#i just want to scream and cry and disappear into the void for a bit

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i loved your fic where reader cries and eddie calms her down as a thoughtful romantic caring boyfriend. i wonder if you could write something like that again. short or long, it doesn't matter. <3

Thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked it, I hope you like this one too. I did my best.

Nightmare eddie munson x fem!reader, fluff

summary: when you have a bad dream, your boyfriend eddie takes care of you at midnight, calms you down.

Falling asleep in Eddie’s trailer always gives you a different kind of peace. The bed is small, but Eddie’s presence makes you forget all the tightness. The faintly trembling walls of the trailer and the sounds of crickets outside add a strange serenity to the night. You’re wearing one of Eddie’s oversized sweatshirts; it still smells like him, that unique scent—slightly spicy and a bit woody.

Underneath, you’re wearing one of his boxers, because Eddie had grinned at you and said, “I love seeing you in those.” On the other end of the bed, he’s sleeping in just his boxers, the faint light of the trailer highlighting the contours of his shoulders. He’s breathing easily and deeply, completely at ease.

The night had started off sweet. The spice of the hot chicken wings you ate earlier still leaves a burning sensation at the corners of your lips. After that, you’d cracked open a couple of beers and laughed hysterically at an absurd horror movie Eddie had picked. His deep, slightly raspy laughter still echoes in your ears.

You fell asleep feeling drunk on this peacefulness, but at some point, a dream pulled you in. Everything felt so real. You were losing Eddie. Right before your eyes, he was disappearing, as if turning into a shadow and vanishing. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t stop him. You wanted to scream, but your throat felt tight, like it was constricted. You took a step forward, but the ground was slippery, your hands reaching out to grasp the cold void.

You jolted awake with a gasp of fear. The trailer was dark, with only a faint orange glow from a streetlamp filtering through the edge of the window. Your breaths were rapid, your chest rising and falling. You turned to Eddie beside you. He was still there. His back was to you, his hair spilling over his shoulders, rising and falling gently with his peaceful breaths. The weight on your chest eased slightly, but tears welled in your eyes for a moment. Losing him for real… the thought alone sent shivers through you.

Unable to resist, you placed your hand gently on his back. Your palm felt the warmth of his skin. It was as if this simple gesture reassured you: “He’s here, next to me.”

Eddie stirred slightly at your touch, lifting his head from the pillow and mumbling sleepily, “Hey... everything okay?”

The warmth and concern in his voice instantly softened you. “I had a dream,” you said, your voice still trembling.

Eddie, without opening his eyes, reached back to pull you into him. The weight of his arm around you melted all your fears. “I’m here,” he murmured softly. “The dream’s over.”

You rested your head on his shoulder, your nose burying into the curve of his neck. His scent, Eddie’s presence, the tiny world inside the trailer... it was all real.

You wrapped your arms tightly around him, letting him draw you even closer with a sleepy smile. Your heartbeat began to steady. As he drifted back to sleep, you simply listened to his breathing. You were afraid of losing him, yes. But this moment, his presence, kept you safe.

Your breaths became uneven, and then, without realizing it, tears started slipping down your cheeks. The warm droplets trailed down your face, and for a moment, you tried to hold them back, but it was futile. The impact of the dream ran so deep, leaving a weight in your throat that you couldn’t shake.

When Eddie noticed the quiet sobs escaping you, he quickly turned. His half-asleep face was suddenly filled with concern. “Hey, hey... what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” he asked, his voice soft and gentle, though his eyes showed a flicker of panic.

You couldn’t find the words, shaking your head as you wiped at your eyes with trembling hands. But that only made you cry harder. Eddie didn’t hesitate. Sitting up, he pulled you into his arms, pressing you against his chest. “Shh... it’s okay, it’s okay,” he murmured, his lips brushing over your hair. “Don’t be scared, I’m here. Nothing’s going to happen to you.”

His voice was as soft as a whisper but carried a soothing strength. He held you like that for a while, his palm gliding gently over your back. Even as you were wracked with sobs, he stayed patient, waiting for you to calm down.

Finally, taking a deep breath, you whispered hoarsely, “I had a dream about losing you.”

Eddie pulled back slightly, his hands on your shoulders as he looked into your eyes. Those beautiful brown eyes of his, still heavy with sleep, were full of love.

“Me?” he asked, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, sweetheart. Look, I’m still here. Still your silly Eddie.”

You nodded with a faint smile, though your tears kept falling. Eddie noticed and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Come on, let’s wash your face. This beautiful face isn’t meant for crying this much,” he said, gently helping you out of bed.

When you reached the trailer’s tiny bathroom, Eddie grabbed a towel and turned on the tap. The water was cold, but it was enough to cool the warmth of your tears. He soaked the towel and pressed it gently against your face. “There we go,” he murmured. “Fresh start. No more crying, okay?”

You tried to laugh lightly, but a shiver still lingered. Eddie noticed and rolled his eyes playfully. “Oh, so I guess this is my fault for picking that stupid movie? I told you it’d give you nightmares.”

“Eddie!” you protested, lightly swatting his shoulder with a small laugh. Eddie chuckled, shaking his head. “Hey, I’m innocent. It was probably those chicken wings cursing us. They were way too spicy, probably fried our brains.”

He handed you a glass of water. “Come on, drink up. Crying dehydrates you.”

When your shaky hands struggled, he held the glass with his own, guiding it to your lips. “There you go. One more sip.”

Then he led you back to the small sitting area. Before heading back to bed, he sat on the floor, pulling you down beside him. His fingers combed gently through your hair as if trying to brush away all your fears. “You need a new hairstylist,” he teased, tugging playfully at a strand before tickling your side.

“Eddie, stop!” you whined, but he didn’t seem to care. “No, no, this face owes me a smile,” he declared, fingers trailing to your ribs as he tickled you. You tried to resist, but it was no use; laughter bubbled out, and the darkness of the dream faded into lightness.

Finally, you leaned against him, still giggling. Eddie finished smoothing your hair before resting his head on your shoulder. “I promise you,” he said, his voice low and serious. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll never leave you.”

In that moment, you felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude to have Eddie by your side. No matter what, you knew he would always make you feel safe.

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ㅤㅤ★ㅤA promise — Bakugō

— Bakugō x GN! reader.

You like Katsuki, he likes you — is a fact not a maybe. He doesn't seem to believe it thought.

a/n. I had to keep my promise ig. Is VERY short so im sorry, also Im bad at english and is my first one shot so have some mercy plz.

You were going insane. Just a little bit. Well, actually, you were ready to rip out your hair and scream into the void, standing naked as flames consumed you. That's kind of insane.

Every time Bakugō referred to you as his friend—even if he only said you weren’t that annoying and didn’t mind having you around (which was close enough)—you wanted to disappear.

You had done everything but treat him platonically. Sure, you could see how holding hands, cuddling, or crying together might seem platonic. But kissing in bed and saying “I love you” in a completely serious way?

You were completely lost.

At first, you thought it was a joke, then maybe just a game to him.

But now? Now you’re convinced he’s just... dense.

You could tell Bakugō you love him dead serious while looking him dead in the eyes, on your knees and with a big sign that said 'plz marry me,' and he would still think you're joking.

And it was killing you.

"Are you going to study or what?"

You were in his bedroom, "studying." Yeah, right—studying. You just wanted to be there with him. You’d barged in without warning, and yet, he hadn’t even questioned your presence.

"No."

You knew he liked you back. There was no way he didn't, but fuck, he refused to acknowledge it.

"I like you."

His eyes widen for a second before he looks back at his notes.

"Shut up."

"I really do, tho."

"Yeah, whatever."

"I love you."

"If you don't stop, I will kick you out."

"I love you."

" __________ "

"I love you so much."

"Stop it."

"I want to marry you, one day when we're adults. Small or big wedding, or none at all, whatever you prefer."

"I'm being serious."

"So am I."

You two look at each other, him holding his pen so hard that it looks like it's about to break and you looking at him as if he were the most wonderful and prettiest dense idiot you have seen in your life.

"What do you need me to do to make you believe me?"

He ignores you. Mostly because he knows that paying attention to you would just make him more annoyed (because you clearly weren't going to stop) and because he didn't want to accept it.

"Die."

A small smile comes to your mouth. How many people would get offended by that? A lot, but you knew Bakugō didn't mean it.

"You want to recreate Given now?"

Bakugō rolls his eyes, making more notes in his notebook, but you were able to notice a small smirk.

You had forced him to watch it a couple of months ago, and he swears he didn't cry. You knew the truth, though.

"Shut up."

"Shut me up yourself, you coward."

He lets out another scoff, and he continues to avoid your eyes.

"Study already."

You loved Bakugō Katsuki, and he loved you back.

No matter how much time it would take you, you were going to make sure to take his last name and hold his hand in a not-platonic way.

One day.

"I love you."

I totally didn't use like 3 grammar online correctors, and re read this like 20 times (It will still have an issue, and I know it). I also didn't copy inspired my introduction (?) from a random post.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed my bad writing style. Im not doing this again, unless I get REALLY bored.

521 words.

[live-laugh-lenney]

Imagine baby Clarke coming to visit george on his tour, would defo be either a london show or Bristol, baby girl would be so confused but happy to see her daddy either way ❤️❤️❤️😭😭

pleeeeeeease, that's adorable!!

before the show, george can't put her down.

with george and max travelling for two weeks, all around the country, they deemed it unfair to make their little lady travel long distances to be able to be with and see her daddy everyday... so they decided that yn and baby girl clarkey would come and attend the most important show - the final london date in may.

he walks around backstage with her on his hip, showing her off to all his production crew, disappearing out on stage to show her just what daddy did when he wasn't at home, as yn stays in the dressing room with max and andrew and the two arthur's and he really takes in the moment before him. the empty shepherds bush venue, the set-up for their last show for the podcast tour, the way that the silence would soon before filled with the cheers and the screams of those that were excited to come and see him and his best friend waffle nonsense on stage for over an hour.

"you've been very quiet today."

he turns on his heels and looks into the wings of the stage, seeing his girlfriend stood with her very own useless hotline t-shirt tucked into her ripped jeans, a grin on his lips.

"i'm just feeling very happy today," he says, adjusting his daughter on his hip as she plays with the chain of his necklace hanging around his neck, "the last sold out show, the last night, and i've got all the best people in my life here tonight. my best friends, my girlfriend and my baby."

"you're not going to cry, are you? because i'm still an emotional wreck from having our little one so you need to pre-warn me if there will be any tears. she may be almost one but i'm still such a huge hormonal monster inside," she laughs softly, wrapping her arm around his waist and squeezing him against her side, "you deserve all of this, george. i'm so proud of you."

"it feels so surreal, still," he wraps his free arm around her shoulders and presses a kiss to her forehead, "thank you for being here tonight. i know it's tough with the little one and all."

"we wouldn't miss it for the world," she tells him and he can't wipe the silly grin on his face, "we'll be sat backstage, waiting for you to come back, so we can all celebrate for a bit. i'm guessing you're out after the show tonight?"

he nods.

"max has booked out a club for us. you sure you don't want to get a babysitter and come along?"

yn shakes her head and pinches her little girl's cheek, "you deserve to celebrate tonight, okay? i'll wait up for you though, in case you need some assistance up those stairs."

he chuckles softly and shakes his head. there's commotion that went on behind them as the crew continued setting up the stage, adding the finishing touches to everything before the show went ahead, and it felt like their moment to start moving backstage so they had the room to carry on. walking slowly back to the dressing room, greeting people on the way back, entering the room to see everyone tucking in to some pre-show pizza that had been brought in.

"pizza for everyone," max grins widely as he held a crust to a pizza slice in his hand, tomato sauce smeared around his lips and across his teeth, "grab it before the human dustbin grabs some."

he looks at george with a smirk and all george can do is rolls his eyes back at him, "i am not a dustbin. i just really love pizza, okay? and yn knows that already, idiot."

baby clarke gets a little agitated when george says goodbye and does a little wave in her direction, pressing a kiss to her forehead before a kiss is placed on yn's lips, and she cries for just a moment until arthur (frederick) takes her from yn, to which she passes her over, and gives her a little cuddle to fill in the void of missing her dad.

"come to your funcle, baby clarkey," he grins widely, setting her on his hip and forgetting the plastic cup full of his alcoholic beverage, "shall we go watch daddy from the side of the stage?"

"please be careful with her, okay?" yn warns him gently and arthur smiles softly, lifting up baby clarkey's fist and waving in yn's direction, "you're an idiot."

"i promise i'll bring her back soon, yn. she'll be okay with me," arthur promises and yn smiles softly, settling herself in the chair that was once george's as he got himself ready for the night, her eyes looking up at the television screen that showed what was happening out on the stage, "back before the interval, you have my word."

and once the show had ended, and arthur's performing his two songs to close out the night for everyone, yn joins them on stage with baby clarkey on her hip as they dance along to the music. joe is out on the stage first, followed by andrew, and arthur's a little reluctant to show his face out there until yn agrees to follow him out and he follows her close behind.

and as soon as george sees them, he's reaching for his little girl so he can have a little dance and a boogie with her, which leaves yn with max and andrew as arthur blasts his lungs out with his new song. and baby clarke loves every second of the time on stage; giggling, waving at people as george shows her what to do, kicking her legs out and it makes people in the audience absolutely adore the moment. xx

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“I do not want to die.”

It was a simple declaration that ran through Penny’s mind while the world slowed down as she felt Cinder’s claws pierce into her. The pain that ran through her was more than she could ever imagine even after Cinder’s claws were pulled away, the blood that had dripped out almost boiling from the heat that seared her wounds closed. Every breath felt like it’d be her last as the air burned her throat. 

“We have to get her out of here!” Jaune yelled out. “She needs help!” 

“I’ll hold Cinder off for you!” Weiss yelled back. 

Weiss’s and Jaune’s voices sounded distant as Penny struggled to keep herself conscious. She felt Jaune pick her up, her body nearly limp as she was dragged towards the door at the end of the bridge. Her aura felt strengthened as she caught Jaune’s hand glowing trying to heal her. 

“I-its… its too late for me…. I cant… I cant be saved…” she struggled to say, words slurring together and taking more energy than she had to say. “L-let… let me… die.” 

Jaune shook his head and continued towards the doorway at the end of the bridge. “I’m not leaving you behind. Its not what Ruby would want.” 

It wasnt what Penny had wanted either, but it was the only way she could see her friends making it out. If she could give her powers to Winter, she could save Weiss and Jaune so they wouldnt have to suffer the same fate. 

And then she could join Ruby.

Instead, she felt herself being pushed through the portal as she heard Jaune curse behind her, hands hitting warm sand. Her body wouldnt move as she listened to the voices of those around worry about the grimm just outside the sandstorm while gunshots from the huntsman who could still fight sounded off around her. Penny’s eyes closed just as she heard the portal behind her disappear, ready to accept death as the gunshots around her drew closer. 

Her eyes finally started to drift open as she felt a cool breeze across her arms. It took a bit for her vision to clear up enough to see the ceiling above her as she tried to get her bearings. Penny tried to sit up and winced as she felt pain in her chest before she saw the bandages wrapped around her. She turned her head to see Nora, Ren, Emerald, and Oscar sleeping next to her bed. Her heart sank when she didnt see Ruby, though the memories stayed fresh in her mind. She was too slow to save Ruby when she was hit with that fireball that knocked her off the edge, Blake’s ribbon had slipped right through her fingers and she could still hear Ruby’s scream as she fell into the void. 

Penny flinched as she felt Nora grip her arm. 

“You’re awake,” Nora said quietly, her voice strained as if she had been crying before she fell asleep. Though, what was most noticeable was the lack of a smile on her face. Just sullen eyes and the stains from tears. “I’m… glad you’re awake.” 

Penny hadnt noticed her own eyes glowing with flames or the sound of the wind picking up outside, only the calm that came as she reigned in her powers. She laid back down and tried to calm herself as she felt a few tears start to roll down her cheeks. “Where is Jaune? A-and Weiss?” 

“That’s… actually something we wanted to ask you. What happened to Jaune and to the others.” 

That was a question that she didnt entirely know herself. Ruby, Blake, and Yang were probably dead, along with Neo since they fell, but Weiss and Jaune… Maybe she had heard a scream from Weiss just before it quieted but she couldnt be sure. Jaune would’ve pushed her through the portal, but if he did, then why didnt he follow? Why wasnt he here by her side? 

The answer was obvious, but she didnt want to admit that he. , her friends, Ruby, were gone. And yet, she couldnt hold back the tears. Losing everyone who cared about her, who gave up everything to make sure she was safe… the only thing left of them were the memories that she carried. 

Nora let out a soft sigh as she carefully hugged Penny. “I’m sorry.” 

Penny couldnt help but sob into Nora, wrapping her arms around her. Words she had wanted to say would be left unspoken, her heart felt like it was breaking. The pain she felt was unlike anything she had felt. It hurt more than Cinder’s claws burning into her and much differently from how Watt’s virus pained her. 

A pain that she knew she wouldnt ever heal from. 

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Months had passed and Penny stood over the memorial of those who had fallen, her hand moving over the names of each of her friends. Winter. Weiss. Jaune. Yang. Blake. Her fingers lingered against Ruby’s name as a few tears rolled down her cheeks, the pain in her heart still hadnt healed from losing the woman she had loved. 

A quiet sigh left her lips as she heard the grimm sirens go off once more. After all this time, the grimm still wouldnt quit while they were drawn to the squabbles of the refugees and the Vacuoans. Her eyes lit in flames as she took to the sky towards the grimm. The busier she kept herself, the more she could ignore the pain that ate at her heart. 

Penny landed near the grimm and used her maiden powers to manifest a scythe like Ruby’s. The cloak she wore fluttered in the wind as it grew stronger and she rushed at the grimm. The ravagers in the air swiped at her, cutting her flesh with their claws just before they were torn to shreds by the scythe and the winds that circled around her. As the last of the grimm fell, she let her scythe disappear as the winds calmed. 

Nora rushed over with Velvet and Coco, stopping when she saw Penny. “I guess you beat us here again.” 

“The grimm needed to be dealt with,” Penny said quietly as she walked back to the town. She ignored the way her cuts stung in the wind, almost used to the pain. “They could not wait.” 

“You should let us help,” Velvet said as she eyed the scars that littered Penny’s arm. 

Coco nodded. “Keeping this up is only going to get you killed.” 

Penny stopped in her steps as she thought about it, and yet, it didnt matter to her. The pain of her heart felt worse than anything else the grimm could do to her. She quietly started to walk off again, ready for the next grimm attack. It didnt matter how many grimm she fought or even if she were to fall against them. She would give her life to defend Remnant the same way Ruby did, even if it meant joining her in death.

[axcel-lucci]

Death will never keep us apart.

Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Note: established relationship, also... Slight... Angst?

"You can do it, (y/n)!" Bepo encouraged as he held her hand

It reassured her through deep pushes just to push their son out of her body.

"(Y/n)! One more, I promise this'll all be over soon!" Law said as he was the one aiding her.

"If fucking 47 hours in labour is 'soon', I'm fucked!" She yelled as she basically death gripped on Bepo's paw making the poor bear cry a little on the inside.

After all that, the baby was safely delivered.

She could could feel herself slowly getting weaker as she breathes I'm air.

"Hey..." Law called as he pulled of his gloves and his mask, "you did great..."

He kissed her forehead, "don't worry... They're taking care of the baby, cleaning him up and feeding him... Bepo, can you go and get the other bed ready?" Law said as he held her hand in which she weakly gripped unto.

The bear nodded and left, but not without taking a peak of the cute baby boy.

"Hey" he called, more sternly now, "are you alright?" He asked, worryingly as he checked her pulse.

Her pulse was gradually starting to get weaker, and weaker as she breathes heavily.

"(Y/n)..." He called, no response.

He called again, still no response until he felt the pulse suddenly disappear

"(Y/n)! No!" He yelled before holding unto her tight, "please...!"

...

"What... Where...?" (Y/n) muttered before looking around to a white void she found herself waking up at.

She remembers giving birth and...

"Am I..."

"Yes, you are dead." Someone with a smooth voice said behind her as she turned around to see an angel smiling down softly at her

"What... No. No! I can't!"

...

"(Y/n)! Please, please, please wake up!" Law begged as he did all procedures he can think of just to have her heart beat right back.

The crew held on to the now sleeping baby in their arms, afraid that if they handed him the baby... He'd lose himself.

....

"What do you mean? Your life has come to an end, is it not?" The angel smiles with its voice, "is it not enough rat you have successfully delivered a baby boy, changed his father's life for the better, and found a family...?"

"No. It's not enough. I grew up without a mother, I... Don't even know who my mother is... I don't want to come a time when... Even my own child doesn't know who I am. And Law... My husband... He... He lost so many... I promised him I'd stay by him until the end-"

"This is the end." The angel said, almost annoyingly, "your end, that is"

She frowned, "no. Bring me back. Now." She demanded, "my baby... My husband..." She grumbled, "I can't leave them. I don't want to leave them."

"But this is your fate, the fate that our creator has written for us..." The angel reasoned

"No. I do not accept this creator. I do not accept whatever fictional stories they're writing. I do NOT accept whatever they do. What, are we all just a doll to them??" She questioned

"That's not-"

"Shut. Up. We are not dolls, I am a mother and a wife. You are an angel. Not puppets and specially not dolls." She growled, "either you bring me back or you'll have to drag me kicking and screaming to the depths of hell"

"Angels don't go to hell..." The angel cried a bit before sighing deeply; "you know... When the creator said you'd be resisting... I didn't expect them to mean... This..."

"Well guess what, I won't be resisting if you bring me back. My husband is waiting for me, he cannot raise a child because he himself is an inner child... And it's my job to protect my children." She huffed

The angel just stared before sighing, "you seriously are a crazy woman... Most, if not all, the people that die come willingly... But you... You're different... I guess that's a mother's love... Huh?"

She just stomped her foot, "bring me back or I will seriously inflict irreversible damage to you and your piece of shit morals."

"Woah! No need to get so verbal...!" The angel gasped, "okay...! Okay...! I'll... I'll send you back..."

"That's what I thought."

"Gosh... The creator is so gonna scold me..."

...

"(Y/n), please...!" Law yelled as he kept giving her CPR

"Captain..." Shachi said, "I think it's.."

"No! She's not dead...! I know it!" He yelled before turnin to his crew, will visible hurt and anger in his eyes but tears kept spilling out, "get me a fucking blood bag instead! And make sure it's her blood type!"

"Y-yes sir...!" The crew nodded as Ikkaku held on to the sweet baby boy, unaware of what's happening around him.

He turned back to (y/n) only to slowly cup her cheeks with his hands, they were shivering... Trembling...

One would think a surgeon's hand would be steady and precise but...

His hands were shaking as he cupped her cheeks and desperately called out to her in almost a ragged whisper, "please... (Y/n)... Come back... I can't raise him alone... I can't raise our baby alone... I can't... I can't live without you... Please..." He begged while softly yet shakily kissing her in hopes that she wakes up, "... Please" his voice quivered.

He slowly starts to lose hope and accept her death, "please... Just... One more time... Please..." He cried.

The stoic and cold demeanour washed away by the fountains and rivers of his continuous tears.

Law kissed her lips, softly yet shakily before one of his hand hold hers in a tight grip, "please..." He muttered, "please wake up..."

A few moments later and he felt her hand twitch making him gasp and stand up straight, he could feel her hand grip his again as she tried her best to open her eyes only to close them back up from exhaustion.

One of his crew finally came back with a blood bag and law immediately hooked it to her, "(y/n)...!" He slowly smiled before she lifted a hand to his face.

Her hand missed when she tried to hold his face due to the haziness of her vision, "Law..."

"Rest up, my love..." He said before wiping away his tears, "and as soon as you wake up, you can see little Cora." He smiled before kissing her forehead

"Law... You bastard..." She laughed weakly, "I still don't appreciate the literal hours of my labour."

"I know... My love... I promise, I'll take good care of you and the baby forever. Just tell me what you need, I'll give them to you"

She smiled, "give me a kiss... Please?"

"Yes..." He smiled before kissing her.

...

She slowly woke up to the smell of isopropyl alcohol and anesthesia as it slowly wears off.

She ground before lifting a hand to rub her eyes open.

"Dear...! You're finally awake" he smiled brightly as he stood beside her bed and helped her sit up

"Ow... Ow..." She groaned, "is this fucking normal?" She frowned as he massaged her body

"Yes... It is."

"Dammit... I'm so not having another child." She huffed while crossing her arms

"Aww... But I want three children..." He pouts cutely making her huff

"Yeah yeah... Me too" she grumbled, "wait...! What happened to baby Cora?!"

"Shh... Here..." He smiled and motioned to a small hospital bed meant for babies beside him.

He slowly took the baby to his arms, supporting the places he knew needed to be supported and hands it over to her.

She gladly took the baby into her arms as he sleeps peacefully in a blanket Klione knitted for him.

"Oh... Law..." She smiled as she stared at the literal "copy, paste" of law and his child, "I'm upset how he looks so much like you and yet I'm the one who almost died"

"Come now..." He muttered and hugged her waist, "I'm sure he has your traits." He smiled before kissing her shoulder, "and... Thank you"

"For what?" She looked at him with a small smile

"For staying... I thought you were gonna die, too..." He mumbled

"Law..." She smiled before kissing his cheek, "fun fact, I grilled that angel right open as he tried dragging me off to the afterlife"

Law laughed softly, "so... Even death won't keep us apart, no?" He smiled.

"I guess it is..." She chuckled, "also... It hurts like literal hell, law... Can I have at least some pain meds??"

Law chuckled before nodding, "but you can take them later after eating..." He kissed her forehead, "I love you so much..."

"I love you more..." She smiled and kissed him.

He smiled before kissing back.

[angelynmoon]

Ted is not a monster, no matter what the police think, Karen's injuries are her own fault. She should not have pushed him, he's so tired of her nagging, of Holly's crying, of Mike not listening.

Nancy is a lost cause, has been since she began dating that Byers Boy.

The Byers always were Bad eggs. It didn't surprise Ted when Joyce lost her youngest. It was a little surprising when he showed up alive, Ted had figured that someone had killed the boy.

Ted wished Nancy had stuck to the Harrington boy, he was a good sort, and even if he was like his father, at least the money he came from would make up for it.

Ted was angry that Hopper had arrested him, was angry that when he discovered when Steve Harrington of all people had Holly, not the Ted wanted her, she was too needy and had been mistake, an accident but Karen wouldn't consider an abortion.

Ted sat on the cot in his cell, he was alone, Hopper having to step out for a moment.

And then the lights flickered.

Ted scowled, "That's not funny."

The lights did not stop flickering, flickering faster and faster until every light bulb burst in a shower of sparks.

Ted flinched at the sudden darkness.

"Hello?" He called, standing.

There was a long momrnt of silence before Ted feltt something right next to him, he could feel it's breath at his ear.

"Hello Ted." Harrington's voice said.

Ted breathed a sigh of relief.

"Steve, Son, you scared me." Ted said as he turned to look at Steve and froze at the sight of a Monster.

"I'm not your son, Ted." The monster with Steve's voice said "and you should be scared. You hurt Karen. I like Karen. She was nice to me, even after Nancy left me."

"She asked for it." Ted defended himself.

The monster bared it's teeth, too many, too wide and Ted had the distinct feeling he'd said the wrong thing.

"My father said the same, the creature that are my Spawn said the Same thing. Nothing asks to be hurt." The monster saud.

"Please, don't hurt me." Ted begged, falling to the his knees.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Ted." The monster said.

Ted let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you." Ted started.

"I'm going to kill you, until the rivers of the Down Below run pure. You don't get the luxury of a quick death. Not after what you've done to my family."

The monster lunged and Ted did not have time to scream before the grey walls of the Station cell disappeared

When he became aware again Ted felt cold and something grey white was falling from the Sky.

Something screeched and Ted flinched.

Something dove at him and bit into his body, tearing him up until darkness came.

Ted woke up, something snarled and lunged, digging teeth into his arm, dragging him along until something cracked in his head and darkness came.

Ted, woke up to teeth in his throat, darkness came.

Ted woke up. Something nibbling at his toes before slowly moving up his leg and leg body until he was fully engulfed slowly his body began to to boil until finally, thankfully, darkness came.

Ted Woke up, Steve sat beside him on a Rock, a dark, poluted river flowed next to the vines that surrounded them.

"Please, Please make it stop." Ted begged.

Steve looked at him, eyes dark, empty.

"No." The monster said.

Something swooped, threw Ted up and swallawed him whole.

Darkness came...

Ted woke up...

Ted woke up...

Over and over until the Rivers of blood ran dry until the air purified.

But that took a very long time.

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So um it's been quite a while since I worked on this, but here you go.

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[cas-fandoms]

The Real Last Goodbye

The following is a fanfiction that me and my buddy currated. The possibilities of these characters ever meeting is low and most likely won't happen. The names unfamiliar to you will be Ocs. I'm ver happy with this, and I hope you will be too. If it is wanted, more lore on my Ocs will be provided. Thank you so much, enjoy ***

Damien could feel the power of the crystal surging through his veins as he lay his final punch, his final strike to end it all. It was like a butterfly softly landing onto a flower, the silent growing of a ripple.

It finally seemed as if Damien’s world was quiet again. Mark’s red-clothed body broke into shards, shooting out in every direction like an after shock, sparkling and fluttering in the darkness of the void. From below their fight afloat, Georgia watched, tears flowing down her face, her glasses lay shattered next to her as she sat on the voids dark ground, or so, one that had been manifested. Wilford stood beside her, pumping his fists in the air in joyous triumph. Chloe exclaimed victoriously, laughing, twirling in a circle. “Damn right, Damien! You got ‘em babe!”

Wilford turned back to look at Georgia, and found her crying, her face so full of astonishment and shock, he was sure that she wasn’t thinking at all or had millions of thoughts stirring in her head. He leapt to her, his voice jittery with excitement.

“L-Look Georgia! We-We saved you!” He exclaimed, bending over and grabbing her hands to pull her up, but she only greeted him with a distant gaze.

“Wilford…?” She said, staring at him as if she were blind.

“Hey, look! The awful man is all gone.” Wilford assured her, holding her face. “He won’t be hurting you again.”

“Wil, what’s happening…?” What was happening, indeed. Georgia held her hands out in front of her, watching as her fingers and arms started to flake and twirl away, fading into the dark air. She looked at Wilford with confused eyes, but when he saw more than just her arms fading away, he jumped to hold her, clinging to her. “Hey, Georgia, it’s okay, you’re not going anywhere, dear, you’re staying here! With me!” He said, seeming to say it to assure himself more than her.

Chloe watched as Wilford held her, watching Georgia fade away. She knew something was wrong, and she knew it was bad. ***

Terri looked around the Theater in horror, watching every chair, wall, and curtain turn to dust, floating like a satanic dance in the air. She reached up to her head and pulled her ball cap off, her eyes wide open, astonished.

“Illinois!” She watched as Dawn exclaimed Illinois’ name as ran to his arms, his very skin turning to the same ash that twisted around them. She watched as Noir held Laury close to him as the last bits of her body disappeared, comforting her to the end. “Don’t worry my darling, I’ve got you, I’m here.” She watched as everything was crumbling before her.

“Terri!” She heard Yancy call, and it was like she had been snapped out of a trance. “Yancy!!” She screamed, running in every which direction. “Terri!” She heard him yell from behind her. She turned around, taking in a terrified breath. Yancy was fading away too. Terri lost her mind.

“YANCY!!” She shrieked, launching herself at him, or, what was left of him. Terri felt Yancy’s strong arms wrapped around her, grabbing her hair, holding onto her clothes as she too, started to fade away. “It’s okay, baby girl, I’ve got youse. Everything is gon’ be okay,” Terri started to cry, fearful of the end. Illinois, Dawn, Noir and Laury were gone already, and she had no idea if Georgia was okay. She prayed that Wilford was keeping her safe.

Terri buried her face into Yancy’s chest as the feeling in her limbs left her, and soon the feeling of Yancy’s shirt on her cheek leaving her as well. The cop and the convict were gone. ***

Wilford fell to his knees, processing, still denying the fact of death’s existence. He stared, unsure if he wanted to cry, unsure if he had any reason.

The tap of Damien’s dress shoes echoed in the deep nothing as he walked to his friend. When Wil felt a hand on his shoulder, he dropped his face into his hands. “Sh-she’s not r-really gone…right Damien…?” Damien felt an ache in his chest ricochet. “…I… I don’t know I…” He didn’t know what else to say.

Chloe stood close behind Damien, feeling herself sadden to see their friend in pain. But she was also angry. This was all to save Georgia, to make sure that Mark couldn’t hurt anyone else, and now she was gone. Suddenly, it struck her: What was going on back at the Theater? Was everyone okay? She didn’t know, but she didn’t want to find out quite yet. They were stuck in the void for now, and she had a feeling they would be here for a while.

Chloe watched Wilford as he trembled, following Damien with her eyes as he stood up from Wil’s side. This was all so confusing, discerning. She didn’t know why this was the outcome, Georgia wasn’t supposed to have disappeared. Chloe came up closer to Damien, reaching up and resting a hand on his shoulder to grab his attention. “What the hell happened, I thought you just killed Mark?” Damien turned his head, an expression on his face e that Chloe had never, ever, seen before. He opened his mouth to speak, but he hesitated. “I don’t know.” He said, and those three words felt like the weight of the world was slammed onto their shoulders. “I thought it would just be him…”

In the silence of the void, echoed a dry chuckle, growing and growing to manic laughing to angered screaming. Wilford stood up and turned around with a snap. Within seconds, he was in Damien’s face, shouting, boiling tears running down his face. “What the hell did you do?!” He screamed. “You did this! We did all of this to protect Georgia and now she’s GONE!!” Wil grabbed the knot of Damien’s tie, dragging him down to his level, fuming and red-faced, the anger contagious. Damien’s eyes lit aflame, and he only matched Wil’s anger. “You think I did this?!” He shouted. “You think I planned on killing GeGe?! She was my FRIEND!! You really think that I would’ve done this in the first place IF NOT FOR HER?!” With every word, Damien’s voice became more distorted, his monochrome splitting further out on either side of him.

Chloe stood there in shock, removing her hand from his shoulder and stepping back. She hadn’t seen Damien like this for a while, and it truly worried her. She just watched as the two argued, saying things in the heat of the situation that they otherwise wouldn’t have said. She could tell that Damien’s anger was going to get to his head and he was going to do something he was going to regret if he wasn’t kept it check. “Damien-“

“Butt out, Chloe!” Wilford shouted, brows furrowed. “This doesn’t involve you.” With that, Damien’s shoulders tensed, “Don’t speak to her that way!” He shouted, his voice doubling and distorted to the point where Chloe thought that she might pass out from how dizzy it was making her. “Why?! Your little FIANCÉE can’t handle a little stern talk?”

“Well Georgia couldn’t!”

It was silent again.

Wilford’s angry expression faulted, and all that was left were tears. He turned his head down, and for the first time since the party all those years ago, he broke down. Wilford held his face in his hands, his frantic sobs reverberating through the void. Damien’s eyes flickered, and his monochrome retreated back to the sides of his body. His anger left him just as soon as it came. Damien’s shoulders dropped and he sighed, wrapping his arms around Wilford’s hunched over buddy, holding him. “I’m sorry old friend…This wasn’t supposed to happen…I never intended for her to get caught in the crossfire…” He told him softly, and the sight struck a chord in Chloe.

She stepped forward from where she stood and was quick to hold the two in her own embrace. This was hard, for the both of them, and she knew it. She knew it all to well. Chloe rubbed her hands down their backs, shushing them, which was the only way she knew of comforting someone. “It’s gonna be okay…” She murmured. “We’ll figure this out, we always do.” That was the last thing said for a while. The three basked in each other’s arms, trying to bear this weight together, but they would never know how this all came to be. And it would become infuriating in the near future.

From what the three could tell, this - losing Georgia - was the last goodbye…But what they would find when they left the void, that the crumbling worlds that surrounded them would be The REAL Last Goodbye.

[zoeykallus]

Giiiiiirl! We all need some Tech, but something soft and chaste, complicated, slow burning, very angsty! And with some heartache, don't forget the heartache!

😮... erm... Anoooon! Lucky for you, I have something in my wips I could work on that feels like it fits this profile... in a way... I guess. Heartache? Okay, but don't come crying to me later. It was originally a draft with my OC (Which I never would have finished or published anyway), but I think I can fix it up.

Tech/Howzer x 'Jedi'!Fem!Reader - Shortfic / Oneshot - The Misfits

Warnings: Angst/Hurt/Fluff/Heartache/!!!!MAJOR SPOILER FOR TBB S2!!!!!

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After you fell in love with Howzer, you left the Order. You haven't seen him for a long time and according to rumors he is most likely no longer alive.

In your search for answers to where all the clones are disappearing to, you stumble upon a squad of clones in desperate need of help.

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AC: I changed some timeline related things as well as canon itself and call it artistic freedom 🙂. Depending on your point of view, there is a happy ending, or there is none. Or a bit of both. I totally went over board with this, but I kinda love it. It's probably one of my favorite things I worked on.

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Above him, the life of his squad hangs by a thread; below him is a yawning void, a deep abyss. Within a few heartbeats, Tech has calculated all possible scenarios. There is only one way out, one way only. He can save his family if he sacrifices himself. Plan 99. Wrecker and Omega beg him not to cut the connection, Hunter even orders him to.

"When have we ever followed orders," Tech says, drawing his blaster.

Every move, that what he needs to do is logical, but it feels surreal, heavy-handed. His heart is pounding up to his throat, yet he feels strangely calm. He knows he's doing the right thing. Tech doesn't want to go, but it's a necessity to ensure the continued existence of Clone Force 99, to give his brothers and Omega a chance to survive.

The few seconds in which he aims and pulls the trigger are forever, seeming almost infinite to him. He hears his brothers calling for him and Omega's screams. In the next moment, the connection is cut, and he drops falls, his stomach tingling, everything tingling, but his muscles relaxed. His heart is racing, but his mind is calm and unusually empty for the first time in a long time.

But something is wrong, his fall slows down, even his direction of flight changes. His mind awakens again. Tech looks around, tries to orientate himself, and realizes that he is heading for one of the towers along which the cable car runs. He has no idea what is happening, there is no logical explanation, no updrafts strong enough, he has no wings and no way to control his fall, it makes no sense.

He gets close enough to grab one of the crossbars on the tower. His heart leaps as his fall stops, and he clings to the tower. Tech still can't quite grasp that he's alive, doesn't quite understand what just happened. A surge of euphoria floods his body; he doesn't have to die.

But his mind sobers up very quickly. His gaze shoots upward. The car with his brothers is moving again, but disproportionately fast, they would very likely crash into the stop.

Up above the tracks he sees a figure, a woman, she moves quickly, elegantly, dodging shots, but most interesting, she wields a green lightsaber with which she deflects the blaster shots of the Imperials.

"A Jedi," he says to himself.

Then comes the realization. He didn't fly, the Jedi must have saved him. Tech begins to hastily climb down, he must be on the ground on foot trying to reach his brothers in time. At the bottom, even as he runs, he hears the car crash into the platform. His guts want to tie themselves in knots, but he keeps running, can only hope that no one is too badly hurt.

You see dust and smoke swirl up as you jump down from the tracks into the crash site. Behind you, you hear hurried footsteps. The one you rescued earlier also reaches the crash site. He stops for a moment, stares at you, his eyes big. Finally, he rushes past you into the wreckage to check on his companions.

Some of them are injured, not fatally, but too badly to fight.

"I assume you have a shuttle," you say, more or less addressing everyone.

"Who's that?" the biggest of them asks with a groan, holding his aching ribs.

You wave it off and say, "We can work that out later. I'll back you up on the way to your shuttle if you'll take me. The imperials shot down my shuttle," you say, helping the girl to her feet, who looks at you wide-eyed, then at Tech.

"TECH!"

The girl hugs the man fiercely as tears stream down her face.

"You're alive!" she says as if she can't believe it.

He wipes away her tears and says gently but firmly, "You need to pull yourself together for a moment, Omega, first we need to get out of here"

"Go!" growls the one with the longer hair and bandana, "No time".

He grits his teeth, stumbles limping through the rubble and almost falls, but you grab his arm and help him. You can sense his pain.

"Thank you," he presses out in anguish, between clenched teeth.

Under fire, you rush back to the shuttle as fast as you can. Tech helps the sergeant, the big one named Wrecker holds up on his own. You fend off incoming shots, more than a few of which would hit one back or another without your help. The blade of the laser sword hums, buzzing through the air like an extension of your body, every movement, fluid and natural.

Tech keeps looking over his shoulder, fascinated. He's seen many a Jedi, but somehow, there is something different about you, something that already draws him in.

Pabu is beautiful, peaceful and the people refreshingly warm. A good place to come to rest, at least temporarily. However, you are a bit frustrated at the moment, your attempts to repair your holopad have failed. Annoyed, you place the device back down on the half-wall in front of you.

"Fuck it," you grumble to yourself as you hear a soft noise behind you.

You turn and see Tech, his helmet tucked under his arm, looking at you in surprise with raised brows. He's unobtrusive, yet somehow always near you.

"Excuse my choice of words," you say with a wry smile.

He shrugs carefully and says, "I may not be a fan of that language, but it doesn't bother me much either. However, I must say that this choice of words surprises me, hearing it from a Jedi. I don't think I've ever heard a Jedi swear before."

You laugh softly.

"What makes you think I'm a Jedi?"

Tech blinks thoughtfully, adjusts his goggles with his index finger, and says, "Well, I thought it was obvious. You carry a lightsaber, use the Force, and you are clearly not a Sith."

You nod slowly, "Yes, I can understand why you would come to that conclusion. But I'm not a Jedi, not anymore, not for a few years now."

He extends his hand to you invitingly and says, "May I help you with that?"

You pick up the holopad again and pass it to him. As he deftly takes the device apart, he cautiously asks, "May I ask why you left the Order?"

You sigh softly and sit down on the half-wall, looking down at the beach for a moment as if searching for an answer there, then look at Tech again.

"I never really fit in with the Jedi. You could say among the Jedi I was an outsider to some extent."

Tech looks up curiously from the holopad. He notes that this is something that connects you, he and his brothers never really fit in among the other clones either. He says, "That must have been difficult."

You nod with a sigh, "Sometimes more, sometimes less. I lacked that absolute calm, that restraint. Although I grew up in the Order from a very young age, I have never been able to put aside my emotional nature. The decision that I had to leave the Order was made when I fell in love."

Tech looks up again, blinking, you sense unease beneath his surface.

"In love?" he asks, swallowing, "Oh. Jedi aren't supposed to do that, are they?"

"No, they shouldn't. Well, it happens to many actually, but a real Jedi, cuts themselves loose from it, I didn't want that to happen."

The little, "Oh" that comes across his lips sounds oddly vulnerable.

Tech is still tinkering with your holopad when he asks, "And what happened to that love of yours?"

You swallow and feel an uncomfortable pressure on your chest as you answer quietly, "I don't know. I haven't seen him in a very long time. He was stationed on Ryloth. After Order 66, I couldn't possibly go there, too many clones in one place, and… I was terrified that he had succumbed to the chip as well. If he had tried to kill me, I don't think I could have stomached it. But from what I've heard, he's probably no longer alive anyway."

Tech looks at you in surprise.

"The man you loved was a reg?"

You frown and repeat, "Reg?"

He shakes his head apologetically.

"Sorry. Regular clone, meaning clones that haven't been modified like Clone Force 99"

"Oh, I see," you say understandingly, "Yes, by that standard I suppose he was a Reg. As far as I've heard, he ultimately acted contrary to programming. He was arrested for treason when he liberated the Syndulla family"

Tech looks up again.

"Howzer?" he asks, surprised.

"Yeah," you say, also surprised, "You know him?"

"[Knowing him] is probably too much of a word. We ran into him. At the Syndullas liberation operation. For that matter, I'm afraid I have to confirm the rumor you heard, Howzer really has been arrested by the Empire for treason."

Your heart grows heavy. You swallow. You feel a slight burning behind your eyes and the bridge of your nose.

"Then I guess he really is dead," you say with a heavy sigh, "Actually, I'm not surprised, I was already expecting it, and we haven't seen each other in over a year, but it still hurts."

Tech put the holopad back together. He gently presses the device into your hand, holding your hand almost tenderly for a brief moment as he does so.

"I'm sorry."

He's really sorry, but part of him feels relief that Howzer can't be a part of your life anymore, and he's ashamed of it. In fact, he's shocked at how he feels about you and how that realization affects him.

As Tech lets go of you, he says softly, "Your holopad is working again."

You blink and look at the device.

"Thank you so much. You're really handy with these things, aren't you?"

Tech smiles gently.

"At the risk of sounding smug, I have to say, 'handy' is probably an understatement, but yes".

Tech's heart beats faster when he sees you enter the room. He looks up, smiles at you briefly, and nervously turns his attention back to the cards lying on a box in front of him.

"You're playing… Against yourself?" you ask, surprised.

He nods and says as a matter of course, "Of course, that's the only way this game is still a challenge for me."

Your soft laugh, turns his cheeks a little pink.

"I actually believe you," you say, amused.

You glance over his shoulder.

"You're probably really good at this, you'll have to teach me when you have the time".

Tech's shoulders tighten proudly, he turns his head to the side to look at you shyly for a moment and shows you his cute little smile, just very briefly, but adorably cute.

You are so close, very close to him, for a moment he can smell your scent even more clearly than before and a shiver runs through his body. If he wasn't sitting right now, Tech is sure, his knees would buckle under him. What's happening to him here, what are you doing to him? Does this have something to do with the Force? Tech doesn't dare ask. But he feels something like a connection, and he feels all warm. Maybe he's just incubating a disease. Are there parasites on Pabu that he doesn't know about?

His thoughts are racing in all directions, but then you move again, sit down opposite him. His gaze follows you, spellbound. Tech blinks several times, trying to collect himself. Spending time with you is so wonderful in a way, so exciting, but it also completely messes with his head.

"Are we going to play a game? Will you teach me?"

His mouth opens, but it takes him a long moment to find his voice again.

"I… yes, I'd love to. But the circumstances aren't exactly fair. My mind is… special, it will be anything but easy to win against me"

With a soft laugh whose sound tickles all the way to his stomach, you say, "I don't have to win, first I just want to learn"

You learn quickly. Surprised, with a very slight tinge of frustration, and not a little appreciation, he notes that you soon beat him over and over again.

"No one has ever won against me until now," he says, impressed, but also thoughtful.

Part of him was hoping to impress you, but now he almost feels a little intimidated.

You smirk.

"Well, this is a game where a lot depends on how well you know your opponent and how to interpret their behavior. I have a simple advantage, I can sense your intentions in the Force, maybe the circumstances really aren't fair."

His pulse races. Instead of being angry that you more or less cheated through the Force, panic rises in him. If you can sense his intentions, can you sense what you are triggering in him?!

You tilt your head slightly to the side and look at him questioningly, which only emphasizes his fear. Tech jumps up, nearly knocking over the box still containing your playing cards.

"I have to take care of something," he stammers and runs out of the room a little too hastily.

Echo enters the cockpit of the Marauder in search of Tech. He finds him there, too, using a medical scanner on himself. Echo's brows go up questioningly.

"Tech, what's wrong?"

Startled, Tech looks up, collects himself, and finally answers, "I'm looking for traces of a disease or parasite."

Concerned, Echo moves closer.

"So you're not feeling well?"

Tech sighs and says, "It's hard to tell. I'm showing certain symptoms"

"Which are?"

"Increased heart rate, queasy feeling in stomach, sweaty palms, shaky knees".

Echo frowns and says, "That doesn't sound like a parasite."

Echo thinks for a moment and then something occurs to him. With a certain undertone, he asks, "Those symptoms wouldn't happen to show up in connection with our Jedi guest?"

Tech lowers the scanner and looks critically at Echo.

"Are you suggesting she might have infected me with something?"

Echo says, amused, "More or less. She's pretty, she's nice, well she's special."

Tech sighs softly and says, "I agree."

Echo sits down in the copilot seat, looks at Tech and says, "You'd rather be sick than in love?"

"In love?!" echoes Tech in near panic.

His brother raises his hands placatingly.

"Relax, it's a normal thing, not the end of the world. But it's also natural to have a certain respect for these feelings. They make us vulnerable and as soldiers we are trained to avoid such things, especially as clones. But there are no regulations anymore, you could take the leap and explore these feelings."

Techs heart beats faster, just the thought that there might be something between you sends what feels like millions of signals through his body.

"Are you scared?"

Tech gulps.

"I'm not sure about that, in a way I guess I am. She can use the Force, maybe she already knows, maybe she's already sensed what I'm feeling."

Echo shrugs.

"I suppose it's possible. But so far it doesn't seem to me like she's avoiding you, that's a good sign after all."

Tech nods slowly, agreeing with his brother.

The sun is slowly setting, but it is still wonderfully warm. Your hands rest on the waist-high stone wall in front of you and feel the warmth of the sun stored in it, which has been shining on it all day. A real, pleasant feeling. Then you feel something else, with your mind.

"Hey, Tech. Did you get done what you needed to get done?"

You turn to him with a smile. It's almost unusual to see him without his datapad in his hand. Tech stands next to you and looks out at the ocean and how the sun seems to be sinking into the water on the horizon.

"Yes, I have," he says softly.

You can sense that something is going on beneath his surface, he is excited and euphoric at the same time, but outwardly he seems quite calm. You look at each other, you feel it coming, but you don't move a muscle. Unsure if you want to let it happen or not. He leans towards you, his lips chastely touching your cheek, then he straightens up again with blushing cheeks and looks out at the water again, unable to face your gaze.

It's a strange feeling. You like Tech a lot, you can't quite place it yet, but something about it feels wrong, maybe because you can't quite release Howzer from your heart yet.

"Sorry," he says suddenly, "I didn't mean to cross any lines."

You sigh softly and carefully reach for his hand. Tech's heart overflows with joyful excitement, you can feel it, it practically spills over to you, but you pull yourself together.

"There's something you should know, Tech."

He does finally look at you again, questioningly.

"You can tell me anything," he says quietly.

With a cautious smile, you nod and say, "I can feel what you feel for me, at least I think I can. These feelings, I must admit, are not entirely one-sided."

There is great joy radiating from him, nervousness, euphoria, but also a bitter undertone of insecurity.

He says, "I have a feeling there's still a 'but' there."

You nod again and say, "My heart is not ready to let go of Howzer. I know he's most likely no longer among the living, but I'm not ready to let him go just yet."

"Oh," Tech says quietly, "That's not a problem. I, um, I can wait until you're ready."

"I can't ask you to do that, I don't know how long it will take" you say uncertainly, lowering your eyes.

You would love to let him hug and comfort you, just let go and snuggle up to Tech's side, but something, hidden deep inside you, prevents you from doing so.

Tech repeats determinedly, "I can wait," and very gently squeezes your fingers in his hand.

At that moment, your heart opens a little wider to him and his, adorably sweet, little, smile.

"Rex is coming to Pabu," Hunter says, "And he's bringing some more of our brothers with him that he was able to rescue from the clutches of the Empire."

You remember Rex, a little bit, anyway. A decent guy, good soldier, he was Skywalker's Clone Captain. Skywalker was the only Jedi at the time who seemed to understand you to some extent, at least you always had a good conversation with him. You wonder where he is now, if he is still alive. But a noise pulls you out of your thoughts.

A shuttle is approaching and lands next to the Marauder, which suddenly seems quite small in comparison. The ramp opens and Rex emerges from it, followed by several other clones.

Tech shows up next to you, giving you a gentle smile before focusing on the arrivals, his datapad in hand as usual.

You greet the new arrivals. Rex even recognizes you, you talk for a moment when you hear someone say, "Hey little Jedi."

There is only one man who has ever called you that.

"Howzer", the name comes across your lips like a whisper.

You turn around and see him standing in front of you. He looks tired, but the smile on his face is still irresistible. Neither of you think for long. You embrace each other stormily and Howzer engages you in a long, longing kiss.

As his lips part from yours, he leans his forehead against yours and says, "Honestly, I hardly dared to hope I'd ever see you again, beautiful."

The world around you has faded out, there is only Howzer and you, even though all eyes are on you. Some confused, others amused. But you also feel Tech's shock, poking through all the other sensations surrounding you, like an electric shock.

The datapad in his hands crackles and creaks protestingly under the pressure of Tech's fingers as he watches your kiss. He didn't expect this, didn't expect Howzer to ever appear on the scene again.

Tech could have imagined waiting until you were ready for him, but this changes everything. The realization is like a shock, and a wave of bitterness rolls over him against his will.

The datapad cracks in his hands. Echo next to him stares in disbelief at the kissing scene, then his gaze shifts to Tech with concern.

"Tech…" he says softly, but Tech drops the datapad to the floor, turns on his heel, and walks away in a hurry.

Hunter and Echo exchange a frown, a worried look.

"I'll go check on him," Echo says, and sets about following Tech.

That same evening, you're sitting on the beach with Howzer, holding hands, talking, telling each other all the things that happened during the time you were apart. Then you feel it again, the tentative, tender presence of Tech. You turn your head and look up at him.

You haven't seen him since this morning, since Rex and Howzer arrived. You don't know where he's been or what he's been doing during that time. But since Echo followed him and also stayed gone all day, you suspect he was talking to his brother.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I know you probably have a lot to talk about, but I'd like to ask for a private conversation," Tech says in a matter-of-fact tone.

Howzer frowns questioningly, but when you agree and leave with Tech, he has no objections, trusting you and waiting on the beach as Tech and you walk away, out of earshot and sight.

"I know," Tech begins, "Things have changed now, of course. Howzer's still alive, and I don't presume to make demands or get in the way. I'm very fond of you, and even though I'd like to be in Howzer's place, all I really want is for you to be happy."

His pain is deep and more intense than you expect, you can feel it almost as clearly as if it were your own.

"I'm so sorry, I-"

Tech raises his hand.

"No, don't be. Neither my feelings nor the current situation are your fault. You should be happy, you have the man you love back."

Everything inside you tightens. Yes he is right, you should be happy, but you are not, not completely. But maybe that's just what you feel going out from Tech.

"Something about this whole situation doesn't feel right," you say so softly that he almost doesn't hear it.

He smiles sadly and says, "That's just because you're a good person, you have a good heart. You know that I feel pain, and you would like to change that. But you can't, this is something that will heal with time."

You take a deep breath, stand on your tiptoes, and he leans towards you. You gently kiss Tech's cheek and say, "You know I still care about you immensely, right?"

He swallows, finally nods, and says, barely audibly, "I know that."

As you part ways, he stares after you for a long time as his hand automatically moves to his cheek and his fingers settle on the spot where you kissed him. He will never forget this moment.

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Hot Gum (Part2 of In Betweenin')

Pairing: Suguru Niragi x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N regrets loosing the one she loved

Warnings: swearing, and that's probably all

A/N: I'm alive! And I'm back with new writing. The first part is linked in the title of the first part! Let me know if you see any mistakes. Also if you want me to write something for you, go and ask either in private message or in the inbox... I'm open!

The screams. The chaos. The fire. It was everywhere. It was making your head hurt. You couldn't breath. You felt the burning sensation, it was in you, it was eating you alive....

You woke up rapidly, panting, covered in cold sweat. Again the same nightmare. You grabbed the nearest shirt and wiped your face and neck with the material then sighed.

Those nightmares have been haunting you since you had escaped the 'Beach' before it burned down totally. Of course no other than Niragi had helped you disappear into thin air before anyone could have found out about you still being alive. You were grateful that you were still alive, walking and breathing, yet you were worried. Why? Because when you had left the 'Beach', Niragi wasn't with you. You have waited for him on the shore, hoping he would somehow come back to you, but he hadn't.

You got up from the bed in someone's flat you have been occupying for some time, and got out on the balcony. Cold, night breeze touched your skin causing goosebumps on your arms, you flinched. This coldness cleared your mind a bit, got rid of those memories, only for a moment but it was enough, you needed a break from them.

You put your head on your intertwined hands that were lying on the railing and sighed loudly. You felt lonely, have been feeling that way for some time, and even though you've met some other people nothing could feel this weird void inside of you.

"Chishiya, you should have died in there instead of him." you whispered.

"Don't tell me you're crying for me."

This voice.

You lifted your head from your hands and immediately a smile crawled onto your lips. You could bet your eyes were shining while looking at the man you thought you had lost. His hair and half of the face was hidden under the black-and-white shirt you remembered him wearing.

The whole body was covered in bandages, no skin was visible except from the half of the face. It was burnt.

You said nothing more, with a smile on your face and hope in heart you left the flat and ran up to Niragi , tripping over your own legs, to close him in a tight hug.

"Who gave you permission to touch me?" you were a bit shocked because of the harshness in his voice, you haven't heard it for some time, yet you didn't stop hugging him. "Move."

Niragi grabbed your shoulders and moved you away from himself what made you huff with annoyance, you missed him.

"How did you survive?" you asked.

"It's not so easy to kill me." Niragi huffed and smirked then looked you straight in the eyes. "So my bitch was crying because of me. Did you feel grateful?"

"No." you shook your head, but smiled telling him it was only a joke.

"Then you'd better be." the distance between you two got smaller with every step Niragi had taken and finally your bodies were touching.

You felt his breath on your skin, you felt his gaze on your lips, you felt his whole presence and God, you wanted more than just a look.

"Needy, huh?" Niragi chuckled and walked towards the flat you had left to greet him, leaving you in the middle of the street with disappointment on your face.

"You don't know how much" you whispered, but followed him inside. "Where have you been all this time? I've been looking for you."

"Oh, my bitch cares about me. Sweet." Niragi fell on the couch with his all weight but hissed because of the pain. "I had to do some things, talk with people and...why do I even explain myself to you?"

"Because you trust me." you handed him bottle of water, even though he hadn't asked for it, and smiled slightly when Niragi took it from your hand.

"Who told you that?" he laughed and took a big sip from the bottle. "Do you have a fever or what?"

You only sighed and sat on the table, your eyes glued to man's figure and a smile on your lips.

"You look creepy. Stop staring." huffed half-burned bacon (please forgive me for that) and throw an empty bottle at you.

"Ay." you kicked the plastic away and looked at Niragi again. " I missed you and I'll keep staring."

"Listen here, bitch." the man got up from the sofa and came closer to you, standing in between your legs with hands on both your sides. "I don't care if you missed me or not. I don't even wanna know. You're nothing to me. You mean nothing. You're simple a bitch that seeks my approval, every woman does that."

"But I am the only one you helped."

"You are." the way he said that made squirm in place, caused butterflies in your stomach and chills on your back.

But that wasn't all. Niragi grabbed your chin to keep it in place and hungrily pressed his lips against yours. Saying this kiss took away your breath wasn't enough. It took your ability to breath, speak and think, all in one.

"Now shut up and let me be." whispered Niragi with a mischievous smile before he left to go to the next room, the bedroom. "And don't you dare come here and interrupt me. I will kill you if you make a one step into this room."

"Got it!" you nodded with upside down grin on your lips.

Actually you didn't expect this going this way. God, you have never expected Niragi to come back. But here he was, lying in the next room whole and healthy...well, not so whole, some of his skin was missing.

"You know I'm happy you're back!" You yelled from the other room, swinging your legs over the ground.

"I don't care!" Answered Niragi, but after that he mumbled something you didn't hear.

The evening came pretty fast, faster than you expected. You sighed and started putting on some more comfortable clothes.

"Where are you going?" asked Niragi and leaned on the doorframe.

"To play a game." you tied your shoelaces and smiled. "Why?"

"Just asking and hoping you will leave me alone." answered Suguru.

"Maybe today will be your lucky day." your hair were turned into a bun and you nodded.

When ready, you headed to the door, but only grabbed the knob because Niragi stopped you.

"What about a 'goodbye' or 'see you'? Nothing?"

You chuckled and looked at him.

"You don't want to see me again." you repeated his words with a shrug. "I am making it easier for myself."

"Bullshit." growled Suguru, made two steps towards you and kissed you aggressively yet passionately.

Again this day, your breath was take away by the same man as before.

"I saved you because I want you, okay?" whispered black haired. "I want you to myself. I don't care what you think, you are mine now."

You gasped when you heard that. He cared about you? You were his? Your every dreams was coming true.

"Now go and kick some ass." Suguru kissed you again. "Come back in one piece."

[mylittle-escapingdreams]

Nothing Really Matters

Fandom: Marvel Shipping: Tony x GN!reader WC: 797 Note: I came back to tumblr only to find a distinct lack of Tony fluff. I love smut as much as the next person but fluff... is necessary sometimes. This is more of a vent thing for me - again.

The water slowly washed over their feet, the cold pulling them back to reality every time. There was little like this, and yet there was nothing that could make it better. The beach could be lonely and drowned in purple and blue just as the sky painted, a soft glow on their skin from the sun that had started falling behind the horizon and yet something was amiss. Something still left them feeling like there was a hole in their chest, a complete void that somehow managed to suck every bit of happiness out of it. Medication, therapy, yoga, exercise. They'd tried it all. Judging from this one could guess that the issue was a depressive episode, it'd pass. But it never does, does it? It comes back crashing just like the waves do. They disappear and gather whatever strength they have, slowly washing up on the shore only to cover their feet again.

Tony was just arriving in one of his cars, blasting ACDC as loud as he could handle it. He hadn't a care in the world which car it was, what time of day. He remembered this was their favorite spot to be when everything got a bit too much, when life was hard. He'd known hardships, anxiety, depression too. He couldn't begin to understand what they were going through really, since he'd never experienced it first hand, but knowing that it ate them up gave him a pain in his chest not even having his reactor ripped out could mimic. As he slowly walked down a small path with dirt and stones in his shorts and some button up he threw on, he took off his glasses to see the love of his life in a clearer light. The sky behind them gave them an ethereal look, even more so than usual. Something straight out of a book, he'd say. But none of his words will do much to keep those waves from crashing, and he knows it. His steps carried him closer to his love and he stopped beside them, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Tony, I think I'm not meant to be here," they said softly, their gaze just locked to the floor. They were biting on their cheeks, keeping the tears at bay for sure. Tony breathed in slowly, knowing there was more coming so he didn't speak; "It hurts. All the time. It fucking sucks, and nothing works. I've been going through the fucking motions every day. I take my meds, I do the work, I do therapy. And still it fucking hurts. And for what?" They complained, their voice filling with anger. Anger for themselves, the world, the reason they are this way. They wanted to scream, shout, cry about how much it hurt but there was so little that did. Nothing was really helpful here. Tony moved his eyes over to properly give their face a glance, keeping his eyes on them, too. Despite the tears welling in their eyes, despite their bloody lip from biting it hard, and despite the messy and greasy hair nothing could beat the beauty of his person. He could do little but remind them over and over that they are, in fact, meant to be here with him. Listen, help them through it.

"Listen sweetheart," he started, taking a small pause just to contemplate what exactly he was gonna say, "There are few things in this universe I can't explain. Hell, I can explain a shitload of things. And if I could explain and make it all better I'd do it in a heartbeat and you know it." he gently grabbed their hand as he spoke, wanting to slowly approach the matter of touch. Sometimes it's too much, sometimes it's necessary. And he'd learned that it was important to scope it out beforehand, "You are the most important thing in the world to me. I'd burn it all for you."

Tony ran his finger over the ring on their finger. A small token of his appreciation, nothing super expensive because he knew their favorite band and gem. The words they'd promised eachother invisible, but he knew they were engraved on the inside of the ring. Their eyes met his now, the tears falling down their face. It wasn't often that they cried.

"Time and time again I'll let you know I won't let you go. We'll weather this storm. And every single one after it too, you know?" Tony said again, getting a little closer to them. They nodded slightly, their breath shaky. With a quick movement Tony pulled them into an embrace and just held them as they sobbed. If this was what they needed, he'd do this. If they needed him to burn the world, he would, too.

[demon-of-the-ancient-world]

A LOT of Headcanons about Piranesi coming back into the real world:

For once an adaptationless book I'm Unhealthy about actually has a decent sized following and I can talk about it without screaming into the void of obscurity, so I'm gonna take mad advantage of that and spew out all the Thoughts I had into one post. Yay!

One of the first things he learns to do is cook properly (re: stuff that isn't seaweed and fish) and throws himself into it 100%

Was never much of a cook before but since he was kind of forced to learn in order to survive he's eager to branch out

Remembers his mother making Ghanaian food for he and his sisters when they were kids so he tries to learn some of those dishes

And the first time he makes one for his mom she cries

Actually it's hard for her to look at him at all without crying

He sort of understands why on an intellectual level, but still feels so disconnected from everything that it confuses and alarms him

His dad isn't quite sure what to do with him

Tries to bond in a dad kind of way and he latches on pretty quick to any kind of intellectual discussion but always feels like he makes his dad a little sad

In general he wants to connect with his family but can't help noticing the sad/concerned/disturbed energy they feel when they're around him

And again he understands why, but just can't bring himself to feel the same. They're new people! A whole family he forgot he had! Isn't that exciting and good and why do they look at him funny???

On the other hand, when he first sees them again. He does in fact cry, quite a bit, and tries to reason with himself that it's Matthew crying and not him, but then again maybe it is him because he simply doesn't know what else to do

There's just a lot of tears from all five of them in the first little while

His older sister is soooo protective over him. That's her little baby brother and now he's back after she'd been certain he was dead and she really takes him under her wing

(It's probably her who shows him how to make her favourite recipes)

Younger sister was fresh out of high school when he first disappeared and feels like he's missed out on a good chunk of her life so she throws herself into trying to fill in the gaps for him

Overall I think she'd handle everything the best, it's still confusing and hard but she manages to keep up her spirits by showing him all the cool stuff he's forgotten about in the world, they go on a lot of little adventures together

He struggles with not being able to talk about The House though. He knows it's important that he keep up the pretense that he'd been kidnapped and has amnesia etc. etc., but he wants to tell his family about The House. He wants them to see what he saw and loved for so long even if it turned out to be terrible, and it's so hard

Tries out a few different names. His family just calls him Matthew and he's okay with that, he's not really sure what else to call himself for now but would kind of like something different

Raphael is the highest recipient of this. Almost every time he sees her he's got a new name that he shyly asks if she can call him just to see how it sounds

She is very patient with this, but also sometimes forgets which name he's decided on for the week

Generally he latches onto her very hard and politely but firmly insists they stay friends

Obviously she's quite a busy person, but she makes time to see him and check on how he's doing whenever she can

They also go on adventures (as he calls them)

She takes him to the coasts, and he spends hours wandering the most desolate seeming beaches, taking detailed notes on how they differ from each other, and trying to feed the birds

Is delighted when a seagull steals his sandwich one day

Is very very open about how much he loves Raphael, and the first time he says that to her she's surprised and alarmed to say the least

for completely arbitrary reasons I hc her as being a) a lesbian and b)very much not looking for a relationship. So at first this worries her.

...But it soon becomes clear that he loves a lot of things and people. He loves his family and the birds and the buildings and the crossing guard and the buses and the trees -- and on top of that the thought of romance specifically isn't something he ever fully considers or understand

An ace king, basically

Anyway, they're besties

Dreams about The House frequently, and often so vividly he wakes up thinking he's still there

He wouldn't call them nightmares, but they aren't always nice either

Tries to draw it from memory but can never quite capture it right

Loves birdwatching

And collecting shells

His sister convinces him to get his ears pierced after a while - initially he's skeptical but then remembers this means he has all the more options for decorating himself with odd things he finds and that makes him happy

In general his clothing style gets a little more mainstream over time, but never goes back to what you'd call exactly normal

Knits

Gives people little things he makes or finds, even just strangers he sees frequently or look like they need a friend

Related: is still a bit shy around large groups, but will talk to anyone who looks lonely or lost, even if he has no idea who they are

Anyway I'm having major feelings about this book and am so obsessed with the main character's entire vibe, screaming crying and throwing up etc. etc. so here's my love letter to the implications of the book's ending hope you like it

[absentia-if]

saw you answered my long ask with another quote and,,,

i'm melting even more than before. it literally makes me want to cry and scream into the void

this breaks my heart in the best way

M isn't the only character that i love (your other characters and story in general is incredible OMG), but he sure is my favorite, my baby, my beloved

all M simps after this moment

I’m so happy that you love M! It makes my heart warm to know such a thing. M is a sweetheart, a grumpy sweetheart currently, but a sweetheart nonetheless. And I can’t wait for you to uncover more of what they have to offer.

I actually wrote a small snippet for you— an in between of them being told you were back and when you reunited— that I couldn’t get out of my head because of you love for M. So, I hope you enjoy it. ❤️❤️❤️

Their back ached.

Muscles, having long since grown tired of being kept in the same position for a prolonged period of time, made their agitation known, but even the flair of pain, of discomfort, was nothing but white noise within the back of their mind. Something they were aware of, something they know they should probably pay attention to, but couldn’t bring themself to care about.

In fact, they relished the ache of their neck, relished the growing discomfort at the base of their back, and the tension between their shoulder blades. Relished in the pain because it kept them grounded, kept them focused, into the present. It reminded them that they weren’t dreaming, that they weren’t going to suddenly wake up like all the times before, and that feeling— the warmth that has steadily grown into a raging inferno inside their heart— bypassed any discomfort they may feel.

Azure blue eyes, tinged with ever growing exhaustion, observe the still figure before them. They’re well aware they should head to bed, that they should get some food into them, but they couldn’t bring themself to move away. Couldn’t bring themself to remove themself from your presence after going so long without it.

Would they be able to bear it if you were to disappear in the time they spent away?

Would they be able to mend the already broken pieces of their heart back together if it did?

Would they wish to even try?

No, they muse, standing from their hunched position to move to your side. Staying here, at least for a bit longer, is the most important thing.

The pain in their back, in their shoulders and neck, in their legs, meant little, were practically obsolete, compared to the numbing pain that had been their heart, their soul, after you had been taken. They could handle a bit of discomfort as long as the burning flame of your presence purged the ice that had grown within their heart.

Just a little longer… That’s all they needed. Even if they knew it’d never be enough.

[hazel-of-sodor]

Something Holy This Way Comes

Ch.19 Outburst

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Sunday morning Screech was basking in a patch of sunlight alongside Tyto, the sisters enjoying the rare moment of relaxation together when they heard an angry scream shatter out from somewhere in town. A wall of midnight black shot out from the source of the scream with the sound of shattering ice.

Tyto lazily opened an eye, “it seems someone finally tickled your daughter off.”

She yelped as Screech flicked her.

“She lasted longer than I expected,” Screech said lazily, stretching her valve gear with a groan.

Tyto raised an eyebrow, “You’re not going to check on her?”

“She is on her way here already.”

Mali stormed around the corner, her tendrils, normally the length of her hair, trailed behind her like a cloak of midnight, her emerald eyes burning like stars. Megan followed behind nervously, although the engines sensed her anxiety was for Mali rather than of her.

“I said leave me alone.” Mail snapped at the other girl, causing both 47xx’s to raise an eyebrow at the teen’s hostility.

Something in Megan’s face hardened, “No.”

“Oh don't act like you don't agree with them.” Mali spat.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” Megan demanded.

“I've noticed you pull away since I was changed. You fear me, just like everyone else.”

“Enough.” Screech rumbled, tendrils rising.

Neither girl listened.

Mali stepped closer glaring at the other girl, “Admit it, you think I'm a freak, a devil, just like everyone else.” she spat.

Megan stepped closer, refusing to back down, “well forgive me for trying to give you time to adjust. It's not like you came within seconds of your soul being ripped apart.”

“It WAS ripped apart! And I'm tired of everyone pretending it WASN’T!!!” Mali roared, a wave of black crashing out from her, Tyto was shoved back from the force, the air fracturing around them with the sound of breaking glass. Ice raced along the ground, coating the rails and turning their breath into clouds. The sun disappeared as the sky was cast into a black as deep as the void. Screech had shot her tendrils out to shield Megan, but there was no need, as the wave parted around the other teen like water around the rock.

Megan stepped forward and caught Mali as she collapsed, exhausted.

“I’m not scared of you, you idiot,” she said exasperatedly, “I was scared for you.”

Golden light flowing over the teens heralded Cassandra's arrival.

“Where did you come from?” Tyto asked in shock, “aren't you supposed to be at Din right now?”

“The Lady wanted me to check on Mali.”

“...that does nothing to answer my question.”

“Are you alright Little Thief?”

Mali groaned as Megan helped her sit.

 “Not really. Everyone's either scared of me or calling me a devil. What little progress I've made with my parents is gone and…,” Mali trailed off crying.

Megan pulled her girlfriend into a hug, “We’re all scared for you.” She assured softly, “not of you.”

‘It doesn't feel that way,” Mali admitted, “it feels like everyones scared I'm gonna snap.”

Megan hesitated, “We were, but not for the reason you think. We never thought you would hurt us, we were afraid it would hurt you.”

Mali stared, clearly confused, “what?”

“You’re mortal.” Cassandra said quietly. They were afraid your body couldn't take the stress.”

“Oh…”

Screech gently stroked Mali’s tendrils with her own, “You are loved Little Thief. Your loved one's fear is because of that. Not in spite of it.”

Mali leaned into Screech's tendrils.

“Now, tell me who has been calling you a devil so I may show them a true example.”

Mali snorted wetly, “thank you but I don’t…

“The boys who used to follow Johnny Harris around.” Megan said. Mali shot her a betrayed look but Megan met her eyes without remorse, “they have been tormenting you for too long. Its past time for it to be stopped.”

“Don't you think setting Screech on them is a bit much?”

“It worked for Johnny Harris.’ Gywn said as he and Freda came around the corner.

“That's more because he doesn't have time to mess with us anymore,” Megan said smugly.

“That's probably why they started back up,” Mali said quietly, “they blame us for the fact he no longer has time for them.”

Meagan rolled her eyes, “because God forbid he be blamed for his own actions.”

Mali looked over to Freda nervously, ‘I didn't hurt anyone did I?

“Nothing a few minutes in the sun won't set right,” Freda shrugged uncaringly, “and even if you had, everyone saw the boys provoking you. They tried to blame you, but didn't know Reverend William saw the whole thing. He dragged them away to help clean the church orchard till their parents have time to come retrieve them.”

“Do you trust he has the situation in hand?”

Gywn nodded, “Gareth doubtlessly has them regretting looking at Mali, he's a firm believer in using hard work for discipline.”

“Very well. I will allow him the chance to rectify their behavior,” Screech grudgingly allowed with a sigh. The Reverend was a kind and genuine man, always making sure to greet the engines whenever he was near the railway, and had taken her existence in stride in a way even the Uman and Din crews had struggled with. None of that changed the fact he had a spine of steel just as strong as any engine's frames, and was known to have little patience for those who mistreated others.

Freda nodded and turned to Mali, “Now Mali…”

“I know I know,” Mali said, “I shouldn't have lost my temper.”

Freda frowned and walked over, gently taking her hands, “No dear, no one is mad at you for losing your temper. No one worth listening to anyway…but you need help. It's clear none of us understand what you went through…I doubt anyone but Screech or Cassandra do, but they're engines, they think quite differently than we do.”

The engines all nodded in agreement.

Freda continued, “you need someone to help you through this, and none of us have that skill, no matter how deeply we wish we did.”

Mali stared at the ground, “...you want me to see a therapist.”

“Yes,” Freda said softly. “leaving you to work through it alone is not an option, and none of us would have any idea what we're doing.”

Mali considered for a moment, but then her face fell, “I doubt they would even believe me.”

“That I can help with,” Cassandra spoke up, “I know the therapist Stephen saw after his encounter with the beast. They already know enough to believe you.”

“Would they even be willing to come all the way from Sodor?” Mali asked.

“Absolutely, and if for whatever reason they couldn’t, there are others in the know.”

Mali looked down for a long moment, hesitating, “... If they're willing…I’ll try it.”

[shion-yu]

Day 11: Medieval Treatment

Rey/Felix drabble for @sicktember Day 11. 538 words, no TW just angst.

“It’s an outdated practice, there’s no evidence it does any more good than harm.”

“And? What evidence do you need to know if something doesn't work soon, he’ll die?”

“Don't say that!”

“You know it’s true! It's just one more thing to try. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work, that's all...”

Clerval listened to Rey’s parents, the king and queen, argue in hushed tones outside the bedroom door. Inside the room, he sat in his chair at Rey’s bedside and wiped dried sweat off the young prince’s pale skin. It had been, what, a month since Rey had returned? The initial burst of joy that Rey’s family had been able to experience knowing Rey was alive, was now long gone. Rey was withering away, blank faced and refusing to eat. Although his wounds were mostly healed, the scars were fresh and would not be disappearing any time soon, if ever.

The idea that Rey was dead had crossed Clerval’s mind nearly daily for the two years Rey was gone. What hadn't occurred to him was that Rey was experiencing a fate worse than death, and it weighed on him heavily that he hadn't been able to do something, anything to rescue the prince. They'd simply had zero leads on where to look at the time, and if anybody knew anything, they had never talked. Clerval disagreed with Rey’s parents' decision not to let the general public know about Rey’s disappearance, but even in rumors it seemed nobody had a clue Rey was gone at all, let alone in danger.

“Rey,” Clerval called quietly. “Rey? You've got to snap out of this, please?” Nothing. He hadn't expected anything, but he always had hope. He placed one hand on Rey’s chest, peering at him worriedly. Surprisingly, Rey opened his eyes.

“Rey,” Clerval said, a rush of relief flooding through him as he saw those blue eyes for the first time in days, no matter how void of light they were. “Can you hear me?” A nod, ever so slight. It was more than Clerval had gotten all week. “I need you to come back to me,” Clerval said, clutching Rey’s hand tightly. “We’re running out of options. I need you to eat.”

The prince’s lips parted ever so slightly as if to say something, then closed. His eyes did, too, and Clerval’s heart dropped. “Rey?” No answer. He sighed, dropping his head in defeat. The bedroom door opened behind him, and Rey’s parents along with a doctor emerged.

“I suggest you step out for this procedure, young man. It may get a bit messy,” the doctor said. Clerval wanted to yell at him to go away, to not touch Rey or hurt him even more than he'd already been hurt. But what choice did he have? If there was even a miniscule chance that this could help, he had to let them do it. He was going to lose Rey at this point anyways, if he hadn't already. He stood and left Rey’s side, standing to wait in the hall. He expected to hear screams of pain, or at least crying. A single whimper as they bled Rey. But Instead, there was nothing at all. Somehow that was worse.

[asstarien]

“ILL.”

 synopsis : chan deals with heavy anxiety and stress, he often has trouble dealing with it effectively.

 warnings : anxiety talk , angsty scenarios , mentions of self harm , allusion to sex , sex as a coping mechanism , men showing emotion … if you hate that? both chan and reader are toxic… [18+]

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“sometimes i feel like im trapped in a black room with no way to escape.”

chan punched at the blacked out walls, screaming into the never ending void of silence for help. for anyone to listen.

“nobody ever comes…im just left screaming until my throat feels like i-it’s bleeding and my…m-my fists are so bloody and raw. the dream drains me and when i finally wake up im screaming in real life too.”

your hands ran up and down his chest, soothing him before you nuzzled your forehead into his cheek. “channie? i’m here baby, im right here. it was just a dream. okay?”

“but it’s never just a dream. it’s always real life. it’s my real life.” his eyes burned with warning of crying. his fingers grabbed his nose, plugging it closed to stop the burn that radiated up his slimmed cheeks.

of course the stupid therapist jotted down everything he said, judging him silently. yet, he kept coming back because you ushered him here. telling him you were seeing a difference in the person he was becoming. Chan tried not to be hurt by this, he really did.

but once his brows scrunched together and his lips formed a heavy frown there was no turning back the argument that followed.

you guys argued for what felt like hours. it only ended because in the midst of the argument he began to put his shoes on, too riled up you didn’t notice or care that he was basically getting dressed to leave. when the door slammed in your face you fell silent, suddenly bursting out into tears as the emotions collapsed at your feet.

turning to face the empty shell of a broken home, you picked up the leftovers for dinner, choking back sobs as you scraped dinner plates out and rinsed them to be washed.

he’d come home sooner or later, he always did.

his friends made it a habit to tell you if was crashing at their places but lately, they’ve stopped filling you in. you were left to wonder and stress until the next day he stumbled in, eyes bloodshot and sleepy.

as he normally did, Chan sauntered in, stone cold emotion clad to his features. it was obvious he had been crying, the stale crusty tears that festered against his pale skin was a huge giveaway. you wanted to act like you didn’t care, that leaving wasn’t a big deal but it was much bigger than you’d ever let on.

once he disappeared behind the wall to the kitchen, you sprinted behind him, taking silent steps to watch like a hawk at his next movements.

“i don’t need a goddamn babysitter,” Chan forced out, voice hoarse and low. he slammed cabinets shut, barely turning to look in your direction, to even acknowledge you were his wife to begin with. “i’m fine.”

“i’m sorry about what i said.” you searched his back, looking for any sign of change. any sign that he might be the old Chan again and spring to hug and kiss you. and when he didn’t, you sighed and carried on. “i will always love you, Chan. every part of you…and i fucking mean that.”

you bit your tongue hard to stop the water works that wanted to spill over onto your cheeks. “but you cannot be mad at me for wanting the old you back. you just can’t. you cannot be mad at me for wanting to get you help that i cannot give you anymore.”

Chan finally did falter, his shoulders drooped and you heard his chest do the little rattle like it did when he cried. his shoulders bounced as he cried, he started crying so hard he had to take hold of the counter top, bending over it. you stepped up behind him wrapping your arms around his midsection tightly, your cheek planted into his back as you both cried.

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TWO MONTHS LATER

“how are things now?”

“a bit better. we’ve moved past a hurdle together i guess, the nightmares don’t wake me up screaming anymore.”

“did you find something healthy to cope with your anxiety?”

“you could say that.” Chan was thrilled with his new outlet. he could burn energy from thinking and make you feel better all in one setting. “but i ruined that i think.”

Chan pulled out of you with a low grunt, kissing just where your shoulder and neck met before he laid beside you. unhealthy, he resorted to fucking you and himself senseless to forget about the void that just couldn’t be filled inside.

at first, you didn’t complain since this was the most sex you’ve had with him in the 4 years you’ve been married to him.

he’d find you at your job, fuck you into oblivion in the nearest bathroom before leaving like nothing happened. then it was date nights, music release nights, and every other night or day he felt the need to release his demons.

you felt almost bad when he called you and you didn’t answer. completely fucked out from the previous nights to even bother throwing on a skimpy skirt for him to ruin. he absolutely demolished the call button, furious with you not picking up. it made him angry that you were ignoring him. on that last call he left a nasty voicemail that you sat in disbelief listening to, over and over again until tears welled in your eyes.

when he came home that night you tossed a bag of toiletries at him, “since i’m such an easy fucking lay, go find someone else who will let you fuck them. you fucking bastard.”

of course with his athletic abilities he caught it with ease, shaking his head at you. “you are an easy fuck. glad i got my use out of you before you became fucking crazy.”

“i’m the crazy one but you see a shrink. get the fuck out, Christopher.” your palm shoved him right out the door he came through, slamming it hard in his face before turning and locking it. you knew he didn’t have his keys so you left him there, hanging and shouting incoherent curses at you.

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A WEEK LATER

“yes? mrs. bahng, we have Christopher here in the hospital. he hurt himself pretty badly and he needs to be driven home. we had to stitch him up.” it was a friendly man that woke you up from your slumber, he introduced himself as Doctor. Kim. he even stayed on the phone with you, describing your husband’s injuries.

when you burst through the door of the emergency room, throwing yourself at the desk, chanting Christopher’s full government like a mantra until they gave you a room.

“Chris? Chris?!” pushing past the nurse on-call, you fell into the chair beside his bed, examining him throughly before you threw your arms around him, sobbing uncontrollably.

“i—im okay, y/n. im okay.” you couldn’t even look him in his bloodshot, teary eyes. your palms smoothed up his cheeks, cupping them as you planted hot kisses all over his face. you pecked his lips over and over until he was crying again, begging you for forgiveness.

the nurse on standby watched awkwardly before leaving the room to attend to another patient.

“what did you do baby? what did you do?” you held his arm up, examining the large bandage that wrapped around his wrist. your eyebrows scrunched in painful disbelief at the thought of him hurting himself, but it wasn’t something he was opposed to.

Chan needed to get rid of the feelings, all the emotions that clogged his brain and made him feel inhuman.

“i did something stupid. but i want to be here y/n, i want to be with you.”

there you went cupping his face again, kissing his tear covered face before guiding his head into your chest where you coddled him like a child.

“i want you here, Channie. I want to be with you forever.”

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FOUR WEEKS LATER

“welcome to our session Mrs. Bahng. i’m glad you decided to come in today. i’ve heard some good things about you.” Dr. Lee shook your hand and welcomed you to sit, you gracefully took the chair next to your husband who was smiling brightly at your decision to show up.

you decided it was best you also seen a therapist to better understand what Chan was going through. to offer him healthy ways to cope and understand better what was happening to him.

during the entire process you listened deeply to your husband speak, tell you things you had no idea was happening to him. he told you stories of growing up that traumatized him and stories of you both meeting that truly changed the trajectory of his life.

grabbing his hand you intertwined his fingers with your own, bringing his hand up to your mouth to kiss his skin gently.

“i love you, through thick and thin. i will always be here, no more running. either of us. got it?”

“i got it, Mrs. Bahng. until death do us part.”