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reidslovely · 1 year ago

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When My Time Comes

Content Warnings: Graphic depictions of:gun violence, murder, blood, throwing up, and panic attacks. Suicidal ideation, and a few swear words. Reader goes by the name 'Angel' throughout the story. Slightly supernatural/horror I'm not sure how to take it. Very different than anything I've written before please just hang in there lol. It's also unedited because I wrote it in a one day and wanted to get it out as fast as possible before the inspiration left me.

Pairing: Mob!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader/OC

Word Count: 5k

Genre: Angst with happy ending

I told y'all Mob!Peter was making a comeback..this is his rebirth. Thanks to Hozier's Work Song.

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There’s an uncomfortable frigid feeling in the room. It’s like that moment when giving a class presentation and everyone is looking dead at the person. Waiting for them to drop because they can tell the speaker doesn’t want to be here, and that they’re waiting for the worst to happen and the other shoe to drop.

“Angel-”

Felicia’s voice carried throughout the room. The legs she stood on grew wobbly, her vision narrowing. A mix of bitter bile and anger grew in her throat as she shot the platinum haired girl a heated look.

“Don’t call me that. Don’t call me-” She shouted, pointing an accusing finger at her. “This is your fault!”

It wasn’t. But it was easier to blame her, the person delivering the blow than it is to blame others.

Harry’s hands grabbed the distraught girl from under her armpits, to keep her from falling and approaching Felicia any closer than she already was. Harry tucked her into his arm, hand flattening out against her back, trying to soothe the heart he knew was breaking. The smell of the iron on his shirt flooded her nostrils, and only provoked more tears. She fought against Harry, who only held tighter.

“I wanna see him. Let me see him. I-”

“Angel, that’s not a good i-”

“Let her, Harry. Let her.” Felicia’s words were soft yet firm. Her lip was tucked in between her teeth as she wiped at her face. Harry looked between the two women, and at Miles who was standing in front of the door. He was fighting his own losing battle, and denying her would put him in his own grave. Once he released the girl, she ran as fast as she could and wobbled up the stairs to the bedroom all the way at the end of the hall. Vision so blurry from anxiety, and tears that she couldn’t even make out May, who'd just left the room shutting the door behind her.

“Angel, you can’t go in there. You shouldn’t. Pete, he wouldn’t want you to see him like this. Just stay out here for a li-”

Usually she’d respect May’s wishes, and listen to her wise words. Angel knew deep in her heart of hearts that she was right. That this was an event that would stick with her for life and couldn’t be treated so loosely. But, her husband, Peter, was sitting on the other side of that door and you needed to see him.

Pushing May aside, nothing, absolutely nothing, could prepare her for what laid on the other side of that door.

“Pete.” Her words faltered seeing his entire torso bandaged, a deep red of blood already seeping through the clean white color of the bandages. Angel carried herself as far as she could before dropping to her knees, crawling across the floor to the bed.

“A..Angel.”

Peter’s eyes wouldn’t open, but his voice was somewhat there. Tired and strained, her hands grasped his, as she bowed her head against the memory foam of the death bed. He wasn’t dead. Not yet.

“Shhh, I’m right here.” There was a sense of dread crawling into the bed with him. It’s the same bed they’d shared for years, but it’s different now as he lays dying. Out of pure reflex her hand reaches out, resting on his torso. He’s too weak to even flinch, her hand soaking with his blood. They’d been trying for hours to stop the damage the attack did to his insides.

“It happened all too fast and there were..too many. His body isn’t healing as fast as it usually does.” Felicia’s explanation came back to her. So much for being superhuman. Angel’s head pressed against his temple, as tears trickled down her cheeks hitting his bare collarbone.

“Oh Angel..” Peter whispered, pressing his head back against hers. “Don’t cry over me.”

She shook her head. “‘M not crying Pete, cause you’ll be fine. May gave you more of your blood, and your body is gonna speed up its process. And..and you’re gonna be okay.”

“I’m dying, Angel.”

‘Shut up.”

“No listen okay.” He used what strength he had to open his eyes, looking at her through half lidded eyes. “I am going to die. I know it and you..”

He coughed, blood splattering out of his mouth. “You kn-kno-know it.” She wiped the blood off his mouth letting tears fall.

“I love you…so much. You have been..the best part of my life.” She opened her mouth to respond. He closed his eyes again. Bringing his hand to hold her side close to him. “Just..just lay here with me okay?”

His chest rattled with a shaky breath, she hiccuped choking on her sobs. Laying her head against his cold one. She'd always pictured dying in this bed with him. But she thought she’d be older, thought she’d at least have had some kids- some grandkids. Thought it would be both of them on a quiet, average night. One where she’d go to sleep and just never wake up.

Never did she think Peter would be lying here dying at only 31 one years old. Angel knew what Peter did for work was dangerous, deadly even. It killed her father, it killed his uncle. Both knew these actions had consequences. Yet, Peter wasn’t human like everyone else. He had altered DNA from being studied as a kid, from being bit by a spider at seventeen that gave him powers that he used to climb his way up the ladder of organized crime. Yet, those same powers and abilities were what had him lying here fighting to keep going.

“Peter..” She whispered against his cold skin. “Peter.” Nothing. She put her hand over his heart and felt nothing. No warmth, no movement, nothing. Her hands shook, looking around in panic for anything..anyone.

“Peter!”

The yell was louder this time. One that burns the lungs. She shakes him, and shakes him trying to get him back. Starting to attempt her own CPR screaming for him to come back, to not leave like this. Being so engrossed with her own grief and anger, she doesn't even process everyone rushing in. Harry and Felicia pull her off of him kicking and screaming, as May calmly pulls the sheet over his head, before kissing his forehead.

Angel hated her. She raised him and she’s not even fighting for his life right now.

Not her, not Harry, not Felicia. None of them.

“He’s gone.” Harry spoke sitting on the floor with her, holding her as she screamed through the sobs. His legs pinned hers down rocking up back and forth. The smell of the iron from the blood on Harry’s shirt and her body wafted through her nostrils. Between the smell of her dead husband's blood and the pure panic seeping through the body she couldn’t hold back any longer. Angel’s body hunched forward on reflex as vomit spewed out of her mouth and onto Harry and the floor.

The blonde man didn’t even flinch, rubbing her back as you slumped forward and cried. A part of her laid dead on that bed with her husband's cold body.

The days lingered, in a still limbo. None of it felt in order. Felicia fed her some cocktails of sedatives, to keep her sane as they both helped May plan the funeral. “He didn’t want a shiva.” Angel spoke from the couch, biting down around the cuticle of her nail.

“I know we aren’t giving him one, just a wake and funeral and a remembrance party.” Felicia spoke, her hand reaching out to hold the woman's leg. Her free hand pulled her fingers out of her mouth.

“A fucking party?” She spat. “Is that what his death means to you? Some fucking excuse to get shit faced, so you can live with yourself for walking him into that fucking warehouse.”

Felicia bit down on her cheek, and took a deep breath. She could almost feel Peter’s hand on her shoulder and his stern yet soft demand for an apology to Felicia.

“I’m sorry. I should-”

“It's fine.” Felicia says, pulling the widow into a hug, letting her head rest on her shoulder. Angel thanked Felicia for her patience, because at this point she had none left. May’s shaky hand covered her own mouth holding back a sob, Angel pulling her into the hug, the three of them taking a moment to cry.

Harry and Miles had dealt with the dirty part. Harry had come home with a bag of medical supplies the night Peter died. He and May injected him with more of his blood that Harry had altered at Oscorp, both hoping for some last resort. Angel sat on the chair in the corner watching them. She had volunteered to wash and dress him before the coroner took him away. The man, Mr. Weekes had dealt in Peter’s dealing before, and he was listed specifically as who Peter wanted to treat him post mortem.

“Your death wishes list in your will is super morbid.”

She spoke in a low monotone voice, washing the blood off his arms. It was weird to see him like this: cold and still. Not bantering back and forth with her. “I appreciate it though, I just wish you’d told me about all this sooner. You’re demanding even in death.”

She washed his face next, and stitched up some of the wounds on his chest before dressing him in some of his more comfortable casual clothes.

“If only you’d tell me what suit you wanted to be fucking burried in. Planned everything else out..”

Shuffling through his suits, she started fighting back the tears as she came across his wedding suit. Again, feeling his hand on her back, trying to talk her through it. He always knew this was happening before she did. Angel pressed the palm of her hands into her eyes as she started to cry. Heartbeat racing, it felt like it was crawling up her throat and getting stuck. It felt like choking on nothing, causing her to gasp for breath. She dropped herself down into the soft green chair in the back of the closet, crying and gasping for air as she progressed. She started walking herself through it the best one could. Putting a hand on her chest following the breathing techniques, she tried to alter her breathing as much as she could. Once she started coming down, her vision settled back into normal. She looked up at the racks of clothing and let out a shaky, yet normally paced breath. She had settled on the grayish green suit he’d worn only a couple days before. Slamming the closet door to the closet behind her, she shoved the suit into the bag wanting to be done with it all.

“I shouldn’t hate you..” She started, sitting on the bed with him. Putting his watch on him and staring at him. “And I don’t..I don’t think I do. I’m just so..fucking angry. At everyone, at myself, at you. I shouldn’t have let you go, I should have gone with you.”

Angel laid next to him, his body cold and their sheets still slightly stained in blood. Maybe it was gross and fucked up. However, next to him, was the only place she felt peace. There was a brief staring contest with the syringe filled with some liquid that laid on a night stand. One stab to the heart would make everything go away, she could be with him again. Maybe the cocktail of sedatives everyone kept feeding her would do it for her at some point.

“Mrs. Parker.” Mr. Weekes says walking in, rolling the gurney in with him. Harry and Miles in tow behind him. “I have to take him now. Is that okay?”

“Angel..” Harry’s voice sounded pitiful, she felt her heart squeeze as she sat up.

“Yeah, yeah.” She sighed, scurrying out of the bed. Flattening out her clothes, watching Harry help Mr. Weekes transfer Peter to the gurney. Miles comforted her, his arms wrapping around her rubbing her back. Harry nodded his head towards the door, telling him to walk Angel out of the room. He followed directions sitting her in Peter’s office downstairs, both sat in their grief.

“Why does everyone call you Angel?” Miles asks, wanting to take her mind off Peter. Funny enough, Peter was the reason why she even had the nickname.

“When Peter and I started dating he brought me home and everyone was there with him at the time. They were ready to meet me if they didn’t know me already. Him, May, Gwen, Felicia, pretty much all of us…he walks me in and he goes "everyone this is Angel, Angel this is everyone.”

Shr laughs, and Miles smiles. “Everyone just kept calling me Angel till he realized about 30 minutes later that he’s called me Angel instead of my real name. So it was just a pet name that became a nickname. So everyone, including my own mother, calls me it now.” She watched Miles walk around Peter’s office taking in every piece of him.

“I’m really gonna miss him. He taught me so much, he helped me and my mom. I just..he was like a brother to me.”

“He thought a lot of you too. He cried on your 21st birthday, talking about how much you grew up and how proud he was of you.” She looked at Peter’s will open on the table, her and Harry had gone over it earlier. “You should head home Miles.”

“Are you gonna be okay? I can stay here.”

“Yeah, I have Felicia and May..and Harry.”

Miles nods, engulfing her in a hug. Angel smiled sadly, hugging him back, sliding an envelope from Peter’s desk into his pocket. “No questions. It’s what Pete wanted you to have. There's a note in there you should read it.”

Miles nodded and patted his pocket, taking the keys off the desk and headed out the office doors.

Grief was a funny thing, it’s a terrible gutting feeling one minute that had her laying in the bloodied bedsheets with your dead husband one minute, and sitting in the bathroom with her high school best friend laughing at memories another. Gwen had flown in from London the moment she heard, she helped get Angel out of bed and bathe her for Peter’s funeral seeing as she could barely bring herself out of the guest room.

“He really loved you.” Angel whispered, her head resting on her knees as Gwen sat by the tub with her. Gwen tilted her head to the side laughing, her blonde hair falling over her shoulder.

“He loved you more.” Gwen says. “I remember when we broke up and I told him if he didn’t ask you out I was going to do it for him. And I think that terrified him more.” They both laughed. “I knew he was going to marry you before he knew, before you knew even”

“Yeah?” Angel asked, smiling at her, tears rolling from her eyes.

“You two were made for each other. And I was lucky enough to love both of you.” Gwen whispered, taking her hand. “Let’s wash your hair, yeah?”

“Okay.” Angel nodded leaning back in the tub.

Standing by his coffin was awkward; she felt like a little girl at her daddy’s funeral again. Not knowing how to stand next to the body, not liking the way the pity filled stares felt, so she focused on his body. There was a rosy tint to Pete’s cheeks, and he almost looked alive. She rubbed his cheek looking at the gifts lining his coffin, stuff people wanted to lay to rest with him. “It’s only been five days, and I’m losing my mind.” Her voice whispered to him, her hand holding his.

“I don't know if I can do this without you.” She flattened out the white shirt under his tux and took a deep breath.

“Let's sit dear.”

May sniffles, holding her side reassuringly. Angel nodded, wrapping an arm around May, rubbing her shoulder. No one knew her pain like May Parker. She’d become her rock in the haze of grief. She had lost her husband and her nephew who was more her son than anything. She’d been staying at the house with Angel and everyone, she’d even climbed into bed with her most nights like a child seeking comfort from her mother. She was thankful for her and thankful Peter had brought May to her. They were the two most important women in his life and bonded like no other.

“Peter Benjamin Parker was the love of my life, and he was an amazing man.” Angel spoke into the mic standing before friends, family, and acquaintances. She looked down at him in the coffin, and smiled at him, already wiping away tears.

“I know to many of you he was frightening, and strong. He seemed unforgiving, cold, and inhumane on occasion but he was my best friend, and my soulmate. He was a complex human and that…is what brought his life to such a short stop. I’m no good at public speaking. I'm sorry, this was always his thing. He was so charming and knew how to talk to you all, and I stood behind him every step of the way. But in the last few days, I discovered he was actually the one standing behind me every step we took together, and he also stood behind many of you and helped you all in numerous ways. I think he left a part of him in all of us, and I hope we can all be half the person he was one day..I- I’m sorry. Harry..Har-.”

“I got you go, go.” Harry ushered Angel off the podium covering her crying frame from onlookers. She sniffled, wiping her eyes stepping off the podium into Gwen’s arms sitting back down between her and May. May kissed her head, assuring that it was all going to be okay. Her hands comforting and cradling her face as Angel tried to quietly bawl her eyes out. She stared at the casket in front of her during Harry’s speech, slowly turning everything around her out.

“Angel.” Eddie Brock smiled as she stood outside watching Peter be lowered into the ground. She smiled at him in return, letting him engulf her in a hug.

“Oh I’m so sorry, Peter was such a good guy. Kind of scary..but..good.”

Angel laughed sadly, squeezing his shoulders. “I know he meant a lot to you Ed.”

“He did, he really saved my ass more than once. I don’t know what I’ll do without him.”

She tilted her head, and tried her best to smile at him. “Hopefully stay out of trouble.”

Eddie shook his head back and forth, giving a smirk that said ‘We’ll see.’

They exchanged sad goodbyes and she watched him leave heading towards his car. She was thankful that Peter’s death was kept out of the headlines, it took some begging and bribing Betty Brant but it was worth it for such an intimate and private time.

She watched the grave diggers starting to fill in the dirt, and she contemplated staying the night on the bench. But May came, wrapping her arms around Angel, a jacket you immediately identified as Peter’s from smell alone.

“Why don’t you come home with me tonight?” May offered, pushing hair from the girls face.

“That’d be nice, yeah.” Angel whispered. “How have you not lost it yet? All I want to do is crawl in that hole with him.”

“I know you do. I was there once, it’s a terribly awful feeling Angel, I know.” May frowned, holding her arm with hers as they walked together to the car. “Peter, bless him. I love him, he was my son no matter what anyone said he was my boy. But because of that I saw every side of him and Peter had been ready to go since Ben died. And I find peace in thinking that they are together again, and that he is safe and protected..and- I’m sorry” May’s voice broke and she fanned her face. “And they are here in any way we want them to be.”

There was quiet for a moment before Angel let out a soft, yet grief riddled laugh.

“I need what you have.” You laughed sadly, both of you crying now.

May let a teary laugh burst from her chest. “We’ll go make some tea and talk about it.”

That's what they did. The two had a girls night with Gwen and spent it remembering Peter in their own way. About twenty minutes in She had wandered off into Peter’s old bedroom. Smiling as she stood in the doorway, and she knew grief was a funny thing because she could see the two of them about fifteen years younger dancing in his bedroom practicing for prom.

“Ouch that was my foot!” She yelled out. Peter dropped to his knees dramatically, grabbing her leg inspecting her foot playfully.

“Not broken.” He placed a kiss on the top of her foot before jumping to his feet. Watching her smile and scrunch her nose.

“I didn’t say it was.”

‘Well I had to make sure I didn’t hurt my girl.”

She shook her head in response, rolling her eyes. Hands rubbing his shoulders, placing his glasses on the top of his head. “Are you gonna do that at our wedding too?” She teased.

Peter pulled a face laughing, racking his head back and forth thinking. “Maybe! But since when are we getting married? What have you and Gwendy been planning, mhm?”

Angel looked over at his desk where she’d found her engagement ring tucked away only a couple years later.

“I couldn’t find the blue quilt but I found the gray one and everything is set up and ready when..”

They both froze looking at the green velvet box in her, now shaky, hand.

��Shit I knew I should’ve put it in the safe. My girlfriend is so nosey.” He laughed it off taking the green box from her hand. “You just couldn’t wait a couple weeks till your birthday mhm?” He laughs, kissing on her face. Angel could feel warmth wash over her face and body, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“I was just looking for those pictures from our trip upstate you had processed.”

Peter smiled tugging up his gray sweatpants, dropping onto one knee.

“Angel, my sweet girl. I have loved you for years, for far longer than I remember. Ever since we were in middle school, and I got lucky enough several years ago to have you want me. Maybe we are a little young to get engaged, but I know I want to be with you forever. I’m not asking for a wedding anytime soon, I just want to know that eventually in-”

“Yes.” You cut him off excitedly, hands cupping over your mouth. “Sorry, sorry.”

Peter scrunched his nose, standing up as he slid the ring on your finger twirling you around.

“She said yes!” Peter yells throughout the house, the announcement bouncing off the walls and making a home in its fixtures.

May’s excited cheer could be heard all the way up the steps. You laughed, wrapping your arms around him as he spun you.

Walking towards the perfectly made bed, she mentally thanked May for never changing it. For keeping it the same all these years later. She took her shoes off, crawling into the bed closing her eyes waiting for sleep to wash over like a wave. For just a second she swore the other side of the bed dipped down, and in instinct made room for his tired frame to crash beside her.

“A distraught man was seen walking up around the streets of Harlem this morning, the man was described as looking dirty. Wearing a green suit, and was seemingly distraught and confused, mumbling to himself.” The anchorwoman spoke, reading off her cue cards shocked by the news herself. Angel scrolled on her phone wrapped in one of May’s quilts as she made breakfast.

“Witnesses say the man seemed distraught, and in a rush. Looking like he had climbed out of a hole, his suit askew and ran past anyone who offered help. Seemingly not wanting to be seen.”

She switched the channel before she cared to hear the other stories, not thinking she could handle the grief of another depressing story right now. Angel wrapped the blanket around herself, walking to the kitchen to talk to May. Her phone pinging, the front camera at the house notifying her that motion had been detected.

“I’ve gotta get to the hospital after I eat, are you gonna be okay getting home? I know it’s not that far of a wal- everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I actually should get a cap and head that way. I just got a weird notification I need to check out.”

“Okay yeah. Do you need me to go with you?” May asked.

“No, no. I, I don’t know what it is. Could be nothing or an error on my end.” Angel says, pulling herself out of the chair rushing towards the door. Quickly calling a cab she climbed into the back refreshing the ring app trying to get it to load. The dark screen freaking her out. She had called Harry, bouncing her leg in the back of the cab watching the houses fly by.

“I was just about to call you.” Harry’s panic was evident from his voice. “Someone dug up Peter’s grave. Kicked the headstone over and everything.”

“You don’t think it was Fisk’s guys do you?”

“Could be..could be anybody. I love Pete but he had a lot of enemies.”

“I got a notification that there's motion at the front door, but it’s not loading now. It's a network error.” She spoke as the cab pulled into the neighborhood, already unbuckling her seatbelt waiting for the sudden stop.

“Okay listen to me.” Harry says starting the car. “I’m thirty minutes away, there’s a gun hidden in a fake drawer in the table by your door. It’s loaded, and I know you know how to use it. Let’s just be prepared for the worst.”

“Yeah..” Angel nodded, rubbing her forehead wishing Peter was there to talk her through this. “Okay I’m heading in. I’ll let you know.”

Angel handed the driver a hundred that she had on her and hung up the phone, tucking it into the pocket of the pajama pants she’d been wearing at May’s. The front door was left ajar and slightly off its hinges. She looked down seeing a track of dirt leading from the front walk away all the way into the house.

Quietly she found the gun Harry was talking about, leaving the safety on till otherwise needed and slowly following the muddy footprints. The fridge was left ajar, food and drinks sitting on the counter. Whoever broke in was pretty hungry, having pulled out the pastrami and other gatherings for a sandwich. A soda poured into a glass and half gone. She checked Peter’s office, his file cabinets open and a couple files pulled out. As she went to open the files to see who it was research on, she heard the water upstairs turn on. Slowly and as quiet as possible she snuck up the steps, and through her bedroom. Her jewelry box was left open but nothing was taken out, everything in the closet was practically untouched except for a couple of Peter’s items thrown onto the floor. Taking a deep breath she pushed the door to the bathroom open, and nothing could prepare her for what stood on the other side of the door.

“Angel..”

The voice nearly caused her to drop to her knees. She knew grief was a funny thing, because Peter Parker was standing before. Dirty and clearly sore, his voice strained from not using it for a couple days. Her knees fell out from under her, Peter using his reflexes to catch the gun and her all in one go. Smearing mud and blood lightly on her as he caught her. He placed the gun on the counter away from them as he slid down onto the floor with her.

“Shh, shh I know. I know. It’s scary. It’s okay, Angel. Breathe okay. In and out.”

She couldn’t even find her voice to scream, she reached out hitting him trying to get him away from her. A ghost from her nightmare. The harder she hit though, the faster she realized he was real..this was all real.

“You’re dead.”

“I was..technically. Kind of yeah.”

“Not technically, legally.”

Peter laughed shakily holding her, tears starting to pour out of his own eyes. His lips pressed against her forehead letting out a gasp of air.

“Spiders..play dead when they sense danger. Meaning their bodies shut down completely out of their control, as a way to replenish and prepare to attack and prevent further damage.” She watched intently as he explained his mad man ramblings.

“I guess when I got bit that’s something my nervous system developed the ability to do. I read about it all those years ago after I got bit. It just never happened until I took so much damage. So, yes. I was..I did die. However, the amount of my own blood that Harry and May pumped into me. Helped me heal in that shut down state.” Peter laughs hearing himself. He sounded fucking crazy. Angel reached her hand out cradling his face, gasping at his warmth. His heat radiating off his body again. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she lunged forward holding him in a hug sobbing happily.

Harry’s feet pounded against the hardwood floor as he yelled for her.

“Oh fuck.”

“Hey Harry.” Peter laughed awkwardly. “Long story.”

Harry, in shock, stumbled out of the room immediately making phone calls. Letting out a scream of shock and awe.

“Angel..” Peter whispered. “I need to shower okay. You can stay with me though if you want.”

So she did, she washed his hair and body. Rubbing her fingers over the held wounds that once littered his chest now just scars in their place. So much for being superhuman.

“We’re never gonna have a normal life are we?”

Peter shook his head, kissing her head.

“No, no we won’t. But we’ll have each other, and no matter what happens. No grave will hold me down.” He laughs holding them together, making her look up at him. “I’m coming back here, back to you everytime.”

She shook her head holding him close listening to the beat of his heart, finally feeling that piece she lost crawl back home into her chest.

I know that was different...I hope you guys liked it. I really wanted to bring Mob!Peter back but I'm nothing if not dramatic..so :)

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lauriegraham01 · 1 year ago

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haunting

pairings: will graham x reader, gn!reader,

summary: will's been going down a dark path and feels like he's losing everything, from control, his sense of self, to reality. he fears he'll lose you too.

tw: nightmares, blood, mutilation, angst, hurt/comfort

wc: 1,348

a/n: based off a nightmare i had a while back that to this day i still think about all the time because it felt too real. only difference is that will was the victim of violence displayed in dream sequence.

Will was shutting himself out.

It wasn't the first time that he had done this but something about this time around felt different, felt more dangerous.

You had seen the way Jack Crawford had been pushing him, and you were afraid it was only a matter of time before Will reached the point of no return. You carried a bit of guilt with you, since you had been the one to bring Will under Jacks radar. You knew about his gifts, his profound sense of empathy, and you thought by joining Jacks team he could make a real difference. While proven to be true, Jack saw a machine that he could constantly use without ever thinking about the rust that he would cause from exhaustion.

The light in his eyes had been slowly going out and you felt helpless as you felt the man you loved drift away from you. Countless nights you'd reach for him only to be met with cold sheets. Only then you would find him outside shivering, untethered from reality as the horrors from the murders he saw daily plagued his mind. Other nights you'd wake up to his shivers as he jerked from nightmares drenched in sweat.

"Will." Your voice comes out groggy as you turn to face the movement you felt within your shared bed. What you see strikes fear in your heart as you see Will shaking, trembling, drenched in sweat as ragged breaths escaped his lips.

"Will, honey wake up," you say tapping his face gently. When you see no response you begin to lightly shake him by his arm, not wanting him to wake up even more scared.

"Please," you whisper, pleading desperately as you give him a rather harder shake.

When his eyes shoot open, his breathing becomes even more rapid as he's brought back to reality.

"Hey, hey, shhh it's alright," you say softly as you let out an air of relief. Finding the tiniest comfort that he was able to come back.

As you push away the damped locks clinging to his forehead, he seems to relax underneath your touch. Wrapping a hand around your wrist suddenly, you're scared that the touch was unwelcomed, that the act of affection had been too much for him in such a vulnerable state. Yet when he moved his hand to place it on top of yours you knew that the opposite was true, that he found solace in your gentle touch.

"I'm here. I'm right here," you whisper before planting a kiss on his temple. He shuddered at the act as he felt overwhelmed by a sea of emotions. After a couple of minutes minutes his breathing evened out and you manage to coax him to sit upright in the bed.

As he hid his face in his hands trying to fully come back down to earth, you rubbed circles across his back hoping that it would help the process.

"I don't think I can do this much longer." His voice comes out muffled as he still had his face hid.

"Will, honey we don't have to talk about it." You tilt your head sideways at him sympathetically, not wanting to push him further into his pain.

"It was real. It was so real y/n." As he turns his head to meet your gaze you can see the pain hidden behind those eyes that carried so many beasts of burden.

"I can't save you, y/n."

Will extended a hand as he wiped the steam from his shower away from the mirror. He had a difficult time staring back at what was in the mirror. Somehow his reflection felt something so familiar yet so foreign. Familiar in the sense that he recognized these features as his own- his mothers eyes, his father hair, only his curls had now grown longer. Yet foreign in the way that he couldn't connect these features to himself, they didn't match the mental reflection of himself in his mind.

Closing his eyes for a second, he shakes his head as he pushes those thoughts aside, not wanting to spiral down a rabbit hole. Reaching for the towel he used earlier, he wrapped it around himself, tucking it lowly on his hips. As he opened the door and into your shared bedroom he was caught off guard by the darkness that consumed the room. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, scanning the room he saw your figure standing at the foot of the bed with your back facing him.

Calling out your name he reached closer to you, as an eeriness settled within his stomach. Extending a hand out as he reached for you and grabbed your shoulder, the sight he saw as you turned around made his blood run cold and his stomach drop.

"Will," you croaked out. Blood soaked through your clothes as a grappling hook had been pushed through your abdomen, flesh tearing and bone exposed and broken as it had clawed it ways through you.

"I'm sorry," was all that you could choke out as blood began to seep its way through the corners of your mouth.

Will took you into his arms as you both sank to the floor, clinging onto you tightly as he felt the world crumble beneath him.

"No, no, no, no. Y/n, stay with me," he pleaded as he took in the sight of your corrupted body. His mind couldn't even form a thought as he saw the way the hook had mutilated you completely from the inside out, hollowing you from the inside.

"Do you hear me? Y/n? You have to stay with me?"

His immediate thought was to call Jack. As he looked around the room frantically racking his brain as to where he left his cell phone, he freezes when he sees as familiar face lurking in the shadows. A face that's followed him everywhere and is there even when he closes his eyes. Garret Jacob Hobbs stands in the corner, face pale and just as lifeless as the last time Will saw him.

His breath hitches in his throat and he feels the room close in on him as he locks eyes with GJH cold lifeless gaze.

"See?" The ghost smiles sinisterly as he breaks eye contact to look down at his work. At the mutilated and dying corpse of the one thing Will loved most in this world.

"Will," you call out softly, "look at me."

If he heard you, he made no effort to obey you as he continued staring straight ahead.

"Will, please. Come back, look at me love."

Will slowly turned his head until he locked eyes with you and he felt the lump in his throat grow bigger and fear climbed it's way up threatening to suffocate him.

You moved cautiously so as not to spook him, you reached over to take one of his hands that gripped the sheets and placed it flat on your chest.

"Do you feel that?"

Will only looked sadly at your sandwiched hands, not knowing whether to trust what was in front of him.

"Will, i'm here and i'm alive." It was only then that Will could feel the faint beat of your heart beneath his hand. Steady and alive.

"I promise you, he can't hurt me."

When Will met your eyes again, his had glossed over and it was only then that he could finally feel relief. Feel secure in your touch and that you being alive was the truth. He buried his head into your chest as he began to sob, feeling his tears fall on your clothes.

Will was fragile. This you knew. His mind was a maze that even he couldn't fully understand. You'd never know if you would truly understand the terrors Will faced but you knew that you would be there to grant him ease of mind. To bring light to the darkness that is his mind because to Will that's what you were. A lighthouse shinning at sea, guiding him back ashore.

"I'm here Will, i'm always here."

#nbc hannibal #hannibal #will graham x reader #will graham #hugh dancy #madds mikkelsen #angst #hurt/comfort #hurtful #garret jacob hobbs

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deceasedream69 · 1 year ago

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Safe word

Warnings: kinda NSFW, somnophilia, use of the safe word, mentions of anxiety and bondage.

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Training an assassin isn't easy, but training a group of kids to be assassins, to easy for a group of adults, specially considering the strength advantage.

When you got out of duty from being an assassin, ran away obviously, you didn't exactly follow you fellow's, Natasha Romanoff, steps, but rather kept a low profile, yes, using your skills for the sake of the people, bit in a much more secret and anonymous way.

Less secret now that you'll help your boyfriend (or boyfriends?), moon knight.

The sun made your skin look like pure gold, the sheets tangled around your waist and legs, your hair obviously a mess, but to Marc Spector you couldn't look more beautiful than right now.

It was a thing for both of you to wake the other up this way, it was something both of you really enjoyed, specially when it was really out of the blue, not for special occasions or anything like that.

You stirred a little on your sleep. The morning smelt great today for some reason. You slowly opened your eyes and blinked a few times, that's when you felt something off.

You looked up and noticed both of your hands tied right above your head, no one else was there.

You tried putting your fingers between the rope to try to find a weak spot to pull but failed, desperate you tried pulling a few times but nothing happened. That's when your eye caught the sight of something else in the room.

You quickly turned to look at him, your chest rising up and down, not something you were really controlling right now.

- "awwww, look at the poor y/n"

Images of my past coming back, I could feel the sweat running over my whole body.

I pulled the rope one more time, I really didn't want to say it, I didn't want to seem weak, and if this is Marc's kink, why's he doing it without asking me first?!

He got on the bed, crawling on top of me, grabbing my cheeks with one hand and squeezing them.

- "look at the poor y/n, so vulnerable like this"

And the things he was saying, yes, we used to tease each other a lot, but this just felt... Different, specially because it brought me so many bad memories.

Bad memories that were about to drive me crazy.

He got off me and took his shirt off, I just thought about putting my feelings on a side and just go with it, he wasn't going to hurt me anyway.

I tried... I really tried.

He got low and whispered in my ear.

- "shhh, just let yourself go"

I couldn't take it anymore, the flashbacks running through my head, mostly after the cheek squeeze. I just couldn't.

- "Marc..." it came out barely as a whisper, as tears started to scape from my eyes.

He looked at my lips with lust as his name dropped from them.

"Red, red, red" I said tiredly.

Marc's eyes went wide, noticing the tears formed in mine, and his hands ran to untie the ropes.

He was trying to untie the whole thing as fast as he could, and when he did I just felt like a bunch of air filled my lungs again, but that unraveled the knot in my throat.

I just fell into his embrace, crying my eyes out, the whole thing just made me think of so many things I just wanted to forget about entirely.

He stayed quiet, just holding me until I broke the hug, his hand going to my face immediately, making soothing movements.

I leaned into the palm of his hand, looking at him directly into his eyes.

- "I'm sorry", he whispered.

I blinked a few times.

- "no, no, no, princess" - he kissed my hand - "I should've ask before doing something like this"

- "I'm kinda hungry"

He chuckled.

- "do you forgive me?"

- "if you make me breakfast, and promise to ask before doing anything like that, I forgive you"

- "I promise", he planted a kiss on my forehead, then putting them together, we stayed like that for a couple of seconds. I look up at him, and he did the same.

- "right, the breakfast", he said getting up, I laughed and quickly followed him.

The end:)

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literaila · 2 years ago

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cookie dough

summary: is this one about self doubt or about cookie dough? who’s to say?

warnings: fluff, bad jokes (it’s midnight shhh), self-doubt, sweet peter, mean peter, mean reader, cookies, ovens

if an escape is what you're looking for, then peter seems to be the perfect place.

"which one?" he's asking you now. "there's chocolate chip, peanut butter, snickerdoodle, macadamia nut..."

you are definitely not just staring at his lips.

you are completely focused, swear to it.

you look down to the cookie dough he's frowning over. "i kinda just want to eat it."

peter looks up. "you said that you wanted to make cookies."

"i said that i wanted cookies. you said that you weren't going to make them alone," you nudge him with your shoulder. your lip twitches at the dubious look on his face.

"now you're saying that you just want to eat the cookie dough?" he raises a brow.

"look at how good it looks..."

peter blinks. "you can't even see it," he says. "it's just the pillsbury dough boy."

"i always did have a bit of a crush on him," you grin, taking the package from his hand.

"i'm going to pretend that you didn't say that," besides you, peter cradles a hand to his chest, mock offended.

he was already up when you called.

peter was already waiting for you to interrupt his middle-of-the-night activities and drag him along on some endeavor to keep yourself entertained.

you are lucky, you know. lucky that he was there when you needed him.

not that you admit to needing him, of course. this is a mere coincidence.

though, your jaw has gotten a bit sore from laughing.

"this one says 'eat or bake,'" peter says. "we can get two. i'll make the cookies, and you can eat the dough."

you frown at him, pushing away the 'safe to eat' dough. "that just ruins the fun."

"the fun being salmonella?"

"breaking the rules, peter," you frown at him, high and mighty with your cookie dough in your hands. by the time you get to eat it, it will be mush. "acting like a kid again and stealing a spoonful of dough from the bowl even though mom said not to--"

"it's cookie dough."

"i'll take five, please."

peter laughs. "you can't afford five of these."

"i can if i have the help of a very generous boyfriend."

peter nods. he grabs a package--probably a terrible flavor, probably just to irritate you--and starts walking away. "let me know when you find one."

you run along after him, trying to steal a peek at what he picked out. "i hope you know that this earns you no points," you say.

but it does.

peter is here with you, keeping away the loneliness that likes to creep in on nights like this.

days when it gets dark far too soon and every hour feels like five different ones.

days when without him, you think, you might cease to exist.

peter gets points for just being there. for smiling at you like he is now. for kissing the top of your head and wrapping a hand around your waist as the two of you walk towards the checkout.

"this is terrible," you say, taking another swipe of his sugar cookie dough.

because, yes, peter is trying to get on your nerves. it is in no way deserved.

he snorts. "then why are you eating it?" and then, because he's both taller and crueler than you, he moves the baking sheet out of your reach.

"i need to properly judge you," you lean over his shoulder, examining his hands with curious eyes. "i just wanna help."

"you want to steal the rest of the cookie dough."

"why did yours come in circles?" you ask. "that's so much better than squares."

"we'll draft an email while these are baking."

you scowl at his back--glare at him when he looks to you with a cheeky smile--and move to sit on the counter. you still haven't opened your dough yet.

"sugar cookies..." you whisper under your breath.

"anything more than that," peter says, "and you'd get sick."

you throw a dish towel at him. he catches it without a blink of an eye, continuing to place the circular patties of dough on the sheet. "you just picked those out so that i wouldn't eat all of them."

"i'm saving you from crashing off a sugar high. you're welcome."

"thanks, mom."

peter chuckles. he thinks that you can't hear it, but you can.

"when are you going to be done?" you ask. "this is boring."

"maybe if you weren't a thief i would let you help."

"i am your executitive chef. i have to make sure that everything's up to standard."

peter hums. he places the sheet in the oven, stepping back and spinning around.

there are lines under his eyes because it's three in the morning.

but he's smiling at you, and he still hasn't asked you to get out.

it's a good enough sign.

"now i'm done."

"good."

peter's smile widens, he takes a step toward you. "why?" he asks. "got big plans?"

you smile back, leaning into him. "wanna cuddle."

if peter laughs, you can't hear it.

but he is quick to obey your command. he removes any distance between the two of you in an instant, hands wrapping around your back, nose falling into your hair.

you can feel him breathing against you.

every inhale is like a reminder; a sweet little love letter, letting you know that he's all yours.

you breathe with him, swearing that it will get you even closer than you already are.

"good?" peter whispers to you.

he might be smiling. he sounds like he is, but you aren't sure.

you nod against his chest, relaxing into the sound of him swallowing. the careful release of his shoulders, the smooth curve of his neck when you trail a hand up to his hair.

he shivers.

and you breathe in one last time.

"sorry," you whisper against him. you're almost hoping that he can't hear.

but peter doesn't miss much.

"for what?" he asks, head falling so that it's closer to yours. lips right against your cheek.

he kisses the skin of your jaw like it will convince you to tell him all of your secrets.

which, in all honesty, it might.

"just..." you sigh against him, unsure if you're conflicted or if peter's just distracting. "i know you were probably busy."

peter pauses. he moves back, looking you in the eye.

"i mean, i didn't want to interrupt any plans you might've had tonight," you continue. "and i know i'm being more clingy than usual. it's just been a long week and i missed you, and... i don't know. i’m just sorry.”

there is a moment of silence.

a moment when you can hear the buzzing of the oven right next to you, the warmth coming from the floor beneath your feet.

you can feel peter because he's right next to you, and you still feel so far away.

a distance farther than the eye can see.

"baby," peter whispers, hands drawing circles behind your ear.

"yeah?"

you aren't looking at him, just at the floor.

"you didn't interrupt anything. and you aren't being clingy."

you raise a brow. "peter--"

"--and if you are being clingy, then i don't mind. i like hugging you and holding your hand, and almost tripping over your legs when you try to walk as fast as i do--"

"hey," you protest.

peter laughs. "all of it. i love all of it."

he's absolutely sure. he's brushing the self-doubt off of your shoulders and telling you that this shirt, this confidence doesn't fit right.

but you've grown used to swimming in the fabric.

"i just don't want to push myself at you all of the time. we're independent people, we can do independent things."

"you know what i do when you're not here?" peter asks you, mock-serious. he's smiling because he's an idiot and because you are. but he's still three inches away from you. breath on the skin of your forehead.

"homework?"

peter looks up, thinking about it. "okay, yes. sometimes. but mostly i just sit around, trying to come up with excuses to call you."

you frown. "you don't need an excuse to call me," you tell him.

"neither do you," peter reiterates. "i don't think that spending time with you is an interruption," he laughs a little bit. "actually, if you wanted to interrupt me more when i'm doing homework..."

you breathe again, trying to stifle the doubt.

"you don't have to apologize just because you asked me if i wanted to go to the store with you."

you nod against him, because, sure, you agree.

but you won't meet his eyes. but peter could be lying, and he could be secretly annoyed with you right now.

and there are cookies in the oven that are going to burn and you aren't sure if peter set a timer or not.

"hey," he interrupts, making you look at him with a gentle push of your chin. "i'm not lying."

you scowl.

he laughs. "i can read your mind, you know."

"no, you can't."

"then how do i know that you're thinking about how much you want me to kiss you?" peter leans down, his breath a gentle lurking. like a pitter-patter of your heart.

you smile almost against him.

and then you close the distance, molding yourself to him in an instant.

and he clarifies a million things. he tells you over and over again that you are worthy of something, if only him. he rewrites sonnets on your skin, leaving behind marks that won’t fade with time.

peter bruises your lips and swears that it’s all out of love. he’s gentle as he ruins your skin, soft and teasing as he dents the once soft curve of your neck.

he whispers words into your mouth and they echo back. he tells you that you won’t be able to escape that easily.

then he pulls back, smiling.

"was i right?"

you hum. "not sure. you might wanna try again."

peter almost gets a laugh out before the oven beeps and interrupts both of you.

you groan.

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slvt4tom · 7 months ago

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Tom x f! Reader

Okay so I was listening to music and thought abt what to write since I haven't wrote something like this in FOREVER and I'm sorry but here's this

I'm still working on the other one..

Don't mind the fact it's been like a month or more.. Shhh

Y - you

T - tom

F - friend

E - ex (e/n ex name)

Warnings - a little angst

🎀🎀🎀

It was a very dark and gloomy day today and on top of it all ur boyfriend of 7 years just broke up with u today.. So you were walking around crying ur arms crossed over ur stomach basically bawling ur eyes out, u had accidentally bumped into someone so u look up to say sorry and ur eyes are met with beautiful dark brown ones, ur jaw basically dropped the tears turning into just clear stains on ur face and pretty quickly due to the wind tom had noticed but didnt say anything because he didnt know you (yet)

Y - ".. S.. Sorry"

? - "it's okay beautiful"

Your face was such a bright red it wasn't even funny maybe it was love at first sight? You hadn't realized who it was at first but then you took a few steps back and saw it was...

Y - "AREU TOM FREAKING KAUL-"

u get cut off by tom smacking a hand over your mouth making ur eyes go wide and you let out muffled screams but he told you to shh

T - "shh im not gonna hurt u princess, i just need u to quiet down so people dont notice me"

you had quieted down once he started talking and you just nod ur head as he takes his hand off ur mouth he had also asked if you wanted to go home with him, you said yes and he opened up his passenger seat for you to get in next to him. you guys had been talking for a while now outside, in his car on the way home, in his drive way, inside his house.

so i guess thats how you ended up here, cuddling the man of your dreams while watching a movie slowly but surely falling asleep in his soft warm touch, him playing with ur hair pulling u closer and closer by the second not wanting to let go.

the next morning was a whole different story!

u had woke up to the sound of stuff being slammed down, you went to check the time on ur phone and noticed messages spammed all the way down ur phone

"E/N💗 99+ messages"

U heard a big *THUMP* and got out of Tom's bed and went down stairs trying to find ur way to his kitchen once u did u went over to him wrapping ur arms around his shoulders from the top leaning ur head on his back.

Y - "hey are u alright? There's a lot of banging.."

He turned around taking your hands off him putting them at your side and turning back around.

T - "...who is that's guy texting ur phone.."

Y - "huh what are you talking about"

T - "that.. That guy who keeps spamming ur phone.. Are you dating him."

Ur eyes widened and the realization u felt horrible u had totally forgot to change his name in ur contacts after u guys broke up, so you took about an hour or so talking to tom telling him the whole story making sure not to leave out any details even though you guys weren't dating or anything you just wanted to reassure him so nothing got bad before it even started.

After a while of you guys like talking and becoming really good friends he asked u to start dating and obviously u said yes! You guys mad so many great memories over the years and hod so much fun, even when u guys fought you would take a break and then talk it out.

Such a cute healthy relationship!

🎀🎀🎀

Umm okay I got lazy towards the end and it's rushed because I feel I need to get something out so enjoy this pls!

#bill kaulitz #tom kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel #bill kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel x reader

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sweethoneyrose83 · 1 month ago

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Dialogue prompts for Vanny from FNAF

"You can’t hide forever. He’s watching, you know? And I’ll find you… sooner or later."

(Whispering as she stalks through the dark corridors)

"Why fight it? Don’t you want to be part of something bigger? Something… beautiful?"

(Attempting to manipulate the protagonist)

"I’ve been watching you. You’re getting closer, aren’t you? So much closer to becoming one of us."

(In a soft, almost hypnotic tone)

"It’s fun, isn’t it? The chase… the fear. You feel it too, don’t you?"

(Playfully taunting the protagonist)

"He whispers to me… tells me everything I need to know about you. It’s only a matter of time."

(Referring to her connection with Glitchtrap)

"Shhh… don’t scream. It’ll all be over soon, I promise. Just a little… longer."

(Comforting in an eerie, almost childlike voice)

"I wasn’t always like this, you know. But then again… neither were you."

(Hinting at a shared dark past or future)

"The mask makes everything clearer. You’ll see too, once you’ve put it on."

(Trying to convince the protagonist to embrace their dark side)

"There’s nowhere to run, silly. You’re already part of the game. And no one ever really leaves the game."

(Confident and smug, knowing the protagonist's fate is sealed)

"I know it hurts. But pain means you’re alive… for now."

(Her voice is cold yet oddly caring as if enjoying the suffering)

Vanny (softly, but unsettling): "You shouldn’t be here… but since you are, why not play a little game with me?"

Vanny (sing-song tone): "Hide all you want… I always find what I’m looking for."

Vanny (mocking, playful): "Do you really think you can outsmart me? Silly little rabbit, always hopping into danger."

Vanny (whispering eerily): "I can feel your heartbeat… so close now, I can almost taste your fear."

Vanny (ominously): "The others might not see you… but I do. And I never let go."

Vanny (laughing quietly): "He says it's all for a reason, you know? So, don't worry. It's just… your turn."

Vanny (creeping closer, softly): "Oh, you thought this was just a nightmare? Sorry, but it's real… and I'm here to make sure you never wake up."

Vanny (calm, almost comforting): "Shh… It's okay. It will all be over soon. Just give in."

Vanny (teasing): "You’re not afraid of a little bunny, are you? You should be."

Vanny (cold, detached): "Running will only make it worse. Why don’t you save us both some time?"

1. Luring the Player:

"Do you hear them too? They whisper such wonderful things. Come closer, and you’ll understand."

"Don’t be scared… I’m here to make everything better. Just follow my voice."

"Why run? The darkness is so much safer… I can show you."

"I know you’re hiding. But that’s alright… we’ll find you soon enough."

2. Confrontation:

"There’s no place left to go. Why fight it? This is what you were meant for."

"You don’t really think you can escape, do you? Silly little rabbit…"

"I can feel your fear. It’s delicious… let’s savor it together."

"He’s always watching, always waiting. You’ll meet him soon, just like me."

3. Manipulation:

"You’re just like me. We’re not so different… we’re just lost in this game."

"They don’t understand. But I do. Come with me, and you’ll see the truth."

"Why struggle when you can be free? Free from the lies… from the pain…"

"It’s okay to let go. Everything will be over soon, and you’ll be perfect."

4. Teasing/Mocking:

"Aww, did I scare you? Don’t worry… that’s just the beginning!"

"Playing hide-and-seek, are we? You know, I always win."

"Tick tock, tick tock… the clock is ticking, and your time is running out!"

"What’s the matter? Bunny got your tongue?"

5. Cryptic Warning:

"You shouldn’t have come here… this place has a way of swallowing people whole."

"Not everything is what it seems. Sometimes the masks hide the real monsters."

"It’s too late to turn back now… he’s already chosen you."

"You’re in his web now. There’s no escaping… not without a price."

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vqlfstar · 10 months ago

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Hey Kid, I'm Here For You

Tony Stark x gender neutral Avenger!Reader (Platonic)

No use of Y/N. (876 words)

Description- Finding yourself slowly consumed by anxiety and worry as self-doubt creeps in, you find yourself comforted by none other than the man of the hour— Tony Stank.

Content Warnings- Angsty with a semi-hopeful ending; reader has an anxiety attack; age gap between reader and Tony (Tony calls you 'kid')

A/N- anxiety attacks can and probably will look different for most people, and so will the preferred ways of being grounded and/or comforted. The following blurb is entirely based on my own experiences with anxiety attacks and my own projection for how I wish to be comforted when I have them. This isn't meant as a guide :)

Sitting in the dark, on the living room floor of the Avengers tower, overlooking the nighttime New York city in all it's glory should have made you feel good.

Should have made you feel better as you looked at the vibrant scenery, through the one-way window.

But it didn't.

And you found yourself feeling lonelier with each passing minute.

Lonelier than you'd felt in all your years that you had been a part of the team.

There was a time before them— when you went by the world on your own; never stopping long enough to let the loneliness catch up to you.

And then they happened.

Your wonderful family that slowly found your way in your heart.

In all of the movie nights and the sunday dinners and the occasional pillow fights— they showed you unconditional love and support.

So much love, that sometimes it made you feel anxious. Made you wonder if you were really worth all that they had given you. Made you question if they truly meant every kind word they said to you...

You never realized when that occasional doubt had turned into a constant ball of anxiety knotted in your throat.

Didn't understand why— with each passing day— you felt a sense of dread whenever one of them smiled at you.

Maybe it was the fear that one morning one of them would wake up and think you were not good enough for their kindness.

Maybe it was the uneasiness that one day they would realize you were holding back the team.

Maybe it was- "Hey kid, everything okay?"

Snapping you out of your spiraling thoughts, Tony's voice made you look back in surprise.

"Yups! All well!" you replied in a cheery voice, trying to ignore the knots in your throat.

"Want me to switch on the light?" he asked, facing in your direction— most likely looking at you.

"That's alright, Tony. I was just about to leave anyway" you answered, slowly getting up from the cold floor and making your way past the neatly aligned couches.

Your chest feeling a little emptier with each passing step, threatening to let flow all the tears you had been holding in all this time.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

It's okay.

You'll be okay.

You tried to remind yourself to no avail, as your eyesight got blurred away, and you tried to blink away the tears.

"Kid?"

Tony reached out his hand toward you, placing it on your shoulder.

"Hey, look at me," he whispered softly.

'Maybe now he'll know how useless I am,' a voice whispered in the back of your mind.

That was it.

You were no longer able to hold yourself back as your heavy sobs broke through the silence of the tower, and before you could make sense of what was happening, Tony came near you wrapping you in his arms.

"Shhh... I'm here kid. I'm here for you. Please tell me what's wrong."

Tony whispered with a certain anxiousness to his demeanor, rubbing your back.

"Hey... hey, breathe with me," he asserted with an urgency in his tone, feeling his heart break a little as you tightly held on to him.

One hand rubbing your back, and the other slightly caressing your head; whispering at you every now and then, he didn't stop reminding you that he was here for you.

Maybe years passed or maybe just a few moments, but you slowly found it easier to breathe with each passing moment, becoming aware of Tony's grounding presence.

When he knew for certain that you had stopped crying he slowly moved, bringing his hands to wipe away your tears as you avoided looking at him.

Maybe if you weren't feeling so exhausted you would have felt a little embarrassed by the outburst.

But you were tired.

So tired.

And you decided that feeling embarrassed was future you's problem.

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that," you quickly whispered, still avoiding looking at him.

"I just had a long day, I didn't mean to—"

But before you could say anything else, Tony once again wrapped his arms around you.

"It's okay kid. You have nothing to apologize for."

You felt a little grateful to your exhaustion— the only thing preventing you from breaking down into tears once again.

Slowly moving away, placing his hands on your shoulder, he continued, "You don't have to say anything if you don't want to... but I'm here. I am here for you. Whatever it is... if you ever want to talk to me... I'm here."

And you knew he meant it.

Nodding slightly, you looked up at him to find him already looking at you with sincerity, worry etched in his features.

"Yes... I know Tony, thank you..." words barely audible, you gave him a small smile that he returned.

"I'll probably call it a night," you said, stepping away, giving him a quick nod.

Against the silence of the night, your footsteps echoed in the darkness, as you walked towards your room.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt the knots unravel a little bit, making you smile softly.

"It's okay, I'm going to be okay," finding the words a little easier to believe too.

#tony stark #tony stank #tony stark x reader #tony stark x you #the avengers #avenger!reader #reader insert #reader is gender neutral #tony stark is a good bro #I want him to adopt me

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florencemtrash · 10 months ago

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i love love love your work and reading it has gotten me back into my love for acotar (and azriel shhh). im so inspired/tempted to start writing my own fics on here but i have no idea where to start or how to maneuver anything lol .do you have any tips?!

WRITING FANFICTION - my thoughts on how to get started (and others please feel free to chime in in the comments)

AHHHHHHHH YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DO IT!!! I encourage everyone who is interested to write fanfiction, even if you don't want to post things online, because I feel like fanfiction is the perfect avenue to a) have fun and b) practice any and all aspects of writing in a low stress way.

*cracks fingers* get ready for a brief rant about the glories of fanfiction writing

Fanfiction is such a beautiful way to get invested in a story. We already have our own interpretations of how characters look/act/their inner turmoils and struggles that might not get a lot of page time in the canonical works, AND for me personally, I'm always trying to find ways to insert myself into any media I read so fanfiction just feels like a natural extension of that and it honestly has improved my daydreaming skills for better or for worse.

It helps me escape my own thoughts and any troubles I have and I feel like I can grow as a person through the characters I read and write about.

Fanfiction is also great because you can pick and choose what aspects of writing you want to focus on improving. For me personally, I've always had issues with writing dialogue, but if I were to write something from scratch I would have to go through the efforts of creating a whole universe/characters/plot etc. etc so I would always get overwhelmed and just not write at all.

BUT! With fanfiction writing I can just take existing plots/characters etc. etc. and only write the dialogue for a scene I could make up in universe. AND because I'm writing existing characters that I "know", I have a framework for how they speak and can better gauge whether what I am writing sounds natural/realistic. Sometimes if I'm getting stuck on the dialogue I'll just write the lines for each character so I don't lose momentum and then later on I'll go back in and add the setting descriptions, dialogue tags, actions.

More concrete tips/steps you could take

So, I suppose if you're looking for a place to start and have a specific aspect of writing you have trouble with, you could always write short blurbs focusing on that skillset.

If you have issues with dialogue, just write dialogue. No descriptions/scenery. Nothing. If you have issues with describing settings you can always take the dialogue/actions from a scene of a book verbatim and then write around them. OR maybe if you have issues with characterization you could also take a scene from a book and then write from a different character's perspective. I just think it's a neat way to practice and something I've done in the past.

2. Write shameless self inserts. You know yourself better than anyone else and if you're interested in writing fanfiction, you're probably already a chronic daydreamer who's imagining what you would do in a fictional universe. May as well just write it down for the practice.

3. Start with short oneshots - I only started posting online about 7-ish months ago but I've been writing fanfiction since I was in middle school (so about 10 years now) and that's how I got into writing... and also I started out by handwriting the beginnings of trilogies but never getting past page 10 because I realized I was just copying the Hunger Games.

4. Don't be precious with your writing (see #3) and especially in the beginning I think people should prioritize quantity over quality. I think my writing has drastically improved since graduating college because I now consistently have time in the evenings to just write, even if it's "bad" writing. I also have a document titled "Dump it into the fires of Mordor" for my shittiest ideas and bits that I've cut out from other writing projects.

Other Tumblr-specific tidbits

Keep a google sheets to organize fics/taglists. I like to organize this way because unless you have a masterlist (which most people don't in the beginning), tumblr just has everything on one long scroll. So to get around this I have a google sheets where each column is one writing project with one row dedicated to links to the tumblr page, one row to commonly used tags, and the rest of the rows in the column are a list of anyone on my taglist for that project

Include more paragraph cuts than you think you'll need. This is a personal preference of mine, but because I read fanfics on Tumblr predominately on my phone where the width is narrower, extra paragraph cuts a) help me keep track of where I am in the story better and b) look more visually appealing - at least in my opinion

I'm still getting used to Tumblr myself and everyone approaches writing and using the platform differently.

BUT PLEASE DO WRITE IF YOU FEEL INSPIRED TO! Writing and posting fanfiction, and generally getting to interact with people, has been so much fun and I highly encourage anyone and everyone to do it.

Hmmmm, this ended up being a lot longer than I thought it would be. Whoops. Hope it was helpful though!

Love,

Florence B.

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a-simple-imagine · 2 years ago

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Victim Blaming

Synopsis: during a game of bodies bodies bodies, david catches you and emma alone in the dark

Pairing: fem!reader x emma (bodies bodies bodies)

Words: 3.9k+

A/N - I have finally done it. I finished this story. It’s set before the movie but features elements from the movie and all characters remain awful people. please note: i don’t see the reader as a victim, again they’re just as bad

WARNINGS - implied heavy drug and alcohol use, sexual references, cheating and swearing

whenever you invite your friends around, there comes a time late into the evening when you inevitably regret it. you loved the fuckers but when they got a little too drunk and a little too fucked up, they just become more of a burden than a joy. it seemed that time had arrived extra early tonight as you creep through the purposefully dark hallway. bodies. bodies. bodies. a game that brought nothing but tears or stress to all its players. if it wasn't David lying in wait for the perfect opportunity to grace you with a jump scare, it was the impending breakdown from Emma. or even Jordan getting aggressive in her defence when someone accuses her of being the murderer. never had this stupid game ended well and yet, here you were playing this cursed game? there are plenty of less ugly games you could have played, many of which involve more alcohol. a loud creak echoes throughout the night bringing you to an abrupt stop. what was that? with the way, your heart was pounding you'd think an actual murderer was lurking in the dark. when all falls silent, you push on. suddenly, a hand clamps around your wrist, making your stomach drop and heart leap as you're dragged into one of the many rooms in this house.

"What th-" a sweaty palm slaps over your mouth. shhh hissed loudly in your ear. your panic settles as you blink a few times; staring back was none other than Emma wearing a pretty amused smile. slowly, her hand falls. "did you just... murder me?"

a subtle shake of her head. "no." she assures you. "no, I'm not the murder."

curious eyes search for any signs she's lying before simply shrugging and accepting her declaration of innocence. "why did you grab me then? that isn't part of the game."

"well..." delicate hands trickle down the side of your body only to settle on your hips. her eyes remain transfixed on yours as she yanks you closer, pressing her hips into you. "I was hoping to have a little fun," the pungent smell of alcohol mixes with her sugary sweet perfume; you're not sure if you like it. she was a little out of it, just high enough to be careless. you were clearly on a different level. "in the dark." as much as you would like to, it was hardly the best idea right now even under the blanket of darkness. 4 other people were running around the hallways that could appear at any second.

"Emma..." her name drowns in your less than favourable sigh. she looked so soft standing here pleading for attention. you bring a hand up to gently caress her cheek. "you know we can't."

"It's fine, nobody has to know." with how loud she was whispering, the whole house probably already knew. her hands slip around the small of your back; applying a little pressure as she urges you closer. you know you should push her away but you don't want to; you're enjoying being in her embrace even in just the simplest of ways. however, it wasn't fine to be here alone with her like this. it never was no matter how much you try to convince yourself otherwise.

"I don't think your boyfriend would agree, now would he?" you pose it as a question but hardly expect an answer. a small smile settles on your face while a famous pout now adorns hers. she leans into your touch for a moment. "just one kiss then?" muttered into the night as a hand vacates your hip to take your hand; her lips pressed into the palm.

"we're gonna get caught." you insist, removing yourself from her grasp. you were tempting fate and she was sure to be far from kind.

"Please?" her eyes flutter in pair with that pout. emma leans in incredibly close; her hot breath tickles your skin but she never quite lets your lips connect. she was searching for confirmation. allowing you to take the lead but in a way that still left her with all the power of getting exactly what she wanted. "just one." even so, you can't help but smile at her determination for affection. it was just very on-brand for her. your friends would all agree; there were many stories that painted a glorious picture of just how needy drunk Emma could be. with a merely playful roll of your eyes, you ghost her painted lips summoning a flood of light with your sin. it almost blinding as you jump sharply away from Emma. it takes a few seconds to adjust before you notice the lone figure leaning against the doorframe. his hand lingers on the light switch for what you can only assume is dramatic effect. david. your friend. emma's boyfriend.

"what the fuck are you two doing?" his voice is pretty neutral as is his face, so you're unsure of how he's feeling. it was just a kiss. hardly anything to write home about but then again, he had every right to be mad. you liked David. he was a massive dick a lot of the time and he was sometimes a really shitty boyfriend but you have a laugh. he always shared his food with you before the others too which you very much appreciated.

"Nothing," a singular word that falls from two sets of lips. if it wasn't for the panic in your chest you'd almost say it seemed rehearsed.

"we're just talking," Emma is the first to lie and so you don't feel it's your place, to be honest.

"yeah," you nod quickly. "we just- I didn't feel good so she was helping me. coke always fucks me up."

"you have coke?" the question almost seemed random despite you being the one to bring it up. your brow furrows a little as you shake your head

"uh... no, alice has coke though." surely he already knew that. the silence is deafening with the weight of your lies. you're not even convinced he believes them. with how loud Emma was whispering, he could have easily overheard. you're about to continue talking when a particular word repeated three times summons your presence.

bodies. bodies. bodies

you look to Emma and then to David but were yet to make a move. it was like each of you was waiting for someone else to go first. David ends up being the leader here; flipping off the light as he turns into the hallway. "come on, cocksuckers."

you look at Emma again but her expression is hard to make out in the darkness. you struggle to find anything to say to her so instead you just quickly follow after David. "well that feels a little misogynistic." you comment but he just chuckles as Emma brings up the rear.

it's a painfully awkward walk down to join the others with nobody saying anything or even looking at each other. the first thing you spot is Jordan laying face down on the floor, pretending to be dead. a light tap of your foot against her side, she doesn't even move. "now that Jordan is dead does that mean we never have to look at her stupid google calendar ever again?"

"Without me, you'd all be dead in a ditch somewhere," mumbled into the ground. your lips curl into a little smirk. she was probably right. jordan was probably the best person in any kind of emergency and she was also like super organised. very handy but also very annoying.

"oh so that's why we never get to have any fun," you tease. a middle finger pointed in your direction as you step over Jordan's 'dead' body to join Sophie on the couch. alice is sitting on the floor beside your legs. your eyes follow David and his girlfriend take up space on the armchair.

"so any ideas who the murder is?" Sophie asks.

"We can skip this part, I already know who did it." you start, sitting up straighter. "Sophie."

"What makes you think it was me," Sophie grabs you from behind, pulling you back against her. "huh?"

"because it's obvious," you look at her through the corner of your eye, she wears a curious smile.

"explain?"

"yeah explain." alice repeats, pointing her saliva-covered lollipop in your direction.

"the only real possibility here is Sophie... or alice too, I guess." you shrug against her grip. "but at the start of the game, I was with alice doing lines while Jordan went in the complete opposite direction. then I like immediately ran into Emma and spent the rest of the game with her. david came along shortly after and there is no way he was quick enough to kill Jordan and run to me and Emma. that just leaves Sophie." you sit in her embrace, glancing at each of your friends. "Sophie is the murder."

"it's not me." Sophie huffs in your ear.

"Yeah, you are."

"I'm not." her arms unwrap from around you allowing you to lean forward once more.

"We should give you coke all the time," alice comments.

"I'm not the killer though," Sophie continues to argue but she's hardly convincing. you're pretty confident it's her. "what about alice? you said it could be her."

"maybe," you nod a little. "it's not though because it's you."

"why were you with Emma and David anyway?" her tone was sharp; a little too aggressive but maybe that was just the alcohol taking control. "that's not part of the game."

"oooh she's getting defensive," alice teases.

"I was just talking with Emma," you reply. "then David appeared and switched the lights on- I don't know why." your brow furrows a little as all attention falls to David. he's shaking his right leg repeatedly but doesn't say anything.

"what were you talking to Emma about?" Sophie inquires.

"does it matter?"

"kinda," the girl continues. "you were cheating."

"it's not cheating to talk to someone, Sophie."

"why don't we just start again?" Emma suggests in a desperate attempt to ease the tension.

"no." you reply firmly. "it's Sophie."

"you can't hang out with half the players, that goes against the whole point of the game."

"you're just mad because I guessed you were the killer and now you're making up any excuse. just admit I was right- who else thinks it's Sophie?"

"I kinda think it's Sophie now," Alice's hand shoots into the air.

"it's not me for fucks sake."

"let's just start again," Emma repeats.

"we're not starting again," you don't mean to sound so assertive but you can't help it. "I'm right."

"you cheated."

"Jesus fuckin' christ, just start again." David huffs. "it'll give these two a chance to sneak off again."

such a snide little comment, he was clearly upset which meant he definitely saw what was happening. or heard, at least.

"wait- what are you going on about?" a confused tone as Sophie diverts from the original conversation.

"nothing just my girlfriend making out with other people."

"there was no making out." you insist.

"who was making out?" Jordan, who was now sat up on her knees, asks.

"nobody. there was no making out. it was barely a kiss." you exclaim before looking at Jordan. "dead people can't talk, remember?"

"you kissed Emma?" Jordan questions, frowning a little.

"It's not a big deal," you insist, rolling your eyes. "do you know how many times I've had my tongue down Sophie's throat?"

"sophies kinda slutty."

"hey-"

you shrug, glancing back at her. "but like I've also kissed alice a bunch.

"can confirm," it's such an absent-minded response.

"See," you usher desperately to alice. "you just don't understand the complexity of female presenting friendships."

"what the fuck are you talking about?" Jordan calls you out. "we've never kissed."

"ooooh awkward moment to tell you this Jord but I actually don't like you." you're hoping the sarcasm in your voice is clear or this was leading to an even more awkward situation.

"I agree with Emma, we should just forget everything and start over without cheating this time." daggers shot in your direction from Sophie. "no running off to make out with Emma."

"fuck off," you fire back.

"a kiss is nothing," alice pipes up. "better than them fucking."

"alice," you growl.

"What?" David directs the question at his girlfriend who has now got the most innocent, surprised look on her face. you know she's struggling to come up with an answer here. all those acting skills and yet seemingly useless at improv.

"alice is a coked-up liar, don't fucking believe her." you urge quickly.

"nu-uh" she shrugs. "it's like totally fine anyway, not like they're having sex"

"oh my god, alice." it was Emma this time.

"do you... do you fucking talk about us behind my back?"

"no." Emma insists.

"yes." alice adds.

"no- no, I haven't."

"I don't know about Emma gossiping about you two but there was nothing between me and Emma."

alice's head shakes. "you literally text me saying you fucked."

"what the actual fuck?" David scoffs. "fuck this shit," he pushes himself to his feet, turning to Emma. "and fuck you."

emma was quick to her feet, scampering after her boyfriend. a glance in your direction as her name slips from your lips, there's a slight hesitation. like part of her wants to stay with you. find comfort in you. and maybe that's what you want too but it's clear where her priority lies when she continues out the door. an awkward silence quickly blankets the room providing zero warmth from the cold feeling of being left behind. you know your friends are dying to say something; you can feel their eyes peering into you. what were you expected to do here? you could feel a bubbling mess of different emotions deep inside. at the very least there was a tiny sliver of relief in the fact you now had one less secret to keep.

"That was.... real intense." alice mumbles, shoving her lollipop back into her mouth. you grit your teeth, she didn't deserve the anger you felt towards her. she couldn't keep her mouth shut, that was something you already knew. it was your mistake for sharing such a secret with her in the first place. you watch her bring a glass of god only knows what to her lips and take a sip. no attempt to apologise or anything. pushing yourself up off the couch, you head for the nearest exit.

"you good?" Jordan looks up to you as you pass by. you just... couldn't be in here anymore. not with alice. not with any of them.

"I'm fine," you lie quietly. "just need some air."

the chill is brisk when you step out into the night. normally being so messed up would shield you from the elements but alas it wasn't working well enough. you take up space on the edge of the pool, making the necessary accommodations to stick your legs into the water. it's a nice warm feeling. this is why you should never play that stupid game; it's fun when it's everyone else is arguing but less so when you're involved. a heavy sigh you stare into the blue wondering what Emma and David are doing right now. you can already picture the sob show Emma is putting on to win back her boyfriend. the distant sound of footsteps drags a heavy groan from your lips.

"is someone sulking because they've been a bad girl?" teased from above, you know it's Sophie. "do you need to be punished?" glancing upwards, you offer a smile that's quick to fade. "not even a laugh? you must be upset."

"I'm fine," you reply sharply but quietly.

"oooh, touchy," she laughs a little as she sits down beside you. an arm placed around your shoulder, Sophie pulls you into her side. it's fall silent, the distant sound of crickets chirping into the night. you watch Sophie's legs as they move back and forth through the water. "so did you really sleep with Emma?"

you let her question just hang in the air for a moment, unsure if you even want to answer. "...you'd know if you ever responded to my texts."

a huff of a laugh, the girl shoves you slightly. "do you like her?"

"do I like my friend, Emma? obviously."

"you know what I mean," she responds. "what you did was like... really fucking shitty but it's worse if you don't even like her."

"I thought you'd be angrier." you comment; an attempt to change the subject from whatever feelings may lay in your relationship with Emma.

"why?"

you glance at her. sophie wears a gentle smile but looks just a little lost; it's probably the drugs. "David is like your best friend."

"yeah... you're my friend too. a massive dick of a friend like but that's normally David so," she shrugs

Sophie earns herself a little chuckle. she wasn't wrong, David could be a piece of work. you hear footsteps again, Sophie turns to look but you don't bother.

"Are you mad at me?" mumbled quietly into the night. it was alice unsure about her question. "you can't be mad at me, your beautiful, sexy, amazing, best friend."

"fuck off, alice," you mumble. you really can't be bothered to deal with her of all people right now.

"so you are mad at me?" she asks again, taking up space beside you. "if you like really think about it I'm not to blame here."

"how the hell did you decide that?"

"Because I'm on like a shit ton of drugs so anything I do is totally not my fault." was she being serious right now?

"just... go back inside alice." you sigh.

"but-"

"fuck off!" you snap. Sophia's hand comes to rest upon your thigh. maybe she was trying to soothe you.

"It's fine alice, go back inside, we'll join you in a minute, okay?." Sophie says calmly. you kinda wish she'd go too but alas she remains. right next to you.

"Are we gonna stay out here all night?"

"you can leave whenever you want," you shrug.

"don't you want me here?"

"Frankly no."

"and that's exactly why I'm staying right here," she bumps your shoulder with hers. "all night."

you roll your eyes but just leave her be. "was I right?"

"About what?" she wonders.

"the game. you were the murderer, right?" Sophie hesitates just looking straight at you then shrugs. "Sophie."

"fine. maybe you were right but you also cheated so it doesn't really count."

"I knew it."

"yeah yeah," her hand runs up and down your back. "how about we go back inside and get you a drink?"

"how about you leave me the fuck alone."

"not gonna happen," Sophie stands up offering out her hand. "now come on."

you look up at her, willing her to simply walk away but you know her stubborn ass won't leave without you. with a roll of your eyes, you reluctantly take her hand and Sophie helps you to your feet, leading the way inside.

both Jordan and alice turn as you enter. you're walking just a few steps behind Sophie almost using her like a human shield from their judgemental stares. you don't even notice Emma until she's charging in your direction. cheeks bright red and eyes full of tears that haven't quite fallen yet. "why the fuck did you tell alice?" yelled in your face. before you can respond, Sophie steps in front, holding out a hand. why was she suddenly acting like you're some delicate wounded bird who needs protection?

"hey- back off."

you squeeze her hand softly. "it's fine," she looks to you for reassurance before stepping aside. "why wouldn't I tell alice? she's my best friend, I tell her literally everything."

"if you had just kept your mouth shut we wouldn't be in this mess."

"let's calm down, yeah," Jordan intervenes, coming up behind Emma. she was trying to usher her away but Emma just brushed her off.

"no- this is her fault."

"my fault?" your brow furrows in confusion.

"you fucked everything up."

"Emma that's-" Sophie starts but you just laugh and she trails off.

"you can't be serious," you state. this was getting more and more ridiculous. how had she somehow managed to completely absolve herself from the situation? how had everyone suddenly decided that you were the only person in the wrong here? "you were the one all over me upstairs, just zero chill- no wonder David barged in when you were shouting the whole place down," that urge to comfort her was now replaced with harsh anger. you know you're in the wrong here but so was Emma. so was alice. it wasn't just you. they couldn't just put the whole blame on you, it wasn't fair. why wasn't she shouting at alice too? or even taking an ounce of blame. "maybe you should try talking about your issues with your boyfriend instead of telling everyone else," Sophie squeezes your hand. you can't tell if she's telling you to stop or trying to encourage you. "in fact, let's talk about how every time you're sad because David said some dumb, petty shit, you come running to me? or how you can't help but beg for attention from literally anyone all the fucking time? it's like you're fucking incapable of being alone- it's fucking pathetic. it's just... sad" tears spill down her rose-tinted cheeks but that just makes you angrier. you squeeze Sophie's hand; hard as you get closer to Emma. so close she shrinks under your gaze. nobody interrupts or tries to drag you away. it's silent as you rant. "you're just as much to blame here, Emma, if not more and it's insane that you can't see that." you take a deep breath to calm your nerves, you can't stand looking at her anymore. "i need a fucking drink." you push past Emma, dragging Sophie along with you.

"little harsh, don't you think?"

it wasn't harsh enough. you knew a lot about Emma and there were plenty of ways you could have really hurt her. but you didn't want that. you wanted to go back to earlier when the only thing you were worried about was a pretend murderer who was definitely being played by Sophie. some time spent in the kitchen alone with Sophie before you head to bed. your friends left downstairs to their own devices. they're so loud. and alice keeps popping into your room to ask for things. the door opens with a soft click and you can't help but groan. "alice, for the millionth time, you can have whatever you want. I really don't care."

"It's... not alice." almost a chill at the sound of her voice, you sit up in bed and turn to look. rest assured, Emma stands in the doorway. her head hangs low so you assume she's not looking back. "can i... stay with you?"

the absurdity of the request caught you off guard. you're nothing short of a little confused. why would she want that after she blamed you for everything that went wrong tonight? you stare in her direction for a minute, never saying yes but also unable to send her away. it was messed up but you just can't do it. instead, you just roll back over and leave Emma to decide what was right here. a few seconds later, the bed dips beside you as she shuffles into your bed and after a few more moments a hand snakes over your waist. you just let it happen and wonder what David would think until eventually, you drift off to sleep.

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queer-and-nd-coded · 1 year ago

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dream a little dream of me/oh, darling, i dream of you every night - fictober 2023

Day 3 - #10 "It's alright, I'm here now" Good Omens fanfiction - Crowley/Aziraphale + Crowley & Muriel Teen and Up Audiences Mentions of nightmares Read at ao3

Summary: Ever since Aziraphale left, Crowley has nightmares every time he tries to sleep. They only stop when Aziraphale comes back.

It is a clear assumption that sleeping comes with dreaming. Such a fundamental law of nature applied to all beings, even demons such as Crowley. He didn’t know what they served for, though, the damned things. Design of the subconscious mind was not his department at the time, not even close. And trying to figure out their purpose or meaning on his own was much like trying to put together a black and white puzzle. Completely useless. So, in the end, he just gave up and tried to accept that every now and then, he’d dream.

The dreams weren’t the biggest issue, though. Sure, sometimes they got annoying and completely unreal, but that’s just how dreams were, according to conversations he had overheard.

No, the real problem was the nightmares.

As a demon who occasionally went to Hell, Crowley had seen some pretty ugly things. As a demon who had been living on Earth for the last six thousand years, he’d seen worse. Oh, so much worse.

And it didn’t matter how much he tried to repress those memories through drinking, they’d always resurface during his sleep, eventually. But still, it was manageable. Even his worse nightmares would wear off after some time. And, if he stayed awake long enough, he’d barely remember them. Another characteristic of the subconscious mind that he had no participation in, but was grateful for, regardless.

However, that whole situation took a turn when Aziraphale left.

Suddenly, his annoying and mildly disturbing nightmares became unbearable. Putting his head down no longer meant the break from life he used to get, now it only meant more torment and regret. Why it took him so long to figure out his feelings? Would things have ended up differently if he had talked first? Why, after everything Heaven had done, Aziraphale walked back willingly and didn’t even consider running away? Again?

Suddenly, a soft hand on his back pulls him away from his thoughts.

“Shhh,” he hears a soothing voice above him.

“Aziraphale?” he tries, groggy but hopeful.

“Yes, dear, I am here,” he said softly, “You were talking in your sleep again… another nightmare, I suppose?”

Crowley finally opens his eyes. The room is too dark for him to make sense of anything, but he is sure that it’s Aziraphale in bed with him. Aziraphale’s voice, Aziraphale’s smell, and Aziraphale’s hand on his back, rubbing it gently so, in a way only he could do. He also knows that it’s their bed. In their hou- no, cottage. Their cottage somewhere at South Downs. Yes, he knows all this. And knowing all that, he starts calming down. A deep breath leaves his mouth. He’s so in peace that, for a moment, he thinks he could starting crying of relief.

“It’s alright,” Aziraphale says, somehow softer now, “I am here now.”

Crowley smiles, a warmth growing on his chest. Then he opens his mouth to answer, but before he can say anything, a loud noise brings him back to reality.

“Sorry!” he hears someone say.

It’s Muriel, standing at the door, embarrassed that they couldn’t hold it before the wind slammed it shut. They are holding something but that’s the least of Crowley’s worries now.

He looks around, completely disoriented. He’s at the bookshop. Again. Back to where it all went down. Except he’s got no memory of getting there. He looks around, trying to find clues, but any booze that he brought with himself days ago has already been cleaned up by Muriel. They also provided the tartan blanket that kept him warm for the whole time he slept on Aziraphale’s chair.

It’s too much. The chair, the blanket, the books, the busy street outside… it’s all there. Except for Aziraphale, who now only existed in Crowley’s dreams. Either to remind him of everything he’d done wrong or to give him some sort of comfort, that was immediately ripped way the moment he woke up. He wondered if being at the bookshop had anything to do with it, given that every time he had slept at his flat so far, he had nothing but nightmares. To the point that he even gave up on sleeping, of all things.

Oh. That’s right. He was starting to remember it now. When he no longer could sleep, he started drinking again. Bottle after bottle after bottle… he must have let his feet wander and eventually ended up at the bookshop. That made sense.

He was about to ask Muriel if his theory was correct, right when they walked up to him, handing him something.

Coffee, apparently.

“What’s that?” he asked anyway, lamely.

“Oh! Well… Nina from across the street sent it. She said it’s not your… usual but it will be good for you.”

Crowley took it with no further questions, which seemed to please the angel . He notice d that they didn’t have anything for themself. He didn’t dwell on it, though. It wasn’t his job to tempt angels into enjoying human food. Not anymore.

Muriel went to rearrange some books, but before they were out of earshot range, Crowley said something.

“Thanks.”

They turned around to face him. And with all the inflection of a mediocre actor on a play for very young and dumb children, they bowed slightly and said, “ Noo problem!”

Crowley narrowed his eyes and drank from his cup, trying not to find that endearing. Because it wasn’t. It was pathetic. But they’d get the hang of it, eventually.

#hell yeah big ass title #yeah i'm late what about it #i will catch up. believe me.#fictober23 #fictober event #good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #south downs cottage #crowley x aziraphale #aziracrow #my writing #my fanfics #my posts

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thecontumacious · 2 years ago

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Your writing is so good!! (*/ω＼*)

Can you maybe do a luxiem bois with a reader that's getting burnt out from work and the bois trying to help them? (*˙˘˙)♡

"Come, rest with me a while."

a/n: i told you guys i'd go a bit crazy with fics hehe ALSO ANON IM RLY SORRY I'M SO SO LATE IN DELIVERING THIS TO YOU

reminder that all my work and others in the fandom are purely fiction and intended to entertain, not to be projected irl.

quick disclaimer: i based all these burnouts on my own personal experiences as burnouts are different for everyone!

Vox Akuma 👹🌹

man is hands on dropping everything upon noticing the tiniest of signs (´･ᴗ･ ` )

without much being said, vox is obviously no stranger to this and after centuries, he's pretty much already mastered the art of preventing the dreaded burn out

so when he sees you staring head on at your work, your fingers set on the side doing nothing, your gaze just a bit emptier than usual, he knows

"what's wrong, love? exhausted from work?" he coos, wrapping his arms around you from behind. vox immediately feels the strain on your shoulders, further indicating you were definitely close to your limit

if anything you already were

vox is one to just sit down and calm you down with words, coaxing you to take a mental break for yourself

it almost didn't matter if you were hungry or not

he's straight to the kitchen to cook something up for you

it could be a comfort food of yours, something of his or something completely new he's been wanting to try in a while

either way, you're eating all of his delicious foods

"but vox, i already ate though..."

"you don't want this food to go to waste now, do you?"

if you're the type to sit quiet during burnouts and rather not talk about the daunting mental block, vox is absolutely fine with it and would probably just stuff your mouth with his food

oh and his lips ;D

ah yes the sussy jokes and pickup lines

god pls have mercy(″ロ゛)

"my, my, if your lips are going to stay frowning like that, mind if i give it a smile with my own?"

"or would it better if i put them to better use?"

KAJHSJKSHASHSGJH?????

SUSSY SUSSY SUSSY

anyway 💀

if the day had been extremely cruel to you, your work piling over, the expectations ever so towering but your mind at a fucking dead end all until your sanity results to tears

"oh dear, shhh, shhh, sweet thing. come here," vox whispers, sitting next to you and bringing you immediately against his chest. "it's alright to let it out, my dear. cry as much as you want. but i'll stay here with you."

if this were me i'd be crying even harder yall 😭

slight mother instincts kicking in, he'll literally just baby you as you weep away your woes. it won't be super obvious but know that deep down, he cares so much about you

he'll just rock you back and forth wherever you are, stroking your hair gently while whispering things your heart needed right now

"all will pass, love. i promise it'll be alright."

"n-no it won't, vox..."

"really? what makes you think that?"

"j-just everything! look at me, i'm failing everything..."

"i'll be honest with you," he smiles, wiping a fallen tear. "i don't see that happening. to me, all i see is your body asking you to rest. it's telling you to take some time off."

"b-but--"

"trust me, dear," he leans down, bringing you closer against him as he placed a chaste kiss at the top of your head. "i believe you to be strong. but there will be times you need to take a break to make yourself even stronger next time. do you understand?"

once you've settled down, he's stuffing your face with more food (´ ω `♡)

no matter how long you're healing yourself, vox will always be there every step of the way. he's holding your hand, he's hugging you, he's kissing your tears away

and by the time you're back on your feet again, the light in your eyes a bright glow and your fire of passion burning through, vox will just proudly smile as you recount today's achievements

"vox, vox, look! i finally got it done! and the results for that other thing i'm doing came back positive!"

when he promised he will do anything to protect that beautiful smile of yours, he meant it with every fiber of his body.

he laughs, pulling you in to place a kiss on your lips, "well done, sweet thing. i knew you could do it."

other boys utc!

Mysta Rias 🦊🔶

i think it'd take a while for mysta to rly notice what was going on (despite being a detective yes)

initially, he thought you were just in a bad spot today. bad day? bad mood? one of those short term emotional breaks is all

but when he catches sight of you continuing to sigh in front of your work, groaning even more often and the many times your face lost its color from constant hopelessness

yes he notices

but he's actually hesitant to rly take action upon it

mysta is very used to seeing you be so positive and happy about things, telling him about your day, even if it was a terrible one

in short, he was used to seeing you smile

but even as one tiny joke didn't manage to bring that back on your face, mysta was extremely worried

was his joke funny? did it offend you more than it should've healed you?

he was nervous to talk you about it, afraid he'd take the wrong step

sooo i will have to ask you to be one opening up to him. at least tell him what's going on and what's been bother your mind to affect your moods like this(>_<)

mysta will appreciate you so much for doing that and once he understands what it is you're going through exactly, he'll definitely offer you all sorts of help

"burnout huh? they suck a lot," he sighs, taking your hand in his and rubbing your knuckles with his thumb. he smiles, kissing it, "it's okay, babe. that means you just gotta take a break, right?"

"as simple as that sounds, mysta, i don't know if i can right now... work is piling all over me."

"huh, what assholes to be overworking you right?"

you snort a bit, shaking your head.

phase one: get them to smile at least a bit. complete.( ◡‿◡ *)

"okay, okay, listen," mysta scoots closer, squeezing your fingers on the way. "i just saw this new (anime/show) come out and a few episodes have been posted. so many people have been saying it's good. up to binge?"

that is his go to way of cheering you up

mysta will immediately try to make you forget what it is that is troubling you, preferably through some entertainment like games or movies.

if it goes back to bother you again, he's quick to make a joke about it in hopes you won't feel as intimidated by it

oh and he's more than glad to take you to the grocery store to pick up a whole new stash of snacks <3

tbh mysta is a big snackie so it's also an excuse to be munching on some lmao

"wait why are we getting ice cream again, mysta? don't we already have some at home?"

"uhhhitgrewlegsandranaway"

"to your stomach?"

"nooooooooo?"

phase two: get snacks and movie plans. complete.(ง ื▿ ื)ว

he will not care how many snacks and or movies it will take to bring you back again mentally. he's there to handle the remote on what you're watching for the rest of the night and he's the one getting up on his feet to grab more snacks

but as soon as mysta sees the tears fall out and you're breathing a lot heavier then before, he can't help but want to cry too

honestly he becomes a mess with you at this point

"hey, hey.. d-don't cry, i-i'm gonna cry too now.." he tries coaxing you, his eyes pricking. he held your shaky hands in hopes to find stability within himself

but yeah it doesn't rly work

"goddammit," he mumbles to himself, sniffling

serious time: he feels rly useless when he can only sit there and watch you cry, especially when he finds himself crying too

"babe, babe, look, it's gonna be okay, right?" he tries but it makes you cry even worse

you don't mean to make him feel even worse, honest!

so what's the solution now?

well... cry together until one of you calms down┐(~ー~;)┌

most times, you're the one calming down first so when you cease your weeping and see that mysta was upset as well, you're the one comforting him.

you know what they say: to cheer yourself up, cheer someone else up.

mysta will just look into your swollen red eyes with the biggest pout in the world, "i-i'm fine, i promise, babe."

you giggle, leaning in to kiss his cheeks. "why are we such a mess, mysta?"

"we're destined to be together is all."(//ω//)

and then it's back to movies and snacks until dawn

once you're back on your feet, laughing, smiling and scolding mysta for something he's done, he knows you're okay again

when you show him an achievement you've gotten, sparkles in your eyes, he'll just grin at you while patting your head, "good job, baby. you're so, so strong. i love you."

Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆

not immediately but the moment he starts talking to you and your responses are not like usual, he knows something is up

although not necessarily assuming it was burnout

you're always putting on a smile for him or at the very least giving him more extensive responses to his questions and comments

instead of those, he's only getting 'hm's

his metaphorical puppy ears and tails droop down

"honey? is everything okay?" luca asks you gently while frowning

if you're the type to push people away during these rather dark times, i'm gonna have to apologize on luca's behalf bcs he's the type to push you until he knows you're okay

of course it's not so forceful it's toxic

but just know that luca is genuinely worried about you and if he doesn't know what's up, he's afraid he'll step on a landmine

"honey please? just tell me how you're feeling. was it a bad day?"

to be honest though, with luca's natural adorable charm, it's sorta hard to look away without giving in to him (biased asf lmao)

however if you still aren't in the right place to be speaking, luca will just sigh and give you a kiss to the temple, smiling gently, "alright then. just find me if you're ready to talk okay? i'll always be here to listen."

BABYYYYY

˚‧º·(′̥̥̥ o ‵̥̥̥)‧º·˚

ahem

he'll be so happy once he sees you approach him, tugging on his sleeve although still a bit sad(╯_╰)

"yes, honey?" luca smiles, putting away his work

i mean bro come on doesn't his smile alone just give you relief?

your heart feels a bit lighter and then you start to spill everything, informing him that it was probably burnout from all the work you've been doing

"oh, honey, come here, come here," luca is the one coming to you tho

you happily receive him in your arms, wrapping yourself in the comforting scent of luca kaneshiro

he starts stroking your hair, rocking you back and forth while humming a soft tune

"how about we hang out for the rest of the day? i'll clear up my schedule, no problem!"

and as much as you insisted that you just wanted a sliver of his time, he's not listening to you anyway and requesting his secretary to clear up any meetings today

he also even went as far as tweeting that he'll be cancelling the stream if he hasn't already

dw, us lucubs are nice! >:3

luca is the type to try and make you forget about your burnout like mysta although a little bit more active

games, movies, a night out, cooking together if you haven't eaten

i think the one thing luca won't ever forget to mention to cheer you up (especially in these dire times) is skin care!! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭

he's not afraid to be seen with cute bunny hair band to put his long hair away and have cucumbers on his eyes 🥒

i mean why would he? he always feel so nice afterwards

can't a mafia boss clean himself up too(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

always ready with a stash of skincare, from face masks, hair masks, lip scrubs, undereye masks, waxing, nail care--i could go on tbh and luca would prob still have more

or if you'd like, luca is more than glad to be bring you to a spa to get yourself done but honestly, he likes doing it at home with you because he think it's more intimate ;)

"careful babe you're gonna get it all over my eyes!!"

"i heard smoothies from these ingredients make your skin feel good from the inside."

"i feel like painting my nails today... i still can't get the hang of painting my right hand tho... "

"ooohhh this one smells so nice, honey! come on come on let's do this one."

at the end of the night, luca will have you snuggled up against him watching a gentle movie

he'll also just brush away at your face, deciding to bring up your case of burnout now that your heart is in a much better place

"hey, about your burnout. i know it sucks being in this phase of your life right now but listen to me," then he'll cup your cheeks and squish them. "i know you well enough that something like this is just another obstacle. and even if you have trouble going through it, i'll kick its ass down with you. you hear me?"

you don't even remember about your burnout, knowing your (yellow) knight in shining armor is good on kicking some ass down with you

you clasp your hands onto luca's, leaning up to kiss his nose

he frowns, "but honey you missed..."

laughing, you try again. this time, properly.

luca giggles, "i love you."

and once you're back on your feet again, luca has never been more proud of you. he'll hug you tightly, spin you around in the air and probably invite you for a night out at your favorite restaurant

"I'M SOO PROUD OF YOU, BABYYYY! POGGGGGG!"（〜^∇^ )〜

Ike Eveland 🖋💙

notices immediately and already knows what to do

although not as experienced as vox, ike tends to keep himself busy a lot so he has no shortage of burnouts

he's tried different ways of healing himself, from the internet from asking people

it can be super hard going through these things alone, so when he sees you in this state, with symptoms he himself is so familiar with, his heart aches and he reaches out to you so that you don't have to go through the same thing he did often

safe to say that he'll be very serious about this⊂(▀¯▀⊂ )

sure, jokes can help from time to time but i think ike is the type to rly take things head on

ike knows you super well so he knows if you'd like some space right now, or if you need some company

if you feel more reserved and "to avoid" him, he knows to back off for the time being. but he doesn't just go back to his work until you've cooled off

ike wants you to know (although indirectly) that he's there for you still

so what he does is step out of the room and place a drink of your choice near you

"remember to hydrate yourself, okay?" he gently tells you

and when you thank him, giving him a small smile, ike touches your hand like he's asking for permission

if you don't react much, ike will just lean down and place kisses all over your face

to rly rly rly rly remind him that you're not alone, despite all your problems and flaws(˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )

when the day is very bad, your heart just wanting to break and your mind shattering to pieces from the emotional distress, ike would prefer to be with you rather than give you space

seems disrespectful of what you rly wanted at the time, but pls bear in mind that ike wants to make sure you're okay

it's not that he doesn't trust you either

he just... doesn't like it when you're hurting, alone especially

"please let me stay with you," ike will tell you when you push him away

don't tell me you have the heart to rly refuse this soft king :<

he'll just hold you without saying much, stroking your hair, wiping your tears, kissing them away at the right times

if you want to ramble and rant about everything, telling him how work rly sucks, how you've been failing everything and just being in a terrible mental state, ike doesn't mind either

he's definitely the listener type, absorbing in all of your words like a sponge

so it seems as though he always had the perfect words to say at times like these

i mean.

he's a novelist, he writes songs--

his philosophy is bound to be different from others. or at the very least, word the most common phrases in a way it seemed so original????

ಠ_ಠ

you can't tell me otherwise that he'll be singing to you to make you feel better :D

he's slightly shy about it (this cute bby istg) but once he comes to terms that he was doing this for you and to hopefully make you smile again, he'll start humming a song

something he liked, something you liked, something he was working on

it never fails to put your heart and mind at ease

ike eveland will sit, sing, hold you etc etc for hours on end if it meant seeing you stand back up again

seeing as he's super used to burnouts, i think he actual has some concrete ways of slowly getting you back up there

he totally understands if you're not ready yet, but the way he persuades you--

yeah, sometimes you wonder if it's a blessing or not to be dating ike eveland

i'm just kidding it's always a blessing†_(ﾟｰﾟ*)β

he'll even set aside his own work to help you do yours, even as simple as organizing your papers, cleaning up your soft files and all the mundane things your work has you do

you'd be lying if you said that wasn't such a big big help

and before you knew it, you're back to being productive in a lesser time than usual

when you show ike that you've cleared up your work list and or the results of your hard work, he feels more fulfilling knowing that you were saved from the spiraling misery of burnout

he pats your head, brings you onto his lap and presses a very passionate kiss to your lips

then you pull away to see his slightly teary eyes, "i'm so, so proud of you älskling."

Shu Yamino 🔮✨

would notice you acting differently, say like staring off into your laptop but doing nothing or sighing just a bit more than usual

shu would def start speculating something is going on and he tests his own theory out by talking to you

"hey there baby," he coos, his eyes sparkling

"mhm," and although you were smiling, shu could tell it was half hearted

yep, something's going on

unlike luca though, he'll be a lot gentler when coaxing you to tell him

he would like to use his spells to spill out of you but he knows super well that's not rly nice so he'll just keep on asking you without using any underhanded tricks

after the third time asking, he'll just sigh and cuddle you silently, holding your hand

"it's alright if you don't wanna tell me. just let me stay with you okay?"

his soothing voice and the way he pleaded a little bit was hard to refuse :<

but just know that shu doesn't want to leave you alone like this, even if he doesn't know for sure what it is you're going through

shu kinda already had a hunch that it might've been burnout but he wants to you tell him himself

after a while, you finally tell him what's going on and he's more than glad to open his arms for you if comfort is what you need

shu is also super calm and smiling throughout the entire thing

it's a trick he learned somewhere

when you're handling something (especially if it's stressful), if one person is smiling, other people just tend to calm down a lot more

you'd be lying if you said it hasn't worked out with him :3

anyway

i think is all about reassuring you mentally

he wants to rebuild you back again before he can move onto other things

so he wouldn't immediately try to distract you from the stress

to him, it's important you recognize what you're feeling and learn how to face it head on instead of running away from it first (ofc this doesn't apply to everyone, you do you readers^^)

"take a deep breath for me."

"clear your head first and focus on my voice, okay? close your eyes if you need to."

he has the habit of pressing between your eyebrows if it furrows so it's just a super cute way to remind you that you should relax

٩꒰ ˘ ³˘꒱۶~♡

after you're calm, shu will simply smile at you and start telling you about your past achievements, about all the good things about you, about how strong you are and basically the wonderful being you were born as ٩(◕‿◕)۶

but if you're feel more broken apart this time and you can't help but tear up, shu will admittedly freeze up first

this was the one thing shu was so afraid of happening, exactly why he wanted to reassure you mentally first

he'll be at a loss of words on what to do next, he himself not knowing what to do

seeing you cry breaks his heart okay

but shu yamino is a keeper of his words so if he said that he's gonna protect your smile, he will do exactly that even if it daunted him

he'll cup your cheeks so that you're focused on him and you can see he's trying to maintain a strong smile for you despite the tears

shu will just kiss away your tears, each one getting longer every time

BRO THIS AGAIN WOULD MAKE ME CRY EVEN MORE ;-;;;;

after you've calmed down, shu will finally kiss you on the lips and say, "there you are. hi."

he'll then bring you into his embrace, so tightly against him as if he was afraid that you'd actually disappear from him, that something would take you away from him

something not even his jujutsu magic could do

"it's all gonna be okay. i'm right here to go through it with you," he whispers, rubbing your back.

"b-but--"

"when have i ever gone back on my word, babe?"

that he was correct about

you just sigh and melt into him, snuggling into his chest

and for the rest of the day, it really is healing time for both you and him

you're not allowed to be touching anymore work by shu (not directly but by unwilling to let you go hsakjshk) so you have the time to rly just relax and save yourself from further destruction

and as for shu?

it becomes a reminder for him that he should take care of you more often

not in a way that you can't handle yourself

but the fact that he couldn't prevent you from getting these burnouts in the first place, maybe he should've stopped you from working too much

then you suddenly touch his face

shu looks up at you

you're smiling now

"there you are. hi, shu."

he can't help but tear up and cry at the same time, leaning into your hands

it's definitely the little things with you and shu

and once you've picked yourself up again with the sorcerer's help, you're back to laughing and making corny jokes with him, you're in a way reminding shu that he's saved you all over again

"shu, shu, look! i got rly good feedbacks on these!"

ah, that glimmer in your eyes...

he leans in and places a kiss on your temple, "good job, cutie."

Masterlist!

#nijisanji en #luxiem #luxiem x reader #vox akuma #mysta rias #luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #shu yamino #akurylic #mystart #drawluca #ikenography #yaminoart #author chan’s delivery service ?

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royalsweetteaa · 2 years ago

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Please please PLEASE give us a universe where CE characters ignore the safe word and continue😈😈😈 I'm going down with this dark version all the way straight to hell😈😈😈

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

WARNING - the following contains: Dark themes, non-con/dub-con, ignoring safe word.

Steve Rogers

Steve will use his kindness to mask his crime of ignoring your safe word, ultimately breaking your consent with passion. “Don’t be distressed, love. It will be over soon, just give yourself to me this once…” He will use techniques to put you off edge, ultimately reaching both of you to orgasm. Once he’s done, he will pull you to him to show comfort as some guilt settles in him, but only a little.