#redemption rehab

[bunny-is-cute]

New in-character Abel Blog!

@redemption-rehab

Yeah I know…Its like every month I have a new blog but PLEASE check this one out!

[avianpenguin]

So… I created the version of Saint Peter from @redemption-rehab

I hope this looks good, all credit of this version of the character to @bunny-is-cute

[elizart5]

Adam thinking about his sons

Sorry it took so long, I was trying digital art, despite my crummy set up...

Adam likes to think about when his sons were little because they started hating him when they entered their teens. Cain, Abel and Seth all hated how Adam treated their mother, you can see in the panel where Adam is with a hurt Abel that Adam is waiting for Eve, fixing whinny kids is a woman's job according to him....

To the Anonymous user who requested the other thinking one, it will probably be done by tomorrow...

[redemptionrehab]

Adam & Lute

[ribvanwinkle]

After beginning to replay Red Dead for the second time around, I’ve come to the conclusion that Reverend is my favorite underrated character

[whisplow]

I understand why they had to die but GOD.

The lords really could’ve had the BEST arc potentials.

[an-ivy-covered-summer]

i think that some people have fully lost the plot. maybe i’m just a cupcake, but idk, i personally think that if you want to abolish prison and death penalty and you want rehabilitative justice to exist, you kinda shouldn’t rejoice when people who were in clear need of help and who were victims of abuse in a toxic environment before they became abusers themselves die.

like, i don’t know, but i do think that death is kind of a fucked up thing to wish for people who fucked up if you preach about changing the system, making the world a better place, owning up to your wrongdoings and the harm you’ve caused and becoming a better person, and redemption. whether you like the people or not.

maybe it’s just me, but it does feel hypocritical and makes everything you say about social justice performative at best. but what do i know!

[genericartist27]

This is just for fun, I'm not claiming to be better than Viv, don't harass, attack or dox anyone that's a stupid thing to do and I don't indorse it.

Music used is 'Faster n Harder' by 6arely Human, and 'Go Hard' by Kreayshawn. (I know I'm choosing weird songs but I'm saving the ones I really like for other speed paints).

I'm back! This time with Model Sheets! Yeah when I've said I've overhauled the cast I ment it! Also I've came up with a name for Overhaul Angel Dust, Mothro Falenta (I know that his name basically Moth Moth but Mothro is a good name I came with on the spot so I'm keeping it). I decided to go with a Death Hawk Moth since the it's a moth found Italy (found in the summer months), and the colours were plain enough that I could keep pink as his one colour (since I've decided to tie each member of the cast to one colour instead of two). I decided to push his death date to the 1930s and gave him a more feminine look, I was going to go for a full dress but then I realised that it would probably be hard for him to move around fighting people if he had that so I was able to find references of 1930s women's pants to use as reference. Also he no longer has a mafia family and he engaged in normal crime since he ran away from home, since I thought it would be better story wise and give more agency to him and his actions, which could make a more interesting redemption than 'Daddy/Mummy Issues".

Anyway, I'm really proud of it. I really want to reanimate some scenes with him since it could be fun. Hope you like this design!

Final Model sheet + Reference board:

[cripplemagics]

either way i'm gonna write in this universe because i fully believe in it. This poll is more to gauge what sort of loss in followers i might get for doing so.

also if you're someone who thinks writing in the HH/HB universe is problematic and that somehow ruins our relationship then you can leave now. Ironically that sort of thinking is what HH talks against doing. peace.

[gleesongtournament]

Glee Song Tournament Redemption Round

[ryandjaxon]

Let’s talk #BasicIncome! 🌟 the goal is #IncomeEquality and #PovertyReduction. Join the #UBI conversation for a fairer future! 💪 🌍

[elizart5]

Charlie is the daughter of the head Seraphim Lucifer and the first Woman Lilith. Charlie was born without wings, instead she received a set of horns that make her a target of ridicule in Heaven. These odd traits are courtesy of the elder Angels, they felt a union between a high ranking divine being and a simple human was unnatural and they were willing to prove it through their offspring. However, both Lilith and Lucifer continued their bond after Charlie’s birth and loved her more than anything else. The family lived in the garden until Lilith was ready to enter Heaven, by then Charlie was 17 and ecstatic to see what lay beyond the garden. It didn’t take long for Charlie to become a target of bullying in Heaven due to her horns and lack of wings, so Lucifer got to work quickly getting her and his wife halos and finding a guard for Charlie that could keep her safe when neither of her parents could be there. Vaggie was the perfect candidate. Vaggie is a hard working, dedicated exorcist willing to do anything her superiors tell her, until Charlie shows her the Value of listening to her own needs. It doesn’t take long for these two to fall for each other and start dating. Eventually Vaggie tells Charlie where she goes once a year and ever since Charlie has been dedicated to saving the residents of Hell from the exterminations. However being up in heaven does make that a little difficult… When Adam presents his plan Charlie is beyond excited and ready to pitch it to whoever she can get to listen.

[redemptionrehab]

Chaggie

[bojackhorsemanobviously]

(how i felt reading taylor swift hate i mean is she a good person how would I know i dont know her she did things i dont agree with but i dont hate her and i do know the media/people were always brutal to female celebrities. it doesnt matter how famous someone is celebs are people and i think non celebs forget this.. esp the idea of cancelling someone over a tweet from what 5/10 years ago? get a life thats ridiculous and weird stalking behaivor )

(also the weirdos who hate brie larson just for existing on youtube like man thats just so bizarre how people got so obsess with her )

Fandom Problem #4115:

It's a special kind of internet poisoned when people go "ugghh I hate [celebrity] i hope they get cancelled so people finally shut up about them"

Really? You hope someone was or is being hurt by them because checks notes you think its annoying that a celebrity you don't like has fans?

Really just highlights the issues with how we TALK about so-called "cancel culture", whenever someone criticizes it people act like you're saying horrible harmful actions should go unpunished, that's NOT the issue we have with it. It's that people gleefully use it as an excuse to publicly flog someone they've already decided they don't like for unrelated reasons. It's not about any care about the victims. Just people who desperately want to be seen as good people but also desperately want to bully, who've found an acceptable target for their wrath.

[1spooky2me]

I Have BillFord AU ideas that are too elaborate for my hands to keep up with so let me yap (there will be drawings later)

OKAY, so I basically wanted an excuse to make my human Bill art make sense so here ya go:

As it was brought up in the book of bill (spoilers ig) the teens in gravity falls are really into Bill worship after Weirdmaggeddon so what if Bill took advantage of that after he leaves (or more likely escapes) inter dimensional rehab. He somehow communicates with the teens and they help him perform some ritual (using some spare corpses, don’t ask me where they come from) that lets him make his own human form. It’s half dead, half alive, but enough for him to re-enter Gravity Falls once again. Yadda yadda, Ford investigated the teens beforehand but comes in too late and Bill is back….HOWEVER, this human/corpse/flesh golem thing is imperfect, he can’t use too much of his powers or else that crack he had in his triangle form starts affecting his human form. He also finds out that he can’t leave the human shell, effectively trapping him. Ford takes advantage of that a BOOM BABY ROLE REVERSAL. Bill’s basically at Ford’s mercy until he finds a way out or until he kills everybody.

BBBBBUT I think it would be more fun to give Bill some sort of a redemption arc, if that’s even possible.

Could be a fun lil thing to play with so if any fanfic authors stumble upon this have fun.

[urmum-lovesme]

Angel Baby - Rafe Cameron x Kook!reader P4

pairing: Best Friend!Rafe Cameron x Kook!Best-Friend!reader

summary: Rafe and Reader have known each other since kindergarten, always side by side, the king and princess of Figure 8. So why now does he start feeling different towards her, when all she's every been is his best friend?

a/n: here's the part 2 to the gangs day out on the yacht. I thought it was about time to sprinkle some angst in here somewhere. I also wanted to give some of y/n's past, so I guess some background on her and Rafe's friendship? Also I've sort of planned out the series but in a sense it takes a little darker turn (it's giving psycho season 2 Rafe) would you guys like that or should I do something a little less creepy lmk lmk lmk. Pictures are from Pinterest so credit to who ever they belong to. ENJOY READING (I feel bad poor baby y/n and Rafe also tbh. my poor babies :( ) (kind of ooc!rafe cause would he actually act this way in season2???)

warnings: alcohol consumption, drugs, overdose, death, dismissive father figure, kind of asshole!rafe (but a redemption at the end), talk of rehab, idk what else!!!

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It was getting late, the sun was slowly setting over the horizon, the sky gradually shifting from a light blue to a dark red. Kelce and Topper continued talking, both of them clearly enjoying the sunset as they sipped on their drinks, both tipsy now, clearly proven from the cans which had ended up empty on the table. Rafe was half listening to them, his eyes however kept drifting over to y/n, watching as she sat there quietly eating her fruit. He was irritated, needing something to distract him from the petty excuse of a swimsuit which clad her bod which was laying merely feet away.

Y/n chewed on the sliced fruit the crew member had brought up for them as she looked at the three boys who were invested in their own conversation. She lifted the watermelon triangle taking a bite, the cold fruit cooling her throat as she swallowed its sweet juice, some of it dripping onto her chin, rolling down her neck to her chest. 

Rafe watched as she brought the slice of watermelon up to her mouth, his eyes fixated on the way the girls lips connected with the wet fruit. It took all his self control to tear his eyes away from her, trying hard to resist the thought of imagining those same lips on something else. He clenched his teeth as he turned his attention back to Kelce and Topper, talking their own nonsense, desperate for a distraction as he leant over and shuffled around looking for something in his bag. 

Y/n reached out taking a napkin and wiping her mouth, noticing the sticky juice which had run down her chest, fingers coming down to get rid of the residue on her skin. 

The boy dug through his bag, searching through the mess until he found what he was searching for. He pulled out the small clear baggy filled halfway with white powder, taking it out and placing it on the table next to him. Kelce glanced over as the bag appeared in front of him, a smile appearing on his face as he and Topper both realised what it was, 

“about damn time.” 

The commotion had caught her eye glancing away from the plate to the boys across from her. 

“No.”

She spoke out instantly as she realised what they were doing, the girl noticed Rafe opening up the baggy, Topper rolling up two 100 dollar bills. 

All three boys looked over at her as she spoke out, all of them being shocked by how firm her voice had been.

“Oh come on-” 

“Don’t be like that��

Topper added, both him and Kelce watching where she sat from across their table. Kelce picked up the money and began to roll it up, Rafe looking at the girl, waiting for her to give them a ‘yes’. 

“No, not on my yacht.” She sat up speaking out to the boys clearly reflecting her disapproval. They both let out groans and sighs as she firmly stated that they were not allowed to have any ‘fun’ on her yacht. Kelce slumped back against the sofa as he spoke. 

“Come on, since when was your yacht a drug free zone”

“I said no. You wanna do that, take that shit somewhere else.” She spoke coldly as she stood up placing the plate down onto the table next to her wiping her hands. 

Kelce and Topper watched as she stood up, the two of them looking annoyed that the girl had forbidden them from using on her yacht, wasn’t that the whole point of a boat day out…?

“It’s just a bit of fun sunshine.”

Kelce’s comment past by her as she noticed Rafe now making a line on the smooth surface of the table they were sitting around, 

“Hello?! I’m talking to you Rafe.” She spoke out irritated at the boy's ignorance. 

All three boys looked up from the small pile of drugs Rafe was forming on the table. Topper and Kelce now looking cautious, sitting away from the surface. Rafe on the other hand just looked annoyed at how firm she was being,

“What? What’s the problem?”

The boy had been worked up all day with y/n parading around in her bikini.

If that’s what you can call it. 

Having the urge to touch her all day all he needed was something to take off the edge.

“I’m fucking talking to you!” She spoke out harshly, hand coming out to hit one off the empty beer cans off the table they were sitting at the metal clanged loudly to the floor. 

“I said get this shit off my boat.”

The boy's eyes widened slightly as the beer can clattered against the deck, rolling away from the swaying of the yacht on the waves. Topper and Kelce both looked somewhat shocked at the way she spoke. Rafe however, not so much, he was more frustrated now.  Both the boys looked to each other, silently praying that Rafe wouldn’t upset the girl any further, not wanting to see her go off on a tangent. Rafe was too worked up to think about anything but himself right now, his eyes narrowed at the girl as he spoke, a hint of anger in his voice as he looked up from the line sitting on the table. 

“What’s wrong with you, It’s just coke-“

“-Don’t”

She snapped back at him, her brows furrowed as she looked to the boy then down to the table, 

“get this off my table before I do it myself and waste your stock.” 

Her attitude genuinely surprised them, having never seen the girl so worked up before. Kelce and Topper just sat in a stunned silence, both of them looking guilty for pissing her off - it was her yacht after all. Rafe huffed in exasperation,

What’s her deal? 

“Listen man maybe we should just-” Topper started. 

“Jesus alright, I’ll get rid of it.” Rafe spat out bitterly. 

“Don’t ever bring that on this boat again,” she turned away coldly, walking towards her seat, snatching up her t-shirt and pulling it over her head. 

Watching as she stalked over to her chair, pulling the t-shirt on aggressively. It annoyed Rafe that y/n was so bothered by him bringing a little coke onto her boat, but he knew there was no point arguing with her, to be fair she’d never done it before. Thinking about it, he never did any coke in front of her, maybe they’d smoke together occasionally but she’d never done coke, never wanted to see him do it either. He knew she had an issue with him doing it but this much? He sighed loudly as he quickly gathered up the remaining coke on the table in the baggy, shoving it back in his bag. 

“You really overreact sometimes, what’s your deal.”

Her head whipped around as she looked at his eyes narrowed angrily, 

“You know what my ‘deal’ is.” 

She scoffed, pushing herself up off the sun lounger and walking down the stairs off of the top deck. 

Rafe’s head shot up as she spoke out, he watched her  with confusion and agitation at her behaviour as she stormed off down the steps. Topper and Kelce both watched just as perplexed, with Kelce being the first to speak out,

“The fuck was that about?”

Topper ran his hand through his hair raggedly, huffing out the air that he was holding in his lungs as their interaction as he looked from Kelce to Rafe, realisation dawned on him. He knew what this was about, the girl was like his sister, both their parents worked closely over the years. He spoke up clearing his throat,

“I think it’s her brother.” 

Rafes heart stopped. 

Fuck

He’d forgotten about that. How the fuck did he forget about that, it wasn’t even that long ago. His heart picked up its pace as he brought his hand running it over his face angrily, “shit”.

Kelce and Topper both looked at each other, Kelce speaking out softly,

“You don’t think she’s still sensitive about that?”

Rafe’s heart dropped, as he held his head in his hands. He had been so focussed on trying to drown out the thoughts of the girl in her bikini, his other thoughts had left his mind. Kelce and Topper continued to sit around on the upper deck as they looked over the railing, both their eyes following the girls figure as she walked down the stairs and out of sight. Kelce spoke up, Topper interrupting;

“Maybe she’s just… I mean it was a few years ago…”

“C’mon man it was her brother, they were close.”

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The paramedics moved in and out of the front door, their boots heavy against the hardwood, carrying equipment and murmuring updates to one another. Red and blue lights from the ambulance and police cars outside bled into the room, casting shadows against the walls. She sat on the living room floor, her back against the couch staring blankly at the coffee table, the voices outside felt distant like they were happening miles away. She could hear her mothers wails from the porch, loud, raw and unrestrained and her father’s voice was low but tense as he spoke with the officers, his words short as he discussed what happens next.

Her brother’s lifeless face was burned into her mind, a vision she couldn’t escape. She could still feel the coldness of his skin as she shook him, the white powder tainting the desk next to his body. It made her chest tighten in shock yet she didn’t cry. 

She couldn’t.

Her phone sat beside her on the carpet, the screen black; she stared at it, unmoving, her body feeling heavy. She reached for the phone, her fingers trembling as she unlocked it, the screen was too bright in the dim room, but she forced herself to type out.

Can you come around?  (delivered 22:48)

It felt wrong, she felt guilty to burden someone else but the thought of sitting alone, drowning in silence was worse.

The sound of footsteps crunching on gravel outside jolted her from her trance. She turned her head toward the window, just as a figure passed through the flickering lights. A moment later, Rafe stepped inside through the open front door. He didn’t need an explanation—he recognised the hollow look in the girl’s eyes as he noticed her slumped against the couch. 

It was the same look he had when he lost his mom. 

She had been the one to hold him together then, and now it was his turn.

“y/n,” he said quietly, his voice soft, careful. He took a few hesitant steps toward her, his eyes landing on her. She didn’t move at first, her arms still wrapped tightly around herself. She just looked up at him, her eyes red and hollow, her face streaked with tears.

“Hey,” he repeated softer, lowering himself beside her. When she didn’t respond, he reached out gently, his hand brushing her shoulder. That was all it took—she collapsed into him, her body trembling. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, his grip firm. 

“I’ve got you,” 

he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He didn’t let go, even as her sobs quieted into shallow gasps, her hand gripping at the material of his top. He stayed, grounding her in the way she had once done for him.

“I’m here,” he said, his voice steady, 

“Whatever you need, I’m here.”

Her body was shaking as she buried her face in his chest. He caught her, his arms wrapping around her tightly, holding her like he was trying to shield her from the bright flashing lights from outside.

“...I should’ve been there,” 

She whispered against him, muffled against the material of his polo shirt, her voice cracking. 

“I should’ve done more-”

“You couldn’t have known,” he said gently, his hand rubbing slow circles on her back. “This isn’t on you.”

She shook her head, the words spilling out before she could stop them. “He was right there. He was right there in the room next to me.”

Her sobs quieted, but she didn’t pull away, letting his arms anchor her. The police had sat in front of her, Rafe's presence never leaving her side. Shoupe questioned the girl but she didn't respond, not in words, but in the quiet aching sobs that continued to wrack her body.

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Y/n walked down the stairs, breath shaky as she made her way towards the lower deck, she walked to the front of the yacht, leaning against the railing as she looked down to the water. 

She was so angry. 

Well maybe it wasn’t anger, maybe she was just upset and didn’t know how to deal with it so she got angry. Her hand came up, rubbing her eye as she let out a sigh and looked down towards the water once more. Why did he do that? He knew how she felt about the subject. 

Fuck you Rafe. 

Rafe slowly stood up, looking conflicted as he looked over the railing and down toward the lower deck. His eyes spotted y/n leaning against the railing and staring out at the water, and at that point he knew he had to speak to her about it. He slowly made his way over to the steps and he made his way down towards her. 

The sound of footsteps filled her ears but she didn’t look up, eyes watching the waves which hit the side of the boat, falling and merging back with the ocean. He walked over to the girl slowly, his footsteps stopped as he stood next to her, looking out onto the water as well. He could feel the tension in the air and he knew he had to say something. It was his fault after all…

“Can we talk for a minute?”

She didn’t look over at the boy, neither did she speak. She sat in silence letting out a small hum to let him know she was listening.  He swallowed hard, knowing that he had to apologise, he knew he’d brought up some memories she didn’t want to resurface. He finally turned to look at her, his eyes watching as her eyes stayed looking forward out at the water.

“Look… uh, I’m sorry for bringing the coke. I wasn’t... it was a shitty thing to do”

She clenched her jaw as she kept her gaze away from the boy, her eyes burning slightly and she could feel the tears fighting to gather at her waterline. She shook her head in a silent acceptance of his apology. 

He could sense the discomfort radiating from her, the girl's shoulders tense as she looked away. His simple apology wasn’t going to be enough, he knew she expected him to acknowledge the real mistake. He sighed softly, before speaking again his fingers fiddling with the material of his shirt, his hand rose as he bit at his nail, a bad habit he’d picked up when he was feeling anxious.

“I’m sorry y/n…I wasn’t thinking, I forgot -  about Ethan.”

The words felt heavy coming out of his mouth, guilt starting to slip into his chest as he spoke. 

“It’s okay,” she said quietly as she tried to swallow the lump in her throat. She still couldn’t bring herself to look at the boy next to her but she could sense his uneasiness. The fact that she was still being so cold and distant told him that she wasn't okay. He stepped a little closer, standing beside her by the railing as he looked down towards the girl,

“It’s not. I should’ve realised-”

He paused, eyes catching the look on her face, his chest starting to ache as he realised the effect that bringing the coke onto the boat had actually had on her. She let out a sniffle hand coming up to wipe her tear before it fell down her cheek her voice shaky as her bottom lip trembled,

“You’re so mean Rafe.” 

He could feel the regret coursing through him, he knew he’d messed up, he shifted uncomfortably, the silence between them stretching longer than he could bear.

“I’m sor-,” 

He said again, softer this time, his voice almost cracking. He took a hesitant step closer, but she stiffened, and it stopped him as she cut him off.

"You always say you're sorry, Rafe."

 Her eyes flicked up to meet the boys, red-rimmed and glistening. 

His chest felt tight, guilt sinking its claws deeper. He’d never been good at this- at being someone people could count on. But looking at her now, he realized how much he wanted to be. 

For her.

"I know I screw up okay?" he admitted, his hand balling into a fist as the other flew up to his hair tugging on it aggressively as he rambled out. His voice had an edge of desperation now,

"But I’ll fix this. I swear I’ll fix it-"

 "You can’t just fix everything, Rafe. You don’t get it—" 

She let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. She broke off, her voice catching on the words, and she turned away from him, her back now a solid wall of hurt he wasn’t sure how to break through. He slowly reached out, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder,

“I know, I know it was mean of me, I’m sorry.”

She let out a shaky breath, both hands coming up to wipe her cheeks. She closed her eyes momentarily struggling to steady herself. She felt bad. She knew it wasn’t his fault for falling so deep into the rabbit hole, she blamed herself for not trying harder. 

“I thought you were quitting…” she spoke out as she turned to the boy, not even angry anymore, just upset. The look on her face was like a knife to his chest, he hated seeing her like this, especially knowing that he was the cause of it. He looked down, unable to meet her eyes,

“I know, I know…I’ve just…been really stressed out recently, I needed something to take the edge off.”

“Why don’t you just talk to me..?” She spoke out gently eyes slightly red from her tears, tip of her nose rosy from crying

His heart skipped a beat as she spoke so gently, so vulnerably. He slowly looks back up at the girl, seeing the tears in her eyes and the slight redness, his own starting to burn,

“I…I just-“ he paused, his mind searching for the word to say, his heart aching painfully, being the cause of y/n’s tears,

“I just- I don’t talk about that stuff, I’ve learned how to deal with it myself”

“You don’t have to deal with it by yourself Rafe…”

She shook her head as she looked at him. She knew it was his dad's fault he thought like this. His father always told him he needed to man up. 

 “There’s always help… I’ll listen to you”

He stayed silent for a few moments as he thought over her words. He knew that how he was raised had messed him up in a lot of ways - after his mom passed away. He had so many bad habits, one of those being the fact that he dealt with everything by himself, and liked to repress how he was feeling constantly. He only relied on himself, he didn’t let himself open up to anybody.

Except for you

Hearing that the girl was willing to listen to him, to be there for him…it comforted him, it made his heart beat a tiny bit harder, knowing she truly cared. Why else would she be nagging him for so many months about it. He knew she’d listen to him, he knew she’d ever judge him for needing to talk about his problems.

He was still struggling.

“I- know that…I just…”

“Let me deal with it too.” 

She spoke out, stepping closer to the boy, arms wrapping around him, holding him in a warm embrace.

Let me help you 

A shiver ran down his spine at her touch and the feeling of her arms wrapping around his waist as she stepped closer. His eyes closed for a moment as he relished in the feeling of the girl's body pressed against him. He could feel the tension in his own body disappearing slowly as she held him. He was still for a moment, surprised by the girl’s sudden embrace. But he quickly returned it, his own arms wrapping around her, pulling her in close against him. He took a soft breath, taking in the scent of her hair, the way her body felt against his own, trying to ground himself. He finally managed to speak his voice soft and quiet guilt laced in his tone;

“You shouldn’t have to deal with my problems…” He mumbled, his eyes still closed, “I-I don’t want to be-”

“I don’t care Rafe… you're my best friend, you don’t have to do this by yourself.”

As they stood looking out into the waves, now dark as they lapped at the boat, Rafe’s chest tightened with the weight of what he was admitting, what he was accepting. But as he looked at y/n, he felt the weight of responsibility. He knew what the girl was alluding to. She doesn't just want him to stop his habit but to get professional help. It wouldn’t be easy, but for the first time in a long time he finally felt like he was admitting the truth. He’d tried admitting before, tried telling his father but he dismissed him every time. Yet here he was, standing in front of a girl, who wasn’t even his family, who was prepared to devote her time for him. He let out a slow breath, the tightness in his chest easing just a little. “Okay,” he said softly, more to himself than to her.

“I’ll try.”

Y/n didn’t say anything more, she didn’t need to. Her hand slid down his arm to his, fingers gently intertwining with his in a quiet gesture of reassurance.

I’m gonna try for you

I promise I’ll do anything to help you

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