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Be My Valentine - 9
The Wind, It Held Your Soul
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WW2 AU Soldier!Louis Tomlinson x Doctor!Harry Styles (3/3)
Tw death, implied time period accurate homophobia
Harry swallowed, lump in his throat firmly lodged, hands shaking as he glanced down at the little strip of paper.
18 words. They would be emblazoned across his mind forever. 18 words that changed everything. He still remembered the look Gemma had given him as she handed him the paper.
OR
Harry is widowed in a time he cannot even accept it in public.
A/N: A huge thank you to Ash for helping me figure out the ending! And I love you Nashie and Anna for being there when I was having breakdowns over this! And ofc, ty to Akeyla for holding this fest and these amazing prompts just ah!
Title from Louis’ ‘Holding On To Heartache’!
Harry swallowed, lump in his throat firmly lodged, hands shaking as he glanced down at the little strip of paper.
18 words. They would be emblazoned across his mind forever. 18 words that changed everything. He still remembered the look Gemma had given him as she handed him the paper.
He had run from the stables as fast as he could when he’d heard the cook, Mrs O’Leary calling out to him. It had been months since he’d been sent back after a shell landed at the hospital Harry was working in, onfield. He had been waiting so long. He had thought it was a letter- from-
Louis. His Louis.
A sob racked his body as he bent over, paper crumpling as his fist closed down, nails digging into his palm. The pain was the only thing grounding him right now.
He had to give it everything he had to hold back from screaming. He squeezed his eyes shut, pawing at his eyes with his closed fist. Louis won’t like- wouldn’t- Another wave of anger passed through him as he sobbed, not caring if anyone heard him.
His Louis. The telegram wasn’t even sent to him. Of course it wouldn’t. To them they were nothing. To them they didn’t- couldn’t even exist. None of that mattered. None of it mattered. He wouldn’t even get to hold a funeral for him. He couldn’t face the idea of burying an empty coffin, of having to pretend he was just a coworker- a friend. Like he wasn’t there for the only man he’d ever loved.
He had no idea how long he stayed curled up like that, lost in thoughts of LouisLouisLouis. It was the cold that finally forced him to sit up, head freezing from where he had been resting it against the glass.
He couldn’t even face moving away from the bay window, going near the fireplace. That would involve seeing Louis’ sofa.
Harry remembered how he would climb onto him, slotting himself onto the single-seater, legs tangled with his, toasting crumpets by the fire, sipping the tea Harry didn’t even like but had anyway, just to keep Louis company.
This bay window was Louis’ idea. ‘So we can sit together properly’, he used to say with that grin of his, eyes all crinkled up, ‘Without you squashing me,’- Harry ran his hand over the soft leather, smoothened by the years of use. Everything was his, wasn’t it-
He exhaled shudderingly, distantly surprised when he saw it fogging up in front of him.
His face was cold, tear tracks feeling icy on his skin. He eased his grip on the paper, hugging one of the pillows to his chest as he glanced down,
WESTERN UNION
DEEPLY REGRET TO INFORM YOU THAT CAPTAIN LOUIS TOMLINSON IS OFFICIALLY REPORTED AS KILLED IN ACTION JULY NINTH.
Tears welled up, clouding his vision as he clutched the pillow closer, burying his face in it. He cried loudly, beyond caring if anyone heard him, wailing out Louis’ name plaintively.
He breathed deeply when he pulled back, feeling slightly dizzy. He could have sworn he smelled jasmine and cinnamon. Hints of the Brumes perfume Louis liked- had liked- to wear at home.
Sure, it had said pour femme on the little bottle, he thought with a small, sad smile; but Louis never cared. Neither of them did.
He vaguely registered the insistent knocking on the door and curled up with his back to it, holding on to the pillow.
“Harold. Harry, please.” he heard Gemma say, slowly, like she was measuring each word out, but the slight tremor in her voice gave her away “Harry, don’t isolate yourself. I know- I understand you need space. And time. But this isn’t what Louis would have wanted,”
Harry barely registered what her next words were, all coherent thoughts drowned out by the rush of anger he felt.
“Don’t you take his name, not just to console me,” he shouted, stalking across the room and throwing the door open, “Don’t take his name, Gemma. Not when you brought me this godforsaken piece of paper.” He waved the said paper around, tears milling in his eyes despite the anger he felt. He knew his anger at his sister wasn’t justified, but he couldn’t care less.
“Don’t,” he repeated, voice breaking as he collapsed onto the ground, sitting on his haunches with his head in his hands.
“Louis,” he cried, slumping onto the ground, legs a tangle, the carpet cold under him.
He felt Gemma crouch beside him, whispering something that he didn’t quite understand over his own voice, but he stood up when she did, letting himself be led to the sofa by the fireplace.
She didn’t say anything, just gently combed through his hair as he stared at Louis’ sofa.
Louis’ sofa
It hit him at once, and this time he couldn’t even choke out any sounds. Louis’ sofa which wasn’t his anymore. Where he wouldn’t sit anymore.
Harry was grateful for her silence, her company. He wasn’t sure what he would do if he was left alone right now. He couldn’t fathom why he had wanted her to leave. Not her too-
He felt tears silently run down his face, gruelling visions of Louis alone somewhere, over the Channel, lying in a field threatening to swallow him. He tried to push the thoughts away, curling up into his sister, pulling his feet up, and taking shaky breaths to try and calm himself.
They sat there, Harry quietly hiccupping as he felt his tears dry up, only to be replaced by anger. It wasn’t aimed at Gemma this time, though.
“I didn’t even get the telegram,” he said, voice raspy already, “They didn’t even send it to me. My husband is gone, and they couldn’t even send me a fucking telegram,” His voice was rising, and he felt himself shaking with the intensity of all that he felt.
“Harry,” Gemma breathed out, sighing deeply and choosing not to say anymore. Harry needed to get it out of his system.
“They couldn’t because that would mean acknowledging us. They’re too busy pretending we don’t fucking exist and throwing those who protest into jails. I don’t want to erase him, Gem. I don’t want to erase us,” he broke off, closing his eyes as he bent over, forehead resting on his knees as he finally let himself think of Louis, fresh tears streaming down his cheeks.
“I’m not going to pretend,” he said, toying with the congealed dried eggs on his plate, like it was the most natural conversation to have. Like he hadn’t not said a word for two days. “We’ll hold a proper service for him. And I won’t pretend. I won’t talk about how great a person he was, or what a good soldier he was,”
His voice was raspy from disuse, throat raw from all the crying and screaming he’d done, bouncing between mad anger and complete desolation. He took the glass of orange juice Gemma offered with a silent nod.
She had been an angel, a constant presence, never invading his space, giving him the time he needed to process while still being a rock he could anchor to.
He took a small sip, ignoring the tears that were threatening to spill. He would have time for all that later, but he wanted Louis to have a proper send-off, and so would his sisters. And he knew Louis would have done the same, had the tables been turned. Had it been him killed on the Somme.
He quickly brushed the tears away, almost angry at himself.
“It’s okay if there’s another service, an official one, for everyone else. But I won’t attend it,” he said as firmly as he could in his state, “Everyone who knew, who cared about him- about us- we’ll have a separate service.”
That was all he could muster up the strength to say. Gemma stood up, patting his shoulder and kissing his cheek lightly. “He would be proud,” she whispered, “And so am I. I’ll give you some time. Ring for me if you want to talk,”
He pushed the plate away, watching Gemma’s retreating figure silently. He folded his arms and buried his head in them.
He was used to the silence by now.
He closed his eyes as he threw the last handful of dirt, face tilted up as he let the sun warm his face. The tears coursing down his cheeks still stung against the wind, but the golden glow he saw from behind his eyelids made it just a bit more bearable. He wasn’t sure what he would have done if it was grey and rainy.
Sunny days were Louis’ favorite, Harry thought, biting down on his lower lip. He used to love heading off to Kensington, getting some fresh rolls on their way there and having them by the pond. They always had to sit just a bit too far away, and still got suspicious glares from passersby, but Harry wouldn’t have had it any other way.
None of it changed the fact that Louis was gone and Harry doubted if he would ever entirely come to terms with it. With never seeing his eyes crinkle with laughter, or hear him singing his versions of Vera Lynn’s songs. With never waking up to him sipping his awful unsweetened tea next to him, newspaper rustling as he bent down to kiss him. With never seeing him again.
No, he couldn’t think like that. Louis was always the romantic between them, talks of a beautiful after, free from pain and discrimination and everything they hated being brought up whenever they got even vaguely theological, or drunk, or both.
He couldn’t help but chuckle weakly, thinking back to those evenings together.
Some day, he would see Louis again. The jasmine in the air, with not a bloom in sight was a testament to that.
They would never fade away. But for now, the silence would have to do.
A/N: again, I'm so sorry i don't know what possessed me to write this. Don't go and reread the first post. No matter what
Reblogs are always appreciated 💕
#bemyvalentine2024#bemyvalentineno9#widowed#larry stylinson#tw death#tw implied homophobia#Harry Styles#Louis Tomlinson#WW2 AU#angst#so much angst#hlcreators#hltracks#hlficlibrary#sorry for the ending#larry fics#larry fanfiction#larry angst#one direction
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Dustin’s not blind, he knows the looks between Steve and Eddie aren’t like the ones between Steve and Robin. He can admit that to himself. Dustin isn’t stupid, either, which is why he knows that Steve and Eddie would be horrible together.
He always sits in between Steve and Eddie on the couch when the party has their movie nights and if Eddie asks Steve for the popcorn, Dustin hurries to get them instead.
He walks in on the two of them smiling at each other in family video once and he panics, tells Eddie he needs a ride right now even though he’d planned to hang out with Steve.
It takes a few months but Dustin thinks he’s doing a good job. Steve barely touches Eddie anymore, just smiles at him and jokes. On their movie nights, Steve always puts his arm around Dustin and sometimes when he’s really tired he lets Dustin cuddle into him.
So that’s why Dustin’s a little surprised, that’s all, when he walks into the Harringtons’ kitchen to see Steve completely devouring the face of someone who must be Eddie against the kitchen counter.
“Uh- guys?” He says after awhile when he finally gets his mouth to cooperate with him.
Steve lets go of Eddie as if he’s been burned and turns around slowly. His eyes are wide, pupils blown, but there’s something else there. If Dustin didn’t know Steve better he’d say he looked scared… of him?
And oh, suddenly it all makes sense and Dustin feels like a complete and utter jerk.
They hadn’t stopped flirting or touching, they’d just stopped doing it when he was around because- because they thought he was.. grossed out?
#the angst and misunderstandings in steddie thinking dustin is homophobic#but really he’s just insecure and doesn’t want them to get together and forget about him#let my man dustin be smart AND insecure#dustin henderson#steddie headcanon#steddie#dustin stranger things#steve and dustin#eddie and dustin#tw implied homophobia
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this pride i think its especially important to remember to be safe. if you are in a space where it is unsafe to be out, DO NOT FEEL PRESSURED TO COME OUT OR DO ANYTHING THAT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE OR IS DANGEROUS.
im not saying everyone should be closeted, im saying you shouldnt feel pressured to come out or celebrate or anything. pride is an amazing beautiful thing, but for a lot of people it is not safe to express pride, and you need to make sure to take care of yourselves and make those decisions for yourself.
unfortunately we live in a time where it is still dangerous to be out, especially in certain places. unfortunately we live in a time where there are people out there who think the right response to being queer is violence.
im not trying to scare or influence people into being out or not, im simply saying:
respect every person’s decision on how they choose to celebrate pride as long as it isnt harming anyone else, and take care of yourself by spending pride however you feel comfortable/able/safe.
i love you all sm remember im always a safe space to talk abt anything, no matter how close or not we are <3
#mae-rants#pride#pride month#pride month 2023#tw violence mention#tw implied homophobia#lgbtq#lgbtq+#queer pride
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startijg to hate a texaher cause i said the word faggot loud and clear near him (by accienrt) and he didnt tell me off BUT THEN I SAID 'fuck' AND HE TOLD ME OFF???? SIR???
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Ben Mitchell - causes of PTSD
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Knowing is Safe CH.2
Chapter 2
Fandom: Redacted ASMR
Couple: Geordi/Cutie
1.9 k Words
90% angst 10% comfort ( I actually did the math)
Intilizised words like this are cutie's thoughts. and the way there formated is important so pay attention ( if you have questions don't be afraid to ask)
Also, the beginning might seem a little confusing because I was trying to keep cutie gender neutral which was hard considering the subject.
For the TW I'm putting a lot of it in a category, still listed but I want it to be clear that the things aren't actually having and are just cuties paranoia and anxiety
TW/CW: Paranoia (Robbery, kidnapping, home invasion, intruder, murder, death, blood, being followed, being stalked, being attacked, abandonment)Cursing. Hinted homophobia and transphobia. slef doubt and hatred.
Let me know if I missed a trigger or if you spot any spelling mistakes.
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You looked at the page, unsure why it was so enticing. One of the people looked like you. Or what you want to look like.
Beautiful!
Handsome!
Cool!
Confident!
The other person, the same gender as the other. They were, attractive, you focused on their lips, the ones connected to who you wish to grow up to be.
I want that.
The love?
The kiss?
the body?
All of it.
You want to kiss someone.
Yes.
Anyone?
I think so…
You could experiment!
Experiment?
Kiss girls!
Kiss boys!
Kiss people who want to kiss you!
Do people want to kiss me?
There has to be.
I can kiss anyone, of any gender?
I can kiss anyone, of any gender!
I can be anyone, of any gender.?
I can be anyone, of any gender!
If it'll make us happy!
I want to kiss-
“Pumpkin! We need to talk!”
Shit!
Was she listening?
She's always listening.
I hate her.
I love her.
She protecting us.
She's spying on us.
You make your way down the stairs, your mom has a sour look on her face.
“Pumpkin, you can't be having those thoughts. It's umm- those thoughts are not good for you.”
“Why?
“BECAUSE!”
Your father's hand lands on your mom's, calming her.
Thank you, dad.
“Because they lead to… experimenting, and we don't want you to get caught up in that kind of stuff. It’s not for you.”
PRESENT
“Everything’s normal. Human, unpowered normal. Our relationship went back in time, we both kind of ignored that I'm a telepath, that we’re just two normal people in a normal relationship. We’re happy."
No, we're not.
Yes, we are.
We have to be.
For Geordi.
It makes him happy.
So it has to make us happy.
Does it make him happy?
It has to.
“But what about those thoughts you mentioned last week? You mentioned how you don't ever feel safe. Could you elaborate on that?”
He remembered?
Of course, he remembered it was his job.
But we don't want him to.
Then lead him away.
Say it was an accident.
Say it was a lie.
Tell him the truth.
DON'T!!
Tell him you forgot your meds!
“Oh, did I say that? I actually forgot to take my anxiety medication, so we can move on from that.”
He sighed.
Why did he sigh?
He looks disappointed.
I should read his mind.
NO!
Geordi hate’s that.
Hates you.
Just focus on the session.
Wait whys is he on his phone?
He's texting someone.
Does he know?
Is he going to tell someone?
Will I be fired?
I'm gonna be fired.
That doesn't make sense.
They don't trust me.
What if they see me as a threat?
What if they lock me away?
Then Geordi wouldn't be safe.
He'll miss me.
Not if they erase his memory.
They wouldn't.
They would.
If they did it'd be good.
Good?
Geordi would finally be free.
Of you.
Of your powers.
Of the magical world.
You hear that?
What?
You zone back into the world, hearing your work-assigned therapist clear his throat.
“ Even if that's the case your supervisors have started to take notice of how you've changed. Your paperwork is hard to understand and when speculating on a case you jump to wild conclusions that hurt the case. You're less social than before and you've become very panicked by the smallest things. You've also refused to use your powers. These actions have been recorded by D.U.M.P for the past two months. It's clear to me that your recent mood isn't the cause of missed medication but something else.”
Your breathing rises, you try to steady it, hide that what he's saying bothers you, your thoughts are so jumbled you can't make much out other than panic.
“ And from what you've told me I think the cause is the absence of using your power. Up until 2 months ago, you were in constant use of your power. And from what I understand that was the result of your mother's abuse-”
“She didn't abuse me!”
Did she?
No.
But he's the expert.
He didn't live it.
He doesn't understand.
Maybe that's good.
What?
She was protecting us.
That's what you think.
Because she taught you that.
He's right.
NO, HE'S NOT SHE LOVED ME!!
Yes, she did.
Still does.
But what she did is still wrong.
“I'm sorry for using that word. Let me restart. Your mother raised you with a toxic belief, that you could only be safe if you knew what others were thinking, she used this as an excuse to constantly be in your head, not giving you a moment of privacy. When you applied this belief to your relationship you learned how this belief hurt others, so you tried to stop, cold turkey. This has caused you to become extremely anxious and paranoid. As your therapist, I think you do need to become comfortable in your own head, comfortable not constantly reading people's minds. I would also suggest you talk with your partner, I think couples therapy would benefit your relationship. Oh, it appears that our time-”
You were out of the room before he could say goodbye. You rushed to collect your stuff. You always had therapy right after work so you could leave right after. You rush to the parking garage.
Car? car!? where’s my car!?!
It's over there.
Where?
I don't see it.
It was stolen.
It was broken into.
No, it's there.
I see it.
Hurry!
Wipe your tears.
Call Geordi.
No!
Wipe your tears.
Calm down!!
It's not that serious.
Wipe your tears.
You can't drive like this.
Slow your breathing.
Call Geordi.
Ask him to pick you up.
Phone, where?
Purse.
Dial his number.
No contacts are faster.
Wait!
What if the car is bugged!?
It’s not.
But it is!
All your gonna do is call Geordi.
But that's how he knows.
The therapist.
He's listening.
He's not a telepath.
Isn't he?
No, he's a stealth.
So he’s watching.
No!
He's not doing anything to you!
I can't drive.
Take a taxi.
No, I'll be kidnapped.
Train!
Ok.
Where's the train station?
Right.
Left!
I look lost.
You look like an easy target.
There! train station!
Did you lock the car?
Yes.
No!!
Someone will break in.
Steal your car.
I locked it.
No.
You should have driven home.
I can't.
I'm…
Crying.
Not trustworthy.
With?
My self.
So? You don't matter.
SHUT UP!
People are looking.
No their not.
Read their minds!!
No.
They want to hurt us!!
No.
You missed your stop!!
When!?!
Just now!!
No.
map! map! map!
I didn't, it’s the next one.
People hate you.
You should run away!
Just start taking random trains!!
No.
Why?
Because people care for me.
Do they?
Geordi-
He doesn't.
My coworkers-
Are just co-workers.
You don't even have friends.
It's our stop!!
Get off!!
Go left!!
Right!!
Are we lost!?!?
No!
I know this place.
Behind you!!!
What!?!?!
Were being followed!!!
Don't look!!!
Read their mind!!!
No!!
Keep walking home.
Grab your pepper spray!!!
I can't find it!!!!
Hurry they're getting closer!!!
There’s another one!!!!
In Front of you !!!!!
They're gonna attack you!!!!!
Hurry!!!!!
I got it!!!!!
Wait
Their friends.
Meeting each other.
Of course.
Stupid.
Stupid.
What a fucking selfish idiot.
Not everything is about you.
Nothing is ever about you.
Wipe your tears!
Look.
Geordi’s car.
He’s home!
Is he?
“Geordi?”
Nothing.
Silence!
He’s not here!!
But his car.
He was taken!!!
He's dead!!!!
You couldn't protect him.
You killed him.
You ruined his life.
No! He is alive!
He's alive.
You yell out for him again, your voice shaking heavily as you walk toward your bedroom door.
Open the door.
Don't!
His dead body is behind that door.
Blood everywhere.
NO!!!
He's here!
He's alive!
I know it!
How?
I just do.
No, you don't.
You don't even know if there's an intruder in your house.
Is there an intruder?!
No.
Yes!!!!!
How else would Geordi die?
Open the door!
Wipe your tears!
You open the door, relaxing for a second when you find it empty, but then your brain starts working again.
Where is he?!?!?!
He's hurt!!
He ran away.
He was taken!!!
He left because he hates you and couldn't stand to be around a selfish idiot freak
Selfish idiot freak.
Selfish.
Idiot.
Freak.
Unlovable.
Alone.
Alone.
Don't wipe your tears.
You deserve this.
You are a monster.
Monster.
Disgusting.
You're so far in your head you're unaware that your thoughts are now words. Unaware of everything happening around you. You don't hear the door to the garage open of Geordi talking to you.
“Cutie, is that you? I heard you come in, but I didn't hear your car. I passed a farmers market on my way home earlier, I got a deal on your favorite fruit. I went to go grab it from the garage. Where are you? Oh there yo-”
Your trance loosens when you hear a wooden crate fall on the floor, wiping your head around to see your boyfriend quickly trying to get over the fallen boxes. He's rushing to you.
He's going to kill you!!!!!!!
No, he wants to help.
Why?
You ruined him!
Ruined everything!
I love him!!
He loves me!!
He's safe.
He's my safe space.
He not gonna hurt us.
He is safe.
You fall into his arms when he gets close enough, your arms wrap around his squeezing him as you cry into his chest, repeating his name.
“Cutie, cutie? What- what wrong?”
“I thought you were dead. That, someone, broke in, and killed you, and- and I couldn't- I- you were dead.”
“What, babe, what made you think that!? Were you threatened? What happened?”
Geordi tries to look for any sign you were harmed. the movement is sudden, startling you into raising your voice, trying to let out your frustration, trying to shut the voices up.
“I Don't Know! I just - they- I just- nowhere is safe- I can- it hurts! I don't want to hear it anymore- it hurt so much i- I can't stand it- i- please- please help!”
“Okay- okay cutie, why do I do, what do you need?”
“I don't- I don't know-maybe-no I can't -i - but it hurts- he hates it-but it hurts. I-can I? In your head?”
The worry that stained his face started to blend with surprise.
“Yes, yes, go ahead.”
You look into his eyes wanting so hard to just jump into his head, to leave your thoughts behind, but you can't.
Don't.
He'll hate you.
Don't!
He'll hate you!
Don't!!
He'll hate you!!
Don't!!!
He'll hate you!!!
Don't!!!!!
He'll hate you!!!!!
You start to slide down Geordi falls you down, gently holding you, not controlling you just supporting you. You cry harder.
“Ok- ok cutie, I've got you.”
“I just- I don't - I'm so lost- I can't- i- fuck!”
“Shh, it's ok, love- I'm here ok? You don't need to talk. I- you can tell me everything when you- when your calm down and you're ready.”
Geordi gently places his hands on either side of your face, lightly guiding your face to his. You can see how his eyes water and the way his lip quivers.
You did that.
You hurt him.
You try to look away but Geordi prevents that.
“Cutie, don't go there. I don't- I don't know what you thinking but- but don't. Stay here, I've got you. Okay”
You nod as tears sting your cheek hot. Geordi moves his hands, engulfing you in a hug. His arms on your back, moving up and down. You focus on it, the feeling, the sound, focus on Geordi.
He's here.
He's holding us.
He's here.
Here.
Here.
Safe.
Home.
He's home.
He loves us.
Your eyes drift closed, exhausted, you let sleep take over, finally feeling safe enough to be vulnerable.
#angst#redacted angst#redacted asmr#redacted geordi#redacted cutie#geordi x cutie#tw paranoia#tw stalking#tw blo0d#tw intrusive thoughts#tw home invasion#tw implied violence#tw implied child abuse#tw implied homophobia#tw implied trauma#tw implied transphobia#tw breakdown#cw cursing#tw death#tw abandonment#Please read above for more tw info#Knowing is Safe
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Square: C2: Empty Notebooks
Title: New Addition
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 5083
Ship(s): Jargyle
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: Jargyle Bingo, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Trans Male Character, Trans Jonathan Byers, Pregnancy, Pregnant Jonathan Byers, Jargyle baby!, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Men Crying, Anxious Argyle, non-graphic birth, Family Feels, Light Angst, Insecurity, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Gender Dysphoria, just a little
Summary: Jonathan and Argyle have been married for a while, and they're stable enough to consider finally having children. Jonathan decides to carry their first himself, and together they embark on the difficult but worthy journey of Jonathan's pregnancy.
Ao3 Link
For @jargyle-bingo
#Jargyle Bingo#jargyle#argyle st#jonathan byers#stranger things#fanfic#tw pregnancy#trans jonathan byers#tw implied abuse#tw implied homophobia#Another square!
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@aemiron-main I don't know if you've said this before already, but is it possible that Lonnie was contacting Brenner?
Henry said that he already knew Brenner before killing Virginia, specifically because Virginia wanted Brenner to 'fix' him,
But by the "sensitive boy" parallel, we know that Virginia and Lonnie had the same justification for hating their sons,
And I think it was you who at some point said Will already knew Brenner (not to mention El already knowing Will, though In not sure if that's related)
And Lonnie lived in Hawkins too before leaving, so maybe Will and Brenner knew eachother through him?
#tw implied homophobia#tw homophobia#tw child abuse mention#tw child abuse#stranger things#stranger things theories#stranger things theory
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Me yay finally a cosplay for those rainbow suspenders I bought who knows how long ago
Realizes that he would've probably been killed for wearing them
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Be My Valentine - 4
With Your Hand In Mine
(G) 900 words
WW2 AU Soldier!Louis Tomlinson x Doctor!Harry Styles (2/3)
Tw implied time period accurate homophobia
“You have got to stop fiddlin’ wit’ those,” Niall snapped, swatting his hand away from the posy of lavenders in his breast pocket.
“They’re wonky,” Louis frowned.
“I’m sure those flowers’ll be the last thing on Harry’s mind right now.”
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Louis is about to marry Harry. And he simply can't wait.
A/N: Part 2 of the ww2 AU! idk why but i love this sm. If stuff falls into place (read: my schedule allows) I might make them a recurring thing!)
Title from Louis' 'We Made It'
Louis stood in front of his mirror, anxiously smoothing down the lapels of his jacket, He glanced out of the window, eyes roving over the expanse of green. If he squinted, he could just make out the spot by the thicket of pine.
The spot where they were going to get married. He felt his stomach twist with excitement, but all of it was tinged with an irrational fear of someone somehow finding out. He was loath to accept the fact that he could never acknowledge the union, let alone dream of actually being somewhere with him, out.
But they didn’t need a piece of paper from the city hall or the church.
They were in love. And all the people that mattered to them knew and supported them. What more could Louis ask for?
Louis stood at the top of the staircase with Niall, going over his vows one last time. They had written their own, and he absolutely did not want to forget a word.
Niall was a good lad. He had met him when he had been to Ireland on a hunting trip with some cousins of his that he never wanted to go to in the first place. Looking back now, he was grateful he did.
He had met Niall at the pub, and they had fallen into an easy conversation. When Louis had mentioned a vacancy at the local newspaper one of his friends owned, Niall had jumped at the chance. He had moved to London shortly after, renting out a place close to him and Louis couldn’t have been more glad for the company.
He was one of the first people who wasn’t family whom they had trusted with his and Harry’s relationship. He had contacts with the local police for his work, and while Harry had been hesitant, it was a risk Louis had been willing to take. He had grown to trust Niall completely.
Niall had taken a bit of time to get used to it, to accept it (it had been an intense few days, Louis nearly jumping out of his skin whenever someone knocked at his door). Still, he had come around fully, even putting forward ideas for an underground newsletter he could help write for.
“You have got to stop fiddlin’ wit’ those,” Niall snapped, swatting his hand away from the posy of lavenders in his breast pocket.
“They’re wonky,” Louis frowned.
“I’m sure those flowers’ll be the last thing on Harry’s mind right now.” Niall pursed his lips, cracking a small smile when Louis nodded back, “Okay now, one last time, then we’ll head out,”
Louis rushed across the lawn, skirting puddles formed by the rain overnight. The sky was a clear and dazzling blue now, though, and Louis hoped it would stay that way.
He rushed to hug his sisters, who were setting up the chairs. All of them expressed their excitement for Harry and him, and he knew he was lucky to have a family like this, all of it, and felt tears welling up. He had to hold back from breaking down completely, feeling like iron bands were tightening around his chest when they brought up their mum.
He missed her terribly. He still remembered the day he had told her about Harry when she was proposing his debut into London society. Much like the rest of the people they had told, she had been quick at putting aside her initial prejudices, accepting and supporting him, even going as far as to make them all skip sermon where the preacher was to talk about the fate that met the ‘homosexuals’ despite her receiving flak for it from the neighbours afterward.
All the memories came flooding back, making the moment bittersweet. He regretted that she wasn’t here, that she couldn’t give them her blessing, but Louis was grateful she had gotten to meet Harry and had grown to love him. He had to hold on to the good times, that’s what she would have wanted.
He gently drew away, going to greet the rest of the lads, thanking them effusively for their help. It was by no means an official ceremony, but they could still get in trouble if word was to somehow get out. All of them were putting themselves at risk just being there, and Louis was once again hit by a wave of gratitude.
They had debated about wheeling about the piano from the parlor, Harry refusing point blank to attract any unnecessary attention, even though the estate spanned more area than any neighbor’s ears possibly could.
He was regretting giving in to Harry right now. Watching him walk down the row between the chairs, the small handful of guests smiling at him, arm interlinked with Anne’s. He would have given anything to have Mendelssohn’s notes floating up as he took Harry’s hand, smiling at Anne.
He took in the lavenders tucked into his breast pocket, mirroring his own, wanting to say something but feeling like the words were stuck in his throat. He truly was speechless.
His smile widened as Niall came forward with the open ring boxes, metal glinting in the sunlight.
Harry was going to be his husband.
Louis really couldn’t ask for anything more.
A/N: Reblogs are always appreciated 💕
#bemyvalentine2024#bemyvalentineno4#wedding vows#larry stylinson#fluff#lots of fluff#tw implied homophobia#Harry Styles#Louis Tomlinson#They’re getting married yay#larry fic#larry fanfic#larry fanfiction#hlcreators#hltracks#hlficlibrary#trackinghome#one direction#1d
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for the @allvalley100 prompt Star Crossed! (tw: implied homophobia)
Never let it be, never let it be,
But why should I care what anyone else thinks?
Daniel's holding onto Johnny's sweatshirt sleeve, his breath fogging up the cold, misty air. "I'm willing to take the heat. Please, please, Johnny, just..." he breathes shakily in and out, tears blunt and cold on his cheeks.
"Daniel, I..." Johnny started. Shook his head. He wasn't even looking at him. "I can't have you getting hurt again by being so stupidly bold. I care about you too much..."
Never let it be, never let it be,
But why should you care what anyone else thinks?
#this one's angsty ik but i'll make a fluffy one probably#tw implied homophobia#tw homophobia#tkk#ck#lawrusso#daniel larusso#johnny lawrence#all valley 100#rose's tkk rambles
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Dear diary
:readmore:
Things are very shit right now, i don't know if they will get any better, maybe not, maybe yes, i don't know if i should care at this point, part of me thinks that it would all be better if i just completely desapeared, maybe from the country, maybe from the continent, maybe from the face of earth. . But i gotta keep going you know? There is a lot of things i want to do here, there is promises i made that i would preffer to keep, i would preffer to acomplish them, it would make me happy to know i did that right, it would.
Well also i wanna show the world what i am made of, and i do not mean flesh and bones and blood and all of that gross stuff, i mean, creatively you know? I got so many ideas i wanna share, there are so many things i wanna say that i don't want to go unsaid. . . But it's getting kinda hard lately, when so many bad things happen all at once you feel like death is knocking at your door, or that you yourself are knocking on death's door asking for her to let you in.
I have friends yes, they are pretty great, i have a wonderful partner, i would like to say that they are beautiful but i have never seen them, so i am just gonna say that they are, not that it matters. . . Who tought i'd get this far? Not me that's for sure
At this point it surely seems like i got everything on my favor like one of those underdogs in movies, but eh, i am very poor, my parents cannot afford much, we have to be thankful of what we have, but i still wish we had more, sometimes is scary to look at the gabinets and find there is little to eat, once we had to visit my granmother often cause my dad's asshole boss didn't do shit about or situacion. . . Also my parents are not the best. . . I love them, i think they love me, but they have issues
Many issues
They refuse to aknolodge them
My mom says she would never hurt me, i know she means it, i see it in her eyes, she does it regarless, unaware that she is doing it
If God truly does exist i wish for them to show my mother that what she is doing isn't any good
Goodbye Diary
I love you <3
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Gay 🫵
..I am not. Don't you ever say that to me again.
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Married to My Best Friend by Riley Hart
Read time: 1 Day
Rating: 4/5 Stars
The Quote: “How do I go about getting my card?”
“Queer people are magic, baby. We just know. It’ll arrive via unicorn in ten business days.” — Caden and Alex
Warnings: Implied Homophobia
Married to my Best Friend follows Alex Bailey and Caden Hall on their story of a drunken marriage in Vegas, FriendsWhoAreMarriedMoon in Puerto Vallarta and Caden's world-shaking realisation. Alex and Caden are playing on a couple of tropes tied to unrequited love, queer identity and childhood emotional trauma(? look some people should never get married). That may sound heavy but it isn't Riley Hart can play for keeps and through emotional haymakers but that isn't her game here this is just short, fun and kinda sweet. I do wish it was longer, drawn out their tension deserved it.
The prologue begins when they are twelve with Caden introducing them, their relationship and his own circumstances. Moves to them at fourteen when Edward Hall makes some homophobic comments to Caden about Alex and we are shown just how close Caden and Alex are. And ends with them at sixteen Alex experimenting with his sexuality, hurting them in the process and containing the line “Promise me something… that you won’t ever lie to me again, and that we’ll always be best friends, no matter what.” (Caden). Honestly, it's a simple but effective prologue that tells the reader much about their childhoods and bond. I appreciate the way the whole book is written. It feels like they are walking toward each other on a tightrope despite their promises of friendship for life. What creates that tightrope is the damage that losing each would do psychologically. Do we know where this is going? Yeah but it's the ride.
The aborted marriage between Jack and Alex is mutual and perfectly timed, they were both in love with others and it feels like they were carrying to distract themselves from their unrequited attraction. We really never get a good read on Jack with Alex only thinking about Caden and his own doubts and Caden his misunderstood jealously. I can see Jack turning up in his own novella at some point. One of the most interesting in the story for me is Gladys, the woman Alex and Caden meet on the plane. Her story and experiences are so painful but I appreciate her message, one that Caden takes to heart. The whole way Caden comes to his realisation is amusing to me, he's a possessive b**tard.
Despite the short length I still want to add quotes. Including Gladys' story.
“I am. I’m an independent woman.” She smiled. “And I’m glad… that the wedding didn’t happen. Not everyone has a choice or is lucky enough to find the person they’re meant to be with, and even if they do, they don’t always get them. I didn’t end up with the love of my life… his name was Harry. His dad used to work for mine. We were different, and back then, those differences mattered more than they do now— class and such. My family came from money, and his didn’t. My parents caught us together and forced me to break it off with him. I was devastated, but… girls like me just didn’t disobey their parents back then.
“I ended up in a… situation, if you know what I mean. It happened before we broke up. We were going to run away together. I packed a bag and went to meet him, but Harry didn’t show up. He’d been hit by a car and didn’t survive. It just about killed me.” She wiped a tear from her eye. “Anyway, my parents wanted to send me away to deal with my situation, and I went, but didn’t do what they wanted. I raised our baby girl on my own and told her all about her daddy.” — I know this is a super long quote but I love Gladys' story. She is one of those rare female characters in an mm romance story who is not related to either of the protagonists but cannot be ignored. She has her own story and message. The start of this is in reaction to Caden asking her "Are you traveling her alone?" (Gladys)
I straightened my arm, looked at the band on my finger. I was married. To Alex. My Alex. I smiled. Why the fuck I was smiling, I didn’t know, but I couldn’t stop myself. My mouth suddenly had a mind of its own, and the bastard was stubborn, because no matter how many times I tried to frown or relax, it didn’t work. — This is a sweet moment for me. This is the start of Caden's realisation. He's just staring at his ugly ass wedding ring and starting to hope it was real. (Caden)
“Did you like it? Kissing me?”
“I liked it so much, I ache to do it again.”
His response stole my damn breath. I didn’t know what to do, what to think. This would likely backfire big-time. There were so many reasons why I shouldn’t consider this… but it was Caden. — Not the only time Caden makes Alex want to decide to throw caution to the wind and risk their friendship. But this is most tempting. This is after Caden made his move in a serious way. It's the last line that makes this. (Alex and Caden)
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Uh-oh. Poor, very awful and not-so-smart thing to say there, nonnie....
"FREEZE!"
Within mere minutes of that being said, Snowy's ice laser suddenly turns in the anon's direction and blasts an ice beam towards them, suddenly freezing them into a mere ice statue.
The Nonnie-Ice-Statue then falls over onto the sidewalk. It thankfully doesn't crack and break, but it WILL make getting up or thawed out very hard.
"Alright, now... back to what I was doing!"
And he goes back to driving through the streets, loudly honking his horn and making sure his pride flags are visible at all times.
#💫 Snowstorm of Destruction Mark III ( IC )#💫 we just got a letter! ( ask )#💫 sick shades! ( anon )#homophobia implied tw#tw implied homophobia#ask to tag#<- just in case!
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It’s not fair that just being who we are is considered a political statement.
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