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moonydustx · 2 days

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Hey, Brazilian here!!! Can you write about Law x Sick!Reader?

Oi oi! Mais um dia, mais um atraso om os pedidos. Primeiro, muito obrigada pelo seu pedido <3 Aqui e aqui temos algumas histórias sobre Law x Sick!Reader. Mas como é quase irresistível escrever sobre nosso pirata favorito, hoje eu trouxe mais uma. Espero de verdade que goste!

And here’s the translation: Hi Hi! Another day, another delay with orders. First, thank you so much for your request <3 Here and here we have some stories about Law x Sick!Reader. But since it's almost irresistible to write about our favorite pirate, today I brought one more. I really hope you like it!

Requests are back soon, don't give up on me!

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The isolated

Law x Sick!Reader (F!Reader)

warnings: idiots who don't know how to show their feelings, maybe there is a wrong use of DF, certainly medical errors because I'm not very good at writing this topic.

The sun shone brightly outside the Polar Tang, matching the summer island you had stumbled upon. Beaches, parks, and even a small forest trail awaited you, and despite Bepo's grumbles, it promised to be a good time to relax.

"Are you two staying here?" you adjusted your backpack on your back and stopped beside your captain. "There's so much to do."

"I only leave here to buy ice, or ice cream." Bepo, sprawled on the deck, grumbled. Your eyes soon turned to the captain's.

"And you?"

"Maybe I'll go to the city later, need to buy some things." he said, assessing you from head to toe. "Aren't you going to the beach with them?"

"Not really. From what I saw, there's a pretty cool trail to hike, I can take the opportunity to get some new herbs."

"Hm, alright." he replied, returning to contemplating Bepo suffering in the heat.

"Any problem, Captain?"

"No, nothing serious." Lie. The invitation for you to accompany him on the small visit to the city lingered on his lips, but apparently, it would stay there. "Enjoy your trail."

"Thanks, Captain! I'll be back before the end of the day."

You disembarked from the ship without further difficulties, following the small map you had bought earlier. On the Polar Tang, Law watched from afar as you walked away. He held a certain fondness for you - one you would never suspect - making it difficult for him to approach. Despite the shared breakfasts and the plant and herb lessons you gave him, which he insisted on attending despite knowing most of the content already, he enjoyed being with you. It was a pity he didn't know there was a reciprocal feeling on your part.

On the other hand, you even expected an invitation to accompany him, but just as he didn't seem very interested in being on your trail, he also didn't seem interested in your company. The hours passed without end, and with each passing moment, you grew more and more exhausted. Even before the sun set, you were already making your way back up to the Polar Tang.

"What the hell happened to you?" Shachi was the first to ask, catching your attention as you headed towards the submarine's interior.

"What the hell what?" you looked over, seeing nothing abnormal except for the fatigue and heat in your body, likely from all the walking.

"We better call the captain." Jean Bart advised and didn't wait for a response, running further into the submarine.

You tried to see something in some reflection as you watched your colleagues avoid you as if you carried the plague within you. Your irritation with your friends was replaced by concern as soon as Law saw you. You expected a scolding, you expected some acidic comment from him, but you didn't expect the lack of words, except for the ones that made you teleport with him straight to the medical ward.

"Captain, what's happening?" you stumbled backward as he guided you not so gently to a stretcher.

"Open your mouth." he completely ignored your question, and you could tell he was more worried than usual, so you just obeyed. With a small flashlight, he checked what you believed was just your throat. "Can you breathe normally, have you felt anything?"

"I'm just a bit tired, that's all. I don't understand all this fuss." you grumbled.

Only then did Law realize that indeed, you knew nothing of what was happening or why everyone had practically become concerned. Looking for a mirror and finding it impossible to find one in the medical ward of the Polar Tang, he grabbed a small sterilized steel tray and passed it to you, indicating that you should look at yourself.

"What?" your cry echoed through the enclosed room. Your face, neck, and every piece of skin you could see were adorned with red and swollen lumps. "Law, what's happening to me?"

"At first, I thought it might be an allergic reaction. But with unobstructed airways, I rule out that possibility, given the size of these lumps, if it were an allergy you shouldn't be breathing." he touched your face, gently turning it from side to side.

"And you're speaking so calmly?"

"If I spoke more agitatedly, you'd get nervous, your body would pump your blood faster, and if it were poison it would only take a few minutes for you to drop dead here." again, that calmness in dealing with serious matters infuriated you. "It might be that," he muttered to himself.

"Poison? Am I poisoned?" you stood up and immediately stumbled, leaning against his arms. "Am I going to die?"

"Probably, maybe, and no." he helped you sit back down. "Just give me a minute, I suspect what it might be."

He disappeared from your sight, and immediately, it was as if exhaustion dominated your body. You allowed yourself to lie down and wait for a few minutes. When your eyes were already heavy - even though less than five minutes had passed - you saw him appear with a book in hand.

"Can you stand up and take off your clothes?" he asked, seeing you nod, even though it took minutes just for you to stand up.

Remaining only in underwear, Law took care not to touch your body disrespectfully. The lumps already occupied almost your entire skin, giving him some trouble finding what he needed. After turning you around a few times and bending down to see better, he unfortunately found what he suspected.

"Here!" he pointed to the side of your body and again picked up the small steel plate that served as a mirror. As soon as he showed you, you could locate two red dots. Law then stood up and took the book he had brought. "It's a type of bug common on this kind of island."

"And what does that mean?" you leaned on the cot, not bothering to put your clothes back on.

"Well, it's going to be a few difficult days, and I'll need to isolate you from the rest of the crew, but you'll be fine."

"What do you mean by difficult days?" you tried to grab his book, but he didn't allow it. The way the symptoms were written was much scarier than it should have been in reality, at least that's what he hoped.

"Some symptoms are quite annoying, but with the right treatment, in about six to seven days, you'll be cured." he explained, watching you nod slowly. "It's normal to feel a bit tired at first; you might feel a bit itchy tomorrow too."

"You said you're isolating me here, is there a risk I've contaminated someone?" contaminated you, you wanted to add, but preferred to keep the thought to yourself. "I haven't touched anyone, but you never know."

"Contamination is through fluids, so no, for now, we'll all be fine. Here, I can still use my fruit to ensure a bit more protection for myself." he closed the book and stooped down, picking up the clothes you were wearing. "I'll get rid of this, alright?"

"Can you ask Ikakku to bring something for me to wear?"

"You're isolated, for a few days, only I will be able to come here, okay?" His hand almost touched you, but retracted in the last moments. "While you're not feeling better, we'll stay here on the island, but visits to the trail will be prohibited to everyone. I'll bring your clothes in a few minutes."

Law left and left you alone for a few moments, only returning to bring your pajamas. Even though you said it didn't need to be that type of clothing, Law warned that you would still be thankful for it.

On the first day, you were completely alone as the captain made sure that no one was infected and that everyone was aware of the necessary precautions. The lumps on your face seemed even redder, and when you noticed, you were already scratching and clawing, seeking some relief from the agony crawling on your skin.

"Don't scratch, you'll regret it." Law's voice appeared, and only then did you realize that he had entered the room. "It'll hurt more afterward."

"But Captain!" you grumbled and brought your nails back to your legs, barely reaching them before he grabbed your wrist. "It's itching too much!"

"I brought this." Only then did you realize that he had come armed with things. In one hand, a small pot that from the smoke and aroma, should be food. In the other, a small bag. "Here are ointments that can help, Ikakku also set aside some more clothes and other things that you might need."

You barely waited for him to finish speaking and began rummaging through the bag, searching for the ointment. As soon as you smeared it wherever you could reach, under his attentive gaze, you didn't need to ask. It only took a single exchange of glances for him to reach out and take the ointment from you. As soon as the cold cream reached your back - and perhaps because of the gentle way his fingers slid - you swore you could melt.

"I think it's good." He returned the tube and lowered your blouse carefully. "I brought soup for you."

"I'm not hungry."

"But I need you to eat, please." His eyes seemed to plead on their own, making it almost impossible for you to refuse.

Law stayed longer than the day before, watching you eat and updating you on what had happened outside. From Shachi and Penguin almost getting beaten up by two women on the beach, to Bepo swimming with buoys and several other amenities. Although he stayed longer than the day before, it didn't take long for Law to leave you alone again.

The next morning, you understood what Law meant about regretting scratching. The vivid memory of your nails scratching your body was replaced by an unbearable burning sensation, which left you almost immobile. Except that it also itched, making you seek friction, however minimal. That morning, you were taken out of bed by Law's appearance. A tray was in his hand, and as soon as he placed it on the table, he transported two more bags in.

"How are you feeling today?" he stopped by your side, looking at your still-laying face. "Burning, isn't it?"

"Like hell!" you grumbled, and saw him laugh, as if to say he had warned you. "Can you fix this?"

"At best, alleviate it." he warned, and saw you nodding against the sheets. "But first, breakfast." His tattooed hand stretched out, and you used it as support to sit up.

Grabbing the bread and juice glass, you pushed the fruits in his direction.

"Eat too." he just waved his hand, and you insisted. "Please, Captain. It'll make me feel less strange."

"Okay, just a little." He grabbed one of the grapes and ate.

As soon as you finished, Law used the power of the Ope Ope no Mi to get you to a shower, and apparently, he had already left that isolation for you. He leaned against the outside and left you alone, washing your body. Even against his will, Law could hear your grumbles and sniffs, he knew that the contact of the water against the skin would be torture at that moment, but it was the best solution he could think of. How he wished he could take that pain away from you.

In the afternoon of that same day, you didn't expect to see him again, until once again he appeared in the room, armed with things that barely crossed your mind of what they could be.

"I-I…" he started, feeling a little insecure. He felt that perhaps, just maybe, he might be crossing the line between doctor and patient. "I believe you might be feeling lonely."

"You have no idea." you weakly laughed, accepting the package he offered. Some books, crosswords, and candies were piled in the package. "That's very kind of you captain, thank you."

"I brought more of these too." He piled some books next to you, with a glance you realized they were comics. "They help me pass the time, I think they might help you too."

"This is that story... Sora, right?" you flipped through some, excitedly. "I've always heard about it and even tried to read it, but I confess I didn't understand much."

"What didn't you understand?" he sounded almost offended, sneaking a peek at what you were talking about.

The idea was for him to just leave things there and leave you alone, but it seemed almost impossible that afternoon. Law got lost in the hours, what was supposed to be a simple explanation ended with him reading some issues aloud to you. He only realized this when he heard your stomach growl, knowing it was already dinner time.

In the following two days, you alternated between scratching, trying to avoid scratching, getting scolded by Law, and him losing hours again, talking to you. It had reached the point where Law and you were counting the hours to know when you would see each other's faces. You because you loved the company of your captain and how soothing his voice sounded when he read, or how he got excited gossiping about the "outside world," and Law felt he needed to see you up close, to ensure that you were and would be fine.

The last bout of symptoms was what worried Law, and it was when he entered the room and found you lying on the floor in a fetal position that he knew it had finally arrived. Although it meant that the illness was leaving your body, he knew it would be the most painful part.

"Law." your tearful voice called him as soon as he picked you up to put you back in bed. "My body hurts so much."

"I know, I know." he tried to calm you down and saw you curl up even more. "I promise, just one more day, and you'll be okay."

"I don't know if I can handle a whole day with so much pain." you sobbed and hugged yourself. "It hurts to breathe, it hurts to move, and-I-I don't know what to do."

He sighed, trying to think of how he could take that away from you. It was just one more day of symptoms, but it hurt him to hear from your mouth that you couldn't handle it. Just one more day, one more day, and you would be well again.

"Do you remember when the pain started?" he stepped away to start preparing a serum with medications for you.

"About two hours ago." you whispered, pulling the blankets against you and trying to press against your own body, the contact of your skin seemed like a relief.

"Okay, we have a few more hours ahead." he gently pulled your arm, and with the dexterity that only he could have, hit your vein on the first try, plugging the medication. "Maybe this will help a little with the symptoms."

Law stepped back again to get the book he had found the information about the insect that had bitten you. Most of it was that the symptoms were difficult, but they overcame themselves, and although it seemed like you were going to die, the probability was minimal. Pain and complications, pain and complications. Law finally found the topic he needed. When the disease was leaving the body, the heat provided by fire, blankets, humans could help, as well as pressure on the painful area.

"I have an idea." he murmured and began to take off his shoes.

While you were lying down, barely having strength to open your eyes, you saw him take off the shoes he was wearing and take off the hat he had on. The first thing he did was cover your head with the hat, making sure to keep as much of the top of your face covered and warm. Soon, he climbed onto the bed with you, his legs intertwined with yours, and his hands began to press against your body, promoting such relief that it drew a sigh from your lips and allowed you to stretch.

"Sorry." he apologized, his hands now pressing against your back intensely. "It's the best I could think of quickly."

"It's perfect." with some difficulty, you turned to him. "Thank you for taking care of me, Captain."

"This is my duty, isn't it?"

"Well, not when I'm a mess here, in pain, and crying." you tried to laugh, but a memory of a conversation you had some time ago struck you. "Enough, Law, you need to step back."

"And why would I do that?"

"Why do you think? Contact equals contamination, don't you remember?" you grumbled. Even though the massage he provided was the relief you needed, the last thing you wanted was to infect him.

"You're no longer so contagious. You're on the last day of the illness, full of symptom medications, and I'm protected, there's no possibility of you infecting me." he explained and felt your hand against his chest, trying to push him away. "Don't you believe me?"

"I'm a mess here, of course I'll infect you."

Instead of answering you, Law just stole a quick kiss from your lips, in an impulse of courage to show a little of what he felt and in the desperation to stop you from continuing to push him and, consequently, pushing himself out of the bed.

"I wouldn't do this if you were contagious, you know that." he simply said and pulled you closer, allowing your face and body to almost merge against his skin. "Now let me take care of you."

The last day of the illness passed faster than you expected, mainly because much of it you spent sleeping in the arms of your captain, who didn't stop for a second trying to ward off the pain from you.

The next day, you were finally free to walk around the submarine, take a shower freely, choose your own clothes, free from the small medical ward you spent those days in. As soon as you finished putting on your uniform, two knocks on the door caught your attention.

"Can we talk?" Law inquired, not waiting for the answer to enter the room. "About yesterday…"

"There's nothing I would change about that." you interrupted him, and you swore you could see a certain blush on his face. "Except the pain, I thought I was going to die."

"I would never let that happen."

"Captain?" you approached, stopping a short distance from him.

"Law, please." he corrected you. He liked to hear his title leave your lips, but hearing his name was a much more savory experience.

"Law, aside from all the pain and stress, it was good to spend these days alone with you." you confessed, seeing him nod. "Although I'm also ridiculous with those lumps that have now turned into scars, I really should have listened to you."

"Don't say that, even if you wanted to, you wouldn't be that." he refused to name you in such a rude way. "And I also enjoyed our time together."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I want to do it right." he cleared his throat, adjusting his posture and asking the question that could avoid all the stress of you having gone to do the damn trail. "Will you accept to visit the city with me?"

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justmeinadaze · 2 days

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Hi! I’m 23 but requesting anonymously because this is a similar situation I experienced and wished someone would have been there for me.

I was wondering if you would be interested in writing a Steddie x reader story where the reader recently lost her grandma who she lived with in a two bedroom apartment. It’s left the reader financially strapped and she posts an ad for a roommate. Steve and Eddie are looking for a place and sees the ad. Steve is a nurse and Eddie is a mechanic or masseuse (two extremes but I feel like Eddie is always a mechanic lol).

The reader is really withdrawn and struggling with grief because her grandma was all she had. She is working two jobs and not taking care of herself. She wears herself out and gets sick. She’s really resistant to letting anyone take care of her. And she doesn’t talk to Steve and Eddie much because she’s trying to hide her struggles and doesn’t want to bother them. And it’s an adjustment to living with other people. Steve and Eddie have a huge soft spot for the reader and want to take care of her.

There can be smut or no smut in this or if it would happen to turn into two or more parts! You’re a talented writer so I have no doubt you will write this beautifully!

A/N: It took me awhile to get to this because it struck a cord with me. I get this. I am this minus a Steve and Eddie.

I think I've mentioned it before but my father suddenly passed away 10 years ago and it destroyed me. I still deal with the aftermath of that to this day. Not only do I struggle with that grief but I struggle with how I was and have been treated which is why I am a big advocate on taking the time to feel what you feel and no matter what anyone says THERE IS NO TIME LIMIT ON GRIEF.

The doctor experience I write in this story happened to me and the chaos of that...I can't even... But yeah...more than anything I want anyone who's grieving a loved one to know, you are not alone, you are not broken, your feelings are valid, and I love you <3.

The title of this comes from "Guernica" by Brand New. I was thinking of this song when I got the request because the lead singer wrote it for his grandfather who was sick in the hospital.

P.S. I am more than willing to write another part to this. I wanted to focus on the emotional aspect more than a smutty aspect for this first part.

Warnings: Topic of Grief and loss of a family member, panic attack mentioned in slight detail, Steve and Eddie have an established relationship here.

"I submit no excuse

If this is what I have to do

I owe you every day I wake

If I could I would shrink myself

Sink through your skin to your blood cells

Remove whatever makes you hurt

But I am too weak to be your cure

Is this the way a toy feels when its batteries run dry?

I am the watch you always wear but you forget to wind."

“So, um, yeah the rent is $1300 including utilities and it’s due on the first of the month. You can leave it on the counter here and I can take it down to make the payment.”

Watching them go through her room was like being stabbed in the chest. When your grandmother passed, a part of you died with her and it killed you even more when you had to slowly begin removing things from her room to make space for a new roommate. Your grandma was your everything basically being a mother to you when everyone else disappeared. When she got sick it, it was no brainer to have her move in so you could look out for her with as much love and care as she had you growing up.

For four years, she fought her disease until heaven decided it was time for her to go home. After that you began to spiral and not just personally but within life. When did everything become so expensive? Even in your rent-controlled apartment, you could barely afford the bills because everything else around you escalated to the point where now you couldn’t even take out a small loan to get groceries because your credit was so fucked up.

You didn’t want to get a roommate and avoided the notion as long as possible but when it was becoming harder and harder to live day to day, you finally gave in.

You were surprised when a boy answered your ad you had placed in the paper but when he told you their story, you couldn’t help but sympathize.

“Yeah, my boyfriend and I are looking for a nice, safe place. The small town we were living in was already harassing him for the way he looks but when they found out we were together… I knew I needed to get us both out of there.”

“We can take it if you want. I don’t want you to feel like you have to take care of everything.”, the pretty boy who introduced himself as Steve responded as he leaned against the wall next to you.

“I mean it’s no problem. I work a couple of jobs so I usually leave pretty early anyway.”

“Me to. Well, it’s more like me coming in early because I work overnights from time to time. I’m not sure if the hospital over here is the same but… yeah. What, um, what do you think, babe?”

The longhaired boy who told you his name was Eddie beamed widely your way.

“I love it. Are you sure we won’t be bothering you, sweetheart? We’re nice guys, we swear.”

“No. No bother.”

Both men glance towards each other at your sullen tone before Steve extended his hand towards you with an equal large but soft smile of his own.

“We’ll take it.”

***

You didn’t anticipate how hard it was going to be having someone in the apartment again let alone people that reminded you of her. Before she retired, your grandmother was a nurse and when the scent of hand sanitizer and hospital lingered on Steve’s admittedly beautiful hands, your mind shifted to the stories she would tell you about her late nights talking with patients in her care.

Through smell alone, you learned Eddie got a job as a mechanic at the shop down the street and the first night when the aroma of gasoline lingered you cried at the memories of being a little girl with your grandparents, sitting by your grandfather’s truck as he attempted to fix it for the 400th time.

Loneliness began to set in almost immediately after they moved in. They never actively displayed affection in front of you but there were moments when you were leaving for work and you’d pass by their open bedroom door to see them cuddled together. Sometimes at night when you would come home from your second job, you would hear Eddie talking to Steve over the phone while he was at work and he would giggle at something the man said on the other line before telling him how much he loved him.

You missed having someone care about you…

Your grandparents had always been there for you through everything; every breakup, rough patch in life, or just to have someone remind you that you were loved unconditionally…they were there.

When your grandmother lived with you, you laughed harder, smiled wider, and loved waking up in the morning. Now that all seemed so far away, so unattainable. You couldn’t ever picture yourself being happy like that again.

To avoid that pain, you ran around constantly. It’s not like you could stop anyway with how hard things got around you. Life moves on…you can’t stop just because you’re numb. You suffer through it just like everyone else.

“Y/N?”

At the sound of Eddie’s voice, you jumped shattering the glass in your hand.

“Fuck, I’m sorry—”

“No, no. That was my fault. You seemed lost in thought. Don’t move, I can clean this up here.”

Nodding, you stood still as you watched him run to grab a broom before your brain caught up with you.

“Wait! Wait, um, don’t…don’t throw away the glass. This was, um, someone in my family gave me this cup.”

“Oh, uh, ok. Well, I don’t see a lot of little pieces. I can try and fix it for you. Do you feel comfortable coming into our room?”

Silently, you headed in that direction, pausing in front of the bed as the metalhead shimmed around you to dig in the desk drawer by the window. Everything in the room was completely different. Where her bed with her yellow comforter used to be was now a bigger bed, higher off the ground with black sheets and blue pillowcases. Where her dresser used to be with the vanity that had photos taped to the mirror was now a much smaller 3 drawer shelf with a guitar hanging above it. On the nightstand, instead of medication and a photo of you with your grandparents, there was now a pack of cigarettes, empty beer cans, a photo of both men, and a book that was half read.

“Ok, I knew Steve had it around here somewhere. I’m clumsy as hell so he’s always fixing things I accidently break.”, Eddie mused as he sat on the floor and began to focus on his task. “So, um, how are you?”

You couldn’t help but breathily laugh at the awkward way he asked that making him smirk at the sound as you took a seat in front of him.

“I’m alright. I just have a lot going on, you know?”

“Yeah, you come and go a lot like Steve but he gets to sleep. What do you do if I may ask?”

“I’m actually a photographer for the paper.”

“Oooo paparazzi girl!” Eddie’s grin grows as his eyes take you in watching you genuinely laugh for the first time since they met you. “Is that why you come and go at weird hours?”

“Oh, no. When I’m not there, I have another job at the mall taking photos of like families and kids at Glamour Shots.”

“Yeah? Those shiny, glimmering photos? I keep trying to get Steve to take a couple of those with me but he gets adorably embarrassed.”

“How long have you two been together?”

“Geez, uh, almost 3 years now. Spent the first couple hiding our relationship because of our town and his parents, rich fuckers who think they control the moral high ground.”, he rolls his eyes. “A few months ago, he finally told them we were together and his parents kicked him out of his house. A couple weeks later, I got harassed at my job and that was the final straw. Steve packed our things and we drove out here.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“No reason for you to be, princess. You’ve been nothing but nice to us. Well, when we see you.”, he chuckles. “Steve gets worried sometimes that you push yourself too hard.”

“You don’t need to worry about me. I’m strong. I’ll be ok.”

“No one’s saying your weak, Y/N.”

“Good because I’m not!” You snap as silence falls over the room before Eddie displays the cup for you with his palm on the bottom.

“You may not want to use it for its purpose but keep it as a display.”

Without taking it from him, you rise to your feet and run to your room, slamming the door.

###########

Everything was loud.

Why is everything so loud?

You were running late for your second job and you couldn’t find the polo you wore for it. You felt disgusting, not having time to shower in what felt like an eternity and you were just so fucking exhausted. You couldn’t afford to lose this job nor calling in to rest. You had to make money. It’s what everyone else does.

Why is everything so loud?

As you opened your door, you were met with Eddie standing at the counter in the kitchen.

“Have, um, have you seen…”

“Y/N, are you alright?” Tears cloud your vision as you run your fingers through your hair and absently look around the apartment with your eyes. “BABE.”

You flinched at the metalhead’s loud but stern tone not even realizing that Steve was suddenly in front of you with his hands on your biceps.

“Y/N, what’s going on?”

“Let me go! I have…I have to…to go to work…”, you sobbed before your legs gave out and the world went black.

***

When your eyes finally fluttered open, it was pitch dark outside and your body felt incredibly drained. It felt like every bone in your body had become stiff as you carefully tried to sit up.

“Hey, no, no, no. Don’t move to quickly or we’ll lose you again.”, Steve cooed softly as he came up from behind you and sat down on his knees to help adjust you. “Good. Here, drink some of this but not too fast.”

When he handed you the bottle of water, you gladly sipped it as his concerned eyes scanned you over.

“How are you feeling?”

“Heavy.”

“I’m not surprised. When you push your body as hard as you have at some point it pushes back. Do you think you can eat something while we talk?”

When you nodded, a plate appeared beside you as Eddie handed it to his partner.

“I’m going to ask you some questions purely from a medical standpoint, ok? Do you feel comfortable if Ed stays? He had a bit of a panic attack to when we couldn’t wake you up.”

“That’s fine.”, you whisper. “Is that what happened? I panicked?”

“Um, kind of, honey. This kind of seems like a slow build so I would say anxiety attack. We know you work pretty much around the clock and you told me when I called that you were struggling with cash. Has anything else been going on?”

“Someone…that mattered to me…is gone. Died.”

Eddie sat on the couch next you and without thinking brushed some of your hair behind your ear so they could see your face better.

“I’m sorry. How long ago?”, the nurse continued to inquire.

“On the 18th it will be 8 months.”

“And you’ve been doing everything you have?! Y/N.”, the metalhead sighed as his boyfriend gave him a look of warning as if to say tread carefully. “Sweetheart, you should be taking it easy so you can grieve.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m supposed to be fine by now.”, you murmur as you shrug your shoulders. “After my grandmother died, I got 2 weeks paid leave for bereavement. Two weeks. Two weeks of fucking casseroles, sympathies, and people checking in. After that time, everyone began to slowly disappear and I went back to work but I never…I never felt whole. I didn’t understand why everyone else seemed fine while I was still felt like I was dying.”

“After two months, I went to a doctor and told them how I felt. Do you know what she said? ‘After 6 weeks, it’s no longer grief but depression.’ That shook me. I thought to myself ‘well shit. I guess there is a time limit on grieving and there must be something wrong with me because I can’t get better!’”

The tears begin to fall at a faster pace and you let them go.

“I still have to work, pay my bills, live my life… but no one ever walked me through how to do that. No one ever showed me how to continue existing without the person you love…without someone who meant the most to you… I wasn’t prepared to be left alone without her.”

Eddie presses your head to his chest as you sob, his arms squeezing you tightly as he whispered that you were ok. Sudden heat warmed your side as Steve leaned his head against your shoulder as he intertwined his fingers with yours while your body trembled against them.

This had been a long time coming and you allowed the pain to wash over you till you fell asleep in their arms.

***

This time when you opened your eyes, you were bundled up in a blanket with your head still against Eddie’s chest with one hand comfortingly rubbing your arm while the other held a book he was reading.

“What are you reading?”

Tilting his head, his gentle eyes take you in as he grins and closes the book to show you the cover.

The Vampire Lestat.

“I love vampires but Steve likes werewolves. Should have known he’d break my heart one day.”, he teased as the other boy comes around and places a soda with more food on the coffee table in front of you.

“They are big dog like animals. How can you not like them? Y/N, I want you to at least eat a little bit of this, ok? You need to refuel.”

Not wanting to leave the metalheads comfortable embrace, you whine as you sit up until the smell of the pasta hits your nostrils and you realize how hungry you actually are.

“Slow! Goodness.”, Steve chuckles as he takes a seat on floor after serving his partner and himself as well.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had a home cooked meal. Usually, I’m eating microwaved food or something I pick up on the way to and from work. This is delicious, Steve, thank you.”

The three of you casually talk allowing you to really get to the know the men you had been living with. Eddie loved music and had been playing guitar since he was a little boy. He and his uncle had been fixing up cars since he moved in with him after his father went to jail. Steve learned in high school he enjoyed helping people and after he graduated he went to nursing school.

“My dad gave me shit because I’m ‘settling’ and not becoming a doctor. I like what I do though. As a nurse I get more one on one with patients and make them feel cared for which as you noticed is hard in today’s society. Doctors seem to care more about the money and not the person.”

His eyes drink in your demeanor as you smile, agreeing with his words. Your entire energy seemed different since the first time they met you. You seemed to be relaxing a bit more and some of what he assumed was your normal personality began to shine through.

“What about you, honey? Eddie told me you’re a photographer.”

Silently, you unraveled the blanket you had been tangled in and bounced to your bedroom, returning with some photos that you placed on the coffee table in front of them.

“This man here proposed to this girlfriend by painting a mural on the side of an abandoned building that the city was going to tear down. The mayor called it graffiti and they tried arresting him for it.”

“Oh, wow. That’s gorgeous. I hope this guy is making a ton of money in like New York or something.”, the longhaired boy grins.

“This young lady saved her baby brother from a fire.”

“This are amazing, Y/N. You are extremely talented. “

“What was this story about?”, Steve asked as he held up a photo of an older woman smiling on the couch by a window watching the rain.

“That’s my grandma.”, you softly smile as you take it from his hands. “This was about a year before she… I remember we were talking about some trivial stuff and suddenly she turned to me and said ‘Life is beautiful. Even something as small as listening to the rain is never something you should take for granted.’”

“I like that.”, Eddie responded with a tender tone that made you feel safe. “She was right. I know it’s hard with all the bullshit going on in the world but… I think we do need to stop and take a look around, you know?”

“Y/N, honey, we hope you know that you don’t have to do everything yourself. We can help you. We have some money in savings if you need to take a break and—”

“No. No, I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking, we’re offering.”, Steve insisted. “At least, quit your second job. You need a moment to breathe. We can help with any extra bills you may have until you really get back on your feet.”

Tilting forward, you kissed his cheek before leaning towards Eddie to do the same.

“Thank you…so much…”

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Over the next week, you felt more motivated to do things you hadn’t wanted to do over the past 8 months. You did what Steve suggested and quit your job at the mall. You began moving around and leaving the apartment for fun things instead of work. You accompanied the boys to a movie at the theater and took them to the lake where you basked in the sunlight all day.

You took the time to eat healthier, home cooked meals even offering to make your roommates a meal every now and again. Sometimes when you knew Steve would be out all night, you left some leftovers in the refrigerator and wake up the next morning with a note on the counter thanking you with a big smiley face.

One morning, however, you were surprised with something different. When you opened your bedroom door to get some coffee, you noticed a box with a big red bow on the top and a piece of paper attached to the side.

“Y/N,

There’s no bottom to the box so all you need to do is lift. I was afraid if we put this in an actual box it may break. Steve said it would be ok but I reminded him he fixes people not objects : ).

Eddie’s been working on this for a while but we thought after how well you’ve been doing, we just wanted to show you how proud we are of you and how much we’ve enjoyed having you in our lives.

Eddie & Steve”

Carefully lifting the wrapped box and placing it aside, you picked up the glass you had dropped and Eddie had tried to fix. The blank material now had an image of your grandmother you had showed them illustrated on to it with her head turned towards the window. Instead of watching the rain, when she looked out the window there was a detailed drawing of you grinning with your fingers tangled in your hair as you were moving it behind your ear.

He had painted it with light colors, giving her an angelic glow that broke you as you began to cry.

Your feet scooted against the floor as you hurried towards their door and knocked on it a bit too enthusiastically causing it to fly open with a panicked look on the metalhead’s half asleep face.

“What!? What’s going on? Where’s the fire?!”

You tackled your arms around his neck, not even realizing he was only in boxers. From the bed, Steve saw what was in your hand, smirking as he fell back against the pillow and slung his arm over his eyes.

“Thank you for this. You have no idea how much this means to me.”, you whispered.

When he finally realized nothing was wrong, his arms settled around your waist.

“I know what it’s like to lose someone you love. You’re not alone, Y/N. You don’t have to carry it all by yourself, ok?” As you pull away and let him go, his hands cup your face as he dries your tears. “Now go back to bed, you fucking weirdo. It’s too early.”, he teases as he lightly pushes you away making you giggle as he turns back around and crawls into bed.

“May I—”

Before you can finish your sentence, he lifts up the covers and Steve pats the mattress between them. Once you climb in, the pretty boy lifts his arm and circles it around you to tug you closer to his side. When your head rests on his bare chest, your surprised at how warm and comfortable he feels against you, looping your arm around him as you nuzzle into his skin. Another set of arms wrap around your waist pressing you against Eddie’s equally comforting frame.

His steady breath hitting your shoulder mixed with the other man’s heartbeat lulls you into the heaviest sleep you hadn’t experienced in a long time.

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cookies-over-yonder · 3 days

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two sides of the same coin

Adaine tries to relax her jaw. It doesn't work, and her ears are ringing, and fuck, her chest hurts so bad. "Adaine?" Riz. She tries to speak, but all that comes out is a sob.

for @kaseyskat

ao3

Adaine squeezes Boggy in her arms, feeling the tears slide down her face. She's curled up in a ball on her bed, and she can't breathe.

She's having a panic attack, and she knows it, but Jawbone isn't home. It's fine. She can handle it. That's what she told herself when she left movie night in the living room.

She tries to relax her jaw. It doesn't work, and her ears are ringing, and fuck, her chest hurts so bad.

"Adaine?"

Riz. She tries to speak, but all that comes out is a sob.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, can I touch you?" he asks, and his voice is quiet. Adaine doesn't think she's ever heard Riz sound so gentle.

She nods, and she feels a hand brushing her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her ear, and another hand holding hers.

"Can you look at me?"

She hadn't even realized her eyes were closed.

She opens them, and sees Riz starting back at her with wide and concerned eyes. "Hey, it's okay, I'm right here, you're safe, we're gonna do some deep breaths, okay? Can you follow along with me?"

She nods.

Riz takes in a deep, audible breath, and she follows along. And she lets it out, feeling more tears slide down her face. "So—sorr—"

"Stop that. Remember what Jawbone said? It's not your fault that your brain is giving you shit, so don't apologize."

Adaine whines despite herself, a childish whine that would get her trouble for were she still living with her parents.

But she doesn't get in trouble this time.

This time... she gets a hug.

"Just breathe, it's okay," Riz says softly, rubbing circles into her back, "I'm here for as long as you need."

Adaine breathes, and she buries her face in the crook of Riz's neck despite the height difference making it a bit of an awkward position.

She whines again, and it's an embarassing thing, but she can't help it. And Riz runs his hands through her hair, and she feels so small.

"You're safe, everything is okay, I promise," Riz says, "just keep breathing, you're doing so well."

Adaine keeps breathing, and she feels the post-panic attack fatigue hit harder than it has in a long time.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Riz asks after a moment, pulling away to look at her.

Adaine whines again, curling in on herself a little.

"It's okay if you can't talk, do you wanna go back to watching a movie with the others?"

She shakes her head.

"Okay, we can stay here," Riz says, brushing her hair out of her face again and planting a kiss on her forehead. She looks up in surprise, and he averts his gaze. "Um... my mom does that when I'm upset, I thought it might help."

Adaine nods, and she sees him let out a small sigh of relief.

"Are you feeling any better?" he asks, and she nods, and then she buries her head in the crook of his neck again. He wraps his arms around and holds her tighter. "We can just take a nap here if you want."

You sleep too, Adaine Messages him, and she hears him chuckle.

"I'm fine, you need rest," he says, and helps her shift into a lying down position, with Boggy between them. "Do you want me to stay here with you while you trance?"

She nods, squeezing Boggy and shifting so she's cuddled up against Riz.

He drapes an arm over her, pulling her closer.

"I love you, okay?" Riz says, wiping a falling tear off her cheek, and burying his face in her hair. "You don't have to be strong for everyone all the time. I'd rather help you than know you're struggling alone."

I could say the same for you, Adaine Messages him.

She feels Riz tense up a little. "That—that's not relevant right now."

Isn't it?

"You need your rest right now. That's a topic for another time."

Always avoidant.

"If I try to sleep too, will you get off my case?"

For now.

"Deal," Riz says, taking off his glasses and placing them on the bedside table before returning to cuddle with Adaine and closing his eyes.

And feeling a much more at ease, she closes her eyes too, focusing on Riz's protective embrace as she drifts off to trance.

#cookies writes and cookies wrongs #adaine abernant #riz gukgak #d20 #fanfic #fhjy #fantasy high

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zoozvie · 2 days

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You are there when Obanai gives Mitsuri her socks.

Pairing: Platonic or Pre-Relationship Obanai/Mitsuri/You

Description: Short little scene rewrite of when Mitsuri gets her gift. I imagined You to be a Hashira as well, but not much detail is described outside the scene.

Note: If you notice, first names are used in this story unless one character is addressing the other, as it is respectful to use last names. This is a time when you are still using formal honorifics, however, I hint that You and Mitsuri are closer because you don't use the "san" honorific. 1.2k word count. Not beta read.

Cross-posted on Ao3! Do not repost!

Conversation slowed as everyone indulged in their food. Mitsuri was already on her fourth bowl, impressively holding conversation with you while eating the first few rounds. You weren’t as sure of your ability to talk and chew so you only picked around some of your favorite food that you ordered. The both of you took up most of the conversation and more so directed your responses to include the very quiet man who sat next to Mitsuri. Obanai wasn’t as energetic as you and Mitsuri, but he seemed content with the sole cup of tea he ordered to listen to both of you chatter.

The silence washing over your table wasn’t uncomfortable, but the natural break in topics was the perfect opening for the Serpent Hashira to finally interject.

“Here,” Obanai reached out to hand over a pair of green striped socks to Mitsuri, and you had to wonder how long he had been carrying them. The Love Hashira paused her eating to stare at him wide-eyed.

“Huh? What’s this?” she politely covered her mouth when she spoke, making you smile into the next bite of your meal. Mitsuri was very cute.

Obanai was facing the opposite way to look out the window, avoiding any eye contact from either of you while Kaburamaru stretched between the two in front of you. Mitsuri stared at the fabric in Obanai’s hand, before looking at you questioningly. You just covered your mouth while shrugging your shoulders, hiding your grin at the two’s awkwardness.

With more urgency, she repeated, “What’s this? Iguro-san?”

“Take them.” He simply responded.

Mitsuri beamed, “Huh? For me?!” she asked a little redundantly.

Seconds went by before he gave a curt nod of his head, still completely facing away from her. Kaburamaru may as well have been acting as his eyes, the serpent taking in Mitsuri’s reactions and giving you glances every once in a while. You couldn’t stop grinning if you tried.

Mitsuri was all too thrilled to be given a gift. “Whaaat? I’m so happy!” She squealed in delight while gently taking the stockings. “I’ll treasure these! I promise!”

It certainly was a considerate gift, Mitsuri had just gotten her official Demon Slayer uniform and was too polite to decline the rather provocative female version. You even offered to get a new one for her that was more comfortable and modest, but even with promising not to hurt the creep that fitted her she said she didn’t want to cause any trouble and was fine with the outfit she had as is. The only thing troubling her was how cold she was going to be while moving so quickly in the skirt, which is one of the things she mentioned when you were walking together to the restaurant. How convenient for Obanai to have a solution on hand. You were entertained at all the material you could tease him with but held back for now.

“You don’t need to treasure them.” Obanai dismissed her.

“Wahhh really? But that would be such a waste.” She pouted while inspecting the stockings. You almost chuckled when you saw they matched her eyes. And hair for that matter.

“It’s fine.” He finally turns his head around to look in Mitsuri’s direction, no doubt still avoiding eye contact. “If they get ripped, I’ll just give you a new pair.”

You almost choke. The food you were chewing goes down too quickly and you hurriedly cough and face away from the table. Mitsuri’s call of concern for you is sated by a wave of your hand, as you go to pick up your cup to clear your throat, only to find it empty. Your cheeks are slightly red as you set it back down and try not to cough again until a different cup of tea is placed in front of you, and surprisingly it’s Obanai’s hand that’s retreating from it.

You nod politely in thanks and drink from his tea, cooling your nerves from your near embarrassment. You catch Mitsuri agreeing and telling Obanai her thanks again.

Once you’re in shape to talk again, you can’t handle holding back anymore. “Iguro-san, you’re saying Kanroji shouldn’t treasure the stockings you gave her because they can be replaced.” With both of their attention on you, you slyly sip from your new drink. “So does that mean she should treasure you instead?”

His eyes narrowed in betrayal that he really should have expected as Mitsuri perked up, eager to please.

“Oh! Oh! I can do that! Iguro-san don’t you worry, I will treasure you until the day I die!” She blabbered and Obanai turned away once again, but not before you got the satisfaction of seeing a hint of red appear around the edges of his bandages.

“What are you saying? That’s ridiculous.” He dismissed.

“Huh?!”

You chuckled. Being an instigator wasn’t your core personality - unlike people like Uzui who take it way too far, you grumble - but in the few times you’ve been near Obanai, to be able to pick up on his fondness for the bubbly pink-haired girl must mean he’s got it bad. You couldn’t help stirring the pot. Obanai was pretty cute too.

You went in for the kill.

“Oh my, as the Love Hashira, I would have figured you’d know more about these situations…” you put on a cheeky show by feigning embarrassment to what you were alluding to.

Mitsuri’s face was frozen until red flooded her entire head, you thought steam would come out of her ears. Her mouth opened and closed comically as her head whipped back and forth between Iguro and you.

“Ehhhhh? What’s that? Are you saying this was a declaration? Huh?! A confession?! Iguro-san, is that–”

“Enough making jokes.” Obanai cuts through with a deadly warning in the way he says your name. His multi-colored eyes glare menacingly at you, and if you wanted to make another joke about – is he scolding you for teasing him or Mitsuri’s honor? You’ll never know – you are persuaded against doing so lest he takes out his sword in the middle of the restaurant.

“Okay okay, sorry Kanroji. I’m just poking fun.” you try to diffuse her embarrassment. They both seem to let out a breath of relief, which amuses you greatly, and the small clicking of Mitsuri’s chopsticks is the only sound coming from the two as you make a quick trip to the counter.

When you return you have a new steaming cup of tea, “For the record, I don’t think treasuring you is a joke Iguro-san.” you say placing it in front of him. His posture stiffens and you can only see one of his eyes, studying you. Kabuarmaru moves closer in your direction and you use the distraction to avoid looking at either of the Hashira. Lifting a curled fist to the snake, his tongue darts out quickly which you know means he’s smelling you. Obanai relaxes some when you smile gently at his friend.

“You’re very sweet,” Mitsuri says your name. “You may tease your friends, but I know it’s because you really care about them. And if that’s true I don’t mind being teased by you, but only if you let us return the favor!” she grins with her fists cutely in front of her. Both Obanai and you are silently thankful for her breaking the tension between you, and your meal together continues as it once did.

You match Mitsuri’s smile, “I wish you luck in your endeavors, Kanroji-san.” You respond, jokingly formal, and she giggles.

If you got to spend more time with Mitsuri and Obanai, where's the harm in that?

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cobaltperun · 2 days

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Lost (29) - I Walk the Line

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Summary: To anyone on the outside, and to Tara’s friends, you were Tara’s fierce protector, the MMA fighter who’d take anyone on for Tara. The Guard Dog, as Amber called you. You had no idea you’d have to protect her from people who claimed they loved her. It didn’t matter. As long as you and Tara had one another there was nothing you wouldn’t be able to survive.

Story warnings: Scream violence, family issues, trauma, angst, certain sensitive topics

Word count: 4.8k

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-You give me cause for love that I can't hide, for you I know I'd even try to turn the tide-

Tara woke up to the sound of crying and was about to get up, but she felt a hand on her shoulder as she rubbed sleep from her eyes.

“I got this,” you were already sitting up and making your way to the switch so you could turn it a bit. The dim light just bright enough for you to see where you were going lit the room and Tara stretched a bit as she watched you leaning over your children. “Hey buddy, what’s wrong?” you picked the boy up and rocked him slightly. You weren’t doing anything else, so it seemed like he just woke up. Zack calmed down a bit in your arms and Tara had to stifle a laugh at that, from the looks of it your children calmed down when you held them just like she did. “There we go, everything’s okay,” you said softly, offering him your finger so he could grab it and Tara felt like melting at the sight in front of her.

And then her eyes widened when she heard Susan crying as well. She got up, smiling at you when you shrugged a bit and picked up your daughter. “She’s missing her twin,” she smiled, rocking Susan in her arms.

“Well, they are twins,” you agreed and then feigned a sighed and Tara heard the reason why. “Well, better get the diaper,” you laughed, carrying Zack along with you as you went off to deal with the mess.

Tara looked down at Susan, the baby was calm once again, grabbing onto a few strands of Tara’s hair and just looking at her with those huge brown eyes. “Should I go and get a diaper ready for you as well, little miss?” she teased as the girl just tugged at her hair.

A few minutes later you came back with Zack just about ready to fall asleep in your arms, so you laid him back down on the bed and Tara did the same with Susan. The babies once again fell asleep, and Tara just leaned against you.

“Should I rock you to sleep as well?” you teased, kissing the side of her head, and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

Tara grinned, smacking you on the stomach lightly. “Hush now, I don’t need rocking,” she laughed as quietly as she could to avoid waking the twins up.

You just went and lifted her up. “Yeah, you just need to be held,” you went over to her side of the bed and lowered her down. Tara wrapped her arm around your neck and pulled you down, kissing you deeply. You eagerly kissed her back, gently running your fingers through her hair while you pressed your other hand onto her pillow to support your weight.

“Oh, the things I’d do to you if I wasn’t sleepy,” Tara yawned a bit as you leaned down and kissed her neck a few times.

“Yeah?” you latched onto a particularly sensitive spot and bit lightly, prompting Tara to cover her mouth and muffle a moan. “Wanna fall asleep while I kiss your neck?” you blurted out and she just lost it, laughing way too loudly at that. It became a bit of a running joke ever since you fully recovered and every now and then one of you would bring that up.

You chuckled but tried to get her to stop laughing, or to at least keep it down. “Kids, Tara,” you tried, you really did, and she tried to get it under control as well, but it was too late, as mere moments later you heard loud crying, this time from both of your babies. “Well, up we go,” you separated from Tara and went back to the crib.

Tara, given that the damage was already done, took a moment to calm down from laughing too hard before getting up as well and took Zack from your arm so you could rock Susan easier.

~X~

The next day, around noon, Tara enjoyed peace and quiet with a cup of coffee next to her on the table, and Sam was just about to drop by. She was wrapped in blankets and just resting her eyes after washing the dishes when her phone buzzed. She glanced at it and saw it was just Sam saying she just parked outside, and soon enough Tara heard the front doors opening.

Tara sat up, untangling herself from the blankets and getting up to hug her sister. “Hey, I missed you,” she had just seen Sam last week, but that hardly mattered. She didn’t like being away from Sam for too long.

Sam just hugged her tightly. “I’m sorry, Tara, I just,” she paused and just took a deep breath instead of continuing.

Tara didn’t push, content to have her sister near and no longer fueled by anger. Sam was still struggling, but she was getting better.

“You look tired,” Sam noticed when she pulled back and looked at Tara.

Tara did, in fact, look tired, Zack and Susan kept waking each other up and they hadn’t even started teething yet. So, all things considered, neither you nor she had enough sleep during the night, still, she smiled brightly and looked toward the stairs where the bedroom was. “It’s worth every sleepless night,” she said softly.

Sam smiled at that. “I bet it is. Is Y/N upstairs with them?”

Tara nodded. You were upstairs, taking a nap with your kids and letting Tara take a break and spend some time with Sam. “She’s been amazing, Sam,” she said almost dreamily, and you were and Tara thought you were protective and gentle with her, but with your kids you took it to a whole new level.

Sam nodded. None of you really said it, but Sam still struggled to be around you, she still felt guilty for what happened even after you repeatedly told her to get over it. It really came down to the reason you somewhat forgave her, it wasn’t that you were okay with what happened, and Tara still didn’t know the extent of everything that happened between you and Sam. It was simply because Tara still wanted Sam to be a part of her life, so you, to keep Tara happy, moved on.

There wasn’t a doubt in any of your minds that if Sam wasn’t Tara’s sister that you wouldn’t keep in touch with her.

“I’m-“ Tara recognized the look on Sam’s face and placed her hand over Sam’s mouth.

“Don’t. I know, Y/N knows, it’s not fine, but I’d rather have you in my life than lose you over this,” Tara smiled slightly and nudged Sam’s shoulder. “Besides, my kids need an aunt,” even if Sam still wouldn’t hold them.

Sam sighed as the two of them went to the living room and sat down. “I still feel like my hands are too dirty to hold them,” Sam said, confirming Tara’s suspicion. “Maybe one day,” still, she left it at a maybe and Tara wasn’t about to argue. Sam needed time, and Tara would give it to her.

~X~

You woke up from your nap on your own, which was a welcome surprise. You blinked a few times, adjusting to the sunlight peaking through the window and saw the most beautiful sight you could possibly imagine. Tara was sitting on the other side of the bed, holding your children in her arms and singing softly as Zack and Susan gurgled and cooed at her.

You sat up slowly and your eyes met Tara’s as she kept singing, though a bit louder now that you were awake. You somewhat recognized the nursery rhyme she was singing.

“Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool? Yes, sir, yes, sir, three bags full,” she sang as you moved and sat behind her. Tara leaned back, pressing her back against you like she did so many times over the years and you leaned down to kiss her cheek.

“Need help?” you offered, already putting your arms around her own.

“No, but I like this,” she whispered, and so you stayed like that, without a care in the world, all four of you cuddled together as the soft breeze came through the slightly opened window. “Did we wake you up?”

You just shook your head. “I wish you did, I was missing out,” you replied, nuzzling your face against her neck, and leaving a couple of soft, innocent kisses.

“Y/N, look,” Tara suddenly gasped and you looked down at Susan, and sure enough, the two and a half months old girl smiled up at you, and as if encouraged by his sister Zack went and did the same.

“They have your smile,” you were mesmerized, just watching the first actual, large smiles on the twins’ faces.

“You think?” Tara asked, just as breathless as you.

You couldn’t speak, you just nodded, grinning widely and pulling your family just a bit closer.

“Talk about a slightly early birthday gift,” Tara pointed out, laughing slightly when she remembered she’d turn twenty-five in three days.

“Guess they know how to treat their mom,” you said, still unable to wipe the grin off your face. “Say, what cake do you want?”

Tara thought it over, humming slightly and leaning the back of her head on your shoulder. “If you really have to-”

“Which I do,” you interrupted playfully.

Tara couldn’t smack you with her hands full, so she just lightly nipped at your ear. “How about a cheesecake? We haven’t had one in a while and it won’t take you too long to make it,” she suggested, and you nodded. Cheesecake it is.

~X~ March 2030 ~X~

You were reading a bedtime story to the twins, a bit tired from the work but more than ready to spend some time with your kids. Tonight, you were reading The Lion King to them. It was one of their favorites and they eagerly settled down on each side of you as you kept reading through Simba’s tale. Around the time you reached the confrontation with Scar Zack got fussy and moved to your lap, but you managed to finish the story.

Unfortunately, it didn’t seem either of them were ready to fall asleep, as Susan drew random shapes on the pillow. Guess she got that from Tara as well, and you honestly couldn’t help but smile at that.

Zack reached up all of a sudden and touched your jaw. “Boo-boo,” your eyes widened and you just looked at him. “Mama,” he babbled when you didn’t respond to him as quickly as he was used to.

“Sorry, yeah, it’s a boo-boo,” you gently caressed the back of his head, ruffling his hair in the process and making him giggle.

Susan seemed to get curious as well, as she crawled from the bed to your lap. “Hurts?” she patted the scar as well, not sure how it got there, hell, you were sure this was the first time they properly noticed that wasn’t exactly supposed to be there.

“Not anymore,” you replied, smiling when the two settled down in your arms.

“Oh,” Zack mumbled, already feeling sleepy, his attention was no longer on the scar as he curled up a bit and closed his eyes.

They quickly fell asleep, and you found yourself touching the old scar. It’s been almost a decade since you got the scars from that night at the hospital. If you told your sixteen-year-old self this was the life you would be living she’d laugh at you and probably get into a fight. That you’d be married to Tara, have two wonderful children, that you’d be a retired MMA world champion, that you’d have a successful company that allowed your family a very comfortable life, that you’d have all of this before turning thirty and that you’d be the happier than ever and excited about life.

Tara slowly opened the doors, just to make sure she couldn’t wake the twins up if they were asleep and smiled when she saw the three of you cuddled together on the bed.

“Hey, you look like something is on your mind,” she leaned down to kiss the twins on the tops of their heads before softly kissing you as well.

“I’ve been thinking about the past, how I couldn’t even begin to imagine this life when I was a teenager,” you told her, for once leaning into her touch as she sat down next to you. And while making sure Zack and Susan were still comfortable and asleep you moved so you could rest your head on Tara’s chest.

She ran her fingers through your hair, and all the tension in your body, all the exhaustion accumulated during the day gradually disappeared. “Did something happen?” Tara asked you. She was too in tune with you, granted you were the same with her.

“Zack noticed the scar, it just took me by surprise,” you told her, having no reason to hide what just happened. Besides, both of your kids just noticed, wanted to know if you were in pain and when you said you weren’t let it go.

Tara still tensed behind you and hugged you from behind. “You’re my hero, you know? The love of my life and the mother of my children,” she whispered softly, moving to get the kids off you. You were about to get up to help her, but she just pushed you back on the bed and put Zack and Susan in their own beds. Then, with a soft, gentle smile on her face she lay down next to you and pulled you closer so you could fall asleep in her arms.

~X~

A few days later, on your insistence, Tara took Zack and Susan out to the local park. Normally you’d go with them, and you’d spend time there as a whole family, but there was something you really should have done earlier.

The front doors opened, and you leaned back into your armchair, relaxed and ready to finally have the necessary conversation with the woman that just walked in. Sam froze, expecting Tara and the kids to be there, yet you were the only one she could see.

“Hey, Sam,” you said, getting up and approaching her. It’s been almost three years since you and Sam were alone, and it’s been almost three and a half years since you and Sam were on actual good terms. “I think it’s about time we talk this out,” you told her, hands held in your pockets and expression fairly neutral.

“Y/N,” she began, but then just sighed, accepting her current circumstances. “I figured this would happen soon. Did Tara convince you to talk to me?” she asked as you reached over to the table and grabbed the remote so you could turn the TV off.

“Nope, she agreed we need to do this though,” you replied and turned toward the kitchen. “I have ojo de pancha, want some?” you were trying to bury the hatchet with Sam, not start a fight, so, as a kind of an olive branch you made ojo de pancha.

“Uh, sure, I’d like some,” Sam said, though you could hear some uncertainty in her voice.

You took your time, preparing the coffee and serving the pastries on the plate. You did take Sam by surprise, well, it was a bit of a payback for framing you, and you and Tara were sure she wouldn’t have agreed to come if she knew she’d be alone with you.

When you came back to the living room you found Sam fidgeting with a loose strand of her shirt. She definitively quit smoking, and she hasn’t touched alcohol ever since you ended the cult, and that was part of the reason for trying to reconcile with her. You remembered the first time you made the pastries for Sam, on her 25th birthday, you remembered all the times the two of you worked together to either surprise Tara or support her through tough times, all the times you went out without Tara, how competitive both of you were, how you formed a bond that no longer relied on Tara, and it all just fell apart. “So, straight to the point or do you want to have some small talk first?”

Sam looked at you just for a moment before looking away, she truly couldn’t look you in the eyes anymore. “Straight to the point,” she decided.

“I want to start again. Leave what happened behind and move on,” you told her calmly, your tone almost the exact opposite of how it was when you were alone the last time. To this day Tara still didn’t know Sam was the one who framed you, but she knew something bad had happened to cause the rift, she didn’t need to know what it was exactly, she just felt it.

“I… don’t deserve it,” Sam argued and finally looked at you. “I framed you for your father’s murder, I put Tara in danger, and I killed so many people and still got to walk free,” she wasn’t pretending, she truly believed what she was saying.

Sam wanted to be punished, but you weren’t willing to give that to her. You had no intention of being her judge when your hands were stained with blood as well. “Zack and Susan are perceptive,” you said, making her finally look at you, so you took the chance to point at your scar. “They noticed this a few nights ago. It’ll only be a matter of time before they notice the tension between us. I want all five of us to go on vacations, I want you to be more present in their lives, and I don’t want to make excuses to be absent when you come over.”

“Y/N, that’s not what I want, I would never want you to that,” Sam argued.

“So, just let it go. You made mistakes, but things turned out fine. Besides, I want you back in my life, step by step,” you got up and offered her your hand.

Sam stared at your hand before slowly getting up herself, and she just hugged you. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for everything Y/N,” she whispered when you finally hugged her back. It would take some time, but you’d get over this and this awkward tension would eventually disappear.

~X~ July 2032 ~X~

The heat was killing Chad as he parked in your and Tara’s driveway and all the air conditioning in the world seemed utterly useless against the scorching hot July sun. He hoped, for your sake, that you made ice cream or had something else to cool him down because he was about to melt into a puddle and you and Tara were already busy with two kids, you didn’t need to wipe him off your floors.

Besides, it would be a shame if he melted. Zack and Susan loved him! He was their favorite person in the world! After Tara and you, of course, an maybe Sam was a worthy contender for that title as well, but he reigned supreme as the favorite non-parent person, he was sure of that!

“Uncle Chad!” Zack and Susan ran up to him and jumped into his arms.

“Hey! Look at you two!” he exclaimed, lifting them up, they were getting a bit heavy. “What are your moms feeding you, cause I want some of that as well,” the children giggled as he carried them up to the front doors. “How about you help me, Zack?” he asked, hoping the boy would lean down and open the doors for him.

Zack rubbed his chin, as if thinking it over, he then looked at Susan and they both shook their heads. “Mom doesn’t need help!” he exclaimed all happy and proud.

Chad just looked at him blankly, honestly feeling betrayed by the boy. “Susan?” but the girl just shook her head. It was kinda scary how much they resembled Tara, her big expressive eyes, dark hair, freckles, and they smiled and laughed just like she did. They even had the same habit of teasing him as well.

“Little traitors,” he rolled his eyes and was about to try and open the doors when they, miraculously opened by themselves.

“Mommy!” Susan exclaimed, holding her arms out as Tara stood aside, letting Chad in.

Tara grinned, happily taking her daughter into her arms, and kissing the side of her head. “Did you two say ‘hi’ to Uncle Chad?” she asked, reaching over to ruffle Zack’s hair.

“Yup!” Susan exclaimed.

Tara smiled and turned her attention to Chad. “Hey, it’s good to see you,” she told him and moved to hug him as well as she could, given that they each had one of her children in their arms.

She led him inside, where you were already busy making lunch and from the looks of it you were going all out. It made sense, after all, it was a bit of a Core Six reunion. Mindy, Anika and Sam were yet to arrive, but it was only a matter of time.

“Y/N, hey!” he approached you once he lowered Zack down and swung his arm over your shoulder.

You smirked, wiping your hands and bumping his fist, and Zack, following the example of his favorite non-parent person in the world, raised his fist toward you. “Well, hello there,” you crouched down, fist bumping Zack as well.

The warmth and happiness radiated from the house and Chad for a moment wondered if he could ever build something like this as well. What you and Tara had was something special, and he was sure the two of you never actually argued. Sure, small quarrels here and there, maybe over what to have for dinner, or what movie was better, but the bond between you and Tara was so strong he doubted either of you raised your voice out of anger, let alone got into a serious argument.

~X~

Later that night you were all in the living room, just chatting as you and the kids played with the ball. They were bored, so, they quite easily convinced you to sit down on the floor and play with them. Whoever got to ten points first would win, and they, as usual, focused on earning their points by beating you at the game.

Eventually, Tara kneeled behind you and placed her chin on the top of your head as she hugged you from behind. You took her hand while still tossing the ball back to Zack.

“Unrealistic expectations,” Mindy suddenly spoke up causing you to nearly drop the ball when Susan tossed it back to you.

“What?” Tara asked, raising her eyebrow at Mindy.

“You two got trauma from your parents, your kids are going to grow up thinking this,” she pointed at you and Tara. “Is how every relationship is.”

“They better not settle for anything less, that’s for sure,” you continued playing the game with your kids, and sure, Mindy had a point, maybe you and Tara were setting too high of a standard, but you sure as hell didn’t want to set the bar too low.

“And they won’t. They’ll grow up, see other relationships, they’ll be fine,” Tara added, tightening her grip on you a bit more and sighing contently.

Mindy just pointed her thumb at Chad. “Living example of how your kids will turn out,” she said dryly.

Chad grinned. “Exactly! Wait, what?”

“When was the last time you were in a relationship?” Anika asked.

“Two weeks ago,” Chad replied, still not sure what that had to do with anything.

“Exactly, and you’ve dated her for like half a month. You want a best friend and a girlfriend in one pack,” she then turned back to you and Tara. “And it’s all your fault for being like this after all these years,” she actually sounded a bit exasperated.

“Mindy, chill,” Sam laughed a bit, taking a sip of her tea and tossing the ball back to Zack when he dropped it.

The boy looked at the ball, you tossed it to him, and he failed to catch it, meaning you scored a point, catching up to him and Susan. Him and Susan were tied, and both missing one point to win, but now you were missing two points. He then looked at you and then at Tara. “Mommy, help!” he cried out with a toothy grin.

You yelped when Tara grabbed your hands and held them in place as he tossed the ball to Susan, who grinned and tossed it to you, which, of course, meant you couldn’t catch it.

“You lose, Mom!” Susan laughed and jumped into your arms, prompting Zack to do the same, and with Tara helping them they brought you down to the floor, and whether it was their age and childish disregard for danger and injuries, or if it was some kind of instinctual belief that you’d keep them safe from the fall they just kept laughing.

You freed your arms from Tara’s hold and pulled your entire family into a hug, laughing with them.

You heard someone being smacked and then Anika saying: “Hush, they are adorable and you know it,” ah so Mindy was about to tease the four of you.

“Okay, okay, let’s wash our hands! It’s time for cake!” you stood up, bringing the twins up with you as they cheered, eager to eat anything sweet.

Later that night, when you finally looked at your phone to set an alarm you saw that Sam had sent you a photo through a group chat. You smiled softly as you looked at the four of you laughing after Tara, Zack, and Susan tackled you to the floor. “Well, that’s a lockscreen,” you grinned, immediately changing the previous one. There was just something spontaneous about this photo.

~X~

Zack and Susan were sleeping over at Sam’s place, for the second time in their entire lives. The first time was… memorable. They got scared and you and Tara had to go over to help them fall asleep, because Sam, well she wasn’t exactly experienced with taking care of kids, and she wasn’t that experienced now, but the twins spent a bit more time alone with her since the first sleepover attempt and things would probably be fine.

So, seeing as you and Tara had the first solo night since the twins were born you decided to go on a bit of a nostalgia trip, so here Tara was, munching on pancakes, occasionally feeding you while sitting on your lap as the two of you watched the Babadook.

“How many times have we watched this movie anyway?” you chuckled as the credits rolled and Tara just leaned back against you.

“I lost count,” she looked back at you and softly kissed your cheek. “What genre do you think Zack and Susan will like?”

You had no idea. Horror was a bit too obvious of an answer, but there was a good chance they’d come to like it simply due to horror being Tara’s favorite genre. “We’ll see,” you settled for that answer.

“That’s a boring answer,” Tara pouted, and you just shrugged.

“They’ll have great taste in movies, that’s all I know,” you just told her and nuzzled against her neck. She was using that damn perfume that drove you wild again. And you were willing to bet she did it on purpose.

“Damn, Tara,” you sighed, leaning your head back a bit.

“Did I get you worked up?” she teased prompting you to just nod. “Good,” she reached behind and placed her right palm on the nape of your neck and pulled you closer. She twisted around slightly so she could kiss your neck and you took a deep breath and exhaled as her lips moved from the side of your neck, up to your jaw and finally met your lips.

You could taste the pancakes on her tongue as she deepened the kiss, she turned around, straddling your lap and moaned when you put your hands on her hips and pulled her even closer. “I missed this so much,” she said as she pulled back and you clearly saw the mischievous glint in her eyes. “Say, do we really need that much sleep to function tomorrow?” she whispered in your ear.

“We’ll manage somehow,” you picked her up and climbed up the stairs. Might as well use the night alone properly.

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Resident Evil Characters - A Summary

Note: This is entirely my own opinion and said with a heavy dose of humor

Please enjoy

Chris Redfield

Started as a twunk

Became an angry gorilla man???

Alpha Male™️

Punches boulders

Wants you to marry his sister

Smoker

Hide yo kids, hide yo wife

Rude to wait staff

2/10 - Just a guy. Hit him with your car

Jill Valentine

Other OG

Arguably better main of RE1

Master of Unlocking

Bisexual Bob™️

Butch

Supercop

Once got mind-controlled into going blonde

Rocket Launcher babe

PTSD

Big Strap Energy

Giant anime gun

10/10

Albert Wesker

OG Baddy

Sunglasses

Thinks he’s cool

A little too into Chris

“What are we going to do this game, Albert?”

“What we do every game, Alex: try to take over the world”

Matrix jacket

Maybe a vampire?

Looks like my uncle (derogatory)

4/10

Barry Burton

Bear

A+ line delivery

Just happy to be a part of things

Wishes his daughter would talk to him

Comes through in a pinch

Got lost on his way to The Last of Us

Father figure

Not dead out of sheer dumb luck

8/10

Rebecca Chambers

Baby butch

Sees the best in everyone

Autism be damned, my girl can work a shotgun

Sporty

Mommy Domme/Babygirl switch vibes

Sweet coffee addict

Doing fine, thanks for asking

Awkward thumbs up

9/10

Billy Coen

Bad Boy™️

Never bothered to take off his handcuffs

Tattoos

Mullet???

Moral standards

Strong silent type

Whole situation could’ve been avoided by just talking about his issues but no

Queen fan

7/10

Leon S. Kennedy

If a golden retriever became a human and then got kicked every day of its life

Having a really bad first day

Into dominant women

Dumb 90s haircut

Uses comedy as a coping mechanism

Hair grows in direct correlation to his level of angst

“Hey demons, it’s me, ya boi”

Sexy

Dog lover

Certified Good Boy™️

Fucked up a perfectly good rookie is what you did. Look at it, it’s got depression

15/10

Claire Redfield

College student stuck in the zombie apocalypse

Soft butch

Humanitarian

Forced her brother to teach her how to knife fight

Really into motorcycles

Leather jacket

Rocket Launcher babe #2

Always has at least one adopted child with her

10/10 would ask to babysit

Ada Wong

Mommy. Sorry. Mommy- sorry. Mommy-

Grappling hook

Badass spy

Emotionally distant

Soft spot for cute cuddly things (Leon)

Femme fatale

Book lover

Chaotic neutral

Crossbow 😍

Could step on me and I’d say thank you

Rocket launcher babe #3

10/10

Sherry Birkin

Goosebumps protagonist

Worst parents ever tbh

Surprisingly good under pressure

Please someone get this girl some therapy

Supergirl

Smartest person here

One hell of a shot

The trauma is immeasurable

Somehow still doing fine

Loves her weird adopted family

8/10

Carlos Oliviera

Himbo

First POC main?

Went from three polygons and a white boy haircut in the original to actual gorgeous South American hunk in the remake

Lost his accent along the way for some reason

#1 Jill simp

If Dug from Up was a guy

Only trustworthy person in the whole series

Just wants to help

Gorgeous gorgeous hair

Loves strong women

Hakuna matata

Touch-starved

10/10 would peg

Steve Burnside

Twink

Who is this sassy lost child?

Hot Topic employee

Into Claire (she’s too old for you bud)

Choker

Thinks he’s edgy

Whiny

Daddy issues

1/10

Luis Serra Navaro

If Puss in Boots was a human

The Most Extra™️

Luscious flowing locks

Definitely into bondage

Used to work for Umbrella

Trying to make up for it

Don Quixote references

Bisexual

Good with his hands

Praying for a threesome with Leon and Ada

10/10

Ashley Graham

Basic white girl

Always getting kidnapped

Master of Unlocking #2

Razor flip phone

Ada Wong bisexual awakening (same)

Good with a wrecking ball

Makes Leon catch her every time she has to jump a ledge (also same)

Would like to go to Hot Topic, please

7/10

Sheva Alomar

Player 2

Second POC main

Bad AI

Too good for her game

Willing to go on a suicide mission with a guy she just met

Left handed

Deserves a better stylist

Only good part of RE5

Literally my girl got done so dirty just give her another chance please

10/5

Moira Burton

“It’s not a phase, dad!”

Probably gay

Weak arms

Skillz

Box dyed her hair at least once

Simple Plan playing in the background

Childhood trauma

7/10

Piers Nivans

Trying his best

Appreciates a good steak

Sick of Chris’ bullshit

Good with a rifle

Just a good man

German Shepherd boy

Self-sacrificing

8/10

Jake Muller

Wesker’s son

Daddy issues

Who invited Ronan Lynch here?

Quips for days

Bad boy

Loves the type of woman who can kick his ass

The Most Edgy™️

9/10

Ethan Winters

Husband of the year

Trusting

Surprisingly chill

The most basic white man in all of RE

Hands? What hands?

Functionally a lizard

Would still love you if you were a worm

Just casually knows how to craft bullets

Moldy

8/10

Mia Winters

Toxic girlfriend energy

Literally possessed

Dark sense of humor

Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss

Casually working for a bioterrorism organization

Does actually care about her family

Definitely doesn’t have a penicillin allergy

If you can’t be the girl of his dreams, you can at least be the feral swamp witch of his nightmares

2/10

Zoe Baker

Lesbian

Mold intolerance

Southern accent thicker than grandma’s gravy

Picked last on the playground

Somehow okay despite her brother being Like That

Joe’s favorite

Science skills

8/10

Lucas Baker

Jigsaw

Didn’t even need the mold

Probably got at least one true crime documentary made about him

Working for Mia’s bioterrorism organization

Left his classmate rotting in the attic

Just the worst

0/10

Alcina Dimetrescu

Mommy

Please step on me

Elizabeth Bathory vibes

Just fucking huge

Can turn into a dragon

Lesbian

9/10

Karl Heisenberg

Grimy

Tumblr Sexyman

When robotics majors get weird

Fights with his siblings

Doesn’t actually care at all about Miranda

In cahoots with the lycans

7/10

Rosemary Winters

Mommy and Daddy issues

YA protagonist

Badass

Childhood trauma

Into the Mold-verse

Alternate universe Sherry Birkin

8/10

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Hyunjin × M! Reader - Dancer AU I SMAU | Chapter 17

Ch. 17 - I’ve already won I Previous Chapter | Next Chapter I

I Story Masterlist I

Written: Yes

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Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Dark but nothing too triggering? Mention of panic attacks, i don’t think there’s swearing just be aware. Harassment I guess

“Y/N! It’s been a while huh?” Yeonjun spoke, his arm around your shoulder looked like a friendly gesture to anyone else. But you knew differently. The way his nails discreetly dug into your shoulder as another way to say “you better keep your mouth shut.”

“You and Y/N know each other, wow I don’t think I would’ve expected that.” San starts off, it was gonna be hard to get out of this one. “So how’d you two meet?” You open your mouth to say something, however you’re cut off by Yeonjun. Any sense of control you thought you could have, even if it was the smallest bit, you were a fool to think that could happen. “Ah, yeah we were friends in high school a couple years ago.” His hand began to gently rub up and down your upper arm, fueling into the lie of how you were “friends.” Unfortunately, San still wanted to know more. So here you were as Yeonjun continued to spit out lies about your past, twisted so far that the past he led on had never even happened. Meanwhile, you stood frozen in place as the memories began to flood your head. All the pain, heartbreak, the trauma he inflicted was like no other. You swear you could absolutely explode right now.

“Well how about we go sit on the couch hm? Make yourself at home Yeonjun.” Trying your best to keep your expression hidden as you had to keep reminding yourself that the story he led on was what everyone knew of right now. Trying to flip it and cause a scene right here had no way of ending well. “Yeah I agree, come on Y/N.” Yeonjun’s hand slid down to your wrist, a tight, warning grip that said shut the hell up. It could’ve also been to say, “I’ve already won.”

No matter what you say or do in this situation could end well. Knowing the type of person Yeonjun was, everyone’s safety was at risk if he got too upset. Having to take that into consideration as well, you were stuck. All you could do was play along with the stupid events he led on, while having to fight off the flashbacks before they got too deep into your head. Having a panic attack right here would also cause a scene. You were so fucked.

Or, maybe not completely…. Maybe there was a way out of the situation. At least for a little bit. Nothing that was discussed even concerned nor involved you. The only reason that Yeonjun even brought you over was to see you squirm. That man and everything he did was sick. “Uh sorry to interrupt but where’s the bathroom?” Asking San as they were about to move onto a new topic. You could feel the Yeonjun glaring bullets, however you avoided eye contact. “Oh yeah sure, it’s down the hall to the right.” You thanked him quickly before hurrying off to the bathroom while trying not to arouse suspicion. As soon as you stepped foot in the bathroom, you immediately shut and locked the door. The tears that had been building up in your eyes for the last half hour suddenly came rushing out like a waterfall.

You were on the verge of a panic attack, doing whatever you could to calm yourself. “I have got to get out of here.” Your breathing began to slow down as you thought of a plan to get out of here. Sniffling you pulled out your phone from your back pocket, getting a ride home was the only safe way out of this.

You started to feel a bit more at ease knowing Lia and Ryu were on the way, however the distance between you two still kept you on edge. Deciding to go with her advice, you splashed water on your face as you prepared yourself to go out there. It was no doubt that Yeonjun knew the effect he had on you. That he was the reason for your sudden need to disappear. Knowing for a fact that he found enjoyment in seeing you all restless. Your hand shook as it neared the door knob, resting for a few moments before you hesitantly opened it.

Not but two steps out and you were suddenly pushed against the wall. A burning pain was sent down your back as it collided harshly with the wood behind you. You opened your mouth to scream, however you were quickly shut up by his hand. “Shhh, wouldn’t want to alarm anyone would you?” Your eyes widened as you stood face to face with Yeonjun, beginning to squirm in his harsh grip. His strength was overwhelming, only needing a single hand to keep you pushed up against the wall. A sick smirk coated his face, “Surprised to see me?” A small muffled whimper left your mouth as you used all your strength to try and escape. “Helpless, just like that one night. That was fun hm.?” He said as he slowly unconvered your mouth, using the back of his knuckle to caress your face.

Tears glossed over your eyes as the memories flooded back, remembering the day that everything had changed. As much as you wanted to scream and cry out for help, the words seemed to have gotten caught in your throat. “What, cat got your tongue? Can’t even respond to a simple question..” He laughed lightly as he looked you up and down. “Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic.” His smirk dropped with his insult.

“What the fuck?”

The voice startled both you and Yeonjun, turning your head to see who had been standing nearby. “Mingyu-“ You had started to speak before Yeonjun put his hand back over your mouth. “Hush”

“What do you want?” Yeonjun’s facade was gone, now harshly speaking to Mingyu. “The hell do you think you’re doing dude? I suggest you get your hands off of him.” Mingyu took a couple steps closer. Yeonjun stayed unphased. “We’re just talking. He’s fine.”

“Y/N.” Your eyes darted over at Mingyu, still unable to speak. “Do you want him to let you go?” You looked between the two for a moment, before quickly nodding. The way Yeonjun bit his lip in anger as his hand pressed tighter over your mouth was another reminder of how powerful and intimidating he was. “You heard him, let go.” By this point, you could feel your heart pounding against your chest. It sent a quiet but painful ringing through your ears. “Yeah, or what? What are you gonna do?”

It only took two seconds for him to snap a photo of the scene in front of him, the sound silent but the flash blinding your eyes. Causing both of you to flinch. “I can ruin your reputation in 2 seconds. So if i were you, I’d let go before things get ugly.”

Yeonjun gritted his teeth, glancing back and forth between you and Mingyu. He sighed and rolled his eyes as you felt the pressure being lifted off of you. The moment it did, Mingyu already had his hand around your wrist as he quickly pulled you behind him. “I really suggest you leave, you’re lucky I don’t take this to the police for harassment.”

“Tch, yeah whatever.” Yeonjun started to walk towards the front door. He bent down slightly and briefly to your level as he passed by you, “Watch your fucking back.” It only took that for Mingyu to pull you closer to him. Once Yeonjun was out of sight, he turned you around to face him. “Are you okay?” He said, placing his hands on your shoulders. You were too overwhelmed with shock to cry. “I..” You started to speak before trailing off, “I just want to leave.”

“Alright, that’s fine. Come on let’s go out the back, I’ll call San later and explain everything.” Although you were against the idea of San finding this out about his former roommate, you were too shaken up to even protest. Mingyu’s hand caressing up and down your back as he led you quietly out the door around to where his car was.

Suddenly, your phone began to ring as you quickly got into the passenger seat. You glanced at your phone, pausing for a moment before swiping right to answer the call. It was Lia. “Y/N, there’s a wreck on the highway, i’m calling to check up on you because it’s gonna be a while before we get there. I’m sorry I know you need us right now I-“

“Lia, it’s okay.” Cutting off her rambling to reassure her. Due to all the events, you completely forgot that you’d texted her previously. “Don’t worry about it, Mingyu is taking me home.” Glancing up at him, he stayed focus on your guys’ conversation. “What? You told him about Yeonjun?” A sigh sounded, biting your lips as you contemplated on how to explain without breaking down. “N-Not exactly. It’s a long story but i’m okay. I’m sorry I called you guys out here.” Your voice remained low, not reaching above a medium tone ever sense being towered over by Yeonjun. “It’s okay Y/N, don’t sweat it. I’m just so glad you’re safe, we’re gonna get home and i’ll check up on you later, alright?”

“A-Alright, thanks Lia..” The shock began to set aside as the call ended, other emotions wandering back causing you to zone out. So much had happened in only 45 minutes, it was unbelievable and overwhelming. Suddenly you felt warmth on one of your unknowingly shaky hands. Looking up to see Mingyu, he spoke. “Be honest, did something happen with you two prior?” Inhaling a sharp breath before speaking as you suddenly avoided eye contact. “I.. I don’t really want to talk about it Mingyu.. Not right now at least.” He was quick to respond, “Don’t worry, that’s okay. Just tell me where you wanna go, wherever you’ll feel safest.”

Safest…

The same word repeating over and over in your mind. Where would you really be safe? Were you safe anywhere? These questions raced through your mind as you contemplated. Which way would you most likely be caught. Sneaking in at now 11 at night? Or early in the morning when your dad was still blackout drunk. You hadn’t even noticed that you were zoned out, that was until Mingyu placed a hand on your shoulder.

“Do you wanna go back with me?”

Back with him..? Did you? The feeling of his hand on your shoulder brought tears to your eyes. But in a good way, somehow it made you feel… at ease. Your eyes glanced up at him as tears glossed over. You tried to speak but the words got caught in your throat, Mingyu nodded before sliding his hand off slowly before turning the key in the ignition. Your phone had began to start blowing up with texts from San and Hyunjin, though mostly San. All the energy had been drained out of you. You couldn’t even bring yourself to think, let alone actually have a conversation with someone. The ride was quiet and silent as Mingyu drove to his house. The events playing over and over in your head brought tears to your eyes. However, you blinked them away, you wouldn’t show that you were weak. At some point you must’ve dozed off as your mind went in circles. All that time you spent getting away from Yeonjun, all that time you tried to protect yourself. It had finally paid off, only for him to find you again years later. You were convinced you’d never be at peace.

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skitskatdacat63 · 15 days

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Here is a badly drawn comic of my terrible, awkward group project experience from yesterday. I thought it was very absurd so I wanted to share it other people lol :)

Let me know, how do you find their conduct 😭

#i tried to small talk #and they werent rly listening and were like i just wanna get this done w so i can eat #yet talked to me abt smth random after #but the moving the laptop is what made me draw this 😭#like is that not absurd????#i dont wanna rewatch the video #but i wanna see what the camera frame looked like #bcs from what i saw my drawing is p accurate #but yeah they also talked for the majority of the time #even tho i did more research bcs they took up most of the slides #AND ALSO TOOK MY IDEAS #im like uhhhh im p sure [insert slide topic] is required!!!#and i went to go start writing it #and theyre like oh okay ill do that slide #and even tho i kept reminding them of the slide requirement #they kept being like ugh i cant think of anything #and then would take my ideas when i proposed them #like the conclusion part was to write a proposal abt what solution can be made for the current event topic #AND i took notes the night before and wrote down the idea for the solution #and i told them and theyre like oh yeah thats okay and started writing those slides #i know i should be more assertive but im so conflict avoidant and was kinda like oh. okay. ah.#lmao i hope this doesnt make me come off as someone victimizing themselves #im just annoyed 😭😭#and also this person was on my abroad trip and we all hated them #but i felt bad abt how much we hated them and theyre(I THOUGHT) much more chill in a classroom setting #so i kinda softened my hate for them and theyre the only person i know in my class rly #so im like ahhhh we should work together!#and now i remember why i dislike them 😭😭#catie.rambling.txt #catie.art.

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seventh-district · 1 hour

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not even gonna tag this properly bc i don't wanna get Involved but i do have some Thoughts i need to get out into the void so here we go

(aaa quick edit: CW for mention/discussion of Boothill leaks)

#today's gone Badly and i'm upset but instead of venting abt it i'm gonna channel that energy into doing a bit of tag rambling abt Boothill #well. less abt Him and more abt uh. self-analyzing my anxiety surrounding contributing to fandoms. he's just today's catalyst #like. i know it's mostly a me thing. i'm hypersensitive to criticism and very conflict avoidant + socially anxious + perfectionistic etc.#so I'm the one that keeps myself from posting more stuff out of fear of being criticized or called-out for what i've made #bc inevitably Someone's gonna see it and think its OOC or a problematic take or they'll misread my intent. etc etc what have you #but like. that's inevitable. there's no way to communicate every single thing with all of the nuance required to avoid misunderstandings #and other times it's not a misunderstanding it's just a difference of opinions and that's Fine!! there's no accounting for personal taste #there's no accounting for several things actually. taste‚ bias‚ lore-knowledge‚ differing levels of chronic-online-ness‚ etc #so this isn't me complaining abt the state of fandom culture (although i do think. sometimes. ppl take shit a bit too seriously)#but anyways all of this is mostly just anxiety-fueled. it's not like i very often actually even receive negative feedback or anything #if anything ppl tend to tell me that i'm overthinking it and killing my own fun and worried that my stuff is more OOC than it is #which like. yeah. Yeah u right :) but that's just the way that i am! always losing the idgaf war i suppose #anyways what's Boothill got to do w this ur wondering. well. i've been thinking abt the quickly emerging concept that he's illiterate.#and it just. has me feeling a lot of ways. and watching ppl disagree over it has me feeling some Bad ways. bc it's def a loaded topic!#if you'll pardon the pun there. and i don't rlly have anything new to add other than that i'm conflicted abt it.#like yeah i saw the leaks days ago. of him mentioning 'not hitting the books' much as a child when we ask him why he sends voice messages #or voice Transcriptions ig. ykwim. and like. *braces for impact* ...i liked it? like. it doesn't feel right to call it endearing #i'm not trying to infantilize him. ok that's not the right word either but ugh. you know? what i mean?? who am i kidding even i don't know #it's not quite right to say that it feels like Representation either. but it's something close i guess #as a southern person myself who didn't receive a 'complete' education due to factors that weren't to do with my intelligence #the concept of seeing him as a capable force to be reckoned with and respected who also happens to have not received much formal education #i like that. i do. but there's so many issues w it at the same time. like. as i said‚ being southern myself has me Wary of the way Hoyo is-#writing him. as well as of the way that the fandom is taking the bits of his lore and running away w them. and i'm Very aware of how ppl-#will see a southern character and be All Too Eager to agree that they're lacking intelligence based on our Redneck™ stereotype #sigh. and before we even go too far with this. it's not even confirmed that hes completely illiterate. which is a valid criticism i've seen #there's Multiple reasons that could make him prefer voice to text. but regardless. i'm just worried that ppl will misconstrue my intentions #like. example: that edit i made the other day of him saying 'no thanks i can't read'. wasn't me playing into the stereotype of-#'haha dumb country boy can't read!' it was. in my eyes. something he'd say as a joke to make light of a potential insecurity #like. i think there's far more depth to Boothill's character if ppl could look past the surface. and i dont wanna contribute to the problem #but sometimes ppl Will have stereotypical traits and i wish the same could apply to characters as long as it's done Thoughtfully.

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spaceratprodigy · 4 months

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one of my favorite things abt how faith reacts to max in fallbrook arc is her being directly faced with her own hypocrisy

#I am a faith apologist but also she's whack fr #like girl you haven't been honest about yourself or your past either 💅#she's very evasive when she's the topic of conversation #not that she outright lies but she avoids questions or answers as vaguely as possible #just because she kinda learned early in Edgewater the consequences of her trying to be truthful about her life #and how unglamorously people react #figured adopting the mysterious persona and isolating herself was her only option #because phineas was the only person she could talk to the only person who understood to some extent what she was going through #and to add to it..#her own history with violence and anger #and even tho she became a very numb quiet distant persom because of her own past #halcyon got it's hands on her and cut her deeply and awakened a certain fire in her for better or for worse #excluding how often she has to defend herself for a variety of reasons and how it makes her feel..#punching nelson (twice) + shooting hortense between the eyes + shooting tilda in the knee..#girl you're not exactly a great role model at having control over your violent tendencies either 💅#but there's something so raw abt her and max just.. knowing those feelings intimately.. and not wanting it for the other..#defending each other.. seeing the good in each other.. /knowing/ the good in each other..#understanding how messy and complicated they are and then understanding why and just ough bringing out the best in each other #reaching a point where they can breathe and heal and not be in such a spiraling pain anymore they can just be loved and be themselves #unapologetically. caged no longer. being harmed no longer. by others or by themselves. and taking it out on others no longer #anyway #what I'm saying is..#the call is coming from inside the house..#yes he had an entire revenge scheme and lied abt his intentions.. but like.. he's also holding a mirror up to her face #SORRY I just love thinking abt how complicated cap faith is lmao she's a very broken soul who is trying her best in an unfortunate situatio #the way she handles her own traumas and griefs just isn't pretty and that's a whole other can of worms she's constantly faced with #rambling #faith and max

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bitchfitch · 1 year

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For all the teething I've been doing on Pavo and Esti i haven't been able to like, actually write any thing for them recently mostly because I've been Busy.

But also because I'm snapping between like 3 ideas for them at terminal velocity and haven't been able to actually get anything written for them and it's like having pumas bouncing around my skull at mach fuck as though theyre house cats at 2 am when you're trying to sleep,

#idea one is the day after things start changing and they haven't discussed it fully yet.#Pavo is mulling over some things and Esti is too nervous to ask about it. but they're alone out hunting #its such a nice day. and Esti thinks hes going to be saying goodbye soon. and hes making himself sick with anxiety over it #and they're alone together like old times but its Not like old times because Esti remembers how sweetly Pavo had kissed him that #morning after and how good it had felt to spend the whole morning in bed cureld up against him.#and Esti doesnt think he could stomach the idea of leaving without getting another kiss or at least finding out if Pavo regretted it or not #and the story is them being sweet on each other and avoiding the big heavy topic until Esti can verbally ask about it. because like Pavo #knows him well enough to know whats eating him up. but he wants to hear Esti say the words #and then the second idea is Esti waking up from a nightmare after hes been brought home from that hell. he screams for Pavo and #like of course pavo is on his feet and at the door that separates their rooms in an instant. but its locked and Esti is too #scared to navigate to it because hes already wound up and hes still not used to life as a blind man. so the idea of getting out of bed #and crossing an open room with nothing to help him orient himself is Terrifying.#probably more than it should be but the nightmares are still fresh in his head and hes having to make himself focus and ignore them #and just reasure himself that it Actually is Pavo and not one of those monster that had used his voice. and its hard hes crying and Pavo #has to take down part of the fucking door frame to get the sliding door off its tracks without just busting it down since Esti didn't #need that particular audio experience right now and he liked that doors painting and Pavo had already sent for the craftsperson who #made his eyes to commission them to make a set for esti. and he doesn't want to destroy something pretty esti likes when itll only be a few #until esti can enjoy it again. and he gets into the room and esti scooches over in bed to welcome him into it because despite Everything #esti still will always feel safer pinned between a wall and Pavo than anywhere else. and he just needs to feel safe.#and the third thing is because of something deardest said a yesterday i think about Pavo in his old age. and im just Chewing on the image #of him and esti in his carriage. Esti's hair has gone white and hes nearing his end. and thentwo of them are together and happy #and able to reflect on the lives they've had together. and its mostly just the idea of Pavo being glad hes so much older than Esti. because #it means despite Esti only being half demon and having a much shorter life because of it. Pavo isnt going to outlive him by very long.#and All of this. Everything was because of how scared Pavo was to be alone. and hes not going to have to be in his last days.#so Yeah. thats been whats on my mind when im not devoting it to like lame shit like work #wow im bad at reading #their url is derederest #not deardest

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kkujo · 6 months

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out of tags bc i rambled but i wanna add on that often gym culture is a rlly supportive and confidence building environment and there's so much positive gym content but unfortunately some ppl do take it in the wrong direction and it becomes like. toxic gym bro culture. we do not like that. take care of ur health physical and mental first and foremost always!!!

#like there are so many rlly nice gym videos with people being helpful and supportive and just really nice #i've had ppl approach me in the gym and start rlly pleasant convos and it's just such a supportive environment to me #but you gotta know what to avoid w content bc a lot of people are weird abt it and promote unhealthy behaviours and fixate on dysmorphia #which. i understand from experience and dysmorphia SUCKS. but it's not healthy to be obsessing over that type of mindset yk??#also the gym you go to will probably make a difference ig?? like my gym is a really nice environment i find #but ik some gyms people are more rude or constantly filming and for some ppl that's just gonna make it a horrible environment #it depends where you go i think. grateful that my gym is normal tho. i've only had to tell off teenage boys for filming me one (1) time #and even then i was polite i was like hey can you not get me in ur shot pleaseeee 😁 and thankfully he was like omg yeah sorry #so. could've gone a lot worse bc. teenage boys. but i don't think he was intentionally pointing the camera at me yk 😭😭#you just have to have the confidence to stand up for urself if people are filming and you're not comfortable being on it #which is hard asf omg the anxiety was so high but he was respectful thankfully. and i rarely see ppl taking pics in my gym thank god #ANYWAY. DONE RAMBLING NOW THANK YOU FOR LISTENING.#it's just smth i'm strongly passionate abt and i don't talk abt it too often bc ik some people don't like the topic and i totally get that

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astrxealis · 2 years

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taking funny little gposes with my wol and raha makes my little heart swell in a funny nice way ... >_<

#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#okay im better now HELP okay i no longer have the urge to avoid tumblr w every fiber of my being but i think the underlying feelings i have #are Still There but also i get over things quickly ... i forgot that ... but also my mind is still a mess. but ANYWAYS #okay so i wont say explicitly what ive been up to since. yesterday. BUT BUT BUT BUT okay #I RESPECT POSERS SO MUCH i tried to do w aymeric and his hands look BROKEN his arms look like theyr ein SHAMBLES #and i have the sudden urge to play dragon age origins but i need to do homework and i forgor my ffxiv game is still running and i havent #showered yet oh god i am a Mess (hashtag undiagnosed neurodivgernetn detncieisioo7!!!!!)#anyways uh back on topic (another 30 tag ramble /hj). posing is hard #i took funny lil cute pics of my wol w her wifeyboy tia and ARGGHDJFJEJDP ADJUSTING IT WAS A PAIN #i saved the adjustments at the end when i was done AND ONLY FOR RAHA and i remembered right after leaving i forgot to do for my babygirl cat #the wol i mean. raha is also babygirl cat #ANYWAYS. oh its 11 pm i meant to continue with hw 30 minutes ago and i have class tomorrow #anyways good news I ALWAYS SLEEP BEFORE 3 okay thats a lie but i havent slept past 4 in ages and my average is healthy #uh. homework. i have to get to homework. oh god bye #look im not THAT super busy bcs ive finished a few for this week but its still 9 (basically... 8 actually. 7. 8. okay 8)#and i have like 4 quizzes this week! uhhh thank god we still dont have sem or quarterly tests haha bless my school #but im going to take upcat like early next year and i need to get ready for review classes idk when so AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGHHHHh #okay anyways cute wol npc screenshots make me happy #and doing them for my twin too #i feel like an expert (we ignore aymeric's broken back and foot)

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3hks · 3 months

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How to Write REALISTIC and SMOOTH Dialogue

In a story, dialogue is quite important, it helps the readers paint a picture of what's happening and the characters themselves. However, it can be difficult to avoid the unnaturalness and choppiness that comes with a lack of experience. But luckily, I have put together A LOT of advice on how you can get over that rockiness and improve!

*** KEEPING YOUR DIALOGUE REALISTIC, AND PACING ***

>> Keep your characters in character:

Dialogue is a remarkably quick way for readers to determine your character's personality. Thus, you want their speech patterns to remain fairly consistent so the audience won't get confused. If your character is more serious, then they will use less slang and perhaps a more impressive vocabulary. If your character is more relaxed, they will use more slang and compress the words. (such as "dunno," "kay," "y'know," etc.)

Basically, you want their tone to match their traits so the way that they talk is more realistic and personlized to themselves. If the way all your characters speak is the same, there's something wrong. A strong tip is to put yourself in your character's shoes and imagine how they would respond!

>> Take the situation into consideration:

This is another part of keeping your characters in, well, character. Different emotional situations will have a different effect on separate people, so make sure that you have an idea of how your character will act during stressful, irritating, and sad times.

If your character is normally cold, they will struggle if it comes to comforting other people because they have less experience in that field.

>> Don't take too long with their words:

Unlike when narrating something, most people talk just to get the idea across. They will be more specific and quicker with what they say. (This excludes any character who likes to talk a lot.) Unless it's on purpose, they won't dance around the topic. Think of when you casually chat with your friends; you're pretty unlikely to use certain words and/or phrases that might be common to use while narrating.

If you want to explain something complicated, instead of writing out a paragraph of just one person talking, use a question-and-answer prompt! This is where another character continuously asks related questions that get answered by another person, so you can indirectly reveal your explanation.

*** HOW TO WRITE A SMOOTHER CONVERSATION AND DIALOGUE TAGS***

>> Having a variety of dialogue tags:

This is a pretty basic thing to look out for if you're new to writing conversations. Using words like "said," every other sentence can easily make it feel choppy and robotic. Instead, use words like "murmured," "smirked," etc. to paint some emotion into their words. Additionally, vary the location of the dialogue tags! They don't all have to go after the statement, you can include something in the beginning or even the middle, too!

Examples:

Beginning - She tilted her head, "What are you talking about?"

Middle - "Oh," he blinked, "I actually never thought about that."

End - "Wait up!" She exclaimed loudly, waving her hands around.

>> Using no dialogue tags to create a smooth conversation:

Having too many tags can also overwhelm your reader--remember, sentence variety is a crucial part of writing--so you can always drop them if they're unneeded. This applies when your characters (two is the suggested amount) are talking back and forth in a pattern straightforward enough for the reader to understand who's talking without it having to be labeled.

Dropping dialogue tags in these moments can create a smoother atmosphere during the conversation because the reader only has to focus on the talking present.

*** USING SLANG, STUTTERS, FILLER WORDS, AND PAUSES ***

Human speech is often not perfect; when talking, we often make mistakes such as filler words, grammatically incorrect phrases, etc. Hence, for more natural-sounding dialogue, it's important to incorporate some of these.

>> Pauses and stutters:

When reading dialogue, we read it at a steady pace unless it's written otherwise. However, that steady pace can soon get too robotic and too smooth. Luckily, there are several ways to change this! You can use dialogue tags, (ex: she quickly spoke) commas, and ellipsis (...). These are often integrated when the character is hesitant, nervous, answering something, or when they need to admit something. The same idea applies to stutters--they're mainly used to demonstrate anxiousness, which can be found in varying situations.

>> Filler words and slang:

Filler words can really just be used where you see fit. They may be used in the situations I previously mentioned (because it shows someone stumbling over their words) but it's ultimately up to you!

Slang, just like everything else, should not be used too often, or it will seem forced and exaggerated. The point is to sound natural, and increasing amounts of repetitiveness can ruin it. It's also important to remember that in real life, our conversations move slower; when someone speaks, another person usually doesn't respond quite literally, right after. However, in writing, dialogue can actually often seem that way, which is why using tags and these imperfections of speech is pivotal for building a realistic conversation!

*** CONCLUSION ***

Lastly, a key point when writing dialogue is to ALWAYS read the conversations! Whether it be in your head or out loud, it can often help you catch anything that seems off! Additionally, like I mentioned at the very beginning, write dialogue from your character's perspective! Imagine yourself as them and how they/you would talk. Try to keep your dialogue tags, sentences, and word use varied to create a natural conversation!

If you were struggling before, I hope that this (extra) long guide was able to really offer you some insight and useful tips! If you read this far, thank you!

Happy writing~

3hks <3

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cobaltperun · 2 days

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Lost (28) - Bounce

Tara Carpenter x female Reader

Story warnings: Scream violence, family issues, trauma, angst, certain sensitive topics

Word count: 3.8k

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-Kicked around, cut, stitched and scarred, I'll take the hit but not the fall, I know no fear, still standing tall-

She snuck through the shadows, careful to avoid being detected right away. If she remembered correctly Ghost-Lion was meant to patrol this corridor and then, just around the corner, she would reach the personal area Ghostface used as his meeting room and base of operation. Sure enough, she caught a glimpse of the robes and followed after the man. She needed to be careful not to cut his robes or damage the mask. After all, she needed them.

So, as he began climbing the stairs she ran up to him, put him in a chokehold and squeezed as hard as she could.

He grunted, turning and pushing back into the wall, making her almost let go of him, but she held on. She had to. For Tara. For Tara’s sake and safety Sam needed to be stronger than anyone, and so, in a desperate attempt to gain the upper hand when he began pulling her arms away from his neck, she leaned back and let both him and her tumble down the stairs.

~X~

Following Sam’s directions you opened the doors and came face to face with a gun pointed at you.

“Shit, Y/N, it’s you,” Kirby sighed, lowering her gun.

Your eyes widened when you saw the state everyone was in. Anya was dead, Kirby had blood on her hands and was trying to help another woman out while Tara shakily walked over to you and you automatically pulled her into your arms. “I’m here now,” you whispered softly, not entirely sure what happened here, but at least Tara was unharmed.

“Sam is trying to sacrifice herself,” Tara cried into your chest and you had to pull away slightly.

“What?” but it made sense. The look on her face, her actions, she was tired of this and it wasn’t the first time she thought her death would solve everything.

But before you or anyone else could say anything you heard the sound of yacht sailing away, prompting you and Tara to run outside.

“Sam!” Tara cried out as the two of you saw the two figures through the windows, both wearing Ghostface masks and there was nothing, absolutely nothing you could do to reach the yacht in time.

“You’re the MMA fighter, right? I have the boat, I can get you on board of that yacht,” the wounded woman said as she stumbled to her feet.

“I owe you one,” you nodded. There was no doubt in your heart. One of those two was Sam, and you were going to bring her self-sacrificing ass back to Tara.

“Y/N,” Tara grabbed your hand and you just leaned down to kiss her.

“I’ll be right back,” you said, unlike Sam you had no intention of dying, or leaving Tara to raise your children alone. You knelt in front of her and kissed her belly twice. “I promise.”

“You better,” Tara whispered, letting go of your hand.

~X~

She was staring right at her goal, at the end of this curse. She’d end the cult, her own life, and no one would ever target Tara again. She would be free from Billy’s legacy.

The sprained ankle and a couple of cuts on her body she got from fighting Ghost-Lion would be a disadvantage, but she’d push through the pain and finish the man off as quickly as possible. That was, at the very least, what Sam planned to do.

“I didn’t think you’d be the last one standing,” Ghostface told her. “I guess that’s the king of animals for you,” he chuckled a bit.

“Something like that, I guess. What now?” Sam approached him slowly, ready to stab him in the back.

“I’ll just start over, after all, much like killers from the Stab movies, we, as well, are replaceable. Though, this time I’ll start with killing Samantha,” he paused for a moment, looking ahead toward the open sea. “No more dramatic final girls, I’ll just kill her.”

His voice was calm, but Sam could sense the tension in it. Maybe it was just the fact that his entire plan fell apart in one night, or a few days at best, it didn’t really matter. But then she saw the glint of the knife and her eyes widened. He knew.

“I guess loyalty really is dogs’ greatest trait, only you weren’t loyal to me, were you, Samantha Carpenter,” he slashed at her and she just barely dodged being cut open. Instead the blade cut through the robes and left her with a small cut on her abdomen instead. “Ghost-Lion was taller,” he simply said, continuing his assault as Sam stumbled back, unable to properly regain her footing with her ankle.

She was supposed to catch him off guard, not the other way around, but she still managed to catch his wrist and twist it to get him to drop the knife.

But her sprained ankle and the pain from falling down the stairs proved to be almost insurmountable disadvantage as he managed to lift her up and slam her against the controls, pushing the lever and speeding the yacht up in the process.

Sam gasped as the mask fell off her head and nearly blacked out when he punched her in the face, but she gritted her teeth and pushed through the pain. She lifted her leg up and kicked him in the balls, making him stumble back and drop to his knees.

“It’s about time I see who you are,” she didn’t know what to expect. Would it be someone she knew, even just vaguely, or would it be a complete stranger. What she saw made her freeze. The man looked like he was desperately trying to copy Billy Loomis, and in her disoriented state of mind she clutched her head and saw her father instead.

“I gotta say, he sure captured my look,” the monster in her head laughed at the sight and Sam shut her eyes, desperately trying to block the hallucinations out.

That one moment of weakness was enough for Ghostface to grab her and throw her to the floor. Before she could react he grabbed her by the throat and pinned her to the floor.

“I’m not going to stab you Samantha, I want to feel you die,” he said, an insane and sinister grin on his face told her everything. Her only hope was that the yacht would hit something and push him off her, but she still tried to pry his fingers from her throat.

~X~

The yacht was speeding up and you knew you’d only have one chance to do this.

“These aren’t good odds,” Kirby’s mole told you.

“Tell me about it,” you sighed and got ready to jump and grab onto the fence. “We don’t exactly have other options, go back to the harbor, get that wound properly treated, Sam and I got this!” you told the woman and jumped just barely reaching and clinging to the fence. “Oh, shit!” this definitely wasn’t as easy as regular pull ups, especially with your wounded palm, but you managed to climb over the fence. “All good! Now go!” you yelled and took off. Sam would likely be in the control room or however it was called.

You burst through what looked like important doors and saw Sam struggling to push the man off her as he tried to strangle her. He was no longer wearing his mask, but the robes made it clear he was the cult leader, the Ghostface. The sound of doors slamming against the wall made him look up and it gave Sam enough of an opportunity to push him off and roll away from him as you rushed in, grabbing him by the collar and pulling him up.

“Y/N!” Sam coughed, as she tried to regain her breath, but your entire attention was on the man as you slammed an uppercut into his jaw and followed it up by several hooks, each one gaining more momentum as you punched him from one side to another. Blood spilled from his mouth and nose and he stumbled back. You took a deep breath and pulled out a knife and before he could regain his composure you ended his life by slitting his throat.

You took a few deep breaths and turned to Sam. “You okay?” she wasn’t exactly okay, she had a few shallow cuts and her ankle was probably sprained, but she was alive.

Sam nodded, leaning back against the wall and tossing the knife aside. It was finally over. “On a scale from one to ten, how angry at me are you?”

“Nine point as long as Tara wants you in her life it doesn’t matter,” you were angry, but how you felt didn’t matter as much as Tara getting to keep her sister in her life. “But you better make it right for her, and Sam,” you paused, glaring at her. “She can never know you were the one who framed me,” you decided and went over to the levers and all the other things you have never seen in your life. “Right, let’s figure this shit out and just go home.”

Sam didn’t say a word, instead she just took what you said in and waited.

~X~

Agent Woolf came back alone, without you or Sam, and barely clinging to consciousness as she stumbled out of the boat. Kirby quickly ran over to her and helped her over to where her and Tara were. Tara was happy the woman was still alive, and that she’d likely be fine, but she still worried. You and Sam were taking too long and the yacht was getting further away.

“They’ll be fine, Tara,” Kirby told her, but she was starting to lose hope.

“They better be,” she whispered, and then, just as she said that she saw the yacht turning in the distance and her heart soared. There could only be one reason for that!

A few long minutes later she saw you and Sam coming down from the yacht, and though Sam was limping she didn’t look like her life was in danger.

“Go,” Kirby pushed her lightly as she remained frozen just watching you and Sam coming closer to her. And as if broken out of her trance she just ran, jumping as she reached you and Sam and hugging both of you as tightly as she could.

“Thank goodness!” she cried out kissing you and then burying her face in Sam’s neck. “You asshole! Why would you do this to me?!” she felt her lungs burning as she sobbed.

“Tara I-“ Sam tried to speak.

“Not a word! You hear me! You don’t deserve to apologize, you just, you left me again!” she took a step back and nearly pushed Sam away, but then, through her tears, she took in Sam’s appearance. The sunken cheeks, the lost weight, the few cuts Sam received, as well as the way Sam was limping and she just wailed and nearly dropped to her knees. She would have, if Sam didn’t reach her in time and pulled her into a hug.

“I missed you so much Tara, I don’t deserve to apologize, but I’m so, so sorry!” Sam was crying as well, clinging to Tara so hard it almost hurt.

But the physical pain was nothing compared to all the time she spent worrying for Sam, all the fear and despair and the need to have her sister back by her side. And she finally had Sam back in her life, and she didn’t ever want to let Sam stay away from her for this long again.

~X~

She didn’t deserve it, but around the beginning of May she walked out of the courtroom with essentially a slap on the wrist. Released on parole because of her efforts to bring the cult down and evidence she gave them that was putting people behind bars. She should have been in prison as well. She should have been punished, but she didn’t get that, she was almost rewarded instead.

Her impulses to kill, to hurt people were overlooked in favor of who she killed and what she brought. And Sam hated herself for that.

Could she ever truly forgive herself for everything that happened? For all the ways she put the people she loved in danger? For all the people she cared about that were dead?

She couldn’t know for sure, but she had her doubts as she approached the police car driven by the woman that was a mole in the cult. Tara would be pissed when she finds out Sam didn’t call her, but she wasn’t certain of the outcome of the trial, she didn’t even tell Tara when it would be. Just in case she was sentenced to years and years in prison, she didn’t want Tara to have to see her being taken away. She’d go and visit her baby sister, and you, but she just needed to collect her thoughts. Thankfully, Kirby respected that.

“Congratulations on your freedom,” the woman said as Sam sat down next to her.

“Thanks. Not just for this, for everything you did,” Sam said, it was almost funny how she was yet to learn the woman’s name.

“No need to thank me, I was doing my job,” she replied and began driving Sam away from the court.

“Am I ever going to learn your name?” Sam asked out of the blue.

The woman grinned and turned to Sam when they reached the red light. She offered her hand to Sam and smiled softly. “I am Drew Woolf,” she said.

And so, Sam properly met the lady that was for some time her only ally in the cult.

~X~

September was coming to a close, as was Tara’s pregnancy, and one slow night you were just lazing around in the living room, watching some TV show. Tara had to leave you for a few minutes, so you just scrolled trough the news until she came back.

“You know, this is at least partly your fault,” Tara groaned as she sat down next to you. She’d give birth any day now, so you were both extra careful and always ready to drive to the hospital if the kids decided to rush things.

You gently lifted her feet up to the sofa and took her socks off. Giving Tara a massage became a bit of a habit, and she repeatedly showed you how much she appreciated your efforts. “How so?” you humored her as you began rubbing her left foot. It became her go-to joke lately, a tiny tease and complain do to all the extra weight she was carrying around.

“How? You got me pregnant,” she nudged you jokingly with her right foot.

You grinned at that. “Mhm, my strap can do anything,” you chuckled when Tara jerked slightly. You accidentally tickled her and her feet were ridiculously ticklish.

She sighed contently. “Wouldn’t that be nice, no medical procedures and all that,” she placed her hand on her belly. “I can’t wait to meet them,” she said, smiling widely all of a sudden. “They are kicking more often.”

You reached over, placing your hand next to hers. Soon, soon your children would be born and it would no longer be just you and Tara, it would be four of you.

“Y/N,” she spoke softly, almost timidly and you looked into her eyes.

“Yeah?” you instinctively moved to hold her hand.

“What if they end up having asthma?” she asked.

Your eyes softened. It wasn’t asthma itself Tara was worried about. She knew both of you would take care of your children and love them regardless of their health. It was the idea of the children, or even one of the kids inheriting something she had, in her eyes passing down her asthma felt like hurting them.

You opened your mouth but closed them in order to properly phrase your answer. “If they do, they’ll have us to teach them how to live without it affecting them too much,” you remembered sleepless nights with Tara when you were kids, you remembered how worried you were, how much she would struggle to breathe during the worst nights, no matter what you did. You remembered how weak and delirious from the sickness she would be, how she would end up being so exhausted she often wouldn’t remember everything.

~X~

One such time was shortly after Tara turned seventeen, a few days after Christmas. You came back from a fight to find her just about ready to pass out at your doorstep, she was just sitting in the hall, barely conscious when you climbed up the stairs of the apartment building.

“Shit! Tara!” you rushed to her side and picked her up off the floor. “You’re burning up, damn it why didn’t you call me?” you managed to unlock your doors and quickly put her in your bed, sitting her up and letting her lean against the propped-up pillow. You were gone for one day and this happened. You knew her mother wasn’t at home, the damn drunk, but Tara didn’t even tell you she was sick and this wasn’t how she should be after only one day.

“Fight. You were busy,” she mumbled, pulling your blanket over her body.

You turned the heating on and poured water into the kettle. “You know I would have thrown the fight if I knew,” you would scold her later, once she recovered, for now you were looking for medicine that could help her. You had a bunch of medicine thanks to Tara’s frail health. “Right, temperature first,” you fussed over her like you usually did when she was sick. “I should really take you to the doctor,” but she wouldn’t listen to you.

“You’re all I need,” she muttered. Doctors were expensive and she made you swear you wouldn’t take her to the hospital and pay for the bills a long time ago because she knew you’d pay if you took her there. You did do that once, about two years ago, and Tara still complained about that every now and then. She tried to pay you back, but you wouldn’t budge.

“Tara,” you sighed, respecting her wishes for now, but if she didn’t get better by the morning you’d actually take her to the hospital, promises be damned.

“Just come here,” she sat up and you knew what she wanted, so you got behind her and reached out for the pillow, only for Tara to place her hand over yours. “Skip it, please,” she just lied down on your chest and, though she coughed afterwards, took a deep breath. “I love you, you know? I wanna spend the rest of my life with you,” she said in her exhaustion, and you just held her.

“I love you too, you dumbass,” you whispered, your heart breaking when she got hit with another coughing fit.

Tara was better tomorrow morning, her temperature dropped as the night went on and she woke up in the bed alone around noon. That’s how exhausted she was.

“Hey, sleepy head, how are you feeling?” you sat down on the bed with the glass of water and her medicine in hand.

Tara leaned her head back, groaning a bit. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” she apologized and winced when the sudden movement made her dizzy.

“Apology accepted if you’re apologizing for not telling me you were sick,” you sighed, waiting for her to properly wake up.

“You know what I mean,” she mumbled, and you knew, unfortunately, you knew. She was apologizing for relying on you again. Finally, she accepted the medicine and leaned back once again, she was still a bit weak, so she needed to rest. “I hate being sick, I can’t separate what’s real and what’s a fever dream,” she complained as you got up to make her a breakfast. “Like, last night I dreamt you, you know what, never mind, it’s too embarrassing,” her face was read and you assumed sickness was only partly to blame.

~X~

You never found out what her fever dreams were. It didn’t matter now. You moved from the end of the sofa and hugged Tara from behind. You kissed the top of her head and pulled her close to you. “Whatever happens, whether they are healthy or not, we’ll be there for them every step of the way,” you whispered, absolutely certain of your words.

“I know,” Tara nodded, turning her head to kiss you. “My Love,” she rested her head against your chest and listened to your heartbeat.

~X~

A few days later it was happening! It happened! It…

You were about to pass out, you weren’t ready for this! You held Tara through her labor as much as she held you and you nearly fainted when you heard the first baby, a boy, crying at exactly fourteen minutes after two a.m. only for the second one, this time a girl, to come out twenty-three minutes later.

“Congratulations! You got a boy and a girl!” the midwives brought the two babies and gave them to Tara as she was resting and you couldn’t help but cry as you watched the two bundles of joy.

“You two really are tiny,” she whispered, bringing them closer and carefully hugging them.

Could you touch them? You were an MMA fighter, you were used to violence, not babies that were born less than an hour ago!

“Hey, come here,” Tara whispered, exhaustion vanished from her eyes the moment she got to hold them and you swallowed the lump in your throat and reached over to touch them.

“I…” you couldn’t say anything, you were completely speechless.

“I know,” Tara smiled, she could feel the tremble of your hands on her own, as you chose to place them there just in case. “I thought of names.”

“I’m fine with any names you want,” you quickly told her, only now realizing you didn’t really have this conversation.

“How about Zack and Susan?”

You just froze and looked at Tara, honestly unable to process all the emotions you were feeling, so, instead, you just nodded, leaning over to quickly kiss her on the lips to hopefully convey even the smallest bit of what you were feeling.

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