#( looks like that's what i'm doing until i beat the holy shit out of apple )

[felice-jaganshi]

My Fallen Apple

Chapter 11

You woke up feeling warm.

“Baby, please, open your eyes. Come on, come on…” You recognize the voice, it's Lucifer. Why does he sound so scared? Did something happen?

Your eyes feel heavy.

 

“Hm… five more minutes…” you mutter, even the words feel heavy.

 

“Oh thank fuck! Sorry babe, I need you up asap. Need you to make sure nothing else is broken.” Relief fills his voice. You finally open your eyes, and see his beautiful, worried face. And Charlie! She's right next to you too! 

 

“Hey, what's going on?” You sit up in your lovers lap and as you look around, your eyes land on Adam's dead body. Suddenly the day's events come rushing back. “Oh… holy shit… he's dead. He tried to kill me.” You then look at where Lucifer's wings would be if he had them out. “No… you got hurt because of me…” 

 

He gave a nervous laugh, “Ah hah! Nah, that, everyone was just seeing things! I'm perfectly fine! Not a speck of blood anywhere, see?” He shifted you into Charlie's hold and did a quick spin for you to see. “Fit as a golden fiddle!”

You stood up, and Charlie gave you a tight hug before going to look for Keekee. 

 

Your legs were a little wobbly still as you made your way to Lucifer and pulled him in for a tight embrace and a passionate kiss. He hugged back just as tight and kissed you till you saw stars! He pulled back first and peppered more small kisses all over your face, until he heard Charlie begin a song. He then pulled away with one more kiss before going to her.

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After the musical number and helping rebuild the hotel, Lucifer took you to his new room in the hotel. Once inside you confronted him while his back was to you.

 

“Lucifer… let me see your wings.” He flinched, you saw it. 

 

“Heh, why is that? I'm not really in the mood for wing play tonight.” He smiled over his shoulder at you, looking tired.

 

“Love, that's not why. I want to make sure you're really healed all the way.” You reach out to his back and he turns to face you quickly. Retreating like a scared animal… or an injured one.

 

You sigh, and try to reach out to him in a way he's more familiar with. Something he'll be more receptive to, you take his hands, and begin singing.

“Hands, put your empty hands in mine… and scars, show me all the scars you hide. And hey, if your wings are broken, please take mine till yours can open too. ‘Cause I'm gonna stand by you.”

 

He looks at you with shock, tears suddenly forming in the corner of his eyes.

“Tears, make Kaleidoscopes in your eyes. And hurt, I know you're hurting but so am I. And love, if your wings are broken, borrow mine till yours can open too. ‘Cause I'm gonna stand by you! Even if we can't find heaven, I'll walk through hell with you! Love you're not alone, because I'm gonna stand by you!”

 

The tears fell and he moved his hands to your face, taking over the next verse.

“You're all I never knew I needed. And my heart, sometimes it's unclear why it's beating… but love, if your wings are broken, we can brave through those emotions too, because I'm gonna stand by you.”

He let his wings out and held you close, and there it was, over his shoulder, you could see the hole he kept covered by his big fluffy feathers.

You then sang together, harmonizing as your hearts reached out and understood each other. 

 

“I'll be your eyes, till yours can shine. And I'll be your arms, I'll be your steady satellite. And when you can't rise, I'll crawl with you on hands and knees, cause I, I'm gonna stand by you! Even if we can't find heaven, I'll walk through hell with you! Love, you're not alone! I'm gonna stand by you…”

 

He sighed and pet your hair, “it'll heal on its own in time. I used my power to stop the bleeding, but healing my own wings takes a lot more energy than healing others. The price of being the strongest, when you do get hurt, no one's on your level to pick you up and carry you.” He smiled, but his voice was tired and sad.

 

You scoop him up into your arms, it's a little tricky with the wings throwing off his weight, but you make it work, and lay him on the bed. “Who says I can't carry you?” He was blushing. “Luci goosey, my lover, my king… I will always stand at your side and pick you up when you fall. Just like you do for me.” You smile and kiss his forehead, then each cheek, then his nose, before finally reaching his lips for a soft chaste kiss.

“I love you. And I always will.” 

 

He looked at you in awe, “Marry me?”

 

You blush, is this how he was going to propose?! “Are you serious?” 

He blushed, “I… um…” he took a slow deep breath. “Yes. Yes I do. I didn't mean to do it this way, but I'm not taking back my words, because I do mean them, and I don't want to hurt you with a misunderstanding.”

 

You can't help but smile. What a goof. What a good man. “I do! I mean, yes! Of course I want to be your wife!”

 

“Great! We'll tell everyone tomorrow and start planning then. For now, I just want to hold you. I… was really scared today. First for Charlie, then… You were just suddenly on the ground with so much blood around you… I thought I was about to lose you. Please, never do that to me again.” He pulled you to his chest and wrapped his wings around you.

You've never felt safer or warmer.

 

“I promise.”

#hazbin hotel #lucifer magne #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar #fallen apple #fallen angel

[simnostalgia]

So unsurprisingly, Tumblr isn't bringing back titties. Sorry I'm back on my shit again but I gotta talk about this because it really bothers me.

Holy shit, the CEO of automattic made this big long post about how "porn LITCHERALLY cannot exist in 2022" and like I obviously am not the CEO of a tech company but his whole argument seems so disingenuous and shitty.

He tries to play it off like "I'm SoOoOo libertarian with content but the internet literally WON'T allow internet or else someone will come to your house and beat you to death with a large cartoon mallet!!"

Like, he's not wrong that the internet is entirely different than it was in 2007 but acting as if this is an issue of censorship being unbeatable and not money and influence is pretty insulting. He literally says "the only way you could have porn is if you accepted crypto!" which like... Twitter? 4chan? Etc?

Like it's fine if you don't want to do that. Shit, I'm a SIMS blog. I don't give a single shit if your big tittie goth anime gf is allowed here. But like, I get really tired of them trying to play it off like this when it literally comes down to-

Apple wanted to throw its weight around and make an example out of Tumblr because it's NOT willing to piss off Twitter. Lots of people who actually matter actually use that site.

Tumblr wasn't willing to stand up for what it believed in. It was dropping porn to keep the lights on and NOT lose advertisers. Which is fine but don't LIE about it.

That whole little "Oh my god, we would have to live in a "crypto-utopia" (his words, gross btw) to have porn on the internet in the year of our lord 2022". When it's literally just that the cost of HAVING the porn was deemed too much.

Like, kiwifarms, a site run by a literal moron that existed basically just to dox people existed for years and only RECENTLY got taken down and just popped up under a different name again.

It's fine @staff. You can just say "sorry, we want to make money and your drawings of Steven Universe finger blasting Sailor Moon while Dean Winchester watch was no longer profitable due to policy changes, maybe if you're looking for that try a site too big to get bullied by the ghost of acclaimed turtleneck wearing asshole, Steve Jobs (the most pompous white man currently in Hell, at least until Elon Musk shuffles off this mortal coil)"

#tumblr #automattic #Staff #twitter #ban

[thequeenofsastiel]

Gen Y Season 2 Episode 6 Review

But again this is more accurately a liveblog with a review at the end.

So we begin with people attacking Pok for being better than them at pool. Is this really a thing that happens a bunch? And why tf isn't Pok reporting it? Is it some dumb alpha male thing?

We've got some stalker Tong with really intensely melodramatic music as he discovers Pok's...idk what it's called. Swimming head scarf thing. And how does he know that it's Pok's? It looks pretty plain and nondescript to me.

Oh yay, more Wayu/Thanu 🥱. The strongest emotion I felt watching the two of them and their flashbacks was concern about Wayu cutting the apple towards himself. When you're cutting something, never aim the sharp object towards any part of your body.

Honestly, a bedridden, sickly Pha has more chemistry with Wayu than Thanu ever has. I can't begin to express how little I'm looking forward to watching the two of them kiss. It'll be painful.

It's utterly precious but unsurprising that Mark has a heart next to Kit's name. I'm glad that they're being sweet with each other. I was concerned we'd get a weird estrangement.

MY SHIP!

Wow, they are really hamming it up with the light in the background and the romantic music and the wound tending. I love it. I also love that Koh appears to have accepted his attraction to Jack and is turning on the flirt.

The way all these guys are standing around smirking 😂

Ngl, I almost turned off the episode after their scene ended.

Great, more pining. Tbh Bas and Dun have more chemistry with each other when they're not in the same room. Also I feel like there's gotta be some significance to the placement of the heart emojis next to each others name, but I can't really bring myself to care.

So Kit's plan is to wait until one of them cracks before he'll see Mark? That's...that's so deeply immature, but then again Mark is 19/20 and Kit is 20/21, which means that level of maturity isn't entirely out of place, so I'll let it slide.

I was wondering if Sandee was in that chat group. A big yikes right there.

I LOVE both the fact that Phai said a big fuck you to destiny and got a different tattoo, and the tattoo itself.

Kinda want to steal it.

Also Bank has beautiful hands.

I love how vulnerable and hopeful Sandee looks here. Ever since Phai told him about Thanu, I think Sandee resigned himself to never being with Phai. I think this is the first time since then that he's allowed himself to consider the possibility that he might get to be with Phai.

Holy shit Sandee and Phai have a fuck ton of chemistry.

This might actually make up for having to endure the black hole of chemistry that is ThanuWayu.

He's so soft! I love it. I'm entirely here for these two.

Moving on.

How did Kit know which bag to give Wayu? Oh wait I don't care.

Okay, this coach is a dick. Did he really have to embarrass that dude in front of the whole team?

How many times is Pok going to let those guys get away with beating him up? Especially since they keep hitting his abdomen. Has he heard of internal bleeding?

Wow, Tong, way to invade the living space of the dude who broke up with you. If I was Pok I'd be changing the locks. Honestly I'm getting tired of them. Forgive me, mutuals who love them.

Sandee redemption! I'll admit it: I'm trash for redemption storylines. Like, utter and complete trash. And I always liked Sandee before his villain storyline. Super hoping that that's over and done with.

Also, look at how soft Phai is for Sandee!

He's so proud of him and so happy that they get to be friends again.

The cuteness! All I want from the two of them for the rest of this series is sweetness and love.

There endeth the notes I took while watching this episode. I seem to recall the end of it being something to do with Thanu and Wayu, but I don't care enough to go back and check.

Overall a better episode than last week. I'm invested enough in SandeePhai and JackKoh to keep watching, but everything else is boring or annoying. Which is frustrating, because I used to be invested in MarkKit and PokTong. I hope those couples become interesting to me again.

5/10

#gen y the series #gen y 2x06 #gen y season 2 #poktong #markkit #sandeephai #jackkoh #kohjack #gen y spoilers #gen y review #my reviews #phaisandee

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

The Perfect Bad Boy (Pt. 05 of 18)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.8K

Summary: Working as a lifeguard in the Hawkins Community Pool, you try to fit in after moving from New York. Things were going pretty well when you notice you've been under someone's stare. Billy Hargrove, Hawkins' bad boy, has been staring at you since day one. You never intended to have anything to do with him, judging by the reputation he has. But Billy won't leave you alone, determined to show you his feelings are different this time...

As if your heart flooding you with confusing feelings wasn't enough, there are weird, strange animals lurking in the woods... But those have to be just part of the wild live of the woods surrounding Hawkins... Right?

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Would You Believe Me?

“When are you planning to tell me about this Billy?” Diane stands by the kitchen door frame, an eyebrow raised at you.

Taking another bite of your apple, you roll your eyes. “He's just a friend. I have nothing to say.”

“I know you, (Y/N). And I know you've been hanging out with him.” She comes to sit across from you at the table, and you feel like a child under her stare. Diane has always been your best adviser, the one you tell everything since you can remember. But you couldn't bring yourself to tell her about Billy yet. With Monica, you don't have a choice since you work with her, and she has been around when some stuff happened. But with Diane... You feel like it'll make things real.

You're just about to deny everything again when you remember how confused you are, how there's always a fight inside of you, between two different lines of thought, and suddenly you need Diane's opinion on it. “Billy is a friend.” It's different now, you're admitting it. “He... He offered me a ride home when my car wouldn't start and we stopped to eat tacos. A couple of days after he stopped by this snack bar I was with Monica's friends and... Well, he punched David in the face because he called me dumb.” The memory brings a smile to your lips.

“What?” My aunt smiles too. “I heard some kids talking about David being beat up but I'd never guess that. What else?”

“Uhm... He said he likes me that day.”

“Oh...” She mumbles, furrowing her eyebrows. “So Billy is interested in you.”

Shaking your head slightly, you look down. “He's as interested as he would be in any other girl, right?” Your voice is lower now. “Aunt, Billy is the perfect bad boy. He has the looks, the attitudes, the pretty face, the breathtaking body, and the long list of heartbroken girls.”

“Honey, haven't you heard?” Diane keeps her voice light, taking your hand over the table. “They say the perfect bad boy is bad with everyone except to his girl.”

“Well, I'm not his girl,” you mutter, not sure why saying this makes you feel sad. You shouldn't be so sad about something that's true, something that you made up your mind about. “We're bound to break apart.”

“(Y/N), you're a smart woman. You can read the signs and I trust you to choose what's best for you, as you always have. Even when it meant to leave New York behind and come to such a strange place.” Her eyes are like beacons, reassuring you. You wish she was your mother instead of Kate. “You'll know if you're meant to be with Billy or not. I trust you enough for that, as should you.”

“I love you, aunt.” You breathe out, standing up and hugging her. “Thank you... And not only for this, but for everything. For taking me in and for moving here with me.”

“It was a pleasure, honey. Both to come back to my hometown and to be with you.” Diane never had kids, and her husband died eight years ago. She's still young though, and you hope she finds someone. But until then, you're ok with being somehow her kid. “Now I gotta go. Have a nice day at work.”

“You too.”

Half an hour later you're at the pool, on your chair, eyes scanning the sea of people. The sun is shining bright, and the kids seem especially electrified today. Despite having a lot of people to watch over, you're getting bored by the second, finally understanding why Monica sometimes complains so much about this job.

Billy, as usual, keeps shooting you glances every now and then, winking and smiling when you look his way. After rolling your eyes at him for the hundredth time this morning, you turn your gaze at Monica, who has a meaningful smile on her lips. You get the feeling she'll never stop teasing you about it. Well, she will have to one day. 'We're bound to break', the sentence comes to your mind again, and you decide to let the hot wind blow it away. Mon has a weird expression on her face, which makes you furrow my eyebrows at her.

She then gestures at her eyes. 'Look', you read the word on her lips, just before she gestures at Billy.

That again. You don't want to stare at him. You know he's hot, you don't need to be constantly reminded of that. Running a hand through your hair, you force yourself to focus on the activity that gives you some money at the end of the month. You're not bored anymore, you're thankful you have something to keep your mind off things you certainly shouldn't be thinking about.

When your lunch break finally comes, you jump from your chair to the ground, making the way over Monica, touching her leg. “Hey, you. Lunch, c'mon. I'm starving.”

“I'm a good friend.” She simply says, not even bothering to look at you. Monica can be a freaking interrogation sign sometimes, and you're about to ask her what she means when you notice Billy, standing a few feet away. “I switched my lunch breaks with him.” She looks down, taking her sunglasses off. “You're welcome.”

“I hate you, Mon,” you mumble, sighing at the laugh that leaves her lips.

You have no choice but to walk towards Billy, trying to keep your eyes on his face. But you use the distance to take a quick look, just so you can tell Mon you did it and she'll stop bugging you about it. He's tall, obviously, way taller than you. So you have to look up not to have your eyes glued on his chest. The guy works out. A damn lot, you're sure, and his tan is perfect. It makes you wonder if he even tries because it doesn't seem like he does. Billy doesn't have to act, he just is who he is. No doubt why he had no trouble carrying that heavy backpack during the trail, his muscles look like stone, iron. Even though the small distance you can see how his chest moves when he breathes, and the well-defined muscles of his bare arms. But you're getting close now, so you avert your eyes.

“Was it your idea or hers?” You inquire as soon as you're walking side by side to the cafeteria.

“Mine. I asked her this morning and she accepted.” As you walk, you notice all the heads turning.

The boys look with either anger or envy, and the girls keep checking him out shamelessly. Even the married ladies don't seem to hide the lust in their eyes. You feel a little weird, suddenly so small and out of place. But you can't blame them. Billy is a hell of a view. “You ok?” He suddenly asks. “You tuned out for a moment.”

“Just thinking.” You reach the cafeteria and you get your lunch from the fridge, moving to the microwave.

“About what?”

“The stares you were getting while we walked over here.” It comes out abruptly, and you realize you're angry. Why are you angry? You can't be mad because people are staring, he's not yours.

“People always stare.” He says, coming to seat with you on the table next to the microwave. “But today is for a different reason.”

“Oh, of course.” You avoid his eyes, letting your hair down from the ponytail and detangling it with your fingers, just so you have something to do.

“You only notice half of what's going on around you.” You mumble as a response, not sure if there's anything else you can say. “I never spent this much time without going on dates, and I never spent this much time hanging out with the same girl.” Billy's lower voice slowly makes you raise your eyes, meeting his. “People are impressed. I am impressed.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It's been a while and I still want to be around you, to get to know you.” As he speaks, you look at the door, because you don't want anyone listening. It's bad enough that you'll end up telling Monica, which only makes you even more confused. You don't need someone else adding up to the mix.

'We're bound to break'. It comes to your head again. “How long do you think it'll last? You know you'll get tired of this little game you're playing, Billy.”

“From the bottom of my heart... I don't think I could ever get tired of you.”

The sudden beeps of the microwave make you jump up, thankful for it breaking through the atmosphere. You get your food and hand Billy his since he shoved it into the microwave with yours.

“Every time I see you it's like the first damn time. It took me by surprise too, believe me.”

“Just eat, Billy. Or it'll get cold.” A stupid thing to say since there's smoke coming from both your meals.

“If I find a way to prove you I'm not joking, that I mean every word I say when I say you're nothing like the other girls, that I'm being serious this time... Would you believe me?”

Holy shit, you need to get the hell out of this cafeteria. You don't want to listen, you want to be left alone until whatever is driving you towards Billy disappears. But can you do that? Stand up and walk away when you're right here with him, nobody else around... You don't think so. “I'd like to see what you would come up with.”

He takes a deep breath, resting his back against the chair. You can only watch as he takes one of his earrings off, doing the same with his necklace. “The hell are you doing, Hargrove?” You mumble, crossing your arms.

He gives a quick glance before focusing on whatever he's doing. He removes the pendant of the necklace, throwing it on the trash next to the fridge. You raise an eyebrow, your hunger momentarily put aside. Billy passes the silver chain through the tiny hoop of his earring, making a whole new necklace. The earring is kinda nice, and it looks badass on him. It has four black little stones and a metal piece at the end, which reminds you a claw.

Your eyes follow him as he stands up, walking around the table to stand behind you. You were just about to ask what he's doing when he puts the necklace around your neck. “Move your hair up, please.”

With wide eyes fixed on the light green wall across the cafeteria, you do as he says, feeling the cold metal against your skin. You're even more confused now. “Wear this every day, and I'll wear mine every day too.”

“Is it... Is it supposed to make people think I belong to you or something?” You burst out, still a little shocked, a little perplexed, trying to control the butterflies on your stomach.

“Then they'll think I belong to you too.”

“Just-just eat, Billy. Please.” You stutter, looking down at your food as your heart drums on your ears.

“And I making you nervous?”

Biting back a smile, you don't answer. You quickly search through your mind for anything else, just so you can change the subject. “I heard you study at Indianapolis University. The same I happen to have transferred to. Which course do you take?” That's good. You got your mind to function.

“Mechanical engineering.” He shrugs his shoulders when you raise your eyebrows. “I always liked cars, so it wasn't a difficult choice. What about you?”

“Biomedicine. I'm planning on specializing in Hematology and get a job on Hawkins National Hematology Lab.”

“So you plan on staying here?”

“Yes. I came to stay.”

There's a change in his expression, as it softens like he just realized something new about himself. A small, genuine smile breaks into his lips, beautiful lips. You were just about to ask what's on his mind when James, another lifeguard comes into the cafeteria and you decide to keep your mouth shut.

•••

When you walk out of the bathroom, still drying your hair with a towel, your eyes fall on the necklace lying on the nightstand, near your telephone. Sitting on the bed, you touch the earring, wondering if Billy is wearing his now. “What's happening to me?” You breathe out, throwing yourself down on the bed.

Your phone starts ringing, but you don't pick up. You know Diane will answer it downstairs. You hear her low voice coming from the living room, your eyes on the ceiling, and your thoughts revolving around him again.

Him.

You don't even need a name, he's the only guy you think about.

“Honey! It's Monica!” Your aunt yells.

“I'll pick up!” You shout back, moving up just to pick up the phone before lying down again. “Hi, Mom.” You hear the sound of the downstairs phone being put down as you speak.

“So. How was it?”

“Uhm... It was a lunch break. We had our breaks together and we had lunch.”

“Seriously? That was it? Don't you think I noticed something very unusual around your neck when you came out?”

Sighing, you let out a humorless laugh. Monica is very perceptive, the reason why she's coursing psychology. She's always paying attention to everything. “Mon...” It's almost like a cry.

“Talk to me, (Y/N).”

“I can't keep doing this.” You cover your eyes with one hand, and the image that immediately comes to my mind is him. “I'm... Scared.”

“What happened in the lunch break?”

“Billy said stuff, you know... That he won't get tired of me, that still wants to be around me...” Tossing around, you hug a pillow. “He took one of his earrings and made it into a necklace... He gave me and told me to wear it every day because he will wear it too.”

“(Y/N), I think Billy is falling in love with you.”

“No, Mon, I–”

“I've seen how he treats girls, (Y/N). He never acted like that. All day long I see them walking around the pool in the tiniest bikinis they have, but he never looks. He used to devour them with his eyes, but since that Monday, when you started working... His eyes are on you, on such a... Kind way. It's like he's someone else entirely.”

“I want to believe you,” you whisper, eyes focusing on the necklace. “What if we're bound to break?”

“Give yourself time, then. And give you both a chance. (Y/N), you need to stop overthinking and enjoy your summer. If you're bound to break, you'll know. But for now, enjoy the attention he's giving you. And if it doesn't work, at least you would have enjoyed it... I mean, you like being around him, don't you?”

“Way more than I should.”

“Then try living in the moment for a while. When it's time to think and make big decisions, you will make them.”

Nodding to yourself, you know she's right. If you keep overthinking, maybe you'll be the one to ruin everything. “You're right...”

“Now, you can either stay there or come with me, Chris and Jason to the mall. What will it be?”

Smiling, you stand up, already moving to chose what to wear.

An hour later you're at Starcourt Mall, completely reformed about a year ago, Monica tells you, after it was destroyed by an explosion. The place is very modern, but it's still very different from those in New York. But you like it, how lit up it is, and crowded. Families, teenagers, and kids, who pass by, running. You take in the lights, the laughers. Monica laughs at something Christopher says, his arms around her shoulders. Jason had to bring his two toddler siblings, so he's walking a few feets away, carrying the two years old Michael on his arms and holding Melanie's hand, who's the five years old.

“Hey. Have you crossed paths with David? After he had his ass kicked?” Chris asks.

“No. And I hope it remains that way.”

“It's a small town, you'll bump into him eventually. But I think he won't bother you anymore.” He says and Monica nods.

“Yeah...”

“You and Billy dating yet?” Jason asks, making it clear he was paying attention.

“Not yet,” Monica answers before you can say anything. Rolling your eyes, you decide not to say argue.

Blushing a little, you touch Billy's earring around your neck. A smile comes to your lips, and you hope he'll be wearing his tomorrow... It's stupid, but it kinda makes you feel closer to him, even though he's not here.

You decide to follow Monica's advice, but you'll still be careful. You can do both.

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@chloe-skywalker @dpaccione @tilesandtokens

#imagine billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy stranger things #stranger things imagine #imagine stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader

[kyubbikyut]

WATER | JURIC

mental illness, abuse, blood, murder mentioned

juric stans where yall at

obsessive relationship ¡

juyeon suffered from OCPD but he didn't knew it. Currently he's in relationship with eric, his 20 year-old boyfriend. He had been always controlling eric, if eric didn't obeyed him, he'd hit him. he had abused him several times, actually.

Eric woke up that morning. Juyeon approached him and kissed eric's lips softly. " morning, baby, " eric smiled softly and he hugged juyeon.

"now go, shower. then we can go out to get something for breakfast," juyeon said and eric pouted. "five more minutes, please,"

"i said now," juyeon raised his voice. eric was currently in the 2nd year of college, he graduated earlier but he decided to re-study and re-took the exams.

eric bit his lower lips, listening to the other, he quickly got up and went to get ready for college. as usual, juyeon brought some food, then sent him off to school and he went back home doing house chores.

"eric, hey, how are you?" sunwoo asked. "I'm still sleepy," eric rubbed his eyes and bomin came over them. "you should get rid off him, bro, before its late,"

he said and there sanha came, all of them walked together to the class. "what's today's plan," sunwoo asked bomin. bomin was trying to solving some problematic mathematics questions.

" uhh, I have to get my homie back then I'm free." bomin said and put up his head. " cool, we can go drink or partying later," sunwoo smiled. eric whose eating the sandwiches quietly looked at them.

" can I follow too?" he asked, making the other three of his friends looked at him in disbelief. " why? " bomin looked back at his work paper and lightly screamed. "ah, fuck! I forgot the formula again," he said and quickly scribble the other paper.

"you knew how juyeon acted, right?" sunwoo asked. eric nods and he looked at sanha. "bro, I'm 100.000 percent sure. you'll not make it alive if he found out," sanha said and took a sip of his caprisun juice.

eric pouted and he looked at the problematic bomin whose trying to solving the questions. "bomin-ah, let me see them," eric said, trying to get rid off the topic they're talking about.

he hated when people talked bad about juyeon. he knew that his lover suffered from a mental illness. but he loved him so he promised to himself to make things better for him and juyeon.

he stared at the question and he shrugged. "bruh, bomin this is so simple how can you not do it, oh my gosh," _ "you're a genius, that's easy for you," bomin pouted.

they continued class as usual and went back home except for sunwoo and sanha who had their part-time job together at a local restaurant. sunwoo and eric raised their eyebrow.

" it's okay, I understand you," sunwoo said and eric nods. "he got hotter than usual," sunwoo squinted his eyes as he looked at juyeon. "shut up," eric grinned and walked to juyeon.

juyeon put his phone back in the pocket and hugged the younger. "how's class today?" juyeon asked. "it's great," eric smiled and juyeon caresses his cheeks lightly.

"let's go home, i made some apple pie for you," eric smiled and they walked to the car, getting home as quick as possible. then he putted his bag beside the study table, he grab his towel and went to shower. while juyeon in other hand, he reheated the mushroom soup that he cooked earlier and went to toast some breads.

"juyeonnie, can I.. ask you something?" eric stopped munching on his food and look at juyeon. "sure, sweetheart. what is it?" juyeon looked at eric with his sharp eyes, making eric almost scared to ask.

"well, my friends always went to parties and they're together all the time until late night," he said and juyeon hummed, telling the younger to continue his words.

"well by any chance, can I go together with them? I never go to any party," eric pouted, but his eyes shaked as juyeon puts his cutlery down. he started to shivered lightly.

"I've told you before, it's a no. if you want party, you have to go with me." juyeon said. "b-but those boys are sunwoo, bomin and sanha! you know them well too,"

"eric, I said no, no is enough" _ "freak, you didn't let me do anything! you treated me like I am your pet or something!" eric raised his voice. he then realised what he just said and did. "what? eric, you just raised your voice," juyeon said.

' fuck ' eric cussed in his thoughts. he probably knew what's going to happened. juyeon gets up as eric stayed there. he went to take a glass of hot water and put it on the table.

he walked passed eric as the younger trembles. he took out a rope and tied his hands back he pulled eric's hair harshly back, making him screamed a bit. he took a small cloth and put it inside eric's mouth, preventing him from screaming.

juyeon poured the hot water on eric's neck, eric screamed in pain into the clothes. he began to cried and screamed.

"are you okay?" sanha asked and eric could hummed as a response. he was wearing a grey hoodie that sunwoo once gave him on his birthday. but something was off because he was wearing a turtle neck and a facial mask.

"hey, what's wrong?" sunwoo checked on eric, he didn't see any new bruises on his hands though. eric pulled off them and walked away from them.

"eat," sunwoo gave him a leftover sandwich he gets earlier. "just a bit, come on," sunwoo said but eric kept shaking his head. bro, what's wrong?" bomin pulled off eric's mask.

"holy- eric! what did that shit do to you," they saw the skin of eric's neck that redder, probably getting burnt from the water. sunwoo pulled off the turtle neck quickly, they saw the scars too.

"he's going overboard," sunwoo said. "I thought he just beat you or something. bitch, he poured hot water on you," sunwoo cursed and he looked away.

"listen, we'll get you out from that hell, we promised," bomin said. "I'll help too," hyunjin appeared from nowhere. he's used to be eric's ex-boyfriend back then before he met juyeon.

"hyunjin.." eric whispered lightly. "we'll text you tonight, is that okay?" hyunjin asked. "he hold my phone after 12," eric said. hyunjin hummed. "it's okay, we can still text you, right?" sunwoo asked and eric nods. "okay here's the plan.."

that night the both was together, hugging and cuddling each other like nothing happened. suddenly eric's phone rang. it was around 9pm so he still can communicate with the other.

he picked up the phone. "first, go to a nearest room," bomin whispered lightly. eric got into the bathroom because they don't have any other room. eric opened up the shower. "great, now just wait,"

juyeon heard a knock from the door and he went to reach it. there's hyunjin in a delivery man cosplay while wearing a mask. "delivery for eric sohn?" juyeon nods and took the packaging bag from him.

something cool happened from the other side, bomin and sanha just entered the house from the main window and they quickly ran to a closet, hiding in them. juyeon put the package on the table. he knocked the bathroom door and went back to the couch.

eric walked out and went to kitchen. juyeon glances at him and looked back at the tv. eric peeked back and saw bomin and sanha. they all nods together as eric putted a large bowl and the stove and let it opened, then he walked back to juyeon.

bomin tried to move as his sleeve stucked on a hanger, he fell off and juyeon looked at them. " bomin? sanha?" he said weirdly. "what are you guys doing here?" juyeon said and grab eric's arm harshly, pulling him closer.

"fucker, don't do that to him," bomin cursed. "do what?" juyeon asked. "bruh you abused your fucking boyfriend," sanha said. they get into a mouth fight while sunwoo and hyunjin outside were planning a plan B.

eric was wearing an airpods but juyeon didn't realise. "eric, find the most sharp things nearer you, stab him! quick!" hyunjin said. eric could see a pair of scissors nearby him. he managed to take it and hide it.

juyeon in other hand were punching sanha, both of them were in fight. "eric, quick!" sunwoo said and he grabbed the scissors, he firmly hold them and he closed his eyes, stabbing juyeon's back.

he dropped the scissors and he fell. what did he just do? did he killed him? many thoughts came across eric's mind that time. bomin picked up eric and brought him out as they realised the house is getting foggy due to gas pipe leakage eric did earlier,

sanha pushed juyeon aside and they gets out. "eric! gosh thank god you're okay" sunwoo smiled. eric couldn't say anything as he couldn't stop thinking about juyeon.

"I'm sorry guys," eric said as they were sitting together quietly. "what do you mean?" sanha asked and eric looked at the house, he began to cry. he gets up slowly before running back to the house, he gets into the house and closed the window.

the other started to running off to eric, they tried to open the window but eric locked it. they can't do anything other than watch both of them dying because of the gas.

#eric #juyeon #juric

[evanbuckley-heartofgold]

Omg what a BLESSING to see Owen & TK fics. And amazing ones at that. Like, don't get me wrong I adore Tarlos but a healthy father-son relationships are so, so rare. So thank you for that!!!! I'm curious what would be your take on Owen + 9/11 PTSD and TK 👀👀

Oh my gosh thank you so much! This fandom is in desperate need of more Owen and TK content. I have another fic dealing with TK’s PTSD around 9/11 if you’re interested in that you can find it here!

Note: I did a little research on first responders’ PTSD after 9/11 and I tried to be as accurate as possible. 

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September 11 is the hardest day of the year for Owen. Every year on the anniversary, he finds that every little thing makes him think of his crew, the crew he couldn’t save. 

He remembers the way Donovan used to make a killer breakfast burrito, Jensen was the only one who could beat him at chess, Samuel kept a picture of his family in his turnout coat, Lee used to hum while cleaning the trucks, Davidson was the only one who could make the crew smile after a rough call, and Jones was the closest thing Owen ever had to a brother. 

And they’re all gone. 

Owen spends the eleventh the same way every year: he wakes up early and goes to church, lighting a candle for every member of his crew that lost their life on ground zero. He then goes to the station and does a little tidying up, just to be around his crew. After that, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. Sometimes he just stares at the wall blankly until TK comes and forces food down his throat. Sometimes he’ll hear a plane flying low and he won’t be able to drag himself out of the memories that flood his brain. And sometimes he takes a sleeping pill and knocks himself out for the rest of the day. 

It’s September eleventh for the first time since they moved to Austin. Owen wakes up feeling a thrum of anxiety in his chest. But he ignores it and numbly pulls himself out of bed to get dressed. In the kitchen he finds TK standing over the stove making pancakes. His son looks up at him with a sad smile as he pushes the plate towards him. 

“Eat up.” 

Owen ruffles his hair, “Thanks, kid.” 

As TK starts to eat his own breakfast he asks, “Are you going to church?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Do you want me to come with you?” TK asks every year. He’s gone with Owen a few times, but it’s been a few years since. 

Owen shakes his head, “You have a shift. I’ll be fine. I’ll stop by the station later to see everyone.” 

“You’ll call me if you need anything, right?” TK asks. 

“Of course,” Owen says. It’s not true. Owen hates relying on his son, it’s supposed to be the other way around. TK shouldn’t have to take care of him. “You better get going, huh?” 

TK checks his watch, “Yeah.” Giving his dad a quick hug, he says, “Love you.” 

“Love you too, kid.” 

After TK leaves and Owen has finished his breakfast. Owen pulls himself out of the chair and into his car. Austin has no shortage of churches, but Owen is partial to Grace and Judd’s church. He’s not much of a churchgoer, but today is the one day of the year that turns Owen into just as much of a godfearing man as the rest of Texas.

Once inside the church, Owen kneels, and quietly whispers the names of each person as he lights the candle for them. Once he’s done and about to begin prayer, he feels a hand on his shoulder and looks up to see the pastor behind him. 

“May I pray with you?” He asks. 

Owen nods and the pastor kneels down beside him and begins to lead Owen through the familiar prayer. 

“In the lord’s name, amen.”

“Amen,” Owen repeats. “Thank you, father.” 

The pastor smiles at him, “Judd told me to expect you today, it’s the least I can do.”

Owen smiles sadly. Of course the cowboy did. As much as Judd pretends, he’s really just a big softie. Owen thanks the pastor once more and heads to the station.

At the station, Mateo is the first to notice him from where he is working on top of the truck. Without saying anything, he jumps off the truck and hugs Owen tightly. Owen smiles and squeezes him back, “Thanks.” 

Mateo smiles and steps aside to let Owen walk further in. 

“Hey, cap.” Owen looks to where Marjan and Paul are walking down the stairs. “Didn’t expect to see you today,” Marjan remarks. 

He shrugs, “I just wanted to check in on you guys.” 

“We should be doing that for you,” Paul points out. “Are you doing okay?”

“As good as I can be,” Owen claps Paul on the shoulder with a ghost of a smile.

“We’re here for you, man, anything you need,” Judd promises having walked in from the lounge. 

“Thanks, Judd.” Owen smiles at the cowboy and looks around. “Do you know where my kid’s at?” Owen asks. 

“Uh, yeah, I think he’s in the kitchen.” 

Owen thanks Judd and walks to find TK who, just as Judd said is in the kitchen, grabbing a mug from the cabinet.

“Hey,” Owen alerts TK to his presence. His son turns around and smiles upon seeing his dad.

“How was church?” TK asks as he sets down the mug.

“It was nice, quieter than the ones in New York.” Owen leans back against the counter as his son starts to brew himself a cup of coffee. “Judd told the pastor I would be stopping by, it was nice to have him with me I guess.” 

“I can believe that. So what’s next? Are you heading home or...”

TK’s words fade away to background noise as the grinding of the coffee maker becomes louder and louder to Owen. He blinks slowly and suddenly he’s not in Texas anymore. 

“Haven’t you already had two cups?” Davidson teases, snatching the cup from Owen’s hands. “And you didn’t make me a single one? That’s cold.” 

Owen rolls his eyes and takes the mug back, “You are perfectly capable of making your own cup.” 

“Nah, I don’t think he is,” Lee laughs as he cuts up an apple. “I mean he has yet to learn how to properly put away his uniform-”

“That was one time!” Davidson shouts. “Give a guy a break!”

“No,” Owen gestures to Lee, “he’s got a point. I think the probie is sick of cleaning up after you.” 

“You’re darn right I am,” Jensen says.

“Okay, okay,” Owen mediates with a smile. “Look-”

“Holy shit!” Jones exclaims from the other room. “Cap! Guys! You gotta see this! A plane just crashed into the World Trade Center!”

Feet pound on concrete. Screams and cries and sirens are all around him. 

Owen is frozen, his heart echoes loudly in his ears, his lungs strain for air. 

“Dad, you’re safe. We’re in Texas at the station. You’re okay. We’re okay.” Owen distantly realizes that TK is kneeling on the ground in front of him, holding his hands tight. “Can you hear me?” Owen nods and hears TK exhale in relief, “Can you squeeze my hand?” Owen does. “Good, okay, you need to breathe. We’re at the 126. Everyone is safe. I’m right here.”

Owen takes his hand out of TK’s to wrap it around his son’s wrist, feeling the strong pulse there. 

“Dad?”

He closes his eyes and takes a long breath. “I’m okay?” Owen tells him. “I’m okay.” 

Wordlessly, TK wraps his arms around his dad and hugs him tight. “That was a pretty bad one, huh?” 

Owen shakes his head, “I’ve had worse.” Sometimes he watches his crew die over and over, sometimes he’s at their funerals, sometimes he’s telling their families, and sometimes it’s just happy memories. Memories are all he has left of them now.

“Do you want me to take you home?” TK asks, looking over him.

“I’m fine. You have to work.”

“No, he doesn’t.” Owen looks up to see Judd watching him from across the room, the rest of the crew behind him. “I called in replacements, go home, Strand. We’re okay here.”

“Thanks,” TK says and helps his dad to his feet. Owen lets his kid lead him out of the station, Judd squeezes his shoulder as he walks by. 

When they’re in the car, Owen turns to his son, “Thank you for that.” 

TK smiles at him, “Of course, you’d do it for me.” 

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