looked out over your sleeve finally taking in his ghostly appearance, he was wearing his big, round glasses, eyes a soft grey. Blue seemed to be pooling in the edges almost like tears, he had a shaky smile on his features, the yellow sweater he wore was one you’ve never seen before, a large red gash sat on his chest. He watched you swallow thickly and take a step back from him, “I don’t remember what happened to make you hate me so dear.” His voice quivered and he heard you whimper, “But I am so sorry...you can call me Ghostbur, I want to be different from Alivebur. Though his love for you still lives in me.”
Ghostbur watched you let out a heart-wrenching sob as you fell to your knees in front of him. You were clutching the L’manburg pin on your lapel, knuckles white, hands shaking in petrification. He floated beside you and wrapped you up in his arms, the hug wasn’t unwelcome but it was cold, Wilbur knew you’d feel no warmth from it but he hoped it’d bring you some form of comfort.
“I missed you. So much,” You admitted with a sniff, and Ghostbur couldn’t help but smile sadly.
“I missed you too,” He ran a hand through your hair and you leaned into the apparition's ghostly touch. Ghostbur glanced up at Phil who had a tense smile on his face as he nodded slightly at the ghost, it read don’t hurt her again, and Wilbur nodded. “Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over for you, you need to meet Friend!” His eyes lit up a little as he looked around for his blue sheep, “You’ll love her!”
“I’ve been living with Fundy,” You answered his question and his brows furrowed, but Fundy had told him he had no idea where you lived. “We’ve been taking care of one another, just like I promised you we would,” You responded flatly, your voice had a flat affect and Wilbur shuffled uncomfortably in the air.
Where was your spark? Your lust for life and the good things? Was this his fault?
No. No, it couldn’t have been, he refused to accept that outcome.
Alivebur loved you just as much as Ghostbur did, he felt that love so deep in his being it was almost suffocating. So, he’d never hurt you, you don’t hurt the people you love and that’s a fact. So why were you so sad?
“That’s weird. Fundy said he couldn’t find you!” Ghostbur huffed, shaking his head at his son's actions, “My silly, little champion.”
“Ghostbur don’t call him that, he doesn’t like it.” You stated gruffly crossing your arms and his frown only deepened,
“What do you mean he doesn’t like it? Of course, he likes it, he loves it!”
“No Wil he doesn’t. Stop it.” You hissed and he flinched, your face fell a little and you turned away from him. You shoved your hands in the pockets of the jacket, “I need a smoke.” You muttered and his jaw dropped,
“That’s bad for you! You know that!”
“So what? It makes me fucking feel better. You’re not my Wilbur. Stop pretending you give a shit about me.”
“I do care! I love you!” He argued desperately, “I know I’m not him. I can never be him but that doesn’t mean I love you any less. His love transferred to me, please...give me a chance.” You looked at him up and down and he’s never felt more terrified in his entire existence, he needed your hope, he could fix you.
“You don’t understand how much he hurt me.” You whispered completely vulnerable, “he went crazy, blew up a nation, and left me alone.”
He. Meaning Alivebur, Ghostbur was glad he was distinguishing the difference between the both of them. He didn’t remember doing that to you, after all, Ghostbur didn’t do that to you.
“I’ll never leave you alone. I can promise you that, with my whole heart I swear it.” He took your hands within his own, he knew you could barely feel his touch. You closed your eyes for a minute before reopening them,
“I’ll give you one chance. One. So help me god, if you ruin that chance I will never speak to you again. That’s a promise.”
Ghostbur swallowed thickly, nerves prickling at his entire being, “I won’t waste that chance, my dear.” You gave a stern nod and rubbed the back of your neck with a tired sigh,
“So...Friend?”
Ghostbur’s entire demeanor changed as he introduced you to the blue sheep that had taken a rather strong liking to him. The sheep nuzzled at your chest sniffing at your clothing choice, you hesitated a little before running your fingers through her wool.
“She’s very soft.”
“I know right!” he chimed wrapping his arms tight around his sheepy buddy, he buried his face in her wool. Ghostbur saw a weary smile spread across your face which made him smile back at you in return.
Maybe this could still work out for the both of you.
Months went by and you had set up residence outside of New L’manburg, everyone understood why you couldn’t make a permanent home out of the new country after everything that occurred there. In between watching over an exiled Tommy, Ghostbur would come by and visit you, even though you hated to admit it the ghost of your former lover had won you over. He was just so innocent so unlike the man who blew up his own country, so much like the goofball you had originally fallen in love with, you were enraptured. When New L’manburg blew up you weren’t surprised, there was a dull ache in your heart when you heard the news from a sobbing Ghostbur but you couldn’t feel sympathy. What you did feel sympathy about though was Phil’s uncaring attitude towards Friend, it was the first time you heard Ghostbur get legitimately angry.
It scared you more than you wanted to admit.
Even so, you confronted your former lover; he didn’t like sadness and tried to push the feeling away. You tried to comfort him the best way you could but he insisted he was fine opting to take his blue and forget his sadness. That was another thing, his quote on quote blue, it never did sit right with you. Hurt, sadness, and pain are hard emotions to face but they create character and depth and ultimately shouldn’t just be forgotten so easily, after all, how will you ever learn from your mistakes if you don’t experience sadness. Ghostbur didn’t want to hear your reasoning and still took towards using the blue, you eventually gave up trying to convince him otherwise.
You were sitting outside on your porch, rocking on your porch swing a cup of cocoa in your hand. Ghostbur was sitting beside you, head on your shoulder humming a soft tune to himself,
“Darling?”
“Hm?”
“Can I kiss you?”
Ghostbur had asked so innocently it made your heart leap into your throat. Thoughts of Wilbur and his betrayal flashed across your mind, you wanted to scream and say no. That you’ll never let someone like that hurt you again, you were too strong, you opened your mouth but the hope in Ghostbur’s eyes made you close your mouth. This wasn’t the Wilbur you knew, this was Ghostbur, sure he was the ghost of Wilbur but they were so different. Ghostbur made you happy, he made you remember what it was like to be a good person, made you remember what it was like when you first met Wilbur. He made you smile and laugh, and he genuinely adored and cared for your happiness. You found yourself uttering a soft okay before your brain could comprehend your decision, the smile that lit up across Ghostbur’s face was illuminating. He floated over to you and cupped your cheeks, his pale hands were freezing, but it felt good against your scalding hot cheeks. Ghostbur’s eyes softened as he stroked your cheeks with his thumbs, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a soft kiss, the kiss was cold but not unpleasant. You felt him melt against you, and press desperately on to your lips, you couldn’t help but let out a little giggle you felt him pull away. He had the cutest pout on his pale lips,
“Don’t giggle at my kisses!” Ghostbur sounded so offended, you only laughed harder. “Stopppppppp,” he whined leaning against you dramatically.
“I’m sorry Ghostbur.” You covered your mouth with your hand, “You’re just too cute.”
You watched him freeze at your genuine compliment, a smile broke across his features,
“No, you’re cute!” Ghostbur cooed floating around you and wrapping his arms tight around your waist. You leaned into his touch with bright red cheeks,
“You’re a goofball,” You whispered softly, he nuzzled his face into your hair,
“I love you.” You froze in his arms and tensed up, reality crashing back onto all at once. Did you really kiss your dead lover's ghost? The lover who was a fucking asshole to you and blew up an entire country.
Not a girl boss moment.
“You don’t have to say it back,” Ghostbur was quick to add, “I know how hard this is for you. There’s no pressure with me my dear, I just want you to know how I feel.” He pressed the sweetest of kisses to the side of your head. Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes, not out of sadness, out of shock. You couldn’t believe Ghostbur was once Wilbur, the same man you yelled and screamed at you before his death, Ghostbur was wonderful. Ghostbur was kind and sweet, gentle and tender, one day you’d be ready to say you love him, just not yet, not when everything is so fresh.
“Thank you Ghostbur. You don’t know how much that means to me.”
“Anything for you my dear.”
Months turned into years and you had officially fallen in love with your clingy ghost and his blue sheep. You knew he loved you to absolute bits, there were many occasions where Phil and Technoblade came up to you and begged you to get Ghostbur to stop gushing about you. You only turned red and smiled fondly, they scoffed but ruffled your hair, overall both were happy to see you smiling again. You hadn’t kept up with the dramas of the SMP, all your information was from Ghostbur, which happened to be not all that reliable.
You loved him but he was so naive, Tommy and Tubbo had defeated Dream, taken two of his cannon lives, and locked him in Sam’s prison. When Ghostbur told you a smile overtook your features, finally the bastard was getting what he deserved.
Isolation.
Tommy was growing closer with Ghostbur again too, which you couldn’t help but be happy about, he too deserved to heal from the trauma Wilbur had inflicted. You trusted Tommy, even when everyone else didn’t you tried to have his back and showed you he cared in his own weird way. Which mostly meant not stealing your shit, which you weren’t complaining about, today, however, he seemed tense. You both were walking the Prime Path on your way back to your abode, Tommy was loud and rambling, but they were different from his usual ramblings.
“Tommy?”
“What is it, women? I’m in the middle of my heroic story!”
“Are you alright?” You glanced at him out of the corner of your eyes and saw him go rigid. He cleared his throat shaking away his nerves,
“Fuck you talking about? Of course, I’m okay bitch. Don’t interrupt me again!” He scoffed nose high in the air, you narrowed your eyes and he shrunk under your gaze. “I just…” He rubbed the back of his neck, you thought about his resurrection and assumed it had something to do with that, your gaze drifted to the white streaks littering his hair.
“Hey...it’s okay. Just know I’m here for you,” You assured with a smile. You reached up to squeeze his shoulder, he looked shocked at the affectionate gesture,
“Obviously I know that! Don’t assume things bitch!” Tommy shouted shaking off your hand, you shook your head with a smile and let Tommy continue his story. If the young boy wanted to tell you, he would on his own terms. That night Ghostbur had come home absolutely shaking with excitement,
“Tommy, Tubbo, and Ranboo said we’re going on an adventure tonight!” Ghostbur was absolutely glowing, you couldn’t help but smile faintly at his antics.
“Don’t have too much fun.” You chastised teasingly, ghostbur giggled in delight as you pressed a kiss to his cold skin. “Stay safe, don’t let them bully you too much.”
“They don’t bully me,” he huffed but he leaned in for another kiss. Ghostbur had discovered he loved your kisses, even though they were probably cold to you all he felt was warmth. If he was a hybrid like his son his tail would be wagging, and if he was alive he’d be bright red. “I love you (y/n), of course, I’ll stay safe. I promised you I’d never leave you remember?”
You flushed and nodded, “I remember. I’ll see you when you get home.”
“Until then my dear!” He took your hand within his own and kissed the tops of your knuckles. You flushed pink and he sent you a cheeky grin,
“Get out of here loverboy! Don’t keep the children waiting!” You shouted as he floated out the door with a giant wave,
“I’ll be sending you kisses!”
“Ghostbur oh my god, go already!” You giggled with a fond roll of your eyes, he laughed loudly and floated out the door.
You should’ve told him you loved him. It’s okay, there would always be tomorrow.
You were getting ready for bed when Tubbo called you over the walkie-talkie, he was frantically apologizing and pleading for you to come to the crater that was L’manburg. Tommy then stole the walkie talking and started shouting about Ghostbur and your heart sink into your chest. He didn’t make a whole lot of sense but you put on a coat over your pajamas and ran in the direction of the once-prosperous nation. When you got there Tubbo and Tommy were a mess, Ranboo was trying to calm them down and Friend looked uncomfortable.
Where was Ghostbur?
You opened your mouth to call out to the boys when a pair of arms snuck around your waist. They were warm and real, pale hands caressed your abdomen,
“Hi, darling. Did you miss me?” Warm lips handed on your neck, “I missed you.”
Wilbur was back.
~~~ @blossom-702 @mayempress @thatguythatsshy
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mysticalrambling · 3 years ago
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Missing You (T.H)
Tom Holland Fan fiction (Fan fiction Masterlist)
Summary: Tom is away for shooting and he is missing his daughter’s first easter. You and Sophia miss him terribly and he feels terrible for missing it. Sophia gets hurt during the egg hunt and Tom flies back to be with his family.
Warnings: Angst and some fluff.
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“Daddy?” You had been folding your laundry because it was a therapeutic chore. The maid always left it for you by the end of the day because she knew that you enjoyed doing it. Your moment was interrupted by your one year old daughter barging into your room with only one question on her mind.
She had recently started walking and you were silently thankful because your over protective husband wouldn’t let her touch the ground in the fear that she would hurt herself. It even came to the point that Sophia started becoming agitated whenever he interrupted her progress. She would scream Bloody Mary when she saw him approaching with his arms outstretched. You sat him down one day and gently explained to him that we have to let her explore the world. If she falls and gets hurt, then it was our job to take care of her but we could not protect her from everything in advance.
The moment she took her first steps, they were towards Tom. You were there to record the moment and you guys were so glad that Tom had backed off a little bit. He would be there for his little princess every step of the way. If she wanted to leap, she could and he will be there to catch her if she started to fall. Sophia was the most important person in his life after you.
“Daddy is going to be here before your first Easter, bunny. Hopefully.” The last word was more of a mumble for yourself because you really hoped that he would be here. Sophia was born a few weeks after Easter so this was her first one.
“Daddy?”
Sighing, you said, “Let’s just get ready and see how cute you look in your new costume.”
“Bunny!” She ran off to her room to put her name on the and you opened your phone. Your husband told you that he would drop a text at approximately this time if he was going to make it back before the party. Disappointed, you just put the phone back on the side table.
“Okay, you need to sit tightly so that I can make your braids.” She was a hyper ball after she found the candies on the coffee table that you were going to give it to her at the party. Allergies to nuts was one of the many things that she had inherited from Tom and you never liked to take chances regarding their health. “No more sweets for you today, miss.”
“Nooooooo. Daddy!” Sophia’s voice trembled in the end because she knew that her dad would defend her. He was her knight in shining armor.
“Daddy is not here so let’s stop screaming now.” You were already in a sour mood as your husband was not with you on an important milestone. And Sophia was not making things easy for you either.
“No!”
“You are ready. I am going to give you your coloring books while I go get ready.” You did not listen to her small sniffles and went to take a shower while keeping the door open so you could keep an eye on her. When you got out, your phone was ringing and it was Tom.
“Hi. I am so sorry I can’t make it today. I tried my very best to get done with filming but it was not possible. So sorry, darling.” There was a crack in his voice that let you know that he was devastated about it.
“It’s okay, baby. There will be other Easters and you will be there for all of them. Don’t be sad, please.” You  tried cheering him up but it was not working.
Tom was always big on firsts; your first date, your first I love you’s, Sophia’s first kick, Sophia’s first tooth. He kept a record of all the moments and he was incredibly sad that he did not get to witness his child’s first Easter. Acting was something that he really enjoyed but he hated it right now. It was keeping him away from his family. He had planned everything out from where to hide all the eggs to where to buy the small bunny cupcakes that he would give to his little girl at the end of the day. This was not right but he was helpless. He could not do anything because he had an obligation to his fans as well.
“Is she wearing the costume that I ordered her?” When you mumbled out a yes, he asked, “Can you please send me a picture?”
“Soph, come and stand here. Pose for daddy.” When you sent him the picture, there was no response from his side. Seeing the picture, Tom choked back a sob. His little bunny looked incredibly cute with a white dress and a bunny ear headband. A pink tint graced her cheeks which meant that she had some candies and she had a toothy smile. Before he could say anything, the director called him back to shooting. “We will talk to daddy later. He might be busy right now.”
Tom’s mom had planned a party at her house and the whole garden was prepared for the egg hunt. You both wanted to host the party this year but Tom had to go to Cardiff last minute because of his shooting. Your siblings and nieces and nephews were all going to be there. You were happy that you got to spend this occasion with your family but you were miserable right now. Tom was not here.
“Hi. Who is this little rabbit here?” Nikki leaned in front of the toddler and squished Sophia in one of her famous bear hugs.
“Sophia Anne Holland!” There was a proud undertone to her voice because she could speak her whole name now.
“You are the cutest bunny ever.”
“I know.” You all chuckled at her haughty admission and watched as she skipped towards her cousins.
“Tom isn’t going to make it today?”
“Um no. He could not get away from work and he said to apologise on his behalf.” It was like something was missing and you didn’t want to indulge in that feeling.
“I am sorry, darling but he will make it up to you and Sophie.” You wanted to divert the topic so you started to talk about the guests and the decorations.
Pretty soon, you started mingling with the people and they always asked about Tom. You either replied to them or politely redirected the conversation. It felt weird being at a gathering without Tom. You haven’t done that from the past five years and you realised you didn’t much enjoy it now. Keeping an eye on Sophia was hard because it was usually Tom who performed that duty. You were given a free pass at parties from all the responsibilities and were allowed to enjoy every moment. He was always considerate towards you and that is why you loved him to death.
“Sophia, you can not go near the pool.” You caught her in your arms before she could fall in.
“Dada swimm- swimming.” Tommy was the one who was teaching her to swim because it was a hobby that he wanted his daughter to adopt from him. When she saw the water, she thought that her dad will be there to teach her.
“When dad comes back, you can go swimming.” Sophia still kept looking around for her father because this is the longest she has been away from him. Her toddler mind thinks that if she goes to do things that they do together, he will come to her. You couldn’t even get angry at her for wandering around the house without anyone. Hugging her, you tried to distract her, “Now, granny is having an egg hunt and we need to win it, okay bubs?”
“Win!!” You took her in your arms and went towards the garden where all the people were.
“Look, Tom. (Y/N) is here.” A phone was shoved in to your face by Sam and you saw Tom’s face on the screen.
“Hi. I was calling you and you didn’t pick up. I wanted to see Sophie on the egg hunt.” There was a look of longing on his face.
“I was busy with your daughter. She was running near the swimming pool and wanted to get in because she thought that you would be there to teach her.”
“Is she alright? Let me see her.” You angled the phone towards your shoulder where she was leaning on him. “Hey, baby.”
“Hi. Back?” Tom wanted nothing more than to hold his daughter in his arms and his heart broke when his daughter asked him that question. It meant that he was away too long because she never asked that question before. She didn’t need to.
“I’ll be back in no time and then we will go swimming. Promise.”
“Yes.” She hopped down from your arms and went to the start line of the race.
“How have you been?”
“Just missing you a lot and handling Soph is getting harder by the day.” You moved to a more secluded place on the ground so you could talk to your husband.
“I am sorry, darling. When I come back, you can have the whole weekend off.”
“Just come back. I want to spend sometime with my husband.”
“That is a tempting offer but I have to stay here a little longer. But when I come back, we will do more than spend sometime together.”
“I will look forward to it. The game is starting so I have to go.” You were about to end the call but he stopped you.
“I want to see her and I have a break for another twenty minutes.”
“Okay.”
The race soon started and among all her cousins, Sophia was the youngest and the most hyper. You cheered her on with her grandparents and Tom. She was about to win the race and you were more excited than her. Tommy wanted to be there to witness her first victory but he settled down for seeing it on the phone. However, she stumbled on some rocks that were on the trail and she fell hard.
“Oh my god! Go to her, (Y/N).” Tom’s voice broke you out of your horrified trance and you went in to autopilot. When you reached near her, you gave the phone to someone behind you and kneeled in front of your daughter. She was crying really loudly and her arms was bent to an odd angle. Cuddling her in your arms, you picked her up and went towards your car. “What is happening? Mum, tell me!”
“I think Sophie’s arm is broken. (Y/N) is taking her to the hospital right now. I will keep you updated.” Nikki was moving quickly towards her car while she gripped the phone in her hands.
“Mum, I want to talk to my daughter right now.” He didn’t even realise that he was pacing and his hair was all messed up because he ran his hands through it several times.
“Tommy, I will keep you updated. Right now, she is a lot of pain and she is scared.”
“Please keep me informed.” This was one of the worst moment in his life because he wasn’t there for his girls. You both needed him right now and he wasn’t there. He decided then and there that he was going back to London.
Meanwhile, you reached the hospital with Sophia wailing in your arms and Sam driving like a cray man. You were sure that he would have multiple speeding tickets waiting for him when he gets home. The E.R was busy at this time of the day and you just laid your daughter on one of the beds while Nikki went to go get a doctor.
“Honey, it’s going to be okay. Please be strong, baby girl.” There were tears in your eyes as your daughter’s face turned red with all the crying and screaming. The little girl was in too much pain.
“Daddy, plea- please. Hurts a lot.” Hiccuping in the middle of the sentence, you looked at your brother in law helplessly. She wanted Tom and he wasn’t here right now.
“We will talk to daddy after the nice doctor here checks you out, baby.” She wouldn’t let anyone near her or her arm and kept asking for her father, She was inconsolable.
Sitting in front of the bed, the doctor asked, “Hi, I am Dr Ana. What happened to this little bunny here?”
“She, uh, she fell during the race and I think she broke her arm.” You stood on the foot of the bed as you shakily explained the whole situation. “Soph, let her check your boo boo please.”
“Daddy, please.”
“Okay, let me call your dad and you can talk to him.” Nikki interjected when she saw that the conversation was not reaching any end point.
“Okay.” You wiped her snot with your sleeves as she clutched her broken arm in pain.
“Tom, talk to Sophia. She is not letting the doctors treat her.” Putting the phone on speaker, Tom’s voice filtered through the phone.
“Hey bubs. You need to let the doctor check you and make the boo boo alright.” His soothing voice brought tears to your eyes as you wanted nothing more than to hold his hand right now.
“It hurts. Back please?”
“I am coming back right now so you need to let the doctor check your arm. I will be there in no time.”
“Okay.” The moment the doctor started examining her arm, you took the phone from your mother in law.
“It’s going to be okay. You don’t have to come back.” You sniffled a little as the doctor got a portable x-ray to check up on Sophia’s arm. She held on to your hand tightly as even the little movement hurt her.
“I am. In fact, my flight is already confirmed. I will be there in four hours, tops.”
Tom declined the call as his manager called him downstairs. Getting in to the car, he just prayed to God that his little girl would be okay. He swore mentally that he would never let Sophia run. He should have been there and he was going to never leave his family’s side ever again.
“I have given her some pain meds for her pain so she should be settling down now.” Sophia was moved to a pediatric room and now she was calming down a little bit. “What color cast do you want, Miss Holland?”
“Pink.” She stated as a matter of fact and you lightly laughed. Nikki and Sam were in the room as well and they were staying till Tom got here. The pain medication slowly started working and Soph drifted off to sleep with Mr Fluffs in her arms.
“We are going to get coffee and then we can get you a change of clothes. Do you want something else?” Whispering, Nikki placed a hand on your shoulder.
“I am fine. I just need the clothes and can you please bring some for Tom as well. I know he would come straight here from the airport.”
“Okay, darling. Take care and call us if something happens.”
“Okay, thank you.” You put your head on the bed and drifted off to sleep.
Tom entered the hospital and the receptionist guided him towards Sophia’s room. Quietly steeping in there, he saw his two girls sleeping. Sophia looked so tiny in that patient bed and he never wanted to see her there. When he got close, he saw dried tears on his little girl’s cheek and his heart broke when he thought about the pain that she was in. The pink cast was set on her right arm and he want to her side and gently kissed it.
“I am so sorry baby, I wasn’t here. I won’t ever leave you again, I promise.”
“You are back.” The commotion in the room woke you up and you saw your husband right in front of you.
“Just got in.” Tom’s eyes never left the tiny human being laying underneath the sheets. “(Y/N), she is never running again.”
“Honey, children get hurt all the time. She will recover in no time.”
“But-”
“Dadda!” Your baby jumped in to his arms before any of you realised what was happening. Her cast bumped on to the iron rod of the bed and she let out a blood curling scream.
“Call the doctor. It’s okay, bubs. You are going to be okay.” Kissing her cast, he tried to calm down the crying toddler. Meantime, you went to call Dr Anna so that she could check Sophia’s arm.
“It is all fine. You just need to be really careful with that arm. We are going to keep her here for one day and then you both can take your little girl home.”
You took Sophia from your husband and told him to go change in to comfortable clothes. When he came back, you both settled on the small bed and your daughter told him all about the injury and the pain. You both signed her pink cast and Tom also drew some rainbows and birds on it. Soon, it was time for her to take her medicines and you had to bribe her with chocolates, She always got her way.
“I love you, baby. Go to sleep now.” He wrapped the blanket around her and switched off all the lights.
“Love you. Be here?”
“Yes, I will be here darling. Now, sleep.” Sophia soon drifted off to sleep and Tom sat beside you on the couch.
“I missed you, Tommy.”
“I missed you too and I am never leaving you both for this long. Now, let’s go to sleep. It has been a tiring day.” Pecking him on the lips, you both laid down and just basked in each other’s warmth. Contented, you drifted off to sleep with your husband and child in the same room. Everything was going to be okay.
Hope you guys enjoyed it!!
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A/N: I loved to write about Tom Holland as a family man. Tell me how you guys feel about it and I am open to requests regarding dad Tom. If you want to be added to my tag list, comment down below.
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i-like-sparkly-things · 3 years ago
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Beautiful?
A Halstead!Sister
'But they don't know. They don't know what it's like to be you. They didn't know what it was like to wake up everyday, to a body you never asked for.
A body nobody wanted.'
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Warnings : eating disorder, body insecurities, body dismorphia
Requested : Yup, by anon , 'could u do a fic where she has an eating disorder? and doesn’t tell jay but then one day she passes out at school and has to tell him?'
Word count : 1.7k
Note : this took too long I don't know why 😭but yall Guess who's thankful that yall bear with my English ? me. :) and ps this is my first request!! And yall please please know that all of you are so freaking beautiful and worth fighting for. Know that you are loved and it is never, ever weak to ask for help.
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The constant pain and sleepless nights were paying off. Your eyes sparkled when you saw your new numbers. It was working.
You took your diary, crossing out breakfast on the to do list after eating a banana.
This was going to be simple. check what you eat, check your weight and repeat . You knew that if you tried really hard, you would be the one in control.
Control. That's all you wanted. Such an easy, yet painful thing.
You looked to the mirror, as your hands hovered over your ribs sticking to the skin . You'd never felt so beautiful in your life. But your eyes roamed down to your thighs. The flesh of your legs were touching. It wasn't enough.
It was never enough.
'' Y/n , come on ! Move your ass! I need to get to work!! '' Jay shouted for you, from downstairs.
'' Shut uppp I'm comingg'', you yelled back.
Ever since your mom had died, dad always kept to himself leading you to stay with your brothers. It had become a routine. Jay  would drop you off at school and Annie's mom would give you a ride home.
Lucky for you , Jay was constantly busy with cases. He hadn't noticed your new diet or the mood swings.
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Your teacher had started the lesson. And slowly you sensed something wrong. Your head was pounding. God why is she so blurry? You look to Anne sitting next to you and she's Blurry too. You felt your body giving up to the swaying ground.
'' y/n!! '' Annie shreiked as your limp body crashed to the floor.
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'' Chuckles!? '' Trudy called out,climbing the stairs to intelligence. "Do I look like a cocktail waitress to you? Where have you been??"
"Morning to you too, sarge" Jay sighed. "and its detective"
" Well , Detective , Y/n fainted at school and wanted you to pick her up"
"What ?" he asked shocked, aldready beginning to pick up his jacket.
"Sarge" he said, looking to Voight for approval, although he would leave nonetheless. "Go."
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"Mr. Halstead" the school nurse addressed him, as he entered the clinic.
"Call me jay. Y/n, are you okay? what the hell happened?" he asked you worried.
You had never fainted before and apart from the flu every couple of years, you had a clean bill of health, as far as he knew.
"Jay, I promise I'm fine. Just got a little dizzy, that's all" you answered knowing how overprotective he can get. Now all you could hope for was that he would let this slide.
"I tried getting some food in her but she told me she was fine" the nurse explained to Jay.
God No. the the salad she offered you had so many calories.  you had made too much progress nothing was going to stop you especially a simple fainting episode. It was a minor setback but you were sure you could continue your weight loss diet.
" What, WHY? " he questioned, but just  as you were thinking of a better reply " You know what, I'm gonna take her home." he interrupted your thoughts as he spoke to the nurse.
" Only if you are sure, you're good"
" I am Jay. One hundred percent." you replied, happy to skip the rest of the school day.
It's not like you've been paying attention any ways. You'd zone out a lot during class and  your constant hunger and cramps didn't help either. But you drowned these feelings away with small sips of water and occasional slices of cucumbers.
You Craved the Emptiness. the feeling of being lighter. The feeling of being....... perfect. It was intoxicating.
Taking your school bag, Jay wrapped a study arm around your shoulders , guiding you through the school corridors and towards his truck.
"God, I can't wait to go to bed", You said climbing the truck and fastening your seat belt.
"Yeah right. I'm taking you to med" he stated. "WHAT? Jay, what the hell ? I told you, I'm fine!!"
You knew Will was working and didn't want either of your brothers to know about your new diet or how much weight you had lost. It was too late to quit. The disgusting image in the mirror was slowly getting better..... getting thinner, prettier.
"You've never fainted before Y/n, and I promise I'll get Will to run the exams and do all the tests" he assured you.
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"Y/n, I thought I told you I never wanted to see you here again.", Maggie greeted, pointing a finger at you.
"Awwww  but I missed you", you pouted, " No don't do that. your brother's waiting in treatment room 3 so you better get going." she instructed and you dropped your school bag near the nurses station.
You and Jay enter the room, to a very worried Will. "Y/n, what happened?" he asked , gesturing you to sit on the bed.
"did you hit your head when you fell? Did you fall in the bathroom or something like that?", he continued, not giving you time to answer.
"what did the nurses say? are you stressed about school?" " Will-", you interrupted his rambling " I'm fine, just..... got a little dizzy."
You watched , as he took his pen light to your eyes. "Ah! Will, stop!!" You said, trying and failing to refrain him.
"You know, it'll be easier if you stop squirming" Jay commented with a smug smile. "Your not going anywhere"
"Shut up" you groaned.
You need to get out of here. What if they gave you food. What if they found out you were hungry all the time. They'd never stop making fun of you. They'd tell you that you were overreacting and that all this was so unnecessary.
But they didn't know. They didn't know what it was like to be you. They didn't have floppy arms or fleshy thighs. They didn't know what it was like to wake up everyday, to a body you never asked for. A body nobody wanted.
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"Jay" Will called out, seeing him outside your room. It had been a couple of hours since you were bought in.
Will had ordered some tests, being the ass he was.
Wonderful. You just hoped that all the tests would be normal and you could get the hell out of there.
"yeah man? just needed to text Hailey, Why, what's wrong?" Jay asked, studying the worried expression on his brother's face
"It's Y/n. "
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You were fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt when your brother's walked in, staring at you, as if you were a ghost.
"Y/n," Jay croaked out his voice laced with dread, "how long?"
No. No. No. This can't be happening. God, you knew that they were going to hate you forever.
"what the are you talking about?" you needed to try to get them to back away."Is something wrong?"
They were standing on either side of your bed. Jay came closer and sat down on your right the beside your knees, eyes never leaving yours.
"Your tests-" Will started, "They came back showing you have severe deficiencies. That your body is struggling to survive. That it's not getting enough food." he broke away from your gaze.
"We um-" Jay, as if almost on queue, continued."We looked through your school bag and found your diary. "
You sucked in a sharp breath and shook your head. No. He knew. They knew.
All your calorie counts, the amount of calories you can have in a day, your research on diets, workouts, to do lists, hell, even your Period Tracker was written down. (although you barely had it anymore)
That book was the reason you were finally becoming happy with yourself. Your body.
'I'm sorry', you mouthed "I'm so, so sorry" This was it. Your voice hitched, as tears flowed down your cheeks. "I was finally happy"
In an instant, your brothers were by your side.
Jay engulfed you into his chest, your words circling his mind. 'Finally?' God, you lived together! You were his sister! His baby sister! How could he have let this happen to you? How could he not have noticed that you were drowning? That you were starving yourself. What kind of brother was he?
Will rubbed your back, until your sobs became quieter. He was a doctor. A damn doctor! God knows how long this has been going on, but at the end of the day.... he failed. He failed to be there,..... when you needed him.
"Y/n, you don't have to do this. You're beautiful Y/n. You really are. And I'm sorry that anyone else has convinced in otherwise" Jay breathed out, hoping you heard him, in his embrace.
"It felt good, Jay" your voice was muffled by his shirt, but to your brothers, your voice was loud and clear.
"Did it?" You turned to Will, "Did the hunger feel good?" his heart broke saying the words out loud.
'Yes', you wanted to answer. Of course it felt good. You were getting so many compliments from your friends at school. Boys started acknowledging you now.
It was like you finally existed. You felt...... worthy.
But with all the strength you could muster up, you couldn't get the words out. Because there was always one voice that told you to quit. The voice you'd been drowning out for so long. The voice that told you, that you were in fact, beautiful.
Your mother's.
"No" you said, realizing that Will had tears in his eyes as well.
But you couldn't find a hint of shame in them, no matter how much you searched. Instead, you were met with the immense worry and guilt of your brother.
"We can help, Y/n" Will said, as he took your hand in his, "We will help and we'll be there every step of the way."
"Every step" Jay assured and you turned to him. "All you need to do, is let us in"
You weren't prepared for this. You had no idea what to say.
You didn't want to feel tired all the time, always craving for food. But the idea of going back - back to all that shame - that's what scared you.
"Y/n," Will spoke up, seeing as you were struggling to answer, "I promise you, we are going to make you feel better...... and we'll fight those thoughts of yours together."
You took a shaky breath.
Thoughts.
Your thoughts.
You had let them consume you for a long time now. Too long. maybe..... Maybe the right voice to follow, was your mothers'. "okay-" you sobbed, "okay", and once again you found yourself in Jay's arms.
You, clinging to him like your life depended on it and him holding you tight, because it did. His hand rested on your head, tangled with your hair.
Will saw a tear make its way down his brothers cheek, something he hasn't witnessed often.
Your brothers sat silently, listening to you cry. Taking in the conversation, only having a glimpse of the pain you were in.
You had a long, long road ahead but as you sat in your brother arms, you felt a sense of peace, comfort maybe.
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dracowars · 4 years ago
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could u write where draco and y/n tells scorpius how they met, their relationship etc etc throughout hogwarts ☹️☹️ and scorpius is just like omg :O and maube y/n can be a hufflepuff so like a super cute slytherpuff relationship ARGH (ofc u dont need to do it 👍🏻 no pressure!! have a great day 🤍)
undying love | draco malfoy
pairing: draco x hufflepuff!reader
word count: 1,5k
summary: where draco and y/n tell scorpius about their love story
a/n: i love family tropes :( thank you for sending this in! <3
warnings: none
universe: harry potter
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“Mommy, look what I found!”, your son calls for you through the house and shortly afterwards you can hear him coming down the stairs at an unbelievable speed, running to you in the kitchen. With a cup of tea and the latest edition of the Daily Prophet, you sit at the dining table and look at Scorpius as he walks towards you with what looks like a photo in his tiny hands.
“Look, look!”, Scorpius says excitedly while placing the moving picture on the table in front of you. A gentle smile forms on your lips as you take a closer look. The magical photo shows Draco, your friends and you at your graduation from Hogwarts so many years ago. You proudly hold your certificates in front of the camera, the traditional graduation hats on your heads, waiting for the enchanted boats, that took you to Hogwarts prior to the start of your very first year, ready to leave Hogwarts forever.
At the sight, beautiful memories of your school days come up inside of you and you have to hold back a sob until you notice that Scorpius’ big, interested puppy eyes are still on you.
“Yes, that is us, Scorpius darling”, you smile at him gently and pull him onto your lap in order to take a closer look at the picture together.
“But Mommy had completely different hair then!”, Scorpius giggles and points at your former self, which is smiling brightly into the camera with Draco’s arm tightly embracing you and pressing you against him. “And the hats look funny!”
“That is true. The photo was taken several years ago. It was when we graduated from Hogwarts. You know, in a few years, you will be going there too. It is a special school for Witchcraft and Wizardry. It is for young magicians, to teach them everything they need for their life in the Wizarding World”, you explain to your son, whose gaze is still fixed on the photo.
“Mommy and Daddy have been a couple for that long?”, Scorpius marvels at your words and averts his gaze as he shifts on your lap to look up at you. Kissing him on the forehead, you smile and nod.
Before you can tell him more about it, however, the slamming of the front door announces that Draco is back home.
“Daddy!”, Scorpius immediately exclaims excitedly and hops down from your lap, takes the photo from the table and rushes to the entrance. Because of Draco’s following laughter coming from the hallway, Scorpius must have happily thrown himself around his father’s neck as he usually does as a welcome.
With Scorpius in his arms, your husband finally walks into the kitchen while Scorpius is babbling incoherently. Not quite sure what it is about, Draco just smiles before greeting you with a tender kiss before putting Scorpius back down on your lap.
“Look, Daddy! Look what I found! That is you!”, your son giggles and hands Draco the photo. A big grin immediately decorates his lips when he looks at the picture and he sits down at the table with you.
“Oh yes, it really is us. But we were still pretty young then”, Draco chuckles and Scorpius fidgets on your lap, wanting to know as much as possible while leaning forward.
“How was it at Hogmarts?”, Scorpius asks innocently and due to the misnomer, you and Draco can’t help but giggle in unison before Draco softly tousles your son’s white hair, which he naturally inherited from his father.
“It was a great time that I would not want to miss for anything in the world. If I had not gone there, I would have never met Mommy”, Draco explains, getting Scorpius’ full attention. “Just wait until you are eleven years old. You will experience incredible adventures that you would not even dare to dream of right now.”
“Eleven?!”, Scorpius huffs out in shock and puts on an offended expression while crossing his arms in front of his body. “That is too long! I want to go there now.”
“I am afraid you will have to wait a little longer, but I am sure that you will become a great wizard someday”, you reassure Scorpius, although you feel a little nervous inside. Yes, you have had wonderful adventures that ultimately made you stronger. Still, most of them were extremely dangerous, and it was not just once that you skipped death.
“Once you are in Hogwarts, you have to make sure to get into Slytherin”, Draco mentions, earning a shocked expression from you.
“No way! Scorpius will definitely be a Hufflepuff. I mean, look at him!”, you deny your husband’s statement and softly squish your son’s cheeks. “It is in his blood.”
“What is a Slinger and Pufflehuff?”, Scorpius asks interested, looking up at both of you.
“There are four different houses at Hogwarts that every student is placed in during the Sorting Ceremony at the beginning of their first year. I was a Slytherin, the best house there is. You will get into Slytherin if you are resourceful, determined and ambitious. Your mother, however, was in Hufflepuff”, Draco explains to Scorpius, a disparaging tone in his voice as he talks about your house. “Only the uncool children who are patient and loyal go there. Totally boring.”
“Draco!”, you utter out indignantly and give him a slap on the upper arm.
“I want to be a Slytherin”, Scorpius decides and while Draco is obviously happy about this statement, you can only shake your head in disbelief. “But if you do not like Mommy’s house, why did you fall in love?”
In response to Scorpius’ straight forward question, even Draco’s words get stuck in his throat and he does not know what to say next.
“Oh exactly, why did you fall in love with me when I was so extremely boring?”, you mock him playfully, raising your eyebrows as you now look at him expectantly.
“In the end, everyone is the same, no matter what family or house you come from. You must know, Scorpius, your mother actually hated me, but she just could not resist me and my charm”, Draco winks at you while telling his lie – well, maybe not all of it is a lie.
“Your father was really obnoxious when he was younger. Always considered himself the most sublime and someone had to teach him otherwise and get him back to the ground. He really did not like that it was a girl from Hufflepuff who taught him a lesson in the end”, you giggle and make Scorpius laugh with your story.
“That is not funny! Everyone laughed at me after you turned me into a weasel!”
“Wow! You can do that?”, Scorpius asks amazed and turns to you while you reach for your wand that lays on the table, nodding.
“And I could do it again anytime”, you threaten your husband and point the tip of your wand at him, but he does not move a bit.
“You would not dare. Unless you want all your books to fly around your head again”, Draco replies, thus awakening the painful memory of when he had bewitched your books and they literally flew around your head.
“Actually, your father always did all of this to impress me. At some point it might have actually worked”, you continue to tell Scorpius about your love story, a love story which is probably not that common.
“If I had not negotiated an armistice back then by taking you to the Yule Ball, then maybe we would not be here today.”
“And if I had not given you another chance, I would probably never have found out what a great person you actually are”, you smile at him lovingly, while Scorpius just sits in front of you with his mouth wide open, listening intently. “Suddenly, Daddy was very friendly and attentive, he bought me gifts every week until I finally showed mercy and returned his love.”
“What are you even talking about? I clearly had to reciprocate your love, not the other way around!”, Draco intervenes immediately, although you both know exactly that what you said is true. He just wants to look cooler in front of his son.
“Mommy and Daddy loved each other very much and that is why I am here”, Scorpius grins, leaving you two speechless yet again, ending your little argument.
“You are right. And I could not have asked for anything better in my life than your mother, Scorpius. Had she not been there a few times, I would have done very stupid things. I am very grateful that we have found each other and that we now also have you in our life. I could not think of anything more beautiful”, Draco admits, and his demeanor is suddenly so loving and gentle, something he was afraid to show back then. Something you taught him to not hide but to show openly.
“Your father and I, we complete each other. We always did”, you reply as you all take a look at the photo again. “I would even say that we are even happier now than we are in this picture.”
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ray-ray-writings · 4 years ago
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Warming Up-Technoblade
This is a Technoblade x gn!reader in the dreamsmp! In this, we’re going to pretend that every village has a name, you’ll see why. 
TW: Mention of domestic abuse. It’s very very brief, like one sentence long.
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Philza and Techno find something in the snow that definitely shouldn’t be there and take it back to Techno’s house to warm up
Technoblade’s POV
There wasn’t supposed to be anyone but Philza and me on this path. Ever. It was the path that Philza and I trekked to get from my home in the tundra to L’Manberg and vice versa. It was only known by the two of us. There shouldn’t have been anyone else here, it’s hidden… Lot of good that did me. 
The walk started normally. Philza and I left his house in L’Manberg to go back to mine. I had something to show him and he wanted to come see it. So we took off down our path, bundled up tight. We walked for many blocks, making random conversation about the goings on in the server. We had almost made it back to my house, only about 150 blocks to go. I didn’t notice the body, Phil did. He was in the middle of a sentence and cut himself off with a gasp. 
“What?” I questioned, really confused as to what was happening. He said nothing, only rushed forward further down the path. I immediately hopped into action and followed behind him. There was no way I was letting my father run off on his own. I watched, almost in amazement, as Philza dropped to the ground and slid on his knees, coming to a stop as he leaned over something on the ground. 
As I joined him at his side, he shrugged off his winter coat and placed it on the ground. “Dadza, what are you-” My question froze in my throat as I looked to the ground. There, lying unconscious in the snow, was a person. They had cuts and bruises strewn about their face, a deep red stain soaked their shirt, telling us they were injured. Their eyes were closed, but short shallow breaths puffed from their parted blue lips letting me know they were alive. “Who is that?” I croaked, dropping to my knees beside my father. “I don’t know. I don’t recognize them. And how they got all the way out here is an absolute miracle,” Dadza stated, grabbing their arm to check their hearts. They’re health bar was a little below half but after a few moments of staring at it, they lost half a heart. 
“We need to get them inside… Do you mind?” I let out a sigh, I knew what he was asking. As much as I didn’t want a housemate, I couldn’t just leave this person to freeze. “Yeah, okay. Just put your coat back on. I don’t need you freezing too. My internal body temperature is hot enough for me, I’ll give them my cloak,” I grumbled, a little begrudgingly. Dadza gave a quick nod before pulling his coat off of the person and slipping it on to his own body once more. 
In one swift motion, I unclasped the cape and swung it around and laid it down on the person. “I’ll carry them bridal style. Let’s hope they don’t have back injuries,” I muttered, standing up, Dadza doing the same. I quickly bent down and scooped them up in arms, stumbling a little under the weight, but Dadza’s arm held me steady. Dadza tucked my cape closer to the unconscious person’s skin before the two of us trudged back to my cabin. 
Once we had made our way to the house, I quickly brought the stranger into my living room. “Dadza,” I announced motioning my head to the couch and then to the fireplace. He took the hint and pushed the piece of furniture closer to the fire. I slowly leaned down and placed the person down on my couch. Once I was sure they were secure, I turned to my father, “Do you want to get the blankets or the first aid kid?” “I’ll get the first aid kit and begin taking care of their wounds. I’ll begin on their stomach as it’s obvious they’re bleeding from there.” 
The two of us walked further into my home to do our respective tasks. I couldn’t help the grumbles that escaped my lips. So much for having a fun day with my father. After gathering my warmest blankets, my dresser caught my eye. I let out an annoyed sigh before walking over and getting an old sweatshirt of mine and some sweatpants. It’s obvious their clothes are ruined, you know, cause of the blood stain… Why did this have to happen to me?
Philza was already working on their face by the time I entered the room. He looked relieved at the sight of me. “They’re clothes are ruined… I’ll dress them if you want to prep whatever you were going to show me,” Dadza offered as I set the items on the back of my couch. I gave him a short nod and turned around. I was glad Philza had offered to take care of them. It’s not that I wouldn’t, I just don’t think I’d be very good at it. Besides, I had other things to do anyway.
*Time skip and POV Change*
Y/N’s POV
It was warm. Too warm. Hot. Why is it so hot? Aren’t I in the tundra… Wait is that a fire? Crackling? Oh god, I’m going to be burned alive. 
My eyes snapped open and a gasp escaped my lips as I attempted to sit up as fast as I could. A shooting pain in my stomach caused me to gasp again and fall back into the sno-- nope this isn’t snow. My eyes scanned the room wildly and found that I was in a cabin, lying on a couch, next to a fireplace. Once again, I attempted to sit up, but was too weak to do it on my own causing a hiss to pass my teeth, “Woah there,” A gentle voice called as a friendly hand placed itself on my back, gently lifting me up and helping me sit up and lean against the arm of the couch. My eyes focused on a blonde man with a soft complexion in front of me. His eyes raised from his hands to my eyes, “You alright?” He asked softly. I felt comforted in his presence. Something from deep within me told me to trust him. So I did. 
I gave a slow nod, noticing that when I did my skull pounded. “Yeah,” I croaked, my throat extremely dry, “I’m okay… Thanks… Not to be rude but who are you and where am I?” I asked, my eyes scanning around the room once more. The blonde man let out a small laugh as he backed away from me, not going far. Just far enough to give me some space. “I’m Philza, you can call me Phil. My son, Technoblade, and I found you on our journey home a few hours ago. You were unconscious in the snow. As for where you are-” “You’re in my house,” a monotone voice cut Phil off. My eyes shifted to where the voice sounded, they didn’t have to go far. 
At the other end of the couch stood an extremely attractive tall man, pink hair framing his scar littered face. “And who are you?” I asked hoarsely, my throat still very dry. “I’m his son… Well one of them. I’m Technoblade and you’re in my house,” he stated, his eyes boring into me. I gave a small hum of acknowledgement, remembering that it hurt when I nodded. “Here,” He said, passing a cup to his father before his father handed me the cup along with a few pills. “For your pain,” Philza murmured, pressing the cup and the pills into my hand. 
I eagerly lifted the cup to my throat and allowed the cool liquid to coat my throat before bringing the small pills to my lips and swallowing them as well. Bringing the cup down and my hand up to my mouth to dry my upper lip, I noticed I wasn’t in my clothes. “Your clothes were… damaged. So we put you in some of Techno’s old clothes. I changed you. I hope that doesn’t make you uncomfortable,” Philza stated, his eye shifting nervously. I gave him a small shrug, “It’s fine. You guys saved me. You didn’t have to. Thank you,” I said, my eyes shifting between the two. 
Philza gave me a soft smile, and Techno was still staring into my soul, “It’s what anyone would do… Would you mind telling us your name?” Philza asked, trying not to intrude. “Oh! I’m Y/N… I’m from the Village of Blockley!” I informed the two. Both sets of eyes widened in disbelief at my announcement. “Blockley? That’s well over 2,000 blocks away from here! Why have you come all this way?” Philza questioned in shock. “It’s a bit of a long story…” I trailed off, not really wanting to bother them with my sob story. “We’ve got time,” Philza prompted, motioning for me to continue. I turned my head to get confirmation from the other man. He gave me a small shrug before sitting down on the arm of the couch, folding his arms and leaning in toward me. I let out a sigh before shrugging… Here we go.  
“I was born and raised in Blockley. As I grew up, I got tired of the same old routine. Wake up, go to work with my father, the town’s cleric, break for lunch, back to work, work till sundown, be inside as soon as it’s dark, go to sleep, wake up the next morning and do it all over again. I wanted to leave, find something new, something exciting. I told my father all of this. He thought the idea of me leaving was stupid. He told me that there was no way that anywhere else would accept me and that I would be left alone, defenceless and I would come crawling back to the village. I disagreed, of course. We got into a verbal fight and it escalated. My father struck me. And then he threw me out, told me that if I wanted to leave then to leave and never come back. I would never be welcome back in the Village of Blockley… So I left. 
“I wondered for a very very long time. I had very little supplies and no sense of direction. I somehow ended up in tundra completely under prepared… I was about to go back the way I came when I was attacked by a zombie. I had never fought before, we had an iron golem to take care of it and I was always inside by sundown. Well I killed it, but not without a few injuries and completely draining my body. I was limping back the way I came once more, but a skeleton shot me in the stomach causing me to collapse in the snow. I think he thought I was dead, so he left me alone. That’s the last thing I remember. And now I’m here because you saved me… And for that I owe you my life.” 
Silence followed my story for many moments. The two seemed absolutely stunned at my story. As I was about to speak again, arms wrapped themselves around my shoulders carefully, still mindful I was sore. “Jesus kid,” Phil mumbled in my shoulder, “I’m so sorry. You don’t owe us anything kiddo. You can stay here as long as you like,” He offered gently. Tears pricked in my eyes as I squeezed the older man back. This is just what I needed a fatherly figure to tell me I was welcome somewhere. Wait, it’s not his house. 
Still in the hug, my head shifted to Techno. He seemed angry, but somehow I knew that it wasn’t aimed at me. The two of us locked eyes, “He’s right Y/N,” Techno spoke carefully, “You can stay here as long as you want. You’ll always be welcome in my home.” And there go the tears. A small sob escaped my lips. I had only just met these people, but I knew that I was always meant to find them. “Oh don’t cry honey,” Phil tried to comfort in a panic. 
A watery laugh escaped my lips as I buried my face in his broad shoulder, “These are happy tears Phil. I promise. Thank you. Thank you for welcoming me. That means more to me than you’ll ever know.” 
*Time skip*
I could tell that Techno was really having to work on getting used to having another person in his house. Every morning I would walk into the kitchen and he would jump, go to draw a weapon, and then his eyes would meet mine and he would let his guard down before going back to whatever it was he was doing. He would take me with him to explore or gather materials but the words that were spoken between us were few and scarce. I didn’t mind though. I knew that it was definitely a new and sudden change for him to have to deal with. So I made myself as useful as possible. 
When Techno would leave me home alone, I would spend that afternoon cleaning and organizing the house so that by the time Techno returned the house was spotless. I would also make sure there was food ready for him when he got back home so he wouldn’t have to worry about making himself something to eat. I always took the time to ask about his day, even if his answers were short and choppy. I could tell that he often felt awkward in the silence between us, so I filled it. I would always talk to him, tell him about my day, the new gossip I heard from Phil, or just about nothing and everything. On days I didn’t want to talk, I would play soft music throughout the house so the silence wasn’t so deafening. 
I could tell that my actions were slowly but surely warming the thought of me living with Techno up. I would catch small smiles that painted his face out of the corner of my eye as I babbled about how Philza had taught me a new bread recipe. My question of how his day was was met with longer explanations about what the pink headed man had done that day. Fond looks he didn’t know I could see would settle on his face as he found me taking things out of chests only to put them in different ones. The day I heard Techno laugh was the day I found my favorite sound. 
As cliché as it is, as the two of us grew closer, I found myself falling deeper… Deeper in love with the man that had saved me. How could I not? Once he opened up, I found him to be the funniest, kindest, most lovable man ever. Techno tries so hard to appear tough to me, but it doesn’t fool me one bit. I once watched him cry because he stepped on a flower. 
“Flowers aren’t supposed to grow in the tundra Y/N. That flower didn’t care, they put all their effort into growing and I crushed it!” He huffed, wiping away the tears that had escaped his eyes. I simply listened with a soft smile and nodded along. That was the day I realized I was in love with him. His fond looks, gentle touches, and soft words told me he felt the same. 
“Hey, how’s it going in here?” Techno questioned softly, his hands gently brushing against my lower back. “Hey, it’s going good! Dinner will be ready in like 10 minutes,” I replied, peering into the oven to confirm my guesstimate. Techno hummed in acknowledgement and moved to sit next to me on the open counter. I playfully rolled my eyes at his actions, but couldn’t deny the soft smile that curled on my lips as I chopped carrots for the salad. 
“Hey… I wanted to tell you something,” Techno spoke, breaking our peaceful silence. I let out a hum, tilting my head up, “What’s up?” I asked, my eyes locking with his. “I just wanted to tell you that… that I love you,” Techno admitted softly, his eyes not leaving me. The smile on my face widened at the confession. I quickly set down my knife before moving to stand in between his legs. I gently reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck, bringing him down to my lips for a soft kiss. Techno immediately kissed back, his hands moving quickly to settle on my hips, pulling me even closer to him. 
“What was that for?” Techno muttered softly after the kiss was broken. “I just wanted to tell you, I love you too,” I murmured, my lips brushing against his as I spoke. “Tell me you love me again,” he demanded. I giggled at his shift of tone but complied, leaning forward and pressing my lips to his once more. Gosh I’m so glad they found me in the snow. 
There you have it! I really hope you enjoyed! If so, be sure to leave a like!!
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multiverseofwonders · 3 years ago
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Much needed comfort
Hal Jordan GN Reader
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Genre: fluff/comfort
Long AN, skip green to go to the fic//
Hi, I have orientation in about 5 hours and I've never been more mentally stressed in my life because I realized how deathly afraid I am of people but I'm not allowed to go back to full virtual so I kinda just wrote this as a comfort fic so I'd stop, panicking. It's a general fic and the thing bothering the reader is kept vague. The reader is also kept vague so any gender and and race can read 💚💚💚
Word count: 874. It's shorter than my normal stuff but I'm tired and stressed out. I just really needed to write something to make me feel better. This isn't proofread so my apologies for any mistakes.
Oh and psst, here's a song i listened to while writing this. I always associate it with Hal and when i listen to it i go :)
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"Hey, sweetheart I'm baaaack!~"
A familiar and sweet voice sang out. Hal set down his keys and held a bouquet of assorted flowers; his own way of saying 'Sorry I'm home late... again.' Even if they were discounted he thought you wouldn't really mind. The house was dark but he didn't pay much mind to it. It was summer, not to mention one of the hottest days of the year. You, his beloved, were probably just hot and decided to turn them off.
"Sorry for being late again, I had to deal with something for the Justice League. Carol had my head for disappearing so suddenly again but the look on Sinestro's face when Guy flashed him was priceless. Oh and don't even get me started on how fun chasing him was. For someone who gets strong from the fear of others, you'd think he wouldn't be such a coward. I wish I could take you with me at times but…" he paused. A feeling of dread began to sink in. He realized that the house was silent. It was never this quiet.
Even on days when you were napping or asleep, the TV would be on for background noise. He carefully put down the bouquet and balled his fist. In almost an instant he donned the green, back, and white suit you loved so much. 
"Ring…" he said quietly, sternly, yet worriedly. "Scan the house for any entities." His breath hitched in fear of hearing something like a 1 or 3. What if something had happened to you while he was gone? What if today was just a distraction? 
"There are currently 2 conscious life forms in this house."
Hal paused for a second before asking another question 
"And how many of the 2 are not intruders?"
"There are no intruders. All conscious life forms present live here."
A brief moment of silence passed before the sound of Hal powering down his ring broke it. 
Hal hastily maked his way from the living room to your shared bedroom. The door was closed and he saw no light from underneath the door. He tensed up a bit. He had silently hoped that today you just left the TV on mute or something while asleep. 
Hesitantly, he turned the knob and cracked the door open, still afraid that somehow, someway, something had happened. His mind raced thinking of the possibilities as the door creaked loudly, as a rush of cold air hit his exposed skin. Instead of seeing some big monster waiting to jump him, he just saw you.
Your rarely moving form curled up on your shared bed, beneath the covers you picked out when you two were getting furniture. Your back was facing away from the door, something you rarely did, as your side of the bed was on the far end and you said a long time ago that you wanted to see Hal whenever he came back.
He closed the door behind him silently and approached for a better look before something had broken his heart.
You weren't asleep. You were crying…
He wanted to tell you not to cry, to tell you that everything would be okay but instead, he just took off his shoes and jacket. He lifted the covers and placed his jacket you had loved so much on your shoulders before he joined you beneath the covers of your shared bed. You had flinched a bit and the initial feel of his touch, though you had heard everything and was aware that it was him, it somehow didn't click with you that he was actually home with you. 
Hal shifts slightly, wrapping his arms around you and burying his head in your shoulder, and placing his slightly calloused hand over the back of yours. He doesn't say a word, doesn't ask what's wrong, and doesn't even dare think about asking if you want to talk about it, because sometimes those are the last things someone wants to hear.
His thumb brushed over the back of your hand and he placed soft kisses on your shoulder and the back of your neck. He's not completely sure of what to do, hell, he can't even tell if this is the best option, but he just wants to be there for you. He just lets you cry it out for now while he stays there with you. 
He didn't think less of you for your broken sobs or whimpers. He didn't judge you for needing time to yourself. You weren't a bother to him and he wanted you to know it. For you and you only he'd spend all of his time and energy, his whole life even, to make sure you were okay. After all, he loved you. You were his one and only, his soul, and he'd rather die a million horrid deaths than let you stay this way.
He stayed there for hours just comforting you, even long after you stopped crying after you had shifted and brought his hand closer to you and kissed his hand ever so softly. After you had fallen asleep next to him. He stayed. 
And for you, he'd spend more than a million eternities doing it again.
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mimiatmidnight · 4 years ago
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What’s your top 5 Harry and Meghan moments
EXCELLENT question.
Please note that I am notoriously terrible about picking my favorite ANYTHING (books, fashion, movies, colors, this will be a problem no matter WHAT you ask me) so I tried not to think too hard about these choices, but they could definitely change around in the future! Oh and also, I was VERY loose about interpreting the word “five” lmao. Anyways, please enjoy below the cut because I have no self control.
BEHOLD, MY MAGNUM OPUS:
5. I’m on a boat, motherfucker
His hand on her thigh is so unexpected and brazen and I just love how they look so casual, like “yeah this is how we just sit together at home, actually.” And anyways boats are just inherently romantic. If we are on a boat together and we both look out at the sea at the same time and our hands kind of rest near each other on the rails as we listen to the waves together, you are legally obligated to kiss me idc I don’t make the rules.
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Bonus boat content: I’m sorry I couldn’t find a gif for this but Harry PULLING AN ENTIRE BOAT WITH ONE HAND so his little wife didn’t have to step too far to get back on the pier. HELLO?????
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4. The couple that stunts together, stays together
I’m sorry if this is shallow but they are honestly just two very beautiful looking people and they can’t help it if the camera literally worships at their feet.
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The colors in this one are gorgeous and she looks like a freaking goddess, but what takes the cake is when you look at it from this other angle and he looks like he’s so in love with her it’s actually about to make him cry.
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Ayo, how the FUCK are they this hot? (This doorway photo is probably my second favorite photo of them of all time. Keep reading for #1)
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MOUNTBATTEN. MUSIC. FESTICAL. JAW. ON. THE FLOOR.
This was also the night we got the sob-worthy hand squeezing as the Captain General of the Royal Marines and his matching Mrs. stood together to bask in the Royal Albert Hall’s standing ovation for the last time (a profound, earth-stilling moment that I could not find a gif of). The way they support and lean on each other . . . [Britney Spears “yeah 😭😭😭” gif]
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And I mean, how could I not include this, the single most iconic photo of all time. I said it at the time and I’ll say it again, you CANNOT buy this kind of magnetism. This charisma. This star power. You are BORN with it. The weight of the metaphor of this photo ALONE is enough to write history books about, but the fact that they look so stunning and in love while doing it? I could not have engineered this moment better. No one could. That’s the point.
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3. “You can’t tell Prince Harry nothing these days”
This man is so happy he literally bounces. He earned a win in his match, a kiss from his wife, and on his way home to go make a baby. Smh. May we all one day be as sheerly and deliriously happy as this dork.
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Speaking of which, what 1950′s classic Hollywood romantic movie is this???
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Bonus Bouncing Harry content: landing in Canada to reunite with his wife and baby and literally skipping off the plane. Like ok H how about leaving some ecstatic joy for the rest of us?
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2. Harry, Holder of Hands
There are SO many cute moments of the various ways Harry can concoct to hold on to Meghan, particularly her hands. But nothing will ever beat this one for me. So gentle and soft and delicate and adoring and like . . . worshipful? Like he just handles her as if she is the most precious thing in the world and urrgghhhhhh that sound you hear is me melting into a puddle.
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Bonus hand holding content: SPEAKING OF UNBEARABLE TENDERNESS
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I love this one cause he’s like “hey, gimme :( ” and then she does and he just goes “ :) “ Like holding her hand is all it takes to make him do that big goofy grin. Ugh.
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Double bonus: when one hand simply is not enough.
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1. Harold, there are people watching
An extremely incomplete collection of WHY DOES HE LOOK LIKE HE WANTS TO EAT HER
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Ok maybe he didn’t know there were people watching for this one but still
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In this SA one he literally looks like he’s thinking “aight man calm down, we’re in public”
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And here we are, my absolute favorite photo of them of all time. The umbrella and the rain are so romantic, yes, but THE EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE???????? SHOULD BE ILLEGAL
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Bonus edition: Harold, there are people your GRANDMOTHER is watching
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What was I supposed to do with this information?
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WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO??????
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And also just because now I’m thinking about the wedding:
You got my favorite photo of them of all time, now get ready for my favorite video of them of all time. The way she peaks at him, he jumps to meet her gaze but she looks away in shyness, so he looks away with a smirk, and then finally they turn to each other at the same time and BAM. MAGIC.
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∞. And finally, just because I had nowhere else to put it
The absolute sweetest prince and princess there ever was. They really make me wanna cry.
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WHEW. So there you have it. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I did making it! It took me FOREVER because I was SCOURING every corner of the internet to make sure I didn’t leave anything important out, and then I had to make all of the gifs myself (because of Tumblr’s stupid fucking Inbox editor) which I have never done before 🥵 But it was entirely a labor of love (and a trip down memory lane)! I had butterflies in my stomach and was giggling with giddiness the entire time. Thank you again for this wonderful question and giving me an excuse to just bask in the breathtaking glory that is Harry and Meghan for a few hours.
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beomeli · 3 years ago
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A normal October night || C.SB
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Warning: mention of drinking, underaged drinking, mild swearing
Genre: Angst, unrequited love, heartbreak
Non-idol!Soobin X gn!Reader
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As the cold night of october settled with beautiful autumn leaves and quiet streets, one specific house didn't bother keeping the nice aesthetic at peace.
People were dancing, drinking, making out, all while loud music played in the background. They didn’t care about the complaining, they only wanted to make as much possible of their youthful days. Even though the house was fairly big, every space was crowded with drunk people having the time of their lives. Making the rooms feel small and claustrophobic. As for you, you were standing alone towards a white wall.
Your best friends had convinced you to come, and since one of them kept on insisting, you couldn’t do much but to agree. That one was Choi Yeonjun, an excited extrovert that always acted out on whatever came to mind, as for the other.. his name was Choi Soobin, the more quiet and calm one. Even though they were different personality wise, they complemented each other very well. Always seeming to get along and joke around, Yeonjun pulling stupid antics and Soobin laughing alongside. they were very good best friends. And they were your best friends.
Your first encounter with Yeonjun almost felt unreal. You being a first year and him being one year above, saw you quietly sitting alone outside the school building. you were eating your lunch by yourself next to the school gymnasium. And as he walked past you towards the gym, he couldn’t help but walk up and greet you.
Ever since that day you've been great friends. Even though you had different classes that also were on different floors you managed to hang out with him quite often. And after a few weeks Yeonjun introduced you to his so called other best friend. That person was Soobin. A freshman just as you, who was in a different class, hence why you hadn’t talked nor seen him before. But still, you fell for him, hard. Not only was he intelligent, funny and kind, he was extremely beautiful. His whole demeanor and appearance was breathtaking. You couldn’t help but take notice at his every feature, slowly ascending into a rabbit hole with nothing to stop you. The more you talked to him the more your love grew. And the fact that he actually saw you as his best friend made your heart skip.
You had hoped for this party to be a great time for you and your friends to dance and have fun. But as soon as you stepped through the wooden door and into the sea off people, you understood that, that wouldn't be the case. Yeonjun made his way towards the kitchen talking to his friend from other schools. Soobin on the other hand, awkwardly made his way towards the living room, trying to keep a low profile. You knew Soobin wasn’t very fond of parties, hence the biggest reason he tried so hard convincing you to come.
“Come on Y/N, I don’t want to take care of Yeonjun alone! Plus, I really like your company..” his words stuck with you, he enjoyed your company? He wanted to spend time with you? You couldn’t help but repeat his phrase in your head. Fixating on every word he said, happy that he wanted to have you around him.
You followed behind closely, trying to not bump into all too many people as the rooms were tightly crowded with all the drunken people. The smell of alcohol being unavoidable. Soobin found an empty wall and leaned towards it, inspecting everyone. While you closely snuck your way past all the people and also leaned toward that white wall.
The music was even louder, the atmosphere humid, as all the drunk sweaty people were jumping up and down to the music. But you couldn’t help but feel an comfortable aura as Soobin stood close to you, smiling a bit to himself. Your heart skipped a beat.
"It's not even 8 pm and people are already wrecked." You started casually, as you looked at all the drunk people roaming around, dancing.
"Yeah, And in about 20 minutes, Yeonjun will become one of them" Soobin answered, looking over at you with a small smile. You let out a chuckle at his funny remark, looking up at him and seeing that beautiful smile of his. Your cheeks felt warm as a smile crept up on your lips.
"Oh well, good thing there's two of us cause we all know that Yeonjun is a two-man-job" you replied, which made Soobin let out a little laugh. The beautiful sound ringing so perfectly in your ears.
"Yeah.." he looked back at the people, keeping that smile. Your heart skipped a beat, and slowly, you felt the urge creeping up on you. You wanted to confess. You knew confessing in a party with music blasting and people being all crazy wasn’t the most romantic, but you couldn’t hold back these feelings anymore. this was the time. You wanted to tell him how you felt.
"Soobin I have something to tell you.." you felt nervous, as your voice evidently shook a bit. your heartbeat speed up, as small sweat drops formed on your forehead. This was more nervwrecking than you thought.
"What is it Y/N?” the way he said your name so softly and how he kept that smile on his beautiful lips. You loved it.
Before you could continue your sentence, a sudden distraction occurred when someone accidentally bumped right into Soobin, falling head first into his arms. Quickly, he grabbed the person by the arms, trying to help the person in question finding their balance. Before you knew it, they looked up. She was stunning, absolutely gorgeous. You almost blushed when you saw her beautiful features complimenting her in every way.
"Oh my god! I am so sorry!" She was evidently embarrassed, her voice not sounding slurred or anything, she was probably a bit more on the sober side. She looked apologetic as she kept apologizing for literally launching at Soobin, but Soobin was kind. Giving her that dimpled smile and telling her that everything was fine.
"No it's okay!" Soobin quickly replied, he took a good look at the girl in front of him, even he looked stunned at her beauty, you noticed a small blush forming on his cheeks. You were paralyzed.
"I was just trying to get to the kitchen and suddenly someone came out of nowhere and pushed me.." the girls voice was soft, and she seemed so sweet. Soobin couldn't help but stare at her fondly, inspecting every bits of her. He was truly mesmerized.
You heart took a turn, this was the last thing you wanted. You confession directly flew out the door. There’s no way you could confess now. Maybe this was for the better..? Never had Soobin ever looked at you that way. You felt defeated.
"Don't worry. We all know being sober in a room with drunk people are bound to cause trouble." Soobin said, making the girl laugh.
"Yeah haha, they love coming out of nowhere.." She continued, and to that you were just watching intently as the girl and Soobin made conversation. It seemed so casual, like they've known each other their whole life. And you could see a faint blush on Soobin’s cheeks.
"My name is Soobin, and yours?"
"Yujin, nice to meet you Soobin" they shook hands, looking at each other with adoration. While completely ignoring you.
You couldn't handle the sight and slowly slinked your way out of the situation. Sure, meeting a new person is fine, especially if they seem as nice as her. But why did they have to ignore you? You were standing right there, watching their moves intently. Couldn’t you at least get a ‘hi’ or an introduction from soobin? No, your presence was too invincible.
You could feel tears pricking your eyes but you tried your hardest keeping them in. You didn't want to cause a scene and especially in front of Soobin. You didn’t come to this party for your own entertainment, you came to support Soobin. If he was happy without your company, then you had to accept it.
Slowly you made your way to a new bare wall, a bit afar from Soobin and Yujin, you could still observe them talking. And so you did, occasionally looking down at your phone and texting a few people. You wanted to go to Yeonjun but he was dancing crazy on the dance floor which you had expected. so you just decided to keep leaning towards that white wall. Luckily, you had your phone, you could distract yourself easily by playing on it for a few hours. Still, the growing feeling of sadness didn’t ease of your mind. You were disappointed to say the least, this was suppose to be a night you confessed. But everything changed so quickly, in a heartbeat.
As time ticked, Soobin and Yujin were still talking. for the first time in a long time, you looked over at them. surprised to see Soobin holding a red cup. When did he get that drink? I didn't even know Soobin liked alcohol.. You shrugged it off, knowing that Soobin is a responsible person and you were just too tired to even think straight.
Quietly, you tapped on Soobin’s shoulder, he looked down at you with surprise.
"Oh hey Y/N. What is it?" His voice was a bit harsh, as if he didn't want to get interrupted talking to Yujin at this time. It made your heart sink, you just wanted to get out of there quickly.
"Hey Soobin soo,” you paused and looked up at him more clearly, he was anticipating your sentence, clearly wanting to go back to whatever him and Yujin talked about. Eager to keep hearing whatever she had to say.
“..I'm really tired and I think I wanna go home now so.."
"Oh.." he didn’t know what else to say, but it was enough for you to understand that you would leave this party alone. You felt you hear crumble, tears pricking your eyes. He had promised to walk you home that night, since he knew it was quite a walk and being a Saturday night it might be dangerous. But now you knew that walking home together were no longer an option. You nodded and made your way out the crashed house, ascending into the dark streets of Seoul.
As soon as you had turned a block, tears fell down you soft red cheeks, and a quiet sobbing followed by that. Thinking back, it was good that you never confessed, cause it was obviously one-sided all along. It was clear that he liked Yujin. You couldn't stop feeling such pain in your chest as you thought back to that scene of him and her talking, just letting you stand by all alone. How he never once, looked over his shoulder to see if you still were there, or even hesitating when he noticed your small disappointed face when he waved you off. He said he enjoyed your company, and he’s suppose to be your best friend. How could one girl make everything change so drastically?
Now you were walking home, alone. Crying, freezing and heartbroken.
You were angry at Soobin for letting this happen, but also angry at yourself. For thinking that you even had a chance with him in the first place.
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Finally you came home without incident. You locked the door and slipped of you shoes before sluggishly making your way towards your bedroom. The crying had stopped now, but the depressive aura was still there. And so you fell onto your bed letting out a loud sigh.
After playing with your phone for almost 3 hours at the party, it was dead, so you plugged it in and made your way towards the shower. It was nice letting some steam off as you took your time in the warm shower.
You hair now wrapped around in a towel, along with you dressed in a pajamas. You made your way back towards the bed, reaching for your phone on the nightstand and turning it on. Your screen flashes the notification box, showing 5 missed calls and 11 messages from Soobin. You were chocked, why had he so desperately tried contacting you? Quickly you dialed him back.
He picked up immediately.
"Y/N! Aahh, Finally you picked up!” He sounded hysterical, but you heard how his voice tried calmed down, trying to compose his breathing again.
“Where are you? I thought we were going home together." Had he forgotten the whole ‘I want to go home?’ Conversation? This was ridiculous.
"Soobin. I told you that I wanted to go home and you just told me goodbye before continuing talking to that girl.. so I went home alone." You couldn't believe that he actually forgot that conversation because he was so invested in Yujin, which only made you more upset.
Soobin was quiet, probably trying to find his words. After a while, you could hear a tired sigh.
"I- I'm so sorry Y/N. God, I'm such an idiot. Please let me make it up to you.."
You could hear regret in his voice, he felt guilty for sure. but still that sourness didn't disappear,
"I can come over and we can watch a movie or have a sleepover.." you heard the desperate attempt to make his situation better but only silence fell from your lips.
"I don't think that's a good idea right now. I'm really tired so I'm going to bed but, but I guess I'll see you around." You were harsh in your tone, just like he was an hour ago. And to that you hung up before he could even answer you. For some it may seem harsh, but to you it felt like a good start to try forgetting him.
Cause you were now a 100% that being with him would never happen.
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Early morning came, and you felt the sun shining on your skin. It was a nice October morning, one that you’d have the urge to sit by a cafe and watch the beautiful autumn leaves flow by as the wind drifted them away. The apartment was quiet. And you comfortable woke up to the sound of the city waking up. As you made your way toward the kitchen, wanting to get started on some breakfast. The doorbell rang. Quickly you made your way to the wooden door. Turning the handle without checking who it was first.
"Soobin?" Was the first word that came out, you were chocked to meet eyes with your tall friend. He looked tired, had soft eyebags and messier hair, but he stilled looked stunning. You imagined if that would be how Soobin looked like waking up next to him. Feeling his soft skin and touches.
"Hey can I come in?" Soobin looked at you with sweet eyes while holding up a bag of snacks. You knew this was his way of redemption, trying to make it up to you.
Before you could answer Soobin spoke up again,
"Please, I really want to make it up to you.." his voice still calm, but showing so much emotions. And his eyes pleading with guilt. You couldn't resist him. You were close caving in, inviting him inside and letting him win over you once more. But you had to refuse,
"I'm sorry Soobin, but I'm busy today.." you didn't look up at him to see his reaction, but you noticed how he let out a loud sigh.
"Okay then.. well you can just call me whenever you're free." And with that he set the bag of snacks down and made his way from your door. You promptly closed the door behind him and sighed to yourself. You didn't want to reject him like that, but you also couldn't handle being so hopelessly in love with him. This the best way to dismiss your feelings, in better words. Stop loving him.
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"Hey Y/N! I’m waiting for you by the ice-cream store already!" Yeonjun’s positive tone made you feel better.
"Okay sure, I’ll be there in 10 minutes." A faint chuckle let out from your lips.
"Okay! Bye!" And to that you hung up the phone.
It has gone by a few weeks since that party. And your terms with Soobin wasn't the best at the moment. He had stopped trying to make it up to you, which seemed like a good thing, but he started seeing Yujin more and more. Apperantly they exchanged phone numbers and they've been going out together. Jealousy overcame you, you didn't want this to happen. But still, you can’t control how Soobin felt towards other, this was your problem to bare. Your selfishness was the reasoning for this. So you had to make up for it by yourself.
You quickly slipped on your shoes before heading out the door.
After a 5 minute walk you saw the mentioned Ice-cream shop that you and Yeonjun wanted to try out. Yeonjun stood outside the shop, tall and handsome, and along side him was... Soobin.
You cursed Yeonjun for not telling you that Soobin also were invited, you were in the middle of operation-forget-Soobin and it was impossible if Soobin was in your presence. You knew that as soon as you met his beautiful eyes you were bound cave in once more. But there was no turning back now, Yeonjun spotted you and loudly shouted for you to hurry. And so you did. Soobin looked at you, his eyes inspecting your every move. you could feel your heartbeat quicken. This was awkward, you haven't answered any of Soobin’s texts or phone calls and now you were on your merry way to meet him face to face.
"I'm so excited, I've been craving Ice-cream the whole day!" Yeonjun put his arm around you before happily entering the shop. It was a lot of people there, hence it being a new place. You stood at the queue and waited. Soobin was behind you. you could feel his gaze watch over you as you tried your best to ignore him. His presence was unbearable, and your heartbeat kept quickening.
Slowly he leaned closer to you and bent down towards your ear.
"You look nice today.." his tone was sweet and soft. Your breath hitched at his action. Dammit Soobin. You tried your best to continue ignoring him, instead looking over at Yeonjun and tried starting a conversation.
“Should I get Oreos or caramel as a topping?”
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After 10 minutes you all had finally gotten the ice-cream you craved and stood outside the shop in the nice October sunlight. Digging in immediately. Yeonjun enjoyed his ice-cream loudly, complimenting it every second he got. Soobin on the other hand was gentle and licked small portions, not making any sound at all. It impressed you that such different people can become such good friends.
There was an awkward silence between the three of you, which only you and Soobin noticed. Yeonjun was too invested in his ice-cream to even notice the tension you and Soobin had built up.
It was uncomfortable, feeling Soobin’s eyes pierce onto you, trying to get your attention. At this point you knew he was desperate for winning you back. He missed his best friend. But you didn't oblige, you kept the determination to ignore him and stared at the ice-cream, trying to wave off his intensive stare.
Yeonjun finished of his ice-cream with a loud sigh and looked at you with a big smile.
"Best mint chocolate ice-cream I've ever had!" He chuckled as he made his way towards the door.
"Wait, where are you going?" You asked quickly, he pointed towards the inside and mumbled about tissues. Before you could intervene and follow him inside he closed the door behind him.
Making you and Soobin stand outside there all alone.
Curse you Yeonjun for being so ignorant, there's no way you can make it out of this situation without awkward tension.
You let out a loud sigh and looked down at the ground. Continuing to lick your ice-cream. Soobin was quiet, but he kept his stare. You just wanted this situation to end as quick as possible.
"Y/N, I know you're angry at me.. I know I screwed up.." he started, you could hear his voice cracking a bit. But you didn't dare to look up at his expression. You kept listening,
"But please, listen to me when I tell you that I am genuinely sorry. I miss you, you know.." his tone was desperate, he truly meant every word. You knew him long enough to know how he sounds like when he's at the point of breaking.. At this point, you couldn’t take it anymore. The feeling of neglecting everything you have inside your heart was breaking you slowly, and you just couldn't take it.
You were quiet for a bit, but you let out a small sigh before starting,
"Soobin, I just feel so betrayed and disappointed.. you left me.. because of this girl, like this new girl was more important than your.. best friend.." you sounded so selfish and pathetic as your strong voice ended with a quiet whimpering as tears prickled your eyes. Soobin looked confused, his lips were trembling, so were his hands. But slowly he reached out to your hand. His soft touch feeling your cold hand. He held onto it and started caressing it with his thumb.
"I am sorry.." his voice was low, and he cursed at himself for not giving you a better respond, but he didn't know what to say. For being such a cool headed guy, he never knew what to do in situations like these. When someone was deeply hurt and the reasoning for it, was him.
As he looked down at you, something in his mind wasn't adding up. He still couldn't put a finger down why you were so disappointed as you were. Sure, the situation at hand was not something to just look past, but your demeanor and reaction was a bit different for a thing like this.
"Y/N, I am truly sorry.. I'm sorry for leaving you, ignoring you and forgetting you.." you just nodded as a response, keeping your head low.
“I will never do that again, ever. You are so important to me, and I don’t want to hurt you again.” He once again sounded desperate, but you knew his words were genuine. He really did treasure your friendship. Before you could respond, he started,
"But I need to know.., is there something else that I've done towards you?" His question took you by surprise. You knew Soobin wouldn't be satisfied with nothing but the truth. So you opted the only option left, It was time to say it. Your voice was trembling, and you slowly looked up at his eyes, tears prickling at your own. Slowly you opened your mouth, wording.
"Soobin.. I'm in love with you.."
you voice was shaking, and your heart at this point was about to burst. His eyes widened at the statement, and he let go of your hand.
It fell quiet between the two of you, only the city ambiance filling the quietness between you.
Say something dammit.. this was nervwrecking. He was just staring at you with wide eyes, not expecting to hear such deep words coming from you. You couldn’t help but fiddle with your fingers, waiting and waiting for his answer.
Just say something! Anything..!
He was quiet, shocked. You couldn’t take it anymore. You spoke up, tears now falling.
"I know you don't like me back, because of the way you.. look at her, I just know.." Soobin was quiet, his mind was in chaos trying to register and analyze what you just said.
"I'm.. sorry.." his voice was trembling, just like yours. He once again cursed himself for not giving you a better answer, here you are spilling you heart out, being vulnerable. And all he could do was say sorry. idiot.
you gave him a small nodded, as a appreciative smile crept up on your lips. You were grateful that the answer was clear as day, and that you could finally move on. You backed away a bit.
"It was nice while it lasted, you were a good friend Soobin.. and I hope you treat her well.." you couldn’t be there anymore, there was no reason to keep seeing that face he made. He looked shocked, almost in disbelief. It was too much to bare.
you turned around and threw what was left of the ice-cream into the trash bin. Before quickly walking away, leaving Soobin alone. He knew following you was pointless, it would just make the situation at hand worse. But he couldn’t help but to feel guilt and regret creeping up on him. Why couldn’t he say what he really thought..?
Yeonjun finally came out after a couple of minutes.
"Sorry for making you wait so long, I went to the restroom as well soo.." he trailed off when he noticed that you had left.
"Where did Y/N go.? Did they also go to the restroom?” Yeonjun looked over at Soobin, who was now looking down onto the pavement.
"They didn't feel well and went home.." Soobin said, a very blunt and obvious lie. Yeonjun sensed it, but he didn’t want to further question, this wasn’t his business. A loud sigh escaped his lips.
"That’s too bad, I really like hanging out with them.." Yeonjun was visibly upset. Scratching his head roughly.
"Yeah, Me too..”
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A/N:
God I absolutely love pure angst, and I’ve always had a thing for unrequited love. Idk why
I wanted to end this in a sad note once again, hope you don’t mind :,)
I’ll probably do a more fluff next time and I was leaning against Yeonjun or Hueningkai. But I’m not sure.
If you have any ideas or suggestions, go ahead and send them in my ask box! I’d love to hear your ideas!
Either way, I want to say thank you for all the amazing response I got from Rainy Days. I was so nervous when posting but you all are so sweet!
Ty for reading, Byeee❤️
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applepi-1 · 3 years ago
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They comfort you after a break up
Sugawara x you
Kenma x you
Suna x you
(Picking names was hard, I used a random picker wheel and apparently, my computer loves Tsukishima, Akaashi, and Bokuto a lot.)
Also Kenma's is longer... :)
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Suga- 820 words
You were at his house in front of his door, sighing lightly before knocking. You could hear his footsteps, you felt stupid and guilty for waking him up at 11. He looked at you softly, only to turn into worry as he noticed your clothes were a bit messy, your cheeks were puffy, and your hair looks like a rat's nest. "Uh, Y/n?"
"Can I stay here tonight...?" Suga opened his door letting you walk in, immediately closing it behind you, grabbing your arms so he could look at you better.
"What's going on?" He quickly stepped to you, "Oh no no no, N/n, don't cry, it'll be okay, I'm here now." He sat you on the couch before sitting next to you, taking you into his arms. He cradled you, as you wrapped your arms around his waist, hugging him as you cried into his chest. He silently held me for a moment before he spoke again. "Y/n, do you want to talk about it? Tell me what happened."
You pulled yourself out of his chest enough to look him in the eyes, "B/n broke it off." Ugh. You don't need him to see you like this. You know that he wouldn't react very well to the breakup. When you had first said yes to B/n when he'd asked you out, Suga had gone to him and told him to take good care of you, and to talk things out if they got rough. Well, B/n left you crying and Suga is not happy to see you like this. You're sure he's thinking about stabbing him multiple times.
His expression went from concerned to shocked to angry to comforting in less than two seconds. "Oh Y/n," he hugged you, holding you tighter. "Did he say why?"
"He just wasn't feeling it anymore, his feelings had gone flat and run out." You cried into his chest, your salty tears staining his Polo shirt. "He wasn't interested in me anymore."
He rubbed your back, comforting you, "Y/n, it's going to be okay, I've got you. I won't let anyone hurt you anymore." He pulled you into his lap as he leaned against the back of the couch. "I know that it hurts, but I promise you I will never let anyone hurt you like this ever again." He kissed the top of your head and you cried harder.
"Sh...Sh...n/n... We should watch a movie." He whispered once you calmed down.
He reached across the couch and grabbing the remote. He typed in a movie title quickly so that you couldn't see. Then it was loading in front of you.
You admired how he was so focused on making you happy. You liked that he paid attention.
But of course, you paid attention to him too. You noticed how his hair is a mess, and how he was wearing a t-shirt, he knew he could always be comfortable around you. You loved the way he carried himself confidently when he walked. You loved when he called you, 'Love', it made you feel a different kind of special than other names. You picked him as your best friend for a reason.
However that may be, you also couldn't help but admire that when he reached for the remote, his arm was very close to you and his lean muscle was hard not to attend brain cells too. He held you tight and you could feel his strong chest, and his toned abdomen embracing you. When you looked into his eyes, you could feel yourself falling in love with their shade and color. When he spoke, his deep voice entranced your thoughts. You couldn't deny that he was attractive.
"Love," he said. "Are you watching the movie?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair, twisting the ends between his first finger and thumb.
You looked up at him, "Sugawara,"
"Yes?" he asked.
"I just wanted to say your name," you said. "I like to say your name."
"I like saying your name too." he smiled.
You looked into his eyes, and he looked right back at yours, he very slowly, leaned in slightly, his eyes starting to close. He lightly pressed his lips to yours, in a very tender kiss. He pulled away, slightly. A blush rising on your cheeks. Your heart fluttered. He smiled and you did too.
You rested your head on his chest once again and thought about what just happened. He kissed you. On the lips. With his lips. They were soft, and they pressed on yours ever so lightly and you wanted that amazing feeling again. The soft gentleness of his love pressed to your skin, your lips. You loved him, he was your best friend.
You looked up at him again, making him look at you. "Suga, what just happened?" You asked.
"I kissed you," he said. Then he thought for a moment, "Yeah, I kissed you."
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Kenma- 1705 words
"Kenma?" You asked on your phone, your voice wavering. You could just feel the lump/frog in your throat creeping up because, first of all, even though Kenma was your friend, you always got a little bit nervous when you talked to him, once you had developed a crush on him. And second of all, you were on the verge of tears.
"Hey, Y/n. Are you alright? Do you need me to come by your house? Is there anything wrong? Or am I just overreacting?" he said. You could tell that he was obviously worried, just by hearing his tone and his many questions.
"I'm fine. But can you please come over? I need a friend." You stated simply, not revealing too much.
"I'll leave my place in a minute and I'll be over there as soon as possible. Okay?" You nodded in response, forgetting that he couldn't see me at the moment.
"Thank you." Your voice was barely above a whisper now. Kenma wouldn't get off the phone because he kept wanting to make sure that you were alright. "Dude I'm okay. I'm just not sure that you'll be if you keep this call on while running. I need you, though, so please just hang up and come as soon as you can." You had to be the one to hang up, even though it pained you to do so. At the moment, though, it had seemed like it pained him more.
~ Time Skip ~
There was a knock on your door and you knew who it must have been.
You knew that it was too early for your family to be back. You were home alone while everyone else was out at dinner. Somehow, you had convinced your parents to let you stay home, alone. They said that as long as you didn't party and no one, that you didn't trust, came into the house, they'd be fine with it and they'd probably let you do it again.
You got off of your bed, which you had ended up crying in, and started walking down the stairs.
Sweeping your hair out of your face and trying to smooth it out, you went over to the door. You took a deep breath, pulled down both of your sleeves, and put on the best fake smile that you could muster.
As soon as you saw him, you couldn't take your eyes off of him. You didn't even offer to let him in at first. All you did was take in his handsomeness. blond hair with black roots and his golden eyes; wearing his usual, laid-back outfit that you always enjoyed. It was weird to you how one person could help alter your mood, by even just the tiniest bit.
"Aren't you gonna let me in?" he asked, smiling at you, with a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. He looked down at his phone hoping you didn't see it.
"Oh, sorry!" You apologized, gesturing for him to come into the house and shut the door behind him.
"Hey, I hate to do this to you, but do you mind if I take a look at what's in the kitchen?" he asked. "I had practice and I changed, walked over to my house and that's when you called. Now I'm starving."
"Sure!" You replied with fake cheeriness, going toward the living room. He walked into the kitchen, which had a pretty nice view of the room you were going in. "And I'm sorry. I should have let you stay over at your house." You faked a laugh, which screamed the word 'fake', and that gave your whole charade away. He walked into the living room, where you were about to sit down on the couch. Taking a seat next to you, he turned toward you.
"Y/n, what's with all of the apologizing?" Before you could respond, he added, "If you really wanna apologize, don't feel bad about things like those. Apologize for lying to me."
You knew that he wasn't going to let you lie to him anymore, who were you kidding to be lying to him, so you quit your act and put down your guard. You looked into his eyes and he could see that you were on the verge of breaking so he put his arms up as you crashed into him and wrapped your arms around him, starting to let out your sobs. You cried into his t-shirt and, strangely, he didn't actually seem to mind. He wrapped his arms around you and brought you in even closer to him.
When he started to rub circles with his hands on your back, you started to relax. Nobody had ever made you feel that comfortable before when you were as distraught as you are at the time.
You started to control your breathing and he just kept you enveloped in his arms. He put his chin on top of your head and mumbled, more to himself than to you, "It's okay pudding."
Once you had stabilized your tears and breathing, you looked up and took a quick glance into his eyes. You looked away quickly, though. You were fearing that he was going to judge you or use this moment against you. It's not like he was that type of person, because he really wasn't, but nobody had actually seen you so vulnerable before and you weren't sure how he, nor anyone for that matter, would respond.
"It's okay," he promised. "You can tell me anything and I swear I won't tell anyone unless I think it could help. And I'd tell you first. You do not have to feel embarrassed around me."
You looked back into his eyes and saw how sincere he was being. Just by looking into his eyes, you could see loyalty, sincerity, honesty, and care. You were super grateful to have him as a friend. He's not used to this, Kenma's not used to comforting anyone, or good with his words, so it shocked you a little.
"I, uh, you really wanna know?" You asked. When he nodded, You decided that it was now or never. "B/n broke up with me..." You whispered making Kenma sad. "And you want to know the reason why?" You asked dramatically, but before he could ask you gave him an answer, "It's because I've been dealing with depression and anxiety for a long time now. You know that. And it's been so hard and nobody understands. Every time people find out, they judge me. Or they just tell me to get help. But whenever I try to get help, nobody cares. Even if they do care, they don't understand, though. I hate sounding selfish and bitchy, but I just wish that there was someone who cared and understood, y'know? It's hard enough going through your teenage years, trying to figure out who you are, but then having depression and anxiety on top of it really sucks. And it's a really crappy thing to go through." He just sat there, stunned, so you continued. "I mean, having to deal with me has, probably, always been tough, but it's probably gonna be harder now. Plus, it's like what if I end up using this as my excuse for all my irrational decisions? I would be abusing this disorder, almost as much as it's abusing me. And it's just really hard to deal with. Because even the people who care a lot, and who try to understand what I'm going through, can never really help. I'm not sure if they just don't get it or if they just, honestly, don't actually give a crap. As much as I want them to understand, though, I really couldn't wish any of this upon them because nobody, even the worst of the worst, deserves to go through depression and anxiety. And I just don't really know what to do with all of these pent-up emotions."
By this point, you had let out all of your emotions and tears; that was enough explaining, at least for the time being.
"Y/n, don't ever feel like you have to keep secrets like those from me, okay? I care about you, more than you could ever imagine, and I want you to know that and to be able to open up to me."
"I know you care, Ken." You mumbled, leaning away from him.
You just sat there, gazing into each other's eyes, and he let out a sigh. "Of course I care. You're my best friend, and you have been for a while now. Hell, you're more than that! All I want is for you to feel comfortable around me. I mean, I don't really understand what you're going through and I also don't understand why you're going through it, but I do know that you're such an amazing, gorgeous girl that doesn't deserve any of this bull. I can't even begin to pretend to understand any of this so I'm not going to. I'll try to understand, sure; but I'm not going to act like I do because that'd be a lie. But I really like you and I don't wanna see anyone go through this pain, especially not you."
You had no idea how to respond to that so you just sat there, staring up into his eyes. How do you respond to that...? Kenma- a boy who never said much since you've been friends- just full-on rambled to you. "But what about all my flaws? Do you really want to have to deal with this?"
"You have a hell of a lot more to deal with than I do so I'm not gonna be the one to complain. And I don't care about your flaws. I mean, I do care about them, but I don't hate them. Your flaws are what make you the person you are and the person you are is imperfectly perfect and perfectly imperfect. As cheesy as that sounds, it's true. Because I have the power to see beyond your flaws and to see who you truly are, and I am going to use that power like I already have. Your flaws just make you even better, in my opinion."
Again, you were speechless.
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Suna- 662 words
You ran to the gym quickly once you ran all eyes were on you. But all you could do was run to your best friend. Miya Osamu was confused as you immediately wrapped your arms around him. "Y/n?" He didn't have the time to look at you, they were practicing against Karasuno, and any other time you would've cared, Suna walked in with the other Miya twin looking at you in shock, but Suna ran over to you before Atsumu could open his mouth.
"Y/n?" He pulled you away and took in your appearance, you were supposed to be on a date with that guy, B/n. But now looking at you, your shirt was a mess and unbuttoned a little, your cheeks were red and puffy, your lip was busted a little, and your hair... god you were a wreck, he immediately wrapped his arms around you letting you cry into him. "Atsumu, get my jacket." The boy did as told handing it to him, before he wrapped it around you, letting you put the jacket on as he zipped it before pulling you back into his chest. "What happened, N/n?" You held onto him tighter, he sighed and looked at the other members. "Would you tell me if we were alone?" You sighed leaning up to whisper it into his ear.
"It... it was a bet..." He furred his brows at the answer, everyone looked confused as well.
"What do you mean...?" You sighed again tugging his shirt, he got the message and bent down a little.
"It was... a-all a b-bet... to g-get into m-my pa-pants..." You admitted embarrassingly. Suna's eyes widen looking down at you before his blood boiled.
"It was what?!" His voice was low and cold, it literally made you shiver. He didn't want you to repeat yourself, eventually, Sugawara came over rubbing your arm softly.
"What happened, dear?" Sugawara always gave off this mom vibe making you smile a little, but that mom vibe was immediately replaced with scary after you told him the story.
"Where're my knives Daichi?!" Daichi jumped looking at his boyfriend {;) I'm kidding, maybe..}
"Uh... it's that bad?" He looked at you making you nod, saying it was okay to tell him.
"Oh, it's that bad. It was all a bet." Everyone looked at you in shock. Tsukishima even gave you a small smile. You just nuzzled your way into Suna trying to make yourself disappear.
"I'm sorry... S-Suna..." he looked down at you before gently rubbing your arms kissing your head lightly.
"I knew you still had a thing for him, you lying bitch!" You immediately tensed up, Suna looked at the boy over his shoulder. He stopped short in his track as he noticed all the death glares he was receiving.
"What did you just call our manager?" The twins said together looking at the boy with murderous glares.
"Daichi, I need my knives!" That was what made him run, but all the boys followed, all except you two.
"You okay...?" You looked up at him and shook your head.
"Not really..."
"Hm, want to come over and watch a movie...?" He was ignoring what your ex said, making you sigh.
"You don't have to beat around the bush, I get it, you don't like me... so..."
"I-I didn't think much of what he said." You don't really ever see a blushing Suna, so it was a first. "I-I thought he was lying... but, w-who said I didn't like you back?" Your eyes widen a little as he looked away.
"Do you... like me back...?" All the boys stopped at the door hearing your conversation and like Suna would do if this was one of the twins, they filmed it.
"I... I do..." You felt a smile appear on your messed-up face. Suna looked down at you and smiled back. "I-I'll kiss you when your lip isn't busted." You both laughed before hugging your best friend, well now boyfriend.
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𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚! 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮
Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, encouraging, justifying, nor promoting mafia behavior or lifestyle. This is all a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.
「𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔」
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You groaned as the doorbell rang incessantly. You weren't in the mood or spirits to talk to anyone. Getting up, you thought it'd be best to just tell whoever it was to leave you alone. But you couldn't do that when you saw who it was at the door.
"Hongjoong...?" You asked in disbelief.
"Hey Y/N..." He replied, nervously, tugging at the sleeves of his oversized sweater.
You certainly weren't expecting to see him there, at your house, especially not after your guys' breakup 1 week ago. It still hurt you and not wanting to cry in front of him, you began to close the door.
"Wait! Don't Y/N! I need to talk to you!" Hongjoong exclaimed as his hands tried to keep you from locking him out.
"Well I don't! I don't want to talk to or even see you Kim Hongjoong!"
Your efforts weren't enough as he pushed himself inside your house.
"Get out Hongjoong!" You demanded, though the tremor in your voice probably didn't sound too convincing.
"Not until you hear what I have to say." Hongjoong begged.
"I think I heard what I needed to hear last time, I don't need you to repeat yourself Hongjoong. I don't need you!" You shouted as tears finally poured down your face.
Hongjoong immediately pulled you close to hug you, but you kept trying to shove him off.
"No! Don't touch me! I don't want to see you! I don't need you in my life! And I don't need you repeating that this relationship would get nowhere! I don't need someone who isn't going to commit or take things seriously after so many years and expect me to be fine with it! I don't deserve that!" You cried.
"You're right Y/N. You're absolutely right. You don't deserve that, you deserve that at all. You deserve someone whose going to take care of you, protect you at all costs and love them indefinitely....."
Hongjoong sighed.
"And I was a fucking idiot for not stepping up to do that sooner for you..."
Your hands covered your mouth in shock as he got down on one knee and pulled out a velvet red box from his pants.
"This isn't at all how I wanted to ask you this....but I was desperate and I wanted you back in my life........not as my girlfriend..."
He looked up at you with adoring eyes.
"But as my wife..."
He opened the box to reveal a huge diamond ring with a rose gold band.
"So L/N Y/N.....would you marry me?"
「𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎」
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You felt utterly humiliated and self conscious. You knew for a long time that Seonghwa's parents never liked you, but now they seemed determined to get rid of you.
Your face fell the moment a pretty looking girl came up and greeted Seonghwa, and she obviously had a big effect on him, given how he straightened up when he saw her. You tilted your head trying to think who was she, when the question was answered by none other than Seonghwa's mom:
"That's my son's former fiancee." She said behind you, the malice in her voice more than visibly to you.
Your heart dropped at her words, getting worried and anxious the more they interacted together.
"Such a beautiful, elegant, refined and classy lady......all the things you'll never be." She sneered at you before walking away.
You bit your tongue, trying to contain the rage inside of you, refusing to sink to the witch's level and retaliate in any way. You simply swallowed the lump in your throat and decided to walk out of the house, and out of Seonghwa's life if you needed to.
Unbeknownst to you, Seonghwa had actually heard everything and was less than pleased when his mom came over to him and his ex. Before she could even say anything, he bursted out:
"Let that be the last time I hear you disrespect my girlfriend that way mother. I think I've put up a enough of your bullshit, but this..."
He didn't hesitate to gesture to the incredulous looking girl next to him.
"This is the last straw."
Seonghwa began walking away, refusing to stay there any longer. He'd much rather go look for you, he knew you were probably feeling bad at this moment and needed him.
"Park Seonghwa! You walk out that door and choose that low life, we will disown you and never see you again!"
Seonghwa stopped at his mother's threat. Chuckling, he turned around.
"You know mom......I can live without a lot of things....
But Y/N isn't one of them. "
「𝐽𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑢𝑛ℎ𝑜」
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Yunho ran out of his car, not caring to actually turn it off. He bursted through the front door.
"Y/N?! Y/N?!"
He frantically called out for you and panicked when he didn't hear a response from you. He began running through every part of his house, looking in every room and corner, searching for any sign of you. He couldn't even find any sign that you had come home.
"No no no!" He exclaimed in fear and frustration.
He quickly took out his phone and called Hongjoong.
"What's up-?"
"I think they took Y/N!" Yunho immediately said.
"Yunho...are you sure?" Hongjoong asked from the other line.
"I'm sure of it! She's not home and I don't think she made it here! Hongjoong what if the threats they sent me came true?! What if they took her away from me?" Yunho couldn't contain his feelings anymore as he began sobbing, falling to the floor in defeat.
Hongjoong stayed silent on the other line, letting Yunho compose himself before asking:
"Yunho is Y/N really that important to you?"
"Yes! She's the most important person in my life! You don't understand Hongjoong!!...."
Yunho sniffled loudly before confessing:
"I love her and I can't live without her..."
Yunho broke down once again, internally kicking himself for not taking better care of you, for not putting up better security to ensure your safety. He felt like dying until he heard a warm and familiar voice say from his phone:
"I love you too Yunho."
Yunho nearly ended the call when he dropped the phone at the sound of your voice.
"Baby?" He asked.
"I'm sorry for not telling you earlier Yunho. I asked her to come over because I wanted her to know what's been going on with our rival gang." Hongjoong explained.
Yunho let out a sigh of relief and wiped his face with the sleeves of his sweater.
"So you're ok and not hurt?"
Yunho could practically hear you smiling when you said:
"I'm ok Yunho. And don't worry. I'll be home soon. Wait for me."
「𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔」
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Yeosang tossed and turned on his king sized bed, unable to sleep. He grabbed one of the many pillows next to him and wrapped his arms and legs around it, but it didn't feel right. It was cold and somehow couldn't adjust properly to his body.
Groaning he just threw it across the room and slumped on the bed, looking at the ceiling. He was startled by 3 loud knocks on his door.
"Yo! Can you either stop making so much noise or else I'm going to knock you out until our trip is finished. Thank you!" He heard Jongho's tired voice exclaim.
Yeosang sighed. Ever since he left the airport that morning along with the others because they had a mission to carry out, he had been anxious. This was the furthest and about to become the longest time he'd been away from home....
Away from you...
It was only the first night and he already had trouble sleeping. He had gotten so used to having you next to him, cuddled up next to you, inhaling your calming scent as he fell asleep to the sound of your breathing. It was like he needed it or else he'd go insane. If he couldn't have that, he at least needed to hear your voice.
Pushing his luck, he opened up his phone and tried to video call you. His free hand began fidgeting, as he remembered you probably wouldn't pick up since it was late and you were probably asleep too. His heart skipped a beat when your face popped up on the screen.
"Yeosang?" You asked tiredly.
"Uh..... hi baby. Did I wake you?" He asked, feeling guilty for disturbing you.
You yawned softly. "It's fine. What's wrong baby?"
Yeosang blushed at the pet name and at the thought of telling you why he called you.
"I.....couldn't sleep...." He admitted shyly.
"Oh? Why's that love?" You raised an eyebrow.
Yeosang smiled shyly before saying:
"You're not here.......and I wanted to see you....hear you..."
He leaned in closer to the camera, his fingers grazing the screen, wanting to touch you.
"I miss you.."
「𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖 𝑆𝑎𝑛」
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San strolled somberly through the park, not really paying attention where he was going. Finding an empty bench, he sat down on it and looked at the ground, reflecting on what happened a few days prior:
"You're...what?" He asked, his eyes widening when you told him the news. He began chuckling awkwardly.
"Please tell me your joking."
You held up the pregnancy, 2 lines clearly indicating that it was positive. San nearly fell back when he saw it.
"H-how in the world..?" He couldn't even finish his sentence.
"You really want a biology lesson right now?" You raised an eyebrow at him.
"You know that's not what I meant!" His tone suddenly got loud, frightening you a little.
"We were careful! You were on the pill and I used condoms! What the hell went wrong?!" He demanded.
"You know that doesn't always work! And instead of yelling at me can't you try to be more supportive of the fact I'm carrying your child Choi San!?" You lashed out at him.
San looked away from you in shame, too scared of the situation. He grabbed his coat and left you there with only an apology that broke your heart.
San was brought out of his thoughts when he heard a little squeal. Lifting his head up, he watched as a young couple played with their daughter. The image brought a smile to his face, and then he was filled with dread and remorse for just leaving you like that.
"Choi San you fucking coward." He said as he got up and ran to your house, hoping it wasn't too late to set things right with you.
When you opened the door, you were startled to see him and even more startled when he engulfed you in a hug.
"I'm extremely sorry for leaving you like that Y/N. I was scared and truthfully, I still am."
Pulling back, he looked straight in your eyes to say the following words:
"But I love you and I'm not going to let you go through this alone. I'm going to be here for you...and our child."
「𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖」
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"Hold still."
You repeated that for what seemed like the 25th time in less than 4 minutes.
"It stings!" Mingi complained when you wiped the cotton pad filled with sanitizing solution on his wound again.
"If you stop moving, we'll get over this faster and it'll hurt less." You reminded him.
Mingi shut his eyes tight and muffled a cry when you rubbed his wound. You rolled your eyes at him as you finished by bandaging him up.
"Seriously, you're such a big baby at times." You told him as you began dressing him in a shirt.
"Oh yeah? Can a big baby take a stab to the chest? No? Thought so." He stated proudly.
You only sighed as you began buttoning up his shirt.
"I only wished you'd be more careful. Sometimes I'm afraid of you getting really hurt...."
Mingi could sense your nervousness and fear of one day losing him. Cupping your cheeks, he smushed your face together and cooed at you softly.
"You don't have to worry about me baby. Hardly anything happens to me aside from little scrapes like these." He assured you.
You snorted. "Yeah. Scrapes that I always end up cleaning and taking care of. Seriously, what would you do if you didn't have me? You can't live without me."
Mingi was going to reply something sarcastically to your teasing, but instead he just let out a gasp and held a hand to his chest.
"What?" You were startled by his action, thinking his wound opened up or started hurting.
Mingi blinked at you before saying:
"You're right....I really can't live without you.."
Without warning, he tackled you onto the bed and wrapped his long limbs around you, rendering you unable to escape him.
"Cause I love you too much to let you go." He winked at you and pressed kisses all over your face.
"Mingi! You dork! Let me go!" You cried out half-heartedly, loving how playful he'd get.
"Nope! I'm never gonna let you go!" He giggled at you as he tightened his embrace on you.
「𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑊𝑜𝑜𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔」
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You said good night to your date, allowing him to kiss you softly on the lips. It wasn't particularly bad, but you felt no sparks at all, although you pushed those thoughts away, believing that it was only because it was your first kiss together. You walked to the front of your apartment, and began to take out your key when a figure rounded the corner and stepped up next to you.
"Did you have fun on your little date?"
You knew that voice all too well, even if you were born again, you'd still recognize it.
"I did actually Wooyoung." You turned around, your arms crossing over your chest. You couldn't help the smug smirk on your face as you continued:
"He was a perfect gentleman and very well behaved thank you."
Wooyoung scoffed. "Boring old sack if you ask me."
"What the fuck do you want Wooyoung?" You were tired of him and just wanted him gone.
"You know exactly what I want Y/N..."
Pressing his body close to yours, he let one of his hands tuck a piece of hair behind your ear.
"I want you.....I want us again."
You let out a dry laugh at that.
"How funny. If I recall correctly, it was you the one who wanted to end us. The one who didn't want to commit to a relationship, the one who wanted to continue living a wild life and just walk out of whatever we had."
Wooyoung looked away momentarily when you spoke out the harsh truth.
"Well guess what? I moved on and I found someone else to be happy with. I don't need you and you certainly don't need me."
You turned to walk inside your house, but Wooyoung spun you around and pinned you to the wall.
"That's where you're wrong Y/N! I do need you! I can't live without you!"
Not being able to help it, he gripped your chin and kissed you roughly. You didn't even try to push him away, deep down you knew you wanted it too. His kiss definitely sent sparks down your body and you craved it more when he pulled away.
Wooyoung smirked when he saw your expression.
"And I'm willing to bet you can't live without me either..."
「𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖 𝐽𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑜」
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Jongho stared at the documents in front of him. All he had to do was pick up the pen next to him, sign away and then he would be free. Free from this arranged marriage set up by both of your parents that threw you both together for years now. Both of you could finally live your lives the way you wanted to......
"So why can't I just do it?"
Jongho didn't need to think too much about it, he knew exactly why he was refusing to sign the papers.
"Jongho? Anytime now." You reminded him, tapping on the dotted line at the bottom of the page.
Jongho hesitantly picked up the pen next to him, sighing sadly. His hand began to tremble as he placed the ballpoint right on the line..... but he couldn't do it.
"Fuck this."
Jongho threw the pen to the side and grabbed the stack of papers, easily ripping them to shreds and discarding them in the nearest trash bin.
"Jongho? What are you doing?" You exclaimed in shock of his actions.
"I can't do this Y/N." He admitted.
"You don't have to be scared anymore Jongho. I told you, our parents won't care-"
"No Y/N! You don't understand! I can't end our marriage because I don't want to!"
You looked at him in shock when he said that. Walking up to you, Jongho held your hands.
"From the beginning......despite not wanting any of this....you were always so sweet and caring towards me, and you were always there when I needed you, even if at times I pushed you away.."
Your eyes welled up with tears when he began talking.
"I'm not ready to let you go.......I can't let you go."
He looked into your eyes before admitting:
"Y/N, I love you. I truly and wholeheartedly fell in love with you...... and I don't think I could live the rest of my life without you in it...so please...
Can you please stay with me?"
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