#no no no i wasn't ready to cry at this particular moment in time

[sourbinnie]

☆ regrets & replacements ☆ (2)

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> angst with a hopeful ending ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> maknae line!skz x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> it's not about making up, it's about owning up to your mistakes. ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> swearing ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> yes!

a/n -> like i said in the hyung line ending this ain't a happy or a sad ending, this is more of a mix of both and i would say it's more neutral. i really feel like i didn't nail it but i'm gonna publish it anyways because i don't know if i can write it any other way. thank you for following this scenario! it means a lot to me the love that this one got in particular.

first part -> maknae line

jisung ✉

as you got home you were faced with a lot of doubt in your mind. why didn't you tell him that it was your birthday? why didn't he remember? were you just that forgettable? did he just care more about soohee than you? was it always going to be like this? it hurt, it really did. i mean you knew jisung had a tendency to forget everything but it felt like that didn't happen when it came to soohee.

minho was blowing up your phone but you couldn't seem to pick it up. you weren't ready to talk about anything at the moment, you just wanted to cry and that you did. it was as if the tears wouldn't stop falling from your eyes as you thought that maybe this would be the end. you just never seemed to be the priority and when you saw the door opening you weren't surprised but still felt like wanting to be alone.

"baby, baby, baby! i'm so fucking sorry. i cancelled everything that i was gonna do and i'm here now." jisung rambled as he was going around your apartment but you didn't move. you couldn't look at him because you weren't sure of what to say and you felt like you couldn't talk without breaking down and crying in front of him. jisung noticed and felt like crying himself as he took in everything. "(y/n) i'll make it right, i know i was an idiot and forgot but i need another chance."

"it's not about forgetting sung." you said which caught him off guard. this was more serious wasn't it? he was in deep trouble, he could sense it and it was scaring the living hell out of him. "you put her first again, you always do this. i just wanna feel like your partner but i sometimes feel as if she was dating you and not me."

"don't fucking say that. i only want you and she's just a friend, well was a friend because i don't want her in my life if she doesn't like you." he explained and you never wanted this. even if it hurt that she didn't like you, you never wanted to be the type of significant other that would dictate who your boyfriend could and couldn't hang out with. "i care about you, it's only you i want at the end of the day."

"i think i need some time, baby. we're not over but i just don't know how to feel right now." you said and he nodded as he heard your words. he wanted for you to be okay and that was his priority right now, nothing else. 

"can i at least take you out for your birthday? i know minho planned something." he said as he removed the tears from your cheeks. you gave him a little smile because he was about to cry at any moment too and couldn't resist hugging him. "i'm such a cry baby when it comes to you."

"i know, i love you like this though." you mumbled and let him sob in your arms for a while as you held him. you knew in the end though that things would be okay if you worked them out together.

felix ✉

looking at the clock in the kitchen was the way you were spending your time. your birthday was almost over and there was still no felix in sight. you sighed to yourself, there were no more tears to fall, it was just you and your numbness against the world. you didn't go out and celebrate, you didn't buy a cake or a present to yourself because there was no point if you felt completely destroyed.

to others it might seem a little too much but to you it was a big deal. you wanted to talk to someone about how you felt and how it was taking a toll on you mentally but when you looked at your phone and saw that background of felix smiling and holding you close, you had to shut it off again.

"(y/n)? can you please open the door? i forgot the key." his voice said through the other side and this was beyond what you wanted. you couldn't have this conversation right now but you knew you would have to because you couldn't avoid it forever. you opened the door to be met by a very distraught looking felix, his hair was messy and he was panting like he ran a marathon all the way to your house. his eyes were glassy as he looked at you and you just let him in.

"lix i would never ask this in other circumstances but why are you here?" you asked in a low tone and it hurt felix so much to see you this way. his usually bright and sparkled eyed partner was looking down and not being able to hold their gaze to meet him. your voice sounded broken like you've been crying for hours and it was all his fault. he wouldn't blame you if you didn't forgive him this time.

"i-i had to see you. i know how much i fucked up this time and i know how you feel about her, how you've always felt and i took it for granted." he said and the more you heard the more it hurt. "but i care way more about having you than maintaining a toxic friendship with someone who didn't respect my partner and i know it might be too late, i'm sorry (y/n). not only did i miss your birthday, i missed getting to see you smile, i missed getting you the presents, i missed going out with you and the people who actually care about me and i'm so deeply sorry."

it was as if he was losing himself as he spoke, you couldn't stand seeing that. it was going to be hard getting through this and being able to be okay with felix again. this was not about getting a present or remembering a date on a calendar, it was about trust and you knew that even after all, you trusted felix with your whole life.

"lix i love you, i really do. i feel like it's all too much right now and i just wanna go to sleep but i would love to try again tomorrow. maybe take me out and we can talk?" you offered as you got close to him, grabbing his cold hands and seeing him nod. "slow steps for now baby but i know we'll get through it."

"slow steps." he repeated and looked at you, finally eye to eye. he gave you a warm smile that you adored so much and then leaned in to kiss your cheek. it never failed to make you smile as well and that's all you needed as the clock struck midnight.

seungmin ✉

waking up all alone today felt dreadful. the excitement from yesterday was all gone when you remembered how you decided to spend your birthday and as you checked your phone and there was still no sign from seungmin, you gave up. you were going to try to continue with your day and not think about your boyfriend, soohee or anything negative that could ruin your mood immediately. but when you looked at your phone again, you had almost a spam level of messages from jeongin telling you to come over.

you knew what this was about (or you hoped). a certain part of you wanted to stay away from the dorms and not think about seeing seungmin but the other part that was louder knew you had to go and give him a chance to speak. you put on your shoes and grabbed your things to head to the dorms as you thought of the conversation you were about to have with your boyfriend.

he was waiting impatiently for you to arrive and when you did, jeongin opened the door and greeted you with a hug. it broke his heart when you didn't greet him the same way or with a kiss but he knew he deserved it after all that happened yesterday. you were both standing there, waiting for the other to speak and it was really heavy on his chest the fact that it didn't feel natural like it always has.

"okay why did you make me come here? even though you didn't text, it was jeongin who did." you said breaking the silence and he felt like a coward, everything was building itself up to be the last time you two ever meet didn't it? it was killing him. he couldn't lose you, no he wouldn't lose you.

"i knew that if i texted you, you would've ignored me. that's what i felt was going to happen." he explained and he was kind of right but you still wanted him to tell you something, hearing nothing from him made you doubt everything even more. "i feel like the biggest idiot on the planet right now. not only i didn't spend your birthday with you, i just simply disappeared and i couldn't even send a message."

"well i'm glad you're realizing this now but i just wanna know seungmin if you care about this relationship. i know it might sound like i'm exaggerating but i feel so hurt by what happened that it makes me just doubt everything. i want to be with you but do you want to be with me?" you asked and seungmin wasn't one to cry at all but this ticked all the boxes to making him feel like the worst boyfriend ever. 

"i want to be with you forever (y/n). there's no one else for me and i know you're asking because of soohee. she doesn't mean anything to me like that and if you want me to cut off ties with her, i will." he said confidently even if he felt the tears building up which he wiped them away immediately. you had never seen him cry and he didn't want to look weak or like he didn't mean the things he was saying in front of you. this image of seungmin showing his emotions was new to you but it felt real and honest.

"i don't want you to do anything because i told you to or you feel like it would make me feel better, you know? i just want you to be happy minnie. i was devastated with what happened yesterday and i can't say that forgiving you is gonna be easy." you explained and he felt a sob coming through because you were just so fucking caring and he couldn't even process why you were giving him a second chance. he caught the distance by hugging you because he couldn't take the coldness anymore, he wanted to feel you close and as you held him, you knew you couldn't be far away from him either.

"i know today is not your birthday but i'll make you remember everything about this day like it was if you let me baby." he muttered in your arms and you didn't have to say anything because you trusted his word. you weren't even thinking about your birthday, just how you and him fit like puzzle pieces when you held each other like that.

jeongin ✉

as you got home, you dropped all your things on your couch and noticed immediately that jeongin's things were already there. so you weren't gonna be able to avoid him after all you thought because right now all you wanted was to go to sleep and absolutely forget about everything that you went through tonight. just thinking about the fact that your boyfriend was with someone else when he planned the reservation and also the fact that she picked up his phone for him was unforgivable.

you could hear the key at the door and then faced that way to see your boyfriend standing there with so many things that your first instinct was to help him out. you hated yourself for being so nice sometimes but it was impossible not to be kind to jeongin even if he was on thin ice right now. he looked at you and could see the mad expression you were giving him, of course he deserved it.

"(y/n)? you probably hate to see me here but we need to talk." he said and you didn't respond because you felt like crying all over again just seeing him there. you put the cake that he bought in the kitchen and the presents on the coffee table, not even glancing at them because you couldn't care less about rushed last minute gifts that went no thought into them. "please, i know you hate me right now but i can't stand us being distant to each other and not hearing your voice."

"jeongin." you said and it went through him like a knife because he wasn't used to his full name. he looked at you and saw the tears that he feared so much, he promised you so many times he wouldn't be the cause of them and here you were. "i don't even know what to say. you forgot yeah, i can't get past that and i wouldn't be so mad if you weren't hanging out with someone who hates me in every way and you let her pick up your phone! it just feels like she's more your partner than i am sometimes."

"no, not at all. i won't ever be with her and i don't want to be with her." he said looking at you and getting closer, you didn't take a step back because even if you were fuming you just wanted to be held by him. "you're the only one for me and that won't ever change even if tonight i let you down, even if you make me leave right now, i won't want anyone that's not you." 

"you just made me feel so humiliated there all alone." you said and he nodded trying to not make the mental image of you waiting for him in the restaurant but he failed to because that's all he could think about when he was coming to your apartment. "i don't know if we'll able to fix this."

"i want you. scratch that, i need you (y/n)." he begged and you knew that you needed him too. his tears were falling softly but you wiped them off because seeing him upset was a sight that drove you insane. it was a mix of emotions for you and for him right now, a roller coaster that didn't stop. he couldn't stop looking at you, he needed a sign that this could be fixed and that you would be alright but he couldn't find any.

"give me some time to think yeah? i promise nothing bad is gonna happen and i just need it to process everything." you said and it was finally settled. he was desperate to make this right again and he would but he needed to respect your decision and that's what he would do.

"can i kiss you?" he asked and you were hesitant but still nodded. his hand on your cheek as he leaned in closer to seal the end of the day with a little kiss, nothing too passionate but it was just right for that moment as he pulled away. you looked at him and hoped everything would turn out right in the end but with jeongin holding you, there were no more doubts in your mind.

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Babysitting

Zećira Mušović x Hardersson!Reader

Johanna Rytting Kaneryd x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Your mothers go out and your babysitters get stressed

Wrapped up in Morsa's blanket and Momma's old jumper, you look especially cute and snuggly.

If Zećira and Johanna ignore your red-rimmed eyes and the anxious little pitter-patter of your feet as you sit with your knees up to your chest, you would almost look peaceful.

Magda and Pernille have gone out for the night, some awards show that was just the same as all the others. But, with both of them up for an award, they couldn't use you as an excuse to get out of it.

So, that left you with your temporary babysitters.

There was a list of instructions pinned to the fridge but neither were quite sure how to look after you in the comfort of your own home.

You'd gotten whiny when your mothers left, bursting into tears and crying for a long while before you calmed yourself by wrapping Morsa's blanket around you like a cape and forcing Momma's old jumper over your head.

You're sitting on the floor now, back pressed up against the sofa with a clear view of the front door just in case it opens. You've got lego bricks surrounding you and Zećira sits opposite, helping you choose which pieces to click into place.

You're a little antsy and anxious but Johanna and Zećira keep walking on eggshells around you. Johanna in particular, walks laps around the kitchen, trying to work out what was suitable to feed a little kid.

You finish your first little flower and get up off the floor. Zećira makes an aborted movement to grab you for reasons unknown and you give her a weird look.

She looks back at you.

You blink.

She blinks.

You go to Johanna in the kitchen and tug on her trousers. "Juice, please," You say.

She looks down at you in shock, for some reason. Like she wasn't in the house where you lived.

Both she and Zećira are being weird today.

"Juice, please," You say again.

"Right! Right, yeah." She nods several times before swinging open the fridge. She grabs the carton of orange juice and goes to pour some into a glass.

You make a face.

"What?" She asks.

"That's not my juice," You say," That's Momma and Morsa's juice."

Technically, it's the family juice but you don't drink it, so you don't want to really claim it as the family juice.

"Oh! Silly me!"

She grabs the apple juice and you sigh.

"That's not my juice either," You say," I don't drink apple." That's a complete lie. You do drink apple juice but you don't really want any right now. "I drink the summer fruits."

Her throat bobs as she pours your drink. You reach for the glass but she keeps holding onto it.

"My drink," You whine.

"I'll hold it," She says nervously," Just in case you drop it. Broken glass can be dangerous, you know."

You give her a strange look. You know that. Of course, you know that. But you also know how to carry glass. You're always super safe and careful and drink from Momma and Morsa's glasses all the time.

You let her hold it though because she's got that look on her face that Momma has when you wander off. If letting Johanna hold your drink helps her to not cry then you'll let her hold it.

You sip at your drink before you return to Zećira.

"Hey, kiddo," She says as you pull Morsa's blanket tighter around your shoulders and sniff at the collar of Momma's jumper. "What do you think about dinner?"

It's a weird question but Zećira's weird sometimes so you answer.

"Dinner's cool. I prefer lunch though."

"No...No, I mean...What do you want for dinner?"

You hum for a moment, clicking a green brick on top of a brown brick. "Want Morsa's dinner." You glance at the door. "When Morsa and Momma comin' back?"

"Later," Zećira says, though she doesn't have a heart to tell you that 'later' really means 'after you're in bed'. "What do you want to eat?"

You think as you grab another brown brick. "Goldfish crackers," You answer," They're my favourite."

Zećira looks ready to start screaming or maybe crying.

"For dinner," Johanna says as she approaches," What do you want to eat for dinner?"

The word 'dinner' makes rapid connections in your head again before you give both of your babysitters a dopey smile. "Morsa makes dinner. She's the cooking boss! If Momma's good, sometimes, she gets to make the brocoli!"

"Well, they're not here right now," Zećira says," So what do you want to eat instead?"

At the reminder, you promptly burst into tears.

"Good going, idiot!" Johanna shrieks, flapping her arms about in horror as you sob and kick your little legs against the floor. "Look at her!"

"What do we do?"

You cry and shriek and pull Morsa's blanket over your head to hide. You feel better in your self-made tent, hidden away from Zećira and Johanna. It's better in here and you breathe in and out deeply like Momma does sometimes when she wants to calm down.

It takes a while but eventually you peak your head out, like a little tortoise.

"Hey," Johanna says softly," Sorry Zećira made you upset. Um...I heard that you like McDonald's? How about we just order in? We don't have to cook."

Your Momma and Morsa never let you have McDonald's. Never ever. You should really tell Johanna this.

"McDonald's! Yay!"

●～●～●～●～

There's no more accidents or crying for the rest of the night. You're content wrapped up tightly in your Morsa's blanket, wearing your Momma's jumper, sitting on the floor with your lego bricks and your McDonald's.

You munch on your fries, your fingers all greasy. Zećira is still sitting opposite you and Johanna is on the sofa, her legs bracketing your body.

You know that you're tired because your legos are no longer interesting and the room is feeling a little too-warm to be awake in. You yawn wide, rubbing at your eyes before blinking to get the sleep out of them.

"Are you tired?" Zećira asks and you shake your head.

You glance at the door. You know what adults are like. If you tell Zećira you're tired then she and Johanna will make you go to bed and you don't want to go to bed without seeing Momma and Morsa.

"I think you are."

You give her your best-Morsa glare. "No! I'm not!"

Johanna laughs. "Alright," She says," You're not tired but I'm going to need a cuddle buddy as we watch a movie. Do you think you're up for that?"

You think about it as Zećira clears away the food and puts your legos back in their special container. The lights in the room are pretty dim and it's still too-warm to be awake. Momma sometimes makes the room like this when she wants you to sleep but you don't really think Zećira and Johanna are smart enough to do that.

So, you nod and clamber up into Johanna's lap.

It starts off easy enough, just sitting on her. But then, she's turning you slightly in her arms, cradling you like Morsa does sometimes. You wiggle a little bit, trying to get comfortable because Johanna's grip isn't quite as sure as Morsa's.

Zećira returns from a phone call she took a few minutes ago. She flicks the light fully off until the only way you can see them is the flickering of the tv screen.

Your eyes droop a little bit as the movie plays. It's animated and in Swedish instead of English so usually you'd happily watch it but you let your eyes slide shut.

As long as you focus on listening, then you're sure that you'd be awake for when Momma and Morsa get home.

●～●～●～●～

Pernille opens the door slowly, trying not to make much noise.

Magda's holding her head, smiling wide as they step into the house.

The lights are off but Pernille isn't worried. She already kind of knew that she would find Johanna and Zećira asleep on the sofa. It was fine so long as they woke up if you had a nightmare or got out of bed. It wasn't like Pernille and Magda were up at all hours watching you as you slept.

Magda flicks the light off. "Alright you two-" Her voice is loud and she stops talking immediately when she spies what's going on.

Zećira has her neck leaned back uncomfortably on the back of the sofa, snoring softly with her mouth open. Johanna is asleep too though in a much more comfortable looking position.

You're cradled on her chest, wrapped up snugly in Magda's blanket with Pernille's jumper just peeking out from underneath.

"They were meant to put her to bed," Pernille says with a hint of amusement in her tone.

"We both knew they were never actually going to get her to bed," Magda replies," That's our job."

Pernille smiles and lifts you out of Johanna's arms without waking her. It wakes you though and your sleepy eyes crack open. You smile dopily at her.

"Hi, Momma," You slur," Hi, Morsa."

"Hi, princesse," Momma says, shifting you in her arms so you can rest your head on her shoulder.

"You look so snuggly," Morsa says, stroking your hair," Did you have a good time with Zećira and Johanna?"

You hum in affirmation. "We did lego," You say as Momma walks you up into your room," And we ate dinner and..." You yawn. "We watched a film."

"Oh, yeah?"

Momma tucks you into bed and presses a kiss to your nose.

"Was fun," You say, still heavy with sleep and both of your mothers know that you won't even remember this interaction in the morning.

"I'm glad," Morsa says. She gives you a kiss on the nose like Momma does.

"Night-night, Momma and Morsa," You say, grabbing at your duvet and turning on your side.

"Good night, princesse."

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[diaryengene]

୨୧ Your makeup did not turn out as expected. ୨୧

Enhypen maknae line reaction.

Enhypen x reader.

𝜗𝜚．．．pairing: Jungwon!bf ; Ni-ki!bf ; Sunoo!bf x reader!gf 𝜗𝜚．．． contains: kissing, Princess treatment, attention.

=͟͟͞⋆ ࣪.⠀Yang Jungwon ( 양정원 ) ᵎᵎ ⠀

You had spent most of the afternoon watching tutorials on TikTok about how to put on makeup. A particular makeup caught your attention so you set out to do it!

“douyin makeup” - you told your boyfriend jungwon, who had barely understood what you told him. He only saw how you passed several makeup brushes over your eyes, how every time you finished something you quickly took your phone and watched the video repetitively and copied exactly everything that was shown in that video tutorial. He looked like a confused kitten looking at his owner.

Once the makeup was finished, you quickly grabbed a mirror to see the result, which you didn't like at all. Your face was very red due to excess blush, the eyeliner on your eyes looked crooked and you didn't like how your poorly painted lips looked. you tossed the mirror to the side and made a disgusted face at your makeup.

"Are you done, love?" — Jungwon spoke, appearing in the room. — "Don't look at me, I look horrible!" you said covering your face.

"what?" he asked.

He quickly walked over to you and gently removed your hands from your face so he could see you better. — "What are you saying? You look beautiful" — he smiled and approached you to see your face better.

"You lie" - you reproached, looking to the side angrily. He shook his head and smiled. —"You look beautiful, even if you think your makeup didn't turn out well, even if you take it off, you will still look beautiful to me."—he clarified and then kissed you on the tip of your nose in a tender way.

=͟͟͞⋆ ࣪. Nishimura Riki ( 西村リキ ) ᵎᵎ ⠀

You invited your boyfriend to go to the movies which he accepted. it had been a while since you had last gone out on a date somewhere since he was mostly at work, so you decided to dress up a little more than you usually do.

You had chosen a nice outfit that you planned to complement with your makeup, which, however, didn't turn out the way you wanted it to. you were frustrated and about to cry because you knew that at any moment Ni-ki would arrive to pick you up and go to the movies.

it didn't take long for the tears to appear. You had spent half an hour trying to redo your makeup but it only seemed to get worse making you even more depressed.

"y/n?"- oh, no. ni-ki was already here.- why aren't you ready? what are you doing on the floor? - Ni-ki started asking you questions that only made you cry even more. She put her jacket aside and walked over to you, getting down to your level and started wiping your tears with her hands.

"Honey, what's wrong, why are you crying?"-he asked in a concerned tone.

"m-my makeup"- you managed to say while crying into your boyfriend's hands.

"What's wrong with your makeup? You look so pretty."

"Liar! I look awful." - You reproached angrily. Ni-ki laughed a little at your state but immediately removed his smile when he saw your angry expression.- You look beautiful, love. i mean it. my girlfriend is too perfect even if her makeup looks horrible!- he spoke proudly while nodding his head. his way of talking made it seem like he was joking. but he wasn't joking, he just wanted to make you smile, which you understood.

"You're a fool"- you looked at him angrily and then smiled a little and hugged your boyfriend.

That night you both opted to stay at home and watch a movie from the couch.

=͟͟͞⋆ ࣪. kim seonwoo ( 김선우 ) ᵎᵎ ⠀

After a long day of looking at beautiful girls with their perfect makeup and perfect outfits on Pinterest and wondering why you couldn't look like that, you decided to try to look like those gorgeous girls on the internet.

Your self-esteem lately wasn't the best. You knew your boyfriend would always be there for you and love you just the way you are, but still, the thought of not being pretty enough to be with him was on your mind.

You knew Sunoo would be here in a few minutes, so you wanted to look beautiful for him. you grabbed what little makeup you had and started applying it!

as you did so, a thousand scenarios formed in your head where your boyfriend saw how beautiful you looked and complimented you on your extraordinary makeup. you felt like you could finally look pretty enough for him and that made you excited.

Although... you didn't look it. You didn't manage to look pretty, you couldn't even get your makeup right.

You ran to the bathroom and washed your face, rubbing it several times with your hands as your tears fell and you saw your reflection in the mirror. With your eyes red from crying, your lipstick and mascara smudged and your clothes wet, you certainly felt terrible.

"Princess I'm here" - shit.... Sunoo arrived. Seeing you like this in the bathroom, he ran to you and turned you around to look you in the face - "What happened honey, are you ok, did something happen to you?" he asked totally worried and agitated. - he asked totally worried and agitated.

"I'm so ugly," you said in a whisper, dropping your forehead on Sunoo's chest, who immediately wrapped his arms around you and started stroking your hair.

"My God, what are you talking about, who said you're horrible, huh, whoever told you that will deal with me!". - He said as he cradled your face in his hands.

"I..." - You whispered as your tears fell down your cheeks.

Sunoo swallowed saliva and shook his head at what you said.

"You're not horrible, don't say that. Otherwise, you would be insulting what I love most in my life and that hurts me. do you understand?". - he gently squeezed your cheeks. "now repeat after me: I'm beautiful and my boyfriend loves me very much" - she smiled and you just stared at her without saying anything. - "what are you waiting for?"

...

Sunoo literally spent the whole day hugging, kissing and caressing you. She didn't go more than five minutes without telling you how beautiful you looked and how much she loved you. Plus, he treated you to mint chocolate chip ice cream!

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[sunflowersandsapphires]

If the Sun Starts Setting

Of Oak and Ivy, Chapter 7

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pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader 

summary: In college, Matt Murdock had two best friends, Foggy Nelson and you. However, life had no intention of letting you graduate with him. When he reconnects with you in adulthood, he is troubled to see the hand God has dealt you and vows to use every tool at his disposal to save you from damnation.

warnings: Swearing, family drama, characters celebrating Christmas, mom with terminal illness, crying mentions

a/n: Sorry to post this so late everyone! I have had the WORST brain fog today. I hope you enjoy! As always, comments and reblogs fuel me!

After just one semester of law school, the drive between suburban Connecticut and the Columbia campus was one you were becoming well-acquainted with. It wasn’t unbearably long, nor flooded with traffic on a dark Sunday evening. Headlights of oncoming vehicles painted swatches of light against the navy sky, a semi-urban work of art unlike anything you’d enjoyed before. Usually, it was a sight you took the time to admire. However, this particular evening you were unable to focus on anything but the tinny voice bubbling out of your phone’s speaker. 

Gritting your teeth and rolling your eyes to the heavens, you cursed the universe for a moment, tuning out the man on the other end of the line while you did so.

The sharp call of your name across the speakers regained your attention. ”Are you listening to me?“

Your father's inflection was grating on the best days. After three weeks spent waiting on him and your two ungrateful siblings while they preached about the importance of family during the holidays, you were ready to scream with every word he spat at you. The two hour drive back to campus was supposed to be the growing light at the end of the tunnel. Instead, you'd spent the last third of it arguing with your father about healthcare charges.

”Yes, I'm listening.“ ‘Unlike some of us’, you thought to yourself. ”As I said, that charge was for her brief hospital stay over Thanksgiving. I've already paid it and it might take a week or two to reflect—“

”This is a debt collection notice, hun. That means they didn't receive the payment yet. Which means they'll be coming after me when your mom inevitably cannot pay.“

Contemplating banging your head against your steering wheel just to remove the memory of this conversation, a flash of movement across the parking lot caught your eye. Expression softening, you almost sobbed in relief when you caught the two beaming expressions of your friends waving from the exterior door. Unfortunately, your father wasn't quite done arguing with you.

”Dad, I understand you don't want to be on the hook for this—“ ‘Not like you would be anyway.’

”I most certainly do not.“ He interrupted. Once again ignoring his rambling, you snatched your backpack and exited your car, slamming the door with a bit more force than usual.

”Dad, just forget about it, ok? I'll deal with it, just—“

”Well, clearly you won't deal with it in a timely fashion, which is why I'm calling...“ ‘Was he trying to kill you? It sure felt like it.’

”Ok, well I just got back to school so I need to go now.“ You tried to nudge him into polite farewells as you practically sprinted across the pavement towards your friends. As expected, he didn't take kindly to being rushed off the phone.

”Of course you do,“ He laughed incredulously. ”You know, this is your mother's livelihood we are discussing. It wouldn't kill you to be a bit more compassionate.“ ‘You're one to talk asshole.’

”You're right. I'll try to work on that this semester,“ You remarked drily. ”Gonna go inside now. Bye.“

Not bothering to listen to the screaming that answered your callous goodbye, you hung up, breaking into a strained smile as you greeted your boys. ”Why hello there, strangers.“

As if he didn't just witness you walk literally and figuratively closer to a breakdown, Foggy squealed, nearly taking you to the pavement in a tackling hug. “Welcome back, bug!”

“Christ, Fog, you're gonna crush her.” Matt laughed, hearing you grunt as you fumbled to stay upright with Foggy coiled around you like a boa constrictor.

“I missed you too, Fog.” You murmured, tears welling in your eyes at the sensation of being embraced.

You had missed them. Deeply and almost pathetically. After an entire semester at each other's sides, the few weeks in your hometown for Christmas had felt like an eternity.

After Matt and Foggy had been struck with the campus flu, the rest of the semester passed in a whirlwind. The two clingy boys had unsurprisingly infected you, meaning you were unfortunately sick for Thanksgiving and had to remain on campus to avoid passing the virus on to your immunosuppressed mother. Matt had been incredibly apologetic, and plagued with his typical Catholic guilt, so he'd stayed with you while Foggy returned to Hell's Kitchen for Turkey Day.

The next few weeks were spent cramming for finals and, eventually, celebrating the end of your first semester at Columbia—which you had all, amazingly, passed. Leaving for the lengthier winter break had been an abrupt end to the joy you felt over your grades, however.

You returned to New Haven a day earlier than expected to sit in the local hospital's oncology ward with your mother. While you were ill over Thanksgiving, she'd had a recurrence of stage 3 pancreatic cancer, which meant more frequent trips to see her doctor as well as numerous bills that neither of you could afford. Because of her declining health, your father and siblings had come to Connecticut for Christmas. The extra company meant that your holidays–which were meant to be a time for recuperation following a strenuous first semester–had been frustrating to the point of tears. Which, embarrassingly enough, Matt had been burdened with when you called him to complain.

The two of you called multiple times a week, exchanging stories and annoyances just like you did when you were living within a few blocks from each other. But it didn't stop you from missing him and Foggy fiercely for 24 excruciating days.

Swallowing a lump of pent up emotion, you huffed out a shaky exhale, your breath clouding in the frigid winter air. “Ok, Fog. You know I love you, but it's cold as fuck out here.”

“Right! Sorry.” Foggy withdrew from the embrace, blushing furiously as he scratched at the back of his neck.

Immediately replacing Foggy in front of you, Matt took a chance to hug you quickly before pulling you inside. “Glad you're finally here, I thought Nelson here was going to combust.”

Letting Matt usher you inside, you heard Foggy's baffled scoff. “Do I look like a patient man to you, Murdock?”

Matt smirked, “How would I know?”

You and Foggy both groaned loudly, looking to each other for support as Matt cackled. “C'mon, you set that one up perfectly. What's a guy to do?”

“You should've heard him over break, bug. He was driving my poor mother towards a stroke, I swear.” Foggy shook his head in feigned irritation.

“Oh please, she loved me.” Matt shoved his roommate, nearly bowling the three of you down the staircase as you trudged toward their room.

“I bet she did.” You snorted, “You probably dialed the charm up to 11.”

“Try 15.” Foggy remarked, unlocking the door and shoving it open.

Ignoring the jab, Matt held out a hand for your bag, allowing you to slip out of your coat and shoes.

“Who were you on the phone with?” His question was meant to open the can of worms in a structured way, rather than answer his own burning question. He’d bet dollars to donuts that it was–

“My father.” Came your fatigued response, confirming his suspicions. Your words were tinged with a bitterness that he’d expected, but they held a deeper upset thinly veiled by your exhaustion.  

“Is everything ok?” Foggy asked quietly, his brow pinching with worry as he studied the bags under your eyes. The blond was less informed on the hell you’d been put through over the last month or so, only picking up bits and pieces if Matt relayed them.

With a groan, you collapsed unceremoniously onto Matt’s bed beside him, leaning heavily into him as one of his arms fell across your shoulders. “Of course, it’s just…it wasn’t the pleasant send off I was hoping for.”

Your pulse jumped when you spoke, steadying out as you reached the end of your sentence. Matt already knew that things weren’t “ok” with your mom or your home life in general, but he blinked in surprise to hear the disappointment that coated your words as you referenced your father’s curt goodbye. Making a note to bring that up when you seemed more inclined to be vulnerable, he rubbed a palm over your arm in a comforting gesture.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I wish it had been better.”

Huffing a tiny laugh, you let your head fall against his shoulder. “Me too. How were your holidays?”

“Pleasant.” Matt murmured at the same time Foggy clapped his hands together.

“Fantastic! I forced Matt to watch all of the Star Wars movies with me and we ate our weight in cookies.” The long-haired boy explained with genuine enthusiasm. As he began to recount the escapades from the annual Nelson holiday party, your eyes flicked upwards to look at Matt, whose arm was still moving slowly across your shoulder and back as he caressed your sleeve. His eyes were trained forward, but a muscle in his jaw twitched as you focused on him, so you had a sneaking suspicion that neither of you were listening to Foggy’s story. You’d forgotten how well he could read you, until he gave you the option to pretend everything was fine with your dad.

He knew it wasn’t, and you did too. And maybe shoving that shit deep down and pretending it didn’t exist wasn’t a healthy way of handling it, but if you met Foggy’s worried gaze right now it would make you cry, which you were not prepared for. So, whether it was a wonderful coincidence or Matt could truly read you like a picture book, you were thankful for his deflection.

Smiling softly, you looked back to Foggy, listening to him talk about his drunk aunts fawning over Matt and feeling the thick tension bleed out of your shoulders.

Eventually, Foggy took a deep breath, slapping a hand to his forehead. “Woah, head rush!”

Matt chuckled, “You didn’t even stand up, buddy. You ok over there?”

“Yah, I’m fine! Just excited!” Foggy waved a hand, unfazed.

“And I can’t wait to hear about everything, Fog. But maybe we should take a break for presents?”

“Presents?” Foggy’s eyes widened along with his grin, his behavior as animated as a child’s at the mention of gifts. “Why didn’t you lead with that?”

You laughed, prying yourself out of Matt’s secure grip and opening your bag. Tossing two wrapped bundles across the room and onto Foggy’s bed, you set the other two in Matt’s lap.

“Merry Christmas, my lovely Musketeers!” You giggled as Foggy mime-fenced toward you. As soon as the blond was finished beating you in the imaginary sword fight, he eagerly tore into the glittery wrapping paper. Next to you, Matt looked much more apprehensive about the packages in his lap.

“Go on, Matty. Open them!” You encouraged, bumping his shoulder with your own.

“But we don’t have anything for you,” Matt’s lips curled into a pout, looking like a sulking kitten as he trailed a single finger along the crisp edge of the parcel nearest to his hand.

You rolled your eyes fondly. The poor kid had a strong enough sense of justice for the whole campus. ”Matty, we're in college. And I'm the only one with a job. I didn't expect you to get me anything.“

”But—“ Matt argued, but you cut him off with a laugh.

”No more buts! I got these presents for you because I wanted to, not because I thought I’d receive something in return. Please open them?“ Though he couldn't see your face, you batted your lashes and widened your eyes, hoping he could sense the pleading expression.

With a frown, he nodded once, carefully peeling the tape from the paper as if the task required surgical precision. Grinding his teeth as the paper crinkled raucously, he slid the first gift out of its casing carefully, as if he was expecting it to shock him if he moved too quickly. Withdrawing a lump of the softest material he'd ever felt, he ran a thumb over it, trying to decipher what it was. The strip of wool was composed of thick braided stitches, promising to retain warmth in even the most bitter winter weather.

”A scarf?“ He asked, his lips pursed into a small, surprised oval. A rosy blush dusted the tops of his cheeks.

”Yes! I made one for you and one for Foggy. Except yours is a deep red and his is orange.” You spoke softly, smiling over to where the longer-haired boy was wrapping the length of yarn around his neck triumphantly.

“Our favorite colors.” Matt murmured, his fingers still tracing the fuzzy stitching. “You remembered?“

”Of course I did, trouble. That's important information. I'd be a fool to let it slip through the cracks.“ You hoped the joke would make him laugh, but he continued to stare blankly at the scarf as if it was an animal that had just died in his arms. ”If you don't like it, I can take it back, and donate it or something–“

”No!“ Matt looked up, horrified, clutching the scarf to his chest. ”No, I love it. I just...“

Turning his face back to his lap, he licked his lips before continuing. ”I've never gotten something like this before. I don't know what to say, is all.“

”No need to say anything, bub. I'm glad you like it.“ You rubbed your palm over his arm, mirroring his actions from just a moment ago.

Still focused on his own gifts, Foggy's excited screech startled both you and Matt. ”NO WAY!“

Turning to you with a dropped jaw, Foggy shook his head. ”There is no way you got this.“

”What is it, buddy?“ Matt asked, his lips curled into a soft smile as he heard Foggy open a hardcover book eagerly.

”A first edition of The Fellowship of the Ring!“ Foggy was practically giddy, bouncing on the balls of his feet as he rifled through the pages. ”How did you even get this?“

Grinning at him, you giggled. ”My mom has a friend with an extensive book collection and asked where we could find one. Turns out, the friend had one of her own and was willing to part with it for next to nothing. Guess she owed my mom a favor.”

Diving across the room to crush you in another hug, Foggy kissed the top of your head. “Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!”

Laughing brightly, you struggled to shove your friend off of you. When he was this worked up, Foggy had the tenacity of an overexcited golden retriever. As usual, Matt helped release you from his clutches. ”You're welcome, Fog. I wanted to get you a nice copy since you lost the one you brought to school.”

“I'd say you accomplished that, my lovely jitterbug.” Foggy ruffled your hair, retreating to his bed and launching himself onto the mattress–the rusted springs creaking in protest.

Giggling at him, you turned back to Matt. “Alright, Murdock. Your turn, again. After this, I promise never to put you through this torture again. Until next year.”

Matt groaned in response, snatching the second gift with more vigor. “Let's get this over with.”

Approaching the gift with the same systematic tactic as the first, he slid the paper off of the box without a single tear. Setting the wrapping aside, he opened the cardboard package and pulled out his real gift.

“Ok so, I'm not sure how helpful these will be,” You warned, fidgeting with your hands as he ran his fingers along the band connecting the ear pieces. “But, they're, um, noise-canceling headphones?”

Matt's breath caught in his throat. He was overwhelmed with guilt and affection and surprise at the present, all words of gratitude pulled back down to his vocal chords as he focused solely on not bursting into tears.

Over the past few weeks, the Nelsons had been kind enough to invite him to stay and celebrate with them. He was flattered, and so thankful, but he wasn't used to so many...people. During a few of your phone calls over the break, he'd mentioned that the excessive stimuli, mainly noise, had been getting to him and giving him headaches. And rather than chastising him for being ungrateful, you'd listened and sympathized with him over the phone, ultimately buying him a solution to the issue with your own money.

Sure, there was no guarantee that these would work for his heightened senses, but you didn't know that. And the idea that you were willing to go to such immense lengths to ensure his comfort...it was evidence of a love he hadn't experienced in a decade.

“Are you ok? Did I do something wrong?” Your worried murmur broke his train of thought.

“No,” He choked out. ”No, they're perfect. So is the scarf. Thank you, bug.“

”Of course. Merry Christmas, Matt.“ You kissed his cheek gently and he felt a flush crawling up his neck. Wrapping an arm around you, he tucked you close to his chest, hand cradling the back of your neck.

”Merry Christmas, sweetheart.“

The two of you sat there in silence, holding each other close for a minute before your phone rang. Sighing deeply, you rested your head against Matt's shoulder as you fumbled for your phone. Thankfully, the screen displayed your mom's contact information, not your father.

“Sorry, trouble. I have to take this.“ You squeezed his arm, pulling out of his embrace and stretching as you stood. ”I'll be right back. Hopefully.“

Smiling at your near-groan, Matt jerked his chin towards the door. ”We'll be here.“

Slipping into the hallway, you lowered your voice. ”Hey mama, everything ok?“

”Hey baby, everything's fine, just had a couple questions for you about bills.“ Her sweet voice was strained and you could practically see her flicking her gaze to meet your father's, his metaphorical gun to her head as she made the call.

”Ok,“ You ground out, trying not to snap at her when she wasn't the reason you were frustrated. ”Um, what questions did you have?”

“You did pay the one from November?” She asked, predictably.

“I did. It'll reflect soon and Dad has nothing to worry about. The bill is attached to our names, not his. That's why Collections isn't writing to him.“ You explained as calmly as you could, knowing that she was aware of this already, but probably had you on speakerphone. ”Was that all?“

”Not exactly.“ Her tone shifted, pitching lower and sounding almost embarrassed. A crackle rippled over the line and suddenly your father's gruff voice replaced the one you adored.

“You need to come home next weekend to help your mom with the next round of billing. I've run out of time off and can no longer assist.” He commanded, the ‘compassion’ he held for her livelihood nowhere to be found.

‘Oh because you were so helpful this month when you were ordering us around.’  You griped internally. “What round of billing? The one from Thanksgiving–”

“Was four appointments ago. These things aren't free, you know. They’re wanting us to pay for them.”

Both you and your bank account were intimately familiar with the steep cost of her treatment. Inhaling deeply, you paced a few steps from Matt and Foggy's room. “I know they aren't free. We signed her up for a payment plan two weeks ago that offers a deferral–”

“She was denied.” His laconic answer made your spirits plummet as time came to a halt. Your pounding heart froze in place, dread creeping up your spine. 

“What?” On the off chance that he was being unintentionally misleading, you needed to clarify.

Your mother's apologetic voice came over the line once again. ”I wasn't accepted into the financial assistance program, baby. But, it's ok! I can pick up more shifts–“

”No!” You exclaimed, the shrill edge of your cry echoing down the hallway. You tried again, digging your nails into the flesh of your palm as you fought to keep your voice steady.

“Don't...you don't need to do that mama. I don't want you to overwork yourself. I'll come home on Friday and we can talk about options, ok?“ You bargained, running through your work schedule in your head to create a plan.

”Are you sure, honey? Won't you be busy getting a head start on the semester?“ 

Blinking back tears at her obvious care for you, you cleared your throat before answering. “It’s alright, mama. It’s just syllabus week, I’m sure I’ll have time to come home and sort things out.”

“She’ll make time.” Your father’s promise was more for your mom than you, but it felt like a swift kick to the gut all the same. 

Because you would make time. You had to. No one else would. You were your mom’s last line of defense. Prioritizing yourself and failing to be there for her wasn’t an option you had. The emotional burden you were carrying felt impossibly heavy, as if there was a line of anvils across your shoulders and chest, slowly forcing the oxygen out of your lungs until you perished. 

“Of course I will. I’ll see you this weekend, mama. Love you.” You choked out, slapping a palm over your mouth before you broke. 

“I love you too, baby. Have a good week at school!” You could picture her tired smile as she wished you a proper goodbye, the image cracking your composure. 

You hung up before the first tear rolled down your cheek. Dropping your face into your hands, you bit your lip to stifle a sob, letting the tears flow silently instead. Falling back against the wall behind you, you let your legs give out as you collapsed to the disgusting dorm hallway carpet. 

The blood rushing in your ears drowned out the noises drifting through the thin walls, an urge to scream churned in your chest. Ugly, rage filled sobs were barreling up your throat, desperately trying to claw their way out, to make your pain known. Hunching over your knees in a pitiful crouch, you shielded your face with your arms, preventing any passersby from seeing your much-needed meltdown. 

Choking out a breath around another half-smothered sob, you nearly screamed when a warm hand landed on your shoulder. Looking up frantically, the outburst downgraded to a strangled whine when you saw Matt’s furrowed brow directed at you. 

Wordlessly, he sank down beside you, opening his arms with a frown. Throwing yourself into his embrace, you couldn’t help the hideous sounds that escaped you as he enveloped you in his muscular arms with ease. Tucking your head under his chin, you shook violently against his chest as you bawled. 

“I can’t do this, Matt. I can’t–” You gasped out, your breath stuttering as you wept forcefully into his shoulder. 

Shushing you gently, he rubbed circles into your back with his large hand.

Whimpering at the touch, you wiped at your tear-streaked face furiously. “”I’m barely an adult. How am I supposed to do this?” Your voice shattered around the words, throat constricting with anguish.

“I don’t know,” Matt cooed, stroking a fresh pair of tears away from your skin with his thumbs. “But I’ve got you, sweetheart. We’ll get through it together.” 

Burying your face into his neck miserably, you shuddered with distaste. “I can’t ask that of you.”

“You don’t have to ask.” He whispered gravely, pressing a kiss to your crown. 

With that promise, your brain seemed to shut off. Your tears gradually slowed to a halt, leaving you dazed and exhausted in Matt’s lap. Heaving out a shaky exhale, you closed your eyes, letting his soft touches wash over you like the tides. Kissing your forehead tenderly, Matt cupped your cheek. 

“Why don’t we go sit somewhere softer than this shitty floor, hmm?” His small question was meant to make you laugh, but your fatigue had chased away every other emotion. 

Nodding softly, you let Matt pull you from the ground and back into his room, welcoming the darkness after the harsh fluorescent lighting of the hallway. Sliding off his glasses and placing them on his nightstand, he guided you to Foggy’s bed. The blond frowned at you, setting his book aside. 

“You ok, bug?” He asked, sitting up to inspect your puffy eyes.

Shaking your head tiredly, you crawled onto his mattress and let him wrap you in a hug. Matt, with an impressive amount of agility, somehow leapt onto the bed behind you, snaking his arms around your middle so that you were sandwiched between him and his roommate. You listened to their steady breathing, letting the sound lull you into a more peaceful state of mind. 

Tangling his fingers with yours, Matt’s lips scratched over the back of your head. “Fog, think you could read some of your book for us?”

“Uh, yah totally.” Foggy pouted, gaze still lingering on your drained face. “Let me just find my page.”

The combination of your worn-out consciousness and the comforting presence of your two best friends was dangerous. Your eyes fluttered shut and you could feel yourself drifting off. 

As if reading your thoughts, Matt kissed your hair. “Go on, sweetheart. We’ve got you.”

Squeezing his fingers, you stopped fighting the darkness pulling at the edges of your vision, drifting off into a dreamless sleep. 

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[d-dixonimagines]

would love if u did the “can you walk” prompt with Daryl, maybe reader being the one hurt? u write him so perfectly 🤭💕 thank u!!

Absolutely! And thank you!! I love writing for him so I try to get it as close as I can! ^_^

Prompt: "Can you walk?"

For some reason the day was just not agreeing with you. From the moment you woke up, everything just seemed to work against you. It had gotten to a ridiculous point where you considered going back to bed and seeing if it would reverse something, but unfortunately there was just too much that needed to be done.

Towards the end of the day, you and a small group of people went on a short run to see what kind of food or items were left lying around in near by stores and other buildings. It had been blazing hot for the majority of the day and there was finally a cool enough breeze to actually enjoy the walk.

Daryl had been keeping a close eye on you all day as well, but mostly every time you managed to catch his gaze, he was smiling and smirking and putting very little effort into hiding his amused expressions as he witnessed you dealing with all of your unfortunate luck. It just prompted you to glare at him in response, which only amused him more.

Daryl was something else. He was usually the quiet loner one who preferred his space and isolation. He didn't seem to like people very much, and secretly that was something that you potentially had in common. You could tolerate them and you were nice and kind and welcoming, but you just didn't go out of your way to approach others unless it was a task or something you really needed.

There weren't too many people who didn't bug you, and Daryl was no exception! Sometimes he had moments where he was like the obnoxious friend your siblings hung out with and would do annoying things to try and get your attention because maybe they had a crush and didn't know how to deal with it, or maybe they were just generally obnoxious.

Daryl was less obvious about his teasing. He would just make sarcastic comments or some face or even participate in small pranks, though those didn't happen too frequently.

Once you and your group arrived at the third stop, you all rested for a bit outside. There wasn't too much of a rush to get back, and it had been a bit of a climb so you all took a moment to catch your breath. Daryl and a couple of the others rested against the window of the building while you stayed standing, swatting your arm to try and warn off some kind of bug that had been targeting you for the past three minutes.

The incessant buzzing was starting to get on your nerves, and it didn't help the fact that you hated bugs with a passion. You had gotten better at tolerating them, but you still wanted nothing to do with them. But this one particular bug, some giant beetle just wouldn't leave you alone. You moved from your spot and swung your arm again, making contact with it with the back of your hand.

Daryl sat there watching you fight for your life against this bug, trying a bit harder to hide his amused expression this time. If the guy ever laughed, you were sure you'd be hearing him laughing until his face was blue. The beetle came back once more, buzzing past your ear and causing you to let out a frustrated cry as you smacked at the side of your face to get it away from you.

"Can we go inside now? I'm so tired of this bullshit!" You spoke out in irritation, making your way inside regardless if they were ready or not. It didn't take long for them to follow. You each went down the different isles to see if there was anything salvageable.

Scanning the shelves as best as you could, you took a second glance at a hidden treasure that was tucked away on a top shelf. Chocolate was a rare delicacy these days, and you weren't going to risk the chance of passing it up. The chances of it already being gone was pretty high, but you were holding on to the slim chance of getting lucky.

The box was just out of your reach, and no matter how hard you tried, they were still out of your reach. "Screw it.." you mumbled to yourself, gripping onto the shelves and getting ready to climb up them to get it. "I wouldn't do that." You heard Daryl's voice. "It'll only take two seconds.." You insisted, continuing on with your mission to retrieve the chocolate. You stepped onto the lower shelf and gripped one of the higher ones, getting ready to hoist yourself up.

With one quick motion, you lunged up a bit and reached for the box, sliding it forward until you were able to get a grip on it. As you gripped the box, you managed to lose your hold on the shelf and stumbled backwards, most of your weight landing on your ankles as you tried to catch yourself to avoid any serious injury and landing back on the hard floor.

Everything happened too quickly for Daryl to react fast enough to catch you, but was able to make sure that none of the shelves toppled over on top of you. You let your head fall back onto the floor with a sigh of relief that it didn't end much worse than it did. "If you're going to say 'I told you so', just don't." You spoke before he had a chance to say anything.

"Wasn't gonna say that.." He was quickly by your side, taking in your state and making sure there wasn't any visible injuries that needed to be tended to. "Can you walk?" There was only minor shooting pains charging through your body. Your ankles throbbed slightly but you didn't think it was anything serious. "I think so. Can't guarantee about tomorrow, though."

Daryl shook his head and held his hand out, leaning forward to help you up. Moving slowly, you got to your feet, assessing the situation further. You would definitely come out of that nice and bruised up, but also very chocolate happy. "Was it worth it?" "Mhm!" You smiled proudly, showing him the chocolate bar. "You're insane." He smirked softly before turning around and heading out of the isle. "You say that now, but you're going to be jealous watching me eat this later."

The rest of the store was pretty much empty, with only a couple other finds, so they decided to call it and head back to camp. You had a slight limp, but you didn't care. With the day that you had, you counted this as a huge victory!

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[therottenkingsreckoning]

Right, we're actually doing this.

I'm super nervous posting something like this, but with the encouragement of friends I feel ready to share with y'all the first chapter of this Franklydear mpreg fluff-fic I've been writing! Might post more chapters if reception to this one turns out to be good, but for now, have this!

~Little Flame, Chapter 1~

It began on a day like any other. That's when Frank first began to notice it anyway. He woke slowly, morning light streaming in from a crack in the blinds directly into his face. Combined with the strange coiling pain inside their gut, it made being awake on this particular morning rather unpleasant. Sensing his lover's stirring, Eddie tried to pull them close, but the same awful pain made Frank pull away.

Of course, that definitely woke the man up. Frank was never one to refuse the morning cuddles of his husband, in fact he cherished them more than anything else. "You feeling alright love?" Eddie asked, the rumble of sleep mixed with gentle and loving concern in his voice.

"Mm, s-sorry dear, " Frank said, sitting up and gently rubbing the sore spot in his stomach. "I feel a little nauseous right now. Don't know why."

"Nauseous?" Eddie was wide awake now, sitting up himself and looking worriedly at his partner. "Was it something you ate maybe? I hope my cooking's not that bad." The last line was added with a dry and awkward chuckle, clearly hoping to lighten the mood they'd woken up to a little bit.

"No! No, those were delicious," Frank assured him quickly, thinking back to the tacos his husband had made last night. Eddie really was an excellent cook, though the stress of his job often left him with little energy for such things. It was a treat to be enjoyed whenever he did have time to cook. Unfortunately for Frank though, thinking about food at the moment was a bad idea.

With a surge and squeeze of their insides, Frank was sent leaping off the bed, rushing into the bathroom just in time to throw up in the sink. Staring weakly up at his reflection, a sorry sight met them- bleary eyed, hair still in tangles, mouth wet with drool and leftover puke. What did Eddie even find appealing about such a wreck? Why would anyone look at this and not want to vomit themselves?

The pain had begun to subside, fading into a dullish ache in his lower gut, but they still inexplicably felt like he wanted to cry. What was with them right now? Pushing the irrational feelings down for the moment, he turned just in time to see the sheepish face of Eddie poking through the bathroom door. "Now I know that ain't right," he said with genuine worry. "You're clearly sick Frankie, I really hope it wasn't me that caused it."

That got the floodgates open on Frank's emotions. How much he loved and was loved by this man! Such simple gestures of care might as well have been heroic acts in their mind right now, and he almost reached to embrace and kiss him. But then, remembering the taste of bile on his lips, they turned back to brush their teeth quickly, a toothbrush-munching smile thrown his way around the drying tears.

"If's pr'lly jus' flu," Frank said.

Eddie was clearly not yet convinced (and more than little bit confused by this point) but some more gentle reassurance convinced him to leave it be for the moment. It probably was just a case of the flu, it was the right season for it.

Once they'd finally shooed the man off on his work route with promises to rest and recover, Frank fell onto the living room couch, finally allowing himself to feel the full extent of the sudden pain. Their back was killing him since they'd woken up this morning, and the peristent throbbing pain of his guts had shifted into their womb. That part felt reassuringly familiar. Maybe it was caused in part by his period starting again. He was due for one soon.

Actually...they were overdue.

The thought struck him like an arrow to the chest. The nausea, the cramps, the weird mood swings...the missed period. Could he be...

Shaking slightly, Frank's hands raked through his messy morning hair, tangling it further as they held his head steady and fought the urge to throw up yet again.

You don't know that's the case, they chastised himself, It...it could be the flu, like you said. Or a hormone imbalance.

But what if he was pregnant? How would the two take care of children? Did Eddie even want them? Frank certainly wasn't opposed to the idea, but it had always been in the abstract, "one day" vibes, not it actually happening!

Slowly, they forced himself to breathe and calm their swirling mind. I need to think about this logically, he thought.

There was really only one way of knowing for sure, of course. He'd need to buy a test from Howdy's shop. But he couldn't do that. The mere idea was agony. Frank wasn't out to most of the neighbors, at least not in regards to his sex. Julie knew, of course, she'd been there since before their transition, helped get him their first dose of T and worked odd jobs to pay for his top surgery. And Eddie knew. He definitely knew all that by now. As far as the others were aware though, Frank might as well have been AMAB. It was none of their business anyway.

But now it seemed, one more would have to be made aware. If I'm not I can finally relax and be sick, Frank told himself, steeling themselves for the journey. And if I am...

What would they even do? How would they possibly take care of a child, the responsibilities, the stress? And before they even got to that, the idea of birthing one! The pain and stress and mess of it! That was-

"Meow."

Frank looked up suddenly from where they'd curled up on the couch, eyes still speckled with the anxious tears as they met the soft black face of Bacon, their cat. Behind her, brothers Egg and Cheese soon followed, seemingly drawn to comfort their nervous parent. Or maybe they just wanted him to feed them. Whatever the reason, he was grateful they were there. Anything to get their mind off things.

Gently patting and kissing each, Frank stumbled to their feet and wandered into the kitchen for food, both his own and the cats'. The trip to Howdy's would happen, it had to. But maybe not yet.

#welcome home #frank x eddie #eddie x frank #franklydear #frankly dear #welcome home eddie #eddie welcome home #eddie dear #welcome home frank #frank welcome home #frank frankly #welcome home fanfic #fanfic #fluff #mpreg #does it count as mpreg when they're non binary? #eh close enough #stuff I said #Ember's art #Little Flame

[omnitheist27]

@the-ravenclaw-werewolf and @purplemochi20055

The 40 - A traumatic revelation

Hey ya'll I'm back with the next fan comic I promise you all!

Oh ho, drawing this fan comic of The 40's reaction to the ending of Death Note was a challenging one due to the lack of motivation and anticipation of the final chapter of Main Character Syndrome. And I got to say, it came out pretty good...for the most part.

Now, oh my gosh, the ending to Death Note regarding Light getting shot by Matsuda and nearly killed was quite a dramatic climax when I first watched it back in middle or high school. Then, I stumbled upon The_Ravenclaw_Werewolf's fanfic and became hooked on the possible reactions to the forty chosen anime of the main characters. I have to tell ya, emotions would be flying high for many of our anime audience as they watched Light Yagami's descent into madness and saw him stoop to many lows unimaginable for them.

But the one low I really would like to see The 40's reaction to Light is how he calls his own deceased father a "fool" whose idealism would only be inefficient in his new world, where it might as well registered to any sane person's mind that Light is saying that Soichiro deserves to die even though that probably wasn't his intention. That particular moment would be the trigger for those in The 40 with really bad Daddy Issues and probably go as far as hallucinating themselves in Matsuda's shoes opening fire on Light afterward.

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For L, I know that he's the world's greatest detective in Death Note and saw plenty of nasty crimes committed by the most heinous serial killers while growing up, along with him being very stoic and cool-headed as a result of his own "quirks" and the desensitization of seeing death bodies to deal with the obvious high stress that comes with the job. However, emotions are not rational and I wouldn't put it past him to have an anxiety attack from witnessing something really bad (e.g. his scared reaction upon the mention of Shinigami for the first time in the manga), and obviously, L would be triggered in his own way after witnessing his own death and Watari's, the growing hatred he'll gain for Light, and to his own surprise when seeing himself in Matsuda's place as a result of his emotional imbalance and frankly, having enough of Light's bullshit. When drawing the hallucination L, I looked up the character art from the bad ending of The Boogyman regarding Keith Baring aiming a gun at the villain with his blood as tears coming down his eyes, which represents Keith's unresolved grief and guilt from being unable to cry from the death of his son.

For Edward, it's very obvious that he's got a deep-seated grudge against Hohenheim for his abandonment of him, his brother, and their mother (even if it was for good reason). But Edward witnessed Light's madness and willingness to endanger his own family for his delusions of godhood will, not if, earned him a spot on his hatred and would override any hate he has for his estranged father. Also, Edward has shown a very humanist approach as a State Alchemist by refusing to kill others, and he'll likely advocate for Light's imprisonment despite his hatred for him. Of course, it would come as a shock for Edward to see himself in Matsuda's place shooting Light multiple times before being readied to execute him with a headshot, showing that he's not ok, and ironically, jump-starting his resolve to reconcile with Hohenheim. When drawing the hallucination of Edward, I just included his tendency for dramatic facial expressions.

For Tohru, oh bless her kind heart, but I had to draw her reaction for the finale to Death Note. I don't know much about Fruits Basket but I have read the broad strokes from the TV Tropes page of it. Apparently, in the past Tohru once had a hatred for her late father due to his death causing her mother to neglect her for a time and almost commit suicide, though even then she recognizes it's wrong to feel that way. Seeing Light's father dying due to Light's actions, even on the possibility that Light actually feels guilty about it, would slowly bring that part of Tohru's personality back to the surface and the obvious guilt that'll come with it, and god forbid her breaking point upon witnessing Light calling his late father an "idealistic fool". Never mind that Light Yagami is going to be one of the many people that even an all-loving girl like Tohru would hate with all her heart in my opinion. Also, there's the cultural significance of Tohru seeing herself wielding a gun against Light in Matsuda's place. In Japan, there are very, very strict laws regarding citizens owning firearms, with only the police and military being allowed to own them. For a minor to be seen as willing to hold a gun is unthinkable given the whole "children are innocent" angle in Japanese culture and how every child in Japan is expected to have obedient and quiet deferential behavior toward authority figures. Plus, in Japanese culture, killing someone, even in self-defense no matter how justified, will always be seen as "murder". So unlike L (a detective) and Edward (a soldier hailing from a culture similar to Germany), the hallucination!Tohru holding a gun and being readied to fire upon a now defenseless Light, even if he did deserve to die, would really highlight to a native Japanese audience just how bad Tohru's sanity has taken a dive and the obvious shock she would have to the core. When drawing the hallucination Tohru, I took inspiration from Winery's design as she pulls a gun at Scar upon overhearing that he murdered her parents, because it was just perfect in my opinion and there were obviously weren't many images of Tohru having a "mad face" that would be appropriate for the climatic moment in the Death Note viewing.

For Rin, it'll be obvious for him to also hate Light Yagami, especially with how his actions killed his father, who had always wished that his son isn't Kira. Upon seeing his hallucination, Rin would be shocked and horrified to see himself as a demonic shadowy being damning Light for taking to his father for granted and it'll be a foreshadowing of what's to come when The 40 will view Blue Exorcist. When drawing the hallucination of Rin, I just decided to go with a silhouette to represent a "shadow archetype" of Rin due to his troubled childhood of being perceived as a demon child, along with Rin not seeing what would happen to his adoptive father, Shiro, in the viewing yet.

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In conclusion, what are your thoughts on this fan comic and how accurate do you believe I drew the character's reactions to the finale of Death Note?

P.S. The next fan comic I'll be planning for The 40 will be in celebration of the recent release of chapter 3 for Poppy Playtime and Suicide Squad: Kill the Justice League.

#the_40 #death note #fullmetal alchemist #fruits basket #blue exorcist #l lawliet #edward elric #tohru honda #rin okumura #trauma #angst #hallucinations

[nidianddeepspace]

The Tale of the Hoodie Thief

❥ Xavier x OC ❥ An OC remembering loving moments with the Star Baby ❥ stealing your beloved's hoodie, wearing it because it smells like them, FLUFF FLUFFITY FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF ❥ College/University AU, the (my) MC and Xavier as University Students

Hoodies - an essential part of anyone's wardrobe and doubly so for the college student that chooses comfort over everything else. It's a simple garment - you just throw it on, decide if you want to wear the hood or not, and bask in the warm comfort of the fabric before going on with the rest of your day.

I am no stranger to hoodies. Back then, half my closet was filled with them, a range of colors and styles that were sure to impress any and all comfort-focused fashionistas. But there was one particular hoodie I loved more than the others - a pink cashmere hoodie my auntie gifted me last Christmas. I didn't wear it very often, but when I did, I felt like I was the walking epitome of luxury loungewear elegance. Now granted, I didn't know if that was an actual thing, but I didn't care either. I felt what I felt.

So when I realized that it was missing the afternoon I was suppose to hang out with you for a bit, I was exasperated and heartbroken. No matter how many times I rummaged through my closet, I just couldn't find it. I was so upset that my room, usually very neat with everything in it's place, resembled the aftermath of a fashion explosion. I want to curl up into a tiny ball and cry 'til I had no more tears. If I had plans to meet up with anyone else, I would have ghosted them due to my grief. But since it was you, I pressed on.

If there was anyone who could comfort me about my missing hoodie, Xavier, it was you.

As I walked to your dorm, trying to keep it together, it began to rain. But I wasn't about to let some water further ruin my day - I was prepared. As I opened up my umbrella, I started thinking about that night we got caught in a rainstorm on the way home from the arcade. Our good time was washed away by the relentless downpour which neither of us were ready for.

"This is BS! I'm so sorry, Xavier." We rushed through the streets as fast as we could, pelted my the largest droplets of rain I'd ever seen. "At this rate, the both of us are going to get sick."

"It's okay, your dorm isn't that far."

"Yeah, but we're already drenched as it is. This is my fault, I should have checked the weather before we left."

"Don't worry about it, it's fine." Even in the middle of a thunderstorm, you were still so calm and collected. "Try not to worry too much."

Soon, we were rushing into my dorm room, huddling up together to keep warm. You sprung into action, grabbing towels from my closet, helping me to dry off. The rain hadn't washed away the scent of your cologne, and I could smell that faint scent of the forest and the musk as you used one towel to dry off my hair and shoulders. If you wanted to, you could have heard my heart fluttering, so painfully aware of how close we were.

"Y-You don't have to do this," I stammered, looking away. I hoped you didn't see the crimson spreading across my face. "Besides, you need to get that hoodie off you. I wonder if any of the dryers on my floor are free."

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me."

"Too late for that." I'm always worried about you. I care about you so much, can't you see that? I didn't dare say those words aloud. "Anyway, aren't you afraid of getting sick. We have that big test next week."

"if I get sick, I just won't go to class. I can study on my own and if I ask you nicely, you're share your notes with me, right?"

"Well yes, but..."

"Then I've got it covered. So please, don't worry." He smiled as he finished dry my hair, tossing the towel side. "I don't like it when you worry."

"Ah...well, you can stay here until it stops raining. In the mean time, at take off your hoodie and grab one of mine from the closet."

You arched an eyebrow. "One of your hoodies? Would they even fit me?"

"Don't look at me like that, of course they will fit you. Most, if not all my hoodies are oversized. Just pick one and give it back to me later. I'll go see if I can wash and dry your hoodie, hopefully the machines are free."

I came to a complete stop just steps away from your door. It was all coming back to me - you'd left before I'd had a chance to see what hoodie you chose. You sent me a text letting know you were really tired so you had to go. I thought nothing of it at the time. I washed and dried your hoodie, I gave it back to you a few days later, and we went back to the arcade the following weekend.

Realization hit me like a freaking bus.

No...you couldn't have done that...right? No, you...wait...did...did you?

Xavier, did you actually grab my pink cashmere hoodie?!

There was only one way to find out.

(To Be Continued)

#love and deepspace #ladsedit #love and deepspace xavier #lads #xavier love and deepspace #xavier #lads photobooth #lads seiya #xavier x oc #lads xavier

[writeandsurvive]

Maybe we can get some Parker x pregnant!reader? Maybe with some angst? I love your writing so much

You asked for some angst, I shall deliver. 🫣 hope it's what you wanted!! Thank you for your kind words ❤️

(yes, I'm a bit obsessed with the band Måneskin)

Warnings: pregnant!reader, false alarm, hospital, bed rest, cheating, Alden screwing up big time, lots of crying

I wanna hate you ~ Alden Parker

You didn't know how you were going to go through this. It was supposed to be the most amazing time of your life, an incredible experience, but everything was ruined. Stroking at your belly, you kept replaying the past week in your mind and cried.

It was your second anniversary with Alden. You had plans to have an early dinner at the restaurant he took you two years ago and then go to a concert. Your boyfriend wasn't fond of the idea, as you're entering your third trimester, but you definitely wanted to. It was a band you've been dying to see for ages, got Alden to love their music, and luckily there was a specific area for disabled people and pregnant ladies like you. Everything would be perfect.

Except that you couldn't figure out what to wear. You spent hours trying on different outfits, some were maternity clothes that you hated, some were your usual clothes you didn't fit anymore. "Baby, I love you so much, but you make me so big." You told your unborn child. "I want to look pretty for your daddy, but nothing fits." You sighed, taking one more look at yourself in the mirror. Nope, not this outfit.

You changed one more time, to put the dress you had in the maybe pile. "I guess that could work with my doc martens." You tried to convince yourself. "It's gonna be your first concert, baby! I hope they'll play Coraline. Let's put it on." You grabbed your phone and played 'Coraline' by Måneskin, the band you were seeing tonight. You and Alden agreed to keep the gender a surprise till birth, but if it's a baby girl, she'd be named Coraline because of that particular song.

Listening to your Måneskin playlist, you finished getting ready. It was after putting on lipstick that you realized you still haven't heard about Alden. Checking the time and realizing how late it already was, you called him. No answer. You waited a few minutes and tried again. Same. "Alden, don't do this to me." Obviously, his work asks a lot, and you're very much aware of that, but Alden always makes a point to be there for the special occasion. He wouldn't miss it, unless there was an emergency. So, that's where your mind went.

You decided to text Kasie.

You: Hey boo! 😘 I was wondering if my man was near you or if there was an explanation as to why he's not answering?

Kasie typed, stopped, typed again and stopped. It took a few minutes to get an answer.

Kas: Hey babe ❤️ Sorry but I left the office a while ago, no idea where he's at! Wants me to ring him on Bandium?

You: Did everyone else leave too?

Kas: Idk, Parker was still there when I left.

You: Okay, thanks for answering love!

Kas: Of course, keep me updated. ❤️

An hour later, still nothing. No answer, no text, nothing. You should already be at the restaurant but instead, you didn't know where Alden was, what he was doing or even if he was okay. Your anxiety level was extremely high, which wasn't good for the baby. Kasie stayed on the phone with you and offered to pin his phone.

You gave in and told her to.

"Huh, that's weird." She said.

"What?! Where is he? Please don't tell me he's at a hospital or something." You were on the verge of crying.

"No no, not at all. He's like an hour away from DC. Got the address but it doesn't seem to be anything particular."

"What does it mean?"

"Well, do you know someone who lives on (address)?"

You thought for a moment. "No, no one! Can't you find out who lives there?"

"Pinning Parker's phone is already very unethical--"

"You're right, sorry. Thank you for doing this, I owe you one."

"You're growing my godchild inside of you, we're even." She managed to get a small laugh out of you despite the situation.

Everything went through your mind, you imagined every possibility as to what was going on, what happened to the father of your child. It was driving you crazy, you were pacing around the entire apartment, texting back and forth to his team, who had all left work a while ago after they closed their case. But somehow, you had this nagging feeling that they were hiding something from you. From the beginning of the relationship, you knew Alden couldn't tell you much about his job and you were okay with that. But that night, you were not. You needed to know.

You needed him.

By the time he finally came back home, you were a complete mess. You rushed to the door as soon as the noises of keys reached your ears. You jumped into his arms, the baby bump getting in the way. "Thank god you're okay!" You cried in his neck.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so so sorry." He hugged you back, as tight as he could. Your anxiety dropped down, as you were finally able to breathe again. No idea what happened yet, but at least he was there, alive and well.

You let go reluctantly and scanned him entirely, making sure he wasn't hurt anywhere. But what caught your attention was the tears in his eyes. His hands were resting on your belly, and the baby was clearly awake, probably aware that daddy was home. Alden dropped to his knees in front of you, kissing your bump, and apologizing over and over again.

"What happened, baby? Are you okay? Where were you?"

He looked up to you, tears rolling down his cheeks. You grabbed them softly, catching them with your thumbs. "Talk to me." You whispered, still crying too.

"I shouldn't -- I should've never --" he broke eye contact to press his forehead against your baby bump. "I'm sorry, to both of you."

After a moment there, you managed to get Alden to follow inside the apartment. Sitting on the couch, with a huge sigh of relief - it was getting harder and harder to carry this tiny human - Den dropped his head on your lap. You stroked his hair and waited for him to talk.

"I made a huge mistake." He finally said. "The biggest mistake of my life."

"What would that be?" Anxiety was coming back in a rush.

"Please don't leave me. Please, I will do anything for you--"

"Alden, you have to tell me what you did, right now."

"I slept with my ex."

And just like that, your entire world fell apart. Your heart broke into thousands of pieces. Silently, and quiet slowly, you pushed his head off your lap. Alden tried to hold onto you but knew he had to let go. His touch was the last thing you wanted at this very moment. You tried to stand up but your legs immediately gave up, finding yourself back on the couch but further from him. His reflex kicked him as he tried to catch you but you snapped his arms off. "Don't touch me." You couldn't look at him.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I know you hate me right now, but--"

"Shut the fuck up."

He did.

You stayed silent for a very long moment, tears of anger and heartbreak covering your cheeks. But the worst was what you were feeling in your lower abdomen. That pain was not normal. In your mind, you talked to your baby. "Honey, it's okay. It's gonna be okay. Stay inside." But you let out a muffled scream and curse when a sharper pain hit.

Alden was quick on his knees next to you, asking if there was something wrong with the baby. Between the long hours of waiting and now this, something wrong was definitely happening. "Drive me to the hospital."

Alden was asking a bunch of questions as he helped you to the car. You didn't understand any of them, as the pain was increasing and you were silently begging your baby to be okay, telling him and her that it was going to be fine. You hoped you could believe it.

"If anything happens to my baby, Alden, I want you out of my life, for-fucking-ever."

He stayed silent because nothing he'd say would be good enough.

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It was the longest hours of Alden's life. He wasn't allowed in as the doctors were checking up on you and his child. Alone in the hallway, he cried. He wished he could be outside of his body to give himself a beating down. He deserved it. If you left him, he'd deserve it too. He screwed up, he ruined the best thing he ever had and for what? His first love he hadn't seen in over 30 years?

If anything happened to you and/or the baby, Alden would never recover. He'd never forgive himself.

He kept going over to the front desk, asking for news. He grabbed every nurse and doctor he saw. Finally, the nurse he remembered taking you in earlier came up to him.

"How are they? Where are they?" He probably looked like a lunatic, but didn't care. She invited him to sit down but he refused. "Tell me where are my wife and kid!" He yelled.

"They are fine, sir. I'll be taking you to them in a minute. We'll be keeping your wife here at least for the night and as of right now, she's on strict bed rest."

It was fine. He'd take the next three months off if he had to.

The nurse took Alden to you.

Laying down on the bed, with a monitor on your baby bump, you turned your head away when you saw him coming in. "God, I was so scared." He dried his tears off as he approached the bed. "Can I?" He asked, his hand a few inches from your belly. You nodded and he gently touched and stroked where the product of your love was. "How are you feeling?"

You let out a humorless laugh. "You fucking kidding right? I almost lost her, Alden!"

He locked eyes with you. "H--her?"

You sighed. "The doc didn't know I didn't know the gender." You explained.

"We're having a babygirl," his emotions were all over the place, he cried again.

You allowed him to stay after he begged, as long as he stayed silent. You wanted to sleep, feeling both physically and mentally exhausted, but it never came. You stayed awake, feeling Alden's presence on the chair next to your bed. He was looking at you, looking at your belly, looking at the machines. It was only when you saw him typing on his phone that you broke the silence. "Texting her while I'm next to you, Parker?" You asked, in the coldest ton you've ever used.

"God, no! Absolutely not! Baby, I --" he sighed and stopped what he wanted to say. "I'm just writing some stuff down so I don't forget." He showed you his phone but you turned your face away.

After another silence, as you were stroking your belly, you broke into tears. You cried like a baby, having no more self control. Alden didn't hesitate long before moving to the bed, and bringing you to his chest. The only reason you didn't push him off was that you didn't have the strength. "How could you?" You struggled to say.

"I don't know. I wish I could give you a reasonable explanation but there's none. I'm a fucking jerk who ruined the best thing that ever happened to him." He held you tight, breathing in your shampoo. "There's nothing I wouldn't do to get your forgiveness. If you just let me--"

"I hate you." You simply said.

A week later

Back home, you've been on bed rest per doctor's orders. Alden had taken some time off work, even though you didn't want him to. You wished you could just tell him off, leave the apartment, leave town even but you couldn't go anywhere with your baby girl inside you. Plus, as much as you hated his guts, he's your daughter's father, no matter what. You'd never let your girl grow up with her daddy.

Alden tried to talk to you numerous times but you always shut him off. He made sure you had proper meals everyday, and you forced yourself to eat for your daughter. He'd bring your favorite snacks and refill your water, leave flowers on your nightstand, and buy books. He offered you massages (turned them down), offered to brush your hair (turned him down), offered to play games to keep you busy (turned him down). And every afternoon, he'd play piano in the living room, making you cry every single time.

The only time you allowed him to stay near you was when he asked if he could read something to his daughter. He would grab a baby book and read it to your belly. Sometimes, your girl would be completely still, and other times, she'd move and kick around a lot. The only way for her to calm down? Feeling daddy's hand.

You wanted to hate him so bad, and a part of you really did. But when he was there, talking to his daughter, you couldn't. And it hurt.

Your sleep schedule was a mess and babygirl wasn't helping at all. It was 3am, you were utterly exhausted - yes, despite the bed rest -, and your daughter was taking your uterus for a gym. Or a dancefloor.

On the verge of a meltdown, you texted Alden who had been sleeping on the couch since the hospital. The guest room had already been turned into the nursery.

You: You sleeping?

Hearing his phone ping from the living room, it didn't take long until he was knocking at the bedroom door. "Are you okay? Do you need something?" He asked, after you told him to come in.

"I need you to calm her, please." He heard the exhaustion in your voice.

Alden walked over to the bed. "Is it okay if I lay down?"

"I guess."

He laid down next to you, above the covers. Despite the dark, you could sense he was in his useless night shorts and shirtless. You did hate him a little.

He put a hand in your belly, "Shh, babygirl. It's time to sleep now, mama is tired." He stroked your skin exactly where he felt a kick. "Hush, little baby don't say a word. Papa's gonna buy you a mocking bird. And if that mocking bird don't sing. Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring..." He sang softly.

"Why did you do this, Alden?" You cried.

He took a deep breath. "I think I needed closure. I-- it was like 16 years old me took over and forgot everything else." You felt his free hand grabbing yours. "I know it's no excuse."

"It didn't have to involve sex."

"You're absolutely right." He squeezed your hand, his mind having a victory dance that you weren't pulling away. "It shouldn't have. I'm willing to do anything, my love. Jeremy gave me the contact of the therapist him and Josie went to, after the accident. Will you agree to give it a try?"

Your daughter was calming down. Daddy's power.

"Maybe." You answered.

"I'll take it." You heard him sniff. It'd be too easy and too soon to reach out for a hug, no matter how much you needed it. "I love the two of you more than anything in this world. I hate myself for what I did."

You didn't answer, couldn't.

You didn't realize how cold it was outside the blankets until you felt Alden shivering by your side. The man had been above the covers the entire time. "Get under the blanket, Alden."

"Are you sure? I may-- fall asleep here if I do,"

"It's fine. Just -- don't cuddle me."

He respected your barrier. You thought you heard him snore not too long after.

"I want to hate your guts so bad, but what they said is true. Sometimes, the person who hurts you is the only one who can make the pain go away. Don't ever hurt me again, please."

He wasn't asleep. He squeezed your hand as an acknowledgment.

#ncis #alden parker #ncis fanfiction #alden parker fanfic #alden parker imagine #ncis imagine #alden parker x reader

[the-faceless-bride]

Nevermind the darkness

Louis sat on his bed making sure all his hair was protected before he went to bed, the last thing he needed was to wake up and have a horrible hair day, he already dealt with stupid zombies, and if he was gonna be going around surviving and risking his life he wasn't gonna look bad while doing it.

He finished giving himself one last look in the dusty old mirror running a finger along his jaw before he smiled to himself, "well Louis at least your not ugly." He said giving himself a wink and snickering at his own words, he was such an idiot sometimes.

Louis Turned off his lights before tossing himself into his bed with a soft sigh ready for his beauty rest...well he was ready... He couldn't sleep due to the sound of soft crying next to his room... Now Louis is the type of guy to need it completely dark and silent to even things out getting a wink of sleep and he has quite the sensitive hearing and crying is something he definitely couldn't sleep too.

For so long no one slept in the rooms next to Louis knowing his very particular sleeping conditions... And a cranky sleep deprived Louis was a Louis nobody liked.

He got grumpy and whiney and his survival skills dropped much lower than normal... Somehow.

Louis thinks to himself before remembering a new small group that just came to the school, after Clem and he took a look at them and brought them all back.

Louis got up from his bed still in his t-shirt and boxers pulling on his long coat before making his way to the room next door, the crying getting slightly louder.

He knocked a few times before coming in anyway, "hey uhh, you alright?" He asked, you lifted your head from under the pillow your eyes still read and your cheeks puffy.

Louis rushed over to you, Louis couldn't stand to see a frown on anyone's face. This world had gone to complete shit and having a frown is one thing you can change in this gloomy fucked world.

"I-i don't like the darkness, I hate being by myself..." You cowered a but closer to Louis, not clinging to him but had gotten much closer than laying there as he stood at the foot of your bed.

Louis understood not wanting to be alone, that was one of his worst fears.

Being left alone with nothing, no one to roll their eyes at his jokes or groan at his loud piano playing. Louis looked at you before looking to the side thinking for a moment.

"Would... Would you like to stay with me?"

"Thanks, Louis." You mumbled as you hurried yourself into his camo bedsheets, "it's no problem, really." Louis smiles at you before he sat on his bed atop the sheets, "uhh are you comfortable with me under the sheets with you?" It took him a moment before he flushed and tripped over himself to explain how he wasn't trying to insinuate anything or- but you cut off his ramblings with a small giggled and a soft smile and that made Louis smile.

You slightly scooched over and pulled the sheets over inviting him, and he dived into bed. Before slowly switching the lights off make sure to keep eye contact so you know he was there for you if you needed him.

Once the room went pitch black he buried himself in him warm bed, before closing his eyes.

They open again feeling arms wrap around him but not fully and not tightly at all.

"Is this okay?" You whisper to him, "yeah." Louis whispers back, and the arms around him fully close and tighten around him.

Louis smiled.

A/n: Just wanted to post some Louis stuff, also I think I just found out his last name is oui? So that's cool. (Well according to TikTok that's his last name so... It must be true!😀👍)

#twdg headcanon #twdg clementine #twdg lee #twdg imagine #twdg x reader #louis twdg #twdg louis x reader #louis x reader #louis twdg x reader #louis oui x reader

[amaretigris]

Knock-down, Drag-out

Taglist: @luna2034 @mylittlemermaid221 @notagreekgal28 @hopeisrising @freyagallileaevans @daydreamerwithnohobbies @justagirlthatlovedtoread

A/n: Whoops, did I say slow burn? Couldn't stop my fingers from typing the dirty smut 😵😵🤤

WARNING: EXPLICIT

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Ch. 5 | 1.3k words | Angst & smut

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A moment of silence passed between the two of you.

"You think that'd be the wrong idea?"

Jonah asked incredulously.

"I-I honestly don't know. What I do know is that I never want to make you feel uncomfortable. I realized that maybe the night you hugged me you only did because you knew that I needed it."

Jonah let out a dry laugh, and shook his head.

"(Y/N), that hug was for me. I needed to know that you were okay. You were crying, yes, but I also hugged you because I was relieved that you weren't hurt."

Your face was twisted in confusion. Jonah leaned in, moving his face within a few inches of yours.

"I try to keep up this mask, (Y/N). I have for years. But you're cracking it."

Your heart pounded in your chest.

"I can't start something with you and not be able to give it my all. Right now, I'm running on fumes. My emotional capacity is maxed out with everything with my mom. I can't-"

Before you chickened out, you lunged forward, pressing your lips to Jonah's.

You waited for him to jump back, or to push you off. Jonah did no such thing; he kissed you back. Definitely surprised at first, but quickly setting a pace. You had never kissed anyone as passionately. It was like your mouths molded together perfectly. A few minutes passed like this, until you had to come up for air.

Licking your lips and looking at Jonah nervously, you were happy to actually see him smile. It seemed like those were rare. You spoke before he opened his mouth.

"I understand if you can't invest in anything right now. I  just can't keep pretending that there's nothing between us. I think I'll go insane," you laughed.

Jonah nodded.

"Alright, fair enough," he laughed.

"Will you be okay with still only seeing each other on the weekends though? That's all I have the bandwidth for currently," Jonah studied your face.

You nodded.

"Yeah, me too actually. Work has taken over my life lately," you sighed.

"Okay. Well, I should let you get home. Good night, (Y/N)," Jonah nodded, clapping his hands awkwardly on the window sill of your car.

Jonah started to pull back.

"Ahh, fuck it," he whispered, pushing his lips to yours again.

This kiss only lasted a minute before Jonah reluctantly pulled away. He smirked.

"Mm, I'll be thinking about that all week," he flashed his dimples.

You blushed and bit your lip.

"Good night for real," Jonah pulled back.

"I'll see you next Saturday," he winked.

Jonah walked to his car, and you rolled your window up. Your heart was racing. You steadied your breath as you shifted your car into drive. On the way home, you squealed in excitement.

It wasn't much. Jonah told you that he couldn't commit to anything right now. But damn did it feel good to know that you weren't insane, and that he actually felt something for you, too. It made you giddy. Wishing for sleep much sooner than it came, you dreamt of kissing Jonah all night.

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The next three Saturday nights were much of the same, but built in intensity each time. Jonah would walk you to your car for a quick, steamy makeout session. You were always left wanting more. You knew that you were ready to take the next step, but you needed to be patient. Surely Jonah has women throwing themselves at him constantly. He can't exactly be easy to get in bed.

On this particular Saturday night, while you were in your car, pushed up against your driver side window with Jonah kissing down your neck, Jonah surprised you. 

"I know that you deserve better than getting fucked in a car, but would you be open to try it?"

You picked your head up, nodding almost frantically.

Jonah ducked his head to your chest, laughing.

"Damn," he groaned.

"I don't know if I should defile you like that."

You put your hands on his cheeks and lifted his head.

"We don't have to tonight if you don't want to. You can think about it. You should know, however, that I'm not wearing any underwear," you teased, ghosting your lips over his at your last sentence.

Something shifted in Jonah's eyes. They looked darker now, even in the poor lighting of your car.

"Can I feel?"

Jonah's question made you giggle.

"Yes," you grabbed his hand and put it at your waistband, "you can feel."

You unbuttoned and unzipped your uniform pants. You saw Jonah's throat bob with a swallow, and then he looked down. He could only see a sliver of ivory skin peeking out from your open pants. Letting his hand drag down your lower stomach, Jonah's eyes met yours again when he dipped his fingers below the fabric. Settling on your entrance, Jonah took another breath, and dipped a finger into your folds.

You groaned and threw your head back. Jonah's fingers adeptly worked to set a rhythm. While you were moaning and whimpering, Jonah was watching your face. His fingers brushed against your sweet spot, and your back arched.

"Oh, there it is," Jonah's voice sounded like honey.

Jonah focused his efforts here, making your volume increase. Keeping his fingers in place, Jonah leaned in to whisper in your ear.

"Keep it down, baby girl. We don't want everyone here to know that you're getting finger fucked."

That sentence alone made you clench around Jonah's fingers. He felt it, and gasped.

"Climb into the back seat. Please."

Jonah withdrew his delicious fingers and you opened your eyes, your vision clouded with lust. You awkwardly squirmed to get yourself into the backseat, pulling your pants down, and kicking them off while Jonah was on his way. Jonah only noticed when he was climbing on top of you.

"Fuck, (Y/N). You have no idea what you do to me," he groaned.

Pushing down his sweatpants and boxers, you saw his member spring free. Your mouth watered at the sight of it.

"I'm going to take you, (Y/N). I'm going to take that greedy little cunt of yours. I promise to fuck you the right way, in my bed, someday. But for now, I just need to feel you," Jonah shoved a hand through his hair.

He pulled his hoodie and shirt over his head before helping you to unbutton your shirt. Seeing that your bra's clasp was in the front, Jonah urgently unclipped it. He palmed your breast with one hand as the other lined his dick up at your sopping entrance. Jonah looked at you, and you nodded. That was all the encouragement he needed.

Pushing himself into your folds, Jonah groaned.

"Ah, shit. You feel even better than I imagined, (Y/N)."

You settled your hands on Jonah's hips, and lifted your head to see where the two of you were connected. The sight increased your arousal exponentially.

Jonah stroked in and out of your sex, pushing deeper each time. You moaned, urging Jonah on.

"Fuck me harder, Jonah. Please."

"God, you're so good. It feels like you were made for me."

Jonah's face contorted in pleasure was hands down one of the most beautiful and erotic things you'd ever seen. You tried to commit it to memory. Feeling your walls flutter around him, Jonah couldn't help himself. Leaning down to invade your mouth with his tongue, his thrusts only got deeper. Moaning into the kiss, you grabbed onto Jonah's shoulders. Your peak was quickly approaching, and you knew it was a big one.

"Jonah, I'm- I'm"

Was all you managed to mutter against his mouth before your climax hit you hard and fast. An explosion of pleasure rolled through your body. Jonah swallowed your moans, and that was enough to send him spiraling off his own edge. You felt his hips stutter, and his release quickly filled you. Lying in the tight but content space, you wrapped your arms around Jonah's back. You wanted to keep him in this warm cocoon forever.

#the little mermaid 2023 #jonah hauer king #prince eric #jonah hauer king x reader #jonah hauer king x y/n #jonah hauer king imagine #jonah hauer king fanfiction #jonah hauer king smut #jonah hauer king x fem reader #jonah hauer king x you #my stuff

[lovejosephquinn]

joe helping reader out throughout the birth of their first kid (and if you can make them twins, please do!!)

Your fiancé had been by your side from the moment your water broke and the contractions began and of course, he wasn't chilled about it.

"Oh, fuck it's happening. Oh shit, I wasn't prepared for this." Joe shouted, his hands on his head as he paced along the bathroom floor.

You lent over the sink, clutching at your pregnant belly, as the words fell out of his mouth you couldn't help the dead eye you shot him. Leaning up, holding your other hand onto your back you let a sigh of relief out once the pain subsided. "You think I was?"

"No, I- I mean we." Joe corrected himself quickly, good save.

“It's the first time we've been through this Joe, I didn't expect us to be prepared for what to do."

"But it's early, do you think they're ok?" He slapped his hand across his mouth and pointed down to your stomach.

"It's only a couple of weeks, I had my last check up a week ago, they're fine, calm down." The contractions started again, and you keeled over grimacing at the pain, it was unlike anything you'd ever experienced in your life.

"Yes, good calm, that's right." Joe turned back round to you finally realising that maybe you just needed that bit extra support, he rushed over, holding you upwards to take you the car. Once he'd managed to hobble you over and strapped you in the best he possibly could given your weight gain, he ran back in to get your bag you'd packed a couple of weeks ago for when the time came.

You'd been in labour for over 12 hours when the nurse finally announced that you were fully dilated and ready to begin pushing. The whole circus act Joe had put on was award worthy, every twinge of pain, every sudden whimper you made, every sudden unusual breathing pattern, he'd be on you in an instant.

The particular things that grated on you most were:

"Breathe Y/N, my hearts going 100 miles an hour watching you do this."

You bit your tongue.

"The nurse said to do it this way, move baby, move this way."

It's incredibly difficult to move a certain way with two fully grown new-borns about to come out of you and the pain increasing every time.

You were ready to knock his light outs if you were honest with yourself, his coping mechanism in the time of your labour was both irritable and hysterical to say the least. It really is a damn good job you love this man.

You pulled the gas and air mask over your mouth breathing in it like your life depended on it, you were squeezing the blood flow out Joe's hand and you were giving the pushes everything you had in you.

"I see the head." The doctor announced. "Keep doing Y/N, you're doing great."

"Baby, listen to the doctor." That was when you squeezed your eyes shut for what felt the millionth time, not to push but to simply hold your annoyance in from the love of your life's melodramatic behaviour.

"Another push on three."

The doctor counted agonizingly slow, and you felt your hand tighten around Joe's once more, you let out a deafening scream as you heard the sound of crying, your first baby had made it safely into the world.

Joe sobbed the moment he saw it, tears ejected from his eyes and streamed down his cheeks, and he looked down on you like he couldn't have loved you more in that second.

"Right, are we ready to go again Y/N?"

You shook your head slightly but regained yourself, nodding even slower, no you were not bloody ready for round two.

You readjusted yourself, your hand not letting go of his.

You pushed and pushed and pushed. Screamed a few profanities after forgetting your gas and air the second time round, but quite frankly who wouldn't if their privates were being torn apart by not only one but two babies.

Then came baby number two, no cries, just a few noisy sounds came out. Sweat dripped from your head, your hair mangled all around the pillow and over your face, Joe swept it back for you, planting a kiss onto your forehead, his hand still gripping tight to yours, it didn't matter if his bones felt bruised the feeling of happiness took over that.

Your babies were being weighed and cleaned up and getting ready for you to hold.

The pain of childbirth and your moment of hatred for your man had disappeared in an instant as soon as you caught sight of Joe, the way his eyes sparkled with love and adoration, both for you and the new loves of his life, he shook his head, his smile beamed down at you, a mental image you would store in your head forever.

The nurse wandered over with the twins, "Congratulations on two beautiful, healthy boys you two." That was the moment it hit you, you were finally a mother, as you took them into each of your arms, the tears joined Joe's.

"I'm so proud of you baby, I love you so much." Joe snaked his hand onto the back of your head, peppering kisses on your cheek and you turned to him, gazing into his eyes.

"I love you more, say hi to our boys, daddy."

Throughout the whole pregnancy, you'd referred to each other as mummy and daddy when you spoke to them inside your tummy. Joe hesitated for a moment before stroking the top of their heads, "Hi." the look he'd gave them was unfathomable, he loved them more than they'd ever know. His awkward hello was so him.

Joe leaned down for a quick peck on your lips before his eyes escaped back to watch them. "I have to go call everyone; will you be ok for a minute?"

You nodded, terrified of being alone with them for a moment, the nurse came over pretty soon after to take them from you to put them in their joint travel cot so you could be cleaned and stitched. Joe gave you a wave knowing that you'd be kept busy a little while and ran out into the hallway, you heard the crash from his phone hitting the floor and sniggered a little bit.

Your chaotic Joseph and their chaotic daddy, there wouldn't be a better man to raise your boys with.

#my asks #requests are open #joseph quinn request #joe quinn request #joseph quinn imagine #joe quinn imagine #joseph quinn blurb #joe quinn blurb #joe quinn fanfic #josephquinn #joequinn #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn #joe quinn #joe quinn x reader #joesph quinn #joseph quinn character #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn x female reader #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn angst #joe quinn x you #joe quinn x y/n #joe quinn smut #joe quinn fluff

[nocompromise-noregrets]

hi so I just reread our trsb collaboration from last year and aaaaaaaaaaa it's so so good and I'm crying again even though I've read it at least five times before

I always find that there's something deeply lonely about the end of a story when all the familiar characters are dead or gone and the world is left to the next generation, but at the same time this one is still so full of joy and even though it's about the end and only vaguely describes the 100+ years in between it and the end of RotK, Arwen's life feels so rich and full of friendship and love and words cannot describe how much it makes me feel things.

And then there's all the beautiful little character details!!! Arwen wishing she could've shared her life with her mother???? The uncertainty of the twins' choice but also the "maybe there's always supposed to be one of each" and also the idea that they might stay and be the guardians of Middle Earth because it'll always be their home in a way that Valinor just isn't???? Gimli pledging to give Arwen's love to Galadriel????? EVERYTHING about the garden in Minas Tirith???? DID I MENTION THE TWINS??????? Augh. It's just. so perfect.

And of course. Hearing the wedding vows. The pledge. The bouquet. "what use would her mortal shell have for empty proximity, when their spirits are forever intertwined?" I have no words. I cannot possibly describe the emotions this is evoking in me.

Ok I will shut up now but ONE MORE THING. The second to last paragraph? Makes me sob. So much. It's so unbelievably beautiful and well expressed and I love it deeply with my entire being.

aaaaaaaaa! thank you SO MUCH, my lovely! I so enjoyed working with you on that one and I'm just thrilled that you like it so much <333333333 it was one of those that just kind of wrote itself, once it got going, and it went off in all manner of directions I wasn't quite expecting (Gimli was a particular surprise XD although I have to confess the twins were deliberate, as they always are with me :D ) I've been sort of circling Arwen and Celebrían and the twins for a long time (including all three TRSBs I've done, in one way or another) and I feel like I'm getting closer to them, although still not quite close enough to write the twins-make-their-choice fic I've been trying to do for ages. (nearly ready to write a reunion in Valinor, because that absolutely is the endgame, but the actual thinking and considering and dithering and finally coming to a decision is still eluding me)...anyway, I'm so delighted it's stuck with you and thank you so very much for letting me know, you've pretty much made my year. <333333333

(and if anyone else wants to read 5k of Arwen at Cerin Amroth contemplating her life, right at the end of it, and see some utterly beautiful art, it's here: I Will Be With You Always)

Her own reunion draws ever closer, in the place where the spirits of Men go, the place unknown to the Elves; at long last she will leave behind half of her heritage for ever. It has always been with her, even after she made her choice, it has stayed with her to the end of her days, but now it will leave her at last, or she will leave it. It is time for her to make that last sundering, to join her uncle and all of the cousins she never knew and turn her back on her closest family for ever. She has thought about this moment, contemplated it, turned it over in her mind, many times over the years, and since Aragorn has been gone, it has occupied her thoughts more and more. She has always thought that she would know when the time came, and now she is certain that it is drawing ever closer. She can almost hear his voice, that dear, dear sound, dearer to her than any other, singing the Lay of Lúthien just as he had on that evening so long ago when first they met, calling her home to him at last. He has been her hope for so long, the hope of Middle-Earth for longer - the twins called him ‘Estel’ all his life, although everyone else, once he was grown, used his proper name or called him ‘Strider’, and once he was King those who did not know him called him ‘Elessar’; but the twins, of course, always did things their way, and though he was the high hope of all free peoples, for the twins, Arwen thinks, he was their own hope, though they dressed it up in teasing banter. They could not defeat the Enemy on their own, she knows they knew this, and she thinks they knew, also, that if anyone could, it would be Aragorn - Estel, named by his mother because she knew it too.

#lotr #arwen #aragorn/arwen #lotr fanfiction #lotr fanfic #lord of the rings fanfiction #lord of the rings fanfic #trsb #trsb2023 #wheeeee thank you so much! <333333 #my writing #lotr fanart #lord of the rings fanart

[itsmeimcathy]

{ klarolineauseason } - week 1: canon divergence

It's been one thousand years - Caroline has officially been alive for as long as Klaus had when he died, and yet, she has never forgotten him.

But a millennia is how long it took her to find a solution to her hybrid-less life, and now she's more than ready to go back and change the past. It turns out that an eternal existence without the warm comfort of Klaus' presence on the sidelines wasn't what she wanted - she had missed him for so long that his absence almost turned into an obsession, and Caroline was tired of dreams and memories.

So now, with the help of a few rare artifacts and some very powerful dark magic, Caroline is going to get herself back in time and prevent the tragedy from happening - no matter how much she will sacrifice in order to do so.

It's time for her to be selfish.

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"The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did exist, and that I have lost her!"

[Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (chapt. XXXIII)]

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She had died; when the old crone had pierced her heart with a blessed wooden stake, as her chanting became louder and louder and the words lost meaning, Caroline had unequivocally died. She had to, so that her soul could travel backwards, annulling the last millennia like a hand swiping across a blackboard.

One moment she was, the next she was no more - and then it felt like being everywhere and everytime, as the spell warped reality, undoing it, and dragging her back to the time in which she had anchored herself through the little bit of hybrid blood that she had kept all of this time.

It felt like being in the eye of a hurricane, until abruptly everything stopped.

And she felt like being in a corporeal state once again.

A hoarse gasp echoes in the deadly silent living room, and the vampire laying on the couch blinks her eyes open.

The tangy taste of blood still lingers on her tongue, a blood she immediately recognizes - centuries weren't able to delete that particular memory from her brain - and instinct tells her immediately when the spell has taken her.

It was the chosen moment - before everything started going downhill for him, and for her too.

She turns her head, slowly, barely allowing herself to hope - and there he is, sitting on the leather lounge-chair next to the window, the warm glow of the lamp casting morbid shadows upon his stony face.

He looks angrier and more dangerous than she remembers - or maybe time had simply allowed her to grasp a bette understanding of him to the point of noticing even the smallest of his expressions - even so, she couldn't be happier.

Before she has fully made up her mind - she should probably evaluate the situation, come up with a plan, try not to fuck up too much the timeline as the witches had repeatedly reminded her, but those thoughts come a second too late - she's already up and across the room, a knot closing her throat as she tries not to cry, and --

-- in his arms.

((It doesn't feel real to touch him, hold him, feel his breath against her cheek after all this time. It would be a lie to say that her every waking moment was spent thinking of him, yet there was always something - a word, an object, a place - that made the memory of him go off in her mind, feeding her longing, alimenting her obsession. Exacerbating the void left by his absence. And the feeling of their last kiss still seared in her brain, the bittersweet taste of a goodbye that they weren't supposed to say.

He had promised her an eternity, but was gone long before that started. It wasn't fair - he wasn't supposed to die, not after everything.

She had lived missing what they never were.))

Klaus is not privy to the whirlwind going on inside her mind - he simply found himself holding the trembling bundle of a distressed vampire before he had the time to blink her back into focus. His ancient instinct works faster than his mind, and his hand circles around her throat in a manner both harsh and delicate.

Yet, despite the grief and the rage still cursing through his veins, his voice is surprisingly soft when he calls her name, confused and wary. "Caroline…?"

Her hands hold on tighter on the lapels of his jacket, and a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh comes from her lips.

"It worked," she murmurs, finally backing away to look him in the eyes. "God, it worked! You're alive."

That's when he notices it.

There is something different in the depth of her eyes, something that wasn't there only a few hours earlier - a weariness, a harshness that belonged more on one of his siblings rather than someone like Caroline - and it gives him pause, forcing to assess her, for the first time in a long while, as a potential enemy.

She doesn't look bothered by his hand around her throat, as if she trusts him, implicitly, not to overly harm her. Which is strange, considering that he bit her no less than twenty-four hours ago for much less than a potential physical threat.

Klaus frowns, barely noticing when his own thumb starts rubbing gently against her skin, lost in thought. The Caroline he has gotten to know wouldn't act this way, he is sure of it, even if she's apparently aware of his feelings - as she even told him earlier, in her attempt to coax him to save her.

If she was able to unleash this kind of gaze on him... He can almost taste her relief, see the yearning in the way she seems to physically restrain herself from - what? He swallows, his gaze dropping to her pale lips before catching himself - he must have given her more blood than he realized, if his brain has stopped working to this extent.

He almost calls her again to bring her back from whatever place her mind seems to have stuck, but in that moment Caroline backs away slowly, steel suddenly bleeding into her eyes.

"And I'm going to make you stay that way."

#klarolineauseason #auseason2022 #klaroline #kc #kcedits #boy it's been so long since i've written about them!! i just couldn't miss this chance lol #you know what i love? a good transmigration trope #caroline is back and she's gonna fix stuff!! #rip to those who were born after season4 but i'm different #anyway yeah. this is just a small drabble but i had to get it out there #i miss these two so much #imagine caroline knowing the future and eventually ofcourse she tells him everything and they're going to conquer the world!!! #this is how i win #nigliawrites

[leviathanverse]

Chapter 40: Last goodbye

You broke the heartwrenching news to Zika. She did not take it well. She immediately cried while in shock and choked on her own words and saliva.

Aizetsu cried with her while trying to comfort her. Sekido, Karaku and Urogi didn't cry.

It was either they didn't know how to express sadness or they just didn't feel that emotion.

It was possible that they didn't know her that well either. Why cry over the death of someone you didn't know very well?

You didn't mind it. You only grieved t the loss of someone that was close to you. While the four brothers comforted Zika, you turned your head to look at Gill, Sakura's dragon.

Gill was a crossbreed between a Storm Wraith and a Sky Wing. You saw him grieve, pressing his head against the coffin that held Sakura's body inside.

He rubbed at the coffin, making sad sounds that you had never thought was possible. You didn't know what to call this hybrid.

You had thought of calling his species Cloud Wing. It did go well with his abilities and scales.

But you saw the way he looked at the coffin, and it reminded you of who had been killed. You felt the waterworks begin, and let out a choked sob.

Zoha, who had noticed this, came to you and laid down. He brought you close to his chest with one of his paws.

You didn't hold back and sobbed. You felt his head press against your back. It was... comforting, in a way.

He purred. You felt and heard it. He really wanted to make you feel better. You appreciated the comfort.

You pulled away from the hug and walked towards Gill. You pet the heartbroken dragon, and he hugged you back.

You didn't let go of the embrace for a solid ten minutes. You looked up in the sky, and allowed tears to fall down your cheeks.

" You had the honour of being her dragon. You had the honour of having her as a rider when missions didn't go quite as planned."

Gill teared up, his four wings lowered as he used one of his paws to try to wipe the tears away.

" You meant a lot to her. And she meant a lot to you."

You saw everyone get ready to say goodbye to the one that had lead you for so long. It really was a heartbreaking moment.

" Don't forget that."

You looked at the area you would do your speech and give Gill the honour to fly away with Sakura's coffin.

You looked at Zoha and the brothers, nodding before moving to the place. You were going to do your speech.

You stood in front of everyone, taking in a shaky breathe. You calmed down and opened your mouth to speak.

" I am honoured to do the speech for this particular day."

You began. You took shaky breathes before speaking again.

" Today, we have gathered here for this special farewell to someone we have known for a long time."

Solemn looks were given, Gill laying down like a sad dog on the grass, right next to the coffin.

" Sakura Hiku, the one that made the organization we have worked for, has sadly been killed during the battle against Yami."

You saw tears form in everyone's eyes. It made you start to tear up as well. You pressed forward, despite the tears falling.

" Sakura was our boss, our friend, our root. She made us a family, and had put us first instead of herself. Even a bit of a jokester."

You smiled at the memories where she said something funny to brighten everyone's mood.

Didn't matter how anyone felt, she always managed to make everyone laugh and smile. Even if it came to situations of play fighting.

" She was an honourable woman, and a great example of how a real boss handled everything. She was brave, kind, funny but also very strict."

You looked at Gill, and closed your eyes. You had to stop yourself from breaking down. You opened your eyes.

" Gill, Sakura's dragon and closest best friend, will have the honour to take her coffin and fly away with it."

He got up and stretched his wings. He wasn't here during the events. He only came every three months.

" I, Y/n L/n, give Gill the honour to take his rider's coffin. To allow her to become one with the sky."

You nodded at him and he made a low roar. He jumped into the air and used his front paws to carry the coffin.

" We shall say goodbye to our beloved friend, boss, family and jokester for a final time. May she rest in piece, may her soul find peace for all of eternity."

You cried silently, holding back from choking on your own sobs and saliva. Even your own words.

" Farewell, Sakura. May you have a happy life with the other fallen members."

And Gill took off, making roars of grief and sadness as he flew away with Sakura's coffin. And you finally broke down.

Everyone hugged each other as they cried, comforting one another. You sobbed, sniffling as you choked on your own words.

You got onto your knees, sobbing. You held your hands in front of your face. You still couldn't believe that she was gone.

You missed her already, despite only 45 minutes went by after and during her death. You sobbed, and Zika approached you.

She got onto her knees and hugged you. You immediately hugged her back, as you both cried over the loss of someone that was close to you two.

The five brothers made cooing sounds and nuzzled you both. You actually heard Aizetsu sniffle and choke back sobs.

" I- I can't believe she's gone."

Zika choked out, sobbing while Karaku nuzzled her back. You also couldn't believe it. Sakura was only 33 years old.

She would've been 34 years old the next day, if she didn't die during battle. You had planned her birthday and what to get her.

" Me too."

You gritted your teeth, sobbing before looking at Zoha. You felt even more sad for what you were going to say next.

" Zoha... this is the last time we see each other..."

" Y/n..."

" I thank you for everything, for the time we spent together. But... I can't have you as a dragon..."

Zika cried harder, knowing that she had to bid farewell to the dragons as well. She sobbed.

" You too... Sekido, Karaku, Urogi, Aizetsu... We... we might never see each other again..."

" Zika..."

" Human cub..."

" ..."

" I-... I understand, little human..."

You gave Zoha one last hug, while Zika pet their snouts one last time. You both smiled while crying.

" Thank you... for everything..."

Zoha cried and nuzzled you, and made a sad purring sound. It made your heart clench with sadness.

" Goodbye, Zoha..."

" Goodbye, Y/n."

You smiled when he finally said your name right. Sobbing as you pulled away from him. You knew that you were doing the right thing.

" Goodbye.... everyone..."

The four brothers made sad sounds before looking at Zoha. He pulled away from you too and looked at his brothers.

He opened his wings and took off. His brothers did the same and took off, following him.

You and Zika sobbed, the entire crew came up to you and comforted you. You cried together as a family as you watched the five massive dragons disappear in the distance.

" We'll miss you, dear friends."

You hugged each other, you hugged everyone as they sobbed. You cried together over the loss of Sakura, and that you had to say goodbye to the brothers forever.

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Dragons haven't been seen for the past 37 years. No fire, no traces and not even black specks in the sky.

It was as if they never existed, as if they had disappeared into thin air. But you knew deep down that they were still out there.

Maybe they went to the haven for all dragons that you had read in books, from the stories you remembered your parents told you.

You could no longer do what you had done 37 years ago. You were too old and definitely not as agile as you used to be.

You knew that the dragons existed. They just went into hiding. Maybe the stories of a hidden world were true and all of them went there.

Zoha, Urogi, Sekido, Karaku and Aizetsu were still in your memories. They were still in your heart.

You wouldn't forget about them. Never. Not until the day you are no longer on the earth. Maybe when your time comes and you could see Sakura, the other fallen members, Chiyeko, Kai and Hīrā.

You closed your eyes, listening to the noises the animals made. You loved your cabin. It was by woods you had met Zoha, right by the border.

Your kids and partner were on vacation away from your cabin. They loved visiting you, but had preferred to live in the city.

You had told them about what you had done, and how you looked like! How you met Zoha and his brothers!

Zoha... and his brothers...

You hadn't seen those dragons in all those years. Not even a sign that they were still there.

You heard a loud thump outside of your small cabin, followed by some growls. You recognized those growls, even though they were deeper.

You opened your eyes as tears of joy ran down your cheeks. You got up and went to your cabin door.

You saw familiar eyes and wings. There was a familiar dragon you had not seen for 37 long years.

" Zoha..."

" Y/n!"

You ran up to him, and he immediately picked you up and embraced you. The moment was even more heartwarming when you heard the other four.

" Y/n!"

" Hi, human...."

" Hi, little one..."

" Zika! Look! It's Y/n!"

You turned around and saw Zika on Karaku's head, holding onto his hair. You smiled, so glad to see that she was okay.

" How did you-"

" They bumped into me when I was on my way to your cabin. Want to go for a flight?"

" I sure as hell want to!"

You all laughed a bit before you got onto Zoha's back and held onto the armour like you had done all those years ago.

" Ready?"

" Ready!"

" Let's go then!"

Zoha took off, twirling in the air as he took off. You knew that it was going to be the last time you would ride a dragon.

But you were going to make it worth it. You were going to make it memorable for the years you had left.

This was going to be your final time seeing them. You knew, as they would have to go back into hiding. Even from your family.

It didn't matter. All that mattered was that you were happy to see them again. Alive, happy and free.

Everything was just like old times. Like the good old days when you were in your prime years.

It was a blessing to see them again, even if it was for only 24 hours. If you had one wish you wanted to make, it would be to have more time with these beautiful and majestic creatures.

Sakura and the others must be proud of the person you have become today. How you wanted to see their proud smiles.

You could only picture how happy they were, how proud they were of you and Zika. Good memories with them were never forgotten.

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#demon slayer #hantengu clones dragon au #dragon hantengu clones au #angry oc with a hatred for humans #the hunter assassin book #hantengu #sekido #urogi #aizetsu #karaku #zohakuten

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I hate it when Speedwagon is dismissed as a "useless" character, he's a badass in his own right but he just didn't expect the sudden supernatural stuff. dude got caught in a genre shift and was wrong genre savvy 😭

Fair warning: This is gonna be long. Ngl, whenever I see anyone claiming that Speedwagon "is useless" the only thing that tells me is that these people only skimmed through parts 1 and 2 and are just using the FuNNi MeEmz as reference and are most likely just parroting what they picked up from that.

It's honestly sickening how a big chunk of the jojo fandom still discredits Speedwagon and everything he does from the start, also ignoring a large part of his character/personality in the process (turning him into a "soft uwu pure and innocent blushy scaredy crying boi uwuwuwuw" when in reality he's a ruthless crime lord from the worst and darkest pits of London who the first thing we see him do in canon is try to kill Jonathan), and then reduces him to a "hehe funny meme" without even realizing he's been a key character from the start and who is also one of the most important characters in ALL of the JJBA universe from part 1 to, at the very least, part 6.

But really, just to list some of the many things people seem to love to "forget" Speedwagon did:

He saved Jonathan's life plenty of times throughout all PB. Just to mention a few: -Like when he stops the dozens of deadly criminals who were already in line to kick his ass in Ogre Street (Jonathan was NOT a hamon user yet, so he would have gotten killed shortly after had it not been for Speedwagon ordering his men to leave him alone) -When he unveils Dio's plans and stops Jonathan from getting closer to Dio who was ready to stab him and kill him on the spot. -When he shoots Dio in the face, stopping him once more from killing a frightened and literally petrified Jonathan. -After this whole fight is over, it was Speedwagon who -despite his broken arm, broken ribs and punctured lung- carried a unconscious and heavily injured Jonathan to a hospital (otherwise, he would have died then and there from his many untreated injuries and bleeding wounds if the fire didn't get him first). -The whole "abs scene" where he thaws Zeppeli's arm. People misread the fuck out of the relationship between Zepp and Speedwagon and the hostility there always was between them (I blame the translations for this, as they usually tone things down A LOT and sometimes completely get rid of their mutual mocking and trashtalking) and, as a result, people also misread the fuck out of this scene as well, without realizing that Speedwagon wasn't doing this as an "uwu gay romance moment" with him or to save Zeppeli in particular, but that he was doing this and putting all the trashtalking aside for a moment just to save Jonathan who was about to get squashed like a mosquito by Tarkus and Bruford. Speedwagon was fully aware that he couldn't do anything to save him due to his lack of hamon, but he KNEW that Zeppeli could and was literally the only one who could do it, and so Speedwagon did what he could to save Jonathan's life, even if that meant stepping in for the guy who has been treating him poorly and mocking him for his criminal backgrounds ever since they met (I've mentioned this before but, yeah, this is an inherent trait of Speedwagon when someone he loves is in danger, as we see him do this whole 'side with your rival/enemy for the greater good' again later on in BT as well). -During the aftermath of Jonathan's battle against Dio in Windknight's Lot. Speedwagon, along with Poco, is the first to rush to Jonathan's side when he passes out and falls to the ground. Speedwagon immediately pulls him to his lap, making sure he's okay and that he isn't seriously injured and protecting him, keeping him safe from the remaining zombies that were still left in the chamber and, possibly, the rest of Dio's castle and that Straizo and Tonpetty -being the remaining standing hamon users- were getting rid of.

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Speedwagon also guided Jonathan to Wang Chen's shop and helped Jona get the antidote he needed to save George. According to what we're told about Wang Chen, he was scummy enough that he most likely wouldn't have given the antidote away easily to Jonathan, meaning that Speedwagon forced him to do it.

That said, Speedwagon also helped Jonathan capture Wang Chen so he could testify against Dio before the authorities (we literally see him holding Wang Chen like trash in the manga lol).

Spw also unveiled Dio's evil nature as well as his real plans and intentions, saving Jonathan's life in the process, as mentioned some points above.

Speedwagon was also Jonathan's confidant from the beginning and viceversa, and this shows up in the way they treat each other as well as the way they address each other (some of which sometimes gets lost in the translations but that I more or less explained in a separate post), as well as in some of the things Jonathan says in some of his inner monologues, and it's also implied in a lot of Speedwagon's and Jonathan's lines and actions. There is even further proof of this in Battle Tendency, as we are told at one point that there were things that Speedwagon and Jonathan knew and shared between them but never with anyone else, not even with Erina.

Speedwagon also gathered and confirmed the information on Dio's whereabouts that the hamon gang needed, saving the whole group some precious time and, as a result, saving innocent lives.

He also provided Jonathan with the experience and heart/emotional support that he needed from the very first moment he joins him and until the very end, and this is implied even in BT, and it has also been confirmed in some of his bios.

He fought AND killed zombies along with Jonathan and Zeppeli despite Spw not having any supernatural powers, using his brute force and a sledgehammer only, further proving that he's pretty good at combat and at using different kinds of weapons (guns, knives, and now sledgehammers, too)

As stated earlier, he also thawed Zepp's frozen arm and "unlocked" the man's hamon so Will could save Jonathan, who was about to get ruthlessly killed by Tarkus and Bruford

He also took care of an injured Poco during the fight in Tarkus' chamber while also ensuring that the kid didn't recklessly step into the battleground again and possibly hindering things

Picking back one of the points mentioned earlier: He took care of a heavily injured (sometimes unconscious, too) Jonathan plenty of times, making sure Jonathan was as safe as possible at all times every time this happened.

Adding to the emotional support point: It was heavily implied that Jonathan and Speedwagon spent a lot of time together before, during AND after the whole (mis)adventure against Dio, meaning that they did a lot of healing and mourning together, especially once everything was over.

And it's also important to add to all this that he never lost his "badass" side, since he kept on fighting fiercely from start to end. He was also foul-mouthed and brash all the time (even if translations often portray him all "posh" and proper for literally no reason??), snapping and biting back every time Zeppeli tried to give him shit and mock him, and so on.

In other words: he remained as fierce and badass as he always was from the beginning, channeling that energy into helping Jonathan and succeeding at it despite his limitations as a regular human with no supernatural powers and proving to be self-sufficient most of the time (and with Jonathan taking care of him every time Speedwagon happened to need some help or someone to heal him).

And all this is covering part 1 only. Part 2 and those 50 years in between parts have their own points as well and, sadly, people too misread that and reduce it all to "all he did to help was toss money endlessly at the Joestars lol" without realizing that he literally raised George and Joseph, for starters. Whether you ship Jonawagon or not, it is an undeniable fact that Speedwagon was literally their 2nd dad, and this is shown in how both kids loved him and saw him as blood-related family, with Joseph even referring to him as "Grandpa Speedwagon" (something that the translations took away and changed to "Uncle Speedwagon" for some reason?? i don't want to say "straightwashing" but it's a possibility) and literally risking his life just to investigate what happened in reality to Speedwagon (who everyone believed was dead at the time) and retrieve his body, shedding tears of genuine joy when he learned that Speedwagon was alive, and doing all this without even waiting a second more for the Foundation. Joseph even says it at some point: Erina and Speebs are his only family. He's a key character in Joseph's life and development, and very likely the source where Joseph learned how to be the loving dad he was to Holy later on, and a loving grandpa to Jotaro as well. Same for George II, even though we don't get to see much about him or his life.

Speedwagon also always looked after those kids (and here we can count Lisa Lisa, Holy too as Speedwagon also got to meet her), as well as after Erina, always providing them with everything they may have needed at any point, especially after the Foundation was created and help could be provided in many many different ways. And this can be attested in part 3, with the Foundation sending special doctors and all the best they had to take care of Holy when she was apparently ill, making sure she would survive, or when they replace Joseph's prosthetic hand, showing that this has always been a thing, even if that sometimes means crossing countries just to aid any of them.

Speedwagon also moved all his influences and used his power (including those nexus he always kept with the crime world) to hide Lisa Lisa from the law and make sure she lived a peaceful life without fearing getting caught by authorities after she'd avenged George's death.

And, of course, there's the massive efforts done by his Foundation to investigate supernatural phenomena and keep the world safe from it, creating special teams and providing weapons and equipment designed specifically for this goal. Also, there's the massive improvements they did in regards to healthcare, technology, as well as the conservation of wildlife around the world, making this planet a better place for everyone.

So yeah. To wrap this up:

Screw that shitty take that he's "useless" or that he "only threw money at the Joestars". Same with the "pure innocent soft blushy scaredy crying boi uwuwuw".

#jjba #speedwagon #robert e o speedwagon #jonathan joestar #phantom blood #battle tendency #joseph joestar #will zeppeli #this ended up being some kind of rant and i'd like to say that i apologize but the reality is that i'm sick and tired of those horrid takes #speedwagon is so dang underrated and unfairly treated by the fandom and i won't stand for that #thank you so much for the ask anon!! #long post #character analysis #character analysis: speedwagon #meta