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madeinparadis · 4 months

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NIGHTLY SORROWS | THOMAS SHELBY

pairing: thomas shelby × reader

tw: grief (reader is dead), angst

word count: 724

masterlist: all characters

a/n: this is more of a drabble, just a little something i wrote before bed. italics signal a flashback/memory.

Far into the winter, all of Birmingham was covered in fog and cold. The houses were dimly illuminated by the bleak sunshine during the day, then engulfed by darkness in the later hours, and Arrow House was no exception, looking and feeling particularly gloomy. Despite all efforts done by staff to make it warm and hospitable for its owner, the most important part of it was lost forever, and could never be replaced- you.

The clock on the bedside table read one o'clock. Tommy sat in what was once your shared bed, now only his. His mind was playing tricks on him yet again, clouding his conscience with visions of you, the feeling of longing and regret leaving a bad taste on his tongue.

No matter the circumstances, Thomas Shelby wouldn't ever say he is an emotional or sensitive man. With all the horrors he's seen, all the men he's brutally murdered, the business he leads, there was just no space in his life for feelings. Even so, that doesn't mean they didn't plague him- in fact, they took over his mind at every given chance. Every time he let himself breathe and relax his muscles, he was taken there, to a place where you exposed the thoughts and emotions buried the deepest in his consciousness.

"Tom?" you called, a smile painted on your face. Oh, this was one of his favourite memories. "Look, I want you to see this." your request caught his attention, making him glance up at you, taking notice of the new garments on your frame. "What do you think?" you gestured at your outfit. "The seamstress finished it earlier today. I'm thinking of wearing it the charity event next week."

If only he didn't take you to that ball...

"It looks perfect. you're always beautiful, love." Tommy replied, watching you change back into your nightgown, joining him in bed- back when it was still both his and yours to share.

"Fuck." he spoke in a low, tired tone. He had to get his shit together, stop reminiscing, he thought to himself. Well, perhaps later he would- for now, he wanted to keep you around, in whatever way possible.

The hours went by as Thomas drowned himself with work in the office, a poor attempt to drown out the thought of you. He got up from his chair, dragging his tired self to the cabinet and pouring himself a glass of whisky. Sitting behind the desk again, he drank up the contents of the glass in one uninterrupted take, setting it on the wooden desk quite harshly.

For a second, his head was empty. Then, there you were- the vision of your ghost like an oasis sighting to him. You took a step closer to him, standing behind the office desk as you rested your hands on his shoulders, earning a relieved sigh from Tommy, who leaned into your touch almost desperately.

"Did you miss me, darling?" Your voice was like medicine to his soul, making the pain drift away while he heard it- except it made his heart ache even more after, when he was reminded you weren't truly there anymore.

"Everyday, love." He replied with a tormented tone.

"You know you can't keep living like this, Tom. Our son needs a father." You spoke softly. "He needs you."

"There's no joy in this house without you, (y/n). Charlie misses you just like me, everyday."

You remained silent for some time, offering comfort with your touch rather than words. Tommy accepted every gesture of yours, taking every second he could get with you.

"It's not your fault, Tom. There was nothing you could do to prevent that bullet from reaching me." You spoke up again, kneeling down until your lips reached his ear. "Do you remember my last request to you, just before I died?"

"To be good to Charlie, take care of him." The expression on his face was pained as he answered your question, reminding him of your last moments on earth.

"Exactly. Have you gotten him a horse yet?"

"Yes. I bought him one for Christmas, a good breed."

"That's good. Be patient with him, Tom. He's got a strong-willed spirit like yours."

Tommy felt your lips on his cheek, looking up to see your face. But just like that, you were gone once more.

#madeinlisbon #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby #tommy x reader #peaky blinders #cillian murphy #cillian x reader #charlie shelby #peaky blinders fanfic #grace shelby #arthur shelby #john shelby #winter #angst #drabble #my writing

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nicoline1998enilocin · 9 months

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Bake it 'til you make it

PAIRING | Chris Evans x Best Friend!Female!Reader

WORD COUNT | 1.8K

SUMMARY | Chris pulled a horrible stunt in the karaoke bar and you're not sure if you're ready to forgive him quite yet. After a few days of personal space, you come back, and for a little while it seems like nothing ever happened, but that quickly changed when the two of you were done baking together.

WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Break up via voicemail, the need of some personal space, Chris is a mess in this one, and later he is the good old flirty Chris again. Oh, and brownies. Lots of brownies.

A/N | This one shot is part of my Baker's Dozen AU, but can be read as part of the story, or a standalone one shot! 🖤

Divider is made by @firefly-graphics

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🩷

Main Masterlist | Chris Evans Masterlist | AU Masterlist

It is still hard to comprehend, on one hand, Chris just admitted his feelings towards you that go beyond just friendship, but on the other hand, Chris admitted he has feelings for you that go beyond friendship. You’re not sure how you feel about this, and you just left everyone behind at the bar where you were hanging out with your colleagues, and your boyfriend Jessie. “Jessie! Oh, shit!” you say to yourself as you’ve come back to your senses a little bit. You were still standing on the side of the abandoned road you stopped at earlier because your emotions were running high, and you couldn’t take it anymore.

Your phone was still somewhere on the bottom of your purse after you had thrown it in there when you left to go to the bar with Chris. You left so abruptly that you didn’t give anyone a chance to follow you, and now you had to face the consequences. You dug it out of your purse and it had been blown up with countless calls and messages from all your colleagues, but you had only one missed call you cared about most right now, Jessie’s. He left you a voicemail and your fingers quickly tapped the button to listen to it.

When you heard his broken voice on the other side, your heart broke into a million little pieces. He didn’t have to tell you what happened, you could hear it in his voice, and it tore your insides apart, like knives were stabbing you and twisting constantly. And that’s when he told you the one thing you didn’t know you needed to hear.

“Hi, Y/N. It’s me, Jessie. Obviously,” he says and he chuckles a little despite the sadness laced through his voice. “I wanted to say I’m sorry for what happened tonight, even though it’s not mine or your fault, it still sucks. Chris sucks, honestly. But I think you deserve to be with him more than with me, I’m sure he can give you all the things I’d never be able to. I’ve seen the way you look at each other, and I see a love between the two of you that I know goes deeper than I ever could love you. Go for him, Y/N, you deserve to be happy with him. I love you, but I’m not the right guy for you, he is. Just promise me that you will still be friends with me because I can’t live without you in my life,”.

And with that, the line cuts off. Leaving you alone on the side of the road. Literally. Even though Jessie just broke up with you through a voicemail, it still didn't hurt as much as you had thought. You lowered your phone from your ear and rested your head against the steering wheel as you let out a few stray tears. Suddenly you got another phone call, and this time it was Chris. For a few seconds, you debate whether or not to pick it up, and you ultimately decide to do it. ''Hi,'' you say, your voice hoarse from crying and screaming your lungs out earlier. ''Muffin, where are you? Are you okay?'' he blurts out, clearly not expecting you to pick up the phone.

''I-I don't know. I'm okay, but I think I'm going to sleep at a hotel for a few nights, I need to have some space and get my thoughts in order,'' you sigh, needing to be away from him for a little while. You can just ask a friend for some clothes or get some from the store, it would be fine. You can't be around Chris right now, and this seems like the best option so you just go for it. ''Alright, I love you, Muffin. Can't wait to have you back here,'' he says, the defeat very apparent in his voice. ''I love you, Cupcake,'' you say with a small smile, even though he can't see it. ''Love you too, Muffin,'' he replies and you hang up.

Your stay in the hotel has been nothing short of wonderful, but you can't stay away from Chris forever. After 5 days in the hotel, you check out and walk back to your car, your dirty clothing in a bag your friend Jess brought over the first day. During the drive back to your shared apartment you're holding the steering wheel of your car so tight your knuckles have turned completely white at the force. You haven't slept well, but at the very least your nights were better than Chris' nights. He stayed up late every night and got up early every morning in the hope he would see you again, but the two of you only saw each other during classes.

During said classes, you haven't talked to him, although it was not for his lack of trying. ''Chris, don't,'' is the most you have said during those five days and even though you miss your best friend, you find it hard to forgive him for the stunt he pulled in the karaoke bar. You have been hanging out with other classmates and paired up with them when necessary, but you couldn't help but steal some glances at Chris now and again. Right now you were kind of glad to go home again, to sleep in your bed, to wear your clothes. To bake in your kitchen.

You park your car in its designated spot in the garage, get out to grab your bag, and head up to the apartment. The elevator ride is short since you only live on the 3rd floor of the building, but your heart beats faster every time you take a step towards your door. You fish the keys out of your purse and unlock the door, the sight in front of you even worse than you could have imagined. Chris was asleep on the couch, and he looked even worse than he did the days you saw him during your classes, and you got extremely worried all of a sudden. You drop your bags and quickly walk over to where he's laying on the couch.

''Chris, please wake up. It's me, Y/N,'' you say and you gently shake him awake. He slowly opens his eyes only to look directly into the ones he's been so desperately wanting to see. You're back, and he couldn't be happier right now. ''Muffin...'' he says before quickly sitting up and pulling - or more manhandling at this point - you onto his lap in a tight embrace. His face is nuzzled into your hair as he takes in deep whiffs of the smell of shampoo and conditioner you've used. Your arms wrap around him and you pull yourself tighter into his embrace, not wanting to let him go just yet. Suddenly, you feel bad for the way you treated him, the way you left him behind.

Tears are escaping from your eyes, and suddenly you hear Chris sniffle too. ''Cupcake, I'm so sorry for leaving the way I did. I didn't mean for it to get this far. I'm glad I had some time to think, but right now all I want is to bake something, with you. Would you be willing to help me?'' you ask in a soft voice, and he nods. ''I'd love that, Muffin,'' he says and the two of you sit like that for a little while longer. ''Alright, but you need to take a shower first, otherwise I won't let you anywhere near the kitchen!'' you joke and he laughs, a deep rumbling laugh from deep within, which warms you from the inside out.

''Okay, but only because you're asking nicely,'' he says and he loosens the grip on your waist, so you can get up and he can go take his shower. You head up to your room too, so you can get changed into a more comfortable outfit too, before doing your laundry and cleaning the apartment. When Chris is done he walks down the stairs in a pair of black jogging pants and a band shirt, his hair still wet but his complexion looking a lot better now that he has a bit of a red flush on his cheeks from the heat of the shower.

''Muffin, I'm so sorry-,'' he starts but you cut him off. ''I don't want to talk about that now. Right now, I just want to bake together, and not think about anything else. Right now, I need some uninterrupted Cupcake time,'' you say and a big smile appears on his face. ''Alright, what did you have in mind today?'' he asks. ''Caramel brownies, what else?!'' you answer and Chris just shakes his head with a chuckle. ''Should've known!'' he says before pulling you in for a hug, and you happily reciprocate, but not without a little teasing. Your hands slide under his shirt and onto his back, but he lets out a gasp and steps back when he feels your ice-cold hands on his skin.

''What was that for?!'' he exclaims and you double over from laughing so hard, it hurts your stomach. He can't stay mad at you and he laughs too, heading towards the kitchen and getting the ingredients ready. When you're putting the ingredients for the mix into your mixing bowl, Chris comes to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against his chest. His head just leans on yours as the two of you sway to the music he turned on earlier, and you feel like nothing ever changed. But you know full well it has, but you're not quite ready to face that reality just yet.

Chris is making another batch of brownies, but he makes a twist on the traditional brownies recipe by making cookie dough brownies instead, which are one of his favorites. Yours are already in the oven, and by the time yours are done and cooling, Chris is finishing his batch too, letting them cool alongside yours. You're standing with your back against the kitchen counter, leaning on it as you're watching Chris working with a concentrated face, he always looks cute when he's focused on his baking. ''Alright, all done!'' he says when the finishing touch is done and they're complete.

Chris turns around and looks at you with a loving smile on his face. ''Thank you for doing this, I haven't laughed this hard in a while,'' he says as he makes his way over to you. His hands find their places next to yours on the edge of the counter and your breath hitches as he's getting closer. His face is coming closer to yours, and when your lips almost brush each other he asks, ''So, are we finally going to talk about what I did?'' before pulling away and leaving you standing there unable to move. He is well aware of the effect he had on you just now, and couldn't help but smirk as he saw you standing there, biting your lip, trying to comprehend what happened just a few seconds ago.

#alternate universe #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x reader #chris evans #chris evans au #chris evans fluff #chris evans angst

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judgementdaysunshine · 2 months

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Just tell me why

Pairing: Christian Cage x Fem reader

Description: After heated arguments and ring side yelling things boil over between you and Christian

You and Christian had known each other for years being in WWE in the late 90's before both of you left with you joining ECW in 2003 until it finally closed a few years later while christian joined TNA before returning to WWE. He eventually retired for a couple of years due to a head injury from a match After a few years of being on tna you decided to leave and head to AEW noticing quite a bit more creative freedom and since your old friends Sting and Jeff were on there fitting right in with the rest of the roster until an old face came back into your life, the last few years between you and christian were messy due to both your crazy schedules but also due to him somewhat ignoring you feeling that you had done something to upset him but when you look back and even talk to Edge and ask him about it he tells you that christian had talked about wanting to see you or return to tna until his injury that had him retire for the last few years feeling confused and frustrated after you and him would be yelling and arguing with each other until one day after a really bad argument at ringside during his match you had called edge telling him everything before going out for a hectic three way match with Saraya and Willow Nightingale leading you to be thrown onto glass wincing at the burning feeling coursing through you. Once you were checked over and only had small cuts and scrapes you head to your locker room only to hear christian talking loudly on the phone stopping when you hear edge on the other end "You fucking love her yet you make her feel like shit and think you don't care about her at all!" tears form in your eyes knowing that he was talking about what you had told him earlier and that he was pissed the way his best friend had been treating you not realizing christian had seen you as you turn and go in your locker room slowly showering washing a little dried blood off you before changing and watching sting's match turning when you hear a knock opening it to find christian who walks in and closes the door "Listen I know I haven't been the best person here lately but I have a reason for it" you feel frustration wash over you yet again before looking at him trying to keep your emotions buried in asking him one question you had wondered for the past few weeks "Christian just tell me why, why have you been doing all this?" he looks at you feeling his heart crack at the tears that form in your eyes knowing that he had definitely messed things up "Cause I thought I had lost you and I didn't know if I could get you back" the words hit you like a ton of bricks and leave you confused before the gap between the two of you is sealed almost yelping when christian surges forward pressing your lips together wrapping your arms around his shoulders before he pulled away "I have loved you for years and after what happened the last time I saw you in WWE I couldn't forgive myself for it so I'd rather you hate me because of it". The last time the two of you saw each in WWE was a tag team match together before he got his head injury and during that match he had accidentally ran into you leading to you landing and hurting your rib as well as your eye bleeding which affected him more than you thought "That wasn't your fault and I'm okay my rib was cracked and it healed and my eye is perfect" you wrap your arms around him before another kiss is shared "I love you" the words hit him in the heart realizing it wasn't his fault for you getting hurt and that you didn't blame him for it but also that you both returned the twenty years of held in feelings for each other as you laid in his arms on the couch in your locker room in a peaceful silence as Collision finished up.

#christian cage x reader #aew #aew x reader #christian cage

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tojikai · 7 months

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I have a small message for some readers: stories and characters develop. People are going to change for the better or the worst, that’s just how it goes. Naomi wasn’t always the perfect girl (she never was), and with Gojo that’s up to you. Some people feel like he hasn’t done enough or doesn’t deserve Y/N for what he’s done to her, shit even Gojo himself feels like he doesn’t. That’s totally valid. But it’s weird when some readers are frustrated that characters try redeeming themselves or turn out to be terrible or even just make mistakes 😭 no one is perfect, that would make for a boring story. honestly this behavior happens sometimes and I just don’t get it. That anon that was victim blaming gojo for almost getting r*ped and excusing naomi really got under my skin and I felt like I had to say something. ANYWAY.

One thing I wanna say is, good for his dad. He’s finally doing what he should’ve done earlier. Staying together for a kid is never a good idea, they can always tell and it’s better to live with two parents that are happier apart than miserable together. Satoru probably saw how his father tolerated his mother and it skewed his view on relationships. But not anymore, I hope they both cut that parasite out of their lives for good. I hope that they can both go no contact easily but poor Satoru is gonna need years of therapy to undo the damage she’s done.

I’m so nervous about what Toji is going to say to Satoru. I’m actually feeling like Toji might tell him that he wants to give Satoru another chance with Y/N. Another reader pointed out that Toji had the luxury to live out their happy family and I know he would want Y/N and Yui to have that opportunity. Toji has his faults but he’s a good person and I said a couple chapters back he wants Y/N to be happy.

I DO THINK he should be letting Y/N make these decisions to be honest but I don’t even know what Toji is gonna say so let me stop before I get ahead of myself LOL

Satoru was too lenient on Naomi but it’s his decision to make on what he thinks should happen. A legal battle would just put the entire situation at the forefront of his life for months, maybe years and he just seems tired of it all. I just hope she leaves and doesn’t ever come back, she’s done enough.

Through it all, I wonder what Y/N wants. Would she be willing to give Gojo another chance? Does she even still love him like that? We’ve been a bit in the dark about her actual feelings for him, we just know what she’s been thinking. She’s a very reserved protagonist, even to us as readers I think. Toji can make her happy, I think she knows this too. So if a decision was to be made by her, I wonder what she’d choose.

I’m hoping that this zoo hangout can give them some peace and clarity for their future. Whatever it is, I know you’ll do it justice. This next chapter is either the final one, or the second to last one and I’m so excited!

Thank you so much Kai, this chapter was incredible and I hope uni is treating you well 🥰 much love to you and I appreciate your work so much. Be well!

hiiii, this is so on point. just like real people, these characters change depending on the situation they go through and information they acquire. i feel like some readers wants someone perfect, but having perfect characters could literally end an angst story in a chapter or 2 so that's less fun 😭 as for toji, he really wants yn to be and he can make her happy, it's just that their situation isn't really helping or allowing it to happen smoothly 🥹 satoru was being a soft about what he wants to happen to naomi for the sake of peace. man's just tired and other than that, he's blaming himself for it too. it's like he's thinking that it wouldn't have happened if he didn't drag it long :(( As for yn's feelings, i hope chapter 8 can deliver it well, it's in there !! anw thank you so much for this, im grateful for all of your support to me and this story<3 i hope you're doing well~

#🍭—kaitalks #f: sundered

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void-cloud · 3 months

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So I've been ignoring my Mom all year. Which is more than usual.

See, last year I made it a point to at least call for birthdays and meet up for food every couple months or so. But this year it's been full silence from my side since what happened in January. And with the usually obligatory major holiday meetup looming in front of me, I've been trying to figure out why.

Well, turns out: I hate her.

I know this is mental health tumblr, so this isn't really a very unique statement, but I'm happy to be part of this club now x)

I knew I didn't like her. And my entire family is united in knowing that she isn't easy to deal with. But for all this time I have maintained that I don't hate her for what happened during my childhood. Yeah sure the fallout is *vaguely motions to my entire psych rep sheet* but it's not like she is the only one who had a hand in giving me abandonement issues. Both my sisters and Dad equally fucked off and left me behind in one way or another.

And yet, I don't hold the same animosity with them the way I do with her. I can have zero contact with Sis 2 for a year and we'll get together and talk and vibe with zero problems. Sis 1 apologizing to me for leaving at that time is a memory I hold dear and while I have way more conflicting feelings about my Dad, his unwavering support in the last couple years has made up for a lot of what happened earlier.

While nothing is truly resolved (and likely won't ever be at this point cause tbh I have other priorities), they all made changes and evolved and we found ways to support each other to whatever capacity possible.

Meanwhile, the person who actually raised me has just gotten worse over the years. Getting more and more wrapped up in her own bitterness and jealousy and how she has to have it the worst and everyones problems are somehow her fault and *sighs*

She yearns for connection and yet everytime something is not about her or something that interests her then it will get dismissed and the topic changed. When I got a (second) tattoo years ago, her first reaction was to say: "No stop doing that." Whenever I tried to share my interests with her growing up, she would dismiss it cause she didn't care about the thing. And then be hurt by us not having anything to talk about. I have told her multiple times that her throwing out my cool nightlamp sucked and I still think about that sometimes and so far she has apologized twice for hiding a book that had pictures she didn't approve of. Oh no, H.R.Giger is gonna...idk, I honestly never noticed that book being gone cause it was an impulse buy.

Like, there are actually many things that I can rationalize away if it was just that. Her being weird about me being queer sucked, but she also never stopped me from dating same gender or otherwise express myself. Dropping me with "family" while they fought out the divorce is a good chunk of why I am as fucked as I am but also....I 100% understand that it wasn't done with any malice. From her point of view it was the best thing she could do and welp, nobody connected the dots and did some damage control afterwards. Which is also on the rest of the family tbh

The thing is that she just never stopped being that way. Unwilling to hear that her decisions weren't good and blaming people who bring these things up for attacking her and "Well ok all is just my fault! Are you happy now??! ;_;"

A lot of things broke in me in January.

My patience for her shit was one of those.

While writing this New Years passed and I did not talk to her. Instead I spent a couple days with the rest of the family on vacation.

She has tried calling me a couple times but I just stare at the phone and move on with the day.

Idk, part of me would be elated to just go fully no contact for longer, but another wants to give her...something? A notion of why this is happening I guess. Just can't find it fully in me to formulate it yet

I'm ready to say I hate her, but I'm not ready to fully abandon her

#watching my sis straight up refuse to play along anymore has been eye opening #yells at cloud #people cloud #yelling at family

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evevoli · 1 year

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HI anon from yesterday here again... thank you so much for your response yesterday especially because oh my god you are so right. about everything. also i am 10000000 times more crazy and insane now. like. LIKE. My daily routine. step one think about "you're family now." step two get enlisted into the mental hospital

as much as i am so so So sad and disappointed that luz and hunter don't have so much more time onscreen together perhaps it's for the best their development (in the human realm mostly) was off screen because truly i would not survive. like you said hunter did nothing but be an asshole to her every single time they met but luz is just such a good person she never gave up on trying to befriend him and knew that he was just a good person in a horrible place. Im crazy. you're right that ABSOLUTELY gives bro sleepless nights. and how id say they Get each other some of the best out of the hexsquad, because of their secrets and i mean the Horror of hollow mind and belos can only really be understood by someone who was also there y'know..

and ofc this goes for all the kids + camila but i wonder how horrible and even guilty hunter felt when he learned luz almost DIED being petrified by belos on the day of unity, because in his mind he'd probably see that as his fault, and conveniently ignore how belos likely would've killed him the second he saw him if luz didn't switch there places. Hahaha.... Aahahahh!!! <- Deranged

^ US RN (DERANGED)

GODDD IM GOING SCREAM..... lord i can't even Imagine the panic he must have felt going after luz on the DOU knowing belos could decide to kill her at any moment. holy shit dude.

she'd already saved him over and over solely out of the goodness of her heart and now here she is, readily taking his place on the gallows just because he matters that much to her, without having done a thing to deserve it, im just. GHHHHHHHH i need 2 sit down . and h i finished rewatching hunting palisman like an hour ago so u know my Brainrot Neurons are currently firing at all cylinders. goes insane. i am so obsessed w these two

like fuckkk dude .. luz telling hunter "you're not my friend" after he betrays her, all but saying she genuinely considered him a friend up until that point. and earlier, she went from viewing him as a begrudging ally at best until he shared some of his tragic backstory and suddenly had no problem giving him back his staff as if she trusted he wouldn't use it against her?? as if she Knew, Instantly, that he was never really a bad person? ?? girl took one look at this sopping wet beast of a man and said By God I Will Assimilate You Into My Found Family By Force If Need Be literally ,,,, LIKE !! lock me in a cage and throw away the key i'm going rabid

god. im fuckign with u there anon maybe it's a blessing these two don't have as much screentime together because 🤝🤝 if you think im annoying already i would undoubtedly be Even Worse. mental illness xtreme. i would be tearing this website asunder

#love hearing from u anon ur takes. exquisite #toh #the owl house #hunter toh #hunter noceda #luz noceda #asks

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ificouldhelpyouforget · 2 years

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[1] Savin' Your Ass (Tim Riggins x OFC)

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A/N: This will probably be my only note as I'm posting these chapters on here. I don't know how long this process will take because I do have to work and I have a lot to move around. I'll try to get as much done as I can each time, but I can only do so much at a time. Anyway, for those who haven't read this, I hope you enjoy it as a FNL fan! Thanks!

Warnings: none

Words: 2.4k

I was jogging through a nearby neighborhood when I heard the sound of metal on metal and glass shattering. Someone was taking their rage out a car around there. Picking up my speed, I followed the sounds to the next street over.

Four football players – Panther football players – slammed metal bats down on a familiar black Chevy Silverado sitting in the Riggins' driveway. I guessed the rumors going around town about Tim Riggins and Jason Street's girlfriend, Lyla, finally reached destructive heights. Sometimes the people of Dillon, Texas were a bunch of pricks.

"Hey!" I shouted. The ferocity in my voice shocked me but wasn't loud enough for the boys to hear me over their bats. "Cut it out!" I managed to grab one of the bats as a guy pulled back for another swing. I ripped it from his hands and started swinging.

He jumped back and ducked. His buddies stopped at the sight of me coming at them with a bat, a few chuckling at me. One came at me, so I swung and knocked him to his knees.

"Get out of here! I ain't afraid to beat the shit out of you and ruin the rest of your season." I swung again, one guy taking off. "I won't hesitate to call the cops here, either. Go home and leave Riggins alone!" I ran at them, bat cutting through the air, and they retreated. I threw the bat toward them as they went. It clattered loudly on the driveway.

The inappropriate shouts from the football players fell on deaf ears when I heard the truck door open. I turned around to find Tim Riggins stepping out of his truck. My anger at my fellow students was set aside for a moment.

"You were in there?" I balled my fists. "Fuckin' assholes!" I didn't think they'd hear me, but I wanted to shout their way anyway. I took a few breaths and made a motion to chase after them, but Tim grabbed my arm.

"You'll end up like my truck if you go after them, Barton."

"Yeah, but if someone doesn't try to beat some sense into them they'll come back. It lucky your truck was the only thing damaged."

"Just let 'em go."

I stared at his face seeing the utter defeat in his eyes. I glanced at his shattered windows. "You okay?"

The corner of his mouth turned up and he said a quiet yeah. "My truck's seen better days."

"Tell Coach Taylor. He'll do something about them since they're on the team."

He shook his head and took in the damage on his truck. "Why are you out here so late?"

"Runnin'. I was a street over when I heard 'em, so I went to check it out. I'm surprised no one else heard it."

"You know, there could be football players with baseball bats out at night."

I laughed. "I think I can manage. Thanks for carin' Riggins." My hand rested on the hood of his truck and I frowned at it. "If you need any help with this, you know where to find me. Sorry this happened."

"Wasn't your fault."

"Still doesn't mean it should have happened. For a Christian town, Dillon sure isn't forgivin'." I patted his arm. "Be careful, okay? They might be back."

"You sure it's safe to be runnin' back home by yourself?" Tim glanced down the side of the house where the guys disappeared.

I reached down and picked up the bat I chucked. "I can use this if I need to. It worked well once already tonight."

Tim ran his hand through his hair as he chuckled softly. "Let me walk ya home, Catherine. I owe you for earlier."

"I'll be okay." I smiled. "You get inside and start workin' out how you're gonna fix your truck."

"I'm not lettin' you walk away from here alone. Worried people will see us together?"

I scoffed. "Absolutely not. People can think whatever they want about me. They already do. Walkin' with you won't hurt my reputation any more than not walkin' with you."

"Then let me walk you home." Tim stuffed his hands in his front pockets.

"All right. I'll only let you walk me home if you promise to have Billy pick you up."

A smile grew on his face. "If Bill kills me, it's on you."

"I think he'll understand if we tell him what happened." I waved Tim toward me. "If you're insisting on this then we better start walkin'."

Tim stayed quiet as he walked beside me. Something was on his mind and I had a feeling I knew what it was.

I took his hand and squeezed once before releasing it. "I don't know what's goin' on with you, Jason, and Lyla – and I don't need to know. But I know that things will get better one of these days. Things can only stay so bad for so long."

"My life has been pretty bad for a long time, Barton."

I nudged his side with my shoulder. "Only because you let it."

He was quiet again and I let the peace stay.

Tim and I were never close growing up. We knew of each other because everyone knew everyone in Dillon. We also had our fair share of interactions – all short – but it never amounted to much more than that. He was a jock and I was an art geek. He was a nice jock who didn't make fun of me like some of the other football players and he would nod my way at football games when Billy invited me along a few times. It was how we were and neither of us seemed to mind either way.

"You think J is gonna forgive me?"

I wasn't expecting him to mention any part of what was going on with his friend. "I don't know, Tim," I said. "I know less about Jason than I do you. You two were best friends though, right?" He nodded. "It's hard to really mess up good friendships. Even if a girl comes in between them.

"Everyone makes mistakes and if Jason is half the guy he was on the football field, I think he'll forgive you. Don't force it and it'll work out."

Tim sighed and stuffed his hands into his pockets again. "Thank you, by the way."

"You're welcome."

I heard something in the distance and looked over. Tim paused with me, watching. When nothing happened, I relaxed and we continued walking.

"So, uh, what are ya thinkin' of doing after high school?" I hated small talk, but I hated missing opportunities to get to know people.

He shrugged and muttered something about not caring.

"You're a smart guy. You'll figure somethin' out." I sent him another smile.

"Last I checked I'm failing most of my classes," he said.

"Doesn't mean you're dumb. You're lazy and have other things you want to put your focus into. There's a lot of other students like you. I bet if you applied yourself like you do in football, you'd do really well."

He didn't say anything, clearly pondering my words. Well, I hoped he was mulling them over. It was hard to read Tim Riggins sometimes.

"Someday you won't have those rally girls to help and then you'll be outta luck. I think you're better than that, better than what people think."

"We aren't friends, you know."

"Yeah, I know. That doesn't mean I can't tell you I care or be kind to you or call you out. I'd do the same for anyone else in that school." I chuckled to myself. "Also, I don't expect us to be friends after Billy picks you up tonight. You and I are from different worlds, not that I think we can't be friends because of that. You don't need people thinkin' I'm your friend because I want to make you into someone you're not and I don't need them thinkin' you're my charity case. We each have our friends we can go to and that's all right." I pointed a finger at him. "But us not being friends doesn't mean I'm going to sleep with you. I'm not that kind of gal."

"I wasn't gonna ask." I raised an eyebrow and he rolled his eyes. "I wasn't. I've got two girls mad at me and I don't need a third.

"Thanks for considerin' the well-being of others." A few giggles left my throat.

"Somethin' funny?"

"This right here is. I saved your ass, you're walking me home, and we're talkin' about not bein' friends. It's amusing."

"You're weird."

"You're weird." I poked his arm with a single finger. "But you can be weird and still be a jock. I nice jock, but a jock. I'm shoved over with the outcasts because I'm too weird."

"Why do you want to be what they make you?"

"Because it's not fun getting bullied when I try to be something else. When you're on the bottom, it's easy to see that Dillon High has a hierarchy." I almost tripped over my own feet, snickering at my clumsiness.

The half smile I noticed many times before was back on Tim's face. "Yeah, well, if anyone gives you trouble... I'll help you out."

"I appreciate that, Riggins, but I can handle it." I twist the bat in my hand. "I really do appreciate it. You'll be the first person I look for when I need some backup. As long as it doesn't get you into any trouble, that is. I'd hate to be the reason you're kicked off the team or somethin'."

I saw my house at the top of the hill, an irritating beacon for everyone in Dillon that my family had money. For the first time in Tim's presence, I felt self-conscious and embarrassed. I stopped and faced him.

"Uh, why don't you drop me off here and ask one of the neighbors if you can use their phone?"

He glanced up at the house. "Don't chicken out now, Barton. We all know ya live there."

"Yeah, but–"

"Come on." He didn't care at all, which made it worse when he strolled up to my front door. He eyed the columns and ornate door. Tim smirked back at me when I trudged up behind him. "Are your parents home?"

I studied him suspiciously. "No. They're rarely here." I crossed my arms. "I told you I'm not sleepin' with you."

"And I told you I wasn't askin'. Despite popular belief, I don't try gettin' with every girl I see."

"Then why are you asking about my parents?"

"I don't know much about them."

"There's not much to know about them except they travel a lot."

Tim sat down on the front step. "Do you know your parents?"

I shifted my weight before sitting next to him. "I'd like to think I do, but I don't. They're strangers to me. When they're home we don't speak much. They sometimes ask me about school. That's about it."

"Damn. Even rich kids have family problems."

I laughed. "Yeah, we do."

We sat there for a few quiet minutes until Tim glanced at me. "You gonna let me call Billy?"

"I'll call him for ya." I stood and patted his shoulder. "I'll be right back. Stay here, please."

Taking out my key, I let myself in and ran to the phone. My fingers type in Billy's number and he picks up in two rings.

"Can you pick up Tim from my house?"

He sighed. "What did he do now? Please tell me you didn't sleep with him."

"It may come as a surprise but we didn't and Tim didn't do anything. Some guys trashed his truck. I heard 'em and saved the day. Your brother was kind enough to walk me home."

"Little Timmy did that?"

Laughter came from my lungs. "Yeah. Can you get him? I don't want the guys from earlier comin' after him again."

"Yeah. I'll be there in 30."

I hung up and started back to the front door. Tim Riggins stood in the foyer with his eyes glued to the chandelier.

I punched his arm. "I told you to stay out front."

"You left the door open." He smirked. "I figured I'd take a look at Catherine Barton's fancy livin'."

"Well, Billy won't be here for a little while, so I might as well show you around." I walked toward the living room. "Please don't tell anyone about this. I don't care if people think we did something, but I do care if they know I'm livin' alone here... that I live in this giant house as if it's my own. I'd like to avoid the bullies who would come from this."

Tim stood in front of me a little closer than I was comfortable with. I took one step back.

"I'm not tellin' anyone."

"Thank you."

*****

I followed Tim outside when Billy pulled up. I heard Billy ask if Tim was okay. Tim mumbled his response right as Billy looked at me.

"Thanks, Catherine."

"I'm here to serve." I saluted with two fingers. "Good luck cleanin' up your truck, Riggins."

"Didn't you say you'd help me?"

I matched the smirk on his face. "Yeah? Should I come by after school tomorrow?"

"Sounds good."

I waved the boys away, snickering when Billy smacked Tim's side. Billy scolded him for flirting with me. If only he knew that Tim wouldn't win me over with a little flirting – if that was actually flirting. Tim Riggins was the kind of guy a girl like me tried to keep at arm's length.

Billy's truck pulled out of the driveway. An arm came out of both windows, the brothers sending another goodbye. I politely responded and waited for the taillights to disappear down the road before slipping back inside.

I sighed and looked at the empty house. I kind of missed Tim Riggins' company.

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abcdosaka · 16 days

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had a pretty hard time at work last week. got my period + i got chewed out by that one guy again (probably the fourth or fifth time by now) bc i didn’t communicate something well. the deadline is next week, which i didn't know about, and he wanted to have this completed last week and now its pushed to monday probably. it was my fault and i’ll admit that. but the truth is i just fucking hate talking to him. if he wasn't so completely intolerable to talk to i wouldn't mind it as much but holy shit. what a seriously hateable guy. i was watching a video earlier today and i got a little annoyed because the person in the video had similar features to the guy.

he always talks over me and doesn't let me finish my thought or question. he does this to everyone it seems worst with the women in the office

he definitely thinks i'm stupid. whenever i ask him a question he's like ok clearly i need to dumb this down for you (not exact phrasing of course but that's basically what he's saying). like no wonder i don't fucking like asking him questions

i feel like he regrets choosing to hire me. i know they wanted to hire someone a bit more experienced and i'm not like i just graduated. but to be quite honest in my interview i fucked up bad like i could barely answer the technical questions but i did express a desire to learn. so idk i feel like that's not really on me

our personalities just don't match at all. honestly i used to try hard to be laidback and able to handle anyone but it just kinda made me a pushover. when i assert myself with this guy he just gets mad. this always happens like every single time i try to assert myself bc i'll admit it, i'm a shy chick, i'm on fucking tumblr so no shit, but i hate hate hate the feeling of being steamrolled over.

his management style/expectations just make very little sense to me. like he's always pointing out stuff i should've done when i'm showing him results. or stuff that i didn't even think was my responsibility. he's kinda all over the place when giving me instructions, he's always skipping steps and then making me feel stupid for not being able to keep up. it gives me such imposter syndrome

all of this combined with the fact that he's super smart makes him pretty intimidating. and the fact that i have to mainly work with him bc he's the only other (specialized in my specific field at the office) is seriously like.... tough shit for me.

i'm not the first person to feel this way. two of the other junior employees said they really didn't like working with him. one of them even said she straight up couldn't deal with him bc he was so mean. she also said that the company is def aware of this but they're not great at responding to it.

the pm i'm doing one project with (which he was kinda supervising) was like yeah he's super intimidating and honestly not a fun guy to work with but he's a hard worker and will work to get stuff done. that's great that he's like the backbone of the company or whatever but that actually makes me a bit more mad. it's like when the patriarch of a family is trash but you can't say anything bc "oh he's holding it together he's the breadwinner". it just feels like it's being held over my head a bit. we couldn't have someone nicer in this position?

worst part is i can't just say he's a shit boss bc he's not wrong. like i said (his favourite words btw), he's chewed me out a lot over my communication skills and i get that i need to improve that but he just really gives me anxiety. plus he's told me good work over some stuff a couple times. (always with a caveat of course lmao). and i haven't been as fast as i know i could be bc i try to figure shit out by myself since i hate asking him questions, end up spinning my wheels and having to ask him anyway, and then he tells me i should be faster. which yes i totally could be if you weren't a piece of shit!

like people don't do things for no reason especially not me. maybe dumb reasons yes but not no reason. and i know what kinda things motivate me to actually thrive in a workplace. that is to say, i vibe with the carrot, i don't with the stick. i dunno i'm normally not super affected by it bc i really don't give a shit if he hates me on a personal level unless it affects my job but (this was on thursday evening when work was ending) prob bc of my period it really got to me this time and i cried on the way home and i was on/off crying yesterday. my eyes were soo puffy it was bad.

idk how long i'll last here. i really do kinda like working here (well i like 3 people and the rest i could take or leave) but i basically uprooted my life to be here. not that i'm mad about that bc i had very few friends back home and living at home was genuinely getting intolerable but it was a big decision. i don't want this to be a sunk cost scenario. but yesterday i was genuinely thinking like is this worth the stress? should i stay here for at least 4 years like i planned or stick it out for a year and get tf out?

i'm gonna try to be stronger and have more confidence bc i don't think he's the most unreasonable person ever. maybe i'll be petty and overcommunicate way too much and like tell him what i'm eating for lunch and shit bc at least it's fighting back somehow instead of being scared. (i'm not actually gonna do that. wish i could) but i'm not sticking around for much longer if things don't change. i just have no idea what to say or how to point it out esp if it's already a known issue. i do sorta feel supported by a couple ppl but...that has never been me, i've never felt strong enough to confront men like that. i guess if i do end up trying to leave, key word trying, i need to be really discerning during interviews. at least i have some leverage since i actually have a job now. as long as i don't lose it.

i was probably really upset bc this has been building up inside me for a while and my anxiety has taken over a lot thanks to him but i don't think its the worst situation to be in considering i'm new and i've only been in the office for like a month now. i just hate that i feel so associated with not meeting deadlines.

i also think i was kinda upset bc this dude is a lot like if my dad wasn't my dad but my boss. my dad is an alright father but if he wasn't personally related to me i wouldn't like him. getting yelled at by my dad was always terrifying for me as a kid so when my pm takes on that annoyed loud speaking tone all the fight in me just dies its embarassing. they're both really critical. neither of them can take a joke especially from a woman. plus they both smell bad like i forgot to mention this but holy moly they smell the exact same and it is MUSTY. oh and they're both asian. different parts of asia but whatever.

anyways like i know i can handle this i literally worked for that bitch karen in highschool and i was even less confident back then. plus i know i'm not stupid i graduated with a degree in this field and did 6 internships.

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snugglebuddyhan · 4 months

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Really, really, REALLY hate being the one at fault for shit that I didn't even start, bc WHY is my mom mad at me for not visiting with my brother and his wife when they came over earlier when they're literally homophobic? I am a queer person. Why would I want to sit and talk to them when they look down upon people like me? My brother has already implied I'm a sinner and I'm going to hell, so no, fuck him and his grooming ass wife

My brother was one of the most open minded people I knew until he married her. She forced her religion onto him and he ended up becoming grossly conservative afterwards. I remember when I came out to him he gave me a playboy magazine he had hidden behind his dresser and we flipped through it together, but now I'm a sinner who's going to burn in hell for an eternity? This is the same man who excitedly told everyone he knew that I was gay, bc he wasn't ashamed of me. This is the same man that said for all he knew he could end up with a guy as his partner. The same man who bought me a deck of cards with naked women on them as a gift. He didn't have a prejudice bone in his body until he married her. I don't even recognize him anymore

And don't get me started on his hypocrisy. I'm condemned to hell, but he nearly killed an entire family in a wreck HE caused. He totaled their car and left them with injuries and guess what he did? He came home and made jokes about it, carried on like nothing happened and put the financial burden of it on my mother. She loaned him money she didn't have. He ended up having to file for bankruptcy some time later, which was another burden he put on her shoulders. She was so stressed I remember her dropping a bowl of gumbo on the kitchen floor, bc her nerves were bad and immediately falling to the ground and crying. She was mentally exhausted, bc of him and when it was all over he never thanked her or paid her back any of the money she loaned him

He started hanging with a new crowd of people. They were all alcoholics and, bc he was friends with them he started drinking too. For a year straight he'd come home wasted. He'd drive around drunk all the time. He could have killed someone and any time we'd tell him that he'd get mad or say we're tripping. He was out there playing with people's lives like it was nothing

He STOLE money from his job for years. He was eventually caught. He told us his boss was going to report him to the police, but he changed his mind and let it slide by telling him to quit quietly. Just, bc he didn't go to jail doesn't mean what he did doesn't make him a criminal

He's lying to his wife's family, by telling them he fought in Iraq when he NEVER made it off Parris Island. His ass never stepped foot outside of South Carolina. He broke his wrist the first week he was there. He spent 3 weeks in the infirmary and was shipped back home, but he's out there telling people and mind you, he's telling the VETS in her family he served the country. It's sickening. He's deceiving everyone around him. All he does is lie. My mom confronted him about it, bc she's tired of seeing people on Facebook thank him for him for a service he never provided and he said he knows it's wrong and is going to tell his wife. Well, fast forward 2 years and he still hasn't said anything and expects us to keep a closed mouth

He has the fucking nerve to judge me, bc of who I'm attracted to, but not himself after all he's done? I'm going to hell? I'm the one who lives a life you don't approve of? And see, it's infuriating that my mom has approached him about his views despite all he's done and is still continuing to do. Told him how can he judge people. Asked him how he thinks he's going to see the gates and you know what this motherfucker says? "I'm still going to heaven. My place there is just going to be different" like??? You see how these people just bend the rules in their favor when necessary? Bitch, you're going to hell too. Judging me for what??

So, when he comes over I'm not going to be gaslit into speaking to him. He is not the victim here. Also, he's an Isreal supporter. Fuck him and his wife. I don't care that he's my brother when he doesn't even treat me like a sister. When I see him I see red. It's in everyone's best interest to keep him as far away from me as possible, bc let him say the wrong thing to me. I will destroy his marriage in 2.5 seconds. His wife don't play about that military shit. Her family is full of vets and when she finds out she's not married to the soldier she thought she was it's over and if he tests me I just might let it slip

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heizenka · 3 years

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┄ 1 STEP FORWARD 3 STEPS BACK [2]

➥ Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader

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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞!

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➥ disclaimers/warnings: f!reader, angst ;), toxic relationship, breakup, manipulation, language

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𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲: 1 Step Forward 3 Steps Back by Olivia Rodrigo

Bakugou's Pov

Once the door slammed behind me a painful feeling settled in my chest. And I hated it, it was worse than any injury I'd ever had. Nothing compared to this.

I had no particular destination in mind as I drove, I just needed a minute to be alone with my thoughts, I didn't mean any of the shit that I said back there, I fuckin' loved Y/N.

My grip on the the steering wheel became stronger, making my knuckles turn white. A deep sigh left my throat, I knew that I would have to face them again.

I took a left and pulled into an empty parking lot so that I would be able to turn around.

The drive back was worse. My heart ached as different scenarios of how this could turn out played in my head.

We could just work this out, and I would make sure I changed for the better

Or it would end up with them leaving me for good.

My faced pulled into a frown at the thought of the second probability. No, that won't happen, I'll make sure of it. As soon as I get home I'm going to apologize, and make sure this never happens again, because I love them too fukin' much to lose them.

Once I pulled into our driveway I quickly got out of the car and semi-jogged to the door. After unlocking it I quietly walked inside.

"Y/N?" No reply.

maybe they're sleeping. I pulled out my phone and looked at the time, it was currently 10:55. I mean it would make sense.

As I pocketed my phone I walked towards out shared bedroom and turned on small lamp that was near the door.

My heart picked up the pace one I saw they weren't there. Bathroom, they have to be there.

I walked further down the hallway before I stood before the bathroom door, "Y/N?" I asked while I knocked gently on the door. "I'm coming in alright?" I waited a moment for a reply, but got nothing.

I opened the door enough to fit my head in, after looking around the aching feeling in my chest came back. But now it was stronger.

"Y/N!" I was shouting now, my heat was pounding in my chest. My brain was only producing negative thoughts as I looked through our whole house.

After looking in the bedroom once more I noticed something i hadn't before. Their stuff was gone, all of their clothes. Everything.

My heart had dropped, I walked back in to our dining room where the fight we had lass then half and hour ago took place.

And that was when I noticed a single piece of paper and a black velvet box on the table. My chest was pounding, and my heart felt like it was being stabbed over and over and I put everything together.

With teary eyes I picked up the note and read it.

Bakugou,

You know how much I love you, and how much I always will. Bit I just can't keep doing this anymore. The relationship we used to have was so full of love, but now it's all gone. And neither of us can bring it back no matter how hard we try. This is the only option, and its the best option. For the both of us. Don't try to contact me. Take care of yourself Bakugou.

Love, Y/N

Tears rolled down my face, I had really done it this time hadn't I. They were gone and it was entirely my fault, my pride and ego got in the way of the only relationship I've ever cared about.

Sobs left my lips as I read the letter once again hoping this was some kind of sick prank, that this was their way of getting revenge on me.

"Haha Y/N. Very funny! You cam come out now!" My voice broke, I knew this wasn't a prank. It was real, this was my punishment.

But the worst part was that I fully deserved it. I was the downfall of us, I was the one who pushed them aside, I was the one who made them leave.

"I'm s-so sorry." My voice was barely above a whisper, sobs racked my whole body as I sat in the chair that Y/N sat in earlier.

Memories flashed through my head.

The first time I met them at U.A, our first date and the many others that followed, when we moved in together, and when I proposed to them.

I had the rest of our lives together planned out, but I didn't plan for this. But how could I? We both thought we would be together forever.

But I guess we were both wrong.

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t00turnttrauma · 2 years

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unexpected-jtk

Request: can you do something with Jake with Y/N and something that he surprises her with, like he comforts her after she gets beat or something. Something angsty and it doesn’t have to be romantic or anything.

This one hit hard.

warnings: domestic violence, fist fighting, bruises

You never expected to be part of the statistic. Nor did you ever believe that you were about to be one of the women on the other side of your office, the one telling the story instead of listening. Your brain was foggy, unable to believe that your other half of six years was capable of what he'd just done. It wasn't the first time, but this was the worst. The confusion hung heavy, but then the positive aspects broke through the clouds. You were alive. You were walking. You were breathing. It wasn't that bad then, right?

You walked the mile and a half to Josh's house. His brothers were staying with him for a while, so you hadn't been over in a while. It wasn't that you didn't want to hang out with them, it felt like you were intruding when they invited you over. Josh opened the door, his smile faltering when he looked closer. Your face was puffy from crying and your walk was a little lopsided, not enough to qualify as a limp, but noticeable enough for Sam to look at you funny as you crossed to the other side of the living room. Jake walked past you.

"Y/N," he said.

"Jake," you responded as he went up the stairs.

The severity of the situation fell again. Josh was the first to ask questions. He didn't ask what brought you to his doorstep, but what had you walking like that.

You plastered on a smile, wincing as you tried to stand up straight. “It’s nothing, I just had a rough fall earlier.”

Josh looked at his little brother then back at you. Sam left, flashing a look of worry before disappearing into his room. “Y/N, what happened?” You lied right through your teeth, telling him that someone had spilled their drink at work and you slipped. He wasn't convinced. “Let me see your back.”

He started coming closer and you backed away, somehow ended up on the opposite end of the table in the dining room. “Josh, really it’s not a big deal.”

“If it’s not a big deal then why don’t you show me?”

You backed away, ending up cornered again at the counter in the kitchen. Josh gingerly lifted your shirt, keeping his uard up in case you stopped him. But you didn't. You let him lift your shirt until your bra clasp appeared. His eyes widened at the sight of your back. He gasped as he saw the marks and bruises you'd been hiding for months. They never really healed. Not for almost three years.

“What the hell? Did Johnny do that?”

You shook your head. “He didn’t mean it.” You knew it was wrong. No normal person would react the way Johnny did. “We got in a little bit of an argument this morning and he pushed me a few times.”

Josh shook his head. “Y/N, this is not okay. That son of a bitch can’t do that to you.”

“It’s not a big deal…”

“He hurt you," he spat.

“You don’t understand,” you said. “He’s been under a lot of pressure. I told him he should get a job and he told me that he’s been applying at this company and I said that maybe he should aim lower, just for now. He said that I didn’t believe in him and-“

"He didn’t forget your birthday. He hit you. You were a counselor! You’ve heard this shit a thousand times and you’re spewing it back at me.” The look on Josh’s face was one you’d never seen before. He was fuming. You could tell by the way his eyebrows were knit together and his mouth was drawn open. His chest was rising and falling quickly, but his eyes were full of worry. You felt your voice break.

“I should have just walked away, and I didn’t. It was my fault.” Josh pulled you into a hug. “I just don’t want anyone to know,” you sobbed. His arms stayed still around you, careful about squeezing too hard.

A set of footsteps came close, and Jake’s voice echoed. “What happened?” He asked, eating out of a jumbo bag of chips. Seeing the two of you embracing in the kitchen, he crumpled the top of the bag.

You sniffed and pulled away. “Noth-“

“Johnny bruised her up,” Josh said before turning back to you and leading you to the bathroom. “Let’s wash your face and we can find you come clothes.”

Josh helped you use Ronnie’s face wash. Instead of bringing up Johnny or saying his name, he mumbled affirmations and a plan to you. He promised you a place to stay, dinner, and other little promises. He gave you some pajamas from his closet. Sam came out of his room, having heard everything. His bedroom was above the kitchen, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he just looked at you, staring and probably wondering what the bruises looked like. You pretended not to notice, instead silently eating your cereal, and focusing on the tv. Josh’s phone rang and your heart raced. It was Danny, asking if he’d seen Jake recently. They were supposed to meet for dinner, but he bailed.

“No, I haven’t seen him for a few hours. I just thought he was in his room.” Josh peered through the blinds. “His car is gone.”

When that phone call ended, Josh sat beside you, holding you beneath his arm comforting you in silence. Another phone call landed at midnight. Josh didn’t recognize the number but answered anyway. He went straight upstairs, coming back down with a pair of shoes, his keys, and wallet. “Jake’s been arrested. They wouldn’t tell me why.”

Sam sat up on the couch and started putting his shoes on. “Do you want to come with us? I don’t know if you should stay here alone.”

The car ride wasn’t as serious as you thought. Sam and Josh were throwing theories back and forth as to what Jake did. Nothing could prepare you for what you saw. Jake was in bad shape when the officer took the three of you back to the holding cells. His nose and lip were bloody and his knuckles were bruised. He’d given his statement already, now just awaiting his brothers to bail him out. Another officer whisked you into another room, asking questions about Johnny and what he’d done to you. They hadn't told you the full story about why Jake was there, but they asked you the million-dollar question.

“Would you like to press charges?”

You didn’t even have to think about it. You spent the next few hours crying to a female officer, telling her your story and the other little things Johnny had done to you. You showed her photos from the other instances. Bruises on your wrists from where he grabbed you roughly or the big bumps on your thighs where he pushed you into the dining room table. Unlike the women you counseled, you weren’t afraid of speaking up. It was unclear where that strength came from.

The brothers waited for you to finish your process before going home. You sat in the backseat with Jake. Pretending not to notice the way he chewed the inside of his cheek and just how badly bruised he was.

You had Jake had never really gotten along. At least not well. You knew Josh first, then clicked almost immediately with Sam and Danny, but with Jake, it was a different story. Josh had a crush on you when you first met, and Jake felt that his brother was changing himself too much. You didn’t like him because you thought he was too controlling of his older brother. But now, you saw that it wasn’t control, it was defense and protection.

When the four of you made it back to Josh's house, Sam went back to his room. You and Jake sat in the living room in silence, facing each other in the recliners on either side of the room. Josh paced in the kitchen for a few minutes before coming back into the living room.

"Mom and pop are coming down tomorrow morning." He looked at you. "I'm going to change, then you can have my room."

You nodded. "Can you stay with me in there?"

He nodded back.

Jake was tapping his foot against the carpet. You cleared your throat. "Thank you, Jacob."

"Don't mention it." He tried to leave it at that, but it was obvious that he couldn't. "What a fucking joke of a husband, Y/N. I barely touched him, and he calls the cops."

You motioned to his hands. "It doesn't look that way."

"I can't believe you're defending him!"

You shut your mouth. He didn’t mean for it to come out aggressively as it did, but you were still fragile. Instead of talking about it, like you’d told everyone to, you went into the kitchen instead, closing the door behind you.

Jake couldn’t sleep that night. His mind was still reeling from what he’d done, including snapping at you. The guilt and anger swirled in his mind. He’d already thrown up once, expelling as much of the bad vibes as he could. The one emotion he didn’t have was regret. He wouldn’t change what he did. Of course, the charge they’d put on him wouldn’t look good and would take a lot of explaining, it wouldn’t be too hard to take his side.

Johnny had opened the door. “Are you looking for Y/N, ‘cause she’s not here.”

The guitarist shoved his way into the apartment, looking around for any signs of the struggle. Everything was in its place. No one would ever think that anything happened, but Jake knew. He was in the hallway, listening to you talk to Josh. He caught a glimpse of your back, heat shooting up his arms as he put two and two together. As Josh took you into the bathroom, Jake simply grabbed his coat and left.

“You think it’s funny?” Jake snapped, turning back to Johnny.

Your husband had a few inches on Jake, even a good two and a half on Danny, but Jake wasn’t intimidated. Johnny raised his hands, almost like he was expecting to be hit. “What do you mean?”

Jake shoved him roughly. “Y/N’s a sweetheart. And you think it’s fun to beat on girls?” Realizing that Johnny was backing away, he only taunted more. “What? Am I not the kind of person who you like to beat on?”

“I never touched her man,” he said, his eyes dancing from side to side. He opened the door, but Jake followed him.

“Let the entire neighborhood know,” he shouted. “I’m not afraid. Johnny here likes to hit women!”

Porch lights turned on and curtain shuffled. Despite it being quite late, people were watching. With an audience, Jake’s rage grew. Johnny was the first to strike, getting Jake in the nose. He shouted something about staying out of the matters pertaining to a husband and his wife. Jake tackled him to the ground, delivering blow after blow. The cops arrived soon after, pulling the two apart. Jake’s nose was bleeding, and his cheek was quickly bruising, but Johnny was worse off.

You tossed and turned in Josh’s bed, listening to his snores. He was asleep on the futon in the corner of the room. There was no way you’d be able to sleep. The image of Johnny looming over you was still very real to you. Even though he was in a holding cell across town, you couldn’t shake the feel of him.

It was nearly three in the morning when you rose from the bed. You were planning on showering, hoping to wash away some of the fingerprints left behind. Instead, you bumped into Jake. He stared at you from the end of the hallway, a glass of water in his hand. You walked closer, pulling him into a tight hug.

“It’s okay,” he cooed. “I’ve got you.”

#gvf #josh gvf #danny gvf #sam gvf #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #danny wagner #gvf fanfiction #gretavanfleet

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sallyf4ce · 3 years

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wolves

chapter III

-> sallyfacexf!reader

-> enemies? to lovers

-> previous | next

cw: drugs, cigarettes, abuse, violence

*does not follow original plot of sally face*

summary: (y/n) wakes up early to avoid sally. sally’s upset that he did something wrong yesterday. (y/n)’s first meeting with travis isn’t the nicest.

The incessant beeping of your alarm tugs you out of your dreamless sleep.

The sticky tears on the ground remind you of yesterday’s events, but you disregard them. All you want to do is take a shower, throw on your jacket and get out the door. You slowly clamber up off the ground and across the living room to turn off the alarm. After making sure it’s not on snooze, you drag your sore body to the shower. It smells like smoke and lots of cleaning supplies. This place is fucking gross. Is it even monday?’ you check the calendar. It is, in fact, monday. You strip and turn the shower handle.

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You're so glad that you chose to wake up early. Usually kids this far from school drive or get picked up by the bus, but you prefer to use your skateboard. That’s why you get up at 6:30, so you have enough time to get ready and get to school on time. Sanity’s fall quietly played as you washed your breakfast plate and cup, brushing grease residue off the greyish porcelain. You wonder if Sal is awake yet. Probably not. You know, waking up early ensures that you won't see him in the morning. The guy’s not that bad, his eyes just freak you out a little.

Pulling the pink glove off your prosthetic, you wipe your hands with a towel and move to the closet to put your shoes on.

“Jacket, jacket, jacket, jacket.” you mumble, eyebrows knitted. “Where are you?” oh, right, you left it in your room.. With poppy. Was that even her name? You kind of just decided it for her.

Alright, don't be a pussy. Just go in and grab the jacket. You sucked in a breath and opened the door to your room.

“Eeh! A teenager! What’s your name, little lady?” her blond ponytail bounced with every sentence. This was the first time you could get a good look at her. She didn't really have feet, just bloody stumps where they used to be.

“Holy fuck, you’re so loud!” your hands covered your ears.

“Ahh, so sorry! I haven't used my voice in years.” she coughs.

“S’ fine... Can I just- just grab my jacket?” you point at the green pile amidst the boxes all around the room. You didn't get a chance to set up.

“Go ahead!” she nods and smiles.

“Alright. uh, listen, lady. This-” you motion towards the whole room. “Is my room. I live here now. I get that you, like, can't leave this place and shit, but could you maybe sit quietly while i set up later? I really need to clean my room up. I’ll set up a little chair place for you or whatever, so you could sleep at night.” you mumble the last part, embarrassed about your hospitality.

“I can’t sleep.” she smiles, her teeth surprisingly shiny for a ghost’s. God, she’s so preppy that you forgot she’s dead.

“Pretend to then, i dont fucking know. Alright, i have to go. Just… don't cause trouble.” grabbing the jacket, you begin shutting the door. “My name’s (y/n), by the way.”

You can hear her squeals as you leave the apartment. You decide to take the elevator because you don't feel like running down the stairs with a heavy ass bag on your back.. Stepping in, you press the main floor button. It looks like there’s a bit of sticky stuff around it. gross. Syrup? You hoped so.

The elevator dings and you step out, heading out the front doors. It’s cloudy. Again. Not a surprise, really. Keeping your eyes on the gravel, you set down your skateboard and begin your journey to school.

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Sal’s point of view:

“She probably went on without us, man. Don’t know why you're worrying so much.'' Larry leaned back into the bus seat.

“It’s not that, Larry face. Yesterday, when we left…” was it my fault? Did i scare her? Did she see my face through the mask? Fuck.

“What is it? Spit it out, sally dude.” he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and puffed the smoke out the window.

“I think i scared her, larry. I think she saw my face.” i let out a shaky breath. God, everything was going good. Why the fuck does this stupid face ruin everything?

“Did you- did you take your mask off?” he sat up in the seat, eyes wide.

“No. She probably saw it through my mask.”

“I still dont get it. Explain more, dude.”

“She looked so scared. We made eye contact, and she, like, panicked. Her eyes widened and then she threw me out. It was definitely my eyes. We were fine the whole night, i dont know why she freaked out.”

Larry let out a long hum. He was probably trying to piece things together. Anyway, she definitely went to school earlier than us. I can ask her about it there.

“Woah, sally face. Calm down or you’ll go bald.” larry’s hands pulled mine off my pigtails. Huh, i didnt even notice.

“Thanks, dude. I think we’re here.”

Your point of view:

It was around eight o’clock by the time you arrived. Kids were already piling out of buses and cars, standing by the school’s entrance and conversing with their friends. You definitely felt some eyes on you. That was expected, though. They didnt recognize you, and nockfell didnt seem like a town with many new people. Thinking back to yesterday, sal and larry mentioned some bully kid. Probably wouldnt be hard to spot him.

“Watch it, goth freak!” a pair of hands gripped onto your shoulders.

Ah, what a coincidence.

“Get the fuck off me, fucking prick.” he twitched as you gripped onto his hands and pushed him away.

“Is that a metal hand? Ha, you’re a fucking cripple! How pathetic.” he chuckled. Blond hair draped itself across his forehead, definitely not complimenting the purple shade of his shirt and eye. School fight? or daddy issues? Who knows. I mean, you’re not one to speak, your dad’s literally dead.

“Let me guess, you’re that bully fucker they talked about. God, isnt there enough troubled kids in Nockfell?” you rolled your eyes, just wanting to get to school.

When you said you had bad luck, you really meant it, because all of a sudden, his fist landed on your face.

Are you fucking serious?

You just moved here yesterday and you’ve already been fucked up twice. You can’t keep taking hits, (y/n)! You gotta dish some out!

Sighing in disbelief, you reached out to your gushing nose.

“Mother.” you flicked the blood off your prosthetic hand. “Fucker.”

At this, travis bolts. You drop your bag and get back on your skateboard, weaving through the crowd to get to that shrimpy little fuck.

“I’m so fucking done with nockfell.” blood trails down the side of your face as you lock your eyes on the blond mop of hair in front of you.

Do you jump? Or let him get away?

Nah, you jump.

The skateboard shoots out beneath you as you kick off. He lets out a strangled cry as you land on his back and send him to the concrete. A few whoops can be heard from the kids far behind you.

“Fuck, i’m sorry! Get off me!” he scrambles beneath you.

“Now you’re fucking sorry?”

He doesnt say anything. You slowly climb off, keeping a hand on his neck.

“Pussy.” a snicker escapes you.

“What’d you just-” the hand on his neck squeezes tighter and shuts him up.

“What’s your name again?”

“Tr-travis, fuck.”

“Travis, huh? Well, travis-”

“(Y/n)? What are you doing on Travis?”

Sal’s point of view:

Me and larry were getting off the bus when we heard a bunch of cheering. Weird. I looked in the direction larry was staring. Hold on, that’s travis and some other kid on top of him.

“Sally face! I think that’s fucking (Y/n)! Holy shit!” larry shakes my shoulder. That’s actually her! What is she doing on travis?

“Larry, c’mon, we have to go get her off!” i try pulling him away, but he doesnt budge.

“No way, man! I wanna see her beat him up! She’s doing what you won’t let me do!” he smiles wide. Fuck, i guess i’ll just have to go alone. Larry frowns as i drop my bag and begin running towards them. I’m not letting her get in trouble on the first day. I hear her say something to him as i come closer.

“(Y/n)? What are you doing on travis?”

She looks up in surprise. Holy shit, she’s bleeding!

“I’ve gotten fucked up twice in the past 24 hours. I’m not letting this fuck get away with it.” She snarls. As bad as i feel, she’s kind of attractive, bloody and feral like that. God, what the fuck? Not time for this, sal.

“Oh my god, (y/n)! Here, uh, get up and i’ll take you to the office.”

Your point of view:

You look back at travis. There’s a visible blush on his face, and he’s staring straight at sally.

Oh.

OH.

A smirk forms on your face.

“No thanks, porcelain face. Me and blondie here will go by ourselves. Right?”

He growls, but you tighten your grip on his neck again and he nods.

“Uh, okay. Do you want me to take your skateboard or something?” Sal scratches his head and changes the topic. Just a sliver of jealousy can be found in him, but he is grateful for the nickname. It suits him.

Your expression darkens for a second, all of a sudden feeling possessive of your skateboard. He’s not touching it. It was your dad’s.

“No. Take my bag or something.” you nod towards it by the entrance of the school, where it sits. He obeys and gets up to pick up your bag. You pull travis up with you, blood dripping down your shirt and an arm around his shoulders. Sal’s quite a bit away at this point.

“You gay?” you hum. Travis’s back straightens and fear flashes through his eyes. How did you know? How the fuck did you know?

“No! Fuck you, you’re just a pussy who thinks she knows everything-” he starts yelling, trying to get away, but you interrupt him.

“God, shut up. You’re making my head hurt more. It’s okay, you know. I wont fucking tell anyone about your little self exploration journey.” you pat him on the back and he flushes.

“Fuck, you’re so sappy it’s disgusting.”

“I’m not gonna be a dick to someone because of their sexuality, fuckass. I’m not that low. Let’s get to the school.”

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satansphatass · 3 years

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Cold - Technoblade

Hello - this is my first post so if you see this follow me because I crave human validation 😎👍

I originally posted this on wattpad but nobody was interacting so I’m posting it here :)

Word count: 1800

Trigger Warnings: Blood/injuries

Pronouns: They/Them

Platonic/Angst/Whump

Summary: Y/n is injured and caught out in a snow storm - will anyone reach them in time?

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The snow stung against y/n's skin, they were starting to become numb all over from a combination of blood loss and the cold. They had been trekking along since the end of the war in L'manburg; which wasn't ideal seeing as they had been pierced by a piece of debris from the explosion.

The shock of Wilbur and Techno's betrayal stung more than the physical pain itself - they needed to get away, have a fresh start. They didn't tell anyone they were leaving and they doubted anyone had even noticed. Y/n had no clue where they were going and had had the misfortune of ending up in the snow.

The cold was really starting to have an effect on their body, their skin had a waxy look to it and they were shaking like a leaf due to the lack of a jacket - again, another big mistake on their part. If they didn't find anywhere dry and warm soon they feared that they would either bleed out or freeze to death - neither of which were very nice options. Their crisp white shirt was soaked through with crimson, they weakly tried pressing their hands up against the wound only for them to come away slick with blood.

As they pushed themselves up from the ground a spark of pain shot through their body causing them to sink even deeper into the snow; on second thoughts, maybe a nap wouldn't be so bad - the snow was nice and comfy after all. They curled up and slowly lost consciousness.

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Techno continued on his horse Carl, searching for his home that had secretly been in the works for months, it was hidden far away from L'manburg - he doubted that they wanted to see him after the little stunt that him and Wilbur had pulled. It was located by a village in a snowy land that he had just entered; he pulled his large cloak closer to him, it was thick and kept him warm even during the harshest winters.

He was starting to approach the forest near his home when he saw a small pink stain to his right, thinking it could be an animals print he approached. He jumped off of Carl and peered down at it - it looked to be a footprint, but nobody knew where he lived. That wasn't right.

He peered up to see more going up over a snow mound, he followed the trail to see them getting crisper and darker, they eventually joined together to make a continuous line of blood - these were clearly fresh, but the question was, who or what had caused them?

He made it to the top of the mound and looked down to see the trail lead to a large crimson stain against the fresh snow. He picked up speed and saw a mop of (hair length and colour) hair - he recognised that, it was y/n. What on earth where they doing out here?

He ran towards them in a state of panic - how long had they been here?! He fell to his knees beside them and flipped them onto their back. Their skin had a greyish-blue tint to it and frost had formed on their eyebrows and lashes. He unclasped his cloak and went to scoop them up when he was suddenly hit by the severity of the situation - they were bleeding out fast, like REALLY fast. He pushed his hands against the wound; even their blood was ice cold. He felt something nudging his shoulder and whipped around to see Carl by his side.

He weighed out his options and carefully wrapped them up in his cloak, the deep red a stark contrast to the fresh snow. He sat atop of Carl and rode into the forest with them in his arms. The silence was all of a sudden eerie and crushing compared to the peace he felt from it earlier. The trees sped past him in a blur and he finally made it to his quaint wooden cottage, he tumbled to the ground in a panic and dismounted y/n from his noble steed.

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Y/n lay there in the snow: it seemed more solid than before, and warmer, and- where were they? This definitely wasn't how they remembered it, the cold was no longer wrapping its death grip fingers around them, they no longer felt stinging on their front - infact they felt pressure wrapping round their middle.

They forced their eyes open slowly, that really did not help with the pounding in their skull. They gazed around the room, they could faintly make out a shape in the corner - it looked to be a rapier, they weren't interested in getting on this persons bad side. They didn't know where they were and were starting to panic - who had done this?

They could make out the faint shape of bandages by their waist, unfortunately their shirt was still stained - whoever had done this couldn't have even cleaned their shirt or something smh. Pick a struggle.

They pulled the blanket closer to them, it was very comfortable; it was quite heavy and had a fur trim around the edge almost like Techno's--

Nononono- they couldn't be here. He had betrayed everyone. They had trusted him - to some extent anyways. They sat up abruptly - not smart. They let out a gasp of pain, the dark threatened to consume their vision. They placed a hand on the edge of the mattress to steady themself. After much trial and error they managed to sit upright.

They calmed themselves enough to take another look around the room. There were a few worn maps on the walls showing L'manburg and its surrounding areas - their heart ached at the sight of the familiar structures; party island, the podium, the various towers dotted all over the land - all gone, all blown up.

There was a small fire illuminating the dark room, and also the mass on the floor. Their blood ran cold - colder than it already was anyways - y/n had hoped for some time to leave before he got back. Luckily he was asleep on the floor and was a relatively deep sleeper. They slowly but surely pushed themselves up from the bed and wobbled towards the door, leaning on the walls for support. This was perfect, they would be able to make it away before he even woke up!

"What are you doing?"

Ah- turns out he wasn't a deep sleeper, that was a fatal flaw in the plan.

They slowly turned around to see a sleepy but amused Technoblade stood in the middle of the room staring at them.

"Uhh- I was going on a walk." 👀🤠

"Is that so?"

....

"Yup."

They started aggressively coughing, the speaking hurting their cold and sore throat.

"Get back in bed, you need to rest," >:(

"I'm fine, I don't need to rest - resting is for the weak."

"Everyone has to rest, even I rest."

"That's because your weak."

He stared them in the eyes, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

👁👄👁

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yeh."

"Get in bed."

"No."

"Yes."

It went on like this until he started to walk towards them - slightly pissed off. He picked them up and placed them onto the bed.

"I don't need to rest!"

As soon as they said that, coughs wracked their body.

"You sure about that?"

They quickly tried to sit up to run off while his guard was down - but he pushed them back down as soon as they attempted anything. He held their arms down so that they couldn't escape, they tried wriggling free but to no avail. They quickly gave up.

"As much as I want you to rest right now, it's freaking me out that I can hold you down this easily."

"What are you talking about- I'm" their sentence was interrupted by more coughing "-super -strong"

He gave them a skeptical look not buying a word of their bullshit.

"I'm gonna go get you some water for that cough, you stay right here - okay?"

They nodded.

He walked off and climbed down the ladder.

They crawled out of the bed, ignoring his very clear rules and made their way over to the map of L'manburg on the wall. They stroked the coarse paper littered with so many of their favourite places - the forest where they liked to make flower crowns for everyone, the cliff top where they could think about life and how it's so very meaningless. 😶

Y/n sunk to the floor; tears threatening to spill from their eyes. It was so unfair, a beautiful nation destroyed by power hungry people. They had no idea whether Wilbur was still alive, they never saw him after the explosion. They missed him, they missed the land before the government - where they would all dance to Wilbur's songs around the campfire speaking nothing of governments and laws.

"Y/n?"

Techno walked up behind them and hesitantly placed a hand on their back, not knowing what to do because, social situations are awkward dude - am i right?

"You good?"

They whipped around slamming their fist into his chest in a futile attempt to hurt him,

"It's all your fault!" They said through tears, "We trusted you!"

He took their fists in his hands, staying silent while they had their tantrum. They soon grew tired; slumping into his chest, staining his shirt with their tears. They stayed their for a while, his embrace warm but his attitude still cold.

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I did not proof read so if there is a section that got deleted or some shit then just let me know 🧍‍♂️

Please send me requests people (no smut/nsfw) - make sure to include pronouns pls.

#mcyt x reader #technoblade x reader #x reader #mcytumblr #idk

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storyofmychoices · 3 years

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Just Have Faith

[Levi Schuler x Laura Day Masterlist]

Pairing: Levi Schuler x Laura Day [F!MC] Book: Mother of the Year, Post-Chapter 10 Word Count: ~1,300 Rating/Warning: Teen (some language).

Prompts: @choicesmonthlychallenge "I've got this"; @choicesbookclub MOTY Replay ; @wackydrabbles 103 "Why did you say that" (in bold).

Synopsis: Following the events of Chapter 10, when Guy refuses to wake up Lily, Laura returns home frustrated and alone. She starts to believe Guy's declarations of winning custody. Levi is there to remind her not to give up. [Emotional Hurt/Comfort]

Before she knew it, Laura was back in front of the apartment building. The street around had quieted since she left a few hours earlier. Her feet moved instinctively forward, carrying her numbly toward the building; her eyes were filled with unshed tears. She found herself in the elevator, pressing the button for their floor, but when the doors reopened, she didn't have the strength to take those last few steps.

The doors closed again, and the elevator remained in place, waiting for another resident to call for its arrival. Her head fell back against the wall, and time ticked on. Her mind kept replaying all those moments that had torn her down since Guy's arrival. It was too much.

The elevator began to descend, dinging as the doors opened for whoever summoned it. Laura sniffled back her worries and shuffled to the corner, hoping to go unnoticed.

Levi strutted in, tossing his hair behind his shoulder. He pressed the button for their floor on his way in. He stopped short, noticing he wasn't alone. "Laura?"

She looked up, her gaze barely meeting his before falling.

His eyes widened as he took her in. He rested his hands on her arms, moving them slowly, trying to bring her comfort. "What's wrong?"

Her mouth opened to speak, but no words made themselves known. A heavy sigh slipped through her lips as she reached to cradle her face in her hands.

"Let me help you to your apartment," Levi offered when the elevator arrived at its destination once more.

"No—" Laura shook her head, her voice barely audible. "No. I can't—"

"Where's Rocket?" Levi questioned, noting her absence. His voice rose with concern. "Did something happen? Is Lily alright?"

"Guy happened," Laura scoffed. Her fingers ran beneath her eyes, collecting the tears that tried to escape.

Levi waited patiently, giving her time. He slowly stroked her back, letting her know she wasn't alone.

"He put Lily to bed an hour early so that he'd have an excuse as to why I couldn't pick her up. He wouldn't hear reason. He wouldn't wake her up. And just like that, he's stolen another night from me." Her words flowed more quickly now as she let out the pain. "What if this is it? Is every day going to be a fight with him until I lose or give up?"

Levi's eyes closed at the news. His jaw and fists clenched.

The elevator shifted downward again.

"Come with me," he asked gently as the doors opened again. Levi took her hand and guided her forward, leading them outside into the night. "Let's go for a walk."

Laura didn't protest; this was better than facing the empty apartment for the fourth straight night. The crisp autumn air was refreshing. She felt her body relax slightly with the cool breeze. "I hate him."

"I know." He offered her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"First, when we were together, he made me feel like crap. He got me to believe that all of our problems were my fault. Then, after four years of learning to accept myself again and doing my best to support Lily on my own, he shows up, flaunting his wealth and status." Laura shook her head in disgust. "Lily should've been home yesterday. Maybe, I"ll get her back tomorrow, but who knows. If I had kept her an additional 48 hours, I'd be held accountable, but, Guy? Never. He's bullying me with his money, and no one sees it."

"I see it." Levi brushed his thumb tenderly over her knuckles. "And if it would help, I'm more than happy to drive over there and deck him for you. Let's just get you an alibi first."

Laura laughed through her tears. "Don't tempt me." She leaned into him further. "I don't know what to do." The words slipped from her lips in desperation. "Who says tomorrow will be any different?"

He nodded in understanding, wishing more than anything that he could make it better for her.

"I'm—I'm trying my best. But it doesn't feel like it's enough." Her voice cracked at the admission. "Maybe, I'm not enough for her."

"Why did you say that?" Levi turned to face her. "Don't ever let him make you feel like that. What you and Lily have is special. It's more than he can even hope to comprehend."

"It's only just started, and it already feels hopeless—"

"It's never hopeless," Levi interrupted. "Isn't that what you told me the other day? That it wasn't too late for my career? That I should have faith that it will work out?"

"Maybe I was wrong." No longer able to hold them back, silent tears slid down her cheek.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest. "Laura, you're her mom. You've been there through the good and the bad. You've put her first in everything. Hell, you moved to a new town with no support just so she could go to a better school and one day achieve her dream. You're an incredible mom and woman. Anyone can see that. As long as you're still standing, as long as you are still fighting, there's no stopping you. Your love will get you through. There's always hope."

Laura wrapped her arms around him, letting the warmth of his embrace soothe her.

"Don't let him get to you. He's not worth it." He stroked her hair softly. "You've got this."

She nodded, taking a step back, trying to compose herself. She let his words settle over her. "I've got this."

"Don't ever let that piece of shit make you doubt yourself. He's not worth it. But you are." He cradled her face in his hands. "What you and Lily have is worth everything. Just have faith in yourself. It's going to be okay."

"Thank you—" she held her hand over his, keeping him there. Laura focused on the warmth of his palm against her cool cheek. A small smile turned at the corner of her lips as his adoring gaze met hers. "Thank you for being everything I've needed since moving here."

"I haven't done anything." His thumb brushed over her cheek. "You did."

"I mean it, Levi. You've been here for everything. You fixed my oven. You baked cookies with Lily and me. You've given me rides. You've babysat Lily (which is no small feat). You helped me get a job. You've been nothing less than a gentleman. You never cease to amaze me." She chewed her lip, watching his smile grow. "I don't know how I got to be so damn lucky."

"I'm the lucky one. You and Rocket have helped me too. In more ways than you know."

"Maybe you can tell me someday." Laura pressed a kiss to his palm.

"Maybe."

"Levi?"

"Yes?"

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "You can kiss me now."

He exhaled a chuckle. "Don't mind if I do."

His lips captured hers immediately, not needing any further invitation. They were soft and warm, encouraging him deeper. The subtle taste of her now-dried tears lingered. He made it his mission to kiss ever drop away. Her tears were a reminder of the pain she had felt. He refused to let any memory of that remain. He peppered her face with the softest kisses. It was then that he realized there was nothing he wouldn't do for her. He had never felt like this before. He would move heaven and earth if it would prevent her from shedding another tear. He kissed his way back to her lips, deepening their embrace.

The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled them apart. "Some of us are trying to walk here." A grumpy, elderly man complained, pushing past them.

Laura cringed, hiding her face in her hands.

"Sorry, bro!" Levi called.

"Youth today," the man huffed, shaking his fist.

Her laughter filled the night air around them.

It was a beautiful melody. Levi smiled to himself, admiring her. It just might be his favorite sound.

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dariamarchin · 2 years

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South Park Vaccination + Post Covid + Return of Covid Specials thoughts

- Yes, i watched all of them in one go. Yes, it's because of the adult designs.

Vaccination Special

- Finding out about American quarantine problems (and other problems) through South Park (and tumblr) is... not a good point of reference

- Everytime they said "shot" i could feel they are trying to reference something and my mind always went "Hamilton? Wait, no... Or yes?..." But it's definetly some musical reference, i feel it

- The way the boys were trying to keep their broship alive just for Kenny's sake, i- i can't that's just too adorable

- Styleman confirmed. Kenny is their kid. Oh no they are getting divorced-

- and "the shared custody" thing was also cute and hilarious. "We all want to hang out with Kenny and want Kenny to be happy, but we can't stand each other, so lets shedule"

- Cartman: *goes on a complete side rant in the middle of another plan* Kyle: *confused, why the hell they are doing this now* Stan: *completely goes along with it* Kyle: *tries to go along with it to get back to the main plan faster, but gives up*

- ...but i also can't help but think the boys (mostly Cartman) kinda infatilize Kenny? Like, i know it can be upsetting to see your friends's relationships fall apart, been there done that, but my boy doesn't have to be coddled about that

- Cartman is such a weird character, he will be saying the most heartfelt shit just to manipulate and fuck with ppl. So when he is like "we have to keep out friendship alive. for Kenny" i can't help but feel like it's not so much "for Kenny" as for Cartman himself...

- which, knowing that keeping the broship alive actually will fuck up his life...

- aaand, yeah, he didn't care about Kenny that much. I'm not even sure what this kid wants

- To be honest. Kyle and Stan could have said something about the ketchup (tbh i even thought they actually would do that but alas). Ofc Cartman and Kenny are the ones at fault for the whole thing, but Stan and Kyle did go along with that

- Kenny was as much at fault with the "period prank" as Cartman, but Kyle and Stan are mostly mad at Cartman. I guess it's because Cartman was the most insufferable about it

- Mrs Nelson quit her job. Good for her. ...Oh no.

- I like how all of the weird plotlines tangle and intervine nicely together :0 mostly in the first half tho

- Kommunity Kidz (tm) are pretty damn awesome :D

- it would be funnier if incide the pharmacy everything really looked like some VIP elite club but for old ppl and nurses😂

- so, after viewing the post covid specials, Cartman was actually right? All their broship needed was actually to go to theme parks, games and other fun events...

- are Qties, uh, y'now, a reference to the movie?.. the cuties movie?..

- Butters is just having fun running around with the flag 🥺

- wait, did.. did south park crew just called themselves childmurdering p*dophiles?... uhhh

Post Covid Specials

- Pandemic lasted 40 years??

- i wonder if this special going to predict some stuff

- To be honest, i love all the aged up designs, just, in contrast to all the anime boyz fanom it's just 🤌. And they all suit them

- I love Kenny's, Cartman's, Jimmy's designs the most tbh

- Butters is kinda ugly and i love it

- i like that nicer Cartman is still fat. No unfortunate correlations about fat=evil, skinny/fit=good. (Since SP did have something like that in a lot of the earlier episodes)

- gonna call future Cartman "nicer Cartman", bc he is objectively nicer than his 9yo self, but still kind of a dick

- the trend of "we are doing this only for Kenny" continues (and expands to literally everyone else)

- we the Jimmy's joke-subplot,, idk, i don't find the offensive-ish two liners all that hilarious, but the subversion-of-expectations-pc-jokes got old pretty fast ngl

- *looks at dead Kenny* divorce leads children to the worst places

- whats up with the geisha looking lady on every billboard??

- ever nicer Cartman still can't stand Kyle. Dude, you, like, bullied him. For being jewish. He has all the rights to not like you or trust you

- so, Stan burned integrity farms when he was nine, probably got into juvie for this and haven't seen the guys since then basically? I theorize

- It was kinda implied that Cartman didn't go along that much with the 2-2-3 week schedule? Be he still ended up being the one Kenny kept in touch the most?

- i like the idea of Kenny being this genius eccentric scientist

- and Butters being the unstopabble nft-selling force wrapped in the the package of an evil businessman

- anyway Kenny and Butters are a BroTP, i need to know more about their partnership

- Kenny did held this grudge for all 40 years huh

- i mean, their friendship falling apart didn't actually start covid

- kenny are you high or what

- so, Kenny is the scientist in both futures, so this wasn't influenced by the broship break up; Stan wouldn't burn down the Tegrity Farms if he still had his friends and he wouldn't spiral into "i hate everything, everything sucks", this i can understand; Kyle has kids, not really sure how this is influenced by his frienship with the guys working out, but lets say since as a kid he learned to be more patient with his friends, his adult romantic relationships got a better chance of working out?

- and Cartman. I'm not really sure how being away from the other 3 made him become better, but keeping his friendship with them actually made him worse? Plus, when he met Kyle and Stan again his toxic traits started to resurface.... Does this mean the broship is actually bad for Cartman? And not for, yn, the other three? Bc i have seen some takes that i don't really agree with. Also, it's implied that he became an okay person before meeting his wife, since she seems really surprised by Cartman's toxic behaviour. And he probably started becoming better after moving out of South Park (side note: he didn't crush in his house, but his mom is in SP's old ppl house, so i don't thing they moved when he was a kid/teen or something), since Kyle is really surprised by his change. And in the new future they did grew apart from Cartman after all and he is still a piece of shit... Man, i dunno.

- i like the idea of Cartman becoming nicer, but i don't think his friendship with the guys was the circumstanse that kept him from being nice or something

- really want to hear ppl's thoughts on how Cartman became nicer

- anyway, RIP nicer Cartman and his family

- i am really interested how things were going for this 40-ish years? How did Cartman became a normal person? How did Kyle's relationship with Kenny? Kenny's and Butters's science-bussiness shenanigans?

- ....might write some drabbles about that or something

- (might retcon some stuff for this tho)

- but, to be honest, as much as i enjoyed post covid specials, they were so all over the place

- but i get that the overall message is just "if you going to treat quarantine like it's the end of the world, it will be the end of the world" and i like that, it's an okay message minus the weed

#south park #sp post covid #eric cartman #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #butters stotch #sp vaccination #sp post covid spoilers #dariaanalysin #kyle broflovski

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