#i can't even speak without it getting all tremor-y

[kookie-doughs]

Again And Again

Portgas D Ace X Reader

-Amatsuki Y/N decided to stay in the future without her sister upon meeting a friend’s son.

Chapter 13.A: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Marco placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, I understand how you feel, but you need to remember that Sabo cares about you deeply. He made that choice willingly because he wanted to be there for you during your time of grief. It's not your fault that life dealt you this difficult hand. If you finally move on from Ace, then everything can go back."

You turn to Marco, you rest your head against his chest, and ask, "Marco, I want to move on… I want to live happily and do as he wanted me to do, but I don't know how. It feels like a part of me is stuck in the past, and I can't let go. I don't know what to do… I just want to go back. I don't want to hold anyone back..."

Placing a kiss on your temple, Marco rubbed soothing circles on your back, "You're not holding anyone back. Don't worry, you'll always have me on your side okay? You have me, Sabo, Luffy, and everyone."

After staying in his arms for a while, you let him go and smile. You left and walk to the only place you found absolute comfort in.

Sitting beside Ace's grave once again, as you do every day, you pour your heart out to him, recounting the events of your day. Looking out to the vast sea, you can't help but feel a mixture of emotions. You take a deep breath, gathering the courage to ask the question that has been lingering in your mind.

"Ace, I've been visiting you here every day. I hope you can feel how much I miss you," you begin, your voice soft and heartfelt. "I wanted to talk to you about something that's been on my mind..."

You pause, giving yourself a moment to collect your thoughts. "It's about moving on. You know, I don't want to leave you behind or forget you. I could never do that."

With a slight tremor in your voice, you continue, "You were such an important part of my life, and you still are. I know you'd want me to be happy and live my life to the fullest. But... I don't want you to ever feel lonely, Ace. If I leave, would you be okay?"

As you speak, a gentle breeze seems to sweep through the area, as if nature itself is responding to your words. It brings a sense of comfort and reassurance, almost as if Ace is telling you it's okay to find happiness and move forward.

"I'll never forget you, Ace. I love you. Always." you say with tears in your eyes. "I promise you, no matter what, you'll always be a part of my life, and I'll keep loving you."

As you finish speaking, you feel a sense of peace settling over you. It's as if you've received a silent blessing from Ace, happy at your decision to find happiness once more. With a small smile, you place your hand on the gravestone, feeling a connection to Ace that will never fade.

In that moment, you realize that your love for Ace will always be a part of you, guiding you on your journey, even as you open your heart to new possibilities and continue to live a life filled with meaning and purpose.

~

"Sabo, are you sure this is the right decision?" Marco asks softly, his gaze shifting between you and Sabo. "I mean, Y/N, leaving like this... it's a big step."

Sabo places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, his voice filled with compassion. "Marco, I understand your concern, but we have to respect Y/N's choice. They need time to find their own path and heal from everything that's happened."

You look up at Sabo and Marco, grateful for their understanding. "I appreciate your support, both of you. But I need to do this. I need to move forward."

Marco nods, his eyes softening. "Alright, we won't stop you. Just promise us you'll take care of yourself, okay? And remember, we will always be here for you whenever you're ready to come back. Don't forget to call all the time!"

"Marco," Sabo cuts him. "She's not going to be gone forever."

You laughed, "I'll be fine Marco. Jinbe will help me get to Fishman safely."

Sabo pulls you in a hug. "I'm so proud of you."

Returning his hold you rest your head against his shoulder, "I'll get better. I have to. Ace wouldn't like it otherwise."

"Why did you chose Fishman Island though?" Marco asked.

"The old man used to protect Fishman Island, and with him gone, someone else has to step up," you say to him, feeling a sense of determination. "It's one of the most targeted islands too. But most importantly, that was where Ace," You chuckle at the memory. "He didn't want to pass through Fishman since he owed a lot of money at the Mermaid Cafe."

As the memory of Ace brought a smile to your face, you couldn't help but notice how far you've come since his passing. Sabo and Marco, who were standing nearby, shared a knowing glance, acknowledging the positive change in you.

When Jinbe came to pick you up with his crew, Marco and Sabo loaded your stuff on their ship. You wave them goodbye, and ask they send your regards to Luffy.

As you venture to Fishman Island with Jinbe's crew, he warns you about the situation on the island. He explains that Big Mom's Pirates have been stalking the island, and their presence poses a significant threat to the island and its inhabitants.

As you arrive on Fishman Island, you find a thriving community and a lively atmosphere. But you also sense the undercurrent of danger lurking beneath the surface. The island has faced its share of challenges, and you realize that it needs someone to protect and ensure its safety.

As you stand amidst the busy streets of Fishman Island, the memories of Ace flood your mind once again. The vibrant colors and lively atmosphere around you seem to blur as tears well up in your eyes. It's as if time has momentarily folded, and you find yourself transported back to a cherished moment from the past.

You can practically see him now—Ace running out of the mermaid cafe, his mouth full of food, and you right by his side, laughing and scolding at his actions. The sight of his contagious smile and carefree spirit warms your heart, but it also tugs at the strings of longing and sorrow.

Your hand instinctively reaches for your heart, feeling the emptiness left by his absence. "Ace," you whisper, your voice barely audible amidst the bustling sounds of the island.

As you gaze at the familiar surroundings, you can't help but recall the laughter, the adventures, and the love you shared with him. The streets, once filled with joy and companionship, now hold a bittersweet tinge, reminding you of the bond you had and the void he left behind.

But even in the midst of grief, a sense of gratitude washes over you. Gratitude for the memories, the laughter, and the love that you and Ace shared. Gratitude for the moments that built you and the impact he had on your life.

With a heavy heart and a tear-streaked face, you take a deep breath, finding solace in the knowledge that his memory lives on within you. Though he's no longer physically present, his spirit and the love you shared endure, guiding you on your journey and shaping the choices you make.

As the streets of Fishman Island continue to bustle with life, you let the memories of Ace fill you with strength and hope. With the promise of new connections, you're ready to face the future, knowing that Ace will forever be a part of you—his spirit running alongside you on every step of the adventure-filled path ahead.

Closing your eye you smile to yourself, "I'm gonna be happy... I love you. Always."

Previous | Masterlist | Optional Next

Guys hiiiii this is the ending >< the optional next is if youre unsatisfied with *this* ending it continues from this chapter if you dont read it thats fine thank you for your support <3 ily guyssss

This was the original ending I wrote but after I got out of my sad ending phase i went and wrote the other ending and the optional next. I prefer this over the others but ykyk

-kookiedoughs

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Faceless Fixation {Sal Fisher}: Coffee? [4]

Me, Larry, and Todd are quietly sitting and waiting for Ash to convince Sal to join the voice chat. Apparently, the prick has never gotten angry enough to leave the chat before, so Ash is going nurse his bruised ego back to health. I laughed about it, but no one else found it that funny. I get it. I guess.

So I sit with my headset on and my arms crossed over my chest with Call of Duty's Warzone loaded on my screen. Todd and Larry haven't said a word-- I almost wonder if they're muted.

I hear some Discord notifications, then Ash's over-exaggerated sigh. I sit up quickly, uncrossing my arms as I prepare to get into another argument with Sally.

Instead of feeling remorseful or even guilty, I feel energetic to the point where I have to remind myself that stooping down to his level isn't a good thing. But it still feels so damn good.

"Alright everyone," Ash says. When she's serious, she always says 'alright' in that exhausted, slightly disappointed tone. "We're having a meeting. Call this therapy because, clearly, some of you fuckers need it!"

I hold my breath and my stomach turns with excitement as words just leave my mouth without command. "Yea, I'm sure Sally needs some therapy after that burn. It's okay, buddy. We all support you."

"Y/--" Ash chokes on the first syllable of my name and I hold my breath again, but this time it's not out of eagerness. Fuck, I guess that one was a warning for me to just shut the fuck up from the universe.

Thankfully, Ash spits out a random word that starts with the same sound as the beginning of my name. It's random enough and the others are used to it, so no one says anything.

"Dammit, Vi!" Ash tries again, a tremor in her voice. I gulp, chewing on my bottom lip anxiously. That was way too close, but it's my own fault. "This is serious. Sally's pissed off and the two of you are way too hostile. This needs to end, or tone it down a bit at least."

My mouth feels dry and sticky as the guilt I wasn't feeling earlier starts to pick at my brain. I don't want to feel bad because if anyone should feel bad, it's Sal. He's a dick to me for no reason and it's fueled every one of my reactions. That's exactly why we're having a damn group intervention right now.

But, then again, all we're doing is giving Ash, Larry, and Todd a hard time. I genuinely don't want to do that. I feel selfish realizing that I've ignored how they may be feeling over the situation.

I chew on my lip and try to bite back my pride because the truth of the matter is that I need to apologize. My insides burn and I swear I'll make my lip bleed, but it's for the good of the group, right? Sal will let up, and maybe we'll even become friends. Right?

"Sally," I say with a sigh, trying to push away the slight sarcasm that leaks through my words. Fuck, it physically pains me to have to do this. "Listen, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... done or said what I did. Can we, maybe, start over?"

I hear a scoff. My eyes narrow and my head clears. It's a moment of clarity for me-- not quite an epiphany, but a full second of time where I accept reality. It's a point in my life where I ditch any original plan I had just come up with.

"Shut up," Sally's voice bites out. Then he sighs heavily. "You're not my friend and there is no do-over. The only thing that's saving you right now is that I refuse to let you tear apart everything me, Ash, Larry, and Todd have built up. You will not get in the way. You're just an obstacle on my righteous path of life." His voice is confident, even amused as he speaks rather than the instant aggression he originally addressed me with.

I tilt my head and swallow thickly, "You know what?" I say, adopting a clear and gentle voice. Honestly, I'm kind of tired of fighting with him by now because he can't overlook whatever bullshit he's starting. He's a brick wall. At the same time though, I see how things must look to him. I'm some random person who's causing trouble-- a possibility that could break up the group he's worked so hard on. If I were in Sally's place, I'd feel threatened too. "That's fine by me. I have no intentions of breaking up your group-- I never have. I just want to get to where you guys are, make some friends in the process. I mean no harm."

"You do know that offering to choke on my cock is the quickest way to break up a group, right?" Sally snorts, his voice filled with accusation and humor.

So he finds this entire thing funny now. And for once, he scores a point. I can only win for so long, I suppose.

A blush tinges my cheeks and I pinch my lips together. He's managed to embarrass me and spew the truth at the same time. I can't fucking stand him, but I respect the accomplished attempt. I'm a fair person. He gets two points in my book for that one, but he doesn't have to know I respect him.

"So you don't want your dick in my mouth?" I ask, cocking an eyebrow even though he can't see it.

"Can you both just stop?" Ash says tiredly, clearly exasperated.

The reminder that I'm probably stressing all of my friends out makes me see rationally again, so I swallow back whatever else I was going to say.

"Sorry guys, I'm done with it. Let's play some games," I say, forcing a smile on my face. It's a facade to try and feel like I'm actually enjoying myself and not acting like a total bitch.

"I'm not done," Sally's voice comes in and his claim makes me sit up in my chair. No point in that, I'm just watching my character walk around with a gun at the ready-- nothing else. But it felt right to sit up-- to have a physical reaction. He never fails to fucking shock me.

"You've never seen my face, but you want my dick so damn bad, don't you?" he continues, chuckling at the end, like he genuinely can't help but find our situation funny. Probably because he knows he's beat me out on this game.

I sigh, and force myself to fight off the painful urge to kill his pride right now. I want to put him in his place so bad, but in the grand scheme of things, Sally means nothing. He has nothing to do with my future, nor will he be in it.

"That's highly inappropriate, Sally," I say softly, wincing at the obviously fake tone. "Let's just play, okay?"

Sally hums, the sound sending chills down my spine. It's sarcastic, it's meant to get under my skin, but fuck it feels good. I'm shocked into stillness for a moment, recalling the way his skin felt beneath my fingertips a few days ago. The way he spoke to me kindly, softly. His attractive mannerisms, his tattoos, and the look in his eyes when they met mine.

I shake myself out of the moment, taking a deep breath to quell the uncomfortable flutters in my chest.

"Let's play, then," he purrs, the sound of his voice digging into every inch of me in, unfortunately, all the best ways. "Just remember, if you end up with my cock in your hands, it's your position in jeopardy here, not mine."

Why is everyone so fucking silent?

Having to ignore his remark as quietude ensues around us makes me physically heat up. I've done a lot of averting and ignoring tonight and I can only do it for so much longer.

"The second you all start talking is when this ends," I snap harshly. "So talk."

"Yes, ma'am. Starting my stream now," Larry chuckles. It takes that instant of pure hilarity from my friend to realize that he genuinely has no issue with what we're doing. If anything, I think he may enjoy it. At least that's one person off my list of worries-- I'm not sure about Todd's stance. Ash has made her opinion clear.

We stay quiet out of respect for Larry, Todd, Ash, and Sally as they do their short introductions. I grow nervous as Ash closes her own intro up because that means I'm next.

There's no telling if anyone will even join my Twitch stream. I have hardly any followers anywhere, I've just started out. I don't even know what to say or do either. Todd and Larry had to break their backs trying to help me figure out how to work Twitch to begin with. The beginning of our Discord call was spent with panic and aggravated sighs.

"We have our sweet VioletViolence with us today and she'll be streaming for the first time too!" Ash chirps sweetly, addressing the fucking elephant in the room. "You know how to start everything up, baby?"

"Err," I spit out nervously, feeling around my keyboard for now reason at all as I start up my own stream. A spear of anxiousness travels through my system and I squint my eyes, wishing I could take it back.

But what helps is that ten people join the stream at the same exact time. From there, people join one by one every second or so.

This is real. I'm even more nervous now, but I'm hyped up over the fact that I won't be sitting in a barren stream.

"Uh, hi everyone. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing," I giggle, swiping a hand through my hair and releasing a shaky breath.

Ash giggles and Todd snorts.

"It's okay," Todd says reassuringly despite his somewhat monotone voice. "Introduce yourself and kind of go with what feels right from there."

If Sally was speaking at all right now, this wouldn't be going as smoothly. Another aggravating thing I respect about him, I guess.

"Thanks, Todd," I say sweetly, grinning as I look over a few comments on my screen. "My name is VioletViolence, and I don't have a cool trademark line yet, but I guess I'll say something ridiculous at some point. Welcome to my stream though, we're chaotic here and it's bound to get spicy eventually."

My eyes glance over a comment talking about Sally and how the person loves our banter, so I snort over it, scrunching my eyebrows. "That's cute," I laugh good-naturedly. "I think Sally would raise hell if he saw someone talking about our arguments as banter. Regardless, I'm glad you like it. It does get pretty fun."

An influx of comments come in and I lean back in my seat, grimacing. I should have stayed quiet.

"Banter!?" Sally exclaims over the mic, his voice cracking under the shock. "I can't stand this bitch!"

I roll my eyes, a smile pulling at my lips. He's such a literal cunt, but people love it.

"Awe, you love me. Don't lie," I coo, clicking on a couple things on my screen. Impatiently waiting to finish yelling at Sally so I can lose myself in Call of Duty. Kill bitches, feel better. "You couldn't shut up about having your dick in my mouth two minutes ago."

Sally grumbles, some aggression hidden in his deep voice that makes me giddy for a good fight instantly. "You're putting words into my mouth, dumbass. Get it right-- you're the one who offered to suck me off."

"Mmm," I hum, licking my lips. "You've read me wrong. I didn't offer, but you seemed intrigued by the thought and kept the topic alive. I'm sure you'd prefer something other than my fingers in your mouth, too, wouldn't you?"

"Oh, bi--" Sally's voice has real edge to it before he gets cut off by Larry. For a moment, I was a little worried he might try and find me to argue this out in person. The harshness of his voice actually made me flinch.

But now that it's over, the adrenaline rush feels fantastic.

"Oookay, that's enough you two. You gave the audience what they want. Let's move on," Larry actually cackles, loading up a new game. "Anyway, Vi! You any good at COD?"

I give Larry my best little evil laugh and scroll through my gun options. "Oh, I eat ass at this game so prepare yourselves," I say, clicking on my best options-- the options I know well enough, in and out, to really show what I've got. Call of Duty is the first game I've ever played, which means I've had plenty of time to get used to it.

"Is... that a good or bad thing?" Todd asks, genuine curiosity and a little bit of fear in his voice. The absurdity makes me want to laugh.

With a smile, I join the game with my friends and prepare to show up every single person in this lobby. "It means my skills are gonna leave you incapacitated for weeks. This tongue game is just as serious as my thumb game."

Ash, Larry and Todd burst into uncontrollable laughter, big sighs and choking the only thing I can hear for a bit. I didn't think it was that funny, but they did so that makes me smile excitedly. I'll have to keep working on my humor, but this is a start, isn't it?

I glance over at my twitch stream and note that 2,036 people are watching me right now and my comments are wild over the words I just said, one of them saying that I've already found my catchphrase.

I'm playing a game with over two thousand people in attendance to watch me kick ass. This feels amazing, but scary all at the same time. I have to watch what I say and do. The world is a beautiful place, but it's a haunting one too. One wrong move and shit can end just as quickly as it's begun.

I address some of my comments, grinning as our game starts and I hide myself behind a corner for a moment, listening to Ash yell at Larry to stop laughing.

"You guys like my serious tongue and thumb game? That got you?" I giggle, tilting my head curiously.

A ton of comments come in stating that they do, in fact, like the claim. "So what if I replace serious with dangerous?" I ask, spotting an unfortunate soul crossing my path.

"Fuck!" Sally exclaims suddenly, a lot of clicking and huffing going on on his end of the call. "I need help, some asshole's lighting me up."

Larry harrumphs, "A bro in need is a bro indeed," he says. "On my way!"

The phrase makes me laugh as I take off in Sally and Larry's direction as well, targeting who I can along the way. "You sure it isn't me kicking your ass?" I ask.

"That'd be cute wouldn't it?" Sally snaps, his voice grating. "Too bad you can't target group members in this setting. Otherwise, you'd be dead."

"Bold of you to assume I'm not already dead," I say sweetly, veering around a corner and finally spotting both boys.

"I wish you were." Sally grunts out, sighing exasperatedly.

"If I was, then you'd be dead, too." My tone is serious for a moment. Sally Face really was drowning in opponents and they were gunning him down bad, so I take out the last two to my left while Larry and Sally handle the others.

Sally's character spins around as I do and he notes my presence. I can't see him and I'm nowhere near him in person, but I can just smell his rage from across this continent that we both reside on.

"Fuck off," he bites out.

"I think you'd prefer to... fuck on," I can't help the smirk that envelops my face at the dumb joke. Sally doesn't find it funny, but my viewers, Larry, Ash, and Todd giggle at it.

Then an enemy pops up behind Sally while he's struggling to find something to say and the worst happens. Sally goes down in an instant-- I couldn't save him in time but I do avenge him by finishing the enemy. Friend or not, Sally is my teammate.

The issue is that he's dead because of me. Oops.

"Shit, sorry," I murmur, hot-cheeked and chewing my lips in embarrassment. I know he's going to be pissed.

"Dumb bitch," he spits out. "You just have to argue over everything."

Ew. Gross. "I apologized, asshat. Get over it. I was in the wrong, it happened, it's over. Don't be a dick," I grunt out, a little disgusted over his instant reaction as I keep playing with Ash, Larry, and Todd.

"Yea man, low blow," Larry murmurs.

"The two of you need to tone down the hostility. It's funny when it's friendly, but you went a bit far, Sally," Todd says matter-of-factly.

Fuck, his friends defending me is just going to piss him off even more.

"Yea, okay," Sally huffs out, less than pleased but forced to hold up a facade for the sake of his fans. I can only imagine what he's going to say when we end our streams later. "I'm going get coffee."

There's that damn accent. It's so nice and steals my attention immediately. The stupid way he says 'coffee' is so damn distracting that I can't stop myself from saying, "Wait, Sally, say that again."

The fear that erupts in my body gets me killed too. Everything goes to chaos for a moment, Larry yelling as I try to save myself, me panic running and still losing, then my comment section absolutely losing their minds.

Damn him. He could have just said something like "be back in a second." Why did he have to say the word 'coffee?'

I take a breath as I watch my dead body on my screen. Larry is breathing hard, Ash let out a little "oop" and Todd is off dominating elsewhere. Hopefully, Sally left before he could hear what I said.

That would be the best case scenario considering it was a moment of weakness for me. Please, let him be gone.

Of course he isn't though.

"What?" Sally suddenly asks, voice scrutinizing like he's trying to understand what just went on. The rest of the group is immersed in the game, so I lean back in my chair with wide eyes and a defeated little huff.

"What do you mean, what?" I ask nervously. Right now, Sally and I's viewers are just listening to us. This is a bad moment with no outside distractions to move us on to some other topic.

"You told me to say something again. What did you want me to say?" he says, seemingly short-fused. He's acting like he's sparing me just this once, like he's giving me a little break. The bastard.

I swallow thickly, squeezing my eyes shut as I try to remind myself that I really need to play up my act. No one can see how fucking embarrassed I am, so I can't let them hear that I am, especially Sally. "It doesn't matter. I thought you said something different."

"You sure?" Sally asks, a meticulous edge to his raspy voice. I shiver for what feels like the hundredth time tonight. He's too good with the way he speaks-- not specifically the words, but the way he uses them. "Did the accent get you?"

Dammit. This mustn't be the first time he's gotten shit about the way he says some things.

I try desperately hard to hold back a groan. What else should I say? How can I deflect-- deny? I... don't think I can.

"Yea," I improvise, bringing my fingers to my lips. "It sounded... cool. Where are you from?"

Sally and I have never had a normal conversation before so trying to initiate one to save my own ass is awkward. I don't know how to talk to him like a normal person.

Sally snorts. "Yea. I get bitches with the accent. Wish you were next?"

I roll my eyes and drop my hand back to my table. "You're such an ass. I was just trying to make casual conversation, you know?"

"That's not a 'no,'" he chuckles lowly and I feel like I'm going to fall apart. He needs to contain this asshole-ish, aggressive flirting because it's tearing me apart. It fills me with rage, but attracts me to him at the same time. I've never hated a guy's charm more than I do his.

"It's a no. I do not want you, Sally Face," I rush out, attempting to keep any hostility out of my voice even if it's incredibly hard. "Just tell me where you're from."

"Nope. I don't see why that's relevant when there are more important topics, such as your very obvious attraction to me." Sally quips, laughing lightly like he enjoys terrorizing me. He definitely enjoys it.

"Oh, really?" I grit out. "You keep bringing up this attraction you think I have for you, so are you sure it isn't the other way around?"

"More than. I've never seen you before. How could I be attracted to you? Not to mention, your personality is utter shit." Sally's insult is fired back at me angrily. Every time he's not in control, he gets pissed off. All I have to do is flip the switch on him, huh?

"Oh, there's no need to lie, Sally," I antagonize. "What about when I sent photos on Discord earlier? You disappeared then came back so, so angry. Were you just upset that you thought I was hot? What happened there?" If he can play this game, then I can, too. Fuck moving on, I'll bring up the past if it just so happens to be in my favor.

"I disappeared because there were more important things to do. You just think so highly of yourself, don't you? You think you're the center of attention. I saw your bullshit in the chat and left to get some water while everyone else hyped you up for no reason." Sally's smart, I'll give him that. He's quick with his rebuttals and he knows how to make me fucking itch.

For example, he pulled out his trump card-- that fucking accent again. He said 'water' on purpose. And no, I'm not hearing anyone out. Of course he said that on purpose.

No, I'm not just losing my mind because he's hot and and irking me all at once. I'm fine.

Before a syllable can even leave my mouth, Ash pipes up and cuts our argument short.

To say I'm fuming and yearning for Sal's neck in my hands is an understatement. And I'm not even quite sure how I want his neck in my grasp-- to assert dominance or to actual wring him fucking breathless.

"Hey, you fuming little fairies," Ash chirps with a giggle. "We won. Let's start a new game."

"No thanks to the bitch in the chat, of course," Sally's sighs. I can hear the mocking smile in his voice. "But yea, new game."

Things are getting worse, not better.

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[astorytotellyourfriends]

“zipping up love interest’s dress” for peterpatter!

(reggie in skirts/dresses always 💕)

Anonymous asked: zipping up love interest's dress + "do you know how beautiful you are?" for Caleb/Reggie because Reggie deserves pretty things

Anonymous asked: zipping up love interest's dress (or skirt) for Reggie/Willie because we all know both of them could rock it.

i could not believe that 3 different anons asked for this prompt with a Reggie ship (tho tbh i guess it makes sense given my penchant for Reggie in pretty things) so i hope you guys don’t mind that i combined them and turned it into a... sort of... Reggie/everyone??

-x-

Reggie's trying not to panic but it's becoming increasingly hard not to. What seemed like a good idea is now a terrible idea that's staring him right in the face and Reggie wants to cry.

He closes his eyes and tries to breathe normally, but the shake in his limbs doesn't go away. He tries again, sucking in a deeper breath as he squeezes his eyes shut even tighter, but the tremors still remain.

And none of this help the ache in his wrists from holding his arms behind his back in an attempt to get the worst zipper in the history of fashion pulled up the back of his dress.

What's worse is that his bandmates are just a shout away but Reggie does not want their help. He knows if he would just speak up, just ask for help, they'd be here in a heartbeat. He's nervous enough about this gig without adding to his shame about not being able to zip up a fucking dress.

No matter how many times he tries, he can't get the zipper to move.

A sharp cry slips out in a fit of desperation, and mere seconds later Reggie hears the telltale sound of footsteps rushing over before there's a knock at the door.

"Reg?" Luke's voice carries through the door. "You okay?"

"Y-Yeah," he calls back, cursing the way his voice trembles. "I'm fine, I'm just--"

"Do you need help?"

Reggie bites back a whine as he hears Willie's voice. It's bad enough for Luke to see him like this, but now Alex's ridiculously hot boyfriend too? Reggie's going to have to live with this humiliation for months.

"I just…" Reggie finally lets go of the traitorous zipper and spins around to open the door a crack, knowing full well that his face is ridiculously red from both exertion and embarrassment, and avoids looking either Luke or Willie in the face. "I can't get the zipper to… zip."

Luke frowns. "Reg."

"I should be able to--!" Reggie huffs and scrubs at his face with his hand that's not holding the dress up to his chest. "It's so stupid, I'll just--"

"Let us help," Willie says with a tentative step forward, making Reggie blush even more.

Reggie gives in, resigning himself to his embarrassment hanging over him for the rest of the night (or the rest of his life, probably) and lets both Luke and Willie coax him further out of the bathroom so that they can get a good look at the cursed zipper.

"Okay," Luke murmurs to himself. He directs Willie to hold the dress together at Reggie's back while Reggie presses both of his hands against his face, using his elbows to keep the front of the dress pinned to his chest.

"Watch out for--" Willie starts as Luke grabs the zipper.

"I know, I see it," Luke says as he pushes the tulle at the back of the dress out of the way, but it's no use. The zipper still won't budge.

"It's getting caught," Willie says as he takes one of his hands away from Reggie's back, and Reggie swallows down another embarrassed cry.

"Guys…" he tries to say, but it barely comes out above a whisper.

"No, I can get it," Luke insists. "I just have to--"

"Careful!" Willie hisses.

"You're blocking it, I can't see--"

"Guys," Reggie whimpers.

"Just hold on, Reg, we've almost--"

"Gentlemen, it's--"

Reggie looks to the doorway of the green room and wants to die right now on this very spot. The club promoter, Caleb, is standing there with a curious look on his face as he stares at the three of them, obviously wondering what the hell they're doing.

An awkward silence settles over the four of them and Reggie wishes he'd never bought this stupid dress in the first place. He should've just gone with one he already had, one he knew he could zip up without any issues, instead of trying to impress… well, anyone.

"Having some trouble?" Caleb asks. Reggie's surprised to hear the genuine concern in his voice, which does absolutely nothing to help him feel anything less than completely mortified.

"The…" Luke clears his throat, "...the zipper's stuck."

"May I?"

Reggie swallows hard upon realizing that Caleb's addressing him specifically, but he can't bring himself to speak. He nods instead, praying that whatever's about to happen is over soon.

Luke and Willie step aside to let Caleb get a good look at the zipper, and Reggie readjusts his grip on the front of his dress. He closes his eyes, silently chanting come on come on to himself in the hopes that he can hold it together until this is finished.

After tonight, he's definitely going to hole up in his apartment for a week or two. Maybe a month.

Caleb hums; the seconds ticking by like hours as Reggie waits for him to do something, anything. He jumps when he feels Caleb's finger tuck over the zipper, brushing against his lower back for a fraction of a second.

"Sorry," Caleb breathes out as he tugs the dress away from Reggie's skin, presumably to ensure that he doesn't make the same mistake twice.

"It's okay," Reggie croaks, feeling goosebumps spring up all over.

Another minute passes and Reggie feels a few more tugs at the back of his dress. He's a heartbeat away from telling Caleb to forget it, that he'll just put something else on, but then the zipper starts moving up his spine.

He shivers and breathes out sharply as Caleb finishes pulling the zipper up all the way and then gently touches Reggie's hip.

"There we go," he says, making Reggie shiver again when his voice sounds dangerously close to his ear.

"Th-Thank you," Reggie manages to say as Caleb pulls his hand away. Reggie starts to turn around to look at him, but Caleb's already moving back towards the door.

"Five minutes, gentlemen," he says, his voice sounding far more professional than it did a moment ago. He doesn't even spare them another look before he slips through the door, passing by Alex on his way in.

A bewildered look passes over Alex's face as he stares after Caleb and then turns to the other three. Reggie presses his hand to his cheek and glances at Luke and Willie, who are staring at him like they can't tear their eyes away.

"Did I miss something?" Alex asks.

"No," Reggie answers quickly, shaking his head. "Just needed a little help," he adds with a deep breath, hoping he sounds calm despite the pounding in his chest.

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Your writing is amazing!! “I think we should get married, it’s about time.” With our man man Paul 💕

Your breathing was irregular and your hands were shaking slightly.

The doctor had just checked you out and you couldn't believe what he had told you, but the worst part was thinking about how you would say it to Paul.

You and the heir to House Atreides had a... particular relationship, so to speak. And you knew perfectly well that you weren’t liked by his parents or any member of the council. You were a "simple whim" as everyone called you and they would never allow you to get beyond a simple fleeting courtship. They would kill you rather than let Paul waste his life on you.

"Lady Y/N" spoke the maid. The only one that your parents could afford "A young man is waiting for you at the door"

"Tell him to come in," you said quickly, while you brusquely wiped the tears with the back of your hand. The woman withdrew and a few seconds later you looked at a curly boy walking through your bedroom door without even asking.

"Hello," he said kindly, but with concern plastered all over his face "How are you?" he exclaimed, because in the message you had sent his you had expressed the urgency with which you needed to see him. His hands went to yours almost by inertia and he felt the slight tremor in them.

"Paul..." you tried to explain, but you immediately broke down crying and threw yourself into his arms. He held you firmly and you heard his heart beating fast, still not understanding what was happening.

"Y/N" he called you softly, hugging you more against him "Please tell me what's wrong," he asked in a whisper. His skin felt so familiar and his breath so warm that he only made you shiver even more.

You cried in his arms for a long time, until you had the will to calm down a bit, and you were finally able to say a few words.

"We made a mistake" was all you could say, between sobs. He was still looking at you with a confused expression and when you took hold of one of his hands and placed it on your belly all his brow contorted until it ended in amazement.

"Are you…?"

"Yes" you answered and the tears came again, falling uncontrollably down your cheeks "Please forgive me, I don't know what to do and I..."

"We are going to have a child," he expressed as if he needed to say it out loud to assimilate it.

"I will understand if you do not want to give your last name and if your parents don’t agree I won’t complain..."

"We are going to have a child" he repeated and suddenly he looked at you with the biggest smile you could ever see on his face. "We are going to have a child!" he yelled at you with joy, as he lifted you up and flipped you through the air.

When your feet hit the floor again you couldn't be more in awe.

"Aren't you upset?"

"You are crazy? Why should I be?" he asked happily. His eyes were slightly crystallized "You have a ‘mini me’ in your belly right now" he observed and you sobbed again, incredulous of the reaction he had had.

"Oh, Paul..." you whispered and then wrapped your arms around him. That man couldn't be more perfect. You found yourself crying in his arms again, but now the feeling was one of relief combined with joy.

"We have to think of a name," he said excitedly, separating and cupping your cheeks "Do you think it's a boy or a girl?"

"We still can't know that" you laughed and he wiped your tears with his thumb, still smiling at you.

"I think we should get married, it's about time" he confessed to you and you felt that your heart was going to leave your chest.

And you understood that as long as you had the love of that man, nothing bad could happen to you. Neither of you two.

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reaper ; — k.hj x reader

pairing: hongjoong x reader, platonic wooyoung x reader

wc: 5k

notes: i guess this is horror? pft. idk. mild violence. set in the late 80s? early 90s? technology isn't prevalent here so- yeah. probably needs to be proofread but i'm too sleepy as of now. maybe tomorrow. also, happy hongjoong day 🤍

synopsis: after an accident leaves three of your friends dead and one in a coma, you and wooyoung struggle with living expenses and piling medical bills. in the midst of it all, you’re stalked by strangers who resemble your deceased friends.

"Bad day at the tavern, Woo?" You asked, arms wrapping around the black-haired man who stood over the stovetop. A gentle fire simmered the stew he was cooking, a thin sheen of oil and spices pooling on the surface. He nodded with a grim frown and tight jaw, shoulders tense as he stirred a ladle into the pot.

"Got in a fight with some asshole who thought he didn't have to pay for shit," he grumbled back. You frowned at the sight of a bruise on his jaw, and he caught your gaze before scoffing incredulously.

"Don't look at me like that. This is nothing," he quipped hastily, voice thin with resignation.

"I think I have some leftover ointment for that," you sighed, turning away to fetch the item. After dinner, the two of you sat in silence as you tended to his bruises and cuts, your brows furrowing into a glare as you wrapped his finger with scraps of linen you managed to find," You should be more careful with people like that."

"We need the money," he retorted gently, "Mr. Lee would've taken it out of my paycheck if I had let the guy go without paying."

"At the expense of you getting hurt?" He ignored the glare you sent his way.

"We need every silver coin and more right now, y/n," he exhaled softly, leaning back against the old headboard of your bed, "Yeosang's medical bills aren't getting cheaper, and we promised the landlord we'll pay her this month." He groaned, reaching up to massage his temple with a tight frown, "And I can't keep making you work two shifts every day. I see the toll it's having on you."

"I told you I'm fine," you gave him a hard stare, defensively crossing your arms above your chest, "We both work overtime, so it won't be fair of me to just throw all the responsibility on you."

He gave you a tired smile, eyes fluttering shut as he hummed back a reply. Bringing you into his arms, he placed a gentle kiss onto your temple, before cradling your head against his chest while laying down, "I'll always be grateful to still have you with me."

Wooyoung sleeping in your bed alongside you became a silent agreement of some sort months ago when he couldn't bear to sleep alone in the other room he and Yeosang shared. Since then, the two of you found comfort in each other's arms, so much so that it became difficult to sleep without the warmth of his arms wrapped securely around your frame every night.

You sat in a comfortable silence, eyes closed as you relaxed back in your seat while holding Yeosang's delicate hand. The occasional beep of the IV machine and other monitors filled the air of the small room. You peek one eye open to look at Wooyoung, his back turned to you as he gazes out of the window. Neither of you speak for a while.

"You really think the doctor's words are guaranteed? That he'll wake up soon?"

You watched from your spot as Wooyoung leaned over the blonde-haired male, his hands brushing the hair away from his closed eyes. He appeared to be in a very deep and peaceful slumber.

"Yeah. I'm sure–.. I know he will. Things will get better for all of us," he drawled out tiredly, a soft smile finding itself onto his visage as he turned to gaze at your hand grasping Yeosang's limp one, eyes puffy from his crying session last night, "I know it."

An hour later, a nurse peeks her head in to politely state that you two have exceeded your visiting time. The two of you bid your friend farewell and left the hospital.

"I'm actually going to run by the cemetery real quick before my shift starts," you explained while walking down the road with the other by your side, half frozen autumn leaves crunching beneath your boots.

Wooyoung pulled you into a tight hug, hand reaching up to tussle your locks, "Alright, please be careful. I'll see you later, alright?," he readjusted the scarf around your neck with his gloved hands, "We'll have fried fish tonight, your favorite. Don't overwork yourself at work again!"

Tears nearly welled in your eyes, knowing fully well behind his cheerful demeanor hid a scared and tired being. The unspeakable pain behind his eyes killed you on the inside. He overworked himself both physically and mentally, and you can only wish you can rid some of the burden off of his shoulders.

You were just as hurt by the circumstances that the both of you were in, but watching his mental health erode with each day was A lump formed in your throat, and instead of replying, you merely flashed him a smile, not trusting your voice.

You pressed a quick peck to his cheek only to laugh as he flinched away from your freezing lips, your laughter escaping as puffs of white in the frigid air. You bid him farewell and waved back as the two of you separated.

The low mist enshrouding the cemetery did very little to bring warmth in the early hours of the morning. Your hands absentmindedly brushed along the dew covered grass as your eyes fixated onto the inscription on one of the three tombstones.

Where there are flowers, there are butterflies.

"It's your birthday next month, Joong," you muse to the grave in front of you, "I'll make sure to spend the day here with you and the others when the time comes."

You adjusted your position on the grass, the gentle beams of sunlight sparkling in the beads of dew around you. Sitting cross legged, you reminisced the times you spent with the male and the other two friends that shared his fate.

"Wait— how come you get to be the flower? You should be the butterfly instead," you whined whilst poking his cheek.

With a playful quirk of his brow, he reached up to lightly flick your forehead before pulling you closer for a gentle kiss, "You're the butterfly, because you always bug me, baby."

You smiled to yourself at the memory, reaching down to admire the various flowers that have finally bloomed on Hongjoong's grave. Similar blossoms and flowering vines were planted and grown onto the other two graves to the right.

"I miss you so much."

You startled at the sight of a small butterfly fluttering over your head, only to smile once it landed on the purple blossom. You stilled your frame in fear of scaring it off, and watched as it flapped its blue wings subtly.

A small lizard peeked through the gaps of leaves, sharply and swiftly clamping its mouth onto the butterfly. It struggled to keep the bug in its mouth, its head shaking rapidly as the insect wriggled in its hold. Moments later, the bug stilled and the lizard scampered off with its prey.

You stood up, shoulders slumping as you gave the three graves a smile and a wave, "See you guys tomorrow. I love you."

You tightened the sweater around your frame as you made yourself out the gates of the cemetery, sighing in annoyance at the lingering and dense fog. It was difficult to even make out the next tree as you made your way back to town. You faintly hear the sound of a crow's caw in the distance and peer down onto the ground as you feel a tremor beneath your feet. Your head snapped up in time to have a large vehicle's headlights reflect in your wide eyes.

You somehow couldn't quite grasp what day it was, or even what happened at work earlier. Your head spun as if you had just awoken from a drunken stupor.

The sun had set and the moonlight washed the town with a silvery blue hue. Flames flickered within the numerous lampposts and pebbles crunched beneath your feet as you walked through the familiar cobblestone path back home. The streets were deserted. Many buildings were left with shattered windows, small plants and moss growing in the most delicate fissures on their walls. Plastered advertisements and papers on the walls and lampposts looked withered and aged, drooping forward and swaying with the gentle breeze. It was quite an odd sight to see. The once boisterous town strangely felt like a ghost town.

You shrugged off the ominous feeling growing in the pit of your stomach as you trudged along back home.

Along the way, you crossed the hospital where Yeosang was kept. You peeked back to glance at the building, your eyes immediately catching sight of a figure who stood behind a third story window. Furrowing your brows, you turned around to continue walking, the sight of the stranger leaving a bitter feeling in your heart.

The male had the same patch of silver hair as—

Suddenly, your feet came to a halt and you turned back frantically, but the figure was gone. In its place, the blue curtain of Yeosang's room swayed gently with the wind.

Shaking your head, you continued your path whilst rubbing your tired eyes.

"I probably just had a long day," you explained to nobody.

In the distance, there crouched a dark figure, his hands caressing the top of a stray cat's head. You met eyes with the stranger moments later, and you paused in your tracks, your heart dropping down to the floor and leaping into your throat almost simultaneously.

"San?" the figure's lips stretched into a wide grin at your acknowledgement, before he stood up straight to face you. Your legs shook and threatened to give under the sudden weight of your body, "San? Is that really you?"

"Long time no see, y/n."

He silently nodded, arm extending to beckon you forward with a small smile. You took a small step forward, brows furrowing in confusion, "But this can't be you. You're dead."

"Your eyesight is still horrible, I see," he drawled out with a roll of his eyes. You stood inches away from him, eyes widening in disbelief. He sounded like and resembled your late friend with a terrifying accuracy. With a trembling hand you reached forward to cup his cheek, eyes glassy with unshed tears.

"You're..," you trailed off, eyes briefly glancing to your right at the reflection of the store glass window. Your reflection grasped at nothing but thin air, and you quickly retracted your hand from his face, eyes wide, "You're not real, are you?"

In an instant, the bright smile vanished and his gaze hardened into a dark expression. He silently bore holes into your head as a gentle breeze swayed his ebony and silver locks over his eyes. You took two hesitant steps back, and a blur of black flew towards you at an inhumane pace, your back roughly slamming onto the cobblestones underneath you.

Your brain scrambled to process what had just happened, eyes widening as San gripped your two wrists above your head with one hand, the other reaching down to wrap his lithe fingers around the column of your neck to squeeze hard. You released a pained cry, face contorting into a harsh wince. The heel of his palm dug painfully in the middle of your clavicles.

With eyes wide as saucers, you frantically kicked at your heels, hitting his frame repeatedly in an attempt to escape his clutches. Your attempt was futile as he released a growl, eyes practically slits as he seethed down at you, his grip tightening at an unbelievable level.

You wheezed, mouth falling open as you choked out his name, before furiously and blindingly sending a stomp onto his crotch repeatedly, your other leg jutting high to kick at his shoulder. It loosened his grip just enough for you to wriggle away, knees buckling as you attempted to stand up, heels kicking at the floor as you scrambled up, desperately trying to create as much distance as possible.

His eyes spoke of unfathomable fury as he regained his composure, taking two big strides to reach you.

Hastily rising to your feet, you dove in an alleyway and into the dark, mind not even processing your whereabouts as you quickly attempted to flee.

Your mind was in shambles as you ducked past clothes lines and the multiple abandoned carts near one of the taverns by the tea shop you worked at.

Turning around another corner, you collided with a strong chest, and you stumbled back at the sight of San's dark eyes peering down at you with a miffed expression. You gasped, face draining of color and chest heaving as you stumbled back and away from him. His chest rose with heavy breathing, brows knitted together furiously as he scurried after you.

"Y/n, y/n," he tsked in amusement, voice chiming like he was singing a song, "Come back, I just want to talk!"

Minutes later, the sound of his heavy footsteps ceased, but you did not have the time or courage to look back to see if he was still following you. You scrambled through dark alleyways, turning around every other corner, heart beating frantically in your ears and weak legs threatening to give way under your weight.

Tears prickled your eyes, and a sob threatened to escape your throat as you practically threw yourself against the frame of your door, fingers frantically reaching down to pull out the key from your pouch. From the corner of your eye, you spotted San madly dashing out from an alleyway to reach you, his voice growling out your name.

"Why are you running away?" He mocked, brows quirking up, "I thought we were good friends?"

Your trembling hands scrambled to unlock your door, hastily clambering in and throwing your entire weight to close it shut. A heavy weight from the other side thudded against the wooden frame, and your hands shook whilst reaching up to slide the chain into place. A loud gasp left your lips as the door jerked open slightly, the thin chain straining under the weight that threatened to break it.

"I'm hurt, y/n," a laugh escaped the man from the other side as he lodged his foot in between to keep the door ajar, voice rising as he attempted to shove himself in once more, "Don't you miss me?"

"Leave me alone!"

A hand shot from the gap of the door to clamp around the chain, rattling it viciously, as his other arm bent at an awkward angle to coil his fingers around the side of your neck, "Come out, y/n. I just want to talk," he chimed.

A sudden surge of strength overtook your frame and you threw your weight forward, successfully ramming the door shut against his arms. You expected to hear a cry of pain, but a chime of laughter sent a chill down your spine. With furrowed brows, you repeated the action, slamming the door continuously onto his hands and fingers, the sounds of bones and tendons snapping making you cry out in anguish.

Your hands trembled as you quickly locked the door with the key, stumbling back onto the floor as the knob shook threateningly. The door and chain rattled under the heavy kicks the male delivered from the other side, The impact of his frame against the other side shaking the door slightly. You fell onto your bottom, wobbly knees finally giving in, hands clutching your gaping mouth, and tears silently streaming down your face. You can practically feel the smile in his words, "It's okay. You'll come out eventually."

The dark shadow of his figure disappeared moments later.

When you woke, you weren't exactly sure when or how you fell asleep. You couldn't quite grasp the memories of the night prior. Sitting up, you emit a disoriented groan before realizing you weren't in your bedroom, but rather in the waiting room in the hospital Yeosang resided in. Peering around in confusion, you took account of the night sky, brows furrowing as you scrambled to find the nearest clock. It was well past midnight and visitors weren't even allowed at this ungodly hour.

The room was vacant, and you couldn't make out any figures of the receptionists through the pebbled sliding-windows. Your hand grasped the doorknob of the entrance door, only for you to sigh in frustration after finding it locked. You turn to the other side of the room only to find the door to the main halls of the ICU left ajar ever so slightly.

You called for any doctor or nurse, but you were met with silence. After much contemplating, you decided to make your way through the long corridors of the hospital, your steps reverberating throughout the empty halls. Where are the attendants, and why is a place like the ICU empty?

If you were stuck in here, you might as well stay in your friend's room. The lights from the mounted sconces petered out against the wall and casted the hallway with a warm glow.

After much turning and walking, you reached the end of the hall, hand reaching for the doorknob when the hallway lights wavered for a second. You peered to the side in confusion, before entering the room, only to stop after a step.

The room was empty, the sheets on the bed untouched and perfectly made. A hiss of air from the corridor startled you, and just as you snapped your head back, the lightbulb above you flickered rapidly before it shattered along with the windows, showering your shocked form with glass shards.

The room was engulfed in darkness, save for the streaks of moonlight filtering past the curtains. You jostled up from where you fell from shock, legs feeling useless as you crawled back out of the room with trembling limbs. Not wanting to look back, you clutched the wall for support before hastily speeding through the endless turns of the hallway.

Corner after corner, panic settled through your system because these were definitely not the same hallway layouts you remembered and memorized like the back of your hand. They were endless and vacant, and you felt like a helpless little mouse in a vast maze. As you quickened your pace into a panicked dash, the windows and light sconces on the wall flickered and shattered with every step you took, and you hastily covered your head and face from the flying glass.

This isn't real, you thought. It can't be real.

"Y/n!"

You froze in your spot, breath caught in your throat as you clamped a hand over your mouth to swallow back a scream threatening to slip past your lips. Did you hear correctly, or was that part of your imagination?

"Y/n," the familiar voice spoke once more.

Your heart hammered against your ribcage as you daringly poked your head from the corner and into the other hallway. Blood pounded past your ears, and it took more than a second to realize there was a figure of a man at the end of the very long and dark corridor.

He took a step forward and the soft moonlight pouring from the window beside him illuminated his figure, and your breath faltered at the sight of the man's smiling face.

"Seonghwa?"

"What are you running away from, y/n?"

You couldn't properly form a reply at his remark, hands reaching up to rub at your tear pricked eyes. A sob bubbled its way up to escape your throat at the sight of your late friend who merely chuckled at your tears.

"Missed me that much, hm?" he mused, shoulders shaking with an amused chortle, "Why don't you come here and give me hug? You know I don't like seeing you cry."

You couldn't help it as a gnawing feeling of unrest settled in the pit of your stomach. A shudder traveled down your spine, goosebumps decorating your arms, and hair standing on the back of your neck. Your mind couldn't pinpoint what exactly it was that had you so disturbed, but your body displayed all the signs. His tone felt off, and you realize he's playing with you. Toying with you. A small distant voice in your head told you to get away.

A sudden thought found its ways into your mind.

Where was his shadow?

Sensing your hesitation, the friendly expression on his face soon dropped, making way for a stone-cold frown and unamused eyes.

"Y/n."

His cold voice snapped you out of your thoughts, and you take a hesitant step back, words slipping out before you even processed them, "I know you're not real."

The feral look that overtakes his expression has you reeling back, and you took off running in the opposite direction. Glass crunches beneath your shoes as you dashed from corridor to corridor, lungs burning and muscles aching from the rush of adrenaline. He called for you repeatedly, and you didn't dare turn back to see how far he's caught up with you. With every turn, his voice grew louder and closer, before a flash of black sends you flying back onto the floor. Your body skids onto the ground, shards of glass pricking at your skin. With a rush of adrenaline fueling your system, you hardly wince as you scrambled back from the towering figure, glass piercing your skin in the process.

You feel an excruciating burst of pain in your foot, and before you had the opportunity to pull your leg back, he slams his foot down onto your ankle once more, grinding the joint roughly with his boot. A loud cry of pain escapes your throat and you to struggle wildly to escape his unrelenting grip.

You glance up and through your tears, you make out the gleam of a large piece of glass in Seonghwa's hands, his threatening, blown out pupils pinning you down like trapped prey. Turning the large shard in his hand to examine it, he hums sarcastically before peering down at you with a quirked brow, "You know, I'm offended." Kneeling down to your level, he traces your cheek with a glass, watching your skin split at the action and beads of blood oozing out from the scratch, "And here I thought we were such good, close friends."

Without missing a beat, your hands flew to grasp the shard, roughly ripping it into the soft tissue of his eye and slipping past his frame to stagger to the nearest broken window. You hear a groan from behind you as he doubles over in shock, blood overflowing from his ruptured eye and spilling down his scowling face. Pain surged with every step you took, but if this was your only option to escape, you think maybe the idea of couple of broken bones doesn't sound too bad.

Hastily, you stepped over the windowsill, your arms and legs catching on the jagged teeth of glass remaining, your clothes tearing in the process. You took a sharp inhale before curiously taking a look back at Seonghwa one last time. The sight of him lunging after you has you falling forward and out of the window. It felt as if gravity had slowed the pace of your fall, and you held eye contact with Seonghwa as your frame descended down from the third story floor. Darkness fogged your eyesight, his figure vanishing within the black abyss.

The impact hit you like a truck, and you sat up with a loud intake of breath on your warm bed. Your chest heaved heavily as you took in your surroundings. You suddenly realize you're in Wooyoung and Yeosang's shared room that hasn't been occupied in months. Your eyes fall onto your feet, and your brows furrow in confusion as a sudden thought invades your head.

You faintly remember your ankle being crushed, but it seemed to feel just fine now. When you attempted to recall why you thought it had been broken, it felt like your mind was searching for a forgotten and fragmented memory. After calming your breathing and thoughts, you sit up to go and find your friend.

You called Wooyoung's name repeatedly, but the silence you were met with indicated he wasn't home.

Peering into your room, you hoped to find him sleeping, however your eyes landed on the wall, the sight of messily painted words catching your attention almost immediately.

Where there are flowers, there are butterflies.

Painted flowers and butterflies littered the wall, the excess ink dripping down into lines onto the wooden floorboards.

"Do you like it?"

You jumped at the voice behind you, swiftly turning around to meet the sight of a familiar head of blue hair. You stood there, mouth agape as you silently stared long and hard at the man that once held and loved you in his arms. A long silence followed suit, hanging in the air like the calm before a storm. A breeze hardly stirred from the open window and not a sound could be heard save for the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.

The forbidding, subtle grin displayed on his features filled you with dread, and the mere sight of him gave your brain a debilitating shock. Your knees couldn't hold your weight any longer, and with buckling limbs, you were sent crashing down onto the floor, the look of disbelief and horror never leaving your expression.

You stared at him but it felt like you couldn't quite focus your gaze on him as he peered down at you in mock pity, a condescending smile playing on his lips. His dark gaze seared you as he crouched down to meet your eye level, hand reaching to cup your cheek as he leaned in to press numerous kisses onto your lips. The gesture was void of the warmth and care you remembered, and you sat still as he trailed fleeting kisses down your the column of your neck, his lips attaching fervently onto your clavicles.

"I missed you so much," you began, catching his attention. Pulling away from your irritated flesh, he quirked his brows at your words, hands brushing the hair out of your face as he let out a chuckle. His finely-chiseled face, illuminated by the oil lamps on the wall, broke into a fond expression. Pulling you close to his frame, he pressed your head against his chest, head dipping to kiss into your hair.

"Do you really?" Your brows furrowed slightly, eyes blinking away the tears as you wrapped your arms around his torso, head pressed against his chest. It's been too long without the feeling of your lover's arms around you. It's just been way too long for you, "If you miss me that much then-"

While nuzzling his chest, you come to realization he lacked a heartbeat, and with that thought striking your mind like lightning, you detached yourself from his form instantly. He eyed your trembling form without any sign of amusement.

"Don't look at me like that!" Cowering back against the wall, you broke into screams of despair, fingers pulling handfuls of your hair as you shook your head rapidly, "You're dead— you're not real!" you slapped the heels of your palms against your temple repeatedly, eyes scrunched shut, "Not real! Not real! This is all just my imagination!"

He released a chilling laugh that traveled down your spine and left your fingers and toes numbingly cold. A sudden gust of wind sent the crispy, autumn leaves scampering wildly into the window while also extinguishing the lamplights that illuminated the room, plunging it into darkness.

You only had a second to register his close proximity, your pupils dilating instantly, before a hand latched onto your throat, ramming your head back against the wall in the process. His vice-like, lithe fingers squeezed around your windpipe, successfully blocking your air flow as you squirmed in his relentless hold, lungs burning and diaphragm spasming.

"You'll join me so we can be together again, hm?"

The fist around your throat choked your response, and he tilted his head with a mocking smile, "I'm sorry, what was that?"

His hold only faltered ever so slightly to give you enough air to speak, "I don't want to die," your reply was a little more than a ghost of a breath.

"But, baby," his fingers coiled around your neck, pressing unforgivingly hard until your darkening vision littered with stars, "don't you realize you're already on the brink of death. Just give in, y/n. Don't keep fighting."

The silence of the atmosphere contributed to the solemnity in the air, and despite the clear blue skies and warm sun, there was a relentless chill in Wooyoung's heart. The black-haired male crouched down over the grave, gently placing a small bundle of roses onto the base of the tombstone.

"Happy birthday, Joong," he mused sadly, his puffy, tired eyes flickering over to the sides where the other tombstones lay.

"I'm so sorry for breaking my promise," he blinked rapidly to rid himself of the stinging tears threatening to spill, nose scrunching slightly as he sniffled, "I should've been there that day- shouldn't have let y/n come here alone- and.."

"You know nothing was your fault, Woo. Stop blaming yourself for something you had no control of."

A hand clutched his shoulder, and he peered with tear-filled eyes to give the blonde male a grateful smile, before turning back to the grave, "Yeosang's awake now though and- and the doctors said that y/n's case isn't as bad as his was, so we have hope."

"Y/n is a stubborn fighter," Yeosang offered the other a small smile, crouching down to rub his trembling friend's back, "Everything will be okay in due time."

"I hope so.. and I hope you'll forgive me, Hongjoong," Wooyoung murmured, watching two small butterflies flutter and chase each other around the blossoming flowers atop of Hongjoong's grave.

#ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez imagines #hongjoong imagines #hongjoong scenarios #hongjoong x reader #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung imagines #yeosang imagines #seonghwa imagines #choi san imagines #ateez horror

[blackthorn02]

The colour of death🥀-julius novachrono

May be some spoilers ahead...!!!

it was a nice and quiet day in clover kingdom like almost every other day. the only thing that was perceived as disturbing was the stormy wind that grew more and more from hour to hour and dark clouds, from distant lands, brought with it - announcing disaster. nobody could have guessed that this auspicious day would go down in the history of clover.

(Y/n) was one of the magical knights and was accepted into the strongest and most honorable of all magical orders, the crimson lion. and so it happened that the king of magicians also became aware of her,because her magical power was to be able to create black flames, a very rare gift that was considered by many to be ominous. but julius novachrono was blown away by this elegant and threatening power. so it happened that (y/n) and julius became friends - at this point nobody could have guessed that unconditional love should develop from this initially pure friendship. (Y/n)was on her way to the city when her new group leader lady mereoleona instructed her to help the black bull and their members to help them, who were just fighting the eye of the midnight sun and not doing very well. So she got on her broom and flew, through airy winds and clouds, as quickly as possible to the battle site, which turned out to be a cave and found the elves and their leader Licht,bound and defeated leaning against the rocky wall of the cave. the other knights were very exhausted and struck by the battle, apparently the elves had been stronger than expected. but the elves and their leaders didn't seem to be doing very well either. when asta saw (y/n)he came running towards her: "oiii, (y/n)! finally reinforcements came. These damned elves were really strong - we would have really lost a hair." (Y/n) laughed encouragingly to asta: "I'm glad that nothing coarser happened to all of you. However, I don't think your prisoners will survive back to the castle. Their injuries are quite serious and they seem to be in a very bad condition! I will go healing them while you take a little break. " So she marched lightly over to the elves, who looked at her pejoratively and spitefully.

she bent down to her leader and looked at him appraisingly: "I heard your name should be called Licht. I think that suits your magic very well. You are all very badly injured and as a magical knight it is not our kind of prisoner bad to treat or to suffer unnecessarily. I will heal you. " (y/n) eyed Licht but did he did not resist her gentle touch. she gently laid her hand flat on his forehead and began to heal him with the healing magic of the black phoenix. when (y/n) was done she held out a bottle of water. however, licht did not really seem to trust her. only after a long convincing did he finally drink the water and seemed visibly relieved not to have been poisoned. whereupon (y/n) just rolled her eyes. Unfortunately, the rest of the elves didn't seem very happy that their leader was captured and so they freed all the prisoners and declared war on the kingdom and all people. her hatred was so great and satisfying it didn't seem to solve the problem. the hatred of the elves had a much deeper reason, it seemed to have solidified in them.

unfortunately your mission was a complete flop. they had prisoners but they were liberated and it was even worse that they had to admit that the elves were damned powerful and dangerous. thanks to their hatred of the people, they were capable of anything, without taking into account excessive losses. and so (y/n) had no desire to tell julius about her failure. but unfortunately there was nothing to be denied to the king of magicians and certainly not to be ignored. Even if she had also decided to skip the reporting, her beloved Julius would surely have found her somewhere and squeezed her out after her assignment. julius was a good and honorable king - shamelessly handsome - but in terms of magic he was like a little child who had been given new toys. he was always like that, and that was what (y/n) liked about him. he was just totally adorable. but she had only had these feelings recently and she wasn't sure if julius thought that too.

So (y/n)made her way to Julius' office, whether she liked it or not. once there, she was received by marx, the head of mushrooms, and further piloted to the king of magicians. Julius's office was in one of the towers of the castle and was a huge, bright but musty room full of bookshelves with magical writings and relics. when (y/n) entered the room through a large carved wooden door, she was greeted by the all too familiar smell of old books and forests mixed with the incomparable smell of Julius. Dust whirled up by the draft floated in the sun glittering through the chamber of wonder and gave everything a magical shimmer. julius sat at a large wooden desk in the middle of the room and looked up from his writings: "ahh (y/n) !nice that you have returned safely and unharmed. i was really worried. yami did however report the result of your mission ... even if it was not a victory this time, we will surely make peace with the elves and live happily ever after in the future.I know that! but now to the really important question: how do you find this light magic of the leader of the elves? I would have loved to watch this beautiful things too! ", Julius eyes sparkled with excitement and joy. (y/n) grinned at the sight of it - it was simply incorrigible. "hahaha, yes his magic was really impressive and as pure as his soul. however it could still be a problem. the elves didn't seem to be in a very peaceful mood!" julius eyes eclipsed and he felt the great burden of weighing all the people in safety, on the weight of his shoulders every day. (y/n) walked over to him and gave him a gentle hug from behind. julius sank into her embrace and enjoyed the safety of the hug. he had really worried about her and almost hurried to the cave himself to help them. Julius couldn't bear the thought without having to live with her. without her smile, her hugs and without her uniqueness. when he saw (y/n) for the first time he was enchanted by her. Julius looked up at her: "we will survive this crisis somehow, as we have survived many others. Nobody will have to die and we will find a solution." he smiled encouragingly at (y/n) and kissed the back of her hand.

that was a few weeks ago. now the kingdom of clover was facing an ominous battle that might not have been manageable. (y/n) had passed the royal knights entrance exam and was about to set off with the others. but since that day the sun had risen high over the mountains, she felt that something was wrong. she couldn't say what it was-it was just such an uncomfortable feeling that completely took over her body. so (y/n) decided to stay in the castle anyway, for all cases. And it came as it had to come. the castle was suddenly hit by a tremor and shake and parts of the main towers seemed to collapse. something terrible must have happened. (y/n) was looking out the window and did not like what she saw at all. julius was about to fight the leader of the elves, licht. suddenly the sky darkened. millions of swords of light adorned the sky, so that the whole kingdom was under attack. Julius stopped the attack with the help of his time magic, but thereby neglected his defense and protection and licht stabbed Julius with his sword of light. (y/n) could not believe what had happened and screamed-shaking. she screamed until her lungs burned and ran to Julius as fast as she could. that couldn't be. that couldn't happen. Julius was the king of magicians, the strongest among them. he couldn't be defeated just like that. (y/n) ran and fell over and over again because her eyes were covered with a veil of tears. she had to say so much to Julius - he must not just die. not before she confessed his feelings - she couldn't live without him. he was the light that brightened her everyday life. her star in the sky that shone her way at night. he just couldn't get out of her life like that - she wouldn't allow that. and so (y/n) ran as far as she could still carry her feet. when she finally reached julius it was not good for him. he was lying in a pool of blood and his blond hair was slowly taking on the red color of death. she lifted him up and gently laid his head in her lap. Julius smiled fondly at (y/n) and she stroked his cheek. he seemed to have to pull himself together and started to speak softly: "no fear (y/n)! everything will be fine, you will see. I have great confidence in the other knights. together you can make it and lead us to a longed-for peace . " she looked at him and tears rolled down her cheeks until they finally fell on julius face. "stop talking like you're about to die any moment, julius! i won't let you just leave me here alone. i know not if you ever felt the same for me, but I love you julius. I can't live without you. I can't stand that. So please stop it! ", (y/n) cried and cried and let her feelings run free. julius looked at her and raised his hand to wipe her tears away: "believe me, (y/n) , i love you too. very much. it hurts to see you unhappy.", julius sat up laboriously and kissed her with all his emotions . he lay down in her lap again and closed his eyes. he was suddenly so tired. "someday we'll see each other again, I promise, my love," julius gave her an encouraging smile, as he always did, but his last words were as quiet and thoughtful as a breath of wind. (y/n) shook him gently and called him by name. but his time in the world of the living was over and julius had fallen asleep gently. her heart was torn. Julius was dead. Deep grief overwhelmed her and she cried over Julius and howled in his chest.

——> oh myy goodness-i can’t. Thats too dramatic. I am crying.......

#julius novachrono #black clover #black clover imagine

[madame-brioche]

Title: Angel On The Battlefield part 2

Author: madame-brioche

Prompt: Heffron x nurse reader

Warning: some angst

When you found Babe in his foxhole, he was curled up like a newborn pup in the snow and dirt, wearing the dingy green uniform that the other paratroopers wore, his helmet pulled down low and his nose and mouth tucked into the collar of his jacket. He was asleep, grasping his thin blanket tightly and sniffling sharply every few seconds. His face was the color of the snow, the tip of his nose a frostbitten red. Big ash-colored circles had formed under his eyes, and as you took his hand you realized it was beginning to turn an unnatural sort of color, like they'd been submerged in hot water.

You could see that Babe looked much weaker than he'd been the last time you checked on him.

As you smoothed back sweat-drenched strands of hair, you found his forehead very warm to the touch; and when you tried to get him to wake up, you had to call his name and gently shake him a little bit before his eyes opened. Once he woke up he grabbed at his side especially hard. As you helped him get into a sitting position, his eyes sort of rolled back and his head hung loose like a rag doll.

"Y/N..." He whimpered, falling against the crook of your arm. "Jesus, I've got a deep burning pain in my side..."

"You’re burning up," you said, trying to steady his shoulders. "Doc Roe told me you weren't feeling so good. When was the last time you ate, Private? You should probably get a hot meal."

He shook his head as much as he could, which was only a little. "I ain't hungry. I've been feeling like this for a few days now, but this," he gripped his side again, "something's wrong..." As he stood up, the pain seemed to increase a little bit, and he stared down at you worriedly, bringing his hand away from his side and holding it up to reveal blood staining his palm and fingers. "Oh," he whispered, with a small wince.

"Dear God," you breathed, pulling his jacket away and seeing a rather large pool of blood soaking his shirt. You lifted up the hem to find a gaping wound on his left side, the dried blood caked around the wound telling you it had gone untreated for a bit. The blood that was pouring out now must have been the result of him standing. "Why didn't you say anything? When were you shot? You're bleeding!"

Babe looked down at the gunshot wound as if seeing it for the first time. "I'm bleeding," he repeated numbly.

"Hey, look at me," you snapped, turning his chin so he would gaze back up at you. "When did you get hit?"

He looked around in a dizzy haze, shrugging his shoulders with some difficulty. "I remember...hearing Shifty call for me...and I ran to help him hold the line...somewhere along the way, I guess..." He trailed off, looking like he was about to collapse at any second. "I don't know, I woke up to you shaking me."

Your mouth was agape as you listened, wondering how in the hell he hadn't completely bled out. He must've passed out from a combination of both the pain from the wound and his fever.

He produced a weak smile and then cringed as he tried to move. "It certainly is nice to see you."

You returned his smile with a firm look of determination and brushed some more hair out of his face. "Everything will be alright. But you’re coming with me. We need to get you fixed up."

“Whatever you say,” he managed as you placed his hand back on the wound, trying to keep pressure on it. He grabbed onto your sleeve, with the other hand, looking very anxious and maybe a little scared. "I can't, Y/N—I cant leave them, they need me, what would happen if—"

"It's okay," you said, holding on to him tighter. "I'm sure they'd rather you get better. At any rate, what good will it do if you stay and fight with an open wound and a fever?”

Nodding and then stumbling a little as you pulled him toward the Jeep, he coughed painfully, causing you and the Jeep driver to exchange a worried look.

As soon as the Jeep arrived at the remaining ruins of the town, you opened the door to a church that had been cleared out for the sick and wounded, guiding him into the cool, incense-thick air. Just as soon as he'd reached the top of the staircase, Babe slumped against the wall again, screaming in pain. But the cry itself took a lot out of him, and you barely caught him in time as he collapsed. The two of you sat down for a moment to rest, his groans of agony making you nervous about the severity of the wound.

"Y/N," he mumbled as you pulled him close to you and hugged him tightly, "I don't have one on me, but I need—"

You caught on to what he was rambling about. "Right," you said, leaning him against the stairway wall and then standing up to head for the back of the church. "You wait here, I'll get you morphine."

"N-no," he called out after me, his voice hoarse. "Not morphine. I n-need a cigarette."

As you worked your way through the crowded hall, you could feel him holding onto one of your hands, like a captain clinging to his sinking ship. One look back at him and you saw his bloodshot eyes start to look glassy with tears. And the way he was staring at you was like he didn’t really recognize who you were.

"You’re too good to me," he mumbled, causing you to pause and gently wrap your arms around him again, careful not to hurt the wound.

"You stop talking like that," You said, trying not to cry. Maybe it was the lack of sleep; maybe it was the awful scenes of carnage and war; and maybe it was thrilling rush at hearing Babe Heffron admit his fondness for you during such a tense time; no matter the reason, the very idea of his death made you sick to your stomach.

"It’ll be okay," You reassured him, looking up at him and wiping some stray tears away from his cheeks. "You can be a brave soldier for me, right? I know you can. And once this is all over," You added with a smile, "you'll be home in South Philly in time for Christmas."

He laughed softly, then shrugged as best he could. "Hopefully—hopefully you'll be there too, Y/N?" He said.

Not really thinking clearly, you could only mumble, "Hopefully. Yeah."

Seeming a little afraid, Babe whispered, "I never meant to get shot, or get sick, Y/N. I thought I was taking care of myself alright—"

"You’ll be fine," You said. "We need to focus on getting you better."

Suddenly you eyed a pile of discarded uniforms and, jogging over to them, you fished around in the pockets until you found a pack of cigarettes. You lit one and brought it back to Babe, who took liberal drags from it. He didn't complain at all when a few hot ashes fell onto his hand, reveling in the calming effect it had on his pain; but his problem with coughing only seemed to be getting worse, and it wasn't easy for him to speak.

Once he blew out a few grey clouds, though, the nicotine appeared to take hold of him pretty quick, easing his nerves enough so that you could pull him up and help him down the stairs. Alas, after a few steps, Babe trembled again and screamed, this one sounding a lot more desperate and gut-wrenching, like a wounded animal caught in a trap. The two of you were just outside the door to what appeared to be a bedroom with a single cot, and you decided the best thing would be to take him in and get him on the bed and quarantined away from the others.

"No!" Babe gasped, as you ushered him to the door. "No, Y/N, we can’t go in there! That’s the priest's cloister, we can't, it’s sacred!"

"Hey," You stopped him, gently pushing him down onto the thin, white spread that covered the cot. You'd forgotten how devout he was. "I’m sure he won’t mind." As his head hit the pillow, you scanned the room for something to warm him with, finally landing on a mosaic-like quilt that was folded up on a bench by a stain-glass window. "There," You said, tucking him in as he shivered. "You need to keep breathing slowly, in and out. Don’t work yourself up."

Even with all his shaking, Babe was able to tug the quilt up around him, nuzzling into it. "I forgot what having a bed felt like," he whispered.

You knelt down on your knees next to the bed and stroked his hair, a small smile playing at your lips. "It's nice, right?"

He groaned in pain once more, and you took the dying cigarette from his shaking fingers and put it out. You removed your cantine from around your neck. "You want some water?"

"Yeah," he said, but he just couldn't keep it down without having another coughing fit. Frightfully rolling around with his hand on his side, he whimpered out, then began to bite his lip so hard he drew blood.

You needed to treat that wound fast, and so, urging Babe to fight a little longer, you bolted into the hall and tried to find one of the other medics who might be able to help. You called out for several, but everyone was busy helping those with blown off limbs and life-threatening damage to the viscera.

Worriedly, you ran back down to Babe. Exhaling a shaky breath you didn’t even know you were holding, you realized that Babe had stopped his agonizing tremors, for the time being. You crouched beside him, holding his sweaty, blood-stained hand to your cheek and leaning into it ever so slightly.

He rolled over and offered you a half-wink. "I heard you out there. Calling for a medic..."

"One will be here soon," You said, shaking your head. Then you added softly, “Are you going to be brave for me, Babe?"

He nodded. "You’re the brave one, Y/N," he mumbled, his grin widening. "A brave angel." His eyes floating to look at the stain-glass, Babe breathed out a sharp, painful sigh. "I’ve dreamt about you taking care of me. But now that I’m living it, I ain’t sure it’s what I want. I was thinking more along the lines of you kissing a paper cut or something..." he teased with a broken laugh. Then his grin faded, worrying you immediately, until his face scrunched up into a look of confusion. “Though I gotta know, Y/N—”

"What, Babe?"

"Why? You crying over me like this — why?”

You nuzzled against his hand again. "That doesn't sound like the happy-go-lucky guy I know," you said. "How can I expect to visit you in South Philly if I left you out in the cold?"

He raised his other hand and gently hit your shoulder. "Come on," he said. "Why, Y/N?"

"Ask me when you get better. You're not thinking clearly."

"I'm askin' you now. Why?"

You just looked away and closed your eyes for a moment, then took his hand into both of yours tightly. "Because I like you, Babe."

"Perhaps," he breathed, "perhaps you might love me, too?"

You smiled again. "Well, perhaps I might."

This time he brought your gaze up to meet his with a hand under your chin. "I knew it," he replied, his lips forming a delicate smile, "you can’t even say it out loud, not even for me..." Then he looked back at the stain-glass, his eyes reflecting the flares outside. "Huh, Y/N might love me, too?” He mumbled in a state of stunned amusement. “Interesting.”

The stain-glass vibrated a bit at the sound of distant war outside. Babe didn't even flinch, however. After he’d said those words he’d closed his eyes and fallen asleep, exhaustion and immense pain taken hold of him. You kissed his hand, keeping it close to your cheek and hearing his heartbeat through his wrist. Resting your head against the side of the bed, you waited for a medic to come in...

You woke up to a hand on your shoulder, softly shaking you awake, expecting it to be the medic. But instead you found Captain Winters, pulling you away gently from the now empty bed.

#band of brothers #hboshow #easy company #request #babe heffron x reader

[denqis]

bruises ㅡ kaminari denki x reader

summary: the reader gets abused by her dad, whose quirk is mind-reading and who's utterly obsessed with keeping her only for herself.

warning: graphic discrisption of domestic violence and abuse ; cursing ; angst ; fluff

word count: 1622

"hey, y/n, wanna join us at the karaoke bar?"

mina shot you a smile, but it faded quickly, when you just walked past her, head down and earphones plugged in.

a sigh left the girls lips. what was wrong with you?

the whole class had gotten a lot closer ever since moving to the dorms, you noticed that too. you would love to join them, wherever really.

but you couldn't. your dad would have your head in no time if you wouldn't come home right after school.

he doesn't let you go anywhere, let alone move out of the flat.

t-10 minutes

"y/n, hey. wait up! whatcha listening to?"

you stopped in your tracks, kaminari suddenly appearing in front of you. you stared at the blonde, his golden eyes sparkling.

"who cares."

you retort, before quickly stepping away.

"i obviously do. i just asked. come on, loosen up a little. i'm your classmate not some random stranger."

his hand slowly lifted up, moving towards your ear.

your heart rate sped up, vision going blurry and dark.

"don't!"

you yelled out, arms flying up to shield your face.

you trembled, as his arm fell along with his smile.

"y/n.."

he breathed, catching a tiny glimpse of your bruised, scarred arms.

"i-i have to go."

t-7 minutes

you sped up, soon bursting into tears as you took a left, reaching your flat completely out of breath.

you wiped your tears and straightened your blazer, face wiped clean from emotions.

"you're late."

his empty voice called, your lock screen confirmed his statement.

t+3 minutes

"i-i'm sorry. i forgot something at school, so i had to go back."

you lied, feeling dizzy. you knew he'd know the truth in a few seconds. and that he would punish you, not for lying but for...

"you talked to a boy again, huh? how many times do i have to tell you?! are you that dense? no talking to boys, no wasting time, no sleeping around."

"i'm not-"

you couldn't even finish your sentence before his fist hit your cheek, a pulsating pain shooting through your whole skull. you could feel blood trickling down your face.

"shut up, i can almost smell his stench on you! you're a little slut aren't you? but with that bruised little face of yours no boy will want you. you know what to do."

he instructed, you nodded, before walking into the kitchen and getting out a mallet, letting it smash down onto your left arm. you were used to the pain by now, it didn't sting anymore.

"that's a good girl. and no stopping until i say so, got it?"

a lifeless nod followed his instruction.

'kaminari...'

your mind flew to his smile and eyes, his laugh that made even your darkest days brighter.

"think about this boy again and i'll make you pay. my little girl belongs to only me."

he took the mallet from your hands, turned you towards him and slapped you across your face, once, twice. after the sixth time you fell to the floor, shaking and spitting blood. the salty and metallic taste in your mouth making you sick.

"what was his name again? kaminari? how about we remind you of how much hurt he's caused you?"

"n-no. dad please. i'm sorry, i'll never think about him again. i'll be good, i promise."

blood, snot and tears ran down your face, but you knew it was no use.

"give me your arm. now."

you shakily lifted your limb, seeing the blade flash once, before penetrating your skin.

"be good at school. and don't even think about covering your arm. if you do, you'll regret it. since you were such a brat yesterday, you'll be home 5 minutes after class ends. understand?"

he knew you wouldn't be able to make it in 5 minutes. he didn't care. he also didn't care that you'd get scolded for not wearing your school blazer and he knew that the swelling, cuts and bruises from yesterday would cause worry. 

"good morning class, y/n where is your blazer?"

aizawa asked, eyes piercing through you. the whole class turned to you, gasping at the way you looked. it wasn't unusual for you to have bruises, you had always just brushed them off as battle wounds from kickboxing. but today you looked extra beat up.

"i forgot it at home, i'm sorry."

you stood up and bowed, arms behind your back, showing the backs of forearms to the person behind you, who, unfortunately, was the denki kaminari himself.

the carved, bloody letters that spelled out his name on your arm made him feel sick to his stomach.

once you took your seat again, his hand laid down on your shoulder.

"y/n what's all this about?"

your head began spinning, his hand felt like fire on your body. you longed for his touch, but your whole mind and body ached from your dad's abuse.

"answer me, damn it!"

he suddenly yelped, voice full of desperation, turning all the attention on the two of you.

"y/n, please. answer me.. why? why did you-"

your head hung low, body shaking, tears streaming down your face. you were helpless. you wanted to tell him, hug him and confess just what you really felt, but you couldn't. your dad would kill you.

"fine, don't talk to me at all then. fucking weirdo."

it felt as though a dagger had pierced through your heart and was now being twisted around. the blurry veil in front of your eyes grew thicker and soon you couldn't see anything. your breathing grew erratic, as your constantly forcefully suppressed whimpers and sobs grew louder and louder. your mind was raging, your skull felt like it was going to explode.

"y/n, come with me."

aizawa spoke, as he helped you from your seat, supporting your body that was violently shaken by tremors.

"we're going to help you. we're going to get you out of there, okay? kaminari is just as worried as all of us, if not more."

you looked up at him, his heart sank. never had he seen such a broken soul.

"i'm so sorry. we let this go on for too long."

"my dad.. he will kill me. i love kaminari, i love him so much. he's the only reason i hold on, but now that he hates me, i don't have a reason to stay alive."

you finally spoke, voice quiet and coarse.

"your dad won't do shit, y/n! i'll kill him if he ever lays a single finger on you again."

your head turned to the classroom door, that stood open and showed everyone, faces warped in anger and sadness.

"t-thank you, bakugo.."

you mumbled, he wasn't there with them. of course he wasn't. why would he try and help a weirdo.

you tried to stand up, but your legs failed you. you felt weak and dizzy.

"mr. aizawa, i don't feel too well. i think-"

you had gone days without food, only water found its way into your system every now and again. even your quirk was severely affected.

you thought you saw his blonde hair appear before your face, but before you knew, everything went black.

"her cheek bone is broken, she has several bruises, cuts and scars all over her body, she's malnourished. god what did this man do to his own daughter? he should be locked up."

recovery girl's voice slowly seeped into your consciousness, along with a strong grip around your hand.

"i think she's waking up!"

your heart skipped a beat, the electrocardiogram attached to you exposing your true feelings. he was here, by your side.

"k-kami-"

you tried to speak, but he interrupted you immediately.

"it's denki to you."

your heavy lids lifted, feasting upon his face and smug grin, trying to cover up the deep worry in his eyes.

"denki.."

you were about to sit up, when he leaned down to your bandaged face.

"you know, i just changed my mind. i think i'd prefer you calling me your boyfriend."

your heart raced, was he being serious?

"woah there, calm down. your poor heart. so that's the effect i have on you, huh? good to know."

he giggled, before softly lifting his hand to your face.

"i won't hurt you, i promise."

he purred, before carefully caressing your face, the thumb on his other hand starting to draw circles onto the back of your hand.

"damn, i really wanna kiss you right about now."

that's when your dad's words echoed in your mind

you're a little slut ... with that bruised little face of yours no boy will want you ... how about we remind you of how much hurt he's caused you ...

he was wrong, denki wanted you, no matter what.

"you're crying again? stop it, i can't stand seeing you cry."

his fingers wiped your tears slowly and carefully as he smiled down at you.

"about that kiss.."

you began, his face lighting up, leaning in once again.

"i'll take it slow, don't worry."

"young kaminari! get out right now, the poor girl is close to a heart attack because of you. only i am allowed to kiss people in this room. now, go and next time you visit, bring her flowers, it looks so empty and cold in here without them."

recovery girl ushered the blonde out of the room, before turning to you.

"people who go through a lot, get to call dibs on the best men. that one's a keeper, you better prepare yourself to get spoilt rotten."

she laughed and returned to her work, leaving you a blushing mess, electrocardiograph about to explode.

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[imaginexmeintheuniverse]

Skin to Skin

Pairing: Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

Warnings: anxiety, panic attack, mentions of ptsd and drug abuse

Word Count: 1, 560

A/N: honestly this is probably one of my favourite things that i’ve written in a while and i always end up hating most of my work. it's just a major hc of mine that skin to skin contact is something that's very soothing to him and I'm a slut for non-sexual acts of intimacy

Klaus wakes with a start, bolting upright like he's been shocked awake with an electric current. The sheets where he lay just a second ago are soaked with his sweat and he's gasping for air as though his lungs can't find oxygen.

It wakes you up too. You had fallen asleep next to a man who finally felt sage enough to actually fall asleep without the numbing haze of drugs just like you've successfully done for some time now, and you wake up heartbroken by the incredible pain and utter panic he has to endure.

The only noise in the room is his ragged breathing and you reach for him only to feel his skin slick with sweat. "Baby, breathe," you speak softly as you push his damp hair away from his face in soothing repetitive motions. "Breathe," He tries his best to focus on your voice, but other voices are louder and his body is taken over with tremors he has no control over. Pulling him close you, you hold him tightly as he shakes against you and continue to whisper comforting words like a mantra. "Everything is okay, you're safe, I'm with you."

The two of you stay like that— you don't know for how long, but you don't care either. Your voice gradually lowers in volume as his heart rate slows until you go quiet, and the only sound is that of his breaths syncing up to yours.

Once his symptoms have reduced considerably, you press your lips to his forehead, not minding the salty taste, and peel away from him carefully and in such a way that won't make him feel like he's being left alone. You swipe your legs so that they hang over the edge of the mattress and stand, causing the old wooden floor to creak the slightest bit. Even that light noise causes Klaus to flinch, and you wait a few seconds before moving again.

"Come with me," You extend your hand out for him to take. He hesitates, and it seems like he doesn't even notice at first, but then he reaches out with his own shaky hand and lets you help him out of bed. Keeping a soothing tone and a slow pace, you start to lead him to the bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?"

When your relationship first got serious, he'd apologize frequently for these terrible episodes, fell off the wagon a few times, and almost pushed you away for good, claiming he was a burden to you, but you've eventually reached this unspoken agreement wherein he realizes that you love him unconditionally— meaning you're not going anywhere. He had never really felt that kind of love growing up, so it was hard for him to accept the mere notion someone else could love him completely like you have.

You have him sit down on the toilet as you run him a bath, not adding anything to it that could possibly stimulate his senses in such a way that would trigger him. After making sure the water is the right temperature, you turn back to see Klaus waiting silently as he stares into space. He starts to mumble incoherently, and you promptly turn off the tap and approach him, bending down so you can make out what he's saying.

"I-I n-need- p-please- I-I can't—"

"No, Klaus," Taking his face in your hands, you gently tilt his head so that you can lock eyes. You don't know whether the current episode is characterized by his post-traumatic stress, or his powers, but you do know for sure that he can get through this, and you're going to help him do it. "You are strong. You don't need any of that, I'm here for you."

He fixes on your beautiful Y/E/C irises, taking in every hue and clinging to the memorized details like a lifeline. Nodding slowly, he lets you help him peel off his garments that have become stuck to his skin due to the perspiration.

You take his hand to walk him over to the tub— even though it's only two steps away, and you help him settle in. He exhales as he lets the warm water release some tension in his muscles. When he's ready, you take out a cloth and start to wipe him down, guiding his body's movements with your other hand as you try to clean away the traces of his panic attack.

All of this is done in silence— a comfortable one wherein you don't need to verbalize how much you care about one another because this moment alone is proof in itself.

The sloshing of the water with every move he makes is reminder of simpler times, and your hands glossing over his skin tells him that there is something he can find comfort in other than toxic substances. Your fingers start to trace idle patterns on his arm as you kneel on the floor. You touch him like he's fragile; like he could break if not handled with enough care. All that is true.

You decide to get him out of the bath before he prunes up or the water gets cold. You're careful not to leave him shivering for too long, wrapping a fresh towel around his tall figure and hugging him tight as you do so.

He still shaken, but seems stable enough, and you take the opportunity to go change the sheets, discard his old clothes, and grab him clean underwear. You do this quickly, without trying to make any noise, because you're scared to leave him alone there. Making your way back, you find him still standing motionless where you left him, and it breaks your heart to see how empty his eyes are. He's nearly catatonic.

Oh, how you wish you could make it all go away forever, and protect him from every possible threat. But you can't, so you just try your best to make him feel safe and loved.

You help him get into his clean clothes, guiding him through the leg holes, and then proceed to wipe away the remaining water droplets. You use the towel to dry his hair the best you can before sitting him on the toilet and pulling out the dryer. His hair dries relatively fast, being short, and you're careful to cover his face with your free hand so you don't burn his skin.

After putting away the hair dryer and hanging up the towel, you kneel down in front of him to meet his eyes that have been trained on the tiled floor. Head tilted upwards, you lock eyes once more, taking notice how some life has returned to his irises. You scan his features for any sign of serious panic, but the worst has passed and you let out a light breath of relief.

"Better?" you ask, and he responds with a small nod. With a soft smile, you caress his face and he melts into your touch, letting it overpower any other sensation.

You stand, prepared to lead him back to bed but before you can, he lurches forward, wrapping his long arms around you and buries his face in your stomach. The initial shock is short, replaced by relief and love as you step between his legs and ruffle his hair. The two of you stay like that for bit, allowing Klaus the time he needs to inhale you, and exhale all the darkness and anxiety.

He eventually pulls back a little, indicating that he's ready to go back to bed and you lead him there by his hand just like when you led him to the bathroom earlier. You lay him down, and press a long soft kiss to his forehead before turning to get your own fresh clothes.

You slip into some new pyjama bottoms, and remove your loose shirt in one swift motion. You're in the process of pulling over a clean shirt when you stop and decide against it.

Leaving the shirt on the floor to be dealt with in the morning, you walk back to the bed where you left him, and you lay on top of him, knowing the pressure makes him feel safe. The sensation of your bare torso's against one another is the most wonderful feeling in the world to Klaus. The skin to skin contact is therapeutic and more calming than anything else to him.

He winds his arms around you, letting his palms rest on your back for a moment before tracing random patterns with his fingertips. This simple gesture is enough to overwhelm you with feelings of pure love, affection, and relief.

Klaus slides a hand up your spine, leaving a behind a trail of shivers until it reaches its destination at the back of your head. Angling his neck, he leans in to press his lips to yours. The kiss is not sensual or wild passionate. It is soft, and it is powerful.

"Thank you," he whispers into your ear, lips brushing over your skin as he speaks.

"I love you."

"I love you more than you'll ever know," he says back as the both of you  simultaneously allow yourselves to fall back into the lull of sleep.

Klaus truly feels at peace like this, because he knows that everything's going to be okay, that he's safe, and you're with him.

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[alexiela73]

Can you do junkrat, mccree, Hanzo & genji with an s/o who can't swim and is scare to start trying? Can you do hc please?

Junkrat

Would totally understand if you told him

For one, he hates swimming

Gets rid of that protective outer layer of grime he has going

But he does know how, as Roadhog does feel it a necessity for him to know

There are the rarest occasions when he actually WANTS to swim

Usually those are on the hottest possible days

One time he and Roadhog take you to a lake to cool down, at a private section

When you decline getting into the water, Junkrat thinks your just being shy

Sooooooo he throws you in

When you scream and start floundering, Roadhog just kind of face palms at Junkrats stupidity as Jamison realizes his mistake

Diving in, Junkrat catches you around the waist

“Darl’, you gotta breathe. Stop that movin’ an’ just hold on to me,” Junkrat said, holding you in one arm while the other moves in the water and keeps you afloat 

You can’t fully hear him, terror gripping you as you struggle

“y/n!” Junkrat yells, catching your attention. Immediately his voice gentles. “Stop yer squirmin’. Wrap yer arms around me neck, darl’, and just kick at the water gently, okay? I got ye, i promise.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you try and do as he says. You can feel his legs moving in the water and try to time your strokes with his

With you now calm, though shaking, Junkrat starts to paddle over to the shallow end of the small beach, past the dock he’d thrown you off of.

“I’m sorry, Darl’. Didn’t realize you didn’t know ‘ow to swim, or i’d ‘ave tried not to throw you in the water…” Junkrat said sheepishly, holding you. “But now that yer in ‘ere, why don’t you let me teach you?”

Considering you were already in the water, you finally nodded and bit your lip. “Okay,” you mumbled, a bit embarrassed by your reaction in the water, especially considering your now floating a bit in the water by yourself

Junkrat just gives you a kiss on the head. “you’ll be an expert in no time!” he says with a crazy grin.

McCree

Isn’t much or a swimmer either, to be honest

If he didn’t have Ana to push him to do something like learn how to swim, he might not have

It was more of a necessity for Overwatch to know how to swim in case of any situations that can occur

So when he hears you can’t swim, he offers immediately to help you learn

For you, its rather embarrassing that you don’t know how to swim as a grown up

It had just never come around. You’d once been in a pool with floaties on but that is the most of your knowledge

So you avoided it, until that moment where McCree tricked you into going to a pool with him

He held up a bag with swims suites, towels and sunlotion

Immediately you swallowed hard and tried to walk away

Immediately he was in front of you, fingers lacing with yours

“Darlin’, I know your not a fan of the water,” he said gently. “And i know you think its embarrassing to have to learn as an adult but..it really isn’t. Its good to learn new things and like Ana had said, if anything ever happens-”

“Then I’ll drown,” you said simply, a spark of fear in you. You really did not want to drown.

McCree took of his hat and scratched his head briefly. “Thats kind of the point of learning this. You don’t have to drown, sweetheart. I know your a bit afraid but…please, let me try and teach you?” McCree asked gently, taking your hand.

You looked at the pool, the sun shimmering on the surface. You did not want to swim.

But right now McCree was giving you that puppy look that he gave only when he wanted something really badly

And for a cowboy, his puppy look was pretty damn cute

“Fine,” you muttered in defeat, and looked away when he grinned. “But only on one condition.”

McCree looked pretty pleased with himself. “Okay, name anything.”

Sighing, you turned and hugged his chest. “Its my turn to choose the movie tonight.”

A warm laugh rang out and he stroked the hair from your face. “Deal,” he said, and the rest of the afternoon was spent with him teaching you how to swim.

Hanzo

Is surprised to learn you don’t know how to swim

And of course, you aren’t the one who told him

So now he’s curious. Subtly he tried to bring up swimming, to see if you actually know how to or not

Either way you manage to avoid telling him about your fear of swimming

Hanzo is one of those people who feel like swimming is a bit of a basic life skill that everyone should know

Finally he challenges you, asking if you want to go to the beach with him

Brazenly, you agree. After all, going to the beach didn’t mean you had to swim

When the two of you arrive, Hanzo insists on swimming first. You just say you’d rather go make a sandcastle. Later, you’d rather go find shells. After that, your hungry.

Hanzo frowns, noticing your avoiding the water. In fact, you won’t even get close to it.

“Y/n,” he says finally, the curiosity killing him. “You do know how to swim, right?”

“Yes!” you lied, feeling a bit defensive. You didn’t want to tell him. It was embarrassing to you and you didn’t want Hanzo to judge you.

Looking skeptical, Hanzo crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Okay. Then why don’t we go look for starfish? Over in the shallow water?” he suggests, eyeing you. Swallowing, you didn’t want to give in. So you agreed.

The two of you headed for the water. You stepped in to your ankles, and it was fine. To your calves, it was fine. To your knees…

Hanzo watched you start getting nervous, saw the light tremor in you. He noticed when you wouldn’t go beyond your knees, and he finally decided that you couldn’t swim. And honestly, he felt kind of guilty for pressuring you into doing something you weren’t comfortable with.

“y/n…I’m sorry, “Hanzo said finally, coming over and taking your hand. “I shouldn’t have asked you to do this. I know you can’t swim and I can see there might be a little more to it. Will you forgive me?” he asked gently.

Looking up at him, you were surprised that there was no judgement or ridicule in his eyes

Face flushing, you took a deep breath. “Of course. I’m…I’m sorry I wasn’t honest. I..I wish I knew how to swim but honestly…it scares me a little,” you admitted, sliding your arms around his waist.

It made him feel guiltier then he had moments ago. “Do…do you wish me to teach you?” Hanzo carefully suggested. He wouldn’t force you. He was prepared to spend the rest of the day on the beach, looking for shells and enjoying your company where you were comfortable.

You’d never really thought about letting anyone teach you. “…Okay,” you said determinedly, to both of your surprise. The rest of the day was spent with him giving you lessons, and kisses, and eventually the two of you did find the starfish you were looking for.

Genji

Genji did not have to find out by another means

Nor did he have to trick you or dump you in the water like others

You loved and trusted Genji,  a person who sometimes was just as hesitant as you

One day you had gone up and asked to speak with him

You’d told him of your fear of swimming. You’d had a bit of an accident in your childhood that had made swimming scary

But everyone else was getting excited about going for a beach day and you wanted to be able to hang out and swim with everyone else…

So…you asked Genji if he’d be willing to teach you how to swim

It had surprised him, mostly that you felt he was the person to ask

But it also made him extremely happy

The two of you went early one day to a private pool for the two of you to learn in. Genji was the first of you both to get in, without his mask and wearing as little of his suit as he could.

It was cute because he was even wearing swim trunks

“It is your turn, my love,” Genji said, voice full of affection as he swam over and held out his hands to you

Now that you were in front of the water, the fear was much more prominent and you found you couldn’t move, your eyes locked on the water

Genji noticed how you seemed frozen in fear and after a moment, he reached out and took your hand

The feeling of his wet hand surprised you and quickly you started to pull back, but he didn’t let go.

“Just wait a moment. Please. Here, try sitting down. Put your toes in the water only,” Genji suggested, watching you with gentle eyes. “You know I will not let anything happen to you, y/n.”

For a moment you did nothing, but finally you listened and sat. Putting your feet out ahead, you dipped your toes in the water.

“Now scooch closer. Slowly. Just put a bit of your legs in at a time,” Genji said gently, and you listened. You stopped every moment you felt uncomfortable, but managed to push yourself to put a bit more in, till finally…the water was to your thighs and your legs dangled in it.

“I’m such a baby,” you whispered glumly, feeling a bit down about this. This had taken 45 minutes by itself.

Shaking his head, Genji came over and moved between your legs, arms wrapping around you. “You are not a baby. I think you are very brave,” he said, before pulling you in.

A scream left you and you clutched him, practically sitting on his chest with your legs around his back. It was fine though, as Genji was holding you up so your upper body was still out.

“I’m going to slowly lower you, okay? I’ll be holding you the whole time. The water will only come to your neck,” Genji said gently, and after a moment you just stared at him. You realized how much patience he was showing you, and how sweet he was actually being.

“Genji…” you said after a moment, looking away.

“Yes?” he asked, looking up at you

Face pink, you stared at the water, unable to stay tense in his arms.

“Thank you.”

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[bsd-hq-writer]

A dgm angst scenario where Wisely's s/o is hurt trapped beneath wreckage from an earthquake. Wisely is trying to find them by reading their thoughts, but is freaking out when he can't seem to find them? You can decide if they live or die.

OOh boi this scenario hit me hard  DX Hope you like it

It had been what seemed like ages, since the two of you last went out together. You smiled brightly and looked over at Wisely, who’s eyes were shut, his brow slightly furrowed due to what you assumed was another headache. A pang of guilt seized in your chest, you had been so eager to go out shopping with him, to feel the fresh air and spend the day with him away from the other Noahs, that you hadn’t given a second thought to what it would be like for him among the crowded streets. Surely it must be difficult hearing the thoughts of so many people at once, like being trapped in a room where everyone was shouting, voices become one monotonous head-splitting roar.

You cast your gaze down, Perhaps we should go back, you thought to yourself and immediately as if you had said it aloud, Wisely answered. “No (Y/n), we’re here now and after all, you’re so excited to be out that it’d be a shame to see your pouting face if we turned around and went home… though it would surely be adorable.” He opened one eye to glance over at you with a jesting sneer, before he stopped and adjusted the scarf covering the three eyes on his forehead.

Are you sure, you were about to say but of course, Wisely answered the moment the question arose in your thoughts, “Yes, I’m very sure… although if you don’t mind, I will stand outside while you go into the shop.” You nodded with a small smile and ran off into the store, “I won’t be long.” Wisely smiled after you and watched you go inside before taking a seat at the bench in front of the store window and pinched his brow between his fingers trying to drown out the swarm of thoughts flooding his mind.

Although he couldn’t help but chuckle when he singled out your own thoughts from the crowd, how your mind wandered from what sort of things you needed, like winter shoes, a coat and perhaps gloves since cold season was drawing close. Focusing on your thoughts helped to ease his headache and he finally opened his eyes to look around. It was a crisp autumn day and the leaves had not yet begun to change colors. A cool breeze swept over the street and he pulled his jacket tighter while he waited. When a amusing thought popped into your head, a gift for Wisely. What would he like? He’s so hard to predict? Is there something he needs? He laughed at the questions running through your mind but his breath was cut short when he saw you standing in the window, staring right at him with arms crossed and a slightly amused yet annoyed glare. No peeking!, you shouted mentally without moving a muscle before turning on your heels back out of sight into the store.

(Y/n) caught me, he thought with a smirk and as you requested he tried not to listen in on you thoughts, after all what fun be it be in spoiling the surprise.

…

You searched the store trying to find something that he might like and your lips curled into a bright grin when you saw it. A deep violet scarf with a subtle harlequin pattern, “That would look lovely on him and it could double as a headband!” You ran your fingers over the soft material and took it to the register to pay.

Happy with your purchase, you head towards the exit when a sudden tremor halts your steps. “The train?” Was your first guess but then you remembered the station was miles away, it’d be impossible to feel the rumbling of the tracks from this far and before you could think further a second tremor shook the ground. This time much more violently, causing items in the store to fall from the shelves and the shattering of glass echoed all around as windows cracked and fell to pieces.

It was then that it clicked, an earthquake, but your realization came too late as the floor buckled and lurched underfoot as a third quake shook the town. Wood flooring splintered and the ceiling of the store cracked and fell in chunks. Everywhere there was panic as people tried to escape the collapsing buildings and the earth beneath you rocked violently and you desperately fought your way to the exit, “Wisely!!” you screamed as you tried to get out in time, but there was no way he could hear you over the hysteria.

You heart pounded as you realized it was too late, you couldn’t make it outside in time and in that instant, the shop came crashing down.

…

The quake settled as quickly as it came, leaving destruction and calamity in its wake. Wisely had desperately struggled to step forward through the stampede of people leaving the building, his heart pounding in his throat as he tried to find you, to hear your thoughts, but the panic of those around him was too loud. He had nearly made it to the entrance when his eyes widened in horror as the building collapsed into a pile of brick and wood framing. “(Y/n) is still in there!!” he shouted though in the chaos, no one seemed to pay him any mind in their terror.

For over an hour he searched the rumble frantically, trying to sort out the sound of your voice or your thoughts from hysterics of the strangers around him. He struggled to push way large wooden beams and piles of brick and he wasn’t the only one. There were several people digging through the rubble, desperately trying to find their friends, their lovers, their family and Wisely felt like his head was going to burst. But he didn’t care, he fought to drown out their cries and to focus on the sound of you and you alone, though he heard nothing. His arms felt as if they were made of lead and his heart threatened to leap from his chest while he searched.

Where is (Y/n)? I can’t hear them?! They must be unconsciousness! “(Y/n)!” he called out as he shifted through the debris until his throat felt raw and finally he saw something familiar, wispy strands your (h/c) hair peaking from the collapsed beam and bricks. He launched himself towards you, calling your name over and over as he uncovered your body. But it wasn’t long before he stopped, letting the brick tumbled from his hands and he slumped over as he fought against what he already knew was true. He grasped your bloodied hand and already it had grown cool to the touch and his shoulders shook with grief.

Sucking in a sharp breath, he stood and turned away, he couldn’t stay there, he couldn’t stand to see your battered and broken body, he couldn’t accept that you were gone… that he couldn’t save you, or even say goodbye.

…

It was not too long before the rest of the Noah family arrived. The Earl stayed out of sight for obvious reasons but he was nearby waiting for the others to retrieve Wisely, who was sitting slumped forward on a bench he had turned right side up just down the street. His eyes were closed again and he rested his elbows on his knees when Road approached him. The expression on her face was of grief and worry as she looked him over and sat quietly beside him. She didn’t speak for a moment before she presented a small tattered bag with the logo of the store you had been in printed on the side.

Wisely opened his eyes slowly, glazed with anguish and he gently took the bag from Road and she stood, turning towards the Noahs waiting for them. Your body hung limp cradled in Tyki’s arms and the others merely stood with solemn expressions. Road paused before walking away, “(Y/n) was holding that when we pulled them out of the rubble… I think you know it was for you,” she looked back with glassy eyes, “I’m sorry, Wisely. The Earl… he agreed to have (Y/n) buried at the family plot.” With that she walked away towards the others.

Wisely felt numb as he looked into the bag and pulled out the deep violet scarf, now a bit dusty from the debris. He stared blankly at it for a moment and then slowly stood to wrap it snugly around his neck before joining his family in silence.

–Admin Moon

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