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hellisharchive · 4 months

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Heyoooo! You probably know me from messaging you but I wanted to ask if you could write a Vox x Fem!reader where reader just takes care of a really wasted but infatuated Vox?

My Queen

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▏C/TW! ▬ 18+, drunk Vox, jealous reader, fluff fluff fluff, bathing

▏C/TW! ▬ Literally wrote this at 2 am and got done at 3 am, so not beta read <3 TYSM for the request! I hope you enjoy it!. AGAIN HOW THE FUCK DID I ACCIDENTLY POST THIS THIS WAS A DRAFT. I dont like how this turned out tbh

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You and Vox were close, but you wouldn't dare say that you two were dating. You did have a small crush on him and was scared that confessing would ruin your fiendship. Little did you know he also had a crush on you as well, it was just unfortunate he was letting his business and brand take importance over his personal life. You were an honorary Vee and his best friend. Sure, Velvette and Valentino were his friends too, but you always got jealous as you watched Val and Vox act in such a romantic way with each other all the time. You always suspected that they were a thing, and even if they didn't have a label, you respected it. So, you always kept your feelings hidden deep down

. But you did need a break, it got so tiring having to watch and hear them act all cute and making sexual advances from the time to time. You've been ignoring Vox for at least two weeks, probably not the best choice but your emotions got the better of you. But tonight, you decided to get out of the tower and have some fun. You went to a pretty well known nightclub- not owned by Vox, a rare occurrence- to let off some steam. Your goal was to get laid by the end of the night with a convenientially attractive stranger, but life doesn't always work out as you want.

Yet, when Vel called you as you were about to get on the dancefloor with a hot bull, you dropped everything to take care of the television that was drowning his sorrows in alcohol. According to her, he kept talking about how he wished he could tell you something and how beautiful you were. You mulled over it as you walked back through the tower in your fancy nightclub dress just an hour earlier. While on your way there, you came across Velvette who looked very pissed off and scrolling through phone in the main living area of the personal living quarters. When she saw you, she flipped you off and rolled your eyes.

"Fucking finally! Vox has been throwing a hissy fit waiting for his queen to come and shut him up. Fuck you for taking so long, he's called me twenty fucking times asking where you were bevause he forgot he changed your contact info!" That was all she said before growling and walking away, signalling that you were going to handle this yourself like normal. You never let what Vel says get to you, that's just how she normally is. But he changed your contact info? What to? You've calmed down a drunken Vox many times before, but this time seemed bad.

"Vox?" You knock and call out before opening his door to find a very wasted man laying on his couch, hiccuping and looking incredibly sad. He was slumped over with a wine bottle in his hand, no wine glass, and the red liquid was spilled all over himself. Wine? Really? He got drunk on wine out of his entire collection? He's usually a fun drunk, cracking jokes and overall being the most funny in the room from the out of pocket shit he says. So seeing him so down makes you feel guilty for ignoring him. But as soon as he looked at you, his face lit up and a smile immediately popped up. He dropped the glass and stood up, trying to rush up to you. However, because he was so inebriated, he started to stumble, which caused you to rush up and catch him from his shoulders.

"My Queen! Where did you go? I missed you my sweet!" The comment about Vel calling you his "queen" you just passed off as Vel being Vel, but now he was calling that you too? Maybe playing into this fantasy would be best, drunk people are never rational and don't know what they're even saying.

"Well my king, I had a very important meeting with another kingdom to attend to. But you requested my presence immediately!" You spoke matter-of-fact as you navigated him to the bathroom, it was hard already with him being unable to properly walk, but he also kept staring at you, so he stepped over his own feet countless times.

"Hehehe...I like when you call me that. YOUR king. I'm your king! How lucky am I?" He giggled and that made your heart beat faster. How lucky was he? What was he talking about? Maybe this was just his drunk self talking, you knew he didn't feel that way, he absolutely had a thing for Val, not you. Gulping, you finally manage to drag him to the bathroom where you sat him on the toilet. He would be so sticky with all that wine that soaked through his clothes, so you were going to bathe him. Sure, getting him in and out his going to be a challenge, but you still cared for this man a lot and wanted the best for him.

"I'm getting you your pjs, do not move ok?" You started to leave the bathroom when he whined loudly, making a swipe for your wrist but missed as he looked at you with puppy eyes. Due to his television screen head, his facial expressions can get extremely animated, unlike normal sinners. His eyes basically took up his entire screen, only leaving a little bit of space for a pout. The sight made your heart ache.

"Don't leave again my lovely queen! I need to tell you something!" Sighing, you gave him a soft smile and walked back up to him. Picking up his hand, you put your other hand on top of his and gave him the most softest smile you muster..

"It is bedtime, my king, you must be bathed before heading to our bed. You can tell me once we retire" Our bed. Saying it made your heart do flips.

"Oookkk my beautiful queen! Hehehe you're so pretty..." He had a dopey smile as you walked away, heart hammering so loud it should have been echoing in the room. He thought you were pretty? Fuck- why does he made you feel this way? You knew that look too, it was a look of complete love. He certainly couldn't love you though, that has to be impossible. He was with Val, he had to be. Going on autopilot, you gather up his favorite pyjamas and mentally prepare yourself for going back into the flames. When you get back, he was still sitting on the toilet, giggling and staring ahead as he was talking to himself about how in love with him he was.

What?

He was drunk, he was drunk, he was drunk- why couldn't you even entertain the idea of him returning your feelings? Why was it so hard to accept that fact? Taking a deep breath, you walk into the room and he lights up again.

"My queen! Are thou ready to bathe me? You got my favorite pjs! And you have an amazing ass! There's a reason why I married you!" Freezing once again, you ignoring his comment about your ass in luei of the last thing he said. Married...you? Did Vox think you two married each other? The thought made you shiver and face warm with how amazing that sounded. Being officially tied to him forever, waking up with him together, and getting to love him forever. Standing up after finishing setting the dials to the right temperature, you looked at him and now needed to know more.

"And why else did you marry me my dear?" Battting your eyelashes with the most innocent face you could gather, you started to stip him of his clothes. You've seen him naked a handful of times which always made you incredibly flustered, but undressing him? It made you nervous, especially with how he's acting towards you.

"You're the beeeeest, like, THE best! You're so pretty and gorgeous and have SUCH a hot bod! But you're so so sweet and amazing and help me with everything!" Did he...did he actually love you? Was whatever he was doing with Val was nothing? Shakily manging to get him completely undressed, you stood him up to maneuver him into the large tub. Not trusting yourself to say anything more, you gently lay him down in the perfectly warm water and start lathering him up. You also never bathed him before, so your nerves were going to overdrive. He took your silence and silenced himself too, maybe he somehow knew you were really anxious right now. Taking great care in not getting water on his head, you see as his face turned from a happy one, to a somber one.

The rest of the process of getting him out, drying him off, changing into his pjs, and moving him to his bed was deadly quiet. You felt like you would be breaking some unsaid rule. Tucking him into bed, you left a glass of water and painkillers on his nightstand, turning off the big light and turning on the lamp. Sitting down next to his curled up body, you rubbed his back and felt conflicted. He's drunk as balls. He probably won't remember any of this. Getting up and saying goodnight, he yells for you one last time.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what I did wrong but I'm sorry. Is it Val? We aren't anything serious. I was too scared to tell you because you're so beautiful and I didn't want you to leave me. I love you" Vox looked down at his lap with a sullen expression. Heart hurting for the countless time today, you gave him a kiss on his screen and turned away with a smile

"Tell me when you're sober"

#vox #vox x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel vox x reader

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gardnhee · 3 months

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can we start over? - c.yj

✸ tw/content. intentional lowercase, cussing, angst(very little), fluff, use of baby (only like once or twice.), reader is slightly antisocial in the beginning, not really proofread

✸ exbsf!yj x afab!reader

✸ note. yj drabble cs i love him an unhealthy amount

✸ song rec. start over - jacquees

you stood in a corner like the awkward person that you are. away from all the chatter, laughter, yelling, and horny crowd. this is how you liked it, you indulged in your solitude.

the unbearably loud music rang in your ears, the fact that you were standing just a couple feet from the speakers didn’t help either.

you decided to drown the ringing by taking a sip of your cup, inhaling a sharp breath as the liquid cascaded down your throat.

“…who hired this dj? music’s unbearable…” you murmured as you frowned at the dj who stood a couple steps from you.

it was fairly boring for a while, the music slowly started to feel faint as the stuffy atmosphere began to push its way into your already tight space. you slightly squeeze the plastic cup in your hand, pressing your back against the wall.

you felt trapped.

deciding you’ve had enough of this, you walk away from the corner. as if you were popping a bubble; like a puppy opening its eyes for the first time, but instead of meeting with a fascinating world, you’re met with drunk shit heads who can’t dance, let alone walk in a straight line.

“where is she…” you huffed, looking for the coworker who invited you to this party, if you can even call it that. it’s more depressing than a fucking funeral.

pushing through everyone was a literal pain in the ass, the environment reeked of alcohol, and the air was incredibly thick. you were starting to regret even accepting the goddamn invitation.

go they said, it’ll be fun they said, “fun my ass.” you utter a small ‘tsk’ as a man twice your size bumps into you, not even having the common courtesy to apologize. god, this is horrible.

you somehow ended up in the kitchen. sighing in frustration, you rest yourself against the counter.

“i’m going to fucking kill-“ you started, but were rudely interrupted when someone walked into the kitchen.

your eyes slightly widened as you acknowledge the person. your ex best friend. fun.

he was whistling along to the horrendous noise these people call music, happiness basically oozing from his pores.

he turned his head to you, looking at you from head to toe in shock, shock which soon subsided and was replaced with an expression you can’t quite describe.

“oh.. hey.” yeonjun waved, mullet drenched in sweat as some loose hairs stuck to his forehead. he breathed heavily, his once joyful demeanor now engulfed in…uncomfortableness? melancholy? nostalgia? it’s been so long that you can’t tell anymore.

he slowly made his way to the fridge, giving you an awkward smile as you bite your inner cheek and look away.

it was silent for a while, you could feel his eyes burning holes into your face.

“yn?” he quietly said, arms crossed over the open fridge door. he looked at you, waiting for a response.

in all honesty, he didn’t expect one. at least not after ghosting you completely and then coming back a couple months later like nothing happened.

he scoffed and shook his head with a sad smile, sighing in disbelief. he was disappointed in himself.

yeonjun shut the fridge door and begun to lead himself out the kitchen, “yes?” you replied with urgency, you didn’t want him to leave. not again. not after losing him for months.

he chuckled, looking back at you. “you’re…not mad at me?” he asked, feet moving in your direction. he realized you aren’t so closed off anymore, you’re more…awake, as if you’ve come to terms with the gravity of things, and for that, he’s thankful. he can make things right now.

you grew nervous, a prominent lump built up in your throat, making it difficult for you to breathe. “i wouldn’t say i am - or was - mad, i guess i..“ you stopped yourself as yeonjun stumbled, falling onto you.

you tried backing up, but couldn’t. fucking counter…you thought, swallowing slowly as the smell of alcohol invaded your nostrils.

“yeonjun? yeonjun, you’re drunk.” you tried pushing him off, but he didn’t budge. instead, he laid his head on your shoulder, “not drunk, just… tipsy.” he blabbered.

it was silent for a couple seconds until you heard him sniffle. he was crying.

“wha…” he grabbed your waist, sobbing into your shoulder. “i’m so-“ he hiccuped, followed by a groan. “i’m sorry, yn, i’m sorry!” yeonjun cried, lifting his head in an attempt to look at you. you stood there, dumbfounded. heart hammering against your chest. he’s drunk. it was evident, yet he still denied it.

he peeked at you through his wet lashes, incoherent sounds slipping past his lips as he wiped his runny nose. “and you say you’re not drunk? look at you! why are you crying?!” you raised both brows in confusion, stroking his hair softly.

you’re supposed to be cussing him out for all the hurt he’s caused you, for leaving with absolutely no explanation, yet here you are, combing your cold fingers through his sweaty strands as he bawls into your shoulder. you’ve seen him like this more often than not; always manages to surprise you, though.

“i’m not drunk…. ‘m sorry” he hesitated, wiping the wetness from his eyes with the back of his hand. as you realize how close your bodies are, you nod, circling around him.

yeonjun turned, biting his lip. he wants to say something. you know he wants to say something, but he’s holding back and it’s making you anxious and impatient.

“would you maybe…want to leave?” you blink, all previous feelings of discomfort disappearing. “what’re you planning?” you question, crossing your arms as you sternly stare at him.

“maybe grab some drinks and then go to my place?” he smiled, which quickly disappeared when you displayed a doubting look. “i mean, i just want to talk to you…without all the noise…and the multitude of people.” your heart shattered, and you were sure your eyes softened, because his did too.

“fine.” yeonjun’s ears perk up, big smile on his face. “let’s go.” you nodded, grabbing his arm before he left the kitchen.

“i’m driving.”

“but-“ his eyebrows furrowed, “no buts, deny it all you want, we’re not risking it.” he sighed, defeat poking through the pout on his lips. he lowly hummed in agreement, walking out of the kitchen with you trailing close behind.

“home sweet home!” yeonjun exclaimed, arms flying in the air as the bag of soju dangled in his hand. “yeonjun, be quiet, it’s late.” you slowly grabbed his arm, taking the bag of soju away. “i shouldn’t have allowed you to drink on the way here.” you sighed, placing the bag on the counter and taking out the already opened box of soju.

he pouted, stumbling towards the little coffee table that sat in the middle of his living room. “bring some soju, please!” he slurred.

you grabbed the box, nestling it under your arm as you made your way towards drunk yeonjun.

you sat down, setting the box on the coffee table. “oh…i forgot to bring shot glasses.” you groaned, fixing to stand up when yeonjun stopped you.

“no, it’s okay. i’ll go get them.” he smiled, patting your hand.

“but-“

“it’s okay.” he shook his head, standing up and making his way to the kitchen.

in a matter of seconds, he was back, sitting in front of you with soju in hand, two shot glasses already set on the table.

yeonjun held the bottle from the bottom with one hand, and swirled it vigorously with the other. you watched him closely, how his hands wrapped around the bottle, you wonder how they’d feel on your face-

“yn?” you blinked, snapping back into reality. “yes? i’m sorry.” you gulped, noticing a full shot glass in front of you.

as you were about to reach for the glass, you stopped midway. sighing as you plopped your arm down on the table. yeonjun noticed this and raised a brow, “is everything…alright?” he asked, pouring soju into his glass.

“yes…and no.” you admitted, “i mean i just…i missed this, you know? spending time with you. i missed being here. i missed this apartment.” you paused, staring at yeonjun who was now looking down at his thighs.

“i missed you.” you leaned forward, arms now crossed on the table. yeonjun snapped his head up, quickly grabbing his glass and gulping the liquid down.

“ahhh…” he set the glass down, frowning as the liquid burned his throat. “i missed you too yn…” he smiled weakly, you realized he wasn’t in the right mind for all the sappy stuff right now, so you decided to change the subject.

“tell me, what have you been up to?” you smiled, grabbing your glass, tilting your head to the side as you swallow the drink.

“me? hm…not much….” yeonjun leaned forward, smile spread across his flushed cheeks.

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you lost track of time, it seemed. but you weren’t the only one. yeonjun, too, lost track of how many shots he took. not that it mattered, he was already drunk out of his mind to begin with. “baby…..” he slurred, reaching out to you as you gasped. baby?? are you serious??

“yeonjun what…” you decided to stop yourself, not even questioning anything that came out of his mouth.

after looking around for a minute, you groaned. there is so much to clean up.

an unfinished 20 pack of soju on the table; only 4 remaining, some snack wrappers thrown on the table, and a drunk yeonjun who can’t even utter a proper sentence.

“‘m s’sorry” he hiccuped, head lulling as he smiled like an idiot. his lips glistened under the dim light, most likely from all the constant licking and drinking he’s been doing.

“let me take you to your room so you can sleep.” he shook his head violently, backing up against the sofa behind him as you made your way to him.

“no!” he pouted, looking at you with tears brimming his eyes. “oh you’re such a child, come on let’s go!” yeonjun pushed your hand off his arm, whining.

you stopped and huffed, sitting down beside him in order to comfort him, “why are you crying?”

“i f…feel like shit” he cried, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. “why do you feel that way?” you knew this was just a drunk fit of his, but you had to at least hear him out.

“‘cuz i ruined my chance with the person i love” he sniffles, staring into your eyes with his teary ones. you blinked, wiping his tears with your thumbs. “and who may that be?” you question, stroking his shoulder in a comforting manner.

“you.” you inhale sharply, blinking in confusion. you shook your head, chuckling awkwardly, “you’re just drunk, come on.” yeonjun stopped protesting, defeated by his own tiredness.

you wrapped his arm over your shoulder, dragging him while leaning against the walls for support. “goddamnit, what have you been eating? you’re so heavy.” you strain, sighing in relief as your eyes find his bedroom door.

opening the door was one thing, laying him on the bed was another. you pant, his body weighing you down. as a result you slipped and fell.

on top of him.

jesus fuck.

you froze when he groaned. “i’m so sorry!” you scrambled to stand up, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you against him.

“sleep with me tonight, please.” yeonjun whispered, lazy smile spreading across his face. you shake your head, “yeonjun, you’re drunk. we can’t be doing this. you’re not in the right mind!” you faintly shake your head, “please?” he insisted.

you sighed, pressing your forehead against his chest. “fine. but i will be leaving first thing in the morning.” he chuckled, nodding. “if you want to get comfortable, my shirts are over there-“ he hiccuped. you nodded and patted his chest in understanding. “just sleep, okay?? i’ll be right back.” yeonjun hummed, closing his eyes.

you wake up groggy and disoriented, staring at the window as a ray of sunshine peeked through the curtain, making you squint and smile lazily.

you rub the sleep from your eyes and stretch, “good mor-“ you stop as you notice yeonjun isn’t in bed with you anymore. you look around the room once more, no sign of him.

a pang of worry and confusion washed over you. one would think it’s stupid considering the fact that you’re in his house, yet you can’t help but be alarmed.

what if he left you again?

‘oh that’s stupid, yn. pull yourself together.’ you shake your head and scoff, but the panic settles at the pit of your stomach nonetheless.

throwing the blanket to the side, you stand, yawning as you wobble towards the door.

“yn-“ yeonjun stops, doorknob in one hand and breakfast tray in the other. he eyed you as you stood there, eyes wide in confusion.

yeonjun blinked, “good morning?…” he lets out a breathy laugh, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him with his foot. “i made you breakfast.” you felt your heart squeeze at that. he smiled, walking over to the bed and signaling you to lay down.

and you did. you laid down, placing the warm blankets back on your body and smoothing them over in order to create a flat enough surface for the breakfast tray.

“thank you so much..” you gush as yeonjun placed the tray in front of you. he sat down, crossing his legs and smiling like a total idiot.

“you’ve been nothing but smiles since you walked in the room…did something happen?” you question, making yeonjun hang his head with an even bigger smile on his face. “you look so beautiful.” he mumbled, adjusting his position on the bed.

“what?” you looked up, cheek stuffed with food. he snorted, scooting forward and leaning towards you. “i said,” he wiped your lip with his thumb, eyes traveling to yours, holding them dearly. “you look so beautiful.” he chuckled at your expression, making his heart skip a beat.

“you’re making a mess, be careful, yeah?” you grab the tray, placing it to one side as you choke on your food. yeonjun stands with you, stroking your arms with his soft hands.

“hey, you alright?” you nodded, grabbing onto his shoulder for support. “it’s just…” you stopped, swallowing the lump in your throat. “you caught me off guard, that’s all.” yeonjun’s eyes softened, “i meant it.” he caressed your face as a warm smile tugged at his lips.

“why…why are you being so nice to me?” you stepped away from his hold, sitting back down on the soft bed. he sighed and flopped down beside you, staring at the curtains that blocked the sunlight.

“because i’m in love with you.” his eyes traveled from the window to you, “i’ve been in love with you.” you waver, eyes widening in confusion. “and i don’t want to mess up again.”

“so last night-“

“i remember.” yeonjun nodded, fidgeting with his thumbs as he bit his bottom lip. “i guess i was drunk enough to let that slip but not enough to forget.” he reasoned, gazing at you briefly before staring at his feet.

“it’s okay if you don’t want anything to do with me, i mean-“ you placed a hand on his, drawing circles on it with your thumb. “yeonjun, im in love with you too.” he stopped, shifting on the bed.

“what?…”

“im in love with you too.”

he stuttered, mouth opened for a few seconds before closing it again. you saw the glint in his his eyes before being pulled into a hug.

a long, warm, cozy hug.

a hug you’ve been craving for a while.

his hug.

you broke into tears, nuzzling your face into his shoulder. “oh god, yn, i’m deeply sorry. i’ve hurt you so much.” yeonjun ran his fingers through your hair, cooing softly.

you stained his shirt, but he didn’t care,“i missed you so much, you know? we stopped talking for so long. i thought i lost you for real…” you say between sobs, lightly punching his chest.

“i forgive you, dumbass.” he stayed quiet, you’re too nice. he didn’t deserve you, he didn’t deserve your forgiveness. yet you gave it. you gave something so precious to someone who doesn’t even deserve a single look from you.

yeonjun held your face in his hands, wiping your tears with his thumbs. he smiled, “how about this, you finish breakfast and then we can go wherever you want. i’ll explain myself. i’ll explain everything.” you nod slowly, grinning.

“there’s my yn, i missed you.” he quipped, earning himself a slap to his arm. he winced, rubbing the spot.

“is this a date then?” you question, grabbing another bite of your once forgotten food.

“hmmmmmmm” yeonjun tapped his chin, laughing as you whine. “yes dummy, it is.” he flicked your forehead lightly as you giggled.

you grab his arm, “let’s get ready then.” yeonjun didn’t budge as you tried dragging him along, “but the food…” you shook your head, “it’s gone cold, plus i know you’re somewhat hung over so let me treat you to food, hm?” you tapped his hand reassuringly.

“yn-“

“i’m not taking no for an answer.” he pursed his mouth, slowly nodding in defeat.

“perfect, where do you want to go?”

“how about…”

you both disagreed the entire way to the bathroom, laughing and giggling as jokes were thrown around between sentences.

you missed this.

you missed yeonjun.

he was willing to start over, and you were willing to let it happen.

💌: im sorry this is lwk ass, i hope you enjoyed regardless! please make sure to leave a like, comment, and reblog!! thank you 🫶

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cultofdixon · 9 months

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At least there’s no bears

Daryl Dixon • They/Them Pronouns • Usually Daryl can see where the traps lay…but then you got caught • ANGST/SFW • TW: Injuries / Blood Loss / Anxiety

Requested by: Anon

Daryl slowly sat up in his bed knowing he has the hunt today and that his partner will be joining him. Which meant he had to get ready and then drag their ass out of bed so they could get ready.

Once they both were ready, Y/N stretched their back out waiting for the archer who was currently informing the early bird Rick on their whereabouts for the morning.

“Hey, eat” Daryl startles them out of their thoughts as they tiredly take the protein bar handed to them and started to dig in while they walk to the gates.

It was a cold and nice morning for the two to go on foot for the entirety of the hunt. Even if Y/N does miss his bike to at least go a bit further out.

“You still waking up?”

“Meh.” They shrug adjusting the rifle on their back as they held onto the strap while looking around. “Why do we have to hunt early? Like. It’s what 5AM?”

“Have a watch to confirm that?” Daryl laughs a bit only to be hit with a pebble in the back of the head. As he quickly whips back, Y/N pretended like nothing happened only for him to playfully glare. “I’d be careful of any left behind traps. Don’t think there’s anything as serious as a bear trap but better to be aware”

“Why do people hunt bears? Some of them may be stupid, then others just want to steal your picnic baskets”

Daryl stopped once more only for Y/N to run right into him from not paying attention. He gave them a confused look.

“For someone who had a brother with only a few working brain cells. He didn’t watch cartoons? YOU didn’t watch cartoons?”

“Yogi bear”

“SEE YOU DID”

“Merle only watched cartoons or fights”

“Sounds very Merle coded” Y/N laughs a bit as they branched off a bit into a different direction to check out a bush with fruit on it.

The archer kept an eye on them for the most part, not like they would need the extra set of eyes since their first response in danger is to fight or find the closest hiding spot. They were also one of those adventure types from the old world and would almost always be outside so he knew that they knew about certain signs of danger and especially what’s poisonous or not.

“Those berries good?”

“Nah. But it could be good bait for small critters that can have it” Y/N plucked a handful as the two quickly turned to the sudden scurry that was too quick for a walker and Daryl went to follow.

When the tracks came up empty, Daryl was hit in the head again and turned to Y/N who had just caught up to him.

“What?”

“Did yea hit me with a berry?”

“No but thanks for the idea” Y/N laughs kneeling down to grab the acorn that fell, also grabbing the few acorn caps off the ground. “You ever wear these on your finger tips? As a kid?”

“And pretend your fingers were friends or some shit”

“That’s incredibly sad. If only I lived near the forest in Georgia then we would’ve been friends. Always find me in the trees”

“City kid?”

“Yeah but my sister always took me to the park to get outside and yknow, also not to hear bickering soon-to-be divorced parents” They laugh a bit as they took one of Daryl’s hands to put an acorn cap on one of his fingers before finding another bush in their peripheral to go investigate.

Daryl looks at the little acorn cap they put on his finger and thought it was cute of them, but before a smile could even grace his features. Fear shot right through him.

“son of a—-FUCK!” Y/N yells as their voice echoed through the forest followed by the thud of their body hitting the ground. They looked down to find the bear trap latched onto their left ankle. “Fuck fuck FUCK” they were too afraid to move and once Daryl finally came over.

The color in his face drained as he knelt down to assess what happened.

“You should’ve watched where you were going”

“Seriously?!” Y/N snaps at him for stating an annoying yet obvious response. Only for the sudden jerk to worsen the pain as they couldn’t look at their blood drain from their body or they might pass out. “Oh god”

“Jesus fuckin’ christ—-We gotta get this shit off yea without taking the foot”

“Oh”

“Oh?!” Daryl stops messing with it to lock eyes with Y/N a moment as neither exchanged a word. “What the fuck is happening right now?! Did I hurt yea further or—-“

“SOMEONE HAS TO BE THE CALM ONE”

“DEFINITELY DOESNT GOTTE BE YOU”

“SHUT YOUR MOUTH BEFORE THE WALKERS HEAR YOUR YELLING” Y/N snaps only for Daryl to cover their mouth waiting for the snap of twigs he heard to just be a critter and not what they had said a few seconds ago.

“I wish yea didn’t adapt your feelings to the situation when you’re the goddamn one that’s injured.”

“Freaking out to my full potential will only make me sob and the pain a whole lot worse” Y/N squeezed their eyes shut to fight back the tears as it was starting to get way worse. They carefully took their belt off even if it meant shifting, a wince, and Daryl flinching to the pain response. “Tourniquet”

“Smart. Very smart” Daryl takes the belt from them and got started applying such above their ankle before assessing what he should do next.

A lot of blood.

A lot of fucking blood.

It’s a 2hr window before they might lose it even with a tourniquet.

Y/N watches as Daryl thinks too loud in front of them. They were worrying about him even if they are the one bleeding less now. They clear their throat to get his attention as his expression instantly went to stress and worry thinking something worse was happening.

“Take the bear trap off, wrap the wound in your bandana, then carry me home so Denise can patch me up” their voice was shaky after silently crying a bit to themselves. Daryl did exactly what they said, a bit confused why they were so clear minded about it.

Next thing they knew, Daryl was carrying Y/N on his back all the way back to Alexandria.

“This shouldn’t have happened…”

“D, come on…”

“I knew this area had fuckin’ traps last time I was out. Should’ve taken them out before dragging you out here”

“You didn’t drag me out here” Y/N frowns. “And you would’ve gotten yourself caught in a bear trap. It just happens by accident”

“You shouldn’t have come…”

“I wanted to. You asked and I said yes…even if you didn’t I would’ve come out to find you if you’re didn’t leave a note like you usually do” They rest their head on his shoulder trying not to let the blood loss beat them with the exhaustion. “Shits unpredictable sometimes…”

“You’re too optimistic sometimes” Daryl sighs, listening to them hum in agreement as he felt their body shift against him. Making his anxiety pick up the pace to get to Alexandria.

It’s been a few hours and Y/N woke up exhausted but at least patched up and in the infirmary. They noticed they were alone but at least there was crutches to help them get around.

As they managed to get up and out of the building, Daryl was starting to head back to them carrying something when he noticed them on the crutches.

“You’re supposed to stay in the fuckin’ bed”

“Don’t tell me what to do” Y/N scoffs. “I wanna be in my bed. With you. Thank you very much” they were about to move past him when Daryl took their crutches leaving them still in a flamingo pose. “Daryl. Don’t be a dick”

“Let me set shit down inside and I’m carrying yea to bed. And ain’t taking no for an answer”

“Then can you hurry up? You or Denise or whoever took my jacket and I’m cold” Y/N frowns waiting for Daryl, watching him go inside the house leaving them out there longer than they had wanted.

But Daryl came back out in a little bit of a sprint with one of his sweaters, helping them get it on before picking them up bridal style and going toward the house.

“You gonna be nurse back to health?”

“Ain’t leavin’ yea that’s for sure”

“You’re sweet”

“You’d fall down the stairs if I left yea alone”

“I think I’m gonna take back calling you sweet” Y/N laughs resting their head on his shoulder as he pushes every door he had to open with his foot. Eventually getting to their room and setting them on the bed.

The archer carefully propped up their ankle using his pillow and covered them with his blanket. Y/N got comfortable watching Daryl move around the room moving a few things but then he left to grab something.

When he came back a moment later, Y/N had fallen asleep given their body was still wiped out and the drugs Denise gave them still floated around. Daryl set the glass of water on their nightstand along with fresh bandages for when they wake up so he could put new ones on. In the mean time, he moved to his side of the bed taking his boots off before bringing his whole self beside them.

Y/N opened their eyes a sec to see him beside them as they carefully moved their self close enough to bring their head on his shoulder. Daryl rests his head on top of theirs taking the time to finally relax.

“At least there wasn’t any bears”

“Shut up and go to sleep”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

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avatrice au fic recommendations:

i don't think there is a single avatrice au fic that i haven't read so here are some my favorites. i tried to find ones that weren't as popular, so hopefully there are couple here you haven't read.

I want to believe by puppybusby @yashastrongarms - x files au - basically 23k of avatrice flirting while being incredibly reckless with alien shit. unfortunately, it is only a one shot that doesn't delve into their relationship, but it is so worth it. and the tension. woof.

Truly a Steadfast Love by StoicLastStand - medieval au - they have a whole series of ficlets, but this is one of my favorites. there's a tournament to win ava's hand in marriage, ava goes undercover to fight for her freedom, but she ends up falling for the very knight who everybody wants to win. i also love their lucifer au, Greater Sacrifices.

a lover, or something of mine by Smokestarrules - reincarnation au - each chapter is a different life with a different story, and i promise you, if you have anything that even resembles a heart, you will cry. i keep going back and rereading chapter 4 because apparently i love to hurt myself. i also love the world is just illusion (trying to change you) by them, it's a road trip au.

i should love you (and i swear i do) by Noteveryonefitsintothebadbitchgenre - harry potter au (fuck jk rowling) - its that trope where they're married and they talk about each other constantly but nobody actually knows they're married. their students all think that professor silva and professor young have a friendly rivalry, but there are a couple of moments that don't add up.

purple by sxftmelody - hitman au - technically, but really it's just sad, i always cry at the end. beatrice helps ava run away after a job, and slowly they open themselves up and start to fall in love. tw: major character death. also love turning page by the same author, mercenary/princess au.

in our corner of the world by definitelynotthere - roommate au - i know, i know, there's a thousand roommate aus, why would i recommend a fic that isn't even finished and will probably never get finished? i don't know, i just really love this one, and if you're like me, you'll go "ooh, two cakes" and read it anyway.

The last hero of Ogygia by jessnope - percy jackson au - specifically calypso au, ava is calypso and beatrice is the flirty hunter that washed up on her shore. it's super cute.

stay there, 'cause i'll be coming over (while our blood's still young) by britishngay - spiderman au - ava's character voice is actually designed to be spiderman, and bea is the perfect doctor lady that patches spidey up when she gets hurt. plus beatrice telling lilith to "shut up and sit down" will never not be iconic.

sunday people (sunday shines for you) by gilligankane @piratekane - another roommates au - jealous ava is back again and out for blood, specifically jenn-with-two-ns blood.

this is my prayer (I'm in love with you) by nyxtyka - my best friend's wedding/spies au - i'll be honest, this fic went to my marked for laters to die. i don't know if it'll ever be finished, but it is one of my favorite aus, i promise it'll be worth the pain.

spellbound by onomofication - witch au - beatrice is the witch in the woods that ava goes to to finally find a way to explore the world like she has always wanted to. but as she gets to know the surprisingly kind, serious, kinda-sorta witch, she discovers that maybe the world was smaller than she had once imagined. i also love another fic by this author, hit me with you best shot, which is basically a cupid au, where ava runs around trying to stop jc, a cupid, from shooting the love of her life, beatrice.

the celestial glow is blinding by understreetlights - firewatch au - did i think ava and beatrice sitting around, looking at trees, and falling love with each other through walkie talkies was going to be interesting? no, but the world loves to prove me wrong.

too cold, it's withdrawal by KatieQgle - captain america au - give this one a chance, even if you don't like marvel. beatrice is hot as fuck as bucky and honestly the winter soldier plot line needed a little sapphic yearning. come on, avatrice in the army in the 1940s, being badass and fighting nazis together? who wouldn't love that?

i have a ton more, reach out if you want them!

#is it clear that i love 15k one shots?#i'm sorry for all the unfinished ones they're just too good #and hey maybe you can manifest them updating #just don't harass the writers #fic writers are like cats stuck under a building #you have to lure them out with gentle words and treats #warrior nun #avatrice #warrior nun fanfic #avatrice fanfic #avatrice fanfiction #avatrice fic #avatrice au #also i'm sorry if i didn't tag everybody on tumblr i just suck at tumblr sometimes #some accounts i just couldn't find #if there's an account that i forgot to tag please let me know

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Super awesome and cool theory that’s totally original

// TW: Sacrifice/ Mention of Su!cide ( kinda ) //

I’ve seen this been talked about before, but I love the theory so here I am to go over it :p

So if you don’t know the theory, it basically is that either Leo thought the light was a portal to the afterlife or that he thought he was hallucinating.

Now this theory works because 1; Leo has no absolute idea that Mikey can open a portal like this, or thinking he wasn’t capable. 2; I would assume in this situation he thought no one could save him and that it was time for him to go, accepting his fate easily. We see him reaching out to the portal; a lot of times; portals of light are represented as the gateway to the afterlife; hence Leo reaching out. Leo is obviously fucked up in this act; so it would make since that he would easily just be like “ okay time to join gram gram” and shit idk.

// take this scene for example; I think this is when he realizes his fate, and accepts it after //

And now for the hallucination . now yeah, Leo got the shit beat out of him, probably giving him a lot of ( brain ) damage. In this situation he probably would think it was a hallucination, I mean, how could he know Mikey could make a portal so easily with no practice? I think this theory can also make since, but hey, it’s just a theory. ( Matpat moment )

Like I see what the writers were going for, but without any practice-? And in such a situation of grief and sadness it must be pretty hard to focus. And what a coincidence he was able to make the portal right after Leo committed suic- I MEAN.. sacrificed himself. Obviously

Anyways off point; both of this theories are incredibly thought-through and believable.

I hope you enjoyed my silly little rant! Feel free to ask me to do more rants :3

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #rise season 3 #tmnt #rottmnt #tcest dni #save rottmnt #rise leo #rise mikey #rise michelangelo #rise krang #prison dimension #WOWWIE #rottmnt theory #rottmnt movie #rottmnt the movie

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you keep me without chains | em.

this is a re-post of a ramble fic of me processing some stuff i've been through and am struggling with in my own healing. if you're familiar with my 'bad at feelings' series, it's in a similar vein of writing except eddie is incredibly soft and sweet to reader who is going through her own stuff. eddie sucks here, i don't think it's a correct characterization of him but it's just me using him as a placeholder.

originally, i didn't want to put this story in the tags because it's sad and explores the mindset of someone in a non-physically abusive relationship. however, since it is DV awareness month, i wanted to make sure to express that if there are people reading this who are struggling that they aren't alone and there are people there that understand and support them. and also that if there are younger readers reading (still eighteen plus!) who aren't sure if they are in an abusive relationship they are maybe able to get some context via fiction. my inbox is always open. DV Hotline US: 800-799-7233 DV Hotline UK: 0808 2000 247 tw: 18+ mindors dni, references to emotional and psychological abuse, minor threats of physical violence.

he left this morning with a kiss on your cheek and your lips, a nuzzle against your temple when you gave him two thermos's, one with hot black coffee and the other with the beef stew you made last night. hot hot hot. the way he likes it.

you made bread, so crisp on the outside, pillowy soft on the inside. he groaned when he popped it in his mouth at the dinner table, soaked in broth and butter. you warmed some in the oven when you put his lunch together, wrapping it in foil to trap the heat -- maybe it'll keep until his lunch hour. he might eat it all before his lunch hour. he never eats breakfast really.

you clean the counters and do the laundry while he's away. no kids to take care of, not yet at least. you mend his spare coveralls, treating the grease and oils stains, resewing his name tag stiched in red thread. you shine your mary janes and stilettos, shine his doc's just to be nice. you fix his patches on his vest from the last show he went to. you clean the stubble out of the sink in the bathroom.

he has the car so there's nowhere to go.

you shower, you do your hair, put make up on, go through the motions while he's not home. he hates to wait for you to do it but you hate looking tired when you're out and about. better to do it when he's busy doing something else.

next door neighbor is heading to the library, knocks on your door to see if you wanna come with. she just wants you to get out of the house for once, stop playing wife to a man who hasn't married you yet.

you hesistate, wanting to be home in time to make dinner, but you can't imagine the library taking too long so you go. she looks at you with a strained pity that you can't stand. he doesn't hit you, so why does she even look at you like that? he'd never do that. he just got back from all that shit with a few screws loose. he never knows what he means when he says it.

he's always sorry. y'know? he's always sorry. sorta.

doesn't hit you but you know how the day will go by the way he says good morning. by the way he wakes up with you -- or without you. know how the night will go by the way he breathes when he comes in through the storm door. by the cadence of his steps on the metal stairs. by the way the van pulls in.

sometimes things break and that's fine cause he just replaces them. he knows he shouldn't have thrown it, he knows he shouldn't have tossed it, he knows. he knows. that's why he gets it the very next day. new plates, new house phone, new coffee pot, new records, new casettes, new picture frames, new flower pots. he doesn't throw them at you. he's only punched the wall twice. he slams his head against it all the time. cause he knows he's not good. he knows. you go to the library and check out some books, laugh at your neighbors jokes, tell her about your weekend in the city visiting his friends. he held your hand in front of everyone and pulled you onto his lap, he joked with you and you laughed the whole time. you went to see a band play that you'd never heard of and he got you a t-shirt and the next morning you all went out for hot chocolate and breakfast and he kissed the whipped cream off your lips and ran his thumb over your engagement ring over and over. he never stopped calling you baby. so charming. so perfect. you don't know what you did to earn it, but you've been chasing it ever since. modeling that week's behavior into this one. tip toes through the tulips of the trailer. jagged. shell like.

you get home from the library and lunch, she even stops with you when you mention you have to go to the grocery store. out of eggs for meatloaf, needed some canned string beans for one of the sides.

it's the best dinner you've made in a while and the mashed potatoes are double whipped and extra buttery because he can never get enough of them. you know that it's little things like that. you love the smile he gets when you tell him you do some things just for him, so blushy and boyish.

'that's so nice, baby,' he gushes, 'thinkin'a me.' and god he gushes. cries when he can't contain it. saw you in a new dress and wiped his eyes. new hair cut sent him into orbit.

so pretty.

you're so beautiful, i don't deserve you.

you're gorgeous i -- i can't even like, think.

presents on your birthday. handwritten notes with tear drops washing over the ink in a wave, blurry letters blue and black, black and blue. he'd never hit you. too in love. too bursting with affection when he looks at you. too nervous when you look at him when he takes you out. when he plays a show. when he sees you get dressed into your pjs at night. you're so good to me. especially when you hold him through those nightmares. when you calm his anxiety, those deep breath panic attacks. the ones that the meds miss when he misses them. you're patient through the mood swings and he always says thank you. he always says it -- you're the only one that understands him. that sees him. sometimes you don't get it. that's what he says at least. you don't get it and that makes him upset. but you're not sure what there is to get. and you try not to get sad about it -- 'bout anything really 'cause you're not the one who got a few screws knocked loose. nothing bad like that happened to you. i mean, sure, maybe some bad things happened to you but not like the way bad things happened to him, right? you wouldn't get it. but he gets you, he tells you all the time. he gets you so well. symbiotic. the only person who knows you, the only person whose been in your skin -- right? at least that's what he says, and he's said it so long you can't help but believe it.

your eyes fall on the newly vased roses he bought you two days ago from the florist near the shop. bright red petals opened and fat, contrasting against the pea green of the walls. you smile at them while you pour gravy over each plate, extra on his mashed potatoes. he kissed you this morning, he was almost late leaving the house -- couldn't stop kissing you. couldn't stop looking at you with those brown eyes, sparkling with a mischief saved for tonight.

the van rolls in as you set the table, still in your outfit from earlier, the books you checked out on the counter need the flowers. the storm door opens off kilter, your throat constricts. you know by the way he doesn't say anything when he comes in the house. work boots kicked off with loud thumps. his jacket swishing with a thwap when he throws it with a grunt to the ground. something bad must've happened at work. 'hey honey,' you say quietly, 'got dinner for you.'

you know better, watching him turn the corner into the dinette, looking down at you from where he stands and you sit. you hold a mug full of orange juice on the table, fingers tapping on it silently while he holds his gaze. 'you goin' somewhere, dressed up like that?' he asks, there's nothing behind those sparkling eyes now. dulled out to hollow brown.

'no,' you shrug, you know how to coreograph your responses now -- still stepping on his toes sometimes, 'went to the library with gina, she just wanted a friend for some errands.'

'you know gina doesn't like me,' he nods, walking to the fridge to grab a beer, 'she doesn't like us together. she hates me.'

'she doesn't hate you, ed,' you assure, voice still calm, mediating, 'no one hates you.'

'your folks hate me, your sister hates me,' he nods, curls bouncing while he takes a swig, like it's normal conversation. so steady, 'you think they like that i got you ever here in this trailer park?'

'my parents don't ha--'

'they do.' and that's final. you don't argue. and he's right. your parents don't like him and that's why you don't call anymore, and they stopped calling you too. so did all your friends from back home.

'so what'd gina tell you about me today, then?' he presses.

'nothin'," you shrug, 'we didn't talk about you.'

'of course not,' he laughs but it's one that sends a chill under your skin, a laugh to not seem so mean when you know he's about to be, 'she was prob'ly tryna set you up with someone. that's why you got all dressed up right? anything to look good for other guys out there.'

's'cuse me?' 'you heard me,' he nods, voice still steady like nothing's wrong, 'that's why you wore all those tight jeans in the city last weekend, right? those dresses? tryna show off to harrington and the guys. don't act like i didn't notice.'

'what are you talking about? why didn't you say anything when we were there?' you heart rate quickens, you try not to get mad.

'i shouldn't have to. but that's how you are, y'know?' he shrugs, another swig, another chuckle, 'makin' dinner and everything, you must've been out there makin' eyes at everyone if you made my favorite.'

'i wasn't doing that,' you urge, voice raising, tears threatening to pool, 'i just made it cause you like it, cause it makes you happy.'

'so you just do anything to make sure i don't get mad? do you even know why you do stuff like this for me?' he asks.

'what are you even saying?' your voice raises again, a mild yell. you're frazzled now, heart racing, head already scrambled.

'don't yell, what're you -- fuck babe, see! this is why gina doesn't like me,' he grits through his teeth, 'cause you're always making a scene over nothing. you're over fuckin' reacting.'

'i --' your voice catches in your throat, quieting, 'i'm sorry? i'm sorry.'

'd'you even know what you're sorry for?' he nearly sneers, 'always sayin' your sorry over nothing. y'know somethin' babe, sorry loses it's meaning when you're sayin' it all the time. it doesn't mean anything from you anymore.'

you nod, losing your resilience, too confused about how quickly you got here -- and he's right. you're always apologizing but half the time you don't even know what you're apologizing for. just that you feel like you need to be sorry. like you need to say sorry.

he holds that stare on you like he's waiting for you to speak again. daring you to say something. you stare down at the wood grain of the table, blank and empty -- numb, even. the mug between your hands is warm from how hard you were gripping the ceramic to keep you grounded.

's'what i thought,' he nods, voice a low rumble while he makes his way to the bathroom.

he'd never hit you.

the slam of the bathroom door makes you flinch.

sometimes you wish he would. maybe it would hurt less than this. at least that physical pain fades, right? at least it wasn't the same dull ache on a bruise that won't go away. are you hemmorhaging? do you just not feel it yet? will it be too late when you do?

he slides into bed with you at night after spending the rest of the evening out back with the other couples and families that were smoking ribs, having a little fire out in the brush. he smells like cigarettes. you could hear his grizzly laugh through the windows while you laid in the dark of your bedroom. too tired after the way he spoke to you to do anything else. everyone's favorite mechanic loverboy in the park.

you feel his fingertips on your shoulder, one of them gliding down the slope of your arm. he presses his lips to your shoulder blade, your eyes shut -- blearing with tears from that dull ache.

'dinner was really good, baby,' he says softly, a whisper.

you try to get out a thank you but it becomes a choke, a sniffle, a gasp. then a cry and then a harder one, remembering how he rolled his eyes at you two weeks ago when you cried after he threw out the love letter you wrote him for your four year anniversary because 'you didn't mean any of that shit anyway'.

he sits up, shushing you softly while his hand smooths over your bicep.

'what is it, sweetheart?' he asks, 'are you mad at me?'

you shake your head no. looking up at him, lying flat on your back. he looks so handsome in the moonlight, concerned eyes and tilted head peering down at you. 'n-no, ed. m'not mad at y-you,' you push out, head still scrambled. you feel guilty about last weekend, about going out today. what if guys really were looking? you know you weren't looking at them but what if they got the wrong idea? gina doesn't know what she's talking about, she's always hated ed. ever since they were kids.

'you just havin' one of your moments?' he asks, soothing voice, 'yeah?' one of your moments. always just one of your moments. couldn't be him, you're just -- maybe you're over thinking it.

'yeah,' you nod, 'm'sorry i went out with gina, baby i -- she didn't say anything bad about you.'

'it's okay,' he smiles, 'm'not mad at you. never mad at my girl.'

'no?' you ask, swallowing hard -- your heart leaps. he's not mad. maybe he just had a rough day.

'no doll, m'never mad at you. you always think i'm mad at you,' he says, thumb brushing away the tears that threatened to roll down the sides of your face to your hair line, 'you need me to kiss it better?'

another sob rips through you, nodding, because you do. you need it. and you sort of hate that you need it. you hate yourself for needing it. but he kisses you and it does feel better. he knows how to kiss you just right, he always has. he knows just where to put his hands. just how to pull away and brush his nose against yours. how to kiss your forehead between affirmations. smooth and understanding, like a movie scene. his kisses are his apologies. his sorry. you accept it every time.

because he doesn't hit you and he never would. in the morning, when the bathroom door slams so hard the walls vibrate, you flinch.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson angst #dark!eddie munson #dark eddie munson #stranger things au #stranger things angst #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfiction

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ludwigplayingthetrombone · 2 years

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OFMD Fix-it Part 2

Ayyy here’s part 2! Thank you so much for the incredible response to part 1! I read the tags and comments often y’all are too nice ;v; Enjoy all 69 pages! tw for blood and injury

Part one

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Wee john: Fuck yeah! Roach: We took over Blackbeard’s ship!! Frenchie: Oh no! You dastardly pirates are too scary for me! I surrender!!

Stede: All good everyone! Crew: IS IT?? Stede: [gasp] Did you guys take back the ship?? Ed: You’re shitting me Stede: Excellent job, everyone!

Ed: Hey! Stede: Oh, sorry! I look forward to hearing about it! Ed: Please don’t crack your face again Buttons: Were yee crying? Both: WHAT?! No! Ed: I physically cant cry Stede: Why so you keep asking that? Crew: Captain! Stede: WAIT I’m not discouraging this energy, but please be careful of-

Ivan: What do you want us to do with Izzy, captain? Frenchie: OH FUCK THE KNIFE! Swede: PULL IT OUT! Roach and jim: NO!! [schluck] Pete: FUCK PUT IT BACK IN!! Roach and jim: NO!! Ed: Why disturb him? Sleeping so peacefully. I’ll deal with him later [schluck]

Pete: Where’s lucius? Stede: Yes, we’re missing lucius. Ed! Is the boy below deck? Pete: Did something happen? Frenchie: Oh yeah almost forgot! [knocking on the deck] Stede: What’s this, frenchie? Ed: Lucius is dea-

Lucius: OH THANK GOD! I was going mad in that wa-

Pete: Where have you been? Stede: Lucius! Good to see you, my boy! wee john: Cap’n... Lucius: I was hiding in a secret wall I’d found. Frenchie thought I was a ghost for about a week. Luckily the ship was a barnacled mess Frenchie: Still not convinced if I’m bein’ honest. Couldnt believe you’d survived, Stede: Survived? Pete: Why would you be a ghost, babe? Lucius: Because Blackbeard threw me overboard

Ed: A momentary laspe of judgement Olu: Oh shit

Stede: [knocks] Ed? [door unlocks]

Ed: Ship’s yours again. I can be gone- Stede: you’re leaving? Ed: I nearly killed lucius. Aren’t you upset? Stede: Absolutely livid, but you didnt succeed, thankfully! The atmosphere is tense, things are a little unclear, but they’re open to speaking. I’ve forgiven them for planning to kill me! Blows over quite fast, I’m sure- Ed: I’m a terrible person, stede. You don’t even-

Ed: Crew needed me. Wanted to help me. And I chose Blackbeard. All ‘cuz Izzy opened his FUCKING mouth ‘n backed me into a corner! Lucius would see right through it. I didn’t know what else to d- [flinch] Stede: It’s ok

Stede: Blackbeard is how you’ve been surviving. I understand that now. The only reason you were put in that position was because of my poor decisions. I promise I’ll be here no matter what to help us all get through this. Ed: Pull up the chair, I want my knife back Stede: Oh good finally...

Ed: So a big cat, a carriage accident, and a dropped piano? All at once? Fuckin’ hell, mate, you let ‘em have it. Though, I’d go as far to say the cat was too much. Stede: Whaaat? How could you say that about Ned? He did great. Ed: Just BITTER I wasnt there to see it

Stede: I’m sorry you had to do this again. I know you’re still angry...Ed: Wasn’t about being angry... not at first at least. Just felt.... sad. Really fucking sad, Stede. Didn’t know what to do without you here. None of us did. Felt... Like I just wanted to lay down and die Stede: I...I didnt think my absence would be felt this deeply

Ed: Oh shut- You’re not serious Stede: No, I’m serious. Mary and the kids were much happier when we were planning my departure fuckery. I genuinely can’t think of a time where someone missed my presence

Ed: Well fuck everyone else. Was the crew pissed when you said why you left? Stede: Very much so Ed: Then they missed you, cheers [mumble] I sure as fuck missed you Stede: You did? Sorry, Impulse. Ed: Lean up a bit Stede: I hop I can earn your trust back one day

Ed: Well, knowing about that Chauncey fuck makes me less pissed at you. Least you didn’t ditch me ‘cuz you didn’t want me around anymore. Stede: Oh no, I’ve liked you since the day we met. Ed: You did look hot bleedin’ out on the deck of that spanish ship. Stede: I’m choosing not to unpack that at this moment. Ed: All done up you go! [loud closed-mouthed scream] [ed repressing laughter] You good? Guts still in? Stede: [strained]I think so Ed: Lean on me til it passes

Thanks, did you sew me up the first time? Ed: Nah, that was fang Stede: That fang, beautiful work Ed: Go lay down. I gotta clean up your blood Stede: Again, sorry

Ed: If you apologize one more time for being stabbed, I’ll stab you again Stede: But it led to so much character development last ti- I’ll leave you to it then

Stede: Ah, is this my-? What’s it doing under th-

Stede: Forget I- Ed: No, that’s- I mean, it is yours... It doesnt even smell like y- JUST PUT IT ON

S: May I ask you-? E: shoot S: Why did you let me board the ship? E: I was tired of izzy nagging to blast you with the cannons. Kept talkin’ in my ear about you ‘n it just made me angrier and angrier. Got me so amped up to just fucking kill you the moment I saw you again. Thought I'd just be furious, but I felt... giddy? /hated/ that my chest was pounding, that just made me angrier

E: Then you show up with your tits out looking handsome as shit. S: hmmm [olu: One last thing, captain Stede: What is it, olu- RIP] E: I thought of it too. Leaving. Thought I’d get ahead before I disappointed you. Wasn’t itching for adventure, I knew I was in too deep with you S: I always thought I was disappointing /you/. I’m not the most exciting person E: Me?

E: Stede, you’re the boldest bugger i’ve ever met. Ever since i’ve known about you, you’ve made the most batshit ballsy moves. You took those English hostage, you swindled iz to get them back. you told blackbeard to go suck eggs in hell You stood up to the weird twins, to the English navy, to those richies at that party, to izzy, to jack, to ME. You’re the coolest, kindest person I know, Stede. I’m nuts about you. S: … guess I've never seen myself from that perspective E: If anyone else told me that story, i’d have them tied to the anchor for such a bullshit lie, but it’s you, so i believe it. Its as ridiculous as you are.

E: do you think I’ve ever gotten this upset over some quick drunk fuck parting ways? Only you.

S: Why only me, though?

E: You’re the only person that makes me feel… safe? Like I don’t have to be blackbeard 24/7. Most of my old mates were just dickheads who showed up when they wanted something the buggered off

Dont’ gotta worry about you stabbin’ me in my sleep cause i pissed you off. You don’t laugh when I talk about a fine fabric or a pretty looking teacup. I’ve told you things I thought I’d take to my grave because anyone else would throw it back in my face... But not you. I like your fire hazard, secret passage ship, your crew, when you talk about clothes ‘n book ‘n flowers. You don’t act like anyone else but you... And I envy that

Ed: Because it’s you

Stede: No one’s ever thought that about me... I’m sorry. Hah, I feel a bit dizzy. Ed: Hey, hey, what’s wrong? Lay down if you need [stede crying] Stede?

Stede: You’re the first person who doesnt think I’m a burden. My father, Mary, peers- My whole life- That I was selfish for being born [crying] Ed: Again, Stede, Feck ‘em

Stede: Meeting you was the best day of my life. I was so relieved when you- on the beach- Yuo looked so happy, and I destroyed that Ed: shhh

ed: It’ll be ok

Ed: Look at me. You came back

Ed: And that made Ed happ- IZ: EDWARD, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! [IZZY YELLING]

Ed:[calm] I’m sorry, Will you excuse me for one moment? Stede: Feel free! Ed: Thank-you [Izzy still yelling] [door slam] rapid steps]

[clattering above] [Izzy screaming] [crew cheering] foot falls approaching]

Ed: Now, where were we? Stede: ....Actually I do wanna know Ed: Let’s say, Bit too tied up to bother us again

[stede huffs a laugh] Ed: You look exhausted, you should rest. Pincushion gets the mattress Stede: oh no, I couldn’t. where are you sleeping? Ed: Perfectly comfortable desk right here. [pained moan] Stede: Right... Ed: Night, Stede

ed: I’ll steal a couch soon. ‘M too old to sleep on desks now Stede: I have no qualms [ed sighs]

Ed: Hey, stede Stede: Mm Ed: Can we.... Can we just forget about the beach and start over?

Stede: I don’t think I can this time, Ed. Ed: Slightly concerned you can forget me almost killing you but not a kiss Stede: I’ve decided to be done with running away from my problems and pretending they never happened. But beyond that, My whole world shifted with that kiss. I can’t ever forget that. The memory alone kept me rowing to get to you again

Stede: We’ve hurt eachother, but I’m more than willing to put in the work to mend it... Which is something I never did with mary. Ed: I wont stab you in the earhole by the way. Got mine out of he way. Stede: Only fair! We’re even now. Ed: But mine was funny [swat] [giggle]

Ed: Last thing, then you can sleep off the stab wound Stede: Oh good... Ed: If Blackbeard was gone for good, would you stay? Lotta folks want the novelty y’ know. ‘S been gnashing at the back of my skull. Stede: I met Ed first not Blackbeard

Stede: ‘M staying forever now. Best friends at first sight. From my point of view at least

Ed:...Olivia... How ya doin’, Iz? Iz: Are you fucking joking? Just tell me what’s going on

Ed: Stede won. Crew took the ship back. I’m staying. Oh and lucius is alive, as you saw. Kid said the ship was so mucked up, he was able to hang on to sneak onto the ship. Thought you handled that way back when? Iz: that fookin- Ed: So i’m giving you a choice.

Iz: Just cut my foot off at this point anything but this. Ed: why can’t you ever just relax, izzy? It doesnt have to go this way, yet you stomp your feet Every. Single. Time. How many years have we known eachother; do you even like my company? Iz: How could you even say that to me? I’ve given my life to you time and time again. And You’re going to let some tart waltz back in and uproot everything we built. Ed: Built what? We’re fucking pirates, mate!

Powertrip’s over. This is it. It was a good ride. Fang: Lucius! You’re missing this shit!! Ed: You may love waiting to end up like... another leather clad, middle aged sad sack dying alone in a puddle of his own piss, but you’re not dragging me there with you. So make a choice Iz: You’d really let me walk? Ed: Truthfully, i’d prefer you play nice and enjoy yourself for once. but I’ll give you three options.

Ed: Old way is gone. Either one, accept that and keep it pushin’. Two, I would just let you fuck off, but you’ve proven to be a liability out of my sight, so i’ll have fang cut your talk box, so you never speak stede’s name ever again THEN you can fuck off. And three, more of a clause to one,

Ed: If you go rogue, I’ll make you beg for hell. Threaten anyone on this ship again, You’ll never feel the warmth of the sun ever again

Ed: I’ll let you down if you behave

Iz: [despair sigh] just leave me up here a while longer. ‘S quiet for once. Ed: well alright, take some time to process. let fang know when you gotta piss Lucius: Bad morning? Iz: Yeah, keep staring, twat Lucius: That sounded threatening, right fang? Fang: He’s not above pissin’ on you, kid

Ed: [muffled] breakfast? [smack] Didn’t remember blackbeard snuck into your bed? Stede: No, I remember. Had to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating again. Also, once again, you’ve processed this very quickly

Ed: Were yee seein’ phantoms? Stede: No more guilt phantoms thank goodness. Was getting sick of those buggers. Ed: Love a good phantom. You seem less tightly wound. Glad you’re phantom free

Stede: Took awhile to realize, but This is where I belong. Ed: No fucking shit

Ed: Speaking of, Y’ know, I’ve thought on it, and I’ve decided I’m tired of being angry and sad and lonely. Fucking sick of it. Already stabbed you, no sense in wasting time acting mad when I know what I want S: And what is that? E: Wanna be liked and kissed and happy.

Stede: Perfectly reasonable things to- Ed: I also want to be co-captains with the gentleman pirate. [choke] I’m lying in your bed with you, stede. Who do you think’ll be kissing me? The swede? Stede: I didn’t want to PRESUME. Is this a new job role for co-captains? Ed: Is now! ‘S why I promoted you. But you’re still on thin fucking ice. Stede: Poor jim. Promoted in less than a day. Ed: Don’t actually tell jim. They’re super pissed at me Stede: oH Ed: Now, onto couch theft, I’m thinkin’-

Stede: You’ve got some- Ed: I get it? Stede: Not quite, just- Oh- fuck it

Ed: Dastardly man. Diabolical. Definitely not gentlemenly

Ed: Fuckin’ missed you!

End

#gentlebeard #blackbonnet #our flag means death #ofmd #my art

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medusas-graveyard · 11 months

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Unhealthy Obsession.

Okay wait actually, remembering how it took a while for Pariah Dark to get sealed off just means that they were some bending in his sworn oath, right?

Okay another angst prompt, consider; softly insane! Danny.

(Tw: Dark!Danny, morally ambiguous? No one's having a great time tbh but like it's poetically soft imo. Also our boy's officially lost it :∆ his words are cryptic.)

Final warning: This is depressingly sad for Danny's part, sure. But he's also unjustified so I'll classify this as [Dead Dove: Do not eat]

Danny's adopted by the Waynes just like, a bit little short time before his coronation (also he's around 16-18 years old because I'm dragging the desperate for validation because he never felt seen unless someone praises him trope). At that time span he's this very rarely seen brother that's absolutely trying his best between juggling his very impromptu 'how to be a proper monarch' lessons (read: the ancients drilling manors, rules, oaths, etc to his poor head because they don't want a repeat Pariah Dark) and being a present family members because he genuinely loves them. (They know about the vigilante stuff and the Waynes understandably backed away from convincing him, seeing how Danny already has shit ton on his plate.)

Until one day something big happens that almost ended the world, and Bruce dies. It was just him and his dad there, with no other bird or bat in sight. No one knew yet— no one needs to know. Kronos' carefully crafted human, no— prince finally shatters after all the pressure, and all he thinks is how unfair the world has been to him.

It's a very, very slow descent to insanity, what he had been through.

He lost so much, he won't lose anything again. And amidst the eerie scenery of a prince cradling the body of his father, was the sight of himself stitching him back together— giving him a new life. He whispered apologies after apologies to the unconscious man; and for a second Kronos would've pitied him.

Except he didn't. He knew he can't.

After all the chaos they finally had each other again, and Danny stood contently as he watched Alfred personally tend to his family's wounds, big or small. He also watched as his family bicker with each other after all they've been through, and realized something; all of this will die.

Alfred, Bruce, his brothers, Cass and Steph— they're all painfully mortal. He'll outlive his family, and in the end he'll be alone. He doesn't want to be left alone.

And what is to do when you realize your family is painfully, awfully mortal?

...you either curse them with immortality, or place a generational curse on them so you'll all meet in every life, of course! (Oh, did I mention about cursing your family so they'll all get reincarnated everytime they die to make them find each other by everytime?)

... except these curses are incredibly forbidden, because they go against the nature of life and death.

Which leads to the sight of Danny being cuffed from his neck, his arms, his wrists, and his legs. His expression is deadly calm, he smiles softly contrast to the Waynes that are watching in horror. He watches as his family's face contorts to something unreadable when his captors reads over his charges, and he couldn't bring himself to feel remorse.

"By the name of the Infinite realms, Prince Phantom is sentence to imprisonment, for the charges of tempering with the cycle of life and breaking the Royal oath."

"He will be serving until the day of his coronation by the terms of the infinite realms, under the watchful gaze of the ghost of time. The guilty may be there farewells before they are sent to their sentence."

Danny smiles at them; soft but undeniably cruel. He bows at them, like how he would bow on days where his father would teach him how to ballroom dance.

"this is not a goodbye, it is merely a see you later." He starts, voice full of merit. "May we meet again, and may the circumstances of our next meeting a better one."

His smile turns sharper then, the contrast between it and his soft eyes sends an unpleasant shiver. "For our destiny are tied, and our Fates will overlap with each other."

"You cannot change our destiny. For the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb, and our bond has tied us together."

"None of you will run from me— none of you can run from me."

"Because I will chase you down and hunt you until our family is complete."

#danny phantom #dp x dc #batfam #danny fenton #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #dpxdc prompts #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #not betaed we die like literally everyone #your boy officially lost it wooooo #this one will actually make me cry if it flops hyd

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icannotgetoverbirds · 2 years

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pro tip -

got anon hate? don't want to respond because that's just giving them the attention they don't deserve? can't let it go for whatever reason? here's what ur gonna do:

find some friends that are on a different platform. messaging works best. send them a screenshot of the anon with a caption telling them that it just arrived in ur inbox.

then? roast the shit out of the anon. get ur friends in on it. v therapeutic, and the anon can sit and simmer wondering when ur gonna answer them. the answer is never (unless ur one of those people that's good at that kind of thing and can handle it - feel free to go for it, this is for people who don't have minds of steel lol).

go and be free

#wish i'd screenshotted the hate anon that inspired this post #would LOVE to roast the shit out of them lmao #anon hate #calling me an ableist slur and using one of my diagnoses as an insult is actually low-key hysterical #like yes??? i been knew???#what do they think they're going to accomplish lmao #tbh it used to make me sad that people would be hateful online #but now it's just funny #like. you have a world of information and social interaction at your fingertips #you could do some truly wild shit #and of all the things you could do #you choose to spend your finite time on this planet harassing strangers for existing? because... superiority complex? ig?#like that's just sad on u my friend #there are people out there that can hardly do much other than be online and even they know it's a waste of time to send anon hate #tw slur mention #tw ableism mention #tw ableist language #also incredibly funny to be uppity about 'attention seeking behavior' like. first of all that's high-key the point of social media #u have a tumblr account #secondly ur the one sending in anon hate like??? my brother in christ you are also seeking attention #third of all and i canNOT overstate this:#humans are social! we *all* crave attention! there is nothing wrong with seeking attention! we need it!#plus this is basically becoming a journal at this point except it's accessible to any randos online #which makes it much easier to actually journal #so like. the interaction with my mutuals and followers and follow-ees? that's just a bonus #essay in the tags #tag rambles #tag ramblings #byrd chirps #rambling in the tags

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episodeoftv · 8 months

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Round 4 of 8

propaganda and summaries are under the cut (May include spoilers)

Buffy the Vampire Slayer: 5.16 The Body

tw Death of a major character, grief, dealing with the death of a parent

Buffy, Dawn, and their friends deal with the aftermath of Joyce's death.

The purposeful removal of music for the whole episode, the grief portrayed, the portrayals of people with varying amounts of interaction with death. It hits so hard.

This episode killed me. I have never watched anything that has fully encompassed the feeling of loss and what it's like to experience death close to you than The Body. It is an absolute gut punch in the best way. I actually had to take a week off of watching Buffy to recover because I was so destroyed. 12/10 I don't think I will ever be able to watch this episode of TV ever again

One of the greatest depictions of grief and bereavement of all time. Both formally inventive and unique in its cinematography, sound design, editing etc. while also being an incredible personally affecting emotional experience.

There’s another buffy episode that probably deserves the title more, but I did have to give this one some recognition. For a whacky silly show about vampires, this episode is maybe the realest portrayal of death and grief I’ve ever seen. It’s not just a sad episode that makes audiences cry - I mean it is that - but it’s also this incredible examination of what it’s like to lose someone, and how the world shifts on its axis when that happens. The lack of any non diegetic music is an amazing touch to give this episode a sense of distance from all others. It’s real in a way that’s hard to watch but also unforgettable. Certain scenes and lines will always stay with me and will forever shape my feelings on life and loss.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Body_(Buffy_the_Vampire_Slayer)

Leverage: 3.11 The Rashomon Job

Each member of the team recalls the story of an artifact all of them tried to steal on the same night five years ago.

its a great little bottle episode, if bottle episode meant something completely different than what it does. we get a sneak peak into everyone's histories, we get people making fun of each other by changing their stories once they realize oh my god that was YOU??? and we get shit like the Shrimp Allergy Debacle

https://leverage.fandom.com/wiki/The_Rashomon_Job

#buffy the vampire slayer #btvs #leverage #polls #poll #round4

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livingfast04 · 1 year

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Monster Au? - Part 7

one two three four five six II eight

TW: Body Horror, Disordered Eating, anxiety, dehumanization, refences to past child abuse, refences to emotional abuse, depression, suicidal thoughts, self harm, biting (not the fun kind),vomiting.

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Hi? That’s it Munson? Fucking Hi? Gods above, are you fucking stupid. Steve stares at him, and Eddie stupidly lifts his hand up to wave awkwardly. This was a terrible idea, Steve just kept staring at him, wide eyed- as if. Eddie shifted from foot to foot, this was terrible, this was so fucking stupid.

“I-” “Ed-” Eddie snapped his jaw shut, his gums aching from the sharp clamp. Steve’s mouth was slightly parted, Eddie could see the points of sharp teeth. They stand there for a little while longer, taking each other in? At least that’s what Eddie’s doing, Steve’s heart beat is much easier to hear from the close proximity, despite Steve’s outward appearance of skin and bone. Eddie- Eddie can’t take his eyes off him-

He’s almost skeletal, his clothes are too big, and it’s like the other lost over a hundred pounds of weight. Steve’s thin, his eyes are shrunken against his skin, they are mostly hidden behind almost stringy like hair that flops down past Steve’s chin. Like he desperately needs to wash it, but hasn’t-

Eddie traced over the pale skin he could see, there was a stark almost lack of pigment, as if Steve had never been outside a day in his life- blue veins- and far more freckles than Eddie remembers trace over the younger boy's skin. As if the color had concentrated to tiny little dots-

Steve doesn’t look remotely human, not with his lamp like eyes, Eddie stares at the youngers bones, at the knobbiness of his elbows-

Steve- Steve’s just as supernatural as Eddie is-

Steve doesn’t smell like he’s dying- Well, Eddie parts his lips, tries not to be obvious about the way he sucks in a mouthful of the air. He still smelled sick, but not, not as bad as before- it was laid over with a hefty amount of sadness, anxiety and a rising amount of stress. Eddie stepped just slightly back, ducking his head slightly, dropping his arm down by his side. Giving Steve space, the stress didn’t ease up- but Steve’s heart rate slowed a little.

Letting out a soft breath, Eddie swallows, “Shit, okay. I-” He pauses, shaking out his limbs and giving his head a little jerk, hair flying in his face. “Steve, I’m, so sorry.” Steve blinks at him, eyes a little lamp-like, big confused and wide. “I’m so sorry, I hurt you, I’m sorry, I’m sorry I got too angry at you to listen to my nose. I got upset and should have realized something deeper was so incredibly wrong-” Eddie takes a huge deep breath, “I was stupid, I was stupid and dumb, and I will regret it for the rest of my life.” Steve opens his mouth slightly, showing off those sharp teeth- Eddie gives a tiny shake of his head. “And I’m not apologizing because you are supernatural, or because I want back in the house. I could give less of a shit about the house. I’m,” Eddie pauses for a moment, catching his breath, vampire or not he does need to do that- “I’m apologizing because we treated- I treated you like shit and you didn’t deserve that.”

Steve stared at him, looking just as confused and lost as he had before Eddie started. Eddie shifted, rocking back on his heels, he worked his jaw, “I- I’m not asking you to forgive me. Ever, not now and not in the future. I just, you deserve an apology, and I’ve already taken too much time to even get here to do that.”

The silence that followed wasn’t tense, it was just heavy. Eddie shuffled, he didn’t really know what he was waiting for. Maybe for Steve to slam the door in his face, or scream at him. There was movement in the house, and Eddie gave a half step back, pointing back over his shoulder with his thumb. “I’m going to-” “Stephan? Baby? Who's at the door?” Steve’s head twisted around at the voice, Eddie frozen on the steps. Staring at the other. The younger boy glanced at him, back in the house- and then back at Eddie. The confusion was almost gone, and Eddie could smell some of that sad, eased off- loneliness, it flooded his nose.

Steve snapped his jaw a little, Eddie could hear his teeth click twice. “My friend Eddie” His voice was rough, Steve’s light colored eyes met his. Brown- thick, the color there was- The woman, probably Steve’s Mom actually, peaked over Steve’s shoulder. She had the same freckles as Steve did- the same almost lamp like look. She was just as unnerving to witness.

She looks him over, almost hooking her chin over Steve’s shoulder- “Eddie?” Eddie could almost feel like she already knew who he was. “Eddie Munson.” Steve’s voice was clipped, not detached or that bitchy tone that Eddie remembers from High School. It was tired, stressed, and incredibly rough as if Steve hasn’t been talking almost at all. They really hadn’t spoken to Steve, so it probably wasn’t that far from the truth. The woman blinked at him, tapping her forehead against Steve’s- and then she stood up. She was taller than Steve, at least like this, Steve was shorter this way too now that Eddie was realizing. “Munson? As in Wayne Munson’s boy?” “I- uh, Yes Ma’am?” Eddie chokes out the response. And then she nods, it almost looks disjointed as if she’s not used to nodding. “The Vampire boy.” Steve made a small noise in the back of his throat, Eddie wrinkled his nose at being addressed as such. The Vampire Boy. “The one who was here, with that group.” Her disdain is loud, and Eddie doesn’t even have to fight a bristle, he was mad at them too, her anger was understandable. Steve shrugs, and Eddie- Eddie nods, strong and sharp. He’ll reap the consequences of his actions, and he’ll take those from whoever thinks he deserves the shit beaten out of him. Because honestly he does.

She glances over Eddie for a minute, “I made hamburgers for Dinner.” She turns around and walks back in the house. Leaving Eddie alone with Steve, her words hanging over them. Eddie looks at Steve for a long moment, and Steve looks at him- his eyes are soft, nervous, it’s all there- A thin scar covered face, scared lips turn up just slightly. It’s wobbly and anxious, it’s an invitation. Eddie gives a wobbly smile in return. Steve steps out of the doorway, shuffling back a little bit leaving the entryway wide open. It’s- it’s an invitation, and Eddie doesn’t want it. He really doesn’t want it- He shifts side to side a little bit, “I- I don’t,” Steve’s smile gets a little bigger, “Come on, she-” Steve’s voice crackles, “She won’t take no for an answer.” Okay, fuck, alright. Eddie shuffles up and into the house.

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Steve isn’t sure what the hell he’s doing. His skin crawls, but- but Eddie apologized. And that has to mean something, right? The monster in his bones takes it at face value, having more of Pack back. It’s nauseating, it's disgusting, that he and the thing that lives in his brain agree, but Steve hates it, he hates it all. Eddie waits for him to shut and lock the door, doesn’t move from the entry way other than to take off his shoes. Steve doesn’t know what to do with that entirely. Mama has turned down the radio in the kitchen some, at least Steve thinks so.

He’s not even sure what her reasoning is for letting Eddie in the house. If Dad was home, he’d have probably slammed the door in Eddie’s face with little care for why he was there, or if what the older boy had to say was important or not. With little care for Steve’s feelings on the matter. Mama has a little more tact, but she’s still His mother, she’s just the same as she’s ever been. And Josefina Harrington is still a mega bitch, it’s almost just her general state of being, Steve had to learn it from somewhere. And it certainly wasn’t going to be from Dad.

Steve is hesitant to pass Eddie, but he almost stumbles past, off balance more today. Eddie’s hands lift up as if to steady him- they never touch him, something cries out in his chest, claws at his skin. Always at arm's length, never touched, he didn’t want him either- Mama is swaying gently to whatever is playing on the little radio in the kitchen, it’s too low for Steve’s fucked ears to pick up on. But she looks calm, happy- not like she’s plotting to murder Eddie. “Have you eaten yet?” Her eyes are on Eddie, she knows that Steve had a bowl of fruit and a yogurt for lunch.

Eddie waves his band in the air, “I had a bloodpop and meat cubs like 25 minutes ago, but I’ll eat again if you have enough for me. Ma’am.” Steve shuffles around the counter towards his Mama, and she hums at him, knocking her head against his when he gets close enough.

She let out a little soft coo at him. Steve didn’t respond verbally to the soothing noise, instead he knocked their heads together again, pressing his nose to her cheek before moving away. Still within arms reach, but not touching. He doesn’t want to corrupt her with his wrongness any more than he already has.

He could almost feel Eddie’s eyes following him, burning into his skin; Steve wasn’t brave enough to try and turn around to figure out what exactly was hiding in the vampire’s gaze. Mama does it for him, well not really- Steve curls his fingers, leaning against the island counter. “Josefina, or Josie, None of this Ma’am stuff. At least not while Richard isn’t home,” Mama doesn’t even call Dad Richard when she’s at home, at least when they don’t have Guests. He’s normally Richy, or sometimes James. “And of course we have enough, I invited you in, didn't I?” Steve wrinkles his nose, blinking a little sluggish at her. Avoiding Eddie’s imploring gaze, eyes fixated on the patties she was warming slightly on the stove. They were probably the weird frozen kind that Mama buys when she doesn’t want to put them together from scratch. His stomach cramps at the smell and at the idea of eating.

They sit in silence for a minute before Mama turns on Steve with a soft but sharp edged look, “You will sit down, or I will make you get back in bed.” He glanced at the chairs, at where Eddie was standing between the stools there. Steve breathes heavily, his sides ache, and his bones hurt from standing for so long.

He scratches at his wrist. Eddie pulls the stool out next to him, and Steve guesses the choice is made for him. Shuffling across the floor, he tucks up into the chair drawing his knees to his chest. Eddie isn’t warm, not entirely. But he’s solid.

Resisting the urge to lean off the back of the chair and against Eddie’s side draws most of his attention. Mama and Eddie talk about what Steve would never know- it’s, it’s movie nights all over again. Alone, Alone-Letting Eddie in the house was a mistake, this was all a mistake- Steve draws his arms over the top of his knees, biting sharp teeth down into his arm. Locks his jaw, digging into the little meat on his forearm as he can, mouth filling with blood. Copper coating his tongue, laving his tongue against his skin, pressing it there.

It was warm, and with the way he had his jaw clamped around his wrist- swallowing a mouthful of his own blood didn’t sound all that appealing. It dripped down his chin. Steve jerked back at a sharp hiss, tearing at the skin on his arms, effectively dragging deeper lines, blood welling up. Eddie hissed again, twisting Steve’s chair around with a startling amount of strength- fingers pressed against his jaw, as if trying to pry his mouth open. Steve’s mind sparked at the contact, whatever was left of their frayed pack bond bloomed on the edges of his mind. It buzzed in his ears and Steve clicked-

Mouth full of blood, pressing copper against all his senses, it was spilling down the back of his throat. “Steve let go.” Eddie’s voice was rough, harsh- Steve’s head spins, his heart pounding in his ears. Sucking in a deep breath through his nose, the blood in his throat thick, slimy- too warm- his stomach cramps. “Stevie you have to let go- you’re hurting yourself-'' Steve knows that, he can tell- he digs his teeth in a little deeper, clamps his eyes shut, tears squeeze through he can feel them, the top half of his face getting wet. His teeth scrape bone. A new freshway of blood pools heavily on his tongue, spills down his throat, thick and heavy-

Steve’s ribs squeezed his lungs, he gagged, what was stuck in his throat filling his mouth. His stomach heaves. Eddie curses, grabbing his jaw and prying it open. Steve gags again, shoving at Eddie, snarling and snapping as he bends at the waist, vomiting all over the floor. The whole room smells like blood. Steve spit a glob on the floor before gagging again. Tears curl down his face, he hates this, he hates all of this.

Eddie lets out a cooing noise, soft and somewhat like Mama’s sounds- but it’s different, Mama’s not- Mama’s not here. Logically Steve knows she is, but his brain’s all screwy. It's all wrong.

Steve lets out a loud distressed whine, blood coating his lips as his stomach cramps. All of this is terrible- it hurts, hurts- his arm throbs. “You’re okay Stevie, your mom went to get something to clean up. She’ll be right back.” Eddie’s voice was high, probably panicked, but the older was clearly trying his damn best to make sure Steve wasn’t freaking out.

His chest heaved, gagging around, his chest hurt, his stomach hurt- and it was- Steve whined again, “I know sweetheart, I know. I’m sorry honey.” the animalistic urge to bare his teeth at Eddie gnawed on his skin, crawled through his bones. Steve felt untethered. Mama comes back, he can smell her more than he can hear her. Lets her and Eddie sit him up, lets her inspect his teeth marks, stares numbly forwards and says nothing as she stiches them up because his arm is basically torn open. Steve just lets it all happen around him, doesn’t respond to her vocal calls, or Eddie’s soothing tones. His mind buzzes. Steve feels empty.

--- I know I said Untuned Piano first, but this one demanded attention. Probably due to me actually looking at my Asks and having a spark of fleeting motivation. So I scrambled to get it done and then spent the past like 2 days working on this instead of my school work. If it shit I apologize. I've rewritten this portion like four times. Was never really happy with it, but I'm chill with this. Though when this goes up on Ao3 (If I ever get my dumbass around to doing it), I'll probably rewrite a bunch of it, and add some stuff in. So it'll be worth it to read it over there too! :D

Thank you for your comments!! I crave validation and you are all incredibly nice and very motivating :)) <3 Fingers cross Depression doesn't knock me on my ass before I can get anything done.

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jellyluvr · 11 months

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Hiii!! I love all of ur fics they're fcking amazing!! look i know ur request are closed rn maybe u can do this some day but can i ask for colin zabel x f!reader cute fluff fic where they're spending their time together bc yk colin has been busy solving the cases & barely spend much time w his wife aka the reader hehe just them doing some fun leisure activities like going for a picnic, watch movies, bath together(🤭) etc- i really love colin sm hes my fav so i'd be happy to read one from u🥺 ilyyy u're such a great writer keep it up!!

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Horrible title ik. I have no ideas unlike my incredibly talented friends on here so any of you please lmk if I can dm you for titles because I'm in desperate need of ideas. Anyway, here's some colin fluff!! Also my requests are open. No hardcore shit tho. I'm totes down to write some handjobs tho. Especially some fluffy somno? Jesus my hand is disappearing under the covers 😱 that wasnt funny I apologize in advance

Tw: shower and many many compliments. Also stress? Don't know if that even counts but lmk if I missed any 👍also kinda oc Colin? Idk.

S: colin and you take a shower and colin is very happy.

(I'm gonna stop doing summaries cuz they're so pointless atp)

Also ty anon! I love you so much. Romantically we should honestly get married because I really wouldn't mind 😉😉

Colin sat in his chair, staring infront of him. He looked down at his watch, preparing himself for the time. 12am. He sighed, rubbing his eyes as he contemplated his existence. He wanted to go home. He wanted to hug you and cuddle with a blanket.. he wanted sleep. That was his main priority and he really didn't have the time for this case he was working on. He grabbed his coffee cup, standing as he wobbled a bit, letting the blood flow.

He felt a little dizzy, but that wasn't important. What was? Well, he really needed to see you. Desperately.

So, he walked down the hall, running when he knew no one was looking. He ran out the doors, not even caring if his shoulders hurt horribly from him not waiting for the slow automatic doors to open. Once he made it to his car he put the coffee on the roof, unlocking it quickly before hopping in. He grabbed the coffee, setting it in the cup holder before starting his car with the classic ding.

He knew it was gonna be a long ride.

-time skip because I'm not writing all of that

He pulled into the drive way, getting out and making it to the door. He went in, looking around expecting to see you. Usually you always got really excited when he came home. But, as he made his way upstairs he saw you sleeping in the bed they shared. He didn't blame you. He was terribly sleepy himself, so he didn't hesitate to undress and change into more comfy clothes.

He put on a normal tee, grabbing some baggy boxers and slipping them on before sitting on the bed and looking at you for a moment. You looked so pretty like that. With the blueish light shining on your face, the darkness of the room adding a little highlight. He smiled looking at you, his heart thumping slightly. He took a deep breath, laying down next to you and pulling up the covers. He wrapped an arm around you, it being loose as he closed his eyes.

You were still asleep, but he didn't care. He just loved you and sleeping next to such a wonderful woman was a blessing to him. Any man was lucky to even be looked at by you. So, he went to sleep with the thought of you on his mind, just like every other night you two shared.

-next morning

You woke up the morning from colin. Which, it shouldn't have been. He needed to be at the station, but he was just sleeping. Right there next to you. It was 8am, he needed to be at work at 7am. That was the issue, so you obviously woke him up.

He turned over, his eyes droopy and clearly unaware of the situation. He murmured out a "babe?" But you didn't care. Colin was serious about his work. He would've been sad if you didn't push him. That was a fact.

"Colin you're late!" You said, your hands on his shoulders. He took a moment, but then he sprang out of bed and rushed to his closet immediately putting on some pants and a shirt, grabbing his stuff. "Uhh.. what time is it?" He asked, a worried look on his face. You answered quickly, also getting out of bed to get his coffee cup. He loved that coffee cup more than you.

You handed it to him, him giving a grateful nod before leaving cussing to himself. You looked out the window, watching him pull out of the driveway while he scrambled to find something. Probably his phone. But, he eventually found it and left.

Now it was quiet once more... boring too. Sometimes you did wish he didn't have that job but he was passionate about it. He always wanted to do something with his life and you never stopped him.

A breathy sigh left your lips as you sat back down on the bed, quite lonely. All you could do was wait until he got back, so you fell asleep in hopes of seeing him when you woke up.

-another skip, sorry!!

You woke up with some clanking in the kitchen. You got up, rubbing your eyes as you went out to check. But you knew who it was. Colin. He leaned on the counter, mayo and turkey infront of him while he chewed on a sandwich. You smiled at him, going over to hug him.

He hugged you back, still chewing on his sandwich while you kissed him on the cheek.

"How was work?" You asked, getting some bread out of the fridge.

"Horrible." Colin swallowed, turning to you.

"Why?" You were a little surprised but maybe he was just exaggerating like normal. Colin hesitated for a moment, his eyes drifting to the ground.

"Can't say." He let out a sigh, a little smile coming after. That was his usual answer, but you didn't blame him. He was a detective after all. He probably saw horrible things everyday. Today must've been pretty bad. You knew he had seen dead bodies and blood, but whatever it was today must've set him in a pretty bad mood.

"Okay.." you set the slices of bread down, putting mayo and turkey on it before getting some cheese too. Colin was very picky with his food.. but it made him so much more like a cutie.

"Well, you wanna get your mind off it? Maybe a movie or somethin?" You suggested, smiling at him. He looked over at you, then back at his half finished sandwich while he shook his head.

"No." He muttered, sighing. "I think I'm gonna take a shower. I'll talk to you later, babe." He leaned off the counter and took another bite out of his sandwich before walking away. You felt really bad, and once you finished chewing you yelled over at him right before he could close the door.

"Can I join?" You asked, smiling at him while he peeked through the door. He loved you.. he definitely wouldn't mind taking a shower with you.. plus maybe he could have a even better shower. So, he nodded, his face turning pink.

"Uhh.. yeah. Sure." He said, you taking one last bite before trotting over to the door and opening it. Colin turned the water on to the walk in shower, his hand going in it to check the temperature.

He turned his head back, watching you get undressed just like it was the first time he ever saw your body. Without even realizing it he blurted out, "you're beautiful, y/n." He smiled, looking over at you while he finally snapped out of it from the heat of the water. He let out a soft "ow" but he took his hand back, turning around fully to see you smiling. God... he loved that smile.

"Thank you. You look beautiful too." You added emphasis on beautiful to tease him, and he just laughed a little while he saw your body in all of its glory. He couldn't even fathom how much he loved you. How lucky he was to even be in your presence. He watched as you walked to the shower, feeling the water as well before getting in. He followed, pulling down his boxers and stepping in. It was already getting pretty steamy, so he reached for the shampoo above your head before getting some in his hands and washing his hair while he looked down, closing his eyes.

You looked over at him, almost laughing. He just looked so silly doing it, and from your laughing he naturally looked up. He gave you a confused look, but you continued to giggle and it caused him to laugh some too. "What?" He asked, the biggest smile on his face. You just continued to laugh, turning around as you got some shampoo, rubbing it in your head as well. Once you did, Colin began to laugh a little himself, all of his worries washing away along with the bubbles.

It already smelt wonderful, but you grabbed some body wash, starting from the bottom up. Colin watched, washing his body a little too. He was mostly interested in you as he watched your body get covered in soapy bubbles. It made you look so much prettier.

Colin washed off his body while you stood on the other end of the shower, still washing your skin. He was confused why you were taking so long but you were really just trying to overlay the bubbles evenly. Colin wanted to get out, but he waited till you washed off. He now thought to get out, but then you reached for another bottle.

Oh. Conditioner. He knew that.. totally. So he stayed while you put the substance in your hair. His eyes scanned over every curve on your body, making his stomach have some butterflies. He had forgotten how beautiful you were. From the back, that was. He reached over, his hand going to your hair as he helped. You hadn't expected it, but you of course weren't complaining. Why would you?

So, you let Colin's hands stroke through your hair, finally going under the water as he watched your hair turn to silk. He touched it some more, admiring how soft it was. Jesus... everything about you was so perfect. "You're really pretty." He broke the silence, smiling at you while you turned around. You let out a little laugh before you gave him a little kiss, smiling as well.

"You're very handsome." You returned the compliment, giving him another kiss as he turned a pink color. He leaned down, giving you a very warm hug from how warm he was and from the water pouring down on you. You hugged him back, closing your eyes as your head found a nice place to rest in the crook of his neck.

Colin had really forgotten about everything. All he had needed was you. His beautiful fiancée.. or his wonderful heart stopper. (Metaphorical not literally)

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Okay thats all. Hope you liked it ♡♡

Also the heart stopper thing is the only non creepy name. The other was "stress reliever" and honestly that sounds horrible. Just like the title

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stayevildarling · 22 days

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hello🙋‍♀️, I was wondering, if you are still taking requests, could you do a part2 for the Confessions In the Dark fic? If not that's totally fine🤍

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Billie Dean Howard x Reader- Confessions in the dark- Part 2

A/N: Hello 🫶🏻 this is truly some sad shit. But I did promise when I wrote the first part so yeah here we are. Please read this with care if you are easily triggered, this is some heavy stuff.

tw: mention of self harm, mention of depression, mention of anxiety, mention of medication, mention of suicidal thoughts, suicide attempt, mention of being sick, angst, hurt

word count: 7.5k

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They had patient with you, so so beautifully patient that it made all of this even harder. For days darkness had surrounded you, like a dark cloud following you wherever you went, raining down on your brain, the water droplets little thoughts. Little thoughts that would quickly turn into bigger thoughts, the same things repeating and circling around you mind. You had tried, tried so incredibly hard, to get up everyday, to manage for them, to breathe for them but it almost became impossible. Each breath felt like your lungs are on fire, your heart feeling so incredibly heavy in your chest, the sadness written on your face. As if every single thing about you had been replaced, your laughter illuminating a room, your kind heart and the way it beat for your girlfriends, your happiness.

After your confession to them in the darkness of the night, really only confiding in Wilhemina as she had been the one awake but also the one you trusted most that night for some reason, feeling an odd amount of safety with her, the redhead later filling in Cordelia and then the three of you filling in Billie, it had been hard. They listened so intently, so willingly and so lovingly. Through every confession, no matter how dark it was, holding you through every sob and supporting you every step of your long way. After the weekend, Cordelia had talked you into going back to the doctor's and she was so encouraging and hopeful that you somehow couldn't deny her, feeling you needed to get better for them, considering that they let you into their lives. You couldn't just wreck it all by letting them down.

And so the following Monday, you followed Delia as she took you to the all too familiar and scary practice, encouraging you to talk to your doctor before she spoke, choosing her words carefully as she knew there was a slight risk of having you placed somewhere and despite that discussion also being had between the four of you, she didn't want that for you. And so they had started you on your medication again, the same medication that you had abruptly stopped, causing you to be sick for weeks and you hated the idea of having to start all over again, the first weeks always being incredibly hard, causing you to lay awake at night as insomnia overtook you, causing you to barely be able to function throughout the day and only making your symptoms stronger. And you knew there would be light at the end of it, remembering your life before you had stopped taking them.

However the last week had been incredibly hard, to the point where you felt like giving up a few times, simply letting the darkness consume you and drown you in it's intensity. The doctor had mentioned briefly to your girlfriend that they believe you suffer from high functioning depression, which only made it harder for them to see, as you would still function throughout the day, giving classes, helping your girlfriends around the academy and taking care of them. They had no idea what was going on in that pretty little head of yours, as Cordelia would often say, making you chuckle in the process. You never struggled with getting out of bed, especially sharing a bed with them, despite not getting much or any sleep at times. You never struggled with keeping your appearance perfect, taking care of your hygiene, always carrying a smile on your face despite it being forced.

They really hadn't known what was going on inside, the darkness that truly surrounded you and had been, Billie even thought you had been better since taking the medication again, checking on you more often but whenever she found you, you would greet her with the biggest smile, the two of you often in light conversation when she returned from work and snuggling on the sofa, unaware that it took every bit of strength to remain so happy for her, terrified to disappoint them again. Cordelia knew, she knew you weren't truly that happy, she could see it when she checked on you throughout the day, lingering by the door as you were teaching classes, seeing the way your smile was forced, unaware of the true lingering thoughts and the only thing you being able to think about was how the coven and girls would take it if you suddenly disappeared. Wilhemina had tried her best, keeping an extra eye on your medicine tubs that she prepared for you, with days on so she could know you took it, always appearing near you around the same time when your medicine alarm would go off, checking whether you took it. Often glancing at your outfit choices and wanting to check your arms, sometimes her fingers trailing gently near your wrists to check whether it was the remaining healed ones or whether new pain lingered on your delicate skin.

Your girlfriends had known it was hard, they knew about the nausea and headaches as they could see it behind your beautiful eyes, they knew you were tired, often finding you awake at night and trying to gently coax you back to sleep. They knew about the side effects and that these few weeks were hard, however they had no idea just how truly bad it had been, that again you would retreat to the silence and not fill them in completely, despite you promising. And that broke you even more, that they didn't know, that you couldn't tell them as whenever the thought lingered on your mind, anxiety filled you and the words get caught in your throat, making it impossible to share.

Despite everything you had tried to remain yourself, still preparing Billie and Wilhemina's lunchboxes for work in the morning, still teaching your classes and helping out the girls around the academy as much as you could, helping new ones to get settled and being there when one of the older witches and your friends needed you. You still cooked for your girlfriends, still checked in on Cordelia in her office and trying to take as much as possible off their plates. And the supreme wondered how you continue doing that with such grace and kindness and she worried that it was to distract you from whatever you had been fighting in silence but she wanted you to keep that bit of yourself, of course never asking directly for anything as she simply couldn't, trying very hard to cut down your teaching for you and take as much as possible off your plate, the way you usually would for them and her.

Today had been another one of those days, one where despite it all, you really wanted to disappear somewhere, you weren't quite sure where exactly but it all felt a little too much. When your girlfriends left for work, Cordelia already up and in her office working, the three of them deciding to let you sleep in a little, you struggled. Appreciating the thought of course but you really wanted to stay in bed, never move again as everything felt unbearable. It wasn't that you couldn't as you didn't need to teach or really do anything today and the three of them had often reminded you that you could easily have some rest and quiet time, but the thought of not doing anything made you nervous, making the whole thing even more exhausting and horrible. And so after eventually getting dressed, you longed for your Delia, wanting nothing more than to hold her in your arms, to feel her close and her usual sense of vanilla and honey to make you feel like home and that everything was going to be okay.

And so you decided to do just that, making her some coffee before carrying the cup towards her office, carrying it in your shaking hands before knocking. ,,Come on in'' she announces softly, typing away on her computer before she lays eyes on you and they instantly sparkle, as she abandons her work and the typing stops. ,,Good Morning sweetie'' she greets you warmly, ushering you to come over as she moves her chair backwards, inviting you to sit on her lap. ,,You're a lifesaver thank you'' she chuckles as you hand her the coffee. You don't say much, simply allowing yourself to sit on her lap, hoping you aren't intruding despite knowing in reality you are as she was always incredibly busy. But for now you brush the thoughts away, as she trails her fingers softly through your hair, taking in your soft scent before observing your features a little closer. ,,How are you today my sweet girl?'' she asks, her eyes locking with yours. And it took everything not to falter, to keep her gaze and to not give in and share it all.

,,I'm okay Delia'' you reassure, knowing she could see right through you but nevertheless too tired to hide it any better. ,,How's you?'' you ask as you nuzzle yourself in the crook of her neck, planting a soft kiss, causing her to melt right into your touch. ,,I'm perfect sweetie'' she smiles and you knew she meant it, she was perfect because you were there in her arms but it was so incredibly hard to believe when the voices keep telling you she's lying and that you are nothing more than a burden. ,,I've been a bit worried'' she admits, causing you to look into her beautiful hazel eyes. ,,What about?'' you ask a bit dumbfounded, your thoughts instantly trailing to your other girlfriends and the academy. ,,You darling'' she admits and you avert her gaze then, her statement only adding to you feeling like a burden to them, never wanting them to worry, despite them knowing after all.

,,How have you been really?'' she tries again, causing you to stiffen in her arms as you hated this, especially today. ,,I've been okay Dee'' you try, causing her to simply nod, sensing that now wasn't a good time and knowing she shouldn't push you as that considerably overwhelmed you last time she had tried when mentioning her discovery at the doctors that broke all this loose. ,,So what does my sweetie have planned for today?'' she asks, causing you to shrug as you really didn't know. ,,Can I help you with anything?'' you ask, genuinely unsure what to do with yourself today. Cordelia thinks for a moment before shaking her head. ,,Nope all is taken care of sweetie'' she reassures before you feel the strange urge to leave her be, not wanting to intrude on her work further. ,,I'll leave you be'' you announce with a smile, giving her lips a little peck as she watches you leave her lap, instinctively wanting to pull you closer and hold you through it all. ,,You can stay sweetie'' she offers but you decline politely, her eyes never leaving yours as you walk out of her office, sighing heavily seeing her sunshine like this.

And you really didn't know what to do with yourself at first, sitting pathetically, lonely and broken on your bed before feeling a sudden burst of motivation and deciding to head out, feeling the strange urge to leave the academy and it all behind for moment. Fully dressed and ready, you brushed past the greenhouse where Cordelia was just about to teach a class, letting her know that you are heading out for a bit and she hated it, wanting you to have your freedom of course but worrying whether you would return. She simply lets you go, asking if you have your phone with you, which you promised her and that you wouldn't be long. At first you begin aimlessly walking along the busy streets, watching cars and people moving past you, breathing in some fresh air before your feet eventually take you to some shops. And as you pass your usual flower shop, you couldn't leave the bouquet of Delia's favourite Lillys behind, the color matching her aura so beautifully.

Walking further, you also couldn't ignore a new small shop that must have opened recently as you never caught glimpse of it before, picking up some lavender items and her favourite chocolates for Wilhemina, wrapped in a perfect beautiful little lilac basket. And at last you make it to Billie's favourite boutique having listened to her talk repeatedly for days about this new collection including a pearl necklace that she had been after. And Wilhemina had scoffed, as you remember the scene at the dinner table so fully, telling her how she has enough pearl necklaces, the one currently on her neck enough proof of it and Billie scoffing in return, lecturing her about the differences. And so at last you pick it up, making one last brief stop at your favourite take out place, picking up some dinner for the four of you, realising that by the time you returned your lovers would be home and wanting to do something nice for them. As you stroll back towards the academy a while later, it all feels a little lighter, feeling happy and content with your purchases, hoping to cheer their days a little after working hard and you mostly wasting your time away.

As you return, the academy is mostly quiet, some witches still lingering in the gardens after their dinner, you setting the table for the four of you and keeping the take out to stay warm in some bowls. Almost with a rush of excitement, you sneak into Mina's office first, leaving the lilac basket on her desk with a proud smile, knowing she was going to love it, before walking to Billie's make up table, leaving the little box with the ribbon neatly with her jewellery. And at last you make it towards Delia's office, knocking pathetically as she had already made her way downstairs, your other girlfriends having just returned, before quickly leaving the vase on her desk, content with your choices before making it downstairs. And downstairs, you are quickly greeted by Billie, pulling you into her arms, almost like a puppy seeing their owner after a long day at work. Wilhemina smiles warmly at you before greeting you with a loving kiss.

,,What did we do to deserve this special treat?'' Cordelia asks as she serves the food, not wanting you to do that on top of it all. ,,Just being you'' you announce with a smile, Billie looking at you filled with adoration and your redhead girlfriend chuckling. And so the four of you fall into easy conversation, sharing about each other's days and what they had gotten up to. It almost feels the way it did before, as your smile was genuine, so happy to be in their embraces. After dinner, Billie sneaks you away for a cigarette, Wilhemina getting ready to take her work bag towards her office and Cordelia needing to finish one last email. After the two of you return, you quickly doing the dishes, wanting to make yourself useful, while Billie watches you intently, drying the dishes for you. Both Wilhemina and Cordelia return almost at the same time, getting ready for your usual weekday night, which would probably include some cuddles on the sofa, Billie working on her phone a little, Wilhemina doing some knitting.

,,Thank you little one'' Wilhemina smiles warmly at you before pressing a kiss to your cheek. ,,What for?'' you ask a bit clueless, already forgetting about the presents you had gotten them. ,,I found the most perfect little basket on my desk'' she announces. Cordelia's features soften before she walks over to you ,,Thank you for the flowers darling'' she thanks you as she takes you into her arms. She can't help the uncomfortable feeling settle in her stomach as something didn't feel right, seeing you so happy all of a sudden and while she knew Billie would probably argue it was due to the medication, she knew about these sudden ups's meaning a big low was going to hit, unaware that you are already caught in the low.

,,And where is my present?'' Billie raises an eyebrow jokingly, before pouting. ,,On your dresser, silly Billie'' you chuckle before she glances at the other two in excitement and sprinting upstairs. Cordelia helps you finish in the kitchen, before the three of you make your ways over to the living room, settling into the comfortable sofa, Wilhemina in her armchair before Billie returns moments later. As the medium walks in, her smile is so smug and proud as she waits for the other two to figure it out. ,,Darling'' Cordelia tuts a little, tilting her head that you would have gotten her such an expensive gift, only being able to assume how much that would have cost. ,,What is it?'' Wilhemina asks confused before you point your head towards the pearl necklace. ,,Oh I almost didn't recognise it, considering you have so many'' she teases, causing Billie to roll her eyes jokingly before pulling you into her arms. ,,Thank you so *forehead kiss* so *nose kiss* so *kiss* much'' Billie thanks you, causing you to blush and chuckle.

As the four of you settle into your usual weekday routine, Billie taking countless selfies with her new necklace and posting some on social media, in absolute adoration, Wilhemina making fun of her in the process while knitting, Cordelia couldn't help but worry. She worried what the sudden gifts meant, if she was missing anything again, if this was your way of saying goodbye, despite you looking so happy in their embraces and ultimately in her arms as she holds you close. The thoughts circle her mind, all through the night after the four of you eventually make it to bed, unable to calm the raging storm and think of anything else, despite you laying softly in her arms, your breathing calm and for the first time in a while able to sleep. The supreme felt the strange urge to search your things, to check your wrists, terrified of missing this again the way she had last time, unable to just simply ask as she knew you would lie, contemplating whether to even enter your thoughts, knowing she'd cross several boundaries but knowing if she attempted it in your sleep, you may not feel it or ever know. But she could't, or could she?

And your Delia was right, the days following, you hit a new low, the physical symptoms getting stronger as they seem to drown you in it's intensity, constantly feeling nauseous, the constant urge to just spend your day next to the toilet bowl, feeling fatigued, exhausted and tired. And despite it all, the thoughts were so much worse, keeping you from forming any sentences that made sense, the constant reminder of your failure, of how you should have been more careful, never have them knowing, never have them make you take the medication again. And for the first time in a while you had hidden away today, not even managing to get out of bed for their lunch boxes, to check on Cordelia or to even get ready. You couldn't today and so you let the darkness consume you, wasting away in bed and letting the thoughts linger on your mind, for once not trying to fight them.

Meanwhile, Cordelia had been busy today, so incredibly busy at a council meeting that she put Billie and Wilhemina in charge of you, despite both of them working. The medium had tried calling you in her lunch break, Wilhemina messaging a few times but you never replied, eventually in a daze standing in the cold bathroom, the same familiar view again, the same familiar pain again, the same familiar blade again. And you hated yourself, truly hated yourself for what you had done, knowing they would know, knowing they would be furious with you. Especially a while later when you walk back to bed, seeing the several missed calls and messages, it all becomes too much, abandoning your phone and walking into the greenhouse, it now being Friday and your mind somehow still remembering that everyone would be gone. Instantly you feel a little at ease seeing the nature and being in your sanctuary but the thoughts are so loud that not even your safe space can hide you from it, shield you from it and distract you.

And so all you can do is curl up in a small corner, in between some plants, Delia's potion shelf and some abandoned work from some witches from class this morning. ,,Billie?'' Cordelia's voice rings through the speaker after finally getting a break from some of the meetings and able to call her girlfriend. ,,How is she?'' the supreme asks before finding nothing but silence at the other end of the phone. ,,Billie?'' the supreme checks again, the nervousness evident in her voice and features as she clutches the phone closer to her ear. ,,She um hasn't replied'' the medium admits, the guilt visible in her features. ,,Since when?'' the supreme questions, wondering whether you may have simply taken a nap or got caught up with something. And when silence follows again, Cordelia knows you hadn't at all which worries her even further. ,,Don't worry, Mina is heading home as we speak'' the medium reassures, stuck in a busy meeting herself but Wilhemina offering to do it as she was mostly finished for the day, reassuring Billie it was okay. ,,Please keep me posted'' Cordelia pleads before the medium replies ,,Promise''.

It doesn't take the redhead all that long to make it back into the academy, her features tense, worry washing over her as her steps lead her through the coven, trying the kitchen, living room before trying the bedroom before the realisation dawns on her to check the greenhouse. She knew whenever she couldn't find either you or Cordelia anywhere, she could eventually find you there. Her steps are light despite her inner turmoil, her cane echoing on the gravel before she reaches the grass, moments later the greenhouse. As her eyes wander around the place, she almost doesn't spot you, her heart stopping in her chest as after this there really wasn't a lot of options left and so her brain tries to think through the panic. ,,Mina?'' you startle her, causing her to shake as she really didn't expect you there. ,,Little one'' she almost sighs in relief, seeing you peak your head around a corner, book in your lap as you lay on the small sofa in the back of the greenhouse.

Her steps are rushed as she walks over, almost as if she hadn't seen you for a long time and wanted nothing more than to hold you in her arms. ,,Are you okay?'' she questions, her eyebrows furrowing as she watches you sit up, blanket wrapped around your body, looking so comfortable but yet so incredibly sad. You don't say anything, simply nodding as she takes in your features, her hand wrapped around the handle of her cane tightly, an indication she was feeling tense. ,,Why are you home? what time is it?'' you ask almost absentmindedly expecting Cordelia to be the first one to return home. ,,I finished early little one'' she explains before taking a seat beside you and as she sees your questioning eyes meeting hers she is quick to add ,,I was all done with work for today and wanted to spend it with you'' she announces. However, you knew she was lying, Mina never one to finish early randomly and knowing she was only saying that so you wouldn't feel bad, knowing full well she must have returned home because you ignored their calls and messages.

And you aren't sure what killed you more in this moment, the concern lingering in her beautiful brown eyes, making you feel even more guilty, the fact that she left work, the guilt of not answering them or the weight of your lies. And Wilhemina can tell, today really being able to tell that you must be feeling rough, seeing the very obvious signs in your face. ,,Is there anything you would like to do little one?'' she asks carefully, almost as if she could break you if she chose her words in the wrong way. ,,What would you like?'' you ask as you meet her brown eyes, wanting to simply continue wasting away and give in to the lingering darkness. Her eyes avert yours for a moment, trying to think before she speaks softly ,,How about a nice bath, just us two?'' she questions. Instantly your heart sinks in your chest, knowing this wasn't something Wilhemina would usually ask, Billie or Delia for sure but not Mina. Not your Mina who despite it all still felt self conscious about her back, not your Mina who suffered even through a relaxing bath with her posture. And it killed you, it continues killing you as everything goes quiet for a moment and your heart aches, knowing exactly why she had asked and exactly why you had to say no.

Her question is enough to make you falter, tears swelling in your eyes as you try to bite your lip to swallow the sob that was going to follow any minute, turning away from her so she wouldn't see. But your Mina wasn't oblivious of course and so she is quick to gently place her hand on your cheek, causing you to turn and meet her gaze, the first tears already streaming down your features. ,,Little one'' she sighs, watching as your face crumbles in her hands, the weight of your sadness causing the usual strong woman to frown. ,,What's the matter my darling girl?'' she asks carefully, in no way wanting to use your vulnerability to open up but knowing she may only have one shot at getting this right. ,,I don't feel good today'' you admit under tears, causing her to tilt her head a little as her brown eyes pierce through you. ,,Come here'' she instructs, pulling you into her arms as she wraps you in a hug, hoping she could fix it, put the pieces back together. ,,Mentally or physically my darling?'' she asks as you nuzzle into her further, wishing you could just hide with her forever.

,,Both'' you whisper, barely audible and if it wasn't for the silence of the greenhouse she wouldn't have heard it. And she nods then, understanding all too well, the older woman having fought quite a few battles in her lifetime and knowing all too well about getting on a new medication and the side effects those can have both mental and physical. Wilhemina doesn't do anything, besides hold you for a while, simply holding you close to her heart, while you focus on your breathing and the tears slowly dry. ,,Do you wanna talk to me little one?'' she tries as she pulls away to get a good look at her little one and her thumbs brushing some leftover tears away. Your girlfriend can sense your hesitation, assuming you are simply having a bad day with your medication, a little unsure how to comfort you when you had been so quiet about it. ,,I-'' you try to speak, thinking about how to confide in her, what you could tell her but the words get caught in your throat and die down altogether when the two of you are startled by another presence in the room.

,,Delia?'' you whisper, not expecting the supreme to be back just yet and a little confused as to why she teleported into the greenhouse. As Wilhemina meets her blonde girlfriends features her eyes instantly plead with her, not to overwhelm you with the weight of her worry, not to ask too many questions and simply let you be. And the supreme notices instantly, her tense features quickly replaced with a smile as she moves towards you both, greeting you both the way she usually would after a normal day of work. ,,So what are you both up to then?'' she asks as she takes a seat beside you, her features soft, smiling at the two of you. ,,Just talking, aren't we little one?'' Wilhemina tries, smiling softly at you, despite her eyes meeting Cordelia's and the depths in them a very different story. You could tell how worried they are, how much this was burdening them and how they tried so hard to be patient, composed and kind and it killed you even more, making your heart even heavier and the thoughts even louder.

,,Well'' the supreme smirks a little, trailing her fingers down your back gently. ,,Considering the three of us have the afternoon off, what do you feel like doing?'' she asks, her tone almost a little suggestively. Your eyes close as you try to ignore the racing thoughts, your brain feeling like it's on fire ,,Sleeping'' you whisper, unaware that those words truly just left your mouth like that but also knowing you couldn't do what Cordelia was probably thinking right now. ,,Sweetie'' the supreme tuts, tilting her head a little as she meets your eyes. ,,Are you tired little one?'' your redhead girlfriend asks gently, reaching for your hand and holding it gently. All you can do is nod at her before leaving their embraces, it all feeling a little too much right now. ,,Is that okay?'' you whisper, meeting their gazes as you stand across from them. Seeing Wilhemina's concerned eyes and Cordelia's hesitation ,,Of course darling'' they reassure before you are quick to leave, not being able to stand this any longer. ,,Thank you, I love you'' you smile.

Cordelia is quick on her feet after your last statement, the worry gnawing at her insides, having the awful feeling all day that something wasn't right, but she couldn't pinpoint it exactly but the way your eyes lingered on them for a second before leaving, the way they almost seemed to want to remember them, see them one last time. She didn't like it, her heart racing loudly against her chest, thoughts of concern filling her features. ,,Cordelia?'' her girlfriend asks, balancing on her cane before walking over to her. ,,I don't like this'' the supreme admits, being able to feel in her bones that something wasn't right. ,,She needs some rest'' the redhead tries, having seen how tired you are in your eyes before as she held you close. ,,No I-'' the blonde tries but is cut off when Wilhemina steps in front of her, placing a reassuring hand on the supremes shoulder. ,,Hey... it's okay'' the redhead tries but Cordelia isn't convinced, can't calm down and so in a rushed attempt, she frees herself from her girlfriends comfortable grasp before walking out of the greenhouse, leaving the redhead behind.

,,Y/N'' the supreme calls out after making it back into the academy, quickly up the stairs in search for you. The academy almost seemed dark, so unlike the usual brightness that Cordelia had implemented into the academy after taking over as supreme. Meanwhile you had frantically retreated to the bathroom, the thoughts getting louder with each minute passing, causing you to sink to the floor, door locked, pill box clutched in your hands. ,,Pathetic, Weak, Burden'' the words keep repeating on your mind, becoming so loud that your breathing stops working, breaths coming out ragged, tears spilling from your eyes and pathetic sobs almost little screams of pain escaping you.

Meanwhile Billie Dean had return home from work, her face filled with concern after not hearing from you all day, equally Cordelia or Wilhemina, startled when she hears two doors banging shut from upstairs. ,,Hello?'' she calls out, the defeating silence of the academy causing for her anxiety to fill her beautiful features. But there is only silence, before she watches Wilhemina open the backdoor, walking back from the gardens of the academy. Their eyes meet but before they can say anything they hear a loud noise that startles them both, causing for them to equally abruptly make their way upstairs. Cordelia had pathetically tried unlocking the door with her magic, but you had somehow managed to block it off, your body almost in auto pilot as the pills tumble into the palm of your hands. ,,Y/N sweetie open the door'' she tries over and over again before eventually having to use force to open the door, the noise not only startling your other girlfriends but also you as the pills fly across the room, your trembling hands causing to lose them and your only chance of relief.

,,No No No sweetie'' Cordelia ushers, quick to take your shaking hands and sobbing form into her arms and put you both down on the floor where she holds you as you collapse into her arms. Her eyes close, the pain wrecking through the both of you equally. ,,Delia'' you cry out in pain as you clutch to her like the most fragile thing on the planet and she holds you just like that. ,,I don't-'' you try to speak but your sobs stop you from talking further. ,,Shh it's okay, I know'' she coos, still keeping your sobbing form in place. ,,Please- don't want- them- to- see, please'' you struggle, wanting nothing more than to keep this hidden, not having them see you like this as well. But it was too late already, Billie's panicked features filling your vision as she clutches to the doorframe, holding on for support, struggling to keep herself calm seeing you in so much agony. Wilhemina's features fill your vision next as she enters the bathroom, ignoring the state, ignoring the pills, ignoring what she had missed and what Cordelia successfully figured out, her main concern looking after you, wanting nothing more than to hold you close.

And so while Billie's tear stained eyes meet Cordelia's who's heart equally breaks at the sight, Wilhemina balances on her cane, leaning against the bathtub to balance herself before opening her arms to you. ,,My sweet girl'' she coos, tears brimming in her eyes before taking you into her arms, despite your hesitation, despite your efforts to stay with Cordelia, to not have them see, to not fall apart in the woman's arms who faced even worse demons every single day. They communicate in silence, as Wilhemina takes you regardless, holding you close to her chest as your eyes close. Cordelia quick on her feet to comfort Billie, before getting rid of the reminder of what may have happened seconds ago, what they may have lost seconds ago if the supreme hadn't been so perceptive. ,,She's okay Billie, she's okay'' Cordelia reassures as she takes the shivering blonde into the bedroom, sitting her down and grounding her gently.

,,I'm sorry little one'' the redhead apologises as her head rest against yours, holding you close and gently rocking you back and forth. Her mind was equally at war, for how she missed that, for how she hadn't been careful enough, for how she hasn't supported you enough, scolding herself for not simply staying off work and looking after you, despite a small voice in the back of her mind reminding her that you wouldn't have allowed it either way. ,,Honey'' Cordelia tries, kneeling beside Wilhemina, Billie still hovering by the door. ,,Come on'' she tries ,,Your back'' she reminds the redhead but her girlfriend didn't care remotely, under no circumstances letting you go. ,,No'' she simply huffs, continuing to hold you close as meanwhile you are left a daze of tiredness and fatigue, a mix of sleep and unconsciousness. ,,Let's get her to bed'' the supreme tries, Billie's eyes equally pleading with the redhead.

However, as Cordelia gently tries to scoop you into her arms, you jolt awake, instantly the weight and regret of your actions on your mind as your eyes widen seeing their faces, jolting out of Wilhemina's arms and backing away from them. ,,Baby girl'' Billie tries while Cordelia helps Wilhemina back on her feet, the redhead quick to compose herself. ,,I-'' you try to speak but the words get caught in your throat. ,,Sweetheart it's okay, I promise'' Cordelia tries, only being able to imagine how you must be feeling right now. They watch as you continue to back away, Billie the first one to linger by the door as she couldn't let you slip away again, Wilhemina's gaze carefully following as you back away, Cordelia gently following you and reassuring that it's okay, that you are safe, that they aren't mad, aren't upset, aren't disappointed and just want to be there for you.

When your back comes into contact with the wall, your eyes shoot up in panic, realising how there wasn't anywhere to escape and in your panic you think about teleporting ,,No sweetie'' Cordelia warns, having entered your thoughts a little while ago considering the circumstances. ,,You my darling are staying right here with us, come on'' she offers, looking towards the bed or one of the armchairs in the corner. Billie panics internally, Wilhemina much more composed knowing Cordelia could coax you out of this. ,,Come here'' she tries again but you couldn't face them, couldn't even look at them as you felt utter shame, still feeling the same urge to disappear, this time for good. But you were unaware how they knew, it didn't take Cordelia's supreme magic as the words were written on your sad, guilty and broken features. ,,It's okay darling'' she reassures again as she steps forward gently, knowing any sudden movement could cause you to teleport away from them.

With a swift and quick motion she holds onto you, knowing if you tried leaving now she could at least follow but you retreat, letting her lead you to the armchair and sitting down before pulling you into her safe arms. It feels like an eternity of tears, crying, sobbing and panic until you are finally calm enough to just sit for a moment and breathe. Billie and Wilhemina both stood frozen watching the scene unfold before Cordelia softly invited and ushered them to take a seat as well. And so the four of you sit in the silence of the night, the academy deadly silent, the room dark by now, the only light source a lamp in the corner that Cordelia illuminated with her magic as well as some candles to keep you comfortable. As Billie approaches, she wraps a blanket gently around your shivering shoulders, before her hand lingers on your shoulder for a moment in a comforting manner.

You don't speak, simply sitting in silence accepting defeat, you knew this was over, you knew they wouldn't want you anymore, having burdened them far enough now. But despite it, you wanted to sit in silence with them for a minute longer, glancing at Mina's hands as you loved whenever you get to hold them, glancing at Billie's beautiful features, her cheeks that you love kissing. And at last Delia's eyes as you loved nothing more than to get lost in them. You knew they would send you away now for the weak and pathetic burden you are. ,,Darling we-'' Cordelia begins but you are quick to cut her off, scooting off her lap ,,I know'' you whisper as tears fill your vision. ,,I'll get my things'' you admit in defeat. ,,You what?'' Billie questions confused, walking over to where you are standing. ,,I know you're gonna send me away now, I understand, I'm really sorry'' you apologise, before Billie kneels down beside you, taking your hands into her own.

Wilhemina's eyes linger with tears, the shock from your statement written across the supreme's features. ,,Why would we ever send you away darling?'' the medium asks in genuine confusion, having no idea what you are talking about. As you glance at your other girlfriends, you quickly realise that they are equally confused, equally disagreeing with you. ,,Because I failed you'' you admit, your chin already wobbling. ,,Darling-'' Billie tries but it bursts out of you then, all the emotions, all the pain. ,,I failed today, and in general, I'm bad, I didn't do anything, didn't make dinner, lunchboxes, didn't answer the phone'' you sigh, tears streaming down your cheeks. ,,I haven't been honest with you, I messed up again'' you admit, glancing at your sleeves and Billie is quick to rub her thumbs over your hands as she is still holding them. ,,I'm a burden, pathetic, I ruined your day, all I do is ruin your life''.

Each admission sends a pang of pain through their features, each confession more painful then the other and especially Wilhemina has a hard time listening to you putting yourself down in such a way. ,,I messed up Billie'' you almost helplessly look at her, the guilt crushing you whole. ,,Darling'' she tries again, tears equally streaming down her features. ,,You-'' she begins as she now takes your wet cheeks into her hands ,,Have been so so brave darling and you have been doing so well'' she admits, her eyes sparkling with honesty as you listen to her words. ,,Sweetheart, this isn't your fault, these are the side effects, you are not at fault'' Cordelia joins in, nodding a little to make her statement more believable. And when you see the honesty in their eyes, the weight lifts a little from your shoulders as if they shushed each demon with their words.

,,Come here little one'' Wilhemina instructs, her features soft as she pats her lap. ,,It will be okay, maybe not now, maybe not for a while but it will be okay and we will never send you away, I promise you''. And with each word she makes you feel a little calmer, stopping the racing thoughts, your racing heartbeat and all the doubts filling your mind. ,,We appreciate all the things you do for us sweetie but you never need to do them. We love you for who you are'' Cordelia reassures as she reaches for your hand. ,,Even-?'' you question but she cuts you off ,,Yes'' she reassures, a sad smile filling her features.

The four of you sit in silence for a while before the medium speaks again ,,What would you like darling?'' Billie asks gently, giving you her sweetest and most compassionate smile. ,,Dinner, a nice bath, go to bed?''. You hesitate for a moment, glancing between them and feeling guilty for how they had come home from work to this. ,,Can I make you dinner?'' you ask carefully before Billie tilts her head, Cordelia and Wilhemina giving you a little look. ,,But I didn't do anything today and I didn't make your after work bath Mina'' you pout.

,,Darling- can we just take care of you for once please?'' Cordelia pleads as her eyes travel to your own. You end up giving in, Billie and Cordelia retreating to the kitchen to prepare some dinner for you after running a bath for you and Mina. And it felt strange, having to undress in front of her with the fresh marks on your skin but as she washes you gently, sitting behind you, she is so so gently again, as she tends to your hair, delicate skin, washing all the worries and pain away with the kindness of the world. ,,Mina?'' you ask, almost whispering as she washes the conditioner from your hair ,,Yes darling?'' she asks, resting her chin on your shoulder. ,,Are you sure I didn't disappoint you today?'' you whimper, the thoughts still lingering on your mind. ,,Never my sweet girl'' she reassures. ,,You are so so brave and I couldn't be prouder of you'' she whispers while she continues washing your hair gently.

By the time the two of you are finished and downstairs, your girlfriends features almost melt, seeing you so comfortable in some warm pyjamas, your hair neatly braided and your face seeming much more calmer and content than before. It felt horrible to you at first, being so exposed in front of Wilhemina and her seeing the wounds this battle had left on you. But she was so gentle, so calm and so comforting that it caused the thoughts to quieten for a while and so you manage to quickly relax in their embrace, actually eat dinner with them. They didn't bring it up again, despite their faces still etched with concern and minds lingering on what could have happened if it wasn't for Cordelia's quick thinking and noticing. But they knew there was nothing they could say or do in this moment to make this any better. They knew the only thing they could do was be more careful and support you more, Billie and Cordelia already having agreed to work from home now and the supreme giving some classes to Zoe in order to look out for you more, spend more time with you and be there every step of the way on this battle. They knew it was still going to be hard but the three of them feel confident with their ability to get you through this.

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