#but it's okay. Death is here to guide you. it's just time to move on. nothing more. nothing less.
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i just want to share my thoughts about akito and Death. because even now—even off the back of an event like burn my soul—people STILL talk about him like he's an explicitly depressed, suicidal character whose every action is cause for concern.
i think the idea that akito is suicidal has been floating around for a very long time. and while it's not entirely without merit (more on this in a bit), it's still a misconception. and it really feels like kashika exacerbated the issue. which is unfortunate! it's sad to see such a beautiful song be misinterpreted like this.
now don't get me wrong! kashika is about death. but two things:
1. kashika may have been written for akito, but it's not just for him. it's also deeply personal to ryo haruka. there are certainly similarities and haruryo undoubtedly understood everything akito felt during the events that led up to the crawl green incident, but i don't think it's entirely fair to equate his very real emotions and struggles to those of a fictional character. he and akito share kashika! you can interpret it through either lens, but trying to do so through both is where things start getting messy
2. whiiiiich leads me to my second point. who decided that the only way to interpret kashika and its themes of death is literally?
i think it's pretty common for people to automatically interpret any themes of death literally—or at least very negatively. we're naturally conditioned to fear death, and then we're taught to fear it even more. it's the change. it's the unknown. it's the very idea of an "end." most people aren't very fond of these things! understandably so. but personally? i think the symbolism that can exist behind death is beautiful.
Death is the 13th card of the major arcana. above all else, it symbolizes change (positive change; it's always, always about what's ultimately best for you). Death tells you it's time to move forward; this part of your life is done. there is more waiting for you—new opportunities, new experiences, a brighter, more fulfilling future—but you must be prepared to let go.
the habits and routines you have now? the mindsets that have kept you alive? your current sense of self? whatever it is, whatever Death is asking for, you have to let it "die." it won't serve you anymore. it will only drag you down. and it might be terrifying and you might not be able to comprehend what lies ahead and you might want to kick and scream and struggle, but you can't cling forever. endings are never easy, and sometimes they hurt like hell, but with each end comes a new beginning.
and yes if you've read burn my soul this should all sound very familiar lol:
looking at death from this perspective, kashika and the entirety of find a way out should read a lot more like akito caught on the cusp of a monumental transformation. suspended between "life" (the old) and "death" (the new) so to speak.
up to this point he's been fueled by spite and desperation. two very intense, very negative emotions—but it's an intensity that worked. everyone else on vivid street had years of musical experience, and he had 0. he needed to catch up and he needed to catch up quickly because it's not like he could put the whole world on pause. he could take his time to learn the basics, sure, but every other vivid street musician would continue improving and growing while he did that. there would always be a gap between him and Them.
unless... he worked harder—WAY harder—than all of them combined.
and maybe that wouldn't do it either. maybe he would be stuck in place forever, always playing catch-up, always struggling to stay afloat, always being left behind. he knew this. and he knew the amount of destruction he'd end up inflicting upon himself if he went down this path. but in his mind, it was okay. it was worth it. because he'd rather die endlessly pursuing what he loves most than live not trying at all.
but in find a way out, when facing off against his old bullies, he starts to realize that he was wrong. he's not just stuck in place. he bridged the gap a long time ago, and he almost didn't even notice. and where he's going now, spite and desperation are the wrong emotions to sing from. he needs to let the unhealthy, extreme mindsets die, but also it's hard to let go of something when you would have given up a long long long LONG time ago without it.
but with time, and enough poking and prodding from ken and luka, he does it. he lets go. he lets the old parts of him die, and he passes on to the next stage of his life.
akito's character arc has always been about growth. improvement. learning. Becoming Better. and not just in a musical sense although Yes That Is A Huge Part Of It. his arc is also about his growth as a person. it's about him becoming more confident, and learning how to be kinder and more patient with both himself and other people. it's about him learning how to let his walls down and let his loved ones in. and to trust that they won't start kicking him to death once they're in there.
it's about him learning to exchange the Spite and Desperation for Passion and Love.
it's about him becoming happier.
which is why it's so fucking startling when people talk about him like he's suicidal and on the verge of a breakdown. like, woah, what?
as i said though, kashika isn't the only source of this misconception and i find more merit in the other sources because they're actual aspects of his character and scenes in the story and not song lyrics that shouldn't have been read so literally in the first place. like, yeah. we've seen a ton of unhealthy behavior out of akito. he's had a very extreme perspective on his place in the world from a super early age, and while the severity frequently gets exaggerated in fanon spaces, the shinonome household isn't exactly sunshine and rainbows.
he's been moody, he's been prickly and abrasive, he's lashed out. he keeps most people at arm's length and builds walls so high not even toya can get through them at first. he had to! he wouldn't have survived if he didn't! like, he was targeted and bullied by a group of adults when he first started singing on vivid street. that is actually a genuinely traumatizing thing to happen to a kid!
so no, i'm not against the idea that akito has experienced depression and suicidal ideation in the past. kinda comes naturally with the territory he ended up in. but that's the key word: past.
i get confused when the idea is dragged into the present. because again! the whole point of his character arc is he's overcome all that PAST adversity! recovery isn't linear but we're not about to see him hit rock bottom any time soon. or ever, actually. you know why? because we've already seen his rock bottom. stray bad dog. that event was his big breakdown moment. that's what opened him up to try to start healing.
we're not getting another stray bad dog. stop expecting another stray bad dog.
he's alright, i promise. he's growing up. he's gotten better. he knows he belongs in vivid bad squad. he knows he's loved. he knows his friends will be there to catch him when he falls. he's always been strong, but now he's even stronger. he's excited for his future, and i think we should be too.
#i posted this on twitter when find a way out ended but i realized i never put it over here :0#project sekai#akito shinonome#vivid bad squad#long post#i love love love love when media isn't afraid to tackle Death as a positive theme#it's so rare. it's so refreshing#because like . i don't think we should be afraid of Death. i don't think Death should be seen as some horrible terrifying despicable End#it's as much a part of life as life itself. it's not a bogeyman out to get you. it's not a harbinger of misery and doom#it's life. it's okay to be a little scared - it's impossible to comprehend what lies beyond after all#but it's okay. Death is here to guide you. it's just time to move on. nothing more. nothing less.
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-> when the jjk men fuck the tightest girly around <3
tw# reader is small, unprotected sex, size kink, "fat" cock, tummy bulge, cervix fxcking +++++ reader's 🐱 is too small for them :( no sukuna bc i do not wish death upon the reader
18+ NSFW
Toji
Most women he meets are "tight" by his standards. He's used to it. He finds himself constantly dealing with complaints; too fucking big, it won't fit. But you... you're tighter. He knows he'll have to be careful. He rests his dick on your belly and just watches you panic for a minute. He looks at your body and how your legs are folded up and the way his hand seems to cover your whole midriff where he's holding you still. Your eyes dart down to his cock, that's just so... fat. He holds it in his hand and starts teasing you with the tip, sliding up and down, pushing you open. But he's just playing with you.
When you beg him just right he starts slotting himself inside while his predatory gaze fixes on your puffy lower stomach. You wonder why he's staring there so intently until you look down to see him sinking in, followed by the unmistakable rise of your stomach. Your eyes go wide. You've never seen anything like that before. He rests his hand there to feel himself and just gives you an arrogant smirk, loving your shocked reaction.
He leans in some more and your legs start trying to squeeze shut. He just gets all frustrated and mad that he can't stuff all his cock inside in one go, but he deals with it and sinks inside as far as you'll take him. Maybe he can get a nice cock ring to hug his base next time so he can get a little attention there as well. It feels wrong, not being balls deep inside you, but he knows he would literally tear you open if he got back any further.
"I'm not all the way in. Is that seriously all you can take? Pussy's so small, come here- oh, shit, tha's really the back, huh? Ok, ok, calm down, don't fuckin' cry, baby, I'll just sit nice and snug against you here- yeah, is that your cervix? It hurts? Look, there's still inches of me left, just let me have this, let me- ngh, don't tell me not to cum inside- I'll cum where I want, pretty girl."
Kento
It's your first time 'sleeping over' at his place and he's more fucking nervous than you. You've never even seen his dick before but when you unzip him while he's grabbing at his thighs trying to contain a moan you hold and squeeze him and he barely fits.
You're using two hands on his shaft and your tongue on his tip- now you can really see what you're dealing with your mouth is starting to water. You do your best to accommodate him with your mouth first, sucking only half his cock like some massive, thick lollypop. Then when he tugs at your hair and lifts you up onto his spread legs, you feel his sticky tip poking your cute pussy and you just have to try.
He lets you go down at your own pace as your body struggles with the circumference of his shaft. But he's getting in there, slowly, and he's groaning and sighing so beautifully you just have to keep going. You have to try to take him whole, but it just stops. You let out a squeal of frustration. But, to your pleasure, he just holds your back and starts moving his hips, guiding you over his massive member.
"Mmh- mm, fuck- both hands, honey, yeah- o-oh, your mouth, ah, is that the back of your throat, already? Okay, come up here, yeah keep your legs nice and wide- hold onto my shoulders, that's it. Mm, yeah, slower, slower, d-don't rush it, hah- ah, fuck! No, no, that's it you can't go any deeper, sweetie, don't worry please don't hurt yourself. That's enough. Good girl, let me do it now."
Satoru
This kitty got claws, and god damn he's gonna sink them into the fat of your ass when he's impatiently trying to get his dick in your cute little hole. He moans and cries and nearly pulls out to throw a fucking tantrum because he can't fit, but after scolding him and telling him you don't care how many inches he can get inside you his usual bravado returns. He holds the slim curve of your waist that just looks ridiculously tiny in his big hands and he just stares at where he's sinking in and out of you, getting your cream all over him.
He grabs your hair into a ponytail now, his thumb playfully slipping over your ass while he rails you with all he can give you and he starts to feel rather smug. Although he's not getting his usual treatment- a deep fucking that has sweet pussy juices of his lucky partner coating him right from base to the very tip of his perfectly curved cock- he is starting to enjoy the fact that he's just too long.
He's joked about it, sure, turning girls down, saying stuff like, 'you won't be able to handle me anyway, princess', or 'you should fuck my friend instead, his dick isn't as big'. But he didn't realise he'd ever actually find a girl so tiny that it just wasn't physically possible. It's not as if he needed an ego boost in that department, but he starts to enjoy the idea so much that he has to get his phone out to take a few pictures (that will definitely get a lot of use). Maybe he'll show Suguru, too, just to show off a little. But he really does need to get his whole cock coated, so maybe next time he'll try your ass.
"It won't fit!! Ugh, it's not fair, how come I ended up with the cutest most pretty girl who has the smallest puss- oh! Ok, I'm sorry, jesus! Don't take it so personally I just wanted to fuck you properly... tsk- yeah, at least you're all filled up, huh? Yeah? Oh, it really does feel good? Ok, ok fine let me fuck you like this I don't care- yeah, s'not my fault my dick is so big just- ugh, get on your knees, mmh- yeah show me that ass!"
Suguru
He tries to coax you open so gently and frowns like he's done something wrong, encouraging you as if he could expand the very walls of your vagina, as if he could relocate your cervix. He spits on your clit and rubs it around with his thumb in slow circles until you cream on him one more time and he sucks his teeth from that squeezing sensation that feels so much hotter because of how small you are.
And he's so fucking determined that it's his fault, but you know it's you, so you try to explain that it's all you can take and he almost doesn't believe you until he sees you wince in pain from where he's pressed against your cervix.
He looks so shocked and mesmerised, he has to pull all the way out and get his fingers inside you to check. His fingers are long and yes, they can reach close to the back too and you let out a little yelp at the familiar feeling of being filled. Two fingers. Two long, masculine fingers is all it takes and you're squirming and writhing around. He has to pin you down and sink his cock back in with new found urgency now, telling you to pinch at his nipples if you need him to ease up.
"Baby, baby shh, I know you can take some more, just- yeah, try to relax, let me open you up- mmh- maybe you just need one more, one more- that's it. No way? I can't get any fucking deeper? I- I've never fucked a girl with such a cute pussy- no it's okay don't say sorry, you're gorgeous- so fucking tight it's making me dizzy. Uh uh, no you won't just suck me off instead I'm going to fuck you stupid just don't let me hurt you, ok?"
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#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#female reader#18+ content#toji fushiguro#toji x reader#toji smut#nanami kento x reader#nanami kento#satoru gojo#gojo satoru smut#gojo x reader#satoru gojo smut#geto suguru smut#suguru geto#geto x reader#suguru x reader#jjk headcanons#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujutsu kaisen drabble
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taking care of astarion after cazador's death
no smut, just comfort /// gender-neutral reader/tav
after cazador's deminse, after the spawn leave, once it's just you and your companions again, astarion doesn't speak. it's as if he's in a daze. you're torn between giving him space and leaving him on his own, and wondering if he really needs to not be alone right now.
he's still covered in blood, you'd given him a shirt he pulled on over his head, the grime on his skin soaked through and left it sticking to his skin, it was over his face, in his hair. he didn't make any move to wipe any of it away.
the trek out of the castle, out of the dark, seemed so long. you wondered how he was still standing, how he was dragging his legs. you stay by his side, but did not touch him, you make no move to grab his hand, to sooth him. you hoped walking at his side, matching his pace, conveyed enough. you were here. and you weren't going to touch him until he said it was alright.
you only had one plan you cared about when you finally reached the inn. the others talked amongst themselves, one by one their eyes lingering on astarion, apologising, telling him he did the right thing, that they were proud of him. you watched them start to retreat up to their rooms as you spoke with innkeeper.
once done with your conversation, key in hand, astarion still stood at the foot of the stairs.
"were you waiting for me?" you asked. he opened his mouth to speak, his eyes drifted down, he paused. "i want to take you somewhere. and i know you're tired, i promise it's to help you rest."
he nodded, still mute, you reached out to take his hand, stopped yourself, and instead beckon him to follow you.
you wound through the inn, existing out into a small garden, and entering the building on the other side, guiding astarion through the main door and down the corridors until you found the door that fits the key the innkeeper gave you.
inside was a small, private bath, sunken into the ground like a hot spring. it's nothing that fancy, but it's quiet, and fits it's purpose. you press the key into his hand, carefully.
"i can leave, if you'd like. and you can take all the time you need... or, if you'd rather, i can stay and help you wash. and that's all we'll be doing. i'd be touching you, but it wouldn't be sexual. and if you're not comfortable with that, it's okay," you twisted your head to try and catch his gaze. "would you like me to stay or go? i won't be offended or upset, the choice is yours, and if you'd rather i go i'll be waiting for you upstairs."
he still didn't speak, you wondered if his screams and cries earlier have made his voice hoarse, or if he just can't bring himself too. your hand hovered by his cheek, not touching, but trying to guide his head to turn towards yours, and when he finally does there's wetness in his eyes, the blood high on his cheekbones becoming smudged.
"would you like me to stay?"
his teeth sank into his lip, if they drew blood you'd be unable to tell. he nodded his head.
"would you like to undress yourself, or do you want me to help?"
you saw him shudder, and he stepped back and as he started to remove his clothes you did the same with yours. you wade into the bath, sinking down and sigh as the water washes over your tired muscles.
you turned, and reached out a hand towards him. he took it.
he's silent as you reached into the small basket at the side of the bath, lathering soap in your hands and getting to work, starting with his hands, kneading around his nails, up his arms, his torso, his face.
he's silent as you nudged him to move, knelt up behind him, asked him to tilt his head back, poured water over his head, felt him start to relax as he closed his eyes, running your hands through his hair, feeling as though it's the most intimate action you've ever done with him, despite the multiple nights of passion.
he's still silent when you exited the baths, annoyed that you can't just roll under clean sheets but have to redress yourselves, as you hesitated to follow him into your room, ready to bunk with one of the others, but he took your hand, and then you're both silent as you undress again, crawl under the sheets, letting him reach for you this time, now that he's ready, taking him in your arms, cradling his head to your chest, fingers playing with his hair.
you don't imagine the soft "thank you" that fell from his lips as you both drifted off to sleep.
#i dont care if a bathhouse is too fancy or not accurate to the area astarion deserves one okay#astarion#astarion x reader#baldurs gate 3#baldur's gate 3#bg3#baldur's gate iii#baldurs gate astarion#the vampire writes#y/n#gender neutral reader#reader insert#x reader
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luke x daughter of aphrodite!! maybe a super cute fluff where they help luke show percy around and just their experience with percy!
-🥽 anon
stop this prompt is soo cute ! thanks for sending it in <3
"You okay?" Luke asked the newest camper in his cabin.
"Super."
"We all have them, you know." Luke clicked his tongue. "Intense, recurring nightmares. That's normal here. For the first time in your life, you're just like everyone else."
"So are you also... Do you not know who your..." the blonde boy began to ask.
"Am I unclaimed?" Luke shook his head. "No, Hermes is my father. That doesn't matter though, we're all on the same team here."
"Why is it okay they ignore some of us?"
"Spend too much time figuring out what the gods do whatever it is they do, you'll drive yourself crazy. Sooner you can stop worrying about that, the sooner you can enjoy what this place actually does offer."
"And what's that?"
Luke smiled, guiding Percy out the door to show him the rest of camp.
The two boys ran into Clarisse and the Ares kids first. Luke explained to Percy that the Ares kids were always confrontational and brutally honest, but he had nothing to worry about, as long as he was around.
"Come on, let's go figure out what you're good at."
After crossing off archery and metalworking, and dodging several near death experiences, they sat down for lunch.
"Is there a Greek god of disappointment?" Percy sighed.
"We're gonna find the thing you're good at, I know it," Luke reassured him. "We should try-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Luke's eyes lit up and a smile crossed his face, causing Percy to turn around.
A girl came over to Luke's side of the table and kissed the top of his head. "Hi, love."
Luke beamed, turning toward Percy. "Y/N, this is Percy, I'm giving him the tour. Percy, Y/N. She's in Aphrodite."
That much he could tell, Percy thought she was one of the most beautiful girls he had ever seen.
"Ah, bonjour! Comment ça va?" she asked him.
Percy looked confused, only recognizing the first part of the sentence. "Uhhh... hello?"
Y/N smiled softly, "Guess he's not in Aphrodite then. Any luck finding out your skill, Percy?"
"No, unforunately," Percy grumbled.
"Aw, don't worry. Soon enough you'll be like Luke here," she had moved to sit in his lap by now, one of his arms curled around her waist. "Did you know he's the best swordsman at camp?"
She looked at Luke proudly, Percy swore he saw hearts instead of pupils in her eyes.
"I think it's come up once or twice," Percy responded.
The Aphrodite girl smiled again, "Have you shown Percy the lake yet?" she asked Luke.
"No, not yet. Do you want to come with us?"
"You mean, do I want to show him the place where we met? Is that even a question?"
The trio finished up their food and headed back outside. Y/N led the way, her presence enough to clear a path in the group of campers idling outside. Luke and Percy followed a few feet behind her.
"So... how long have you two been...?" Percy asked shyly.
"Three years. Since we were 16," Luke responded. Though Percy had only known Luke for about a day at this point, he couldn't help but notice how Luke's entire demeanor had changed since Y/N's arrival.
"Oh, wow. That's a long time."
"I got really lucky."
"What do you mean?"
"Before I got here, I had nobody. I mean, there was Annabeth and Thalia, but they're like my sisters. Y/N was the one that showed me what love is."
"Is that what you meant earlier? About enjoying what this place has to offer?"
He smiled. "You might be surprised, Percy."
"Are you boys coming or not?" Y/N called back toward them.
"Yes, ma'am!" Luke yelled back, jogging up to where she was. They were almost at the lake by then.
"So, Percy, anyone at camp catch your eye yet?" Y/N asked, her hand wrapped around Luke's arm.
"Babe, he just got here." Luke said.
"So? I knew I liked you the second we met."
Luke blushed, caught off guard by her sincerity. That was one thing he wasn't sure he would ever get over, her ability to express her emotions so unabashedly. It was something he still struggled with from time to time, but for her, he would let down all of his walls.
"I wouldn't say I have a crush on her or anything- she kinda just scares me but she did catch my attention," Percy interrupted Luke's thoughts.
"What's her name?" Y/N asked.
"Annabeth, I think."
Y/N nodded knowingly, looking over at Luke. "Well, I guess we'll just see if anything special blooms there. Anyway, we're here!"
The sun was beginning to set over the horizon now, painting the sky in beautiful hues of purple and pink. A gentle breeze accompanied the three as they sat down by the water.
Y/N leaned against Luke's body, savoring the warmth he offered. He absent-mindedly twirled a piece of her hair.
"Three years ago, I was sitting right here, when I saw someone a few feet away from me. He was throwing rocks into the lake and disturbing my peace," Y/N began. "When I looked over to see who it was-"
"You saw the most gorgeous man you've ever laid your eyes on," Luke cut in.
"Hey!" Y/N playfulled smacked his shoulder. "I know you've heard this story one hundred times but Percy hasn't yet."
"Yeah, I haven't yet!" Percy backed her up.
The two older campers laughed. "Thank you, Percy. Now, where was I? Oh, yes, I saw this boy with curly dark hair and soft brown eyes, and I thought that's him. He's the one. This was before I was claimed by Aphrodite, but I just had a feeling, you know?"
Percy nodded, even though he wasn't sure he had experienced that feeling yet.
"But anyway, this boy looked kind of sad, so I decided to sit next to him."
"I think that's why he was throwing rocks into the water," Percy broke in.
Y/N giggled and Luke nudged her shoulder to continue.
"You're right, Percy, I had the same thought. When I sat next to him, I sensed that he was annoyed."
"Okay, love, let me finish from here." Luke softly kissed her shoulder and she buried her head in the crook of his neck.
"I wasn't annoyed-" he clarified. "At least, not at you. I had just been claimed by my father, but I was still frustrated with the whole idea of gods having children and just ignoring them. Then, this angel sat next to me and for the first time, I felt seen."
Y/N looked up at her boyfriend, her face full of nothing but admiration. No matter how many times she heard this part of the story, she still couldn't believe how she got quite so lucky.
"Percy, our parents may never redeem themselves for their wrongdoings, but I thank the gods every day they sent me Y/N." With that, Luke gently placed his hand on her cheek and leaned in to kiss her.
"Hello! As lovely as this story is, still a minor here!" Percy waved his hand in front of their faces enthusiastically, causing all three of them to burst into laughter.
#🥽 anon#luke castellan prompt#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan#percy jackson series#percy jackson#pjo#charlie bushnell#charlie bushnell x reader#luke castellan imagine#luke castellan x you
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Eastside FINAL.
P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8 P9 P10 P11 P12 P13 P14 P15 P16
summary: growing up in the outskirts of Boston wasn't really pretty. Life wasn't that great for most people, most people. You had Matt and no one fucked with you when Matt was standing by your side. The chief's daughter and the bad boy deliquent. A perfect love story?
warnings: THE LAST PART, shes long asf, sad af, mentions of guns, mentions of hosptials, mentiosn of gunshot wounds, mentions of death, mentions of drugs, suggestive
grab a snack, grab some tissues, take a deep breath.
xoxo, autumn
My eyes blinked open. I stared up at the ceiling. I thought it could have been a dream, from my groggy state. Until I heard beeping from beside me. I furrowed my eyebrows turning my head seeing a machine next to me.
I looked down at my arm that were filled with IVs and a bandage over my arm. I attempted to lift my arm but winced in pain.
“Y/n, stay still”
I looked up seeing my dad standing up from a chair looking down at me. He blinked down at me, worry all over his face. I scanned him in his uniform.
I attempted to sit up but my Dad came over me laying his hand on my shoulder. “Y/n, lay down. The doctor said you’re suppose to be in bed rest for the next few weeks” He said. I just blinked at me, swallowing parting my lips and licking them.
He stared down at me.
Realization hit my chest.
Matt.
I raised my eyebrows, the machine starting to beep louder from my heart rate rising. “Matt” I mumbled looking up at him, searching for answers. My dad looked from me to the machine that was rising in sound next to me.
“Dad where’s Matt?” I said moving up with my other arm. I shook my head as he looked at me. “Dad where’s Matt!” I said louder my eyes filling with tears. His hands came over me.
“Y/n, Calm down. Just calm down sweetheart” He said shaking his head. I shook my head as I kicked the covers of the hospital bed off my body as I attempted to sit up.
“Matt!” I yelled shaking my head. My dad’s eyes widened as he looked at me. “Matt!” I screamed as loud as I could in case he could hear me. “Y/n! Calm down!” My dad yelled at me.
I couldn’t hear. I couldn’t think. Where was Matt?
I looked over at the IVs stuck in my arms before reaching up and ripping them out of my arm, not even feeling the pain as I threw them away from me. I swung my legs over the bed before falling against my dad, trying to make my way towards the doors of the room.
He grabbed my waist to keep my standing. I winced from the pain corsating through my arm. I pushed my dad off me. “Matt!” I cried louder.
“Nurse!” My Dad yelled before three nurses rushed into the room, their eyes meeting mine and their widening. Two of the nurses came to my sides to hold me up, pushing me back towards the bed.
“No! Stop! Get off m-me!” I screamed. “Where’s Matt!” I screamed. The nurses guided me back towards my bed.
“Miss. Y/l/n, you have to calm down. Stop screaming, you need to rest-“ One of the nurses said before I pushed her back. “Y/n” My dad stated in shock. I looked between them as tears fell down my cheeks.
“Is he d-dead?” I said through choked cries. My dad looked over at the nurses and they looked at me. “Tell me what the fucks going on! Where my boyfriend!” I screamed at them.
“Baby, He’s in surgery right now, he’s been in surgery since you guys got here last night, we don’t have any updates on him yet. I told them to give me any updates as soon as they have them” My dad said coming up to me looking down at me.
I shook my head as tears poured.
“But he’s gonna be okay right? He’s gonna be okay?” I cried looking at the nurses for answers. They just looked from me to my dad.
I heard the door start to open slightly before I saw brown hair peak through. My heart dropped.
Chris revealed himself. My heart clenched. I looked at him as Nick followed in behind them.
“Now’s not a good time” One of the nurses mumbled to them. I shook my head. “Nick, Chris—I’m so—“ I cried before they both came up to me wrapping me into a hug.
I cried against them as the nurses back up and my dad just watched us. “I’m so s-sorry—“ I shook my head. Nick leaned down against my ear.
“Nothing is your fault Y/n, I promise. Thank you so much for everything” Nick whispered quietly into my ear. I pulled back seeing Chris’s eyes teary as he looked at me.
I swallowed.
“He’s gonna be okay right?” I cried looking between them and they just looked at each other. Nick looked at me and closed his eyes. I brought my hand up to my mouth and closed my eyes shaking my head.
“I can’t live without him, he has to be okay” I cried shaking my head. They nodded and their arms came back around me. “They are doing everything they can y/n. There’s nothing we can do right now but wait” Nick said as he held me. I nodded as I cried into his shoulder.
-
“Do you want some water?”
I looked up at my Dad before looking back at the door. “No” I stated, my eyes trained at the door. He sighed as he stepped out of the way of some nurses trying to walk around him in the hallway.
“You’ve been sitting outside in the hallway for 3 hours now, you promised after the first hour you would try to eat something” My dad sighed. I gripped my IV that was standing next to me, next to my chair harder as my eyes watered.
“I’m not going anywhere” I shook my head as tears threatened to spill over my eyes. He took in a breath as he sat in the chair next to me. “Y/n, you have to promise me you’ll be okay if he’s not” He whispered shaking his head.
I swallowed my eyes not leaving the door. “He’s should be out by now. The surgery should be done by now” I said shaking my head. My dad sighed next to me, placing his hand on my shoulder.
“Y/n” he sighed, trying to get my attention. I shook my head as a tear fell out of my eye. “Nick and Chris are in the cafeteria right now, maybe you should join them” My dad stated. I shook my head.
“I said I’m not leaving him” I said harshly ripping my shoulder from him hand. He nodded. “I’m gonna go get your pain meds, the nurse said that it was time for the second dose” He breathed standing up and walking away.
I didn’t respond as I stared at the door that held the love of my life that I couldn’t see while his life was in the hands of a doctor and a scalpel, and there was nothing I could do to help.
-
My dad brought me back some water and my meds and a jello cup. I took the meds, because the pain in my arm was too horrible to bear, but it was like a pinch compared to the feeling in my chest. The jello laid next to me looking as unappealing as ever.
Nick and Chris sat across from me. Nick staring at the floor in front of him as Chris attempted to keep his eyes opened his head pressed against his hand.
“He really loved you, you know”
I looked up at them. Nick stared back at me. He smiled softly. “He really did” He nodded. I just looked at him.
“Every since we were kids he would just smile the whole ride on the bus, just about to jump for joy because he knew when he got to school he would see you” Nick said shaking his head. The corners of my mouth turned up slightly.
“I remember when he kissed you under the playground in sixth grade, he ran to us saying he kissed you—“ Nick smiled shaking his head. Chris looked up at him.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so happy” He said smiling down at me. My eyes watered as I looked at him. “I remember he would come to school sick as a dog, just because he didn’t want you to forget about him and start liking someone else” Nick smiled shaking his head. I just watched them as my eyes flooded.
“He threw up twice on the way to school and still insisted on going” Chris chimed in.
Nick chuckled and nodded.
“You never let him live that down did you?” Nick asked looking at Chris. Chris shook his head. I smiled before it fell and I looked towards the door, taking in a breath.
They both looked up at me.
“I just don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for possibly spending my last moments with him being angry with him over something that wasn’t true.” I whispered shaking my head as a tear fell down my face.
Nick stood up and walked over to me, sitting down next to me, placing his hand on my knee.
“He’ll always love you y/n. No matter what happens-“ Nick shook his head. I looked over at him. “I just wanted you to know that” Nick said shaking his head. I nodded looking at him and he smiled.
The door opened.
Nicks eyes looked up behind me. I felt my heart drop before I even turned around. But I forced myself to. I looked and saw the doctor exiting from the room.
I shot up, Nick and Chris rising after me. The doctor looked up at him. “Are you the family of….” The doctor said looking down at his sheet. “Matthew Sturniolo?” He asked raising his eyes looking at us.
I nodded quickly. “We’re his brothers” Chris said quickly motioning to him and Nick. The doctor looked down at me as I just wanted him to speak, say anything.
“She’s family” Nick stated grabbing the doctor’s attention. He nodded as he flipped the sheet attached to his clipboard. “He’s okay right?” I said my voice breaking. The doctor let out a breath, before looking up at us.
“The bullet took a dangerous path, hitting him in the swerved line of his back, next to the spinal cord and puncturing a lining of his muscles, landing inside of his ribcage.” The doctor explained. I just watched him, my heart beating a million miles a minute.
“A couple inches from his heart, an inch from damaging the spinal cord that could have paralyzed him for life, and almost puncturing a vital organ” He breathed. Nick nodded looking at him. Chris just listened.
“He lost a lot of blood on the way to the hospital, he was dead when he got here.”
My face dropped.
My heart stopped.
All the reasons left to live left my body.
All the breath from my lungs gone.
Nick put his arm on my shoulder, but I barely felt it as I stared at the doctor.
“But—“ the doctor breathed. I took in a breath. “He wasn’t gone for long and it we immediately hooked him up to the machines, pumping blood back to his heart and somehow—“ he shook his head.
“Somehow what? Somehow what?” I choked looking at him. The doctor glanced at me before looking back at Nick. “We got him back” He nodded looking at Nick.
I let out a breath, holding my stomach as I bent over catching my breath, feeling nauseous.
“T-The surgery. Is he okay? Is there any permanent damage?” Chris stuttered looking at him. The doctor licked his lips. “The surgery was more meticulous than expected, like I said the way the bullet when in, it was almost like he was making a sudden movement from the way the bullet cut his skin and the path the bullet took” The doctor said.
“A sudden movement?” Chris asked. Nick looked down at me. I looked down at my arm. “Like a split second movement” The doctor nodded. Chris looked down at me. I froze. I shook my head.
“Did he-“ Chris breathed. I shook my head, my eyes filled with tears. He blocked the bullet from me? I barely noticed he moved, I thought he was just moving next to me. But then there was a second shot—and that one hit me—I. I shook my head.
He blocked the bullet from me.
“So it was harder to get the bullet out of him, which is why the surgery took so long, but there weren’t any major complications. Everything in the vitals looked good, no damage in the spinal cords, and the bullets out. It’s just going to be a long painful recovery, but it’s a miracle he survived” The doctor finished.
I looked up at Nick before wrapping my arms around him and he hugged me back as we both caught our breath. I felt Chris’s arms come around us.
I pulled back looking at the doctor.
“Can we see him?” I shook tears in my eyes. The doctor sighed. “He just came out of surgery, he’s asleep still, but you’re welcome to sit in there” He nodded.
I looked up at Nick and Chris for permission before they nodded. I smiled and nodded before walking over to the room and gripping the handle. I pushed the door slightly before hearing the beeping of machines.
I looked over seeing him. Seeing him.
Alive.
Breathing.
His chest rising and lowering.
I smiled shaking as tears filled my eyes. I walked over next to him slowly. His eyes were closed, he was sleeping. My shaky hand came over his forehead, pushing his hair out of his eyes.
I leaned down pressing my lips to his skin. I leaned back. I heard the door creek open seeing Nick and Chris standing there just watching us. I wiped my nose before a tear fell from my eyes onto his shirt.
I just ran my thumb over his face.
His eyes blinked open.
My breath caught in my lungs. His blue eyes looking up at me. I smiled shaking my head. “Hi my love” I whispered tears fogging my vision. He took in a breath and turned his head towards me.
“You’re okay” His horse voice spoke. I cried letting out a small laugh. I shook my head running my hands over his face. “You’re alive” I cried. He smiled slightly closing his eyes and nodded.
“You can’t get rid of me that easily” He said softly swallowing, slightly. I chuckled shaking my head as tears poured out of my eyes. I leaned down and pressed my head against his shoulder.
“I love you so much. So so much.” I cried shaking my head. He leaned his head against mine. “You died on me. I thought you were gone—Matt I can’t live without you, never leave me again” I shook against him.
His hand that was connected with wires came up to my face, pressing his hand against my cheek, holding me against him. He took in a breath.
His eyes shifted to Chris and Nick who were just watching us. Chris smiled pushing past Nick before walking up to Matt and hugging him on the other side. Matt whinced and we both came off of him.
“Guys, let him breathe” Nick said shaking his head. I stepped back and so did Chris. “Yeah Chris, let me breathe” Matt mumbled as he reached his hand up to grab my fingers before interlacing his fingers with mine pulling me back to him.
I smiled as I leaned my head against his. Chris rolled his eyes before putting his hand on his knee. “We’re glad you’re okay” Chris smiled. Matt sighed.
“Slim?” He mumbled. I leaned up running my hands through his hair as he looked at Nick. “Dead” Nick said looking at him. He swallowed. “Landon? Pallo? Everyone?” He asked. “In custody” Nick nodded. Matt looked up at me.
“Us?” Matt said turning his head back to Nick. Nick smiled. “Just victims at the wrong place, wrong time—bystanders” Nick smiled. Matt let out a breath. I smiled pressed my lips against the top of his head.
“Cecilia?” Matt asked. I sat up looking at him. My face dropped. Matt looked up at me. “Where’s Cecilia?” Matt asked looking at me.
“Who’s Cecilia?” Chris asked shaking his head. I looked at Nick, who shook his head and shrugged. I swallowed. Fuck, I had no idea where she was. I tuned back at Matt.
“Go” he mumbled blinking up at me weakly. I stared down at him. “Go find her” He said blinking his eyes closed, his hands still playing with my fingers. I shook my head.
“You’re an absolute idiot if you think I’m leaving you now” I said my eyes flooding as I stared down at him. He smiled before reaching up and wiping his thumb under my eyes.
“She saved your life”
“I wouldn’t have care if you hadn’t survived, it would have meant nothing without you” I breathed as tears fell as he continued to wipe them. He smiled and took in a breath.
His hands moved down and hovered over my arm, right above where my arm was wrapped from the bullet.
He looked up at me.
“Matt we’re gonna go get you the nurse, tell her you’ve woken up. Get your med and everything” Nick said grabbing Chris’s shoulder and dragging him out of the room. Matt’s eyes didn’t leave mine.
“I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself for letting you get hurt” Matt mumbled as the door closed. I shook my head as I leaned down pressing my hands against his face. “It wasn’t your fault not of it was. Matt, you saved my life. Why did you move in front of the bullet?” I whispered as I looked down at him.
He shook his head.
“I wasn’t gonna let you die” He whispered. I smiled before pressing my lips against his cold ones and then leaning my forehead against his. “God, I never thought I’d feel that again” I whispered looking at him. He smiled.
“You know the only thing I could think about when I thought that it was it for me was that I couldn’t even remember the last time we kissed” I whispered as a tear fell down my face onto his.
“It was at the dance when we were dancing” he mumbled. I closed my eyes and nodded. “You’re right” I chuckled. He reached up wiping the tears under my eyes.
“I love you” He mumbled.
I shook my head.
“I love you more” I whispered. He smiled.
“Impossible”
-
matt pov
The pain was almost unbearable, only when I moved. It was easier to look over and see her on the chair next to my bed, fast asleep against the arm of the chair. Her lips slightly parted, her eyes closed.
Peaceful.
I smiled as I looked down at her.
I feel like I’ve never really done anything right in my life. But for some reason the universe gave me her. I don’t deserve it, but I had it and I wasn’t ever letting her go.
I couldn’t describe the fear in my chest seeing her pressed against the wall, gun pointed at her while I laid there helpless. It was something that was going to haunt me for a long time. I owed Cecilia my life for saving her.
I remembered looking towards Cecilia on the ground as I dropped my gun. She motioned for me to kick it to her when Slim told me to drop it, and I did. I never trusted her, not after what she did to y/n and I’s relationship, but in the moment I had nothing else to do but trust her so I kicked her the gun.
Having no idea that would save my girlfriend’s life.
Y/n’s chest rose and fell with each breath. She was alive and breathing. I closed my eyes, not caring if the pain corsating through my body would last forever if it meant that I wasn’t dreaming. That she was there.
I heard the door start to open, excepting to see Chris or Nick but instead it was her dad, the chief of police. I took in a breath as his eyes went from me to her.
He sighed as he walked in and closed the door. He walked over to Y/n and I just watched him as his hand came over her head. She didn’t move, deep in sleep.
“I’m glad she’s finally sleeping, she’s been awake for hours” He said quietly looking down at her. I just looked at him. He glanced up at me.
“She still hasn’t eaten anything. I’m hoping when she wakes up you can convince her to eat something” He said looking at me. I nodded closing my eyes.
“She hasn’t eaten anything yet?” I asked looking at him. He shook his head. “She’s been camped up outside of your surgery room since she woke up and knew that you weren’t okay” He said, making my heart drop. Knowing she was probably in pain herself sitting in those uncomfortable chairs for hours, just waiting to know if I was going to live.
I glanced back over to her sleeping figure.
He walked over to my bed looking down at me. My body stiffened.
“You took a nasty hit” He stated looking down at me. I just looked at him, not sure if he was getting ready to actually end my life or not.
“Nick told me you moved in front of the bullet so it wouldn’t hit her” He said raising his eyebrows. I swallowed and shrugged.
“Doesn’t matter, I didn’t know he would fire two shots. She still got hit” I mumbled the last part feeling the pain in my chest, the guilt of knowing my actions still didn’t prevent her from getting hurt.
“You jumped in front of a bullet to save my daughter” He stated. I looked up at him. He closed his eyes. “You’re an idiot” He shook his head. “But thank you. I owe you my life” he said leaning down and placing his hand on my shoulder.
I smiled slightly at him.
“But I do still have to get in the questioning and whatnot because of my job” He sighed. I just looked at him, swallowing.
He pulled out a paper before looking down at him.
“What were you doing there?” He asked looking down at me. I looked up at the ceiling. “I knew Y/n was there and I knew it wasn’t safe so I went” I answered. “Why did you know it wasn’t safe?” He asked after.
I looked over at him, not answering.
“How do you know Slim Propell?” He asked instead. I shrugged. “Knew his name from around” I lied. He glanced back to his paper. “Were you and your brother involved in anyway in Slims drug business that we aren’t aware of or can you offer any names of anyone that wasn’t at the scene of the crime?” he asked.
I shook my head.
He closed the paper.
“Okay” He said stepping back.
“Okay?” I questioned. He looked back at me. “That’s it?” I asked shaking my head, knowing the questioning process was long, hard, and miserable from my former experience. He nodded. I shook my head furrowing my eyebrows.
He sighed stepping back towards me.
“Look from your record, do I think you’re innocent in all of this?” He asked shaking his head. I just watched him. “No” he stated blankly. I didn’t move.
“Do I know that you jumped in front of a gun to save my daughter?” He said looking back at Y/n, who was still sound asleep. He turned back at me. “Yes” he let out a breath.
“I don’t know or necessarily care why or how you are involved in any of this—but” He paused. “But we didn’t find anything to tie you to it” He answered. I closed my eyes.
Thank the gods for Y/n.
“So stay out of trouble. I meant it when I said I didn’t want to see you in my office again, for anything. I hope that near death experience scared you enough” He pointed at me. I swallowed.
“Almost losing Y/n, scared me enough to never get involved in anything like that again” I answered truthfully. He nodded looking down at me.
“Good” He said as he walked towards the door.
“Chief wait” I said catching his attention. I looked back towards Y/n. “Can I ask you something?” I whispered. He nodded walking back towards me.
I swallowed this was terrifying.
“I know you don’t like me. I know you never thought I was good enough for your daughter and trust me I don’t think I am either” I shook my head. He just crossed his arms and looked down at me.
“But I can’t almost lose her again” I shook my head. “I can’t imagine a life without her in it” I mumbled looking at him. He narrowed his eyes at me.
“She’s the love of my life” I stated. He didn’t react as he looked down at me. “I promise I’ll never put her in a position to get hurt ever again” I whispered shaking my head. He nodded and pursed his lips.
“What are you trying to ask me kid?” He asked looking down at me. I glanced over at her and then back to him.
“We graduate in May—“
“With your recovery time period you’ll be luck to graduate” He stated looking down at me. I sighed closing my eyes. “She’ll graduate in May” I stated looking up at him. He nodded.
“I know we’re young—“ I said shaking my head furrowing my eyebrows looking up at him. He closed his eyes and sighed.
“I can’t live without her” I whispered. He took in a breath and opened his eyes.
“Can I marry your daughter?”
-
y/n pov
The next month was a tiring experience if I’m being honest, but it didn’t matter to me. I would hand feed Matt for the rest of my life, just happy that he was here with me.
Nights and mornings I stayed at the hospital while he recovered. Taking care of every need he had. He made it fun, always keeping me laughing and entertained.
I would lay in bed with him when the nurses weren’t looking and he would talk about everything we were gonna do when he got released. It made me happy, because sure we were in the hospital, but we could be anywhere it would feel like home.
Because he was my home.
When he finally did get released, Chris and Nick helped out a lot. With moving him from the hospital back to his house. It was nice being out of that stuffy hospital.
“Are you comfortable? Do you need anything else? Some water? More pillows?” I asked as I searched his room. He laughed as he motioned for me to walk back over to him. I sighed smiling as I walked over to him.
“Y/n, I’m fine. I’m home. I don’t need you waiting on me hand and foot” He mumbled as he leaned up and pressed his lips to mine. I smiled against his lips as I looked down at him and sighed, pushing his hair behind his face. He smiled up at me.
“I do need you to do something for me though” he whispered. I shot up. “Is it more pillows? Turn on the air? I did think it was a little hot in here—“ I said running towards the door.
“Y/n” he laughed. I turned and looked at me. “Come back over here” He smiled. I sighed and walked back over to him. “What is it?” I asked looking down at him.
“Go find Cecilia. Make sure she’s okay” He said looking up at me. I looked down at him, before nodding. “Okay” I breathed. “I’ll be fine here, Nick and Chris can take care of me” He smiled.
“They won’t rub my feet though I don’t think” He said shaking his head.
“No we won’t” Chris said as he passed the door. I chuckled and smiled at him. “Landon’s house is two streets over from here, the one at the end with the two green trash can in front of them” Matt explained as he ran his hands through my hair.
I nodded looking down at him.
“Okay” I breathed standing up. I ran my sweaty hands over my jeans as I looked down at him. A part of me slightly scared to leave him. “Okay, okay” I nodded as I walked towards the door.
I looked back at him.
“Are the pillows okay?” I asked.
“I’m okay, y/n go” He chuckled. I smiled and nodded as I pushed the door open.
-
I stood in front of the door. I turned around. Green trash cans. This was it. Why was I scared to face her? I closed my eyes and took in a breath before knocking on the door softly.
There was some rusting around before I heard the door unlock and open slightly. She was standing there. Her eyes froze when she saw me. I just stared at her.
“Y/n” she breathed opening the door wider. I just looked at her. She looked terrified. She looked down at the ground. “Y/n I’m so sorry—I don’t know what the say I—“
I cut her off my rushing forward and wrapping her in a hug tightly. She froze before she let out a breath, wrapping her arms around me. “Y/n, I’m so sorry” Her voice broke.
I pulled back shaking my head.
“Cecilia you saved my life.” I said shaking my head. She just looked at me. “I was so s-scared I’m sorry I thought he was dead but then—I didn’t see him pick up the gun—-he shot Matt. I—“ She shook her head.
“Matt’s okay. Matt’s fine” I smiled looking at her. She stopped looking at me. “H-He’s okay?” She asked shaking her head not believing my words.
I nodded smiling. She let out a breath before hugging me again. “Oh thank God. Oh thank God” she breathed agaisnt me. I smiled against her, before she pulled back.
“It’s been over a month. I-I didn’t know I thought you hated me, I thought he wasn’t—“ she stopped biting her lip. I shook my head. “Everyone is okay. I just didn’t want to leave Matt’s side—I’m sorry I would have come sooner” I shook my head.
She shook her head. “Don’t you dare apologize” she said shaking her head. I let out a breath smiling. She eyes trailed down to my arm. I looked down at my arm looking at the bullet wound.
She hands hovered over it.
“Oh my god. Are you okay?” She whispered looking down at it. I nodded smiling. “I’m okay” I smiled. She smiled up at me. “Feel kind of like a badass now, feel like you” I smiled up at her. She smiled and looked down.
“Did the cops give you a hard time?” I asked lightly. She sighed. “They took me into cutting for questioning, but they released me on self-defense” She nodded.
I tilted my head into her house.
“How are you doing? Without Landon and everything?” I asked looking up at her. She sighed and looked down. “I’m okay” She breathed, but there was something hidden behind her face. I tilted my head at her.
“I can’t pay the bills. I don’t have an income anymore without Landon. I’ve already got my late notice, I think I’m gonna lose the house” She admitted shaking her head softly. My heart clenched for her.
The best thing that could have ever happened to her, she got out of. She’s free, but now she has nothing. I just looked at her.
“Stay with me” I blurted out.
She looked up at me, her eyes wide. “What?” She asked. I shrugged. “I have the space, I’m sure my dad wouldn’t mind. With everything you’ve done. I’d love it if you came and stayed at me. We have the room” I said shaking my head. She sighed and shook her head.
“I couldn’t” She sighed. “I’ve done enough damage” She swallowed. I pushed her shoulder. “Stop being prideful and take my help. Please come stay with me. Please?” I asked looking up at her.
She just looked at me.
“I couldn’t leave Spot” She breathed.
“Who’s spot?”
All of the sudden a nose poked through the doors. My eyes widened as I smiled and leaned down seeing a small dog looking up at me, wagging his tail up at me. Cecilia chuckled.
“Spot! Oh my goodness!” I gushed as the dog pushed forward and licked my face. I laughed as I pushed the fur behind his ears.
“That’s spot” she chuckled above me. I smiled as I stood back up. “Spot can come too” I smiled. She closed her eyes before rushing forward and hugging me for the third time, this time almost knocking me off my feet.
“Thank you.”
-
“Feel good?” I asked as I dropped the last box. She nodded as my Dad followed in behind her. “The room was going to waste anyway, happy to have you here kid” My dad said putting his hand on her shoulder.
She smiled up at him.
“Thank you, for everything” She said shaking her head. “No problem, you saved my daughter’s life—you’re family now” He said shaking his head. She smiled before pushing forward and hugging him tightly.
My dad’s eyes went wide as he slightly hugged her back, chuckling.I smiled just watching them. My dad has no idea what he just did for her.
Spot came walking up before jumping in on the hug and I chuckled. “I’m not taking care of the dog though” He said as Cecilia let him go.
I reached down petting the dog.
“You won’t. We will” I said smiling. My dad rolled his eyes. “I promise he’s well trained. He won’t be a bother to you” Cecelia said shaking her head. My dad smiled and sighed.
I rolled my eyes knowing in a month time, my dad would be attached to the dog. Just like he was with the ones at the station.
“Okay well I’ll let you get settled in” My dad said as he walked towards the door. I smiled before nodded. “Thanks again for everything” Cecilia smiled at him. He nodded before leaving us be.
I sat up looking at her. She smiled at me.
“Well, I’m going to Matt’s to help him with figuring out his medicine and everything” I breathed looking at her. She smiled and shook her head. “He’s been fully recovered for two months. I think he’s okay” She chuckled. I smiled and shook my head.
“You just like babying him, admit it” She chuckled pointing at him. My face went red. “I do not!” I laughed shaking my head. She shook her head as she grabbed some pillows and threw them on the bed.
“Whatever, go see your boyfriend” she smiled rolling her eyes. I smiled as I turned towards the door. I looked back at her as she started to open some of the boxes.
“Do you wanna come?” I asked softly. She stood up looking at me and then shook her head. “I’m not third wheeling” She smiled. I rolled my eyes. “No, Nick and Chris will be there. I want you to officially meet them” I smiled. She shook her head.
“I already met Nick” She mumbled. I smiled as I stalked towards her. “Okay, well maybe I want you to meet Chris” I smiled grabbing her hands. She shook her head rolling her eyes. “I’m okay, really” She said shaking her head.
I sighed.
“Please, you need my help unpacking anyway. We’ll stay there a few hours and then come back and make your room all Cecilia-fied” I said looking around. “Cecilia-fied?” She chuckled. I nodded before grabbing her hand.
“Please” I pulled her. She groaned. “Fine” she shook her head. I smiled as I pulled her out of the room.
-
I turned the lock to the house before pushing the door open. “You’re just—you’re just walking in?” Cecilia said looking at me. I ignored her as I walked in. “Okay we’re just walking in” She chuckled as we walked into the house.
“I’m here!” I announced. Nick and Chris looked up at me from the couch. “Okay?” Nick shook his head looking back towards the TV. Cecilia followed in after me.
“Where’s my love?” I smiled at them. Nick rolled his eyes. “I hate that you’re calling him that now” Nick shook his head. I glared at them. I looked over at Chris whose eyes were fixated on Cecilia. I looked over at Cecilia whose eyes were on his as well.
I grabbed her arm before pulling her towards them.
“Nick, Chris. This is my new roomy Cecilia. Aka, the girl who saved my life” I mumbled leaning into them as I spoke to them. Nick looked up at me. “We’ve met” Nick said smiling shaking his head. Cecilia nodded at him.
Chris stood up from the couch.
“I’m Chris” he said holding out his hand. “Cecilia” she smiled taking his hand and shaking it. I just looked between them as they looked at each other. Silence filled the room. I looked down at Nick who raised his eyebrows looking at the two of them.
“You guys can let go now, it’s getting weird” Nick mumbled. They dropped their hands before Chris turned to Nick and Cecilia turned to me a slight blush on her cheeks.
“Where’s my baby!”
I turned hearing his voice before smiling seeing him walking down the hallway. I ran up to him before wrapping my arms around Matt’s neck and pressing my lips to his.
Noises of disgust filled the room as we kissed. Matt held up his middle finger as he kissed me back. I chuckled as I parted our lips.
“You look good, you’ve got your color back” I smiled rubbing my thumbs against his face. “I’ve got a good nurse” he smiled pressing his lips against mine. I smiled against him.
“You two are gross” Nick shook his head. I pulled from him. “You’re taking your medicine?” I asked looking up at him. He nodded. “Every three hours” He nodded. “You’re cleaning the wounds?” I asked. He rolled his eyes.
“If you’re asking if I’ve showered, yes” He said looking down at me. “You have to disinfect it Matt, I told you that or it can get worse” I said shaking my head at him. He groaned. “God stop talking” He smiled as he kissed me to stop my protesting.
He pulled back as he looked down at me. “I’ve got some strength back” He whispered so only I could hear him. I hummed smiling up at him. “Yeah? And what does that mean?” I smiled up at him.
“Hmm, you know what that means” He smiled down at me. I took in a breath as I turned around to the rest of them.
“Are ya’ll okay to chill? I’ve gotta help him with something” I smiled. Chris shook his head and sat down waving us off. I smiled as Matt wrapped his arms around me from behind.
Cecilia looked up at me before running up to me. I just looked at her as Matt pressed his chin against my shoulder.
“W-What do I do?” She whispered looking at me. I shrugged. “Just talk to them” I smiled. She turned and looked back at them. “I’m not good at talking” She whispered fear on her face.
Matt chuckled as he buried his face into my neck. I shook my head as I put my hand on the back of his neck as I looked at Cecilia.
“You’re not scared of drug dealers but you’re scared of Chris?” I asked looking at her. She paused before nodding. I sighed before I felt Matt press his lips against my neck, attempting to pull me back.
“He’s just a boy Cels” I smiled. “Look at him, you didn’t tell me he was sculpted by the gods?” She whispered to me her eyes wide. Matt chuckled against my neck.
“He looks like Matt, of course he’s hot” I rolled my eyes. Matt lifted his head looking down at me. “Never call my brother hot ever again” He said looking down at me. I rolled my eyes at him as he grabbed my arm and started to drag me away from Cecilia.
“Just talk to him Cecilia, I promise we won’t be long” I said shaking my head. Cecilia looked terrified as she shook her head. “Yes we will” Matt said looking down at me.
“Cecilia!” I heard Nick’s voice.
Cecilia turned around and then back at me as Matt dragged me down the hallway. “Go!” I whispered. She whined before turning and walking back towards the couch.
Matt grabbed both of my arms before pushing me into his room, giving me barely as second to turn around before his lips pressed sloppy to mine. I giggled as I pulled back and he pressed his lips against my neck.
“You were suppose to be here an hour ago” he mumbled against my neck and he wrapped his arms around me, pulled me towards him. “I know, I was moving Cecilia in” I said as he bit down on my neck.
“You should have texted me, I thought you were dead” He said as he kissed under my jaw. I pulled his face up glaring at him. “That wasn’t funny” I stated looking at him. He smiled sheepishly down at me.
“I thought it was kinda funny” He smiled before pressing his lips against mine. I smiled as he kissed me and then walked me over to bed, before laying me down and climbing on top of me, not breaking the kiss.
He shifted on top of me. He winced before parting our kiss and leaning on his elbow, his face twisted in pain. I sat up and looked down at him. He opened his eyes and sighed.
“Y/n I’m-“
“You’re not fine, and you’re not cleared to do physical activity” I stated looking down at me. He smiled and closed his eyes. “Physical activity?” He questioned chuckling, making me laugh. He climbed back on top of me.
“I said I was fine. The doctor said if I wasn’t in pain I could start lifting boxes” He said looking down at me. “I’m heavier than a box” I stayed looking up at him. He rolled his eyes. “Barley” He mumbled before pressing his lips against mine again.
I smiled before pulling back. “You’re in pain. I’m not having sex with you” I said looking up at him. He whined pressing his face into my shoulder.
“Please?”
I smiled and shook my head.
“Not till you’re fully healed. Doctor’s orders” I said. He lifted his head. “Doctor’s orders” he mocked me making me hit his chest. He whined leaning forward. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry” I said quickly pressing my hands against his face.
He smiled and shook his head.
“You won’t have sex with me but you’ll punch me?” He breathed holding his chest. I chuckled looking at me. “I’m guessing all of those pain meds stopped messing with your hormones?” I asked looking up at him.
“If you’re asking if my dick can get hard now, yes it can” He chuckled. I smiled and shook my head. He laid against me. “They wore off last night” He mumbled against me. I ran my hands up his back.
“I was wondering why I was getting all those werid messages” I chuckled as I ran my nails up his back, under his shirt. He whined and shifted under me.
“Don’t do that” He stated as I felt him press against my leg. I raised my eyebrows. “Wow they really did wear off” I chuckled. He pushed his face into my chest and groaned as I laughed.
“Please have sex with me”
“No” I chuckled.
“Can you get me off please? I’m begging, it’s fucking painful” He said looking up at me. I raised my eyebrows. “I’ll make it up to you once I’m better. I promise you I will” He breathed as his hands ran up my side as he lifted off me and hovered over me. I shook my head.
“You can’t get your heart rate up” I whispered. He sighed and hung his head. He lifted it and looked at me. “What about my hands? Am I allowed to use my hands?” He asked looking down at me. I rolled my eyes.
“I get the no sex thing—whatever stupid” He rolled his eyes making me laugh. “But can I touch you?” He whispered smiling as he pushed my shirt up his fingers trailing the bottom of my bra.
“Do you want my hands baby?” He whispered against my ear, his hand trailing down my stomach. Fuck.
I pushed his hands away. “I’m not getting off on your hands” I mumbled. “Is that a challenge?” He tilted his head. I chucked and shook my head. “No! I mean—“ I laughed shaking my head.
“I want it to be you, the first time it happens again” I whispered. He sighed as he rolled off of me. “God, you’re painfully romantic” He whispered looking at me. I smiled turning and looking at him.
“I love you” he whispered.
I smiled.
“I love you too” I whispered back.
He smiled, just looking at me.
“Will you marry me?” He whispered. My eyes went wide. “What?” I chuckled. He grabbed my hand, interlacing our fingers. “Will you marry me?” He asked again. I just blinked at him, not knowing if he was serious.
“I—are you seriously asking?” I whispered. He shrugged. “I wanted to wait until after you got your GED, I know you were stressed about not being able to graduate because you spent so much time with me at the hospital, but—“ he shook his head.
“We’re 18, Matt” I whispered.
“I know, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you” he whispered back. I smiled. “Please don’t make me beg you to say yes” He whispered. I rolled my eyes leaving forward and pressing my lips to his.
“I’ll believe you’re serious when you have the ring” I rolled my eyes. He sighed before rolling over and grabbing something off the side of his desk. My heart dropped.
He rolled back over to me before opening a box revealing a diamond ring.
I shot up.
He just laughed.
“Y-You’re serious?” I said looking at him. He sat up nodding. “Y-You asked my dad?” I asked looking at him. He nodded smiling.
“I didn’t think you were into the whole cheesy proposal scene” He mumbled. I shook my head looking at him. “Do you want me to get on my knee?” He asked as he looked at me. I shook my head as I looked at him, covering my mouth.
“I love you y/n. I want to spent the rest of my life with you. I can’t promise I’ll be perfect, but I know that I love you and that I want you forever. Please marry me” He whispered looking at me. “Yes! Oh my god yes!” I screamed climbing over him and pressing my lips against his. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around me.
I pulled back. I lifted my hand up. “I’m shaking” I said looking at him. He chuckled. “Me too” He whispered as he grabbed my hand and took the ring and pushed is over my finger.
I looked down at it. It was perfect.
I screamed before grabbing his face and kissing him.
10 years later
“Here” Matt mumbled making me turn around the look at him. I smiled as I he held up a cup of coffee. “Yay” I whispered as I grabbed the mug and held it close to me. Matt wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into him. He kissed the top of my head as we stared out onto the snow behind our house.
“It’s so pretty” I whispered as I looked out to the calm surrounding. “I didn’t know if I was gonna like Vermont” he mumbled. I looked up at him. “What?” I smiled. He shrugged.
“I just knew I was gonna go wherever you wanted. But I do, I love it here” He whispered looking around. I smiled and leaned up pressing my lips to his.
“You’re dad still coming up?” He asked. I nodded. “He’s staying the weekend for Christmas and everything” I said. He nodded and smiled. “Cecilia and Chris are gonna come around noon I think? It’s only a 30 minute drive for them” I said. He smiled and nodded.
“Nick was suppose to text me when him and Ryan are coming, but he’s so last minute.” Matt said shaking his head. I sighed as I leaned against him. “It’s okay, I’m not worried” I smiled. He sighed as he pulled me against him.
“Are you gonna tell your dad?” He whispered against me. I shook my head. “I don’t want him to worry. It’s over now” I whispered, swallowing the lump in my throat.
He pulled me back.
“You’re not talking to me about it. You’re worrying me. I wanna come to the last doctor’s appointment” He said looking down at me. I shook my head.
“It’s not a big deal Matt. It’s over now, it’s just the check up” I whispered. He shook his head. “It is a big deal” He mumbled. I sighed pressing my head into his chest. I heard the back door open before I felt small arms come between us.
“My daddy!”
I looked down seeing Lily prying me away from Matt. I chucked as I backed away. I took Matt’s coffee cup before setting it on the table next to us. “Your daddy huh?” Matt smiled down at our daughter before reaching down and picking her up off her feet.
I smiled and shook my head as he grunted and put his arm under her, holding her up. She smiled as she wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled.
“She’s such a daddy’s girl” I rolled my eyes as Lily smiled against Matt. Matt smiled at her, kissing the top of her head. She smiled.
“Your hair looks so pretty Lily” He said pushing her hair with his hands. “Mommy did it” Lily said pointing at me. Matt smiled at me. “Oh she did?” he smiled down at her. I just smiled watching them. She nodded smiling.
“I wanna play in the snow” Lily whined looking at him. Matt looked up at me smiling. “Not before breakfast, you know the rules” I said walking over to her and pushing her brown hair out of her small face.
She whined. “Daddyyy” she said looking at Matt. “Mommy’s mean isn’t she?” Matt said looking down at her. Lily nodded and laid against his shoulder. I rolled my eyes.
“Go get your coat and gloves on” Matt said as he placed her back onto her feet. “Matt” I said looking at him. Matt smiled at me. “She wants to play in the snow baby” Matt smiled looking at me.
I sighed leaning into the house.
“Jack, come watch your sister please!” I said as our toddler looked up from the cartoons playing in front of him and jumped off the couch.
I sighed looking up at Matt. He looked down at me his hands coming over my stomach.
“It’s gonna be okay my love” He whispered looking down at me. I nodded taking in a breaths. A few seconds later Jack and Lily bust through the door pushing past us, screaming as they ran down the steps to our backyard.
“Please be careful!” I yelled holding my arms out as they sprinted down the slippery steps. Matt’s arms came around me. “They are fine y/n” He breathed. I sighed leaning into him as we watched as our kids played around in the snow, Lily screaming as Jack threw a snowball at her.
“We have two beautiful kids, I can’t ask for anything more” Matt whispered against me. I nodded swallowing the lump in my throat.
One miscarriage isn’t the end of the world. But I didn’t know why it tore my soul out. I found out about a month ago that I was pregnant but that it wasn’t good. I miscarriaged last week.
It was one of the scariest moments of my life.
But i felt okay being here with Matt as we watched our two beautiful healthily kids play around in the snow.
I sighed looking up at him.
“Who would have thought?”
“Who would have thought what?” He smiled. I pursed my life. “The delinquent Eastside kid and the Chiefs daughter, a perfect love story no one wants to read” I smiled wrapping my arms around his neck. His eyes went wide.
“I haven’t heard that term in years” He chuckled. I smiled. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine.
“I would still read it” he mumbled against my lips.
“Eww!” I heard Jacks voice and I turned my head seeing both of my kids staring at us with a face of disgust. Matt let go of me as he ran down the steps. They screamed as they ran from him.
“Matt you don’t have—“
He grabbed Jack, tumbling into the snow.
“A coat” I breathed chuckling shaking my head as he played in the snow.
Maybe someone would read our love story, because I sure loved it.
OH MY GOSHHH!!!! HEY GUYS!!! SORRY THIS ENDING WAS SO LONG BUT I LOVED THIS STORY. I really had yall thinking I was gonna kill off Matt. Anyway, thank you guys for reading, engaging, commenting, and everything else. I love you guys so much and I hope you loved this story.
xoxo, Autumn
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BLIZZARD PROMPTS.
it's november which means it's winter, so here u go! i wanted these to be kinda dramatic and intense, but i'll be making some cozier fluffier ones as time passes! DO NOT ADD OR EDIT THIS LIST! but always feel free to add [ REVERSE ] to one of the actions to reverse the roles!
[ RACE ]: sender sprints out into a blizzard to rescue a freezing and disorientated receiver.
[ BUNDLE ]: sender removes their coat to wrap it around a visibly shivering receiver.
[ WARM ]: sender vigorously rubs the receiver's arms in a bid to warm them up after being exposed to a winter storm outside.
[ SHELTER ]: sender hastily guides the receiver to a nearby shelter for them to wait out the storm together safely.
[ PREPARE ]: sender ties a length of rope around their waist and the receiver's waist in order to safely stay together as they prepare to go out into the storm.
[ BREATHE ]: sender takes the receiver's cold hands and begins to gently blow warm air over them in an effort to keep the receiver warm.
[ HOLD ]: sender takes the receiver's hands and holds them together in order to keep them warm during a cold spell.
[ EMBRACE ]: sender wraps their arms around the receiver and holds them close in an effort to conserve body heat during a snow storm.
[ AID ]: sender begins to either guide, drag, or physically carry a weakened receiver through a blizzard to safety.
[ CALL ]: having been separated from the receiver during a blizzard, the sender begins to call out their name in order to guide them back to each other and reunite safely.
[ PUSH ]: having just rescued the receiver from a blizzard, the sender insists on pushing the receiver closer to a fire to warm them up first.
[ POUR ]: sender pours the receiver a hot drink after finding shelter from a freezing snow-storm.
[ EXTRA ]: sender wraps an extra blanket around the shivering receiver after having been exposed to a blizzard outside.
[ SPARK ]: the sender builds a make-shift fire in a hurry in order to warm up a freezing receiver during a snow storm.
[ SHARE ]: the sender opens out their blanket to share it with the receiver during a snow storm, pulling them closer against them to share their body heat.
DIALOGUE PROMPTS.
" come on! we need to get you out of this cold! "
" follow my voice! keep calling my name, i can't see you in the storm! "
" oh, god, you're freezing... come on, put your arms around my neck. that's it, good job... let's get you inside. "
" i g-got lost... separated from my group... p-please, it's so cold, i'm so c-cold... "
" here, take my coat... you'll freeze to death in no time if you don't. "
" drink some tea, okay? warm yourself up from the inside. it's not my worst effort, but granted, it's not my best either. "
" hey, hey, stay with me! i know you're thinking you're tired, but you're not; you're freezing, and sleeping will not help keep you warm, okay? keep moving. come on, we're almost there... "
" you know how to light a fire without matches? all we have is a broken lighter and some sticks and stones. "
" don't be stubborn, okay? we need to share the bed, conserve our body heat. come on. if i wanted to seduce you, i've got better moves than hypothermia. "
" you didn't bring a jacket or anything?! i told you to wrap up warm, you dumbass! "
" don't be getting all mad at me, okay? i saw you in the middle of a blizzard, i ran out to rescue your idiotic butt. no time to figure out zips and buckles when i've got to be the local hero, right? "
" what the hell are you doing out here?! are you crazy?! it's negative fifty billion degrees and getting colder by the minute! come on, come with me! "
" i can't see a damn thing in this storm; keep holding on to me, okay? last thing we want is to get separated! "
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My Lady In Death
My interest has shifted towards Baldur's Gate 3 and call me obsessed, almost as much as I was for RE:V... This is my headcannons for the main ladies of the party... careful, it's a long post
How the Ladies Would React to Your (Tav's) Death
Shadowheart –
It’s funny… it’s so funny… There was a battlefield roaring its rage to the Heavens in the sky. A melodic thrum of agony and death and yet there was a single sound that rose above all else: the sound of your body crashing to the ground, a loud grunt forced out from between your lips.
The strong “Ignis!” caught itself in Shadowheart’s throat, subconsciously forfeiting her turn as she stared wide-eyed at your fallen form. Her lips were moving, yet no sound was escaping. No spell, no incantation, no anything– She was so frozen in disbelief, one could mistake her for being under a stunned or immobilizing spell. All she could do was watch your shaky movements as you attempted to hoist yourself to your feet, only to receive a final concussive blow that left trails of blood leaking from your nose, mouth, and eyes
“NO!” The scream was so raw that almost everyone in the party felt the shredding of their own throats
Karlach reached forward to intercept the cleric just as she showed the first signs of darting thoughtlessly across the battlefield towards your dead body, but when Shadowheart showed an ounce of determination, she proved unstoppable. She sidestepped Karlach’s hand, ignored the resulting string of curses from Lae’zel, and darted towards you. Not only did she have faith in her teammates (well, Karlach) to guard her back, she had faith that Shar would guide her forward.
Which raised a few questions: Why was Shadowheart fearing this loss in a way she never felt before? Why was she so desperate to counter the inevitable? Why couldn’t she let Shar take you away? Shadowheart swallowed thickly as she dropped to her knees beside you, pulling your head into her lap. Her trembling fingers reached into her travel pack and she didn’t stop fumbling around until she produced a Scroll of Revivify. She untied the knot keeping it together, and rested the parchment atop your chest.
Her voice shook the entire time she spoke through the words of the scroll. Her eyes were blurred so thickly with tears that the obscured spell was nearly illegible to her. Shadowheart’s left hand was tangling its fingers in your hair, an absent gesture of comfort more for herself rather than you at the moment. She was aware of the sudden company of defense that swarmed and encircled the two of you, but she couldn’t afford to pay them any mind, not when you were growing colder by the second and Shar’s grip of darkness was taking its hold on you.
There was a glow surrounding your body for a moment, and when it finally dimmed, the scroll burned itself to a crisp and faded away on a gust of wind. There was a pause that had Shadowheart’s heart stuttering against her ribcage and then you were taking in a large breath of air, and it looked so natural, as if you had never stopped. Shadowheart released a breath of her own and it nearly had her bowing over, her tears finally spilling down her cheeks.
You were here, you were alive, you were going to be okay… She indulged herself in stealing a single kiss atop your brow, her left hand gently scratching your scalp before she pulled back abruptly.
Shadowheart… turned her back on her lady. All color drained from her face, all relief she had been relishing in dried up, all fear she had dislodged back anew, but directed for herself now– As Shar’s servant, she must accept darkness, accept loss almost to the point of wishing for it. You were well within Shar’s merciful grasp
And Shadowheart stole you back… It’s only natural to struggle with your religious guilt after saving the one you care so much for. Give her time to process this.
Lae'zel –
Disbelief. That is the only emotion Lae’zel found herself able to process for an entire minute; Disbelief that your body was crumpled and shredded down in the dirt; Disbelief that this unorthodox hero that was supposedly “meant to save the world” had fallen so easily… Disbelief that she allowed your death to happen.
Next was the fury that almost visibly burned in licking flames. Death would not take you, not if she had anything to say about it. Not when she was standing right there and these fiendish goblins had the audacity to strip your life from your body before her very eyes. No… Lae’zel was fury, she was death, and she would avenge you before she would think to resurrect you.
That half-elf, she had powers of healing and while Lae’zel loathed Shadowheart on a good day, she knew the cleric to have enough wits to know to respond to their fallen hero with haste (lest she meet her own untimely end at the edge of her blade). The fight was a blur, and it was over before any of the other party members could land another hit.
Lae’zel was a flurry of strikes, one after the other, each enemy dropping with a thud before they could so much as raise a shield in defense. Her blade cut through their armor, and with each slice, she couldn’t help but to associate it with the final blow that cut you down. Each wet shluk as her sword went through reminded her of the very sound of your own flesh giving way to iron. She didn’t even feel the blood washing over her enough to get to relish in the victory– this was no victory.
“They’re all gone, soldier,” came Karlach’s small, but steady voice, though Lae’zel still felt rage, she couldn’t shake it…
It was a familiar feeling her people associated with, almost like lifelong friends, but this was driven by a loss that she had yet to experience, and she was damn near close to cursing the Comet himself for allowing such a person like yourself to come into her life and just… change her very being… or at least her standards. But she was cursing you.
Cursing you for coming into her life, showing her tolerance, showing her affection, showing her love… and then just as you had gotten her to fall, you fell at her feet in a pool of your own blood. Lae’zel’s grip around her silver sword tightened, her form trembling in a mix of rage, sorrow, and hatred. Hatred at those who killed you, hatred for you for how easily you went down, but mostly, hatred for herself for not throwing her own body on the blade before it could ever reach your perfect skin.
“Lae’zel… love,”
The sword dropped as did her mouth. Right… You were intelligent enough to stock up on Scrolls of Revivify when the party was last in Baldur’s Gate. Lae’zel pulled herself together, grabbed her sword, and regained her signature scowl.
“I suggest we keep moving forward unless anyone is seriously injured… then we head for camp and rest… no matter, Tav, I need you in my sight at all times,” You couldn’t help the smile when she took your hand in her own, checked you over once for any lingering injuries, and pressed on before anyone could even answer her question.
Karlach –
Gravity was betraying Karlach on this particular day in so many ways. The way her stomach was dropping to her feet had her fighting back the urge to puke. The lightness of her soul wanting to leave behind the overheating engine that kept her in place. It was all so disorienting, but most of all was the gravity that dragged your body down into the abyss, completely disappearing from sight.
“NOOO!” she bellowed, fire engulfing her body, threatening all who were foolish enough to draw close.
“Karlach! It’s okay!” insisted Shadowheart urgently, “Their soul, look!”
Karlach always knew your soul would have a calming aura about it. The tiny, cool, blue ball of light was beckoning the fiery red that was Karlach’s being. There was still a stray archer somewhere out of sight, but that was of no concern to her. She needed to get to you, to protect you… She had to nourish your soul, feed it life from one of the scrolls that had to have been crafted from the very Gods themselves
You two still had so much left to explore together… The party had just encountered Dammon and had supplied enough infernal iron to ensure an upgrade to Karlach’s engine. Boy did you two celebrate that night after she received her first real hug in a decade. It was all fire and all passion, and that was everything that Karlach needed in life. You were everything she needed.
So forgive her if she refused to give you up so easily after finally, finally receiving the happiness she was denied for so long. She’s done her waiting… Ten years of it! In Avernus… You didn’t give up on her, not when a misguided Wyll had sent you on a path to kill her, and not when you found out she was a ticking time bomb waiting to blow. She would fight through all Nine Realms of the Hells to do the same for you.
Karlach reached the floating orb that was your soul, forced herself to relax enough to extinguish her own flames, and cradled it in her palms as if it was the grandest treasure in the world… to Karlach, it was the world. She had the world in the palm of her hands and she couldn’t help but burst into tears. You were too good to have had any hiccup in your heartbeat, to have been taken so early that Karlach had to bend the very will of fate to bring you back.
“Call me selfish, I don’t give a shit,” Karlach muttered to anyone who was listening. No one would dare to argue her in such a state as this
Gently repositioning your soul into one palm, Karlach reached into her pocket and withdrew a Scroll of Revivify. She swaddled the orb in the scroll, as if tucking it into a warm blanket on a cold night before bringing the entirety of it to her lips and whispering the incantation as if it were a prayer. Your body materialized before the party’s very eyes and you soon found yourself pulled into Karlach’s crushing embrace before she apologized and supplied a Potion of Supreme Healing.
“Try to stay on firm ground from now on, eh?”
Minthara –
Oh Gods, oh Hells, oh shit… May the Gods grant mercy on the soul that decides to cleave your soul from your body, leaving you a mangled mess of what Minthara had come to claim as hers. She was not finished with you and the rush of high you brought with, and she would part the Heavens or douse the Hells to rip you back into her life, and she was about to demonstrate such at this very moment.
Gortash was a formidable foe, he was Chosen for a reason… and that was because Minthara thought herself too good to be a God’s plaything. Second best must answer to her scorn and no longer will anyone question that the wrath of Minthara could shake even the Gods.
The entire scene shifted, and no more were Gortash’s semi-invisible minions, or his tangible, looming fist. He was on his knees, a quivering mess as he gazed into Minthara’s eyes and saw nothing but his own pitiful reflection.
At last, there was a change in her features as a cruel grin slowly twisted the edges of her lips. She would draw this out and savor every last scream he had to offer. It was one thing to threaten the safety of the entire world, but to outright target and end your life, with Minthara standing there no less… it was a direct insult and a loss that she couldn’t even really bring herself to feel.
Minthara is calculating, and while she refuses to ever witness your soul leave your body again, she also knew that she was resourceful if not intimidating. There were ways of bringing you back to life, and every option was at her fingertips, it was just a matter of who or what she wanted to exploit.
After driving a dagger straight through Grotash’s eye and into his skull, Minthara hardly even basked in the quivering of his pained body as he dropped and convulsed in a pool of his own blood. No, she was too busy turning towards Shadowheart and barking orders.
“You! Call upon your deity and demand them to revive your allies with half their health. I’m aware that you are granted this wish only once, and I have yet to have seen you use it.” It was done with only a minimal amount of glaring, and suddenly you were stiffly rising to your feet with a groan.
“You were careless with your life, and I am severely unappreciative of that… You would do best to not piss me off as such again, okay?”
You were nodding along without a word, but you couldn't help the flutter of your newly restarted heart when Minthara carefully put her arm around your shoulder as a means to both guide and protect you from what more is to come.
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Don't Drown Me Out [b.b]
summary : Training in the gym, everything was going okay. Until Steve managed to knock Bucky to the floor, causing Bucky to have a flashback. His mind takes him back to what they did to him in Hydra. Slowly, reader manages to bring Bucky back to the present again, away from the painful memories that still affect Bucky.
pairings : Bucky Barnes x Reader
warnings : PTSD flashback, discussion of torture, (if I missed anything let me know!)
word count : 800
AO3 (x)
a/n : Day twenty-eight of Comfortember is here! The prompt was ‘flashbacks’.
You were training at the gym. Natasha was guiding you through the steps to disarm someone while they have you in a choke hold. You could see across the room, on the mat, Steve and Bucky were sparring. Bucky seemed off, Steve was landing more of his hits than usual. You kept an eye on their session while focusing on what Nat was telling you to do. When Steve landed a harsher blow, Bucky stumbled. While he was regaining his footing Steve managed to swipe Bucky’s feet out from beneath him. The instant Bucky hit the map, you were walking over to them. It wasn’t the fact that Bucky fell, but the way he landed. It was like he wasn’t here in the present.
As you stepped onto the mat, Steve held his hand out to Bucky to help him up. Except Bucky scrambled away from the offered hand. He was trying to keep as much distance between himself and Steve as possible. Steve’s brows furrowed and he took a half step closer to Bucky. At the movement, Bucky curled in on himself like he was trying to protect his vital organs.
“I’m sorry,” Bucky’s shaking voice whimpered out. “Please, I did my best. I’ll do better next time.”
Steve squatted, not moving any closer to Bucky’s curled up form. “Bucky.”
“I can do better, let me prove it.”
You walked behind Steve, making sure to stay in Bucky’s line of sight. You slowly walked closer to him, paying attention to Bucky’s form. As you got closer Bucky stayed still, not trying to distance himself. Holding your hands up with your palms facing Bucky, you knelt on the mat by his head before sitting fully and crossing your legs.
“Bucky,” you lowly said, keeping your voice soft. “Can you hear me baby?”
Bucky turned his face toward you, but didn’t respond. His eyes were unfocused, but moved like he was watching something far away.
You lightly set your hand next to his, “I need you to take a deep breath. You’re okay, love, you’re safe. You’re in the gym. It’s just me, you, Steve, and Nat in here. We’re at the compound in upstate New York.”
“New York…” Bucky slurred the word.
“Yeah baby. We’re in New York. You were sparring with Steve, remember?”
“Steve?”
You motioned for Steve to come closer, “He’s right here. He managed to knock you off your feet, that’s all. Everything’s okay.”
Bucky uncurled himself slightly and placed his hand on top of yours.
“Hey pal,” Steve gave a small wave.
You lifted your other hand to cup Bucky's check. He pulled away slightly before fully leaning into your touch. You gave him a tight smile, trying to keep yourself from falling apart. You hated how much Bucky's own mind tormented him. It was bad enough he witnessed the ghosts of his past when he was asleep, but now you wondered how often they haunted him while awake.
Bucky took a deep breath and wet his lips, "When am I?”
"It's the twenty-first century.” Steve spoke up. "And you've been free for a few years now.”
You stroked Bucky's check with your thumb. His stubble scratched nicely under your touch. "Can you tell us where you were just now?”
Bucky shivered despite the sweat clinging to him. "I was in the training cage. Back in some Hydra base. They used to have their best agents fight me. I was meant to fight them to the death, and they were told to beat me until I passed out. When I'd lose, I'd wake up strapped to a metal chair. That'd shock me. Except it was different.”
"Baby,” your voice trailed off, your heart aching for him.
“They weren't wiping me to start over. They were punishing me. They only stopped when I passed out from seizing. That's how they discovered it takes my body longer to heal my mind than it did the rest of me.”
You wrapped your arms around him. You didn't care that the two of you were laying on a sweaty mat. You didn't care that Nat and Steve could see you clearly clinging onto Bucky. All that mattered was having Bucky close to you. You clung to him, trying to protect him from monsters that were no longer around. Bucky wrapped his arms around you, pressing you as close to him as possible.
"You're safe,” you couldn't tell which one of you your words were meant to comfort.
Bucky nodded against you. The two of you stayed there, present in the moment. You heard the door to the gym close, informing you of Nat and Steve leaving.
“I'm so sorry you had to go through that,” you spoke into his neck.
Bucky squeezed you tighter, "If it means I got you, then it was worth it. Every single time.”
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Childhood Sweethearts
Charles Leclerc x female!reader
Summary - After years of being separated, the two childhood lovers reunite once again
Warning - Herve Leclercs death, anxiety
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Growing up, the Leclerc’s and the L/n’s were close family friends. Pascale and Herve were Y/n’s godparents. Being the same age, the parents would often stick Charles and Y/n together claiming that they were future lovers and soulmates.
That’s how the two developed a crush on the other, an innocent and first crush.
It didn’t help that the two would unknowingly play into the scenario of young love, like this one time Charles had given her his lollipop because there wasn’t any left for Y/n. Or the time where Y/n offered to play football with him when Charles’ other friends couldn’t, despite the fact that she didn’t know how to play the sport.
Pascale and Y/n’s mum would always say “oh look at them, the cutest little couple ever”. Or Herve and her father would always convince Charles to buy Y/n a little gift with his pocket money which he happily obliged to.
However, in 2017, after Herves unfortunate and devastating death, the two families grew apart. They never wanted this to happen but sometimes in life these things do happen and we can’t control them.
They felt uncomfortable spending time together without the company of the late Leclerc. Losing contact was when Charles and Y/n had finally broken apart.
Yet their life long love for each other didn’t flutter away, they would still love the other the same but just miss them incredibly.
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“Yes mum, I’ll be okay don’t worry” I had only just gotten off the plan in Austria when my mum called me, she has always been very anxious when I travel alone.
“Ok honey, when you do see Charles tell him that he should bring his mum over sometime” That’s why I was here in Austria, I was planning on surprising him.
It all started when his little brother, Arthur, reached out to me through instagram dm’s.
Hey Y/n, long time no see. I was wondering if you could do me a favour
So when he explained how Charles had been feeling a little down about his performance this year on track and that Arthur thought it was best if I came to surprise him, I didn’t hesitate to agree.
It was along before race day Sunday came around. I had arranged to meet Arthur at the paddock entrance and he’d be my guide for the day. I had butterflies in my stomach, what if he had moved on from our silly childhood love? What if he didn’t want to see me again? I had many what if’s which didn’t help my anxiety. “Hey! Hey Y/n!” I heard the voice of the youngest Leclerc brother as he approached me, snapping me out of my head full of questions.
“Arthur Leclerc! Since when did you grow?!” I had always remembered how he would be smaller than me growing up and now he has grown well above my height.
“Long long time in the making, unless you’ve gotten shorter” He teased before pulling me into a hug. “No seriously we’ve missed you and your family…” Arthur’s voice now growing more somber.
“I know, we miss you guys too…but hopefully after today we’ll get some more time together…” I knew it wouldn’t be the same without Herve but we’d honour him and reminisce on the memories. Taking a deep breath as we pulled apart.
“Let’s do this! He’s going to be so happy!!” There was an evident smile of excitement on his face, which I only mirrored on my mine.
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The race had just finished, with Charles coming in at second. Both Y/n and Arthur had managed to keep her out of sight of Charles, leaving the surprise for the podium.
Standing just below the podium, she watched how Checo then Charles and finally Max took their places.
Y/n wasn’t sure he’d see her as she was amongst a sea of red, all the Ferrari engineers and employees. That was until Charles had looked down at the red sea, his eyes clicked on a familiar yet stranger of a face.
His hand flew over his mouth to show his shock, before jumping down from second place and running down to her. Many staff members tried to stop him, but his force was too strong.
Finally the man in the Ferrari racing suit had come face to face with her again. “What? How are you here?” Charles had many questions, beyond baffled.
“To surprise you, Charlie” Their cheeks were beginning to hurt because of how much they were smiling. Crashing her into his arms, they both felt at home and comfortable.
“Oh ma amour… I’ve missed you some much” Y/n was close to tears, she had never found anyone who loved her the way he did. She missed that love they had for each other.
“Missed you too Charlie” She managed to croak out through her tears. They were both too focused on each other to notice everyone around them.
Arthur was watching from just beside, happy that he could reunite the childhood sweethearts after so long. Fans were confused but cheering nonetheless as they could see the relief and comfort this brought to Charles.
You could see Max looking down from his spot on the podium to see the two reuniting. He had known of Y/n from their karting days where her family would join the Leclercs to support Charles on the sidelines.
Max would often remember how she was the first one to hug and congratulate Charles whatever the race result, he saw the love in their eyes.
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It had been a few days after the race, and the two were once again inseparable. Travelling back to Monaco whilst the two families planned a small get together.
“So Y/n, how is everything? I’ve missed our girls days out with me, you and your mum” Pascale had pulled Y/n aside, she wanted to catch up with her goddaughter.
“All good but even better now! Yes we should definitely do a girls spa day soon” A bright smile was etched on Y/n’s face, showing Pascale that she was far from lying.
“Of course, tell me has there been any other men in your life over the years…” As much as Pascale hated the idea of Y/n with someone else and Charles with someone else, she needed to know.
“No…Charlie has always been the one with my heart…” There was a sigh of relief coming from the older women’s lips as Y/n revealed her love for him.
“Well you’ll be glad to know that I think you and Charles are on the same page there…” She could only smirk when Y/n started to blush.
“Thank you Pascale, you really are my fairy godmother” With that Pascale pulled her into a hug, a long and warming hug.
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“So tell us Charles, who is the new lucky girl?” The interviewer asked. It had been just over few months since Charles and Y/n reunited and their love had become strong than ever.
“She’s nothing new, we’ve always loved each other like we do now but yeah she’s my soulmate, my other half” Anyone who could see him now could see the love in his eyes.
This wasn’t an ordinary love story, and you could tell. “I love her and she loves me, always have and always will”
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—𝓑𝓸𝓻𝓷 𝓣𝓸 𝓓𝓲𝓮
reaper ash x fem! victor! reader
synopsis: finding comfort in the arms of another.
content warning . angst, loss of virginity, nsfw
Having an ally in this inescapable game of life and death is never something you expected— but life seems to always surprise you.
When you’re reaped into the games you lock eyes with him the moment your name is called— he’s right across from you, after all, sporting a hat and a dark blue shirt. You see the look on his face, the anger in his eyes. And then his name is called, too. And that anger still stays, even more fiery this time. You both approach the stage. They announce your names. You’re both sent off.
And from then on, it’s you and Reaper.
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When you’re thrown into the train, he takes a seat beside you. Bats fly in, much to your horror, and Reaper hits them off of you— every. single. one.
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When they dump you out both in that cage, after a long days worth of shitty, dehumanizing news interviews, the sun goes down and it’s night. No one is awake, and the relief you feel from that should be all you need. But the fear of the dark plagues you so intensely that your breathing becomes heavy and tears start to stream down your cheeks. You hold your head in your hands before you feel a presence beside you.
He doesn’t say anything, at first. He sits there comfortably, as if it’s the most normal thing in the world to sit beside you in this rotted cage. You sniffle, looking up to him. He avoids your gaze.
“I’m afraid of the dark, too.” He says, and it comforts you to know that you aren’t alone.
“Really?” You ask, wiping your eyes.
He doesn’t reply to you. He merely sets his hat down beside him, rests on an old rubbery tire behind the two of you, and closes his eyes.
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When you’re both in the games, right before the countdown, Reaper speaks to you again.
“Don’t trust anyone here,” he warns you. “And stay close to me.”
You do. And you feel incredibly guilty that you can’t be of much help. But it doesn’t matter, not really.
You find a place to hide out. It’s dark, it’s damp, it’s scary. But it’s safe from the other tributes. You know neither of you can wait this out forever. You know one or the other has to die, or maybe both. But you stay there.
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It starts as a way to keep warm.
Hours in, the dank room becomes cold. Your dress holds no real protection against the draft flowing into the room, and you shiver. Reaper’s hands ghost over your shoulder, and you jump. He looks at you tiredly.
“If we move close, we can keep warm.” He suggests, and he’s clever for that. So you move towards him, laying down on the hard concrete, your back facing him, and he wraps you in his big arms. His breath fans against your neck, a small sigh leaving him as he presses his hips against you. You feel the comforting lull of sleep.
Things escalate, after that.
With the comforting lull of sleep comes comfort itself. And when one is comforted, one may crave the touch of another. Reaper’s hips are touching you again, but this time they’re moving. He’s hard in his pants, pressing himself up against your ass. You wake with a start when he groans low and throaty in your ear, and your hand moves to slap his shoulder to awaken him.
“Reaper,” you whisper to him, so quiet you don’t even hear yourself. But somehow, he does. His eyes flutter open, looking around now alarmed and worried of a possible intruder. But you just shush him, and tell him that it’s okay. He looks at you then, feeling the way his own body has reacted against his own accord. His gaze turns heavy, and he watches you on lifted elbows as your eyes dart to his crotch.
It’s not intentional.
Really, it’s not. It’s not intentional when your lips land on his, it’s not intentional when his hands grab your arms and guide you into his lap. It’s not.
But it happens. His hands run along the small of your back and then they feel up your chest. It’s too cold to take all of your clothes off, so you don’t.
But kissing him now, you’re starting to feel quite warm.
Your dress is lifted, your underwear pulled down to your ankles, and Reaper is prodding at your entrance with a gentleness that you don’t expect from him. He’s big, something you’re not against but this is your first time so it’s intimidating. It hurts for a moment, with no lubrication except for your wetness, a grating, burning sensation that you really didn’t prepare for. But after a moment, a moment of his hands holding your hips down, a moment of his cock sitting inside your gummy walls, you begin to want more. Your hips slide, your cunt growing wetter than before and his cockhead grazing a spot inside you that feels oh so delicious. You throw your head back, whining out his name with sweetness on your tongue. His hand covers your mouth, shushing.
“You’ll wake them,” he says. “Be a good girl. Be quiet f’me.”
And you can’t help but quiver at that, burying your face into his neck and breathing in his scent. It’s sweat and musk now, but you can still catch a hint of soap and for a moment you’re almost back home. His fingers grip your ass cheeks and he gains leverage underneath you so he can begin to fuck up into you even more harsh. Tears well in your eyes, and he breathes shakily when he sees it.
“Don’t cry,” he mutters soothingly. “It’s all gonna be okay. Just hold onto me.”
You both know that isn’t true, but it’s better to not think about that right now. You hold onto him tighter, cry into his shoulder even though he told you not to. His fingers move down and he rubs small circles into your swollen bundle of nerves, making your legs shake and electric sparks shoot up your spine as you cum. You let out a strangled gasp when it happens, all breathy and sweet. Reaper shutters against you, his balls drawing up tight, and he spills thick ropes inside of you and holds you down onto him to take every last drop. When he rides out those waves of pleasure, he still keeps himself inside. He presses a kiss to your forehead, and grips the fabric of your dress in his hands.
“I’m sorry.” He says to you, and you know what he means.
You lay there with him after that, looking up at the cracked and moldy ceiling. He lets you wrap your legs around his waist and rest on top of him. Your exhausted body forms bruises and your cunt drips with his release as you sleep, but it doesn’t matter— none of it does. You’ll both be dead by morning.
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Your Shadow aspects you need to work on to meet your FS. 🥀
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Disclaimer — The images I used to select a pile were sourced from Pinterest, I hope the reading will resonate with you. I'm not responsible for any decisions you make in your life from my readings. I'm just a beginner and these readings are just for fun.
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Pile 1
Death, wheel of fortune, queen of swords, the chariot, ace of wands, the emperor, king of swords, the lovers, 10 of pentacles.
The most prominent thing I see here is your obsession for fairytale romances, basically you are having unrealistic expectations etc.
This behaviour leads to you to watching a lot of tarot readings, like alot of them!
The high priestess in the bottom of deck tells me you need to learn how to identify and work with your own intuition. You need to develop it for your own good.
Don't be dependent on tarot readings or fiction romance.
You maybe have an image of a rich handsome ceo in your mind. Idk if it's right or wrong to imagine that or set expectations around it but the tarot the deck is showing me exactly this issue.
Please be reminded that a perfect love story in not perfect. It has ugly fights and a lot of things like that.
I'm not saying you don't deserve a love you desire, I'm saying not to be too obsessed with these unrealistic expectations.
Start working on your intuition, meditate, be in nature for sometime. It'll guide you, you'll be your own guide. Take tarot readings as a possibility of the future. Don't let anything take your power.
You'll surely have a love story, with passion and romance if you trust your intuition.
Pile 2
King of wands, ace of pentacles, strength, devil, the empress, queen of wands, 10 of pentacles, 3 of swords, 2 of swords, 2 of wands, 7 of pentacles, death
I feel like you're in a soulmate connection or a twinflame journey. Are you seeing 22 or 222 or 2323 alot?
Do you recognize your talents and creativity, pile 2? If not then start doing it. Nurture your divine feminine side. Keep yourself in check. It will align you with meeting your future spouse.
Don't be too harsh on yourself, it's okay to not be able to follow the same timetable or routine everyday.
Why are you restraining yourself to a point that it's hampering your spiritual growth?
You were born with these talents you have, keep doing it. Allow yourself to feel and do things what make you happy and peaceful.
I'm aware of the heartbreak or painful time you faced in the past. I know it's stopping you from loving yourself, but see the bigger picture.
You need to make a choice, it's in your hands. The choice to either be stuck in the past or move forward with a free and energized spirit on the road of success.
Work on your plans, carry them out in the reality. Plan and succeed. It's your destiny to reap the benefits of your hardwork.
Allow yourself to go through this transformation in life.
Pile 3
Ace of wands, strength, 10 pentacles, ace of pentacles, 7 wands, the lovers, 4 or cups, death, queen of cups.
You need to balance and keep check of your emotional health. You are too sensitive emotionally. You need to master your emotions.
I think it's because of someone broke your heart romantically or you were in a toxic relationship which made you like this.
Please remember how much potential you have carrer wise. You are much more capable of everything, more capable than you think.
You have a tendency to repeat this cycle where someone tells you something critical, you take that seriously, you blame yourself for being this way here and in your love life too and it just keeps going in a circle.
I think you need to rewire this pattern of self blaming. You are not what you think you are. You are much more tha that. You are meant to live a rich and abundant lifestyle, so focus on that. Love will itself find you.
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harveston's warmth
Characters: Jade, Idia, Sebek, Epel, Jamil
Synopsis: Your lover notices you're cold while looking around in the Harveston market, how does he help warm you up?
Tags: spoilers for Harveston Event, warming up, fluff
Word count: 901
Notes: i was craving warming up scenarios the whole time i was reading the event, so here's our Harveston bois being super fluffy!
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Jade's like a child in a candy store running around from stall to stall looking at what interesting plants they have
once he notices you're shivering though, he drops everything and makes you his first priority
he's a bit frustrated at himself given his low body temperature can't warm you up
his touch would be ice cold, so he's careful to not accidentally chill you
he can't physically warm you, but his affection does wonders
gets you warm drinks and the mushroom soup to help maintain your body warmth
takes off some of his outer layers to give you more insulation
analyses your every move to see if you're improving
definitely goes and learns warming spells after the trip to make sure he's well equipped to take care you next time
might also tease you by placing a cold hand on your neck haha
Jade's eyes narrow as he notices your shivering, before quickly springing into action. "My pearl, I can see you're feeling cold," he says with concern. "Come, let's get you warmed up. Just hold on a little longer, and I'll make sure you're cozy in no time," his cold lips press against your forehead, but the heat that rises to your cheeks warms your heart.
Idia is a bit sensitive to the cold, but with enough cold gear he's fine
i mean his hair is fire, he's not that cold
he's imprinting every single detail of the market to memory and noting what similarities there are between the anime and real life
when he sees you shivering, he gets a bit worried
temperature causes health damage after all
quietly buys you apple ginger tea, the statistically most efficient drink for warming up
and might just stand closer to you and radiate his hair body heat for you
he's too shy to be openly affectionate in public so cut him some slack
the next day, he's giving you a small portable heater he built from scraps he found
you can't freeze to death on him now, okay?
"Hey... uh, it looks like your temperature bar is dropping," Idia mutters with a concerned look. "Let's quickly buff up your warmth stat and get you back in the comfort zone ASAP before you take health damage!"
he's also freezing
distracting himself from the cold by thinking about malleus
then he notices you're also cold
he has an excuse now
takes you to the bonfire for you to warm up, but it's just the two of you, side by side, gloves off, hands in the air trying to get some warmth from the flames
it's kind of endearing really
inches closer to you to try and offer his own body heat
if you get him to rant about malleus, his face will get warm from how passioned he is trust me
gets you a hot drink but only because he was already getting one, okay human?
might hold hands blushingly hehe
or if he's feeling bold, hugsss
would also suggest going on brisk walks to generate body heat
"No one can warm you up better than me, human!" Sebek exclaims, his chest puffed with pride. "It's my duty as your lover to keep you comfortable." There's that smug glint in his eyes that always makes you smile.
he's so excited to show off harveston to you!
his favourite person in the world, at his hometown, his favourite place in the world
as the tour guide, he notices you're cold rather quickly
takes you to a good spot to sit by the bonfire
once your comfortable, he'll go and get any warm drinks you want
definitely huddles closer to you, wrapping his arms around you to share his body warmth
takes off his gloves and slides his hand into your glove!!!
many tricks to get warm from him, given he had to grow used to it
uses this as an opportunity for you to try all sorts of harveston cuisine
he's so so happy to be able to take care and provide for you
"Aw shucks, looks like ya need some warmth, sugar cube!" Epel says with a gentle smile. "Lemme fetch ya a hot cuppa cocoa or some warm soup. I'll make sure ya stay warm and toasty, no matter what it takes. You can count on me!"
Jamil is a bit sensitive to the cold, but he's used to it given the chilly nights of the scalding sands
so he's doing okay in the harveston cold, not entirely warm, but not uncomfortably cold
and the excitement of travelling has him more excited and energised anyways
with how observant he is, he notices how you've become all quite and how you're shivering slightly
he can't give you some of his layers, so he'll drag you into the market to get some warm drinks
also just walking in crowds can heat you up with a bit
gets you apple ginger tea because he knows the medicinal properties ginger has to warm up
very very attentive and blows at your drink to make sure you won't burn your tongue
really, he's not fairing very well himself, but he's putting in a lot of effort to make sure you're comfortable
"You really should speak up when you're not feeling too well, you know?" Jamil sighs, smiling wryly. He extends his hand toward you. "Follow me, I know just the thing to get you warmed up."
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“I’m telling you, honey, you ain’t gon’ like it.” — Elvis Presley x reader
Summary: you push yourself too far out of your comfort zone and get upset at Elvis for it, but he’s very patient with you <3
Pairing: Elvis Presley or Austin!Elvis x reader
Word count: 865
Warnings: fluff!! Minor argument but very a patient Elvis <3
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“I’m telling you, honey, you ain’t gon’ like it.” Elvis stated through a small chuckle of disbelief as he shook his head.
“Oh, Elvis, of course I will.” you replied, smiling, though inwardly determined to prove yourself on the big rides. You wanted to impress him. Amusement parks were enjoyable, sure, but you were tired of being the one too scared for the fast and tall rides.
“You won’t.” He argued through his laugh, like he could see right through you.
Not earning a reply from you, he kept going, “I truly don’t mind going with the fellas, baby, you don’t need to do it for me.”
Unfazed, you pressed on, “I’m not doing it for you, Elvis, I’m doing it for me.” Grabbing his wrist, you pulled him towards the queue for the biggest rollercoaster, the Cyclone. Cliff, Billy, and your brother Bobby exchanged concerned glances, but joined the line with you.
“It’s not too late to back out,” Bobby teased, leaning over your shoulder, his voice a mixture of jest and genuine concern for you. Elvis held your hand as you stepped into your place in the cart, preparing yourself to face your fear. Once everyone was settled, the operator turned the ride on and slowly you started moving, going up a steep incline. It’s not so bad. As the rollercoaster climbed to its peak, your heart pounded in your chest, and as it plummeted down, screams erupted from your lips. But these weren’t screams of exhilaration; they were screams of terror. With each twist and turn, you felt sick to your stomach, regretting every moment that led you to this point. Elvis’ arm around you provided little comfort as you endured the ordeal.
Finally, the ride screeched to a halt, and you stumbled out, feeling shaky and nauseous. Moving out of the exit of the ride, that feeling of nausea was quickly replaced with one of anger.
“I can’t believe you let me do that! You knew I’d hate it!” You lightly punched his chest, upset. He fought back a laugh, feeling bad, he knew that thing had scared you to death.
Instead of arguing back, Elvis guided you away from the bustling crowds to the quiet solitude of the car park, letting you groan and whine as you needed to. The distant sounds of laughter and excitement echoed through the air. The soft glow of twinkling lights overhead cast a gentle illumination. With a sigh, you leaned against a nearby railing, the cool metal soothing against your skin as you closed your eyes, attempting to calm yourself. Elvis stood beside you, letting you have a moment to breathe, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back as you sniffled.
After a moment of silence, he turned to you, his expression softened with concern. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice gentle. With a shaky breath, you shook your head, unable to find the words.
Without hesitation, Elvis pulled you into a warm embrace, his arms wrapping around you protectively as you buried your face against his chest. You allowed yourself to lean on him, to find solace in his comforting presence. With a soft sigh, you pulled away from Elvis’s embrace, meeting his gaze with a mixture of gratitude and apology.
Your eyes glossy with unshed tears, you mumbled, “I’m sorry. It just gave me such a fright. I don’t ever want to do that again.”
Elvis’s expression softened even further, his eyes filled with compassion and understanding. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” he replied, his voice gentle. “I shouldn’t have let you. I know. Next time, listen to me though. I’m only here to care for you.”
You nodded, thankful.
“Do you want to go back to the others, or are you done for the night?” he asked, his voice gentle, his eyes searching yours for any sign of what you needed.
After a moment’s hesitation, you met Elvis’ gaze, your decision clear in your mind. “I think I’m done for the night, I wanna go home,” you admitted softly.
Elvis nodded understandingly, his hand reaching out to gently squeeze yours. “That’s okay, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice filled with warmth and reassurance. “Let’s go for a drive and head home, just the two of us.”
He opened the passenger side door, you promptly plunked your bottom down. With a soft sigh, Elvis turned the key in the ignition, and the car roared to life, the engine rumbling beneath you as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the open road.
After what felt like an eternity, Elvis pulled up in front of his house, the soft glow of porch lights welcoming you home. With a grateful smile, he turned off the engine and turned to you.
“Here we are,” he said softly, his voice filled with warmth. “Tired, baby?”
You nodded, as you stepped out of the car and followed Elvis up the path to the front door. As he unlocked the door and let you inside, a sense of relief washed over you, grateful for the familiar comfort of his home. You stepped inside, the warmth of the house enveloping you, you could have just fallen asleep right there.
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Falling for her
(Amber Freeman x fem! reader x Tara Carpenter)
Summary: Amber reveals herself as one of the killers, and you, her girlfriend, are as shocked as everyone else. A year after all this shit, you and Tara become closer, eventually leading to something more than friendship...
Part 1 || Part 2
Warnings: blood, injuries, death of characters, slight angst
a/n: might do a part 2 👀
(English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)
Since the beginning you defended her, telling everyone she was incapable of killing someone. Telling them she wasn't like that. Telling them they were wrong.
Turns out you were the one who was wrong this all time.
And even now that she shot Liv in the head you couldn't believe it. You simply couldn't.
You were frozen in place, incapable of running away with the others. You only moved because Amber dragged you to her room, along with Tara, whom she taped and put in her closet before kneeling in front of you.
"You okay baby..? I know I lied, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to hurt you I promise"
She whipped your tears away with her thumbs and placed a peck on your lips.
"You're coming with me after this right? We'll run away from Woodsboro and start a new life together, just the two of us. No more Ghostface, no more blood, no more Tara."
As far as you could remember, she had always been jealous of Tara. Not that you felt anything for her, you loved Amber and her only, but your girlfriend didn't seem to understand that.
You fought a lot because of that, which led you to spend more and more time away from her. More and more time with Tara. You knew it wouldn't fix anything, but you couldn't handle your girlfriend's jealousy 24/7. You needed space.
“P-please d-don’t hurt her… I’ll come with you… j-just… leave her alone… please…”
“Oh baby… you’re so kind even in that situation… but I can’t let her live, she’d snitch on me and the police would be after us…”
She smiled at you. Not the smile that made you fall for her. A crazy, psychotic smile.
“Now come with me baby, you wouldn’t want to miss the spectacle, right?”
She gently took your hand and guided you downstairs before dragging you to the kitchen, when she told you to wait for her.
You wanted to run away the second she left, but your legs didn’t seem to agree. All you could do was cry on the floor, re thinking everything, every time Amber told you she had something to do, probably killing someone.
Killing someone with the same hands she touched you with.
Knees against your chest, you couldn’t stop crying. Your eyes were all puffy and red. Your chest hurt. Your heart hurt.
When Amber got back, gripping Sidney’s hair, followed by Richie and Sam, you were still there. Not even looking up.
“Y/n..? You… you knew..?”
That made you tilt your head up slightly.
“S-Sam I swear I didn’t know… I would never hurt anyone… let alone Tara…”
She looked at you with suspicious eyes, along with Sidney.
“N-no.. I.. please you have to believe me..”
“Yeah, believe her.” Richie said, grabbing your arm to make you stand up. “Maybe that’ll help you trust her”
He sunk his knife into your abdomen, five times, his other hand on your mouth to prevent you from screaming. He threw you back onto the floor, as Amber entered the room.
“Okay Gale’s here, now we can-” she stopped as she saw you bleeding on the floor “Y/n!”
She rushed to you, a worried look on her face. She took off her costume and tried to bandage you up with it, to stop the bleeding.
“What the fuck did you do to her?!”
She turned to Richie, glaring daggers at him.
“Touch her again and I will fucking kill you."
She kneeled in front of you, gently cupping your cheeks.
"I'm sorry baby... he wasn't supposed to hurt you... y-you're gonna be fine don't worry... we'll end this quickly..."
She kissed your lips softly, before standing up.
You didn't see nor hear anything after that, barely conscious due to the amount of blood you were losing. When you opened your eyes, you were alone in the kitchen.
You could hear fight noises coming from the hallway. You stood up painfully. Once at the door, you felt your heart drop for the second - or was it third? - time this day.
Amber and Tara were fighting. She was going to kill her. You had to do something.
You managed to get in front of Tara just as Amber was about to stab her.
"Baby what are you doing...? You should rest you're not-"
"Amber... please stop... you can't kill her... she's our friend... they all were..."
You could see she was hurt. She thought you would be on her side, even after her reveal. But you weren't. You'd rather protect Tara than stay with her.
"Okay then..." she said
You thought you convinced her. But you were wrong. There was even more craziness in her black eyes.
"If I can't have you no one will."
She raised her knife, but before she could do anything, she got shot in the head. You watched in horror as she fell, remember all the moments you spent together.
You fell on your knees, heartbroken at the sight of your girlfriend's lifeless body. Even if she tried to kill you at the end, you knew she loved you.
Tara placed herself in front of you so you didn't have to see Amber any longer, thinking it wasn't good for you. You looked up at her, tears in your eyes, before pulling her into a hug she gave back.
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After "the incident", you spent a month at the hospital, in a room you shared with Tara. You were more than happy to have her by your side, and she felt the same about you.
Sidney came to visit you once, before going back home with her husband and children. She apologized for killing Amber, to what you replied she saved both your life and Tara's so there was no need for excuses.
Six months after that night, you moved out of Woodsboro with Sam, Tara, Mindy and Chad. You all agreed on the fact that to heal and move on, you needed to get the fuck out of this city.
New York was your new home, and you wouldn't deny you were doing much better since you moved in with Tara and Sam.
Eight months after your arrival at New York, you found yourself thinking about Tara a lot more than just a friend would.
Was it bad that you were falling for her, only a year after Amber died..? Did it make you a bad person? What would Tara think about that? Was there even a chance she'd like you back?
"Y/n? I've been calling you for like ten minutes, are you okay?" Sam said as she entered your room
"Sorry, I was... thinking"
"You want to talk about it..?"
"If you don't mind listening.."
She sat beside you on the bed, taking your hand in hers.
"Hey, remember what we said when we left Woodsboro? I'm here for you, I'll always be"
"Thanks..."
You gave her a grateful smile.
"Now tell me everything"
"It’s Tara… I-I think I'm falling for her..."
The older girl looked at you with a slight smile.
"You have every right to fall for someone you know? That means you're over her, you're healing"
"Yeah..?"
"Plus I'm pretty sure she likes you back, given the way she looks at you and talk about you"
She squeezed your hand slightly.
"C'mon now, dinner time"
A few days had passed since you talked to Sam. It was night, and you were on the balcony, watching the sky and the city, when you felt a blanket falling on your shoulders.
“I thought you might get cold..”
Tara’s sweet voice made you smile as you turned to face her.
“But you don’t even wear a jacket! Tara..”
You pulled her closer to you, wrapping the blanket around her too, before realizing how close you were now.
You only ever saw her freckles from afar, but now you could see them perfectly. She had more than you thought.
She was so pretty, face illuminated with the faint light of the city, head slightly tilted up to look at you.
“Y/n…”
Her eyes shifted almost imperceptibly to your lips before going back to your eyes.
Neither of you said a word, yet you understood each other. You placed your hands on her waist, while she placed hers behind your neck, pulling you close, her eyes never leaving yours.
She stopped, only a few inches away from your lips, making sure you really wanted it to happen. You were the one closing the gap between you.
One of her hands went in your hair, soft lips moving against yours tenderly in a passionate kiss.
You could kiss her for hours, and she could say the same. You stayed here for a while, only pulling away when the lack of air forced you to.
No words were needed, and none was said during the next hour you spend on the balcony. You watched the stars, her head resting on your shoulder while she intertwined your fingers.
When it started raining, you both returned to your rooms after one last kiss.
You sat on your bed, smiling like an idiot, while Tara did the same on the floor.
She took a bag from under her bed, opening it silently, and taking something out of it.
“Now that I have you..” she brushed the white mask with her thumb “no one else ever will”
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Tidal Wave
『♡』 pro-hero fem!reader x pro-hero bakugo
♡ katsuki bakugo masterlist ♡
summary: a horrible accident occurs while reader is on patrol for the night. when she's released, she runs to bakugo's apartment for support
tags & warnings: loss of parent, failed rescue, trauma, angst, emotional comfort, fluff
a/n: in my head, katsuki would be a very supportive BF who would comfort you after a bad day in any way he could, especially when it comes to losing people on the job. it's never easy and heroes need care, too!!
꒰ Ao3 version | word count; 1,454 ꒱
Getting ready to head out for a short night shift, you text Bakugo to let him know you're safe. He's always worried whenever they schedule you super late, especially by yourself.
[you] i'm heading in now, want me to text you when i'm home? might be late
[kat] yes, don't care. if i'm up or not, i'll at least know you got home safe
[you] okay, love you
[kat] love you too
───
Time of death; 12:05AM.
The rain pelted against the neoprene material of your hero suit as you stood with the paramedics.
“Y/H/N?” One of them called to you. “We need your report on the incident.” She waited beside you with a clipboard, her paperwork growing damp with each raindrop.
───
A normal late night patrol, you’d been walking a dimly lit street on your route when a small child came running up to you, latching on to your leg. She couldn’t have been more than 8 years old.
“Excuse me! Miss hero!” She sniveled as she buried her face against your thigh, clutching your suit in her tiny palms. She was shaking like a leaf - covered in, what you presume, is mud.
You slouch over, a gentle hand on her head. “What’s wrong, little one?” She looks up at you, her eyes the color of sapphires.
“My mommy is in trouble! I tried to help her, but…please miss hero, come with me!”
Her dainty fingers grab your hand and pull you in the direction she came from. A few minutes down the road, you see an older woman on the riverbank. She’s face down, it’s hard to see without direct light what exactly happened. You’re jogging over to her with the little girl by your side.
“Sweetie, can you tell me what happened?” You ask the child.
She wipes a dribble of snot on the back of her hand. “Mommy and I were walking over there,” she points to the nearby bridge. “And she fell over into the water!”
”You’re very brave to come find help,” you praise, giving her a pat on the back. “Let’s get your mommy away from the water while I call my friends to help.”
While waiting for the rescue crew to arrive, you cautiously move the mother further away from the edge of the river. Suddenly, she begins to seize, catching you off guard. She’s gasping for air, flailing her arms around with tears pricking the corner of her eyes. You roll her on her side, rubbing her back as you see the lights of the sirens coming over the bridge.
Come on, come on, get here faster!
The ambulance pulls up on the pathway and 3 paramedics dispatched from all sides. They’re running up to you, yelling, “Clear the way!” You take the little girl’s hand and guide her up the riverbank to the ambulance.
“She’s been poisoned! Grab the siphon kit, stat!”
As chaos is brewing all around, rain begins to patter against the grass outside. You’re wiping mud off of the little girl’s face as you hear, “We’re losing her!”
You place your hands softly over her ears, turning to the paramedics as they’re attempting to revive her mother.
Please, no...
"Is my mommy going to be okay?" the little girl asks sheepishly. You can't answer her, you just nod your head and smile the best you can. You have to keep a brave face for her.
Then, you hear the dreaded noise.
* Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep *
Your heart drops, sinking into your stomach as you squeeze your eyes shut. Everyone in the vicinity is holding their breaths collectively. The paramedic with the respiratory machine wearily gets to her feet.
"Mark the time of death as 12:05AM."
───
You’re on autopilot, shoving your emotions deep down as you recall the events of the night to the paramedic for her report. You can't emote right now, you have to pull it together until you can leave.
"The child will be brought into protective custody until we find a relative. Thank you for your service, Y/H/N. You're free to go - we'll take it from here."
Before leaving the scene, you take one last glance over to the small girl. She's under a blanket in the back of the ambulance, staring blankly into space.
It breaks your heart.
───
You're sprinting, faster than your legs can carry you, through the downpour as you approach Bakugo's apartment complex. What time even was it? Last you checked, almost 12:30AM. He's gonna be pissed when you wake him up.
You needed him, now more than ever.
You round the corner of the third floor and skid to a stop at his door, soaking wet, leaving a puddle onto the hallway floor. You can hardly breathe as you knock, praying he's either still awake or won't be frustrated.
Fuck, I should have just called.
To your surprise, Bakugo answers the door after only two knocks. His expression shifts violently from annoyed to worried when he sees you standing there, immediately pulling you inside and shutting the door.
"What the fuck happened Y/N?!" he asked, more so demanded.
You can't hold it together anymore - you crumble into his arms, sobbing hysterically. His t-shirt absorbs the waterfall of tears you're crying, inconsolable against his chest as he's supporting your weight.
He runs his hand through your bangs, brushing the wet strands away from your face.
"Shh, hey, it's alright," he whispers, stroking your wet hair. "Any louder and you're gonna get me a noise complaint."
You let go, realizing that you've made a mess of his entryway and his t-shirt. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't -"
"Y'don't have to explain shit. Now let me get you out of that before you catch a cold."
Bakugo spins you around, tugging at the zipper of your hero suit harshly. The skin-tight bodysuit under the rest of your gear loosens, letting him slip his hands inside and peeling it off of your cool skin. You didn't realize how cold you were until this moment, shivering beneath his touch. Your suit crumples onto the floor, along with the rest of your accessories, leaving you in your underwear.
He tenderly grabs your shoulders, pushing you toward the bathroom. Little droplets of water fall from your damp hair as he's leading you down the hallway.
Before you know it, steams is rolling out of the shower as Bakugo is stripping himself down to get in with you. He soothes you as he takes the rest of your clothes off, guiding you into the shower with him. He puts you under the water first, rinsing your body with the hot water to warm you back up.
As the water cascades around the two of you, he's stroking your back, eliciting the remainder of your emotions to come pouring out. A quiet sob escapes you as you try to explain yourself.
"I...I couldn't save her," you start to say, hiccupping between your words. "Her daughter was...she was just a kid...I couldn't help her mother."
Bakugo kisses your forehead. "I'm sorry, baby. I figured that was the case." He continues to wash your hair and body, peppering you with kisses and letting you cry out the feeling. He knows all too well how you feel - the first time you lose someone you're protecting on patrol hurts a fuck ton, no matter the circumstance. It never gets easier.
Once you're all cleaned up, he steps out of the shower first to grab towels. He hands you one as he exits the bathroom, muttering just a sec under his breath. Not more than a minute later, Bakugo returns with a handful of his clothes for you.
"Arms up, buttercup," he playfully sings as he throws the t-shirt over your head, ruffling it at the hem to get it to fit over your physique. He kneels to the floor, a pair of his boxers stretched out for you to step into. You oblige as he yanks them up your legs and comfortably settles them on your hips.
You shuffle your feet in place, slightly embarrassed. "I'm sorry for making such a mess, Kat. I didn't know what else to do in the moment."
He cups your cheek in his hand. "Idiot, y'don't need an excuse to come to me. You should know that by now."
Bakugo takes your hand in his, leading you out of the bathroom and into his bedroom. He tucks you under the covers first and settles in behind you, immediately wrapping his arms around your midsection.
"I'll wash your suit for you tomorrow," he says hushed, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. "I love you, baby."
"I love you too, Kats. Thank you."
Just a quick little blurb 'cause I wanted to write Katsuki being sweet without hesitation. :)
Divider by : @/saradika
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He loves me not (Aaron Hotchner x GN!Reader)
(Note: Here's a little explanation of hanahaki disease for those who haven't heard of it: x)
cw: hanahaki disease, slightly gorey and gross descriptions, unrequited love, gender neutral reader, ANGST, death.
word count: 1.5k
dividers: x
tag list: @ralvezfanatic @softhairedhotch @samsgoddess @pisceslovrr
Guilt.
That's the last thing you should have felt staring down at the palm of your hand after the agony and panic you'd just experienced, but as the air made it back to your lungs, you were overwhelmed by it.
All he'd done was smile at you. That's it, just a quick, reassuring smile as he went past you to his office. Yet here you are in an empty hallway coming back from hacking up a lung. It had been going on for a while now, only recently it seemed to have worsened from once a month to almost every day. Even now it felt like every time he looked at you there was a rattle in your throat that needed clearing.
The outcome itself had worsened too with time, they started off no bigger than baby's breath, but now they had grown to roses, thick and blood soaked that make you gag as you pull them from the back of your mouth. ‘Well, at least it's only the petals…’ you think to yourself as you go to the bathroom to wash your hands and dispose of what had been expelled from you. You shudder to think what it would be like if stems got involved…especially roses…
“Y/n?” Shit. Emily.
You scrub your hands quickly after tossing the petal in the trash, glancing over at her and smiling as she looks up from her phone.
“You okay? You just walked off in the middle of your paperwork…”
“I'm fine,” You assure her, hoping there's no blood on your teeth.
It’s convincing enough that she leaves you be, giving you time to wash the taste of copper and soil from your tongue. This couldn’t keep happening, it was only a matter of time before someone found out and tried to take you to a treatment centre, and then they’d all know. Aaron is married, you could never do that to him or Haley, so you’d resigned yourself to at home solutions and managing your symptoms by…well…hiding them.
Eventually you make it back out and are immediately called to the table, keeping your eyes fixed on JJ as she gives you the case information. Hotch sat in the same seat every time, so it was easy to ignore him and avoid another disaster. Most paperwork days went like this, 50% done and then you’re off again, giving you even more paperwork for when you get back. It was one of those things that made you whisper how you loved your job as you resisted the urge to actually bite a chunk out of your desk. You feel someone reach towards you as you stand, but you move out of the way before they can stop you in case it’s him. Fortunately it’s Emily, and she follows you down the hall, hand on your arm and a look of concern guiding her brows together. “Hey, what’s going on with you? You stood up like you got electrocuted.”
A shaky sigh slips from your mouth, and you shrug, faking a tight-lipped smile. “Just a little tired, I guess I’m jumpy.”
You weren’t. Not like this, anyway. You knew that, and so did Emily, but she also knew you were stubborn as all hell and if you didn’t want people to know something- you’d take it to your metaphorical grave.
Two and a half hours later, everyone stood in a small but relatively functional sheriff’s office. The case was pretty cut and dry, a local killer targeting public areas by a town she felt wronged her as a child. Most of the case was spent on different errands with JJ and Rossi, anything to avoid being left in a room with Aaron, you knew with this small of a workstation you’d have to speak to him and an episode would be close to unavoidable.
It doesn’t take long to track the unsub down, finding her at the scene of her first childhood crime. You approach her carefully with everyone else’s guns trained on her as you try to convince her to turn herself in, she’s hesitant at first, but with a few minutes of talking between you it finally seems like she’s calming down-
Then she lunges at you.
Everything happens in slow motion, Morgan runs to pull her back while someone else pulls you too, turning you to bury your face in their chest. Everything is a blur of panic and adrenaline, any noise muffled by your pounding heartbeat while you catch your breath…which is when you smell it.
His cologne.
You are wrapped in Aaron’s arms, one of his hands on your back and the other stroking your hair as he tries to get you back from your startled state. Little does he know, he’s making everything else worse.
The burn is slow at first, like a scraping on your throat that you might be able to wash away with some water, but as you walk to the car with his arm around your shoulders it grows into a firm pressure- then a blockage. You can only clear your throat so many times before it moves enough that you have to cough it out, and you do at first. Until there’s another, and another, and soon enough you’ve fallen to your knees, trying desperately to catch your breath as petals clog your trachea. It’s too much- you can’t even tell what the others are doing through your dizzy head and frantic attempts to inhale through the blood and flowers.
Aaron, as anyone would, panics. He tries his best to smack your back to help your coughing, but when your breathing goes from strained to nearly non-existent, he knows he has to act. “What’s wrong with them?” He shouts, looking at the others for answers he wouldn’t be getting, but Emily still tries.
“Are those petals?” Horror laces her tone as she’s struck by a realisation. The avoidance, the way you’d been so jumpy earlier and had gone to her with questions the past few weeks instead of Aaron…
“Hanahaki…” Spencer says it as the word springs to mind for her. “Hotch…you’re the only one that touched them.” They’re outside, but the temperature drops when they all realise what you’d been hiding. You were in love with him, with your boss- a married man. It didn’t take a genius to realise why it had gotten so bad, the stigma the disease held in the first place was enough to make those that caught it wary of getting help.
It occurred to Aaron at that same time that you had been acting strangely, he had been so caught up with Jack and Haley that he hadn’t had time to notice you. You had been one of his closest friends, once upon a time, but when Haley got pregnant…that’s when it started. Frequent dinners with the two of them became monthly, then special occasions with others, then…nothing. Hell- you’d even declined his invitation to the dumb superbowl party the two of you crashed at Sean’s every year…and he hadn’t noticed. Maybe if you’d said something, or if he’d seen the signs earlier he could’ve let you move past it- he could’ve let you down easy and had his best friend back just as fast. He frantically thinks that maybe there’s still time, and cradles you in his arms, his breathing shallow as he sees your eyes start to roll back.
“No. No, no no-” Hotch jams his fingers in your mouth, almost down your throat, frantic to save you as the petals and blood cling to his fingers. “Please-” He whispers, trying to keep your mouth angled down so anything in it will drop out. You stopped breathing over a minute ago, but he still holds your body close to his chest, desperately crying over it.
“I love you, I love you so much, please don't die- I love you- why isn't it working!?-”
It wouldn't. Of course it wouldn't. Aaron Hotchner loved you…but he wasn't in love with you. Yes, you were his best friend, but you were just that…his friend. His friend who brought wine to every dinner, his friend who was the first to meet his baby boy after Jack's grandparents and at the same time as Haley's sister, His friend who sat through every late night phone call where he stressed over Sean’s future…And now you’re gone.
Blood had been dripping from your mouth…Aaron didn't notice till Rossi took you from his arms and helped the paramedics bag you up- who had called them? He didn't know, he was too distraught just seeing you lifeless. Even after you were gone, your blood and those petals coated his hands and shirt.
He wanted to grab you by the shoulders and scream at you, how could you just sit back and let yourself suffer? How could you be that selfish?- No. No, it wasn’t selfish. You were anything but. You had chosen to let yourself die to something entirely curable so that Aaron could’ve lived his life none the wiser to how you felt…so that he could be happy with his wife and their new baby. His life was supposed to be perfect…but instead he was left with a disease you’d passed onto him…one entirely incurable.
Guilt.
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