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duskspring · 5 months

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Comfort From The Storm - Phantom&Rain

Domestic December - Day 9

Summary: Phantom has never experienced a topside storm before, Rain comforts him

Content (do let me know if I forgot anything!): Traumatised Phantom, panic attack, hurt/comfort

Word count: ~1.2k

A/N: I didn't really feel inspired the day 9 prompts, so I used the one from day 8 I hadn’t yet

Phantom awoke with a startle. His first thought was that some of his new found packmates may be fooling around and accidentally got too loud. But that’s not what it sounded like. Strong continuous drumming assaulted the world above.

He tried waiting, seeing if it may quiet down by itself. Of course it didn’t. It only worsened with a banging loud enough to be caused by a bomb, at least he thought it was. The quintessence in the air felt erratic, out of balance.

A soft mewl left his lips involuntarily. The chaos of the sounds and feels was reminiscent of the pit. There were certainly good parts of hell, but also very, very bad ones. Cold, loud, lonely.

He’d seen it when he was but a kit. Separated from his pack, lost and afraid he’d never find his way back.

In present time he almost felt like he was back there. The panic was so reminiscent of that time. His chest tightened, his breath short. He was able to see but couldn’t register anything in his line of sight, preoccupied with his fear.

Outside in the hall, Rain had been prancing around the abbey all night. Storms always gave him huge energy boosts, making it hard for him to sleep. He was just on his way to get something from his room, when he heard the distressed sound beyond Phantom’s door. He came up to it and listened carefully, hearing it again.

“Phantom?” The call sounded garbled to Phantom’s ears, ignored by his lacking focus. After a second the door softly creaked open, revealing Rain’s concerned gaze, “Thought I heard you cry. Are you alright?”

The younger ghoul looked up in a combination of shock and confusion. He didn’t know how to respond, couldn’t even begin to think about it. It didn’t help his growing panic at all. His chest heaved with hyperventilations.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s ok. It’s alright,” Rain rushed to his side on the bed, rubbing soothing circles into his back, “Breath with me. Come on, in… out… in… out…”

Phantom tried his best to follow along, getting better but not by much. He started shaking like a leaf.

“I know it’s hard, but try to keep talking to me. What’s wrong?”

He tried. But he was nearly unable to draw in a breath. It felt like all his energy had been drained at once. He breathed in as much oxygen as he could, which was barely anything, “Have we… reached… the end?”

“The end?” Rain didn’t understand, “Of what?”

Phantom finally looked up into his eyes, “Earth.”

The water ghoul’s eyes squinted in thought, trying to decipher the other’s thought process. Then it dawned on him, “Is this your first topside storm?”

“Storm…” Phantom responded, not quite a question but also not understanding.

Rain nodded to himself, “I know it’s probably hard, but do you think you can get up? Everything is perfectly fine, I can prove it.” He stood up himself, keeping an arm out for support. His intention was to bring him up the stairs to a window. Show him that it was just a bit of water.

Phantom stared for a few seconds before moving a shaky hand forward. He grasped onto Rain’s arm tightly. The water ghoul carefully pulled him up a little, slinging an arm around the smaller ghoul’s shoulder for support.

“We’ll go slow.” He said, starting to take small steps towards the door, “Have you slept at all?” He asked, both wanting to know the answer and needing to keep Phantom talking.

Breathing got a little easier, but Phantom’s legs were so heavy he would’ve toppled over if it hadn’t been for Rain’s support, “Yes… Woke up… with the sound.”

“Have you felt this way before?”

His steps staggered, the memories coming back to the forefront of his mind. He winced again, clinging onto Rain a little more.

“I’ve got you.” Rain smiled kindly, his eyes genuine.

The further they walked, the louder the beating of the heavy rain drops on the abbey sounded. The water ghoul understood why one might be scared of it, even without the knowledge of Phantom’s trauma.

A clap of thunder took him out of his thoughts, but only pushed Phantom further into his. He let out a sob, collapsing onto the ground. His arms came up to cover the side of his head, his chest spasming in hyperventilation.

Rain was half pulled to the ground as well. He let himself fall to his knees in front of his companion, putting his cool hands on his cheeks.

“Phantom, hey. It’s alright. You’re safe. I’m here. It’s just the thunder, it can’t hurt you.” He kept going, “Can you look at me?”

Phantom shook his head violently, curling up on himself even further.

“Phantom. You’re safe, I promise. I…” Rain trailed off. A very hard, but possibly very helpful idea in his mind. He needed to do it. He needed to try. For Phantom.

He sat up a little more upright, his focus shifting to the storm outside. He visualised all the raindrops, the darkened clouds and raging wind. He couldn’t control it all, but he could at least try helping as much as he could.

Phantom panicked when the sounds settled down. Was the fear making him deaf? He finally looked up again, searching for any sign from Rain that he wasn't completely losing his mind. He was met with perhaps the most majestic sight he’d ever seen.

Rain sat cross legged with full focus, his eyes closed, tail swishing over the floor rhythmically. His jaw, as well as most of his muscles, were clenched, causing him to shake lightly. Phantom knew exactly what he was doing. He was stopping the rain from hitting the building, greatly decreasing the noise.

“Rain…” He didn’t know what to say. His shock at the amount of power and control over Rain’s element being displayed shook him out of his panic for a moment. He was bewildered, caught in an admirational state.

The silence lasted another minute before Rain dropped to the ground with a harsh breath, all the water coming down again. But Phantom wasn’t focused on that anymore, only worrying about the amount of energy his friend had just used for him.

“Why would you- Are you ok?” The Ministry knew some strong ghouls, but never had he seen such a display in person.

Rain waved his hand dismissively, though his upper body still leaning on the floor in exhaustion, “I’ve got it,” He exhaled, reaching over for Phantom’s hand, “What about you?”

“I… don’t know?” He responded hesitantly.

“It really won’t hurt you,” Rain explained again, “It’s just water and sounds. I’ll keep you safe.” He finally looked up again, that same genuine smile back on his face.

Phantom started shaking again, but not in fear this time. He was so grateful, nearly jumping Rain in order to hold him in a hug. He buried his face in Rain’s chest, enjoying his smell and cool skin. The water ghoul’s arms wrapped around him tightly.

“Are you ready to try and sleep again?” He asked, dismissing his original plan to find a window. Phantom whined again, “I can stay with you.” Rain proposed in response.

Phantom held onto him even tighter at the suggestion, wordlessly nodding into his chest.

“Of course, baby ghoul. Let’s go, you need the rest. I’ll stay right by your side.”

[My Main Masterlist | Domestic December Masterlist]

#sorry for posting these all out of order lmao. I'm trying to get it together but day 8 is a struggle #domestic december #the band ghost fic #phantom ghoul #rain ghoul #ghost bc #headcanon #nameless ghouls #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost #ghost fanfiction

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asmrgirll · 7 months

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When It Is Just Us

This is my first ever made shit so yeah ik it sucks dont come at me but give me good criticismim. Its Patrochilles and yeah :)

At night after yet another talking with his mother, Achilles comes to the tent quiet as he cares to be. I stare at him, in my mouth I taste bitterness like a mistaken for ripe mango that is hard barely containing juices. One end of my lips curl up leaving the other half down, a snarl it seems. “What?”Even though Achilies does not face me, his hair covers a bit of the side of his face as he sits with his legs crossed on the mat, looking at his joined hands. He had still said to me, ‘what’, just normally, but with a little bite like I was bothering him. What he really means is ‘what's the reason for your face looking like that’, he sees me eying him in his peripherals.

What?”, I say appalled, mocking and ready to fight him again, a battle of high and intensed vocals. “You know what! DO not play stupid with me!”. He still has no reaction. No facial expression as my voice rips out, making me feel awkward by how loud I am in the normal quiet. He looks blank as he slowly, nonchalantly turns his head at me, looking like he feels nothing, his face says nothing. Maybe he really doesn't feel anything. I’ll make him feel something. “Is this about that girl?.. Again?’’. He says as if he doesn't know why I bring it up once more, of course he knows I’ve been gnawing at his head all yesterday and today about it. “Yes. And as I have to say it again, she is not just some girl, Okay?!. She's a Lady, a true lady, a real friend to me and you would just let some grubby man lay her hands on her??” I hate that I have to be the one that makes Achilles’ head ache with my voice alone but I am serious about this. Bristes has become very dear to me in the time she's been here, she is close to my heart. I know I love her, but not as a lover. Not as I feel for Achilles, but I know - I feel it, that if she were to leave I’d feel lonely and if she were hurt I’d cry as I help her to her aid, for her to die I’d weep, and her essence disrespected I’d stand for her.

Although Bristes doesn't think I should be fighting with Achilles, this it’s a issue I can't step off of. “Achilles!-" I start, “Dont. I don’t want to hear about this girl any longer. You act as if shes important or something, what is it, huh? Do you love her? Is she dear to you?” Actually she is dear to me but at the time all I could do was stand struck by him yelling at me. Actually yelling AT me. “Uh, Yes. She is dear to me, she's my friend and you know what Agamemnon will do to her if you just stay back and let him take her. Why would you want that” He stands “Of course she’s just your friend. I should’ve never asked to take her. You do love her don’t. Why does it matter so much? I thought you loved me, I thought WE cared about each other!” I can see how this situation is getting out of hand, Achilles is misunderstanding me and I see his face turning hot as pink rises into his face. As I think this, Achilles is pacing around in the tent in a skinny oval on his side of the tent muttering to himself how me and Brietes must have been quietly flirting while he’s been out fighting. I want to reassure him but the way he's acting now I might have thought of courting her and taking her up on have a child.

Too bad I wonder how he must feel fighting with me after never in his life having an odd thought of me.

“How dare you,” He says back at me. “I cared for you and you you would just Ahguhhh!” He yells in annoyance at me. “No, Achilles I’m just saying, have you no moral, no passion, Anything. Do you understand the amount of hurt rape will bring a sweet girl like her? And I’m not saying I don't care for you I do, you know I do. Why would I sleep beside you if I didn't? Why would I be beside you still even in this war, this battle if I had not cared for you? You think I do it for laughs? For Fun??” He looks at me upset, he pouts understanding but still aggravated. *sigh* “Whatever,” Achilles says, turning from me, bringing his hands up to rub along his face gripping his hair a little. It diffuses our yelling and we talk at normal pitches now.

“What do you want?”

“I want you to go get her back and say you’re sorry”

“Why would I do that?”

“..To save Briestes.. It would make me happy”

“I can’t”

“But you can”

“What about my honor Pat.. I’ve done all this and in their eyes she's just a woman. What would they think of me?”

#tsoa #patroclus #achilies #men #tsoa patrochilles #patrochilles #tsoa achilles #first fic #greek mythology #achilles x patroclus #the song of achilles #lol #dude #what did i do to deserve this

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tvitr · 1 year

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Sob Story: Part Two

Part One

Words: 1,656

Synopsis: Grusha and Iono talk about their respective celebrity statuses and discover they're not as different as they once thought.

AO3 Version

Hm.

Well this was… unexpected.

Obviously he'd wanted Iono to feel some kind of regret over what she'd done, or for her to realise that maybe, just maybe, using other people's personal tragedy to benefit her channel wasn't exactly ethical. Or maybe he just wanted to piss her off so much she refused to ever invite him back for anything so he didn’t have to put up with her pestering any more. That would’ve been very nice indeed.

What he hadn't wanted was for her to cry. Now he just felt bad.

“I mean, you did ask.”

Perhaps that was a bit too blunt for the occasion. Iono did seem genuinely distressed and sorry after all, and he certainly didn’t want to rub anything in. That would be needlessly cruel.

… But at the same time, she did ask.

She sniffed, wiping her nose on her oversized sleeve and regaining her composure a little. “I’m sorry, okay? I just…”

Her voice trailed off as the tears came back tenfold. Part of him felt like moving closer, putting an arm around her shoulders, or even rubbing circles into her back like he did with his sister, doing anything he could to stop the tears.

But this wasn't his sister. This was Iono. The same Iono who’d harassed him for months on end, begging him to “share his story” with her audience of tweenaged girls and weird lonely twentysomething men. She wasn’t exactly close enough to be huggable in his opinion. So she'd have to settle for his half assed small talk for now.

With a sigh, he sat back and folded his arms, waiting for a break in the sobs.

“I’m not completely opposed to talking about it, you know.”

Well, that seemed to make the crying stop altogether. He could practically hear her contact lenses popping out as she scowled at him. “Then why didn’t you?”

He leaned back with a deep breath, eyes moving up to the ceiling. “Well, how would you feel if people kept asking you for interviews, but only about that one time you did a makeup video, and your foundation was way too dark and-”

Iono groaned loudly, buying her face in her hands. God, every noise she produced was so needlessly dramatic. “Why do you of all people know about that?”

“That doesn’t matter.” He made sure to lock onto her eyes again once she’d uncovered her face. “But you wouldn’t want to be remembered for that incident and only that incident, would you?”

It must've hit her then, as she went quiet. “No. I… I guess not.”

“Exactly. But that’s what it feels like for me.” His voice grew quieter. “Ever since that accident, it’s like nobody cares about what I actually achieved. It overshadowed everything. Every tournament, every competition I ever won, everything I ever did for that damned sport here in Paldea, it just… doesn’t matter any more.”

His knuckles turned white as he clutched his jeans. The tears weren't leaking yet, but he could certainly feel them threatening to, and his voice was a bit more shaky than he’d have liked when he finally spoke. “I’m the most decorated winter athlete in Paldean history, but it doesn’t feel that way. I’m just "the guy who had an accident” now. That’s it.”

Quiet.

Iono's voice sounded considerably smaller when she finally spoke. "I… I never thought about it that way.”

"Of course you didn't."

Now it was her turn to shoot an annoyed glance. “Hey, I said I was sorry, okay? What more do you want from me?”

"Sorry, sorry, that was-" He ran his hand up his face, lingering over his eye. "That was harsh."

"No, it's… it's fine. Honestly." She swallowed thickly. "You have so much to talk about, but nobody wants to hear it, right? They just want to know about the bad parts. I know how that feels.”

He tutted more loudly than he’d have liked to. “Yeah. Sure. Heard that one before.”

“I’m being serious.” She inched a bit closer. “People love pointing out all the bad or stupid things I do. Sure a lot of people ignore it, and I still have all my fans but like… There’s whole channels out there which just seem dedicated to just… being mad at me, or my fans, or even just people who appear in my videos a lot. Even if I do something nice they just say I’m trying to cover up something bad. I can’t win."

She shifted a bit, sitting on her hands. “I know I posted a video with her yesterday, but it took ages to get Tulip to film it. She used to film stuff with me all the time, now it just seems like she doesn’t even want to be seen with me any more. I think she thinks I’ll damage her brand or something. That’s how bad it is.”

It was a similar predicament, he had to admit. Not identical, but still similar enough to see her point, regrettable as that was. He’d noticed himself how some people seemed to have it out for her, scrutinising every move she made in a desperate attempt to dent her popularity or stir controversy. It didn't work of course, for better or worse, but he still couldn't imagine it felt good. Almost made him glad he'd retired long before the advent of… whatever this was.

Almost.

“I guess I should say, I never thought about it that way either.”

“It’s okay, I didn’t really think of it until now.” She dried her eyes (and nose) on her sleeve with one final sniff. "I guess we both learnt something about each other today, huh?"

He paused. “Yeah. I guess so.”

That trademark mischievous Iono grin returned, though her puffy red cheeks and damp eyes gave it a certain level of sincerity it usually lacked. "So uh… if you ever wanna do an interview just about your snowboarding, no accident talk involved…"

“I’ll think about it.” He offered her the first genuine smile since he got here. “Honestly, I will.”

***

“Just let me know when you’ll be free, yeah? I can usually rearrange things last minute."

It was admittedly late by the time he left the Iono Zone studio. Though nothing had been set in stone yet, they'd spent the last few hours making plans for a possible next appearance; discussing what he'd talk about, what he'd bring along to show off, what kind of questions she should ask, not to mention having to familiarise her with more snowboarding terminology to make it seem like she actually knew her stuff. She hadn’t kept up with the pro scene since he left, after all, and her memory was a little rustier than she’d have liked to admit.

“I need to make my mind up first.” Though not as completely opposed as he was previously, he was still… apprehensive. Iono's style of "interview" was a far cry from the standard sporting interview he was used to, after all. He struggled to imagine a serious sports interview with her trademark pink-and-blue lighting and damn Bellibolt interrupting every few minutes.

“Oh yeah, yeah, take your time okay? I promise I won’t bother you about it so much this time round.” She smiled sweetly, though something told him this smile was sincere, before her eyes suddenly went wide. “Oh! Before you go, I have a little something for you.”

She darted off back into the studio, returning with her hands behind her back.

“I know it’s probably not 'cool', but I just wanted you to have this.” She pulled her arms out, holding out a lumpy Bellibolt-shaped plushie. “It’s one of the ones you can microwave and it gets all warm and it’s just kinda nice to hug and-”

Her voice trailed off as she handed it over. "I just… thought it'd be nice for you to have. I’m sorry, I’m not really good at this whole… well, whatever this is, am I?"

Grusha looked down at the plush she’d handed him. It was heavy, incredibly goofy looking, and slathered with obnoxious Iono Zone branding, but it was also undeniably cute, and-

“Wait, it’s one of those microwave ones?”

"Yeah, I just said that."

"That's…" He hadn't told her about his back issues, had he? "That's very thoughtful of you, actually. Thank you."

She winked. “Ay, now you have to bring something for me for your next show, yeah? Just so you know, I’ve always wanted a signed version of one of those collectible Bellic Games cards, especially that one where you won gold-”

Her voice trailed off as his expression stayed firm, and she instead offered him a sheepish grin, opening her arms. "Or you could… Give me a hug instead? I’ve always wanted one of those too."

Well, it would be rude not to now, wouldn't it? Besides, he wouldn't give up that card for anything.

He'd barely had time to open his own arms when Iono threw herself at him, her head nestling against his. He felt her sign deeply.

"I'm sorry about earlier. Really."

He finally pulled her in, hand instinctively going to the back of her head. "It's fine. I'm sorry too."

"For what?"

He smirked. "Ruining your show."

***

The microwave dinged.

The Bellibolt plushie was warm, albeit with the slight dampness that usually came with these microwavable pillows. Not to mention it also smelled unbearably sweet. The label described the smell as “snowflake fairy”, which to him would suggest a fresher, woodier scent, something reminiscent of the snow covered forests he spent so much of his free time in. Not violently sugary candy and synthetic fruit.

It was also too oddly shaped and bulbous for him to lie on top of as he liked to, so his flatter, more conventional pillows would have to do for tonight.

Still, the Bellibolt one was at least nice to hug, just like Iono had said.

#are they friends now?? who knows lol #all i know is that i am DONE with the big angsty #time to write some dumb stuff now lmao #pokemon scarlet and violet #gym leader grusha #gym leader iono #grusha #iono #pokemon fanfiction #my writing #pokémon #gym leaders #pokemon grusha #grusha pokemon

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dnangelic · 6 months

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@nulltune asked: 🕯IF YUORE STILL ACCEPTING OMG // send me 🕯️ to hear my character's inner thoughts about your character.

' kishinami-san ... it's hard not to admire her , right ? ' though , what was it exactly that he found so intriguing ? anyone could have called her elegant or breathtakingly beautiful , but it was never just that . there were parts of her that faintly resembled some of the live arts he had met ... a precious thing lost and wandering , or stuck in place , yet somehow still full of feelings , feelings the arts themselves didn't even understand .

--- maybe , were those feelings nothing more than his own ? no , they couldn't have been , right ? there was no way that everything about her was solely felt by him . ' she's ... quiet . but when she speaks , her voice is really pretty . i don't think she's ever yelled at anyone before , and i don't think she'd ever want to , anyways . isn't that a good thing ? it's true that sometimes she takes a lot of time to think about what she wants to say , but that's just proof that she's considerate . she's not as cold as some people think she is just because of her appearance . if anything , it should be the opposite --- she's always willing to help , and never stops thinking about others or putting them first . '

it was just the sort of person that she was . an effortless kindness , a well-maintained politeness . a delicate lace-heart stitched right onto her sleeve . it's impossible to prevent the warm , glowing smile that draws out on the boy's expression at the mere thought of her . ' kishinami-san is always so gentle and kind . she always makes me feel safe , like i have someone to rely on or to turn to if things go wrong . i just wish that she would accept some of the things i've tried to do for her , too . the times i've reached out ... u-uh , i'm not sure how to put it ... ' he had felt ignored ? declined ? avoided ? ' i feel like ... she doesn't want me to get too close . i don't really understand what i'm not supposed to see , and i know i'm just a kid , so maybe my words don't have that much of an impact --- but i want to tell her at the very least that i care . '

if that , the simplicity of his sole presence and support , could have still meant something even meagerly beneficial to her , then he would have been infinitely satisfied . ' i can't help but worry a little ... it's not fair if i don't get to be there for her too . happiness should be shared , not one-sidedly given away . even if i'm a thief , i don't want to take everything for myself and leave her alone with nothing . it's not right ... ' rather , could he have followed his grandfather's advice ? instilling within her even a faint , albeit no less precious dream or a wish . even if he was a dull boy who always need her help , just maybe dark could bring her a little half-anonymous wonder , the niwa himself already considering flowers ; letters .

to you , lovely and lonely as the moon .

' if she ever has any troubles ... i'll be sure to steal them away . it's okay if she can't always bring herself to laugh , but i won't stand to ever see her cry or be sad all by herself . she has just as much right as anyone to be happy and have friends , because she's just as important as anyone else . that's why ... i don't understand . it's why i'm sorry , too --- but i don't want to , i won't give up on trying to reach out to her just yet . not until she realizes i'm there . right beside her , like she's always been there for me . to that end ... --- please , believe in me , kishinami-san . '

#nulltune #*･ﾟ⊰ ANSWERED. ⊱#CANON.#LYNN WHY IS YOUR CANDLE WEIRD???? 😭 JDKGJKFGJKG #ANYWAYS TYSM FOR SENDING IN. im always accepting dont ever worry abt being late. hakuno content gives me strength #i wanted to include dark but since we split verses atm i decided to just give u daisuke #esp since daisuke's feelings == dark's #give or take dark's intimate understanding of hakuno's (lack of. rather.) feelings #when he says flowers and letters he means random gifts left on hakuno's desk 💐 <- i think itd be funny if she had a stake out #to try to figure out who tf was leaving vases of white roses n sappy ass letters on her desk

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sea-side-scribbles · 2 years

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Fanfiction: You Always Meet Twice

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37455736/chapters/99578208

Chapter 17

The mornings were oddly quiet in the Garden District. In his old life in Maidenholm, the soft humming tune of the radio would wake Morrie up. Oh, how much he had loved this melody! He would always get up quickly to make himself breakfast, so he could watch Uncle Jack's first show of the day in the kitchen while eating. It would be his highest priority in the morning before he did anything else.

In his first morning as a Wastrel, he had been confused. In the Garden, people just woke up to mere silence and went on with their day. The silence continued unless they went outside to a speaker in the field to listen to their once favourite host, but very little still cared about him. If there was a any sound that announced the new day, it was the mourning and crying of the Wastrels that began to walk along the streets to search for food.

For Morrie, that silence had made him feel lost. And lonely as well. The lack of a daily schedule hadn't helped. There was no breakfast until he found something to eat. And his search could take the whole morning, even the afternoon. And he would go to sleep when he was exhausted, not because of a certain bedtime. The curfew could've comforted him because he knew that from home, but it rather got in the way. More than once, he'd wake up at night, feeling hungry or thirsty and then he needed to wait until daybreak or take the risk to get beaten to a pulp by his fellow neighbours. Over time, he got used to the missing schedule and he began to consider the silence as freedom.

He realized how much he needed the quiet mornings when a loud noise awoke him this time. He struggled out of bed, startled and in panic. His head came up with nightmares: Did the bombings start again? Would this house explode and burn to a crisp with him inside? Running down the stairs, he soon found the source of the ruckus. It was his uninvited guest Nick Lightbearer sitting at the piano and already making his life more miserable.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?”, he yelled over the noise and darted at Nick. He threw the lid shut while Nick cowered and protected his head with his hands. He was scared, Morrie noticed. Good.

“You bloody moron! This isn't the Orpheum, you're gonna summon the entire district like that!”, Morrie went on, letting his anger out. “But...but...you were playing it too...”, Nick meekly protested. “And you know how that turned out! From now on, this instrument stays quiet! It sounds horrible anyway! Don't you hear that? Not that you ever had any musical hearing...” Morrie suddenly made a few steps backwards, pretending to check on the furnace. Standing close to Nick overwhelmed him. It was time this man got out of here.

“Of course I know it's off-tune”, Nick protested more. “I...I just thought...” Then he paused, realizing something. Quieter, he went on: ”Is this true...? Do they hurt us when we make noise...?” Morrie's skin crawled at the soft tone. Nick shouldn't sound like that. He should sound arrogant, snappy or jealous, all these awful things he hid behind his silky voice. But Morrie also knew that Nick wasn't dumb. He needed his help and he knew that this was the best way to accomplish that. There was an error in this plan, though. Morrie already learned his tricks. He wouldn't fall for puppy eyes and a silky voice this time. And he wouldn't pity him too much for being a newbie.

“Yeah, hurt or rob or kill us, whatever they like”, he answered, still eyeing the furnace. He put an emphasis on all these harsh words. No jolly talk in here. No “gone on holiday”, no “spankers”, just the plain truth. Because he didn't hear another sound from Nick he looked back at him. The former star cowered and hugged himself tightly. That was much better, Morrie thought. He'd better be afraid for the sake of his own safety.

“It's a long walk to the bridge”, Morrie said and instantly regretted reminding himself of it. “We better get something into our stomach first.” Nick came back to life. “Yeah, man, I'm starving! I can't remember the last time I had scrambled eggs, or bacon and buttered toast! Do you have coffee? The real one even? At least there's plenty to eat in the Garden District...” Morrie flinched. “Would you like some milk in your coffee, Sir?” “Yeah, oh I love milk! I miss milk! For years, I had nothing but Reds and Yellows for breakfast. Can you believe that?” Morrie didn't know whether to laugh or cry about it. The taste of scrambled eggs and milk spread in his mouth and he gulped. He'd never taste this kind of food again.

“I don't have coffee, Nick!”, he rasped. “I don't have milk either, or eggs and there's nothing like bacon in here!” He became louder. “I know what they tell you in the village but it's all bullshit! There's not plenty to eat! This is the place for rotten Downers and worthless scoundrels nobody cares about! People are starving in here! And there's less food every day! This is the end of the line, Nick! I don't know how long we can keep on until...” He stopped, panting heavily. There it was. Everything he didn't want to think about. The things he needed to ignore in order to not go crazy.

“There's no food in the Garden?”, Nick asked meekly, disbelief dripping from his words. “No, stupid! This is a fucking grave!” He stopped, clenching his fists. Slightly calmer, he went on: “A little. Berries, mushrooms...Honey if you don't mind being stung by a horde of bees. I never tried.” “A...and tea, perhaps?” “Yeah. Only without tea leaves and it's gonna be cold. It's called water, Nick.” “Hmm...okay...” Nick breathed in and out, collecting himself. “That's fine with me...I'll take whatever you have...” Morrie pondered. He could safe his precious storage and feed Nick blue currant instead. But Nick needed all his strength, or else he'd be an even bigger burden than he already was.

“You're a lucky bastard as always”, he concluded. “Will baked beans be good enough for you?” Nick's eyes widened. He seemed to wonder if this was a joke. “Y...yeah, that's just perfect.” Morrie gave him a nod and went upstairs to get the cans. The former star went after him. Suddenly, Morrie stopped and held up his hands. “Wait here.” Nick, who was already anxious about being hurt by Morrie's hands, obeyed without a word. He looked lost at the bottom of the stairs, as if he feared that Morrie wouldn't come back down. Served him right, Morrie thought.

It was probably ridiculous to hide his storage from the clueless newbie, but Morrie knew he shouldn't be careless about it. Nick might remember this later and come back for more. He might come back anyway, when he learned to value this house more and understood what a palace it actually was. Oh, bloody hell... Morrie would be ready for this moment, though.

With two cans of beans he returned to his guest who looked glad to see him again. In the kitchen, Morrie found the springtrap. “Oh, shit...!” He hadn't set it back up for the night! Had completely forgotten about it after all the fuss! He quickly knelt down to fix it and he couldn't help but scold himself while doing it. Nick remained silent and waited. When Morrie was finished, he searched his cupboard for a pot he could hang over the campfire. He suddenly felt uneasy about being watched. Nick surely didn't notice it now, but a few days later he would realize that Morrie had a kitchen with pots and dishes and probably tools... Bloody hell indeed! All that just because Morrie didn't have the guts to leave Nick to his fate.

He spilled the contents of the two cans into a pot and went back into the living room with it. After days of training, he had learned how to make a fire with a wooden stick. Now he could share the skill, just like the Wastrel from Barrow Holm that had shared it with him. He gave Nick a look. The man was still watching his every move. “You should learn how to make a fire”, he said and held out the stick to him. “Come here.” Nick knelt down next to him and awkwardly took the tool. Morrie told him how to hold his hands when he spun the stick. Nick produced some dark powder that didn't catch fire until his strength left him, but it was a start. Morrie did the rest and then hung the pot over the fire. “Oh, that smells fantastic...”, Nick sighed. Morrie gave him a merciful look. “You're gonna have to wait for a bit.” Nick groaned. “I got a hole in my stomach. I haven't eaten since...well...since they kicked me out...” He mumbled the last words and hung his head. He was embarrassed in front of a Wastrel. How adorable.

“I know how you feel...”, Morrie answered quietly. Nick looked at him. “This must be a mistake.” “What?” “The food. There's supposed to be food in the Garden District. The Executive Committee should know about this. Someone must've taken all the food for themselves...” Morrie sighed. “Look, Nick. The Executive Committee lied to you. This is how it's supposed to be. They want to keep the Wellies ignorant, so they don't find out that their relatives and friends starve to death just because they had a bad batch of Joy. Imagine the trouble that would cause...” “...a bad batch of Joy?” “Yes....something's going wrong with Joy, too...It stops working. More and more Wellies become Downers and there's not enough food already...” “But they wouldn't just mess up Joy! I can't believe they're doing this on purpose! I need to tell them what happened here!” “Oh, I don't think they mess it up on purpose, but perhaps 17 years of taking Joy is all a brain can bear. Many people are going crazy.” “Why would Joy make anyone crazy?”

Morrie sighed again. “Because it's a drug and drugs are bad for you. I''m surprised you're not crazy yet.” “But we have...we have to tell them...” “What?” “I'll tell the Committee when I'm back in the village! We can't let the Wastrels starve! And we have to make better Joy!” Morrie lifted an eyebrow. “You want to help?” “Well...someone has to do it! I'm the only one who's getting back out, am I not?” Morrie snorted. “Nah, you'd rather take your Joy and forget about this, glad you saved your own arse. That's all that matters to you.” Nick deflated. “Man, you...you really hate me...” “Prove me wrong”, Morrie snapped.

From his crouched position, Nick whispered: “I didn't mean to...of course I'm getting you out with me...” The younger man stared at him. “If you like....I'll tell the Bobbies you're irreplaceable in my band...They all love The Make Believes, they'll do this for you.” Nick beamed at him, begging for a positive response. “This is gonna work!” “Stop!”, Morrie demanded. “But...” “Stop! It's not gonna work, okay? I don't wanna hear about it again! This is what drives people mad! Their stupid hopes and dreams! They can't let the past go! Keep that nonsense to yourself or I swear you'll go alone!”

The beans were bubbling in their pot now. Morrie slapped two bowls on the floor and filled them. Nick quietly watched and accepted the bowl Morrie handed him. They ate in silence and Morrie was thankful for that. He focused on every spoonful of steaming hot beans. That cave was so damn worth it. As long as he survived the fog he'd go back there. He busied his mind with the cave, suppressing the feeling that Nick had woken up in him. A feeling that hadn't died easily, but it had made Morrie's life much easier when it died. Nick would learn that, too.

The former star wolfed down his meal and Morrie couldn't help but feel him. When they were done, he put the bowls back into the kitchen and handed Nick a glass bottle he had filled with water from the nearest pump. Nick looked at the bottle in surprise. “Well, you surely know how to live.” “It's water”, Morrie explained and Nick's smile froze. “Oh, yeah...I knew that...” “You'll value this more than scotch, trust me.” “Hmm...” Nick eyed the bottle, then he looked up to Morrie with a dipped head. “Can't you...stop too?” Morrie gave him a puzzled look. “...stop telling me that I'm not getting out? I get it, you hate me, but you don't have to torture me like that...” “I only tell you the truth is all”, Morrie replied. “The sooner you get along with it, the better. I could spoil you with hope, but that'd only make you crash harder than you would anyway. I'm actually quite nice right now.” Morrie knew he would be more careful with any other Wastrel, but at least he didn't lie. Nick buried his face in his hands. Oh, dear.

“Come on”, Morrie said gentler. “It's gonna be a long walk. We'll need to prepare you for it.” “I am ready”, Nick mumbled, wiping his eyes. Morrie shook his head. “Not with that outfit.” Nick looked down on himself. “What's wrong with my outfit?” He wiped his jacket. “It's a little dusty, but you don't happen to wear your Sunday's best either, or do you?” Morrie's expression darkened and he picked up a stone from the floor. Nick's hands shot up. “No, I don't mean...You look smashing, really, but...!” “No, I don't”, Morrie interrupted him. “Nobody looks smashing in here and if you do, you get smashed. You have to turn this suit to shreds, just like mine.” “No! No, I can't do that! I have to look like myself when I get to the bridge or nobody's gonna believe me I'm Nick Lightbearer!” “If you get outside like that you'll never make it to the bridge!” “Why not?”

Morrie rolled his eyes. “You think the Wastrels are fond of tourists from the village? The same kind that chased them out of their homes? You think they wouldn't get revenge if they had the chance?” “But I didn't chase anyone out!” “Are you sure?” Nick wiped his forehead. “I would remember this, right? I'm not a brute, I'm a rather peaceful bloke.” “You wouldn't remember a thing. Joy makes you forget all the bad things and it takes a while until they come back to the surface.” “Oh, God...I need to get back to the village before I remember...” Morrie held up the stone. “Then let's get this over with.”

Nick backed away. “No, wait! I can't look like a Wastrel! There must be another way!” “There is no other way! They won't make an exception for you, you're not a celebrity in here!” “But you...you're with me! You can tell them I'm not a tourist!” Morrie laughed. “Yeah, and they go their merry way and leave the fancy guy alone, just because I said so.” He then glared at Nick. Of course this idiot had to make this harder for himself. Nick examined his hands very closely when he answered: “Can't we go around them somehow? You said something about avoiding the roads...”

Now Morrie massaged his forehead. This could be the first day in the Garden that gave him a headache. “Of course I'd rather dash through the wilderness with you.” “...are there dangerous animals in the Garden...?” “Yes, the other Wastrels!”, Morrie blurted out. “We'd have to be extra careful! It's gonna be a very slow and tedious trip because we'd have to hide behind every bush or rock we come across! People leave their houses now and then to gather food, you know? I don't know if we can avoid them, especially if you're making noise and stumble over every pile of grass like you did yesterday!” “I'm not gonna do that, I promise!” Nick clasped his hands together. He even fell on his knees. “Please, give this a chance! You're my guide, my life-saviour! I only do as you say!” The younger man looked at the begging rockstar. “You don't need to be so dramatic. Nobody's watching you.” “You're not a nobody”, Nick insisted with puppy eyes. Morrie crossed his arms. “Really? Having your arse saved changed your mind then.”

Nick proved to be a good actor, the way he crumbled into a picture of misery from one second to the other. “I'm sorry...” “Don't start!”, Morrie shouted and ripped his eyes away from Nick. Then he sighed deeply and desperately. “Alright...there goes nothing...But if you...mess that up...or if they find us...I'll tear that suit to shreds! Do you hear me?” Nick nodded eagerly. “Loud and clear! Oh, thank you, thank you...” He looked like he was about to throw himself on the ground. “Stop!” Nick gave him an unsure look. Morrie could see how he tried to read him. How wanted to find out how to treat him so that he got the desired response. A man like Nick only used people for his own advantage. Little did he know that Morrie would be the only one who got something out of this trip. “Let's get going.” Nick shot up. His puppy eyes were back.

Morrie stepped over the springtrap and glanced around the land. It was always a little foggy and the sky had a blue-ish shade of grey. Sometimes it was covered in dark clouds. Now Morrie could see the sun as a white spot on the horizon. It was good weather. It didn't look like rain.

Nick climbed over the trap after him. “I can't believe I finally get tot the bridge”, he mumbled more to himself than to Morrie. Still in thoughts, he tripped over a stone in the high grass and fell towards Morrie. The younger man had to grasp him so he won't fall with him. “Will you open your eyes no, goddammit?”, Morrie hissed and shoved him away. Nick let out a flood of apologies and promises. Morrie didn't listen. He braced himself for an indeed long walk.

#we happy few #you always meet twice #wehappyfew #nick lightbearer #morrie memento #whf #whf nick #whfnick #morriememento #nickxmorrie #nicklightbearer #garden district

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nayrusl0vee · 2 months

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Last night after work, I was chillin' with the stray cats and feeding them pieces of chicken I didn't touch from dinner. They were so cute, and I knew they were hungry. But yk, it was nice doing that plus it was quiet and I found it very peaceful. Next is to save all the snails on the walkway from being stepped on. 😭😭😭

Anyways, I've been meaning to type something out, so I'm doing it now. I tend to be in the notes app on my phone a lot, and a month ago, I found a hidden folder that I forgot about, I guess. It was from 2017-2019, like from my old phone, that never converted to the new app format. So I opened it and read everything... damn.

I had 1 folder about love and another folder for notes to God. A lot of it was so embarrassing to read, but it was so real. I was really lonely back then, and I gave up. The notes to God made me cry, not from sadness, but I guess I was more in shock than anything and very thankful... I say that because every single prayer was answered, and I never realized till that moment. They may not have been answered in the ways I wanted, but God knows best, and he answered everything in detail. It was... amazing. That was over the course of 5 years, and see that's the thing. A lot of people act like God is a genie, and with a snap of a finger, he will give you what you want. But that's not true. God takes your every single prayer and works it out for your good. He does things in such an intricate and personal way that you KNOW it's Him. He connects everything. How can I not be thankful and praise a God who hears and answers my prayers? Prayer is so powerful.

Every single one of those prayers led me to where I need to be. I have regrets, but God knew I would make those mistakes, and he factored that out when he called me and chose me. God tends to speak to me through dreams, and I'll never forget the dream where he called me to follow him. How could I ever walk away from that?

#personal #God

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lazywerebat · 1 year

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Space Knight !

Marko x Male! Reader

Modern & Astronaut Au!

warnings; Marko having anxiety & panic attacks ( if i missed smth pls let me know )

summary; Marko survived being staked by Edgar. In 2000s he met Reader, they fell in love & got married. Reader is human and knows Marko is vampire but it isn't mentioned.

a/n; english is not my native language so some sentences might not make sense!! i tried to combine two of my interest, The Lost Boys & space!! if you have some writing tips, that would help :))!! This is Modern Au, it can be any 2000s year you have in mind!!

word count; 3.3k

After horrific events that happened, Marko never thought in his life that he would be standing on ground alive again with you, hell he didn't knew he was going to marry a man with well known consequences.

Marko spends full six months without you in cave. He's really trying to feel happy for the man he's in love with. He knew that his husband being an astronaut always meant spending time away from each other but he feels lonely sometimes. Somehow he always finds himself waiting for a call, no matter if its in daylight or night time, cause he'll find a way to talk to you even if it means killing him again, he waits, despite not promising to. His anxiety would built more and more knowing his husband is somewhere a far away from atmosphere is eating him up until he founds himself crying or calling one of boys for comfort. Only into few weeks drove him to more insanity than anything could. He would in panic go to one of boys in cases of

"What if he forgets to eat, he always does that!? What if its too cold up there? Do they sleep up there?".

In the end Marko was an anxious mess when it came to his husband and boys managed to calm him, well for a while though. They made him a promise to stay close by to wiped his tears away

"Y/n's going to be fine. You know that he's been training for this."

davids voice was calming and soft to not made him more worrying than he already is.

"He'll be back, before you can say cookies."

added Paul, Marko has never failed to lighten up every time he gets an video call from Y/n. He could listen on hours till end on whatever adventure Y/n was, all crazy things he saw and how there is no gravity at all and hell he would even listen Y/n talking about moon rocks at this point.

"Hey, is everything alright?"

said Y/n worryingly looking at Marko.

Marko was almost in tears when question was asked.

"What? No? Nothings– no, everything is alright. Why wouldn't it?"

said Marko with a shakey voice trying not to form tears while look at his husband. Y/n frowned, possibly looking at any hints that something is wrong with Marko

"You're just so quiet today. Somethings up. Is everything okay without me?"

he slightly narrowed his eyebrows.

"Just missing you."

said Marko looking everywhere but his husband. Ignoring Y/n's confusion, silence between them felt comfortable and comforting.

"Hearing your voice is favourite part of my night so listening to you talking about your adventures in space is amazing."

said Marko giving in and letting his eyes trail back to meet Y/n's, whose having a trouble holding up a smile.

"Youre such a halfwit."

said Y/n teasingly.

"HEY! I was having a moment with you and this is how you reply?? I demand kisses at this very moment."

Marko as Marko still made sound of offense.

"Three more months, moonshine."

Y/n said laughing softly and lightly.

"After all this is over, you can have all kisses in world from me."

Suddenly Y/n turned away from video call for a moment before turning back to Marko.

"I'd like to come home to my bright star."

said Y/n smiling at Marko.

"I love you so much Y/n."

said Marko with warm smile.

"I love you too Marko. I'll be home soon."

said Y/n blowing a kiss to Marko before turning off a video call. After this video call Marko knows that he'll be over and over anxious mess till his space knight is back.

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chilumi-shipper · 2 years

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HI! I REALLY LIKE YOUR CHILDE X SHY!READER AND DILUC X MUTE!READER SERIES CAN YOU PLEASE DO A XIAO OR SCAMOUCHE VERSION WITH AFFECTIONATE!READER PLEASE

(ILY) - ANON <3

Loving Warmth

Xiao x GN!Reader

Summary: You have an overbearing amount of love and affection for him, you hug him too many times, you give him unnecessary gifts, you say too many cheesy things, you call him very embarrassing pet names. However, people only miss the warmth when it's getting cold.

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Xiao

Whilst walking to Wangshu Inn for your daily visit to Xiao, you found an extremely familiar bracelet lying on the field of Guili Plains.

Huh? It looks like the bracelet that you gave Xiao a week ago...

Maybe he dropped it from the balcony and didn't realize it. You'll just give it back to him when you get there :D

It's been a month, and yet the Yaksha still stands by the balcony, hoping to feel a familiar warmth engulf him as a pair of arms wrap around his form.

"Xiao! Look what I found!" You skipped to him, in your usual happy mood as you arrived at the Inn's balcony. The person you were looking for was right there, not even turning around to greet you.

Well, maybe he's just day dreaming about something and didn't hear you talk.

A broken bracelet was between Xiao's fingers, his handling was gently, careful to not let the charms fall off the strings. It was a sweet gift actually, each charm you carved from rock and painted to match his personality and aesthetic, his adeptus mask, a grumpy looking anemo slime, a qingxin flower, and a simple heart.

How ironic is it that the heart charm was split in half when he threw it that night?

"I-I'm sorry, I d-didn't realize what I was doing..." You stuttered out on apology, avoiding his annoyed stare and irritated expression. You wished that you could stop your eyes from watering, but your vision turned blurry as you take in what he had said.

The bracelet that you had shown to him the moment you arrived was taken out of your hand and broke as it was thrown to the wall.

"Didn't realize how much of an annoying pest you're being?" You trembled as you swallowed the sob that wanted to escape your mouth. Trying to keep quiet and not provoke him even further.

You thought that your company would make his days less lonely, plus, you love spending time with him! You love him more than anything in the world!

Maybe that's why you're being too affectionate?

You felt ashamed as he rambled on about how frustrated he was with you, feeling small as he talked about your useless gifts and your overbearing hugs and your silly little pet names.

You wanted to cry at that moment. But... what if he thinks that you're too sensitive too?

Were you truly that bad of a lover?

"You just don't know anything other than being a bother, don't you?" It was true that you visit him everyday, it was true that you loved to keep him close when you're together, it was true that you love making little presents for him like treats and accessories.

"Maybe that's why nobody ever wanted to be with you."

What does he miss about you?

When you cuddle up to him to warm yourself up due to the cold night.

When you nuzzle your face on his shoulder or his back and he feels your lips for a smile.

When you bring a big fuzzy blanket to cover yourself and him even though you know that cold doesn't bother him.

Those little irritated huffs you make when you complain to him about Zhongli who has yet to pay you for the abundance of products you had to pay for because he forgot his wallet.

Your whispers of comfort and your soft voice when he feels like he can't keep his karmic debt at bay.

When you pepper his face with kisses even when he tries to pull away because you know that he secretly likes it.

And despite his face turning red... he missed you call him puppy, or kitten, or baby or your little firefly.

"There's no point holding on to something you can't fix." He immediately turns around, seeing your face with a small smile plastered on it.

"Uh..." He looks down at his hands, seeing the broken bracelet. "I-It holds a lot of value." Xiao managed to speak up.

'It's just carved out rocks, some beads and a string.' You stopped yourself from saying it.

He observed you silently, you seemed a lot more reserved now, quieter, looking a bit tired. As you walk up to the railings, you kept him at arms length, you reverted your gaze from him, up to the night sky.

Xiao thought hard of what to say incase you come back. And yet, all he said now was, "I believe this bracelet can be fixed though. I can carve another pebble into a heart and tie the broken string together."

He could not put to words how much he wanted to hug and kiss you at that moment.

"That, or you could just throw it away..."

"I can't..."

A shooting star flew by.

"Xiao, I understand what you said back then." You sighed, fighting the urge to inch closer to him. "I'm really sorry that I'm like this."

"Don't apologize-"

"No." You looked back at him, only to see that his gaze was already at you. "Let me finish."

"I get attached too easily." You chuckled a bit, despite your little sniffles. "Ever since I was a kid, I would give everything I have to please the people I love, then they would get annoyed and embarrassed with me, they'd say I was being too clingy and cheesy. Then they would just avoid me, until we're not close anymore. Then I would cry about losing yet another friend."

"When we started dating, I loved doing so many things for you. It made me happy to put a smile on your face, even just a little bit." You wiped the few tears that fell from your eyes. "You deserve love, Xiao. I wanted to give you that love."

Xiao listened to your words intently, "Even you, a guy that probably doesn't even know the human standards of what being cheesy is, didn't like the way I am." He wanted to shake his head, he does like you, he loves you, you do make him happy, and he didn't realize the warmth he lost when he pushed you away.

"There's no point holding on to something you can't fix..." You close your eyes. "This attitude of mine, this is something I can't fix. Because I can't stop being sensitive, I can't stop loving."

Another shooting star flew by...

"I wish that I could just get rid of it." Xiao shook his head, even though you couldn't see it. He stepped closer to you. "I would still have all my friends, people would actually stop calling me weird."

"I would still have you."

You gasped slightly as you felt his arms wrap around you from behind. "Xiao?"

Another shooting star...

"I wish that I can make you as happy as you make me." He whispered, his breath hitting your neck. Even in that moment, his gloved hand delicately clutches the bracelet.

It was a silent night as the night sky was grazed by a meteor shower, it felt nice to watch the show as you sit down and work on fixing the bracelet together.

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This is actually something that I relate to, hehe. Also, it's the middle of the night and I felt a little inspired to write at least one thing, so here it is. I hope you like it, anon!

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact angst #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact xiao #xiao x reader #genshin impact #xiao angst #xiao fluff

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bemylord · 3 years

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ꜱ/ᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ │ᴀᴘᴏʟᴏɢɪᴇꜱ

↳ characters: satoru, itadori, megumi, toji, nanamin, sukuna.

↳ warnings: it's fluff part, so there's no angst or hurtful things [some parts might be spicy].

↳ butler's remark: finally have dropped the last part of this angst theme.i don't know what kind of dr#gs i used when i was writing the last three.

↳ part one;

ɪᴛᴀᴅᴏʀɪ ʏᴜᴜᴊɪ:

he'd be very sad and angry at himself for screamed at you. he didn't mean to push you away because of his fatigue. as he recalled the phrase you dropped before leaving: 'i'm gonna cuddle with megumi-kun' this phrase goes on and on in his head as he runs into your room. he knocked first, hoping you're alone. he knocked again, but there's no response.

'my baby, i'm so-so-so sorry, baby.' he just jump to the bed, wrapping arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. 'no, don't cry because of me, i'm the worst boyfriend ever.' he kisses the top of your head.

yuuji will cry with you if you'd continue to sob your nose, burying your face as deep as it's possible in itadori's chest, unable to deny his necessity. he's comforting you in his arms, whispering praising phrases about you.

'i was a fool, y/n, please forgive me.'

'promise me you'll never scream at me like that.'

instead of words, but kissed your lips, nodded his head. yuuji will show his love and affection by kisses and hugs, holding you tight to keep you from running away.

'y/n, i love you.'

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ:

you've decided not to leave but stay home, waiting as long as his malice calm down. you were waiting for him in the bedroom, still grieved by the last words. you know megumi wasn't serious - he hates being beaten up by todo or satoru, you also know that he'll be a puppy right after a bath.

he showed up in the room in the home shorts, aimlessly rubbing the back of the neck, breathing out what caught your attention.

'i shouldn't have let the anger gets the best of me, y/n.'

bruises and abrasions are coaxed on his upper body and face as it brings the pain when he sits on the bed. he again rubs the skin, nervous to ask you to heal him.

'i-i would like..'

'i'll heal you, 'gumi.'

he smiles, seeing you tenderly how you treat wounds. he thought you were going to kill him after the acuteness, but here you are, helping your lover.

'i don't deserve you y/n, you always have been so kind to me. i'm sorry for being a moron, my angel, i didn't mean it.'

you took him of guard by a quick, yet lovely kiss on the lips.

'i will make it up to you, i will change.'

ꜰᴜꜱʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ ᴛᴏᴊɪ:

you may think it'll take days or weeks for him to the realization of what did he do. you were a naive one by leaving the gold wedding ring on the table, thought he won't notice.

'i am not a servant or errand girl, i'm his wife!'

perhaps, you thought he won't sniff as you're leaving the house, silly. he has a perfect hearing to hear where you're going and what you left.

'what a jerk i fell in love for, had the misfortune to marry that...'

'to marry that?'

he finished your sentences, turning your body by your arm.

'need a woman to meet your needs, toji? i've had enough.'

his strong arm didn't let you a chance to leave the place you stand, only pulling you by the chin to look into the loving eyes.

'fool, you're my woman, my wife, and the mother of my future children.'

'regret?' he gasped into your lips before kissing them, nibbling lightly on your lower lip.

'i'll do anything to make you forgive me. should i ea-?'

'home, toji, home!'

'by the way, if you ever take the ring off, ohh. doll~'

ꜱᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ ɢᴏᴊᴏᴜ: [i think i was h1gh, no hate on me after]

i heard about the woman that have called her boyfriend about thosand or more times, so.. it's satoru. satoru has been calling you since you've left the house, maybe, you'd pick up the phone if you weren't be fury at your boyfriend.

you were walking in the park where gojo first confessed his love. your first kiss and something more than a kiss. that place you will always remember is the tallest and oldest tree in the park. noticeable and stately. as you came to the tree you heard someone behind you.

'you knew it's my place, y/n!' what? is that a touchy voice?

'whatever i'm leaving.'

'where do ya goinnng~~'

'home.'

'fine, i'm walking home too. take you home?'

'we live in the same house.'

'that's better! wanna watch netflix and chill?'

i'd say you're mad at him, but i'll lie. he's so funny and cute, how can you resist?

'don't act like a clingy, gojo.'

'you began first. ok-ok, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry.'

you had to gag him with a kiss because he would have continued talking nonsense. acting like a child. he lifted you by the waist, kissing you and whispering sweet phrases.

'i love when you're clingy, my baby, i was- i feel so bad due to the work, my angel. soon we'll be going on the mission.'

he lowered you to the ground, kissing you on the tip of your nose.

'let's pick some flowers and make a wreath, shall we?'

'we'll get arrested.'

'you can run, y/n.'

ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ:

you were taking a bath on your own, drowning in the tears - as you've mentioned you're overly clingy and vulnerable and nanami had had known this. he knew you could be sticky when you haven't seen him in a few hours - but does it badly? he knocked twice on the door, waiting for your response.

'darling, mm-' he hesitated as if you'll reject him. 'may i come in?' you only made a quiet mumbling sound, but it was enough for him to enter the bathtub.

he took off his suit, joining you. no matter how much you try, he will see your weeping eyes.

'i shouldn't have yelled at you over a hard day. darling, come to me, tell me how your day went.'

'not before you tell me about yours.'

you sat on his lap, massaging his sturdy, tired shoulders, helping him relax.

'taking a bath like that with you after a day's work is what i like best.'

he kisses your lips as your palms still find themselves on his shoulders. anyway, nanami doesn't want his future wife to cry over him - he'll be the best husband.

ʀʏᴏᴍᴇɴ ꜱᴜᴋᴜɴᴀ:

it has been weeks since you didn't interact with the king: neither you didn't come to his domain nor answer on his questions. when his sudden mouth appeared on yuuji's cheek, asking you to immediately come to his domain, you didn't feel the need to respond sukuna, irritating him.

you were waiting 'till the king will utterly be pissed off by your behavior, taking the possession of the vessel body to finally have a conversation with you.

'y/n, do something! sukuna has been so furious that i can hardly restrain him.'

'the king wants to see the stupid girl?' you crossed arms over the chest, letting out a sigh of relief - finally. 'i'm coming, sukuna.' you touches yuuji's chest to find yourself being instantly on sukuna's lap.

'you've been ignoring me for weeks, woman.'

'i wonder why? because i'm stupid and clingy?'

sukuna pulled the loose strands of hair out of your face carefully, so as not to hurt you with a claw. he cups your cheeks, making you stare directly at him in the eyes.

'i won't say it twice, so hear me out.' he kissed your lips with fondness, which was not characteristic of him. 'i'm sorry, okay?'

from now on, you can show off that the king of curses said sorry to you. be proud of yourself, 'till his eyes are cast dark hue, palms found themselves on your hips.

'i've been alone for days and days, y/n,' you could feel something raising underneath you. 'and why through all bastards you've chosen satoru?'

someone is jealous..

however, i have a feeling that there will be some sort of sequel...

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starlightxsvt · 3 years

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3 dates | epilogue

pairing ➳ badboy!Seungcheol x female!reader

genre ➳ badboy au, romance, some fluff, angst, bad attempt at humour, gets spicy at the end.

word count ➳ 3.5k (total 15.6k)

warnings ➳ cursing, mentions of killing, mentions criminal activities, slight violence(non explicit), smoking, ma man Seungcheol ain't your typical badboy, blackmailing, reader does all sorts of risky things cuz she's a SIMP, blood(nothing explicit), kissing, marking, some breast worshipping, grinding, reader is horny lol. (Please lemme know if I forgot anything.)

a/n : here's the epilogue to 3 dates since tumb1r won't let me post the whole fic in one post :) Enjoy!

Part 1

As time progresses and days turn into weeks and then into months you are not left with the luxury to cry over Seungcheol. Instead you are bombarded with assignments and projects from your uni and you drown yourself completely in work to forget the scathing pain. Katelyn figured out something is wrong with you and even though talking about that man pains you too much, you told her that you are done with him and you won't be seeing him again in this lifetime. Katelyn did not ask any questions after that as you said you needed time to heal, time to forget even though you have serious doubts he'd ever leave your mind.

You have also applied for an internship to keep you even busier so that when you return home you are too tired to let the thoughts of him plague your mind as you drift off to sleep. And just like that, you have developed a routine, work, eat and sleep, trying your best to allow yourself to not think about him.

Despite that sometimes, some very few times, you think of him, wonder how he's doing, wonder if he's safe. You ponder if he thinks of you, if he regrets his decision but you don't have any answer. You simply hope he does.

After another day full of assignments and projects you almost doze off to sleep as soon as you hit your bed until you are intruded by the loud ringing of your phone. Annoyed, you reach for it, wondering who would be calling so late.

The caller ID has your heart doing a backflip, the name you were unable to delete from your heart and your phone flashing on the screen as you instantly sit up in your bed. It's Seungcheol.

Why is he calling so late?

You wait a few seconds, scared to pick up, scared that he might have called accidentally. But before you lose your chance, you inhale deeply and pick the call up. "Hello?" You speak, your voice tentative.The silence from the other end makes your heart fall and your suspicion come true. He called you accidentally and now he will realize it and hang up. You're about to speak again when his voice floats through.

"Hi."

The emotions you feel are overwhelming, undescribable. You're relieved, you're sad, you're excited, you want to cry and scream at the same time. That one word from him has you feeling tingles all over and makes you feel like you just did a hundred laps. Anyhow you manage to speak. "Hey." Your voice almost cracks and tears almost slip past your cheeks. You don't know why you are so emotional. "I just...I just wanted to hear your voice." He sounds so tired...so dejected and your heart breaks. Never in your life did you imagine him to call and say those words to you but instead of feeling happy, a current of melancholy hits you.

Why does he sound so broken?

"Seungcheol? Is...is everything alright?" Your voice is feather like, soft and careful. You hear him sigh loudly and you get your answer. Instead of replying to you, he asks, "How have you been?"

"I'm...fine," you lie. You have been nowhere near fine. He hums noncommittally and you're about to ask him the same question before you realize how dumb it would be. If his voice is any indication he is anything but fine. "____?" He calls your name softly. "Y-yes?" You whisper.

He stays silent, for so long that you think he hung up. "I- I just...can I see you?" He seems to have a hard time gathering his words.

What? You lurch out of bed pushing your covers aside in excitement, trying to prevent a gasp out of your lips. Did you even hear correctly? He wants to see you?

"Wha... what do you mean?" You mumble. You hear him sigh loudly, "I...I am in front of your apartment. Just come down for a minute." You don't need to hear any more words as you are dashing towards your front door in your pajamas, not disconnecting the call. You take the elevator and come out of the building as fast as possible, bumping into things in your way but not giving a care. You feet stops as you stand in front of the entrance to your building, eyes searching wildly for Seungcheol. "Stay there," his voice comes through the phone, just as you spot him standing on the opposite to your building, decently far but not far enough that you can't see.

A horrified gasp leaves your mouth as your eyes finally land on him.

He stands there, bruised, his beautiful face marred with scratches and wounds, his clothes having patches of dirt and if you are seeing correctly his left arm is bleeding as he holds the phone next to his ear with the other.

"Seungcheol-" you're about to rush towards him. "Don't move." He cuts you off, looking you in the eye. Even from afar you don't miss the dark, commanding gaze of him. "Just...just stay there. Just...let me look at you."

No- why is he doing this?

Tears slip down your cheeks, "Seungcheol-" You are interrupted once more, "Please. I- I missed you and...I needed to see you. Just let me hear your voice and look at you like this." His voice almost cracks and you can see the emotion in his eyes.

Your heart breaks.

Why does he keep doing this? Why does he keep pushing you away? Why does he torment himself like this?

You stand there, rooted to the ground, quiet sobs leaving your mouth. He comes here all bruised and wounded and expects you to stay away? How can you when you can clearly see him in pain?

You grip the phone tighter, watching him as he stands there, not moving an inch. His eyes never leaves you as he drinks you in, like this is the last time he's gonna look at you. You can't stand it anymore. Hanging up the phone you run towards him, as fast as your nimble legs can carry you. You can't stay away, you just can't. Not when he looks so hurt and lost and lonely.

Your body smashes against his as you wrap your arms tightly around his torso, your head buried in his chest. He stumbles back from the force and for a while he stays unmoved and you hold your breath, half expecting him to shove you away. But he doesn't. Instead he pulls you firmly against him resting your head on his chest while burying his face in your hair.

The tears come naturally. Loud, ungraceful sobs emerge from you as you cling to him like your life depends on it, your grip on him unyielding. Seungcheol softly pets your hair as your cries fill the silence of the cold night. You pull back just a little to look at his face and you want to once more. There's a cut above his brow and some bruises on his cheek and nose and another cut on his lower lip. But you can't bring yourself to care as you lean above to press your lips against his. You don't dare hold back, kissing him like the world is about to end. Seungcheol reciprocates, tilting your head for better access as his tongue prods into your mouth and you taste the metallic flavour of blood. The kiss is messy, all teeth and tongue, an outpour of the bottled up feelings of the last couple months.

You both take a lungful of air when you pull back and you're about to dive in for more when you realize his arm is injured. "Wha- how did this happen?" You hiccup, wiping away your tears as you gently reach for his bleeding arm. His clothes are torn at the part of the wound and from what you can see, it looks like a knife injury, a thin, slanted cut on his upper arm as if someone slashed him. "It's nothing," he says trying to push your hand away.

"It's not nothing, Seungcheol!" You're yelling before you know it. It's the exasperation, the accumulated frustration over the days that makes you snap.

Seungcheol seems to be shocked at your outburst as he blinks at you, an astonished look on his face. He's kind enough to reply honestly this time. "Got into a fight. I was outnumbered. It's okay, it's nothing serious, I've had worse," his voice is small, almost timid which is definitely unlike him.

Of course he has had worse.

You let out a tired breath. "Come on, you're bleeding. Let me help you." You wrap a hand around his uninjured arm, tugging him towards your apartment.

"No, you don't have to-" he protests but you pin him down with a look. "Please," you speak, your voice low. "I can't let you go like this. Just let me clean your wound." Seungcheol presses his lips into a thin line as if trying to prevent himself from speaking further. When no more words leave his mouth, you drag him into your building in silence.

Entering your unit you help Seungcheol sit down in your small living space as you quickly pad towards the bathroom for the first aid kit. When you return you find him looking around your place with a curious glow in his eyes similar to a child's. As your eyes meet, he sits up straighter and tries to remove his jacket. You aid him in the process, discarding the material on the floor as you take a seat next to him, the first aid kit in your lap.

Thankfully he's wearing a tank top as it gives you easy access to his biceps. You would have stopped to admire and ogle them if he wasn't hurt, which he is and you mentally smack yourself for having such thoughts right now. Seungcheol's eyes does not leave your face as he silently gazes at you and if you didn't know any better you would say he looked at you fondly.

Swallowing, you sanitize your hands before proceeding to clean his wound. Seungcheol tenses beside you, low, pained grunts leaving his lips a few times as you disinfect the cut. But he says nothing, letting you do the work and you don't speak either focused on the task at hand. You then do the same for his face and finish your work by wrapping a bandage around his bicep and sitting back, exhaling a satisfied sigh. Unintentionally your eyes connect to his and you find his scorching gaze on you, those mesmerising eyes almost piercing through your soul. Feeling self aware, you abruptly stand up, coughing to clear your throat. "You should take a shower. I have some extra clothes for my parents when they come over. My dad's clothes should fit you."

"No, it's alright. I should leave." He murmurs. "You're already here. Might as well take a shower. There's no rush," you say sternly, trying to make him agree.

Truth is you want him to stay, at least the night.

Seungcheol sits quietly for a while as if contemplating before surrendering with a sigh. "Okay." "Good. The bathroom's this way," you point towards the attached bath in your room and Seungcheol mutely follows. You offer him a towel and you dad's pajamas, hoping they'd do the job for tonight as he closes the door behind him.

As silence fill the apartment, you quietly return to your bed and sit, anxiously chewing on your lower lip. The digital clock beside your bed reads 2:50 am but your sleep is long gone.

Choi Seungcheol is here. In your house.

Will he spend the night? Or will he be his stubborn self and leave as soon as he is out? And if he does stay, will you see him in morning? Or will he be gone before the sun is up? The thoughts running rampant in your mind gives you a headache as you groan, rubbing your temples. You are sure Seungcheol feels something for you, he has to. Otherwise why would he come to you in the middle of the night? If only he told you his feelings, spilled his heart out to you rather than hiding and pushing you away. He just needs to bare himself to you, tell you what is in his heart. Why can't he do that? Why can't he just give the two of you a chance?

Your thoughts are interrupted as Seungcheol steps out the bathroom, half naked, the pajama pants hanging low on his hips as his muscled body is displayed in all its glory, making your throat dry. He looks at you before quickly looking away as an air awkwardness and tension fills the room. You hold your breath, watching him intently, not moving a single muscle as he tentatively takes a seat at the corner of your bed while wiping his wet hair with the towel hanging around his neck.

You want to tell him to stay the night, the words right on the tip of your tongue but you're terrified that it will just make him walk out here immediately. So instead you watch him with bated breath, waiting for his next move, waiting for him to say something, anything that will put an end to this deafening silence.

Seungcheol takes mercy on you.

"Thank you," he says, voice barely audible. You don't know what he's thanking you for you reply anyway. "Welcome. Though I don't know what you are thanking me for." Seungcheol remains silent for a few beats, his eyes focused on the floor before replying. "For everything. I have a lot to thank you for."

Okay.

You nod mutely, unable to figure out a reply. Another wave of silence settles in the atmosphere like a blanket. You take this time to appreciate his beautiful profile, engraving his features in your mind. The moonlight coming from your window falls on his face partially, illuminating his sculpted lineaments. You get to admire his beauty once more as he sits there but the look on his face tugs at your heartstrings. He looks troubled and in pain, the natural glow of his face somewhat dim. You wonder how the past couple of months have treated him. You wonder how life has been treating him, if he had someone to go to, someone to share his worries with all this time.

"Do you still like me?" His words make your eyes widen as it the last thing you expected to come from him. "You wouldn't be here if I didn't," your words come out harsher than you intended making you regret instantly. Perhaps the pain you have suffered for a while is coming out finally. However, seeing his silence, you reply once more, voice much softer this time, "Of course I still like you, Seungcheol. I have...I have never liked anyone or anything as much as you."

It's an understatement. What you feel for him is love but you would rather keep that to yourself.

"Why?" Seungcheol's voice comes out as a croak as his eyes connect to yours. For the first time, you see so much emotion in them and maybe, maybe even some unshed tears, though you can't be sure because the light is not sufficient right now. Your throat closes up for some reason as your eyes mirror the emotions in his and you desperately try to think, try to give him a reply that he deserves.

"You are very easy to like," you say lamely. Your reply is insufficient but that's all you can manage without starting to bawl like a child. A humourless laugh comes out of Seungcheol and echoes through the otherwise quiet room. "I doubt that," he says, his voice deep. "It's true Seungcheol," you repeat, voice firm.

A mirthless grin settles on his face and you know he isn't buying your words. Swallowing, you carefully, too carefully, scoot towards him and sit down, maintaining a little space between the the two of you. "I don't understand why you hold such negative thoughts about yourself but believe me Seungcheol, it's hard not to fall in love with you."

Your slip-up causes your eyes to widen, face drowning in embarrassment as you realize you just said the L word. Seungcheol, however, does not react to it but turns his head to study your face and the pain and sentiment in his eyes, his passionate gaze on you makes you forget human language. You've never seen nor imagined Seungcheol to be so full of ardor and pain and now that you have, you don't know what to do. You just want to cling to him and cry like a child.

"Can't you see how fucked up I am? What and awful person I am, ____? Someone like me deserves noth-" Unable to hold yourself back you interrupt him by cupping both of his cheeks and pressing your lips to his. You kiss him softly, carefully, trying to gauge his feelings while trying not to push him too hard. Seungcheol stays immobilised, letting you kiss him like that. When you pull back, his eyes are closed and he rests his forehead against yours. "You are just fine, Seungcheol. I like you just the way you are. Don't...beat yourself up like this, hmm?" Your voice is just above a whisper as you tilt his head to meet his eyes. Seungcheol stares quietly at you for a while before suddenly pushing you back and caging you underneath his large body. A squeak of surprise leaves your lips as Seungcheol wastes no time wrapping himself around you while attaching his lips to yours.

This time the kiss is not soft, it is full of passion and vigour and longing as Seungcheol takes the reign. Your lips mold perfectly against each other and Seungcheol does not hold back, kissing you like a starved man; all teeth and tongue. He pulls back for a while, supporting himself on his elbows as you looks at you while you try to catch your breath underneath him. His hand comes to stroke your hair gently, like a lover and your eyes burn at his tenderness.

"Seungcheol-"

"Is there still a place for me in your heart?" He asks, a hopeful note in his voice. His words leave you breathless as you gape at him in suprise, you mouth open slightly. Seungcheol looks at you look longingly as he waits for your answer, which comes easily, without a second thought.

"Of course, Seungcheol. I...I love you."

This time it is his turn to be surprised as his pupils dilate and a soft gasp of surprise escapes from him. Swallowing, you hold his gaze, waiting for his next words but they never come. Instead, the man attacks your lips with renewed fervour while slotting a muscular thigh between your legs. As his toned thigh brushes against your core a wanton moan leaves your mouth and you wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel Seungcheol smirk against your skin while he kisses a path down from jaw towards your neck, taking his sweet time to plant some love bites along the way while you gasp and writhe underneath him. Soon he reaches the valley of your breasts and with skilled fingers he does a quick work of the buttons of your night shirt. His heated gaze remains on your now bare breasts and you can feel your nipples harden in the chill air of the room before he leans down to plant soft kisses all over them. While he does so you continue to grind your core against his leg, desperate for some friction which he is denying you. His assault on your neck and breasts don't stop as he remains focused in marking you, blooming kisses of red and purple on your skin.

"I missed you," His voice comes out as throaty whisper while he keeps his lips attached to your heated skin. "Me too," you choke between moans as his ministrations on your body leaves you aching all over for him.

He pulls back to meet your gaze, "I want you. I... always have and I've been hiding it. But I can't anymore."

"Take me then, Seungcheol," It isn't the most romantic thing to say but that is all your lust clouded brain can manage as you keep grinding yourself against him. You feel his hard on poke your belly and unlike your lover, you really can't wait anymore. You need him now.

Seungcheol keeps looking at you, too busy studying your features rather than doing something about the wetness between your legs and you're about to tell him to do something when he speaks, "I love you, ____. I'm sorry for the hurt I've caused you. Let me make it up to you."

Great. Now you're horny and emotional.

His confession brings tears to your eyes but your neediness is growing so you pull his face down closer to yours and whisper, "You can start doing that by making me cum. And then you can stay. With me. Forever. How about that?" A mischievous grin kisses his face, "I'd love that sweetheart."

You grin in happiness not wasting anymore time as you reconnect your lips with his.

a/n 2: Whew~ a whopping 15k+! I can't believe I wrote something this huge. But it was well worth it! I just hate this damn app like I don't understand?? I've seen ppl post fics with 40k+ words yet tumb1r says I've reached 250 blocks like what?? Anyhow, I really really hope you enjoyed reading this baby cuz I've been working on it for soooo long! If you did please reblog and share as always your feedbacks are highly appreciated so please leave them in the comments or my ask box!

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thelittlewriter · 3 years

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Walk Me Home

Pairing : Sakusa x Reader

The night wasn't happening like you expected. You were at a party, yet you never felt so lonely. You felt like crying, but you couldn't. Not here, not now. You looked at your phone. You couldn't stay there. You didn't have anybody to call. And then, you saw his name.

Kiyoomi Sakusa.

You two weren't that close. Only a few talks here and there, and he was the one giving you the classes you could miss if you were sick. He wasn't very talkative anyway, except when you talked about volleyball. He was one of your classmates at university. He was nice, enough for you to call him.

You immediately regretted it. What if he was sleeping ? What if he didn't to have anything to do with you ?

- Y/N, why are you calling so late ?

He didn't sound pleased.

- I...

You felt your throat tighten. You held back your sobs.

- Y/N ? Are you ok ?

No.

You couldn't say that.

- What's all that noise ? Where are you ?

- I... I need your help.

He hummed.

- I'm sorry, you told him. I'll be fine, don't worry.

You couldn't ask him for help. He was always busy, he probably had practice and was tired.

- No, Y/N. Tell me where you are, I'm coming.

You told him. He hung up, telling you to wait for him. He said he would be soon. How could he ? You were waiting for him outside. It was cold. You couldn't stop crying. Maybe he gave up on you too.

- Y/N ?

You looked up. There was a car right in front of you. Sakusa was driving. You stood up, as he opened the passenger door. You got inside the car and he started driving.

- I didn't know you could drive.

- Yeah... I don't usually drive but...

You hummed.

- I'm sorry, Sakusa. It's late and you probably have things to do.

- Not really. I just got out of the shower when you called me.

- Oh.

He cleared his throat.

- Do you wanna talk about it ?

You shook your head.

- Not really. Can we talk about volleyball ?

He chuckled and answered :

- If you want to, but I'm gonna be the only one having fun here.

This was not true. You loved to hear him talk about volleyball. It all started when you both were walking to a class. You knew he was more on the quiet side, but hearing him talk as much made your heart warm. He sounded like he loved it. You didn't know much about volleyball but after talking to him, you were so interested you went to watch one of his game. He was so cool. You didn't understand half of it, but still, you could see he was very good at it.

- There's a championship happening soon, so we're practicing a lot more.

You knew about the championship. At this point, you could tell you were a fan of his. You didn't miss any game. Though, it wasn't something you had ever told him.

- You're gonna do great, I'm sure about it.

- I hope we're gonna win it.

- You said that last time, and you won.

- How do you know ? he asked, surprised.

He rarely told you whether he won or not. He always said it wasn't what mattered. You supposed it was because he wanted you to understand the game and rules more than just sticking to win and loss.

- I was there, you know ?

- Why ?

- I wanted to see you play. You love volleyball.

You smiled at him. The car stopped.

- You don't have to come, you know... it's not like... you like volleyball or something.

- I like it by association to you. It's nice seeing you play.

He didn't say anything more.

- Anyway, we're here.

It was a quick ride. You were already at your place. You got out of the car. It was still cold outside. And you were still sad.

- Would you like to come in ? you asked, shyly. We could drink tea... or watch a movie, or anything really.

You couldn't be alone. You were scared to be. It was a hard night, and you needed someone to help you through it.

No. You need him to help you through it.

- Sure. Promise me one thing, though.

- Anything.

- Promise me we'll actually sleep a little... I have practice tomorrow.

You nodded. He stopped the car, and got out.

- So, you asked, what do you wanna do ?

He shrugged his shoulders.

- Anything is fine. As long as you're happy.

Hey ! I'm sorry I haven't been able to post in a while... my shifts at work are so tiring I can't do anything at all... but I was listening to Pink's Walk Me Home when I came home and thought it could actually be a fic... Anyways, I hope you liked it and I hope you're having a great, happy and healthy day !!

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ecoamerica · 23 days

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niksfics · 3 years

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↬ WHAT COULD NEVER BE

↬ PAIRINGS: bokuto x f!reader? (Side) atsumu x f!reader

↬ WARNINGS: nothing really. Just some heart wrenching angst, bokuto is careless with your heart I guess

↬ SUMMARY: you fell in love with your bestfriend but your bestfriend has never felt that way about you.

↬ A/N: I totally did not cry while writing this pft

↬ WC: | 1.7K |

My first year at Fukurodani had been lonely to say the least. I had been new to the area wheras everyone else had gone to middle school together, and I'd been the odd one out. The cliques had already formed leaving me to fend for myself.

My second year though I'd seen a flyer for the boys volleyball team needing a new manager. I signed my name against my better judgement and hoped for the best. When I'd shown up to the first practice game after a talk with the coach, I had realized signing that flyer was the best decision I'd ever made.

Bokuto Kotaro a second year -at the time- like myself was just a ball of energy. He was an honest to god enigma. Being around him was just intoxicating, a rollercoaster you never wanted off of. We got along fairly quickly and him and the rest of the boys had made my second year a little less lonely.

In my third year I was always greeted in the halls, by my fellow classmates who'd known me because of Bo. When he'd learned that I was basically friendless in my second year he'd gone around and introduced me to just about everyone he knew. Eyes shining with love and happiness. That was the third time my heart had skipped a beat because of him.

By the time I realized the butterflies in my stomach increased as the months went by in my eventful second year, the more I realized I was falling in love with my best friend. My heart thumping against my rib cage every time he'd look at me. My skin lighting on fire as his skin brushed against mine. My breath catching in my throat whenever he'd look at me a certain way, or whenever he leaned down to whisper something in my ear. He made me feel breathless and I could never get tired of it.

The day I realized my bestfriend, Bokuto Kotaro, just might not be in love with me as well was the day I'd stayed late after practice to put some of the equipment in the storage closet. I'd been proudly wearing his jacket. It swallowing my body because that's just how big he was. He'd rounded the corner into the closet and smiled at me sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

"Y/n, I was wondering," he'd paused and my heart beat against my chest almost as if it was gonna burst right through my skin. The breathless feeling coming back and I felt myself starting to smile until he'd finished his sentence, "well uhm... I was wondering if I could have my jacket back, Koyuki is cold and I don't want her to freeze," my smile dropped in an instant. The way he'd said her name, it was.. well it was different than whenever he said anybody else's name. "Oh yeah sure Bo, lemme just put this stuff down really fast," I'd turned from him nose stinging from the tears welling up in my eyes, and I swallowed the lump forming in my throat down. Suppressing every single emotion in my body.

I'd handed him his stupid jacket back and slammed the door closed as I watched him drape it over her shoulders and she smiled brightly at him.

I should have known then. Known that he was falling head over heels for akaashi's twin sister, because when bokuto falls in love it's not quiet, its loud and powerful and passionate and it'll swallow you up if you let it.

Koyuki akaashi did just that. Let his love consume her like the raging fire it was. They were a beautiful couple. A match made in heaven.

She was beautiful and confident. His personal little cheerleader. She was undoubtedly the most wanted girl at our school. She was perfect for him. I knew that. I felt it, and I tried my damn hardest to be so happy for him. To love him differently. The way he loved me. Platonically. I watched them fall in love.

Watched him kiss her with a passion I only dreamt of feeling from him. They held looks of love whenever they looked at the other. The hardest part though. The hardest part was she was the kindest, sweetest girl you'd ever meet. A heather. No hidden agenda. Nothing like those girlfriends in the cliche best friends to lovers trope books. She welcomed me as a friend and fully supported me as bokutos bestfriend. She was impossible to hate, and how could I hate her when she was the reason my best friend smiled the way he did. The reason his breath caught in his throat just the way mine did.

When we graduated and I'd become a cheerleader for the MSBY Black Jackals, because I'd promise Bo to not leave his side. Promised I'd followed him to the ends of the earth. We were y/n and bokuto. We came in a pair. It was hard. Hard being around him when he'd talk about Koyuki and how he couldn't wait to feel her again and how it was so hard being away from the person you love more than anything, and then he'd say "you know?" With his puppy eyes, and I'd just shrug and agree.

The way I'd wished and hoped that it wouldn't last. That somewhere in bokutos head he'd realize she wasn't the one. That they'd get in a fight too big to cool down from. The more I'd wished that the more I felt guilty. Why would I wanna ruin my bestfriends happiness? Why would I wish that to go away?

So when shoyo hinata asked me on a date, I'd excitedly agreed. Finally I could, maybe, forget about the big himbo I'd fallen for. No. In fact that made it worse. I found myself comparing hinata to bokuto. The way hinata walked, the way hinata talked, the way Hinata's touch didn't make my skin burn up quite like bokutos did. Me and hinata didn't last. It was a disease, and I was dying. Being eaten from the inside out. My very heart collapsing in on it self, and when he'd proposed to her. God, the way I cried. The way I ached. The way my chest clenched and the tears finally fell.

"Y/n, what's wrong?! What did I do?" He asked desperately grabbing my wrist as I'd gasped and tried to turn.

"Nothing Bo, I'm so happy for you!! These are happy tears Ko!"

He smiled big and bright. Bokuto wasn't dense. He was more aware of anyone's feelings than he was of his own. Either he saw the pain in my eyes that night and ignored it, or he saw it and in fear of our friendship crumbling right in our hands that night swallowed down what he'd wanted to say. It was the latter.

The day of the wedding finally came. Here I stood, next to my favorite boy. Waiting at the end of the aisle for a girl who was not me. My bestfriend, the boy.. no man I'm in love with. Tearing up as is his wife to be walked closer towards him.

Tears gathered in my eyes and I forced a smile as they fell down my face. Atsumu tapped my shoulder. I turned and he'd held open his arms. I'd buried myself in the tight embrace of the setter who knew. Who knew the story. Who'd held me as I cried many times. Times just like this one. He kisses the the top of my head and I turn back around catching the eyes of bokuto.

After the ceremony everyone had gathered at a venue for the reception. I walked away from the laughter. The buzz of the party and the cheers as the groom dipped the bride and kissed her.

Unfortunately for me, he'd soon noticed my absence and come to find me. "Y/n" he whispered hand closing over my elbow, and a warm, salty tear rolled down my cheek and stopped at the corner of my lip.

I turned away from the salty water washing over my feet, and my toes dug in the sand. "Don't touch me" I tried my hardest to sound determined, but my voice cracked.

"What was it? What does she have that I don't Ko?" I asked. Desperate. Reaching for anything. Grasping at straws.

That's when I looked at him, and his eyes said it all. He was never very good at hiding his emotions. His eyes always gave him away, and he'd known. He knew the whole time. I knew that now.

Lovely Bokuto Kotaro had known all along.

He was quiet for a minute. "You have everything that she has and more." He said what he felt and bokuto never lied. He hates lies I knew that.

"Then why not me? I know you knew. You knew the minute we were sitting in that boba shop and you looked at me staring at your hands interlocked. I know you realised. Then and there." I pulled my elbow away from his hand.

"I love you y/n, just not in the way I love koyuki," he says it so casually as if he'd just told me he'd left my purse on the counter. Not tenderly. Not carefully.

My eyes closed collecting myself, "don't you think I know that Bokuto? Don't you think I've cried over that every night for years? I know you do, and God it's so fucking hard to be happy, and bite my tongue. To swallow down the word vomit, because I love you so fucking much, kotaro. I've loved you since the middle of our second year, but now you've gotta let me go. Leave me behind." I turned back facing him again.

"Please don't ask that of me, you know I can't do that. That'll kill me sweets-" I stopped him and turned to glare at him, "you can't fucking call me that anymore. That's a pet name for lovers, not for a man who is married to use on his bestfriend."

You could hear someone walking towards you guys, "y/n?" You knew that voice. "I'm here tsumu," you sighed. Moving around bokuto and walking closer to the setter. "Just... just.. enjoy you're honeymoon Bokuto, and please let me move on and heal. Congratulations on your marriage"

You smiled softly at him kissing bokuto on the cheek as you took the hand of the blonde. Atsumu smiled down at you, heart beating faster just like yours did the day you made eye contact with bokuto for the very first time.

#bokuto #akaashi keiji #sad angst #hq angst #haikyuu angst #bokuto angst #miya atsumu #atsumu #hq atsumu #hq bokuto #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #hinata shoyo #shoyo hinata x reader #bokuto kotaro #hq hinata

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dumbass-mha-simp · 3 years

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Elliott x GN!Reader

Your New Playlist

Kinda sad? Ig angst but not actually like, bad angst yk.

1k words

Stardew Valley

Warnings: crying, mentally beating yourself over a crush, self-sacrificing but not in a death kinda way, cussing (I think like one f word), Elliott is a theater kid you can't convince me otherwise,

I wanna do a part two, would anyone be interested? I know how much us Elliott simps want fanfiction. I'm probably gonna start on it anyway lol.

Yes I actually made this playlist smh ikik, you don't have to listen to it ofc but his aesthetic really fits my music taste, at least I feel so. I write my fanfiction as gender neutral as I can but if you ever spot any mistakes I'd love to fix it!!

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Elliott's POV

My feet took me across the path leading to Leah's house. The gentle cotton clouds stretching their wisps across the blue sky, bright enough to blind me as though it were the sun that it surrounds. The gentle new Spring breeze froze my cheeks lightly as my eyes closed to avoid the same chill from the past winter.

Fresh Spring flowers and hidden vegetables encircled her yard as I made my way to knock against the dark wood door that always seemed thunderingly loud.

Leah peaked through the window by her door before I can see her face light up and reach for the door.

"Hey, c'mon in!" She opens the door wider to let me pass through. "How are you doing?"

"If I'm honest, a little troubled." I sigh looking forlornly to the floor.

"Come sit." Leah pulls me to her table and sits in the accompanying seat. "Tell me what you're thinking."

"Leah, what does it feel like to you before you admit you fancy someone?" I look up into her listening eyes before her face changes into slight shock.

"Hmmm." She brings her hand up to her chin as she ponders. "Well, you miss being around them when they're gone. You constantly find ways to connect anything back to them, like `oh they'd love this`, or `I should check up on them.` You care about their opinion more than others and you want to learn about them, even if it's the uninteresting things."

I slide my arms down onto the table, placing my head on top of them. That sounded exactly like what's happening. I had read about it a million times, falling gently in love with a close friend. Perhaps that interest to become friends was always attraction.

"I can't get enough of Y/N." I muffled through my folded arms sighing once again as I turned my head to finally look back up at Leah, the light stinging my eyes.

"Well maybe I could help you with getting more of them?" Leah smirked as she grabbed her phone from her pocket.

I lifted my head slightly panicked. "What are you doing?" I rushed out.

"Relax, I'm not telling Y/N. But they shared something with me. They have a wide music taste yes?"

I had heard some of their music. While they made us lunch, while they partake in their hobbies, when they hum near silently late at night on the beach. I nodded back thinking of how they never seemed to be signing along to a song similar to the others. Unpredictable, and absolutely captivating.

"Well one of their tastes in music is very folk-y and they mentioned how those songs reminded them of you. So they made a playlist of songs that remind themselves of you." Leah said looking down and scrolling through her phone.

They made a playlist about me. They actively want to remember and listen to things that remind themselves of me. I feel I might faint. Was this something that was common among friends? Was this nothing more than an act of kindness? Or something they decided to do on a whim?

"Here give me your phone I'll send it to you." She holds her hand out expectantly.

I quickly go to pull out the hardly used device. I had never had much use for it but if it could bring me any step closer to Y/N I wouldn't hesitate to learn.

Leah downloaded a music app, laughing at how I had no applications. Before leaving it opened on the playlist. "The Lonely, Ocean-Accompanied, Writer." It read. I reread it a couple times to convince myself it was real. A lovely name, but is that how they see me?

"Chill out, Romeo." Leah giggled. "I can practically see you overthinking everything. Just relax and listen to the songs, maybe they'll tell you something."

I wrapped my arms around her neck, hugging her closely before leaving to listen to the playlist.

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As I shut the door behind me I pressed my back against it. I've never felt so scattered before. I looked for the volume button, turning it up before hitting play.

The songs, quiet but emotional. As though you had just lie down on the grass to cry or relieve tension or reminisce. They felt like a memory I had trouble recalling.

The songs seemed to renew me, before I heard one I distinctly remembered hearing before. From high-school theater club, a time in my life that was fond to me. I do remember Y/N telling me they loved musicals, hearing them hum along to Heathers while I wrote.

A song unlike most others on this list.

"When He Sees Me" from Waitress.

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Y/N's POV

"Oh, Yoba. What if when he sees me, I like him and he knows it? What if he opens up a door, And I can't close it?" I belted out the lyrics as loud as I wanted, the tears streaming down my face unwavering.

The good side to owning your own farm is you could scream along to your songs without people to complain. You had been replaying this part of the song for awhile now. He was all you could seem to think about.

Your head was swarmed with thoughts of Elliott. Some where he reciprocated your feelings and others where he shut you out. Every time you built a daydream where he loved you unconditionally you trampled it with the thoughts of his rejection.

You brought your knees up to your chest, resting your head between them as you cried.

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Elliott's POV

We had had conversations about musicals, perhaps that's why they chose this song? Maybe they thought since my school had a play of Waitress that it'd fit. But I know they liked other Waitress songs, why weren't those added? Only this one.

After that song came another, "I Hear A Symphony" one I've never heard. As the song started all I could see was Y/N. I could hear them singing along, their smile, their eyes averting to mine for the thousandth time.

Y/N was my symphony.

The powerful, breathtaking ocean couldn't compare to the awkward farmer that ran across town just to give me their best sweet pea flowers and be the first thing I saw as I left my quaint cabin.

They brought the motivation and inspiration for 8 hour writing sessions, they brought me food when they knew I'd forgotten to eat between writing the book and planning on what to write next.

They were something I could never dream of losing. I wished to live the rest of my life with their support.

If telling them my feelings means I'd lose them, then I couldn't dream of making such a selfish decision.

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Y/N's POV

I trudged my way into town. After last night's crying session my eyes still felt a bit dry, if I'm honest I cried when I woke up as well. The loneliness felt suffocating in such a lonely little house. But I needed some new seeds. The stone path drawing all my attention as I walked.

As I walked into Pierre's it wasn't hard to tell that people could see something was off. After buying my seeds I felt a hand on my shoulder, turning around to find Elliott.

"Y/N are you feeling alright? You look as though you've been distressed lately." You motion to him to follow you and walks out of the store behind you.

You take a deep breath as you start to tear up a bit more. He reaches for your face as he lifts it up, looking at the pooling tears.

So many things, the things you could have said. But they didn't come up. Instead a vision of his face of discomfort at your confession. You couldn't bear it. You couldn't tell him.

"I've just been stressed. I'm sorry for worrying you, Elliott." You sigh, attempting to put up a fake smile as you wipe your eyes. He retracts his hand as he looks guilty. Fuck does he feel like it's his fault?

"Well I'm willing to listen to your troubles if you ever need." He also puts on a strained smile as you both part ways.

"This is for the best." They both whisper as they leave.

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allthemenofmydreams · 3 years

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Breakedown-Mason Mount

I threw my things in the living room. Today had been a horrible day at work. I was feeling very sad, and for once, I needed a hug from my boyfriend more than ever.

"Babe!... Mase!" I yelled, hoping he would come, "Mason!" but when I got quiet and felt the silence in the house, I realized he wasn't home. He was with the national team, it had been over three weeks since we had seen each other, and up to that point, I handled the distance and not being able to see him very well. I had everything under control, except this time.

This time, as soon as I realized Mason wouldn't wrap his strong arms around me, I burst into tears. Right now, I felt needier than ever for my boyfriend. I threw some things away in desperation, trying to make myself feel better because what was worse than having a horrible day at work? Not being able to hug your boyfriend for comfort.

My little frenzy was interrupted by the ringing of my phone. I searched for it in the mess I had created until I found it. It was a call from Mason. I cleared my throat and answered.

"Hey, Mase."

"Hey babe, how's it going?"

"Good, how about you?" I tried to hide my cracked voice.

"Y/N, what happened? are you okay?"

"All good, why?" I lied.

"Because you never answer me with a good every time I ask you about your day, so I'm all ears," I burst into tears again; I couldn't hold it in. "Hey, sweetie, what's wrong? You're worrying me."

"I miss you," I mumbled. "And I need you."

"I miss you too, baby. I'll see you soon, but tell me how your day was"

"It was horrible! I came home expecting you to hug me, but I forgot you weren't home."

"Oh, baby! But I'm here right now, don't worry, everything is going to be okay!"

"I want you here with me right now!" I burst out again. "It's not the same if you're not here hugging me and kissing me. You're not here to spoil me and make me feel better."

"Hey! Y/N!" I didn't answer. I was crying. He switched the call to video call, and I accepted it. "Hey! Listen to me!"

I looked at the screen to see him. "I know it's hard, but in the blink of an eye, we'll be back together, and I'll spoil you every day. But please calm down."

"I can't calm down," I said, throwing the phone away. I sat on the floor in tears. Mason's voice could be heard in the distance coming from the cell phone.

"Y/N, you know I can't go anywhere, and I have to stay here. We talked about this before I left."

"I know" I picked up the phone again, this time calmer. I felt bad. Seeing Mason's frustrated face, "but it's just at home I feel so lonely and the bed so cold without you."

"I know, and I don't know what to do to make you feel better, being apart makes things even harder for me," he said with a worried look on his face "So, please help me help you, is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

"Well, there is one thing you can do."

"I'm all ears."

"Can you stay awake with me until I fall asleep? I mean, can we keep the video call going until someone falls asleep?"

"Of course! I can do that!"

We watched a movie through a Netflix party and kept talking for a couple of hours until I started to feel tired. I could hear his voice in the distance as I fell into a deep sleep.

"Sleep well, my love. No matter how far away we are from each other, I will always be here to watch over your dreams."

#mason mount #mason mount imagine #imagine #football #oneshot #football imagine #mason mount oneshot #mason mount fanfic

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acklesterritory · 3 years

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That Kind of Love Never Dies_Chapter 1

Hey guys, Now that more voted to split my fictions in 2 parts, I'm back with the first part. I hope you like it. Don't forget to leave me feedbacks. I'll always appreciate them. Love you all.

This is for writing event @tvdspngirl314

My quote is "That kind of love never dies"

Dean x Reader series (just 2 parts)

This chapter words: ~5k

Series warning:

Angst, fluf, smut, angry Dean, hurt Reader, hurt Dean, there's some more but I hate spoilers so I insist on "Angst & Hurt"

It all started with a stupid argument at home. What was it? Three months ago? Sam couldn't remember the exact date but after years, it was the first time this awkward coldness between Dean and Y/n had started to build. He could remember the first time he and his brother came across Y/n like it was yesterday, they were hunting a very nasty creature who used to kidnap young and lonely women at night, then got them wrapped in ropes and ties on a bed in a warehouse to rape, torture and feed on their blood until the victim either died or accepted to turn into one of his kind.

Sam could remember the helplessness in people's eyes too. The pain of the victims' families, the frustration and anger on cops' faces when no one could find the criminal yet, even after the sixth missing girl.

"Sammy, he just kidnapped another girl. And I think I know where he's gonna take her. Let's hunt this son of a bitch."

When Dean was saying that, Sam never expected him to fall in love with the woman they would save that night. Well, unfortunately they weren't fast enough to prevent any harm to the girl. When they arrived and Dean killed the nasty creature, Y/n was almost dead. The monster had already raped her, tortured her … and when he felt the hunters enter the place, he drank almost all of her blood, to gain more energy to fight. So as always, Dean was up to blaming himself. Of course only in his own eyes, not anyone else's.

"Call Cas to come home. Tell him it's an emergency."

Dean told his brother when he finally could get Y/n out of those ropes. And Sam knew he was right. At that point, no one could save Y/n unless God or his angels. Maybe she was not so lucky coming across a nasty supernatural creature like that but she was lucky enough that Cas arrived just on time and healed her. However, angels can only heal physical wounds. But Y/n was hurt much more than that. She couldn't just move on from the things that the bastard had put her through. Even after Cas tricked her brain to forget some certain things, she still had bad nightmares and had this dark shade of hopelessness in her eyes. Soon, she started to eat and talk less and less. And Dean just couldn't let her go. He really wanted to fix all of that for her but she kept shutting him out… until the depression hit her. It was so bad that Cas felt the need to tell them to prepare themselves for her death. Because after all those days and unlike everything else in their lives, The Winchesters were already used to her presence around them; like the way a lonely person can get used to a wounded cat more and faster than anyone else.

"I'm not gonna hunt until I'm sure she can live her normal life." When Dean stated that, Sam really thought he was joking. But after a few days he started to believe it. Dean truly would do anything to keep her alive. From cooking vegetables to laughing at his own dad jokes in front of Y/n to make her smile. That was when Sam started to feel that they can be more than a random hunter/rescued victim relationship! It felt like his brother had finally found his motivation in life: "Saving Y/n."

Gradually Y/n started to respond to this special attention from Dean with trust and smiles. Soon they became a power couple that could motivate each other so easily that sometimes Charlie would call them out. And honestly Sam had no problem with it. In fact Y/n had become his other sister.

"My God, Dean! You're burning up!" It was two day after a werewolf hunt in which Dean had got hurt. At first it was just some scratches on his arms and chest. Yet as the time passed, more symptoms started to appear: headache, pain, fever, cold sweat, even nose bleeding and before they could figure it out, Dean fell unconscious. Apparently the claws of the werewolf were poisonous. However Sam wasn't sure. The only thing he got no doubts about was the fact that it was already too late. Dean couldn't make it to the hospital. So either Sam had to do anything possible to save him or Cas should've picked up his God damn phone.

"No. no, no, no, no. Dean … Dean!!!"

That was when Sam got to hear Y/n's helpless cry and see her true feelings. She was already in love with his brother.

Luckily, unlike typical love stories; no one died that night. Sam's antidote worked. And Dean opened his eyes an hour later.

"Sammy … Y/n?" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Y/n grabbed his face and put her thirsty lips on her beloved hunter's, letting the tears stream down on her face… and then his.

"Never do that again." She begged, breaking the kiss, her trembling hands holding Dean's face so she could look into his eyes.

Sam couldn't stop his smile remembering how cute they were. Y/n literally had Dean wrapped around her little finger, to the point he accepted to teach her how to hunt and soon she was part of their team too. Until … a few months ago. After two years of them being constantly close to each other, Sam could tell something was off when Dean started to go out without eating breakfast with Y/n. Of course she got suspicious after the third time and that was when their endless arguments started.

"Why don't you just tell me what's wrong?"

"Because nothing is wrong, Y/n."

Actually there was. Something was VERY wrong. Anyone could tell that just by the change in Dean's eyes whenever he wanted to look at Y/n. Day by day he was getting more quiet and cold. Now they didn't even eat pie together or watch movies late at night. And Sam couldn't ignore his brother being grumpy or drunk on hunts, not anymore.

"Ok man, I've had enough. You either tell me what's wrong with you or next time I won't make any excuses so you can leave Y/n out of our hunt plans. I'm serious, Dean, I'll tell her the truth." He finally said, when they were alone in the impala, on their way to do their next hunt.

"She wants more."

"More?"

"Yeah. Sometimes it's like she sees more in me. She thinks we can have a different life. There's no need for any saying, I can see it in her eyes whenever we accidentally come across some family at a diner that try to feed their kids or people's wedding photos whenever we go to talk with some witnesses or whoever during the research! Sometimes she even looks up wedding dresses or kid stuff on the net!" Dean blew his anger out of his nostrils and sighed, shaking his head.

"Wow." Sam couldn't find the proper word to say but he couldn't hide his surprised face either.

"What?" Dean gave him an annoyed look.

"I mean …" Sam chuckled. "… are you telling me you're actually angry with her for imagining the things you always dream about?!"

"Sam …"

"No, really. I'm just curious. What's wrong with you, man?" Sam asked genuinely, waiting for an answer.

"What's wrong with me?! You think something is wrong with me just because I'm the rational one in this relationship; who's actually able to see the difference between a dream and the reality?"

Yeah, anyone could take that earnest speech, but not Sam. He'd seen and knew enough about his brother.

"What's the reality? Aren't you and Y/N living that dream life already?"

"What?! No. No … that's not the same." Dean shook his head.

"Really? How is it not? It's been two years, Dean. You two are constantly with and/or around each other. Always worried when the other one is in trouble and still looking at one another like there is nothing in the world that can make you happy as much as this relationship. So … excuse me if I won't buy your pretty speech; man ." Sam said, Rolling his eyes.

"Ok, let's say you're right but ... is it gonna be like that forever? With all the supernatural crap that we have to take care of … and the constant danger and chaos in this hunter life we have… I …"

"You what?" Sam asked when Dean didn't finish his sentence. He was lost in his thoughts, staring at this unknown point in the depth of the road. Finally he blew out his despair.

"I just can't let her fall for the things I know I can't provide for her. It's not fair, Sammy. It's not fair to lock her up in this dark life with me just because she loves me … especially while I know there is a whole bright future out there waiting for her."

"Here we go, the old Dean's self-doubt" Sam thought to himself as he took a deep breath before finding the best words to wake his brother up from this nightmare

"Yeah, I know but I don't think it's your call. If Y/n wants to go to hell with you instead of living in heaven with someone else, it's her choice. Not your responsibility. Right?"

Dean shook his head while his lips curved up a little to fake a smile but he never answered or said anything about that conversation ever again. He kept his silence for like three weeks … until someone new showed up: "Gary Smith". A tall man with the most stylish haircut and the most perfect teeth and smile.

They saw him for the first time at their hangout bar, as the new bartender who almost jumped in Y/n's way as soon as they entered the bar.

"Oh my God, bunny! Is this really you?" He said, pulling her in his embrace. Like she was the long time missing piece of his beloved puzzle!

"Bonny? You're wrong. Her name is Y/n." Dean said, pretty annoyed by the way Gary tightened his arms around Y/n's little shoulders, making him chuckle.

"No, uh … it's just a nickname." Y/n said as soon as the guy let her go.

"Yeah, actually the most fitting nickname that I could think of. I mean … you have to agree. She got the most cute little ears in the world." The guy explained, chuckling and pulling on her little star earring. Well, if Sam wanted to be honest, he had to agree with him. He never paid any attention to it before but now that Gary mentioned it, he could tell Y/n's ears were truly small.

"I see … So … I guess this means you were close friends?" Dean said, already hating the way Y/n e's blushed with hearing her old nickname.

"Uh … well, no. Actually more than that." The guy grinned, ruffling his own hair while he was awkwardly laughing and looking at Y/n. Just like a proud embarrassed teen!

"We used to date." Y/n said.

*oh* Sam tried his best not to let that stupid grin sit on his lips but Dean's frown and his sudden heavy silence didn't let him do so.

"Yeah. We are kinda each other's first. Like … you know? prom date." The man added, giving Y/n a wink while Dean's gaze was still locked on his large arm around her shoulders.

"Yeah. It's been years, Gary."

"I know. But believe me, bunny. you still look the same." He said, bending to put a kiss on her right cheek.

Dean would kill him. Sam just knew that. Because his brother's eyes were already burning with jealousy.

"By the way, don't you wanna tell me who these gentlemen are ?" The guy asked Y/n, giving her his softest smile.

"Of course. This is Sam and this is Dean. My colleagues who are my friends now. I live in their place."

After they met, everything got even more complicated. Y/n, the girl who was still trying to get old-happy-days Dean back suddenly stopped whatever she used to do. No more complains, no waiting at nights to see Dean before going to bed, no more effort to get involved in hunts, no nothing. And despite what Dean had claimed before, it was making Dean even more frustrated. Day to day he and Y/n were getting colder towards each other and there was nothing he could do to fix it. That was what made him even more furious. Sam already knew all of that and he still had to live with both of those grumpy faces. So last night when they began to fight, he could see this was coming: Y/n left the bunker after Dean let some hurtful things out of his mouth, just because he didn't know how to deal with all the heartache anymore. He now was convinced that Y/n didn't love him anymore. Yet the next day after drinking whatever strong drink they had, he begged Sam to come with him. Apparently Jodie texted Dean about Y/n being in her place for that night. Just to make sure that her crazy step son won't sell his soul over a tracking spell! So Dean almost begged his brother to be there with him, cause Dean believed that as much as Y/n didn't care about him, she still respected Sam and cared about him. Like a little sister and her elder brother.

So here they were, In Jodie's living room, in front of her and Y/n.

"Considering your sleepy eyes, I think we caught you at bed time, huh?" Sam asked, checking Y/n's obvious eye bags.

"Who says that? I'm totally good, Sam."

She said with a small smile, looking much more in control and stronger than before. So Sam knew it was a lie. Y/n Just had made her peace with what had happened last night. The realization۹ kicked Dean in the gut. Y/n always used to be stronger and bolder when she got hurt.

"I'm gonna make some coffee for us. Why don't you guys take a seat till I come back?"

Jodie interrupted, to ease the heavy and sharp silence that suddenly had fallen over all of them.

Y/n gave her a smile.

"Of course."

It was so fake. Her smile didn't even curl her lips completely. She was still badly hurting.

Sam swore in his head when he looked over his brother who sank silently into the nearest seat at the end of the table like a broken shell that he was too . One of Dean's hands was in the pocket of his jacket, the other formed a fist on the table. Sam was sure Dean knew it too. He knew everything was almost past saving. "Almost". Sam tried to stick to their small chance.

"So …" He cleared his voice before he put some (semi fake) hope into his words."You're … you're gonna come back home today or did Alex and Claire made you promise them otherwise?" He laughed and tried to make it funny but the truth was he asked this for Dean's sake, knowing he already was struggling to find the words … to let Y/n know how much he wanted her back … to ask her to come back.

"To be honest … I don't think I can live in the bunker anymore." Y/n said and as Dean's head snapped up to look at her in horror, she raised her hand to stop his (likely) protests.

"I applied for a job 3 weeks ago and to my surprise they called me this morning to tell me I'd actually got it."

*What?*

No one had to ask it. The question was already hung in the air. She snored mockingly in her nose. "Perfect timing, right?"

She moved her gaze from her interlocked fingers on the table to Dean's eyes.

He didn't answer, he didn't move but he got tense. Still staring back at Y/n.

"Why didn't you tell us?" Sam asked, once again saving Dean from asking the question he was itching to ask with some other words that for sure couldn't be nice.

"I wanted to but I didn't think I could actually get it and even if I did, I never figured out how to tell you. Besides, I never considered the "move out" option before..." She looked at Sam for a second before she turned her gaze on Dean. "... But I actually appreciate that you bring it up. I think now I can take the advice. I'm gonna move on."

Sam's heart dropped in his stomach when he heard those words. Because he knew what this meant. It felt something like having to watch Dean get stabbed in the heart.

"Is this … because of that Bartender?" Dean asked, staring deadly at Y/n with his bloodshot eyes. He was already chewing on his bottom lip. And Sam knew a heavy storm was on its way to hit them.

"I don't want to answer that question."

*shit*

"Why? Because you can't just simply say no?" Dean scolded and Sam could see how it pushed on Y/n boundaries.

"No. Because it's not your fucking business and it's not Gary's business either. But at least he knows his limits."

*well, fuck*

"By "limits" you mean when he drools on you just because for God knows whatever the reason, you started to wear leather jackets when we go there?"

"WHAT?!"

*Oh, fuck* Sam thought to himself, watching Y/n rise from her seat.

"You think … you really think that I …" she laughed nervously and Sam could tell she would punch Dean in the face if she wasn't a sweet, super nice person.

"How you can even …"

"I can even what, Y/n? Are we now going to pretend like I'm a blind man who can't see how you got attracted to your ex again? Did you really think I couldn't see how your hands were shaking when his filthy face lighted up by seeing you for the first time after all these years?"

Sam wanted to interrupt him or at least leave the room but everything was happening so fast.

"So what? Why and since when you care about my private life?"

"Since you stopped drinking bunker's beers just because you rather drink those crappy poisonous cocktails he makes at the bar!"

Dean was on his feet now as well. And despite his will, Sam couldn't stop his smile. He never saw his brother this jealous before. It was fun.

"Poisonous? … You … of all people, you are the one who says this? cause as much as I know, you're the one who puts dormitives in my guest's food so the poor guy gets tired and can't spend his time with me!"

"Yeah, because your poor guy is not welcomed in MY PLACE!" Dean yelled, punching the table with so much power that made everyone almost jump out of their skins.

"Dean!" Finally Sam interrupted but as soon as he stood up, someone rang the doorbell and Sam could hear Jodie welcoming someone inside.

"Guys … I know it's not my place to interfere but you two really need to sort things out somewhere private … of course that's when both of you can be much calmer than this."

"No, we have nothing to say or to talk about, anymore. Your brother was clear enough when he said he wants me to move out, so I'll move out. And that's it."

Y/n declared, looking at Sam to resist any eye contact with Dean, probably to make him even more crazy.

"And that's it? You wanna ignore that part where you were too eager and ready to accept that suggestion and leave the bunker instantly like your pants were on fire?!"

Dean retorted while Y/n was shaking her head like she couldn't believe him.

"Whose pants are on fire?" Jodie interrupted as soon as she re-entered the room with the coffees she'd made, this time a man was with her. Y/n's guy. The famous bartender.

*Oh, No!*

Sam sighed, closing his eyes for a second so the guy couldn't read his face.

"Obviously not mine." Dean hissed through his teeth, looking first at the guy and then at Y/n with such a disappointment and rage that no one could ignore.

"Hey, what's wrong?" The guy asked, choosing the worst spot to stand on: right next to Y/n.

"My typical life I guess. Nothing's new." She mumbled in reply to him but her eyes were still on Dean.

"No, nothing is wrong with your life, Y/n. It's about your choices. That's what's wrong with you. As always." Dean said bitterly. As sharp as a knife, as cold as ice. Sam could see how it drained color from Y/n's face.

"You better watch your mouth, buddy." The Gary guy warned Dean and Sam could tell that if it wasn't for the sudden thud sound that stole everyone's attention, Dean would throw a fight right there. But …

"Y/n!" Jodie almost screamed. Y/n was laying on the floor, seemingly unconscious.

"Oh, God." Sam said as Jodie rushed to her.

"Y/n? … Y/n can you hear me?"

As she sat next to her, Gary's fingers already were on Y/n's carotid pulse point. So Sam couldn't stop himself from looking up at his brother, who was still standing where he was. In shock.

"Oh, shit!" Gary's worried voice made Sam check Y/n's pale face again but Jodie was the one to dare ask the question which was on everyone's minds.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Her pulse ... too faint." He said before turning to Dean: "Is she bleeding?"

"Bleeding?" Dean blinked and mumbled in confusion.

If it was up to Sam, he'd ask *What bleeding?* & *Why are you asking this from my brother?*

"Oh my. You still don't know. Do you?" Gary sneered.

"Know what? What's happening?" Jodie was freaking out now and Sam actually felt the same. He didn't like the way this stranger pretended like he knew her better than them. However what happened next was much more unexpected. And … rude!

To everyone's surprise, the guy reached out to Y/n's jeans and drew his hand between her legs but before anyone could react, he spread her legs open so it could be possible for everyone to see that big red stain there. Then he raised his hand. It was all wet and red in blood!

"She's having a miscarriage." He revealed.

Sam's gaze instantly caught Dean's ... Burning. Dean was burning inside with his heavy silence.

"Don't you worry. It's not mine." Gary added more fuel to that hell with such a mocking tone, staring right back at Dean's eyes.

Now Sam could feel it. The storm was there: rising in his brother's roar!

Before Sam could've moved any muscles, Gary was already pinned to the wall, Dean's hands on his now-ripped-out collar.

"Dean, no!" Sam jumped in, trying to catch his brother's arm before his fist make any contact with the guy's nose but all he could do was changing the direction of the punch which landed on Gary's shoulder, making a painful cracking sound.

"I said no … Dean, stop it." Sam had to literally cage Dean in his arms so the furious man couldn't tear Gary apart.

"Get off me, Sam. This son of a bitch has to learn his place."

"Enough!" As Dean just broke himself free, Jodie's scream stopped everyone in their tracks.

"It's enough!" Jodie warned all three men, pointing at them one by one.

"You want to fight? Not here. Not in my house!"

"But ..."

As soon as Dean opened his mouth to protest, Jodie cut him:

"And you … you should know Y/n is pregnant with your twins. So … you'll be a responsible man who will try his best to save them or you can get the hell out of here and never come back!"

"What?" Sam was too shocked to suppress his reaction while Dean couldn't even find any words to say. His confused look darted between Jodie's face and Y/n's figure while his parted lips kept moving without making any noise, just like a dying fish on the shore!

"I promised her not to tell anyone but it was a promise under normal conditions, not this." Jodie sighed, struggling to keep her emotions under control. Sam saw the worry in her frown. Like a real mother, worried for her children. However it was nothing in comparison to his brother's blank eyes and pale face.

"Dean, It's ok. We just need to take her to hospital. … it's ok, man. I promise."

He had to grab Dean by his jacket, as his brother was struggling to process all of these in his head.

"Come on, man. We got no time. Do I need to do this alone or you'll …"

"Get the car, Sammy."

It was just a simple sentence. Yet it had enough power to make Sam's heart sank. Since Dean had put the car keys in his hand saying that, Sam couldn't stop thinking about that tone. Dean never had called Baby a "car" In years. And Sam had never heard that crack in his voice since their Dad's death.

"You ok?" He finally let himself ask, two hours after they arrived at the hospital.

"I want to be." Dean closed his eyes and put his head against the cold wall, letting the dim light to darken the shadows under his eyes.

"I'm sure she'll be good. She's strong, Dean. You know that."

He smiled and Sam looked away not to watch him. He knew that smile. Dean used to give him that, whenever everything was gone so wrong that Dean couldn't promise him anything good. Like when both of them were still kids. Hungry, cold and all alone in a rusty motel room where John had left them on their own for a one day long hunt but then a heavy snow had crashed the roads and kept them apart for half a week. So Dean had to wash the dishes and do the laundry in the motel to rent the room for another day and provide some snacks so they wouldn't starve to death. But after three days, the hotel managers didn't want them to be around. And Sam could vividly remember that smile on his brother's face when he asked: *Where should we go then?*

"You were always such a father material. You know?"

Sam admitted with a broken smile on his face.

"You were always responsible, kind and caring with me as a kid. And I can't imagine anyone who deserves to be a father more than you."

Dean took a deep breath and opened his eyes without looking at him: "But I don't want ... I really can't, Sammy."

All, it certainly wasn't the response Sam had expected. He used to believe that Dean would never turn down any chance to start a family with Y/n. Especially after everything in the world was back to normal.

"Are you kidding me? You always wanted this."

"No …" Dean finally turned his gaze to meet his brother's confused eyes. "No, Sammy. Not like this. I don't want to raise another kid without his mom. I'm not that strong anymore."

Dang. Once again Sam's heart dropped in his stomach. Dean was really helpless.

"Mr. Winchester?"

Dean was on his feet as Sam just realized the doctor's presence.

"It's me."

Sam prayed for any good news as doctor took a glance of Dean and fixed his glasses on his face …

"To be continued …"

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