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kleem-o · 10 months

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Choose me her: Gojo x reader

part 2

a/n: since y'all really like the first one i'll give it to u guys since i love y'all. warning! theres smut here. here's part 1

"I-I can't, I fucking lover her"

Gojo hunches over as he vomits on a nearby bush in the park. "You're pathetic" Nanami sighs frustrated, as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Come on man, you can't keep being like this." Geto says as he pats Gojo's back. It has been weeks since you and Gojo fought, and Gojo did not hear a single word from you. You blocked him on all social media accounts, even Facebook. So what did he do? He drank and drank. He would often call up the boys to go get a drink at a pub, and the few first times Nanami and Geto were okay with it, they were comforting their friend after all, but after the 10nth time, it became ridiculous. "I-ugh I gotta call her." Gojo was a mess. He was loudly crying like a little kid, longing for you. He took out his phone, and upon turning it on it was already at your contact. "Man-tsk! come on stop it!" Geto took the phone away from Gojo, hoping to stop whatever mess he'll make that would make matters worse. He took a glance at Gojo's phone and the sight was..

Wed, June 14 at 9:13 PM Hi baby I'm very very sorry. Please believe me I really didn't mean what I said Y/N. Can you please come home? Can we please talk? I'm sorry baby I really am. I love you.

Wed, June 14 at 10:02 PM Y/N?

Wed, June 14 at 10:25 PM Y/N baby its getting real late now. Where are you? I'll come pick you up. Please answer baby its not safe out. I love you.

Wed, June 14 10:46 PM Y/N please pick up the phone, where are you?? Are you okay?? Please answer babe

Wed, June 15 1:09 AM Hii baby I heard from Shoko you were at your parents' house. Lets talk soon okay? Goodnight. Sweetdreams. I love you.

Before Geto could read more of the endless messages of 'I love yous' and 'I'm sorry' and 'Come home', Gojo snatched his phone back and immediately called you. Of course only for it to be added to the countless missed calls he made. This made the man cry harder as his two friends helplessly watched. "Why don't you just go to her house then?" Nanami pointedly asked. "Obviously I already thought of that! I did and when I went there she wasn't there anymore, so I went to her apartment, but I think she told the landlady not to let me in the building.." Gojo kept his head down, too ashamed at everything that happened. All of this was his fault after all. If he listened to you none of this would have happened. "Okay, look. Drinking to kill your liver isn't helping anyone, you don't even like alcohol! Go talk to her. Stay in front of her building or something! We'll try our best to help you-" "We??" "-yes, WE will help you" Geto looked at Nanami with a furrowed brow, there was no way he was letting Nanami escape. "But for now, lets just go home. You're too wasted to talk to anyone anyway." Nanami says. The two drove Gojo home.

Gojo's apartment was silent, too silent. He misses the way you would greet him when he got home, the way you would kiss him. He misses hugging you from behind as you cook, and he misses how you would bite his arm as he does the dishes. He misses all the silly things, all the things that reminded him of you. As he got to his bed he knew that a killer headache would welcome him in the morning, and you weren't there to cuddle it all away. He thinks of you as he lies down on the cold big, was the bed always this big, bed. He hugs the pillow that you always used, and closed his eyes wishing it was you.

Gojo woke up to the smell of bacons. He blinked then quickly ran to the kitchen "Y/N?!" He was shocked to see not you, but his best friend? What was she doing here? "Oh! You're awake, here I made us breakfast." She says as she sets the bacon down on the table. "Umm.. What are you doing here?" Gojo remained standing away from her as she says "Well I heard that you got crazy wasted last night, so I came here! Not even a thank you??" She giggles but Gojo remained serious as he rubs the back of his neck "Look, Y/N and I got in a fight and- I think we should establish some boundaries." The girl looked at him shocked, like she was offended "Satoru I am your best friend. Who cares what that bitch thinks?? You guys are bound to break up anyway, besides" She went closer to Gojo and hugged his arm "you got me anyway" Gojo's blood ran cold. He was beyond disgusted not just by what she was saying, but by the fact that he never knew how she felt and that you were right. Gojo immediately threw her arm off in anger. He couldn't believe this. He felt betrayed. And oh how he wishes he could turn back time, he really fucked up this time. "What the fuck?? First of all fuck you for calling my girlfriend a bitch. Who the fuck do you think you are?? You think you're special?? Well you're not. Don't even think to compare yourself with Y/N. I don't fucking like you and I don't want to ever see you again" The girl ran out of his apartment crying in embarrassment. Gojo had to talk to you.

He drove fast to your apartment. And as if luck was on his side today, he saw you just about to enter the building. He quickly ran to you, catching your wrist gently. "Wait! Y/N." You looked at him as he tried to catch his breath. "Please, can we talk?"

You led him to your apartment, and as soon as the door closed, he hugged you tightly from behind "Please Y/N- I'm so sorry for everything that happened. It was entirely my fault and you were right, I was being an asshole for not listening to you. I'm sorry I made you feel that way, there's no excuse for what I did. But I promise I'll change, I- I'll never make the same mistakes again! I know this might be a lot but I hope you can give me another chance-" You burst out giggling "Satoru! Wait I- haha! stop! I'm ticklish!!" Gojo was so confused as to why you were laughing but then he realized he was subconsciously rubbing your sides, something that was so natural to the both of you "Oh! I'm sorry baby."

You and Gojo had a long serious talk that day, about how you felt, how sorry he was, and how he'll change for the better. It was a day full of crying, and to your surprise Gojo was crying even more than you, that you had to wipe his tears while he rests his head on your chest like a little puppy. Gojo made it a point for you to tell him everything, all the frustrations you had, and things you wished were better. You both established that communication is key.

"Are we okay now baby?"

"Hmmm.. I don't know... I think you're missing something though.."

"Okay just tell me babe, hm?"

"I didn't get any kisses"

The moment you said that Gojo's heart felt very warm, he felt home. He immediately tackled you on the couch with kisses on your cheek, neck, and lips. Your apartment was now filled with giggles, chuckles, and relief. You both had pizza delivered to your apartment, and after eating dinner you both are cuddled in your bed, him spooning you, arms wrapped around your waist, while you and him watch random tiktok videos on your phone. It was comforting. A few giggles here and there. Your back was against his chest and you shifted a bit to get more comfortable, unbeknownst to you, you rubbed your ass snug against his length.

Gojo noticed this, and now he was super aware of his surroundings. You smelled so good, just freshly out of the shower, you were so soft his hands began rubbing at your sides, up and down getting dangerously low to your ass, and high to your breast. He was getting hard, and subconsciously humping our ass. "I can feel you, you know" Gojo was taken aback, maybe this was too soon after your fight. "Oh sorry I-" He was cut off by your lips on his. He licked your bottom lip, asking for access in which you opened your mouth and deepened the kiss. His tongue caressed yours, as spit began dripping on both of your chins. The make out was getting too heated, and although he was a bit embarrassed by being hard rock just by a kiss, he got on top of you as he started to dry hump you. You felt him smirk in the kiss as he felt your pussy getting wet. He pulled away from the kiss, a line of saliva connecting the both of you "My pretty baby getting so wet for me, so good for me" He removed your top and circled your nipple with his tongue before sucking it gently, rolling it in between his lips. You were mewling and Gojo felt your hips grinding, your pussy hungry for relief. He removed your shorts as he sucked on your nipple, and traced your slit with his fingers, teasing you "Fuck you're so wet baby, such a good slut for me, yeah?" You were now moaning, wanting more of his touch "Ye-Yes please baby I want-I need it please. I missed you."

"I missed you too" Gojo rubbed fast circles on your clit, making your back arch and mouth turn into an "o", Gojo swore you looked like a goddess. He went down on you getting a good look at your pussy, how wet- how delicious it was. He licked up and down your slit, making you squirm so much that he had to hold your legs around his head. He licked your throbbing clit before taking it in and sucking and gently nibbling on it, making you scream in pleasure "Ah-! B-baby, right there-fuck! Feels so good baby!" Gojo kept licking and sucking your clit as his finger entered you. You let out a gasp as you moan when he rubbed your sweet spot, adding another finger in to give you more pleasure. "Baby-'Toru wait! I-I'm close! ah- nng! I'm cumming I'm cumming I'm cummin-!" You arched your back as you spasmed, your orgasm bringing you to heaven as you grind, fucking yourself on his tongue. Gojo felt like cumming seeing you like that, he could tell that his boxer was stained with his precum. He hurriedly removed his clothes, wanting to enter you now. His big cock hit his tummy as he removed his pants, head red and twitching dripping with precum. You spread your legs wider for him, arms reaching out as you say "Daddy please fuck me."

Gojo lost control and had only one thought, he wanted to cum in you. You both gasp as he pushed his cock in your pussy, walls hugging his cock tightly. He thrusted, hips bucking wildly as you moan out in pleasure, eyes rolling at the back of your head while your tongue lolled out your mouth. Gojo felt his cock twitching at the sight of your fucked out face, though he wasn't any better. His eyes were also rolling at the back of his head at the feeling of your wet tight hole. The bed was creaking and hitting the wall with how fast his pace was, but neither of you care. All you and Gojo could think about was each other in this moment. He kissed and sucked on your neck as you grip on his hair, legs locking on his hips. The lewd wet sound of skin slapping made you both feel very hot. "A-aah! D-daddy I'm I- ahh-! Baby p-please" "I know baby I-fuck-I know baby. Cum for me, cum for daddy, yeah?" He slipped his hands between the two of you and began to rub your clit fast. This pushed you over the edge and you came hard. Walls tightening and throbbing, Gojo was close to cumming too as he felt his balls rise. " I'm cumming baby- Fuck! I'm cumming-take it- take it all!" He raised your legs close to your chest, bending you as his cock hardened even more and twitched, letting out ropes of cum in your pussy. Gojo groaned as he came, eyes rolled to the back of his head while he let out breathy moans. He lay on top of you as he finished, both of you trying to catch your breath. He kissed you on the lips as you played with his hair. You both knew you had to clean up, you were both covered in sweat and slick, and so was the bed sheets. But you were both too tired to move, you guys had tomorrow after all right? With this comforting thought you both drift off to sleep, with Gojo's arms wrapped around your waist as he nuzzles your neck, and your hand resting on his hand while the other on his back.

You both slept peacefully, feeling content, complete.

a/n: hope y'all enjoyed i wasn't really planning on doing this but i had fun lol

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sora-of-uranus · 2 months

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The removal of the sexism pisses me off not because it just affects Sokkas character but because it has ruined almost every woman in the show.

Suki takes off her make up often, as if it isn't a large part of her cultural identity and personality, as if her being a kyoshi warior and her destinctly femenine clothes are something to be ashamed off or that hinders her. Because its only her that gets this treat amongst the warriors, and shes the only main kyoshi warrior for the audience.

Yue's entire character is removed. It is replaced with what I think is meant to be a sympathetic princess to the people, she joins the nans in the kitchens and make deserts for the children. Like a disney princess whose quirky and silly and held back only by her title of a princess. Gone is the battle between her desire to help and her duty to be a water tribe ideal woman. Gone is her realising that the best way to help her people is to not be an ideal woman, but to take action and to do what no one else can, to become one with the moon so that she can forever help not just her tribe but the entire world. It is depressing, it is deep, it isn't fair to her but when has the world ever been fair?

Katara aswell. Her bending is forever unlocked by men (Aang and Jet), her defiance of authority is lessened and her naievety is also changed. A lot of her motherhood role is also completlty gone since they have changed Sokkas sexism into elder brother smothering. Her fight with Paku holds a lot less significance since she has no RAGE behind her. No rage that has built for YEARS as time and time again people have said no to her face for being a woman, for being weak, for not being enough simply because of who she is. that doesn't exist for her anymore because the water tribes are just...nice. We see one bad person in the water tribe and its Hadoka and he's mean to sokka! Kataras rage comes from Paku saying no to her, and whilst thats swell, it changes her entire "I'm a master now" moment into just...lame girlbossery. Thats kinda how the entire last 2 episodes felt like for her character. A common girlboss character without the emotional depth to make it femenism.

I think my main issue is that both shows set themselves up as being femenist by nature. The og show wanted to tackle issues with sexism, using book 1 as its main demonstration with it, but the theme still follows throughout the narative. netflix's show outright said they were removing the sexist elements. When you place youself onto that pedastal, any sexist writing you have becomes emphasised.

The og show undoubtably has sexist moments! Irohs comments to June are the most obvious to me, a long with a couple comments from Zuko later on. You can certainly argue that the extreme lack of GOOD mother figures is an issue (Kat and Sokkas mother is dead, Zukos is 'dead', and Toph is awful and rather quite compared to her father). Theres other examples, although currently my brain cannot think of any since I don't often write indepth critisms.

The live actions main point of sexism is its female main characters. we literally meet Yue in the kitchen! Women can be in kitchens but that is certainly a choice! Theres this strange hatred for make up aswell, yes with Suki but also with Sokka. His war paint is removed. Its like saying make up cannot be worn by strong fighters which is rather sexist. Speaking off: not putting Sokka in the kyoshi outfit is just...dumb? If you want to show him learning the style, having him wear the outfit. Its an aspect of the style and philosophy. A man wearing make up and a skirt doesn't emasculate him yet the show makes it feel that way with the refusal to do it. "Oh but then you'd have Sokka and Suki kiss in the kyoshi outfits" who cares. "it will look like lesbians" it won't. Even if it did, who cares? you can't be 'femenist' and anti-lesbian. Putting Sokka in the Kyoshi outfit, having him respect it, is just as important as having Aang learn the other elements, or Iroh creating lightning redirection. Why? because it shows a respect of culture, and how you can blend that into your own way of thinking. It's cultural extchanged based on respect.

When you name yourself femenist, yet have explicitly sexist writing, your GOING to get dogpiled with critism based on that 'femenist' msg.

#avatar the last airbender #netflix avatar the last airbender #katara #princess yue #atla suki #the og show has its problems please I am acknoweldging that!#BUT it was also A LOT of peoples introduction to femenism in writing and gave examples of strong women in a large variety #the netflix show just doesn't do that. The women feel flat #I see A LOT of love for this show #but it revolves arround ZUKO and IROH and sometimes AANG #notice how they are all men????#Maybe its just how i've curated my feed #Or maybe the show just kinda sucks when it comes to women.#Also I find it so funny how most of the talk surrounding the women I see are critisms for their looks. I mean all the cast is getting it #but specifically with the Mai tylee Azula and Yue #its fun

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anonymous-dentist · 8 months

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anything about parrot duo please! preferably in the monster au, but i'm not picky

(go parrot duo!)

Roier smells like blood again. That's never a good sign.

So Jaiden sneaks down from her office, her footsteps near silent (thank you, vampire stealth.) She knows that Roier can still hear her, but that's fine. She isn't really trying to be quiet. It just makes him feel better when he gets to show off his werewolf things.

"Jaiden!" Roier calls, drawing out the '-en' at the end of her name pathetically. "Ayúdame! Help me!"

He's in the living room from the sounds of things. Bobby is still outside, too, which is probably a good thing considering how overprotective he can get, the little devil.

When Jaiden steps into the living room, she's first met by the overwhelming sight of blood spilled across their white carpet and their nice leather couch, red footsteps leading to the couch from the half-open front door.

She's then met by the sight and the pathetic whimper of her partner halfway transformed and curled up in a ball on the couch. His shirt is off and he's got it balled up in a half and pressed against what's probably a very open wound on his shoulder.

"Roier!" Jaiden gasps. She flies to his side and hovers nervously over him, her hands brushing against his skin just barely. Just barely. "What happened, oh my God, was it-"

"No, it wasn't him," Roier snaps. He looks ashamed, his pointy little wolf ears drooping sadly and his face falling. "Sorry..."

She shakes her head. "No, I don't- Roier... you said you'd stop going there, what happened?"

She briefly leaves his side just long enough to run to the downstairs bathroom and fetch their rather hefty first aid kit. She lugs it back to the living room and sets up shop, rolling her sleeves up and pulling her hair back.

Roier winces as she moves his hand and the cloth in it, but he doesn't cry. She wishes he would, but he doesn't.

"I needed the knife," he shortly says. Short as in 'ow holy fuck oh my god ow', not as in 'I'm angry and I hate you'. "Is Bobby still outside?"

"Yes, and stop moving-"

"Sorry, sorry!"

Roier stops squirming, though his ears remain flat against his skull and his tail twitches unhappily every time she touches the wound.

Roier never likes to transform in public. He doesn't really like doing it anymore, period, not since... But. But he did, probably to get away from the hunters, because he probably accidentally revealed himself again and she's gonna have to get Cucurucho to help get them under control, and-

Roier yips loudly as Jaiden slides the needle into his skin and starts stitching the wound up. His lips curled back in a pained grimace, Jaiden watches as Roier's teeth flicker between wolf-like fangs and human canines.

"Almost done," she murmurs. He forces his mouth and his eyes shut and squeezes his ruined shirt like a lifeline. "Sorry..."

"No, don't be sorry," he wheezes. "I was the one dumb enough to get stabbed, hah! But at least I got the knife, eh?"

His ears flick towards the coffee table. Jaiden doesn't have to look to know that there's a silver-coated knife laying on it. It's probably covered in blood, too.

Silver knives are hard to come by on the island. Cucurucho doesn't like having too many people have them, it doesn't like the danger it presents. And it's right to, they're dangerous.

Unfortunately, Roier is more stubborn than Cucurucho likes. But, well. What it doesn't know can't hurt it.

Jaiden finishes the stitches and snips off the last of the thread. She leans back against the table, and Roier immediately collapses back onto the couch. His body shakes like it wants to transform fully into the wolf, but he knows that doing so would just break the stitches. So he stays as he is, and Jaiden just wishes he would cry.

"Is this one for Bobby, too?" she asks.

Roier snorts dryly. "When isn't it?"

And isn't that the truth.

#asks!#monster au fic #a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.

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worriedvision · 1 year

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Can u make one alhaitham having a fiancée the entire time they dated resder but reader wasn’t aware and reader has terrible trust issues. But alhaitham never agreed to marry them because him smhhh fiancée just found it easy to shut their parents off and date their own lovers UGH 😭😭💀 you can also do this with diluc make them grovel

Oh so like an arranged marriage? Sure! Ofc I would love to hurt Alhaitham, I'm going to have it so that the fiancées parents are the ones that break it to the reader, and the fiancée is actually fine with the whole Alhaitham dating someone else bc they don't really want to go ahead with the marriage. Throwing in Kaveh being a supportive friend for Alhaitham, that sentence will make sense trust me! Gender neutral reader (may have slipped up somewhere, please tell me if I do!)

Also I KNOW I am notoriously bad for 'maybe I'll do a part 2' but with this I AM going to do a part 2. Seriously, I have got a few ideas for a part 2 and if anyone is wanting to help me decide on which one to go with please feel free to tell me haha! I have all these possible ideas, but my brain cannot decide so easily to fully commit on one thing.

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"Excuse me, may we have a word with you?" A couple ask you, concerning you. "It won't take too long. It is in regards to Alhaitham."

"Is he alright?" You ask, the couple not responding.

"May we come in?" The couple ask, you nodding as you grew concerned about Alhaitham's wellbeing. At the time, you honestly thought he was in a dire situation and it was a case where these pair would have to tell you privately how poor of a condition he is in.

"I don't believe you. He wouldn't hold that away from me, he's a good communicator." You protest, the couple pulling out the document Alhaitham signed with the conditions clearly set out, as well as the other individual.

"You are a homewrecker, don't you have any shame?" The mother spits out, the father immediately gripping the mother by the shoulder to shut her up. "I know you must have grown very close, but this man has a fiancée. When the marriage kept being postponed, it was only natural that we investigated the situation."

"But I know this person." You reply, pointing to the other name on the contract. "She's never voiced any concerns about my relationship with Alhaitham."

"You're ruining the family by doing this, you know that?" The father states. "You need to end this fling of yours before it gets any more serious."

That night, you walk over to Alhaitham's house. It was supposed to be a date, but you were not dressed for such an occassion. Bashing on the door, Alhaitham opens the door. Before he can start a word, you storm in.

"Oh, are you both having a night in?" Kaveh asks, beginning to move to get up to give you some privacy.

"No. You stay." You point, Kaveh reluctantly sitting as he looks over at his annoying roommate. "How long were you going to wait until you told me you have a fiancée?"

"That contract was signed years ago." Alhaitham calmly states.

"Not the question I asked." You growl. "I read the contract myself, and the contract was legitimate. You never told me about this." You look Alhaitham in the eye, him seeming to freeze up.

"Please, allow me to explain." Alhaitham responds, you shaking your head no.

"Her parents confronted me, you know? At first I thought they were there to inform me about you being in a poor condition. When they pulled out that contract, I was ashamed of myself." You state. "Even looking back, you never showed any signs of affection towards her."

"That is-"

"You know I have trust issues, and you kept this information from me!" You shout, Alhaitham wincing at the loudness. "I am not a 'homewrecker' by nature, and after learning of this arrangement I have debated on what parts of this relationship were real."

"Please, I can explain." Alhaitham protests, walking towards you. "There is more to this situation than what her parents have told you."

"I can't trust you anymore, Alhaitham." You state, crossing your arms. "I feel so stupid for letting my walls down around you. Moving forward, do not contact me in public. Maintain your distance, and treat your fiancée right."

With that, you left the house.

Kaveh usually couldn't stand Alhaitham, but seeing the entire situation compelled him to get his side of the story. He sits with Alhaitham as the man explains that he was constantly asked to sign this stupid contract by this woman's parents, and these were two prominent figures in the community. He signed it, under one condition.

A condition that neither him nor his fiancée agreed with.

"Neither of us want an arranged marriage. I signed it, but only because at the time I thought I would be able to live with her being a roommate. This was even before I met _, and at the time I did think I was too... I don't know how to describe it." Alhaitham sighs, a tear threatening to fall.

"You really love them, don't you?" Kaveh asks with obvious empathy, Alhaitham nodding.

"I should have told them that I wouldn't sign that contract. Even if I didn't meet _, I shouldn't have entertained the idea of an arranged marriage when I was so used to being a lone wolf." Alhaitham shakes his head, Kaveh nodding as he rubs his back.

"Stop me if you don't want my advice." Kaveh starts, Alhaitham looking over and, for once, listening. "You have got to break off this arranged marriage. Now before you tell me about who these two people are, you need to remember you are - as of now - the Acting Grand Sage. No longer do they have the authority to tell you what to do with the threats, now you are the higher up." Kaveh explains, Alhaitham listening intently. "Your fiancée doesn't want this marriage either, yes? Take them with you. It will stop them from harpooning on the possibility your fiancée wants this."

"...I wished I was smart enough to realise all this when I became the acting Grand Sage." Alhaitham sighs. "As you know, it took a long time for the relationship with _ to grow serious enough for them to come along to my house. How can I..." he trails off, head now buried in his hands.

"Allow me to talk to them. I'll take Tighnari and Cyno with me, seeing as they (somehow) became great friends in the duration of your dating." Kaveh explains. "I may not get on with you, Alhaitham, but _ made you happy. I will try my best to properly explain the entire situation."

"Thank you, Kaveh." Alhaitham fails to hold back the tears, pulling him in for a hug. "I am such an idiot with this stuff."

"Yes you are." Kaveh teases, reciprocating the hug. "But I am going to help you fix this."

#alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x gender neutral reader #kaveh #gender neutral reader #angst

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iisasarcasticlittleshite · 1 year

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Scenario time! Everyone in the HOL is chilling when suddenly Barbato’s pops up asking for MC and giving a letter to them saying it’s from their older sister, and they brothers are lowkey shook like “MC You didn’t tell us you had a sister!” But then MC gets super mad like “I don’t have an obligation to tell you anything.” Then rips up the letter and goes straight up to their room. It’s clear that MC doesn’t have the best relationship with their sister and takes a long time to get the information as to why out of them but eventually they spill the beans and tell them that their sister basically bullied them for their whole life and that she’s been trying to get in contact with them to apologize but MC doesn’t want to hear it. Headcaons on how they would handle it? Would they try to help MC’s sister to build a relationship with them again? When they keep MC’s sister out of their life?

Let me preface this by saying that no one has the right to be a toxic presence in your life, blood relations or not. Toxic relationships are draining, none more so than those with family.

That being said, let's get on with the headcannons, shall we?

'Do you wish to see her?' Asked Lucifer.

'No.' MC replied, wringing their fingers together, curled up small in the corner of their bed. The eldest had cornered them after their little episode, worried that he'd let contact happen when MC didn't want it to.

'Would you like me to keep her away?'

'Yes, please.'

The eldest nodded, sinking down on the bed beside them, placing his gloved hand on their shoulder. 'That's all you needed to say.'

'You're not going to tell me that I should at least hear her out?'

'No, you don't owe anyone forgiveness, no matter how nicely they asked. That decision is yours, and I won't let anyone take it away from you.'

Mammon chewed his lower lip worriedly, wanting nothing more than to set that letter on fire and wipe the memory of it ever existing from MC's mind, anything to stop his human from pacing like this.

It's all he can do to watch the human pace the width of the lounge, periodically circling sofas, winding themselves up more and more the longer they pace.

He can't take it anymore, and catches them by the shoulders, holding them at arm's length.

"She doesn't get to make you feel like this. You wanna hear what she has to say, I'm comin' with ya, but no one gets to make you look so damn sad!"

Leviathan sheltered you in his room, provided all the games and snacks and anime you could ever want to distract you. Anything to put a smile back on your face, or at the very least bring you back out of whatever dark place you'd taken yourself too.

'You don't have to talk about it. Just please, don't keep her around if she makes you cry.'

You snuggled down into his side, hiding your face in his oversized hoodie as he gamed, smiling as he turned red.

'Want me to hack her accounts and post embarrassing shit?'

'That's petty...let's do it.'

Satan understands, perhaps better than anyone, but he doesn't stick his oar in. He stands back, a silent comfort simply for being around. If you need to speak, he'll listen, if you want comfort, his arms are open for you.

'You are not weak for being willing to listen to her.' He whispered, dragging his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp until you melted into him. 'You would not be cruel for wishing to cut her off, either. This is your life, your decision and time you did what's best for yourself. Whatever that is, I'm here.'

Forget about worrying, Asmodeus is going to make your concerns melt, one way or another. If you remain resistant to physical comfort, he'll sit and listen to your words.

If you have something to say, he's always eager to hang off every word, always ready with tissues and a shoulder to cry on.

There's nothing for you to be ashamed of with Asmo, he supports you no matter how emotional or torn apart you get.

'You're to so strong, sweetheart. I admire you so much. Don't be scared, tell me more.

Beelzebub and Belphegor sandwich you between them, one understanding the want to forgive, the other defending the need to stay away.

They try their best not to influence any decision, it's your family and your life. They do, however, bury you un blankets, cuddled into Belphegor like a body pillow while Beel presses into your other side, supplying heat like a hot water bottle while hand-feeding you snacks.

It's the ultimate comfort brigade, nothing to do but be cuddled into oblivion until your mind calms down and you can actually thing.

"Family is important, but you're easily more important."

"Especially to us."

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modelbus · 1 year

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Could you Possibly do part 2 for library love?

ABSOLUTELY YES

Check out Part 1 here!

Pairing: Cc!Wilbur soot x Gn!Reader

Library Love - Part 2

You had very little to find Wilbur off of, save for your conversations. The second your shift had finished you set out for the places he mentioned while talking to you. Nothing crazy, just a small cafe and a record store. If you were lucky, he'd be in one so you could finally get his number.

Was this going too far? Eventually he’d come back to the library, or you’d see him around; he couldn’t stay away forever. But you wanted to get his number today—months of pining made you unusually impatient.

Maybe you were pushing your luck though. The cafe held no sign of him. When you had asked the barista in a moment of weakness, she denied anyone by the name of Wilbur being in at all today. That left the record store, barely a block away. You're crossing your fingers the entire walk, and desperately hoping he'd be there.

Of course, you just had to fall for the biggest dumbass in the entire world. Who forgets to leave their number?!

The record shop looks cute from the outside, with a bright sign loudly declaring a sale on record players and posters this week. You're slightly ashamed to say you've never been in here. Hell, you didn’t know it existed before Wilbur mentioned it to you! It’s mainly because you don't own a record player, but you make a promise to yourself to come back when you aren’t on a manhunt.

When you step in, a small bell chimes and the worker immediately greets you.

"Welcome to Rhythm Records! If you need anything just let me know." An employee calls out, bright purple hair obscuring most of her face.

You give her a polite nod, then scan the shop. It's not too large, and you can see the entire place just from your spot at the door. By the registers are tall boxes of posters, and the back wall is covered in shelves of record players. Every other inch contains records upon records. There are so many you nearly miss the whole reason you came in here for!

There, rifling through the record bin labeled "L-M" is Wilbur. Someone heard your silent begging and answered.

"What are you looking for?" You ask, navigating your way to him.

He jumps badly at your voice, eyes wide. "Wha-"

"I found your note. You didn't leave me a number, so I had to find you myself." You answer, fishing the paper out of your pocket.

"Oh." He says dumbly, slowly turning redder by the second. "I knew I was forgetting something! It kept fucking bugging me, but I couldn't figure out what it was, so I just gave up and dropped the books off. I can’t believe I forgot my- wait."

You do, patiently letting him ramble.

"You want my number?"

"Yes, Wil. I want your number.” At his clear incredulousness, you add, “so I can go on a date with you."

If you thought you'd seen him happy before, it was nothing compared to now. His entire face seems to light up along with a giant smile. You can’t help but smile along with him. Absolutely swoon-worthy, if you did say so.

"I mean, I'm not doing anything now if you want to do something now. We could walk around maybe? Or not, if you're busy." He suggests.

"I could clear my schedule." You joke, grinning at him.

"Perfect, I know just the place to go first. Come on."

He offers you his hand, and you take it. His fingertips are calloused from his guitar playing, but it isn't a bad thing. It's just another thing that's undeniably Wilbur.

"What about your record shopping?" You ask after you've already exited the store.

"I was only looking to keep my mind off you. Besides, I probably shouldn't buy anymore."

"You have too many?"

"It's a crippling addiction, one my wallet is suffering for." He says seriously, keeping a completely straight face. Almost as an afterthought, he adds, "and they've started attracting too many e-girls."

"What?!" You exclaim, laughing.

"It's a serious problem! I've started oozing masculine passion!"

"Oh God, we can't have that."

"Don't worry, I'll stop just for you."

That makes your heart do weird things, but you push it down.

It probably takes you too long to realize exactly where you're headed, and when you do you can't help but laugh to yourself.

"What?" He asks, eyes sparkling.

"Nothing, nothing."

“I thought I’d buy you tea or coffee or something to make up for you having to hunt me down.”

“You don’t have to.” You protest. “I didn’t mind the manhunt.”

“I want to.”

Wilbur lets go of your hand to hold open the door for you, making a grand gesture. "After you."

"Why thank you, kind sir."

"Back?" The barista asks. "Oh, you found your dude."

"This might've been the first place I looked for you." You admit to Wilbur.

"That is your dude, right? I haven't just made a fool of myself?" The barista laughs nervously.

"I'm their guy," Wilbur confirms, but he's looking at you.

He's your guy.

#wilbur x you #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot #dsmp #dsmp imagine #mcyt wilbur #mcyt #wilbur mcyt #mcyt imagine #wilbur x reader

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crownedtargaryen · 1 year

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Aemond x Bastard Baratheon!Reader Oneshot FLUFF

A/N: I’ll be honest I used to hate Aemond, so if I don’t have a good grasp of his character I sincerely apologize. @valeskafics is to blame for my newfound Aemond love.

ALL NOTES ARE APPRECIATED (LIKES, SHARES, COMMENTS)

TW: Just people being rude, Implied sexual desire Pronouns: She/Her

Ever since I was young Aemond has impacted my life. A pushed-aside boy with a bastard girl who was set to marry the solemn and husk Targaryen, the duo felt like destiny.

At first, his mother was appalled by the request, feeling it was insulting of the deer to suggest a bastard wed her sweet boy, a growing and powerful individual.

What had changed her mind?

Well, when Aemond and I were together, there was an undeniable gentleness he felt toward me.

After he had been pushed around by his nephews, he became defensive and harsh. Maybe a woman was what he needed to rid that standoff and snappy personality.

When the adults were busy talking, I would urge him to show me around. Reluctantly, he agreed, since he hadn’t had much of a choice otherwise. He was knowing of my adventurous personality, and that no matter his response to showing me around, I'd go with or without him. So, might as well not be responsible for my demise.

I was with him when it happened, walking with him as he ushered me to come with him. He trusted me, a loving and honest feeling. It devastated me when he seemed ashamed in my presence. Lucerys sliced his eye, and I watched as he fell to the ground in horror, unable to do anything. The two brunettes looked at me fearfully, then scampered off as I fell to my knees next to my lover-to-be.

"Aemond?! Aemond! Let me see it, please, I can help!" I insist. He cries, which is something you never wished to see. I watch as he shoves me away with one hand, looking at me fearfully and shaking like a scared pup. "Aemond please, I beg of you." He refuses, panting and swallowing down screams.

"Go away!" He yells at me, making my muscles tense. "Leave! NOW!" I refuse, shaking my head. "Are you stupid?! LEAVE!" I glare at him, moving over and grabbing him. He fights for a moment, before becoming too weak to battle anymore. I carry him straight to his mother, where she screams in horror and snatches him from me. My clothes are bloodied, and my figure trembles in adrenaline and horror.

"What have you done," Alicent screams, making my eyes widen. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BOY YOU BASTARD." I wince at the phrase, looking at her with tears in my eyes.

"Your Grace, it was the Valeryon boys. I swear it! The smaller one, Lucerys, he attacked him!" I yelp, her eyes widening with anger and sorrow. She feels bad for saying what she said to me, but can't muster an apology. Her servants bring in whoever they can to help, and I hastily clear the room to avoid being in the way.

As I walk through the halls, I see the two boys hurriedly trying to find their mother. I run over in a fiery rage, grabbing Lucerys and throwing him to the ground. I stare at Jacerys who looks at me in shock, Lucerys groaning after his head hits the solid floor. I don't dwell on the fact I'm outnumbered here, I focus on the smaller one, clawing at his face and punching him as his arms are pinned beneath my legs until I'm forcibly removed. His face is bloodied beneath me, but he isn't hurt enough to be dead or chronically wounded. Just maybe a scar or two. "You took his eye! My husband!" I scream in anguish, kicking and crying, trying to escape Jacerys. I didn't care if he attacked first, and I don't care if it was self-defense, it felt unfair.

And after that, it's a blurred memory. I remember Alicent thanking me for my sacrificed honor, and demanding an eye for an eye. I faintly remember Aemond looking at me, the light in his eyes now gone. It shattered me.

Now, we were of the proper age to marry, but he hadn't talked to me since that day. It'd be dishonest of me if I were to say I hadn't been avoiding him as well, I knew he didn't want to see me.

All I knew, is every early morning on my name day, a knock came on my door. When I opened it, no one was there. Just a gift left at the door. I was sure it was him, but he wouldn't show any sign of interest when the celebrations came around.

Until this name day.

I was expecting no one at the door once more after the knock, scrambling out of my bed and opening the door swiftly in hopes of catching him. However, he waited. I open the door to Aemond, standing with the brutishness that I've grown used to. A small smirk comes to his face when he sees me, my heart skipping a beat.

"Prince Aemond? To what do I owe the pleasure," I whisper, looking around the halls to ensure no one is around.

"Happy name day, Princess," he says, surprising me. He hasn't spoken to me since- "I thought I'd deliver it face to face this time." I smile, almost melting into myself. I know the boy I once knew is in there, he's just putting walls up.

"Come in then," I insist, turning to the side and allowing him inside my chambers, closing the door behind him. "What'd you get me this time?" I look at the small box, raising a brow. He hands it to me and takes a seat. I feel somewhat defenseless around him, his eye trailing my form. When he notices I catch him staring, he covers it with an excuse. "Are you planning on opening it?" His face is flushed, and I feel a knot in my stomach, a good one.

Slowly, I lift the lid off the box. My eyes widen at the contents inside, a necklace. A rich golden color with a dragon pendant attached to it. I grin like an idiot, hearing a small chuckle escape Aemond.

"I'm assuming you enjoy the gift, yes?" He crosses his arms and leans back a bit in the chair. I admire the expensive gift, looking at him with excitement and joy.

"Aemond, it's beautiful," I compliment, holding it close to my chest. "Could you help me put it on?" Hesitantly, he nods. I walk over, which surprises him, and sit between his legs on my knees, back facing him as I hand him the necklace, our hands brushing. He pulls away as if I burned him, taking the necklace. I can hear his breathing become broken, his warmth radiating onto my back. Slowly, he moves my hair from my neck, telling me to hold it, and slips the necklace over my neck. I feel his hands touch my skin, a small shiver escaping me. I hear the gentle clip of the neckpiece and look over my shoulder to him where he's pursing his lips. I stand, looking down at him and adjusting my hair. "What do you think? Does it look nice?"

Aemond pauses before nodding slowly, and I smile once more. I watch as he relaxes at the sight of my smile, his gaze softening.

"Look, Aemond," I start, but he senses what I plan to say and stands swiftly.

"I have to return to my chambers, have a good name day, Princess." He hastily says, surprising me as he pushes past me. I hesitate before rushing to him and grabbing his hand.

"We can't avoid it forever," I say with a heartbroken tone, seeing him pause and then look at me. "Please, Aemond." His eyes widen at my words, watching as they gloss over slightly. I hate seeing him cry, I refuse to see him cry. So, without thinking, I grab his face and kiss him.

He freezes, refusing to return the kiss at first, then sighs and gives in. He wraps his arms around my figure, cupping my cheek with one hand as the other rubs my side. He groans into the kiss, leaning into it as it becomes more heated. I pull away, my mind and body craving more but I don't give in.

"Aemond," I whisper, watching him scan my face. I reach for his eyepatch, he grabs my hand.

"No," he demands, his jaw clenching.

"Why? I watched when it happened, why can't I get closure?" I murmur, seeing him debate his options.

"I do not wish you scare you," he murmurs back, his forehead pressed to mine. I close my eyes and sigh. "I have no fear towards you, Aemond. You are mine, and I am yours. Scar or not, you're still the man I love." I admit, peeking through my eyelids and seeing the surprise on his face. I open my eyes, smiling at him and looking at the eyepatch. Aemond hesitates for a moment, before nodding.

I reach for the clasp, undoing the patch and letting it fall into my hand as I slowly remove it from his eye. The sapphire stares at me, then he looks away hastily and grips me tighter. I reach and cup the side of his face, turning him to look at me. Hesitantly, he gazes into my eyes.

I say nothing, I merely kiss over the scar and chuckle softly. "Out of all the gems, a sapphire? Expensive taste." I joke, seeing his fear wash away. I watch that signature smirk come to his face, unable to stop myself from smiling like an idiot.

He doesn't let me tease him anymore, kissing me eagerly. I return the kiss and its passion, feeling us heading backward as I fall onto the bed. I look up at him, Aemond's smile growing as he nuzzles his nose with mine, gentle Eskimo kisses.

"I love you," he coos, petting the side of my face. I hum, content with his words and feeling my insides exploding with joy.

"I love you too," I respond, hooking my legs around his waist. "I never stopped loving you, nor will I ever. I swear it."

"You swear it?" He teases, moving his head back to get a better view of my face, raising a brow.

"I swear it, by the old gods and the new," I assure, seeing his eyes glimmer with the affection I had known times ago. "I swear that I will love you into the last of my days, and after."

Aemond sighs, moving a strand of hair from my face. "I swear it as well, you are mine as I am yours," he reassures, moving back in and kissing me.

I felt complete once again.

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we-were-born-to-be-free · 1 year

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Guilty - D.M

A/N: Just an idea I had... it's kinda sad though.</3 BTW this is set in the beginning of their sixth year. I don't think I described it properly...

"Y/L/N, we need to talk. Follow me."

Y/L/N. Draco hadn't used that named since first year, one that he hated you in. You followed him into his room, hoping he was just playing a prank on you. You went in and closed the door behind you. Your boyfriend was pacing around his bedroom, obviously very anxious.

"I'm breaking up with you."

Your heart sinks. "What?! Why my love?"

"I don't love you anymore." he says, still pacing and with no emotion.

"No," you say in disbelief. "No. You don't mean it. You can't even look me in the eye! What's going on Draco?"

He finally looks at you and repeats his words," I don't love you anymore."

You know that he's lying. You've known him for 5 years, long enough to know what he's feeling. You know that he's been distant all year, only because of the burdens of carrying the Dark Mark. You know that he loves you. But what you don't know is why he is telling you the opposite.

But as you look into his eyes, you can see all the pain, all the frustration and all the helplessness he is trying to convey. He just doesn't want you to get hurt because of his decisions.

"Is this because of the Mark? My love, that doesn't define you," you say in attempt to console your blonde boyfriend, now avoiding eye contact completely. "This isn't going to work if you keep pushing me away!"

"I don't want to, I swear Y/N. You're the only person in my life I don't want to leave," he tries explaining, bringing your hands to his lips and kissing them softly." But I can't let you get hurt. If I don't do this, then He's going to find you, and He's going to make me watch Him while he hurts you," he says, voice trembling from fear. " And I can't let that happen. I love you so, so much," he whispers as a single tear rolls down his cheek as he moves away from you slightly. You try to conceal your tears that threaten to fall. You wipe the stray tear off his pink tinged cheeks.

"Dray, you don't have to do this my love," you say, tears now falling and blurring your vision slightly. "We can do this together Baby. I can help you."

"No! What don't you understand," he says, raising his voice. "I am going to hurt you eventually! I can't bear it Y/N." As he turns his back towards you, ashamed of himself, he knows what he's doing. He's pushing you away.

"Draco, you're hurting me. Don't do this. Please," you whisper in attempt to conceal the tremble in your voice. Once he hears you're crying he immediately regrets everything he said. He swiftly turns around and apologises profusely.

"I'm sorry Darling. I'm so sorry," he says bringing you into his embrace. But you're tired. Tired of him pushing you away and then coming back to you, making you confused once again.

"No, Draco. No," you say pushing his loving arms away from your bodice. "Don't 'Darling' me. What do you want? Do you want me to be with you? Or do you want me to leave? Because it's hurting me Dray. You're confusing me and I don't know what to do."

That's it. You finally let your walls come down as your tears fell uncontrollably. And Draco had no luck in hiding his pain either. You moved closer towards him and gathered him in your arms, trying to feel some comfort in knowing that you'll always be here for him, and he will always be here for you.

You both moved to sit on the bed, making yourselves comfortable in the other's embrace. You both gripped onto each other's shirts, not wanting to ever let go. You sobbed and sobbed until your heart wrenching sobs turned into quiet sniffles.

Draco's tears kept coming. He's been hiding his pain for so long, trying to be strong for you and you only. His grip on you only became tighter.

"Baby," you ask hesitantly," Do you want me to go?"

"No. No please don't go," he begs, starting to cry once more. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry my Love. I didn't mean to hurt you. I swear. It's all my fault," he says, now sobbing into the crook of your neck, seeking comfort.

You hate it. You hate that he's in so much pain. You hate that you can't do anything about it.

"I'm here my love. I'm right here," you say, reassuring your blonde boyfriend. "It's not your fault love. I promise. We're going to be okay. We'll make it out of this. I love you. I love you baby."

You hold him for the rest of the night, whispering sweet words into his hair. He clung onto you like a helpless child. Nobody slept that night. You just spent much needed time with your other half.

"Dray?"

"Mhm."

"I love you. I'll never leave you, okay?"

"I love you too my darling."

#draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #deatheater!draco x reader #Sad baby Drayy

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maple-the-awesome · 1 year

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We'll Meet Again...I Know When || Chapter 22

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x GN Reader

Words: 3,679

Overview: Given your old-fashioned personality and obsession with all things 1940s to 1980s, it’s no wonder that most people refer to you as an ‘old soul’ who would’ve rather lived back then than in the modern era. Little do they know, you already did, but with your previous life as Hollie Stark cut short, you’ve been left with some…unfinished business, to say the least. Top of your list? Finally getting to marry your thought-to-be-lost fiancé.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: LIL' WIZ

Silence isn't always a bad thing, however there's a substantial difference between peaceful tranquility and suffocating strain. Unfortunately, you're stuck with the latter which is making your nerves feel like a trampoline park.

It had been heartbreaking as you helped Tony to his feet, ignoring his stubborn refusal to accept your aid while he attempted to shove you away and stand on his own. It was useless in the end, forcing him to reach a compromise by allowing you to help him into another, warmer room where there's at least a bench he can rest on compared to his former place on the floor.

You feel ashamed for letting things get this far. Each second, you replay today's events in your head, pointing out every little crossroad where you could have possibly done something different just to change the turnout.

Maybe you should've confirmed Tony actually knew about Hollie and parents' deaths instead of assuming Steve already did so. You shouldn't have let that video play. The second you realized what it was going to be about, you should've destroyed the screen and thus prevented Tony from having to see such a horrible thing. You could've done more to prevent the fight that took place afterwards even if that meant risking your own safety by physically getting in between everyone.

'...There are so many things you could've done differently...'

After radioing for someone to come pick you guys up, you search the facility for medical equipment. Tony's injuries aren't fatal, but it'll be awhile before anyone can get here and he might feel a little better once bandaged up. This is what you tell yourself anyways, truly just hoping for a way to distract yourself because maybe then your hands will stop shaking so violently.

You had pretty much forgotten all about Zemo until reentering that main room you had encountered him in originally. What was his plan again? To turn the Avengers against each other as revenge? Well, he succeeded and he probably used the aftermath as a distraction to make his escape. Who knows where he went or if you'll ever have to look at his sorry ass again? Regardless of how much hate you’ve felt towards him all day, you can’t be bothered to care anymore...He’s the least of your concerns right now.

The suffocating silence continues when you return to Tony with a medical kit. Again, he tries shooing you away, however you remain just as stubborn despite the calm and patient tone you fight to maintain with him.

'Besides, he has every right to hate you. You helped Bucky - the man who murdered nearly the whole Stark family. You, a close friend, betrayed him until the last second.'

"I'm surprised you didn't go with them since you’ve seemed so keen on defending Barnes's ass all the time," Tony observes bitterly, refusing to even look at you as you dab his face with a cotton-ball.

You can only sigh, "...I didn't want things to go the way that they did. I didn't want anyone to get hurt like this -"

"- Well, it's a little too late for that, don't you think? Forty two years too late, in fact."

Frowning, you set the bloodied cotton ball down, redirecting your eyes to the medical kit to check what bandages are inside, but your mind is too jumbled to properly look through them. You scan the box several times, yet you can't seem to remember what you just looked at which results in your eyes going back over each item a second and third time. Eventually a forth, too.

"Bucky regrets what happened -"

"- As you keep saying -"

"- When he first remembered Hollie's death, he was devastated - inconsolable even. He's never denied his guilt or his role in it. He believes himself to be just as responsible for what happened as you think he is. Nothing I’ve tried saying has been able to change that,” you explain foolishly as if Tony will share your pain. He doesn’t.

"He deserves it -"

"- Tony -"

Before you're able to put a small butterfly bandage over the deep cut on his forehead, he suddenly jerks away from you with a deadly glare, "- No, I don't give a shit if he feels guilty. He deserves every ounce of it because my aunt did nothing to deserve death! She never hurt anyone. She never took advantage of others, never cheated the system or made shady deals to fill her own pockets - she was better than that and you know what the worst part is? She loved Barnes. She would talk about him all the time and as a kid, I used to wish I could've met him because I thought 'wow, if Auntie Hollie admires him this much, he must be a real amazing guy, huh?'. Turns out he's the one who killed her. She could've lived a long life. She could still be here now if it wasn't for him.

"Do you know how I felt back then? Do you know how it feels to be told that your aunt isn't going to be around for your birthday not because she just can't make it - had a little car trouble or too much work on her desk - but because she was shot dead outside of her own home? Defenseless and left to bleed out alone?! And do you have any idea how I felt learning she was on her way to my party? Hell, I still don't celebrate my birthday because each time it comes around, I think about that week - that week of mom crying and dad throwing shit against the wall in his office as I sat in my room waiting for someone to tell me it was all some cruel joke.”

Tony’s eyes are watery at this point. The more he admits, the more fidgety he gets, eventually shifting against the bench and talking with his hands, “While everyone else celebrates me getting older, I can only remember being four years old sitting in the front row of my aunt's funeral, believing it was somehow my fault because if I hadn't begged her to come to my party, maybe she wouldn't have gone outside that day? M-Maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't have been killed -?"

"- Tony, it wasn't your fault," you cut him off sternly, your heart breaking after hearing his voice crack towards the end. You attempt to place a hand over his - more on instinct than rational thought - yet he rips it away.

"I know that," he hisses before his voice falls more silent as he stares at the floor, "I...I know that and I've gotten over that part…but what I can't get over is the fact that Barnes was the one to take her away. My aunt was my role model. She was everything I wanted to be when I grew up. She was always there for me and frankly, she cared about me more than even my damn dad did. He cared about her more than me, too.

“...After she died, he didn't spare any expense looking for her killer and planning to bring the fiercest justice down upon them. What would he have thought if he figured out it was Barnes all along? That he was the one to kill Hollie and would be the one to kill him and mom years later, too? What did our family ever do to him, huh?!"

"...Nothing...None of you did anything," you whisper, keeping your hands flat on your lap. A few tears hit them after rolling down your cheeks, yet you do nothing to fix your slumped-forward posture.

"Then why do you defend him?" Tony challenges, already knowing his confession has done nothing to change your mind towards the situation.

"Because...Bucky didn't do anything to deserve what happened either," Tony opens his mouth, however you don't give him the chance, "Bucky loves Hollie as much as you do. If he had a single ounce of control back then, there's no doubt in my mind he wouldn't have hurt her. The problem was never him, it was HYDRA. They wanted to eliminate anyone who would get in their way. That's why your family was killed. Howard and Hollie both stood against them before and they would've done so again. For that reason, they were killed and so was Maria who I'm sure was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Bucky was captured by HYDRA and used as their assassin against his own will. I'm sure those sick fucks found amusement in sending him after people he once knew and cared about…It's terrible for all involved: those who died, Bucky for being forced to have their blood on his hands, and you for having to loose your family..." You trail off for a second then ask while chewing on your bottom lip, "...I've actually been meaning to ask: did you ever get that present?"

"What 'present'?"

"The one Hollie got you for your fourth birthday - that brass telescope. It was the one you wanted, right? At least I'm certain it was..." You don't look up at him, instead playing with the fabric of your suit, "Yeah, I remember you had that whole faze as a kid where you loved all things space related. You would tell everyone including random people on the street about this one particular telescope that you happened to see at a toy store on Mason Avenue. Of course, I knew Howard would never get the hint even if it whacked him upside the head, so I got it for you myself...Did you ever receive it, though?"

Tony stares at you as if you're clinically insane which might be his exact thought process right now. His mouth hangs open ever so slightly as he shakes his head, "...What did you do? Go through my shit and -"

"- If I went through your shit, I would've had to find it and then I wouldn't need to be asking the question, would I?" You shoot back the remark then sigh, mumbling more to yourself, "...Geeze, out of everyone, I thought you'd be the one to figure it out first given how much you like to insert yourself in our lives. I went through so much effort yet was still on the edge of my seat worrying you'd spot the inconsistencies anyways..."

"What are you on about?" Now he sounds plain annoyed, so much so that he pushes himself off the bench to get away from you as he’s truly beginning to worry about your mental health. Maybe you went insane dealing with Bucky for two years straight or hit your head a little too hard during the fight moments ago. Either way, you're not exactly in his good graces, so he has no reason to sit here and bother listening to your nonsense.

"Tony, why do you think I care so much about Bucky?" You stand up as well, grabbing his arm to prevent him from going any further. Despite the question, you don't allow him to answer, making it rhetorical as you continue, "I've risked everything to help him up until this point yet I stayed here to help you. Now I'm sitting here talking about things I shouldn't know - things about your family that you've kept so close to your chest that there’s no way a random outsider born in the nineties should know them...Come on, you're supposed to be a genius, right? What's the common denominator here?"

For a second, it looks like he's actually thinking about your little 'quiz', but he quickly shakes his head and gives his arm a tug in your grasp, "Let go."

"Not until you answer me."

"I'm not in the mood for this -"

"- Neither am I, Anthony," you remain stubborn, not loosening your grip over his arm, in fact you tighten it, "It's Hollie - she's the common denominator. She loved Bucky more than anything even if he was the one to kill her and she was your aunt which means you held just as much of her heart as he did. Now you're gotta ask what that has to do with me? What does any of this have to do with me and that's the key, Tony! …I was Hollie - way back then, I lived and saw the world as her until the day she died and I still remember nearly every second of it.”

Your frown grows when Tony finally gets his arm away from you, facing you with a glare, yet even through the dim light of this room, you can see the tears brimming in his eyes, "I told you I don't have the time for this nor do I have the patience. It's one thing for you to keep defending Barnes, but to sit here and drag this conversation on while making ridiculous claims that you were my aunt? Do you not hear how crazy you fucking sound?!"

Shrinking under his shout, you once again start chewing on your lip as a nervous habit, your mind whirling with hurried thoughts while you run your now free hand through your hair, "...Perhaps I got some of the details wrong? I'm just going off of old memories here. I have to admit, everything in the days leading up to my death are a little...fuzzy at best, however I do remember the important stuff.

"I-I remember being your aunt. From the moment I first held you, I wanted to make it my mission to spoil the crap out of you because I knew you were the closest thing I'd ever get to having my own child. I wanted to give you the world however that might look like, be it by playing pirates outside or teaching you how to wire a circuit board. It seemed like you always had a new hobby to obsess over and even though I knew you'd have a new one by the end of the week, I still obsessed over it with you no matter what it was because it made you happy.

"Yeah, I sound fucking crazy, but even though I'm (Y/n) (L/n) now, I continue to think of you as my nephew. Ever since I started regaining the memories of my past as Hollie, a part of my thoughts have always been occupied by the people I knew and loved as her. Those feelings have never disappeared.

“You know, I went home and cried that day Natasha first introduced us. I cried because I always dreamed of seeing my brilliant nephew grow up only to have that stolen from me. Now you’re older than me and you don't see me as family which is understandable. I...I don't expect you to believe that I'm Hollie. I just...I don't want you to think for a second that I'm trying to mess with you or take advantage of your feelings. I know I've already let you down by hiding Bucky and not telling you about his role in our family's deaths, however I...My intentions aren't to dig up old wounds for you...I'm sorry it’s worked out like that -”

“- If you're really Hollie…" Tony starts in a whisper and you nearly give yourself whiplash looking up at him, although he's not looking back at you, "...Then what was the message engraved on that telescope and where?"

"The message...?" You echo with a raised eyebrow, nothing coming to mind too quickly.

When you don't answer, Tony clicks his tongue as a way to act casual despite the way he sniffs back his tears immediately afterwards. He's prepared to swallow his disappointment and leave the room regardless of whether someone is here to get you guys yet. He can't stay in this stuffy building anymore, especially not when his chest feels so tight all of the sudden. He needs air...

"I think…I think it was on the bottom,” Tony freezes at the sound of your voice.

Your eyes are squeezed shut as you try your best to recall that telescope. It’s been forty two years, after all. You do remember having a message engraved on it. What was it, though? Something cheesy…Yeah, you were real cheesy back then; the cool aunt Tony would've no doubt been embarrassed by if you were around for his teenage years.

You snap your fingers suddenly, "Right! 'Reach for the stars and beyond even those, Lil' Wiz, love Auntie Hollie'; that was the message...Damn, was it bad. I hated that I couldn’t think of anything more clever. Sure, you were only four, so it's not like you would’ve cared or anything, but I didn’t feel that was a proper excuse for such low standards.”

You’re afraid to glance at Tony, however you somehow find the strength to do so anyways. It’s difficult to read his expression which a lot of people would find shocking if you told them because Tony Stark’s known for his arrogant and loud personality. To leave him speechless is either really impressive or really worrisome.

Unbeknownst to you, he’s thinking and desperately searching for evidence as to why he shouldn’t believe you. He’s spent too much of his childhood being forced to go to counseling and too many birthdays slumped over his bar to suddenly accept this outlandish idea that his aunt - the same aunt he’s gravely missed since he was four years old - is standing right in front of him. The universe isn’t that kind, especially not to him, so there must be some trick here.

Where’s the flaws in your lie? You’ve always been smart, that’s why he offered you a job at Stark Industries after the fall of SHIELD, however you left instead. There! If you’re supposedly Hollie, why’d you turn down his offer and go away? …To find Bucky; that’s right. You’ve spent two years caring for him, but there must be some other logical expectation for that. He’s not bad looking if Tony squints. He might be in need of a good scrub down, yet he’d also build like a brick wall with obvious confidence issues. You’re probably into that shit, who knows?

Steve hated your guts when it first came out you were keeping Bucky from him only to suddenly like you again soon afterwards. What reason can there be for that? The power of friendship prevails? Maybe he’s got a little crush of his own? Those are good excuses, and as for the telescope thing, Tony was probably right about you going through his stuff to find it…The only problem there is that he keeps that telescope locked in his room in a box under his bed since he doesn’t like looking at it. Now, you might be smart, but smart enough to hack into JARVIS just to sneak into his room without taking anything?

“Tony…” You whisper his name, reaching a hand out, however you stop yourself short. You feel incredibly guilty - more so than you had been before this conversation.

Suddenly, you’re reminded of why you don’t like telling people about Hollie. Natasha and Steve are the only ones to ever believe you. Two out of how many others who have cast you aside? You’ve gotten too comfortable; that’s your problem. This is why you’re not supposed to tell anyone about your secret. It’s hurt those who knew Hollie and it hurts you, too, because it only reinforces the idea that you can’t live two lives at once.

Opening your mouth, you plan to apologize again while biting back your tears, but Tony beats you to the speaking role, “...So, how’s this work?”

“H-Huh?”

“The whole…Hollie-(Y/n) thing?” He gestures a hand towards you, scrunching his eyebrows, “You’re living as (Y/n), but you have Hollie’s memories?”

You hesitate, “I, um…It’s a reincarnation thing, I guess. I don’t really know how or why I remember my past -”

“- And that’s why I’m guessing you joined SHIELD?”

“It’s nice to start somewhere familiar,” you shrug awkwardly, not sure where he’s taking this, “It was supposed to be a job until Natasha offered to introduce me to you. I wasn’t planning on sticking around, but I also wanted to see how you were doing…How you turned out with Howard’s parenting job.”

“‘Parenting’ is a generous word…” Tony scoffs with a roll of his eyes. When he trails off, you dare to look up at him fully, watching his features shift from a pretty good poker face to a softer, more vulnerable expression, “...Did I turn out like you hoped?”

His words take you by surprise and you must’ve blinked a dozen times while gaping like a fish before they process inside your head. Even when you understand what he had asked, you’re still left shocked because how could that ever be a question in his head?

“Of course!” Your response reflects your breathless astonishment, “I don’t think I could be any prouder than I am of you, Anthony.”

Tony sniffs again, turning his head away from you as if that’ll make his hand invisible from your sight as he almost raises it to his face. He halts this action, however, turning back to you with a poor attempt at a ‘casual’ nod, “Good, um, that’s - Hmph!”

Whatever he was going to say, he’s cut off when you step forward and wrap your arms around him. It’s not the most comfortable hug given his suit and you’re careful not to cut yourself on the broken shards, although it’s still enough to have him dazed for a second, his arms held out to the side in refusal (or perhaps fear) towards the idea of hugging you back.

“...What are you -?”

“- I haven’t gotten to hug my nephew in forty two years…Let me have this,” you whisper, your eyes shut not that it saves you from crying. Those blasted tears find a way anyways!

Slowly, his arms fall around you, holding onto you tightly seconds before the sound of sniffles can be heard echoing through the quiet air and once again. You’re smiling softly, feeling like you’re back in 1974, holding a young Tony in your arms as he cries against your shoulder over how long it’s been since he had seen you a week ago. Many things have changed since then, but your love for your nephew never has.

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sexylil-doll · 7 months

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Loving is something that everyone finds difficult, but for you, choosing is harder. It's harder when you need to choose between you and your love. Disregarding something along the way.

"I was always excited to meet you, guess it's not the same anymore"

Hearing Sunghoon say those words broke your heart. His eyes were void of any emotions, but his voice was laced with emotions that one can point out. The pain, anger, and sadness in his voice made you question yourself.

How could you hurt someone as precious as him?

How thick is your face?

Are you not ashamed of yourself, hurting someone who did nothing but to love you without boundaries?

Sunghoon was so nice. Too nice that you were afraid if you could be enough for him. You were sorry if you broke his heart to pieces and left him alone to mend it, just to come back as if nothing had happened.

"Why did you leave?" Sunghoon asked after a minute of silence asked.

"I was scared and at the same time broken. I was guilty of all the things that my mother has done." You paused for a moment because of the tears that were threatening to fall.

As much as you try your best not to cry, you can't help but to just let your tears fall.

"But those things aren't your doings. Didn't you hear what my mom said? 'It was not a child's fault, that the things their parents had done'," he mumbled the same exact words that his mother had told you when you learned the things your mother has done to their family.

"Basically, it was not your fault why those things happened. So why blame yourself?"

You were silent while listening to every line he said.

Sunghoon is just too perfect for you. Too perfect that you always question yourself if you even deserve him when you were still together.

"Was my love not enough to reassure you? Was it not enough to make you feel better? Was it not enough to make you stay?", your eyes widened as you looked up to him.

His eyes were now bloodshot. Pain, and longing were visible, alongside the anger. To hear him ask those lines shattered your already broken heart to pieces. The least thing you wanted him to feel was for him to think if he was enough for a person's love.

But hearing Sunghoon doubt himself if ever his love was enough for you to stay made you think of how much you've broken him. You're such a fool. You don't deserve him.

"No, love. You are more than enough. Don't ever doubt yourself, nor your love." You answered while crying.

"I'm at the one who's at wrong, not you, but me." You. reached for his hand. "You're good enough to be mine, Hoon. And I will never be enough for you as you are to me."

"I was never good enough for you and I will never be. Just like a line in a song, you were a sunshine Sunghoon... too good for me and too nice. While I am a midnight rain. The one who will only and always cause you pain."

"You love me right? Why can't you just choose me instead? Choose me again, love..." You felt your world crumbled as you heard him ask you those.

"I've been choosing you for years now, Hoon. But this time, I'm sorry..."

You pulled your hand away, letting go of his.

"This time, I'll choose me. No matter what it takes, even if it hurts. I will now set aside my feelings and emotions. No matter how much I wanted to stay with you, I will still choose me, over you. Even if leaving means hurting you and breaking my own heart..."

After saying those words you gather your things and get up, leaving him, leaving the place with a broken and empty heart in tow.

The love you have within you is not that strong enough to hold two hearts at a time, it can only accommodate one. And you're choosing yours.

#enhypen x female reader #angst #enhypen #heeseung #jake #sunghoon #jay #sunoo #sunghoon x reader

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hummingbird-of-light · 10 months

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June of Doom Day 23

23. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

| Poison | Rash | Double Cross |

TW: Munchausen By Adult Proxy Syndrome, Concussion

A/N: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting

"Mr. Scott? Mr. Scott, can you hear me?"

Only slowly did Montgomery Scott manage to open his eyes. He blinked in confusion, but his vision didn't get any clearer.

"Look at me, Mr. Scott. How many fingers am I holding up?"

Scotty felt his eyes dance back and forth as they tried to focus on the hand that was in front of his face.

Where the heck was he? Why was everything moving? And who was that man talking to him?

"Um... f-four?"

He couldn't answer the question for sure. He was still terribly dizzy.

"Not quite, but close. Christine, get an IV ready. We need to get Mr. Scott's circulation to work properly again."

Christine? Who was Christine? Scotty looked around, slowly realizing where he was. And yet, the male voice that spoke all the while gave him confirmation.

"Don't be alarmed, Mr. Scott. You're in good hands. We'll get you to the hospital."

Hospital? Why would he need to go to the hospital?

"What... what happened?"

He didn't really remember. He only remembered that he had been at home.

"You fell off the ladder in the garden. Your neighbor Mr. Sulu saw it by chance and called us immediately."

Oh yeah... right. Scotty had wanted to clean the gutters. If he couldn't work due to illness, he wanted to at least get some chores done around the house. He had been feeling much better, but suddenly he had started to feel dizzy again. And then... there was nothing. No more memories.

He must have lost consciousness.

And now he was in the ambulance on the way to the hospital. Immediately his thoughts wandered to a person who must be worried.

"I... my husband... I have to inform my husband."

He tried to sit up, but was immediately pushed back gently.

"Hey, hey, hey. Stay down. You have a concussion. To which extent isn't clear yet, but you definitely can't move for now."

At last the double vision disappeared and Scott eyed the doctor in front of him. A dark-haired man with bluish eyes. He looked serious but friendly.

"I'm sure your neighbor will inform your partner and I'm quite certain that he'll visit you in the hospital soon enough."

A queasy feeling came over the Scotsman at the thought. What would Khan, who didn't like doctors and hospitals at all, say to that?

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"Oh my god, Monty. What happened?"

He had just fallen asleep in the bed they had put him in when the sound of the door opening jolted him awake.

"Khan."

His husband was beside him within seconds and immediately stroked his cheek reassuringly. Worry lines stood on the man's forehead.

"I... I was going to clean the gutter, but.... then I got dizzy again and I guess I fell down. The doctor says I have a concussion."

Before Scotty had been taken to the room, they had run some tests on him, including a blood test. The results were still being processed, but Dr. McCoy - the doctor who had already taken care of him in the ambulance - had said he would be in touch soon.

"Why were you outside? You're supposed to be sick and resting."

Khan's voice sounded almost accusatory, and Scotty immediately felt ashamed.

"Aye. But... I've felt better. And I didn't want to just lie around uselessly while ye worked for our living."

For so long, he'd been home. They had moved to the U.S. two months ago, but no sooner had Scotty received his green card than he had fallen ill. Khan was taking loving care of him, in addition to his regular work, but every time Scotty was reasonably well and wanted to start working again, his condition worsened again.

It was always the same. And Scott just couldn't take it anymore.

"Monty, you're not useless. And if I didn't have you... what would become of me?"

Khan pressed a tender kiss to Scotty's cheek before pulling something out of the bag he was carrying.

"Here. I brought you your tea. It always helps with dizziness, doesn't it?"

Aye. The tea Khan had brought him back from one of his business trips could really work wonders.

Quickly, Khan opened the thermos and poured some tea into the cap. With shaking hands, Scott reached for the drink. He was still a little unsteady in his movements.

"Hold on. I'll do it."

Scotty nodded gratefully as Khan held the cap to his mouth and helped him drink.

"Thank ye. That feels good," he sighed in relief after taking a few sips.

"Anything for you."

Khan gently ran his hand through Scotty's hair, but looked over his shoulder as the door opened.

Dr. McCoy entered the room. His expression didn't say much and his gaze was absorbed in a file.

"How are you, Mr. Sco-" He stopped when he saw the other man sitting next to the bed. Quickly, Khan got to his feet.

"Hello, doctor. I... am the husband. Khan Singh."

Dr. McCoy eyed the hand offered to him critically, but finally accepted it and shook it.

"Dr. McCoy. I wonder if you could explain to me why your husband is out on a ladder when he's having dizzy spells?"

Scotty could see Khan's face darken. He just didn't like doctors. Still, he tried to keep a smile.

"Monty said he was feeling better already. And I wasn't home. But I promise you, I'll pay better attention from now on."

Dr. McCoy looked from one person present to the other, one eyebrow raised.

"Why didn't you see a doctor before?"

Almost protectively, Khan stepped closer to his husband's bedside.

"Well... we don't think very highly of regular medicine. In my experience, doctors usually do more damage to you than they do to fix things."

The doctor just nodded before his gaze fell on the thermos, which by now was sitting on the bedside table.

"Oh really? You... tend to prefer... alternative medicine?"

Khan held the doctor's gaze and Scotty almost shuddered. What was going on here? Something was very wrong.

"Indeed, doctor. This tea is helping my husband recover. I got it from a South American tribe."

Through one of the room's not-quite-closed window panes, Scotty spotted something that startled him greatly.

Police men. What were the police doing here in front of his room?

Khan seemed to have noticed it too, because he stepped even closer to Scotty.

"Why don't we continue this conversation outside? We don't want to stress your husband unnecessarily, do we?"

The doctor's voice sounded almost threatening. Scotty grabbed Khan's arm, looking uncertainly from one man to the other.

"M-mo ghràdh?"

But Khan didn't look at him at first. His gaze lingered on Dr. McCoy before slowly turning to Scotty.

"Whatever this man is going to tell you, don't believe a word he says. I love you, Monty. And I'm the only one who can help you get better."

Scotty could only watch helplessly as Khan left the room with Dr. McCoy. His beloved husband, who always took care of him, was ripped from his life. Just because he had had a stupid accident.

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A little later Scotty learned what was going on. Apparently, traces of a poison had been found in his blood that had been fed to him over a long period of time. Since Dr. McCoy had already seen similar cases and was familiar with the substance, he had immediately informed the police to be on the safe side.

Munchausen by proxy syndrome. In most cases it was mothers who deliberately made their children ill in order to then act as loving saviors. But in the rare case of Munchausen by adult proxy syndrome, it was also adults who poisoned their partners.

It was a mental illness. An illness that would have eventually took Scotty's life if he hadn't had that accident and that doctor.

#juneofdoom #june of doom #day 23 #whump #whump challenge #how many fingers am i holding up #poison #star trek #montgomery scott #khan noonien singh #khan/scotty #dr. leonard mccoy #christine chapel #munchausenbyproxy

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wonderlandleighleigh · 2 years

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"Stop banging on my door!"

(angst and talk of drug use under the cut)

"In your dreams!"

Lenny practically snarls as he yanks the door open, staring at her with anger in her eyes Midge isn't used to.

But they've been having this fight for a while now.

"I told you to leave me alone, Midge," he says, pointing at her harshly. "I said I don't need your pity or your charity or whatever the hell else. Leave!"

She crosses her arms and lifts her chin. "No."

For her trouble, the door is slammed in her face, and she just starts banging on it again. "Open up!"

"Go back to New York!"

"Not until you put the fucking needle down and talk to me!"

It somehow gets his attention, and he opens the door again, slower this time, and she gets a better look at him.

Pale.

Too thin.

Ashamed.

Midge wants to fucking cry, but she carefully steps into the house instead, looking around the clutter. "Where are Sally and Kitty?" she asks quietly.

"The beach," he mutters. "Ma realized I was having a bad weekend, packed up the kid and left."

She nods slowly, turning to look at him.

"You shouldn't be here," he tells her. "Really, Midge. Just- just go home."

"Where's Lotus?"

"I broke up with her," he mutters. "She deserves better. You did, too."

She takes a deep breath and sets her bag down. "Did you ever stop to think maybe you do, too, Lenny?"

"I'm done," he says. His voice is so quiet she can barely hear it. "I'm done, Midge."

"Done with what?"

"Everything," he tells her. "I'm - there's nothing-" he shrugs helplessly and looks at her. "I'll be gone soon, and you won't have to worry so much anymore."

"I see we've fallen back into our drama queen tendencies," she teases a little.

It gets little response other than the aversion of his eyes.

Midge steps closer to him slowly. Almost carefully, but he doesn't back away like she's worried he will, and when she gets close enough, she reaches up and cups his face, her thumb stroking his jaw gently. "You're spiraling."

"Yeah."

"All is not well."

"No."

They stand there like that for a long time, and she wracks her brain for what to do. He doesn't want to be fixed, but it's intensely clear that if he doesn't get some help the only thing left to fix will be her remarks for a eulogy.

So she takes a breath and takes a proverbial leap.

"Run away with me."

He looks absolutely confounded by the statement. "Run..."

"Away with me," she finishes. "We'll hop in the car, we'll find a cabin to rent for a couple of months in the middle of nowhere where you can puke your guts out and go through withdrawal in peace. I'll feed you and write jokes-"

"Midge-"

"Don't think, let's just go."

"Midge. You can't do that."

"I'm an adult. My kids are taken care of. I'm on hiatus from work anyway to write new material anyway-"

"You need to gig."

"I need you to be okay," she tells him, looking him in the eyes. "I don't care if we spend two months together and get you clean and you never speak to me again. I just- I need to know that -" she stops, sudden tears starting to gather in her eyes. She takes a breath, willing them back. "I need you to be okay."

His grip on her wrists his gentle, but he doesn't say anything.

"I know how selfish I am," she tells him. "I know how selfish I'm being. Asking you to do this because I need you around. I know that. But it's still true, and I'm enough of an asshole to ask you to do it. So?"

He lets out a short, tired laugh at that. "I..."

"You want to," she smirks. "I know you. And that look like you're going to give in is very familiar, because I was very good at eliciting that look a number of years ago when you saw me naked all the time."

He lets go of her wrists and covers his face with his hands, taking a deep breath. It's clear he doesn't know whether to laugh or cry or both.

"Tell me to leave and you'll never see me again," she promises. "But come with me, and maybe we can put some things back together for you."

"Don't you have a fiance waiting for you back east?" he asks, obviously still bewildered.

"Who, Gordon?" she snorts. "God, you really are fucked up. A year ago you would have clocked the lack of engagement ring in seconds."

"What happened?" Lenny asks, lowering his hands to look at her.

She shrugs. "He left me. The usual reasons. I'm too much. I'm too funny. I'm too smart. I'm too successful. And I'm too in love with someone else."

They stare at each other for a long, long moment, before his shoulders slump.

"I cannot believe I'm fucking saying yes to this."

Midge beams. "Leave a note for Sally and Kitty. I'll call Lotus so she doesn't worry. And my parents. We'll pack your bags and then we'll go."

He nods, still standing still as Midge whirls around him, getting the checklist done without him. Writes the note. Calls Lotus. Calls her parents. Throws clothes and toiletries in an old duffel bag she finds in a closet.

When she gets back down the stairs, he's still standing there, looking tired.

Midge reaches out for his hand, squeezing it gently. "Ready?"

"No."

"Gonna follow me anyway?" she asks.

Lenny nods, and they head out the door.

#fic #au #tmmm #Midge/Lenny #Midge x Lenny #angst

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clementineskesh · 2 years

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Hadrian, I hope this letter makes it to you as quickly as I'm writing it. Thoughts have been churning in my head during a long walk home, and I wanted to put them to paper before they were lost. Before they were dulled in my mind and couldn't be of any use. I walked far today. Deep in the woods and around the curve of the branch they grow from, there's a clearing where plant life suddenly shifts. Where grass has found a home along these incredible fruit trees. They grow tall and thin enough to make for perfect firewood, and they're always bearing fruit. So, I'd set out for both. But I discovered something else on my way there. A pile of dead wet wood that didn't belong. I was immediately annoyed by the sight. The branches that had broken its fall and the rot that it would cause if I left it there were all I could think of as I worked with haste and with frustration. Distracted by the second job of cleaning I now had before I could return home. It wasn't until I approached it, that I saw it for what it really was. On the line where wet wood met dry, small holes were carved into the tree by the dozens. In different sizes and different shapes. A community of creatures, some strange bugs that I doubt have even been named, worked along the edges separating the wet wood into thin string. Some delivering those strings deeper down, for what use I didn't know and didn't need to.

I froze at the sight of it. Of all of this life. And every emotion that I have ever felt, which is way way too many, pulled into my stomach like bile. I felt so cold suddenly. And I wasn't sure if it was from that memory in Old Man’s Chin or that in these moments when it feels like my blood is replaced by shame, that the warmth is taken from me, too. I was taken back to that time in an instant. This disgusting thing. This community that loved it. And me, who knew nothing and could do nothing but harm. You know I'm not ashamed to admit that the sight of these bugs brought tears to my eyes, but I'm sure I looked like a jackass, and I'd earned it. I left it as it was, and I rushed home to this paper. To you. In the time that it took me to finally sit down, I'm still unable to separate emotion from thought enough to twist how I feel into something usable. Into some gift worth preaching.

When I tried to help the Weaver King those years ago, did I fail because I had no respect for it? Is it that selfishness was so seeped into my mind that I couldn't bring my hand to steady those buckets of water, couldn't make my legs walk farther because I didn't care? And what does it even mean now? What does it even matter that I know the King's name and voice, but I'm still as quick as ever to treat pieces of it like a stranger? Like something worthless.

I still get caught in the trap of trying to weigh every moment in my life, in trying to separate the good from the bad, trying to make one pile bigger than the other. Life and action are never that easy. And I'm not some coin spinning in the air waiting to fall to good or bad. When I remember these moments, and I feel the shame, and I try to think of all of the times in my life that I felt so sure, so right, so confident about something, it feels like a part of me that I need to crush. To bury deep down in me that I can't guide me anymore. But this feeling saved me more than once. And it saved you. And it saved everything I've held dear. The shame saves me, too. I can't grow, and I can't live, and I can't change without knowing when I'm wrong.

As I was thinking, Adelaide said- And listen, I know we said no literal word of god stuff, but she said, ‘If you know what you're doing, regret isn't a leak in the ship. It's a rudder.’ I'm sorry to only bring you this rambling. To give you the job of spinning it into something grand. But you were always better at it than me. I hope if the rain we just had made its way to you, it’ll pass. It'll do the same that it did here. And those trees around our little church will blossom as bright and beautiful as your voice carrying our lessons.

I've included some of the fruit from my trip alongside this letter. They make incredible jam, but you should try them sliced with a little bit of salt. Trust me. Love, Hella

#hella's letter #spring in hieron #hieron #friends at the table #the second spring #f@tt

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jaybird-fanfics · 4 months

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Burnt Out: Chapter Fifteen

You were back at Dabi's apartment, Toga was helping tend to your wounds. As she did so, neither of you spoke, both unsure of what to say. While you were ashamed that someone knew about your situation with Ryuji, Toga didn't to say anything to upset you any further. Though she was curious, she admits. Mostly about what your history was with Dabi, and why you meant so much to him. Thankfully the silence wouldn't last much longer, as the door opened up, Dabi making his way through. Toga looks to him before briefly turning her attention back to you. "Looks like he won." She says with a grin before standing up from the couch. She walks away from you towards Dabi. "I'm sure you two need some alone time, so I'll be heading out." Dabi glances at her. "Better keep your mouth shut about this to Shigaraki." Toga chuckles. "Yeah yeah. Don't worry, I'm no snitch. See you around." She waved her hand before leaving you and Dabi. Dabi's gaze fell onto you, before he could get a word out. You stood and rushed to him, grabbing him into a hug. Dabi wrapped his arms around you as your body shook, crying into his chest. He rubbed your back soothingly. "It's alright. He's gone now. That jackass can't hurt you anymore." He says softly. You clutched onto his shirt, choked sobs leaving you. He's gone. He's gone, finally he's gone. And Dabi's still here with you. "Toya..." You cried. Dabi hushed you gently, he lead you back to the couch and sat you down on his lap. He pulled back from the hug, only to wipe away a few of your tears. He took a long look at your face and body, bruised and bandaged. It was a fucking shame, that your beautiful skin had to be tainted by such a shitty excuse for a human being. Multiple times you had suffered at his hands, but not anymore. Dabi internally smirked and reveled in the memory of Ryuji's dying screams of agony.

Dabi moved some stray strands of hair away from your face. Despite the bruises, you still kept your beauty in his eyes. You've looked past his scars, why shouldn't he do the same for you? He smiled softly before closing the gap between you both and met his lips with your own. You sighed shakily into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut. If you could, you'd stay in the moment with him forever. Just enjoying him, his soft touches, his love. And that's what it was, Dabi loved you. He's always loved you, even back then, and you were just too blind at the time to see it. But it's so clear to you now. It was clear that night you two spend together. When the two of you separated from the kiss, you spoke with a soft and whispered breath. "I love you Toya." You lean forwards to kiss him again, this one shorter however. "I love you so much." Your voice started to tremble. "And I can't thank you enough for everything you've done." Dabi's hand found its way to your own. "You don't have to thank me." He tells you. "I'm just glad you're ok."

"I was so stupid. I should have never trusted him." You sniffle. "That day, I should have just ignored him. I let him sweet talk me into thinking he was actually good. That he actually cared about me. None of this would have happened if I had just..." You trailed off. Your heart felt heavy, deep regret setting in as everything had come crashing down on you all at once. All those years, you were used and abused over and over, not just from Ryuji, but from the many others you were forced to sleep with. All that pain. All that time wasted. All because you decided to trust Ryuji. He has reduced you into...this. A broken shell of what you once were. The life you had, that light, the spark within you, destroyed into near nothingness. At one point, you were sure it had been. That there was nothing left for you in the end. Because in life, all you were good for was using your body to please others. You contributed nothing to the world around you. You did things you are not proud of. And one day, when you die, there would be no one to mourn you. You would not be missed. You were just another unfortunate soul, who was swept up into a tragic way of life. No friends, no family. Alone, with the choices you made, willingly or not.

All had seemed hopeless. And there were nights where you considered taking your own life, just to end the cycle of pain. But that was all before Toya had entered your life once more.

Even as he is now, he continues to light up your broken world. He made you feel as if you were still new, still that same innocent girl from before. Though he was a villain, he would forever be your hero. Whether he wants to acknowledge it or not. Had life just turned out a little differently, you didn't doubt for a second that he could have done for others what he's done for you. But no one can predict the way life works, it can be cruel and unfair, and some things will happen that are out of anyone's control. Maybe he could have done some things a little differently, maybe you could have too. But who's to say if things would have been any better for either of you? What did matter right now, is that you both had each other again. And as long as you both would live, there would be nothing or no one that would ever get in the way of that again. Life is unpredictable, yet so precious. All the more reason to never separate again.

"He manipulated you. He saw a pretty girl down on her luck and tricked you into thinking he wanted to help you." Dabi tells you. "I should have been there." His expression fell into one of anger and frustration. Not towards anyone but himself. "If I had just been there for you, you wouldn't have ended up in that situation in the first place. That fucker would have never got to you, and you would have been spared all his bullshit." You gripped onto Dabi's hand slightly. "I don't blame you." You tell him. "But I do wish you would have came to me when all that shit happened to you. I would have done anything to try and help you out of that mess." Dabi sighed, his head fell onto your shoulder. "I didn't want you involved. Besides, I was too far gone. You would have just gotten hurt." You wanted to argue, but Dabi continued. "You shouldn't worry about me. It's my old man you should be worrying about. He's gonna regret ever having brought me into this world when I get my hands on him...All in time." Dabi smirked. "For though." He looks down at you. "You're my main priority. As long as I breathe, you will never live in fear or suffering again. I'll make sure of it." Well, he's already made sure of it. He decided not to think about it right now, he just wanted to enjoy you until morning came.

"I don't want to burden you." You say. Dabi scoffed. "You are never a burden. Take that back." He plants a soft kiss on your cheek. "You think I'd keep anyone around that I felt like got in my way? Hell no. You topple over everyone else, you're always going to be more important. Always." You couldn't help but smile. He never fails. You lean into him, resting your head on his chest. "You better not regret saying that." Dabi falls back onto the couch, keep you close as he laid down. He kissed the top of your head before speaking. "Never in a million years, would I ever regret someone like you being in my life." Your heart skipped a beat at his words. Then a tiny yawn left you. God, you've never felt more exhausted before tonight. It felt like you hadn't slept in days. You slowly let your eyes fall to a close, listening to the sound of Dabi breathing before finally slipping into sleep.

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