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kiame-sama · 2 years

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Can I get some more of Killua with a sisterly reader? I loved the previous ones and I think the Nen the reader has is hella cool!

Warnings; spoilers (but if you know about Alluka you already know), for some reason I see tiny Nezuko as Nanika (it makes an odd amount of sense since Nanika is canonically more of a child than Alluka is), mention of kidnapping, mention of manipulation, affection starved children, for a family that doesn't like cameras there sure are a lot of them, kindness wins (for now),

(I'm glad you like it. Some say it is overpowered and the thing is; it is. That is the point. You can't make just a small storm, you will destroy the surrounding area or you will make a mini cloud no bigger than a hamster. 0 or 100. The joys of being a decent person who actually doesn't like slaughtering innocent people. Your moral compass (which few characters have in hxh) is the main limiter of your nen.)

The screens flickered with various angles on the two escaped Zoldycks, the head of house watching the interaction of his two children. They were so close in age it was surprising to see how drastically different they were from one another. Truly they cared for one another and didn't seek to control or manipulate despite the way they were raised.

It was humbling in a sense to see the two siblings together and it gave a moment of pause to the typically stone-faced head of house.

"You're going to like (y/n), Alluka. I think Nanika is going to like her too."

"I like her already!"

Killua smiled at the quick trust Alluka put in him, feeling an honest excitement to introduce his little sister to his big sister.

Waiting not far ahead you felt a wave of relief when you saw Killua approaching with who you assumed to be his little sister. Since he had to go alone to get her, you had been so worried that something would have happened to either of them. It was already a horrible feeling to have lost Gon the way you two have and you felt like it was your fault in some way.

"There you two are! I was worried..."

"I told you we'd be here, didn't I?"

"Yes," you sighed and smiled, "I know. I just can't help but worry, you know that."

"You don't have to worry now! We can go back to traveling together and everything can be just like before."

Killua gently set Alluka down, taking care to ensure she was on steady feet before letting her go completely. It was clear that Alluka was quite suddenly shy with the new face, moving from one side to the other nervously. You couldn't help but find the awkward presence of Alluka to be adorable, crouching down so you were closer to her level. Taking the first step, you slowly extended your hand out to the sweet girl, trying to seem as non-threatening as possible.

"Hello. My name is (y/n) (l/n), it is nice to meet you. May I know your name?"

Alluka seemed a bit more at ease with you crouched as she approached you hesitantly. Her small hand seemed so much smaller in comparison to your own as she did her best to shake your hand.

"I'm- I'm Alluka... Killua is your friend?"

"Yes, we are friends."

"... Can I have a hug?"

It seemed like a shy request at first as you happily acquiesced to the little girl. You didn't notice the way Killua suddenly tensed or how he seemed almost afraid while looking in your general direction. As the little girl pressed into your soft body, you were surprised to see a pair of empty eyes staring back at you, a hollow smile on the face of the child.

It took only a moment for you to relax again, smiling down at the unusual pair of beings that inhabited the same body.

"Well, full of surprises, eh? The more the merrier, I say. What is your name?"

The child-being stared in shock at you, as if they had been expecting you to throw them the moment they showed themselves. They didn't even respond when you gently petted their hair, pulling them back into a hug that was loose enough for them to pull away if they wanted to.

"It's okay, sweetheart. You're safe here. Take as much time as you need."

You were surprised when you felt the child wrap their arms as far around you as they could, clinging to your clothes and burying their face into your chest. A soft sniffle was all you heard before tears began streaking down the child's face. Despite your surprise at the sudden show of emotion, you let the child weep into you and cling to you with such intensity it was as if they feared you would disappear. It was then you realized just what you were dealing with, two children who were bound together as one and have been treated like monsters since.

Killua told you little of what had been done to him and his siblings during their developmental years, and you knew that so few could actually withstand such treatment. Here these two children were, lost and afraid in a place that sees them only as a means to an end.

You apparently had a knack for saying what children needed to hear most from an adult figure after spending so long being manipulated, evident by the child that cried in your arms.

"Oh, Sweetlings, I understand. I get it... I'm here for you."

"Please stay... Don't go away..."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

"... Nanika..."

"Hmm?"

"My name, it- it's Nanika..."

"Well, Nanika, it is good to meet both you and Alluka. I'm sure we can all be good friends."

A stunned silence seemed to ring in the monitor filled room. Again, this odd woman gained the affection of another Zoldyck child, showing an intense motherly affection despite not being the true mother of either child. Even the demon showed a surprising fondness and vulnerability towards her, actually weeping openly.

Perhaps they had approached it all wrong? Perhaps the demon could be controlled in a way different from the manipulation they attempted thus far. Perhaps this woman needed to be taken soon and brought into the family, clearly having an adept nature in interacting with the young Zoldycks.

Maybe even having Illumi kidnap and keep her in order to force Killua and Alluka into compliance with the family.

She would no doubt bear strong children for Illumi, her nen a clear indicator of skill that can be passed on to the next generation of assassins. Any child she has would be worthy of the Zoldyck name, not to mention her clear control over Killua, the next head of house. Control her, control the future of the family.

She won't be allowed to escape.

#x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #kiame-sama #reader insert #platonic yandere x reader #platonic gon x reader x killua #platonic yandere #yandere hunter x hunter #hxh yandere #Manifesting Rage pt 3 #Manifesting Rage series #tw yandere #tw mention of kidnapping #tw mention of abuse #tw controlling

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lewisdiary · 3 years

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Amber Lounge

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

WARNING: 18+, NSFW, explicit, alcohol, drugs, unprotected sex.

Word count: 3,600+

What's a beautiful girl like you doing in a club all by herself?

Another party, this time in Monaco. Your glass, filled with what seemed like a very expensive gin, vibrated to the the loud music playing in the club.

Let loose. You thought to yourself slightly lowering your body-con black dress and searching for familiar faces.

You looked around the VIP party you had been invited to. Ever since your dad's business put him on the "Forbes Richest" list your reputation had skyrocketed along with it. You were an A-lister yourself at this point, everyone longed for your appearance at their events, and as if your life depended on it, you attended. Your social media and events presence had helped you befriend the hottest models and richest rappers in the game and you quite enjoyed the lavish lifestyle.

You and your dad had flown down for the Monaco GP weekend, courtesy of the team principal of the most popular F1 team, Toto Wolff. Surprisingly, it was your first Grand Prix, and probably your last. The hospitality was, as usual, amazing but you found watching cars go around in circles slightly boring.

You took a rather large sip of your gin and started to tune into the beat, your body processing the large quantities of alcohol you had decided to ingest.

Because you hadn't been invited to the Grand Prix by a driver in particular and had failed to engage with any during the "boring" weekend, you found yourself attending the party and having to fit in all by yourself. Making your way through the club you encountered a few drivers, whom you recognised and recognised you, and their respective guests. You knew you weren't an easy face to forget, so it didn't take long before a few people started commenting about your presence.

Making yourself comfortable around the younger squad of drivers, your body swayed to the loud music that hit your ears. Your eyes shut as you engaged with the environment, allowing the melodies and strong base to sway you in.

"You're a Mercedes guest, aren't you?" A familiar voice rang through. Russell. Your eyes opened to look at the briton who stood very close to your ear, making sure his words were getting to you just fine. You nodded quickly, downing your drink before replying to him "Well, my dad is. I just tagged along"

His lips turned into a small smile as he took a good glance at you, leaning closer again he chatted a bit more; "and what did you think of it?"

"Not my vibe" You shrugged jokingly. "This though, is!" You put your empty glass down in a nearby table and pulled George into what seemed like a circle of people dancing, as In Da Club by 50 Cent started playing.

You both started dancing to the song, George's friends joined, and in no time you set yourself in the party ambient, drenching yourself in alcohol as more bottles were brought in at the request of Russell, Latifi, and a few other younger drivers you hadn't gotten your way around.

0 To 100 / The Catch up - by Drake came through the speaker.

This DJ knew his set you thought, before excusing yourself from the crowd that had embraced you. Feeling the need for a switch of environment you made your way to the bar. On your way, you drunkly greeted a few familiar faces, Bella Hadid and what looked like some actors who had come down for the Grand Prix.

Sitting on an empty stool at one of the bars in the Amber Lounge you asked the bartender for a glass of your favourite, gin. Your head nodded to the beat, it pounded hard. You knew you were more than tipsy at that point, but there was no sign of slowing down.

"Ayo! Bring us a bottle of your most expensive Prosecco!" You heard a voice yell through a line of people standing at the bar. A familiar voice.

His voice sang along to the lyrics, you were tempted to turn around to check who was yelling right behind your ear but your motion to turn was interrupted by the glass of gin you had requested being brought to you.

As you fiddled with the purse that hung around your shoulder, looking for your card, the familiar voice spoke again: "I've got that for you. On my tab, Mikey!" This time much closer to you.

You turned to your left, wanting to finally put a face to the voice your alcohol-filled brain didn't seem to recognise. Looking at the 5'9 figure standing next to you, it hit you that: you had failed to engage with any driver during the Grand Prix except for one.

It was more than obvious that you weren't going to be at the Mercedes garage and not meet their prominent stars. Lewis Hamilton and Valtteri Bottas. It was Qualifying day and after an amazing performance from both drivers, Toto, at the request of your dad had introduced you to his prodigies. You had gotten the chance to meet the drivers and congratulate them both for their front-row quali positions.

Bottas was the quiet one, after meeting you and your dad he excused himself to his driver room. Lewis was more of a personality, he knew your dad from reading about him and their conversation seemed to flow from F1 to business to possible future lunch meetings. He glanced at you from time to time, the conversation didn't interest you but he somewhat did.

You knew Lewis was quite the party boy and a ladies man, it suited his champion attitude, so seeing him at the club did not surprise you at all. He had won the Grand Prix you remembered, your mind doing a little backflip to being at the back of the garage and giving him a quick hug after your dad had burst into "here's the man of the evening" compliments.

Your altered system forced you to bite your lip at the thought of Lewis Hamilton standing in front of you.

"Hey, it's you!" His eyes widened at the realisation, his breath smelled like nothing but expensive alcohol. He was drunk as a skunk, and to your liking, he looked extremely hot.

You widened your eyes jokingly, following his cue. "It is I!" you laughed slightly, trying to mock his accent.

"I met you on Saturday, no? Your dad is Toto's friend. What's your name again?" He grabbed the Prosecco bottle that had been handed to him and moved an inch closer to you.

"Yep, that's my dad! Y/N!" you yelled through the gap left between the two of you.

"And what's a beautiful girl like you doing in the club all by herself?" He asked before singing to a few lyrics of the song that currently burst through the speakers that were placed at the bar.

"Enjoying herself." You grabbed your glass and, nodding at him as a thank you for the drink, you stepped down the stool and made your way to the dance-floor. Nervously nibbling on your bottom lip at your choice of words you wondered if a little mystery was enough to keep Lewis interested.

Your hips moved at the sound of Ginza by J Balvin and almost immediately, you felt a body swaying along with yours. Him.

Lewis took a sip of the Prosecco bottle he was meant to take back to his group of friends as his own hips fell in somewhat of a sync with yours, his free hand grabbing your left thigh pulling you closer to his body. His motion felt like a cue for you to bend slightly and begin to grind on the "man of the evening", he deserved a little fun after the hard-work he put out on the track.

Eyes started turning to you two, as your bodies got carried away by the effects of the alcohol you had been consuming. You shrugged out the thought of being watched. If Lewis was comfortable, you were too.

"Y yo hoy estoy aquí imaginando. Sexy baila y me deja con las ganas" Lewis sang along to J Balvin but he sang it so close to your ear, he knew it was meant just for you to listen. His raspy voice sent chills down your spine, you didn't know what the words meant but he made them sound sexy and it empowered you. You chewed on your bottom lip as the DJ switched songs and moving away from him you sipped on your gin, cheering at the former drivers that had put you in the mood to party, who shot you back just as happy glances.

"Come to my table! Let's have some fun!" Lewis' drunk voice echoed through the pounds of your head. He was quick to grab your arm and pull you through the crowd to a more secluded area.

"Y/N everyone!!" He yelled once you approached a group of what looked like more mature and older people. Everyone turned their heads at the two of you and cheered loudly at Lewis' introduction of you, almost as if they were celebrating you tonight.

Daniel Ricciardo. Winnie Harlow. Neymar Jr were some of the faces you were able to recognise at first glance, everyone seemed as slapped as you, some of the girls were high as kites twerking on anything they could put their asses to. Now this was more your vibe.

As the night went on; more drinks came, you danced and enjoyed yourself. Sexual tension between you and Lewis had become hard to ignore and the amount of alcohol in your body had you craving him... all over you.

It's now or never you thought to yourself.

Downing your, God knows what number, cup you looked at Lewis who found himself having fun with his mates, his smile widely spread across is face, revealing his perfectly sharpened canine teeth.

If anything, we blame it on the alcohol.

You mentally thanked the Dj as Wild Thoughts by DJ Khaled started playing. Lewis' eyes darkened as he noticed you approaching him. Your dress hugged your body perfectly, making your figure hard to look away from. In a blink of an eye you had found your groins against one another's grinding on each other to the beat.

As the song went on, Lewis spun you around, having you against him drove him crazy. His hips thrusted your back, his fingers digging the skin on your thigh. He licked his lips at the thought of you, and almost as if he had been waiting for this moment the whole night, his lips met your bare shoulder.

Without ungluing his figure to yours, his tongue slowly traced your neck, sending chills down your spine. "Have I told you how beautiful you look?" He mumbled in between kisses on your bare skin. He didn't have to win you over with compliments, he already had you.

You could feel death glares from Lewis' female guests because of the moment you and the world champion were sharing. You used the uncomfortable stares as your cue to leave, turning to Lewis for the first time in what seemed like a long night, you stared into his - slightly droopy from the alcohol - brown eyes. Your arms automatically swung to his neck, he had yet another bottle in his hand but did not hesitate to wrap his arms around your waist.

"I don't think your friends are enjoying this little show we're putting on" You mumbled, signalling to the ladies who stood in the corner. Your eyes went from staring into his to looking at his lips, your breathing had become intense as you felt Lewis's body awfully close to yours, his member slowly caressing your upper thigh. He licked his lips, noticing how badly you stared. At that point of the night neither of you could contain how much you craved one another.

"They don't have to watch" Lewis whispered, shooting a quick glance at the models who seemed rather upset with his lack of attention on them; back to you, before grabbing your arm and pulling you through a back door that was close to the VIP area you were in, he mumbled: "I know a place".

You found yourself stumbling through the front entrance of a rather fancy building. Lewis lived conveniently close to the Amber Lounge, and in no time, his body guards had escorted the two of you to the penthouse.

Thanking his driver, you made your way into the elevator, and as soon as the doors shut close, Lewis had you pinned against the back wall. His eyes darkened again, his breathing hard over your lips.

Even drunk as a skunk, he looked and smelled amazing.

You watched him bite his lip as he leaned closer, making you crave his lips on yours even more.

It felt like heaven. When Lewis finally crashed his lips on to yours, his body weight causing you to lean further against the wall... it felt like heaven.

You groaned as the kiss didn't last as much as you wished to, the ding from the elevator interrupting it.

You were given no time to take in the surroundings of Lewis' perky home. He placed his arms on your hips and you automatically straddled him, the heat was back like it had never left, your lips were on his yet again. He kissed you so passionately you thought he was compensating from not doing it earlier. He knew his way through his home, and as your tongues met, he quickly found his way through his living room to his astounding suite.

Lewis dropped you on his bed, his eyes filled with lust and hunger. Behind him, the view of Monaco’s nightlife and beach shone through his large windows, the moonlight setting the perfect ambiance for what seemed like an exciting night for the both of you.

Your thoughts were distracted by Lewis’s touch. He had quickly removed his shirt and tossed it aside, his fingers now rested on top of your wet panties, his thumb caressing your clit. His body hoovered over yours, you closed your eyes and tilted your head back, allowing your body to feel Lewis’ movements on your area.

“Look at me” He demanded, his voice as deep as you’d ever hear it. “You’re so wet” He mumbled once your eyes obediently met his. Starving for him inside of you, you pulled your dress up your waist not once breaking eye contact, which caused Lewis to smirk. He attacked your neck, sucking and nibbling on your bare skin, his fingers slid your panties to the side, and with a small bite to your neck he inserted two fingers into you. You gasped at his sudden movement and your walls clenched in pleasure.

“Fuck!” Lewis muttered as he felt your juices coating his fingers. As instinct your knees bent, allowing Lewis to get a better grip of your inside walls. He picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of you. As your moans started getting louder, you feared Lewis had neighbours so you instantly bit your lip trying to contain your pleasure-filled screams.

“L-Lewis” you stumbled on your words, he knew just how deep to thrust and how much to curl his fingers. You longed for him inside you, your fingernails digging his tattooed back and your head titled back.

“Yes, baby?” He was enjoying watching you squirm in pleasure, his member hardening at the sound of your voice in his room.

"Don't make me wait" you pleaded, not being able to contain your hormones any longer. You wanted him inside you: “I want you. I want you to cum with me”

As if your wish was his command, Lewis’ drunk figure moved his hand away, he stood in front of the bed, and you took the moment to remove your dress, revealing your perfectly shaped and tanned body. Lewis, on his turn dropped his jeans. Both of you stood in awe of one another for awhile, hunger rising. He observed your breasts, and you engulfed the length of his now erect shaft.

You slowly removed your panties and dangled it in front of him, teasing the man that was going to eat you alive, the room smelled like expensive cologne and Prosecco. Lewis jaw hardened, his tattoos made his muscles more prominent... You just wanted to dig your fingernails on his biceps at that stance. He grabbed the panties off your hand and threw them to the side along with your dress and swiftly made his way on top of you. Cupping your breast with one hand, his thumb played with your nipple whilst the other filled his mouth. You lowered your hand and began to stroke Lewis’ cock; as soft and deep moans leaving his throat, your spine shivered.

“I want you so bad” You whispered, placing Lewis right at your entrance, the tip of him rubbing against your wet and now throbbing clit.

“How bad, baby?” He asked, pecking your lips. With his voice in a demanding whisper, you were quick to realise how much of a tease Lewis was, he enjoyed making his victims beg for him. He knew how good he was.

“So… so bad” You moaned into his lips. Just as much as Lewis, you knew what you wanted and you too knew how good you were. Not wanting to waste another second you took charge, placing his shaft at your entrance you helped him penetrate you. Lewis broke the kiss he had engaged in with you, a loud moan leaving his mouth once he felt how tight you were.

It took you a second to adjust to Lewis’ length as he made his way in and out of you, although intoxicated, he noticed your slight discomfort: “Are you alright?” he questioned, his furry brows tightening.

“Shh… don’t stop” You reassured him. With your hand around his neck you brought his head down to yours, you had grown to love his soft lips around the flesh of your neck. At your call, Lewis lowered his weight on to you and steadily picked up the pace. Every thrust brought you closer to an orgasm, his cock rubbing on your perfect spot.

You clenched your walls, digging your nails through his tattooed back. “Fuuuck!” You heard Lewis scream in absolute pleasure at the tightness around him. Lewis’ thrusts became deeper and faster, his forehead had grown sweaty, the room steamy. As he picked up his pace, all you could hear was small grunts from his perfectly sound voice and the clapping of his thighs against yours.

“I’m gonna cum” He moaned through shortened breaths. His warning brought you to your dominance senses. The thought of having Sir Lewis Hamilton begging you to cum extolled your ego. Without thinking twice you shifted your weight to the side, motioning what was well understood by Lewis. It was your turn to be on top.

Lewis, at the realisation that he was sleeping with a woman who knew what she wanted, eagerly obeyed and placed himself closer to the headboard of his king sized bed, not minding that you had interrupted his almost-orgasm.

Feeling good about impressing the seven-time world champion you slowly crawled up to the man that looked at you so hungrily, lust in his eyes only becoming more and more visible. His jaw clenched again as you straddled his waist, his now, thanks to you, cream-full cock entering your threshold again. Another loud moan, this time from the both of you. You bent over slightly, placing your hands on Lewis’ shoulders for support as you started bouncing on him.

“Just like that baby” He sang to you, one hand was tightly wrapped around your neck, and the other slapped your ass as hard as he could bring himself to. It drove you crazy, it made you want more of him in you.

Your breathing had gotten harder and your forehead had met his. “I want you to cum for me” You demanded. Lewis knew he was close to his finish line, but wanted you to finish with him. As you seemed to enjoy, he kept his veiny and robust hand around your neck, giving it light squeezes every time he felt you really deep.

His free hand moved to your clit and you shot your head back in utter pleasure.

“Right there… Keep it right there” You begged, knowing exactly what was going to happen in the next thirty seconds. Lewis, in satisfaction, rubbed on your throbbing bud whilst his own hardened at every movement of yours. His teeth met his bottom lip and his eyes fell shut. You knew he was ready to release, but you weren’t going to let him off easy.

“Look at me” You called. Your ego growing with every sign of obedience from Lewis. His eyes watered a little, you knew you had him, and every thrust brought you both closer to your orgasm.

“Baby…” he whispered, his hand still in circular motions around your clit, his grip becoming weaker “Please” he begged, at no point breaking the eye contact you called for. Pleased with his submission, you mumbled: "Don't stop", and he understood the assignment. You both picked up the pace, his finger on your wet clit in circular motions and you on top of his cock, bouncing up and down.

Before you could say knife you felt your legs shaking, your whole body trembled as you released all your juices on Lewis' hand and cock, a loud moan leaving your throat, your voice echoing in the penthouse.

Sorry neighbours.

And with no time to digest the wonders that Lewis had done to your body, he quickly pushed you off him and you obeyed, his pulsating cock releasing right then and there, on his six-pack filled torso.

You were both breathing heavily, laying on your backs. The comfort of Lewis' bed took you in, your head pounding again from the intoxication, the large amount of alcohol still in your system. He chuckled slightly at the turn of events of that Monaco GP Sunday, his gaze never leaving his ceiling.

Eager and starving for more of you, Lewis found in his deep breaths strength to ask: "When do you leave?"

#f1 imagines #sir lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagines #f1 x reader #short fiction #short story #formula one imagine

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daegalfangirl · 3 years

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└> SUMMARY; based off of the song "bye my first" by nct dream, love is a little hard.

└> GENRE; angst angst angst kind of a teensy bit of fluff??? unrequited love (on both ends) bffs to strangers to friends

└> WORD COUNT; 2.4k+

└> PAIRING; donghyuck/jeno x fem!reader

└> WARNINGS; they grow up like super fast, i think theres cussing i cant remember, donghyuck has like a weird obsessive moment (but it goes away)

└> TAGLIST; @woofie-nctzen-fanarts-320 @skrtbeepbeep @tarolovebot @sunshinedhyuck @haechanswhore (BYEE OMG IM SO SORRY I FORGOT TO ADD YOU TO THE INITIAL TAGLIST 😭😭😭)

└> A/N; the angsty ass heartbreak yet the closure at the end is so UGHHHHHH i wrote this all in an hour and a half and tbh for the time spent on it im extremely satisfied. prolly my fav fic so far (mostly cus im an angst lover) but i really hope y'all like it as much as i did! also i've been super super busy this week i only got the chance to proofread once so i'm very very very sorry for the errors. i also rushed putting this together (bc again im really busy rn) so i apologize if there's anything odd. if there's an error that sticks out obnoxiously to you feel free to tell me!

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Bye My First... - NCT DREAM

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Love, I only have you

When I said I'd risk my life

To prove you were my last love

That was yesterday (Woo!)

Your sobs loudly spread through the playground, as the other kids ignore your pain. There was always some crying kid at the playground everyday. Ignoring the pain of a peer was an odd normalization, but it existed at your school. No one seemed to care about your injury.

But he did.

Lee Donghyuck. He was quite popular among your peers due to his extroverted personality. He was the last person you'd expect to see when you opened your eyes.

At first you were in disbelief and thought you misunderstood because of your blurry vision from the overflowing tears.

But it was real.

"Hey, don't cry." He urged, not knowing what to do. He himself didn't know why he was here either, he'd always ignore people when they cried. It's not because he wanted to, but because he didn't know what to do.

Though, when he saw you, he felt the urge to protect you.

That was the first step into something dangerous between the two of you.

To this day you're still not sure whether you regret it or not.

It was clumsy first love

Always by your side, next to you

I followed you around everywhere, I might as well stick to you

I thought everything would work out if we did it all together

"Haechan!" You yelled while running next to your best friend. It was the last day of elementary school, and you wanted to spend the whole day with your best friend (and crush), Lee Donghyuck.

You'd miss him over the summer, he always brightened your day. He felt the same way as well, both of you clinging to each other the whole day.

"You know... It's a different school and stuff. We won't forget about each other Hyuckie, right?" You asked, twiddling with your fingers in worry. "Of course not, we'll always be best friends Y/n." He said as the both of you hugged each other, not wanting to let go.

You'd never let go of him, or so you thought.

Oh, how much simpler it was to be young and careless.

"We have new neighbors Y/n, and they have a son your age. I know you've been missing Donghyuck, so why don't you try to make a new friend?" Your mother urged, saddened by your unhappy state ever since the summer started.

"But mommy... no one will ever replace Donghyuck." You said tearing up. You had really grown a connection with your “best friend”, and it was quite noticeable.

God, were you a sensitive child.

"I'm not telling you to replace him baby, just make a new friend!" She tried once again, hoping you'd follow through with her request.

You mumbled a small fine before going back to your room to put on some shoes. You washed away all your worries, wanting to experience some happiness over the summer.

You opened the door and walked out. You twiddled with your fingers in nervousness, that being one of your most annoying habits. You walked out, and as soon as you went out your eyes met familiar ones.

Haechan?

Haechan!

The both of you ran towards each other, falling on the grass with your bodies attached in a comforting hug. You both laughed and brushed off the grass from your clothes.

"Why are you here Haechan??" You asked, completely confused. How did he know where you lived?? Isn't that a little cree-

"I moved here! I didn't even know you lived here Y/n, but I'm happy." He says clapping his hands, excited for what the summer brings between the two of you.

A summer full of Haechan was exactly what you wanted! You were glad to have your best friend live next door, as it opened more doors for your friendship.

Although, a summer full of Donghyuck was not what you needed for the future.

Those were the days of youth, it was like a movie

The anxiety that's been closely followed by love

I thought I grew up

What do I do?

All those times were memories

It all passed by

6th grade. In 5th grade you were at the top of the chain at the school. Now you begin once again at the bottom. You're finally growing up, something you didn't expect to hit so soon.

Growing up? You're so funny Y/n.

You and Haechan didn't have any classes together, only sharing the same homeroom. It was a bit disheartening, but you knew you guys would still be glued together.

Yeah, you sure knew...

"Y/n, guess what?" Donghyuck said as he ran up to you, clearly in a bright mood. You were happy to see him happy, expecting some great news. You nodded at him and smiled.

"I have a girlfriend!"

The words you've dreaded and hoped to never come out of his mouth.

It was going to happen, was it not? But why so soon....

He was your best friend. Stop overstepping your boundaries Y/n, know your place. You're being selfish, you scolded yourself mentally.

Be happy for him, his happiness is yours.

You nodded and smiled at him, not knowing what else to say. "Do you wanna meet her?" He asked, wanting his best friend and girlfriend to get along. "Sure!" You said, getting up.

"She's in our homeroom, over here!" He said dragging you by your hand. "Hey, Luna, this is my best friend Y/n." Donghyuck said introducing the both of you to each other.

You could detect her scowl from a mile away, her eyes glaring at you and Haechan’s intertwined hands. You looked back at Haechan, clearly oblivious to her reaction.

Couldn't he date someone nicer? It could've been so much easier for you.

They'll break up after a couple weeks, middle school relationships never last.

Their relationship definitely lasted longer than it should have.

Baby (Baby)

I'm really gonna go crazy (Crazy)

Because I fell for you

And all I knew was straight ahead

Donghyuck didn't know what to do.

"Stop being friends with her." The words rang in his head constantly, as he weighed out his options. He couldn't do this to her, not Luna, she was his first girlfriend. He wanted to her to be his first and last

God, what a fucking mistake on his end.

"We can't be friends anymore." Donghyuck said, not bothering to make eye contact with you. Your heart shattered with his words. Why? Why would he do this?

You knew exactly why.

Donghyuck and Luna have been dating on and off since 6th grade, it's now 9th grade. There was always one common subject in their arguments that led to breakups.

You.

You should've known sooner, but it's still a major letdown. You didn't know whether to be disappointed in yourself or Donghyuck. "Okay." You sighed, holding your tears.

"Huh? Really?" Donghyuck said, finally turning to make eye contact with you. Your eyes were never something he could decipher, maybe that's why he was so attracted to you-

-as a friend of course.

Your eyes looked dull, but he couldn't tell what you were feeling in the moment. "It was expected of you, Haechan. You've been avoiding me recently, and it doesn't take a genius to know why." You explained.

"I know you'll be fine. You were turning away from me to hang out with those basketball boys anyways, not that I dislike them." You answered before walking away.

He didn't deserve to see your tears. You're a strong girl, are you not?

You didn't want to hear what he had to say, you didn't even want to hear an apology. You knew Haechan, correction, Donghyuck pitied you in this moment.

You don't need his pity. If he really cared he wouldn't have done this.

All these years so in love with a boy that never cared to love you back, so it felt.

Yeah, now you know how heartbreak feels like.

It's whatever, so so

I guess this is it

I wanted to do better

I still don't know

I've only went this far

(Love is a little hard)

You never opened your curtains. Not once, never again. Your window pointed straight to Donghyuck's room, and you didn't need to be constantly reminded.

You remember when you made the mistake of opening your curtains, you saw Luna in his room, giggling. As soon as she saw you, her laughs amplified.

It was sad. You knew what she was trying to do, yet it still worked.

She knew how to remind you that you've lost, and you let her step on top of you. She won, that's all that mattered in her eyes.

It was all a major reality check, because Donghyuck didn't care. He never did. He never cared about you, not since day 1.

He saved you from that playground, only from mere infatuation. You weren't a fool, you noticed it. He never cared about you, he was just interested in the idea of having a friend like you.

What a piece of shit.

Never, never again.

Donghyuck felt like absolute shit. He had never seen or heard of you after that. Of course he noticed how your curtains were always closed, how could he not?

He asked the Neo basketball team for advice, not knowing what to do. He missed your friendship, he missed you.

How could he have been so inconsiderate?

He remembers how the Neo basketball team looked at him when he explained the story, criticizing him. Taeyong had to be the one to tell everyone to stop, but he shouldn't have.

He knew he deserved it.

He laid on his bed that night. Body facing the window, the one which you shared many memories communicating.

 That night he cried.

For the first time in his life, Lee Donghyuck cried for you.

That's right, I'm so so

Maybe I'm young-minded

I didn't want to be caught

A secret only I know

I'll bury it here

(Love is a little hard)

Donghyuck was popular, he'd been popular his whole life. Not only that, he was commonly crushed around campus. Too bad though, because everyone knew he was Luna's boyfriend.

He knew that everyone viewed him in his relationship as Luna's boyfriend.

Duh, obviously. They were dating. But why did Donghyuck hate the label so much?

The answer was obvious, but he’d never accept the truth. It's far too late.

Today was another realization for Donghyuck. He walked into the library, or almost did. He stopped once he heard Luna's voice. He hoisted the door to the library slightly open so that he could hear what was being said.

"Awe, all alone now aren't you? No Donghyuck to stay by your lonely side? Not anymore.” Luna said, taunting you.

Haechan didn't have to think twice to know who Luna was talking to.

You hummed softly, giving her minimal attention. Luna was unhappy by your response, or lack thereof. "No reaction? Someone’s being a little bold." Luna scowled.

You once again failed to give her any attention. Haechan noticed how the situation was escalating and took the risk of being seen by one of you.

He had to see what was going on, and he decided to peep his head through the door to look at the scene.

You had been intentionally ignoring Luna everytime she tried insulting you, because you knew she always wanted a reaction from you. It reassured her, a win in her eyes.

Luna had enough with you. She had quite the short temper, which wasn't much of a secret to the school. Haechan had never seen her try to get violent, not until now.

She raised her hand, now milliseconds away from slapping you.

That memory will forever be ingrained in his mind, the moment he realized he didn't protect you. He hurt you, he witnessed someone he (thought he) loved try to do the same.

He felt pathetic as he walked away from the library, not bothering to intervene. He decided to keep it to himself, a rather painful secret.

Why did things have to get so complicated?

Ooh, I know as much as everyone else

Now, I'm not

Young anymore

I told you to trust me

Endless love

Someone in your heart

Don't get carried away

It's eventually stop

Junior year. Oh how time passes by so quickly.

Haechan didn't expect to walk into his class on the first day to see you and Jeno laughing. One of his own best friends, how could Jeno do this to him?

All he saw was red. He was lucky that Jaemin stopped him before he did anything he’d regret.

"I'm so fucking tired of this Donghyuck." Jaemin said, clearly about to burst. "Grow the fuck up. She's not yours, she never was. You treated her like shit and now you're angry someone's making her happy again? I don’t wanna get involved in something that has nothing to do with me, but I knew if I didn't pull you back you would've hurt my best friend. I’m not letting that happen, not in my eyes again.."

Jaemin was so right, Haechan couldn't even correct him. It was the truth.

That day, he broke up with Luna.

It's time he starts a new beginning, but he couldn't let go of you, not just yet.

He wanted you back in his life again.

You said I was the only one in the world

But let go of my hand

And I stupidly held onto those days

I truly knew nothing

Such a pure first and last

It all passed by

It was official, the day he had always dreaded. You were officially star basketball player Lee Jeno's girlfriend.

Donghyuck knocked at your door, expecting your mother to open the door. Of course things didn't go according to plan, because Lee fucking Jeno opened the door.

"Huh? Donghyuck? Why are you here." Jeno asked, confused.

You were in the kitchen and as soon as you heard his name you got up in confusion and walked to the door.

It had been so long, too long since the two of you had spoken to one another. "Why are you here, Donghyuck?" You asked in confusion. He could see the way your eyes dulled when you looked at him, and it hurt so much. He deserved it though, he really did. "Let's talk, in private." He said, not wanting to confront you in front of Jeno.

"Okay." You said as Jeno walked back in, you following him outside.

Baby (Baby)

My heart has changed (Heart)

If I don't say something

You'll never notice

"What did you need?" You asked Donghyuck uninterestedly, but still not as bothered as you'd expected. Neither of you felt as if you were prepared for this moment, the closure.

This was the end. The end of you and Donghyuck’s chapter of failed romance.

"I want to try again-" Before silence could pass after his words you laughed loudly. He would've enjoyed the giggle if it was in any other context.

"Now? After how many years? Donghyuck, I don't know what makes you think I'm so easy to get but it's honestly really weird. I thought you'd be happy for me, no?" You asked, utterly confused yet amused.

You sighed, finally deciding to take this seriously. Both of you needed this closure. "Donghyuck I'm thankful for everything, you were my first love. For 7 years I was head over heels for you, but I was too optimistic when it came to my trust in you. I think it's time we both let go and just settle down as friends. I'm sorry it had to be this way, but what's done is done. I'm happy, and I don't want to hurt mine and Jeno's feelings just for your own satisfaction. I love you so much, but I know you can find someone so much better. Please move on, because I have and I don't want to see you in pain. Maybe if things were different we could've been together, maybe if you didn't break my heart.”

Those were the words he needed. It's time.

It's time to let go.

The both of you cried in each other's arms, it was a goodbye to the past and a hello to your present.

"Thank you for everything." You said in a broken voice as Haechan nodded, not wanting to speak knowing his voice would break.

The pain the both of you suffered was immeasurable, but it's what brings you to beautiful moments like these.

Now you're both finally growing up.

So yeah, maybe love is a little hard.

“we’re always learning as we grow. even though we all have our painful experiences, but they shape us into who we are now. so thank you, thank you for shaping me into who i am. i will truly love you till the end. thank you for being my first love, for teaching me to let go.

from your forever best friend, y/n.”

kvydence, 2021 ❣︎

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Ghost Of You 2/2

Pairing: Ghost! Luke Patterson x Fem Reader

Summary: Luke, Reggie and Alex have to assimilate their loss. For Luke of his girlfriend, and for the others of their best friend after suddenly learning that she didn’t have the future they imagined, and instead died 23 years ago.

Thank you to @cookiebuba for being the head of the entire idea and trusting me with it, and to Emy for almost holding my hand to force me to write🤣💜

PART 1 HERE

“It can’t be.”

“Luke, I-”

"No, Julie. You are not telling me that the woman of my life, the purest person who has ever stepped on this world, not only lost her partner and her best friends, but was only able to live her life for two more years and then ended in a horrible accident. It's as if life wanted to torture her before taking her too.”

“Love of ?... Zeppelin shirt you wore when you ran away. Of course.”

“I- It can’t be true, please tell me it’s not true, Julie.”

“Luke... she loved you so much.”

He falls on the floor. The impact is strong, as if his legs have stopped working.

"I know." He whispers slowly, his gaze empty as multiple tears fall from his eyes.

The rest of the gang threw themselves to the ground around him and hugged him with all their might, trying to unite his broken pieces without any success. Alex and Reggie each crying silently over the loss of their sweet friend.

“What day did she pass away? Alex whispers.

"Let me search, one moment." Julie gets up quickly and checks on her laptop to find a little note about the singer's death.

"The rising singer Y/N Y/L who had just released the biggest hit of her career passed away this afternoon in a terrible car accident after leaving the cemetery where her late boyfriend, Luke Patterson, was buried. Y/L was there in commemoration of the 2 years of the loss of the aspiring musician, who died from a sudden tragic intoxication along with the rest of his band. Something to rescue from this tragedy is that at least she's already reunited with her eternal love. May both rest in peace.”

“This can’t be. My Y/N can’t be gone. Not her, not like that.” Luke is still in denial, unable to believe that his little girl suffered such a terrible ending.

“Maybe she’s not. There's still a chance that she's also a ghost.”

“Yeah, Julie’s right. We need to look out for her, we can't write her off without trying to find her first.” Reggie's eyes sparkle with hope, rushing to cover Alex's mouth in case he says anything other than motivating.

Luke takes his flannel and disappears immediately. Both Reggie and Alex stare sadly at Julie who simply whispers a "go, he needs you." They nod and teleport to their friend.

As expected, Luke is in front of the window of an old music store. He met his girlfriend here so many years ago, the day his parents agreed to buy him his first guitar.

The store had a small section where customers could try out some instruments and she was playing the guitar they had there and singing for the small audience. It seemed like it was something she did often because both the workers and certain customers seemed familiar with the girl.

Luke was captivated by her from the first moment. The energy and passion that radiated from her in every move was unreal. He had never seen anyone happier, much less singing with a borrowed guitar from a small downtown store.

The store is completely abandoned, so without saying anything he comes in and walks towards the small stage.

The ghosts of two 12-year-old kids singing together into the microphone invades his memory. If they only knew.

"Do you remember what was the first thing she said to you?" Reggie and Alex sit next to him on the floor, looking straight at the very small stage. They both try to imagine what their friends must have looked like singing here together the first time. Luke totally invading little Y/N's presentation trying to captivate her with his 0% music experience and 100% of enthusiasm.

Luke laughs through tears. "You have the voice of a country singer."

Alex starts crying when he imagines her. He met her just a few weeks later so he knows exactly how she must have looked and sound.

Reggie smiles while shedding a tear, remembering all those afternoons Y/N convinced Luke to join them in their country sessions. He knows that's why Luke hasn't wanted to know anything about country or his songs since they got back. They remind him of his sweet girl.

“I was so offended. I still didn't know anything about music but I had already decided that I would be a rocker. If I hadn't already been so dazzled by her I would have left without looking back.”

“And what did you answer to defend your honor?”

"You think so?" The three of them start laughing while still crying. A heartbreaking mix of pain comes from their chests.

“C’mon guys, next stop.”

The three of them were teletransporting around the city during the day without any success. Luke's desperation increasing for every place the songwriter wasn't.

At night the three decide to go back to the studio. Luke is heartbroken, bloated after crying all day, eyes red and sore, and whatever it was that was driving him to continue, off.

His friends couldn't do much for him either because each was living the loss in their own way, concentrating on living their own pain until they could process it.

Julie wraps them in blankets on the couch and tries to fill them with love, making sure to hug Luke tightly, who seems about to fall apart.

“Does anyone want to talk about her? Maybe it could make you feel better.”

“She was my entire soul, the words and melody in each of my songs. I just, I love her more than anything in this world. I would give anything for her. My guitar, my voice, my songs, whatever it took for us to be together. I know it doesn't seem like it at this point, but we belong together.”

“We know you do, man.”

“I didn't tell you but I dream about her almost every night since we got back. It is always the same dream. She is in bed, leaving my side intact. She's wearing one of my shirts and hugging my favorite one while sobbing. She falls asleep listening to the ballad I wrote for her soaked in tears and no matter how hard I try to wake her up, I can't get her to see or hear me. I can’t get her. After a few minutes she gets up still asleep and begins to dance as we did so many times, but alone. Then she stops and starts crying again inconsolably. And that's when I wake up."

"I'm so sorry, Luke. She deserved so much more." Reggie walks over to hug him, his head resting on his arm while he sobs.

“We couldn't even say goodbye to her.” Alex cries, his eyes completely red.

“We already know that she visited your graves, perhaps we could do the same, dedicate a few words to her.” Julie offers in an attempt to help them find some peace.

Luke looks devastated, but he nods his head as tears continue to fall from his face, the ring that his girlfriend gave him going in and out of his finger. Alex hugs Julie while she strokes his hair in an effort to calm him down and Reggie runs up to get a notebook and pencil to start planning what to say to his best friend tomorrow.

The three of them hang around all night, crying, writing, hugging, remembering the spark of Sunset Curve. In the morning before going to visit her, they realize is exactly the 25th anniversary of that tragic night that changed the lives of the four forever. Luke nearly punches a hole in the wall upon hearing the sad coincidence.

Her grave is right next to Luke's, who has never been here before and can't help but feel a bit anxious.

“Don’t worry, I’ll start.” Reggie tells the guitarist as he takes a step forward, a small smile on his lips.

"Hello, princess. Long time, huh? I'm Reggie, by the way. In case you don't recognize me from the slight change in my hair. I am trying a little more gel, I want something more elegant and classic. What do you think? Yes, I also thought you would like it.” Julie and Alex smile at hearing him talk to her as natural as possible.

“I tried very hard to think of what to say, because if there is anyone who deserves my best words, it is you. And three things came to mind that I want to share with you.

First, the color yellow.

Yellow like the guitar you were saving for two years to buy. You did everything. You were a babysitter, you walked dogs, you worked in the school library, you sang with your old acoustic guitar in every cafe, basically everything that will let you win some money.

And the day before you could finally go buy it, my dad broke my bass in a moment of anger in one of his typical fights with mom that got really out of hand. At least he didn’t hurt her, huh? But when you're a kid you don't even think about the possibility that something like that could happen, you just focus on the broken instrument in your hand. I ran out and ended up on the stairs of your house with my face soaked and one of the broken pieces in my hand.

You hugged me and promised that everything would be fine. That I was always going to have you four and that we would always be family. You assured me that good things happen to good people. And I believed you, you know? You were always right. But now that I'm here, that I know you didn't have the happy ending you deserved, I'm honestly not so sure anymore.”

Luke and Alex start crying again, each hugging Reggie from one side. Reg tries with all his might to continue through the tears, while Julie looks at them with a broken heart.

“The next day when I came back from school a new bass was on my bed. You talked to Mom so she could take the credit for the gift, but coincidentally was exactly the bass that I fell in love with a year earlier when we went to check if your beloved yellow guitar hadn't dropped in price. Luke revealed to me a few months later that you had to borrow money from your mom in order to complete the exact money for that one.

How generous do you have to be in order to do something like that? how noble? How loving? How selfless? You were always more than I deserved. I was supposed to be like an older brother for you, but it was always you who took care of me. I have Julie and Carlos, and I'm trying to be with them as you were with me. I had the best step sister in the world to teach me, and I hope I can do you justice.” Julie starts crying too after hearing his words, and resists the urge to going to hug him because she knows that they need their space to let go all the suffering that they carry.

“Second, my leather jacket.

When we started the band we made a 100% commitment to being rockstars. And a very important part is the look. You accompanied me on a walk around the city looking for the right outfit to literally go sing to the people who were lining up in front of the clubs.

Anyone could have left me alone on that for multiple reasons, not even these two wanted to face the trouble. But you followed me without thinking twice.

The afternoon was over and we still haven't found anything. Our feet couldn't take it anymore and we had 10 minutes to run to the club. But we stopped by a little store that had a black leather jacket in the window and you said, Reg, this is it.

You excitedly took me by the hand and when I tried it on, the rest was history.

Then I tried to get the whole band to use them but these two boys without fashion sense didn’t want to. You, on the other hand, supported me and wore your leather jacket during all the Sunset Curve performances we had, convincing me that they were our good luck charms and that if we both used them everything would be amazing. Oh god, I miss you so much.

And third, a star.

I thought you were a star when I heard you sing for the first time.

I thought you were a star when you and Luke managed to write the whole Sunset Curve album in 2 months.

I thought you were a star when you bought me my bass, when you made Alex feel better after one of his strongest attacks, when you filled Luke with love and support when he needed it the most.

And I believe it now that I know you are gone.

If you are in heaven, you have to be a star. And not just a star, the brightest star of all. I promise to look for your light every night to wish you sweet dreams. I will also sing you some country since you were the only one who appreciated my incredible sound, I hope it makes you smile.”

“That was beautiful, Reggie. I’m sure she loved it.” Julie finally reaches out to hug him as Alex prepares to be next.

“Hey. I don’t even know where to start.

I- I guess I should start saying I could never pay you all the times you were there to pick me up when I needed someone the most. I went back to dancing a little again. It's not the same without you, but somehow it makes me feel you close. I also met someone, oh Y/N, he’s so special, I'm sure you would have loved him and I would have loved the opportunity to introduce him to you. You were always there.

You were there to support me when I decided to learn drums to cope with my anxiety. You sang the song I was practicing over and over to keep me company and reassure me that what I was doing sounded good.

You were there to support me when I told you I like to dance. We spent hours choreographing different iconic songs and just laughing and enjoying creating more memories together.

Not shocking at this point but you were also there for me when I confessed to my parents I’m gay and you gave me strength all those times that I wanted to fall because they no longer saw me the same way.

You were always my safe place. And I regret with all my heart that I couldn’t be yours.”

Alex breaks down. She kept them on their feet during her darkest days and they paid her off by causing her the most horrible pain imaginable. Julie and Reggie surround her in their arms while sobbing. The last one of the band standing moves closer to the grave and drops to his knees.

“I’m so sorry, my love. I’m so fucking sorry.” Luke tries to be strong, but tears start falling like waterfalls from his eyes, his face red in a mixture of despair, sadness and anger.

“I will never forgive myself for leaving you alone. Baby, I've been without you for only 1 month and I’m going crazy, even with the boys and Julie by my side. I don't even want to imagine what you must have been through those two years. My soul is shattered just thinking about it.

At first when we returned I imagined you were happy after having fulfilled all our plans with someone else. And I thought nothing could hurt me more than that, but obviously I was wrong. Because although it hurt me that I couldn’t be the one who was with you, thinking that you had been happy gave me the peace to be able to continue. Now that I know that life took away your opportunity, the only thing I feel is anger.

Anger towards me, anger towards destiny. Anger at not being able to be together even after death. Since we discovered where you are, I have only been able to think of cross over and finally be with you again.

Or at least go back to the night before everything turned into a nightmare. Fall asleep with you in my arms one more time.

I swear I even miss your snoring and you biting my cheek after your goodnight kiss, as you would say, in a gesture of love.”

“Hello again, my love.

I can't believe 25 years have passed. First of all, I want you to know that I'm okay. Or well, the equivalent for ghosts that are destined to haunt the earth alone for all eternity. I made a friend for several years, Rose. I told you about her, remember? I know you guys would have been good friends, she was a ridiculously talented musician. Since she died I no longer had the strength to go back to the studio, but for a long time I enjoyed her company in one of my favorite places. She promised to tell you that I'm waiting for you. I will wait whatever time is necessary, okay? I love you so much, baby.

You three are always on my mind, and I think I can finally accept that the pain is just never going to go away. But lately something super strange has happened to me, let me tell you.

Throughout these years, in the darkest days, I see you. But, they were always memories.

A month ago, I started to see you having other kinds of experiences and I honestly don't know how to feel about it. Am I going that crazy? I selfishly hoped that you too were ghosts for so many years. I looked for you 5, 10, 15, 20 years. And just as I decide to give up, my head imagines you all over the city.

The first time I saw you singing Reggie's jam on the beach. You guys looked so happy, love. It filled my heart with peace for a few seconds, knowing that somewhere up there you are enjoying life singing together all day.

Then I saw my beloved Alex with a cute boy. My heart melted, I can’t even explain how much I wanted to run to hug him and gossip about it.

Baby, he looked so peaceful. I always wanted that for Alex. I didn't know whether to be happy or cry because that didn’t actually happen, so I did both.

The penultimate time was a few nights ago when I was walking in front of the Orpheum and I heard your voices. How wicked my mind is, right? A knife to the heart would hurt less.

And now, I can't even get close to your grave because I'm imagining you all again.”

Y/N doesn't know what to do, if she gets close enough will they disappear? What If they don’t? Will she bear to see them up close? She has been dancing with their ghosts in her dreams for so many years, but It’s not the same as doing it when she is fully awake.

She is about to run out of there in fear when the silhouette of a fourth person catches her attention. She doesn't know why, but it immediately reminds her of Rose. Could it be that she is imagining her friend too?

Curiosity is stronger than fear, like all those times when she got into trouble with her boys. She walks carefully towards her grave which is next to her beloved Luke.

“I swear I even miss your snoring and you biting my cheek after your goodnight kiss as you would say, in a gesture of love.”

“I don't freaking snore, I told you a million times already... and now I'm talking with my imagination, great.”

The band turns in shock towards the fifth voice. That's when she can see the girl's face and realize who she is.

“Julie? But, how?”

“Y/N?” Alex whispers on the verge of passing out.

She starts to panic, just before the boys can do something about it, a new person appears behind her.

“Hey, you took a long time." She turns around and jumps into the arms of who has become her only friend in recent years.

“Phoenix, thank god.” Her body continues to shake but she clings tightly to her friend while crying uncontrollably.

To say the ghosts are confused would be an understatement. And apart from that, the guitarist is having many conflicts with the jealousy that he is feeling at the moment. They haven't seen each other in 25 years and when they finally do, she runs into someone else's arms and clings to him like her life depends on it.

What does that mean for them? Is it too late?

“Beautiful, what's wrong? Who are they? Oh, wait. You guys were at the club a few weeks ago, you're friends with Willie, right?”

Luke feels like dying all over again hearing him call her that. She continues to shake but finally lets go.

“What? You can see them?”

“Shouldn’t I?” He looks at her skeptical and shifts his eyes from her to the ghosts.

“I- Oh my god. I'm going to pass out.“

“Baby, look at me.” Luke’s voice is a mix between a plea and a demand. The terror of knowing that perhaps he has already lost her without having had the opportunity to fight for her clouds his judgment and tears begin to fall from his face again.

25 years. 25 years fighting not to forget his voice. 25 years having him only in dreams, in memories, in melodies. 25 years waiting for him. 25 years on her own.

She turns slowly to meet those honey-green eyes she craved for so long to see, a painful smile from Luke makes her smile through tears.

She carefully lifts her right hand and gently draws it to his cheek, almost exploding at the feel of it.

“You came back. Oh my, It’s really you.” She jumps to the guitarist, entwining her legs at his hips, her arms tangled with all her strength around him, her head buried in his neck inhaling his scent. Tears coming out as if to drown her, all the pain and suffering that she faced all these years finally leaving her body.

Luke wraps her tightly in his arms, still unable to process what’s happening.

Alex and Reggie begin to smile without fully assimilating what is happening, while Julie begins to jump of joy.

“Babygirl, I'm sorry to ruin the moment but I have to rush to the club. Will you be okay here?"

“She's always safe with me." The guitarist growls, and Y/N starts laughing when she hears it.

"The jealous, protective baby in the beanie is right, don't worry Nix. I’ll go and find you later."

Phoenix nods with a smile and disappears. Julie begins to scold Luke while Reggie and Alex approach to touch the cheek of their best friend, still in the arms of the guitarist who does not seem to have any intention of letting go.

“We should go home to catch up. Reggie and I will accompany Julie, it seems that you two should speak alone first." Luke doesn't think twice and disappears with her in his arms.

“Good things happen to good people.” Reggie whispers as he hugs his friends and they start walking home.

Luke and Y/N reappear in the studio and they are both shocked for a few seconds. The girl trembles again in fear of dreaming.

“Hey, come here baby. Shh, I’m here, I promise.”

“Don’t leave me ever again, please.” He can see that it is very difficult for her to understand that is really happening, and to think that she lived without him not 2 but 25 years makes him want to cry again.

“I won’t. I promise, beautiful. Never again.” Luke wraps her in his arms, but she lifts her head from his chest to push her lips against his. The kiss is urgent, but they both instantly recognize each other and fit in perfectly. Luke picks her up again and gently lays her down on the couch, both desperate to feel the other, to recognize every inch.

“I missed you so much baby, I love you more than anything.” Luke whispers between kisses, not willing to have her an inch away from him.

“I love you my love. I love you, I love you, I love you.” She says while kissing the love of her life, happy for the first time in 25 years.

Before things get to escalate, the rest of the band shows up in the studio followed by Julie who clearly walks through the door.

"Let go of her man, it's our turn!" Y/N gets up quickly from the sofa while her boyfriend complains and she throws herself at both of them who pick her up as best they can and spin her in the air.

They put her down and Julie and her stare each other, both raise their arms and meet in a quick but sweet hug.

“You said my name back there, how?” The question that she has stuck since she met her finally coming to light.

“I met your mom many years ago when I came to visit the studio and realized that she could see me. We were friends for many years and I had the opportunity to see you grow up, but I always made sure to be upstairs when you came in in case you could see me too.”

“Well, now I understand how Carlos felt when he found out that we lived with ghosts. And It sounds like mom watches over us both from heaven.”

“Yeah, I’m sure she does.” Both girls smile and hug each other once more.

“I can't believe I endured 25 years without having those beautiful arms around me.” She whispers as they both lie on the couch, Luke has her completely cornered in his arms.

“I’m so sorry, baby. It breaks my heart that you have suffered that much for so many years.”

“It was not your fault. You lost as much as I did that night. Besides, I always knew that you would find me sooner or later. We belong together.”

“We do. I, I k-know we have way more to talk about but, who was the dude from the cementery?”

The insecurity in his voice is evident and Y/N can't help but smile. His emotions are complex, real, and nothing can make her happier than that.

“I’ll tell you all about my friend later, okay? For now... dance with me? I want to dance with the real deal.” He smiles and they both stand up, hugging each other as they slowly move through the studio as they did many times before life separated them.

The Luke in her arms is her Luke, the same one she has been waiting for so many years, finally back in her arms. And just as she thought when she lived, she will dance with his ghost for all eternity.

Thank you for reading✨✨

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enjxxl · 3 years

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|| jake x reader

genre : angst ; idol

pairing : idol!reader x idol!jake

warnings : crying ; reader is insecure about themselves : fluff towards the end if you squint hehe

word count : 2.2k

note : sorry for any miss spellings, i don't do any proof reading. also this is written to where corona never happened.

you never realized how hard it was after your debut, even harder than your trainee days. especially when you debuted through a survival show.

all throughout the survival show you were nervous if you would even make it to debut as you felt, compared to the other members on the show, you lacked talent. during the last episode of the show you had lost all hope as the members were being announced, your hope slowly going down the drain. and as you stood with one other person you felt it in you that you weren't going to debut. but as the last person was announced it hit with surprise. your name was announced. it all felt surreal to you and you couldn't believe what the judges had said. had they really said your name?

you had looked towards the other members standing to the side, grins on their faces as they motioned for you to join them. when it finally had hit you that you made it, you couldn't help but burst into tears as you thanked the judges for giving you the opportunity to debut and thanking all the fans who had voted for you.

now, as you sit in the waiting room after your debut stage you couldn't help but feel giddy. the sweat rolled down your face and down your back but you didn't particularly care, you were just happy you finally had the chance after the 5 years you had spent training and working for this day.

"how'd it feel, y/n," your manager sat down next to you as they scrolled through their phone, looking at what was next on the schedule.

"surreal," you sighed out, the exhaustion rolling through you in one hit. as much as you loved the feeling of performing and seeing all your smiling fans you couldn't help but loath the exhaustion that came with it.

"glad to hear, next on the schedule is a variety show so get ready for that," your manager walked out leaving you by yourself in the small room. because you were the only girl in your group, you had to use a separate waiting room from the rest of the boys but you were honestly glad as it gave a moment of peace from their loud and bubbly personalities.

you finished getting ready for the next schedule and walked out with your manager when he had come back to get you. you had dressed down in comfier clothing as you knew you were just going to change again as soon as you got to the other building.

"y/n! i can't wait to watch the performance of us tonight!" you met up with the other boys as you walked out of the building and you agreed with the tall boy. jake, the tall boy, was the first person you had made a connection with during the survival show. you were thankful that jake was the first since he had helped you all throughout the show. when you were struggling with anything, jake was always their to help you. you were growing so fond of the boy that you couldn't help but slowly grow feelings for him. of course you would never be able to tell him since you were both in the same group but you couldn't help what your heart was feeling for him. you knew you had a 0% chance with him and as much as it hurt to admit and come to terms with, it was better that way.

"i bet it caught you stepping on my foot, jake," you couldn't help but scold him and slap his arm as during the performance he had stepped on your foot twice.

"it was an accident," he pouted, rubbing his arm. you smiled at him and gave him a side hug while you walked outside the building, not noticing the cheeky smile he had given you as you wrapped your arm around him. however, what you had not expected as soon as you walked out was to be bombarded, the flashing lights shocked you and blinded you for a few seconds as you instinctively hid behind one of your members, burying your face behind his back so as to not be blinded again. you were pushed and pulled from every direction as you tried to hold onto him but you were soon separated from the other boys the only thing holding back the fans were two bodyguards, one on each side. you lifted your head and continued walking, trying hard not to stumble and fall from the blinding lights.

your heart race picked up as you kept walking as it felt like it was taking forever to get to the van which wasn't even parked far away from the building you were exiting. when you finally made it into the car you threw yourself inside and sat next to a worried jake.

"hey, you ok? who would've thought it would already be like this," he looked at you, a worried expression on your face as you breathed a sigh of a relief as you saw all seven of them in the car as well.

"yeah, im fine, i just got lost in there," you sunk yourself into the car seat as the van started driving to the next destination. the other members gave you worried expressions and after reassuring them once more they all either went to looking at their phones or sleeping during the short car ride.

the only one who never looked away was jake. he noticed your shaking hands as you held them trying to not make it too obvious you were so shaken up about what had just happened. he grabbed your hand in his rubbing his thumb across the back of your hand to help calm you down.

"i'm ok, really," you whispered out the reassurance but you honestly didn't know who exactly you were trying to reassure, jake or yourself.

the rest of the schedules wrapped up nicely and as you all arrived at the dorm you immediately went into your room, throwing yourself onto your bed. you were exhausted from the first day of jam packed schedules and all you wanted to do was rest as you had to be up in only a couple of hours. the dorm was filled with busy sounds as all the members caught up with each other before it finally died down as everyone had been tired and wanted to rest.

as exhausted as you were, you were anxious. the debut performance was finally up and you wanted to see what the reactions were so naturally you had searched up the performance. you watched the performance one time all the way through, beaming at your members. they all looked so good and you did in fact notice the camera was able to get in frame jake stepping onto your foot not only once but twice. you giggled to yourself as you saw your face scrunch up slightly in pain and jake showed a shocked expression. it only lasted for a second as the camera cut to a different shot but it was still a funny moment you caught.

your nervousness amped up as you scrolled through the comments, most of them were positive but there were a few that stood out to you.

sh**** commented

why did hybe even let a girl like that debut? she has no talent and she's so unattractive. ridiculous.

ex****** commented

the other members must be embarrassed to have a girl like her in the group, her dancing sucks and her vocals are non existent how is she even a main vocal???

even though there were more positive comments about the performance you couldn't help but let the negative comments get to you. tears welled up in the corner of your eyes and they finally started dropping as you kept reading the comments. all the negative comments were about you. your mind couldn't help but blur all the words together in your mind ; talentless, embarrassing, unfit, untalented. it was all overwhelming and you couldn't help the sob that left your mouth. you covered your mouth, looking up towards the door and waiting in silence for a few seconds to make sure no one was coming and let the tears flow down your face.

thinking about all the events that unfolded earlier in the day, you couldn't help but feel engulfed with all the emotions you had kept inside of you throughout the day. you had looked forward to your debut for years and even though you enjoyed being around your members and you know you had fans that accepted you and loved you but it still hurt to know you had so many who hated you.

a knock at the door halted your running thoughts and put them on pause as you looked up, finding a concerned jake peeking through the door.

"y/n? what's wrong, oh my god are you ok?" you were stilled in shock, not expecting jake to suddenly come knocking at your door. he came in kneeling down to your level and grabbing your face in his hands.

"i thought you were asleep," you muttered up a response as you tried to wipe your tears, failing in the process as even more tears fall down.

"hey hey, you're doing ok. i promise," jake tried wiping your tears but his efforts were in vain as his fingers were being drenched with your tears. as soon as those words left his mouth you couldn't but let out a sob as the weight of his words hit you. you didn't feel like you were doing ok and the thoughts went from still to running again.

jake, seeing that his words only made it worse, wrapped his arms around you whispering even more encouraging words in your ear. you wrapped your own arms around him and crumbled in his embrace.

"they don't like me jake, maybe i'm really not fit to be in enhypen," you stuttered out your feelings. once jake wrapped his arms around you, you knew it was over. jake knew how to make you weak and he knew how to make you vulnerable without him even trying. you hated how he could see through you but you were also grateful. grateful that even if he didn't reciprocate the same emotions as you did, all you really needed was his presence.

"i don't know what's going on behind that pretty little head of yours but i need you to know that you are fit for enhypen. it may not seem like it but we all need you and enhypen wouldn't be enhypen without you. you are perfect the way you are," jake always knew just the right words to make you feel at peace. your thoughts finally stopped and dispersed, his words filling the earlier negative ones.

"thank you, jake i don't know what i would do without you," you hugged him tighter than before and you both finally let go of each other, him wiping the last few tears off of your face.

"how about we get some sleep? we have to be up in a few so let's get as much rest as we can," you agreed with him and you both got up. he left your room not long after and you swiftly got into bed, pulling the covers up to your shoulders, the only thing peeping out from under the blanket was your head. not long after jake had left, he came barging back in, scaring you as you were just about to fall asleep. you watched as he laid a blanket and a pillow down on the floor next to your bed, getting under the blanket and resting his head on the pillow. you looked up at you as you were peeking over the bed and gave you a smile.

"what are you doing?" you whispered.

"im sleeping right here, i don't want you alone on your first night after debut and plus, everyone else has a roomate anyway," he gave you one last glance before closing his eyes and getting comfortable on the floor. why did he always know what to do? why did he always make you feel special?

you ignored your fast beating heart and laid back down in your own bed. after a few minutes of silence you still laid awake, staring at the ceiling of your room.

"jake?"

"hmm?"

"can i hold your hand?" you let your hand rest over the side of your bed as the weight of your words settled into the quiet night and you couldn't help but get nervous. you didn't know why you were getting so bold but you wanted to be comforted and held. and holding hands was close enough.

after a few seconds you finally felt his hands grip yours tightly and you felt his warmth comfort you in mere seconds. it wasn't long before you had fallen asleep, your body shifting closer towards the edge of the bed so you could hold jake's hand more comfortably. jake, however, had not succumbed to the night, him looking up at you as he let out a sigh.

"what do i do, y/n? i really like you."

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simp4cas · 4 years

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It Was Never Us

Dean Winchester × Reader

Chapter 0 | Prologue

Characters: Dean Winchester, Arthur Ketch, Charlie Bradbury and some dick angels :)

Summary: Dean visits the Acopalyptic Universe in search of Mary and Jack with Arthur Ketch. There he sees someone he hadn't seen in more than seven years.

Warning: Death

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Credit to @talesmaniac89 for this cool anti possession text divider

Dean walks ahead of Ketch, ducking under the dead branches of trees and plants as he passes under the bridge, the stream beside him flowing quietly. Apocalyptic world was definitely no party- there was hardly anyone there and it gave him an odd feeling. He sighs at the decayed body tied to a tree with barbed wires, the rotting smell invading his lungs. This world wasn't as dark as his nightmares but it was scary enough.

The Winchester looks sideways at Ketch, already wishing Sam, his brother was here with him. Especially since Ketch was wearing a black tactical suit that made him look like an idiot.

"Well, this is quite the vacation spot, isn't it?" Ketch says and walks up to stand beside Dean as the two of them looked at the expanse of the forest before them, not knowing the way around the world. They didn't know where to go- Dean was hoping they would have seen someone- anyone to ask for help but it was barren.

"Yeah, if you had your heart set on Mai Tais, well," Dean pauses, taking a breath, "sorry." He turns to Ketch. He freezes for a second when he sees a few people walking on the bridge.

"Is this everyone?" The leader asks and another man answers with a, "Yes, commander."

"For high crimes for fermenting rebellion against the archangel, Micheal, these humans shall be executed."

Behind a few men dressed in camo, there were four people with black woolen cloths pulled over their heads and shackles around their wrists. "Down, down. Get down," Dean whispers and pushes Ketch back, them both hiding behind some dead bushes. He looks back up, noticing that each hostage had a man dressed in camo holding their arm. Finally, they come to a stop in the middle of the bridge and stop, the hostages forming a line in front of who seemed the leader of the men.

Angels. Obviously, it would be those dicks. The angel who looked like the 'commander's' assistant, walks towards one of the people.

Since the woman who's bag had been pulled off her head was standing the furthest from where Dean was, he could only see above her shoulders through the railings of the bridge. It was enough to see the angel place his hand on her forehead and burn her eyeballs out.

The woman's shouts makes something click inside Dean and he moves to stand up from his kneeling position and to open up the duffel bag at his side to get his angel killing bullets out. "Freakin' angels," Dean grits out. He had come to this world before but didn't think things would be that...bad.

But executions like these? He wondered what else angels- Micheal had done to them. Ketch's hand flies to Dean's arm, pulling the Winchester back down and shaking his head he says slowly, "Not. Smart." Gritting his teeth, Dean looks back up, his hands aching to kill the angels.

Another person's bag was pulled off and he was dead in a matter of seconds. There were only two left on the bridge now. Both women by the looks of it. The angel moves to the second last person, pulling off her bag too.

"No," Dean mutters, taking in the red hair, the cheekbones. It couldn't be. Dean looks on with wide eyes and heart thumping in his chest as the leader angel stops the other one from killing her. "Charlie?" Dean asks to no one in particular.

"I know you," the leader angel says, taking a step forward towards Charlie. "You're not the usual human scout."

Human scout?

"Not the sickest hookup line, Captain Charm," Charlie says back loud enough for Dean to hear. He could see the small smile playing on her lips.

"You're with the Resistance," the angel remarks again, enunciating his words carefully. "Inner circle." The angel turns back to look at his second-in-command, only removing his eyes off Charlie for two seconds. "She's met with the Nephilim and the other worlder- Mary."

Oh shit. She met with them. For some reason, Dean's heart soared with the words- maybe cause it meant that Mary and Jack were safe and alive.

"Micheal will want her at the Northern Camp for interrogation."

"Champ, when the Resistance crushes you, I'm gonna be there to shred your feathers and grind them into dust," Charlie grits out and Dean notices the woman standing next to her struggling with her shackles slightly before the angel lunges forward and chokes the red-head. Dean gnashes his teeth together, trying to get up again and make that son of a bitch regret touching Charlie when Ketch pulls Dean down again and says his name to him in a warning tone.

"Looking forward to it," the angel replies and looks to the last hostage on the bridge before turning to one of the angels standing behind her and saying, "Kill her." With that, he and a few more left with Charlie, leaving behind only the last woman and an angel. Dean needed to save Charlie. He would save her this time. But he also had to save the woman on the bridge.

The dark-skinned angel pulls the bag off the woman's head and Dean's heart stops. The whole world seemed to stop as he took in who was standing there. Someone he hadn't seen in more than seven years. "Y/n?"

"Do you know everyone here?" Ketch whispers irritatedly but Dean ignores him. He takes another breath in.

"He's going to kill her," Dean grits out and this time, Ketch doesn't stop him from getting his gun out and standing up.

"Hey, I'm part of the Resistance too," Y/n says, taunting a reaction from the angel with his hand a few inches from her forehead. "Inner circle." Dean took a step forward, not wanting to let the angel know he was there but to get close enough to get a clean shot at the man and not at Y/n.

The angel didn't react- didn't have a chance to before Dean shouted, "Y/n! Duck!" Not even questioning it, Y/n drops to the ground, as if she knew someone was going to save her- shout those words.

Three bullet shots echo in the air, the loud bang making Dean's ears ring slightly. He sees the angel fall down and without waiting for Ketch or turning back to get his duffel bag, he ran. He ran, clawing the barks of trees to run up the steep slope to get to the bridge. If it was actually Y/n who he saw then...

Taking a deep breath, he takes a step forward onto the concrete bridge, steps faltering when he sees Y/n standing up, the chains on her arms restricting her movement. She immediately spots him standing there and takes a step back from him. Dean knew his mouth was hanging. He knew it yet he didn't close it. He knew his eyes were widened yet he made no move to narrow them. He didn't know what to do except for looking stupidly at her. A part of him frowned at how she didn't say his name in the way he loved, soft, and happily. But she didn't know him. Didn't know about them. How they were before...

Meanwhile, Y/n was assessing the situation. She looked between the gun in the man's hand and the dead angel's body sprawled on the bridge along with the other two people. "Who are you?" she finally asked, taking a deep breath when she realized that the man had saved her. But the way he was looking at her made her uncomfortable and she took a small step back, suddenly feeling weak and vulnerable with no weapons and handcuffs on her wrists.

"My name is Arthur Ketch." Dean turns back, breaking away from his trance to see the ex British Man of Letters walking towards them, hands up to show he had no weapons. Dean turns back to Y/n, frowning when he sees she was standing further away from them, face showing fear but her posture straight and almost dominating. "Do excuse my friend," Ketch resumes, helping Dean since he'd forgotten how to speak. "His name is Dean Winchester. Gets quite shy around women," Ketch sighs and Dean rolls his eyes, not bothering to turn back and give him his bitch face.

Y/n glances warily between them, taking another step back when Dean steps forward. She wasn't completely facing them as she took a defensive stance. Knees bend slightly, feet firmly planted in the ground. He widens his eyes, forgetting that she didn't know him. She looked the same as she did all those years ago. The way dug her nails into her palm to calm herself down- as she or Dean's Y/n had. Her lips were parted as she breathed out, eyeing the Winchester.

"Let us help you," Dean says, turning his lips into a small smile to show her she could trust him. She looked frightened though, like prey surrounded by predators.

"Help with what?" She asks and her voice was strong and loud, her eyes slyly looking to the side towards the forest behind her.

"We'll help you save Charlie," Dean answers with no hesitation.

"Dean-" Ketch starts off but Dean puts his hand up to stop him from speaking. He looked as Y/n's eyes widened and she frowned. That meant that she knew Charlie- might've been friends with her too.

"How do you know her?" Y/n asks, taking another small step back.

"We know you too," Dean says before thinking, wincing inwardly when Y/n's eyes narrow. "Y/n Y/l/n. Your parents were Y/m/n and Y/d/n Y/l/n."

Y/n blinks several times but Dean still saw them shining. She licked her lips- once, twice. He wanted to take a step forward and hug her but the situation was to delicate to pull stunts like that. Finally, after what felt like forever to Dean's thundering heart, Y/n meets his eyes, distrust and vulnerability flashing in them.

"How?" It was all she asked, her voice breaking slightly. It was just one word but Dean knew what she meant.

The Winchester turned back to face Ketch for a second before looking back at Y/n, not knowing where to start.

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lets-just-daydream · 5 years

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Can I ask for a hand soap x reader where Hanzo and reader have been best friends since childhood and have been a couple since high school, and Hanzo proposes to reader, but reader is also pregnant (:0) and she announces it right after (or before idk do it however you like) the proposal? I love your writing, I think you're amazing and I just want that fluff, you know fam?

omg this is too cuuuuuuuute. Thanks for requesting!Warning, contains some mild sexy times. I've put it between asterisks.*You and Hanzo… You had known Hanzo all your life and you couldn't think of a time in your life where he wasn't around. When you were young children, innocent and unaware of what the future had in store for you, you spent your days running around and playing in the dirt much to your parents' dismay. But you were young and you should enjoy your childhood while it lasts. Then the teenage years came and things got a little awkward between you when you learned about bodies, puberty and all the other stuff that make your ears tinge pink. It was the same for Hanzo, too. Sure, he knew a thing or two about girls and he knew you were a girl. Then he got intimate with some diagrams and he couldn't look you in the eye for two days.Before you two had known you were to be wed, you had seen other people. You both kept it secret from your families, knowing they would disapprove of what you were doing but you could rely on each other. Hanzo was your best friend and you were his. Your closeness had driven your partners away from you, saying that they were jealous. You were upset, but you supposed you could understand. After that, you and Hanzo had tried to date, but it felt like dating your brother and neither of you could commit. Your first kiss with him was a little awkward. You sat beside him on a bench in the Shimada Castle grounds and he put his arm around you, closing his eyes and inching his face towards yours slowly. When your lips met, they didn't part and you both pressed your closed lips to each other, holding the kiss for what seemed too long. After you separated, Hanzo apologised and ran off, covering his face with his hand in embarrassment. You felt bad but you knew that dating him was too awkward and trying to date anyone else resulted in broken hearts because you were so close.It was then that you and Hanzo decided you should probably try and make some other friends, too. Friends of the same gender. You were young and losing Hanzo was one of the most heartbreaking experiences you had ever gone through and it was the same for him.You started dating again when you got to your late teen years. When you introduced your new boyfriend to your parents, they were angry and you weren't sure why. You dated in secret for a while but then your parents found out and told you to break up with him, lest he be on the bad side of your family's graces. Your parents say you down one day, deciding that it was time for you to know. "What's going on?" you asked, sitting in front of them. "Just wait a moment and we will explain," your father told you.The door to the room opened and in came Sojiro Shimada with his wife and… Hanzo. It felt like ages since you had seen Hanzo last. And it had been. He had grown considerably and he almost looked like a completely different person. His hair had grown out, his face had defining features and he had built up a considerable amount of muscle.He was instructed to sit beside you and you gave him an awkward smile and hello. He reciprocated but said nothing more to you."I am sure you are wondering why you are both here," Sojiro began. You nodded silently, waiting for him to continue. Hanzo stared down into his lap, his hair framing his face. "You are both entering your adult years and we debated whether we should have told you earlier but now it is time you know what your duties are to yourselves, to your clans and to each other," your father said.You knew what your duties were. You were brought up to be the perfect wife for when you're married off to a man from a powerful clan. You were to bring honour to your family and the clan. And being married off? You knew that already… you furrowed your brow and dared a glance at Hanzo. He was already looking at you and moment of clarity hit you."No way!" you said, standing up and almost knocking your chair over."Darling," you mother warned."She is right," Hanzo said, standing beside you. "We cannot marry. We tried… dating and it ended poorly. You cannot expect-""I expect you to uphold your honour and fulfil your duties as my heir," Hanzo's father snapped, rage on his face. "You dare disrespect me and your future brides family? I will not stand for it."Hanzo closed his mouth and sat down, crossing his arms over his chest."Daddy?" you asked, not believing what was happening."This is the way it was always going to be, sweetheart," he said. You looked at your mother with widened eyes and she gave you a look that told you 'you better sit down before I give you something to be upset about'.You sat, your head down looking at your hands in your lap. You couldn't bring yourself to look at anyone, not right now. "Now that we understand what we must do," Sojiro started, "we can begin preparations for your futures." "You are both dismissed," your father said, gesturing to the door.You stood abruptly and stormed out of the room, not sparing anybody a second glance. Hanzo exited behind you, closing the door and standing in front of you.Neither of you knew what to say for a moment and you stood, trying to listen on what what happening inside."I know you are… disappointed," Hanzo started, his voice uncertain.You glanced up at him and saw the worry and uncertainty in eyes. You felt bad for him. This was just as scary for him as it was for you."It's okay," you said just above a whisper. "It's not your fault. I'm just confused and I don't know how to be married to you," you said with a thick gulp."Come for a walk with me," Hanzo said, extending his arm to you. You linked your arm in his and walked with him through the gardens of your home, not knowing what to say."You've gotten taller," you said with an awkward laugh. "You used to be short enough that I could see the top of your head sometimes."Hanzo let out a small laugh."And it seems you stopped growing, now I tower over you," he said."You do not "tower over me!" You're barely taller than me," you said with an incredulous laugh.Hanzo stopped walking and turned to face you."Then why am I able to do this?" he asked. He stepped forward and wrapped you up in a hug, resting his chin comfortably on your head. You wrapped your arms around him and sighed."I missed you, Hanzo," you said into his chest."I missed you too," he replied.After that day, the awkwardness between you and Hanzo slowly dissipated and you warmed up to the idea of being together. Also because you had no other choice.You had been moved into Shimada Castle before your engagement so you could get a feel for what life would be like there. Although, you weren't allowed to share a room yet. You had finally learned to love Hanzo as a partner and he felt the same. You sat beside him as he readied himself for a party the Shimada clan was holding to officially announce your betrothment."Hanzo…" you started, watching him as he did up his tie. "Yes?" he asked, not looking away from this reflection."Um, I don't know how to say this without sounding… dumb," you stammered."Dumb?" he asked, turning to face you. "My dear, you could never sound dumb. Please tell me what is on your mind."You sat beside you, holding your hands in his. "I think I…" you hesitated."Yes?""I think I love you," you managed to blurt out in one breath. Hanzo sat there, staring at you. He looked like he hadn't registered what you just said. You worried that you freaked him and that your life was ruined. You made to stand up and leave but he held your hands firmly. "I love you too," he finally replied. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. This time, the kiss felt natural and what a kiss should feel like. You parted your lips and Hanzo kissed you harder, more passionately."Oh," you sighed as he slipped his tongue between your lips.He laid you down on your back and continued kissing you, trailing soft kisses to your ear and sucking it slightly. You let out a small moan and he took this as a sign to continue.*****He kissed down your chest and lowered the neck of your dress, kissing and licking the skin around one nipple and then the other. He came back up and kissed you again, this time deeper and you surrendered yourself to him. You spread your legs and he positioned himself between them, sliding your underwear off and taking his length into his hand, stroking gently."Are you ready, my love?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. You nodded, unable to take your eyes off him. His hair was slightly messed up and he held eye contact with you as he navigated himself to your entrance. You hissed in pain as he slowly slid himself into you, and he stilled for a moment."Should I stop?" he asked."No," you breathed. "Just be gentle," you said with a smile.He smiled back and nodded. He continued sliding in until he was full hilt. He slid back out slowly and then back in, not taking his eyes off you. He reveled in the facial expressions you were making and combined with the noises you were making, you were forcing him wild. His pace quickened and your breathing shallowed as he thrust into you with no indication of stopping. He reached down and rubbed your the sensitive bundle of nerves that drove you over the edge. You cried out his name and he didn't last much longer. He cried out your name in turn and spilled his seed inside you. He slowed, eventually stilling and he slid out of you, leaving a bit of a mess behind. *****He didn't care, though. He couldn't take his eyes off you and he held your rosy cheek in his palm."You look… beautiful," he breathed.Your face managed to go redder and he chuckled fondly, placing a kiss to your cheek."We should get to the party otherwise people will begin to talk," you smirked."Let them talk," Hanzo said, getting up and cleaning himself up. You stood and dealt with the mess and fixed your hair, making yourself presentable.You arrived to the party and guests stopped their conversations and applauded you as you entered the great room. There were more people here than you thought and it made you a little queasy. "A welcome, to the future Master Shimada and his betrothed," Hanzo's father announced as you walked in, arm in arm. Your parents looked on at you proudly and Hanzo's parents gave you beaming smiles. You looked up and Hanzo and he looked down at you in adoration. Perhaps you would get through this party just fine after all.The party itself went by with no hiccups except for the occasional side-eye from jealous women who looked at Hanzo with lust. But he had eyes for no one but you. He proudly introduced you to his many family members and friends and you introduced him to yours. You felt like a team and like nothing could ruin this perfect life you now had.Weeks later, you awoke with an intense nausea that you couldn't explain. You ran to your bathroom and threw up in the toilet, groaning in discomfort. The first thing you assumed was that you had some sort of food poisoning and you went last Hanzo's room to check how he was feeling.You knocked on his bedroom door and you heard him say "come in"."Ah, good morning, my love," Hanzo said as he saw you enter the room. He was sat in his bed, reading a newspaper and drinking tea."Good morning, Hanzo," you replied. "How are you? Feeling alright?""Yes, never better. Pretty yourself up, I'm taking you out for dinner tonight," he said.You groaned internally at the thought of going out with how your stomach was behaving."Can't wait," you said with a smile. "I'll go out and buy something nice to wear." "Of course. Make sure you take my card," Hanzo said. "You know where it is."You nodded and exited the room, scared of what the day had in store for you.You made it to the massive shopping mall hassle free and you told the drive you would call when you wanted to go back home. He nodded and drove off, leaving you to do your shopping.You entered many clothing stores and took forever to decide what to wear. The shop assistants flocked to your side as soon as you entered the stores, they knew who you were and who you were due to marry. You finally selected a flattering dress and shoes to go with it. The dress was traditional in Japanese style and design but also with a modern twist to it. You knew Hanzo would love it.When all of your shopping was complete, you visited a pharmacy to pick up a pregnancy test. The thought that you might be pregnant had consumed your thoughts all day and you had to know.You bought it, called the driver to take you home, rushed a quick hello to Hanzo as you arrived and locked yourself in your bathroom with the test.You weren't sure what Hanzo would say if you actually we're pregnant. You had been a part of each other's lives for so long that you couldn't imagine him reacting negatively. But you also worried over the fact that he may not want a child so soon."Well he shouldn't have had sex with me without protection," you sighed to yourself. You opened the box, read the instructions and did what they said to the letter. You sat the text aside and waited. And waited. And waited. You waited for what seemed an eternity until you finally saw two thin lines appear on the test. You held your breath and fumbled for another test, just to be sure. Same result."Oh, hell," you muttered.You started at the tests for what felt like hours until you realised you needed to get ready for your night with Hanzo. You out on your new dress, shoes and some make up. You debated with yourself for a moment and then picked out a clutch and slipped the pregnancy test inside. You had to tell Hanzo.You met him at the front of the castle and he whistled low as you walked over to him."You look absolutely ravishing," he purred."Oh my god, Hanzo, no one says that anymore," you jested."My apologies," he chuckled.He opened the car door for you and you slid in. He told the driver where you were going and you made the drive there, wondering whether now was the time to tell him.No. You didn't want to tell him you were pregnant with his child in the back of a car. Albeit a very fancy car. But that wasn't the point."We're here," Hanzo said, stirring you back to the present moment. Hanzo came around and opened your door for you, offering his arm to you. You took it and stepped out of the car. You were in the middle of the city, at the entrance of the tallest building in the city.He walked you to the front and before he needed to say anything, countless staff were at your side, escorting you to and elevator and offering you fancy drinks and food. You would normally accept a fancy glass of champagne but you felt that given your circumstance, it would not be wise. You accompanied Hanzo into the elevator and the doorman pressed a button that appeared to lead to the very top floor."Wow, we're going pretty high up, huh?" you asked."Yes. You can get no other view of the city from up here," Hanzo explained.You finally made it to the top and the view out of the floor to ceiling windows was indescribable. The twinkling city lights stretched as far as the horizon and you turned to Hanzo to thank him. When you turned around, Hanzo was down on one knee, a small velvet box in his hand. You felt your heart stop and you looked down at him in adoration."Hanzo…" you breathed."My love," he began. "We have been through a lot over the years, from our childhood until now. I am beyond ecstatic that I am betrothed to you and while this proposal is not quite necessary, I wanted to do it for you." You were unable to speak for a moment as Hanzo continued. "My love, my friend for all of time, the mother of my future children, the woman who will be beside me for all my life, will you marry me?" "Of course!" you breathed. Hanzo beamed and stood up, sliding the ring onto your finger, making your engagement official."I have something for you," you said, kissing his cheek. "Oh?" he asked."Close your eyes," you instructed. "Hold out your hand." He followed your directions and you took the positive test out of you clutch and gently placed it in his hands. "Open," you whispered.Hanzo looked down, confused at what this contraption was. On closer inspection, the realisation hit him and he looked at your stomach questioningly then up at you.You just nodded, beaming and Hanzo wrapped you up in a hug, picking you up and spinning you around."You have just made me the happiest man in the world, twice over," he whispered, gently pressing his palm to your stomach.

#overwatch x reader #overwatch imagines #hanzo x reader #hanzo shimada x reader #red writes

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riggityxwreckedxson-blog · 7 years

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Ahh~! I loved your little angsty drabble!! :D Could I request some jealous Rick? Maybe how guys keep hitting on his girlfriend & he gets jealous and pouty but you make it clear to him that you're his and only his? Just an idea, I'm fine with any jealous Rick idea you got ;)

Okay so this wasn’t exactly like your idea but it was in the general ballpark. Trying to break out of this writer's block is hard as hell so I hope you like this! I’m so, so sorry it took so long ;;

Jealousy, an emotion you felt on more than one occasion. You hated feeling that way and you knew it was stupid. More times than not you've felt jealousy flow through your body when it came to Rick going out on his adventures with Morty. You knew they often went out together and sometimes it was days before they ever returned. You figured the jealousy you felt was because of all the time Rick and his grandson spent together. You wish you could spend a lot of time with Rick.

Today was no different as you sat on the couch, arm propped up on the arm as you rested your head against your hand. The tv was on but you were paying it no mind at all, you sort of just drifted off into your own thoughts as you stared at the tv stand. That was until Summer plopped down on the couch beside you, jolting you from your thoughts. You looked over to see her, of course, on her phone as usual.

"Why are you looking so sad?" Summer asked as she locked her phone and set it down beside her on the armrest of the couch.

"Huh? Oh, no reason.." You mumbled out softly as you extended your leg to very gently kick at the leg of the coffee table.

"Uh huh. It wouldn't have anything to do with my grandpa, would it? You always seem so down when he and Morty are out." Summer smirked a little.

It was no secret to the kids that you and Rick were dating. Beth and Jerry, on the other hand, were none the wiser and just considered you as a good family friend. It was actually rather amusing to you that even Rick doesn't know that the kids found out about your relationship. You could easily play this off as boredom if it was Beth or Jerry but Summer was anything but stupid and could always read you like a book.

you puffed out your cheek in mild annoyance before sighing and looking over at her. "We aren't spending a lot of time together these days and I'll admit I'm starting to feel a little jealous that Morty gets to go out on all these adventures with him when I can hardly get a simple hello from him. It's like I'm not even here anymore. It's a chore to get his attention.."

It pained you to say it out loud but it was true. It felt like Rick was slowly slipping away from you. It was getting harder and harder to gain his attention in you. You felt as if he had become bored with you and that feeling always left a bad taste in your mouth and a huge lump in your throat.

"Well then let's make him pay attention." Summer grinned mischievously and you raised an eyebrow at her and tilted your head.

In that moment there was rustling and noise coming from the garage and Summer stood up, nodding her head for you to follow. You got up and followed her into the kitchen where the door to the garage was slightly ajar.

"So you gonna come with me to this party? Please, please come with me. There will be some older guys there. You might find a date~" Summer beamed happily and loudly enough for her voice to travel into the garage.

Morty opened the garage door more to step into the kitchen, he walked past you both with an exhausted 'hello' before trailing upstairs and who was following him into said kitchen? Rick. He walked right past you and Summer and opened the fridge to grab a beer and you felt your heart sink into your stomach. He didn't bother saying hello. He just leaned against the counter top and drank his stupid can of beer.

"So you're going to come with me tonight right? you could find the guy of your dreams!" Summer smiled widely and Rick side glanced at the two.

you scratched the nape of your neck before sighing. You weren't sure what Summer's end game was but you decided to play along anyways. "S-Sure. I'll go with you. I don't have any plans anyway." You smiled sweetly and you could hear Rick scoff from behind you.

"So you're going out to a..a...a teeny boppers party? You, you ever think Summer might be you know.. UUUGH using you to gain popularity?" Rick growled from the counter and you wanted to grin but you decided to look at him and give him the coldest expression that you could muster.

"She isn't as heartless as you." You said giving Rick a small wink before walking away.

"Party's at 7!" Summer called out to you.

Seven O'clock rolled around and you decided to go with a nice casual look but still enough to show a little skin. It wasn't your intention of going to the party to hook up with someone. You and Summer knew all too well that Rick would take the bait and follow you both in secret. You knocked on the Smith/Sanchez door and Jerry opened up the door.

"Ah, nice to see you. You here to pick up Summer?" Jerry asked as he sidestepped, letting you walk into the house.

"Yup!" you smiled happily as you seen Rick look back from where he was sitting on the couch. He let out a rather annoyed sigh and your stomach filled with butterflies. Summer's plan was already working and you haven't even left yet!

"We'll be back around 1~" Summer Chimed happily and Jerry started to look rather concerned.

"That's a little late." He looked between the both of you.

"Don't worry dad, I'm not going to be alone." Summer walked over and placed a hand on your shoulder before walking out the door, you soon following after as you said goodbye to Jerry and Rick. Even though Rick hardly responded at all.

Closer to the end of the night you were sitting on someone else's couch, drink in hand although you hardly touched it. It seemed as if Summer's plan backfired. There were 0 signs of Rick anywhere. Maybe he really didn't care? Was this how it's going to be from now on? The thought made your stomach turn a little bit.

You were ripped out of your thoughts when you felt an arm sling around your shoulder, your attention snapped to the person who was invading your bubble to see a drunken male wobbling in his seat, clearly extremely drunk. Summer was right there were older guys here, just not the one you wanted to be here.

"Could you take your arm off me please.." you mumbled lowly. "Why? What's the big deal? You're very pretty." He smiled.

He seemed pretty harmless. He wasn't holding you tightly or anything, he was just one of those over happy drunks and it wasn't in you to be very mean to people so you accepted the compliment with a small smile and a "thank you."

The male had stayed like that for awhile as you both talked. to be honest, you had forgotten his arm was wrapped around your shoulder. You guess a part of you just wanted to feel close to someone, even if it was a complete drunken stranger. You both talked about a lot of different things like how you knew Summer, how old you were, and why you were here without a date.

You don't know why but you told the drunken male about your relationship with Rick, without using his name of course. You didn't want to embarrass Summer. You stressed your feelings and that's when the male leaned in further towards you, he pressed his lips against yours and you immediately jerked back.

"Whoa.." you raised your hands up so that they came in between you and the male.

"What's the problem. your boyfriend seems like such an ass-HEY!" The drunken guy slurred as he was yanked up from his seat.

You looked up and to your horror stood Rick. Rick was gripping the other males arm so tightly you thought that a small simple twist would break the poor guy's arm. Rick looked pissed beyond all belief.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Rick growled as he glared at the drunken male.

"Just- Just having some fun old man. No, No harm." The guy sputtered but wenced out when Rick twisted the guy's arm.

"If, If, If I were you I'd seriously consider finding someone else because this one here is mine." Rick huffed and you felt heat rush to your face when you heard him call you his.

Rick let go of the guy and the drunken guy stumbled away holding his arm tightly. There were a few eyes on you but you didn't care. the only ones that mattered were Rick's. you had to admit, seeing him become defensive over you made you want to leap off the couch and kiss him but you knew better.

"And you. What the- what the hell do you think you're doing!?" Rick glared down at you and you felt as if you had sunk into the couch a little more. You didn't want to cause any more of a scene. Rick, of course, sensed this and grabbed your hand tightly, yanking you up before going outside.

Once you were outside Rick pulled you into him, wrapping his arms tightly around you. You were a little confused at the sudden action. "Look. I know I haven't been that great lately- Been busy a lot but don't ever do that again... I was here from start to finish you know." Rick said softly, his hold tightening a little bit. "When I saw you with that guy it made me so pissed off, I wanted to punch that asshole in the face. I don't want anyone else to touch you like that-I don't give a crap if it was innocent or not. You're with me and me only. I don't like to share" He growled as he thought about the memory and that's when you finally hugged him back. He did care and that made you happy.

#Rick and Morty #Summer Smith #Jerry Smith #Morty Smith #Mentions of Beth #Rick x Reader #Rick Sanchez x Reader #Rick Sanchez #RNM #RAM #Rick is jealous #Anonymous

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sophieaaaah-blog · 7 years

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Sup some Langst and Pidge angst cuz i miss my Friends so Imma wright some annnggststtt

Can see it as Pidge x Lance if you want i wont judge, even though its not neccecarely one of my ships 0:

Tw: Suicidal thoughts, self-harm mention and homesickness so yeah

Pidge walks down the cold and lingering hallways, distracting her thoughts from the past, to the present. she doesnt want to think about the past, and, the present is the best that can exist, as you don't know what could happen in the future, and it scares you, like the dark in a place you haven't been in before, or a stranger taking your hand in a omnious place. And if you would've ever thought about the past? You get stuck, clawing through rose-thorns, hurting your entire being, feeling like you're walking on mud and never getting to a destination that doesn't even exist.

She keeps walking down the dark castle halls, getting away from the past, although it may feel like she's walking on mud, clawing through those painful thorns, she can take the cold.

The present may seem like its hurtful.

But its the best you can have at the moment.

* * *

The floor is cold against her small, white feet, and step after step they get bluer. But she doesn't care right now, she can let them get blue, she can let them fall off, let them decay and get eaten by worms and insects, rot untill they’ve become just a pile of bones, or until someone finds them in the horrid state they’ve become- and the rest is up to the the person, isn’t it? Anyways, It wouldn't help getting her family back so why should she care?

Her thoughts wander away as her footsteps sound is coursing through the halls, a never-ending pitter-patter that wont seem to stop bothering her.

As shes trying to convince herself to think about something happy and light, she starts thinking of her mother, but her mind falls on something dreadfull.

Is her mom still alive?

´Shes all alone, isnt she?´

´She could be dead.´

´She cant be dead can she?´

´She could be.´

´She wouldnt kill herself, would she?´

´Maybe, she could’ve though.´

Her words start to haunt her, although now its not about the past, its about what could be the future, and it doesnt haunt her, it plagues her. It struck her heart with fear, ´What if shes dead?`, she thinks, ´What if my entire family is dead?`, she cant take it, she can’t think, she cant breath, she cant do anything.

She feels hopeless.

Like a baby bird thats fallen from its nest.

Naked, cold, hungry, crying.

Crying for help for its mother that will never come.

She founds herself walking faster, not caring about bumping onto Shiro, as she knows his thoughts haunts him aswell, but not in thoughts, but in nightmares, making him afraid of falling asleep. He too will roam around the halls, it works as some sort of coping mechanism, distracting him from the hurting, heavy past.

She wants to forget aswell.

But its hard.

So, so hard.

She finds herself by the airlocks.

She roams past the airlocks.

She won’t do anything stupid, she wont kill herself, she knows it means she may never see her family again. Not only her biological family, but her space family aswell. They’re all she has, and even if the rest of her family may be dead, and all her work couldve been for nothing, she still has them. and she still has a universe to protect.

So her work may not have been for nothing after all.

plus she doesnt whant to die, theres so much she wants to see, and to do, and to feel.

She doesnt want to die.

She tries to keep the positivity up as long as she can, she feels lighter, and the ground isnt as cold anymore, she’ll keep it up as long as it lasts.

And it doesnt last long.

She finds a body by one of the airlocks.

A Tanned boy, tears fresh, breathing heavily, hugging his knees.

Blue eyes staring at her.

She doesnt know what to do at the moment, seeing one of her friends crying in the middle of the hallway, he’s still looking at her, eyes wide, eyebrows scrunched together, he’s scared.

She decides that, maybe its best for her to sit down next to him, she doesn’t need to say anything, the quiet can be calming and helpful. But seeing him in this state isn’t maybe what he wants. Or needs.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” She asks, looking at him, her smooth, honey eyes almost looking like a pair of brown chestnuts in the dark hallway.

He turns his head away from her, looking at the metal-floor of the castle, he feels uncomfortable to be in this position. How could he be so carefree? He was so stupid thinking that he was brave enough to throw himself out through the airlock. He was scared. Not afraid of dying but at the same time he was afraid of dying.

He could be able to die, but at the same time just thinking about it just makes him anxious sometimes. And when the thought sounds comforting for him he would hurt, not with emotion but with blood.

A blade

Cutting his thighs.

It was easier to hide.

he’d only wear pants and long shorts. And when hed go swimming he’d wear over-sized boxers that almost went down to his knees, or that just covered his scars enough that no one would notice.

But when he doesnt have his blade anymore? After he left it back at the garrison in his old room? After hed been flung into space? He cant cut anymore. His thoughts gets the best of him and he’d really gets the urge to do it. But now the only thing he has are his old scars. It would itch so much, but hed bite his nails untill he couldnt scratch anymore.

So he’d panic.

And panic.

Untill it was too much.

And he’d do stupid things like these.

He almost did it this time, he almost pressed the button. But he was too scared, he was scared of the thought of never seeing his family again. He wants to see them again before he does anything stupid.

Maybe he needs help.

Huh, the thought never came to him before.

Maybe does he needs help.

Maybe... he should talk to pidge.

She’s right here anyways.

What’s stopping him?

oh right,

his fear is.

He’s scared to talk to someone about his problems when hes so used to listening to others. But know maybe he should talk, just this one time.

Maybe.

Just maybe.

He takes a deep breath, shaking as he’s doing it. But it didnt feel like he’s breathig, it felt like he was choking. Like if vines are growing in his throat clogging his only way of breathing, it felt like.. drowning.

“I-I.. I was too scared to do it.” He manages to get out, still looking away from the green paladin, he’s tense, and he won’t move. Its almost as if he’s... scared.

Pidge feels confused, what is he scared of? Is he scared of the war, of maybe space? or maybe hes scared of..

“Lance, what are you scared of?” She asks, she sees that lance tenses up more, putting his head between his knees.

“Of.. never seeing my.. family again,” He mumbles, and before Pidge can ask something else he interrupts her, “but I guess that’s what’s stopping me.”

Pidge doesnt like where this converstation is going.

“stopping you from what Lance?” She asks looking worried at Lance. She sees how he’s pale, dehydrated from the crying, he’s skinnier, and his usually broad, strong shoulders are now just thin.

Lance looks down at her, his face is emotionless, and his eyes looks dull, like a thuderstorm thats all calmed down.

almost dead.

“Stopping me from killing myself.” He says, looking at the cold floor infront of him, and at that, Pidge gasps.

She cant believe his words, she doesnt want to believe his words, does he want to die? she can only ask to find out.

“D-do you want to die?” She asks carefully, she doesnt want to cause harm in any way, she doesn’t want to hurt anyone.

“I guess.” Is his answer, he feels calmer now. Maybe telling someone does help.

“Is that why you’re here?” She asks again.

“Yes.” He says looking at the airlock in front of him.

“Oh and why are you here?” Lance asks, pidge jolts at the question. Not really caring about herself when she knows that her friend is suicidal.

“Pidge, there must be a reason your walking around here, not because youre bored in the middle of the night.” He says, patting her on the back, he honestly feels.. numb

“Oh, I uh, miss my family. I guess.” She lets out not really bothered by the fact that he asked, shes more worried over how calm he is, after having a - what she thinks- supposed panic attack.

“And, I’m scared.” She says, rubbing her arm to ignore the awkwardness of this situation, Lance raises his eyebrow.

“Why are you scared?” He asks, more worried about his sis- friend than himself, and he knows he should be worried about himself, but he doesnt really care.

“That my family is dead.” She lets out, her voice cracking. She can’t cry, not infont of Lance.

“Oh.” Lance says, mildly surprised.

“And thats why i dont want you to die Lance, cuz youre family,” Her eyes start getting to sting, a lump gets stuck in her throat. The thought of death is scary, but somebody that she loves dying?

Terrifying.

“you’re like a brother to me, and maybe the only one. So.” Pidge gasps, she’s not ready to let her tears fall, she wants to seem strong, she doesnt want to act fragile when she is the one trying to seem like she’s the one helping.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” She says. Now her face is the one thats buried in her knees, whilst lances head is looking straight at her, his eyes wide.

Lance has always been good at comforting people, but he doesn’t know how to comfort Pidge. He never really got to have any physical touch with anybody on the team, so he doesn’t know how to help.

Well, he’ll have to guess.

“Pidge, do you want, uh, a hug?” She shakes her haid, instead she says something unexpected.

“Show me your scars.” lance backs away a bit. Why does she want to see them? He doesnt mind but he never told her about them, so how does she know about them?

“C’mon, telling me that you want to die is screaming self-harm, show them to me.” She says, her head still in her knees, shaking slightly.

Lance is just confused, but he listens to her request anyways.

So he stands up and pulls his yellow sweatpants off, revealing slighlty skinny legs and- scars.

“Here you go pidge.” he says, sitting down with is legs streched out. Feeling kind of vulnerable.

Pidge tilts her head upwards, looking at lance sitting in his short underwear, revealing his most secret part of him, his cuts.

She looks shocked, but her crying seems to have stopped, she looks calmer and- she is calm, she remebers when she was younger and she would play with her brother out in the garden of her house. The smell of grass covered on their clothes, and their smiles plastered on their faces.

“Y’know, when I was little and when me or my brother got hurt, he’d show me the scar when I was crying and say that everything heals. It made me feel better, which is why I asked you to show me yours. Becuse everything heals.” Pidge says, looking at the scars on his thighs, only scars though, knowing that he didn’t have anyother tool to cut with , she felt less tense at the fact.

“So uh, Pidge.” She looks up at him, taking her eyes away from the scars.

“Yah Lance?” She says, tilting her head slightly to the side.

“Can I put my sweatpants back on it’s kinda cold.” And Lance wasn’t lying, he really did feel cold, and honestly just wanted to put his sweatpants back on.

“Oh, pfft, yeah, sure you can” She says before taking his pants and running away.

Lance stands up at the process.

“Hey! Not cool! My scars, hello!” He screams, seeing her stop and face-plant on the floor before picking herself back up again and running back towards lance.

“Oh shit yeah, sorry.” She grinns, half-apologetically, Handing his sweatpants back to him.

Lance smiles and and takes them back, feeling kinda half-happy, half-cold, but honeslty? Its the closest he’s come to happy in weeks.

“Yeah, sure, Gremlin.”

End <3

(Oh hey im alive, yes ive been gone for a while sorry for the 100th time)

#Langst #Pidge angst #Pidge x Lance if you want #idc #vlt #voltron #vent fic kinda #Lance #Pidge #Shiro #Yellow #Blue #Brown #tw #angst fic lmao

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