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schemmentigfs · 3 months

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Future Milf, part two.

part one!

paring: melissa schemmenti x reader.

summary: after the incident in the teacher's lounge, you start to avoid melissa who is willing to know what happened and trying to get things back to normal.

warnings: just a little angst but trust me, we have a happy ending!

author notes: This is a little rushed, but I hope you all enjoy this second part 🤍 I also wanted to thank the beautiful people who are sending requests for Mel, they are amazing and i'm already working on them! And don't worry, feel free to send any idea that comes to mind. It will be an honor for me to turn them into reality.

tags: @esposadejoyhuerta @gweninred @moistblobfish

English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes!

The truth was that Melissa was completely disoriented, her brain trying to process what had happened in the last seven minutes. You acting like that and apologizing, leaving the room as quickly as possible made her worried as hell.

All she wanted was to comfort you and know what was really happening. There were a lot of doubts in her mind, to be honest. Had she done something? Or said something? The way you couldn't look into her green eyes was so strange..

Everything between you two was great until today, and then it all suddenly fell apart at lunchtime? That made her feel a little paranoid.

“Melissa, are you well? Are you hurt?” Barb asks.

“I don't know,” she said, staring into nothing, worrying her friends, “I just need to check on her.” The redhead gets up and runs to start looking for you.

“MELISSA! WAIT!” the entire Abbott crew screams, but she completely ignores it.

She stops in front of your classroom and notices that the door is locked. The lights are off, but Melissa knows you're in there.

“Sweetheart, please let me in,” she knocks gently, “I am not mad with ya. Don't worry about it, I just want to know how you are.” The older woman adds, almost begging for you to open the door.

Locked inside your classroom, you were sitting on the floor. Curled up hugging your knees, trying to find some comfort while crying. The whole situation was so fucking stupid, of course. But it still left you overwhelmed and on the verge of an anxiety attack.

So lending Melissa the future milf t-shirt made you completely lose your mind? Wow, you really were a stupid person. Stupid. That word stuck in your brain and made you cry even more.

Hearing your quiet sobs made the redhead's heart break into pieces. The thought of her doing something that made you hurt was utterly painful. The truth was that Melissa would blame herself for the rest of her life if she had made you feel bad in any way.

“Hon, c'mon. Let me—” she started.

“Don't. Melissa, please. Just go away, I need to be alone,” you interrupt her, hoping she would understand that you didn't have the strength to say anything else.

Before walking away, she whispers loud enough for you to hear. “If you need anything, you know where to find me. But please, promise me you'll be okay.” The redhead said trying to wipe away the small tears that threatened to fall from her face.

“I'll be fine. Now go.” You growl, unaware that your words have fully gotten to her.

—

It had been a while since Melissa changed her mood so quickly. She had learned to control her emotions, thanks to you, who helped her notice that it was okay to show them from time to time and it wasn't shameful at all. But at that moment everything seemed useless.

Her legs were shaking slightly and she kept tapping her fingers on the desk, while trying to focus on correcting some of the children's homeworks. It was clear that Melissa was almost having a huge panic attack.

Ashely, who was now scrolling through her cell phone boredly after making sure the students were doing their activities calmly and in silence, noticed the sudden change in the redhead and her eyebrows raised in confusion.

“What’s the matter, boss? You seem a little quiet since lunch time. Which is strange ‘cause earlier you were all excited and—”

The older woman rolls her eyes. “Nothing happened. I'm fine,” she responds, clenching her teeth, “everything is ok, kid.”

“Are you sure? I know we’re not that close, but if you need to vent, I’m all ears.” The girl shrugs.

Melissa's eyes widen, her aide was really willing to give her some advice? Normally, Ashley didn't tend to be very serious. When she tried to help, the girl always ended up saying things that were a bit nonsense. But this time, she was here ready to be a shoulder to lean on.

“Y/n..” she started but quickly corrected herself, not quite ready to confide the crush she had on you to anyone else than Barbara. “Today, a strange thing happened between me and a friend that honestly left me completely confused.”

“Oh. Do you have any idea what might have happened?”

Melissa stops for a moment, trying to get her head to work and think of a reason that could explain what had happened between the two of you.

“I-I can't explain it properly...everything was normal between us and when lunch time came...” the teacher stuttered, “she could barely look at me and when I told her to act like a real adult and tell me what was happening, she panicked and ran away.”

“After that you were able to talk to her?”

“Kinda, but she told me to leave her alone.”

Ashley gives her a pitying look, she knew who Melissa was referring to. Anyone who works at Abbott would know. “I'm sorry this happened boss, but I'm sure things will get better between you and her. Just give her a little time.”

Melissa nodded and smiled. “Thanks for the advice, hon.”

“Anytime boss, anytime.”

—

Changing my life with the wave of her hand.

Nobody can deny that there's something there.

There.

Running my hands through her hair.

Both of us thinking how good it can be.

Someone is speaking, but she doesn't know he's there.

The melody of Here, There And Everywhere by The Beatles echoed throughout the kitchen directly from the small radio on the balcony, while Melissa prepared dinner.

This was one of the many songs she always wanted to dedicate to you, the redhead dreamed of dancing with her arms around you, after a busy day at school while this song played. Just the two of you, enjoying each other's company.

Was it quite cliché? Of course it was, even for the one and only Melissa Schemmenti. But to be honest, she didn't care how it sounded.

The older woman was so in love with you that she thought of endless romantic scenarios every day. After what happened today, every one of them seemed distant. But she still had a simple hope within her.

“Watching her eyes, and hoping I'm always there,” she sings passionately, while cutting the tomatoes perfectly, “I want her everywhere, and if she is beside me. I know I need never care, but to love her is to need her everywhere.” Melissa closes her eyes for a moment, thinking about you.

On the way out, she looked for you in the Abbott parking lot but was unsuccessful, she was waiting for a message from you, saying that you had arrived home safely like you always did.

But you didn't send her anything.

A feeling ran through her body. It was as if the redhead was losing the most precious thing in her life. Desperate, Melissa picked up her cellphone that was leaning on the living room table and went to check on you. Screw the advice Ashely gave earlier, she couldn't wait anymore.

Hon, are you feeling better? I hope so. By the way, did you manage to get home safely?

Sorry if I sound desperate, but I need to know if things are ok.

Y/n? Please answer me.

Her heart breaks into pieces when she sees that you just viewed the message and didn't even make the effort to reply back. For fuck’s sake, what had she done that was so serious? Nothing made sense anymore.

Just a few blocks away, you were lying on the couch and drinking an entire bottle of vodka, pretending like you didn't care about not responding to Melissa's messages. It was immature, but it seemed to make sense to you. Since this whole milf situation was a complete disaster, ignoring her seemed right.

Of course, inside you felt like a monster, knowing that the redhead didn't deserve this. But what you could do?

“I’m ready to open another bottle and listen to a two-hour-plus loop of Chamber of Reflection,” you say, making Ava sigh.

The principal had stopped by your house hours ago to check on you and when she saw the miserable state you were in, she decided to stay there for a while. And tried to comfort you (in the most Ava Coleman way possible.)

“Y/N. Come on, you can't act like Schemmenti doesn't exist. If you keep doing that, she'll soon break into your place to find out what's going on,” she comments, “just like an episode of a soap opera where the greatest absurdities happen in an exactly dramatic way.” Ava finished her sentence while painting her nails a shade of red. The act catching your attention.

Red. It reminded you of Melissa.

Yeah, this was being harder than it seemed.

“Shut up, she won't come after me,” you said it like it was just another one of the stupid things Ava used to say.

“Yes, she will. And y’know that very well.”

—

The next day, Melissa sat with her arms crossed at the table she shared with Barb and you. The redhead stared at the small tupperware in front of her, last night she made what she knew was your favorite dish: pancakes. She was anxiously waiting for you to show up in the break room, but that didn't happen.

Keep calm, Schemmenti. She will appear soon. She won't ignore you.

“Dear..” the kindergarten teacher whispers and she snorts, trying to change the subject, disguising how tense she was.

“What’s so interesting out there?” Melissa asks as she notices Janine, Gregory and Jacob looking at each other with strange expressions after spying in the window.

“Nothing.” Jacob is the first to respond and the couple agrees with him, swearing that there was nothing interesting outside.

She laughs humorlessly, the history teacher simply didn't know how to lie.

“C'mon, kiddo. You guys look like you've seen a ghost.” The redhead gets up from the table and approaches the three, squinting to see anything out of the ordinary and when she does. Her breathing hitches.

On the sidewalk, there were you and another teacher, who she recognized as the art teacher. The woman was happily chatting with you and leaning too close to Melissa's chagrin.

Ms. Evans was know for her big crush on you, she was always fighting with the redhead to have your attention. And now that Melissa was being ignored by you, this bitch thought she could have you all to herself? No way.

“YOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!” she yelled coming down to get some satisfaction from you.

The sound of angry footsteps caught your attention, it was clearly that they belong to who you had been avoiding since yesterday, Melissa.

The wish was for the redhead to pass straight by without noticing your presence there. But instead, she approached and with a certain force grabbed you by the arm, taking you to one of the far corners of the building.

“Melissa! What the fuck?” you said.

“So while I was worried to death there in the staff room because you didn't talked to me since yesterday, you were here talking normally to that idiot!” the older woman's tone was altered, you could clearly hear the jealousy in her voice, “Had fun with your new best friend?”

“She’s not my best friend. We were just talking,” the nonsensical accusation makes you roll your eyes, letting out a mocking chuckle. “Melissa, stop acting like that!” you shout and she loses her temper even more.

“You suddenly act like a bitch and I’m the one to blame? What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/n?” she growls, fire in her green eyes.

“I dunno, a lot of things I suppose,” you retort coldly.

Melissa sighs when she realizes how tough she was. “Look, I don’t want to be an idiot. But please tell me what I did, so I can fix it.”

“We have nothing to fix between us, Schemmenti.”

“What? Are you really going to ignore it and pretend like none of this is happening?” The redhead asked in disbelief.

“Trust me. It’s better this way, for both of us,” you mumble, walking away from her, leaving an upset Melissa behind.

—

After the ‘argument’ on Tuesday, Melissa and you barely crossed paths at Abbott. And when you bumped into each other in the hallway, both grumbled and went back to your own ways.

The redhead and you were fighting the need to put the damned pride aside and throw yourselfs into each other's arms, and finally apologizing. But you were too stubborn for that and it was fucking complicated.

“This is stupid! Can you believe that Y/n started going to that coffee shop that's just a few blocks away from here just so she wouldn't have to face me at lunch? This whole thing is starting to irritate me.” Melissa tells to her best friend one morning.

“I understand that this situation is complicated, but don’t you think that both of you are exaggerating?” Barb asked carefully. Even she couldn't handle this situation anymore, it was disappointing to have to see you and Melissa acting like two children.

Ava who was listening to the conversation cautiously, decided to interrupt. “Schemmenti, haven’t you put the pieces together yet? Unbelievable.” She said as if it was something of small importance, making the redhead's eyebrows raise in confusion.

“Huh?”

“It’s so simple, I thought you already figured it all out,” the principal continues in a mysterious tone, making Melissa's head spin, “If it weren’t for this bullshit, you and Y/n would already be like two rabbits jumping on top of each other, if you know what I mean.”

The last comment makes Barb choke on her tea. “Ava, could you not be so specific about this? We’re in a school!” she scolds her.

“Whatever! It’s past time for her to know that Y/n likes her too. Even Janine and Gregory acted better than that!”

Everything around Melissa seemed to have gone silent. So was it true, the feelings were also reciprocal. A lot of questions surrounded her mind, why didn't you say anything? Why did you decide to pretend you weren't in love with her? Were you afraid of not being reciprocated?

“Why is she avoiding me then?” the redhead asks out loud, “that’s making me lose my mind. I just miss her.”

“Because of the t-shirt she lend ya. Mainly ‘cause of the last word printed on it.” That's all Ava says at that moment.

“A milf?” Melissa questions, still confused trying to think of putting the pieces together. “What does that mean? Is it something bad?”

“I was going to suggest you to google the meaning, but since you look like you're about to have a heart attack, I will tell ya,” she laughs and the redhead rolls her eyes, showing Ava her middle finger, “but don't be scared, it's a good thing, actually.”

“Alright..” the green-eyed woman whispers, still afraid of the answer, “so what does this whole milf thing means?”

“Mother I'd Like To Fuck. It also means that an older woman is super attractive.”

Melissa was left open-mouthed, her eyes blinking trying to process the explanation. So that was the damn meaning, well, she had to admit that was hot. “Wait... so Y/n..” she starts but there is a pause.

“Is in love with you and was scared when she saw ya wearing that t-shirt looking extremely hot, and preferred to stay away in case you found out what she felt.” Ava reveals it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, “What are you waiting for? Go find your girl, Schemmenti.”

—

Time passed slowly to Melissa's disgust and despair, making the poor woman sigh feeling defeated. As each second passed, she glanced quickly at the clock on her classroom wall, waiting for the afternoon to end.

After her students left, and the school day was finally over. She drove to your house — without caring about traffic regulations and rules — nothing else really mattered, she just needed to see you.

Sitting on the floor, while assembling a Lego set that simulated a beautiful bouquet of flowers — a gift you received from Janine and Gregory days ago, a lovely attempt by the couple to cheer you up — the sound of the doorbell ringing caught your attention. Making you stop your movements.

You furrowed your eyebrow in confusion, who could it be? Most of your friends were at different appointments at that time. So it certainly wasn't one of them.

“I'm almost coming! I just hope you’re not a stupid lunatic or some other ,” you grumbled, standing up as the sounds of the doorbell seemed more desperate with each passing second.

You opened the door and found Melissa standing there with her arms crossed, shivering slightly from the storm. “Hon, it’s so good to see you again.” She murmurs with a weak smile. Without caring if her voice sounds too desperate.

“Mel, what are you doing here? You might catch a damn cold like that.” You scolded her, pulling her into the house and locking the door again.

“I don’t care about that, I needed to see you. Actually we have to talk.” She responds taking off the black leather jacket that covered her body and hanging it where you kept your coats.

“We have to?” There is a little hesitation in the tone of your voice, all that courage and confidence have disappeared from your body. Insecurity taking over.

“Yeah, hon. We do.” She replied, noticing your nervousness, Melissa tries to comfort you, placing her hand on your shoulder and stroking it lovingly, showing that everything was fine. You smile for the first time in days in the presence of your beloved redhead.

She takes you to the small white sofa that was in the middle of the living room. “I know you were avoiding me because of that shirt. And I know you're in love with me.”

“What? Fuck, how did you figure all this out?” you whisper in panic, covering your face with your hands. Feeling vulnerable at the mercy of the red-haired figure sitting next to you.

A silence fell in the room, making you feel even more embarrassed.

“Ava told me those things earlier today. Hon, why didn't you tell me anything? That would have made everything so much easier.”

“What do you mean by making things easier? I don't understand.”

“I'm love with you too, idiot. I just didn't say before ‘cause I was insecure as fuck. But now, I know exactly what I want: you. No one else, just you.” She confessed with a smile on her face.

Automatically your body falls even more on the couch and you feel slightly dizzy. Closing your eyes slowly, trying to regain consciousness. “Sorry, I'm a bit nervous,” you respond. “It's too much to process. Jesus Christ.”

“Don’t be nervous, it’s me. Just me,” Melissa pulls you into her lap sighing as she smells your lavender scent again. “I'm sorry if I acted like a bitch the last few days. It was not necessary.”

“It was never your fault, I was the real bitch. You didn’t deserve to go through this just because of an irresponsible attitude of mine,” you say, resting your foreheads together.

“I think it's fair to say that we overreacted a bit,” the older woman smiles with her eyes closed. Feeling a slight courage run through her body, she asks you something. “Sweetheart?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?” Melissa asks biting her lip and slowly approaching, “I wanna do this since New Year's Eve.”

“Yes, please, Mel.” You beg wrapping your arms around her neck.

The moment her lips touched yours, it felt like you were in heaven. Melissa's lips were soft against yours. The kiss was calm and peaceful, both wanting to show all the love you felt for each other.

“You know, being considered a milf is an honor for me.” Melissa scoffs with a mischievous smile as you pull away from the kiss.

“Shut up.” You chuckle, cupping her cheeks.

“Make me,” the redhead teases, “please.”

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m00nsbaby · 9 months

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Sleepwalking. (Already over II)

Steven Grant ( + Marc Spector) x F! Reader.

First part: Already Over.

Next part: Clumsy.

Tags & warnings. Angst, like, just angst. Steven hurts his hand at the beggining so there's blood involved, Marc is kind of a... jerk.

Word count. 3.8k

Summary.

What a shame, what a shame, what a shame, It's all fun and games 'til you don't wanna play now. Run away, run away, run away, It's easy to say but it's harder to say now. You're onto something else, I'm a picture left on your shelf. The dream's a lie I tell myself Feel like I'm sleepwalking when you're gone.

The moment the bomb detonated was more horrible than Marc had imagined. Not only because of Steven, who in his mind was the worst of his problems, but because the moment you closed the door behind you, it felt as if you had taken his heart with you.

Marc collapsed on the floor, unable to cry, even if he wanted to. He wasn't like Steven; he couldn't just let it flow, but at this moment, it seemed more like he was in shock.

He wondered, did that really happen or am I just dreaming?

His body tensed for a few seconds; he closed his eyes tightly, and before he could protest, Steven had taken control of the body. He had struggled so hard to keep him in the shadows that his body felt exhausted, with a horrible burning sensation in his muscles.

"Marc?" he questioned out loud, still on the floor. "Marc? What did you do?"

There was no response, and he could only swallow hard as if it would help wash away the bad taste in his mouth.

"What did you do, Marc?" Sometimes the best part of having Steven was having a way to express his pain. By the third time he asked, his voice was already broken, his vision blurred by the tears that threatened to come out at any moment.

Finally, the other one had the courage to respond.

"L-Layla knows," was the only thing that sounded in the headspace.

"How am I going to fix this, Marc?" Memories of what happened just a few minutes ago came to him in flashes; he didn't have the whole conversation because Marc had forced him to stay in the shadows.

The mere image of your heartbroken gaze was enough to cause nightmares for the rest of his life, whether he managed to fix Marc's mistake or not.

"I don't care; I don't care about her!" He sobbed with anger coursing through him from head to toe. At this point, his pain seemed more physical than emotional. He felt exactly like that time when he was impaled multiple times in Cairo.

But worse. At that time, he had a suit to protect him. How would he deal with this now without anything to shield him?

"You can't go on like this, Steven, we can't…"

As if his body moved automatically, he headed for the nearest mirror, the one where you had sought him out for help. His hands stopped on the edge of the sink, and he stared fixedly at himself in the mirror.

Tears flowed freely, seeking to heal a wound the size of his chest.

"I hate you," he whispered with a voice shattered, Marc looked back at him trying to maintain his composure. The pain of a broken heart combined with his constant battle with pride; he would never admit that he might be wrong. "You ruined it, Marc, you ruined everything."

"I did? I ruined everything?" Marc's ironic laughter made his blood boil. "I told you a damn million times, Steven!" The screams made him startle, but he was determined to hide his weakness. He was finally ready to face him. "I told you to stay away from her; was it fair to snatch away the one thing I have?"

Steven's fist went straight to the mirror. He didn't break it, but he shattered the reflection of Marc into many small pieces, and his knuckles were bleeding in a matter of seconds.

"My life is made to support yours." When Steven's fixed gaze met his, Marc had time to question how they had come to this after supposedly fixing things. Was this also his entire fault? "And I understood it, I swear to God I did." Sometimes he had to pause to sniff through his nose. "All I've done is give everything for you, and you took away everything I had."

There was only silence from the other side of the mirror.

"You took her away from me, Marc." His voice gradually lowered; suddenly, he reverted to the old Steven, with a broken heart and his guard down. The one that made him think so much of his younger brother. "What do I have in life if it's not her?"

More silence. Of course, Steven was in the same predicament as him, clinging to something that brought them happiness.

The difference was that for him, it wasn't exactly Layla.

"We were happy with Layla." His broken voice was barely perceptible.

"You were happy." He looked at his fingers, as the blood continued to run through them. "You were happy with stability, happy hiding from problems with stupid adventures that make you forget how bad your life is outside of there."

The amount of resentment in his voice was terrifying. Painful.

"You were happy pretending to be someone you're not." He closed his eyes, letting the tears flow freely. "You were happy pretending I didn't exist."

"S-Steven, I, I, don't…"

There was no more conversation at that moment. Not for the rest of the day. Or the night. Marc was a silent witness to how Steven cried until his throat was raw, how his entire body trembled, and how an nauseating knot formed in his stomach, paralyzing all his muscles.

The next day was a nightmare worse than the previous one. For the first time in a long while, Steven was able to sleep the hours that a normal human needed to function, but the problem was that, of course, these hours had been filled with nightmares and dreams where only you were present. Waking up to the reality where everything was worse was an emotional burden that filled his eyes with tears in the first minutes of regaining consciousness.

Well, he had to start trying. He picked up his phone, the one you always teased him about because it was the oldest phone you had ever seen.

First call, first voicemail.

"Love? Could you answer the calls? I really need to talk to you, I'm so sorry for the things Marc said yesterday."

Second call, second voicemail.

"I'm so sorry, really, please, please answer, okay? I need you."

Third call, third voicemail.

"It was never my intention to hurt you," and yes, for a change, Steven was taking responsibility for Marc's mistakes. "And I know it wasn't his either, he's just… damaged and scared. Please, love, please, let's talk."

Fourth call, fourth voicemail.

"We can't throw away all our plans, love." He didn't fear that you could hear his sobs or the way he struggled for breath between sentences. "I want to be with you. I want to be with you until the last day of my life, please, please."

The fifth call didn't go through. It seemed like you had turned off your phone. Fifth voicemail.

"I know you don't want to see me right now." He had to clear his throat before speaking again. "I just want to talk to you. It's all I'm asking for, it doesn't have to be now, just give me a sign that I can come closer, I'm begging you."

He didn't give up. If it were up to his anxiety, his love, or his fear of abandonment, he would have called you a total of 20 times per hour. But he knew you wanted and needed space. All that was left was to pray that you would hear his messages and give him the slightest sign of life.

In the end, he returned to bed, laying face down, and closed his eyes for just a few seconds.

"Steven?"

"What?"

"The body."

"Huh?"

"Give me the body."

"What do you mean…?"

"I need to go talk to Layla."

"You must be kidding." Steven barely lifted his head to see the mirror resting on one of the furniture next to his bed.

The one he never touched because it had a lipstick mark from you in one corner. A perfectly formed kiss. There was Marc.

"Tell me you're joking."

"Give me the body or I will take it from you."

Steven had no strength to fight, he relented and hoped for a little peace in the darkness of his mind.

That afternoon, Marc apologized tirelessly, and yes, he preferred a million times to falsely accept that he had had an affair than to confess Steven's existence.

"Forgive me, okay? I made a mistake." His hands cradled Layla's face between them. Of course, he had made a mistake, although he didn't specify what kind.

"You're an idiot, Marc." And he couldn't help but think that yes, indeed, he was. There weren't many more words exchanged between them, but unfortunately, this relationship was an imbalanced scale.

It was about two people who simply didn't know how to deal with their emotions, didn't know how to communicate with each other, and undoubtedly had never dealt with their emotional baggage separately to understand that they needed to work to become better.

He couldn't help but notice the parallel. He doesn't remember the romantic part of your relationship with Steven because Steven himself took great care to hide it perfectly, but Marc is aware of every aspect of what your friendship was.

He remembers every argument, if they could even be called that. You two never raised your voices, never.

And you, as the apparent best friend, knew Marc's story inside out, you were never one to raise your voice, but you were always careful not to trigger a bad memory in Steven.

On his part, Steven was incredible at listening. He listened attentively, didn't interrupt, and when you finished talking, he would explain his perspective. You didn't always reach an agreement, that was obvious, but you always knew that you both were much more important to each other than any silly disagreement.

Marc thought about how he would have liked to be as honest as Steven was when Layla's lips were on him. When his way of clarifying things was to have the grossest sex of both their lives.

Usually, the best part of spending these kinds of nights with her was that it meant a mental break with you in exactly two days. Although Steven never understood why you refused to see him the next day, Marc always knew why you felt disgusted. In fact, he understood perfectly, but he never had the courage to tell you that he was sorry.

Thinking that not only were you in love with Steven but that you were also a couple fueled his self-disgust even more.

"I love you, Marc." That was the last thing he heard before leaving his wife's house, which at every moment felt more like a stranger to him.

He didn't respond, and like everyone else around him, she settled for it because everyone always accommodates themselves to Marc Spector's wishes.

Each passing hour, you were crumbling in a worse way. Probably "dead inside" was one of the best ways to describe your current state.

The stages of grief were starting to attack you, very slowly, but you didn't want to be rational because calling it "grief" would mean that you had lost Steven forever.

And you had, but you didn't want to think about that. After all, you were still in the first stage, denial.

It took you a few hours to decide to listen to his voicemails.

"My baby." You whispered to yourself as your arms clung to one of the many garments you had stolen from him. His navy blue sweater that was too long on the sleeves.

You felt ridiculous.

You sobbed forcefully, your cheek had been tingling for a while from the warmth and moisture of your tears on the pillow. Did the breakup hurt? Of course, it hurt to the core, but after hearing his broken voice on the other end of the line, what was probably hurting you the most was knowing that Steven was suffering.

It felt like they were being forcibly torn apart, although it had felt that way from the moment their relationship began. The rope had been tightening around each of you, pulling you apart at the cost of permanently hurting them.

You were sure you would never love anyone the way you loved and still love Steven. Steven would rather vanish than even imagine a life with someone else.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You whispered as the fabric of his sweater covered part of your face, with the sole purpose of sniffing and recapturing a bit of his scent. The garment had been in your possession for so long that you could barely perceive Steven in it anymore.

You apologized for not being more discreet, for, in your opinion, ruining your perfect relationship, maybe for not knowing how to keep your distance when there was still time. You apologized for being so deeply in love that you felt like you couldn't live without him, for choosing to look out for yourself instead of running into his arms, and for any inconveniences you might have caused Marc one day.

Steven and you were on autopilot. Barely eating, barely breathing, barely existing.

You somehow managed to get up and shower after receiving the call from the pet adoption center confirming that the form you and Steven had filled out had been approved, and now you just had to go for 3 days, 2 hours to visit your future pet.

A part of you momentarily thought about ignoring the call, you were so broken that the mere thought of that visit together ended up squeezing your heart painfully, not to mention that the whole plan from the beginning was for the cat to belong to both of you.

Your rational side was always stronger than you, you couldn't leave the little one without a home. Besides, maybe you needed the company.

Perhaps he would do you good, and you would do everything possible to do right by him.

Needless to say, on the first day of bonding, you cried until your lungs hurt, with the little kitten in your arms. He was so affectionate, providing excellent comfort, but you didn't stop crying for a single moment during the 2 hours.

Then you cried more on the way back home because you had to say goodbye to him.

On the second day, you only cried half of the visit because when the cat started playing in front of you, it drew a small laugh from you for the way he twirled around.

On the last day, you found him waiting for you, ready to settle on your lap. It was as if he understood that you were exhausted, and his purring felt like receiving a hug. You were a perfect match.

Meanwhile, Marc was living days that were going from bad to worse. Steven refused to speak to him more than necessary, but everything hurt twice as much when the breakdowns started coming back. As he took another sip of his whiskey, he realized that this time he had nowhere to go, that he would probably never hear you say "I'm here" again to keep him sane, that your arms wouldn't surround him, and you wouldn't leave him a space in your bed that was a million times more comfortable than his. Accepting that he missed you churned his stomach. Because, of course, it wasn't the first time he had thought of you since you left, but it was the first time he lowered his guard enough to digest that all of this was his fault. That he had hurt you in a permanent way while you had only given him peace whenever you could. Steven understood that both of them were fucked up when he finally saw Marc cry. When Marc finally cracked.

Steven almost had a heart attack when he received a message from you. There was no text, just a photo of the kitten he recognized perfectly.

He wasn't aware of the smile that appeared on his face. One, he could see that the background of the photo was your apartment, which meant the kitten was already with you. Two, perhaps this meant that not everything was lost.

"Can I come see him?" He was biting his nails while waiting for your response. "Sure."

Steven left his apartment so quickly that his curls were still damp from the shower he took in a matter of seconds. He didn't care about being on the most crowded bus if it meant getting to your apartment faster.

Exactly 22 minutes after your message, he was standing at your door.

The smile on his face vanished when you opened the door. Both of you looked like a mess, in pain, and by this point, you had accepted that your eyes would be swollen and irritated for the rest of your days.

You didn't approach him for a hug like he thought would happen. You also took a few seconds to analyze him from head to toe.

He was as beautiful as ever. His messy curls made him look even more adorable. A meow echoed behind you, snapping you back to the present.

"Do you want to come in?"

"Please."

Everything was so… awkward. You stepped aside to let him in and closed the door behind him.

"Sekhmet?"

"Yes."

"I told you that's the name of a goddess, not a god," he said as he crouched down to pet the kitten, who seemed to recognize Steven. The little one rubbed against him, purring loudly, audible to both of you.

"And I told you I didn't care."

A nostalgic laugh escaped both of you. Why was all of this so difficult?

"Hello, Sekhmet." His pronunciation was perfect. You couldn't believe you had the love of your life in front of you after everything that happened.

And worse, you couldn't believe you were about to let him go, for the second time.

"He likes you." You whispered, watching them get to know each other with a lump in your throat. This was nothing like what you had imagined at first; this wasn't how things were supposed to go.

Everything was wrong.

"Steven?"

"Yes, love?" It rolled so casually off his tongue. You didn't remember Steven calling you by your name much, it was always "love" or "lovey" for him, and you were content with that.

This time, you felt a pang in your heart when he used the nickname.

"We have to do this." Your voice broke, and when he noticed your teary eyes, he understood the purpose of the visit. There was no way out of this.

"No, please." He looked up at you from the floor, still on his knees because the kitten refused to leave him. "Please, don't do this."

He broke down quickly too.

"I love you, Steven." Your hand went to his chin, holding him in a way that he couldn't look away from you. "And because I love you, it's only fair that we do this, you and I. Okay?"

He kept denying and denying. Ignoring the insistent meows, he stood up. Now you were the one who had to look up due to the difference in height.

Your heart rate increased with the closeness between you two.

"I don't want to say goodbye." The lump in his throat could be heard in his voice. "I don't want to be alone. I can't do it without you." You couldn't bear to tell him otherwise when you knew you were in the same position.

You stood on tiptoes and, without letting him continue, kissed his lips.

Even his kisses tasted like pain. They were desperate, almost violent in the way he clung to your waist and you to his neck.

You remained like that for a few minutes, tasting each other's tears on your lips until your lungs gave up. It felt like an eternity during which you exchanged kisses and embraced each other between sobs. It genuinely felt like you were tearing a part of yourselves away.

An eternity was not enough for either of you.

"Steven." Your hands on his chest pulled him away just a few centimeters from you to face him. His forehead rested against yours while he hiccuped from crying.

He was your little one. He always had been. Your sweet, sweet Steven. He deserved more than everything life was giving him, and in some way, you and Marc knew it.

"You have to go, okay?" He didn't respond, you just felt his fingers tighten their grip on your waist. "You will be fine, I know you will be." Your fingers roamed through his curls, messing them up even more, and you enjoyed their softness one last time.

"I won't be able to. L-Lovey, I w-won't…"

"Shhh. You will be able to, okay?" The tip of your nose gently brushed against his in an affectionate and intimate gesture. "You will get through this, and you will have the beautiful life that I've always known you deserve."

"I don't want it if it's not with you." His fingers crumpled your clothes from the force of holding onto you.

You lowered your hands to his and slowly made him let go, he shook his head again.

"You have to do this for Marc, okay?" You swallowed hard when his hands finally relented and let go of your waist. "And maybe, if it's meant to be, fate will let us know in the future. Okay?"

Bullshit.

You wanted to be with him now, and he wanted to be with you now, but you were grasping at every possible resource to try to make him understand.

"I need to be alone, okay?" You knew he wouldn't leave unless you hinted that you were uncomfortable with the situation.

Always so respectful, he took a step back and nodded, even though his hands were trembling. He didn't say anything, just looked at you as he stepped back again.

"I love you," you whispered, wiping your tears with the back of your hand.

"I love you." It was the only thing he could say. He was about to leave when his legs gave an awkward twitch.

Marc.

Steven looked down, frowning slightly at the momentary loss of control over his body. If Marc was going to object, now was the perfect time because Steven knew he was the only one who could fix this.

His stubbornness was the only obstacle preventing you from being happy.

And yes, Marc wanted to talk. But when he saw you, he knew he would never find the words to fix what he did.

His fear of change hit him again. Why was he regretting this when apparently this was what he wanted from the beginning?

He parted his lips and tried to say something that never came out of his throat. He gave up in seconds and basically fled your apartment, closing the probably happiest chapter of his life in a long time.

#jake lockley #marc spector #moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley x reader #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #moon knight x you #moon boys x reader #moon system x reader #oscar isaac x you #oscar isaac x reader

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mamamittens · 1 year

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Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (Pt. 14)

Platonic Yandere Whitebeard Crew (Ft. Others) & Reader Insert

Main|First|Previous

Warnings: Yandere behavior, uh... technically but not really vore (I apologize for any PTSD flashbacks that word gives you) but really just being in the mouth of a large creature, and of course, burn related injuries. If yandere content makes you uncomfortable, please do block the tag 'oh sweet child of mine' as well as any variation of 'one piece yandere' that you feel is necessary.

Ngl, I kinda thought I was funny implying that the reader died. Oh well.

Word Count: 1,865

Marco had, on occasion, wondered if the only reason he had never experienced an ulcer or heart attack was because of his fruit.

He did not, however, consider testing that theory by racing against a literal volcano to save his hotheaded brother.

He had seen you look at him, desperately trying to communicate a single word to him.

Run.

He’d already started to dive down to cut off whatever insane stunt you were about to pull when you reached your arm back and pressed it against Akainu’s jacket. The marine looking down at you in shock. If you said something else, he didn’t register it.

Decades as a pirate on the Grand Line, and even he struggled to mentally piece together the next thirty seconds.

He saw Ace. He was definitely reaching down to grab him while Akainu was distracted.

Then what seemed like the literal gates of hell was thrown open. Heat so strong he felt fire in his lungs as he was thrown through the air, Ace clutched in his talons by mere seconds. The world tumbling and spinning as he was spat out of a cloud of smoke so thick he thought he closed his eyes if it wasn’t for the burning in them. Wings thrashing to regain balance, healing several times over as he struggled to remain airborne under his own power.

Ace was spitting and coughing, clutching Marco’s legs as he gasped for air long after Marco managed to stabilize them.

Marco could only circle what was once a relatively normal island in horror.

Roughly around where they were just moments ago was a caldera, bubbling magma still erupting forth with plumes of toxic gas. The land flattened and carved away from the force, cracks spilling more lava outward. Boats were capsized at the docks and at sea where people ran once the fight started, the people screaming as the water rushed back to claim the space it had once occupied. With force.

The ocean rushed back over the island, spilling into the magma pit and burying it in water. Gas boiling up. After several moments, the water returned to it’s normal level at the ruined shoreline. The pit now a boiling lake. If Akainu had still been there… he was dead now.

Marco dropped several feet as the realization sank in.

You were probably dead too.

Marco looked around desperately across the water, trying to see you clinging to a boat or people. Anything. But there was nothing but chaotic waves and people sighing in relief that it was over. You were gone.

Marco let out a low, sad trill, leaning down to brush his beak in Ace’s hair, nipping his ear to console the young man before starting a much more sedate flight to the nearest inhabited island. Ace clutching his talons as he sobbed, his tears falling to the sea.

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It was dark. Dark and humid. A low buzzing sound vibrating your beaten body as you breathed shallowly. Everything hurt. You could only lay on the weirdly soft, wet thing. Struggling to breath. The taste of sea salt and rancid fish permeating your skin.

There was a high keen, probably from yourself, and the floor seemed to lurch. The buzzing intensified as light spilled in. You clenched your eyes shut as the sound of the ocean overwhelmed you. Fresh air spilling in with the cry of seagulls.

After a long moment orientating yourself, you opened your eyes again.

You were in a mouth.

You were in a mouth!

Laying in a sad, wet pile on a tongue with front row seats to rows and rows of sharp teeth. At least, you assumed they were teeth. Your glasses were gone so it looked more like fingers. You scrambled to sit up but your body screamed out in agony, forcing you to lay there instead.

“W-W-What…?” You murmured.

“Maaaaooooo~! Maaaaoooo~! Mao!” The cry echoed around you, your overstimulated body protesting the cheery vibrations. Despite the pain, you grinned. Eyes watering as you sobbed in relief.

“M-Mao! B-Baby! You saved me!” You laughed, crying as the movement pulled on your injuries… well, everywhere. “You saved me… C-Can you take me to an island, baby? I-I need help. You—you did so good clever baby but I’m not o-out of the woods yet.” You panted, body protesting any attempt to get comfortable as Mao closed their mouth back. The buzzing vibrations rolling out as you felt them speed up.

You closed your eyes and tried to rest. Resolutely ignoring how you planned to get help. Walking… was probably out of the question.

Thankfully, Mao had planned for that.

Their mouth opened back up to panicked screams.

“H-Holy fuck! It’s going to eat us!” Light spilled in as Mao’s tongue moved out slowly.

“I-It’s tasting the air for our scent!”

“By the seas, what is it doing?!”

“I-I don’t want to die like this!”

“?!”

“Wait! What the fuck?! What the fuck?!”

“I-Is that a person?! On it’s tongue?! A warning?!” You shivered as a cool breeze swept over you.

“A-Ah… is it… getting them help?”

“Let me just… uh… nice sea king?” You hissed as hands slowly swept under you. “Easy there, you’re in rough shape if even a sea king won’t eat you.”

“M-Mao’s a precious baby!” You protested with a pained gasp as you were lifted up into steady arms. “I-Isn’t that right, clever baby?”

“Mmmmmaaaoooo~! Maaooo~!” You opened your eyes and saw only smears of pinks and blues. Giggling dizzily as you collapsed into the stranger’s arms.

“Bbbbbaaaabbbyyy~!”

“I think they’ve been fried.” Someone whispered.

You only chuckled, eyes sliding closed as you passed out.

You came to wrapped up like a mummy, burns and cuts treated with an IV in your arm for fluids. Yeah, after all that fire and lava, you were probably pretty dehydrated. Your clothes had to be tossed, replaced with a simple shirt and loose pants. Marine neckerchief reduced to little more than a rag, though the iron bracelet was still firmly in place—it had even given you some burns from being heated up. Your host was a lovely young couple who ran an inn. A local doctor checking in on you every day for the past week.

You were quite a ways from Banaro island now. Several islands over, in fact. Mao had dropped you into the arms of a fishing vessel that quickly left the devastated area due to the lack of fish and excess amount of toxic ash.

You still didn’t have any glasses, so you were fairly useless in helping out around the inn for the trouble while you healed up. Instead keeping the wife company at the front desk. Thankfully, the bandages had been dialed down compared to when you woke up. Now just wrapping up your arms, hands, and legs. You did have a sunburn though, considering what you escaped, you called it good.

You rubbed your eyes a little, laying your head on the desk as you rattled the little bit of chain left in the air. At the very least, you wanted to get rid of the damn thing. Bolt cutters or something. Laying on it bruised your wrist and it was starting to rust up your bandages from sheer damage.

“Oh! Hello! Are you here for a room?” You sighed, wondering when the news coo would finally deliver a paper to inform you if Marco and Ace survived.

A gentle hand steadied your arm and the sound of metal breaking broke the silence. You shot up in surprise as the bracelet clattered to the desk, ripped clean in half.

Shocked, you looked back, eyes squinting furiously as you tried to make sense of the shapes. Tan skin color smear with a dash of orange at the top. A tan redhead? The hand reached out to your face, ignoring how you flinched backwards.

As the calloused hand cupped your cheek, you sensed a devil fruit for the first time since Banaro.

Cinnamon and campfire. Laughter and smoky night skies.

“You’re alive…”

“You made it!” You both whispered at the same time. You laughed, tears falling as you blindly leapt forward to hug him. “Ace!” You cried, body protesting harshly to your relieved affections. You squeezed your eyes shut, letting the tears fall despite how it burned your eyes.

Strong arms carefully wrapped around your body, rubbing over the fabric and bandages like he couldn’t believe it. His body jerking as your shoulder grew wet.

Birdsong and incense. Fireworks at twilight.

Another hand brushed your cheeks, wiping away your tears and blue fire popped over your body weakly.

Laughing louder, you opened your eyes to find Marco in front of you, gently pressing his forehead against yours. Blue eyes red with tears as he chuckled.

“Found you.”

You reached out and tugged him closer, sniffling as he joined the tearful reunion.

“Y-Yeah. You did.”

Even weakened as you were, the close contact with Marco’s fruit eased your pained body. Fire flickering through your bandages every few seconds like a dying flame.

“We’re taking you home.” Ace promised into your shirt. “Everyone was worried sick. Thatch almost broke out of the med bay to go with us.”

Your breath hitched.

“…He’s alive?” You asked softly. Marco chuckled, kissing your temple.

“Yeah. He’s tough like that.” Marco shifted but didn’t let go of Ace nor yourself. “Have you been taking care of them?”

“U-Uh, yes! Well, Doctor Mills has been watching over them too, but they’ve been resting here for a week now.” Your hostess answered in shock.

“Thank you. We almost skipped this island to go straight back to Oyaji. But Ace convinced me to rest more. We’ve both been ran ragged for months. We’ll compensate you but… can we get a room to rest in? Just one. We can share a bed I just… we’ve had too many close calls recently.” Marco asked. You snorted a little.

More amused than anything else, you wondered how much of that request was to ensure you didn’t try to run off.

It was hard to get either of them to let go long enough to collapse in a large bed. Marco and Ace deliberately making sure you were in the middle as they carefully inspected your injuries. Marco pressing his flames into what seemed worse off. Already you felt leagues better than before. You yawned, rolling your eyes as Ace poked at the bruises on your wrist from the chain. You pulled him down and wrapped your arms around his chest, satisfied that you barely felt a twinge from the movement.

After a moment, Marco laid down too, bringing the blanket over your shoulder and tucking his chin over your head.

“We have a lot to talk about.” Marco whispered into your hair. You hummed sleepily.

“I know… hey, Marco?”

“Yeah?”

“… I’m glad my stupid gamble paid off.” There was a huff of air at the back of your head. “I’m glad you’re both okay. I thought Admiral Akainu was going to kill you.”

“You’re grounded for a year when we get back.” You couldn’t help but giggle a little.

“How lenient.”

“Don’t push it.”

#one piece yandere #platonic yandere #yandere whitebeard crew #yandere ace #yandere marco #oh sweet child of mine #reader insert #healing cuddle pile before setting off to go back home

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jake-g-lockley · 1 year

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Hello, can I request 21 or 24 with Steven Grant, with him needing comfort. Gn or male reader.

Fondness for Breaking Apart (Steven Grant x gn!reader)

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Prompts: “i didn’t know where else to go.” / “i didn’t have anywhere else to go.” and “oh, god, i’m sorry about your shirt.” *shirt is drenched in tears* “it’s okay. i was planning on throwing it out anyway.”

Warnings: Angst, mentions of Wendy Spector, brief mentions of Marc, drowning, animal attack, nightmares, anxiety attacks, injury and tending to injury, mention of abuse and trauma.

A/N: Hi there nonnie! Thank you so much for this ask. This episode of sad is brought to you by Atlee. Now, if you don’t know who Atlee is, good for you, keep it that way, trust me. But if you do know who Atlee is, bestie are you good?

Word Count: 1.3k

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Steven was frozen. All he could see was the water level steadily rising, and going past his ankles, knees and then hips. He tried to call out for someone, anyone, but he couldn’t, almost as if someone had stolen his voice from him. He almost forgot who he was and what he was doing there.

He was in a cave and it was dark, except for a glowing scale directly in front of him. A toy alligator bobbed up and down the water and it soon turned into a real alligator, snapping its jaws at Steven. His eyes widened and he finally could move, but it was too late, the alligator was close and the water was up to his chest. He screamed and flailed his arms, trying to swim away, but it caught him, searing pain shooting up his body as blood filled his vision.

Steven woke up with a start, trying to swing himself off the bed but his leg caught the bedpost and he went tumbling face first onto the hardwood floor. His heart started to constrict in his chest and he couldn’t breathe again, as if he had used all of his strength to scream. His whole body hurt and he was pretty sure his nose was bleeding as he took heaving breaths to settle his lungs.

He was shaking and he couldn’t find Marc anywhere in the headspace. He sobbed, big globs of tears falling onto the floor, wondering why he had been left alone. He didn’t know what to do or say as he cried without a single sound. Another image popped into his mind and he reached out for it, focusing on it before deciding his next course of action. He crawled towards his door and used the shelf beside it as an anchor for him to stand up. He shakily pulled at all of the locks and flung the door open, stumbling across the threshold to your apartment, hitting your doorbell.

☾ .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You had been fast asleep but you were awoken to the sound of your doorbell. You glance at the wall clock which reads 1: 25 am and you slip out of bed, worried and confused. Maybe you had just been dreaming up the sound, but it didn’t hurt to check. You opened the door and caught a glimpse of your neighbour leaning against the doorframe.

“Steven?” you said sleepily, and gasped as he lifted his head to look at you.

His dark circles were more prominent than usual, but his usually rosy cheeks were dull and slathered with tears, along with blood that trailed from his nose. He slumped forward and you caught him, supporting the back of his neck as he cried into the crook of your neck. You pull him inside and shut the door behind him, sitting down onto the floor and pulling him down with you. You didn’t ask him what was wrong, you just held onto him as his body shook and his tears dampened your shoulder.

You noticed that Steven cried very quietly, almost soundlessly weeping in the most heartbreaking fashion. Remember how you train yourself to cry quietly so that your parents would not hit you and you tried to not let your memories get the best of you. You ran a hand up and down his back soothingly until he stilled and sniffed softly against you. Suddenly, a hiss of pain emitted against your neck and you pulled away hastily to see Steven touching his nose.

“Oh, Steven, let’s get you some tea and clean you up, yeah?” you said, standing up and pulling him up with you.

He stumbled and you realised that he wasn’t putting any of his weight on his left leg. You knelt down and set his hand on your shoulder for balance, rolling up his pyjama pants to check his leg. Sure enough there was a huge bruise the size of your fist forming on his shin and you hissed at its size.

You slowly stirred Steven to the soft plush sofa and went to put the kettle on and grab your supplies. You came back almost instantly and placed Steven’s leg up on a cushion and gently laid out your cold pack on it. Steven was looking down and you used your fingers to push against the underside of his chin, lifting his head up so that he was at eye level with you.

You sighed and began to work, cleaning Steven’s nose with a cotton ball dipped in distilled water. Once cleaned, you noticed that the blood wasn’t coming from inside of his nose, but from the bridge of his nose where a small cut had formed. Steven’s nose was still dripping from when he was crying and you grabbed a few tissues and held it at his nose.

“Blow, softly.” you whispered.

He did with a few hisses of discomfort and you examined the tissue for any sign of blood before sighing with relief. Tossing the tissue into your makeshift basket, you continued with your little assignment. Steven’s eyes twitched as you dabbed the area with a little bit of betadine before placing some gauze on it and gently tapping it down with medical tape.

“I’m so sorry about your shirt.” Steven sniffed apologetically as his hand tried to brush away the blood, snot and tears that clung to the fabric.

“It’s alright Steven, I was gonna throw it out anyway.” you said, offering him a small smile to accompany your joke.

You handed him the cup of tea and he sipped slowly staring into space.

“I didn’t know where else to go…” he said softly and a tear ran down his cheek.

“Steven, look, I’m always here and it's alright.” you said, wiping the tear away.

“I-i can’t find Marc and I don’t know what's going on.” the tears were coming down quick again and you jumped up onto the sofa and cuddled Steven as his breathing became more raggard.

“Sweetheart, I’m pretty sure he’s still there. He’s just probably exhausted.” you said soothingly, rubbing Steven’s shoulder, hoping to god that Marc was still there for the sake of the both of you.

“Look, why don’t we go and sit on the balcony for a while, yeah? I need you to take some deep breaths Steven.” You said and you led him towards the balcony and sat him on the floor.

You laced your fingers with his and held onto him tightly as his breathing slowly evened out. He leaned on your shoulder as the both of you stared up at the moon, which was shining all bright and beautiful in the sky.

“You know what Steven? There was an old wives tale about how if you lie on your mothers lap and look up at the moon, whatever you asked it would come true.” you mumbled, leaning your head against his.

Steven stayed silent for a while as you both listened to the sound of traffic down below.

“My mom was an abusive alcoholic, so I doubt she’d let me lie on her lap.” Steven casually chuckled thickly.

Tears filled in your eyes as you softly punched him, as your heart broke further at his situation you quickly rubbed away the tears that dropped out.

“Lie on my lap, Steven” you whispered.

“Huh”

“I said, lie on my lap.” you said a little firmer, confident with your decision.

Steven gently lays his head on your lap and you bring your hand to his head to caress his hair.

“Make a wish, any wish, and don’t tell me.” you said as Steven looked up at the moon.

He closed his eyes and wished that you would never leave him the way everyone did all his life. He nodded once he was done and you glared up at the moon as angry tears left your eyes.

“If the moon doesn’t fulfill your wish, I’ll fight him myself.” you said, and you had a weird feeling that it was listening by the way Steven chuckled.

You continued to stroke his hair as the both of you sobbed away, absorbing the comfort from each other’s company. Only when he was asleep did you kiss his forehead whispering in his ear that you’d never leave him, promising him as you too laid down and stared into the night sky.

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skyfallscotland · 18 days

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I had a hard time today, so obviously I bawled my eyes out and started writing. I’ll be ok, it’s just…hard. It’s always hard. You think you’re doing fine and then something sets you off and it’s just…there’s no other feeling like it, the emptiness.

If you know the feeling, check the tags and consider whether you’re in the right headspace to read this right now, or ever. I promise if you never read it, you’re not missing out, you already know what happens anyway 🖤

And if you’re feeling it right now, if it’s not too presumptuous to say, the message I want you to hear is this: your sign is right in front of you. Hold on. You never know what you could be missing out on.

Remi / 14 years old / 628AU

“I don’t want to come out with you and Dain and listen to the two of you talk in your own secret little fucking language, ok?!” It explodes out of me, a yell I can’t control, can’t quite tamp down on.

“Remi, we wouldn’t use—”

“You always do.” I snarl. The two of them have all these dialects that only they know, that they’ve studied together without me and whenever they’re around each other it’s all they speak in. So they can ‘practice’ they say. Funny how they never need to practice Tyrrish.

“I promise I won’t.” Violet’s eyes are wet with tears. “I just want to spend time with you.” She begs.

“Why?” I spit. “You never did before.” I roll my eyes. “Face it, you don’t want to spend time with me, you’re just worried that I’ll die too and you’ll be left feeling guilty.” I scowl. “So don’t worry about it, consider this me absolving you.” I turn on my heel and storm away.

My sister’s never cared about me before, she sure as hell doesn’t now. She wouldn’t even miss me if I weren’t around, she’s already replaced me with Dain. My arms are crossed over my chest, the oversized jacket on my shoulders covering the way my hands clutch at my ribcage, hugging my waist as I try not to cry.

The jacket is my mother’s. I used to wear Brennan’s old one all the time, taking comfort in his things while he was off on the frontlines, but of course that was taken from me the moment he was—all his things burnt to ash in a heartbeat.

I don’t know why I bothered trying to take comfort from something of hers, it’s not like she cares for me either—none of them do, except maybe Mira and she’s not here. I’m more likely to get in trouble for taking the damn thing than anything else. I stumble towards my favourite turret, the one connected to the parapet. It’s the closest I can get to my older sister. I hate the height, so I try to never look over the edge of it, but sometimes I go sit up there, just looking out hoping that one day I’ll see a green dragon fly towards me—my sister told me that’s what she’d bonded, a Green. But that’s only wishful thinking.

My chest burns, my lungs constricting as I climb the turret, in the dark, up and up and up. I want to scream, to see if that will expel this furious fire in my chest, the way the dragons always do, but I know it won’t. All it will do is bring people up here and I…I hate people. I don’t want any of them anywhere near me. None of them have any clue what it’s like, how much it hurts.

I’m crying by the time I reach the top, wretched sobs shaking my body as I steady myself with a hand on the stones. I hate this, I hate this, I hate this. For a moment, I wobble on my feet and fear has my heart leaping into my throat. I quickly make my way into the top section of the turret and slide to the ground, my back to the wall. I’d almost…

For a long minute, my heart thunders, but then I think at least it would have been over. Over. I don’t know if I believe in Malek, but if the world holds any kindness and the gods are real, I’d hope they would reunite me with Brennan in the afterlife. My breath comes in fast pants as I rip the jacket off and toss it aside, grief overwhelming me to a point where I can’t breathe, can barely think.

There’s a blade in my hand and my vision blurs as I stare down at it through my tears. It doesn’t have to be a fall. I could…

I look up at the sky, hoping for a sign, but there’s no dragon, no burst of flame or message in the clouds. All there is, is a few twinkling stars and an inky blackness. It’s beautiful in it’s own way, I suppose, like a living canvas of gold-flecked onyx. There’s something comforting about that and my sobs die down, a strange calmness washing over me.

It doesn’t have to be like this, I realise. I don’t have to do it anymore. No one can make me. I can just…go.

My brow furrows and I clutch the blade tighter. I’m ready. I’m so ready to just go. The blade glints in the low light of the moon as I lower it to my skin.

“You know, you don’t have to be—”

I jolt, staring up wide-eyed as I freeze in place, icy dread filling my veins. Dain stares back, lips slightly parted and I swallow hard. Before I can think of anything to say, to do, he’s crossing the distance between us in two quick strides and wrenching the blade from my grip, tossing it off the side of the turret. A moment passes, then another.

“Get up. Don’t be an idiot.” His eyes narrow, and I scramble to my feet, my lip trembling. He says nothing else, just…watches me. His eyes are alight with anger and I squirm anxiously, my breath stuttering under his gaze. There’s nothing I can say—nothing I want to say—and eventually I can’t stand it anymore. I turn on my heel and run.

#tw: suicidal thoughts #tw: suicidal ideation #tw: depression #try and be kind to yourselves; always #basgiath (remi's version)

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cookiesupplier · 5 months

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Every Rose Has It's Thorns - Part Seven

pairing: Ricky Olson x ofc (Talia)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, soulmates, strangers to enemies to lovers, betrayal, angst, fluff, smut, language.

summary: In a world where soulmates inexplicably receive a tattoo that will match that of their soulmate the moment they turn eighteen years old, being famous and covered in very visible tattoos can make finding your true soulmate a questionable fate. Not that it is any easier for the soulmate in question. Thus is the fate for Ricky and Talia. Sooner or later, however, life is bound to collide, but what will happen when it does?

author’s note: Same bat time, same bat channel, UNBETAED, you have been warned.

tags: @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @jordynyingling0219 @faceless-mirror @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @wild-child-7747 @witchyweeb34

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Talia woke to her phone ringing bright and early the next morning, sitting up, she grabbed for her phone, and oh shit, she’d turned off her alarm yesterday to wake her early to get ready for work, and with the way she’d been last night she’d forgotten to reset it. The call had woken her just in time.. But the call.. Fuck, it was Ava.

She’d said she’d call this afternoon!

And she wanted to fucking video call, of course she wanted to video call, this was Ava, why would she want to do anything else. Climbing out of bed quickly, she ran her finger through her hair as fast as she could to pretend she hadn’t still been sleeping and rushed on her way to the kitchen while trying to stifle a yawn as she accepted the call.

“Ava, what the fuck, bit early for calling after work isn’t it?”

Her best friend and usual roommate’s bright smiling face greeted her on the screen of her phone as she walk down the hall while she tried to tame her hair a bit more, the audio sound of her laughter ringing through her head as she stepped into the kitchen in search for breakfast. Just cereal since she was awake late and Ava had insisted on calling this early.

“Are you only just now waking up, man, you look like a mess girl, what were you doing last night?”

Fuck, how bad did she look? Talia glanced at herself in the glass reflection of the stovetop and shit, she looked like utter trash, her hair looked manageable, but her eyes, and her skin, and she just looked

She looked like she’d done exactly what she’d done last night. Sobbed and screamed into her pillow, crying until she passed out to sleep. She hadn’t even bothered to eat, so naturally she was starving.

Swallowing as she pulled some milk out of the fridge, and then a box of cereal out of the cupboard, bowl was next,

“I was up late, so sue me, okay?”

Talia was beyond thankful when another voice joined the conversation from the background of the phone call, one of the guys from the band, somewhere on the bus she could guess, not on the screen but he could obviously hear the call,

“YEA, Party Time! Talia partying up now that her pesky roommate is finally out of town huh? Whooo!” “Oh shut UP, Ryan!”

Talia swallowed, trying to pretend that hearing Rick shut Ryan down didn’t make her wonder how much he was paying attention to the video call himself. Why couldn’t that man just leave her alone now, she needed him to leave her alone. As much as she had wanted to meet him all those years ago, and dreamed about it, but now it just hurt. He just hurt. Besides, if he didn’t get his attitude in check, he was going to piss off his bandmates, and then where would he be. She knew he was going through some shit, bit he still had to live in that bus with them for the next two weeks.

Shaking her head,

“Anyway, I’m good Ava, I swear, how was your first night, and really, calling this early?”

“Well it's a good thing I did if you're just getting up! Besides, the guys said they’ll probably be sound checking this afternoon and I wasn’t sure whats going to be happening, so I didn’t want to risk getting in the way till I figure out what time is good.. And we promised a call every day!”

Talia sighed..

“Doesn’t have to be with me.. Could be with Jordan, or Kyle, you have other friends too ya know, they’d love to hear from you!”

Grinning to Ava over the screen as she pours her cereal into the bowl one handed and spills some onto the counter, swearing a little under her breath,

“What, what, are you okay?”

“Yea yea, just spilled my cereal, I’m okay, don’t panic, easy clean up.. Just morning munchies.”

Setting the box down on the counter, she looked at the phone as she watched Ava sip at a mug of what she assumed was coffee, smiling slightly at the words on it, Charlie Uniform November Tango.

“Okay, I’ll leave you to your breakfast, talk to you later babe, byyeeeee.”

Ava watched as Talia pushed a smile on her face before the screen went blank as she ended the call. Ricky looked across the way as he was conveniently making himself a coffee at the machine while she was sitting and placing her video call to Talia, or not so conveniently as the case may be. He didn’t care what anyone thought, he just wanted his damn morning coffee, he’d barely been able to sleep all night, not when all he could think about was.. He didn’t want to talk about it.. He didn’t want to talk about any of it, even if Chris suggested that he should.

Looking up from the machine, he frowned at the sight of Ava staring at her phone dejectedly for a moment, something was wrong, and he couldn’t help but remember how Talia had pretty much threatened him about how he treated Ava.. should he ask her if she was okay. Of course, as he was contemplating it, Vinny was coming over to sit by Ava and he stayed back and Rick glanced away as Vin asked her what was wrong.

“She lied, I’m not even gone a whole day and she’s already hiding things.. She’s like a sister, she’s my best friend, closer to me than anyone in the world, and.. I just.. I’m scared that this is just going to change too much between us now.”

Rick looked down at the coffee machine, trying to focus on making his coffee, and not on the conversation between the other pair, and especially not on the woman that was on the town behind them. Talia was plaguing his mind and he hated it, he hated that she wouldn’t get out of his head because the moment she had walked into his life she’d destroyed everything, and he wished she was just, gone already.

He knew she was never going to be, not with Ava here, and Vin was so happy, shit. He was just going to have to figure out how to deal with her, he guessed.

Going to work was easy, focusing on work gave her something else to think about. She supposed that delving into her art was always something she’d done when she couldn’t handle reality, it was her coping mechanism. Sure in this case it wasn’t a means of expressing how she felt in the forms of art work, putting pencil to paper, but tattooing still gave her something else to focus on but the troubles she had out in the world. There was also talking to her clients, chatting away about their lives, or just about simple things like what latest movies they’d seen, what music… yea maybe not that question, not any time soon anyway. It potentially opened the door of dangerous thoughts.

When her lunch break came by she went down the road to grab something to eat considering her morning had led to not having anything prepped for lunch, so grabbing something from the cafe it was.

“Shit, what the fuck happened to you. Ava wasn’t lying.”

“Oh fuck off Jordan, I’m fine!”

Jordan behind the register and had just finished with a customer when she walked in through the door, the place was pretty quiet, and they all knew her anyway, to having him talk to her like that was no surprise, the other girl behind the counter giggled a little at the exchange. She was a regular.

She should have known Ava would have immediately gotten word to Jordan and Kyle, tattle tale about her not being great, whatever she’d told them, probably made it sounded so much worse than it really was.. Or exactly as bad as she had tried to hide from her. Hell, it wasn’t even like Jordan could see the sleepless shadows under her eyes, and they weren’t remotely red from crying anymore, she was fine. She looked fine.

Walking up to the counter, and he just looked at her with a raised eyebrow, tilting his head slightly, judging her without a word,

“I’m fine. My usual and a turkey and everything wrap please.”

His eyes narrowed slightly, she huffed, it was obvious that he didn’t believe her for a moment, but still, he rang up her order just the same at the counter for her and gave her the number for her to wait. However, when he had finished her drink and getting her wrap ready, instead of calling her name, he brought it over to her table and moved to sit at her table across from her.

“Alright, here’s the thing. Fuck, Richard Olson. Yea, I remember his name.”

Rolling her eyes as she reached for her coffee, she knew Jordan knew his name despite not liking the band's music, even if it was an ongoing joke that he never wanted to pay attention and remember the name.

“Oh come on Jordan, you don’t know, you’ll never know what he’s going through, you have Kyle, and Kyle loves you more than fucking life. Now find out that years later, he’s been lying to you about your entire relationship. He’s allowed to be upset, he’s allowed to be fucking angry about what she’s done to him.”

Looking down at her wrap, taking in a deep breath, a deep shuddering breath trying not to break down crying again as she thought about Ricky, she’d avoided thinking about him all morning since arriving at work. About him, and those piercing blue eyes, so angry, at her, and it hurt so bad.

“So? None of that tells me shit. None of that tells me you can’t be angry to T. You were right there, you were this close to finally meeting him, and she snatched your chance from you. Yes, he can be angry, but so can you, you can be angry, you can be grieving, you can be feeling things too. You don’t have to be fine.”

Her eyes lifted from her plate as Jordan spoke, taking in his words, the problem was, she didn’t want to feel these things, she didn’t want any of it. Pushing it away was the only way she could handle it. Trying not to feel it was all she could do, not that it was helping, case and point last night. This morning had gone better though, and she was determined to continue for as long as she could.

“I made my choice, and despite what Chris said about Rick not having the facts before, he’s made his. He wants nothing to do with soulmates now, and I honestly don’t blame him. Not for wanting nothing to do with them, and, and not believing me.”

Swallowing,

“How do you know he doesn’t believe you?”

She really didn’t want to talk about it, but remembered that Jordan and Kyle hadn’t been caught up on everything that had happened at breakfast yesterday.

“He said so outright at breakfast yesterday, he believed Ava’s tattoo, but mine is just a normal tattoo.. Probably thinks I faked it when I was eighteen and then got a real tattoo to keep the ruse going over the years. I mean I said as much to Grace.. Foolish me for opening my mouth huh? He’d never going to believe me now. Not that it matters. He hates me anyway.”

She shrugged,

“Either way, I might have also threatened him.. A little.”

That drew a chuckle out of Jordan,

“Oh, really, why?”

"He was being an asshole, and if Ava was going on tour with them, I was not going to have him treat her like shit, he can treat me like trash all he wants-”

“Like fuck he can-”

“But I swear to god if he hurts her I will make sure his next girlfriend will be extremely disappointed.”

Cause it wasn’t going to be her after all, so why should she care.

“You know what, I don’t care that he’s famous, any of those guys hurt our girl, we’ll break em.. Fuck em.. Yes, Ava is our family, but Talia, don’t forget though, same goes for you.”

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okkotsui · 1 year

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kavetham ⇄ ignorance is a bliss.

synopsis : your lovers seem to have their own worlds after kaveh returned from his project relating to akademiya and it looks like they have been neglecting you ever since.

warnings / tags : angst to fluff, polyamorous and established relationship, mentions of kavetham having seggs without you (not too detailed), top!kaveh, bottom!alhaitham, use of pet names (love & darling), soft hearted & sensitive!gender–neutral reader.

author’s note : unedited, will do later (or not). badly written, bear with me.

it has been almost a week since kaveh returned from his work and everything that occurred this week is not making you delighted by any means. people said that you should have talked to them, communication is the key but— what communication when you were overlooked by your own lovers?

your heart feels heavy but you understand it yourself that you cannot cry at this rate of heaviness within your heart where you just want to scream it out yet, it was another night without them having intimacy towards you.

for the third time in the week— you are not so certain of yourself that this was the third time without having you thus, you began to overthink whilst hearing them. at this point, you just want to be gone out of the thin air.

hearing both of their moans and groans made your heart clench from the bathroom to the kitchen and everywhere else, you don‘t know how to talk to them out of this.

“ah, fuck—! kaveh, faster!” hearing alhaitham begged for something made you gulp, not from the way it aroused you but the way that they don’t even care about you hearing them.

“yeah, i know— shit” kaveh added after alhaitham’s demand and that’s how it was your last straw for the evening.

you were getting tired of everything.

as they finished showering and doing their own business, they noticed that you fell asleep in the bed the three of you are sharing, they both looked at each other, sighing in trouble.

you weren't asleep, you just yearned for a rest mentally and physically but having them by your side made you more irritated than usual and you know it is not a good sign.

you both waited for them to fall asleep until you felt your patience getting thinner and thinner, removing their arms and legs around you with the audacity to make love without you and without even thinking about you.

you went to the living room, and walking down the hall you started with a silent sob for the whole week that had transpired, flopping down the couch. you spent all a few hours crying your heart out however, knowing alhaitham’s ears are sensitive, he cannot help to hear your cries and pleas.

alhaitham shook kaveh’s body half a sleeper, he did feel the space between them— he woke up his senior upon noticing your cries getting louder.

“ugh, what is it?” the blonde groaned, removing the former scribe’s hand away from him.

“idiot, it’s [name], they’re crying." once he said those, kaveh’s eyes opened shot, he does not care if he got blinded by the lights beside him.

“alhaitham, this is all your fault.” the architect nearly spat, moving faster toward the living room that you have been staying with.

alhaitham was left there, guilty. he may be the reason why you were left neglected for almost a week.

you were still crying, pleading with the gods or whoever was out there.

“p–please... ma...ke it s–stop” you hiccup, your heart was shattered into thousands of pieces.

whilst stepping into the living room, they heard you alright. their heart cracking from that time— especially alhaitham’s.

what they didn't know, you’ve been thinking a lot about what if’s in your head while crying your heart out. what if they don’t want you anymore? what if they’re too tired for you? what if they just pity you so th—

kaveh rushed into you, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears, calming you down “shh, shh, love, please” his voice was not normal than usual, of course it is a serious matter to discuss.

this is a rare occurrence, they both tend to forget you which was unintentional but this time? it was more likely an intentional one despite alhaitham.

of course, alhaitham was standing beside him all awkward and heartbroken from seeing you cry— because of him.

“i’m sorry my love, i’m so sorry” kaveh almost chanted, repeating it for him to forgive on what he did.

“i–if you‘re rea–lly sorry, why did you two still ignored me as if i’m not here anymore!” you screamed, tears still flowing from your eyes.

“you could’ve said that you two don’t want me anymore, i–i can understand that,”

“you could’ve said that you two wanted some time together, i–i can let you two do your thing” you added.

their throat formed lumps from controlling themselves as they let you cry your heart out. what is the use of this polyamorous relationship if the three of them are not communicating?

“no, i’m sorry,” alhaitham finally spoke curtly, his hand forming into a fist, his nails marking his palms.

you stopped speaking at it was his first time doing so.

“it’s my fault, everything is my fault. i wanted him that i didn't even think about others or anything when he arrived. i’m being selfish because of that.” he tried, he wanted to explain further but he understands that your feelings were above your mind at this point.

“didn't think about others?! alhaitham, am i just no one to you?! you could have just broken up with me if you did!” you threw your head back from the headache, you were now out of tears to shed and missing the liquids of your body to process everything around you.

“no, i’m sorry, i was blinded by lust and selfishness that i started to forget you. don’t blame kaveh, i am taking the accountability it on my stead,” he confessed, kneeling in front of you as kaveh offered you some water that he got whilst alhaitham was explaining himself as you took it, drinking it.

“no, it is also my fault, i should have stopped him but he was too... stubborn to let go” kaveh‘s excuse was just like hearing it on blaming everything to alhaitham as the latter sent glare of daggers on him back.

“i’m sorry, darling. i really do, i’ll do everything to make it up to you” he held your hands, kissing it tenderly, so soft, so fragile— just like you.

“i don’t want to fight you two, i hate it, i don’t want to lose you two.” you finally spoke, still giving small hiccups from the aftermath.

“but i won’t forgive you two so easily, almost half of my trust is gone by that time.” you added which they both nodded.

“we still want you— we still love you, so much, we don’t want to break up with you and we don’t want to leave you out again, we’re sorry we didn't listen to you, sorry we didn't say anything, sorry for doing this to you.” kaveh caressed your under eyes with his thumb, you still have your guard up and anytime, you will break everything off with them with one more wrong move.

you drank the water that has given to you earlier, nodding to them and pouting at them. kaveh gave you a soft kiss as alhaitham sat up, giving you one of the sweetest kisses that he had given to you— it made you tear up as kaveh consoles you once again.

kaveh carried you back to the room you three are sharing as alhaitham intertwines your hand softly, your sniffling was from your sobbing as it finally subsided already.

too tired to speak or to move, the architect placed you down on the bed, snuggling with you and that was when you felt at home, with the two of them— kissing your forehead and saying “good night darling love, sweet dreams, we’re sorry again” they snaked their arms and legs with yours as you sighed ragged, feeling their touches light and as if it is asking for forgiveness.

the morning came, kaveh was still asleep as both you and alhaitham were awake but the latter was cooking breakfast whilst you did not know you only discovered he did when he made you breakfast in bed which made your heart swell up.

but this doesn’t mean you forgave him, no.

days like this continued, breakfast in bed, then appreciating and loving you more than ever, taking you on dates— not just ordinary but the usual things they do like their own way, slowly letting you feel comfortable around them once more.

and one day, you accidentally cried, thinking that they might think that you were taking advantage of them, and as the best boyfriends that they are, they assured you once more.

“i forgive you both, i’m sorry” you sniffed, their heart swelled, hugging you, and you feel officially at home once more, feeling their warmth.

“no, your feelings are valid, alright love? thank you for forgiving us, we promise— we swear that this won’t happen again” kaveh kissed your forehead like he usually does.

“i’m sorry, i love you” alhaitham pressed his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes, as you nodded, smiling at him, both of them.

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ruiniel · 2 years

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Another way - V

Summary: What if someone in the 21st century stumbled upon this stranger during a turbulent storm, narrowly avoiding running them over, and what's more they can't understand a word coming out of their mouth.

Fandom: Castlevania animated series

Pairing: Alucard x Reader

Rating: Mature / 18+ only

Tags & Warnings: explicit language, depressive character, character-meets-world, modern AU, Fantasy, References to personal Loss, References to Grief, some motion sickness, More tags coming

You trip once as you come down in the morning, grabbing the banister and rubbing at your eyes bleary with sleep, having stayed awake for at least an hour after hearing that nightly howling, after listening to the wild symphony of a cry while staring at the pitch-black beyond the skylight shaft. It was unsettling, but — you can’t sway the thought — fringed with a kind of… melancholy?

You glance at the couch, finding it empty, shrugging as you pass by it towards the kitchen space with its square windows and old furniture. Maybe he’s on a bathroom break, comes the random prosaic thought as you retrieve a glass from the cupboard and fill it with water.

Gazing out the window, your eyes rest on the proud evergreens, dark and shady against the sky. Since your time here has been cut short by what you’re currently calling ‘The Happening’, you sigh, already missing the forest paths and tracks you’d planned on taking, away from everything else in life as it stands now, if only for a time, until you might find something to grasp at within.

You refill the glass, and turn around; and scream — which, of course, startles Adrian, who takes a prudent and sharp step back with a troubled look on his face.

“Jesus Christ Monte Cristo, you startled me!” you take a deep breath, then lift your hands placatingly. “I’m sorry, that was… you’re quiet, no doubt about that,” you add, gazing at him and noticing how tired he looks, though his alertness has faded. Instead, you see something else: a shadow of resignation. “Morning,” you offer after, trying a smile. “How’d the couch treat you?” you turn around to reach for a glass, offering it to him.

He speaks, and you nearly laugh at the ridiculousness of it, but there’s nothing funny about this to him, no doubt; and though his voice is melodious the words sound wrong, they sound bitter and for a moment you stiffen — but whatever it was, it is gone, and his expression softens then lowers into a frown, eyebrows pinched together and nostrils flaring; he swallows as though keeping a sob in check.

What the hell can you do about it, though?

“It’s eggs again if you don’t mind, stranger I found on the country roads.” You look away and try for an average topic, turning and retrieving said eggs from the fridge. “After breakfast I’ll gather everything and we can head out, all well with you?” you ask facetiously as he shakes his head. “Good, we agree.”

He says nothing else, though he stops you with a halting gesture when you try to fill a second plate with food. You slowly put the plate down, and none say another word until you're done and rise from the table, starting to pack everything up.

“We’ll be out soon,” you say after a while, looking at him in that borrowed shirt — then at the old clothes rack in the corner. “Here,” you say, heading over and plucking a heavy item from the rack. “It’s not that warm and it’ll get colder out there. Nobody uses this now anyway,” you say, unsure why you’d justify giving him a piece of clothing. “Try it,” you offer him a large, faded old biker jacket.

He stares at it, glances at you, then understands.

“And your clothes are there,” you show him, “you can stuff them in that old rucksack I found in the basement. Take it, keep it,” you point at the item by the couch, and he nods, faster to understand this time.

It doesn’t take long to pack, and then get ready since you’d barely just arrived, and soon enough you’re heading out and loading your things inside the car.

Adrian follows, looking from you to the vehicle with the interest of someone studying a rare find.

“Come on, hop in,” you say, already in the driver’s seat.

When nothing happens, you turn at the waist to look. “Let’s go, Adrian...” you gesture at him with your arm, even opening the car door.

He nears but stops in his tracks before the backseat, staring inside with the faded dark rucksack you gave him strapped over one shoulder and a curious light in his eyes.

What’s happening?

“Sit in the back, it's fine by me,” you say. This might just become the most awkward conversation I’ve ever had.

But he hops in even as you think this, carefully, still bumping his head when settling inside.

You turn around, sigh, and turn the ignition.

“I saw a wolf last night,” you speak after some time spent in silence, following down the serpentine roads hugging the hills. A curve here, a turn there… like concrete shackles across the lands.

You’re not even sure why you’re trying. He doesn’t look like he wants anything to do with… well, with anything.

“An actual honest to heck wolf,” you add, glancing briefly at him in the mirror; he's staring outside, arms crossed at his chest, a tempered interest on his face. “I know you don’t get this, but it couldn’t have been anything else, it was huge, it was immense and get this, the coat was something like white or gray or, yeah, maybe it was an effect of my wine-soaked mind despite that, hey are you okay?”

He's become so much paler and sick in under a second, an arm coiled around himself, a palm clamped over his mouth.

“Want me to stop?” though it’s ridiculous to even ask, since he looks like he’s about to faint. You look ahead and soon find a spot where you can slow down and pull over.

He jumps out when you finally do, turns away, and throws up in the nearest shrub at the side of the road.

“Great,” you say, rubbing at your cheek as you near, “here, I could… help…” you ask though he can’t seem to hear you, heaving as though his stomach is out for revenge, so you reach and try to gather his hair from his face anyway.

Soon he’s leaning away, hands propped on his knees, taking deep breaths as you release him.

“I got carsick sometimes,” you say, returning from the car with a tissue and handing it to him, which he takes with gratitude while not quite looking at you.

You turn and give him whatever space he needs, getting inside the car then pushing open the door to the front passenger seat.

Adrian follows shortly — you really hope that’s his actual name — after staring up at the sky for a few minutes with his back to you, the line of his shoulders stiffer than a board. He slips inside the vehicle and after a few tries properly closes the car door.

You gaze his way briefly, for a moment disheartened by just how out-of-place someone can look. Whatever his story is, you certainly don't envy him.

Luckily it’s not that long of a ride.

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hyunsuks-beanie · 2 years

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Matters of the Heart Ep. 9

Pairing: Best friend! Yeonjun x gn. reader

Genre: Fluff; Angst; Smut in the next part

Content Warnings: University au!; lots pining; our main leads being stupid; I haven't planned smut for this one, but it might as well turn suggestive; a couple swear words and a bit of violence (nothing serious though, Just Beomgyu being the best annoying younger brother).

Word Count: 2.8k words

Mellow speaks: So there was quite a bit of drama in this one and I'm super sorry for that, but I hope you like the ending!! Also, the next chapter will be the last followed by a small epilogue, so please look forward to it!!

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As you rush down the corridors and across the campus, the tears that you'd been trying to hold back during your argument with Yeonjun finally break free, streaking down your cheeks and making sobs rack through your entire being. You feet don't stop running, carrying you farther and farther away from the source of your hurt.

Your vision is blurry as you make your way over to your dorm on foot, but despite not being able to see properly right ahead of yourself, there's one image that's seared clearly behind the back of your eyelids. The image of Yeonjun accusing you of something you didn't even do, the image of him taking all your efforts towards being okay and crushing them under his Nike shoes.

You can't begin to fathom how on earth he could have been so cruel, biting your lip as you think back to how he didn't let you get a word across before lashing out with full force. You weren't the one at fault, because you know that all you had been doing was talk to Leo, the person who had been your confidante during your time in Australia, the one who had given you a shoulder to let your problems out every time you missed your best friend too much.

But that's not all Leo had been to you for six whole months, having become so much more than just a friend. He was the one you turned to for advice whenever Yeonjun made your heart flutter through the computer screen, and he was the one who helped you see the subtle meanings behind the elder's words when he was being cryptic about missing you too.

Heck, your Aussie friend had even been the one person who had made you realize that what you feel for Yeonjun runs more deep and more pure than anything you've ever felt for anyone else, and he had been the one who had urged you towards "claiming your man." Except of course, you hadn't been able to do that because of circumstances unforeseen, which incidentally, was the exact thing you had been filling Leo in on during your call.

That's what you had been trying to tell Yeonjun too, but when has that jerk of a person ever let you have your way? This time around too, he was hell-bent on proving his reasoning to be correct, and no matter how many times you had tried to make him see reason, he refused to do so. No, instead he had chosen to call you out for having a boyfriend you didn't have, and he hadn't stopped there. He had gone as far as to claim that he "deserved to know," when it had been him who had kept secrets from you first.

These thoughts, among hundreds of others, threaten to make your head explode as you push the door to your room, locking it behind you before your legs finally give way, leaving you a crying mess on the floor. "I hate you Choi Yeonjun," you let out in sobs, resigning yourself to not leaving the room for the rest of the day. Those sobs soon turn to screams, ones which are akin to the sounds being heard through the door leading to the music room.

Why did you have to go on and stomp all over his hopes right when he was about to come clean about his feelings. Why did you have to go and get all sappy with that Leo guy? Yeonjun never really liked him to begin with, he was always wary of how close you seemed to be with him. Add to that the fact that he was a bit too clingy to you for his liking, always having his chin on your shoulder when he couldn't do anything apart from pining after you through the photos you sent him.

He knows he shouldn't have lashed out like that, he knows he's the one being irrational. But no matter how hard he tries to bring himself to drag his feet and follow after you, he just can't seem to do it. So instead, he does drag his feet out of the room after what feels like hours, but he lets them carry his being towards the sports ground, under the pretense that a game of ball would help him see the light. Would help him forget about the broken expression on your face and ignore his own broken heart.

And yet, as passed the ball between his legs and into his hands, all his thoughts strayed to were you and you only. He was alone in the court, but he still as if a presence weighed down on him. It was the ghost of what he had said to you, coming back to haunt him and remind him just how harsh he had been, even though you weren't at fault. He doesn't even know if things really were the way they appeared to him, and he's not sure if insinuating that you had a boyfriend was something he should have done without knowing things through.

He had messed up, and that's a fact he can't really deny, especially since he knows it's something he's been doing a bit too much lately. He hurt you yet again, when it wasn't his place nor his right to utter a single word against you. So what if you had a boyfriend? So what if you had chosen not to tell him, so what if it made him feel like he didn't matter to you anymore. He had done the same to you before, you were just giving him a taste of his own medicine. He knew he deserved it, but then why did it hurt so much?

He's still deep in thought even after bouncing the ball up and down a thousand times, when he hears someone call his name out, someone that sounds a lot like the one person who annoys him the most. Lifting his head up, Yeonjun sure enough finds Beomgyu staring at him, a look of disgust evident on his face. It catches him off-guard to say the least, his eyes going wide as he opens his mouth to speak. But before he can get a single word out, the younger is walking over to him, his eyes narrowed as he all but yells, "Who do you think you are?"

Yeonjun barely has time to react, because the very next second, something hard collides against his cheek, nearly sending him reeling. It takes him another moment or two to realize what it is, but when he does, he can't help but be shocked. A punch, landed right on his face, Beomgyu's eyes fiery as he continues to glare at him. It hurts just a little, not enough to leave a mark or do some real damage, but it's a punch alright, a sign of just how mad the man in front of him is.

"What the hell?," Yeonjun finds himself asking, but instead of a reply, what he gets is a crumpled collar as Beomgyu's hands clasp at it, and another question thrown at him. "Why the fuck did you hurt Y/N like that?" The mention of your name is enough to bring him out of his trance, his eyes darting up to meet a brown gaze. "Accusing your best friend of getting a boyfriend behind your back when you were too chicken to confess in the first place? That's way too low of you Yeonjun, I can't believe you'd stoop to that level."

Every word he says is laced with venom, ringing true and piercing through the elder's heart as he simply stands there, arms lying limply to his side. He wants to come up with a retort, he wants to defend himself, but not one phrase comes out of his mouth as he continues to let Beomgyu yell at him. He's lost in his thoughts again, beating himself up internally as bits and pieces of the one-sided conversation he's having with the shorter guy filter to his ears. "Running through the campus," "tear-stained eyes," "went to the dorm to check-up," the words are coherent and yet not so as he tries to make sense of them.

It's obvious that Beomgyu is really worked up over this thing, and why wouldn't he be? Sure, he bickers and banters with you as if it's his day job but behind all that, he's always been like a brother to you. He was the first one who had noticed your crush on Yeonjun, and even though you had tried to dodge his questions and his teasing, you knew you could turn to him whenever your feelings got too much. But while you had tried to put on the façade of a happy best friend ever since coming back, he could see right through your pretense, although he had chosen not to say anything for the sake of respecting your actions.

Yet today, his patience had finally worn thin and snapped like a rubber band, when he had failed to catch a hold of your arm as you dashed past him through the corridors. You were bawling your eyes out, and he could tell as much, knowing that it didn't take a genius to figure out the reason behind your tears.

So he had followed you all the way to your dorm, not uttering a single word till some time had passed. He had let you cry and let it all out before knocking on your door, and when you had refused to open and asked him to leave you alone, he had kept knocking until you let him in.

He had been the one who had held you close as you had cried about your shattered heart and he had been the one who had listened to you tell him Leo was nothing more than a friend. He had seen you absolutely spent and broken after what your best friend did to you, and while he had held his tongue all these years, months, and weeks, he now finds himself letting go at last. If someone were to ask him two hours later what he had actually said to Yeonjun, he'd probably fumble upon his words and not remember the utterances he is making in his anger.

He's seeing red in that moment, insults and harsh comments slipping past his lips, every one of them being something that Yeonjun deserves for being an idiot. "Y/N effing loves you, you asshole," he's yelling at the face in front of him, unable to stay quiet any longer. "You were the bad friend here, you were the one who kept the truth hidden. You're the one who couldn't bring himself to accept his feelings, you're the one who got a girlfriend without telling his best friend. Leo's nothing more than a friend to Y/N, but you didn't want to see reason when it was right in front of you. You're the one who screwed up, and I swear if you don't own up to your mistakes now, you're gonna be sorry, Choi Jerk."

That's the last thing he says before storming off.

The next day finds you sleep-deprived and puffy-eyed, more fragile than glass, as you step foot inside the university gates, Beomgyu right by your side just like he had been for over half a day now. "I'm fine, Gyu," you try to muster a smile as he throws an arm around your shoulders, only for him to completely ignore you and continue walking, his jaw set. "No can do," you mentally hear him say as he opens his mouth, instead being greeted by the words, "The guys are waiting at the cafeteria."

You can't help but look up at his face at that, an unspoken fear behind your eyes. "Don't worry," he smiles reassuringly once more, giving your shoulders a gentle squeeze before saying, "He won't be there, I promise." Letting out a breath you didn't even know you're holding, you decide to look right on ahead, being met with the sight of the person you'd least expected to be there........Yena.

Beomgyu is reluctant to leave to say the least, but when you plead hard enough, he does walk off, but not without telling you to call him if anything happens. "He's acting way too protective," you think to yourself, a fond smile on your face as you turn to the younger girl. "So, what is it you wanted to-," you begin to ask, getting cut off by a set of words that knocks the air out of your lungs.

"Yeonjun and I broke up. I just wanted you to know that." That's all she says at first, biting her lip to gauge your reaction as her eyes search yours. But you can't seem to find anything to reply with, your entire being overcome with shock and perplexity the longer you look at her. It's like you can't bring yourself to process this vital piece of information, your mind in a whirl as she launches into an explanation that you only barely register.

In fact, the last thing you hear is "Because I know the two of you love each other, and I'm no one to keep you from finding your happiness," before your feet start moving on their own, everything turning into a blur as you find yourself saying that you need to "find him." Yena only smiles at that, wishing you luck as you begin dashing through the campus once more. Frantic and with tears burning behind your eyes again, you push through the crowds, asking every other person if they've seen the final year student anywhere.

That is, of course, until you collide right into someone's chest, looking up only belatedly to realize that you've yourself right in front of the music room again. "Talk about muscle memory," you think to yourself, your breath getting hitched in your throat for the umpteenth time that morning when your gaze meets that of the one you'd be searching for. "J-Jjun?," you say in nothing above a whisper, almost breaking down at the mere sight of his face. And that's all you get to say before you're being pulled by the hand, Yeonjun's fingers getting twined around your own as he maneuvers through the crowd.

And before you know it, you're on the rooftop again, Yeonjun gulping as he tries to get the words that he wants to say, out, but to no avail. You can only imagine how you must look to him in that moment, but you're sure you're not much better either. There's so much you have to say to him, there's so much you want to ask him, but you can't seem to utter a syllable out. You want to know why he did what he did, and you want to know why he broke up with Yena, or if it was the other way round. You want to ask if it was your fault, and you want to know what Yena meant when she said, "The two of you love each other."

But when you try to speak, the only thing that actually comes out is barely even a whole question, your eyes imploring him as you ask, "Why?"

Not the most easily understood of questions, but the answer is even more baffling than you can imagine. Because after a chuckle that sounds as hollow as can be, all he can say in reply is, "You really have to ask me that? It's because I fucking love you."

Had you been in your senses, you would have slapped him, yelled at him, flailed your arms around at how cruel he sounds, how mean he's being. You've been holding back on this far too long, and as he looks at you with sadness layered with.....sincerity? in his eyes, you know now is your moment to show him just how much he's broken you.

But that's the point, you're not in your senses, and you can't tell right from wrong. So you do the only thing that comes to mind, your body moving before you can stop yourself. Why? Because once more, you've been holding back on this far too long, and now that you know what you do, you can't hold back any longer. Before you know it, your arms are looped around his back, his own body responding to your touch without him noticing as his arms snake around your waist. One would think you're hugging and making up if they saw how close you are to each other, but that would be the wrong conclusion. So wrong.

Because you're kissing him. And he's kissing you back. Kissing you like you're the only person in the world.

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the-spooky-alien · 2 years

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Day 15 of Fictober !

Fandom : X-Files with the prompt "What are you doing ?"

Tagging @today-in-fic and @xffictober2022

He wakes up.

In the darkness, he hears his sister screaming for help, a remnant of his dream. A remnant of his childhood, of Stratego games and warm Christmas. Of the girl, lost in the stars, young and naive, believing her big brother would come for her.

Fox, help me !

(He tries so hard. Every time he comes too close, Samantha's shadow slips from his outstretched fingers, leaving behind nothing but the bitter taste of guilt on his tongue.)

The room is cold, or maybe the cold comes from somewhere deep in his soul. His body shivers, goosebumps rising on his arms. Glancing to his side, he notices Scully, curled in a ball, has hogged all the covers, leaving him with nothing.

Even the sight of her, soft and warm, isn't enough to ease the weight settling on him. With an inaudible sigh, he gets to his feet, the cool floor chilling him further until he doesn't know if he'll ever get warm again.

Her living-room is awashed with the street's lights. For a moment, he stays still, studying the peacefulness of the room, witnessing how alive it is under the moon's rays. It feels vibrant, like Scully is, and he can't help but feel out of place, both here and not here, at once lost and found.

He feels like he's drifting, his little boat gliding on a still water, the horizon so far away he'll never reach it. And no matter how much he would like to stop, to get out of the boat, it keeps drifting.

Sometimes, he wonders if he'll ever get out. If Samantha's ghost will always hover above him, whispering with her sweet voice in his ears, weighing on his shoulders as if she's sitting on them, like the child she is.

Was.

Is.

Not knowing if she's out there, on a boat too, desperately searching for him, for his help, is what wakes him up at night, sending adrenaline rushing through his body because he still hasn't found her. She has no one but him.

(No one has found him either. He's drifting on the sea, pushed and pulled and threatened to be swallowed by the waves.)

He blinks and finds himself on Scully's couch, with no recognition of how he ended there. He blinks again and Scully is here, studying with a frown.

''Mulder,'' and her voice echoes in the quiet of the room, gentle, like the caress of the breeze on his cheeks on summer days, ''what are you doing ?''

Words are heavy on his tongue, heavier on his mind, so he shrugs. Absently, he notices the burn growing in his eyes, the lump planting its roots in his throat. Scully's face wrinkles in concern but she says nothing more and simply settles next to him, close enough to brush against his side.

She's so warm, he wants to bury himself in her until she sets his soul aflame.

Instead, he hangs his head and sighs, tries to will away everything rotten in him so he can tell her to go back to sleep.

(He can't. He's selfish like that, he wants her, yearns for her, especially when the dark tugs at him. She's his light, his anchor, he realizes, and without her, there's no hope for peace. For the drifting to stop.)

''Do you need anything ?'' she asks at one point, turning slightly until her words are muffled against his shoulder. He turns to her, watches her face, so adorably sleepy, and wants to cry.

He shakes his head, and, from the depths of his mind it rises, unbidden, tumbling out of his mouth before he can think about it.

''I miss her.''

Scully's hand falls to his, their fingers interlacing. She knows who he's talking about of course.

Who else could wake him up at night, could drape him in a blanket of sorrow and guilt, if not for the sister he failed - fail - to save ?

''I know.''

It's all she says, but it's enough to open the dam, to make everything floods his mind until he can't repress the wrenching sobs from tearing his throat. Without hesitation, Scully moves on his lap, wrapping herself around him to shush his cries and hold every pieces of him together, keeping him from shattering completely.

(He wonders if the sharp edge of his shards makes her fingers bleed. If the blood is enough to prevent her from mending him back, or if she doesn't care about the crimson stain, about her own pain, when it comes to him.)

''Shh, Mulder, it's okay,'' she croons against his ear, one of her hand craddling his head, in a way that is so tender he can only cry harder. ''It's alright. You will find her.''

He's so tired of false hopes and the acid taste of disappointment. ''How can you believe that ?''

Scully pulls away slightly, combing back his hair from his forehead. ''Because if someone can, it's you. Because you will never stop until you do. Because I will help you do so.'' Her lips curl in a smile, small and sad. ''Because you're her big brother, and maybe that's what big brothers and sisters do. Find each other no matter what.''

He thinks of Melissa, buried six feet under the ground.

He thinks of Samantha, lost in the stars.

He thinks of them both, lost sisters, and weeps for their broken life.

Through it all, Scully holds him, anchoring his drifting boat.

#txf #dana scully #fox mulder #msr #fictober22 #xffictober2022 #i hope you'll like it !#thank you for reading it :)

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cakexblankett · 10 months

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Tag

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~•~

"Ethan!"

She shouted out, running in his direction. You panted, trying to be as fast as she was.

Ilsa and Ethan had a beautiful relationship, they were almost too perfect for each other. Since they met, to that very day, their bond greew stronger and stronger, intensifying with each mission they went through together. You could only be there, to witness all their affection towards one another, wishing you were him.

You fell for her as soon as you saw her, and you swore to yourself to spend your life beside her, even though she wanted to spend hers with someone else. Ethan had this je ne sais quoi that made everyone fall at his feet. It kind of made you throw up how every female you encountered was in love with him. He kissed women after women, and they were all so beautiful, while he was... meh. How could he do that?

But that didn't really matter, because you craved one woman's attention and she would never give it to you.

"Ethan! Bloody Hell, are you alright?"

Ilsa got on her knees, to see if Ethan was still alive, and he was. Great. You kind of wanted him to die. You were so evil for wishing that. You closed your eyes and exhaled.

"I'm ok."

He said with his annoying voice. You really couldn't stand him. How could Ilsa be in love with him? Why not you? What did he have that you didn't? You were a trained spy just like he was, but, of course, you lacked the experience and the charm he supposedly had. You stared at him. No, he wasn't charming at all.

Ilsa smiled, helping him on his feet. She was so gentle and cautious with him, almost as if she was scared he could dissipate like thin air in her arms. You bit down on your lip. Why not you?

You were almost about to scream it aloud when Ethan looked at you in confusion. You raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

"I thought you..."

You scoffed.

"You thought I would have died by now, right?"

"Well... yes."

You gave him an evil stare. Incredible. He really didn't know you at all. He said that everytime. He always thought you would die on one of the missions. Could he not see your bravery and skills? Could Ilsa not see them?

"That doesn't matter."

You shifted your glance to Ilsa. Of course it didn't matter, all that mattered was that her love was alright. The rage was burning inside of you, making you clench your fists.

"We should get going."

Ethan nodded, and, with Ilsa's help, regained his stability. Seeing Ilsa's hands on his back, her delicate touch on his skin... that was enough to make you explode.

"Why?"

You breathed out. Ilsa stopped and glanced at you. Ethan was already on his merry way.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Why?"

You repeated, louder this time. She looked at you confused, not understanding.

"Why do you... prefer... him at me?"

Ilsa scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"I don't."

You chuckled, sadly.

"We don't have time for this, Y/N."

"But if I was him you would make time."

Ilsa got closer, and your breath came to a halt.

"Y/N, we don't have time."

You furrowed your eyebrows, and walked away.

~•~

"Ilsa!"

You shouted out, running like crazy. Your lungs burned and your legs ached but you couldn't stop.

"Ilsa!"

Where was she? Where...

Your breath itched in your throat. There she was, laying on the stairs.

"No, no, no..."

You made your way to her, getting on your knees beside her. She looked so peaceful... Tears started to accumulate in your eyes.

"Ilsa..."

You put your hands on her chest, searching for her heart beat, finding nothing.

"No, Ilsa... please..."

Her head was tilted to one side, her eyes still opened. Those beautiful blue eyes, those eyes in which you lost yourself so many times.

"No..."

You tried putting pressure on her chest.

"Don't... you can't..."

You were sobbing, crying out her name. You didn't even let her know how much you loved her. You hoped she knew, you hoped she knew and that she never was interested in you rather than her not knowing and missing such an opportunity to be with her.

"I love you..."

You breathed out, leaving a kiss on her cheek, taking a last glance at her eyes before closing them.

"What happened?"

Ethan was standing behind you, staring at Ilsa's dead body. You closed your eyes, enraged. You got up and walked away, drying your tears. Ilsa was gone and your heart too.

#ilsa #mission impossible #rebecca ferguson x reader #rebecca x reader #rebecca ferguson #ferguson #ilsa x reader #ilsa faust x reader #ilsa faust #ff #fanfictions #fanfic #fanfiction

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quietly-by-myself · 2 years

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The Soldier - Smoke, Salt, and Asbestos

This is a drabble, set a year before the events of the main story. For reference, Sean leads the villages' militia.

Briac is not having a good time here. This is all whump. Enjoy

CW: nonhuman whumpee (changeling), beatings, whipping, burns, "it" as a pronoun, dehumanization of a nonhuman character, multiple whumpees, verbal abuse, whumpee gets someone else hurt, whumpee forced to watch someone else getting whumped, militia setting (as in, a mostly autonomous village's defense force), manipulation, psychological abuse, whumper blames whumpee for another whumpee's pain

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Sometimes, pain on its own hurt less than pain with care. It seemed contradictory to the creature, at first. Surely, the care would provide some sort of relief from the daily pain of being alive. It deserved that pain. Briac understood that well. However, even if it deserved the pain, it still hurt.

A new guy had come around the cells recently. Apparently, he was the new soldier Briac had heard so much about. From a different village, Alexander had married into a family in the village it had once called home.

Oh, Briac would never forget the shock of him finding out that their village had a pest living in the walls of its militia station. The horror on his face. The way he’d shouted at Sean and the rest of them.

That same night, once Sean and the rest of his tormentors had their fun for the night, Alexander had come with a bottle of alcohol and bandages. He’d tried to patch Briac up. He’d spoken kind words to it without realizing that it was too broken, that it knew its place too well for those words.

It realized quickly that its pathetic condition had allowed it to manipulate Alexander. It hated itself as he took care of it for the first time in ages.

The next day, Sean was furious.

“Fucking hell! Which one of you fucks bandaged the monster?”

Sean placed a sharp kick to Briac’s side, which earned a whimper from it.

“It was me.”

Alexander stood up from the stool he’d been sitting on.

Sean grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer. “Who fucking gave you permission to bandage it up? I certainly didn’t. Nobody does shit around here without my orders.”

Briac was shaking, watching on in horror, knowing it could do nothing to stop Sean. The world seemed to slow around the argument unfolding in front of him.

“You’re fucking torturing him! You’re fucking monsters. The lot of you.”

Sean growled that familiar, aggressive snarl before he attacked. “You better fucking watch, dumb fucking monster.”

Briac could do nothing but obey as Sean threw Alexander against a wall, knocking him out. The next moment, Sean strung Alexander up.

Throughout the whole ordeal, Briac had to watch as Alexander came to and had lash after lash driven into his back. Alexander didn’t last very long, even compared to a pathetic creature like it. He was crying and screaming by the seventh lash.

Sean didn’t stop at seven nor at ten. Not at twenty. Not at thirty. It took fifty lashes and a half-dead scream from Alexander for Sean to give up.

Hands and chest bloodied from the splatter of Alexander’s back, Sean threw aside the whip and marched into Briac’s cell. He ripped the bandages off of it and dug his fingers into one of its wounds.

“See, Briac? This is what you do to people. You couldn’t stop hurting people, even completely immobilized.”

Briac didn’t realize until that moment that it was crying. The world had simply gone too cold for it to feel anything but shock.

“Why are you surprised? You already hurt everyone around you. Of course he’d be next, because he decided to be kind.”

Sean gave a mocking frown. “What? Have you nothing to say for yourself?”

“S… sorry,” Briac managed between sobs.

Sean laughed. “Sorry will never fucking cut it.”

The world went dark with a punch to its face.

Yes, pain after comfort always would hurt more.

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Tags: @hold-him-down, @pumpkin-spice-whump, @thegreatwhodini, @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump, @nicolepascaline, @i-can-even-burn-salad, @whumpsday, @myhusbandsasemni, @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @batfacedliar-yetagain

#smoke salt and asbestos #whump #whump writing #briac #whumpblr #cw are above #heed the content warnings please

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writingamongther0ses · 1 year

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Find the Word

I was tagged by @iced-ginger-tea, @writinglyra, @shellyscribbles, and @sharraus

chill (Bride of Loki)

She could do this. Her fingers scratched gently against the cold plastic of the desk, the chill of the white plastic cold and real. The imaginary heat prickled against her neck. Siv tapped harder against the desk.

noise (Among the Stars)

Kate made a noise of protest when the last got slid into her backpack. “Don’t worry about it.” Aunt Helen’s lips were pinched together in displeasure but she pushed a strand of hair out of Kate’s face with softness. “We’re going to hide in town. We can stock up more there.”

familiar (In the Closet)

Footsteps. Soon enough, a familiar face comes into view. It’s Paris, the prince visiting from Troy. He looks around before his eyes land on the bed and light up. Instead of power, it’s fear that makes Helen tremble. She knows that look. Theseus had that same look.

curl (Want Does Not Equal Need)

Now all they could do was glare at the blue streaks. It was a sign that their magic was coming back. Sooner or later, the past would come slamming down the door. Blu raised a hand up and yanked on one curl.

imagine (Bride of Loki)

She turned and even though the screen hid her face, he could imagine her snarl. “You are no better, Alpha One.” She pointed to the body, gesturing it so everyone’s eyes were drawn to the still corpse covered in the grey makeshift shroud. "What was her name?"

lonely (Prompt fill)

The man sighs and smiles. “Beautiful. Very lonely. They caught me up in their eyes and told me I was the first person that took their breath away.” Caroline nods, and then he taps his foot next to hers. “What about you? Why haven’t you left yet?”

lovely (3 sentence fic)

The plants are a lovely surprise when she’s studying.

lost (Among the Stars)

This was a constant issue within the mines. The ice of Khoine’s surface and the heat of the volcanoes under the ice meant the pipes were heating and cooling constantly. Even worse, based on lack of liquid, it was energy pipe. If enough was lost, they would lose money.

rough (Prompt fill)

“I want to scream at you.” they admitted and now he realized their voice was rough with tears. “My best friend died twenty years ago. I was alone.” Despite the sobs that wanted to well up, they did not cry. “I wanted to die then. Why?”

electric(al) (Bride of Loki)

He didn’t say a word back, instead turning aroun. The boy marched back towards the kitchen as she kicked and screamed, going through drawers until he found a roll of electrical tape. Siv yelped as the end was pushed onto her wrist before the rest followed, tying up her wrists, before moving down to her ankles. The moment he was done, he tossed the tape onto the table with a sigh. “There we go.”

wood (I Put a Spell On You)

This continued until the familiar sign appeared, WELCOME TO FAE! Honeysuckle was painted under it. They steered away from the main road and into a well traveled forest path. Deep into the woods they went until a familiar wood shack appeared.

pause (Bad End)

There was a pause.

darken (Heartbeat)

The void started to darken around them. Manny, however, glowed brighter.

pretend(ing) (The Devil's Waiters)

A mirror game was what the twins had called switching clothes and pretending to be each other. It had fooled everyone except their guardian. For some reason he had never explained, Old Man Pabbie had always been able to tell them apart. But he played along, pretending one twin was the other until the twins had been unable to help themselves to laughter. It had helped the two understand that, while very secure in being cisgender, clothes had no gender.

cold (Bride of Loki)

The water, like everything else on the planet, was cold.

rule(s) (Witch House)

Grimaldi nodded back. “Of course I did. I apologize, my mind is going some. Now, your room is upstairs. I had some clothes delivered when I knew you were coming, I hope you like them. Now, rules.”

pray(ing) (Bride of Loki)

Miks let out a loud, nervous laugh, eyes darting from the assistant to Mabelle. “Uh, yeah! You know me, always praying to myself!”

I'll tag, with no pressure, @mariahwritesstuff, @bardic-tales, @charlesjosephwrites, @loopyhoopywrites, and @nora-theteawriter

#tag game #Bride of Loki #Among the Stars #Bad End #Witch House #The Devil's Waiters #I Put a Spell on You #Heartbeat #writeblr #wip

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folklorelise · 3 years

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The cadets are turned into kids and think you and Levi are their parents

In the same universe where they called you “mom”, (they are around 3 and 4 years old)

Also— this is adorable (this is from an eruri doujinshi by hitomi which is called curtain call)

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Eren had an experiment that went wrong. He transformed into his titan form and then suddenly he shrank into a tiny titan. Then he escaped Hange and ran away.

“Someone finds Y/N right now! Eren only listens to her!” Hange yelled at their squad.

When you heard about what happened, Levi looked for Eren with you. When you found him in your office, he was not alone. He was not a titan anymore too. All the cadets were like Eren– tiny little babies.

“MOMMY!” Eren screamed pointing at you.

“Oh no.” you mumbled seeing them all run to you.

They were all hugging your leg, trying to get you attention. Jean started to cry after Eren pushed to the ground. You wanted to pick him up but there were too many kids around you.

“I got this.” Levi assured you and picked Jean up.

Jean stopped crying and stared at the captain frightened. Jean looked at you and reached out his arms towards you. You took Jean in your arms but everyone else started to scream “me too!”.

“Levi,” you said to him, “maybe we should do groups and you take half and I take the other half?”

“No. You can’t leave me alone with them.”

“I can’t work like this.”

“I’m sure Erwin would understand. I’ll tell him.” Levi offered walking away.

“Levi! No! Come back!”

“I told you mommy doesn’t want to stay with us.” Connie cried to Sasha.

“What? Of course, I want to be with you!” you reassured them. “I just don’t know what to do.” you mumbled to yourself.

“I’m hungry.” Jean said, still in your arms.

“Of course, you are.” Eren said, “that’s why you’re so f–“.

“Eren I swear to Erwin’s eyebrows if you finish that sentence, I’m going to throw you in the dungeons!” you snapped angrily.

Jean on the other side started to cry again knowing what Eren wanted to say. Eren started to cry silently too, looking at the ground.

“Sorry mommy.” Eren sobbed, “don’t be mad please.”

“You should apologise to Jean.” you said calmer.

You put Jean down and Eren hugged him and apologised shyly.

“That’s better! Now take each other’s hands and we’ll go found something to eat okay?”

They all nodded, you took Armin’s hand on one hand and Sasha’s on the other one. Eren surprisingly took Jean hand and you all went to the mess hall. Levi was already there with Erwin, with food for the kids.

“We thought that would help.” Erwin explained while the kids run towards the food. “There’s a tray for each one of you, so no need to fight.”

Erwin and Levi walked towards you and sighed.

“What do we do?” Erwin asked.

“I can’t work with them around. I also cannot take care of them alone. There’s eight of them!”

“Armin, Mikasa and Bertolt shouldn’t be a problem – they’re good,” Levi stated, “Jean and Eren would do everything you say. Sasha, Connie and Reiner… tire them until they're too exhausted to move.”

“I still can’t do that alone! You have to help me.”

“I have paperwork to do, and Erwin has commander things to do.”

“I wish I could help,” Erwin intervened, “but I can’t, I still have work to do and…”

“Erwin, it’s fine.” you said gently, “but Levi you cannot leave me alone.”

Erwin left after Levi finally agreed to help. You both sat down at the table.

“Oh no.” Levi sighed once he saw the mess they did while eating. “Stop eating with your hand and use the spoon.”

“Sorry daddy.” Jean apologised but kept eating with his hands.

“What did you call me?” Levi asked.

“Oh, it’s not like he never said it before.” you said.

Levi took Jean on his lap and started to feed him. Reiner, Bertolt and Armin were eating calmy, Sasha ate too fast while Connie was trying to protect his food from Sasha. Mikasa was feeding Eren because he gave his food to you.

“Eren I’m fine, you should eat.” you told him multiple times.

After lunch, they were all too excited and energetic unlike you and Levi.

“I’m too old for sh!t.” Levi told you.

“You kill titan for a living! This should easy.”

“Is it though?”

“Let’s just play with them a little until they get tired so they can sleep.”

The whole afternoon was spent playing hide and seek and tag. Which was not the wisest idea since Armin and Reiner ended hurt. Only a few scratches on their knees and elbows but that made you worried sick. After dinner in Levi office with the kids, they were starting to get tired.

“Mommy,” Mikasa called you by pulling your sleeve, “I want to sleep.”

“Me too!” Reiner said by sitting on your lap.

“A story!” Connie screamed excited which made all of them chant this.

“Alright! Alright! Do we have that kind of book in the library?” you asked Levi.

“No.”

“Well, I can invent a story – that’s not an issue.”

Levi and you sat on the bed and they all crawled on you and between. You started your story and very soon after, they all fell asleep.

“How was your day?” Levi asked you.

“Tiring. What about you?”

“It was fine. And it made me think…,” Levi paused, “never mind.”

“No, tell me.”

“Maybe we could have our own.” Levi shrugged.

“Is it something you want?” you asked.

“Is it something you want? Because if you do not want any, it’s fine too.”

“I don’t know… maybe?”

“We don’t have to talk about it now.”

“You’re right, but I want to talk about this. Someday.” you smiled.

After this little conversation, you both fell asleep. In the middle of the night, Levi woke up because someone was awake – Armin.

“Bathroom.” Armin said once Levi was awake.

Levi stood up and took Armin in his arms and went to the bathroom. After Armin finished, Levi helped him wash his hands and went back to bed. But before Levi could lay on his bed, Reiner woke up with tears in his eyes.

“No, don’t cry.” Levi warned him and took him out of the bed. “What’s wrong?”

“Nightmare.” Reiner confessed sobbing.

“It’s not real – it’s a dream. Go back to bed.” Levi said before going back to his bedroom, but Reiner stayed behind sobbing. Levi sighed before picking him up. “Stop crying, you don’t want to wake mommy, right?”

“No.”

“Fine then let’s go back to bed, alright?”

That was only the beginning of Levi’s night. After Reiner went back to sleep, it was Sasha’s turn to go to the bathroom.

“I knew it,” Levi said to himself, “I mean after all she ate, that was only a matter of time before she goes number two.”

Then it was Bertolt who had to pee. After him it was Connie who was a little thirsty. Mikasa had to go to the bathroom too. Only Eren did not wake up. When Levi finally went back to bed, Eren woke up.

“Don’t tell me you need to poop too.” Levi warned him tired.

“I want to sleep with mommy please.” Eren asked.

“No place, maybe another time, now sleep.”

—————

- That one time you had to leave for an expedition

The next expedition was a short and simple one. Yet every squad leader had to be there, including you. You were obviously reluctant about it because of the kids.

“Who will take care of them?” you asked Levi.

“There are nurses. Don’t worry about it.”

The first few days, the kids were all sleeping with Levi and you but then, Levi told them to go and sleep in their bedroom because with them around, you could not do anything else than sleep. You promised to them that you would visit every night before they go to sleep and that night, you told them that you would not be here for a week or so.

“No!” Jean screamed hugging you, “don’t leave me please.” he begged on the verge of crying.

“Mama!” Armin, the youngest cried, rubbing his eyes. “don’t go.”

“I will be back very soon; you won’t even notice my absence.” you told them.

That night you proposed to have them back in bed with Levi and you so they would stop crying. The next morning, once it was time to leave, none of them wanted to let go of your legs.

“It’s fine, I’ll be back very soon.” you tried to calm them down. That did not work. “Fine I won’t go, let’s all go back to bed okay?” you said to them which made them stop crying and run to your bedroom.

Once they all left, you went back on your horse and left with the rest of the survey corps outside the walls. When the kids realised that you were not coming started to cry again and did not stop until they fell asleep. The nurses that took care of them were starting to get worried but after a few days, they started to play and eat again without any protest.

Once you were back, all the kids were waiting for you at the entrance of the wall. They were screaming “mommy!” when they saw you. Jean screamed “daddy!” when he saw Levi which made people around gasp. They did not know that these kids were in reality survey corps members. Sasha and Connie went on Hange’s horse while Armin and Bertolt were on Erwin’s. Jean and Reiner were with Levi while Mikasa and Eren were with you.

“We missed you a lot mommy!” Eren said happy to see you.

“I missed you too.”

For a week or two, the kids would not let go of you because of that expedition.

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- That one time you got mad at them.

The only time you got mad at them was when they all started to fight each other. Levi and you were doing paperwork outside because it was a sunny day and the kids wanted to play outside. You were peacefully reading your reports when they started to shout at each other. You were not worried about it because they were always shouting, but when you saw that they started to cry and push each other you quickly went over where they were.

“What’s happening here!” you screamed.

They all stopped except for Eren and Jean who were still fighting.

“Hey! Stop!” you yelled but none of them listen to you.

Before you could get mad, Levi took Eren in his arms which stopped the fight.

“What is wrong with you?” Levi reprimanded them. “What were you two thinking? You could’ve got hurt and you could’ve hurt your friends and worse of all, you weren’t listening to Y/N!”

Jean and Eren turned to you but you were already gone.

“Where’s mommy?” Jean asked shyly.

After Jean and Eren both apologised to each other, they went looking for you.

“Is mommy mad?” Eren asked.

“Yes.” Levi answered.

“She doesn’t love us anymore?” Jean asked with tears in his eyes.

“Of course, she does, now let’s find her and apologise.”

They could not find you anywhere. Even Levi did not know where to look. He asked Erwin and Hange but none of them saw you. Jean would not stop crying because you were not there.

“Mommy doesn’t love me anymore!” Jean kept saying.

At night when they all went into their bedroom, they found you on their bed.

“Mommy!” they all screamed happy but stopped on their way when they saw that you were not smiling.

“What happened today was unacceptable. I am disappointed.” you said. “I hope that won’t ever happen ever again.”

“Sorry.” they all apologised.

“Where were you?” Eren asked.

“Out, I needed some time alone.”

“Are you mad at me?” Eren cried.

“No… Not anymore, and I am not mad at you too Jean. But next time you do this, there will be consequences. Now go to sleep, all of you.” You stood up, ready to leave.

“No stories?” Reiner asked.

“Please.” they all asked with a pout that you just could not resist.

—————

- That on time Levi had to calm Eren down during a meeting.

That day, you had to leave to visit a family member who was going to give birth. You left without saying anything to the kids otherwise they would not have let you. Levi’s squad was responsible for the kids when none of you were available.

They were all running around when Eren fell from the top of the stairs.

“EREN!” Petra shouted petrified.

Eren started to cry, and he would not stop. The squad tried everything, but nothing would stop Eren’s tears.

“We have to bring him to the captain.” Eld said.

Eld took Eren and went to the meeting room. He knocked on the door and opened it just enough so Eren could go in.

“I want mommy!” Eren continued to cry.

Levi picked him up and put him on his lap.

“She’s busy today, what happened?” Levi asked him softly.

“I fell.” Eren sobbed.

“It’s fine, you can stop crying and tell mommy later that you acted all strong because you’re almost an adult now.”

“I’m a big boy now.” Eren admitted hugging Levi.

All the squad leaders were speechless in front of this because they never saw the captain acting like this before. He was so delicate and sweet towards Eren. Then the door opened again, and all the other kids barged in.

“I’m sorry captain, but they all wanted to check on Eren.” Petra apologised.

“It’s fine.” Levi said before putting Eren down.

The rest of the meeting was spent with the kids playing under the table, around Levi. Once you came back, you found Levi asleep on his bed with the kids around him. You tried to be as silent as possible, but Levi woke up.

“Hey, how was your day?” you asked him not without a kiss.

“Fine, and you?”

“Boring – you weren’t there.”

“Mommy!” Eren called you reaching out his arms.

“What happened to your knees?” you asked him when you picked him up.

“I fell but I didn’t cry.”

“Riight, because you’re so brave.” but Eren had already fell asleep again.

—————

- Random HCs

Armin loves the commander; he is always clinging to him.

Eren always wants to impress the captain by eating alone and cleaning.

Jean is your boy; he always wants to stay with you by pretending to be injured or something.

Sasha and Connie love Hange because they get to help Hange with their experiments.

Mikasa only loves you.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!! <3

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PART 2 is out, check out the MASTERLIST!

#levi ackerman x reader #attack on titan x reader #levi ackerman fluff #aot fluff #eren yeager x reader #mikasa ackerman x reader #armin arlet x reader #jean kirstein x reader #levi x reader #levi fluff #levi ackerman x you

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tobiokuns · 3 years

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— surprise pregnancy with haikyuu boys

summary: you hadn’t planned for this to happen. neither of you had. but it had, and now you had to tell him.

characters: kageyama tobio, miya atsumu, akaashi keiji

tags: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, some humor, brief mention of abortion, implied body image insecurities, happy ending

— kageyama tobio

you wring your hands as you lean against the doorjamb, anxiously waiting for kageyama to come home. he’d had a long week, you know, but your first appointment with your doctor is on monday, and you think he’d like to be there if possible. at least, you’d put it off long enough.

the click of the lock unlatching and the familiar turn of the knob raises your attention. you feel like you’re going to choke under the pressure, and even seeing his face doesn’t calm you down.

if anything, you’re even more nervous, seeing the sweat on his brow.

“tobio—” you call over to him when he walks through the door, before you lose your nerve, “i’m pregnant.”

there’s a terse silence, even though kageyama just looks confused. your boyfriend blinks once, twice, and scrunches his eyebrows like he always does when he’s thinking hard, and just stares. your heart pounds in your chest.

“...but i just signed onto a new team,” he says, finally.

you make a sound of affirmation. “yeah, i know,” you sigh, smiling tightly, “but we can make it work, right?”

he kinda looks like he does when he’s setting, in deep concentration, kind of unhappy. you wait for him to say something, anything, but the silence stretches on, for so long that you think you’ll have a heart attack.

“my first doctor’s appointment is on monday,” you tell him, trying to nudge him into saying something, “do you want to come with me?”

“i can’t, i have practice,” he blurts out almost automatically, and you nod. of course he does. it’s silent for a while, and then he’s speaking again. “can’t you...” he swallows, looking away, “...not have the baby?”

don’t lose your shit, you tell yourself, don’t lose your shit. you tamp down the growing anger and nod again, making another vague humming noise.

“yeah, i could,” you agree, voice eerily quiet, “but i want the baby, tobio.”

“okay,” he nods, “...do what you want, then.”

your heart drops. you can’t see his face, not with his bangs covering his eyes, but you stare at him for a while anyway, your own eyes stinging. you silently shuffle back into the house, leaving him standing in the doorway.

it’s awkward when he slips into bed that night. you keep your back to him, but you can almost feel his gaze on the ceiling. you don’t know when he sleeps, or if he ever does. by the time you wake up, he’s wrapped around you, leg thrown over yours, his big hand rubbing over your still flat stomach under your shirt.

he jolts awake as soon as you stir, dropping his lips against your neck and nuzzling you.

“i’m sorry about last night,” he murmurs immediately, and you’re sure he’s pouting. “y-you caught me off guard. i want it. the... the baby. with you.”

you sigh, staring at the wall opposite from you. you think of having to move again, back to japan this time. you thought that would be good for you and kageyama, but his reaction last night...

“are you sure?” you ask, covering his hand with yours, missing some of the bravado you had, “we can...”

“no,” he sounds almost childish, and you smile, wondering how he’ll be as a father, “no, i’m—i’m sure.”

his arms tighten around you. it’s not often that you get to cuddle in the morning with kageyama, not when he’s always going for jogs and volleyball practice. so you lean back, telling yourself that everything will be just fine.

— miya atsumu

“y’know, y/n...” your boyfriend says to you one day, “yer gettin’ kinda... like, fat...”

you whip your head around to stare at him, your cheeks heating with embarrassment. he cowers instinctively, waiting for you to hit him like you usually do, but your arm stops midair before you let it drop.

you wanted to hide this a little longer, because to be honest, you were scared. scared of his reaction, scared he wouldn’t want you, scared you’d be left alone. but you sigh, knowing you couldn’t anymore, and slump against the couch.

“atsumu...” you lower your voice, and instantly he cowers more.

“i‘m sorry! i didn’t mean it like that!” he yells, hands covering his face, “don’t hit me, i’m beggin—”

“no, atsumu,” you sigh, taking his hands into yours, “listen to me.”

he sees how serious your expression is and quiets down, bowing his head and leaning closer to you. the idiot still probably thinks you’re mad because he called you fat, you think. you would’ve laughed if you didn’t feel like puking at this moment.

“i’m pregnant,” you say, taking a deep breath, “we’re gonna have a baby.”

“hah?” he retorts quickly, “we’re what? no, we’re not.”

you watch as his face changes, and then he’s off again. “no, y/n, ya can’t be pregnant. i can’t be a dad. have ya met me? samu doesn’t even have a kid yet, ‘nd that’s like, the one thing i don’t wanna beat him at and— goddammit, i shoulda used condoms—”

“atsumu,” you almost scream, the panic bubbling up in your chest, “do you not want to do this with me?”

“but, weren’t ya on the pill or somethin’? how could this happen?” he acts as if he hadn’t heard your question,” y/n, are ya sure it’s min—”

you can’t take it anymore and burst out crying. you don’t even pay attention to the fact that he just accused you of cheating. the stress from the weeks of keeping this to yourself explodes and you sob loudly, louder than atsumu’s panicked rambling.

“shit—” he curses, seeing your tears, and quickly taking your hands into his, “y/n, ’m sorry, i—it’s just—i’m gonna be a horrible dad, ya know? i don’t know if i can do this, it’s like... i’m not very reliable ‘nd ma always said—”

“but,” you sniffle through your tears, “aren’t we doing this together?”

he nods slowly, and then moves to rest his head on your chest. he tentatively puts a hand on your stomach, rubbing his index finger over it as if it were foreign to him.

“yeah,” he agrees quietly, “we’re doing this together.”

— akaashi keiji

you knew akaashi hadn’t wanted a child, not yet at least. you knew that, and yet when he said okay the night you told him you were pregnant, you were naive enough to think that it was actually okay.

he works, all the time, very hard. it only made sense, he had told you he needed to, in order to get to where he wanted to be. but it left you many nights, belly and feet swollen, joints aching, alone on the couch, wondering what you were doing.

did you eat your vitamins? he asks softly every morning without fail. but that was it.

you went to doctor’s appointments alone, you shopped for baby clothes alone, and you stared at the empty four walls of the baby’s room alone. you were too afraid to buy furniture for it: it seemed too permanent, especially when being pregnant seemed like a repressed dream every day.

"keiji, ” you call out to him early one morning, before he can leave for work again, “...let’s not have the baby.”

he doesn’t respond and for a moment you can’t even tell if he heard you. but then he’s whipping his head around, as if he had just realized what you said, and scrambles to kneel at your side.

“what’s wrong?” he places a hand on your belly, right beside yours, like he never had, “are you feeling—”

“you’re never here!” you cry, wincing at your own screech, “i don’t want to do this alone, keiji. i can’t do this alone. the baby started kicking yesterday, you know? and you weren’t there. i didn’t even know what to do. i’m not gonna know what to do. god, we need a crib and a c-changing table, and—”

you stop when he lays his head down on your lap.

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles faintly, his hot breath seeping through your shirt. the kitchen is silent with your sniffles. you’re so tired, from the pregnancy or everything else, but you tangle your fingers in akaashi’s hair, and it brings you just an ounce of comfort. it’s soft as always, just like it was when you had started dating.

“i’m sorry,” he says again, turning his head to the side to face you, letting your fingers drift over his cheek, “i was taking on more work, to save money for... for the baby. i hadn’t— ...i didn’t realize i was neglecting you, y/n.”

you look down, “y-you were what?”

“i took on a new author,” he tells you, “and i asked around for some freelance work. i think we’re okay financially, but you never know, so i thought it’d be good to have extra—”

“keiji,” you interrupt, voice scratchy, “were you nervous?”

“well, yes,” he admits, leaning into your palm, “but that’s no excuse for leaving you all alone. i can drop the freelance, maybe move most of my work back home—”

you smile, the familiar sound of akaashi overthinking things a buzz in your ears. you brush your thumb over the wrinkles between his eyebrows, tracing the lines on his face, recognizing the way his eyes tighten when he’s serious. he looks up at you.

“do you want to come to the doctor’s with me on thursday?” you sniffle softly, smiling at him.

“...yes,” he nods, almost like a reflex, but you can see him thinking again, his stare blanking. you reach down to intertwine your fingers with his, placing them over your belly. the focus returns to his eyes and he looks reassured, finally smiling back at you.

“yes,” he repeats, “i’ll come with you.”

#hana.fic #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #kageyama x reader #atsumu x reader #akaashi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#ch.multiple

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