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(TW) Grief Masterlist

Awkward (ao3) - Headgehog_Louis007 calum/ashton, michael/ofc T, 110k

Summary: Why must I be so awkward around people? Or right because I don't talk.

Can't Quite Reach (ao3) - 1loulu5 michael/ashton M, 1k

Summary: He didn’t know that he’d have to watch Michael fall apart.

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Ashton kills himself, and he's forced to spectate the love of his life.

Days in the sun (ao3) - Calumthoodshands (tndart) luke/calum, ashton/ofc M, 200k

Summary: Calum and Ashton live a quiet life in the south of France — until Luke shows up to get away from his busy life as a singer and the past year. Neither he nor Calum have any intention to get over their mutual aversion, but apparently this summer has other plans for them.

Five Things Luke Hemmings Thinks About (ao3) - zaynshoran (oneswhonever) luke/calum, past luke/ashton M, 833

Summary: What Luke thinks about after Ashton's death.

Ghost of You (ao3) - Schokocookielover michael/luke N/R, 1k

Summary: One second. Every day, when he woke up, the world granted him one second of happiness and peace. Sometimes, the second seemed to pass in half the time, but other times, like today for instance, it seemed to slow down, as if it was slowly waking up itself. Taking its sweet time to move on as slowly as possible.

I'm not fine at all (no I'm really not fine at all) (ao3) - coolbabyblue luke/calum T, 4k

Summary: Everything happens too quickly, between the sound of screeching tires and smashing glass. A car hurtling toward Luke's side of the car in the corner of my vision at the last second.

I Should Let it Go (But I Can’t Watch Us Fade) (ao3) - thethingaboutashis calum/ashton M, 12k

Summary: Calum goes through the five stages of grief after coming home to find his world turned upside down.

losing him was blue (like i'd never known) (ao3) - mukelftv luke/calum T, 1k

Summary: how do you measure a year?

no body, no crime (ao3) - jbhmalum luke/ashton, luke/calum, michael/calum M, 11k

Summary: “Calum’s been cheating on me.”

The words are blurted out just like that. They echo loud in the restaurant, drowning out any other sound. Ashton blinks.

“What?”

He expects Luke to shout gotcha! before telling him he’s just been fighting with his family or that he didn’t get the promotion he’s been wanting for months. He expects anything that would tell him this is just a cruel joke.

None of that happens. Instead Luke’s eyes fill with tears before he breaks down into sobs, hiding his face behind his hands.

the no body, no crime songfic no one asked for

our house on fire (we're burning) (ao3) - angorwat luke/calum T, 4k

Summary: calum is four weeks pregnant when michael crashes the car.

shot of truth (ao3) - flowersforlukey michael/luke T, 1k

Summary: “Careful timid steps,” Michael reminds himself, growing frustrated over the fact that it’s Luke who says those words in his head but when Michael says them himself, they only come with the rough scratch of his voice.

Or, Luke dies from months of suffering from acute leukemia and Michael relearns the steps to their waltz.

skies grew darker, currents swept you out again, and you were just gone and gone (ao3) - merlypops luke/ashton G, 1k

Summary: 'Ashton was the gentle breeze and the cry of the birds and the warmth of the setting sun on the other side of the planet. Ashton was the sun and the moon and all of the stars... and Luke was just Luke.'

Ashton is gone and Luke tries to carry on.

Based on "This Love" by Taylor Swift.

Still Can't Sleep On Your Side (ao3) - beendreaminglikeafool michael/luke M, 6k

Summary: Out of the three, Luke's death affected Michael the most. After finding out, everything came crashing down. Any kind of light or happiness was gone from the blonde, replacing it with darkness, sadness and grief. Like all the colors of the world washed away, and all that was left were blacks and greys.

You Will Be Okay (ao3) - Marauders0exe michael/luke, calum/ashton N/R, 22k

Summary: Luke goes home with Michael for the holiday, the first one without his parents. The week doesn't go as planned- with Luke's episodes coming back more frequently and Michael's obsessive need for everything to be perfect. The engaged couple are more stressed out than ever, but they both put on brave faces- or so they thought.

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mlmxreader · 3 years

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Sleep Deprivation | Billy Butcher x Male!Reader

request; “You look exhausted” from the prompt thing with billy butcher x male reader? <3 - anon

summary; it takes a while, but Billy finally realises just how tired you are.

warnings; swearing

Sleep was rare enough as it was, running from Vought in hopes that they wouldn't catch up, in hopes that you would be alive by the time the sun rose, sleep was a precious gift thanks to Vought, and when nightmares and terrors melted into that... well, insomnia was an unwelcomed guest to the party. Sleep seemed like an ancient story, a fairy tale that nobody had heard of in years and years, generations.

If you were an honest man, you would have told Billy, you would have admitted to him that as you slept in the same bed, you could never understand how he ever managed to get even half a second; but you figured that you didn't need to tell him, after all, when all was said and done and when Vought was brought down, he would surely dump you and forget about you. Billy probably wanted to be with a better man; smarter, more handsome, funnier, better at planning, able to do maths.

It was cold this morning, too cold for it to have been normal, and as rain pitter pattered outside, you couldn't help but to groan, the sound too loud as it fell upon tired ears; every little sense, from touch to smell, was overwhelmed as you made your way over to the sofa and sighed heavily, collapsing onto it and letting your head rest on Billy's thighs as you looked up at him.

He could see it, plain as day, how tired and how exhausted you were, it was like a neon sign.

Somewhere in the distance, someone was playing 18Th Century Cannibals, Excitable Morlocks and a One-Way Ticket on the Ghost Train by Rob Zombie.

"You look exhausted," Billy told you gruffly. "Seriously, (y/n), you look like fuckin' shit."

"Thanks," you huffed, rolling your eyes and frowning as you looked away from him. "That's really what I needed to hear, Butcher."

Billy let out a harsh sigh, letting his hand find its way to the side of your neck so that he could trace out a pattern that he could never see. "C'mon, I didn't mean it like that... you're still handsome as fuck, you just look like shit today - when was the last time you slept properly?"

You shrugged, letting out a noise to tell him that you didn't know and you weren't exactly sure.

Billy could only sigh again, frowning as he swallowed thickly and gently pushed you up from his lap so that he could stand up; he grasped your hand tightly, giving it a tug to tell you to follow him. "C'mon, we're gonna go fuckin' sleep for a bit."

"But-"

"No buts," Billy growled, glaring at you. "First of all, you're my fuckin' boyfriend. Secondly, sleep deprivation is a cunt, and we can't have that shit."

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estrxlar · 3 years

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The Ghost Of You

01 - You’re Familiar

This chapters songs:

Daughter Of A Cop; TV Girl

I Hope To Be Around; Men I Trust

Weird Fishes/Arpeggi; Radiohead

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— Y. L. Perspective

My breath got louder and louder each second I ran. With my bento box hitting my hips, bag tossing around, and my skirt flying up, there was no way things could get any worse.

But luckily just around the corner, I spotted students climbing onto it, which made my feet run even faster.

Near late on my first day? Damn, Y/n, way to start your year.

Just then, I heard the sharp hiss of the engine, sending me faster towards the vehicle than I had been pacing myself before. But still, the driver was ignorant, obviously not caring how much I needed this. It wasn't like my parents would take me anyways.

"WAIT..! PLEASE WAIT!" I started on the side of the bus, running side to side with the wheels. After a few seconds of loud disruption, it finally stopped. The break was hard, and students inside were heard making remarks of protest.

Sure, I felt bad for the people who had to get a brake check, but I on the other hand was completely out of breath and near dead. Couldn't they spare me?

"I'm, I'm so.. I'm so sorry I.." My breath is short, and loud while I breathe in and out, trying my best to try and explain my tardiness to the driver. He simply sighs, gesturing for me to seat myself already.

While I stumbled down the aisle, I received a few weird glances from fellow students. Some familiar and some new. I couldn't tell if it was because of my reputation, or because I looked like a hot mess. Either way, it was too early in the morning for one to give a damn. And so, I seat myself next to another student, finally resting from the marathon I had just run.

I sighed, rolling my head back, and placed my fingers on my temples. 'I probably look like a mess right now.' I thought, letting out a huge sigh. Once I sat my fingers back down onto my lap, I observed more of the people I was surrounded by.

Some third years I was familiar with, a few that wouldn't dare speak to me, and some that were strangers. Other second and first years I didn't know at all; throughout high school, I thought it'd be best to stay hidden and introverted, especially if I were to become popular in the music industry. Lots of young stars still went to school, and usually got dirt easily thrown onto their title and that's exactly what I would avoid this year.

Bringing me back to reality, I capture a peek coming from the boy I was seated next to. He had fluffy gray hair and seemed just as tired as me. But the bus was so dark, I couldn't completely make out his features.

"Something wrong?" I said to him.

He jumped a little, adjusting his eyes back down to his phone. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to stare. I just- I think I know you from somewhere."

"Lots of people know me, buddy—" I lifted my head, facing him. 'Hey, this guy does pretty familiar. But there's no way I'd forget a face like his. Then again, I have the memory of an 80-year-old woman.' I think to myself, examining his features in an awkward mood.

"Wow, it is you. (Y/n), it's been quite a while!" He smiled widely, reaching a hand out to me. I only froze, too confused to comprehend the situation. "You have no idea how glad I am to see you're doing well!"

"I-Im sorry?" I question, wondering why a stranger would confront me this way. But something was off— I knew him, I just couldn't remember where from. Maybe from previous classes, or from a concert?

He turns slightly, growing a smile on his pale face. "I was trying to figure out if it was you or not, but it is! It's great to see you're better. How are you?"

"Who are you?" I ask back, a bit frightened.

"Uhm, well, I sat next to you in math class during my first year. Remember? I was a little ditzy, kind of annoying, I never shut up about volleyball..?" He asks, hoping to get a hint of nostalgia. "Come on, you've gotta recognize me, right?"

"Wait, Sugawara!" My finger jumps out, pointing to his sitting figure. "I'm sorry I couldn't recognize you! It sure has been quite a while. But I definitely remember you, now! You were one of the people who talked to me during my first year.. thanks for that. Anyways, how've you been?"

"I think that's my line, L/n." Suga pats my shoulder, then places his hand onto his lap. "You've changed so much! I've gotta know how you're doing!"

"I-I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing in your perspective, but thanks anyway. I've been doing just fine." I explain before a yawn escapes my mouth. Sure, this conversation was energetic, but I certainly wasn't.

"Again, so very sorry for being so forgetful. I don't remember much from first year, especially not anything in math, but I sure do recognize you now." I say, hoping my rudeness from before wouldn't have any effect on how he viewed me. Not that I cared, of course.

Luckily, Sugawara was forgiving that day. With a wide grin, he replies, "No need to apologize. People change drastically during high school; we're no exceptions. Although, I would've enjoyed being mutuals with you throughout most of it! I wonder why I haven't seen you around until today... I believe the last time we had talked was around the last day of first year."

"Yeah, we didn't have any classes together. If we had, I'm sure we would have stirred up a discussion. You seem very kind. " I gently smile, rubbing the nape of my neck. I tend to forget any bad memories, and the beginning of high school sure was a fat one.

"What a shame, you too seem wonderful.." He comments, gazing towards me for a split second, before reverting his focus. "A-anyways, it's a bit of a surprise I saw you here. Have you always ridden the bus? I usually take it in the mornings as well."

"I've actually just moved into this neighborhood. My parents work more hours than ever, so they decided it's best if I'm closer to school so that I can get to school and back quickly." I explain, tapping the sage green bento in my lap, before setting it on my side.

Sugawara nods, understanding the circumstances. "That makes sense. I'm sure you'll enjoy it now that you've got a friend in the neighborhood. Although, a girl like you must be quite familiar, right?"

'Is that intended to be disrespectful, or am I just tripping?' I think to myself, asking him to spell out the meaning of that remark. "I'm sorry, what? A girl like me?"

"Oh, crap! I didn't mean that to sound rude— I meant because of your band! I understand you guys are the talk around school, considering you're getting pretty popular in the field."

A sigh of relief leaves my lips, preparatory to my correction. "Oh, my band. I'm not sure I necessarily make friends, more like connections and acquaintances. Only a couple of students know about the band, and usually just the down-low ones. But enough about me, what about you, hm? I assume still volleyball obsessed."

I had obviously steered in the wrong direction with our conversation, for Suga's aura quickly altered at the mention of the sport. "Eh, I'm not as excited about it as I used to be." He says, along with a hint of dissatisfaction in his raspy voice.

"No way. What happened to cheerful Sugawara who asked me, the lamest, to join the girls' team?" I ask, hoping a bit of that childish personality was still inside the older version of Suga. The one which was taller, more masculine, more of a man than before.

"Honestly, can't tell you. 'Teams has been a mess ever since I've joined." He leans back in his seat, stretching his arms out, before placing them around his neck from behind. "We're hanging on my a very thin thread."

"Dang, that really sucks. You never know, things can always turn out better." I say, doing as he did, and resting against the leather seats.

"Yeah, of course. I guess it's pretty hard to keep going after so many fails, haha." A sad chuckle leaves his mouth, as he sighs.

"Anyway, nice talking. I'm outta take a quick power nap; I barely got sleep last night. Mind waking me up when we get to school?"

"Yeah, of course," Sugawara replies. With that, I'm left with laying music in my ears like always, and nodded off to slumber.

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"Hey, sleepyhead. We're at school," I hear someone say, feeling a tap of a cold finger on my nose. Almost immediately, I shoot up from my position, standing directly above Sugawara while students leave the bus with their bags, having loud discussions of excitement. Was there anything more embarrassing than falling asleep on someone who ghosted you as a friend?

"Dear God, I'm terribly sorry." I panic, brushing down my blue skirt. "That happens on rides, it was a mistake."

"Oh, it's no big deal! Don't worry—" Suga chuckles, standing up from sitting. But before I could let him talk anymore, I started making my way towards the exit of the bus.

"Uhm, I've gotta go! Great talking, though. I'll catch you later, have a good day," I mumble, before frantically leaving the vehicle. 'What a morning.'

— K. S. Perspective

Before I could grant Y/n a polite goodbye, she'd disappeared in just a few seconds. But even so, the measly to,e I'd discussed with her was quite enjoyable. I couldn't believe how much she'd changed.

Long ago, the beginning of high school, Y/n was the type of girl you could barely see, as if she were invisible. I think the only reason I ever even noticed her was because we were seated next to each other in math class, and she immediately caught my attention. But thank goodness I had at least tried making an effort to talk to her, or else we wouldn't have had our conversation this morning. But it wasn't her fault she was so gloomy; supposedly she had lost someone close to her the year before.

Although our talk was brief, it still meant a lot to me. Especially since I was informed that she was finally happy. Looking down at the seat she used, there was a small box with a handle at the top, and a few anime stickers covering it.

'Is this what was making that loud tapping noise on the way here?' I asked myself, examining the box more. Small initials marked 'Y.L.' We're at the bottom, informing me it was Y/n's. At first, I considered handing it to our bus driver, but for the few years I've known him I learned he doesn't return lost things. And so, I leave the bus with it in my hands, ready to start my morning.

"Suga!" I hear a familiar voice call out to me. Looking up, I see my friend, Daichi, and another fellow behind him, Tanaka. The two of them jog towards me, with their scarfs unfolding in the wind. Both I had met in volleyball, and they've been my buddies ever since.

"Hey, Sugawara!" Tanaka exclaims, roughly slapping my back. The bento tosses in my hands, thankfully not spilling onto the floor. Unfortunately, he notices the box and snatches it right out of my hold. "Wow, feeling a bit girly, are we?"

I laugh in response, quickly taking it back. "It's not mine, it belongs to the person who sat next to me today. Hopefully, if I see her again I can give return it."

"Hopefully?" Daichi teases, as we all begin our walk towards the school doors. "Do you know her name?"

"Yeah, her name's Y/n. Know her?"

He lights up at the mention of their name, replying "Oh, I know her! That girl you never shut up about I in first year, correct?"

"Ha, yeah."

Tanaka doesn't understand, digging deeper into the situation. "What?! I've never known good ole' Suga to genuinely have feelings for a girl, unless it was some fling."

"I don't! I used to. There's a difference." I say, as we enter the building.

"If she rides your bus, then why don't you just give it to the driver? She'll probably go looking for it later at the end of the day. That is unless you wanna see her again.." Daichi teases me.

"You see, I would. But the bus driver is sort of a thief, and this girl has had a rough morning as it is. I just wanna be nice." I explain to him. Though a part of me did want to see her again and hope that we could talk longer than we did before.

"Sure you do," Tanaka says, patting our backs. "Listen, this is my stop. I'll catch you guys at practice?"

"Sure thing, bye." We say our farewells, and make our way towards the third-year halls. "What about you, Daichi? Got anything exciting happening this hour?"

"If stressing about volleyball counts, then yes! Most definitely.." He says, clearing his throat. "Watch, like, two people show up."

"Actually, Kiyoko informed us in the group chat that we've got at least four! That's better than last year, right?" I try my best to cheer him up, but it only made him even more nervous. I couldn't blame him. Too much was even more of a burden, but too little was a disappointment and would leave us exactly where we left off.

"It's okay, Suga. I have a lot of faith in our team. I know it's been rough lately, but as long as we try our best, we'll work this out." Daichi smiles, turning towards a separate hallway than mine. "I'm off to homeroom. See you later!"

"Yeah, see ya!" I'm left by myself, giving me more time to focus on what should happen today. - 1st, I have to go through each class and say hi to a couple of familiars, and hopefully not see anyone I've had a conflict with.

- 2nd, I had to give Y/ns bento back to them, but that could only happen if we happened to have a class with each other before, or if we had the same lunch.

- 3rd, volleyball tryouts were this afternoon. I had to make sure and represent myself as a role model, and make it clear I was vice-captain. I wanted nothing more than for the new players to feel safe.

But internally, I knew none of those plans would work out. Especially if I wasn't focused on them. Currently, all I could think about was Y/n, and how refreshing it felt to be around her again. When I was first around her was at the same time when things in my life started to fall apart, and my little crush on her made me feel better about it all. I guess you could say she was my comfort corner, even if she talked to me only once or twice during the week. And sometimes on her bad days, I would be able to at least get a laugh out of her, even if it meant making a complete fool out of myself.

All I wanted was for her not to harm herself or feel lonely, which took a quick turn towards me once the year had ended. Not only had my thing for her end, but my family soon fell apart after my mother had passed away. Of course, I still had my responsibilities like volleyball club and helping my younger sister and my father get through it. But it seemed that everyone would do their own thing, so I did the same. And for a while, I was lonely and didn't cope with the loss very well. Just like Y/n, I distanced myself.

This went on throughout my entire second year of high school, while she on the other hand started to get her life together. She started her band, made and covered a couple of songs, and finally healed from her hard year. Honestly, I didn't even really believe that she was in such a good state, but I was proven wrong today. Ultimately, she truly inspired me to pick myself up and start fresh. And now that she popped up so suddenly, I was back to square one.

'It's been a while, Y/n'

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HEYYY SHAWTYYYS.

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