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rcksmith · 2 years

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Last night of the world — Five Hargreeves

You can find the 3 request here: anonymous 1, anonymous 2, anonymous 3.

Resume: Luther's wedding was an ironic joke for Five Hargreeves, especially with the apocalypse knocking at the door. But, that night, when Five looked at you and his breath escaped his lungs, he understood his brother. Beause he would marry you too on the last night of the world if he could.

Fluff prompts:

5. ”Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.”

11. “Wow- you look…amazing.”

15. “Because i love you god damnit!”

16. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass..” “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”

20. “How am i supposed to spoil you when you wont accept my gifts?”

40. “Come cuddle.”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem!Reader.

Warnings: just swearing, little angst, mention of death, VERY FLUFF.

Word count:3k.

A/N: Spoiler from season 3.

Because I have a lot of requests in my box, I compile 3 orders that are similar and put together, but I took care to added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down.

We not tolerate any pedophilia here!! I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter, MHA and others fandoms.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are OPEN. Love you ❤️

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He can remember to this day. The taste of heaven on the top of his tongue, his heart suddenly racing into an uncontrollable rhythm, the sensation of an icy shiver coursing through his body and igniting a hot flame deep in his chest. It was like seeing the muse of a Renaissance painting: exciting, destabilizing. And all your splendor made the soul of Five Hargreeves want to kneel for you in eternal devotion.

You were breathtaking. And even after years, he can still remember that moment.

Five is not a man who is easily impressed, nor is he snatched by any woman. He is firm, rational and practical. But meeting you… in all your glory as a God-decorated angel, made him want to admit the existence of the divine and drown himself in your religion.

It only took a few months for Hargreeves to realize that the earth's rotation only made sense when you were by his side, directing smiles towards him that made he feel like he was in the heart of the sun, that awakened the will to…be good. At least the best possible, for you. To have the illusion that he could deserve you.

Maybe if Five Hargreeves tried to be a better man when he was by your side, he could fool the gods, life or fate, that he deserved you. And so no one would take you away from him. Maybe.

The relationship of you two was something inevitable, unstoppable, Five held you like it was a miracle and didn't dare let go anymore. You were one of those once-in-a-lifetime things, and he wasn't going to risk losing you. But, lucky for Five, you loved him just as much as Phyllis loved Demophon.

There was an unspoken promise surrounding the love of the two of you, the unshakable conviction that you would remain side by side, until the end of the world.

"You are so lost in thought." Your voice snapped Five out of his reverie, bringing him back to reality.

A reality many years later. Where the end of the world knocked at the door, once again. Where his dysfunctional family was trapped in that strange and confusing reality. A reality where, in the midst of impending death, Luther was getting married.

When did time go by so fast?

It was at that moment that the blue eyes with ocean hues were in your direction, and just like so many years ago, Five lost his breath, his reason and his understanding of the world. The red silk clung to every curve of your body like an embrace of perfection, your skin was glistening under the lights of the hotel's ballroom, leaving you looking like a fantasy too good to have come true.

Holy fuck.

“Wow-’’ His voice got stuck on the way from brain to mouth, too perplexed how someone like you could be real. “You look…amazing.”

The sincerity in his voice, charged with a tremor and veneration, made the hairs on your arms stand on end and your heart race like horses in a race. How, after so many years, could he still look at you as if you were the most beautiful deity among the Greek gods? There was a pure love deep in his eyes that always made your soul tremble.

"You look wonderful too." You flashed a big smile, running your hand down his arm. “I love you in a suit.”

Five made a mocking sound, like a half laugh, as he looked away for a second before turning his attention to you.

"You always say that."

"Because it's true"

Your body came close to his without hesitation, being greeted by Five's warm arm around your waist. His touch became firmer as he pulled you a little closer, as if, unconsciously, he firming up territory.

“What were you thinking?” He looked at you in an inquisitive way “When I arrived. What were you thinking?”

"In you." His answer came as firm as his grip, and your heart leapt in chest. “More specifically the first time I saw you.”

There was something about the way Five Hargreeves looked at you. Something mysterious, passionate, hot as the fire of sin and sweet as the gates of paradise. Something that made you feel like you were living a true love story. Emotions curled at the top of your throat, and you knew you would cry if you uttered a single syllable. So you just laid your head on his shoulder, snuggling into the person who was the reason you were still breathing.

“What are the plans for tonight?” Your voice came out when you were sure you wouldn't cry, looking back into his eyes.

“My only plan for tonight is to get fucked up beyond all recognition” Then his mouth got closer to your ear and became wicked when said "And fuck you so fucking hard that I'm going to break the bed"

Hot shivers licked up your spine to the back of your neck, heat in your belly rose to your eyes, and you smiled broadly, full of sinful expectation.

Five's promises were never in vain.

”Don’t smile at me like that. You know it drives me crazy.” he said.

Your cheeks flushed and you smiled even wider, the blood pulsing hard in your veins, following the same rhythm as your passionate heart.

Hargreeves bit his teeth as he tightened his grip on your waist. “You teasing little thing.”

You laughed loud, letting him lead you to one of the tables and you said softly “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass...”

“I heard that!”

“You were supposed to!”

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No one knew - or cared - what time it was, the height of dawn was always perfect for rampant alcohol and dubious behavior. Nights were made for choices that weren't made during the day.

At that moment, forever was in that ballroom, with drunk people and loud music. The colored lights pulsed like a car engine, contributing alcohol to cloud and inhibit the rationality of everyone in the room.

The world was ending and each one there found a different poetic meaning for the situation.

Luther found his in his wife, Klaus clung to his father's plans and lived that night not as the last, but as the beginning of something, just like Ben. Viktor found his in the peace that existed in the idea of - finally - putting an end to that drama of apocalypses, which followed him from timeline to timeline.

For Five Hargreeves, his poetic meaning was you.

His eyes were heavy and his mind light, but he would have to be completely blind for not recognize that, whenever he looked in your direction, you were the most breathtaking girl of the universe.

Would he stop venerate you as a goddess? No.

He stood there for a few seconds, next to someone he didn't care who it was, his eyes completely mesmerized on you. Like you was the most dangerous siren at sea, and he was just a sailor totally at your mercy.

Your body, trapped in that fucking maddening red silk gown, was covered in a fine mist of sweat that lit your skin like pirate treasure. Your hair was unruly and coming out of hairstyle, but the strands that fell under the lap of your breasts took his breath away. It should be considered a cardinal sin the way your body was moving, and Five would have dropped to his knees for you if he could spend eternity there, watching you dance.

“I don't think I've ever seen you look like that.” It sounded like Klaus' voice, but Five didn't want to take his eyes off you to check it out.

“I don't have any expression on my face.” He said the first thing that came to his mind, even though he didn't believe his own words.

How could anyone keep a complacent expression when you looked like that? So miraculous that Five questioned his sanity. There was something about you that kept him wrapped around your finger, so fervently in love, whipped with just one look you gave him. Your image was like a renaissance miracle, a glimpse novelists had of paradise.

God sure was a woman…because there was no explanation for you being so divinely beautiful.

“she’s just…wow”

Klaus must have said something, but Five didn't deign to pay attention, his concentration too focused on the way your body moved, the sway of your hips that moved his ocean. Your every move was a tsunami on his sea, every twirl was a rotation on his Earth, you were shaking Five's entire existence and didn't even notice.

You may have fallen in love with him first, but he fell in love hardest.

That's when your eyes met his, in a fatal connection that made Five's soul tingle. Your smile was the second shot at his sanity, and at that moment, at a stupid wedding, Hargreeves wondered why the hell he never made an event like this be a moment of the two of you?

Why did he never ask you to marry him?

And in that second, watching you dance with Viktor, he found no reason not to.

Fuck it.

With each step Five took toward you, charged with purpose, the more the sense of certainty inside him grew, like a thunderous sound.

“I'm going to have to steal the most beautiful woman of the night.'' Five told his brother, who tried to hide his laughter at his drunken, uninhibited state.

A delicious flush crept up your cheeks, coloring your skin to a shy tinge that made Five want to run his tongue at the maddening color.

“All yours” Viktor was still trying not to laugh as he handed you to his night-black-haired brother.

“Come cuddle.” Five's drunk voice teased you as he pulled you as close to him as he could.

“You know that the most beautiful woman of the night is a bride, don't you?” it was your first speech as you settled youself with his warm, masculine, possessive hand on the small of your back.

“Not for me.” His voice brushed your jaw, lowering to your neck as if Five were inhaling the scent of your soul. “Never for me.”

Five was drunk, you knew that, he smelled like expensive whisky and masculine cologne, but there was something about his sincerity abounding in his drunkenness that made your heart pound. Hargreeves could be very good at hiding his feelings on a day-to-day basis, but that fell apart when alcohol drowned out his demons.

Was that what he thought whenever he looked at you? That you were the most beautiful woman, in every single night? Did he look at you with that oblique glow and in his mind he secretly venerate you?

You've never wanted a positive response so much in your life, because that's exactly how you feel about him. Your heart has long had the name 'Five Hargreeves' tattooed in red-hot iron, and the wish you've asked the shooting stars is that yours would also be tattooed on Five's heart too.

it wasn't too much to ask...

“I love the way you smell.” You buried your nose in his neck, letting the male body rock you completely, just not touching you with both hands because he held a bottle of whisky in his left.

Five let out a sound that could be described as disbelieving laughter. "i've been drinking for hours."

“But I can still smell your real scent.” You joked, reaching up to the back of his head whit your hands.

Hargreeves rummaged his shoulders, in a way to draw your attention to his face, pulling your eyes from your favorite hiding place. When you did, there were so many emotions pouring out of the blue Egyptian eyes that made your soul shivered.

“What do I smell like?” A question so innocent, pure, almost childish, but one that was able to quicken your pulse as quickly as a wildfire.

There was no hesitation in your voice as you replied: “Home.”

A hot feeling licked Five from head to toe, shaking his structures and revoking all the foundations of his life. It should be a crime for you to say such things. It should be a crime for you to be so beautiful that it physically hurt. It should be a crime to be that passionate for you. So, whit his chest sinking with overwhelming emotions and feelings, Hargreeves made the only coherent decision: he kissed you.

Kissed you because his ribcage would explode if he didn't. Kissed you because every cell in his body screamed that no longer belonged to him, but to you.

Mine, mine, mine. That's what Five thought as drowned the sins on your heavenly lips.

“I want to marry you.” His voice was still swallowed by your lips, because he refused to pull away.

"But..." one more kiss ''we already...'' one more kiss ''we're married.''

"No." the firmness in his voice shook your heart “I want a stupid wedding like this stupid event. I want to hear the idiotic speeches of my father and my siblings, and say that I want this hell to end when in fact I'm reveling in the fact that everyone is gathered just to see my wife. Because i love you god damnit! '' his statement left no space for a answer, because Five swallowed your breath with another incendiary kiss “I want to see you in white, and recite silly vows when in fact my love for you is much more than these ready-made words. I want to give you my last name, keep you by my side as the only Mrs. Hargreeves… I want… why the fuck have I never asked you to marry me before?!”

Five couldn't tell if you were crying or smiling, but he was relieved by the tight way you were holding him. Of course it wasn't the best of statements, he was never good with sentimental shit, but something in the way you looked at him shocked said he said something very right.

“I should propose to you in a better way.” His speech was cut off by a hiccup from the alcohol. “fucking hell…'' his gaze wandered slowly across the room and stopped at the stage, where Ben and Klaus were singing some horrible bullshit ''I already know…'' his drunk mind went back to you again ''I'll sing for you.''

Your laughter overcame the tears, and the automatic question left your mouth. “Why,babe?’’

"Because I want to make a decent proposal, give you something more worth telling people about later."

You were going to say a thousand things, but Five cut you off by the look in your eyes "How am I supposed to spoil you when you wont accept my gifts?”

Five Hargreeves didn't give you a chance to argue, didn't give you a second to recover from a breathtaking statement, and you felt like crying in anger at yourself when he was already away from you, on his way to the stage. You wanted to say that you loved him from the first second, that you worshiped him more than the Greeks worship Zeus. You didn't need a proposal, a big wedding, a official celebration, you always knew you were his wife. And you wanted him to know that too, wanted him to understand that, nothing he wasn't ready to do, you would push him to do. His reserved and sour nature wasn't a problem and you were always completely happy with what you had. Because that meant having Five on your side.

You've never considered yourself a big fan of such public displays of affection, you've always found proposal in open spaces and with people around cheesy, but...but the way Five smiled at you on that stage, microphone in hand and bottle of alcohol in another, it made you question all your tastes in life. That scene was worth it

The truth was, Five would hang the moon in the sky for you, and you'd do anything to keep that love and happiness in his eyes whenever he looked your way.

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elliespuns · 1 month

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Honestly, I like how Show Ellie managed to save herself from David in all ways possible: she killed him when he attempted to assault her, then ran from the burning building by herself. Idk, it's just incredibly important to me, the fact that she's her own hero and is able to recognize the moment she needs to stop because she is far more important than anything that David ever was and represented.

BUT, the follow up with Joel is kind of a let down. Yeah, sure, he calls her "baby girl," but... man, Game Joel was crying while holding her, and it's up to the audience to decide if it's because he's sorry he left her alone for so long, if he feels guilty because now she has killed a man with a machete and he wasn't there to help her, if he fears said man might've done something to her, or if it's just relief from seeing she's still alive (or a mixture of everything). He was crying and holding her and telling her "I'm never leaving you again, you understand?"

It helped depressurize the scene, show how much Joel relied on Ellie for comfort too, how it wasn't a "duckling thinks the first thing she saw is her parent" situation, but that they love each other mutually and completely. Joel's promise to Ellie also translates in the finale of both games too.

In the show... it kinda fell flat? It felt like they were desperate to wrap up the episode as quickly as possible, as if the more quiet parts of Joel and Ellie's relationship aren't worth seeing if they don't directly advance the plot.

I like the show, I love how they implemented Joel's PTSD and gave him panic attacks and depicted just how irrational grief can be by showing him mistaking that girl in Jackson for his Sarah, but... that post-David scene was so, so important for the development of his relationship with Ellie, and seeing how the writing treated it as if it was something not particularly meaningful makes me sad.

That's true. Giving Ellie the freedom to save herself in the show was maybe the ONE good thing about this scene when it comes to comparing it with the game version.

But then again, as you say, we got so much more from this scene in the game that we just have to compare it all the time, like it can't be unseen. I feel like we've been robbed of one of the best scenes in TLOU when it comes to HBO. This particular scene was as important as the scene at the farm house where Ellie and Joel had their confrontation. They nailed this scene. Then why did they decide to go down with the babygirl scene? I have no freaking idea. It's like they do half the story's justice and the other half they just don't because, why the fuck not, I guess.

I am very curious about what we will get in Season 2 and how many things are going to caress our hearts and how many things are going to piss us off on the contrary. I swear to God, it sometimes feels like Mazin hasn't heard about the game at all, and Druckmann just blankly stares at him and lets him demean the whole plot of the greatest story ever told.

*sigh*

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littlewriterfullofwords · 1 year

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Now it's time to say goodbye

Pairing: Chishiya x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N has a crush on Chishiya but hides it very well.

Warnings: angst, hidden feelings, a little bit of swearing, some spoilers for season 2, blood, being shot

A/N: Hi! I'm back. This time with Chishiya because it's another character I'm obsessed with (ofc with Nijiro as well). I hope you like it. Please tell me about any mistake. Requests are open

You had no idea how long you had been here and how long had you been playing those crazy games but you knew one thing, you wanted it all to end. You had enough of this running, hiding, gambling your life like it was some money you weren't scared of losing. It wasn't. You have done a lot to stay alive in the real world, you survived your stupid ideas and God's will to kill all your motivation so loosing everything you had gained due to hard work wasn't on your 'to do' list. Especially not from hands of a psycho who was pointing a fucking gun at you.

"You don't have anything to say?" Niragi bent down and moved his face closer to yours so you could feel his breath on your skin. "Nothing? I can make you speak."

"Calm down." interrupted him Ann with her serious look and pushed him away from you. "Hatter will deal with her."

"He doesn't have a gut to hurt her!" yelled black haired and lifted your chin with the rifle so you locked your eyes with his. "He's weak."

"You better don't tell him that." you joked with a smirk.

"Let's go." Ann grabbed Niragi's collar and walked him out of the room in accompany of his yelling, promises of death and cursing, leaving you alone.

The room was big, as almost everything in the 'Beach', yet now it felt small, almost claustrophobic. You didn't know what Hatter would do with someone who killed three of his people without a reason...well, you had a reason but you knew that this so called "big boss" wouldn't understand. He was a man and men couldn't understand women's reasons and ways of their thinking. Oh, and they couldn't keep their hands for themselves.

"You better come back alive." Hatter came in with a silver-blonde haired man behind him and they both stood in front of you. "Come back alive and we will think what to do with you."

You were confused. Did Hatter just let you go without consequences?

"What?" you asked blinking like if something was in your eye.

"Chishiya said your visa is about to expire." explained the 'big boss' what only made you look at the quiet man besides Hatter who was looking at the window. "Go, play the game, win and then I will deal with you. I know what you did. And you will pay for that."

"It's not like they are....well, WERE innocent." you knew explaining wouldn't do anything but anyway you tried. "They needed to learn to keep their hands off of me. And any women here."

"Here, no one cares what we should or shouldn't." to emphasise his words, Hatter grabbed your chin and forced a kiss, making you wiggle to get away from his touch. "We do whatever we want, sweetheart."

"Don't you have your massage session?" mentioned nonchalantly Chishiya, the quiet silver haired man, what made Hatter move away from you and straighten up. "You don't want to miss it."

"I don't." agreed the 'big boss' and left the room, leaving you still tied to the chair and Chishiya with calming smile.

When the door closed behind Hatter, silver haired came closer to untie the knot at your wrists.

"Why did you lie to him?" you asked, your visa had few more days till expiration date. "Why did you help me? It's not your normal behaviour."

"If you didn't kill them, I wouldn't have to." the rope fell on the ground and finally you felt the blood running through your hands and fingers again. "Now move. We need to find you a game."

"You don't have to. I can help myself." you rolled your eyes as you walked out of the room, leaving Chishiya behind.

Some may ask why were you mean to the silver haired when he obviously saved your ass and gave you at least two days of life. Maybe because you were trying to hide your true feelings, maybe because you weren't grateful, maybe because you wanted to be your own prince charming...who knows.

The next day you left the 'Beach' to play a game in the city. You really didn't think while choosing so you were surprised when you found yourself in a game of hearts.

"Fucking hearts." you murmured when you took the phone and read the rules.

On the one hand you were happy you didn't have someone with you, someone like Kuina, Arisu, Usagi or Chishiya. Yet, on the other hand some help from one of them would be amazing. But you had to do that alone, so you started doing your job to survive. The game was only 3 of hearts so it was one of those easy yet still difficult, thanks to the hearts, ones. Playing with someone's heart, killing them at the end just to have 5 more days of your own life...it was worth it only if you had a reason to stay alive. And you had. So after an hour you proudly left the building, covered in blood from head to toe. Your eyes were shining with dangerous light, the fire of blood and life lust.

You didn't come back to the 'Beach' that day, you spent the night in the city almost all night looking at the card. 3 of hearts.

"Like an octopus." you laughed at your own, biological joke. "Three hearts, one in their butt so no one can find it. So it never dies."

The next day you headed back to the 'Beach' to meet with Hatter and his verdict about your life. Unluckily, or luckily, you only saw big, burnt ruin. The 'Beach' didn't exist anymore. Only big, dark smoke reminded you, and probably other people, of this place, place of joy, music, alcohol and freedom.

"You missed the big 'boom'." you turned around to see Chishiya slowly walking with hands in his pockets.

"I had my own problems." your answer was short and harsh, almost like if you were mad at the man for no reason.

"You won." silver haired looked you up and down with his calmness. "Hatter would be proud."

"Hatter would have killed me by now." little smile crawled on your lips when you heard this approval he had put in someone else's lips.

"Y/N!" Kuina joined the two of you along side with Ann, Arisu and Usagi. "You are back."

"Yeah." you nodded. "I've missed a lot, haven't I?"

"Totally. So it started with..." and the whole story was told by Usagi and Arisu who were interrupting each other to mention every detail from every point of view.

And that's how you ended up in their team for the next games.

Face Cards.

The King of Spades. You were so done with this man running everywhere with his guns and shooting people. He was worse than Niragi who only had been threatening people not actually killing them unless in a game. And thanks to this King, you were separated from the group. You were alone. Had been for few days, trying to survive in the city you used to live in. And those games. They were everywhere again until there was only King of Spades and Queen of Hearts.

"Fucking hearts." you murmured while looking at the big banner with the face card in the sky.

You really started to hate those red marks in the corners of the card which were reminding you to worry about the silver haired boy who was nowhere to find. You knew Chishiya was clever and would easily get out of any trouble yet you still were worried. You have been hiding your own feelings, even from yourself, that they had enough of being tossed together in the trash bin and now decided to show themselves in a form of worrying and constantly thinking about this man.

"Don't make me feel crazy!" you yelled and kicked the nearest trash bin which flew meters away and rolled on the floor, stopping by the dead boy of a woman probably killed by the Kind of Spades. You had to regret that, your wound from the bullet in your leg made you hiss and bend in half. "I will kill you, Shuntaro Chishiya. You will see, I will do it."

And that's when you saw him. White jacket on his shoulders, silver hair shining in the sun and of course hands in his pockets. You wanted to run towards him, to hug him and say how much you worried but you only stood there and waited.

"You are alive." when Chishiya stood in front of you, you smiled, hiding your wound behind it. "Well done. We don't have to look for your body."

"It's not like you would mind me being dead." his smile woken up butterflies in your stomach you were trying so hard to kill.

"Probably I will be dead first so I won't see that." you whispered but quickly smiled to hide the dark thoughts behind the mask, you were begging he hadn't heard you. "You know anything about Arisu or the rest?

"No." Chishiya shook his head. "I lost them when King of Spades attacked for the first time. When we lost you."

The way he said the last sentence...like he cared about loosing you then. You wanted it to be true but you knew it couldn't be so you just shook your head to get rid of those thoughts.

"Let's find them." you proposed, knowing damn too well you didn't have chances of finding them in this big city and it was the only way not to think about the man next to you.

But you didn't walk far. The King of Spades appeared out of nowhere and started the massacre again, making you run for your lives. You were trying to catch up with Chishiya whose hands were hidden in his pockets, as always, but your wounded leg was almost yelling at you to stop.

"Shiya. Here." you turned right and hid in the abandoned flower shop, and waited for the man to join you.

"You think he doesn't like flowers?" joked Chishiya, a little smirk appeared on his face.

"They don't suit him." you answered and when tried to move towards the window, you hissed in pain. "Fuck."

You moved a hand from the wound and looked at the blood on it, contrasting with your pale skin and white floor of the shop. Your eyes slowly moved to Chishiya's and you were sure he saw apology in them.

"Listen to me." you straighten up and pointed a finger at the silver haired. "There are two things I know."

You took a deep breath and, before continuing, you checked if the King of Spades was on the horizon..he wasn't.

"First thing, I might die soon." you locked your eyes with Chishiya's and maintained the eye contact. "I will try as hard as possible to catch up but I don't know for how long I will be able to run. I won't give up...haha...I am not that easy to kill yet as you can see, I am wounded. I will do my best...I will protect you."

The last words you whispered as if you were scared of them. You actually were. You were scared of your own feelings. Yet it was the only time you wanted to listen to them. It was your only chance.

"And the second thing?" it sounded like he didn't listen to your previous words but you have known him for some time, he had heard you.

"But promise you won't laugh." you asked him.

He rose his pinkie, the symbol of promise.

"Damn, it's hard for me." you laughed at yourself. "And embarrassing. But here we go."

Last breath before saying everything that you had bottled up inside. You weren't ready yet it was the time.

"You know...I've been mean to you. It's not like you did something or so...I was just....how to say that?" you brushed your hair and glued your eyes to your shoes, as far away as possible from Chishiya's eyes. "I was masking...I was masking my feelings. You probably realized that you weren't JUST a person to me. You are kinda important."

Another break for a short laugh session. You weren't good with explaining your emotions, not even mentioning understanding them.

"You are making me feel insane." you said with a smile. "Like every time I saw you I was like 'damn, he's so clever, he's amazing, so handsome.' So when I was separated I was so worried about you that I almost poked out my own eyes... Of course that's a joke, I like them. So...yeah...that's all."

"So you wanted to say, that you almost poked out your precious eyes because you were worried about me?" asked unbothered silver haired man with a lifted eyebrow.

"I- I-...." you chuckled at yourself and the situation you two were in. "Yeah, kinda. More like 'I have a crush on you' but your is better. So now as I told you everything I want you to know I really care about you, you mean the whole fucking everything to me and I will die today...probably."

The silence now lasted too long for you, you were impatient. You wanted to know his thoughts about your monologue, you wanted to hear anything, even just "okay" but something, not the silence.

"We need to go." Chishiya looked through the window and checked out the surroundings. "I think he left."

You wanted anything and it was your anything yet not the one you were expecting. But it was Chishiya, you would forgive him everything, even those words out of context of your speech. You smiled sadly and nodded.

"You have to survive." you whispered as you stood next to him. "Survive for me, Shutaro Chishiya."

Without any warning, you placed soft and gentle kiss on his lips before you left the shop. You didn't look at him, you knew you couldn't. You told him everything, you opened up and now felt naked...like Adam and Eve after eating the forbidden fruit in the Paradise. He saw the vulnerable side of you, the side no one ever saw so he could do anything with this knowledge, he was at the winning position now.

The neighbourhood was quiet...too quiet for this world.

"Let's go." you ordered and quickly moved on the other side of the road.

And it was a mistake. The gunshot announced the presence of the King of Spades.

"Run!" yelled Chishiya and followed you as you sprinted straight ahead.

You wanted to be faster, you wanted to live but the God, or the gods, of this world had other planes. And you hated them...you hated them all.

The pain...the pain was everywhere, in every part of your body. In your leg, in your hands, in your head and even in your precious eyes you liked the most. The voice got stuck in your throat, you couldn't yell when you were falling on the ground. You tasted the blood on your tongue, you felt it under your fingertips. You got shot.

"Y/N!" Chishiya's voice was coming from away but in your eyes he was close...which of those was wrong?

"GO!" you got the control over your voice so you yelled loud enough for him to hear. "Survive! Do it for me!"

He hesitated for a second yet when he heard another gunshot he left as you had ordered. You were breathing slowly, every breath worth everything you had ever had. The blood was sinking into ground, disappearing quickly from the surface. But you? You were smiling. You knew that this would come and you were kind of prepared. You had not regrets...especially after you told Chishiya everything you had been hiding.

The book's cover got slamed nonchalantly.

"Fucking hearts." you murmured before you closed your eyes letting the darkness consume you.

"People's imagination is just too much." Chishiya threw the object on the ground and headed out of the ruined library. "They need to create something new other than getting shot and confessing almost on their deathbed."

"You enjoyed it." you joked and rose an eyebrow. "I saw that on your face."

"You were hallucinating." of course Chishiya wouldn't mention that he changed the original characters in his head and put himself, and you in their places...no one had to know.

You followed him with eyes full of admiration and this feeling you didn't want him to see. Maybe the book was true after all...at least about the main character's feelings.

The silence of almost dead Tokyo got interrupted by the shotgun.

"That's a King of Spades!" someone ran out of the alley and started running, passing you two. "Run!"

You looked at Chishiya, he looked at you...you knew. You two knew.

"Don't get shot in the leg!" yelled Shutaro when you were running away from the King.

"I thought you didn't like the book." you joked.

"I said it lacked creativity." answered silver haired. "Now run. I don't want to hear your drunk confession."

"She was shot not drunk, that's the first thing. And the second is ... I can confess now." you smiled brightly at Chishiya whose eyes were almost telling 'go on.' "I like you dumbass."

"I know yet I thought you would tell me about poking out your eyes but this will do."

#ff writer #ff #alice in boderland x reader #alice in borderland #alice in borderland s2 #chishiya shuntaro #shuntaro chishiya #chishiya #chishiya x reader #alice in borderland ff #Spotify

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fuckalicent · 8 months

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hotd ao3 recs that make me slightly feral

it’s finally here!!! i will potentially be adding to this in the future so keep an eye out <3 also this may not stick only to hotd and extend to the wider asoiaf world.

baby teeth by zoe_millin_writes

aemond x helaena. incredibly written aemond character analysis. chapters are from aemond’s pov throughout his childhood and into his adulthood and his trauma surrounding sex, his parents, his injury etc etc is so incredibly and profoundly done. i don’t think i’ve read anything more beautiful and intense. there is also one helaena pov and my god is it so amazingly written. the characterisation and details are out of this world. definitely read all the warnings because it is very intense and potentially triggering. the exploration of aemond’s relationship with religion and by extension his mother and sister is done so well and genuinely what kept me tied to this fic.

see, what had happened was… by daylander

aemond x rhaena. from rhaena’s pov. i can’t remember it all as vividly as i should because i read it a while ago but god is it a delight. it’s funny, sad, amusing, entertaining & overall just so incredible. there is so much about rhaena’s experience living without her sister for so long on dragonstone and how it impacts her relationship with baela. so much about her relationship with daemon and by extension the velaryon/targaryen relations. just so so great. the scenes with rhaena and aemond are just.. chef’s kiss. they’re my favourite chaotic childhood friends to… whatever they are LMAO

spring’s end by navree

oneshot (9k words) from alicent’s pov about the lead-up to her wedding to viserys. made me wince more than a few times just because she deserved so much better :( the way her relationships with rhaenyra, her father, viserys & even criston (although brief) are shown is so beautiful and haunting to me.

would that they were not by navree

i fucking cried. a oneshot (7k words) about the fateful encounter with blood and cheese. so beautifully written and the relationships between the kids, alicent, cole and otto are described so heartbreakingly.

in your grave by 136108

This is the thing you married, the voice in the back of her head whispered gleefully. You saw its pretty smile and its dainty hands and so you dragged it into your bed and upon your cock and trusted that it could never hurt you. You bred it like a bitch and you promised to cut out its tongue and all this time you should have been worried about its teeth. But you did not and now it will leech your throne and your legacy and its pretty mouth will swallow the House of the dragon whole.

SO FUCKING CATHARTIC!!! we deserved vengeful evil alicent and i’m forever mad we didn’t get her… season 2 will be her moment trust. this is a short yet incredibly impactful piece about alicent visiting viserys on his death bed. amazingly written and the most satisfying thing ever.

5 times alicent and criston almost kissed and the 1 time they almost didn’t by gracelesson

I FUCKING CRIED!!!!!!!!!!!! most healing comforting beautiful thing ive read in a while oh my god op is crazy talented i’m in awe. the way s/a, marriage, sexuality & growing up were handled here were literally incredible and i cant even begin to express how much i love this. this is a modern au and it’s probably very different from whatever you’re expecting. i adore the dynamics shown between alicent, cole & her children ugh i swear i feel giddy all over. beautiful.

my hand was the one you reached for by nuncasais

literally the best. snapshots of alicent, criston, and her kids’ lives at the keep during the time jump. i love these types of fics that cover unseen periods of time — the detail and thought gone into each chapter is incredible and so so meticulous. chapters are from either criston or alicent’s pov’s. beware u might (definitely) cry.

#recs #hotd #hotd fic recs #ao3 #ao3 recs #aemond targaryen #team green #alicent hightower #helaena targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #criston cole #guess my favourite characters challenge (extremely hard)

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thefringespod · 9 months

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Happy #AudioDramaSunday everyone! I've got a LOT to talk about this week so strap in!!

In terms of long-term listens, just finished my TMA season 1 relisten and am now focusing my main listen energy on Hello From the Hallowoods (I'll finish my TMA relisten later). Outside of that though there was SO MUCH good stuff this week:

@re-dracula has finally entered the logs for the Demeter and Alasdair Stuart is once again absolutely killing it as a captain of a spooky boat

This week we were also introduced to the magical world that is @levianpod which comes out of the gate swinging and has fully enraptured me with ep 1. I want to know EVERYTHING about this world! The folks behind Levian are crowdfunding, please help them out

Also this week for me were episodes 1 and 2 of @doyoucopypod which has joined the ranks of shows that have made me cry in the office (this is a compliment I swear). I'm loving the premise behind Do You Copy and each performance so far has made me a little feral. Go listen go go go!

@tellnotalespod has also taken over my life this week. I am still very early on in the show but my gods its beautiful and so so good. I love Leo with my whole heart and the premise is just so fascinating. Please help them make season 2 happen!

And of course we have to talk about @ethicstownpod. Episode 4 absolutely wrecked me (also at work I gotta stop listening at work [I will not stop]) Rhys Lawton and Liz Dokukina are absolute masters of punching me in the heart, their performances are INCREDIBLE

A friendly reminder that @ShelterwoodPod is still crowdfunding! They're in their last 10 days and can use any support yall can give

On the subject of crowdfunding, we here at the Fringes just finished! I've already been overly sappy (see thread below) but thank you thank you thank you again to everyone. Season 2 is going to be a LOT of fun and I can't wait to share it with yall

Week ahead is promising more Hallowoods and more Tell No Tales and probably more crying at my desk in office because if they want me to go in they need to deal with the fact that I will cry to audiodramas

#audiodrama sunday #pines notes #recommendation post #re: dracula #levian podcast #do you copy #ethics town #tell no tales #shelterwood

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aloneinthehellfire · 2 years

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Chapter 5: Part 2: Don't Go Wandering In The Forest

Raining Hellfire Series | Season One

Word Count: 4,060 words.

Warnings: swearing, flashbacks to past trauma, , mentions of blood, animal death, horror elements in this so please be cautious when reading this (near the end)

[A/N: Part 2 since this chapter was sooo long. it's my fault for wanting reader to interact with the kids and the teens but I hope you like this chapter. spot the teen wolf reference lmao]

Part 2: Don't Go Wandering In The Forest

“Here.”

You handed Nancy the bat you had found by your front door.

You were sure you had another but it was buried under your porch somewhere from when your uncle had been drunkenly swinging it around the front yard and somehow spun it straight under the house. It was going to take a hot minute for you to fish it out.

“Thank you.” She smiled, “Hey. I… I get it. I’m sorry that I’ve been a bit distant with you, I just- I really need to find Barb.”

“I know.” You placed a hand on her shoulder. “And we will. I promise.”

She suddenly pulled you into a hug, dropping the bat on the ground and you held on like your life depended on it. You had to admit, you missed having a best friend.

“Okay! Okay.” You giggled, pulling away, “I now need to go digging through the black hole that is my uncle’s porch.”

“Have fun.” She sang sarcastically and she picked up the bat, trying to find the right grip to swing it with.

You shook your head with a smile and walked back over to your uncle’s. Staring at the raised flooring, you got down on your hands and knees. It was a little muddier than you imagined and you cursed under your breath.

You were wearing a thick pair of jeans you had pulled from your aunt’s closet (you seriously needed to expand your own) and a grey jean jacket that’s design had faded away from time. You just had on a yellow long-sleeved tee beneath it to keep the cold out. It was too big on you but the jacket hid its size. You didn’t remember owning a yellow top but you had found it buried under your bed so it was good enough.

And, since it was cold out, you wrapped your neck in a thin scarf. Just to be safe.

You winced slightly as your knees met the muddy floor but you figured you’d just wash them later. You then slid under the porch, reaching your arm out and patting around, exploring the space until you came across a wooden shape. Bingo.

“I swear to god, if a spider jumps out at me…” You muttered as you grabbed onto the bat and pulled it towards you.

“That would be funny.”

The unexpected voice caused you to jump, banging your head on a beam above you in shock.

“Shit!” You whispered.

“Shit. Sorry, here.” They put an arm around you and helped you up, making sure you didn’t bang your head again.

“Thanks.” You said, brushing the dirt off you. You looked up and rolled your eyes as an involuntary response. “Harrington.”

“Good to see you too.” He smirked.

“Surprised you even had time to go outside with all that effort you’ve put into your hair today.” You smiled sarcastically as he sighed.

“Where’s Nance?” He placed his hands on his hips.

“Hm, I don’t know!” You were certainly putting on a one-woman show for sarcasm, “Have you tried looking in the open garage that gives you full view of a certain someone?”

“Can you just be nice for once? Would it kill you?”

“Heart attack. Spleen rupture. Heck, even a brain aneurysm.” You smirked.

“You are so dramatic.” He sighed again, looking at the open garage.

“At least my hair doesn’t add 12 inches to my height.” You shrugged, swinging the bat to rest on your shoulder.

“Taking up an actual sport are we?” He pointed at the baseball bat.

“Yeah, it’s called ‘whack-a-dick’. Wanna play?” You said, swinging the bat back around and pretended to aim it at him.

“You’re a horrible person, you know that?”

“Yes, it keeps me awake at night.”

“Y/n.” He took a step towards you, lowering your bat with the tip of his finger, “Can we please just have a serious conversation.”

“Sure, Harrington.” You tilted your head at him. “How can I help you?”

“Uh…” He suddenly looked very nervous, sending indiscrete glances to the garage. “Nancy. Is she… okay?”

“Why don’t you ask her yourself?”

“I don’t even know if she wants to talk to me.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“You won’t know if you don’t try.” You said and he gave you a look. “Nancy needs communication. Support and communication. Just… apologise. It’s the best thing for you to do in this situation if you genuinely care.”

“I do. I’m so sorry.” He nodded quickly.

“Do I look like Nancy? Go tell her that.” You nudged him towards the garage, shaking your head.

He gave you a nod and walked in. You had to admit, you were curious. Should you be spying on their conversation? No. But the garage door was wide open, you couldn’t help it if you overheard something.

“Whoa, whoa, hey, whoa, whoa.” You heard Steve trying to avoid Nancy’s not-so-amazing batting skills.

“What are you doing here?” Nancy exhaled.

“What are you doing? Why does everyone have bats?”

“Nothing.” Nancy said. You understood why she didn’t want to involve him.

“I hope that’s not meant for me.” He chuckled.

You heard their voices calm and quieten and you decided it best to leave them be. You walked to Nancy’s porch and sat down on the steps, playing with the baseball bat. You were kidding yourself if you thought a baseball bat would protect you from a monster.

Still hearing Nancy and Steve’s muffled voices, you sighed and decided to lay on your back, your leg bent into a comfortable position. As much as you hated their relationship sometimes, you thought they made a some-what good couple. Obviously they still had a few things to work out but damn they definitely had something. You couldn’t ignore the way Steve looked at her. That boy was willing to protect her no matter the cost. Granted, he went about it in an unnecessary way but that’s what love does to you. It’s a powerful thing. Which means it’s also a dangerous thing.

You thought back to Eddie. How every time you were together, you felt happy. Happier than you have felt in a long time. You didn’t know if it was love. Deep down, you didn’t think you were capable of that. But after the kiss, your instinctive need to protect him and the thousands of butterflies you felt in your stomach every time you looked at him. You were definitely falling for him.

“Woah. Have you been body-snatched because I don’t remember you being programmed to actually smile.” His voice tore through your peaceful silence.

“Fuck off, Harrington.” You said, not bothering to move.

“With pleasure. Have fun doing… whatever the hell you’re doing.”

You tilted your head to glance at Steve making his way down the street. Judging by how he was walking, the talk must have gone well.

“Y/n? You ready?” Nancy walked up to you, baseball bat by her side. You picked up your own and went to her side.

“No.” You laughed, “Let’s go see if Jonathan knows how to use a gun.”

Jonathan had no idea how to use a gun.

When you and Nancy had arrived, you saw that he had set up cans along some logs, firing the gun at them. And he missed every single one of them.

“You’re supposed to hit the cans, right?” Nancy asked you, loud enough for Jonathan to hear.

“No, actually, you see the spaces in between the cans? I’m aiming for those.” Jonathan smirked, making you laugh.

“Ah.” Nancy chuckled, setting her bag down.

“Well if the creature is ever hiding between cans, I’ll call you.” You nudged his shoulder, making him laugh.

“Either of you ever shot a gun before?” Jonathan held the gun in his hands, offering it to you both.

“Once.” You admitted. It was a long time ago.

“Have you met my parents?” Nancy chuckled softly, hands in her pockets.

“Yeah, I haven’t shot one since I was ten. My dad took me hunting on my birthday. He made me kill a rabbit.” Jonathan sighed as he reloaded the gun.

“A rabbit?” Nancy questioned, looking up at him.

“Yeah. I guess he thought it would make me into more of a man or something. I cried for a week.” He admitted.

“Yep, fathers are just great.” You muttered to yourself, twisting the bat around in your hand.

“Jesus.” Nancy breathed.

“What? I’m a fan of Thumper.” He chuckled.

“I meant your dad.” She corrected.

“I guess he and my mother loved each other at some point, but…” Jonathan cocked the gun, “...I wasn't around for that part.”

Nancy handed you her bat while she pointed to the gun, wanting to give it a go.

“Um, yeah.” He handed it over carefully. “Just, uh, point and shoot.” He nodded.

“Wow. That’s some serious teaching there.” You commented.

“Shut up.” He chuckled, nudging you. “I just poured my heart out there.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.” You smiled thinly. You remembered how it was between your own parents. You never quite understood why they were ever together.

“I don’t think my parents ever loved eachother.” Nancy added. You nodded slowly. Ted and Karen were nice people but their marriage just seemed… off.

“They must’ve married for some reason.” Jonathan suggested.

Nancy raised her arms, aiming the gun. “My mom was young. My dad was older, but he had a cushy job, money, came from a good family. So they bought a nice house at the end of the cul-de-sac... and started their nuclear family.”

“Screw that.” She finally said, shooting the gun. You watched the beer can clatter to the ground and you all laughed in surprise.

“Nice.” Jonathan commented. They both looked at eachother for a while. When you finally noticed, you started to panic slightly. Nancy used to look at Steve like that.

“Well.” You cleared your throat, snapping their focus over to you. “That was fun. Now what?”

“I suppose we should practice a bit more.” Jonathan nodded awkwardly, moving out of the way so Nancy can keep shooting.

“I think Y/n should give it a go.” Nancy smirked, handing you the gun. “You said you’ve used it before?”

“Once, Nance. I wouldn’t be any good at it now.” You were nervous, clearly. Your grip on the bat tightened.

“Just in case.” She whispered, sympathy in her eyes.

“Fine.” You dropped the bat and grabbed the gun, adjusting your hand to hold the weight.

“You can even give a rant about your parents.” Jonathan chuckled, “It helps.”

“There’s not much to say.” You aimed the gun at the middle can.

“You’ve never spoken about them.” Nancy said quietly next to you. “Never to me, anyway.”

You felt a twinge of guilt in your stomach. You weren’t sure why you felt guilty, it was your life after all. But you’ve kept so much from her that you were certain she didn’t know you at all.

“Uh… well…” The gun trembled a little and you steadied your hand, taking a breath. “They were young when they met, fell in love, had a kid… all that usual stuff. But after a while, they were struggling. No money. My dad lost his job and started doing other, uh, stuff, I guess. Not exactly legal. My mom, she… distracted herself.”

You had lowered the gun, your chest tightening as you confessed. Nancy put her hand on your shoulder and you raised the gun again, continuing.

“Long story short, they gave up. Gave up on eachother. Gave up on the kid…” You squinted, finger on the trigger. “Sent her away.”

You fired the gun and the can was knocked down.

“Wow, would you look at that. I’ve still got it.” You chuckled sadly, handing the gun back to Nancy. “I, uh… I’m gonna have a look around for a bit. See if I can figure out where to start looking considering all the ground we have to cover.”

“Y/n…” You heard Nancy begin to speak but you had already grabbed your bat and wandered to the edge of the woods.

“Your father is just trying to protect you!” Your mother screamed, clutching her can of beer.

“Mom! He gave me a gun! I’m literally in middle school and he wants me to join his illegal scamming club!” You yelled. The gun your father had given you was led on the kitchen table, your mom doing everything to not look at it.

“Don’t say that!” She drunkenly pointed a finger at you, her words slurred slightly, “Your father is just doing what he can to earn some money, stop being dramatic. It’s safe”

“It’s safe? SAFE?” You grabbed the gun, pointing it at nothing in particular. Even just holding it made you terrified, “If it’s so safe then why am I being trained to use a gun? Huh?”

“I don’t care.”

Your breath hitched and you set the gun back down. She just glared at you as your eyes stung.

“Fine.” Was all you said as you grabbed the gun and walked back outside.

Your father was waiting in the car. He had told you that it was your own choice to go with him. You looked back at the house and saw your little sister nervously looking out of your bedroom window. You looked away. You would never be doing this if you knew your father wouldn’t use your sister to get what he wants instead.

He didn’t care about you. Neither of them did.

So you got in the car. And you hated every single second of what was to come.

You found where you sighted the creature last.

When Nancy and Jonathan had completed their ‘practice’, you led them through the woods. For a while, you walked in complete silence. It definitely would have been labelled as awkward if you weren’t hunting down a faceless shadow that took people you care about.

“Y/n, are you okay?” Jonathan spoke. His voice was hushed as he caught up with you. You decided to walk just a bit ahead of them. After all, they both seemed to be growing closer and it was none of your business.

“Fine. You?” You replied, focus set on the trees around you.

“You never said what I was saying.” Nancy’s voice rang out. She was quick to change the subject.

“What?” Jonathan span back around but still walked by your side.

“Yesterday. You said I was saying something and that’s why you took my picture.”

You shook your head slightly. You and Jonathan had been taking the same photography class for around 2 years now. You knew exactly what Jonathan thought she was ‘saying’. It was something you had been thinking for a while now.

“Oh, uh… I don’t know.” He continued walking, head lowered, “My guess… I saw this girl, you know, trying to be someone else. But, for that moment… it was like you were alone, or you thought you were. And, you know, you could just be yourself.”

You held your breath. Now there was an uncomfortable silence.

“That is such bullshit.” Nancy remarked, walking a little faster.

“What?” Jonathan stammered, stopping. You knew it was getting bad when Nancy span back around, facing him.

“I am not trying to be someone else. Just because I’m dating Steve and you don’t like him-”

“You know what? Forget it. I just thought it was a good picture.” He marches past her, joining your side again.

“He’s actually a good guy.” Nancy called back, following you.

“Okay.” He clearly didn’t agree.

“Yesterday, with the camera…” She caught up with you both and walked on the other side of you. So now you were literally caught in the middle of an argument. “He’s not like that at all. He was just being protective.”

“Yeah, that’s one word for it.”

You were unsure as to why you were holding back a laugh, but the more they argued, the more difficult it became.

“Oh, and I guess what you did was okay?”

Here we go again, you thought. Just avoid eye contact and keep walking.

“No, I… I never said that.”

“He had every right to be pissed-”

“Okay, all right. Does that mean I have to like him?”

“No.”

“Listen, don’t take it so personally, okay? I don’t like most people. He’s in the vast majority.”

“You know, I was actually starting to think that you were okay.” Nancy said and Jonathan just stopped moving altogether. You came to a halt as well, knowing that you’d need to intervene if you ever wanted this plan to go smoothly.

“Yeah?” He challenged. He should have known Nancy was a stubborn girl by now.

“Yeah. Yeah I was thinking, Jonathan Byers, maybe he's not the pretentious creep everyone says he is.”

“Nance.” You tried to help.

“Well, I was just starting to think you were okay. I was thinking, Nancy Wheeler, she's not just another suburban girl who thinks she's rebelling by doing exactly what every other suburban girl does…” He countered.

“Jonathan…” You warned, aware that he was about to take it too far.

“Until that phase passes and they marry some boring one-time jock who now works sales, and they live out a perfectly boring little life at the end of a cul-de-sac.” He continued, ignoring you, “Exactly like their parents, who they thought were so depressing, but now, hey, they get it.”

“Guys! Just stop!” You almost screamed. You felt like a child in the middle of a divorce.

“Why, Y/n? Because it’s not all about you for once?” Nancy scoffed, replying instantly.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Nancy.” You warned, your voice deadly. She immediately shut her mouth.

“Now if we’re done bitching to eachother, can we focus on what really matters?” Your words are the last spoken as you all continue through the woods in silence.

It was dark by the time something happened. You had all been walking at a steady pace for over an hour, still avoiding any interaction with eachother.

You thought you had heard a noise so you whipped your head around. You couldn’t investigate for long since you only had two flashlights and you were the one without.

After a little longer, Nancy stopped. You thought you had heard the same as she did; a distant whimper.

“What, are you tired?” Jonathan snapped. His anger was directed to the girl next to you.

“Shut up.” Was all she said as you both tried to listen.

“What?”

“I heard something.”

And then there was another whimper, louder this time, and your suspicions were confirmed. With a glance at eachother, you all took off toward the noise, careful to be quiet.

You eventually came across the source of the noise and your face fell. It was a deer, badly hurt but not yet dead. It must have been in a lot of pain. “Oh, God.” Nancy whispered when she saw it. “It’s been hit by a car. We can’t just leave it.”

The deer continued to whimper and you winced.

“It needs the pain to stop…” You said, looking at Jonathan. “I’ll do it.” Jonathan took the gun from Nancy’s shaking hand.

“I thought you said-”

“I’m not nine anymore.” He cocked the gun and pointed, ready to shoot.

You were going to look away when a sudden chill travelled down your spine, goosebumps trailing along your skin.

Fear.

The deer was suddenly dragged away with one giant pull, plunging it into the darkness. You all jumped back.

“What was that?” Nancy’s voice was barely a whisper. You were surprised you could hear it over your own thundering heart beat.

“It’s here.” You said, shivering.

Nancy and Jonathan started investigating, following the trail of blood. You wanted to stop them, to tell them it was a bad idea. But you couldn’t speak.

“Where’d it go?” Nancy asked when the trail came to an end by a tree.

“I don’t know.” Jonathan spoke. The whispers seemed louder now that there was a terrified silence.

“Do you see any more blood?” Jonathan asked you both.

“No.” Nancy responded. “Y/n?”

They waited for your response.

But it never came.

When the trail had come to an end, you had wandered towards a tree. The closer you got, the colder you felt. You crouched down and saw the tree had been carved out somehow, making an entrance.

The bark was dripping blood. In the darkness, you could just see some sort of black and red barrier covered in slime. It looked like an entrance to something.

Like a gate, you thought.

You heard Jonathan ask if there was any more blood. You opened your mouth to let them know what you had found. You never got the chance.

A long arm reached out and wrapped around your leg. It pulled you through so fast, you couldn’t react in time. The last thing you heard was Nancy calling out to you in a whisper.

You were clawing at the ground as soon as you realised what was happening. You could feel the slipper surface pull at your clothes, the air getting colder. You thought that this was the end.

And then it stopped. You stood up quickly, gripping your weapon. In the chaos, you still had managed to keep hold of your bat and you were clinging to it like it was your only chance for survival. You spun around but saw nothing. No sign of whatever pulled you through.

White particles floated in the air around you and you silently begged it wasn’t toxic. Looking around, the place looked the same yet entirely different. It was eerily quiet and the air was dense. The scientific part of your brain was still trying to figure out how such a small entrance led you to here. To what you could only assume was the Upside Down.

You turned back and realised you had no idea where the gate was. Panic set in. What if you couldn’t find it? Would you be stuck here forever?

“Y/n” A deep voice whispered in your ear and you swung your bat. Nothing.

Then, like a vibration, you heard a low snarl from deeper within. Curiosity taking control, you cautiously followed the sound. You had no where to run. Your only option was to hope you could take on whatever dragged you in here.

You turned a corner and your breathing stopped. It felt like your heart was as solid as a rock.

The deer was led on the ground while a figure was kneeling over it. Eating. The sound of gnawing made you sick.

Keeping hold of your breath you backed away slowly until your foot hit a twig. The sound caused a reaction and you grabbed hold of the tree next to you, positioning yourself on the other side with your hand clamped over your mouth. It was eerily quiet until you heard the creature return to its meal.

A tear rolled down your cheek. If that’s what took Barb… she was long gone. And you had the horrifying feeling that if you didn’t keep quiet, you would be next.

A shadow caught your eye, deep within the forest in front of you. You didn’t move. Neither did it. It looked like a person. Except, a little taller with… an abnormally long arm? It could just be a tree branch.

Another shadow appeared in the corner of your eye. You looked away for one second and suddenly the figure in front of you was gone. You shook it out of your mind. You’d rather focus on whatever is closer.

The flickering of light caught your attention and you saw Nancy stood frozen with her flashlight. She had seen the creature. You tried to get her attention, waving your arms frantically. Her gaze shifted to you and her eyes widened. You held a finger to your lips and signalled for her to run. You weren’t losing another friend.

She was too petrified to argue. Keeping her focus on the creature, she took slow steps backwards, just as you had earlier. You looked down to her feet, remembering why you were now hiding.

Nancy was too busy trying not to make a sound that she didn’t notice the large twig on the floor. Your hands clamped over your mouth before it even happened.

Snap.

Chapter 6: Monsters and Rumours ->

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Toxic friendships!- Charles Leclerc (ft Pierre Gasly) 🤍

Thank you so much to the anon who requested this! I love writing angst so much & Charles has turned into one of my new favourites to write for!! Hope you enjoy sweetie! (Not the best sorry) xx

Request- Could I pls request an angsty imagine where your Charles girlfriend but you two have a really bad breakup because you both find out that Pierre likes you! (warning Pierre is a little bit of a douche in this one... I know he's an actual cinnamon bun in real life, it's just for the story)

"Is that him again..." Charles asked, peeking over your shoulder to see Pierre had once again sent you a text. It wasn't abnormal for the French driver to message you, ever since you began dating Charles 2 years ago you had created quite a bond with Pierre! But recently the messages had become more regular, and a bit more flirtier... and Charles definitely noticed!

"He's just a friend Charles..." You sighed, switching off your phone as you walked towards him, pulling him in your arms "He's also yours... so please stop being jealous!"

"I'm not jealous!" Charles scoffed, kissing your temple before pulling out of your grip "I have nothing to be jealous about! Your mine... no one else's!... I just don't understand why all of sudden he's acting like your best pal... it's strange!"

"Baby... listen to me.." You hushed, lifting his chin to look at you "There is nothing going on with me and Pierre... he's just a friend... nothing more, nothing less! You have nothing to worry about..."

"I'm not worried about you Cherie... it's him I don't trust!" Charles knew that you were faithful, that you wouldn't ever intentionally hurt him! But he also knew what his best friend was like... it was safe to say that Pierre didn't have the best track with women, and usually he would be able to win any girl that he wants! Charles obviously noticed the lingering glances he had been giving you lately, not wanting to cause a scene from it because he knew how close you were to the French driver... but you were also too innocent to notice it, just thinking it was friendly chat!

"Do you want me to cancel tonight..." You sighed, running your hand through his hair "I can just say that I'm ill and that your just going to look after me..." Tonight was supposed to your annual movie night, where Pierre comes round to spend time with the two of you to get away from ! But with how things currently are and how stressed Charles seemed... you didn't want to make him uncomfortable...

"Nahhhh we can't do that..." Charles sighed, wishing it was that easy "He'd know something was up.." Placing a kiss on your lips he pulled you into his side "I'll be fine gorgeous... But your staying by my side all night... and I swear to god if he even attempts to make a move I'll end him!"

"And you say you're not jealous..." You teased, ruffling his hair before bouncing off to the living room to set up the stuff... "But I promise baby..." You called back "I won't leave your side all night!"

Charles's heart warmed at your words, but he still couldn't help but feel tense at the thought of Pierre trying to steal you away...

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"So how are you, Pierre..?" You asked innocently, trying to cover the awkward silence that had emerged since the driver arrived "How's the car feeling this season..." As soon as Pierre looked your way, Charles's body tensed against yours, possessively pulling you in into his chest as you shoot a glare...

"It's going good thanks, (y/n)" Pierre smiled, not taking any notice to how your boyfriend was reacting "How's uni... still stressful?..."

"Yeah, it's alright... I'm getting th-"

"She's doing great..." Charles interrupted, wrapping his arm around your shoulder "Still killing it as normal! Can't wait to see her graduate in a few months... I'm going to right at the front!!" You rolled your eyes as he emphasized the 'I'm'... You knew he was jealous, despite how many times he would deny it, it was picture clear!

"Right then..." Pierre clapped, breaking the tension up a little bit "I'm just going to nip to the toilet... won't belong" As soon as he left the room, you turn abruptly to Charles raising your eyebrow "What?!" He laughed, causing you to give him yet another disappointed look. "What do you mean 'what?'..." You giggled, ruffling his hair "Can you please just try and ignore whatever is running through your head right now... because whatever it is, it's bullshit!"

"Nothing is going through my head!" Charles protested, but stopped immediately as he saw the knowing look on your face "Fine... I'll ignore it for you..."

"Thank you..!" you sighed in relief, pecking his lips "I love you Beau..."

"I love you too, mon belle..." Grabbing you closer he placed you on his knee, nestling his head in the side of your neck as he spoke the words that caused butterflies to erupt every time "I don't know what I'd be without you..."

Hopping up from his lap, despite his refusal, you give his cheek a quick peck "I'm just going to grab some more popcorn before he comes back!... I'll be two mins..." Skipping off to the kitchen, you chuckled as you heard him yell "Don't be too long... I'll get cold!" You swore he couldn't last a minute without your warmth next to him... but it's one of the reason's you love him so much!

Just as you were about to grab the popcorn out of the microwave, a pair of hand rested on your waist causing you to flinch "Char-" you froze as you realized the hand didn't belong to your boyfriend, but instead to his best friend... "Pierre, what the hell are you doing?" You hissed, trying to keep your voice to avoid your boyfriends fury.

"I'm sorry (y/n)… but I can't hide it anymore..." Pierre breathed out, walking closer to you as you backed up against the counter "I love you... I love everything about you, from the way your smile lights up a dark room to the way you always make the paddock a warmer place... I know it's wrong... in so many ways... but I think you love me too!"

Your eyes grew wide as you instantly shook your head "Pierre... I don't know where this is coming from... I'm sorry but my love belongings to Charles, not you..."

"So you're telling me you don't feel anything when I do this..." Before you could register what was going on, his lips landed on yours causing your body to freeze... you knew you should have pushed him away straight away, but with the amount of shock your body was going through and Pierre's arms wrapped tightly around your waist it was impossible … not until a loud voice echoed across the kitchen tiles..

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!?" Charles yelled, eyes going wide in anger as he watched with tears of frustration in his eyes. Pierre's arms loosed around you, allowing you to break away "Charles... please believe me it's not what it looks like.... he kis-"

"Not what it looks like...!" Charles scoffed, taking steps backward as you tried to reach for him "Because to me (y/n) it looks like you were just making out with my best friend in OUR kitchen! After YOU told me there was nothing to worry about!" Your body flinched at how angry he sounded.. but who could blame him, to him it looked like infidelity.. but in reality, it was far from it!

"Baby, please listen to me! He kissed me... I wouldn't do that to you! I love you so much, please believe me!" Tears ran freely down your cheeks as he ignored you, looking at you in disgust before shooting a glare at Pierre, shaking his head as words failed him "I'm done with the two of you... go to hell!"

"NO! CHARLES PLEASE... WAIT!" You cried, grabbing his arm before he left as you looked back towards Pierre "TELL HIM PIERRE... TELL HIM IT WAS ALL YOU... THAT I DIDN'T KISS YOU!... PLEASE... TELL HIM THE TRUTH!"

A flood of silence filled the kitchen as you looked at Pierre with pleading eyes, mouthing a quiet 'please' before he just shook his head looking at the ground... Taking his 'best friends' silence as his answer, Charles shook his head, releasing your grip off of him as he left the room not saying another word...

"NO....Charles... wait!...." You sobbed, following him out of the room as he slammed the front door shut, leaving your shaking body behind. Sliding your back against the door you cried in your hands, not being able to fully process what was going on... hearing footsteps coming towards you, you looked up too see a guilty looking Pierre "(Y/n)... I'm sorry-"

"what the fuck did you just do!?!"

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sgliu · 1 year

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Why Warrior Nun is important to me.

Beatrice (enough said about that but...)

Being real Beatrice was a hurricane and 10 point earthquake in my life....no not cause KTY is the beautiful person she is.

But because of her story. I grew up queer in the LDS church, and by best friend and I have decided that it is like a mask. "Same gender attraction is of the devil." You get so good at masking your emotions and keeping people at arms length to not show the people who should love you the "Monster" you are.

This is what I saw in Beatrice in her "coming out" scene in Season 1 episode 8. She says

"My whole life, people have tried to make me into something I'm not. To make me normal. Or at least "acceptable" I became skilled at so many things just so I would still have value...despite my flaws. Or what I taught was a flaw of course I tried to fit in. But when you're punished just for being different, you begin to hate what you are. And what you love and what should make you happy only brings you pain. Pain is what made me a sister warrior. When I first heard this it cracked part of my mask off. This is everything I have felt into a paragraph. The guilt, shame, self hate and internal homophobia.

Beatrice definitely has a mask that she has hand crafted and perfected from her parents. (Episode 3 season 1) Says that her parents are in politics and shipped her of to boarding school. I can't imagine how that felt but it probably just instilled in her that she isn't worth more that her "flaw." We see later the golden retriever that Ava is slowly cracks her mask away. The stone scene.

She also breaks out of her comfort zone by swearing in the last episode.

Fast forward to season 2 we see her and Ava living together in Switzerland. This is her opportunity that she gets to experience what life would be like with Ava. Even thought she still was scared. I can't imagine the small intimate moments they had with each other here. From teaching her how to write, to unconscienced Ava cuddling on the bed with Bea. Those moments of longing from Bea. Her deep rooted fear would have made her terrified to share her feelings of her due to her parent instilling in her that she was flawed for thinking this. Ava tried so hard to show her that it is ok I like you too without scaring Bea way. She gave so much to others and Ava. When she said it ok you catch up with him(Miguel). I truly feel like she felt I will never fall in love so why don't I let her. We see in season 2 where she broke at the table. She has had her whole believe shattered. She has lost all of her found family in the past few months and her God that she has been devoting her life to not even be real. She reverts back to her traumatized self here. That hurts to see to me. Cause I have personally been here. You screw your life up cause you are so scared to be the real you. Like Shelby in The Wilds. You let just a little bit of yourself out and bad things happen people die cause you were selfish to be who you wanted.

Fast forward to Camila telling her "there is no shame in it." I believe that was the first person in her life to tell her that and her believe it. Cause afterward we get Beatrice holding Ava after she fell and her tackling her to keep her from killing herself. She has spent so much time restricting her emotions almost to the point of a robot.

Fast forward again to the final episode. Ava just kissed her. This probably being her first kiss or her first kiss in a long time. That was her final straw she had a reason to not want this life a reason out. She wanted Ava. We see this after she takes the lives of many men. We see her use non lethal ways of hurting people unto this point. I believe that all of the martial arts she specializes in are known for self-defence. Like she WANTS Ava to stay alive. I mean who of us her wanted her dead. We then get to the point where she is there with Ava fulfilling her promise of always to be there and never give up on her. She lets her go. :'( Up until the past 2 months of her life she has given all of her to the Catholic church and Ava comes in like a golden retriever on a wrecking ball into her life. She got everything that she wanted during those 2 months and selflessly let go the love of her life. I wish we got more time with how Beatrice has coped with it. Cause it has came in and cracked my heart open and and smacked my mask off. I saw Beatrice a beautiful and broken soul give up and leave everything dear in her life to go live like Ava told her to. This has rocked my world seeing in the essence of me put on the screen and it hurts. I want to see what happens to them with all of my heart. Cause those two deserve a better ending.

Side note I thought it was genius of Simon to name her Beatrice after Saint Beatrice of Silva. XD. But being serious Beatrice da Silva was the patron saint of prisoners. It was posted somewhere that Nuns rename themselves when taking vows.I believe that this is a double meaning. She feels like she is a prisoner, and it is foreshadowing her protecting Miss Silvia, and guiding her back to her. I believe that Jeremiah 29:13 hints at it too. "And ye shall seek me, and find me, when ye shall search for me with all your heart."

#warrior nun #warriornun2 #sister beatrice #beatrice #ava silva #avatrice #i will add pictures later

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penname-artist · 2 years

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Cars on the Road - Some Thoughts

Saw a bunch of people leaving their thoughts about the trailer sooo I figured I would do the same, I have some stuff that I want to discuss.

Easily the first thing that hit me about the series upon the drop of its trailer is the QUALITY. They outdid their first film with a television series, that is insane! They look fluid and smooth, their lighting and reflections are amazing, and they truly spare no detail in making every last one of these characters fluid and expressive. Pixar you animation gods, you’ve done it again. 13/10, I hope these animators did not hurt themselves trying to design this series.

Okay okay now I want to talk about the thing that had me most interested. Can we talk about the GHOST CARS please???

I will not lie to you, this section of these ghost cars coming to life, and dancing with McQueen in this big room is just, the coolest shit here, I am so psyched for this part of the series. And I’ve got so many questions! Is this Cars haunted mansion, are we going to see elements from the Haunted Mansion ride in Disney put onto this presumed hotel? How did all of these ghost cars come to haunt this place? How did they DIE?

Fanfic wise this could open up a whole new ballgame of things, such as Lightning trying to cope with seeing this after Doc’s passing (if any of you guys have the taste for some strong angst). And on the...*cough* less PG-13 rated side of the spectrum, car possession is now available to be played with as friskily as dared. I’ve already got friends screaming at me not to do it and I legit just might only for shits and giggles. XD

There’s a few things that kinda concern me, too, at least from what we see in the trailer. Here’s just what I’ve asked since I’ve watched it, uh like...like five times-

-Where are so many characters, including and not limited to Mack, Cruz, all the dudes from Rust-eze, all the other racers, and literally anyone from Cars 2??

-Why exactly are Lightning and Mater going on this road trip alone? Is Mack missing because he’s doing something else somewhere? Or Lightning decided that it was going to be a more relaxing and interesting trip if it wasn’t in a trailer the whole time? We know this is Mater’s trip mainly since he’s going to see his sister for her wedding but wouldn’t Lightning want to be the helpful friend and offer a faster ride if they needed it?

(also very important side note, I am so happy that this series is going to be a COMBO and not more Mater’s Tall Tales. Lightning is himself, and he’s being allowed to be kinda open and bubbly and excited to be on this trip with Mater as a team, not just him getting roped into every weird adventure by force and being confused about it. He has a natural desire to actually be here, which is great)

The depiction really reminds me of what they tried to do for Cars 2, but failed at slightly because of the fact that Lightning and Mater were doing separate things and sharing spotlight was getting difficult. But it’s also more than the occasional one-liners that they reduced Mater down to in Cars 3. I hope the balance of the trailer actually does play out into the series, and it’s consistent.

By the way, I combed and combed and combed and at NO POINT did it appear that there was any indicators of the Planes crew being nearby, which has me concerned and rattled. If they aren’t in there after they promised us they would be, I swear to Chrysler I’m gonna make it myself.

(By the way, friends and I are already screaming about the possibility of a season 2 and the chance that rather than going east, they could go west into northern California to an unspecified national park and run into a certain fire and rescue team *intensely waggling eyebrows* We need it so damn bad, Pixar PLEEEEEASE, adopt the late Disneytoon Studio’s orphaned children!!!)

Unorganized additional thoughts:

McQueen having a love of dinosaurs is the fucking cutest thing ever and you cannot tell me otherwise. I will be implementing this into future fics thank you vert much.

Is that monster truck just Cruz? I think that monster truck is just Cruz-

WHY do I have the feeling that the end of this road trip will be met with disaster? We’ve got a clear destination and I have a sinking feeling that when they get there it’s not going to be at all like it was planned.

Okay that’s all we have time for fans and freaks, take care my lovely weirdos, til the morrow, byeeeeee-

#Disney Cars #pixar cars #cars on the road #pixar cars on the road #disney planes #lightning mcqueen #mater

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rcksmith · 2 years

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All versions of you — Five Hargreeves

You can find the 3 request here: anonymous 1, anonymous 2, anonymous 3.

Resume: Years on The Commission made Five Hargreeves commit horrible atrocities, massacring his humanity and robbing his chances to belong to somewhere. Somewhere stable. But all the torture they put on his soul every day, was all worth when he found in that agency the one thing he knew he would love irrevocably until the end of time: You. But all that love hadn't been able to stop the separation when he returned to his family, when the breakup was inevitable and took the last spark of happiness from him. Forever. Surviving the end of the 1960s world, and finally accepting that a reality where the Sparrow Academy existed was better than messing up the timeline all over again, Five was prepared to find everything in that chaotic place, except the one thing that could bring him to his knees: You.

And like Ben Hargreeves, you didn't remember any Five.

Angst Prompts:

8. “Why can’t you just look at me for one god damn second!”

10. “don’t touch me!”

13. “we can’t go back in time, so stop trying to reverse what you said.”

17. “stop making empty promises!”

Fluff Prompts:

28. “You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?” “Not.”

33. “I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

39. “You’re more than that.”

51. “I promised to love you forever.”

Smut Prompts:

19. “You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.

27. “Can you help me with this zipper?”

75. “Tell me what you like.”

Couple: Five Hargreeves /Fem!Reader.

Warnings: arguing, swearing, mention of murder/blood, A LOT OF ANGST, fluff, smut, dirty talk

Word count:

A/N: Spoiler from season 3. I changed some details of this season too, but just to make sense of the story.

We not tolerate any pedophilia here !! I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter, MHA and others fandoms.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are OPEN. Love you ❤️

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There was a kind of evil joke that ruled the lives of Five Hargreeves, from their birth until now, 28 years later. He didn't believe in God, fate or luck, but the cosmic irony of his life was too palpable for him to totally rule out higher beings involvement. Beings whose greatest delight seemed to be seeing pain strike Five's Egyptian blue eyes.

His soul has always been constantly tortured. The relentless search for Reginald's approval and validation, the excruciating loneliness of the apocalypse, the longing for his family - or just the voice of an acquaintance - the brutal slaughter he had to commit to The Commission every day. Every day.

Five Hargreeves had known the pain, the deprivation, the loneliness, and the weight on his shoulders for all the lives he had taken. He knew by heart the bitter, pungent taste of blood on the roof of his mouth, the feeling of self-revulsion, the Herculaneum effort he had to make every day to push his traumas, fears and despairs into the dungeon of his soul to the very depths that he could.

That was all he knew. Until you.

Until you show up on that Commission as his sidekick. Just a girl to take care of his paperwork while he was in the field. Killing.

Five shouldn't have felt a new kind of shiver run through his body when he saw you. He shouldn't have wondered if you weren't the most beautiful woman to ever step foot in that universe. He shouldn't have been fascinated by the way sunlight streamed through the window and bathed your skin.

But in that moment, insane moment, Five Hargreeves understood Icarus' fascination with the Sun.

Nothing could unsettle Five's good mood whenever you were together. Not even when he met your hot temper, your sharp tongue, mocking gaze, your strong, almost aggressive personality. While The Handler thought you were brash and difficult, Hargreeves thought you were wonderful. Perfect. He knew very well how to mask the turmoil inside him, so well that you accused him several times of being rude, surly and mean to you. But, even so, didn't go unnoticed to anyone the way that him smiling more easely for you.

Very quickly, Five knew that, like everyone who had a weakness, you would always be his. As long life coursed through his veins.

Hargreeves knew almost every possible human sensation, but the way he felt when you kissed him for the first, was superb, overwhelming. In that instant, as his hands tangled in your hair and his mouth melted into yours, Five knew that his soul would forever be yours. Always yours. He silently ask that you belonged to him, because he belonged to you forever. Until the end of times.

"You're everything to me." Those were yours words when you two slept together for the first time. And as much as Five was embargoed with too many new emotions to be able to utter a single sentence ,he pressed his lips to yours and begged whatever deity there was - for the first time - that he could convey in that kiss everything he felt for you.

You were the point of salvation in the raging, evil sea that was Hargreeves' life.

Time passed and Five kept you like a promise, an unspoken prayer to a God he didn't even believe in. He branded your name into his soul like a red-hot iron and silently swore eternal love to you each time his long, thin fingers brushed your soft skin. He worshiped you in secret and admired your beauty out of the corner of his eye. Like a nicotine addict, Five consumed you, filled his lungs with your heavenly scent and held his breath until his brain felt the effects of the addiction. Not even Reginald could explain why you made the ocean waves of Five calm like a prayer mass. You promised eternal peace with just one look and Hargreeves wanted to confess all his sins just so he could enter your gates of paradise after death.

Would it be a crime for a murderer to want redemption so badly? Would there be a timeline where he could follow you to the last of days? A reality where he wasn't haunted by the constant feeling that the villain couldn't wish for a happy ending. Not when he's already taken away so many other people's happy endings.

Was it a crime that he didn't want to smear blood your cheek whenever he touched that spot? Because no matter how many times Five washed himself, the red liquid from his victims would always be there. Invisible, but there. Always.

And, just as he knew what a evil joke his life was, the gods showed once again that their fun was to see him suffer.

“What's this, Five?” You asked him one night, holding an open notebook full of notes.

His notebook. With his notes of the calculations that he was trying to get right to get back to his home. To his family.

You felt a hurricane of emotions that clouded your senses, a mixture of sensations that made your ground shake.

You know that Five always wanted to come home, he's told you that himself several times. It wasn't a closely guarded secret and you shouldn't be feeling so...betrayed. It was petty and selfish not to want him to leave. It was wrong to wish you were enough, to make up for the absence of an entire family. You were aware that a relationship was not enough to have a full, completely happy life. And from the bottom of your heart, you really wanted Five to be able to return to his family. Everyone deserves a family. And you couldn't, and wouldn't, take that away from him.

But… but you wanted to be more than a consequence of his plan. Just a person he'd met in the midst of his mission to go away. You wish Five would see you as a life partner. You didn't want him to give up on his family, but to take you away with him if that was the case.

But Five Hargreeves wouldn't take you along whit him. It was always in his eyes whenever his family got into the subject, you just misled yourself into thinking that the time you two spent together might change his mind. Make him want you for the rest of his life. You didn't want him to give up his true life to stay and remain with you, but you would give up to yours to follow him to hell. If he asked. If he wanted you.

But the way Five Hargreeves looked at you in that moment, made it clear to you that he would never see you the way you saw him.

And it tore you apart.

You were too smart a person to know that his silence was an answer. “How close are you to coming home?” was just the only thing that came out of your mouth.

"Very close.''

His voice was like desert sand, and a part of you died in that hour.

“And you didn't bother to tell me that?''

This time Five frowned. "Why should I?"

Laughter escaped yours lips as an incredulous, mocking sound, and the hurt part of you began to turn to anger.

“Do you really think it's okay to come into my life and leave whenever you want? Without even telling me what hell is going on.”

“You always knew I would come back to 2019”

“Yes but…'' but I didn't think it would be so soon. but I thought that when the day came you would want me by your side. but I wanted you to stay.

In a perfect world, Five would have told you he wouldn't take you with him because the calculations were uncertain, dangerous, fatal. Not even a genius like him could accurately hit all the math that was required, the difference was that he was aware of and accepted the consequences of his near-fatal mission. Dying or getting lost in time trying to get back to his family has always been a very high probability, one that Hargreeves couldn't, and wouldn't, involve you.

Maybe that was love. The absurd desire, almost torn apart, of wishing with all his soul to stay with you until the end of time. But to give it up without hesitation when it came to your well being. Five Hargreeves might be a murderer, a monster and an executioner, but he would never put you in the crossfire just for his selfish desire to have you forever. And he couldn't give up his family too.

The evil joke that was his life once again found a new way to make him bleed. This time, in a way he never thought possible, in such excruciating pain that there, looking into the deep hurt in the eyes that meant the reason he was still breathing, Five was sure he would never be happy again. Not completely. Not fully.

He found love where he shouldn't have found it. And those months of paradise were paid for with his soul.

Five couldn't look at you anymore, and the sound of your angry voice at him was drowned out by the pain that welled up in his chest and spread through every part of his body.

“Why can’t you just look at me for one god damn second?!”

He wanted. He wished he could look at you one more time and not feel that horrible pain. But Five knew that if he did that, he would see not only the reason his heart kept beating, bu also that he was hurting the one person he swore to protect. He wasn't strong enough for it.

But, the truth was Five Hargreeves couldn't protect you from himself. From the chaos and hell that followed him wherever he went. He couldn't protect you from the death trail he left behind. But he could protect you from the mess he was. And that's what he was doing.

"Things shouldn't have gotten this far." He didn't recognize his own voice.

That was no lie. He shouldn't have loved you with every cell in his body. He shouldn't have found heaven in you when he was always destined for hell. He should have been honorable and let you go when he first realized that you would be the spin of his world. He should have loved you from afar, in secret. However, like the cretin he knew he was, Five gave in to his soul's pleas. He gave in to the overwhelming desire to kiss you. Once again. One more. And when he realized, his naked body was already wrapped around yours several times, mixing sounds of sin and ecstasy, as he drowned in your body his heart condemned to be forever yours.

"Are you telling me you're sorry for us?" The pain and anger in your voice was too much for him to handle.

As Five got up from the chair he was sitting in, your eyes burned with a fire of irritation and smoldering hurt.

How could he?

“You know that's not what I meant.''

Fucking lier.

“But it sounded just like that to me.” You hit back, as you always did with him. “You can barely face me and the only thing I hear you say is that we shouldn't go that far. What kind of sick game is this? Do you wear me for months and then discard me as if I am a piece that is no longer useful to you?”

Emotions overflowed your body in the form of tears. Fights with Five were always exhausting, he never let you in on his deepest emotions and constantly say something that tore at your heart. Several times you've wondered why you stayed by his side when it was clear Five didn't think twice about hurting you with something cruel. Why were you mad that he didn't want you on his side in another timeline? When it was clear that not even in this timeline he felt much appreciation for you.

Because you love him with every breath.

“I didn’t call you useless to me.”

"Sure. Because I give you good sex when you need to vent.” Your voice shook with crying.

"Y/n, that's not what I meant..."

“I know what you mean, Hargreeves.” This time he looked at you, but only for seconds. "It means I'm good enough for you to fuck me over at the end of the day, but not good enough to want to be with me in other ways."

That was a slap in his face. How could you think like that?

Five Hargreeves forgot that only him was aware of the visceral magnitude of his feelings for you. He forgot that his inability to express what he felt in words was much loud, because while he burned in a blazing fire of love and passion inside, on the outside he only let on a firm frown, a crooked smile and a longer look in your direction.

Five never said he loved you. And the lack of communication was fatal.

To you, who didn't know Five's real feelings, it seemed very clear from his actions that he didn't love you.

"Isn't that what I..."

But you had reached your limit. There was a limit of rejection you could take.“We can’t go back in time, so stop trying to reverse what you said.”

That had been the mother of all ironies. Because he could go back in time. But apparently not enough to show you that, all these months, you've been the reason his heart is still beating.

Five approached you, almost as a side effect, but you nipped the action in the bud. “Don't Touch Me.”

"You know I didn't mean to hurt you in any way, I promised myself that I wouldn't.”

“So stop making empty promises!” You left his house, and Five didn't stop you.

When the sound of the front door echoed off the walls, all hope of happiness was gone along with you.

The next day, Five come back to his home, his family, and he used the consolation that you would be safe on the Commission. Protected from the ongoing chaos that he was.

And it hurt like he'd lost the best of him.

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Luther had the romantic heart and common sense of a banana. He took risks and changed his world in the name of love, happiness, passion. Every cell in his body pulsed with romanticism and the joy he felt in being in love clouded his rationality.

There was hardly a shred of discernment in that gigantic body when love was involved in the equation. And maybe that's why he'd been oblivious to the subtle signs that timeline was giving him when he'd been kidnapped by Sparrow Academy, and Sloane had introduced him to her best friend. All Luther could see was Sloane next to a girl who seemed to do her a lot of good, a good friend. And anyone who made that beautiful smile appear on the face of the woman he was in love with was already his best friend too.

Luther didn't realize the air sounded different. That the world seemed to hold its breath, as if it had just watched a plot unfold. He didn't feel any of it, because Luther wasn't sensitive to the little hints life gave him.

“This is Y/n.” Sloane smiled once more as you sat next to her at the gigantic breakfast table.

If Number One had been more attentive to the details around you, he would have noticed that something deep in your eyes looked familiar. But he wasn't the most attentive of the world.

The conversation took place calmly, as normal as circumstances allowed. Luther knew that to the people of that reality, the Sparrow Academy were a good, friendly, heroic bunch. Maybe his crush on one of the members was compromising his judgment, but Luther started to think that maybe his siblings only hated them for meeting under those circumstances. Perhaps, in another reality, they would all have gotten along and found something in common. Just like you were doing, sitting there while talking to everyone.

Apparently, you were a person dear to that family. Ben seemed to smile a lot more at you and Fei seemed less scary around you.

“So how did you two meet?” 'Luther asked you, as he stuffed a whole piece of toast into his mouth.

“She's Sloane's childhood friend.'' Fei said, saving you from answering by having your mouth full.

You smiled at Luther and nodded.

“Our childhood friend.” Ben corrected, and the whole family rolled their eyes.

“He's not always this grumpy.'' You told Luther as you gulped down your food, the kind, bright smile not leaving your aura.

“Only 99% of the time’’ Sloane joked and you both laughed.

The end of that interaction was given when Ben stood up and asked for everyone but Sloane to be in the living room. Leaving the two lovers alone, Ben asked you to accompany Luther back to his family when he left. Just to make sure he wasn't up to something or lying.

You would accompany the guy, but only to make sure that Fei's crows didn't do anything bad or that Alphonso didn't pick on him, but you wouldn't come back with information about the Hargreeves.

The dynamics of Sparrow's with you has always been very present in everyday life, for many years. And as much as Ben was extremely manipulative and the other siblings had their equally thorny flaws, over time you came to learn how to deal with each one, what each one was capable of doing.

"Whatever." Ben rolled his eyes, and was already turning to leave when he turned a few inches back in your direction ''But be careful." and he left.

When night had fallen and Luther was allowed to leave, you said you would accompany him to his destination. You didn't make up lies or half-truths, you said what Ben had asked you to do and your reasons for doing so. You weren't interested in the war between the two families, only your friend's happiness. And if being with Luther made her happy, you wouldn't be the one to get in the way.

The journey was smooth. Hargreeves asked almost everything he could about Sloane. And you helped by telling him the things she liked, what she didn't, her favorite foods and ways to win her heart. You always thought love suited Sloane, and you would do what you could to help a man who seemed genuinely interested in making her the happiest woman alive. She deserved it.

Luther entered the huge hotel first, carrying the gift bag Ben had given him. You should have stopped there and walked away, you had already completed what you came to do, you had already arrived at your destination. But something, an energy that raised the hairs on the back of your neck, urged you to enter that hotel with Luther, just one more step...

The air suddenly changed as you followed Luther toward a huddle of voices, and the closer you got, the more your heart raced, like a ticking time bomb. The hotel's mood turned red and rosy, as if the lights of the world were dimming, and there was something lyrical about the way the air swirled around you.

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Five Hargreeves was tired. Tired of apocalypses, exhausted from having to save world after world, win fight after fight. It was as if he was constantly putting off the inevitable, pushing himself to the limit, using energy he didn't even have anymore.

He really needed that retirement that only lasted a few minutes. Five wanted to see the world, visit new places, but not for him…

“One day we could take a vacation.” You said one day, lying inside Five's arms, both bodies naked.

He frowned at your comment, and you didn't even have to look at him to know that was the expression he was making.

“I always wanted to see the world.” You explained. “But… I don't know, it's one of those things in life that we keep putting off, blaming work, tiredness… loneliness.”

"Where would you like to go?"

"All the places." You laughed. “To know even the stupidest things, like… how to know the biggest ball of twine in the world”

And this time he laughed too.

Five wanted to see the world, visit new places, but not for him, for you.

Maybe that's why Five was so angry with Klaus when he learned that they hadn't traveled for a vacation. Maybe that's why he nearly killed them both in a car accident to see that twine. Because…maybe if he did the things you wanted to do, he would feel closer to you once again. Maybe.

If he could just imagine your snarky comments, your boisterous presence, he could feel alive once more.

But he had stopped in front of that stupid ball of twine. Giant and perfectly round. He waited for some revelation, some sensation…but nothing came. And that was another evil joke in his life, tearing apart another piece of his soul shards. Nothing could replace you. Hargreeves returned to the hotel feeling worse than when he left, with a new end of the world knocking at the door, with more family dramas to resolve.

However, this time, something was very different.

He sought within himself that survival instinct, that will to fight, to stop another apocalypse, to see another tomorrow. Only to find nothing. Only for the answer come at him like a big void.

And he thought 'why?'. Every time they tried to save the world, something worse happened. And now that he'd had a taste of what a calm, normal life would be like, without you, Five found no motivation to keep fighting.

He was still alive, but he had left his heart two timelines ago.

“I'm back.” Luther's voice trumped Alison's talking to Viktor, and Five remembered thinking when Luther had left.

But that didn't matter. And he began to wonder which things still mattered.

His hearing picked up Luther's conversations with the other siblings, but his brain wasn't processing anything. With his back to Number One, Five had his direction towards Klaus, more specifically to the whiskey glass in his hands.

He really should get fucking drunk...

“Sorry about the Sparrows, they really go overboard sometimes.''

That's when the Earth's rotation stopped. The world stunned in slow motion as every hair on Five's body stood on end. The completely stunned silence in his mind lasted only seconds, interrupted when his soul screamed so loudly that Five was stunned. The chords of the music of fate grew more agitated by the minute, like a premonition of the climax.

Five Hargreeves knew that voice better than he knew himself.

His body abruptly swung toward Luther, startling the other brothers beside him, drawing all attention his way. Klaus frowned as Diego followed the same action.

That's when his eyes focused on you. The symphony of fate reached its climax and was like an atomic explosion.

And, after a fucking long time, his heart beat frantically, alive.

His jaw dropped open, his eyes widened in an explosion of emotions and sensations. The glass Five was holding tumbled to the floor, shattering on a splash of glass and splattering the expensive alcohol all over the floor. There was some exclamation from someone, but Five didn't hear. He wouldn't have heard anything but you.

Holy damn shit.

His pulse raced wildly through his veins, heightening all his senses and turning life back on in his body that had been operating in automatic mode for far too long. It was like finally being able to breathe. Like hot coffee after ages of braving the excruciating cold. Suddenly, the world had color again, life flowed through his body and his soul thanked on its knees to gods that did not exist for seeing you once again.

If this was a hallucination, another evil joke, Five didn't know how he was going to recover from it. Perhaps he would never recover. His body moved, his powers being completely forgotten as he advanced towards you. Step by step. Everyone looked at Five in bewilderment, but he could only see that you were as beautiful as the day he lost you.

So are this how the devotees felt when they arrived at the gates of heaven? So this are like to come back to life?

Five stopped in front of you, his hands shaking and his heart pounding in his chest, as if it desperately wanted to get out of his chest to find yours. To touch you. He didn't notice your confused look, didn't notice that his own eyes were watering. Five Hargreeves just felt you.Totally.

“Y/n?” His voice was a thread of sound. Trembled, broken, conveying so much pain and despair. There was so much emotion in a single name that Klaus felt himself holding his breath and squeezing Diego's arm.

Five's feelings, always so well hidden and buried in the graveyard of his being, now consumed the entire hotel. Filling every floor, hallway and room with an intensity no one knew he carried. This wasn't Number Five meeting an old friend. This was a man finding the reason his life made sense again.

"Do you know my name?" Your voice swamped Five with more emotions, taking their structures brick by brick.

In other circumstances, he might be sad that you don't remember him. Perhaps, the fact that the moments you two spent together only exist in Five's mind forever now, will be cut him deeply. But none of that was important. None of that mattered.

You were there. Live. Standing in front of him as wonderfully breathtaking as the first time he saw you.

Hargreeves gave a broken, shaky smile, stretching his fingers toward your cheek, completely losing his breath as him brushed against your skin once more. It was like coming home.

“I know everything about you." He whispered, his thumb running down your cheek as the tears in his eyes welled up.

You didn't move, you didn't reject him, you didn't yell at him. Not like you used to. You just looked at him with a look that made his world spin again, a look with amnesia but that let him see your soul. And was the same one he fell in love with.

Holy shit.

"Okay, I'm not understanding anything that's going on here." Luther gestured with his index finger at the two, with the others nodding. “Do you know him, Y/n?”

Your eyes didn't leave Five's, absorbing all the emotions that blue sea revealed to you. You thought you had seen the love, the devotion, the passion. You thought the way Sloane looked at Luther was a look of love.

You have never been so wrongly deceived.

That was a look of love. That which was eternal devotion.

Five Hargreeves didn't look at you like you were a pretty girl, not like his were in love. He looked at you like you were the only thing that kept him alive. And that tore you apart. Because whoever that handsome man was thinking he found, it wasn't you. You didn't remember him, and you sure as hell wouldn't forget a face like his.

"I think you got confused." You said it in a whisper, as if speaking softly would change the truth, would make him keep touching you in that…careful way.

Your head instinctively leaned into his hand, as if already knew the way.

Five smiled again, his whole body burning in the heat of a thousand suns. "I would never get confused." The certainty in his voice took your breath away. "Not with you."

You could hear the rumble of his heart, and you could see that yours was beating the same tune, the same waltz. None of this situation made any sense, and you knew you had a million questions to ask later. Later. Not now, not when he was looking at you and touching you like this.

Reality could wait.

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Five Hargreeves wouldn't let you leave his side after that day. It doesn't matter if you had things to do, places to go. That apocalypse was tearing people apart and he couldn't even think straight about the possibility that you were one of them.

It was unacceptable.

You had the answers to your questions, and Five gave you all of his time, explaining any questions, giving you his full attention. Treating you like you're the reason that he still standing.

The end of the world was knocking at the door and, looking at you once more, Five was sure that he wouldn't spend the precious time he still had chasing solutions or doing elaborate equations. He wouldn't waste his last days focusing on saving the world, on escaping to another reality. Not again.

He learned his lesson the first time. He understood that the priority should never have been going back to 2019, or keeping you away. His priority should always have been to stay by your side until the end of time. And that's what he was going to do.

"So I'm a version of your true love?" You said, sitting on the edge of a bed in one of the hotel rooms.

“You’re more than that.” he assured you with a firmness that took your breath away, looking at you with all the honesty in the world.

The smile you gave made Five smile too.

“Shouldn't you be trying to stop the apocalypse? Your sister seems to really want to change reality.”

Hargreeves shook his head. “I won't leave you. Never. Not again.”

Your heart was pounding, your hands were shaking, and there was something about Five that made you feel like he was something you'd found after many years of searching, even if you hadn't realized it. You didn't feel the urge to say you weren't the same person he fell in love with, to argue about it. Not. The end of time was coming and you just…wanted to spend the rest of them in his arms.

Someone's arms that your heart cried out never to leave.

And just like in past reality - even if you didn't know it - you would follow Five Hargreeves to hell if he asked you to.

And, this time, he asked.

"You can kiss me?" Your voice came out as a whisper, and you thought you saw him catch his breath.

Five didn't wait for a new invitation. He didn't wait for any more signs. His warm hands cupped your cheeks, his body leaned into yours and his mouth finally, finally, captured yours.

It was like living a miracle.

Hargreeves kissed you like you were the only thing that mattered in the world. He kissed you like sky was going to collapse tomorrow and hell was finally coming for him. His tongue curled around yours in a sensual, needy waltz as their hearts beat in time and their souls touched once more.

“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.” His voice sighed against your swollen lips, still sensitive from the kisses.

Your hands came up to Five's shoulders and tangled in the dark hair at the back of his neck, sinking your mouth once more to his, as if it was impossible to stay away now that you tasted him. The environment took on a more reddish air, smelling of passion and need, the air had a tone of paradise and all of this was felt by both of you. The mouths now danced with more precision, the hands roamed the bodies and the troubled feelings clouded the reality outside that room.

But if Luther and Sloane were getting married, why couldn't you and Five get lost in the same seething madness?

It was the end of the world. And you would spend together.

His body pressed against you, and the heat of his ample chest on youe sensitive breasts made a heavy sigh escape your lips.

"You don't know how much I missed your sounds." His voice was muffled by the kisses that trailed down your neck, marking your sensitive skin with red prints and burning desires.

You didn't notice when you pushed his suit off his long arms, or when you helped him with his tie. When you found yourself, that maddening body was on top of you, glued to you, running his hands down your thighs as he drowned his mouth on your lips. The body-to-body contact was too much, too much for the arousal that was rising to alarming levels, too much for the sensuality the climate adopted. His fingers gripped you with possession, and you knew you'd find a print of his fingerprints as he gripped your thighs more tightly.

The hem of your blue dress had already bunched up around your waist, and you shifted your hips toward his pelvis, earning a loud groan in return and a hard bite to your bottom lip. His shirt was the third piece of clothing to get out of the way, and the sight of Five unbuttoning the white fabric was a show that made your pussy ache with desire.

You needed him. Just like he needed you.

“Can you help me with this zipper?”

Five flashed a sly smile that accentuated his dangerous features, giving you one last hard kiss as he knelt between your legs. His long hands flipped you onto your stomach in just one motion, pulling your hips up and pressing the cock covered in your soaked panties, drawing a loud groan from you as he pulled the zipper down your back. The piece of black fabric and the bra dropped to the floor along with the other pieces, and Five turned you onto your back once more as he returned with the deep kisses.

There was an endless list of positions he wanted to fuck you in, but right here, in this moment, Hargreeves just wanted full skin-to-skin, chest-to-chest, mouth-to-mouth contact as he entered you. Five needed to make sure, once again, that you weren't just a figment of his imagination. And physically feeling you, completely, was the only thing that partially soothed him.

He lowered his pants and underwear just enough for his cock to pop out. Thick, bloated and needy. Your panties were pushed to the side, and Five couldn't wait another single second to fully enter you.

“Fucking hell” It was his groan against your mouth, as your drenched walls sobbed around him.

"You are too big." You whimpered in a whiny voice, your hips working to swallow him and trying to pull away at the same time.

“But you take so well.” His voice was broken, and Five bit your shoulder as he reached your end, slamming into the mouth of your cervix and drawing a loud groan from you.

Your head fell back, your nails dug into his back and your legs spread even wider in a pathetic attempt to swallow him without squeezing too hard.

“Tell me what you like.” It was a mixture of request and order, a sentence lost in half sentences.

"I like. I like it, I like it.” You repeated frantically, afraid he would stop.

“Thank God” was the only whisper you heard before he pulled most of his cock out and slammed into you harder. Again. And again. "Your pussy won't let go of me." he moaned against your skin. “God, you're still fucking perfect.”

You wish you had said something too, something that showed you were loving it as much as he did, something that expressed that he was perfect too, something that said you wanted him to be yours forever. But you couldn't, because Five picked up the pace and he beat relentlessly at that point that made you scream out loud. His long arms encircled your waist while your around his neck. There wasn't a single piece of skin that wasn't touching, and the only distance between the two of you was his cock moving in and out of your weeping pussy.

His name took the form of loud screams and moans, with the sound of bodies colliding and spreading across the hotel.

“You’d better be quiet or everyone’s going to know what a naughty little slut you are.”

If you weren't already on edge, that dirty phrase would have done the job. You came in a burst of color, and your sensitivity was assailed by the hot, thick jets of cum that Hargreeves filled your pussy shortly thereafter. His cum continued for a few more seconds, and you felt your womb starting to fill with all the white load.

“Holy shit.” Five bit your neck, tightening his arms around you and pushing his cock even deeper, trying to force his way through whatever barrier was holding him back.

His new moan came breathy and hoarse, and you whimpered that he was still trying to push himself as deep inside you as possible, as if he wanted to mark any part of you as his. He seemed to want to make sure his cum had entered your womb, because his movements continued to try to push the white load even deeper. You brought him into a broken kiss, panting and slow, following his movements with your hips and holding back from giving him everything he wanted.

The breaths of two of you were starting to calm down, but your firm grip on Five's body made it clear that you didn't want him to leave you. And he wouldn't, even if the world ended now.

‘'How did I think I could live without you?'’ His confession made you laugh, your hands caressing the back of his neck as you sought his lips for another kiss.

“You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?” you said.

His eyes met yours, and the topic was no longer about sex or desire or need.

It was about staying. Together.

“Not.” This time, Five wouldn't abandon you. He would do it differently this time.

And he was thinking about that when he running his hand over your sweaty face, looked at you deeply as he said. “I promised to love you forever.” he never told you he loved you in the past, and this time he wouldn't make the same mistakes.

Five Hargreeves would stand by you until the end of time. Because forever is his whenever he is whit you.

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Frank: It's... One Batch, Two Batch, Penny and Dime, you know? It was her favorite book. You gotta cross the ocean, and go fight. You see, whole time you're thinking you're gonna be scared, right? But then you're not. See, that part of it was always easy for me. Killing. Even watching my buddies die, it just didn't mean nothing. The first time I got scared was on a plane on the way home. I kept thinking God was gonna pull the rug out from under us, you know? Shit, that's his kind of funny, you know. But the plane landed safe and we were home. Driving through traffic. Yeah, you pass fast food and donut shops and all that greasy shit, the shit you fought to protect, and then the car stops. We were outside her school. I get to her classroom, right? She's in there, but she's got no idea. She's got no idea Daddy's home. I walk in, these kids, they're not even studying, they're-they're doing some kind of yoga. Yeah. You know? She's there. She's doing her poses, you know, she's bending and, you know, she's moving. She looks like a flower. Yeah. And you know, you can't even understand it, you know, how does something like that have... How does something that beautiful have... How does that... how does that come from me, you know? And she looks up and she sees me. I see her. By God, that's real. That's real, Red. Boom. In an instant, she's across that classroom floor, she's in my arms. She's squeezing me so tight, I swear I was gonna bust a rib, you know? We just stayed there like that, we're holding each other. Teacher's filming the whole thing on her phone, you know, she's gonna put it on YouTube or some shit. She can't hold the thing steady, because, you know, she's... she's bawling so hard, and the kids are all wailing, you know, they're screaming. And me? Shit, I'm the worst of all. I'm a... I'm a rubber-faced clown, you know? I cried so hard. But not my baby. Not my girl. You know, she's my girl. She's... she's not crying, she's holding me up. My girl, she's keeping me on my feet. She says, "I knew it, Daddy. I knew it." And then we go home. To the wife, the boy. Place is the exact same, it's like it was just holding its breath waiting for me to get back, you know? Then it hit me. All of it, you know? The first time I felt how tired I was, you know, I was just tired, you know? You ever been tired, Red?

Matt: Yeah

Frank : So, you know. It's just, I couldn't do nothing, you know? All the things. I couldn't take my wife to bed. Ball with the boy. Shit... I was too tired, I couldn't even drink a goddamn beer, you know? But not her. My girl was up. See, she wanted to, uh, she wanted me to tuck her in. She... she outgrew it, she knew it, but she didn't care. She wanted it. She had that book. Her favorite book was out on the pillows. One Batch, Two Batch, Penny and Dime, you know? I read her that book every night before this shit. I read it every single night, but, see, that was over now, because Daddy's home now. She looked at me and she begged me, Red. She begged. She begged. I said, "No. Daddy's too tired, see. But I'll... I'll read to you tomorrow night. I promise." Yeah. Never think that for her there was not gonna be any tomorrow, see? The last time I'd see her, I'd be holding her lifeless body in my arms. Meat was spilling out of her, Red. The place where her face used to be. I think I'm done, Red. I think I'm done.

— daredevil, season 2, episode 4

#DISNEY + SHOWS/ MCU YOU’LL NEVER BE DAREDEVIL #THE SERIES HAD H E A R T #John bernthal’s acting was out of this world #literally the perfect casting #daredevil #matt murdock #frank castle #daredevil netflix #the punisher

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So Eddie Munson.

God I wish I wasn’t right, but I swear, it’s like I’m not even surprised just fucking disappointed. I’m not a fan of this late trend in writing when they create a new all around lovely character just to kill him off. Possibly the somewhat queer coded one.

And now I’ll just get back to Billy Hargrove again, because apparently when I speak about Eddie I can’t help but mention Billy. Their stories somehow are so similar in spite all of their differences. For me, both of them were queer coded, both of them could’ve been lovely with Steve, both of them brought out a strong reaction from the audience and both of them had unsatisfying and hurried deaths. Knowing that we would lost main characters in the end of this season made me guess in the last days, like everyone else, who made sense to lose. And obviously who would shock the most because well, we’re watching stranger things after all. And when Eddie crossed my mind, I told my myself come on, they won’t do that cheap trick of introducing the most precious character and kill him off, right? We barely know anything about him and we’re interested so why murder him. But when it happened and it had to happen since Eddie got many cheesy, I’m about to the die kind of lines, like I said I wasn’t even surprised anymore. When Billy died, we didn’t know much about him, but a lot were interested and just before his death, we did learn a little more that only made us realize that maybe, there was a way for Billy to end up being a different person, maybe even a good one, albeit a complicated one. All that got squished into the last 2 minutes of his life and we supposed to take this as a redemption arc of a kind. Like I already said it just simply felt rushed. Because we sort of seen a possibility of a promise that Billy in the end couldn’t fulfill. Just because he died a hero, just because this is what he could’ve been, he sadly never got the chance to truly be. The case of Eddie is different and yet for me, it’s the same flavor. Eddie died saving a town that mostly despised and belittled him. Eddie became important just to die an insignificant death. Not for us and the gang of course, but for most of Hawkins. And meanwhile Billy was generally liked as the handsome alpha type, he never got the emotional intimacy, he possibly craved so much and lost through out the years of abuse with his father, Eddie who was precious to the ones close to him, had zero chance to be accepted by his surroundings and never will. And it simply leaves a bad taste in my mouth. And I get it, life and death don’t make sense. Most of the time death seems senseless, but yeah, this is a tv show with sci-fi elements, so let’s just say I don’t watch it to be realistic. I’m very underwhelmed by the whole thing. Don’t even get me started on the Steve and Nancy thing…. So I guess here’s to Eddie Munson and Billy Hargrove. Who never made out of the hell called Hawkins and abrupt character deaths, but hey, this is what fanfiction is for.

#eddie munson #steve x eddie #billy x steve #billy hargrove #harringrove #st4 vol2 #stranger things s4 #st4 vol2 spoilers #spoiler alert #see you on ao3

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Oooh, just go for any and all timelines you'd find interesting for the son-in-law ask? I'd love to hear any of them!

I'll just go down the line then!! :D

So, timeline 1 is canon: Galvatron and Terminus are dead long, long before Megatronus ever even meets Orion Pax. Terminus dies from infection after losing his legs in a mining accident, and Galvatron dies in the gladiator pits after a rigged match.

Timeline 2, the Destructicon timeline, Megatron dies when he's the equivalent of like. 2 months old. So that's out

Timeline 3, the self imposed exodus. Because the warframes abandoned cybertron about a 100 million years ago, Sentinel Prime was never assassin mated: i.e. he's still alive and kicking so Orion isn't ever selected for Primehood. In this one, he and Megatron don't meet until they're both far, far into adulthood--roughly where the first season of Transformers Prime starts--and ol Megs is actually in a committed relationship with someone else. Any guesses as to whom? (It's not Soundwave, though they did date for quite awhile)

Timeline 4 is where we actually get our first look at Megop! Big bad is still the corrupt Primacy and the Senate, so while Orion may never become the Prime in name, he's still a beloved leader of the resistance. Except this time 🤭 he and Megatron are on the same side, leading together as one. In this timeline, Galvatron and Terminus fled from Kaon with their sparkling after being warned of the horrible future by Galvatron-2: Megatronus and Orion met when they were children, and were close friends all while growing up. To be honest, those two were the absolute last ones to figure out they were in love: everyone and their carrier and also their turbohound knew they were going to end up together. In TL4, Galvatron and Terminus have watched Orion grow up alongside their son and are very fond of him: they're perfectly supportive of their relationship and probably also had a bet going on about how long it would take for them to realize their feelings.

Now, timeline 5... here's where we get into the really complicated stuff. In this one, the Senatorial system is abolished before war can ever break out, and that includes the Prime as a figurehead. This is a timeline where all of the civil rights issues are solved peacefully: the Matrix is returned to the gods' Acolytes for safe keeping as a holy relic, and as there's no war nor anymore Primal figurehead, the Matrix isn't called upon to take a new host.

Orion and Megatron meet when they're teenagers-to-young adults, and this is the one with the rapunzel-esque situation for Megatron. Except instead of a tower, he's kept secluded within the walls of Iacon's main Temple of Primus (it makes sense it context I swear, but that's a whole other post of its own). Galvatron keeps him confined out of fear for his life: he's lived through so many lives and has been visited by his previous selves so often it's made him incredibly paranoid and obsessive. Isolation is his greatest love: keep Megatronus away from anything and anyone that could hurt him, sequestered in one of the safest buildings on the planet. As a holy place of worship and frequented by the Chosen Ones of the gods (aka the Acolytes) the Temple is under constant watch from the Primal Vanguard. No one gets in if they're not supposed to be there. It's safe. Megatronus has never set foot outside since being brought in as a sparkling and is extremely sheltered: cue Orion getting dragged there against his will for a research project and falling helm over pedes for this pretty holy virgin type.

...Again. I promise you it makes sense in context. I'll sexualize my religious trauma as much as I want tyvm lmfao 😂

ANYWAY. The first time Galvatron meets Orion it's hate at first sight: via several little misunderstandings he thinks Orion is an invader in the Temple trying to hurt his only child and kinda goes ballistic. Even after everything has settled down and he's knows Megatron is safe, he still despises him. He wants the little upstart to stay far, far away from his baby. Wants everyone to stay away from his baby, really. No one is safe. No one can be trusted. It takes a long, long time for him to be even slightly ok with Orion's presence, and even longer for him to accept it when a relationship does bloom between them.

Terminus, on the other servo, quietly adores Orion. Megatronus really only has one friend growing up in the Temple: the only son of a rather religious Senator, little Shockwave. But he can't visit often so their boy rarely gets to speak with peers his age, and it makes him happy to see Megatronus interacting with another youngling. Orion is polite and sweet and genuinely a good kid, seeing them spend time together warms his old spark. He's really not at all surprised when Orion presents his first courting gift, and gives the young mech his blessing to pursue his only child.

Timeline 6 diverges pretty late and much of TL5's canon carries over. This timeline split comes when they're already married adults, so there's no change there

Timeline 7 is just. Universal oblivion: there is no more universe. So uh... moot point

I hope you enjoyed this! I hope I answered your question ok. I know I didn't exactly touch on High Lord Protector stuff, but honestly it doesn't ever really crop up in Hindsight. I can say, independent of timelines and individual canons, they'd be very proud to see their son ascend to such a position, but would also be scared to death. That's such a big change, after all! And a dangerous position to take on 🥺 they worry about their baby

#hindsight au #megop #megatron #orion pax

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As the World Caves In

WARNING: ⚠️⚠️ MAJOR SPOILERS FOR SEASON FOUR VOL. 2 OF STRANGER THINGS, IF YOU HAVE NO YET GO WATCH IT BEFORE READING THIS!! ⚠️⚠️

Warning 2: Mentions of blood, fire, burning flesh, and guns. Lots of angst and violence, a little fluff before the fire but it's most all angst. Also mentions of death 💔 swearing

Pair: Eddie Munson x Male! Reader. Y/n is Dustin's cousin who was going to a college by hawkins, and stayed mainly with Dustin. Make of how Y/n looks like what you please 💗

A/N: I'm jumping straight in with no summary🫶

We all sat on the grass, forging weapons for the fight of.. whatever it was. This was fucked up, Hawkins was hell on earth at this point.

I looked up, staring over at Dustin and Eddie. I was sitting not too far away from them, I was making a torch. I massive torch because well.. we know those, demo-whatever the fuck they are.. they hate fire. So what not better than to have a big fire stick just in case.

I watched as Eddie and Dusty forged their weaponry, well their shields. I watched as they messed around, and talked and had fun. I just smiled, I realized I had to protect this at all cost.

Eddie yelled something to Lucas and Erica, I didn't hear. I just.. zoned out. Gripping the wood of my massive torch, and slowly wrapping the cloth around it. I had to protect everyone, this plan was.. it was a long shot, and I had to make sure that it worked and everyone is safe.

Eddie shook me from ny thoughts when he sat next to me. He had a smile on his face, he was soaking up whatever happiness he could. He never.. stopped being himself, not for anyone, not even for the end of the world. It made me smile, it was a sad smile but it was a smile nonetheless. I just looked at him.. I knew I loved him. We've been together for a couple months, but I know that he is everything to me and I don't want to lose him. I cannot lose him.

His smiled slightly faded, and he gently put his hand in the crook of my neck. "Y/n? Are you alright?"

I scoffed and tightly wrapped the cloth on the stick, finishing it up. "I'm.. fine.. As fine as anyone could be in this time" he watched me finish the torch and gently set it down, away from me.

He put his hand on my cheek and guided my face to look at him. Nobody else around me was in this vast moment.. It was just our world for a second. "We're gonna finish this" I said "I'm gonna make sure of it.. I promise, Eds.." I choked a little bit, feeling my airway tighten a little.

"I know.. We're gonna get through this together, I hope"

"Eddie." I said firmly, staring into his brown eyes. "I don't care what happens. You and Dustin are my main priority, I will not lose either of you"

"I know, Y/n.. I love you." he said "I'll always love you, maybe that's my downfall.." he sighed.

I leaned in and kissed him, gently tangling my hands in his hair. He hold onto the side of my face and tilted his head, deepening it. We sat there for a couple seconds, before pulling away.

"Get a room" Dustin yelled at us

I flipped him a bird and kissed Eddie again, smiling into it. There was a small moment of serendipity, everyone shouting in a joking tone 'get a room' 'not here.'

I pulled away and leaned my head against his shoulder. Robin gave me a thumbs up and I laughed, and Eddie wrapped an arm around my waist. "You all got your show go home!" he waved and rocked side to side with me. I love when he does this, the little rock he does when he's happy.

I look back to him, The love of my life.. Everything I need.

📍quite a bit of time later📍

We were starting to set up. "Are we ready for some.. real metal shit" Eddie looked to us.

I prepared my shit as I looked over to him, Dustin smiled. I smiled at Eddie. "Yeah.. Yeah let's get this shit over with.." I plugged in the amp and Eddie messed with it to make it right.

He leaned over and grabbed my face, giving me a quick kiss.

"Oh god- Not now, Not the time you two" Dustin said as he held onto his spear.

Eddie smiled "I love you.. We're gonna get through this-" he looked over at Dustin. "All of us"

I nodded and stood up "I love you too Eddie, now let's get this shit started" I stepped back, and he started it.

I could almost feel the presence of the bats moving as he played. He played Master of Puppets, by Metallica. Very fitting.. very.

I stepped back over to Dustin, staring at my cousin. "When this is over.. Never kiss in front of me again"

"No promises.." I said as I fidgeted with the lighter in my pocket.

----

Dustin yelled to Eddie as he played the guitar. "T MINUS 5!!" He yelled out.

I started getting prepared to get the hell out, holding my torch with the light fluid I had strapped to my thigh. Eddie gathered his shit as the bats started to fly in, we jumped away from the house. We ran through, shut the gate, and locked the door as we ran inside.

We started getting very happy "THAT WAS SO METAL!" Eddie yelled as we jumped around.

That was.. until we heard the noise. We ran into the kitchen to see the bats, seeping through the vents and trying to get in.

Eddie and Dustin went at it with the spears, I tried pushing then away with the end of my torch.

"Now would be a pretty good time to light that thing!" Dustin yelled at me.

"You know I would expect you to know more science than that-" I shoved the bats back angrily. "If I light it up, it'll blow up with us included!"

"He's right Henderson!" Eddie grabbed his shield "Watch out!" he yelled and we moved, he stuck it up to the ceiling and smiled at me. "That.. was badass"

I smiled at him, he's always so cute. God I can't wait to get out of here.

Dustin looked around "Are there any other vents here?" and Eddie's face dropped. We raced into his room where the bats started to come and pile in. We rushed forth, defending and blocking the exit.

Dustin said it was time to leave. So he quickly crawled up the tied sheets. After him, I went. And then.. Eddie started to climb up it, before he looked over at the resisted bats.

"Eddie.." I called out to him. "Eddie come on! We need to get out of here"

He looked over at me and smiled, before cutting the sheets and moving away the mattress and leaving.. I didn't know what to do in that moment. I yelled out loudly for him, watching as he ran away.

Dustin started speaking, sputtering nonsense. I grabbed a chair and did my best, jumping through the open gate, I could hear Dustin screaming for me but.. I couldn't let him go. Not without me. I was suppose to protect him.. like any good boyfriend would. I didn't care about anything else anymore, he needed me.

I fell through the gate, slamming my back harshly on the ground with a crack. I cried out and held onto my torch, slowly standing up. I felt a tear rush down my face as I painfully moved. I started moving quicker, running out of the door to see Eddie biking away.. he was being chased by all the bats, and yelling for him to chase him.

I ran after him, trying my best to keep up. He was moving to fast, it was getting extremely hard to keep up, but I kept moving. I wasn't going to stop until it was okay.

I ran and ran and ran, until i finally started to get closer. He was standing in the middle. He grabbed the canteen of light fluid and dumped it all over the torch, the cloth on the torch, and it also got all over me.. but I didn't care.

I grabbed the lighter from my pocket, lighting it up and letting the fire burn. It burned largely, and I chased into the bats that tore away the skin at his sides. I waved the fire around everywhere, it started to get bigger.. Eventually spreading down to all it could get on me.

I yelled out and dropped the torch, the bats swarmed around as I yelled in pain, my jacket immediately catching ablaze. I could feel the heat blister my skin. God it was painful but it was moving them away.

But then they all just.. collapsed, and so did I. I dropped in pain, rolling out the fire on me and ditching the jacket. I was shaking.. I could barely see.. but I knew the job wasn't finished. I couldn't move.. but I needed to. I needed to do it.

I could hear him, Dustin was screaming to us, and I took a deep breath. I crawled, desperately pulled myself over to Eddie and sat up.

"Y-Y/n.. Y/n is it you.." He whined. I looked over him, pulling the layers off him and then using all the strength I had to tear clot h away from his clothes, trying to wrap his wounds. I didn't try and waste my breath saying anything till I was done.

"Y/n.." he said again, and as soon I was done I held him. I held him close to me, I didn't even realize I was crying.. I just stared at him.

"Eddie.. Eddie- It's all gonna be okay, We're gonna get you to a doctor.. come on-" I trued to get him up, and Dustin finally got over. "Dustin.. D-Dustin help me please, we have to save him.." I cried.

"Y/n.. Y/n please-" Eddie whined, and I sat there with him. He smiled at me. "I didn't run.. I didn't run this time.." Tears welled in his eyes, he was covered in blood.

"No you didn't.." Dustin looked down to him.

I choked out "You didn't run.. I'm proud of you.. You're so strong Eddie, and we're gonna get you help.." I whimpered.

"This.. Is my year.." he breathed out. " '86.. The year of the freak.." he reached up and ran his hands through my hair. "Kiss me.. one more time, please.." he asked.

I felt my lips quiver, and I didn't care if I could get infected by his blood.. pooling away from his mouth. I didn't care. I leaned down and kissed him, feeling his blood stain my lips and any of my face. I tangled my hands into his hair and tilted my head. It was a long kiss.. and I knew there it would be my last.. so I tried to let it last.

I pulled away, looking down at him. I caressed his cheek. "Eddie please.. I love you so much.. please don't leave me.." I cried to him.

"I.. love you, my dove.." He choked out, looking at Dustin and reaching for him. Dustin took his hand and looked at him. "Take.. care of the sheeps.. the l-lost sheep.." he smiled before slowly sinking in my arms. I could feel his body let go, and his chest stopped moving.

I looked to Dustin who was crying and then back down at my former love.. and pulled him into my chest, feeling myself start to sob. I heard the thunder roll across the land.. but I just kept crying. He was my everything.. and now, there's nothing. I didn't know how I was suppose to move on.

There was silence beyond the storm. I sat there with his corpse in my arms.. I couldn't just leave him.

"Y/n.." Dustin said to me. "We have to go now.."

I sat up and kissed his forehead one last time. Dustin took his necklace and I took his bandana and jacket. We started to walk, Dustin held me up. I hissed as he touched the burned flesh. God it hurt. It all hit me how much it hurt.

I looked back to Eddie one last time, I couldn't help but be upset. I wanted to give him a proper burial, and I definitely was going to do some kind of burial.

Dustin reminded me that we needed to just find our way and get out. I nodded as we limped out way out of this.

----

When we finally got out, we waited for the rest. Steve, Robin, and Nancy finally came through. I was numb, like my mind was stuck.. on a vast loop.

"Where's Eddie?" Steve said, and finally looked up at them, and they saw my condition. I started to cry again.

"We need.. to get Y/n and Dustin to a hospital.. Now" Nancy said as she came over to me. I just leaned in her for a second and we got out of there, going back to the thing we call a ride.

----

Steve had been driving, I was sitting in the back with Robin. Nancy and Robin were trying to help patch up what they can while we went to a hospital, everyone was gonna go there because Max was.. also on the way to the hospital.

I looked at Robin and sniffled "He didn't run away this time.." she looked at me, tears in the corners of her eyes. "He fought them.. And I couldn't s-save him"

She looked up to who I assumed was Nancy and Dustin. There was silence.. the entire ride. Beside for the sniffling sounds from us, mostly me. He was gone.. and there was nothing else I can do.

📍some more time later, a day or so📍

I was laid on my stomach, I felt like Jonny Cade in this moment. Dustin was in another room, and the doctors said he was gonna be okay. They said I needed to stay here though, because I had third degree burns all down my back and arms.

I heard the door open and someone entered. I didn't look up, I was too numb to all the feeling.

"I heard what happened" a voice rang out through the quiet. A voice all too familiar.

He came and sat in a chair beside me. "It's.. Horrible to see this.. I'm-" he sniffed. "I'm sorry, for your loss.. Eddie was a great guy I heard, Mike.. Mike told me about him" I smiled. "Dustin said he was a hero, and you loved him.."

There was a little more silence, before I finally talked. "He was.. everything I ever wanted, and I.. I did love him" I looked over to Will. "I did love him"

He smiled at me. I knew. Will always trusted me, he knew he could come to me for anything. He says I was the first one he told, and I was glad about that.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do without him now, I have.. nothing else to work for.."

"But you have Us.. You have Dustin, and you have me.. We're back to stay, and.. A-And we'll always be here" he spoke to me. I just sat there, my glassy eyes staring at him.

"Yeah.. yeah.." I sighed and looked down. I heard the door open, and heard people all walk inside.

"Y/n?" Dustin said to me. "Are you okay?" He walked over and stood by Will. Everyone kind of stood around, I saw everyone there.

Steve, Robin, Nancy.. Then, Jonathan, Mike, El, and some random guy with long hair.. Then Dustin and Will. I looked up at them and took a deep breath, it caught in my throat and I started to cough. Dustin took attention to that and tried to make sure I was okay.

"What defines okay anymore.. I'm alive yes.. Doctor says I have a good chance of living.." I took a deep breath "But.. b-but I lost a chunk of me.. That i'm never going to get back" I looked up at him. "I lost my heart.. I lost my love, my sanity.. My everything.." I whined softly and everyone stared at me, almost guilty. "I lost Eddie"

"We all lost Eddie.. and I know it's hard but.. You know he would want you to keep going" Dustin nodded. "You know he would"

"I don't.." I took a deep breath "I know he would.. I know.." He handed me his bandana, hadn't been washed. I took it and held it close to me.

Robin and Steve told me what they were gonna do, how they were going to go down to the shelter. They were going to donate and do their best to help around. I just smiled and told him how that was a great thing.

I laughed softly and said "Tell my badass story.."

"You never quit y/l/n.. you never quit" Steve said.

They all started to leave, Dustin stayed behind for a second.. said he would catch up.

"We're gonna get through this, we're going to make sure of it" he grasped my hand, and I just nodded.

"I know.. I know we will. For Eddie.."

"For Eddie.." Dustin nodded, before he left. I heard him step away, and then the loud sound of the shutting door.

I sighed and held the bandana close to me. It's almost like I could feel him around. I felt the tears start to prick the corners of my eyes. I buried my face with the bandana into the hospital bed and felt myself start to cry again.

He was the love of my life, it was.. till death do us part. The world caved in on us, and he was with me the whole time.. but yet I still couldn't save him. At least he knew I loved him.. and that he loved me. I could die with those words.

I felt a pain burn in my chest and I whined, closing my eyes. I just laid there, until eventually my body caught up with me.. and my mind went black. I just smiled, and laid there in peace. It was you.. That I will lie with, as the World Caves In.

🌀🌀🌀🌀 oh lord 🌀🌀🌀🌀

Sweet mother of whatever the fuck shshssh i am so sorry, so sorry for all you reading this. Yeah I know it's cliche and weird and really.. Oh well Idc, Idgaf. I need angst somewhere in my life and am detailed in writing because i'm dramatic asf so i apologize for this dramatic piece😭💀💀💀

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #fanfic #stranger things #stranger things season four #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things volume 2 #eddie x male reader

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