#where he wasn't reminded every day of all his grief and everything he blamed himself for

[justabrunettewhowrites-stuff]

Can I be the first(I think) to request a fourth wing/iron flame fanfic?Basically fem!reader and liam were together,but when liam dies that day,she blames Violet and it escalates from there? 💀💀 Hopefully that made sense.

'Where are you,Li?'

Liam Mairi x Fem!Reader

A/N:First Fourth Wing/Iron Flame post!Hi lovely!Ty for requesting.I kinda lost motivation to write.And LIAM MY POOR BABY 😭😭 This is also vv sucky bc I wrote it more in the pov of the character instead of focusing on her arguing w violet,but yeah I haven't written in a while so I'm back now.Also I LOVE the books.

In the aftermath of Liam's tragic death, the world seemed to lose its color. His absence echoed in every corner of your heart, leaving you hollow and shattered. You clung desperately to memories of his laughter, his touch, anything to keep his essence alive within you.

But the pain was unbearable, consuming you like wildfire. Deigh's departure only deepened the void, for the bond between Liam and his dragon was irreplaceable. It was as if a part of your soul had been torn away, leaving you adrift in a sea of grief.

The ache in your chest twisted into something darker, something primal. You couldn't shake the feeling that Liam's death wasn't just a cruel twist of fate, but a deliberate act of betrayal. And the cause of your rage, your anguish, was Violet Sorrengail.

And then, amidst the chaos, she was there - Violet Sorrengail,the woman whose very presence had brought destruction upon your world.In a moment of clarity, fueled by rage and anguish, you turned to face her, your eyes burning with an intensity born of sheer desperation.You saw the guilt in her eyes,the sheer terror painted upon her face,her eyes full of tears, the shadow of remorse that haunted her every step. But it wasn't enough. It could never be enough.

You found yourself standing before Violet, trembling with a mixture of sorrow and fury. Her presence was like a dagger to your heart, a constant reminder of everything you had lost.

"It should have been you!" you screamed, the words tearing from your throat like shards of glass. "Liam died protecting you, and for what?For nothing!"

But Violet could only stare back at you, her expression a mask of sorrow and regret. She knew the truth of your words, knew that Liam had sacrificed himself to save her.

But even if the world burned around you, even if the echoes of your grief filled the air, there would be no solace to be found. Liam was gone, lost to you forever, and nothing could ever bring him back.

But a part of you knew that this was only the beginning.The road ahead would be fraught with peril and uncertainty,as you embarked on a journey of vengeance and redemption unlike any other. For Liam, for Deigh, and for the love that had been torn from your grasp, you would stop at nothing to make those responsible pay the ultimate price.

He was there.Always.But now,you were alone,sad and cold,his warm embrace no longer.You couldn't even bear to visit his grave,it was too painful.Every time you did,the memory-the horror of his death-haunted you and that memory pierced your chest like a thousand daggers.

It was supposed to be you and Liam-forever.But it all came crashing down because of her.Something inside you broke and snapped that day,and a primal need for vengeance rose instead.

You didn't know what it was,why you felt so dark suddenly...but it felt good.You guessed it's true what they say about heartless people-They have nothing to loose anymore.

But even so,you would often find yourself wondering "...Where are you,Li?" wondering if he was watching over you,if he was there...

#fourth wing #fem y/n #liam mairi #liam mairi x reader #x y/n #x you #x reader #fourth wing by rebecca yarros #rebecca yarros #iron flame #xaden riorson #violet sorrengail #angst with a sad ending #angst #fanfic #basgiath war college #tw death #tw sad shit #x yn #x you angst #tairneanach #violet and tairn #tairn and andarna #violet sorrengail and liam mairi #female y/n #fem x fem #my post #my writing

[siccariushahni]

GRIEVING.

Pairing: Miguel O'hara x F!Reader.

Wc: 1,5k

Disclaimer: Angst, mention of death, grief, good ending. If i forgot anything please let me know!

The heavy weight forming on your chest as you first stepped onto the HQ in the morning were almost an understatement, a heavy cloud of resentment and something more that you couldn't really say, maybe some type of presentment or apprehension; something felt so wrong and god knows what really was.

It seemed that everyone on the field knew what were happening but you. Everything seemed pale, lifeless, like if a silence vow have been made without your knowledgement. You didn't heard a single word from anyone, not even a chitter-chatter from afar, their expressionless faces rathering to look on the ground than to you.

Your paces were filled with uncertainty as you headed to Miguel's office, the infinity of empty corridors on your path made your already tight chest ache for any kind of answer. Where were everyone? God, it even looked like someone had.. died?

Everything stopped on that right moment, your throat became dry like a desert and something clicked on your head, suddenly it all made sense. Your fingers trembled with fear and worry with the slighest idea of what was actually happening. Your legs ached for a break as you ran towards the office's big doors, mustering all the remaining strength you had to open them. The sight of the empty plataform made your heart sink to your stomach and Lyla's apologetic eyes didn't made it any better.

'How could i forget about it?' You repeated it to yourself as a form of self-flagellation, today were the day where Gabi passed away, it was Miguel's fifth year without her but time didn't made it any easier and you knew that too well. You were the one who were supposed to take care of him on that exact day, like you did a year ago and the year before. You were the only one Miguel really allowed himself to trust, to show this side of him; all his vulnerability, his weaknesses and how he really blamed himself for what happened.

Unfortunately things this year weren't the same as before. It's been eight months since Miguel had broken up with you. His words still resonating on your chest, the guilt and the fear on this man's shoulders were something that corroded him from inside out. The incessant thought that he would be the reason of your inevitable fate haunted him every night; the fear of losing you, hurting you. He couldn't bear it. And lamentably there were nothing you could do to change his mind, not even all the kisses and reasurrement words you could give him, your eyes burned with just the mere reminder.

You quickly typped Miguel's cordinades on your gizmo, jumping on the wide open portal without a second thought.

"Wait-" Lyla called your name in a hush, her voice echoed on the background as you were transported to his flat, the one you two shared so much intimate moments. You had to brush all the remembrance away as your eyes darted around the room, all the lights were off. The darkness felt empty, it was harrowing.

"Miguel..?" You voice went like a whisper, the fear of being too loud and breaking something that didn't had repair. Something inside your old lover and his broke self.

Such careful steps, like the floor would break apart as a thin layer of ice in a frozen lake. You knew he were here, even if he pretended not. The sound of his broken heart resonated within you.

Something crashed inside you as you had finally reached his room. You would never see the man you love as a being who deserved pity, he would never want that. Knowing Miguel as much as you did he would rather be a dead man than someone who's seen like miserable; but even trying so much there wasn't other word to better describe the sight.

The usual big and imposing Miguel O'hara, the man who held the responsability of taking care of all the multiverse, so many lives, all the canon bullshit which he tried with all his might to maintain. Now lowered to the resemblance of a wounded animal.

The extremely large body shrunk in the corner of the room, the eyes who had looked at you with such passion on the past now were full of remorse; deep dark circles like you've never had seen on him, thick tears rolling down by his cheekbones and soaking his t-shirt. The lips you used to whisper sweet-nothing's against, to kiss so passionately, now quivered with such heavy sobs; the effort he made on trying to contain them were almost palpable. He held Gabriela's favorite cloth doll for dear life, pressing it against his chest; his claws unconsciously opening small holes on the thin fabric.

Every breath you took felt like a bunch of needles scratching inside of your lungs, it hurted like hell seeing the man you loved in such suffering, you really wished you could take his pain to yourself to free him of all that madness fate put him on. His eyes averted your face, maybe shame, longing, you couldn't say.

"It's okay.." the sweetness in your tone made him shudder, he craved your touch, your care, your embrace, you. The way only you managed to rid him off of his misery. How this poor man spent nights on trying to keep your smell on his things, how he missed the sound of your voice when talking to him, to wake up in the morning and seeing the sunrise kissing your soft skin while you kept dreaming. Oh poor, Miguel..

You expected him to push you, to hiss, to send you away at least to show how your presence was not desired here. But your walls came down as he settled himself between your legs, his immense trembling body trying to poorly hide on your small figure; your arms surrounded him so fast, holding him tight against your chest. "It's all my fault.." He stuttered between sobs, his voice so low and hoarse, almost like he stood screaming his pain away for hours now.

A hot little puddle formed in the chest of your suit, his tears touching your skin so softly that you couldn't bare to hold a cry, your emotions failed you on trying to be his strength. "I lost her and then you.. I failed you, I-I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.. " he trembled inside your arms, your grip on him just increasing.

A small kiss were placed on his forehead, your shaky hands caressing the nape of his neck so slowly as you poured your heart on every touch. "You could never loose me, Miggy. Never. I know that you did what you thought was better for me, for us. There's nothing to be sorry about." his grip on your suit so light, he didn't felt worthy of your forgiveness, or touching you, not after seeing how much you suffered because of his decisions.

His head snapped from your chest, his glossy eyes finally facing you after what seemed like years. His lips moving so uncertain of what his heart begged to be said. "I.. I love you, I-I'll never be able to not love. To look at you and not feel that I ruined everything. Gabi would've hated me for what I did to you-"

"Don't ever say that again." you interupted him, your lips pressed in a line as you tried to hold the tears back. "Don't ever dare to think she would hate you, she loved you until her last breath." his big hands came on top of yours, squeezing them so weakly as you tried to remain still. "Maybe you've made mistakes, but you don't deserve being punished like this. You're human, Miguel. You already learned what you needed to, you failed and then you fixed what you could. Please stop torturing yourself.."

You brushed back a lock that fell over his tired crimson eyes, your thumb caressing his features as your heart pleaded for you to remember every small detail that you may had forgot on this months apart. His eyes darted from yours to your slightly wounded lips. If only maybe he allowed himself to get closer to you, to kiss you.. God, how did you missed kissing him.

Your breath hitched as his lips brushed sweetly against yours, so close but at the same time so far. "I.." his words faltered. "Please.." he searched for any doubts on your eyes, on your words. You nodded absentmindedly, your thoughts went numb. You craved it for so long.

The tip of his tongue grazed your lower lip, a supplicate for entrance, to remember your lovely taste. Your eyes closed and your mouth slightly opened, a single shiver running down your spine as you molded yourselves into each other, so familiar. Suddenly the room feelt so small, there wasn't enough place for all the buried emotions.

Painfully you had to separate against your will, both lungs begging for oxygen, foreheads leaning against eachother. "Please, don't leave.." he placed his palm on your cheek, cuping your face so perfectly like you've been tailor made for him.

"I'll not.." his face returned to your chest, hiding itself while his body leaned on yours. Both of you stood there, between caresses and sweet words, until his crying stopped and he feel asleep on you, the ground never felt so good before.

#miguel x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x spiderwoman!reader #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #f!reader #atsv miguel #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara x you

[marshmallowprotection]

Amen by Amber Run for Cowboy au Jihyun. Specifically his grief and guilt over Rika's death. I am not okay

Sometimes, I can't help blaming You For leaving me here, what am I supposed to do? There's plenty of women, there's drink and there's drugs But we both know that won't be enough 'Cause I see You in the daytime, and I hear You at night There's a pale imitation burnt in my eyes I don't wanna be here, I don't know what to do Sometimes I'd rather be dead, at least then I'm with You

This is the one universe I have where Rika ultimately and tragically loses her life. It's a bittersweet ending for her, one where she had a taste of everything that she wanted, but she gave it all away in the name of making sure those boys had the opportunity to have a taste of it. too. Even if they were only able to have a day or two of it after she lost her life, she thought it was worth it. But, that sacrifice was similar to the one Jihyun's mother made.

His mother gave up her life to protect him from a fire, and she knew it would be worth it every time to save her son. But, he is the one who has to live with the grief and shame every day. Rika and his mother died because people had a vendetta against someone and decided to take it out on the ones they loved.

His mother died because his father wasn’t a good man, and Rika died because someone hated that Jihyun was trying to do the right thing by some kids. Jihyun blames himself for both of those actions, even if he wasn't the one to doom them. Even though he and Rika don't... they don't quite have a traditional romantic relationship in this AU, they still loved each other.

It doesn't matter if he's having nightmares where she blames him for her passing. It doesn't matter if he's had a few bottles to put himself into a stupor. There is a part of him that will always feel as though she should blame him for what happened to her... even he learns better in his future. He will always feel a sense of "what if"?

She brought life into his world and gave him a sense of purpose after he felt lost for so long. It's hard to imagine a world without her light, and even though he's got a long way to go to heal from this pain, her loss sticks with him everywhere he goes.

Because she was the light itself, and everything it touches will forever remind him of Rika.

#natasha in space #ask #mod kait #cowboy v #cereus #wren #andromeda #themusicwecryto

[akanidaifanatic]

if only. (danganronpa next gen)

@realloverwiss @officially-christy

will this be enough to stomp on your hearts and shatter them??

...

"I feel like Buck losing John Thornton. But I never met my John Thornton, my mother, yet I still miss her. Can I miss someone I don't know the slightest thing about?"

-Toshio Nidai

...

[ THIRD PERSON POV ]

"Is Toshio alright? Please, tell me he didn't die, I beg of you-"

Nekomaru quivered as Mikan remained silent.

A memory of Mikan's biggest failure from seventeen years ago. When she couldn't save Akane. The day she couldn't save her former classmate.

Mikan had always been haunted by the fading memory of that day. It was October 28. Today, seventeen years ago, Mikan couldn't save a mother.

The feeling that she would fail again was horrifying. The feeling that she would fail again, on the same day, but this time, she would fail the mother she couldn't save. The classmate she couldn't save.

"There aren't too many injuries, but he since he suffered a concussion, two broken legs and a gash on his right arm, he might have to stay in the hospital for a while," sputtered Mikan. She'd taken some speech therapy sessions, but she stuttered every now and then.

"Is he going to live?" Toshio's younger twin sister Maemi trembled, face paling. "Toshio's in a coma as of now. I'm doing my best. I-I won't f-fail you guys again." Mikan worriedly muttered, reminded by the incident from seventeen years ago.

Nekomaru didn't blame Mikan, but that day destroyed him. The only woman he'd ever loved was dead. Akane had been everything to him. Nekomaru had loved her more than his own life. Akane was the only person who could make his heart pound and swell up with happiness.

Now she was gone.

Nekomaru was only alive to take care of his children, abandoning his past as a team manager, since his heart couldn't bear those memories of better days.

The best he could do now was to hope that his son would live.

[ TOSHIO'S COMA ]

Toshio could feel himself staggering through a corridor, and although his vision was clouded, he could see something at the end of the hall.

The mother he never knew. The mother he never had the chance to meet, to embrace or impress.

Toshio would give up his own life to meet her. Heck, he'd sell his soul to have one conversation with his late mother. Just one conversation.

Then he woke up in his apartment.

The house he grew up in. The house where there was nothing but misery and gloom and books.

But now it had a cozier air to it. The living room never had family pictures. Never. The house almost had a pink tint, and although it was nighttime, Toshio could see a few things in front of him.

Toshio blinked, pinching himself to ensure that this wasn't a dream. It wasn't a dream. As the sting of the pinch wore off, Toshio stood up, head aching. The first thing he did was to make his way to his father's room.

Or parents' room.

The first thing Toshio saw was his mother, whom he recognized due to all the photos his father took before she died.

The only thing he could focus on was his mother, cradling him and coaxing him into sleeping. Couldn't she see him? The teenager Toshio?

The answer was that she couldn't.

"Aren't you tired?" Toshio's mother whispered under her breath, facing the younger Toshio. The voice Toshio had never heard before this moment.

The younger Toshio babbled, reaching for his mother.

Toshio wished he could start over.

Toshio wanted to have a mother.

The mother he never met.

The only thing Toshio had ever wanted was to have a mother. The mother who could've cared for him, loved him and coaxed him.

Then his heart made a wish.

I wish I could start over, but this time, I want to meet my mother. I want to grow up with my mother. I wouldn't exchange an opportunity to meet my mother for anything else in this world, he thought to himself.

~FIN~

i will literally write another chapter but it happened when the kids were babies and nekomaru nearly starves his children to death out of sadness and grief

#angst #akanidai #akaneko #nekokane #danganronpa next gen #danganronpa fankids #fanfic #fanfiction

[artfulacrostic]

if u ask me the real takeaway from the falcon and the winter soldier is that the most consistent thing bucky barnes has ever done is be in love with captain america

#tfatws #sambucky #stucky #bucky barnes #sam wilson #steve rogers #i said what i SAID #and i'm RIGHT #has this been said? #it must not have been said enough #YES steve and bucky were a tragic love story for the ages YES maybe steve wanted a final peaceful life #where he wasn't reminded every day of all his grief and everything he blamed himself for #YES it is a damn shame #but YES sam and bucky finding something like hope for the future is amazing and i'm crying #YES i hate the mcu and everything about it why do you ask #if u need me i'll be pretending i'm not still so invested out in the garden 😖

[thecraftymagician]

You can absolutely say no and I will understand! But if you’re feeling some angst, Julian and Asra comforting MC who is grieving a loved one who passed? A listing, scenario, whatever you’re comfortable with. i’m a glutton for cathartic angst

I too am a glutton for cathartic angst lol To be fully transparent like always I want to handle this with grace. I've lost someone close to me a few years ago and I can't say I exactly know how to handle these situations myself. Almost every single person I know is very dismissive with this or is extremely distant emotionally about it. I know that's not everyone and for myself I don't find that to be healthy but sometimes that's just how people cope. It's definitely something difficult even though I have philosophies about passing on and everything, it's never easy. If you're experiencing anything like this, please feel free to reach out, I'm hear to listen.

I'm sorry for getting really deep with this one, I know you said you just wanted some angst haha but this one does hit home for me so again, want to do my best with the topic. Honestly this took alot out of me for that reason haha but I think in a way I needed to get this out right now so thank you so much!

Warnings: Talk of passing/unalive, Grief/loss, angst, comfort, advice, coping skills, *Spoilers* for Asra and Julian's Routes

Asra💜

After losing his parents and you passing away, they know the pain and hurt all too well. When someone you love passes away they make it a point to not leave your side unless that's what you ask of them. When they lost you, they isolated and refused to see anyone because of the guilt and rage that consumed them. At first they blamed everything on themself and didn't want to see anyone or be reminded of their failure. In the end Asra finally let himself open back up slowly to Muriel at first and with his help slowly learned how to keep going. That's what you would want right? But this time is different. They feel guilty now more than ever about bringing you back because it's only natural that you'd feel the same and maybe even want to make a deal yourself. Should it arise, Asra helps talk you down from it even if you're screaming and crying. He'll even take you yelling at him for bringing you back in the first place because he knows you don't mean that. He knows sometimes the pain is just too much. In these ways while he'll try his best to hide it, helping you opens his own wounds from losing you. Guilt grips him further because he can at least get to hold you and listen to you speak and know you are safe and here with him.

He'll be the one to keep making you tea and take care of the shop so you don't have to, even closing it on days when you need him. They'll always try and make positive remarks on the worst days where you're too numb to talk. "I think your favorite flowers are almost in bloom. You know the patch in the forest? Maybe sometime this week we can go for a walk and see them." They won't force anything, staying with you through every emotion and stage. If you can't bring yourself to get out of bed, that's okay. Asra will let you sleep for as long as you need but will make sure you're eating and getting water. If you want to do something like a memorial, they're more than happy to help. During the plague there wasn't much time to do such things, save for a pile of wilting flowers for the ones who were lost in the square. They're more than happy to help you make something proper. If there's something your loved one liked to do or that you did together, they'll see if you're up for it. Gently they'll try to get you into doing things you enjoy again. Eventually when you start to feel a bit better, they'll suggest visiting friends or maybe even travelling to take your mind off things for a while.

Julian🖤

While he was still very young when he lost his parents, he remembers the feelings vividly. He had to comfort Portia through it while still not really understanding what it all meant. The grandmas helped significantly making sure to take care of him too so he didn't have to grow up too fast. He learned alot from them and unfortunately alot during the plague as well. Of course he knows the medical side too as much as he's very "do as I say not as I do" / "very seldom follow my own advice" with it. This is like most things with him where he's very forgiving with people he cares about's emotions but not his own. To an extent he might stay up more often, a mixture of worry and his own ghosts and maybe nightmare's haunting him. He makes sure to take care of you both though, forcing himself to use the hours you're able to sleep to calm his own mind from the resurfacing pain. While he still goes to work all the while, he's cut his hours significantly to spend time with you. He'll mostly keep you in his arms, just holding you and gently rocking in his arms like he used to with Pasha. If you don't want to be touched or want distance, he'll respect that even though it breaks him a little as he's not sure about what else he can do. Even so he won't leave completely, staying on the couch if he has to. He also makes sure to get you water and food even if you don't finish it. Mazelinka and Portia will likely send over some food if not come to visit and check in on you, too.

Julian doesn't really like silence so he'll start telling you stories, reading to you, even singing; all soft but nonetheless comforting. When you do talk to him, he's very happy and listens intently. He loves hearing about your loved one and doesn't tire of it for even a second. He'll do little things to help you with self care like setting up nice baths for you, tidying up so you don't need to stress, etc. While nothing as intense as going to the Rowdy Raven, he will try to coax you out to have dinner at Portia's or even just grocery shopping with him. He'll do the heavy lifting and everything but he just wants you to get out of the house even for a little bit. If you see a book or anything that makes you smile, he'll get it for you. Whenever you cry it takes every bit of him to not follow suit. He'll rest his chin on your head so you don't see tears brimming because he doesn't want him to worry about you. He just cares about you so much and wants to do what he can, second guessing himself this whole time wondering if he's doing the right things or if he's doing enough.

#the arcana #thearcanagame #julian the arcana #julian devorak #asra the magician #asra the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana fanfic

[hanmine]

tw: death, baji, and yakisoba as cold as his body💀

everyday mikey notices, and it shatters him that even chifuyu doesnt notice it. everyday he walks past him and sees that chifuyu by habit leaves out enough peyoung yakisoba for baji.

chifuyu doesnt even notice, and the others who notice this happening just leaves him alone because they know that chifuyu's brutal realization that nobody ate the noodles is enough.

everyday chifuyu doesnt notice but at the end of the day, he comes back to uneaten noodles. he keeps reminding himself to stop doing this but the first thought he gets when he buys peyoung yakisoba is sharing with baji.

chifuyu feels guilty every time he doesn't feel alone. he feels that he needs to be heartbroken to be considered a true friend of baji. but its more than just that, the reason he doesn't feel alone is because he is still convinced that one day baji will sit beside him and eat with him.

and as he heals from grief, he starts to feel more alone. the days start to become longer, and he starts to feel the need to speed through the day. sleep it through, and hope that one day, he doesn't wake up anymore.

he starts to be reminded that baji is gone when he eats and everytime the gang gets together. it wasnt just at night anymore, it seemed like everything he did was just past tense.

it felt like a long wait for something, like when you were a kid and desperately waiting for your birthday. that was him, just dreaming about how this was going to be a long cruel dream. a prank. anything but reality.

one night he just stares at the wall and tears slip from his eyes. ah, he thinks. so this is grief. the world seems empty, theres nothing worth doing anymore. theres nothing to look forward to. theres no one to automatically think of when you want to do something. theres no one to tell all your jokes too, theres no one to hang out with, no one to eat with. theres no one to experience life with anymore.

its in these moments where im reminded of how humans are such lonely creatures, we often want somebody to be with. platonically or romantically. there is this harsh realization, when we realize that we're all alone even if we're not. there are so many strangers around the world, and you're all alone. often times it's because we want somebody who's more than a stranger but how do you think it feels when you think you could've prevented this loneliness.

just one simple mistake. something you didn't do, or something you did. and now you stand alone. again. again? it didn't seem like that. oh you don't remember? you were alone once, and you were okay. but it didn't seem like that because the past wasn't a thing when you were experiencing life with someone. it was always a given when you're with them. you thought the present was all that mattered. you thought that you would always be life buddies. well its the past that matters the most now. feel your emotions and get moving, you're digging a grave drowning yourself in your guilt and grief. but i bet that's what you want, dont you?

-coffee

dear coffee <3 i hate you bc ever since you sent this baji angst my tik toks been sad baji ones 🥲 i blame you

#love letters #no return address #coffee anon

[tuancore]

Lost You (Part 12) :

Starring- Jinyoung x reader

Genre- Angst

Summary- It's your choices and actions which made you miserable.

The more you rotated your eyes around the place, the more you realised how every single thing in there held so many sweet memories. Had the circumstances been different you would've cried out of joy, for every showpiece, every photo frame, every furniture, every book had you and Jinyoung connected with the greatest love which all of your friends swore by, standing inside your apartment alone, your form was trembling burning with rage and grief at the same time, the whole place smelled like home, Jinyoung's Cologne mixed with yours and it began to suffocate you. You didn't want to have any sort of attachment with him.

You hated him for that.

When you first told your parents about dating Jinyoung, they grew quite awkward, which only meant hesitation. You took Jinyoung home, with you couple of times which eased some of their hesitation, your father seemed to grow fond of him, as they played billiards and chess together, it was as if Jinyoung's love in its raw form was visible in everything he did, but your mother never really approved of your relationship with him.

"Why don't you like Jinyoung already? Just look at dad, he's so happy whenever Jinyoung's home" You remarked hugging your mother's shoulders as Jinyoung and your father played chess. Staring at them intently, your mother finally spoke up "I can see how much you both love eachother, but I don't know why I have this uneasy feeling, I don't feel like giving you to him". Shaking your head you pecked your mother's cheeks, saying "Mom stop worrying, you're overthinking. I assure you that he'll love me forever and keep me happy maybe even more than you guys", your little teasing earned you a light head smack from her, "Hopefully honey".

Grabbing your hair harshly you sobbed harder with each passing second, only if you listened to your mother, you wouldn't be standing here like a bloody mess. Your heart was already ripped apart and now your soul was also starting to give up. Striding towards the windows, you tugged onto the curtains harshly as they landed on the floor with a thud, along with the curtain rod, then striding towards the television you pushed it from the tabletop another harsh sound joining the air.

You hated him for that.

"Why! Why! Why! Just why Jinyoung why?! You promised that you'll love me more than yourself! You promised to always put me first!" You punched the wall beside, with every word, ranting to particularly no one, as your knuckles bled painting the beige wall red, "You promised me......then why?".

Despite your bleeding hand, you started taking out every single photo frame from that wall, throwing it somewhere across the room. The place echoed with the noise of breaking and shattering of glasses as frames and showpieces landed harshly on the floor. Rage was all that filled your mind at the moment. Throwing and breaking things wouldn't turn back things to the way they were, but you wanted to destroy every single thing that reminded of your love for him, you wanted your tears to stop flowing for him when he wasn't even worthy to be cried over.

You hated him for that.

Trashing the entire living room, you locked yourself in the bedroom. Reminiscing all over again, staring at the bed where you both spent countless nights loving eachother under the sheets with both of your bodies and souls as one, the times when you both had pillow fights just to win a stupid argument. Yes, you both argued most of the time over nonsensical and useless things but never seriously. Never.

Not to forget those reading sessions, whenever it came to reading books it was a constant for you to occupy the centre of bed either laying on your stomach or on your back, with your spectacles on while Jinyoung liked reading sitting on his beanbag with a vanilla latte or a cup of coffee in his hand, a black squared frame sitting on his nose bridge firmly making him look more handsome. It used to go well for few hours but after you both have satisfied your reading pleasure, you both used to exchange glances at eachother throught the pages of the book to make sure the other one is also done reading and when one puts off their spectacles then it's over.

You hated him for that.

Coming to the kitchen, it was another sweet little thing that you both enjoyed dearly. It was a rule that Jinyoung set up that the one who comes home early will cook the meals, since the one coming late might be exhausted as hell, and whenever you both were late, you guys ordered for a take out. However, mostly it was you both cooking together, no matter who was cooking and who was volunteering, you both couldn't help but keep on brushing past eachother making sure to have some physical contacts.

"I don't know how to bake a cake" You whined, reluctantly putting on the apron. Jinyoung chuckled tying your apron behind your back guiding you to mix the batter, but when you started to mix it, he stood behind you so close that you were able to feel his hot breath fanning your neck, "Angel..slow down.." he whispered darkly, placing his lips on your neck, "Jinyoung...." Suppressing a moan, you pushed him off, "Go prepare other things".

After setting the batter into the mould, you both waited patiently but you being you grabbed a handful of white flour throwing it on Jinyoung, laughing your stomach out you remarked "Your hair is finally dyed to...white...let me click a pic and send it to others". Jinyoung gave you a jokeful glare, grabbing some flour too, he chased you around the house, hugging you closely to him putting flour in your head, "Now yours white too, let's send them our pic with #couplegoals".

Thinking of every moment you both shared there was way too many, that you can never forget even if you gave it your all.

You hated him for that.

Your gaze shifted towards the balcony, it was where you both discussed about your days over a cup of coffee or hot chocolate after an exhausting time at works, how his father always stuffed him with contracts and clients, how your boss nagged you for not being fast enough to complete your work. The times when you stressed over things and he back hugged you peppering your necks and shoulders with kisses which always began innocently but ended up in bed.

There was something about his touch, his words which always lured you to him. The way he gently placed you on bed, before stripping you to nakedness before his eyes, which never spoke hunger for your body but always love and affection, the way he always asked for your consent before making love to you even if he had done it thousands of time before, he was always respectful. During sex, he always cared about your comfort first, he always put you first focusing on your release before his, he liked doing it slow and passionately to show how much he was in love with you and not to forget the "I love you's" You both let out moaning at the feeling as your bodies became one. Over the time, you got so accustomed to his touch and presence that he could have you writhing under without putting any efforts from his side.

You hated him for all the times he sweetly whispered those "I love you's" in your ears.

You hated him for everything.

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Jinyoung gasped at the news of your miscarriage, he wanted to cry his out but then again it's what he has been doing for the past few hours. Even his tears can't bring back the child, the evidence of your love for eachother, it was too late now, way too late. BamBam nodded at Jinyoung finally letting hot tears spill from his eyes for the first time after he entered into Jinyoung's cabin.

Nobody dared to speak a single word, how could they when none of them had any particular words left to say. But there was one common sentence running through all six of theirs heads was 'Everything is over'. Heart was not only bleeding but souls and minds were ripping apart as well, they all felt like losing some battle at the last after fighting it with a silver armour.

Even one could see BamBam falling apart, the one who fought for you and Jinyoung with the world just to give you both the same love back. No one saw him crying before, until now. Somehow he blamed the misfortune of you losing the baby on himself.

"Only....If....I didn't let Noona talk to Jisoo and neither had she run away like that.....and...." BamBam's voice getting inaudible, his throat tying. Yugyeom hugged BamBam stroking his back, trying to soothe some of his pain although he knew it was useless, "BamBam.....don't blame yourself, please don't.....you only meant good for noona from the start.....so please....." Yugyeom whispered closing his own eyes shut to prevent his tears from falling.

"It's all my fault......" Jinyoung whispered covering his entire face, "No one is responsible for any of this..... except for me...". Though it was true that Jinyoung was the sole reason behind all these mishappens, he was already drowning in remorse and others didn't want to scold him any further, what would they even gain by scolding him or lecturing him or making him feel the worst person in this entire planet, Will you get your same love back? No. Will you get your child back? No.

"I want to see her...." Was all he managed to cough out, somehow keeping his tears at bay. It was understandable, you both will always be deep rooted in eachother's heart. Whenever Jinyoung did something to hurt you it also hurt him but he loves you and that can never be altered. He was a fool to not to clarify things with you but he always felt sick without you around. He even started to hallucinate you everywhere, in his cabin, in his car, even when he slept he imagined you hugging him, he loves you, but it's his insecure nature which made him lose your love and the child.

"I don't think it's a good time to meet—" JB started with hesitation but BamBam cut in, removing Yugyeom's arms from his body, "I'll take you there".

"But BamBam!" Mark reasoned, BamBam shook his head in denial not wanting to hear any of there theories, "It's best if they both just talk everything out, right now", BamBam completed, putting his phone inside his pants pocket, he grabbed Jinyoung's arm firmly pulling him outside, with others following behind.

"BamBam things will get pretty ugly, Do you think they can just chit chat about what happened?" Jackson belted, as if BamBam was high on thin air. "I know what I'm doing and please.....I don't have any strength left in me to prolong things....".

"Hyungs, Yugyeom....Go home, get some rest, it's better if they talk alone without anyone around" BamBam blurted with a knowing look, hoping for everyone to understand as they nodded.

"BamBam—" Jinyoung called, which BamBam decided to ignore, "Hyung... if I'm helping you that doesn't mean I've forgiven you......nor will I anytime soon", he sternly announced, stepping on the gas pedal.

Jinyoung immediately shut his mouth, staring outside of the window, the sky has already darkened as street lights shone brightly, his mind drifted off to you, how much you loved the night views.

Jinyoung laid lazily on the couch with,'To Kill A Mockingbird',one of his favourite books in his hands reading it with great concentration,on the other hand you were getting crazy as he is reading that book for three hours straight, sitting on the centre table you tapped your feet impatiently.

"Jinyoung...Enough of reading~~" You whined, pouting like a kid but yet he ignored it by reading the lines out aloud. Letting out a groan, you snatched his book running around the house, it was finally his turn to groan,"Give me my book".

"No...you'll get your book when we'll get some ice cream together!",Sighing he agreed.

He was about to take his car when you pleaded him to go on a bike,you hugged his waist tightly sitting behind him, resting your head on his broad back inhaling the evening air. Jinyoung smiled widely, everything you did made him realise how much in love he was with you. The whole ride you kept on hugging him, staring at the lights hung on trees and railings, so beautiful.

After getting the ice cream, you both played in the snow which was gathered in the amusement park, "Nyoung...I just love night time, so cold yet the environment is so warm it gives off so much happiness!" Squealing you threw a snowball at him. "Yeps..with you I feel that happiness" he smiled, dusting off snow from him, placing his lips on your plump ones, he whispered, "I love you".

"I love you more".

Retrieving to the reality, Jinyoung asked hesitantly, "Do you think she'll forgive me?", "To be honest, I have no idea, it's upto her now, you can only hope for the best...." BamBam replied, pulling the car in the parking lot.

When Jinyoung noticed that it was both of yours shared apartment his eyes widened, he stared at BamBam as to why he has brought him here. "I told you I'll take you to Noona..." He muttered getting out of the car.

"She's here...?" Jinyoung tried to reconfirm, "Are you sure?..". Taking the elevator to the desired floor, Jinyoung's body began to tremble real bad, his face got pale as soon as the elevator came to a halt.

"Lisa herself dropped Noona here" BamBam informed, pushing Jinyoung towards the main door, "I won't go inside..... All the best", chills ran through his body, beads of cold sweats forming on his forehead, he tried to open the door but it was locked from inside luckily he had his key with him. Shooting a final glance at BamBam he pushed open the door.

His body freezing at the mere sight of the house, everything completely destroyed. The wall where he hung both of yours pictures all trashed, glass splattered everywhere on the floor, his eyes after scanning each and every part stopped at the red stains on the picture wall, hesitantly walking towards it, he saw fresh blood with your hand marks. Tears rolled down his eyes, not only did he break you but also shattered you completely to debris.

However finding the door to both of your bedroom's locked, he hurried trying to push it open, but stopped since it was locked. Pressing his ears to the door he tensed at your loud sobs and whimpers, hearing your voice your pain and disappointment was visible. And it ripped Jinyoung's heart.

"I HATE YOU PARK JINYOUNG!!!!" You yelled in a high pitch, which made Jinyoung cry listening to so much hate for him.

"I'M SORRY ANGEL!!" He let out a loud whimper making sure you hear him, "I AM SO SO SO SORRY".

Part 11 // Part 12 // Part 13

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#got7 imagines #got7 jinyoung #got7 x reader #jinyoung imagines #got7 angst #got7 bambam #got7 jackson #got7 jaebeom #got7 mark #got7 youngjae #got7 yugyeom #jinyoung angst #jinyoung au

[greenygreenland]

A Bit Like Thunder: Gyro Gearloose x Reader

-requested by anonymous (thank you for requesting!)

-i absolutely love gyro, he's hilarious and reminds me a bit of myself, but meaner and more blunt

-like, comment, and reblog so this can reach more people!!

-date written 16-17 July 2020

Summary:

Gyro takes his time machine for a spin, but it breaks and he finds himself somewhere he wishes not to be. 

The blast, smoke and overwhelming croaking of frogs, crickets, and others wasn’t what bothered Gyro. He could have listened to the sounds all day and not even notice them because frankly, he didn’t care. But the electricity zapping around his bathtub time machine?

Oh boy did that grind his damned gears. 

Gyro let out a long, frustrated sigh he didn’t know he held. Why, out of all times, did his time machine decide to break in the middle of absolutely nowhere? He threw his arms out in exasperation, growling and giving the tub a firm kick. It lurched forward, the bolts of electricity flickering and crackling. “Come on!” He kicked it again. “Work!” 

The tub made a weird noise that reminded Gyro of when his intern almost drowned in the ocean. It suddenly whizzed back to life, clacking and churning its gears. Gyro let out a sigh and hopped into the tub. He tapped a few buttons before a flash of white enveloped him and dragged him to his intentional destination.

Or so he thought. 

The tub lurched forward, nearly throwing him into the rift between space and time. “What the--” Gyro cut himself short, tightening his grip around the sides of the tub and screwing his eyes shut. His head spun, his brain hurt, and he thought that he actually would be lost in the rift of nothing. His free hand made its way to the control panel, but before his fingers even reached the first button, he blacked out. 

“Gyro?”

Was he dead?

“Gyro, are you okay?”

Someone lightly tapped his face and he sat up like his life depended on it--which it did. He had zero clue what happened after he blacked out, or where the heck his time machine could be. For all he knew, it could be in a different timeline subject to prehistoric barbarians. 

“Can you hear me?”

He scoffed and brushed away the gentle hand. “Of course I can hear y--” He froze, eyes wide and jaw unhinged. In that moment, Gyro Gearloose, McDuck Enterprise’s most trusted and intelligent scientist, cursed everything in existence. Deep inside, he knew that a better fate would be one stuck in time and space. Anything but here in front of her. 

“You okay Gyro?” The girl offered a hand. “You look sick.” He snapped out of his stupor and jumped to his feet. “No! No! I’m fine. Perfectly alright and in one piece. What are you doing,” he gestured to the beach before him, “here?” A gentle sea breeze brushed past the two, ruffling the girl’s locks. “Just taking a walk. What are you doing here?”

Gyro removed his vest and shook the sand from his pockets. He couldn’t help the scowl tugging at his lips, nor the clenching in his jaw. “It’s not your business to mettle with (Y/n). You know that I’m on a tight schedule.” he grumbled. (Y/n) knitted her brows together in a way that made Gyro’s heart ache.

“I know,” she said, “but you’ve gotta take a break every now and then. You’re really pale, you should rest.” Gyro kept his gaze glued to the horizon and turned on his heel. He trudged away from the girl, putting on his vest and grumbling to himself. “Twenty fifteen. Why did it have to be twenty fifteen?”

The waves lapped at the shore, singing their song of the sea as Gyro kicked the sand. He made his way into Duckburg in search of his time machine, hoping and praying that he’d find it before it got into the wrong hands. He checked in every alleyway he stumbled across, every nook and cranny he thought it could have landed in. Heck, he even snuck all the way into Beagle Boy land. 

The sun had long set over the horizon, leaving Duckburg in a blanket of darkness. Moonlight and city lights drowned out even the brightest of stars while clouds drifted across the sky. The fluffy things quickly collected overhead, bringing along with it the clap of thunder and the flash of lighting.

Gyro sank into the sand, a long sigh escaping his lips. The crashing of waves would have soothed him to sleep if it weren't for his raging mind and the brewing storm overhead. He blamed his misfortune on 2020, on his stupidity for thinking his machine was fine, and on the rift for throwing him into a year just as bad as 2020.

Gyro sluggishly crawled onto his feet and made his way back into town. If there was one place he could stay for the night, it was his lab, but to get there he'd have to walk. "Why is everything so far?" The dark streets weren't doing anything to lift his spirits as he trudged along the sidewalk. The occasional car zoomed past, a few too close for comfort. 

A scream suddenly pierced the air like a knife. Although the cars drowned out the echo, Gyro heard it loud and clear. He wasn't a 'hero' like his intern, but that didn't mean he was heartless. The most he could do was call the police, so that's what he did as he crept towards the sound. 

Nothing could prepare him for the scene laying before him. Nothing could have made him think twice before rushing over to the bloodied and bashed body on the ground. Too late did he realise what a grave mistake he had made. 

I shouldn’t have come here.

He might’ve been crying, but the rain made it hard to tell. 

Not again, not again. 

Gyro squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t want to see the body again, or the blood and mess of mangled limbs. His pulse quickened and his heart clenched with that same sorrow and grief he felt this same day--the day (Y/n) (L/n) died--came back. All he wanted was to get away, to run and never look back. Anything to relieve him of the weight on his shoulders. 

A hand gently rested on Gyro’s and his eyes wildly snapped open. 

She was alive?

He frantically sunk to his knees and grasped her hand. All this time, there was a chance he could have saved her and he missed it? “You-you’re alive?” (Y/n) stifled a cough, motioning for Gyro to come closer. “You’re alive. Alive!” Joy consumed his heart like the flash of lighting above. 

There was a chance, a probability. His vision clouded with tears, and no matter how hard he told himself that he couldn’t cry, it didn’t work. Happiness and sadness felt like one in the same, he didn’t know which to feel.

“I...came looking...for you.” (Y/n) said. “Your time machine...it’s down the lane.” Gyro’s eyes widened as he blinked back a couple tears. “Y-you knew?” he choked out. (Y/n) gave his hand a weak squeeze.

She’s dying.

“Is this...how you are...in the f-future?” Her voice was so incredibly soft. “I’m...so sorry.” (Y/n) whispered. “I’m...sorry.” 

Gyro was losing (Y/n) all over again, only this time, right in front of his eyes. “No.” he cried. “No, no! Don’t--don’t die!” He didn’t care how pathetic he looked, all he desired was for her to stay alive. “Please, you can’t leave me (Y/n)!” Why did his heart hurt so damn much? “Not...not again.” 

(Y/n) tried to smile, but it came out as more of a grimace. “I’m sorry.” She said it like she knew all the pain Gyro went through. She said it like she understood it, like she was fighting to be there for him and only him. 

Her eyes rolled back into her head and all light from them vanished. Gyro didn’t care that his clothes were covered in blood, nor that his ears were ringing as he choked back sobs. Everything was a bit like thunder, inevitable, terrifying, and something that could shake even the hardest of people to the core. 

I’m sorry too.

Gyro closed her eyes.

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[rixxy8173571m3w1p3]

The Remembrance Of A Kiss

I was feeling nostalgic for a fic which I wrote almost three years ago called Zeta-7 and The Kiss; it was written back when I first started writing Rnm fics. While, I don't write how I used to, I am fond of it. So, here's this finished wip. I think I'm running on nostalgia these days, for things are changing faster then I can keep up with. Anyway, I hope you guys like it. It's guaranteed to be fluffy :3

In this fic the reader thinks about a past momentous moment.

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The trouble and light anxiety you had felt about the occasion had been insignificant compared to his. Back then you had been searching for an answer or rather a solution to a predicament; the problem at the time being that you weren't sure how to broach the subject of a certain display of affection. It was neither a lack or an abundance of affection, and it seems silly now when you thought of it, which was often, but when and where had your inclination to kiss him first begin? It might have always been there, but that statement in itself seemed like a lie, for you didn't want to kiss him when you initially met him, but he had been influential; recognizing you from another time, another life, but that wasn't what you came here to talk about. No, you wanted to think of that fateful day.

That day he had been in his usual delightful mood, the kind that came about because he got to see you and was genuinely having a good day; although, with him, he tended to find good in every day and as expected he was deliciously cheerful and had a smile which could last for days upon his thin lips. Oh, how you had loved that smile for it followed you everywhere, even when you couldn't seem him; that haircut which had been copied from an old clothing catalog advertisement and moved about when he spoke; buck teeth which dentists could only dream to keep as trophies, and the hint of lip bite when he'd finished talking; it was part of the draw. You fought, swallowed, and bided your time as you thought of the ways in which you could show him you loved him. For you, there was a momentum, a force which couldn't have been stopped; beginning with his hellos, and would build as you continued to be so affected and had been desperate to satisfy the longing and affection which pulled and drowned your senses whenever he was near; it made you reason that it was the right thing to do; to express and ask if it was alright to move forward; it was and he agreed, but he never quite recovered from being kissed. 

No, you didn't mean all the kisses which occurred after and had taken place up to the present per se, but from the first one you had given him around the start of your relationship; having made such an impression, it was as though you had branded his heart and soul; that a string was tied to one of your ribs and to one of his ventricles which kept him alive only by his sheer will to withstand the forces and madness that threatened to tear him apart daily; he could never recover. You would say that he grew a little more mature that day; in mind, spirit, but not in age. To be sure, things had been so different then; Rick had been so shy when it came to romantic sensibilities, naive to others advances or otherwise natural attraction to him, believing he was unworthy of such while you had so much to learn about the mysteries of men; neither knew what the other had been going through. You hadn't known about his otherworldly adventures yet, his loneliness, or uniqueness, and he knew almost everything except your personality quirks, but as to how he knew was a different story.

Still, that was then, back when there was so much yet to be known, and you thought him to be human. You remembered how for days, he walked as though in a daze, bumping into things and hardly able to look you in the eyes without being lovestruck and tongue-tied; you were sure to watch after him to make sure you hadn't given him a stroke and assured him that he shouldn't deny his worth. Why it seemed even now he could barely function without being a little goofy after a kiss, but it was endearing; you hadn't known then about how he had been starved for affection due to lack of family and circumstances. Yet, if you had any doubts, they certainly were lessened by his attentiveness and wanting to please.

You were sure others might've tired of this behavior long ago, and you had your days in when you thought you weren't capable of managing it all, but for every time you came crashing down, he was there to help you even when you didn't want him to; for every tear and moment of grief, there was his affection which he returns out of love, gratitude, and fear all at once. Oh, if you knew then what you knew now, you would've confessed earlier; let him know how much you had cared, and tried harder to be a better friend. Still, you were making it up to him and doubted you'd ever finish making it up to him. And because he was forever grateful and happy when you kissed him, you decided to ask him one day what it was that he found so dazzling about it and to your shock, his answer endeared him to you all the more. "It's like saying h-hello." he answered matter of factly.

"Really? In what way?" 

"Gosh," he wondered, scratching the back of his neck. "it's uh - it's like touching hands, but instead of the formality of a-a handshake, you touch lips to greet and exchange not only DNA but affection. Culture or whoever happens to partake in this ritual may affect its meaning, but in such an awe-inspiring way I believe it's a reminder of trust and union; albeit more intimate."

Was that how he had felt back then? Had it been a social experiment or a daydream that had come into fruition? Perhaps neither. Maybe, he was concerned that you'd be disappointed if that so-called spark wasn't there, but the good thing was you relied more on just sparks. "So, what you mean to say is that in a sense those who kiss are bonded?"

"I th-think so."

And you believed him, for when it came to such matters, he was sincere. Why it must've hit him harder than it ever will with you, but you blamed being a creature of natural circumstance for that; your childhood and life had been happy and general for the most part, while his had more loops in it then the Whirly Dirly. Thinking of it now, the consequence of your affection was that he took to you so strongly, you were sure that if something happened to you, it might kill him; the thought being burdensome in its own right.

You had never thought of pairing the word passionate with him, but his sensibilities to and of the world in which he existed in as well as to interactions with the beings in it made you wonder if there was anything or anyone he could truly hate; himself perhaps for that was who he was most affected by. 

"Rick," you started, pushing away the unsettling thoughts as you set down the book you had been reading. "I think that's sweet. You certainly have a knack for seeing the poetic nature behind the reality, but what are your thoughts on the people who kiss for fun?"

He ruminated for a moment. It might've occurred to him that people didn't always kiss with the intention of forming serious relationships, but he would be sure to make a note of finding out later. "Gosh, I'm sure there are some benefits t-t-to it, though I haven't done much research on the matter."

Who knew where one would begin on such a subject. There were books on both physiology and psychology, but did any of them go into the happenstance of a kiss? You hadn't thought of checking, but knowing the intelligent man that he was, perhaps he had looked into it. "Research huh? Dear," you explained, "people don't just research kisses as though they are studies or hypothesized."

"Th-they don't?"

"At least not that I know of. I mean, people simply see and do. Don't they? Is there more?"

"Y-yes and no. It depends on the species."

"Hmm, I guess it does."

Again, you wouldn't know. There must've been planets, realities, and universes whose signs of affection transcended that of action, but while it was a fascinating thought, you were glad that in your reality that wasn't the case in its entirety. Searching his face, you found that his brow was scrunched up together, wondering if there was more to it. You had thought the question innocent enough, he, on the other hand, wouldn't be satisfied until he found the truth behind your inquiry. Not being one to try to disappoint him, you turned towards him and nodded. "However, I have my own answer. If you come closer I can show you what I mean."

Removing his glasses, he scooted closer; curious to see if the answer was somehow in your pocket or hiding on his face. The trust which allowed him to focus on you with conviction as you approached him was palpable. Lightly, you brushed back his bangs and passed your fingers lightly over his frown lines. Silly man, he thought too much for his own good, but if he had been unsure earlier, then the blush which dusted his ears and cheeks said otherwise. Stretching up, you pressed a light kiss on his forehead; not unlike the ones he'd give you when he thought you were asleep. And you smiled at him from the bottom of your heart. In turn, he chuckled in happy amusement; boyish in the way his eyes glimmered as though he had gotten a new toy. "Gee, that was - that was swell, but I-I don't understand. Wh-what was that for?"

"I see you and I must kiss you. It's practically the law." you giggled before repeating the action.

"Are y-y-you sure?" he wondered, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. 

Pulling back a little, you nodded. "I'm positive. Especially since it's what you deserve."

The light chuckle which escaped him only fed your joy as you peppered him with kisses. And before you could see it, you felt him smiling and glowing with happiness as his goofy grin returned with a vengeance. 

"Gosh," he sighed with contentment, "I-I learn something new everyday."

"I bet you do, but really a kiss is nothing to think too hard about."

"I-I know."

"If anything, I think it's based on a feeling. For example," you paused to give yourself a moment to gather your thoughts together. "the reason I kiss you is the same reason I've always had and it's because I care about you. In my own way, it's like I'm saying, 'Hello, I missed you, come here, I love you. Oh, I love you so very much. Thank you, for simply existing and being here with me.' Maybe we both have the same reason as to why words sometimes aren't enough, and while a kiss is simple, it's not always so easy to execute, but nothing is wrong with that. It's all done in its own time. In its own way. I am happy you let me kiss you way back when, because I adored you so much that it hurt. I still adore you, and you'll always be precious to me."

Glancing at you in wonderment, he played with his fingers then searched your face again. In his soul, he knew you weren't lying, but since you've first known him, he always seemed to be searching, as well as fighting his self-condemning mind and heart especially having been injured so many times. As though you had a world of answers for some of his simple questions that he would've otherwise been too embarrassed to ask, he'd open his mouth just to close it again. You had assured him on multiple occasions that he could ask you anything, but his bashful nature gave allowances for this; endearing in its own right. Once he seemed satisfied, he took out his notepad and wrote down some notes; if you didn't know any better, you'd think he was writing a thesis by the way the words slanted and blended into one another as he concentrated on the details, all the while sporting that lovestruck grin. "What are you writing dear? Is it a love letter? Is it about the trees, or bees, or whatever goes about in that wonderful head of yours?"

"I'm updating my notes."

This much you knew. "But on what? Not on kissing, right? That would be something." you teased.

"N-n-no," he answered softly, "but on you."

"Is that right? Is there any particular reason?" 

"Mhm," he nodded. "so I won't forget."

What a silly man he was, you thought. "It's ok to forget things, but I'm sure you won't. Besides, who forgets the first person they kiss?"

"N-not me."

"Of course not, especially with all the reminders that come after. I doubt I will, but reminders are appreciated. I wouldn't want to forget how happy you make me."

Slowing down his note-taking, he mentioned. "I like reminders too."

Of course he did. From years of journal keeping to the multiple watches and small computers that were scattered about the house, for there was so much going on in his head he needed help keeping his train of thought straight. It was just another way of saying in so many words, how much he loved you. "So do I. And trust me, I'll be sure to remind you a lot. As much as you need, and as often as I can. Hopefully," you winked at him. "I'll be reminded soon."

Giving your hand a squeeze, he softened. "I um - I don't mind reminding you. I-I really like reminders."

"I know, but do you like them more than adventures, or as far as that ship in the garage will take you?" you teased.

Replacing the notepad in his pocket, he nodded. "As far as 238,855 miles w-will take me."

Miles or kilometers were but measurements and distance, but that distance you were sure was not on Earth. "Do you mean to the moon?"

Pressing a light kiss to your temple, he answered. "Por supuesto, y-y más allá de eso. Please, don't forget"

Forget? Why would you forget? If there was a prelude, it was the flutter and happy giddiness which occurred when you caught him off guard, but to whatever came after, it was effervescent, sweet, and addictive. And while it could be said about a lot of things, he was far more complex. You see, you never recovered from being kissed, because you were enticed by his charm, and won by his goodness, but a kiss sealed the deal; for now and forever you belonged to him and you weren't going to let him forget it. Cupping his cheek, you replied. "I won't and I never will Ricky. You can bet on that," as you leaned forward, you whispered. "and seal it with a kiss."

Fin

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She's the One

Chapter 2: Your Name

A Billy x Reader x Steve Fanfic

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SUMMARY: You're One, one of the many kids experimented on in Hawkins lab. Eleven's sister. You were found and now you're here to stay.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This took a lot longer to write than I anticipated, but here it is! I'd also like to apologize to anyone who sent me an ask. I accidentally responded and now I can't find y'all. If you're still interested, just let me know in the comments. Thank you.

WARNINGS: Language, violence, and scenes involving blood and/or death.

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

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LAST CHAPTER

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“What can you do?”

“How old are you?”

“Are you Eleven’s sister?”

“Just how strong are you?”

“Can you show us?”

The kids continued to throw question after question at you, expecting them to be answered, but leaving you with no time to answer them. You just stared at them with wide eyes until Hopper cut them off with a harsh tone.

“I’ll be asking the questions here.” And silence befell on them once again. Wow, you thought. He really had a talent for getting people to shut up.

You looked to him and he reeked of frustration and worry. However, when he spoke, there was an ounce of sympathy in his voice. “Why were you in that chamber?” You knew he was going to ask that. It was obvious enough, but it still made you cringe with discomfort. You didn’t want to talk about that chamber, because for you, that thing was a personal hell you thought you would never escape from. It was frightening and you never wanted to go back. However, answers were something that they deserved. Not only would it have helped them through this crisis, it would also give them some trust in you.

So, you cleared your throat and began to speak, slowly but carefully. “Well...since you know Eleven...you must already know...what the lab did…to her...to us.” He nodded. “I was the first one...they did it to… They always said that…they got lucky with me. That I was their best experiment and...would lay the groundwork for the others after me. That's why...all the kids who did survive the experiments, got one or two of my abilities.”

“And what exactly are your abilities,” Dustin asked with a grin, but Hopper wasn’t amused. He shot Dustin a death glare, but he didn't seem to notice it.

“I-I can move things...with my mind,” you revealed. “And make people see what I want them to see… I can read minds too and...tell what people are feeling.”

“Can you control people?”

“No. I haven't been able to that...not yet at least.” You caught a glimpse of Hopper's annoyed expression and gulped nervously. “Anyway... The reason I was in that chamber in the first place is because...I helped the other kids escape. Three, Seven, and Eight.”

“You mean there's other kids out there right now,” he asked.

“Well, not ‘here’ here, but...around. That day...I wasn't able to get Eleven out, but luckily...she was able to get out on her own.”

“While I was in there though, I could hear things - voices. At first, I-I didn't know who they belonged to, but I slowly started to realize what was going on. The first voice I heard was from that woman, Joyce...and she was talking...about him.” You pointed to Will who was asleep on the couch with a blanket over him. “He went missing and you found him, but now...something's wrong with him.”

“You know what's wrong?”

You nodded, while never breaking eye contact with him. “I know everything...because...I heard everything. I know all of you too. I recognize you from your voices.”

At that, everyone glanced between each other in astonishment. You, you were someone that they just met, someone who had just entered the picture without warning. Yet, you seemed to know more about what was going on than they did. Hell, you even knew all of them without a proper introduction. So if that didn’t show a fraction of what you were capable of, then they didn’t know what could. You were someone worth the bargain. Even so, Hopper felt compelled to ask one last thing.

“How long were you in there?”

You shrugged, “5 years, give or take.”

“Shit,” one of the kids breathed out and you could make it out as Lucas. Hopper sighed deeply and you could tell it was from a mixture of sympathy and desperation.

“I'm sorry to ask this of you, but...we need your help.”

“And I'll give it,” you blurted out without hesitation. “I was going to give it regardless.” You said more quietly as you looked over to Will. “There’s a darkness in Hawkins that we need to stop...and it starts with him.”

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“Okay, so if this thing is like a brain that’s controlling everything, then if we kill it...we kill everything that it controls.” You nodded as you continued to stare at the page from Dustin’s D&D manual. Mike’s deduction made sense, but the same question still stood. How do you-

“How do you kill this thing? Shoot it with fireballs or something?”

You jumped in surprise as Hopper snatched the manual away, trying to find the answer for himself. Dustin eventually spoke up, but it was less than confident.

“Well, uh, you summon an undead army, um, because-because zombies, you know, they don’t have brains.” He began to stumble over his own words. “And the mind flayer, it-it… It likes brains. It’s just a game. It’s a game,” he finally confessed.

“What the hell are we doing here,” Hopper groaned. Things weren’t looking good and that became more evident as Hopper and Dustin started to argue.

“I thought we were waiting for your military backup.”

“We are!”

“How are they gonna stop this? You can't just shoot this with guns.”

“You don't know that! We don't know anything!”

“We know it's already killed everybody in that lab. We know the monsters are gonna molt again. We know that it's only a matter of time before those tunnels reach this town.”

“They’re right,” a voice interrupted. Joyce. “We have to kill it.”

Your face softened as you turned to face her. She was being overwhelmed by grief, sadness, and anger, but who could blame her obviously. She lost someone she loved.

“I want to kill it,” she declared.

“Me too, Joyce. Me too.” Hopper was doing his best to calm her; but deep down, he couldn’t even do that for himself. “But how do we do that?” And it hit you.

“Will knows.” Everyone stopped and turned to you. “Will knows how to kill it, because he’s connected to it. He already knows everything about it and that includes its weaknesses.”

“I thought we couldn’t trust him anymore - that he’s a spy for the mind flayer now,” Max reminded, causing Mike to shake his head.

“Yeah, but he can't spy if he doesn't know where he is.”

“Exactly,” you confirmed. “This will work.”

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You all decided that the shed in the backyard would be the best place for Will’s interrogation. It was small, making it perfect to disguise in a short amount of time. So, you all went outside to find materials that could help in your endeavor.

You were encouraged to not use your powers until the real threat came and while that wasn't a terrible idea, you also hadn’t used your powers in five years. You were rusty and needed as much practice as you could get. So, whenever the kids came upon an object that was either too heavy to carry or too high on a shelf to reach, you helped them. It was enough for now.

You let out a small sigh as you wiped the blood dripping from your nose. “You okay,” you heard someone ask and you turned to find Hopper. You nodded.

“Ye-yeah, I’m okay. Thank you.” You moved to go back into the house since most of the preparations were finished already, but stopped once he spoke again.

“I’m sorry again that all of this was so sudden and that...we weren’t able to save you under more normal circumstances.”

“Oh… That-that’s okay,” you told him. “I’m just glad that...that you got me out...and honestly, this couldn’t have been a more perfect time. You need my help to stop this thing. So… I guess what I’m really trying to say is...thank you. Thank you for saving me.” You managed a small smile as you looked up at him and he simply nodded in response. However, the tiniest of smiles reached his lips as well.

“I know you said you already know me, but I think...you at least deserve something more proper than this,” he reached his hand out. “Jim Hopper.”

You gazed down at his hand for a bit before taking it like you thought you were supposed to. You tried to match his grip as you smiled wider, “One.”

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You sat in the kitchen, hugging your knees to your chest. It was the first time you were left alone since being freed and now, you couldn’t ignore all the emotions floating around you. Anger, fear, regret, guilt, sadness, pain. To make it worse, you could hear every sad thing being said in the shed. It didn’t matter if you weren’t there. You could still hear everything like you always did.

Do you know what March 22nd is? It's your birthday. Your birthday.

Do you remember the day Dad left? We stayed up all night building Castle Byers… just the way you drew it.

I just felt so alone and scared, but… I saw you alone on the swings and you were alone too.

Tears ran down your cheeks and you couldn’t tell if they were for them, yourself and the life you could’ve had, or both. It was all becoming too much to bear and you couldn’t help the tears that kept falling and the sniffles that started to leave you. It wasn’t until you heard someone walk in that you tried to contain yourself. You tried to get rid of the tears with the sleeves of your shirt, but it seems like you didn’t try hard enough.

“Hey… Hey, are you crying?” And you froze. No one had ever spoken to you like that before. No one had ever used a voice that was so genuine and calming that it was enough to make your tears stop. That voice provided instant relief and you didn’t know why. You looked up to the owner of that voice and it was none other than Steve with a face of worry plastered on him.

You gazed into his eyes for a bit before answering. They were brown, just like most of the world’s, yet they still managed to be different. They still managed to be incredibly warm and beautiful. It was quite soothing. You gulped softly before averting your gaze.

“No,” you uttered, but of course he wasn’t convinced.

“Then, what’s all this,” he asked, gesturing toward your glossy eyes and red nose.

“Um, I- It just comes with the power.” You smiled softly in an attempt to make him believe you.

“Oh, so a bad case of allergies comes with your powers?” You looked at him in astonishment before bursting out in laughter, something you didn’t even know you were capable of.

“What? No.”

“Well, that’s what you said,” he began to laugh as well as he grinned a smile that could’ve made your heart stop.

“That’s not what I meant,” you tried to explain. “It’s just that...with my power...I can feel the emotions of everyone around me, but it’s not something I can really turn off. So sometimes... it can be very overwhelming...like right now.”

“Yeah, it really isn’t the best time, huh?” You shook your head, causing him to hum in response. “What if you just focused on one person?” Your eyes widened.

“Huh?”

“What do you feel when you feel me?” His eyes widened too. “Wait, that sounds weird.” You let out a small chuckle as he started to panic. “I mean, what do you feel when...um-what do you feel when you see me?”

You tilted your head to the side as you felt him. Not physically, but just through the way you gazed at him.

“Worry and...nervousness,” you confirmed. “You’re a lot more tame than everyone else here.”

“Well, that’s a good thing, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, it is,” you chuckled, and you didn’t notice the way his eyes scanned over your features or the way he smirked after.

“So, your name’s One, huh? Like the number?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Yes.”

“But it’s not your actual name.” You shook your head, only confirming his thoughts.

“No. I don’t remember what my actual name was. One was just the name they gave me. We were never...people to them. We were just numbers...experiments.”

“That’s really messed up. I’m sorry.” You shook your head again.

“It-it’s okay.” However, he could still tell from you expression that it wasn’t.

“How about...we give you a new name? A real name?”

For some reason, your heart flutter at his suggestion and a warmth flushed your cheeks.

“Um, I think-I think I’d like that,” you told him and his eyes gleamed.

“Ok, names names. What do you look like?” He brought his hand to his chin and pondered for a bit. “How about… Stacy?” You grimaced without meaning to and he took that as a no. “Alright... Oh! Heather.” You shook your head. “Really?”

“Really,” you responded.

“Ok, ok. How about… Let me think. (Y/N). That’s a nice name.”

(Y/N). It was simple and different all at once, and the way it rolled it off his tongue made you like it even more.

“I think that’s it,” you smirked and he mimicked you right away.

“Well, (Y/N). I’m Steve Harrington.” He stuck his hand out and you took it gently. His hand was a lot bigger than yours in comparison, but a lot softer. It was warm and careful, like he was afraid he would crush your hand if he squeezed a bit too tightly. It was sweet.

“Well, Steve Harrington. I’m…(Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you.” You both giggled softly until you were cut off by Mike yelling ‘We got something!’

“Duty calls,” Steve sighed and you nodded, letting go of his hand reluctantly.

Although the moment was short, you appreciated Steve going out of his way to make you feel better. He comforted you and even made you laugh. It was like for a moment, you weren’t in this situation. For a moment, it felt like it was just the two of you - living and living happily.

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While you and Steve were talking, the group in the shed was able to bring Will back. Not fully, but partly. It turned out that the recollection of his memories was helping him gain some control within his body. It wasn’t much, but it was enough. He tapped his fingers until he spelt ‘Here’ and with every memory someone spouted, a new letter came after. Eventually, you all got the answer that you had been hoping for.

“Close the gate,” you all read aloud in unison. Before you could even process that however, the phone started ringing and a nauseating pain was sent to the pit of your stomach.

The feeling only worsened when Nancy yanked the phone out of the wall. You already knew it was too late.

“They know where we are,” you stated and the monsters screeching in the distance only proved that.

“That’s not good,” Hopper muttered. “Come on. We gotta go.” He motioned for everyone to follow him, but there was nowhere to go. It was too dangerous to leave. It was too dangerous to even think about leaving. You could already feel those things nearby. 

You shook your furiously, “No, no. Get away from the windows!” Everyone was stunned by the volume of your voice, but seeing as you were the only strong enough to handle these things, no one complained. They easily compiled and started huddling up in the living room, preparing themselves for attack. You subconsciously put your arm in front of Steve and the other out in front of you. The growling steadily grew closer and closer and the closer it got, the more you tensed up. You weren't strong enough yet and you knew it, but that wasn't an excuse. You still had to protect them. You would protect them. 

So you waited, waited for something to come crashing through the door... But it never came. Instead, the growling was replaced by thrashing and you instantly knew who it was. 

Something came crashing through the window and everyone pointed their weapons at it. You glanced over and it was one of the monsters, freshly dead. Everyone else was alarmed but you. 

“It's okay,” you whispered, but they were more confused than reassured. The lock to the door slowly started to turn and everyone aimed their weapons at it.

With a small click, the door unlocked and creaked open. Once they set foot into the house, you smiled softly. 

“Eleven.”

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