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Part 4!!
Fuck these men :)
You roll your neck, trying to loosen muscles tense from keeping your head locked in place. Hard work denying natural instinct to look at whoever is speaking, but the 141 doesn’t deserve any more of your attention than they’ve already stolen. Even if they didn’t know they had it at the time.
You’ll have to ask Nikto if he’ll massage out the knot forming there. He’s handy with anatomy like that.
“Listen, about what happened…” Gaz starts.
“Not relevant,” you snap, crouching behind a barrel.
“I’d say it’s pretty relevant,” he replies. “It’s not right, how we left things.”
You nearly snarl. ‘Not right’ is the understatement of the bloody century.
You twist on him. “You’re being unprofessional. Shut up and take this seriously, Garrick.”
You duck as a sniper shot pings dangerously close to your head. Spot Nikto across the way, hand-signaling to ask if you need back up. You reply with a ‘no’ and turn back to Gaz.
Thankfully, it seems he’s caught the message and keeps his mouth shut for the rest of the stupid drill. You resist a snappish comment when it’s over. Up until Gaz starts up again.
“I just think you deserve—”
“I don’t care what you think I deserve,” you interrupt. “I know what I deserve. And it’s a partner that can keep their feelings in their vest.”
Speaking of, Nikto appears at your side like a shadow in shifting light. There’s a disapproving tilt to his head, aimed at Gaz. You shake your head and tap your knuckles against his.
“Need a water break?” You ask, worried about how long he’s been under the helmet.
He shakes his head, then surprises you by bumping his forehead against yours — his version of a kiss. Even in private those are rare. You hum at him.
“Thank you, Nik.”
You have to run the next drill with Soap. Know from the start he’s going to be a stubborn prick about it. Can see it in the set of his jaw and the flicker in his eye.
“Didnae have to be a knob to Gaz,” he says.
You don’t respond, slipping away as the exercise begins. He calls after you and hurries to catch up, nearly blowing your cover.
“He feels bad enough for what happened, ye know.”
You level him a cool, blank stare. “You speak for him now?”
His eyes narrow. “If you won’t give him the chance to, aye.”
You knock his leg out from under him and fire at the “enemy” combatant, Nova. She sportingly goes down, but mutters that you should have let her take the shot. You should have.
“You compromise this drill again,” you tell a toppled Soap, “I’ll tell Laswell direct that you don’t belong on this mission.”
You spin on your heel and continue the exercise, ignoring any and all attempts by Soap to get you to speak again. At the very least, he picks up the slack, earns his callsign.
Nova finds you again when it’s over, arms around your neck and chest plastered to your back.
“Look’it you go, mamas,” she coos. “Shot me through the heart all over again.”
You laugh bending your legs to let her hop up for a piggy back ride. Yeah, you’re tired. But never too tired to carry your girl around. She giggles in your ear as you carry her off back to your captain for her next drill.
“With Price now,” he says, tucking your hair behind your ear.
“Sure thing, boss,” you answer, doing a good impression of enthusiasm.
You know your place, settle into position just behind Price’s left side. No overtures about the past this time. Whatever iota of lingering respect you have for him grows as you complete the drill flawlessly. When it’s over, the two of you are at the furthest point from the designated “start”. And that’s when he decides to open his stupid mouth.
“It wasn’t personal, you know,” he says.
You smooth out your expression even though you don’t turn to him, already starting back.
“Okay.”
“It was the best call,” he explains, falling into step with you.
You tilt him a sideways look, don’t even bother with your full gaze. Spent far too much time looking up to him, by your estimate.
“Okay.”
“I look out for my soldiers.”
You turn forward again. “I wouldn’t know.”
Your captain happens to intercept, sweeping you up with one arm. You yelp, though can’t help grinning as you hook your fingers in one of his chest straps.
“Shouldn’t sneak up like that, sir,” you scold.
“That’s how I’ll know when I need to retire,” he replies with a crooked grin. “When I can’t sneak up on you anymore.”
You huff, snatching his sunglasses off his face to wear all the way back to the start point. Keegan meets you, looks directly at you as he salutes.
“Captain,” he says.
You laugh, give your CO his glasses back.
“Keeping fuckin’ around, Russ,” the captain rumbles, “I’ll take it out of your ass later.”
You gasp, scandalized, and laugh as the little skin visible through his smearing face paint turns pink.
“Off with you, girl,” your captain says. “We’re done after this, so keep it quick and clean.”
“Yessir,” you reply, jogging off to meet Ghost.
Fucking Ghost.
You don’t spare him a single look as you set up for the exercise. If nothing else, you have every expectation that he won’t say a single goddamn thing to you. No attempted apologies, no reprimands, no justifications. Just radio silence, like always.
What you don’t expect is for him to treat you like nothing’s changed. Like you’re still a fresh transfer that can’t watch their own six. You consider just putting your “gun” away and trailing after him until the exercise is over, but that would be just slightly too immature.
So you suck it up, grit your teeth, and do your job. Up until he gets in the fucking way. You’re about to get a sneaky shot on Keegan — a rare thing indeed — but Ghost moves. Goes out of his way to get the shot you already had and loses you both the element of surprise.
“Fucking oaf,” you snarl, scrambling behind a wall. “Is this your first fucking day or something?”
His eyes flash across the corridor. “What the fuck did you just say?”
You don’t reply, getting low and kicking your boot off, carefully sneaking it towards the corner like you’re trying to peek out. Keegan comes around, aiming too high and in the wrong direction, and Ghost shoots him.
Keegan “goes down” — goes out of his way to land on you, actually. You huff and shove at him.
“It’s not nap time,” you groan.
“Can’t hear you, I’m dead.”
You snort and shimmy out from under him. Not so different from most mornings, actually.
“If you two are done…” Ghost growls.
You suck your teeth and stalk off, giving Keegan one last pat to the back. The rest of the drill is barely civil, Ghost’s eyes more on you than on the training grounds.
When it’s finally, finally over, you sigh and pause, trying to work out that knot again.
“Haven’t changed a bit, have you?” Ghost sneers.
It’s meant to hurt. Meant to piss you off. Maybe remind you of the last things he said to you. You don’t look at him, bending to re-lace your boots. Thrilled to realize it’s like poking at an old scar. The skin is deadened, even though a mark remains.
“Fuck you’re so immature,” he growls.
You straighten and just start walking. Keegan finds you almost instantly.
“The hell was that about earlier?” He asks, frown audible.
“Ugh, he got in the way. I would have fuckin’ had you, otherwise.”
His eyes spark with outrage. “He fuckin’ what?” He snarls, turning like he’s about to say something to Ghost. Which… no. Just not worth it.
“Keegs,” you sigh, “c’mon, I told you this would happen. He’s not worth it.”
He scoffs, laces his fingers with yours. “‘Course he’s not. Don’t waste bullets on the dead, right?”
You snort and tug him along. The rest of your team will be waiting.
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We Keep Allowing This To Happen - F1 Grid
Summary: F2 young talent, signed to get on the grid for 2025 and take the seat Fernando Alonso is leaving in Aston Martin, breaks the entire sports hearts in one fatal race.
Kind of Alonso focused but also very much the rest of the F1 grid are present.
I'm sad right now, and when I'm sad I write sad things. So...character death 🤪. Kind of just writing this for myself.
Warnings: Major character death, race crash, edit: THIS IS VERY SAD - if comments are to be trusted you might end up crying at this fic so proceed with caution
No part 2 requests please
When the news broke on media day in Imola, that y/n was moving up into F1 to take Fernando's seat for 2025 while he moves to Mercedes (ahahahaha prediction? I'd love to see it ngl), the entire grid was beyond excited to see her leading the way for women in the sport to be taken seriously among the rest of the F1 drivers.
"Hey, there she is! You are welcome, I put your name forward and like a wise man, Lawrence listens." Fernando laughs as y/n grins walking through the paddock. "We have been asked only about you."
"I hope you'd kept saying good things." Y/n jokes before seeing Carlos with Max and Lando, her feet rushing a few steps forward. "Carlos!"
"Yeah, we mean nothing." Lando comments only for her to move to him in a hug. "Congratulations, y/n. Don't come in and outdrive the rest of us when you get here."
"Oh right, go easy on you." Y/n nods then moving to Max who holds her especially tightly because the man loves a hug and he's actually very proud of her too. "Basically part of the family already."
"You are part of the family." Carlos states as she is placed back on her feet.
"How are you feeling about the feature race? You got a podium yesterday, right?" Lando asks as they all sort of move to stand out the way of others in the paddock. Though more and more drivers seem to spot y/n and eagerly congratulate her on the news.
"You know if you all really want to support me, you should all come watch the F2 race." Y/n grins making them look at her and for a moment she's sure they'll say no.
"We will make it happen." Fernando confirms for her earning a grin before she moves through them giving fist bumps and a couple a kiss on the cheek before announcing she does actually have to go and get ready for the race.
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"And there is all the F1 drivers, gathered on the balcony above none other than y/n y/l/n's pit box. They have all been so vocal about how excited they are to see her in an F1 car. I'm excited to see her in an F1 car too." Alex J comments as the broadcast begins. "It's really great to see them rallying around and just showing such massive support. As far as I know she did ask if they would watch so they've all put media duties on hold to watch the F2 race in solidarity to be there for her which is just...amazing."
"It's incredible. I mean she's already showing her cards of popularity, and we know a lot of those drivers wouldn't bother being there if she didn't have the talent to back up her seat."
Y/n is starting P3 and the group of drivers have positioned themselves to wave at her as she climbs into the car, then cheering loudly when she wavers back giving them a thumbs up eagerly before clapping in applause back at them. They don't need to see under her helmet to know she's smiling and she doesn't need to be right in front of them to see the beaming prideful smiles as they watch her.
Safe to say they really are her top fans.
Once she's strapped in they also seem to go silent, watching the formation lap then waiting for lights out.
Her get away is beautiful but so is P1 and P2s.
It's when her tyre gets clipped just ahead of tamburello that suddenly the true speed of those cars feels all too real, her car is in the gravel at 190mph and not even the rocks slow it down, only leaving the car to dig into it and flip several times, body parts of the car flying of and the tyres swing.
Anyone who was sat down is stood in shock as they watch her car end up back on track, another car smacking into where her body sits, even at the lowered cautious speed, everyone can see it's not a great addition to whatever injuries she's already endured.
Safety car, medical car, ambulances and the red flag all come out while the drivers disappear from their spot of watching. Either too panicked to watch from such a public spot or to demand for information from anyone they can speak to.
It went from everything moving too quickly to things moving impossibly slow. No one could say anything other than she's being air lifted straight to the nearest hospital.
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Hours later the F1 race had been delayed.
The drivers had debated going forward with the race in a last minute meeting called with the FIA president.
Y/n had been pronounced dead less than an hour after the crash.
Her body had gone into shock from the injuries and she'd gone into cardiac arrest with no successful resuscitation in the helicopter.
Her body isn't even cold yet.
"We race for y/n." Fernando states having gone through his sadness and now just feeling nothing but anger.
He's angry that it happened. Angry that she's gone. Angry that she will never live the dream she was less than a year away from having tightly within her grasp.
Y/n deserved to live and she deserved to race.
They agree that if anyone does not feel that they can race, then they have the option to not take part.
So 4 hours delayed, the F1 race is finally underway with going ahead.
They'd already kicked fans out of grandstands following y/n's crash and the initial decision for the race to not go forward.
With no preparation of sticker like in previous races, markers write her driver number down and name on their liveries. Helmets have the same treatment.
Then they walk down to the grid. Max carrying her second helmet that was not used in race.
Her family wasn't even there. The F1 drivers and the small F2 team are the people who are there for her as they place her helmet down then following with their own helmets being placed down.
They are each wearing a black band around their biceps, a gesture of death within the sport.
The silence is agonising before the minute of silence to honour her has even begun. There's no words. Nothing that can be said to make it better, nothing that can bring her back and no one wants to try because they know that motorsports is dangerous but it doesn't make it any easier.
"This race, with the greatest of respect to every single driver both in this race and in motorsports every where, is going to be one of the hardest races to go forward. For viewers at home, the drivers are driving in honour of the young talent that is y/n y/l/n, who was due to join them next season in Aston Martin. It's impossible to explain the sort of pain that comes with losing someone like y/n from the sport. She was an irreplaceable personality, one of the kindest and brightest people I've ever met. young and determined, I feel blessed to have known her, as I'm sure many do." Martin states as the drivers move to their cars.
"It is one of the greatest losses of the sport that is for certain and we have missed out on seeing someone who surely would've brought a new life to F1 as she did through each racing series she took part in." Crofty confirms as they await the starting procedure.
The world watches as the drivers try to shake off emotion, blank their minds to focus.
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"Max obviously, an impossible win to celebrate with the events that have happened today. How are you feeling?"
It seems a stupid question, Max did try to hide the tears he shed on that podium with Lando and Lewis.
Nobody cheered, only a soft applause. No champagne showers.
"I feel like today was one of the darkest in recent F1 history. On this occasion we cannot blame anyone. It was a racing incident, it was not a matter of track conditions or the skill of the driver. But it was fatal and we lost a life, a friend and someone we had all considered family." Max states then clearing his throat. "We're done here. Thank you."
"Thank you, Max."
A few more drivers come through voicing the ache that's felt across the paddock today.
"Fernando, we are-"
"I don't wish to speak about anything but the race. The race was one of the hardest races I have done, but I think I did well to take top 5. We had some issues with the car, the track temperature was very low, bad for tyres. We will look into data, make sure next race we are performing better." Fernando states saying everything he wants to say before leaving the media pen entirely.
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Her funeral was arranged so all drivers who wanted to attend from any of the three formula series could attend between the Monaco and Canada GPs.
Fernando, Charles, Carlos, Pierre, Lando and Max had taken the task of carrying her coffin.
It felt so light and empty. A painful reminder of how young and fragile she was despite her skill in racing making her seem older and her personality making her seem indestructible.
They each were given the opportunity to speak about her. But none of them have the courage to say anything.
Instead they sit feeling hollowed out. The photo of her F2 win in Jeddah less than 3 months ago enlarged and stood beside her coffin.
Even just the happiness from her in that moment radiates from the photo but makes no effect to the mood of the room. Especially as her mother goes up.
"First of all, I want to thank every single driver who came out of their way between races to be here. I know y/n would be just...bragging about it to all of us. She adored each and every one of you, before the race she'd called me to say that she'd asked the F1 grid to watch the race and she was sure that you guys meant it when you all said yes. To know she was so happy in her last race brings me some peace and I will never be able to thank you enough for that. But I also can't apologise enough that you never got to watch her finish that race like she had wanted you all to." Her mum starts making a shaky smile before looking down, tears already dripping from her face as the room almost waits for her to collapse from the weight of her visible grief.
The pause as she tries to regather herself is a patient one, no one even considering to rush the mother.
"Y/n would be making fun of me for what I'm about to say but I think I need to say all this. Y/n was my sun. My universe revolved around her and the world suddenly feels like everything has turned to darkness for me. I wish there was someone to blame, someone to put at fault. But y/n would also never forgive me for doing that even if there was. She was...selfless, perhaps not on track in the car, but outside her soul was one of the few that improved humanity. I might be bias, but I think she would've led her way into F1 and put every other driver to shame, sorry boys." She jokes earning flickers of smiles but no one can put their whole into it. "I hope she goes on to be remembered, to live on in ways that her body can't and I thank anyone who helps me on the mission to make sure that happens."
Heads drop just at the thought of her being forgotten. That she becomes another name in a list of fatalities in motorsport and nothing more.
As her mother steps down Fernando suddenly finds himself up on his feet.
"May I?" He asks with no plan of what he wants to say but knowing her wants to say something.
"Of course, please."
He suddenly finds himself at the front of the room, y/n behind him, the photo of her beside him and the overfilled aisles of people in front of him. All the F1 drivers are red-eyed and look miserable, just like everyone else in the room.
"I knew y/n, I had watched her when she was in the F4 championship and won. She embarrassed the other drivers, but because she was a woman, there was no skipping steps. She spent three years in F3 before a team in F2 got smart and gave her a seat. She was set for an F1 career because she was one of the best and we all knew it. But beyond that, as her mother said she was a glowing diamond in the world and the sport has felt this loss like no other. We will forever be trying to race and drive and live up to the level I know she would've achieved with only a bit-a bit more time." Fernando states feeling his throat begin to tighten before he composes himself again. "I consider myself very lucky to have known her, even luckier to have seen her race and I know I speak for all of us within F1, that we intend to never let her name be forgotten. By any means, she will reach F1 in death as she was taken too soon in life."
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Invisible
This is a SAD story with no heartwarming happy end or moment of redemption. It's the middle of the night and I feel depressed, so why not write some sad fiction
You've loved Sanji for a while, but he doesn't even see you. When Nami asks to switch bodies for a day, you experience his devotion for a short while - before going back to being invisible for him
Part 2
Part 3 is actually a choose your own adventure type!
Part 3.1: Zoro or Sanji?
Part 3.2: Law or Sanji?
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You weren't sure what she was planning, but Nami assured you that it was of the utmost importance that she borrow your body for a day. She also swore by her mother's trees that it wasn't anything illegal. And also all the money you owed her would be forgotten - so it seemed overall like an acceptable deal.
She somehow blackmailed your crews ally Trafalgar Law into this to make the switch. So when you anchored at an amusement island full of casinos and shopping opportunities, you found yourself in the thin, busty, long legged body of hers.
You looked down at her - in your body - and couldn't help but frown at the small, mousy girl looking up at you with Nami's glint in her eyes.
"Thanks Y/n, take good care of my body. See you tonight!" She saluted you and sprinted off the ship with determination.
Unsure what to do, you wobbled to Nami's closet on your much to long legs that were in much too high heels. Hopefully she had something like a shirt, you felt naked in her Jeans and Bikini Top combo.
Eventually, you found a simple shirt with a round neck and some flats and felt more like yourself immediately.
Getting out into the sun, you enjoyed the feeling of a cool breeze playing with her long hair and sighed.
"Oh Nami-swaaaaan how wonderful to see you this morning! I made extra tasty breakfast for you todaaayyyy!" Sanji screamed with his usual slurred voice. It took you a few seconds to make the connection that he, indeed, was talking to you. Or Nami, wich was gone for the day.
You turned and looked at Sanji who was prancing towards you with heart eyes and an excited expression.
"May I accompany you to the table mademoiselle?" He held out his arm.
You took it, and your heart already pounded like mad in your chest. He was gorgeous, smart and charming. He was strong and kind and had dominated your thoughts since you joined the crew.
Too bad you never lived up to the standard he had for women. Small, mousy, not at all shapely or beautiful. He treated you friendly, but way too often he seemed to overlook you. And he never, ever treated you like your female crewmates.
So this felt new and exciting, his blue eyes looked at you for the first time, really seeing, even if it was not you he really looked at.
Happily, you let him walk you to breakfast and push your chair to the table that was already loaded with all kinds of the crew's favorite food.
"Y/n not coming?" He asked when one seat remained empty.
"She left for the city just a few minutes ago" you answered.
"Very well" He said and absent mindedly took the plate and cutlery away to make place.
Usually, you ate and goofed around with Usopp and Chopper, but of course, you are not here, Nami is. You've barely taken a bite out of your toast when Sanji already inquired if it's to your liking, while simultaneously barking at Luffy and Zoro to remember their manners.
"Nami-swaaan, my sunshine, my diamond, do you need anything else?" He asked, totally in love.
"Uhm, maybe a tea?" You answered, still a little perplexed. He never asked you anything like that before.
"Tea? Of course, right away my angel!" He cooed and hurried back to the kitchen, preparing the tea.
The rest of the breakfast continued just like that - Sanji asking endlessly for your wishes and getting to work immediately when you so much as whispered an answer.
Afterwards, everyone was getting ready to explore the island. You were planning to look through a few bookstores and end the day reading at a cafe.
"Nami-swaaaan, may I accompany you to the city? I will carry all your shopping bags!" He begged you eagerly.
"I don't plan on doing so much shopping..." You said with your hands raised in defense of his onslaught of affection.
"I'll just look around a bit and maybe get a book" you explained as Sanji already sank to one knee, taking your hand.
"Than I will be your bodyguard, the city is dangerous!" He informed you and like that, it was settled that he would come with you.
He wore one of his more casual outfits - a brightly colored hawaian shirt, a fitting tie and short cargo pants - so you two looked more like cringey tourists and less like pirates together.
Going with Sanji to explore the city felt almost like a date, commenting on clothing in shop windows and what would look so nice on Nami's body. You didn't plan on buying clothes that day, you didn't exactly know what she would like anyway, but he was very, very insisting that you at least try on a few things.
Unsure what to do, you left the decision to Sanji and he immediately lead you into one of the store
You tried a few things, just basic shirts and a dress, and of course it looked gorgeous on Nami. She could have worn a potatoe sack and look like a million beri. Sanji was almost swooning and loving every bit of it.
"So beautiful!" He gushed. "Nice body!" He squealed in delight. "Why don't you try this bikini?" He asked as he held up a few shreds of fabric.
"Why don't you try on something?" You asked him, already thinking what kinds of shirts or jackets would suit him best, and trying to discourage him from suggesting more revealing outfits.
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Meanwhile at the Casino
Nami wandered past the picture of herself with the fat letters "DO NOT BELIEVE THIS WOMAN" and chuckled to herself. The owner of that chain of casinos kind of had a grudge against her, but the new face she was wearing couldn't be more inconspicuous. And she didn't directly do anything illegal, so it will be absolute fine.
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You
Soon, you flattered him into wearing some nice shirts that accentuated his bright eyes and slender frame. Much like Nami, he could wear pretty much anything and look fabulous, now it was your turn to gush about his looks and search for more outfits.
"Are you sure you don't want to try any more?" He asked insecurely as you handed him another suit to try. He didn't seem to be used to being on that side of the conversation, he talked softly and shyly all of a sudden.
"Do you really think this looks good on me?" He would ask again and again, revealing his sweet side even more.
"Of course, Sanji-kun! You look so handsome in that shirt." You said and saw his cheeks flush like he was a cute maiden.
"In fact, I like it so much that I'll buy it for you" eliciting an expression of pure shock from him.
"That is so nice, but what interest do you want?" He asked, already afraid that he was driven into debt. Of course, Zoro already was looking at an amount he would never pay off in his life, something Sanjin surely wanted to avoid.
"No, I really want to give you a gift. Promise!" You said and took out your purse.
"Really? A gift from my beautiful Nami-swan? I was never more happy!" He was almost crying from joy.
Leaving the store, he hummed and cuddled the fine dress shirt that you bought him, thinking it was a gift from his beloved. He looked so happy and sweet, you would love to shower him with gifts endlessly.
"How about we take a break, eat lunch at a restaurant?" You asked him, getting used to interacting with him in this new constellation. Of course he would say yes and of course he would be delighted at the chance.
"Yes, of absolutely! I'll find the best restaurant in town for you!" He promised and already started to walk towards the restaurant mile.
Like a researcher, he studied every restaurant meticulously, almost like his life depended on it. After what felt like an eternity, he finally decided for a small seaside bistro that looked not at all fancy or outstanding.
As he guided you to a table, he explained: "it may not look like much but their kitchen is filled with fresh herbs and they have few, but excellent dishes."
And he was right, it was fresh and delicious. You used the opportunity to get to know him better, since he usually didn't talk so lengthy to you.
"Tell me about yourself? A few stories from the baratie perhaps?" You asked, shamelessly nosy.
He looked like you had just gifted him the all blue on a pladder.
"You really want to know? About me?" He tentatively asked.
You nodded.
"Oh damn...where should I start? There's so many stories..." Once he started he almost couldn't stop, he seemed delighted by Nami's attention. She usually treated him politely, but held him at arms length if she didn't need anything. You felt a bit bad for changing the relationship somewhat, but you couldn't help but bask just for this one day in his company. Those blue eyes fixed on you, sparkling with joy and love, his pretty mouth telling you about his life. Moments that could be treasured long after this freak magic ended.
You hung on his lips and both of you forgot the time. He told you about the cooks that raised him, how Zeff trained him and how he went from a clueless kid to a master cook.
It felt like you got to know so many new sides to him and you fell in love with all of them. You knew that he was kind, but you didn't know that he loved animals as well. When a cute dog wandered by - telling by his round shape no doubt the villages favorite stray - Sanji absent mindedly scratched it behind the ears and gave it his leftovers.
It got late and the sun was already low in the sky.
"Time to head home, I don't want Luffy to starve tonight" He said with a chuckle.
Over already? He finally relaxed and opened up like never before, desperate to get just a few more moments with him you said: "come on, it's not that late. I bet they already bought something to eat in town. Let's search for a nice spot and watch the sunset!"
He looked speechless, the cigarette he just lit hung loosely from his lips.
"Uhm...sunset...watch...together???" He stammered in shock. "SO IT IS A DATE" he screamed and proceeded to bleed waterfalls from his nose.
No! You promised you wouldn't get Nami into trouble.
"No! No date! You know what, this is my fault, let's get back to the ship." You protested and tried to save the situation.
"What date? Who said something about a date? I just wanted to...uhm..buy some dates for dessert, yes. Let's watch the sunset as friends." He tried to save the situation.
Lucky for him, all you wanted was this moment with him, but without getting Nami into a situation she didn't want.
You found a spot on a low brick wall along the beach and watched the sun paint the sky in violet, pink and soft blue. It was calm and peaceful and you took deep breaths as you took in the beautiful scenery.
You turned to look at Sanji, but he was already staring at you, his mouth open.
"You're so God damn fucking beautiful" He whispered.
"You look like an angel..." he continued and leaned in to kiss you with heavy lidded eyes, competitively enchanted. You forgot who you were and why you were here, all that existed was this gorgeous, soft, wonderful man and you. Your eyes fluttered shut as your heart kicked into overdrive.
"Oh Nami-San" He whimpered when you could already feel his deep, nervous breaths on your face - slapping you back into reality.
This was not your kiss to have. This man didn't even want you. What you did there was deeply, deeply wrong on many levels. You jerked back, gasping, leaving Sanji to lose his balance and crash to the pavement below.
"Oh Nami-swan, your love is hitting me like a brick wall" he said, looking up at you with crossed eyes and a bleeding nose.
Panic rose inside of you - not only did you practically lie to your crewmate Sanji, you abused the body of your friend as well. You looked down her body, reminding you that none of this should be happening. You grabbed the cook at his collar and heaved him up. Emulating Nami's more demanding voice you say:
"NOTHING happened between us today, you hear me? NOTHING. We had a nice shopping tour, ate something AND THAT'S IT."
Baffled and with slightly wet eyes, Sanji nodded.
"And now we're going home." You said and dragged him to his feet. Ignoring his softly whispered questions, you stalked back to the ship on long legs that weren't yours, left a helpless and absolutely devastated Sanji on deck, and shut yourself in the girl's room
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Meanwhile: Nami
A broad grin in her face and a big sack of money on her back, Nami left the casino. She won - fair and square. She didn't always need to revert to robbery to get what she wanted - give her a card table and a bit of time and she wins everything just like that.
Nami was banned from all major casinos, so she didn't get to play as much. It was so much fun, she may have overdone it with the beer a little...y/n would surely understand.
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You
Finally, Nami came back, a very sour looking Law in her grasp. After putting everyone in the right body again, Nami gave him a brown paper envelope that he checked briefly, called her a witch, and left for good.
Crushed by guilt and feeling strangely dizzy, you confessed your guilt.
"I swear nothing really happened...I told him to forget it...I'M SO. SO. SORRY!" You collapsed at her feet as she turned in front of the mirror, admiring herself.
"Ah, thanks for the heads up. I'll deal with him, don't worry." She said, totally relaxed as she squeezed her boobs in both hands and pursed her lips, admiring the pose in the mirror.
"God, I missed these two!" She finally exclaimed and dressed in a bikini top and hotpants.
"So he'll be a little more annoying than usual. No biggie. Oh and...by the way? Maybe stay away from casinos for a few months" She said with a wink and ran down to the kitchen for dinner.
You felt like you couldn't show your face to Sanji ever again, when you remembered that you didn't spend the day with him. Nami has. And she would handle it.
You swayed down the stairs and sat down, there was no plate in front of you. Fair enough, you weren't really hungry. You watched Sanji as he carefully wooed Nami with special treats and compliments, all the while looking sad and small. When you finally decided to get up and get your own plate, he mumbled "oh sorry y/n, didn't think you were coming" barely glancing at you. "Just help yourself" He said as he pointed to the mountains of food on the table.
He stalked around Nami for the whole evening, ignoring you completely. Now that you've known how his attention and love felt, his indifference stung more than you could ever have imagined. And there was nothing you could do about it, you were just you. Not interesting.
Tears welled up in your eyes and you excused yourself hastily, fully crying before you could reach the relative privacy of the girls dorm.
You were crying over your own shortcomings, over perfect moments that would never come back, over blue eyes that would never look at you ever again, your pathetic weakness. Agitated, you threw yourself on your bed, bud were unable to fall asleep.
You decided to take a bath to feel better, and it helped, even just a little. Spending a long time relaxing in the hot water, you finally got tired and decided to give sleep another try.
As you walked back to the girls room, shriveled up like dried fruit and with ouffy eyes, you saw Sanji lean over the railing, smoking and looking out to the sea. He looked lost in thought, sad. You would have loved to comfort him, give him just the tiniest piece of happiness back, but it was pointless. He whispered something under his breath. Deciding against eavesdropping, you returned to bed and left him by himself.
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Epilogue
"You did quite a number on that guy. He brought me flowers this morning, can you imagine?" Nami told you, chuckling.
"White roses. He's really lost" She added, looking at you for some reaction.
"Sorry..." You muttered, your voice trailing off.
"I shouldn't have..."
"Don't feel bad, I'll be alright. It doesn't matter anyway if I'm too nice to him or kick him in the face, he'll be into me no matter what. It's annoying but harmless, and sometimes useful" She winked at you, trying to lift the mood.
"You know, it's not your fault he made it into a date. Bet he just coerced you into it, you're too nice!" Nami went on, you looked away, flushing.
"It's not like you wanted it, right?" She asked.
"Right?" She added a bit more insecurely.
"Oh." Her eyes went wide at your pained expression.
"Oh, well, uhm. An idiot like that for a nice girl like you? Nah!" She grimaced as your face darkened more and more.
"You deserve so much better! Some day you'll find the one" She talked on, slowly realising that it was not exactly making you feel better.
"Haha...sorry" She pouted.
"It's okay, I'll get over it." You answered.
"You're strong, you will." Nami patted your back and finally left.
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angst (divorce, don’t love)
Y/N and Joe are childhood bestfriends, their families are friends and everyone waited the moment that they had start date. They started dating officially during 9th grade. They married after their graduation and they had four children. Joe always been a wonderful man, kind, gentleman, always treated as a goddess, and he is a greatest dad. but y/n leaves him devastated by asking for divorce, because she feels that her love as a wife is over, she no longer loves him as a husband.
Pairing: Joe x first person fem reader
Word count: 2283
Notes: thank you for this request! Keep in mind that it is the first request I’ve gotten so I hope you enjoy!!!
For the past few months, something has been weighing down on me. From the time I wake up to the time my head hits my pillow at night, I am thinking about it. No matter what I do, I can’t seem to shake it. What’s worse is that Joe has no idea what is going on. I don’t know if the worse part about it is that I’m going to be dropping a bomb on him out of nowhere, or the fact that he has been so oblivious about his own wife being completely miserable. I wake up, take the kids to school, go to work, pick the kids back up, make dinner, say hello to Joe, go to sleep, and do it all over again. Over…and over…and over again.
It sucks. This life sucks. I never thought I’d be saying it, but it’s true. It didn’t used to suck, though. My life was great. I moved to Athens, Ohio when I was 10 years old after my dad got a new job. I knew nobody at my new school. I walked through school with my head held low, scared that I would never make friends and never connect with anyone at this new school. That was until someone took a chance on me. Can you guess who? Ding ding ding. Joseph Lee Burrow.
He was incredible from the start. Every chance we got, we were hanging out either with some other friends, or alone. We became such good friends that our parents had no other choice but to become best friends as well. From the start, our families used to joke around about how one day we would fall in love and get married. Of course we responded with, “ew, her? No, she’s my best friend,” or “ew, him? No, he’s my best friend.” I thought we would stay best friends forever, until I slowly started to realize that I was falling for my best friend. We stayed friends all the way until 9th grade when Joe finally confessed he had feelings for me.
All throughout high school we were together. We were inseparable. We were known as the ‘it couple’ of high school. Anywhere I went, Joe went, and anywhere Joe went, I went. We loved it that way, though. We never got sick of each other. We wanted to be in each other’s presence forever. We eventually won prom king and queen and obviously went to the same college. Right after our first year of college, when I finally turned 18, Joe proposed to me and we got married. We were so in love, even at a young age. When people said that true love or soulmates didn’t exist I wanted to say, “excuse me, speak for yourself.”
Everything was going right for so long, even through long distance when Joe went to LSU. It was hard, but we got through it and moved to Cincinnati right after the draft. My husband, the #1 pick in the draft. We were on top of the world. Everything was going our way. Shortly after the draft, I got pregnant. It was incredible. We were finally able to build the family we always wanted. One kid led to two, two led to three, and then finally we had our fourth child 5 months ago.
Everything was going right, until it wasn’t. After a few years, things started to fall apart for me. It was so incredibly hard to be in the spotlight. Not only was I supposed to maintain this image as the QB1’s wife, but I had to do it all while juggling work and kids. That’s when the anxiety came. Trying to uphold this image felt impossible and no matter how much Joe tried to reassure me, it just wasn’t enough.
I thought I could do it. I thought I could be with Joe while he lived out his dream, but I couldn’t anymore. It was too hard. It was too much pressure. The realization that I was falling out of love with my husband was heartbreaking and terrifying, but I wanted-no, needed-better for myself. Joe needed a wife who could endure all of those things that came with being married to a man in the NFL. I just wasn’t the right girl for him.
I sat on the couch with my hands in my lap, picking away at the skin until my fingers bled. I wiped the blood off on my pant leg while bobbing my knee up and down, up and down. So many Thoughts raced through my head, but I knew what I needed to do. All of a sudden, I heard Joe’s car pull into the driveway and knew that this was it. This would be the last time Joe would come home to his loving wife. This would be the last time Joe thought he was coming home to a woman who loves him.
I finally stood up while still ripping off the skin around my finger nails as the door opened up. Joe walked in a few steps and groaned loudly while throwing his bag on the couch. “Oh boy, today’s workout was tiring.” He chuckled and began to walk over to me, stretching his arms above his head. I gave him a small smile as he wrapped me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around him as a tear escaped, but I quickly wiped it away before he noticed.
Even now he still couldn’t tell anything was wrong. Was he really that oblivious? How Could he not tell that his own wife was miserable? When we pulled away, Joe glanced up at the stairs with a confused look on his face and asked, “where are the kids?” I stayed in place as he walked over to the stairs, waiting for the 3 of them to run down and give him a big hug. They usually did. It was the same thing every. Single. Day.
“Maisie is upstairs sleeping, but Dakota, Louie, and Georgia are at the sitters. Can we talk?” I asked him. With a hesitant shrug, Joe walked over to the kitchen, expecting dinner to be done and waiting for him like always. Don’t get me wrong, he loved me with his whole being. He loved our family with his whole being. But everyday was the same. He came home, said hi to me and the kids, ate and watched film. It was like I got no time alone with him. I craved that kind of love again. The love that consumed me. The love I felt before he let football come between us.
“Where’s dinner? I’m starving.” Joe said when he realized there was no dinner cooking yet. “I didn’t make dinner yet, can we talk first?” I asked Joe and followed right after him as he leaned on the counter. “I have to go watch some game film, but after I can go pick up some food.” He said with a smile. With a sigh, I looked down at the ground for a few seconds before dragging them up to Joe. “Joe, for the past 6 years, we haven’t been right…I don’t want to do this to you, but I want a divorce.” I said. I ripped the bandaid right off. I didn’t give myself time to change my mind and continue to be miserable. For the first time in a few years, I finally spoke my mind. It felt amazing.
Joe chuckled and walked over to the cupboard, grabbing out some potato chips. I heard the annoying ruffling of the bag before I heard him chewing. “Haha, so funny.” Joe laughed, thinking I was joking. “This isn’t a joke. Can we talk?” I asked. Joe glanced over at me with that same smile on his face as he shoved some more chips in his mouth. Still, he laughed like I was joking, going about his business. I bit the inside of my cheek as I continued to hear his annoying chewing in my ear. All of a sudden, I ripped the bag of chips away from him and slid them across the counter so he couldn’t reach them.
“This isn’t a joke.” I said. The smile on Joe’s face dropped immediately and he looked shocked. “What are you talking about?” He asked me in a nervous monotone way. I tried to stop the tears from rolling down my face, but I couldn’t. No matter how much I wanted a divorce and how much I was miserable living here with him, I still felt like I was going to be losing a part of me. Ever since I was 10 I’ve been with Joe, and now I wouldn’t. I didn’t know how I was going to continue my life without him, but I needed to. For my own sanity and wellbeing.
“I want a divorce Joe. I can’t do this anymore, I’m sorry.” I said. Joe was quick to answer, shocked at what I was throwing at him, “what do you mean? Everything is fine…” Joe said, trying to think of when I’ve shown that I was not okay with the way our relationship was going. I felt crushed at the fact that he couldn’t even tell that for a while-mostly the past few months-I’ve fallen out of love with him.
“No it’s not Joe. I can’t do this anymore.” I said. I tried to talk more, but Joe talked over me. “Why?” He asked me quickly and abruptly. “I can’t keep doing this-“ I started to say but he cut me off once again and said, “What do you mean this? What do I need to do?” I put both of my hands on the counter and drug my eyes up to look like him. “Everything, Joe. Everything. It’s exhausting. I thought I would be able to juggle a full time job, being a mom, and being married to an NFL player, but I can’t, I’m sorry.” I admitted to him.
It felt like a weight was being lifted off of my shoulders. For the first time in a long time, I was able to take a deep breath and let go of some anxiety and stress. “No, no, no,” Joe said to himself and then looked up at me with a painful look on his face, “you’re saying you don’t love me anymore?” My heart was crushed at the look on his face and how helpless he looked. The love of his life was telling him that she wanted to leave and he was in denial. “No, Joe. I don’t. Our crazy lives ruined that for us. I mean hell, we barely see each other. If you’re not at games, you’re at the facility or in a different state with friends while I’m at work or with the kids. I don’t deserve that and the kids don’t either.” I said.
Doing what I did, Joe leaned on the counter like he couldn’t stand up straight as tears streamed down his now rosy cheeks. “You signed up for that…don’t do this…we love each other.” He said. I let out a small sob, the emotions spilling over uncontrollably. I put my hand over my mouth and said, “I know I did, and I am so, so sorry for that, but I can’t do it anymore. I need a husband who is around more and is willing to sacrifice his job for his family.” I said. Joe walked closer to me while shaking his head, his face wet with tears and some snot from crying. I could barely look at his face. It pained me so much to see him like this. He was so despondent.
“You know I can’t do that.” He said simply, running his fingers through his long hair quickly. Oh that hair. I would miss that hair. “I know, and that’s why I have to leave. You don’t deserve a wife who no lon-no longer loves you.” I said, unable to get the sentence out without letting out a sob. It hurt me so much, but this was good. I needed to leave. I couldn’t stay. “Come on, don’t do this. I don’t understand. I love you more than anything.” Joe cried. I felt terrible, I did. For so long he went through life thinking nothing was wrong, and maybe I was good at hiding it, but he should’ve known. He should’ve been able to tell that his wife wasn’t happy with him or in love with him anymore.
“Listen to me, Joe. This life was great, don’t get me wrong. We were great…but football changed you and changed the way I feel about you. I want more out of this life than just being your second option.” I said. Joe looked up at me with a small scowl through the tears and said, “you were never my second option. Never. You know that.” He said. But it was a lie. I used to be his first option though, and I wish it were still that way, because this wouldn’t be happening if so. “Yes, yes I am. It started after your second year in the NFL, right after you tore your ACL. After that, me and the kids came second to your football career.” I said.
I scanned Joes face as he started to connect some of the dots and realize that after today, everything would change. Our lives would be so different after today. “I don’t hold anything against you, Joe, please understand that. It’s an impossible spot to be in, for both of us. But you deserve a person who is okay with being second to football, and I’m not.” I said. “Please don’t do this to me.” Joe said and looked up at me. We held eye contact for a few seconds, just scanning each other’s faces. I could tell Joe was searching my eyes for some sort of connection. For some sort of love. Maybe if he found that he could save this marriage, but he looked down at his hands when he found none. “It’s over, we’re over.” I said.
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don't say that (part 2)
part 1
pairings: bucky barnes x fem!reader
genre: angst angst angst!!
warnings: cheating, lying, !TOXIC RELATIONSHIP!
summary: based on taylor swift's song question
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You had decided to stay with Bucky, if only to keep him from damaging himself.
Even if it meant you were being broken down in the process.
He kept true to his promises, insisting that he break up with her. It should've made you feel better, but it didn't.
Seeing how much pain she was in only made you feel worse.
It didn't help that you'd lost sight of who you were and now your whole world seemed to revolve around him.
Neither of you were fit to love one another. It was as if you were pieces of broken glass and your shattered edges didn't match up.
You hated the whole fucking situation.
And given the circumstances, how could you really be happy?
You'd thought that you'd made it obvious that you didn't want your friends to know about the relationship just yet.
His break up was fairly recent still and you didn't want them to think badly of you.
Bucky had even agreed, but somewhere along the line he'd told Sam and Sam told everyone else. Natasha hadn't spoken to you in weeks.
A part of you wanted to be upset with Bucky, but the other part just blamed it on miscommunication.
You didn't need an explanation.
It was late and Bucky had just had a long day of assignments. His arm was draped over your side and his cold nose was pressed against your neck.
He was already half asleep, but you were staring into the darkness of your bedroom, wide-awake.
"Can I ask you a question?" You whispered.
He hummed sleepily.
The words rolled over in your mind for a moment. You didn't want to upset him, but you thought you'd made your stance clear. What he did today proved otherwise.
You were hanging out with the team. Steve had just gotten back from his solo mission and wanted to tell everyone about it.
Bucky walked in and saw you sitting on the couch. Natasha was standing against the wall watching him.
Bucky leaned down and kissed you in front of everyone. It was so sudden and you didn't know how to react.
At first, the team was shocked. They'd heard the dating rumors, but they didn't expect this level of public affection from the former Winter Soldier.
After a few seconds though, Clint started slow clapping. "Real cute, now get a room." Clint Barton, always the sarcastic jackass.
You turned your head away from Bucky and focused on what Steve was saying. However, Natasha's disapproving expression didn't go unnoticed by you.
"Why did you do that today?" You asked quietly.
Bucky still had his eyes closed. "Do what?" He asked in a sleepy voice.
"Kiss me in front of everyone like that."
"Because I love you," he kissed your shoulder.
"I know, but I thought we agreed to keep the relationship thing a little private," you said with a sigh.
Now Bucky was awake.
"Why does it matter? Everyone already knows," he said in defense.
You sat up, annoyed by his careless attitude, "It matters because we agreed! Did you see Natasha's face?"
Bucky sat up too and pulled you onto his lap. He rubbed your back as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
"I didn't want to hurt her, Bucky," you said guilty.
He kissed your temple, "I know, doll."
You got up and went into the bathroom, needing time away from Bucky. Every second you spent in his arms made you feel worse and worse.
Of course, he got up and started knocking on the door. "Can I come in?"
When he didn't get a response, he opened the door anyway.
You were sitting on the edge of the tub with your head in your hands. You were regretting everything.
He stood in front of you not knowing what to do, "C'mon babe, can we please go back to bed. We can figure this out tomorrow."
You shook your head and ignored his pleas, "It's all too much."
"What's too much? I'm here. Tell me. I'll fix it," he crouched down to your level and held your hands in his.
"No, Bucky. You can't fix it. I just...I need to be alone tonight," you told him with tears in your eyes. "Please."
His jaw twitched, but after a long moment he got up without a word and went into the bedroom. You came out a few minutes later to see him, fully dressed, and grabbing his keys.
He walked out before you could say another word, making sure to slam the door as he left. He hadn't even put up a fight.
The only sound left in your apartment was the soft shuttering breath of your sobs.
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HOI🖖👽 sooooOOOOOooo can you do a Tom kaulitz x fem! reader
Like were he says sumthing he didn’t mean like:example,he said something about ur past that’s a VERY touchy subject during an argument
Add fluff at the end pls🙏🙏🙏🥺
(IF UR NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THID ITS OK 👌🙂🙂🙂)
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hiii cutie ofc
I didn't mean it
PAIRINGS: Tom 2014 x Female reader
CONTENT: ANGST + FLUFF
SYPNOSIS: During an argument Tom brings up something really touchy from the past as an insult, you're heartbroken and hurt from his words, he instantly apologises and tries to make it up to you.
A/N: AHHH
WARNINGS: yelling, !!!!VERY GRAPHIC MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND A SMALL MENTION OF RAPE!!!!!!!!
Me and Tom were yet again in an argument, I got upset at him because he's been neglecting me, staying out late, not even touching me or holding me, nothing.
I brought it up to him this morning and it just exploded into an argument, him being defensive as usual.
"I'm so sick of you being so fucking controlling y/n!" he grunted, storming up the stairs. I scoffed and followed him closely "don't walk away from me Tom! You always do this, always running away when confronted with the truth!" I yelled.
"Because you take things so seriously! I just wanted time alone is that so hard to ask for?" he sighed heavily.
I grunted, him clearly not getting the point, "it's not that I don't want you to have alone time it's just that you're basically avoiding me!" I followed him into the bedroom, he was trying to find something to do to disract himself.
"Listen to me!" I grabbed his arm and turned him to face me, my eyes staring deeply into his, rage washing over them. "There's nothing to talk about!" he pushed past me, going into the bathroom.
I kept on yelling at him, following him into it, he turned around, hand on the doorframe and yelled "no wonder why your friend killed himself, he couldn't fucking stand being around you and neither can I"
My heart shattered instantly, the memories of my best friend killing themselves, him being in my arms as he died.
LISTEN TO TV BY BILLIE EILISH PAST THIS POINT I SWEAR IT MAKES A HUGE DIFFERENCE
6 years ago my best friend Arnie died, he was a gentle soul. He was gay and was heavily bullied about it, drowned in the toilets, food thrown at him, followed home. Arnie had learned to have thick skin, not allowing that to get to him, he knew they were just miserable with their lives and I loved that about Arnie.
The last straw for Arnie was when he was raped at a house party in 2008, the last time I saw him happy was when we seperated, I was hooking up with a random boy and he wished me goodluck. When I finished and tried to find Arnie, he was sprawled across a bed, bleeding from his back side.
I rushed to his aid and discovered that he was raped. Arnie was different after that, didn't insult back, was super quiet, didn't hang out with me after school like we usualy did.
I tried to offer help but nothing worked. One day I went to his house, he wasn't answering my calls or texts and his parents were out of town for the week. I found it weird that the door was unlocked, I went inside and into his bedroom.
I wish I didn't see what he had done, everyday it replays in my mind. I have nightmares about it every few nights.
I walked into his bathroom, he was in the bathtub, wrists on the edge of the tub, cut so deeply. I stood there for a second, shocked, trying to take in what I saw. After 10 seconds I screamed, running to him and holding him tightly, examining his wounds. 7 deep cut wounds, he was bleeding so much, the bathroom tiles covered in them.
My knees smudged the blood around as I held him, sobbing uncontrollably. "No no no..arnie you're ok.." I whispered, stroking his hair gently. He looked at me briefly, the life draining from his eyes "i'm sorry...i love you.." he muttered before taking his last breath, dying in my arms.
I screamed for him, my vocal cords ready to burst. Some neighbours called the police from my screaming, they came in and rushed to the scene, practically ripping me off Arnie.
"No! No no no! He'll be ok!" I sobbed, trying to get back to him, "ARNIE!" I screamed, the female officer held me close, stroking my hair softly, "he's gone baby...i'm sorry.." she whispered softly, I looked up at her, a tear falling down her cheek.
I buried my face into her chest, her vest cold and hard on my face.
They carried his body out, I couldn't bare to look and just stood there frozen. Later on the police women gave me a note he wrote, it read:
Dear my beloved Y/N,
I'm so sorry you have to read this, I'm sorry for even doing this. I know it's stupid and I know i'm supposed to have thick skin but I can't do it anymore, after what he did to me I haven't been able to eat, sleep or do anything properly, it runs through my head all the time, that memory of what he did never leaves my memory. It's driving me crazy Y/N, I wanted to stay strong for you, I wanted us to grow up and see each other get married, have kids, go through breakups together, live our 20s to the fullest, party like theres no tomorrow but I can't do it anymore. I wanted to be your best friend forever, be friends until we die, but I guess my fate is early. You know I love you more than life itself, you showed me it's ok to be me. You helped and guided me through everything but it's time for me to go, I love you and I'll be watching over you. Keep being your weird self and never forget me
Your soulmate, Arnie.
My heart was shattered into a million pieces, I still have that note to this day, I can't leave the house without it near me.
I got a tattoo of the last line, in his handwriting, 'your soulmate, arnie'. (inspired by evieskiess book my one and only <3)
BACK TO PRESENT:
My eyes widened, heart breaking into a million pieces, the heartbreak from that night coming back. My body went stiff, frozen in place. Unable to say anything.
Toms face instantly softened, he rushed towards me and started to apologise profusely, "oh honey no..i'm so sorry, I was just mad and I wasn't thinking straight, you know I didn't mean it", I looked at him, a stray tear falling down my cheek.
"Don't touch me.." I whispered softly, pushing him off me and walking to the bed, sitting on it. I bursted out into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, the tears unable to stop. All the pain I had tried to forget coming back.
He rushed to my side and held me tightly, "no baby..I'm so sorry, I'm so so so sorry" his voice thick with emotion, I could tell he was telling the truth but I was just so shocked, so hurt by his harsh words.
"Why.." my voice broke slightly "why would you say such a thing.." I choked out a sob, covered my mouth with my hands, they were trembling violently.
"I don't know..it was an in the moment thing, I didn't mean it at all, I'm so sorry baby I will do anything to make it up to you I swear, I love you with all my heart" he started to cry, tears falling down his cheeks as he buried his face in my shoulder.
My heart ached at him crying, I really wanted to forgive him but my heart just couldn't. I stood up and sighed, "I'm sleeping on the couch.." he nodded, standing up and brushing stray hairs from my face, kissing my forehead softly.
"I love you baby..." he whispered before letting me go, I turned my head to look at him and sighed "i love you too.." before walking off to the living room.
I sat on the couch, staring into nothing, my heart heavy and my eyes red. I rolled up my sleeve and stared at the tattoo, grazing a finger over it. I grabbed the note from my pocket and held it against my chest, laying back onto the couch, slowly falling asleep.
A few hours later I was woken up by soft arms wrapping around my waist, holding me close. I turned around, placing the note in my pocket and looking up at Tom.
"I know you didn't mean it baby..but I'm still hurt" I mumbled, he nodded slowly "I know baby..I know..i'm so sorry" he rested his chin on my head, stroking my hair softly just like the female officer did. I felt comforted, safe in his arms, again, just like I felt with the female officer.
"Do you want to go back to bed schatz?" he said softly, I sniffled and nodded, getting up and holding his hand, walking towards our shared bedroom. I grabbed one of his shirts and put it on, slipping into bed.
He smiled softly and slipped behind me, pulling me closer and wrapping his strong arms around my frame, keeping me warm and safe. "I'll make it up to you..I swear" he sighed, kissing the top of my head lightly.
"I'll be home more, I'll take you to band practices, I'll take you out with me, I'll do anything for you baby, I'm sorry I neglected you, treated you so badly.." his voice shaky "I love you, you're my world, my beautiful wife, my light. I'll do anything it takes to change, anything at all" I slowly turned around again, looking up at him, looking into his eyes for any sign of deceit, but all that presented was sincerity. Pure honesty. His eyes soft and gentle, willing to do anything for me.
I tucked a stray stand behind his ear, kissing him softly. "I love you..thankyou for that.." I smiled softly.
"I've always wondered though, why do you always keep his note with you?" he tilted his head, genuinely curious. I chuckled softly, "I don't know, it's the only thing I have left of him, something to remember him by" I frowned, tears welling up in my eyes again, "it's a reminder to me that he loved me and to keep going without him" Tom winced at my pain, stroking my hair gently and nodding.
"I understand..I'll keep it safe for you always" he kissed me softly, I smiled "thankyou baby.." I muttered before falling asleep in his arms.
E/N: I sobbed so hard while writing this no joke
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|| In A Week ||
frank castle x female reader
Tags/warnings: sad, angsty, reader is um... dead, Frank is not dealing well, implied sort-of suicide attempt/lack of care.
I recommend reading the short fic Seeya first if you want to amp up the sadness! 😜
It's been a while since he's been here, usually it was almost everyday without fail but lately…
When he places his hand on the earth it feels warm, but only from the waning afternoon sun. The sky is that heavy, stormy yellow-grey colour now, and as he tilts his head up and closes his eyes he can feel the pressure change in the muggy air.
You loved storms. Told him countless times there was magic in them but damn, he'd swear the magic was all you as you had dragged him out on the balcony and kissed him stupid in the pouring rain.
And then, not long after, God had said no. There would be no more dancing in the storms, no dinners out, no weekend adventures, no more sleepy mornings wrapped up in each other. No more anything for you, for his girl.
Whatever purpose this God had in mind for you, it was done, but he wasn't yet done with Frank.
take me you motherfucking coward, take me.
He wishes so hard that it was the sound of your laughter echoing in his ears instead of the fading of your final breath. He tries picturing the brightness of your eyes and the warmth of your smile, but all he can see is the jolting of your vulnerable body as the bullets ripped through and took you from him.
I'm so sorry, baby. Should've done better by you. It should've been me.
He's not asking for forgiveness as he whispers those words into the soft wind. If you could reach across the void he'd eagerly listen for your punishment, he'd beg you to tell him exactly how to suffer, because he'd do it a million times over and it still wouldn't be enough. It can't ever be enough.
One minute you were there, smiling, laughing, screaming, loving him, and then you just… weren't.
It's okay, I'll see you…
He didn't understand, despite the myriad of lives he's taken he couldn't get his head around how this had happened. How he'd let it. It wasn't supposed to happen to you, you were meant to be different, separate to all of that, untouchable.
He hunches over, his fingers digging hard into the wet soil like you'd just reach up through it and he could bring you back. Or that you'd pull him under with you.
But you don't. His throat closes up, his body shakes but his sobs are muted by the thunder, and tears are lost in the rain.
He presses his fingers first to his lips, then to the letters of your name carved in the headstone.
Seeya.
He leans up against it as comfortably as he can with the way he's bleeding out.
It's over. It won't be that long until he's with you again.
Things are just starting to get murky and go dark when he feels his body being lifted up.
Stop fighting me Frank, I'm trying to help
no…
A weak murmur at first, then louder as he regains consciousness.
"NO! Leave me here, let me be with her! Let me be with her!" Even in his weakened state he's roaring, furious desperation cracking his voice as he's pulled further away from you.
"You know I can't do that."
So then, this was his punishment, to be dragged back into a living hell by the devil. To suffer a life without you in it.
"I'm gonna… kill you," Frank rasps, "I'm gonna fuckin' kill you, Red."
The devil wasn't for listening, hoisting him over his shoulders and staggering up the hill. "Yeah okay, but later. Gotta get you to a hospital first."
"Just let me fuckin' go Red, let me die. I'm done."
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The incessant steady beep of the heart monitor was mocking him. The holes in him now stitched and taped up, proof of life soaking through the stark white dressings.
"Hey." Red says from the corner of the room.
Frank winces. Goddamn fucking self-righteous prick was always interfering. Taking his choice from him. He wanted to wring his neck but the fight in him was quickly draining away as he remembered just why they were here.
"I- I can't, can't do this without her." Frank's voice was quiet and hoarse as it broke. He didn't give a fuck if Red could smell his fucking tears or whatever, he was just full on crying rivers now. It was one thing at least that had been getting easier.
Matt comes closer to the side of the bed.
"She'd want you to live for her, you know that Frank. You're strong, you can survive."
Frank scoffs and shakes his head before wiping tears away. "Sh-she was it for me, made me strong… an' I don't know… she was everything."
Matt's hand is gentle on his shoulder.
"And that's why you have to keep on going, for her. Ask me how I know."
Frank didn't need to, he knew what Red had gone through, brought to a low place he almost hadn't come back from.
Matt sighs, remembering. "It's not easy. It takes time, but you're not alone, and you've got help if you need it."
Frank's in a daze, doesn't know if it's the blood loss or what but he just keeps on shaking his head. "I dunno Red, I dunno."
I'm lost. I'm so lost.
"It's alright, we'll figure it out."
Frank feels gutted out, vacant. Memories of you like they happened yesterday reel through his mind and sting the backs of his eyes like someone has jammed fucking razorblades in there.
Sure, whatever you say Red.
"Yeah, yeah."
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the house of red and black
pairing: Daemon Targaryen x Targaryen!reader
a/n: so there is this scene from gilmore girls that's trending on TikTok and I fully wanted to make a fic out of it. So here it is.
one shot: yes, but I can write for Daemon again
sad: yes very much, but it is really short!
summary: liking someone that doesn't like you back is hard, even when you are a princess and a Targaryen.
“What is that all about?”
You heard his voice before you saw his face. You felt a shiver through your spine as you turn, to find Daemon descending the stairs, rushing to your side.
“Why did you call off the engagement with Aegon?”
You stared at Daemon, not sure why he cared. Aegon was your brother, but not only that — he was also the “rightful male” heir to the Throne. No woman in the kingdom would've back off from marrying Aegon Targaryen. Except maybe the Targaryen yourself.
“Why does it bother you?” you asked, grabbing the skirt of your dress and turning around, trying to get away from Daemon. He was your uncle on your father's side, as you were the younger sister of Rhaenyra Targaryen and the last child of the late Queen Aemma.
Technically, Aegon was your half-brother, but the absurdity of your betrothal wasn't the blood relationship (normal for your House), but that you and Aegon were as far apart as you could get. Besides the big age difference, you couldn't stand his mother, who was always on your back for never having married.
Your brother was an irritating-spoiled brat, barely out of his teens. Even his younger brother Aemond was more mature.
“Don't try to get away from me, y/n!” Daemon shouted, but he soon caught you up. “You shouldn't have told your father you do not want to marry Aegon — he is the best marriage proposal you will ever get.”
You just stayed silent. Forced to stop your runway because Daemon was holding you by the arm, you just stared him and let him finish his argument.
“You're eight and twenty, y/n. It's past the time you became a wife,” he said.
“Are you proposing?” you asked, laughing it off. “I thought you only had eyes for my sister.”
Daemon snorted, loosening his grip on your arm and looking away from your eyes. He didn't seem to believe you would say such a thing.
“Y/n, you should marry Aegon, for your safety. It's the best option,” he tried again, but he couldn't see you couldn't be reasoned with.
“Well, I'm sorry if it would've been for the best, Daemon,” you sighed, stepping away from him, even though it was a really hard thing to do. He was very magnetic. “But is it better that I marry my brother even though I like somebody else?”
Daemon faced you. His brows lowered — he pitied you.
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” you exhaled.
“I didn't… I didn't realize,” he said, stepping closer to you, taking away the space you hardly work to get between you two.
You stared at him, in disbelief. How could he have? He was in fact looking at Rhaenyra all the bloody time, you were not lying when you mentioned it. You were younger than her, so all you could ever do — your whole life, for that matter — was to sit back and watch.
“So,” Daemon scratched his throat, “you're still not over Harwin, huh?”
You slowly closed your eyes, jerking your head in the opposite direction of Daemon's teasing gaze. He was trying to be sympathetic, even empathetic, but he had failed badly. Sir Harwin Strong had been your fling, long before he had been your sister's affair.
Harwin and you only kissed, but it was so few times that you, now older, rarely remembered. Once, as a child, still naive, you pledged yourself—swore yourself, in front of the gods—to Daemon. Your virtue would be taken away by him and no one else. So Harwin lost interest, and soon he was in the graces of your beautiful older sister.
Daemon had failed to see that the one in your way from marrying your brother — or anybody else — was only himself.
“Yes,” you gulped, opening your eyes back again but not fully facing your uncle. “I'm not over Harwin yet.”
The Targaryen rogue prince shook his head. “I see.”
“Will you excuse me now?” you asked, rudely. You were sick of standing there as a pig to slaughter when he didn't even want to hurt you anyway.
“Of course, princess,” he said, allowing your escape.
You hastened away, not even looking back.
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hii, can i make a request about fem reader reassuring and comforting kit walker on all the scars and marks he got to his skin while he was in briarcliff, please? i think it would be pretty heartwarming to see someone finally caring for him and soothing his insecurities away yk... tysm
Scarred
Warnings: bit of a sad fic, talk about Briarcliff abuse/scars, just a short sweet fic for my baby Kit 🫶🏻🫶🏻
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Months after Kit had finally gotten out of Briarcliff, he met you, the new warehouse worker at the mechanic shop he had started work at.
You.
You were sweet, nurturing, humble, and oh so beyond kind.
Everything Kit could ask for in a woman and more. You were, quite literally, perfect for Kit. And he wasted no time in his attempts to make you his.
First subtly. He’d glance at you often while working together. Make up excuses for new parts he needed just so he could see you a few extra minutes of the day. But you caught on quick, not that you minded. He wasn’t too bad to look at himself, and you were flattered by his want to see you.
Then he got more confident, sharing some cheesy jokes with you, throwing a pick up line out here and there, anything just so he could hear your contagious laugh and see your beautiful eyes light up.
But soon, your eyes lit up at just seeing him walk in the room, as his did yours for the few months prior. He knew he had won you over and so, he took his shot. Asked you to supper which you happily accepted. One date turned into four, then you were spending most of your evenings with him. Before long, you were his girlfriend, you were staying the night, and you even brought some belongings to keep at his place.
Kit was a gentleman, though. The two of you hadn’t had sex yet. You’ve come close, but anytime you initiated anything further than making out, he would stop.
“I want our first time to be perfect, y/n. I want to be everything you could ask for and more.” He’d reassure you when you questioned why he didn’t want to. You couldn’t ask for a better partner, a better boyfriend. He truly cared about your comfort.
But you had no idea the deeper reason he hadn’t wanted to have sex yet. Of course, he wasn’t completely lying when he’d reassure you, but he wasn’t being completely honest. Of course he wanted to have sex with you, he couldn’t wait and sometimes it physically hurt to stop the intense make-out session. He’d, truthfully, take you then and there, if you were truthfully ready for that step. But, he wasn’t ready for you to see his scars on his body, and he wasn’t ready to have to dive into the terrible details that came with knowing he was ever in Briarcliff. You had no idea, and he wanted to keep it that way as long as possible.
He knew he’d have to tell you one day, he just wanted it to come very later in life.
But later in life wasn’t as far away as he thought it’d be.
Kit was currently in the shower. He was under the impression that you wouldn’t be over for another hour, so he gave himself the time to enjoy the hot water on his sore muscles while not having to worry about you walking in. He never showered when you were around, something else you wondered about but never asked. You respected his boundaries, always showering at your own home unless you were running late, to which you’d shower quick and careful not to be too revealing of yourself for his comfort.
But you had finished getting ready quick, and you had exciting news to share with Kit that you barely comprehended that he was half naked when you walked into his room without knocking. Your excitement overtook you, that your parents had sent two airline tickets to Florida to spend a weekend away with your current and most serious lover. You just wanted to share the news with Kit so he could share the excitement with you.
“Look what I’ve received in the mail, babe!!” You grinned wide, ear to ear, not even noticing his naked torso. Kit nearly fell over his bed when he heard your voice in his room, still having not expected you and given no time to prepare so you wouldn’t see his scars.
“Babe! Don’t ya know how to knock?!” Kit hissed as hurdled to the other side of his bed, reaching down for a shirt. You watched, confused. Seeing that he had a bare torso, you still didn’t understand the problem considering he had his jeans on. The most intimate of his places was completely covered.
“I… mean, yeah. I do. I’m sorry. I was just so excited that..” you trailed off as your eyes landed on his back when he stood to his feet to pull his shirt on. They remained there until his shirt covered the area, your eyes flickering to his face.
He didn’t look at you. He knew by the way your voice trailed, you had saw some scars. You noticed his clenched jaw as he looked down at the ground, silent.
“Kit? What were those?” You asked quietly, unsure of how to approach the subject but needing an answer. They weren’t even all of them and it made your stomach turn. You knew he had went through something traumatic and that hurt your heart. You needed to know so you could understand and be there for him the way he needed you to be.
“It’s nothin’. It’s… they’re just— they’re not important. Can we just go?” He decided to avoid the question, grabbing his nice jacket and walking past you, his hand taking ahold of yours to walk out but you stood your ground, pulling him back just barely. Kit looked straight, out into his living room, knowing you weren’t going to give this up. He also knew you deserved to know, now that you’ve seen them. He had avoided letting you see them for months on end now. It was only a matter of time.
“Kit, please” you said, your voice barely above a whisper as you were not turned towards his body, your hands finding their way to his biceps where you held him gently, your thumbs rubbing reassuring circles against his skin. “Please talk to me about this, babe.” You begged.
You felt his body sigh, relaxing in your comforting hold. You stepped closer to him, your front torso against his back and your arms falling around him in a hug. His head fell backwards against your shoulder, the side of his face leaning against the side of yours.
You both remained here, him silently preparing to explain everything to you while you just held him, silently letting him know you were there to listen, and love him regardless.
“It’s a really long story, y/n.” He sighed.
“We have all the time you need.”
Your dinner plans with each other were cancelled as he led you back into his room, letting you sit on his bed. You faced him while his back faced you, watching carefully as he slowly slipped his white shirt back off. You immediately took in the scars you hadn’t yet seen on his back and now, being up close, the severity of them. They, alone, brought tears to your eyes as you wondered what kind of monstrous human could do this to someone as sweet and kind as Kit Walker.
But your eyes widened as he slowly turned around, now facing you. You blinked repeatedly, as if trying to fix your vision in case you weren’t seeing clearly. But you were, seeing clearly that is.
His entire chest and abdomen were covered in more scars, just the same as the back. Kit still avoided your eyes, but you watched as he unbuckled his jeans and slowly pulled them off, revealing his scarred and burned legs.
Your breath was gone. You were winded. You didn’t know what exactly you expected, but it wasn’t this.
Kit stood now, nearly completely naked, in front of you. He adjusted his weight awkwardly as he still avoided your eyes, not that they were on his yet. You rose from your spot on his bed and approached him, slowly, Kit not moving giving you to O.K. to come close to him. Your hands carefully found his chest, tracing the deepest scar across from his chest to his abdomen, stopping right above his waistband of his whities. You truly couldn’t believe what you were seeing.
“Oh, Kit.. my love” you shook your head, your eyes now trying to find his though his remained on the wall to his left. Your hands found either side of his face, gently pulling him to align with yours which he hesitantly allowed. He looked down for a moment before his eyes finally flickered to meet yours.
They were glossy. You knew this was hard for him. You couldn’t even imagine. It scared you to find out what these were from. And you knew it scared him for you to find out.
“Nothing will ever scare me away from you. I promise that.” Your thumbs caressed his cheek. “Nothing you’ve gone through will make me love you any less.”
Kit studied your face, your eyes holding nothing but sincerity. You were telling the truth, and he knew you’d never lie to him. Not about this.
His hands met over top of yours that were still holding his face, he grasped them and carefully brought them down to between your chests, holding onto them for fear life it seemed.
“Have you ever heard of Briarcliff?” Kit finally spoke, his voice shaky. You thought for a moment, knowing the name sounded familiar but not quite sure where from.
Until it dawned on you.
Briarcliff, the insane asylum. You’ve heard horror stories about the place, but never actually believed the place was real. It was always told to you as a child that if you didn’t behave, your mother would drop you off and let the monsters inside teach you a lesson. You truly believed it was a made up place by your mother to keep you from acting out in public.
“I thought that place was just a myth.” You whispered, truthfully.
Kit just shook his head, sighing sadly.
Then you thought about the horror stories you’d heard as you grew up. Believing it was a place all mothers made up together. You had friends that talked about it, about the terrible things that their parents told them happened to their families there. It scared you, but eventually you had forgotten about it completely.
“So… it’s real. But, it’s an asylum, right? Why would you have ever needed to go there?” You questioned. Never once did Kit seem to have any “problems”. He was just too perfect to have had any kind of mental illness or to have done something so extreme that he’d end up in a place like that. You couldn’t believe it. You wouldn’t.
“I was wrongfully accused awhile back. About two years ago.” He nodded. You nodded along with him, letting him guide you both to sit back down on the bed, his hands remaining on yours. “I had an amazing life before. I had a wife..” he glanced at you, your eyebrows raising high in surprise. But you nodded, telling him to continue. “I can’t really explain it, something weird happened. My wife disappeared, and I was told later that she’d been murdered, and that I was the main suspect. I then was accused of being Bloody Face, killing other women in town.” Kit stared hard at your guys’ hands as he talked about this. “I was put in Briarcliff, beaten and burned daily to try to break me. They believed I did it, and that I was crazy. They almost had me believing them.” He chuckled lightly, your head tilting to the side as you just listened. “But I knew I didn’t kill no one. Especially not my Alma. Eventually, I was proven not guilty and released. And Y’know, I even forgave Sister Jude.” He met your eyes as you gazed at him. “She did the worst of it all, and I forgave her.”
“Because you’re a kind human, Kit.” You stated, giving his hand a squeeze. It didn’t surprise you that he’d forgive his abuser. That’s just the kind of person he is.
He smiled slightly, “yeah, I suppose you’re right.” He went quiet for a moment, then continued. “A lot of things about Briarcliff and even before are blurry. Some things don’t make sense. But I had to learn to stop questioning or it was gonna drive me mad. And that’s when I met you.” His eyes met yours again, lit up in a way you hadn’t seen since this conversation started. “You helped me stop asking questions and just let it be. You took my mind off of everything. Made it seem like nothing more than a bad dream. But then my scars… they had to be there to remind me that it all really did happen. And I didn’t want you to judge me, or think I was crazy. I was scared of losing you when you were the only thing to keep me sane.” He spoke, honestly.
You let out a small sigh, leaning forward until your forehead was against his. Your eyes closed, feeling him so close. His hands found their way to either side of your face, holding you to him, almost afraid to let go.
“I’ll never leave you, not for anything, especially not for this. I’m just so sorry you ever had to go through it, and that I couldn’t have been there sooner for you.” You felt him smile against your skin before bringing his lips to your forehead for a long, deep kiss.
“I should’ve known that sooner, suga. I’m sorry for keeping this from you.”
You pulled yourself back just enough to meet his eyes again before leaning into his lips this time. Your lips lingered on the others for awhile before parting.
“You don’t have to apologize for anything. Just know your scars are apart of who you are, they’re apart of your story, you know? They make me sad, but they don’t bother me or make me not want to be here with you. Don’t ever be ashamed of them around me, okay?” You looked at him hopeful, and he nodded with a small smile.
“I love you, so damn much.” He mumbled as he pulled your face back to his in another kiss, this time much more passionately, not that you minded at all.
When he pulled back again, he immediately pulled you to his chest, hugging you so sincerely, finally releasing all the stress he ever held onto now that you finally knew. You finally knew, and you stayed. He couldn’t be more grateful.
“I love you too. So damn much.” You smiled against his chest.
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Sun Down
Therese Raquin x GN! Reader
Warnings: Fluff. Angst. Death.
18+ MINORS DNI
Therese and Y/N had been sweethearts from such a young age. The two shared their first kisses underneath the old oak tree that stood tall in the park. Even as teens, Therese snuck around with them, even on the nights they would sneak in through her bedroom window.
Although Madam Raquin knew about her niece's relationship with the farmer's child, she had deemed that they were beneath them and tried as hard as she may to stop their midnight trists, she always failed.
"I want to run away." Therese whispered as she was sat between Y/N's legs, her back leaning against theirs as they had their arms wrapped around her protectively. "Would you run away with me?"
"I will follow you anywhere my love." They told her confidently. "You are the star that I will follow into the darkness."
"I love you so much." She whispered as she kissed their lips.
"I love you so much more." They replied between kisses. "So when shall we run together?"
"What about your family?" She questioned as they smiled at her, cupping her cheeks as they took in every tiny detail of the baeuty before them.
"They will be fine." They whispered. "Besides, mother is a sucker for these type of romantic anecdotes. That's why she has her nose stook inside the works of Shakespeare."
"Friday at sun down." She whispered. "We shall meet here." She moved the straddle their lap, her skirt riding up slightly as Y/N held her hands in their own, pressing a kiss to each knuckle.
"I will be sure to bring some fruits from the farm." They told her with a smile before she kissed them with urgency, like she was afraid it will be their last moment together.
The two tried to meet every evening before the day they had set to leave. Therese had packed a small bag, just with the essentials and small trinkets that were dear to her. Although the evening before the two had set to runaway, Madame Raquin stormed inside of her room.
"You will not leave this room until I deem fit." She boomed as Therese just stared at her. Her heart beating loudly within her ears at the anger and despair resinating from within. Madame Raquin left abruptly as Y/N had waited at their usual spot, waiting for their beloved Therese to arrive.
That was until they had spotted a figure approaching them in the field. Soon realising that it wasn't the love they had waited upon. It was indeed the darkness wading in on the shore.
"Where's Therese?" They questioned as Madame Raquin stood tall with her hands clasped before her.
"She will not be coming here." She told them sternly. "She has duties and is set to be wed within the half year."
"What?" They questioned in shock.
"She is set to wed dear Camille." She stated. "He is in need of a wife and a woman to look after him as I am getting old."
"She has a choice." Y/N stated.
"My dear Camille can give her more than a farm hand such as yourself." She told them.
"I will come for her Madame." They told her. "I will come for her and set her free."
"Why?" She questioned with a raised brow.
"Because I am in love with her. I have since the moment I gazed upon her." They proclaimed as she just laugh, her hands already clasping the concealed silver dagger she had held.
"Very well." She stated as she approached them. Before they knew what was happening, she plunged the dagger in their chest as they looked at her with eyes of betrayal. "Neither you nor her will ever meet again."
Once she removed the dagger, she smiled as they fell to the ground, gasping and holding on for dear life. She knelt down as she wiped the blade of her dagger on their shirt before speaking once more.
"You were nothing more than an obsticle to overcome." She smirked as Y/N gazed at her with pleading eyes. "Goodbye Y/N." She soon walked away from their dying form.
The next day, word had gotten around about the Y/L/N kid who was brutally murdered. The moment Therese had heard, she ran straight to their spot. As she saw some blood on the grass, she gasped as she covered her mouth. Tears spilling from her eyes as she fell to her knees. The one she had loved with all of her being was now gone. The dreams for the future that the two had shared, dust in the wind.
But the one thing that remained the moment she had found out her father had also perished on the battlefield. The love she felt so intensely the moment she had tied the rope to the rafters in her bedroom. Tying to noose around her neck as she stood on a wobbly stool. Closing her eyes as she pictured her love. Seeing Y/N's smiling face in her mind as she took a deep breath before kicking the stool from beneath her. Feeling the rope chafe as she swung before a snap sound within the room. The sound of her neck breaking as she swung, embracing death's cold arms as she joined her love in the afterlife.
#need more therese raquin fics#therese raquin#therese raquin x reader#sad fic#elizabeth olsen x reader#in secret#therese raquin x gn reader#in secret fan fic
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Part 5 — y’all have had it too good for too long. Time to suffer again.
You’re bleeding.
Can’t tell who shot you, only that it’s hard to breathe. Your chest is a bloody, mangled mess, your entire front painted crimson. A puddle expanding around your boots.
Your head feels leaden as you drag it up, searching for help, searching for —
There they are. The 141. SpecGru. All of them, standing just out of reach. They could help, they could save you. But they’re not, they’re just standing, watching. Could be statues if not for the sneer that twists Soap and Nova’s face when you make desperate eye contact.
Your captain takes a single step forward, crouching as you fall to your knees.
“You’re just not a good fit, anymore,” he explains, shrugging. “Nothing personal, kid.”
“Baby. Baby!”
Keegan’s face is above you, jaw dusted with dark stubble. He’s wide awake, eyes huge and worried, showing you both his hands. His mask is gone, hair tussled.
Bed. You’re in bed. You fell asleep with him tonight.
“It’s okay, you’re okay,” he whispers.
“K-Keegan…” The shivers start almost instantly, like you really were bled out. Before he can ask, you reach for him. Let him bundle you against his chest, arms tight around you, and legs bent up on either side of you. A cage of safety around you, keeping you safe and close.
“I’m here, sweets. Right here,” he murmurs into your hair. “‘M not goin’ anywhere.”
You sniffle, press your face against his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat. Too fast; because he’s worried about you.
“Which one?” he asks.
You shudder. “A new one.”
“Fuck,” he whispers. Drops a kiss on your head. “Just me, or do you need someone else?”
You squeeze your eyes shut as the tears start flowing, guilt gnawing at your tight stomach.
“C-can I see the captain?” You ask. “I-I’m sorry, Kee. I just…”
He shushes you. “That’s why I asked, baby. It’s okay. Nothing to feel bad for.”
He doesn’t even give you the option of walking. Just tucks you into one of his sweatshirts — sandalwood and vetiver — and scoops you up. You tuck your face against his neck against the hall lights as he walks with you.
“Dreams again,” he says to someone — Nikto, probably.
Three sharp knocks. A single beat. Then a door opens. You peek out, relieved to see your captain standing there.
“Hi babygirl,” he rumbles, “bad night?”
Keegan hands you over with practiced ease, your captain letting you loops your arms and legs around him. His skin feels almost burning, warm enough to drive out the lingering chill. He smells good too. Like sleep and home.
“Y-you still… you still want me right?” You whisper, eyes stinging.
“Always,” he answers instantly. “My girl, my soldier, mine. Just like Keegan and Nikto and Nova.”
You cling tighter, but he just hums and smooths his hands over your back.
“Keegan, get Nova and an extra mattress,” he orders.
“On it.”
The captain carries you in, a shadow from the corner of your eye telling you Nikto is still there. You’re set on the bed in a spot still warm; it dips as another body settles with you. Nikto again. Mask on as always, but dressed down for sleep. He’s even got his gloves off and lets you play gently with his fingers while your captain turns on a light and fetches you a glass of water.
“Still with you,” Nikto murmurs.
You sniffle and wipe hurriedly at your eyes, trying to preserve what little dignity you’ve got left.
“None of that now, baby,” your captain soothes, tilting a glass to your mouth. “Cry if you need. Get it out.”
The tears some slow and quiet, only little sobs escaping as Nikto’s arms curl around you. Keegan appears at the door soon after, Nova helping him drag a mattress into the captain’s quarters. She comes to your other side while Keegan and the captain start arranging the other bed.
Soon, they switch you over, drag the first mattress onto the floor as well. After that, arrangements are familiar and automatic. The captain takes one side, fits your back against his chest. Keegan takes your other side, his hand coming up to cup the back of your head. Nikto nestles up behind him - needs the access of the end of the bed. And Nova distributes herself on top of you and Keegan, a gentle warm weight soothing you.
“Sleep if you can, babygirl,” your captain murmurs in your ear. His thumb sweeps gentle arcs over your hipbone. “We’ll be right here when you wake up.”
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The nightmares were the worst when you first joined SpecGru. The first six months. You’d wake up in a cold sweat, apologies to an empty room on your tongue.
Nikto would find you out on the obstacle course at all hours of the night, in all kinds of weather. Running and jumping and climbing without so much as penlight. Pushing and pushing until you were panting on bloody hands and knees, driven by the single-minded need to be better, to be worth it.
When he found out, your captain put a ban on you from running the course unless he himself was present the entire time. You were pissed at first — even went so far as to bitch him out one day, exhausted and strung out on stress.
And he’d let you. Just sat behind his desk listening. Unimpressed, but not pissed, either. When you’d finally run out of steam, he’d stood.
“Still mad?”
When you nodded, he nodded towards the door.
“C’mon, we’ll go for a spar,” he explained when you gave him a distrustful look. “And then you’re going down for a nap.”
You frowned, shifted. “What about…?”
He snorts. “All that a minute ago?”
When you nodded, he shrugged. “Nothing, unless you feel like you need a bit of discipline to keep it together.”
You’d wrinkled your nose. “Definitely feel like socking you now.”
He’d smirked. “Good.”
#thoughts™️#cod#my writing#fanfiction#reader fic#sad fic#angst#former 141 reader#specgru reader#cod nikto#keegan p russ#nova cod#task force 141
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Loss: Leon Kennedy x reader
After losing Luis, neither of you are the same.
Warnings: sad, swearing not much though, death.
gif creds: @entreri
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"I'm here Leon!"
Having just dealt with some bugs, you manage to meet up with Leon and Luis once again. With a quick turn to face Leon...that's when your eyes fall on Luis...and you freeze.
No...no this can't be right. Why is Leon holding Luis's hand like he's...dead. Why is Leon crying, and why does Luis have his eyes closed. Why...why is there blood on his mouth, his head fallen to the side. He's sleeping yeah that's right, he's only sleeping.
"Leon...Luis is sleeping hey...", you let out a soft chuckle. "...he's tired, right?"
Leon turns his head in your direction, and you notice the amount of tears falling. The way he looks distraught, how there aren't any words coming out, and the way he's trying to compose himself from breaking down fully. Though noticing you there makes him stand up and run towards you, not wanting you to bear seeing your best friend's dead body anymore.
"Leon? What...why are you crying? He's only asleep."
"(y/n)..." he stutters, his lip quivering. No, he has to be strong, not only for himself but for you. He moves in front of you, hiding your face against his chest.
"Don't look-"
"Leon baby, look at what? At Luis sleeping?"
You try to look again, but he keeps hiding your face against his chest. This is cruel and you should have a chance to say goodbye but he knows he wouldn't be able to take you away from Luis's body. Having him take you away before more damage can be done, is what he has to do.
"I'm sorry (y/n)." and, before you can protest, he grabs your hand and pulls you away.
"What? No- Leon let me go-"
Leon ignores you, he grips your hand tight and pulls you out of there, while trying to hide you again. You're confused...you're confused as to why he's not letting you see Luis- attempting to yank your hand out of his, doesn't work.
"Leon let me go, let me go-"
"I can't do that-"
"Yes you can, let me go."
It rips his heart out to have to do this to you, but it's the only choice. You, on the other hand, start getting angry- you watch Luis, who doesn't move yet, because he's only asleep. Tears, however, start to fall down your own cheeks and you keep yanking your hand.
"Let me go!"
Desperate, so desperate it brings sobs out of you, you scream at Leon- you beg him to let you go because you need to go to Luis. You have to make sure he's alright, you have to hug him and see that beautiful smile of his. Hear his voice as he reassures you he's okay.
With every method you try to pull away, the desperation is apparent. Though with Leon's vice-like grip on your hand, it becomes useless. As much as that hurts, as angry as you are, there's no way to get to Luis.
Leon pulls you away, forcing you away, not even a goodbye or anything. Luis's body becoming smaller and smaller until you can no longer see him, and while you can't see Leon's face it's becoming increasingly harder for him to stay composed.
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The weeks following that day, pass by in a blur. There are bits and pieces that you remember, such as finding Ash and escaping the island. Everything in-between is a blur, as you're so out of it.
The home that once felt like a home, feels like just a building that one lives in. Once you get home, for the both of you, neither of you really speak or do anything together. The only thing you really do is comfort one-another although you feel numb while doing it, and Leon is still getting over everything too.
At first, you're in denial. You're pissed at Leon for not letting you go back to Luis, claiming that he was just asleep and he was okay. It started off as silent treatment with Leon ...which only lasted for a few hours, cause then you felt bad for treating him that way.
After that, you became how you are now. The feeling of losing your best friend on top of nearly losing Leon and Ashley, and going through all of that, took both a mental and physical toll on you, leaving you broken and numb.
The nights that usually were filled with laughter and smiles are replaced with coldness and hurt. The two of you are so broken and so hurt by everything, that the only comfort you find is in eachother, but, again, it's hard to comfort when you can't really focus on anything.
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It's one of those nights, you and Leon are up as usual. Leon makes his way into the kitchen and secretely slips some alcohol into his coffee, while watching you out of the corner of his eye.
You are on the couch staring at the tv droning on about something, it's hard to focus on what. Leon approaches, holding a cup of your favourite drink, and you give a quiet thanks; the beverage in your right hand, Leon sits down next to you.
As you stare at him, the dark circles under his eyes and the messiness of his hair is evident of those sleepless nights. Of the trauma and the effects that weigh mentally on him. Leon looks down at his cup, a soft sigh from his lips, then those blue eyes once full of life now a reflection of his mental health.
He wants to speak, to say anything, but all that comes out is an "I love you.".
You look at your partner...and cause of three words, that's what finally breaks you. A pain in your chest, one that feels like it's been ripped out hits you; the cup falls from your hand and it's almost like you can't breathe.
You think back to him, to Luis, and that's when you stare at Leon with a heartbreaking look. Leon looks at you, confused, and it's only when you let out a scream and start to break down on the couch does he realise.
"NO!"
Your voice rips through the silence, the pain in your voice. The pain on your face. Leon puts down his cup and hurries to you, his hands moving to rest on your arms, and when you look at him, you start to sob. The sob filling the emptiness of the house; Leon wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest.
Gripping onto Leon, you break down even more, screaming and sobbing into his chest, finally letting out the emotions that you had held in for months.
"He's gone! He's gone, my best friend is gone..."
Memories of Luis fill your mind, which hurts even more. Leon holds you tight against his chest letting you break down, and while he doesn't break down...yet, he stays there comforting you.
Letting you scream and cling to him like he's the only thing you have right now. He whispers reassuring words, and strokes your back, his heart breaking seeing you and feeling how you are right now.
He wishes to take your pain away, not wanting you to have to deal with this because you deserve to feel happiness.
Leon holds you, and when you fall asleep in his arms, he still doesn't move; he just looks down at you, and he sighs softly, before leaning back against the couch.
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#leon kennedy#leon kennedy x reader#sad fic#resident evil 4 remake#leon#comfort character#Luis Serra
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No Matter What
Pairings: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader
Summary: Rooster supports you after your father dies.
Warnings: mentions of death, grief
Special thanks to @callsign-phoenix for proof reading this for me.
It was loud in the Hard Deck. Music playing from the duke box in the corner and the normal laughter and chatter had gotten louder as the evening progressed. The noisiest corner was once again reserved for the Dagger Squad, who were currently arguing over the pool table as you approached armed with enough beers for everyone on a tray.
“Guys come on pack it in ok. We all know that Bob won Hangman, give him a break poor love.” You said, absentmindedly stroking Bob's hair as you did so. The poor aviator had turned bright red under your touch. Although you were all around the same age you felt a motherly instinct towards Bob and you were often seen telling Hangman off for his antics.
“Leave him alone ,Hangman.” Rooster chimed in, coming up beside you and wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. You moved your hand from Bob’s hair to place it on Rooster’s chest.
“How’s my beautiful girl.” He asked, leaning down and placing his lips softly on your forehead.
“I’m good.” You smiled at him as he looked down at you, his eyes shining in complete adoration for you. A stern cough behind you bought you back to reality.
“Lieutenant Kazansky. Could you come with me?” Cyclone looked at you, his face unreadable and Warlock stood next to him.
“Sir?” You asked, you had never seen Cyclone at the Hard Deck before.
“I need to talk to you outside Lieutenant.”
By this point, all of the Dagger Squad had noticed the interaction and watched curiously as you followed the two men outside.
“What’s that about?” Phoenix asked, coming up next to Rooster.
“I have no idea.” He said, watching worriedly as you followed the two officers out of the door.
“Lieutenant Kazansky your mother has been trying to contact you.”
“She has?” You pulled your phone out of your back pocket and realised you had 16 missed calls from your mum. It must have been so loud in the bar you didn’t hear your phone ringing.
“Why? What happened? Is she ok? Is my dad…?” The look on Cyclone’s face said it all.
“I’m afraid to inform you that your father passed peacefully this evening. We came here to find Maverick to inform him but we promised your mother we would inform you. She’d like you to go home. I’m very sorry for your loss Lieutenant. Your father was a great man who I deeply admired.”
“Lieutenant if there’s anything we can do…” Warlock began.
“I need Rooster. I just need Bradley.” You whispered, your breathing becoming laboured. You felt yourself slide down to your knees hot tears running down your face. “ I just need Bradley.” You kept repeating. One of the officers must have gone in and gotten him because before you knew it a strong pair of arms were wrapped around your shaking frame.
“I just need Bradley.” You cried.
“I’m here baby girl. I’m here. I got you.” He pulled you into his lap, caressing the back of your head, rocking you as you cried.
“He’s gone.” You sobbed.
“I know sweetheart. I know. I’m so sorry darling.” You squeezed your eyes shut, pressing your face into his chest, letting your tears flow freely. It felt like an eternity before your tears subsided and only soft whimpers remained. You pulled away from Bradley, looking up into his eyes.
“I… I need to go home. I need to be with mum.”
“Ok, darling. Let’s get you home. Come on.” He lifted you bridal style and made his way over to the Broncho. He placed you in the front seat and you sat perfectly still, completely in shock. Your dad was gone. You were never going to see him again. The pain in your chest swelled as the agony spread through you. You didn’t even notice Bradley getting in the car or start driving until you were outside your family home.
“We’re here darling.” He said, bringing you out of your thoughts. You looked up and towards the house. It was dark, except for a single light in the kitchen. Your mother's shadow moved around the room slowly. You turned to look at Bradley, seeking comfort.
“Do you want me to come with you?”
“No. No, I need to do this alone. Thank you though… for everything.”
“Of course love. I’m here whatever you need, whatever time day or night. Always ok. I promise.”
“I love you.”
“I love you too baby. I know how hard this is and I can give you all the time and space you need. I’m there for you no matter what.”
“Thank you. Goodnight Brad.”
“Night darling.”
You made your way slowly up the familiar steps to the door. You knew this day was coming but it didn’t make it any easier. Nothing the Navy taught you could prepare you for this and for now you’d have to face it. But you knew you weren’t alone. Bradley was going to be there through thick and thin. He was the love of your life and you knew he’d be there no matter what.
Rooster watched as (y/n) made her way up the steps. He knew first-hand how much pain she was in, he was still battling his daily. He looked at the dog tags hanging from the rearview mirror.
“Talk to me Dad.”
#bradley bradshaw#bradley rooster bradshaw#bradley bradshaw x reader#iceman top gun#top gun x reader#top gun maverick#rooster top gun#whumptober2022#sad fic
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☼MISSING YOU☼
A/N: i know i just disappeared but I'm back I've just been really busy and i've been helping my sister with the writing part of her comic but i thought id come back with some angst/no comfort. after this ill post some fluff promise!
Anyways here's a bandaid to help with the wounds this'll inflict.
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Fiance Tanjiro X Gender Neutral Reader
"My life is incomplete,
its missing you" -missing you (btob)
it was a beautiful day when he met you, it was sunny and a rainstorm had just passed the day before leaving a clear sky. it was nearing the end of october and winter was right around the corner maki9ng this the perfect day to sell charcoal before it got to cold.
tanjiro hiked down the mountain with his basket filled to the brim with charcoal ready to be sold. he was busy trying not to trip when heading down the creek until a overwhelming sweet scent entered his nose and he felt himself being toppled over into the water.
"oh crap i'm sososorry!" you said standing from the deep water to offer him a hand.
"are you hurt?" you asked as he just stared up at you in a daze.
to tanjiro it felt like a angel had fallen out of the sky rather than a clumsy teen who got lost in a forest, got scared, and accidentaly ran into a poor helpless boy.
"uh, are you good?" you asked again as he realized he was staring and snapped out of it. "i apologize i not hurt, thank you!" he said as he took your hand to stand. "don't apologize this is 100% my fault, i should've been watching where i was going" you said bowing at a perfect 50 degree angle as he sweat dropped.
"really its fine im not hurt at all" he said letting out a reassuring laugh as the tips of your ears turned red. "if there's anything i can do to apologize please let me know!" you yelled in embarrassment your entire face red.
"then can you tell me your name?" he asked offering his hand.
"huh? thats it? youre not gonna sell me to the cartel or anything right" you said exclaiming with your hands as he let out a laugh. "no i wouldnt" he said giving you a bright beaming smile.
"okay! ____ ______, im pleased to meet you!" you said taking his hand in yours. "tanjiro kamado, its nice to meet you too" he said a small blush spreading to his cheeks.
from that day forward a relationship like no other had blossomed.
tanjiro couldn't explain it but every time he was around you he got this fuzzy feeling in his stomach, he felt as if he was in complete and utter safety around you.
from the way you smiled, to the way you joked. he loved everything, he loved how your ears turned red when you were embarrassed. or how when you were angry you would turn a light shade of pink, the jokes you told.
he couldn't understand most of them but the way you would mutter them again to yourself and laugh had him smiling in pure joy.
he almost felt free around you.
sure he loved his family, but sometimes the pressure of being the oldest and breadwinner really put a lot on his shoulders. yet up until this point, he couldn't do much.
but when you came into his life you would pat him on the head, tell him good job when he completed something, always asking him how his day was going. tanjiro was so used to just bottling everything down that when he had someone who was constantly think of him, and only him he began to cry.
"tan tan, i don't know you get this alot but im really proud of you" you said as you played with his hair as you two sat on a tree trunk on the edge of the creek you two first met.
you continued even as you felt his shoulders stiffen a bit. "the way you're always there for your siblings and how you're always so kind is something i don't think i'd be able to do." you giggled. "sometimes i wonder if people ever let you know how much you mean to them, so i'm letting you know right now" you smiled as you wrapped your arms around his waist and placed your chin on his shoulder.
your eyes softened as the small tears trailed down his cheeks as you brought a hand to wipe them away.
"tanjiro kamado thank you for being such a bright star in this cruel world"
that was the night he confessed, where he told you how much he loved you, and to his shock, you loved him too.
the two of you were official, he had spent a small fortune on finding you the perfect ring, the best ring. and that's what he confessed with.
and finally it was the day for you to meet his family.
he had told you stories. on how takeo would get angry when he wasn't included in things. how shigeru and hanako would get into fights but forget about them within a minute. how rokuta was just now taking his first few steps and how his speech was increasing. and how nezuko was always helping out but also being a sense of comfort to all. and how even tho she was all alone his mother took care of most of the household even while sick.
from everything you had heard his family was absolutely lovely. and you hoped they would find you the same way.
and luckily, they adored you.
as soon as you walked through the door shigeru and hanako ran up to you and grabbed you by the legs excitedly asking if you were the person tanjiro was going to marry.
the entire day had gone by smoothly up until dinner time.
you sat next to tanjiro with baby rokuta in your lap after he refused to be let go, he weirdly grew fond of you quickly; not that you were complaining he was absolutely adorable. his mother was at your other side and nezuko, takeo, shigeru, and hanako where infront of you four.
"so ____" kie called out causing you to look up from baby rokuta who was babbling words you were trying to understand. "yes okasan?" you asked as she turned to face you. "do you like kids?" she asked with a smile as rokuta continued to play with your un occupied hand.
"uh huh! in the village i was from before i came here i helped out at a nursery so i gained a bit of experience in caring and bonding with children" you said as baby rokuta looked up to you with a innocent baby look before breaking out into a fit of giggles.
a chorus of 'aww's went around the room as the baby happily babbled away.
"i hope you and tanjiro give me some grandbabies soon seeing as this one is already growing to fast" kei said out loud causing a angry red blush to spread to both you and tanjiros cheeks as both kei and nezuko laughed leaving the other two children confused.
"m-mom!" tanjiro stuttered the blush deepening as she continued laughing.
oh such happy memories.
sadly, you and tanjiro wouldn't be able to make more.
that night you had stayed over and were going to leave 3 days from then, sadly that would never happen.
the day after returning home from selling charcoal tanjiro sped up at the smell of blood.
the smell of blood, coming from his home.
a massacre had happened.
kei and hanako laid against the door frame to the kitchen eyes closed, pale faces covered in blood.
shigeru and takeo lying motionless on the floor eyes stuck open in terror. and in the entrance door frame layed nezuko, rokuta, and you.
all presumably dead.
the only one who lived was nezuko, yet his sister became a demon. the very thing that had killed his family and the love of his life.
"Muzan Kibutsuji! No matter where you go, you're not getting away! I'll follow you to the ends of Hell, and I swear I'll slice your head with my blade! I'll never forgive you no matter what!"
and he never will.
muzan kibutsujii will pay, for taking his past and present. but also for taking his future.
that night before he left he remembered the conversation you two had.
"hey tantan" you said sitting on the futon beside his, his mother had provided you with as you ran the brush through your hair.
"yes ____?" he asked with that sweet and kind voice looking up at you with his soft red eyes full of love and adoration.
"have you ever heard of demons?" you asked pressing your finger against your lips as if you were telling a secret. "demons?" he was confused why were you bringing this up?
"yeah like scary man eaters" you said emphasizing your point by putting your fingers against your head like devil horns,
with a laugh he grabbed your hands and pulled them down to hold them in his.
"no i haven't, why?" he asked curious as to why you would ask.
"no reason, i just heard they're sUper scary" you said emphasizing on the u in super.
"well you don't have to worry because demons arent real, and even if they were..." he trailed off a small blush covering his cheeks as he looked up into your eyes. "..i would make sure to protect you and make sure you didn't get hurt.: he mumbled shyly as you stared at him in awa before you smiled.
"i know!"
"god ____, i'm so sorry" he whispered small tears falling, yet this time there was no one to wipe them.
A/N Am i sorry? idk anyways goodnight i have classes in 3 hours and i have been procrastinating school work so until next week! Bye Bye!
#tanjiro kamado#kny tanjirou#kimetsu no yaiba#kny fluff#kny angst#hurt/no comfort#tw death#tanjiro x reader#demon slayer tanjiro#gender neutral reader#no use of y/n#angst no happy ending#sad fic#demon slayer
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Evan Peters x Fem!Reader
Warnings: sad, sensitive topics, self-harm, depression, death of a close family member, anxiety attacks, suicide.
Evan's age: 20 years old.
Bella's age (y/n): 19 years old.
There you were again, hugging your knees in the corner of your room with tears running down your eyes and holding some pretty sharp scissors. Supposedly, according to her therapist, her panic attacks and anxiety would go away if she took her pills, but it only seemed to make them worse. Those little pills made you feel like you were in control, and by not taking them you lost control and didn't know what to do, which always ended with blood on your arms and a girl with very swollen red eyes. You were weak, as this time the cuts were deep and you were losing blood, but you still had the strength to pick up the phone and make a call, you had to call your boyfriend as he knew how to calm you down.
“Evan please answer” you said to yourself with the phone in your hand and blood running down your wrists. “Come on, answer it “ you said and started crying again. A tired voice answered the call.
“Sweetie? What's going on? It's 2:30 am” he said making some small complaints -It seems that I woke him up-.
“Mhhh, I... I'm sorry I shouldn't have called you right now” you said and were ready to end the conversation there, but he spoke again.
“Come on, tell me what happened, It's not normal for you to call me at this time of the morning, are you okay?”
“I don't know what to do” you blurted out and started crying. “I know you always tell me to be strong but I can't stand it, I don't want to be here, you are my only reason to live and I feel like I can't bear all this weight anymore” you said crying harder and harder.
“...” There was a silence.
“Evan?" Are you on the call?”
“Don't tell me you did it again” he said coldly, you didn't answer anything. “I'll go to your house” he said and ended the call.
Less than 10 minutes passed and there was a knock on the door.
“Bella! Open the door please!” Evan wasn't lying when he said he was coming. “Bella, please open me up, I'm worried about you!” You tripped down the stairs, you were bleeding to death. You were very unstable mentally and physically and you wouldn't have more than 10 minutes if you weren't rushed to the hospital. You went downstairs and opened the door for your boyfriend.
“…” He stared at you. “Bella, my God” he said, looking at your arms. “Please, not again” he said and grabbed your arm to lead you to your room.
He went up angry, it wasn't the first time you called him and told him that. He got mad every time he saw those stupid bloody scissors and your bruised wrists, he knew all the problems you had and he helped you through them, but you didn't help much. Going upstairs, he pulled out some bandages and began wrapping them around your forearms.
“Linda... why are you doing this?” He said in a depressed way, he hated having to go to your house to heal you. Shedding a couple of tears, she grabbed her phone and called an ambulance, she had lost too much blood.
“I don't know… I feel like I'm getting worse and worse, I can't get over my mother, my father hates me and I don't have friends, you're the only thing I have left” you said letting some tears fall.
Your mother committed suicide when you were 5 years old because your father was unfaithful to her and she couldn't bear that pain. After what happened with your mother, your father became a fucking alcoholic, drug addict and abuser, he could never touch you but he hit you a lot. Every time he came home from "work" he beat you to death then drank 6 cans of beer and passed out you had to take responsibility for a long time but then you stopped caring and stopped caring about him to worry about the. its. Your mental health got worse and you stopped eating, Evan helped you with everything, he made you eat again and you worried about your health, but you always fell down.
“Honey, just promise me something... don't leave me, I don't know what I would do without you” Evan said making your eyes sparkle.
“I don't know if I'll last a little longer” you said sleepily, your vision blurring -oh no, not this-.
“Bella, hey, don't fall asleep” Evan said, shaking your shoulders. “Hey! Don't fall asleep please! The ambulance will arrive!” he yelled but it was useless, you were no longer with him. “Bella please answer me! I need you with me!” Evan hugged you and cried, he cried a lot, the love of his life had abandoned him.
He was clear about what was going through your mind, but he never thought about what would happen if you were no longer with him. He took you in his arms when he heard noise outside, the ambulances had arrived. Still hoping you might survive, he took you to the first floor as best he could and opened the door, letting the paramedics put you on a stretcher and try to revive you, but all that effort was useless, you had already bled to death.
“Sorry boy, there's nothing we can do, she lost too much blood” the paramedic told Evan.
“No… please, try something else, I know something else could work” replied the totally devastated boy.
“Sorry, there's nothing we can do” he said again, causing Evan to fall to his knees on the floor as he cried.
“Why! Why Bella? Why did you have to leave me?!” Evan told himself as he cried harder and harder.
He felt empty, as if finally he was absolutely nothing. The person he loved so much showed that he didn't care how he would feel without the other's presence.
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What could’ve been
Summary: Bucky says goodbye to the woman he loves
Paring: Bucky x reader
Word Count: 485
Warnings: Angst
A/N: This made me cry while writing it… so that says a lot 🥲
The memory replays constantly in your head as you close your eyes.
A Small house in the suburbs of Brooklyn with a white picket fence, you are in the kitchen making lunch as your children run around in the backyard with your dog.
Bucky is sitting on the back porch admiring the life you both created, so beautiful yet so delicate. “ Lunch is ready! Come wash up!” You yell from the window seal, Bucky gets up from his spot. “ You heard your momma, come on James, Becca wash up” he playfully chases them inside.
The sounds of footsteps and giggles soon fill your home, and that makes the biggest smile appear on your face. As your children, rush past you to go wash their hands, Bucky quickly comes to aid you as you hold the tray of food. “ Woah now, my wife shouldn’t be carrying heavy things, especially in your condition” he points an accusing finger at your pregnant belly and takes the tray from your hands.
You scuff at him playfully, “What are you going to do about it, Sarge?” You tease him, he simply shakes his head before kissing you and setting the table.
Those are the memories that would’ve been real if life didn’t happen the way it did. If Bucky hadn’t left for war.
A tired, yet graceful smile appears on your face as you open your eyes to stare at the love of your life. “Oh my James it’s more and more beautiful every time” You reach to move his hand that was holding yours to rest on your cheek. “ if only things were different, but we can’t dwell on the past” you’re weak lips place a kiss on his hand.
The rims of his eyes are red as he struggles to not let his tears fall down his face. “ Don’t cry, my love. Be thankful for the short time we got to have. I am grateful for the life I lived, Please know that I will always love you, My James Buchanan Barnes. You’re still the charming man I remember. Don’t let what those people did to you, define who you are. You deserve to be happy and live the life you want”. You closed your eyes and kissed his hand once more. The memory replays one last time as you close your eyes.
The heart monitor in the room begins to flat line, soon silence is the only sound that filled the room. With sad eyes, Bucky watches as your grip begins to fall from his hand, he leans forward, brushing your grey hairs out of your face. He places delicate kisses on your forehead, eyes, and lastly, the corner of your mouth, “Rest peacefully my beautiful doll. I will always love you”
Just like that Bucky lost the love of his life, the woman he thought he could have it all with.
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