#your first breakup the first death in your family the first fight you have with your best friend whatever it is!

[litany-writes]

#litany-writes-poetry #poetry #this is actually one my favorite things i've ever written #it really characterizes like. just being a teenager idk #if you've been lucky enough to have lived a relatively normal life before hitting your teens then the bad things that happen to you #while in retrospect were not so terrible #are at the moment some of the worst things you've ever experienced #and being a teenager is just like. that. over and over again until you get used to it and then you're an Adult #and you have Perspective and Experience #ppl are all like “ohhhh teenagers are so moody and depressed and whiny” and like yes that's true but consider: #the only reason you're any better is bc you've been there! #your first breakup the first death in your family the first fight you have with your best friend whatever it is! #that's the worst thing that's ever happened to you. and you don't know what youre supposed to do #but you have school tomorrow. so you find ways to cope and then next time it's not as much end of the world as it is just normal bad #and so on etc #didn't mean to ramble that much but i suppose i had things to say

[ponderingmoonlight]

JJK men after hurting (y/n)

Pairing: Choso x reader; Gojo x reader

Word Count: 4,7k (Gojo's part is huge)

Warnings: this is drama over drama so be prepared, injury in Choso's part, mentioned pregnancy and breakup in Gojo's part, also Geto is an a-hole in here and it isn't 100% accurate to the original story-timeline, it's getting veeeery heated my lovelys, but also comfort but mostly hurt

As usual, I am very thankful for every little like, comment or reblog (thank you anon hehe). Let me know what you think of this, I literally poured my heart and soul into these two parts <3

Tags: @sanicsmut I just know you'll like this girl, @chilichopsticks

Choso Kamo

„(y/n), this is nothing I will discuss with you right now. Just stay here.”

“I can’t let you kill him, this isn’t right. His death won’t bring back your brothers!”, you shout urgently, hands desperately trying to keep him from walking away.

“I always appreciate your opinion and support. But this is something I have to do for myself. Don’t get in the way.”

With one last glance back he’s gone, lost in the neon signs around you, shadow immerged into darkness.

Your brain goes into panic mode immediately, palms sweaty just by the thought of him haunting that boy down. How strange it is that you are able to call Choso your boyfriend. Choso Kamo, a reincarnated curse that is over 150 years old. Choso Kamo, who seems cold-hearted to people when he first meets them. Choso Kamo, who loves his family more than anything else.

You know this isn’t him, that killing Yuji Itadori is nothing but an act of revenge for him that he hopes will make him feel better.

“But how does killing someone else solve your problems?”

He never answered this question. He didn’t have to, given the fact that he just stared at you with furious eyes. You know all too well how it broke him to lose his brothers through the hands of some random jujutsu sorcerers. Fuck, you were just as heartbroken as he was. But if revenge is the only solution, wouldn’t this little game go on to infinity?

This isn’t the way, this isn’t the man you love. And you won’t let him go berserk only to regret what he did later on.

There is only one thing you can you now.

Your feet start moving on their own, following his shadow through the dark hallways of Shibuya’s train station. You aren’t a very gifted jujutsu sorcerer, maybe a grade 2 in sorcerer terms. But maybe your presence will be enough to stop him. Maybe his love is greater than the hatred he carries in his heart for that Idadori boy.

After all, it is a miracle in itself that he really loves you, a human being. Instead of killing you right on the spot he decided to safe you and even take care of your multiple wounds back then when you first met. You are not only hopelessly in love with him, but owe him his life. It’s time for you to give something back.

The only thing that echoes through the hallways are your very own rapid steps and sharp breaths. Please let him be okay, please let him still search for that boy. Your forehead glisters in sweat, the area only illuminated by the changing neon signs.

Finally a sound. You stop in your tracks immediately and close your eyes while holding your breath. It’s far away, but those are steps and dampened rumbling. It has to be him. And he’s definitely not alone. 

You can’t waste any time. As fast as your shaky legs carry you, you run down the hallway, eyes roaming around to catch a glimpse of his dark messy hair. Did he found Yuji Itadori? From what you’ve heard, Sukuna’s vessel is a quite skilled jujutsu sorcerer himself. But despite that, you know how much power Choso holds. If they meet, there will definitely be a fierce fight and your boyfriend might get hurt in the process.

But Yuji gets killed.

Suddenly water starts to soak into your shoes, pooling the surrounding area entirely. You furrow your brows. Where the hell is that coming from? Aren’t you underground? And also, it wasn’t raining outside…

Instinctively you follow the stream, noises growing louder and louder. Your heartbeat picks up, eyes wide open in realization. They have to be in there, in that toilet. The only think you are able to do is run. Water splashes around you, completely taking your already dimmed sight under the purple neon lights.

Until you see your boyfriend. Bending over the severely injured body of what looks like Yuji Itadori, fist ready to hit him with his last shot.

You don’t know what has gotten into you. Before you are able to even think about a plan you sprint forward and shield the boy’s body with your own.

Only to get hit in your stomach with full force by your own boyfriend.

For a moment you forget how to breathe, the only sound being the constant ringing in your ears along with a silent cough. Are you dead? You can’t tell with your sight completely turned black and your empty head.

“(y/n)”, is all Choso is able to breathe out.

It happened so fast he couldn’t react anymore. Within the split of a second, he was only able to direct his fist away from your head into your stomach.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

A trail of blood escapes your lips along with a cough, gaze completely empty. Did he kill you? His guts turn, he feels like fainting away. Oh god, what did he do?

“(y/n).”

You shouldn’t even be here in the first place. He told you to stay out of this, to leave this to him. Why on earth did you throw yourself in front of Yuji Itadori? How could you risk your life so reckless?

“(y/n)?”

You don’t react, glossy eyes wide open, directed into darkness. His shaky hands pull up your shirt, revealing a huge bruise. He broke a few of your ribs, that’s for sure.

“(y/n)!”, he begs again, repeating your name over and over like a prayer.

His hands grab your body and pull you away from Itadori while all he can do is kneeling next to you. Are you even breathing? Fuck, you are so cold and completely soaked in water that still pours down without mercy.

“(y/n)…”

His hand caresses your cheek gently. You just have to wake up. This is a bad dream, right? He didn’t just punch you with full force, he isn’t responsible for you laying here with broken bones and bruises. No, he didn’t just hurt the love of his life, his precious girlfriend.

Are those tears running down his cheeks? He can’t tell. The water pouring down on him makes it hard to see.

“Don’t…kill…him…”, you suddenly mumble.

Choso feels like flying and dying at the same time, relieved by hearing your voice while being absolutely crushed be the fact that he is responsible for your poor state.

“Why did you throw yourself in front of him, (y/n)? I never wanted to hurt you. I would have never hurt you…”, he stutters, pressing your upper body against his.

You cough violently, feeling as if your spilling your guts out every second. God, you feel terrible. If you move a single inch you’ll faint away into darkness.

But despite the pain that rolls over you like a tsunami, you force your eyes to look at him? His beautiful screwed up face, his glistening eyes. Is he crying? This might be the first time you’ve ever seen him like this.

“I know you didn’t wanted to hurt me. Did you kill him?”

Your voice isn’t more than a fade away whisper, almost too distant to get under the pouring water. But the second your words reach his ears, Choso can’t hold back any longer.

He’s crumbling in front of you like a piece of paper, hands holding onto you for dear life.

Choso almost killed you. The love of his life, the only thing that’s worth living. And for what? Because he was seeking revenge.

“But how does killing someone else solve your problems?”

Your wise words repeat themselves over and over in his head. Fuck, if he only listened to you. He shouldn’t have agreed to work with Geto in the first place out of sheer rage. No, he could lay in bed with you at the moment, hearing about what is currently happening at Shibuya in the news.

Then this wouldn’t have happened. Then you wouldn’t lay in front of him severely injured.

His whole face is screwed up, trembling fingers clenched to tight that they bleed while a sob escapes his lips.

All of this is his fault.

“I’m so sorry, (y/n). I’m so so sorry”, he cries out, placing his head on your chest.

“Is he dead?”, you croak out, tired eyes wandering to the boy’s unconscious figure leaning against the wall.

“Yes…Yes he does…”

A weak smile forms on your lips. So this wasn’t in vain. After all, you reached your goal.

“Thank god…”, you mutter.

Choso’s guilty conscience eats him up from the inside. Why? Why the hell did he think killing Yuji Itadori is a good idea in the first place? Despite the deaths of his brothers, despite all the pain he’s been through, despite the fact that he isn’t even human.

He loves you with all his heart. Your gentle disposition that is the opposite of his cold-hearted one. Your friendly smile that outshines his emotionless expression every time. The way you love him although he didn’t even know what love is when he first met you.

You showed him so many facets of life and he tramples on all the things you taught him.

“I will get you out of here. And I promise will every fiber of my being that I will change, that something like this will never happen again”, he blurts out.

“You don’t have to change, darling. You just need to decide on your perspective of life.”

Everything hurts, you feel like dying from the inside. Although you don’t seem to bleed externally, the stinging taste of blood in your mouth tells you you are severely injured. A load moan escapes your lips when Choso gently lifts you off the ground, body screaming out in agony.

With a gentle kiss on your forehead and tears still running down his cheeks. Something like this will never happen again. Not through the hands of others and especially not his.

God, never again will he ever hurt you.

Satoru Gojo

Your fingers tremble uncontrollably as you try to figure out what you hold in your hands. Is this…positive?

Are you really pregnant?

Two lines. Two clearly visible lines. You feel like fainting and flying at the same time, your thoughts are racing.

Is this really happening? Are you dreaming?

No, the proof lies visible in your hands. You are pregnant. You are expecting a child with Satoru Gojo.

“Listen (y/n)…I’ve been thinking about this for a while now…Have you ever thought about having a baby? I mean, you’ve been my girlfriend for more than 6 years, my fiancé for half a year. I’ve never seen me as a father and I know this isn’t the best timing considering what’s going on in the word at the moment. But the thought of you with a precious baby belly, a child with your eyes…This thought filled me with so much joy recently that I wanted to talk about this with you.”

You couldn’t find words, his sudden outburst caught you off guard. But oh how much you thought about that too, how it would feel to have a child with the man you love more than anything else on this world, to start a family with Satoru. Tears started to sting your eyes, arms wrapped around him tightly.

“I would absolutely love that!”, you cried out, face buried against his broad chest while he stroked your hair just the way you like it.

“We don’t have to rush anything. Just living like usual without protection”, he mumbled against your head.

“I love you so much, Satoru. Nothing makes me happier than being with you. And maybe next year there will be three of us.”

He smiled down at you the way that always makes you see stars. God, how much you love that man. The thought alone to spend the rest of your life with him and your little family filled your heart with nothing buy warmth and joy.

“I love you too, sweetheart. More than anything else”, he mumbled.

Satoru. What are you supposed to do? Call him, text him, drive to Jujutsu High? You’re on your day off while he told you this morning that he’ll teach the new student, Yuta. As much as you’d love to get in your car immediately and meet him in person, you shouldn’t disturb him right now. No, this is something special. This needs time, a calm evening and privacy.

A little message can’t hurt though.

Hey babe, can’t wait to see you tonight. I’ve got some exciting news. Love you <3

You let out your shaky breath, eyes darting to the test again. Is this really your life? It surely can’t get any better than that.

-Satoru’s POV-

“I hate so say it, but I guess there’s no way out of this”, Shoko comments.

But there has to be. After all, he’s the strongest, he’s the only one who’s able to protect you right. This shouldn’t be the only way to save you, there has to be more.

“I will find a way around this”, Gojo hisses through gritted teeth, hands so tensed up that his veins pop out.

“You can’t. There’s absolutely no way to keep her save. She’ll insist on going with you if you tell her. And if you don’t she’ll find out and come to your place. Or worse, someone else will find her. She is the safest when she’s gone.”

Fuck. Satoru slams his fist against the table, blood squirting. He knows she’s right. Deep down, he is very aware of the fact that no matter how he twists and turns it, you’re in danger. Suguru made that very clear. He has to make a decision now, even if it breaks his own heart.

“So what’s the solution then, huh? Breaking up with her?”, he barks at Shoko.

“If you really want to make sure that she’s safe and gone, yes. Aren’t her parents living far away from here?”

That’s not what he wanted to hear. Thick rage crawls up his spine and takes his sight. He’ll kill all of them. Every single one of these curses and Suguru’s accomplices. This shouldn’t be the only way, he shouldn’t have to break the heart of the women he loves most.

Fuck, how much he hates to see you cry. Just a few days ago, he told you that he wanted to have kids with you, to start a family, he proposed to you. This will not only break your heart, but shatter you into million pieces.

“I get that it’s rough and that you don’t wanna do it. But if you want to make sure that (y/n) is safe, you have to make her believe that it’s over.”

“What if I’m hiding her somewhere at Jujutsu High? What if I’m staying by her side?”

“She’ll never allow that and you know it. (y/n) would rather die herself than letting other people suffer because you aren’t there.”

She’s right. Deep down Satoru knows that every word Shoko says is true.

- Later that evening –

You almost fall off the couch in excitement when you hear keys turning in the lock. He’s finally home! It must have been a pretty rough day if he wasn’t even able to reply to your text. Your fingers hold onto the test in your hands for dear life, heart jumping up and down in joy. How will he react? Will he laugh, will he cry? You don’t know. But he’ll surely be cheerful.

“Hey babe, I need to talk about something with you!”

The sound of your joyful voice alone makes him want to break down. Fuck, you don’t deserve this, none of this is your fault at all. So why does he have to break your heart so violently? He shakes his head, blindfold covering his already glossy eyes. There’s no way out of this. He needs to hurt you in order to save you.

“Oh, there you are”, you breathe out when you catch a glimpse of him.

Satoru looks as breathtaking as always, albeit a little drained. It must have been a rough day for him. But your news will definitely brighten up his mood.

“Babe, there’s something absolutely exciting I have to tell y-“

“(y/n)”.

The harsh tone in his voice quiets you down immediately, the grin on your face washed away in the wind.

“I have something to talk about”, he announces.

Why does he have to be so cold? What has gotten into him? Worry lines disrupt your face.

“Oh, did something happen?”

The innocent tone in your voice kills him right on the spot along with your stunning glimmering orbs…No, he needs to do this. After all it’s for your well-being. You’ll see that too, hopefully.

“I’m breaking up with you.”

You hold your breath, eyes scanning over his stunning face for any hint of sarcasm, for an emotion. But no, all he does is staring down at you with stone cold orbs, arms crossed in front of his chest.

You feel like fainting, world collapsing around you. No, this can’t be true. He can’t be serious. Not long ago, he told you he wants a child with you, he asked you to marry him. Your heart clenches, tears start glistering in your eyes. This has to be a nightmare.

“No”, you breathe out, shaking your head in disbelief.

“I’m breaking up with you, (y/n)”, he insists.

This isn’t a joke or a dream. You can tell that he’s serious, that he means every word he says.

“Why?”

“I don’t love you anymore.”

You can’t believe your ears.

“Just yesterday, you told me over and over how much you love me, you…you had sex with me, Satoru. Just a few hours ago.”

You can’t stop your tears from falling anymore, the feeling of this indescribable loss pulls the ground from under your feet.

“It meant nothing to me.”

His words hit you with full force, pushing you to sit down in order to not collapse onto the floor. Was all of this a game for him? And what about…?

Oh god, you feel like throwing up.

“I’m pregnant, Satoru.”

His heart stops. Your voice isn’t more than a fade whisper, almost too low for him to understand. Did you really just say that?

“What did you say?”

“I’m pregnant!”, you suddenly scream on top of your lungs.

Pregnant… You’re pregnant. You’re expecting his child, the child he told you he wants. You’ll be family! This is absolutely fantastic, you have to celebrate-

No. Satoru stops the seed of joy in his heart immediately. Now is not the right time for that. After all, he’s about to break up with you at the moment.

“I don’t care.”

His word cut through his very own heart like a knife, your face twisted in agony simply takes his breath away. You don’t deserve this, you don’t deserve any of those venomous words he spits at you. But he does it so you are safe. Yes, over and over he tells himself that this is for your best, that at least you’ll be out of the firing line. You’ll be safe and sound, you and his unborn child.

“Leave this place, stay with your parents or something. I don’t want to see you here any longer.”

In this moment, you feel like dying. Your past, present and future plays itself in front of your inner eye, reminding you of all the precious moments together. Was all of this a lie? Does he even care about you?

Like in trance you get up, grabbing nothing but your wallet and phone. You need to get away from here before you break down completely. If this is how he feels, he doesn’t deserve to see your grief.

God, he wants to break down in front of your feet, completely mesmerized by the way you carry yourself so well after his harsh words. Hopefully you will understand that he did this for you. Even though he broke your heart, you’ll live. And this is all that matters…

“Goodbye then, Gojo.”

The venomous sound of his last name out of your mouth makes him collapse onto the couch the second you close the door behind your back, tears glistening in his eyes.

Why? Why on earth did this just happen? Why did he have to hurt you like this? God, please let you understand it when all of this madness is over. Please let you be okay…

- Day of the night parade –

“Oh dear, look at this”, your mother breathes out while turning up the TV volume.

You gaze at the flickering pictures without any emotions, dark circles surrounding your eyes from all the nights without any sleep.

Satoru? You haven’t heard a word from him since that evening. That evening that altered your brain chemistry forever. That evening that showed you his real face. Since you’ve had nowhere else to go and wanted to be as far away from him as possible, you stayed with your parents ever since.

“What is going on at Tokyo?”, your father mutters.

Huh, looks like absolute chaos. Your eyes widen at the sheer amount of destruction, the reporter whose head gets ripped away by…

Your heart sinks.

This was a curse, without any doubt. What about Satoru?

No. You shake your head vehemently. This isn’t about him. What about your students, Nanami, Shoko, all the others? Are they okay? What is going on there? Suddenly you feel like standing up, too excited to sit.

You swore to never step a foot into Jujutsu High again, to start over somewhere else. But this…You can’t just sit here in silence with all your powers while your friends might die through the hands of curses.

“I need to leave”, you announce.

“What? But you said you want to stay here. (y/n), if this is about him…-“

“It’s not”, you interrupt your mother immediately.

“I need to watch after my friends.”

Yes. Screw Satoru and whatever he’s up to. Mindlessly your hands caress your little bump. This is your responsibly, the least you can do.

- At Toyko –

“Gojo-sensei, (y/n) is here”, Maki announces through her communicator as you walk through the barrier with ease.

Impossible.

His eyes widen in pure horror. All this pain and grieving over the last few weeks, all the nights he cried himself to sleep because he missed you, the countless thinking about your precious little baby.

And now you’re right here where you shouldn’t be, running into the arms of Suguru without even knowing it.

“Oh, I didn’t expect he’d be so dumb”, a painful familiar voice behind you suddenly speaks out.

You turn around, taking in the appearance of none other than Suguru Geto.

“Are you responsible for this whole mess?”, you question.

He steps forward, a satisfied grin plastered on his face. Fuck, this isn’t good. Suguru is a special grade, he could kill you without even trying. Are your students around? Maybe they are at Tokyo, maybe they are safe.

“Did Satoru send you here? Apparently he doesn’t care about you”, Suguru’s voice comments dryly.

Your heart immediately stings in agony, fingertips trembling. Just a few innocent words that break you completely after weeks of pretending you’re okay.

“He broke up with me a few weeks ago”, you clarify.

Suguru breaks out in hysteric laughter while all you can do is stare at him and hold back your tears. How is he able to laugh about your feelings? Before he went berserk, you and Suguru got along pretty well. What happened to him?

“3 weeks ago, maybe?”

You tilt your head. Why that question? And why…why is he so accurate?

“Yeah”, you mutter.

“How ironic.”

“What’s so funny about that, asshole”, you bite back.

His figure comes to a stand so close to you that you can feel his breath creeping across your face.

“It’s funny that he tried to save you and now you’re standing right in front of me, (y/n).”

His words pull the ground from beneath your feet, thoughts racing so violently that you feel like throwing up. What did he say about Satoru trying to save you? What is all of this about? You lose your cool completely.

“What the hell are you talking about?”, you yell into his stupid smirk.

“I gave him an ultimatum. But now that you’re here already…Let’s get this over with.”

You aren’t able to properly understand a single word as he hounds a curse your direction.

“Why are you even here?”

Where is Satoru? What is going on here? Where are your students? So many unknown variables, so much pressure. You need answers.

“I’m here to kill Yuta Okkotsu.”

Your heart sinks immediately. Yuta? Suguru is probably on the hunt for Rika. No, you can’t let him get away with this.

“Over. My. Corpse.”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

“Oh dear (y/n). I always liked your charm, but nothing better than that.”

It’s hard to keep up with him without any weapon. Where is your dagger when you need it? You only have your powers and your combat skills to attack him. But Suguru isn’t dumb. It’s almost frightening, the way he keeps distance between both of you.

Your baby. Fuck, you need to be careful. After all, stress isn’t beneficial for your pregnancy.

And dying too.

-Satoru’s POV-

He runs as fast as his feet carry him, vision clouded by thick fear. He did all of this for you, to keep you out of grip for Suguru. And now you’re facing him alone, his students not able to help you. What about the baby? He needs to hurry. If Suguru harms one single hair on your head…

“Get away from her. Now”, he barks at his former best friend, positioning himself in front of you just in time before one of Suguru’s curses hits you.

“Ironic, isn’t it? That you even scarified your relationship only for her to run into my open arms.”

“I never thought you would go this far. She’s not only a jujutsu sorcerer, but my girlfriend. I thought you are better than that. Keep your hands off her or you’ll regret it.”

All you can do is stare at his broad back with tears glistening in your eyes. Is this why he broke up with you three weeks ago and left you alone pregnant? To keep you out of sight from Geto?

“Leave this place, stay with your parents or something.”

These three weeks of torture, of asking yourself over and over why you weren’t good enough and where you went wrong…because he was worried?

“Why didn’t you fucking tell me?”, you cry out, slamming your fists against his back over and over.

“Why did you just leave me like that? Why did you not leave me any choice? Why would you leave me standing in the rain pregnant? Why did you do this to me-“

“(y/n)”, he interrupts you, glossy eyes darted at you in a way you’ve never seen before.

Satoru grabs your hands and pulls you closer to him.

“Because I couldn’t stand you getting hurt”, he breathes out.

“Because I knew you wouldn’t watch out for yourself. Because I knew this was the only way to keep you safe, even though it meant breaking both of his into pieces. Trust me, I hated myself every single day over the last three weeks, wondering every miserable second how you’re doing. It made me lose my mind, (y/n). And now you’re here, right here where you shouldn’t be.”

“I’ve got hurt the second you broke up with me just after I’ve told you that I’m expecting your child!”, you scream into his face.

All the pain, the grief, the longing, the waiting. Everything crushes down at you and swallow you whole. All of this was in vain.

“I never stopped loving you, (y/n). On the contrary, my love for you is greater than my longing after you.”

For the first time since you’ve met him, you can see him cry. Tears roll down his face uncontrollably, the ocean blue of his eyes disrupted by rough red.

“I don’t mean to interrupt your little moment here, but now that you’re already here, I can kill you, right?”

As if in slow motion Satoru turns around to his former best friends, hands clenched into fists so tightly that blood spills.

“I will make you pay for every tear (y/n) spilled, for these weeks of torture. You will regret your threat for every single fucking day.”

“Let’s get it on, then”, Geto remarks dryly.

...

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[amysteryspot]

I Will Always Love You | B.B.

Summary: Bradley has no one to release him at his tapping out ceremony.

Warnings: female reader; use of (Y/N); reader has a big family; mentions of Bradley having no family left after Carole's death, mentions of the fight between Bradley and Maverick; breakup; kinda off a happy ending;

Word Count: 1023

A/N: This was written for the @roosterforme's fic challenge #love is in the air tgm. It was inspired by the song "I Will Always Love You" by Whitney Houston. I had so much fun writing it and I hope you all enjoy it.

They were meant to be. That’s what everyone said to them after they got together. It seemed like their friends had been waiting for the news already. (Y/N) and Bradley were so in sync with each other that it was obvious to everyone but them how perfect they worked together.

Her family welcomed him with open arms, which was a blessing. Bradley had little to no family he still had contact with after his mother’s passing and his fall off with his godfather. (Y/N) was the second eldest of five siblings, not to mention all of the cousins. They all loved him. She always told Bradley that he was easy to love.

In times like these, Bradley felt the loss of his mother the most. He was sure that Carole would have loved (Y/N) just as much as she had loved him.

They were meant to be… until they weren’t.

Coming from a big family, all (Y/N) wanted was a good job that could get her out of her parents home. Bradley understood that, after all, he was only in college as a way to get in the Navy, like he always dreamt. Everything was doing fine until their graduation.

“You’ve been strange since yesterday.” Bradley said, loosening his arms from around (Y/N) that was sitting beside him.

She sighed, turning around to look him in the eyes.

“I’ve received a proposal.”

Bradley blinked a couple of times, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“To go to London.”

The breath got caught in his throat as he looked at the woman he loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

“London?” He asks.

“Yes.” She confirms. “The office needs someone there and since I just graduated they thought it would be a great opportunity to start this new phase.”

The tension in the room was thick. Neither of them expected to have this conversation so soon. Bradley thought that they would at least have a couple of months to spare.

“You should go.” He finally said after what felt like hours of silence.

“Brad…”

He cuts her off before she can get another word in.

“It’s a great opportunity for you to start your career and…”

Her soft lips are on his and for a moment everything feels right. The kiss lasts only a couple of seconds, but it is enough to dissolve some of the tension, leaving place for sadness to set in.

“We have to talk.” She said.

“There’s nothing to talk about. You have to take this opportunity, you don’t know if you’ll get another.”

“I know.”

Simple as that. No buts, no questions. They both just knew.

“When do you leave?” He asks, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“I don’t know.” She answers, voice breaking.

That’s when the first tears start to fall. Bradley pulls her to him, snuggling themselves together, trying to get as close as they could to forget the storm above their heads.

“We will find a way.” He mumbles against her hair. “Everything will be okay.”

Maybe it wasn’t meant to be, after all.

Bradley had a month to prepare for the academy, (Y/N) was given the same time to prepare for her trip, so they both decided that they would make the most of the little time they had together. It was one of the hardest things he had to do in his life.

After too much talk, the both of them decided that ending their relationship to focus on their careers would be the best decision for both of them. They would be too busy with their jobs to be able to maintain a long distance relationship, so it seemed like the logical decision to make.

They agreed not to have an airport goodbye. (Y/N)’s family took her from Bradley’s place, but he didn’t go. Their goodbye was just their own.

And just like that, Bradley was alone again. He and (Y/N) parted as friends, her family still talked to him almost daily, but how do you stay friends with someone you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with?

With time he stopped answering her, it didn’t take long for her to stop trying to reach out and that’s how he ended up here, standing alone at his tapping out ceremony, with nobody to relieve him.

Until someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Bradley turned around to meet (Y/N) standing there as beautiful as the last time she woke up by his side. He was quick to engulf her in a hug and, before thinking, kissing her.

She tasted like cinnamon and coffee. It was so familiar and yet so strange. When they separated, he was quick to apologize.

“I’m sorry.” He started, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I…”

The words got lost between their lips once she kissed him again.

“Congratulations, soldier.” She mumbled against his lips. “Or should I say sailor?”

Bradley smiles, relinquishing the feeling of her hands caressing his face.

“Soon to be pilot.” He answers, opening his eyes to look at her.

“Well, soon-to-be-pilot, there’s more people here that want to see you.”

She turns around in his arms, making way for him to see her family cheering at him.

“Why is everybody here?” He laughed.

“Are you kidding me?” She asked, smiling. “There was no talking them out of coming to see their favorite member of the family become a soon-to-be-pilot.”

He frowned, unsure of how to react.

“You’re easy to love, Bradley Bradshaw. I’ll always love you and so will they.”

She kissed him again, taking him out of his head a little, before nudging him to go celebrate with her family—their family.

“Common, before they say that I want you all to myself.” She said, taking his hand and adding, “Which is true.”

Bradley smiled, “Later.” He promised. “You can have me all to yourself later.”

And that promise was enough to put both their hearts at ease. Even if they had only tonight, Bradley knew that a part of them would always belong to each other.

#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw imagine #top gun: maverick fanfic #mystery writings #amysteryspot #love is in the air tgm

[wolfjackle-creates]

Carry Your Heart: Danny's Arc Part 1

So I've collected all my snippets from the 1000 follower ask game (and added 800+ words). So enjoy the next part of Carry Your Heart!

Story Summary: Danny meets a ghost, Jason, in the Realms one day when cursing out Chaucer and Mr. Lancer both. Jason is determined to make him see the error of his ways.

And it turns out he can offer his help in more than just English.

They get closer and closer. Then they have their first kiss. Jason, still haunted by his own death, isn't willing to date Danny if he can't grow up by his side. He doesn't want to hold his boyfriend back or face their inevitable breakup when Danny gets too old for him. And he misses his family more than he can say.

He goes to seek out Desiree to make a wish.

First, Previous

Word Count: 2.6k

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Danny floated back and forth—pacing without legs—in front of the door to the examination room. Frostbite was in there with Jason. Other yetis rushed in and out, most able to spare him nothing more than a sympathetic look as they hurried off to get some medicine or another expert or a new device.

He just wanted to know.

What had happened to Jason? He’d been fine the last time they’d seen each other. It’d been perfect. Jason had enjoyed the date and even kissed him and he was supposed to be there again today. He just wanted his boyfriend.

He landed heavily on the floor, and buried his face in his knees, back pressed against the wall just waiting for someone, anyone, to tell him anything.

But it was hours more before Frostbite came out. And when he did, his face was grim.

“I’m sorry, great one. We cannot determine what has happened to your companion nor how to help him.”

Danny core stuttered, and he launched himself at the yeti, wrapping him in a hug. “No, you have to be able to do something. Please. He can’t—” His breath caught. He wouldn’t finish the sentence. Voicing it would make it true.

Frostbite hugged him back, his thick arms and fur made his hugs the most comforting ones Danny had ever felt. “We will, of course, continue to research Jason’s condition and try new treatments. However…”

Danny tensed and sniffed, trying to keep himself from succumbing to tears again. “However?”

“Jason is a fire core. The Far Frozen is not an appropriate environment for him while he is in such a delicate state. A few hours, even a day or so, every few weeks will not hurt and will allow us to try new therapies. But he will not thrive if he stays here longer than that.”

Danny lost the fight and cried into his mentor’s chest. Where else could he take Jason? Where would he be safe? What would happen if he brought him home and his parents found him? Would they even recognize what he was?

Before too long, though, Danny pulled away. “Will he be safe here for just a bit longer? I need to go home. See if, see if I can keep him safe.”

“Of course, Great One. We will watch over your friend for as long as you need us to. And we will prepare a heated chamber for him to rest in. But I urge you to return quickly.”

Danny nodded. “I will. Will he… Does he understand what’s going on? Can I say goodbye?”

Frostbite stepped back and placed a giant paw on Danny’s back. “We do not know what he may be aware of while he is in this state. But you are, of course, welcome to say your goodbyes. If he is aware, I am certain he will appreciate them.”

Frostbite led him into the room. Jason, appearing as a mostly blackened coal, his fire only barely visible deep in his core, was floating over a pedestal, three other yetis around him taking notes on tablets.

“The Great One wishes to speak to his suitor,” announced Frostbite when they entered. “Please give them some privacy.”

The yetis all murmured their agreements and filed out, each wishing luck and good health and condolences to Danny as they did.

“I shall be just outside. Take as long as you need.”

“Is there anything I should know? Will I hurt him if I touch him or anything?”

Frostbite shook his head. “Be gentle, of course, but there is little you can do by accident that will worsen his condition.” He patted Danny on the head, then followed his people out of the room.

For a minute, Danny was frozen. Jason was just a few feet away, but Danny couldn’t bring himself to move closer. He didn’t want to do this. Why did this have to happen now? When things were finally going well for him?

Danny sniffed again and floated forward. “Hey, Jay,” he started. “Um, Frostbite says that he and his yetis can’t figure out what happened or how to help you.” Danny’s voice cracked, but he kept going. “I’m… I’m gonna do what I can to help you. Find the people or medicine that can help.” He reached out a hand and gently brushed the edge of Jason’s core. “I just… I need to make sure I can keep you safe, first. I’m gonna, I’m gonna tell my parents. And if, when, they accept me, I’m gonna come back for you and bring you home.

“And then my parent’s can help find a cure for you, too. They’re brilliant, you know,” Danny choked back a sob. “With them and Frostbite working together? We’ll have you fixed up right away. So hang tight, okay? I’ll be back for you soon.” Danny leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to Jason’s core. The surface was rough; after pulling away, he rubbed at his lips, half expecting to see soot on his gloves. But they were clean. With a sigh, he turned and left the room, only glancing back once when he got to the door.

“Great One, are you ready to depart?” asked Frostbite from the hall.

Danny peeled his eyes away from his boyfriend and nodded. “Yeah. I am. I’ll be back soon, though. I promised.”

“I have full faith in you. I wish you safe travels.”

Danny gave a half-smile. “Thanks. I just need to make sure I have a safe place to take him. Once I confirm that, I’ll be back to collect Jason.”

“I shall have sentries posted to watch for your return.”

With one last thanks, Danny left.

The trip to the portal seemed both endless and like it was over in no time. Rumors had spread from the mad dash he’d taken to the Far Frozen and no one bothered him on his return.

And then he was in front of the portal. With a deep breath, he turned invisible and crossed over. His parents weren’t in the lab. Good. That meant he had a few minutes. He could get Jazz, let Sam and Tucker know what had happened. Prepare for what was going to come next.

He transformed and made his way upstairs. No parents in the living room or kitchen.

“Jazz?” he called out.

Footsteps echoed from upstairs, then Jazz was hanging over the railing. “Danny! Welcome back. You were gone quite a while. Get up to trouble with your boyfriend?” she grinned at him.

Danny didn’t know what expression he made at her innocent question, but Jazz’s smile disappeared.

“What’s wrong?”

Danny opened his mouth, then closed it again. Where did he even start? He rubbed at his eyes and focused on just breathing. “Jay, he’s… Something happened, Jazz.”

Suddenly Jazz was in front of him and hugging him tight. “It’s okay, Danny. We’ll figure it out. What happened?”

He clutched at her shirt, just trying to keep from breaking down in tears again. “Jason, he… He’s in a coma, Jazz. Frostbite and his doctors can’t figure out what happened or how to fix him.”

Jazz ran her fingers through his hair. “Oh, Danny. I’m so sorry. I’m sure they’ll figure it out, though. They’re the experts.”

Danny shook his head. “They can’t keep him there. It’s the Far Frozen and Jason has a fire core. It’s not safe for him to be there when he’s so weak, Frostbite said.”

Jazz let out a steady breath and squeezed tighter. “What are you going to do?”

Danny pulled away. “Jason is trapped as just his core. I can’t leave him in the Far Frozen and there’s no one else I trust to be able to keep him safe. I have to keep him here, with me.”

Jazz bit her lip. “Danny…”

Danny held up his hand. “I know what you’re thinking. If mom and dad found a ghost core in my room or my backpack? No. I’m not going to risk Jason like that. So I have to tell them. Once they know, they’ll accept me. And I’ll convince them that Jason is harmless and it’ll be fine. It’ll be just fine.” Danny clutched his hands into fists and crossed his arms to hide the fact that he was shaking. His parents would accept him.

They had to.

Jazz stared at him for a long moment and Danny had no clue as to what she was thinking. But then she sighed and ran a hand through her own hair. “Okay. Okay, we’ll do this your way. It’ll be fine. You’re right. But we’re getting Sam and Tucker here first and we’re putting together a go-bag. We’re not going to need it. But we’ll have it.”

Danny forced a smile. “We’re not going to need it.”

“Now, text your friends. Mom and Dad will be home in an hour or two.”

Danny did as told. As soon as he hit send, his phone started vibrating with two incoming calls. He hesitated just a moment before answering as a three-way call. “Jason’s been hurt,” he said, interrupting their shouted questions. “He’s been forced into his core. Frostbite can’t figure out how to help him and since he’s a fire core, he can’t stay in the Far Frozen. I want to bring him back here and keep him safe with me—”

“But your parents,” finished Sam.

“Yeah.” Danny closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “So I’m gonna tell them. Can you come?”

“Of course, dude!” exclaimed Tucker. “Almost out the door now. I’ll be there in ten.”

“It’ll be twenty for me,” said Sam. Then she hummed. “Maybe thirty. There’s some things I want to get, just in case.”

“Thanks, Sam, Tucker.”

“You should know by now,” said Tucker, “you don’t even have to ask with us.”

“Yeah, dummy, we’ve got your back. Be there soon as I can.”

Danny hung up and gave Jazz another shaky smile. “They’re on their way. Tucker will be here in ten, Sam might take a bit longer because she wants to grab some things.”

Jazz nodded. “Good. I’m going to start putting together your go-bag. Is your backpack in your room?”

Danny nodded and Jazz ran up the stairs. He followed her at a walk, trying to ignore the way his heart was beating hard in his chest or the way his knees felt like they were going to give out with every step. His parents loved him, they did.

It was going to be fine. He’d tell them, they’d hug him, and he’d go get Jason and come home.

When he got to his room, Jazz had dumped all his school books and binders and papers out of his backpack and was raiding the first aid kit under his bed to transfer as much of it as she could into the bag.

“There you are, get two large water bottles and all the breakfast bars from the pantry. And whatever other food you can find that is both high-calorie and easy to pack.”

He turned and walked back downstairs. Nothing felt real, he almost felt numb and he couldn’t muster up the urgency Jazz had as he sifted through the pantry and grabbed the water bottles.

That was how Tucker found him, staring at the pantry with a stack of snacks on the counter next to him.

“You doing okay?” he asked.

Danny just shrugged and pulled out a box of cereal. He tasted some; it was stale. He put it back.

Tucker pulled him into a hug. “Hey, there, Danny. It’s going to be okay. Frostbite will be able to help Jason, and we’ll be by your side as you talk to your parents.”

Danny hugged Tucker back, trying to just keep his breath steady and his hands from shaking. “Jazz is upstairs. We should go.”

“I’ll help you carry everything. And I’ve got some jerky to add to the pile, meat is the most important food group, after all!”

That finally caught his attention and he pulled away with a small smile. “I won’t need it, you know. Jazz is just being paranoid.”

Tucker frowned, but didn’t contradict him. “Then let’s go make her feel better.”

“Okay.”

“Also!” exclaimed Tucker. “I’ve got a new phone for you. This one uses ectoplasm to connect to my devices and from there, can connect to anyone else. It should work even in the Realms.”

That finally broke through some of the numbness surrounding Danny. He cracked a small, but sincere, smile. “You’ll have to explain to me how you managed that.”

Tucker laughed and immediately launched into his explanation as they brought the food back upstairs to join Jazz.

Jazz gave them a tight smile when they walked in. “Hey, Tucker. What did you get, Danny?”

“Like you said, all the protein and breakfast bars. Tuck’s got some jerky he can add to the pile.” And last, Danny dropped the box of cosmic brownies. “And I grabbed these, too. No one else will eat them.”

Jazz stared at the brownies for a long time, and Danny thought she was going to scold him for grabbing something frivolous. But she shook her head and packed them without comment. “Thanks, Tucker,” she said when she grabbed the bag of jerky next.

“Tucker made me a phone,” said Danny. “One that should work, even in the Realms. He was just telling me about it.”

This time, Jazz’s smile was much more genuine. “Really? How’s that work?”

“So, as I was telling Danny, the phone is connected to my computer through ectoplasm. It took a long time to figure out how to do it, but they will always be connected to each other now. Then, through my computer, it can connect to other computers or even the phone network. Gives it access to the internet and cell towers and your service will be as good as mine.”

Jazz shook her head. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

Tucker blushed. “Uh, well. It’s really not a big deal.”

Jazz held up a hand. “No, it is a big deal. Thank you.”

Danny looked around his room, cataloging all his belongings. His skateboard leaned against the wall next to his bed. The model rockets on his bookshelf. Then his eyes landed on his old, beat-up copy of Canterbury Tales. He walked over as Jazz and Tucker continued to talk and took down the book.

He flipped it open and was faced with the comments Jason and he’d written in the margins. Jason, cheering on the Wife of Bath or scoffing at the Knight. Jason, using modern slang to improve the old-fashioned translation. Jason, doodling a little star when Danny finally got something on his own.

He blinked and a tear tracked down his face, then another. He wiped at his cheeks and closed the book. “Jazz,” he said as he sat next to them on the floor, “pack this, too.”

“Danny…” she started as she saw the book. But then she took in his expression and she sighed. “Of course. I managed to get two outfit changes in your bag, four pairs of boxers. A good amount of medical supplies. And all the food you brought up. We’ll get the book in there, too. Anything else you’ll need?”

Downstairs, the front door slammed and all three of them tensed.

“Just me!” shouted Sam, followed by the sound of her combat boots echoing on the stairs.

Jazz let out a relieved laugh and the rest of them relaxed.

“I got what I wanted to give you!” said Sam as she pushed her way into the room, slamming the door shut behind her. She tossed a wallet to Jazz who opened it and gasped.

“Sam, this is too much!”

Sam shrugged. “I’ve been saving it up. My parents won’t even notice, just had to stop by an ATM on the way here.” She flopped onto the ground and wrapped an arm around Danny’s shoulders. “So how are we gonna do this?”

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[marvelwomenarehot0]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬.

Warnings: cursing, talking of cancer, character death, no happy ending, crying, bad spelling, lmk if I missed anything!!!

Summary: Natasha’s been acting weird lately. I wonder why?

Word count: 1002

Authors notes: anddddd I did it!!! I don’t know if it’s angsty enough, but I wrote this for the lovely Jess (aka @daddynattt)!! hope you enjoy and my requests are open if you want to!! happy readinggggg!!!

The wind that blew against the windows along with the rain made you shiver. The chilly winds of December blew through, giving not much room for any sort of warmth. Your girlfriend of three years, Natasha, stood next to you holding your hand with a smile. She gave you a soft kiss, before slowly pulling away and looking around.

Natasha had been on her phone a lot more now. You couldn’t really understand why, yet it did give you a sort of bad feeling in your stomach.

“I’m going to run out, grab something to eat” Natasha spoke, finally prying her eyes off of her phone to look at you. You nodded and smiled, awaiting a kiss that never came as Natasha stood up. She collected her things and left.

You watched the door, your stomach churning a little and you looked down. Something just felt off in every way. You didn’t understand it- not truly Natasha was your first girlfriend and only girlfriend that you’d ever had. You had met in college and had stayed together through it.

A bit of time went by of you just waiting. You texted her a few times- no reply. Which, to you, was weird considering the fact that she was always on her phone lately. Eventually as you kept texting, you got worried, and you set your phone down just to grab some water from the kitchen.

When you returned to the couch and opened up your phone, the texts you saw truly broke your heart.

“Stop fucking texting me. This? This was a joke, a stupid dare that went to far. Let me be very clear when I say this, I’ve never loved you. Any I love yous I’ve said have been fake. Lies. Dont message me again.”

You stared at the text in disbelief, blinking a few times as the tears rushed into your eyes. They almost immediately started falling down your face, dripping onto the screen. You went to type something and to send it, and the message turned green. She’d blocked you.

The nagging feeling in your stomach grew heavy. You could no longer fight the tears that streamed down your face, onto your shirt, under your shirt and staining the couch below you. You let out a few choked sobs, scratching at your throat as you stared at the phone.

How could she? The dates, the I love yous, the promises of having kids together and marriage was all lies. A dare. A stupid dare. The truth felt like a knife through the heart, piercing in so many ways. She had dug the knife into your back and pulled it out to let you bleed, alone.

It wasn’t like you had anyone else. Everyone in your family believed you were a mistake, a gross idea of what could have been. Natasha had been the first person to ever truly love you. She’d made you feel like the happiest girl in the world.

Laying there on the couch only made things worse. Your head wouldn’t stop spinning, sobs falling freely as your hands clawed at the cushions. You managed to pull yourself up, stumbling into your shared room, only to realize that none of her stuff was there. Completely wiped off, like she’d never been there.

You stood there, unable to think clearly. How? Why? When? You moved a little closer and ran your hand across the side Natasha used to sleep on. It made you sob harder, collapsing to the floor in a heap of tears and snot.

(About a one year timeskip here)

You stared down at the grave in front of you, the flowers and small teddy bear sitting in front of it making your tears flow faster.

Three months after the breakup, Natasha had been admitted to the hospital. You hadn’t known, you’d obviously gone no contact, especially since you couldn’t contact her in the first place.

Natasha had been diagnosed with leukemia, and was dying. She didn’t have the heart to actually tell you that, and she wasn’t even the one who’d actually sent the text to you that day. A stupid old friend.

As Natasha laid on that hospital bed, her thoughts were of you. She did love you. She loved you so much. Natasha stared up at the white ceilings and let her eyes closed, the monitor beside her slowly stopping the beeping that it had made. Her final thoughts were of you.

Standing above the grave made you even sadder inside. You slowly sat down and sniffled a bit, fixing the flowers and teddy bear so it looked perfect. You eventually laid down what you had gotten for her- a tiny necklace. You laid it on the teddy bears neck, pressing a kiss to its small head before looking back towards rhe grave.

“I forgive you. For- for everything.. I miss you so much, I never stopped loving you” you whispered quietly, taking a deep breath before continuing.

“I hate you for the pain you caused me, but I never could truly stay angry at you. I- I can’t let you go.” You mumbled, tears dropping onto the ground as you spoke in shambles. You took a shuddery breath before you stood back up, pressing a kiss to the grave with closed eyes.

“Till we meet again, my love.” There was a gentle rustle of the trees, and you gave a tiny smile. Maybe you would meet again, maybe you wouldn’t. All you knew was that you would never stop loving her.

#venus writes #natasha x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff #angst

[beabeemu]

More than this

Gojo satoru!!

Kind of a word dump hehehe, mentions of death. slight crossover of naruto (mentioned 1 character) fushi-gojo family heheheh angst oops divorced parents kinda not edited

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Despite you and Gojo breaking up 3 months ago, Megumi and tsumiki still asked to see you. Whenever Gojo was late to pick them up the other, they would simply request Gojo to have you pick them up instead, knowing that you always pick them up on time. As much as Gojo wanted to avoid interacting with you, he couldn’t deny that the kids both love you. More than they love gojo. He just makes sure to let you know that it was the kids that wanted to see you, not him. Definitely not him. 

Swiping the green button on your phone, you answered the call of the man whose heart you broke. 

“What is it gojo” 

The name stung, but putting that aside, he went back to the issue at hand. 

“Wow so no hello?” 

“Hello gojo, what do you need? I’m kind of busy” You said as you skimmed the document your assistant handed you. Also while typing on your computer. 

Your breakup was a mutual decision, a heart-clenching decision for both of you. But that was 3 months ago, you two have moved on, right? Well Y/N most certainly did. She did initiate the argument first. Gojo was just fighting in a game where you had already won. 

“I was gonna ask you if you can have Megumi and tsumiki sleepover? I have an overnight trip tonight, but I’ll be back tomorrow. They’re in school right now, so can you pick them up also? I kind of need to go after lunch. I know it’s kind of a lot to ask bu-” 

“Yeah sure, anything else?” 

“-oh, well nothing else, I guess.” 

“Good, bye” 

Then you hung up.

Sometimes Gojo just wished that you two hadn’t broken up, he hated the situation you two were in. And the conversation you two had still haunts him at night.  

Gojo had felt the tension of your relationship, the brittleness of its holds to each other. And the bridge you two built was burning. And there was nothing he could’ve done to prevent it. The love you two had was something different from the others, but nothing could compare to him. 

Nothing compared to th strong feeling you clearly held for your ex. Your dead ex. Gojo knew what he had involved himself in when you two got together. But his feelings for you overpowered all his worries and doubts, and that was what he regretted most. 

Despite being together with him, he can’t help but think 

‘what if you're seeing him instead of me?’ 

You couldn’t love him the way he needed to be loved. And you couldn’t give him that kind of love. Couldn’t give him that special place for him, but instead keeping it on hold for someone who wasn’t gonna come back. 

“You deserve so much better toru” 

“No. please, I’ll do better I promise, please” Holding onto you, on his knees not wanting to let you go. In your apartment, with Megumi and tsumiki waiting in the car, waiting for gojo.

“I can’t, it’s not you. I promise its not you… I shouldn’t have entered a relationship knowing that I haven’t moved on from my ex.” 

Shaking his head, as if that would make it all disappear. You closed your laptop and looked at the picture frames that decorated your desk. One was Megumi and tsumiki, they were holding a cake that said ‘Happy valentines Day!’

The Second was a picture of Gojo and Megumi. Megumi was on Gojo’s shoulders 

The third was much harder to look at. 

It was a wedding photo, of you and your husband, Itachi. Looking at the photo and recalling all the memories, accidentally caressing the ring that adorned your finger. Even when you were together with Gojo, you didn’t take it off. You were a cruel, cruel person to be in a relationship with. Which is why, you broke up with him. He may be hurting now. But he will hurt even more when he realized that when nights come and you’re crying trying to call out to your dead husband. 

The only reason that you were only keeping in contact with him (again, cruel) was because of the kids, Megumi and tsumiki. And you knew it was wrong, so you left, but not far enough for them to feel abandoned again.

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#satoru gojo x reader #anime #satoru gojo #gojo saturo #jjk #gojo angst #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo x reader fluff #gojo sensei #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro tsumiki #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #naruto #itachi uchiha

[heaven4lostgirls]

Can I request barty crouch jr x reader set in hogwarts where he's starting to lean more and more towards the dark lord and is getting closer to the kids of the current death eaters and they say he can't really be serious about the cause seeing as his girlfriend is a mudblood/half blood/blood traitor idk you pick? And so barty breaks up with you to prove that he's serious about following the dark lord. Lots of angst pls that is if you want to write this no pressure just thought I'd ask and see xx 💔

a/n: ty for the request i had loads of fun writing this!!

what about us?

barty crouch jr x reader

tags: angst, sad ending, breakup, character death

barty crouch junior, he was your everything. the air you breathed in on a summer morning and a warm sip of hot chocolate on a winters day. he made you the happiest you had ever been however you failed to figure out where you had gone wrong.

you and barty had never fought before and you didn’t seem to be having any troubles, of course the looming war was hanging over everyone’s head but barty and you had always assured each other that you would keep the other safe.

so why all of a sudden had he decided you weren’t worth the trouble? why did your blood status all of a sudden matter? he had never seen you as less than when you had first started dating but now it was like you were looking at a stranger.

this isn’t you barty.

his eyes were cold and distant but you could see somewhere underneath the swimming pools of chocolate there was a hint of pain.

why. why are you doing this.

you could feel the exact moment your heart fell to the pit of your stomach.

“barty..? what do you mean? i thought we were okay-“

he cuts you off suddenly and you can almost hear your heart break as the next words leave his mouth

“you’re a muggleborn y/n, you know the dark lord will not accept you, it’s just like lucius said-“

“lucius? since when did you start listening to that prick?!”

“SINCE HE WANTS ME TO GET THE MARK”

his voice his loud and cold. yours is soft and shaky

“w-what? we talked about this, i thought you didn’t want to fight? barty this isn’t you, please just listen to me-“

“stop y/n. your a mudblood. whatever we had? it’s over”

your heart breaks a little more, never once had barty ever used that word against you.

“this isn’t the barty i fell in love with, you’re a stranger to me.”

his ears start to ring, he didn’t want to do this, he can’t let you walk out of his life knowing that you hate him.

god, lucius really had brainwashed him. you’re right, this isn’t him but he doesn’t know what to do.

his eyes well up with tears and he can see through his blurry vision that your eyes soften as he shows an ounce of emotion.

“i’m sorry-“

“don’t. i don’t want to see you again bartemius.”

you walk away faster than his hand trying to grasp you can. he tries to follow but something stops him.

merlin, he fucked up.

on the 23rd of july 1978 you had walked out of barty’s life.

on the 6th of august 1979 you were killed by death eaters in your home alongside your entire family.

when barty heard the news he had broken down. his heart was torn out of his chest. he never meant for this to happen. he just wanted to keep you safe.

he had missed you ever minute of every day since you had left, he had written countless letters that he kept under his bed to send to you asking for forgiveness

now you would never get to read them.

the ring he had sworn he would give to you once the war was over would lay untouched.

his life ended the minute your families name hit the papers, and his heart turned cold the moment his only good left him forever

#juliwrites #harry potter #marauders #barty crouch junior #barty crouch jr angst #barty crouch jr x reader #bartemius crouch junior #bartemius crouch jr

[ohtobeleah]

She comes to him during her first break up and he’s ready to beat up this 16 year old high schooler for her.

Terms of Endearment Masterlist & Terms of Endearment // Natasha x Rhett

Oh. It’s one of those times when Rhett’s actually in North Island for a while. He comes and goes. He’s got shared custody of the twins and this time it just seemed easier to come to them and Phoenix than it did to ship em off to Wabang.

Co-parenting is easy when the love of your life is the mother of your children. But don’t tell Phoenix Rhett said that. He’ll deny deny deny.

“Hey Ace—“ Rhett’s smiling that signature half smile of his as he comes through the back door like he owns the place, two ratbag twelve year olds run in and past you straight into the living room. That’s where your little ratbag can be found—like Nicky Bradshaw, playing his Xbox.

“Hey Cowboy.” It’s the all consuming scent of sandalwood and cedar that encompass you in Rhett’s warm embrace. “What are you doing here? Nix didn’t mention you were gonna be in town?” Rhett just grumbles into your neck all the while he rolls his eyes.

“Oh I wasn’t holding my breath she would—“ It’s the slight rose tint that creeps across Rhett’s stubbled cheeks that gives him away without a single word. “Is she ever happy to see me?” You can’t help but to chuckle as you pat his chest three time sympathetically. Phoenix and Rhett were complicated to say the very least. But their love was undeniable and unapologetic.

“No comment—“ Is all you reply before Rhett’s taking off down the hall. He’s in search of a particular soul, an extension of you that Rhett just adores like she was his own. “She’s down at the beach Rhett.” You don’t even need to say her name because Rhett knows you know who he’s looking for. “Her and Nathan broke up on Tuesday so she’s been a little off this past few days.”

Rhett froze in his tracks, that’s probably why Riley asked if he’d be over anytime soon. That’s probably why he missed a random call on Wednesday night while he was out trying to forget about the fight he and Nix had over her Dads birthday party Rhett wasn’t sure he could make it to this year.

“Can I take the Bronco real quick?” You didn’t have to ask where Rhett was going or why he needed the Bronco. You already knew—he was going to go see Riley down at the beach. For a guy who couldn’t swim Rhett Abbott sure loved to watch Riley Bradshaw surf.

“Sure thing, it’s in the garage.” With that, Rhett’s setting off on a little mission of his own. He has this thing where he gets older but just never wiser, so he would with ease punch a sixteen year old kid in the throat if it meant Riley felt some sort of relief for the pain that filled her chest. Bradley Jake and little Odette who wasn’t so little anymore we’re all on separate deployments.

Jake was down under stationed in Townsville, Riley’s breakup with her first real boyfriend (or the love of her damn life as she claimed) happened smack bang in the middle of his three month stint. Bradley was overseeing a strike force in the North Atlantic and Odette was on her first major deployment…. In Bosnia of all places. Something told you her uncle Pete had something to do with that.

So, Rhett took it upon himself to wait on the dunes. He knew that Riley had spotted him a few waves back but she wasn’t in a hurry to get out of the water anytime soon. She was raised in a family that lived and breathed the U.S Navy. Her mother, her father, her uncles and aunts were all Navy. It only made sense that whenever they were a million miles away she felt closest to them in the ocean.

“Hey kiddo.” Rhett smiled a half crooked grin Riley’s way as he watched her place her surf board down. “Saw you catch some pretty big waves out there.” Rhett hated the ocean, you’d never catch him in it unless it was life and death and even then he’d probably be drowning.

“Yeah, I thought maybe one of them would take me out and put me outta my misery—“ It’s the nonchalant shrug that had Rhett raising an eyebrow at your middle child’s mental stability. “But I guess I’ve gotta tough this one out.”

“What did the two of you break up over exactly?” Rhett’s asking as cautiously as he can. He doesn’t know what raising a girl is like—a boy world is the only world that he knows.

“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Riley sighs a little deeper than normal as she picks her board back up and makes her way back over to where Rhett had parked her dads old Bronco.

“You sound like your sister Rils.” Riley just freezes. Her and Odette couldn’t have been more similar yet so different. Riley hated being compared to Dot, she was her own person with her own feelings. “C’mon, talk to me.”

“Oh my gosh, fine!” Riley doesn’t mean to, but her heart hurts too much for her to keep her emotions regulated and in check. She drops her surfboard down onto the sand and turns back to Rhett. “I got dumped because I wouldn’t put out alright!” It ignites a fire in Rhett’s chest that he won’t ever be able to extinguish. Riley was only sixteen. “And now all the guys in my drama class call me Sanda D because our film assignment is Grease this semester and I don’t understand how any of that means anything because I thought he really liked me but I guess I just—“

“The guys in your drama class are giving you shit?” Rhett frowns like it’s the dumbest thing he’s ever heard. He’s bending down to pick up the surfboard, making sure there’s no damage from the sudden fit of adolescent female rage. If Riley was anything like you there was a fire simmering on the inside. She just had more control.

“That’s what you took from that?”

“Yeah well it’s just high-school clearly changed a hell of a lot since I was there.” Rhett, in that very moment was thinking back to the time he had fished Bob out of the trash can near D block after some idiots on the football team turned Bob on his head for being in the schools production of The Importance of Being Earnest.

“Mum said you didn’t even finish high school?” Riley rolls her eyes as she continues on her path towards the Bronco. It’s now Rhett who’s glued in his place. How in the ever living fuck?

“How the fuck does she know that?” It’s the fast pace hop, skip and jog Rhett does with Riley’s surfboard under his arm that has her chuckling.

“I dunno?” She shrugs. “But the point is, I got dumped for having self respect.”

“Look Riley—“ Rhett doesn’t know how to parent girls, hell he doesn’t even really know how to parents his own kids let’s alone give parental advice. But he does know how to be a friend. “I know it probably feels like to world is ending but I can assure you it’ll keep spinning.”

“Gee thanks, I’ll log that one away for when I feel like jumping out of he nearest second story window.” Rhett doesn’t know how to compute what Riley just said. He knows she’s kidding—but at the same him he feels like taking her to the hospital for a involuntary admission to the psychiatric ward. “I know, guys are dumb.”

“We are.” Rhett knows he probably isn’t the best role model when it comes to relationships. “But most importantly that Nathan guys a dickhead if he thinks he’ll get far going around degrading young girls like that.”

“It’s fine—“ Riley’s trying to shrug it off. “I just thought I meant more to him than I did, that’s why I’m so frustrated.” Rhett knew exactly what Riley meant when she said that. “It’s hard having perfect parents with a perfect fairy tale relationship, makes you just want to mimic that.” You had always been very vocal about instilling self worth on your girls. They deserved to know how valued they truly were, to never settle for anyone less than, for anyone who wouldn’t treat them with respect. “I thought he was the one—“

“You’re sixteen—go egg that guy’s house or something.” Rhett chuckled to himself as he placed Riley’s surfboard on the racks on the top of Bradley’s prized Bronco. “Or give me his address and I’ll go egg his house myself.” Riley, even if she was only sixteen, could appreciate her uncles recklessness and zero to death row attitude about her ex boyfriend. She knew that if her dad were here he’d be livid, irate if she told him the truth about her breakup, what had been the foundation of the relationship ending. She was his little girl, his princess. “No daughter of Y/n Bradshaw is gonna go about her life thinking she deserves that kind of treatment.”

But to Rhett Abbott, Riley Carole Bradshaw wasn’t just a princess who needed to be reminded of her own self worth. She was as feisty and as fearless as her mother was. Rhett saw a hell of a lot of you in little Riley. Maybe even more than he saw in Odette nowadays. She was off flying multimillion dollar fight jets, so it was just Nicky and Riley.

“We can’t egg his house Rhett, mum would kill us both.”

“You tell your mother why you got dumped?” Rhett’s raising his brow curiously and when Riley shook her head no, he smirked. “If she knew I can assure you it wouldn’t be eggs being thrown kid—it would be bloody rocks.” He just stops and sighs and looks at Riley with all her heartbreak and all her rage. “C’mon get in the truck.” And that’s exactly what Riley does. Wrapped in a towel she sits in the passengers seat of her dads trusted Bronco she knows he will be pissed about Rhett driving around town without a care in the world.

“Hey Rhett?” Riley’s asking as the old radio played. She wanted to change the subject. Riley was already in the process of excepting her fate for when you found out you’d egged your ex’s house with dear old Uncle Rhett.

“Yeah?”

“If you and Nix love each other so much, how come you guys aren’t together anymore?”

“It’s completely kid.” There was a time where Rhett was pretty convinced that it was better to live together than to die alone, but in the years he’d fallen in and out of love with Natasha Trace, he came to trust in the ideology that love is without boarders or bounds. For him and Phoenix, their love was as unambiguous a sign of true love that any of you had ever seen.

It just wasn’t cookie cutter clean. “It’s just complicated.”

“She used to fly with your brother, didn’t she?” Riley never really asked about anything, she was somewhat of a wallflower. But she was sixteen now, a teenager with questions and queries about the past present and future. “Is that how you guys met?” And there’s always been a part of Rhett that was too stubborn to believe he could ever really find a women like Natasha. It’s part of the reason why he didn’t have her now.

“Sure is, before Rob died, I came out here to help your ma with a couple of issues she was having.” Rhett still to this day couldn’t really talk about Bob without wanted to throw his first into the nearest wall. “He asked me to come help, and that’s when I met Nixy.” Rhett had a feeling, deep in the pit of his stomach that he just couldn’t ever let go of. He was afraid—afraid that it had never actually been Rhett Phoenix was in love with, but that it had always been Bob.

“If we asked, do you think she’d come egg Nathan’s house with us?” Riley asked as cautiously as she could, she saw Rhett’s grip on the steering wheel tightening. She saw his jaw clench back a few tears as he cleared his throat.

“She’d want her own damn carton Rils.” And he was just the consolation trauma prize.

***~***~***~***~***~***~***~***~

#terms of endearment // Natasha Trance x Rhett Abbott #terms of endearment// bradley bradshaw #natasha phoenix trace #natasha trace #top gun phoenix #top gun maverick imagine #top gun fanfic #top gun maverick fanfiction

[kamweek2023]

Prompts and Guidelines

September 7: First Date

September 8: College/Roommates

September 9: Exes/Breakup

September 10: Cowboy

September 11: Soulmates

September 12: Artist/Musician

September 13: Free Day

Guidelines:

Kam Week will take place from September 7th to September 13th! If you need extra time, submissions will be accepted up to months after the week ends, so long as it was intended for this week!

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These creations can include any medium, including art, writing, moodboards, playlists, aesthetics, animatics, gifsets, edits, anything else you can imagine! We can't wait to see the creativity and excitement all the participants will pour into this week!

Feel free to post the prompts out of order as well! Whatever works best for you!

Send in asks if you have questions, clarifications, or just need to share your process!

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Kam Week Prompts:

1. First Date

This is a good day for beginnings. Perhaps they're asking each other out instead of actually being on the date. A blind date set up by friends, dating apps. Matchmaking, or meet-cute, or childhood rivals finally trying something new. Restaurants, movies, walks on the beach, arcade something unconventional; this can be sweet or end in disaster!

2. College/Roommates

Whether they've known each other for a long time or just met, whether they're grudging friends or full-on enemies, this is a fabulous pining day! Platonic besties/haters, only one bed, staring at each other in classes-- moodboard the hell out of their shared room and see the difference between their aesthetics! Make them clash in uncomfortable ways and then find the parts that make them work!

3. Exes/Breakup

This is a day for jagged edges and cracked picture frames. A big, explosive fight or a quiet day that ends with what they've seen coming for months, years spent apart, pressure from family, something needed or something wrong. right person wrong time, wrong person wrong everything. Make it dramatic, make it broken, make it red, make it the end or the beginning. This is also a day for second chances.

4. Cowboy

This is a day for fun! Plop them into a Wild West movie as actors, or onto a horse and into your father's barn because somehow you know it ain't the ale he's got a hankering for. They're kids playing pretend and then they grow up and it's not pretend anymore. They're taxed physically and mentally, they're water in each other's desert, this is the worst possible person to be stuck with in the dry heat and dust.

5. Soulmates

There are SO many possibilities for this one. Look up prompts and check them out! Sharing pain, feeling when the other lies, sensory deprivation (colorblind, no music, etc) until they meet, numbers count down until they meet, red/blue string, sharing skies or handwriting, tattoos, matching superpowers, drawings will show up on skin, and so much more! Remember, this doesn't have to be strictly romantic-- mix things up!

6. Artist/Musician

Also included in this prompt is "poet". Keefe is a painter, always having ink or paint splattered on his clothes and hands, colors smeared on his cheek and caught under his fingernails. Tam is a musician and a poet, scribbling lyrics that he will sing with his guitar, or flute, or whatever. They're in a band together, or one is a famous singer that the other styles or writes for, Keefe finds Tam's poetry journal, one teaches piano to the other, anything!

7. Free Day

This is a wonderful day to incorporate your culture and see how that breaks the norms! Make them mermaids and pirates, childhood friends or royalty or vampires. Use nonverbal/sensory overload, death and resurrection, gods or superheroes, mythology or old age, enemies or villains, anything you want.

#kam week 2023 #kam week #kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #keefe sencen #tam song #songcen #shadowheart #kotlc theme weeks #feel free to send asks if the id isnt good enough btw

[nateriverswife]

If you're willing to, would you mind sharing some of L/Aizawa headcanons? if you're not comfortable sharing them here and would rather it be more private, DMs are okay too! Just offering options! But I'd really like to know your thoughts 👀

You are finally free from the shadowban! I have been waiting for this one. And I am glad you asked.

I have never written anything similar – I mean, just random headcanons – so I don’t know how satisfactory this is going to be, because some of these happened in the canon, which I take as hints that there is more going on between them, while others are a bit up in the air lmao.

SHUICHI AIZAWA:

Aizawa is in denial at first, not because he just realized he liked men, but because he fell for motherfucking L of all men. He would’ve had an easier time accepting someone like Ukita, Matsuda or Ide. Not L.

Because of this, he purposefully tries to start an argument with him more often – he thinks that by doing that he can erase his feelings. He is stupid and doesn’t realise that having a rebuttal with him makes him fall in love even more.

He is more concerned about L’s health but tries not to show it too much – he makes snarky comments about his eating/sleeping habits, saying how fucking ridiculous and unhealthy they are and that’s why he comes out with the worst hypothesis, like: “Maybe, if you got 8 hours of sleep, you’d be able to realise that that is absolutely the most absurd thing you have ever suggested.” Sometimes he slips up and he’s being obvious, like when L fell out of his chair, he literally screams, “Ryuzaki!” – gets down on his knees – “Are you okay?”, like who does that for someone they despise?

He is married and he is not the type of person to cheat on someone, so he really has to fight his feelings and suppress them.

He curses the world at night, when going to sleep, because, as he tries not to think about L, he obviously thinks about him.

He sweats when he finds himself alone with L for long periods of time, because: “I am being too obvious, for fuck’s sake. Of course, he knows I like him and he’s going to make fun of me any minute now."

The glow up he had after L’s death is a post-breakup kind of glow up, so that he can make L regret dying on him like that – have you seen his fucking muscles? This man went to gym to get over his ex, I am telling you. At night, he definitely nods to himself and says, “Wouldn’t you love to have me now, L, huh? Too bad you can’t!... Too bad you can't...", and tries not to cry.

After L’s death, initially he couldn’t go to his grave because he still didn’t want to accept that he died. He was angrier than sadder, because, for all that time, L pretended to know better than anyone what was going on, and then he just died. The first time he went there alone and just stayed in silence for a few minutes, before saying that he is a fucking loser. Then, he just left and cried in his car shortly after.

He then gets used to go to his grave and does that regularly – he has some kind of imaginary bickering, saying something and following that up with what L would’ve said in response. Before leaving, he always says that he misses him and wished he wasn’t dead.

After catching Kira, the first thing he does is telling him – “When will you ever be wrong?”

L LAWLIET:

He isn’t in denial about his feelings – he knows why he likes Aizawa and doesn’t find it weird at all that he fell for him. He just doesn’t get involved in romantic relationships, since he’s busy with his job/the Kira case. He thinks it will be counterproductive. He simply states that he likes him (as he did in canon), without going the extra mile to get into a relationship with him (also because Aizawa is married, and he respects that).

He frequently asks about his well-being and the one of his family – he also suggests that he doesn’t overwork himself. Aizawa finds it ironic, since he’s the first one not to take breaks.

He sometimes flirts with him in his own weird way. Aizawa doesn’t realise it most of the times and thinks he is just being corny (and he said in the canon, “I've always hated when you say corny stuff like that”, which implies that it happened before the Aizawa gateway, and we just didn’t see it).

He seriously cares about his opinion and favours him over everyone else in the task force – when Aizawa turns off the screen showing Misa and Light, because he told him to stop doing that, and L doesn’t get angry but says, “I am sorry”, like, what? L would never do that with anyone else. Or when Aizawa points out that Misa hasn’t had water in three days and soon after L gives her that. There are strong implications in the canon manga that L is fond of him, other than explicitly saying that he likes him, so the ship is just right there in front of everyone’s eyes.

GENERAL:

[Copying what I said in a comment lol] Both have “acts of service” as love language – like, if L knows your house has a problem, he is going to fix it for you, but won’t say a word until you bring it up to him, and he’ll be, “Oh, yeah, I did. What do you think?”. He works mostly in the shadows and waits for the other person to say something before talking about it. Aizawa doesn’t have that type of manpower, so he doesn’t do something so big, but since he was willing to go out to Ukita, he really does everything for the ones he loves or cares about. He pours all his heart into his actions for others.

Also, “words of affirmation” – L says directly and upfront that he likes Aizawa, and he praises/thanks the task force when they do something good. Aizawa, on the other hand, doesn’t hold back, when stating his opinions (especially of L), so I can see him to that even when he is being affectionate.

In this way, their love language are compatible, which I think, at least in their case, is perfect for a healthy relationship – minus the fact that L going behind his back to do him a favour would piss Aizawa a bit off, but Aizawa would tell him to stop doing that and L would probably comply, after getting used to it, of course. And they would then discuss things together, even though I still feel like L would still do something important in secret, but it is to surprise him, so it isn’t the same thing.

[AU in which L survives and they are one step from catching Kira] L tells Watari something about preparing for their departure, and Aizawa realises in that moment that they are not going to see each other soon or ever again, so he starts to question L’s proofs and whatnot even more than usual, just so they can investigate together for a little more. L knows the reason why he does that and reassures him, without being obvious, asking instead Soichiro if he can contact them in the future, in case he needs any help, since he found himself pleased with how the investigation went.

[same AU + Aizawa is unmarried] Aizawa is the first one to explicitly say he likes L and at first, he isn’t able to fathom that L reciprocates.

"Why don't you admit your feelings?" L asked, taking a sip of coffee, his back to Aizawa. "I will leave soon."

Aizawa stood still for a few seconds, gazing at the hair of the man he hated so much, which had taken up a place in his brain and heart, like a parasite feeding on the feelings he had for him, and which he couldn't get rid of in the slightest, because it had found a regenerable amount of food.

"Okay, fine. I like you." He finally admitted, as he had no reason to hide anything any longer.

He had always suspected that L knew. After all, he was the greatest detective in the world. But he didn't do it for that reason. It was more that it was only a few hours before they would be separated for an indefinite amount of time; therefore, he would no longer have to show up in the morning there and see him - even though that was what he wanted most in the world, and he had tried unsuccessfully in every way to slow down the investigation, but, in the end, they had caught Kira, or, rather, Light Yagami, and he could do nothing but watch L be even more unreachable as the minutes ticked by.

The only good thing, according to him, was that the distance would allow him to slowly and painfully accept the reality, which was that he had been an idiot for falling in love with him.

L said nothing in front of his confession, which only irritated Aizawa, but rather than show the fact that it bothered him, he preferred to choose a less painful road to the cliff, so that at least the journey would be pleasant.

"Now, what? Are you going to be my boyfriend or something?"

"If you ask me."

"Yeah, right..." He chuckled. "Is that one of your games, again?"

L shook his head. "I did it for you... The request to Chief Yagami."

And Aizawa is like, “Wait, are you fucking serious right now?”.

In another AU, I can see Aizawa saying that he likes him, and L is like, “I am sorry, but haven’t we been boyfriends since the beginning?” just to mess with him.

I still don’t know their ship name – so any suggestion is appreciated lmao.

This is all I have for now, because it’s hard for me to explore something like this, without any variables or a specific context to take into consideration lol. Hope you liked it.

Two NSFW HCs – under the cut:

[unmarried Aizawa AU + not boyfriend yet] They definitely have hate-sex in another room, trying to make as little sound as possible, so the others – all working in the main room – don’t hear them. L is the one to initiate things verbally, making snarky remarks or teasing him to get him riled up and, especially, to get a reaction out of him, which he gets, and Aizawa hates it, because he is playing L’s tune. Aizawa is on the dominant side of it all, and L is the one more satisfied (not only sexually), for sure. Aizawa hates that he enjoyed it as much as he did, and always says to himself, “this is the last time”. (!It never is!)

[unmarried Aizawa AU + boyfriends] I honestly believe that Aizawa is very caring, so he really takes aftercare seriously, like extremely. L’s favourite place is the couch, while Aizawa’s is the shower.

#thanks for the ask!! #death note #l lawliet #shuichi aizawa #dn.inbox #dn.general #L/Aizawa #L x Aizawa #death note headcanon

[hyacinth-sims]

Mercutio still wasn’t quite sure how he felt about Romeo dating the elder Capp girl. It wasn’t as if he had any personal issues with her, he barely knew her at all. But Mercutio knew that Romeo was treading in dangerous waters, and Mercutio couldn’t do much other than hope his brother wouldn’t drown. Romeo was always going to follow where his heart took him, no matter what anyone said. 

He just hoped that Romeo wouldn’t fuck up and break her heart. If there was anything Mercutio had learned, it was that no one ever wanted to bear witness to the wrath of a Capp. It was bad enough with Rosaline, who still wouldn’t even look at Mercutio without scowling even though he had nothing to do with her breakup with Romeo! 

Honestly, that whole family was filled with bad tempers!

“You think Romeo ran for the hills after last night?” Benvolio asked teasingly, “I haven’t seen him since this morning.” Mercutio remembered it quite clearly, hearing his younger brother sneaking back in the house. When he left his room to ask how things went, Romeo looked about as pale as a sheet of paper.

At first, Mercutio was surprised that Romeo was even alive after Tybalt had caught him with Juliette. His surprise only grew when Romeo said he’d just let him leave—without a single scratch. He was a little peeved about it, seeing as though Tybalt held no mercy for Mercutio for doing a lot less. 

Okay—maybe he’d provoked him once or twice. Maybe, a few times. Okay, most of the time. 

Mercutio shrugged with a hum, “Doubt it, he’s probably just with his girlfriend.” Perhaps it was just the honeymoon phase, but it definitely seemed as though Romeo’s life had begun to solely revolve around Juliette. Were relationships that life changing that every single conversation topic circled back to your significant other? 

Truthfully, he just didn’t understand all the fuss about love. It just seemed like so much—effort. Sure, he supposed he enjoyed hanging out with Hermia. She was witty, and scathingly sarcastic but did he love her? Absolutely not. 

“He did tell me about this stupid party the Capps are hosting,” He mentioned, “Juliette invited him to sneak in, and wants us to go for backup—whatever the hell that means.” Did Romeo really think Juliette’s 75 year old grandfather would try to jump him? And Mercutio knew Tybalt well enough to know that he wouldn’t risk his family’s social status by getting into a fight in front of the entire Veronaville area. Well, not with Romeo anyways.

“So that means we’re going, right?” Benvolio said as he perked up, a bright grin on his face. Of course Benvolio wanted to go to a party, regardless of what side of town it was in. He could already hear the droning on about how it was a “good chance to create peace with the Capp family.” But Mercutio really knew that he just wanted to get drunk and flirt with whatever guys were present.

Admittedly, that sounded like a good time—but not at the Capp manor.

Mercutio rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “Do whatever you want, but I don’t have a death wish.” He narrowed his eyes as he spotted Tybalt across the library, scanning the shelves with that sour look on his face that never seemed to fade. While Tybalt wouldn’t fight Romeo in front of the entirety of Veronaville, Mercutio knew that he was fully considered “fair game” to his rival. 

The other boy tilted his head curiously, “Death wish…?” However, he seemed to quickly understand once he noticed Mercutio’s glare at Tybalt. “Oh, I see,” Benvolio teased, “You’re afraid that you’re going to get your ass kicked again.”

It was harsh, but true. Mercutio was simply outclassed by Tybalt, with his stupid rugby experience and stupid regular fitness training! And yet, Mercutio still tried to get the best of him. He even fought dirty most of the time, and still lost. One day though—surely, one day he’d win though.

“He’s not that bad really,” Benvolio insisted, “He’s always been pretty cool to me.” The boy looked back at Tybalt, lifting a hand for a wave. “Hi, Tybalt!” He greeted happily, Mercutio watching as the red-headed boy lifted his eyes from his book. 

“Benvolio,” Tybalt said with a small nod, quickly returning to look back at the bookcase.

Surely it wasn’t that easy, right? Mercutio sighed, taking a deep breath in. “Tybal—“ He began, but before he could even finish speaking the other boy’s name, he was greeted with Tybalt turning around, and a middle finger that said what words couldn’t. God, what a…

“Fucking asshole,” Mercutio murmured under his breath. Benvolio tried to hold back his laughter, but clearly to no avail. He really wasn’t sure why he thought that would work, Tybalt didn’t like him even looking in his general direction. 

“Okay, obviously there’s more to it than just saying hi,” Benvolio teased, “I’m just saying, I’ve never messed with him before so he doesn’t hate me—“ He smirked over at Mercutio, “Even though I hang out with you like 99% of the time.”

“But I don’t mess with him!” Mercutio defended with a frown, crossing his arms. “…that much,” He quickly added, Benvolio clearly seeing through his false claim. “Okay, but obviously it doesn’t warrant him being a total dick all the time!”

“You put a glitter bomb in his locker, dude,” Benvolio pointed out. 

“It was an early birthday surprise!” Mercutio retorted. The look on his face was certainly priceless as well. 

“I saw him picking glitter out of his stuff for weeks after that,” He added with a small sigh, “Look—if you keep poking the bear, obviously the bear’s going to eventually start solely targeting you.” 

Mercutio glared over to Tybalt, his nose now in a book as he sat across the room. “He’s more like a cat,” He mumbled, “A rabid, feral cat.” While Benvolio was probably right that Tybalt would leave him alone if Mercutio stopped provoking him…

Where was the fun in that?

#vendetta #ts2 #ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #veronaville #veronaville story #the sims 4 story #mercutio monty #benvolio bianchi #tybalt capp

[kanthonyficrecs]

Masterlist: Modern AU (C-F)

updated 4/29/24

Call It What You Want by anactualbunny Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: Kate is a pop star who is secretly seeing Viscount Anthony Bridgerton until they get papped together

call me what you want (when you want) by serendipityinwords Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: Gregory Bridgerton heroically sacrifices his first love to nudge his hopeless brother along.

Call Me, Maybe by RosesAtDawn Rating: M Status: WIP Summary: Kate has no interest in players, especially ones in white chinos and watches that cost more than her flat, but this one is persistent. Who’s going to give in first?

Chase the sky into the ocean by lookingforthestars Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Kate can make it through a whole weekend of camping without talking to Anthony. It's not like they'll get stuck in the same tent, right?

Cheap Thrills by Moomin_94 Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: Kate wakes up after a night out with a pair of men's glasses and perfect vision

Cheek to Cheek by RosesAtDawn Rating: M Summary: Kate has been waiting for this opportunity her whole life. Her first ever TV-gig as a new make-up artist. Her shot at the big time. The only problem? Her first client is the impossibly handsome, and rather cheeky, Anthony Bridgerton.

Chosen & Cherished by trash4ficsaboutlurv Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Kate Sharma, co-founder of Chosen & Cherished, a charity that provides mentors to foster children in New York City, is presenting to a philanthropic committee at the Bridgerton Hotel for additional funding. Anthony Bridgerton, heir apparent to an empire of hotels and resorts spanning the globe, is apparently above listening to presentations about foster children. Handsome to the point of distraction? Check. Rude, privileged asshole? Check, check, check. And oh, how Kate *hates* him.

Christmas Eve Will Find Me by Mx Kate B (katelai) Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: After a painful breakup with Anthony, Kate began to see Siena casually, which was exactly what she had needed at the time. However, the holidays have a way of putting things into perspective, and Kate is realizing that she wants more than a regular hookup.

Class Dismissed by ramarro Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: Professors Sharma and Bridgerton's fights are legendary at their university until a misunderstanding makes students question some things.

Close Encounters of the Acutest Kind by caciopepebowl Rating:E Status: Complete Summary: Kate and Anthony meet by chance in an empty hospital room. Her father has just died. His youngest sister has just been born. The encounter is not a pleasant one.

Confident by Moomin_94 Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Kate accidentally hires a billionaire to be her assistant

Cos in my heart, I know what this is by OnceUponAStarlight Rating: E Status: WIP Summary: With Daphne and Simon's wedding coming up, the last thing Anthony needs is to be set up with yet another girl his mother thinks would be perfect for him. The best way to avoid this? Ask his best friend Kate Sharma to pretend to be his girlfriend! After all, what could go wrong?

Couldn't Say It To Myself by INTPSlytherin_reylove97 Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: When Anthony began dating Edwina, he knew she’d fit the bill. When the annual Bridgerton summer holiday rolled around, he had every intention of proposing to Edwina. He just did not expect her to bring along her meddlesome sister, Kate.

Death smells sweet (by your side) by Destroyedrecord Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: The plant died within three days. The lilies stayed alive. “Every Hades has a Persephone,” reminds her Sophie.

Deliver Me From All The Evil I Did To Myself by thanksmilla Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: Kate and Anthony meet at a Bridgerton family fundraiser and are immediately drawn to each other, despite not learning each other's names. Little do they know that Ben has filled Kate's head with (overdramatized) tales of his exploits and she's resolved to irrationally hate him forever.

Demon Dog by MiniM236 Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: Anthony's battle with Newton Sharma who seems to hate him specifically.

Doctor, Doctor, Give Me The News by folklauerate Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: Tom is a doctor and Anthony is love and somehow the last to know

Does Katharine Dream of Dickish Soulmates? by TeaBrigadier Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: Kate Sharma woke up on her eighteen birthday, read the first words her soulmate would say to her, and burst into tears. Edwina calls him The Bastard. If Kate ever meets her soulmate, she's going to knee him in the balls.

Don’t Be Surprised If I Love You For All That You Are by Allatonceyouaretheone Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: Kate's friend Daphne Bridgerton has several brothers. The oldest one is completely infuriating. Until he isn't.

Don’t Get Shirty (with me) by LadyKettleChips Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Much to the annoyance of her grumpy housemate, Kate has a habit of stealing the expensive dress shirts that Anthony wears daily, simply to annoy him. Of course, such inappropriate actions will eventually lead to inappropriate consequences.

Don't Go Where I Can't Follow: A Made of Honor AU by moresassythanclassy Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: What happens when, one day, Kate returns home from a three-month long trip to Australia, a man hanging off her arm and a shiny new ring on her left finger? Will Anthony admit defeat, or fight for what he knows to be true deep down in his heart: that she has belonged with him all along?

Dream a Little Dream of Me by Stars_of_Kyber Rating: NR Status: Complete Summary: The first time Anthony’s away for work after they’ve gotten together, Kate ponders (and worries) over her boyfriend’s sleeping habits.

drink me in by azureblue21 Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Anthony is Kate's ex-turned-boss. That doesn't stop there being too much tension to handle at a formal dinner.

Eat, Sleep, Work, Repeat by kateandanthonyaremyparents Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: Anthony is overworked, stressed and in desperate need to be with his family

Excess by lookingforthestars Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Anthony and Kate explore their pasts together.

Fair Play by juniper5x5 Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Kate and Anthony run into each other at a summer fair.

Faithfully by Stars_of_Kyber Rating: G Status: WIP Summary: Anthony Bridgerton would have dropped everything, the fancy parties, the crowded concerts, the sound of millions of people screaming his songs at the top of their lungs, all of it, for Kate. He just wished his stupid brother hadn’t exposed his relationship to the entire world to see.

fire hazard by dandelionbunny Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: Kate and Anthony bond over a cooking mishap.

First Words by MiniM236 Rating: G Status: Complete Summary: Kate's pregnant, and she and Anthony are ready and excited. However, the happy couple's competitiveness rears its head when they are deciding what baby Neddy's first word will be!

Flint and Steel by collectionoftulips Rating: T Status: Complete Summary: Anthony decides that his friend Kate deserves a nice birthday for an array of reasons he can't quite identify, hoping to impress her with her cooking skills.

Follow the Sparks by TinaCentury Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Edwina drags Kate out to a Taylor Swift theme night at a London nightclub. Anthony finds out his sisters have taken Hyacinth out to a Taylor Swift theme night at a London nightclub and shows up to give them a piece of his mind. Sparks fly.

Footie by anidlequeen Rating: NR Status: Complete Summary: Kate hates football. Which is really too bad, considering she’s dating England’s top goal scorer in the Premier League. Thank god he’s hot.

For the First Time In My Life by Searching4paradiso Rating: E Status: Complete Summary: Kate Sharma is 40. She meets 28 year old Anthony Bridgerton when they get stuck in an elevator. He is smitten almost instantly and against her better judgement, she agrees to go out with him. She wants it casual (but does she really?). He wants it to be forever.

For The Longest Time by Mx Kate B Rating: M Status: Complete Summary: A one-shot where Anthony realised he was in love with Kate Sharma from the moment he met her. He stayed away to protect her, but thankfully fate intervened, throwing her into his path over and over again.

#masterlist #modern au c-f

[dreamyfanfix]

Chapter 5: Long Gone But Not Moved On

Sorry, I know this is late but I was writing and kept writing and then I had 15K words. I eventually found a stoppage point but it required me to write a bit around some things especially because this chapter and the next are a bit miserable for the pair. It will get better though...

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Present:

It had been a couple of days since Kate had a near miss with Anthony in the hospital. Learning about how much of a bad time he had been having since they were forced to see each other again was not something she took lightly. Kate barely remembered what happened after her breakup with Anthony. All she remembered was deep pain and then almost being lucid again 5 months later with a puppy named Newton and an urge to do better.

Seeing Anthony again was not easy for her either but unlike Kate, Anthony had moved on and so even though it hurt her to see him with Siena and hear about his dalliances from gossipers, Kate kept her head down and tried to be a good ex-girlfriend.

Kate had gotten messages and missed calls from Daphne and Simon. Kate knew that avoiding Simon would be too difficult hence why she found herself in Agatha Danbury's office this early morning.

Kate had just handed Agatha her notice and Agatha was surprised and irritated, to say the least.

"I thought we agreed you would give me more time to discuss with the shareholders about promoting you," Agatha said sternly.

"We did but things changed. I think it would be best if I moved on," Kate said with what she hoped was finality.

"If this is what that Bridgerton boy said to you at my godson's baby shower then you must know that I gave him and his mother a stern talking to,"

"I don't doubt it but you know I wanted to move more into family law. Do not get me wrong I think we have done a good job rattling the feathers of the elite but now I think it's time I get to work on fighting with the less fortunate," Kate said.

"You are making me regret investing in your friend's firm," Agatha chuckled.

"You won't regret it. Sophie is more determined than me when it comes to this stuff and it will be a challenge but I have always done my best as a solicitor when I was the underdog," Kate said chuckling a bit.

"I guess I have to understand that thought myself," Agatha continued "I accept your notice, Kate," Agatha stood up to shake Kate's hand and Kate stood up to take it.

"Thank you. You have been an incredible mentor all these years," Kate said emotionally.

"Hush now child, you will shine just fine on your own. And if not there will always be a place for you here at Danbury Law," Agatha said.

"Thank you again," Kate said and made to leave but not before asking the question she has had on her mind since she first started at Danbury Law "Why is the firm called Danbury Law?" Agatha turned to face Kate again and looked at her with an arched brow "Why not name it Agatha Law or Soma Law after your maiden name?"

Agatha sighed and then said "You must know I am a proud West African woman but my relationship with my past is not that positive I'm afraid," Agatha took a breath and continued "I grew up in a small village in Sierra Leone, my family did not have much of money, prospects or connections. When I was 8 years old I was attending church with my parents when a man came to town, he was from a village over but he got adopted by a British family and was visiting his country of birth. He took one look at me and proclaimed me the most beautiful girl in the world. Naturally, this is not an uncommon thing I had heard when I was younger but he was hyper-fixated on me, he made me laugh and promised my parents he would come back to marry me... My parents were thrilled," Agatha paused to take a seat behind her desk "From then onwards I was raised to be his wife, he would send letters with his interests, likes and dislikes and my parents would make sure I would know all of these things and submit to his lead. After the death of his benefactors slash parents, of which he received a hefty inheritance, he came back to Sierra Leone and married me, exactly like he promised he would,"

Kate slowly walked back into the room and took a seat opposite Agatha's desk "That seems like a fairytale,"

Agatha smirked "That's what all the society women would say when we came back husband and wife, Lord and Lady Danbury," Agatha sighed and continued "You see back in the eighties people were not that particular about age gaps. I was a 19-year-old girl married to a 42-year-old man. To society I was just indicative of how men crave young flesh and young women are opportunists. They didn't see the possible terrible dynamic I was in... See I was dependent on my husband, Sierra Leone was not exactly the most stable political environment and despite my decrepit husband, and I hope you don't mind my candour here, constant copulating his young wife, I liked England. I liked the freedom that I had and what hindered me because of my race, my new wealth and my title would sort out no problem. I did my duty, I gave him 4 children, 2 sons and 2 daughters, who wished for nothing and lived their lives well-off,"

"So it was a mutually beneficial relationship? Not quite unheard of, especially in my culture, although not as romantic as one might think. I guess your loyalty to your married life is why you keep the name Danbury Law," Kate said.

"Oh no. I may hate my family for pawning off on an old man but I despised the late Lord Danbury," Agatha held her hand up to stop Kate from interrupting her and continued "I loathed the late Lord Danbury, so I use my wealth and influence to fund all things he would have hated when he was alive. My husband was one of those Black people who enjoyed being the only one in the room and hated the idea of educating women and desegregating the classes as well as spent his time fighting AGAINST well-rounded immigration policies particularly people from former colonies which was incredibly awful considering Sierra Leone was one itself,"

Kate took a calming breath while Agatha looked off into the distance "I still don't understand why you would then want anything to do with him,"

"It's not enough to fund movements and bills that would help dismantle everything my husband held dear, no, I have to do it using his name so he will always be associated with it. Most people, like yourself, live their life to honour their families, and make them proud and in a lot of ways I am doing the same. I do what I am doing because it's important to me that wherever Herman is he rots and whatever kind of legacy he thought he was building gets overshadowed by the work I am doing. I want to make sure that future generations including my children, will think of me when they think of Danbury and all the work I have done to dismantle this terrible inequitable society,"

"I think that's an honourable vision," Kate said, feeling emotional and proud at the same time. Lady Agatha Danbury was a badass, it is just a shame that she had to go through so much to be that way.

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Past:

Anthony was on cloud nine. Kate and Anthony had been together for 5 months and they would be making their first public appearance as a couple, at a benefit being held by Bridgerton Investment Group, and he couldn't be more happy. He looked at himself one more time in the mirror and then checked his watch for the time. He and Kate would be late if he did not check on her soon. She was not good with time but that is why he usually got her going early to get ready because he had timed her preparation times and averaged them out to understand how long she generally needed to get ready.

It was super analytical but he also knew that Kate appreciated being a bit more on time to things so he felt secure in his efforts.

As Anthony made his way to his bathroom, Kate came over to get ready as he was nervous she would back out and she was nervous that they would not look good together.

Anthony was not nervous about this event, he had been to millions of events like these but he knew Kate was feeling nervous because she had never really interacted with wealthy people unless they were on the opposite side of the courtroom. Kate was close friends with Simon but Simon had a way of keeping things close to the chest so there was no way of knowing if she knew the full extent of these events.

He knocked on the door to his master bathroom and entered. Kate was busy with her makeup but Anthony could not focus, she looked incredible. She was wearing a light pink dress that hugged her curves as well showing off her cleavage.

"Uhmmm babe you're staring," Kate said, he had not even noticed she was looking at him through the mirror and slightly blushed.

Anthony walked up behind her and kissed her neck "I was just thinking about how stunning you look," Anthony said nipping at her neck. He took a whiff of her neck and she stopped, he could see the goosebumps travel up her neck and he felt full of himself for a moment.

"If you continue like that we are going to be late," she said trying to sound stern but it came out breathless Anthony chuckled but backed out of the room.

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The benefit was a success at least Anthony thought it was. He was currently having a drink with his friends, no cigars because Kate hated the smell, and his friends were ribbing him about the fact.

When he and Kate first arrived there seemed to be hesitation in their reception but as they went around the room and said their hellos, many people seemed to relax and commented on how well they complemented each other so he relaxed and eventually he felt confident enough to leave Kate to her mingling and went to catch up with some old friends of his.

Simon finally put out his cigar and Anthony took a breath, even though he was not smoking himself, he knew the smoke in the room could linger on him "So Bridgerton, you and Sharma doing good?" Simon asked.

"Yeah Bridgerton, you seem to be taken completely out of commission these days," Marcus Fife commented.

"What can I say, gents? I'm happy," Anthony stated trying not to blush and shrug.

"Well, then it makes sense curry is the national dish, then? I might get me one of those," Conrad Pemberton remarked.

"Excuse me?" Anthony said as his blood turned to ice.

"Pemberton, Chicken Tikka Masala is the national dish you idiot," Fife exclaimed.

"Okay, so how do I get me one of those Tikka Masala's Bridgerton?" Pemberton said with a chuckle.

Pemberton stopped talking the minute Anthony got in his face, he was angry beyond belief and was shocked at how much his old friends could be so cavalier with their racism "Pemberton speak about my girlfriend or any Indian like that again and I will pummel you just like in sixth form,"

Fife came between the two men and said "Relax Bridge, I know you are going through your Prince Harry phase but eventually, you got to do your duty like the rest of us heirs and marry yourself a Kate Middleton," 

Simon who had left the room to go to the bathroom was back and asked "You all know Kate Middleton is already married, right?"

Anthony was trying and failing at calming himself down and Anthony thought Simon could see his distress but did not comment on it "I was just telling Bridgerton that eventually he's gotta settle down, right?" Pemberton said with a bit of smugness that Anthony did not like and he narrowed his eyes.

Simon looked between Anthony to Pemberton and asked "Is that not what you are doing with Kate? Settling down?"

Anthony knew Simon cared deeply for Kate so he was probably asking more for himself than Pemberton "Of course I am. I would not bring her as my date if I was not serious about her,"

Simon nodded his head "Oh come off it Bridge, this has to be a piss-take. You are a man of a particular taste," Fife said

Anthony was now full-blown seething but asked "What the hell does that even mean?"

"I don't know but we definitely haven't seen you eat an Indian meal before mate so colour us curious," Fife said with his hands up.

"Anthony goes for the women he finds attractive, he does not date based on race," Simon said trying to de-escalate the situation "Maybe, we should change topics?" he suggested.

"Okay fine, but mate let me know if Kate has any friends or a sister, I would love to have a taste of the national dish," Pemberton said chuckling.

Anthony was not sure what happened next but Anthony had to be hoisted off of Pemberton by Simon. Pemberton's face and Anthony's knuckles were bloody and Fife was laughing in the corner.

Simon dragged Anthony into a separate room and left him to cool off, at least that is what he thought until he returned with Kate and his mother.

"Anthony darling, are you alright?" Violet asked "We heard there was a tussle that occurred,"

While his mother stayed close to the door and looked at him curiously Kate came closer to him to inspect him, touching his face and Anthony felt better but also sick with guilt at the same time.

"Well I'm not sure if it was a tussle or more like a one-sided beatdown," Simon remarked.

"Well you don't look injured, so who did you hit?" Kate asked but Anthony did not reply, he could not reply. He just is not sure how he would explain to Kate how his ex-friends spoke about her and women of her race. He was disgusted with himself so he remained silent.

Simon who thought this was a conversation that should not be in public suggested "Maybe we should leave the benefit,"

"We can't leave they have not even gotten around to announcing how much money was raised tonight," Violet said seeming concerned.

"Violet, by now everyone knows what happened so I don't think there will be more or less gossip if Anthony just leaves a bit earlier," Simon said smoothly.

"Anthony, what happened?" Kate asked so gently that Anthony's heart broke all over again.

"It was just some old form mates saying some dumb stuff, Anthony's had a few drinks so he just lost his temper," Simon said trying to help Anthony so he did not have to have this conversation in a room at a public benefit that was still ongoing.

"Well, what did he say, Anthony? What could he have possibly said to excuse your deplorable behaviour?" Violet asked and Anthony stiffened, he knew that tone coming from his mother, it was dripping with disapproval.

"There were some things I did not agree with so I got mad," Anthony said softly.

"Anthony most of the gentlemen here have been your chums for decades, what could they have possibly said that angered you so?" Violet asked.

Anthony stayed silent but then Kate asked "They said something about me didn't they?"

Anthony's head turned to her and she was looking in his eyes not with judgement but with like resolved and sad eyes. Anthony swallowed and nodded his head.

"Well, Anthony boys will be boys. I've heard you and your brothers say some appalling things about women but I do not resort to roughness to correct you," Violet said.

"Well maybe you should have," Kate said in a soft voice but she knew that his mother probably heard her. She remained looking at her hands.

"It wasn't just some misogynistic comments Mother, of which I have aged out of making," Anthony said the last part looking at Kate and imploring her to look up at him but she never did so he continued "There was also a racial aspect to their comments,"

Anthony could feel Kate stiffen beside him and he held his breath. There was silence in the room but just when it felt like Anthony would scream just so someone would say something Kate stood up and said "Good then. It's sorted,"

"I'm sorry. What do you mean it's sorted? Anthony has to apologise to the guests and to the gentleman he hurt," Violet said looking at Kate confused.

"Look Violet, Anthony can make the rounds on his way to apologise for causing a commotion but he does not owe a racist misogynist any apology," Kate said.

"Kate, I know you don't know how these things work but in our society, it's very important that a level of politeness and manners are maintained," Violet said.

"So he gets to make racist comments about his friend's girlfriend but when said friend stands up for his girlfriend, the friend is the one deemed the ill-mannered and rude one?" Kate asked using her solicitor's voice, normally Anthony would be turned on by it but now he felt his mother might not be able to stand against Kate and he was nervous "Violet we are all in the same society just because you choose to interact with only certain members of it does not mean that we are not meant to be held to the same standard. Just like with Mayfair Girls,"

Violet scoffed "This isn't a high school. This is real life and this is just how things are done,"

"Maybe that's the problem," Kate remarked.

"That's enough," Anthony finally said and stood up "Simon, I know you hate these types of things but if you could please find my secretary Freddy and get the numbers for the benefit and give them to Benedict so he can announce them," Simon nodded and left the room "Mother don't worry I will send an apology to Conrad Pemberton and make sure that I will cover any medical and dry cleaning expenses," His mother looked satisfied "Kate, I think we should make a quiet exit out of the back the entrance," He went to grab her hand but she looked at him funny and walked to the door.

Anthony sighed and followed her but before he made it to the open door, his mother spoke "Anthony, I will make sure Freddy gets your jackets and gets the car to come around for you," Anthony nodded his head at his mother and went to follow Kate.

The car ride back to his home was silent but if Anthony was honest, it was a silence he needed. He was busy writing emails and texts. As much as it pained him he had written apologies to Pemberton as well as the board and planners of the benefit for any disruptions and made promises to make it up to them and behave better in the future. It was generic and so insincere but he knew it had to be done.

When they finally got back to his place, Kate got out of the car before Robert could come around to open it and Anthony jumped out to follow her in. Kate's long legs carried her into his place and when he entered a while after her she was already out of her dress and packing her things.

Anthony asked, "Babe, what are you doing?"

"Don't babe me Anthony. Not after tonight," Kate said and she continued to aggressively pack things into her bag.

"I understand why you are mad," Anthony said, he knew the idea of being associated with someone like Fife and Pemberton might decrease her level of respect for him but he hoped she had known him better by now.

"I don't think you do, but humour me. Tell me why you think I am mad at you," Kate said turning to him and folding her arms.

Anthony sighed "Look what Fife and Pemberton were saying tonight is not actually what I think or a reflection of who I am. I barely see those guys I wouldn't even call them friends,"

Kate scoffed "Anthony, let's just say I was able to get over you ordering me about. What about me makes you think I would be okay with you apologising to a racist?"

Anthony sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, a headache was forming "Kate, you don't understand,"

"Actually, I think I understand better than you. It wasn't racist comments made about you or your family so it's fine then?"

"I didn't say it was fine but I should not have lost my temper," Anthony exclaimed. Why did she not understand?

"You lost your temper because you care for me and I hoped that you cared about shutting down racists!"

"I do care!"

"Then why did you spend so much effort and time sending apologies to those racists after the fact?"

"It's important to maintain a level of politeness with important people in society," Anthony said a bit more level-headed.

"More important than defending me and people that look like me?" Kate asked and Anthony noted the tears in her eyes. He tried to approach her but she took a step back "Standing up to your enemies is easy but it takes greater courage to stand up to your friends. Before you sent off your little apologetic emails, everyone at the benefit would have known where you stood on racism, where you stood on us,"

Anthony felt like things were spiralling and he was struggling to keep up, Kate looked hurt and it hurt him "Kate I am against racism. I did stand up for us,"

"For 30 minutes, then you were apologising as if a person being a racist is a minor inconvenience and not something morally wrong,"

Anthony was panicking now, Kate sounded so sad then "It's not like hitting him was going to change the world,"

"But it would have changed my world, Anthony. I'm not a fool I see how people look at us sometimes but at least I thought I was in this with someone who had my back, that we were a team... And now, I just need time to think about what we are as a couple,"

Anthony could barely breathe but as Kate continued packing Anthony went to stop her hands "Kate, please stop. Just wait a minute here. I'm still the same guy, the man who loves you. What can I do to make this right?" The question he asked came out with a broken voice that even he could hear.

"It's alright Anthony, I think I just need time to resolve the kind of guy you are with the one I had in my head," She was full-blown crying now and Anthony sniffed his tears away.

"Okay okay. I will give you some space just... Please know that I do love you, and that... I'm sorry," Anthony said in a small voice.

Kate had her back turned to him and all he could see was her nodding her head as she continued to pack.

Kate called her mother, Mary, to tell her she would be coming home, so she called an Uber. Anthony tried to change her mind but then she told him her mother wanted to track her trip considering the time of night. They sat in silence for 5 minutes waiting for the Uber and Anthony could not stop taking glances at Kate. Her tears eventually dried and she looked resolute and then she was gone out of his home.

The minute Anthony turned around after seeing Kate to her Uber, he looked at his empty apartment and felt hollow. Anthony was used to apologising to keep the peace whether that was at work, with his mother, his siblings or with women. This was the first time keeping the peace seemed foolish. 

--

"Edwina would you give me back my shoe, I'm gonna be late to meet Anthony," Kate shouted at her sister's door while knocking on it.

Even though it was muffled Kate heard her sister yell on the other side of the door "No! Anthony is a dickhead! I don't want you to go to lunch with him and forgive him!"

"Edwina language!" Mary shouted from the living room.

"It's true mama! He let his friends say horrible things about Kate and all Indian women,"

"Edwina you need to stop eavesdropping on the conversations Kate and I are having," Mary said walking into the hallway until she stood side-by-side with Kate.

"Bon, he didn't let anyone say anything he beat him up remember?" Kate said, feeling the need to defend Anthony. It was important to keep her emotions focused on the things he did and not contort the past with negative emotions.

"Yeah, but he apologised to that racist ars- egghead. Relationships should not be so hard," Edwina said.

Kate sighed, she did not want to disillusion her sister "Bon, life is not like those romance books you read, they are hard and require understanding from both sides,"

Mary sighed "Your sister is right, my love. If I steered clear of hard relationships I would not have married your father and had 19 years of wedded bliss,"

Edwina unlocked her door and opened it slightly "I guess you're right," she handed Kate her shoe but before Kate could thank her the doorbell rang.

Edwina immediately sprinted to the front of the house, Kate tried to run after her but one of her shoes was not put on right so she had to stop.

By the time Kate and Mary got to the front door, Anthony was bouncing while holding his foot, like he was in pain. "Edwina, what did you do?" Kate asked.

"Why do you assume I did anything? Did I hurt you, Anthony?" Edwina asked with a fake sweet voice.

"No, and even if she did it's not like I didn't deserve it," Anthony said standing properly.

"As long as we are on the same page," Edwina said as she walked back to her room.

Mary sighed and followed her "I'm sorry Anthony. I'll talk to her," she said before she left.

Kate turned to Anthony and for the first time noticed the flowers in his hands "Are those for me?"

Anthony jumped and handed her the flowers "Yes, although I feel I should have brought some for your sister and your mother," he looked self-conscious for a moment.

Kate took the flowers and sniffed them before making to leave "It's good that you didn't. Edwina is allergic. I usually keep flowers in my room. At first, it was cause it reminded me of India but then it was to keep Edwina out of my room and now it just makes me feel better to see and smell them,"

"You never told me that," he said as they made their way down the stairs.

"It's not a big deal," Kate said as she shrugged. She was feeling nervous as this was the first time she had been alone with Anthony since their fight.

Kate had been a bit withdrawn when she got back from the benefit, Mary knew not to ask questions when she got back and just helped her change and go to sleep. It wasn't until she had gotten angry at Edwina unnecessarily that Mary sat her down to talk. She cried as Mary held her and they spoke about that night and about racism. Mary knew better than anyone what people thought about mixed-race couples as she was the offspring of one but Mary said she felt like Anthony was special. Mary told Kate it was more important that his first instinct was to defend Kate. It might seem like he went back on it later but societal pressure is immense and it can even make it so that the best of people make bad decisions. Mary made Kate giggle when she said Kate came out of the womb with a backbone of steel but others are not as lucky and that it is always important to lead with understanding and grace especially when the other person is trying.

6 days later Kate was still working on it but she finally texted Anthony back. 

As they made their way to the pathway, Kate turned to walk down the street but Anthony looked like he wanted to get to his car. "Oh, I thought we could get a quick coffee at this cafe nearby. It's usually quiet around this time, so I thought we could talk," Kate said.

Anthony looked hesitant "Oh sure,"

"Unless you already had a place in mind," Kate said nervously.

"No, we can go to the cafe. I want you to be comfortable," Anthony said.

Kate nodded and she led him to the cafe. 

Kate was right the place was quiet, mostly because the owners: The Gunningworths were not the most friendly people. Richard Gunningworth was a renowned lawyer who had 3 daughters. The only biological daughter he had was Sophie, a friend of Kate's. When Kate spoke to Sophie about finding neutral ground for her and Anthony to talk Sophie suggested they meet when Sophie was working her shift.

Kate and Anthony spoke. It was stilted at first but when Anthony blurted out that he did not want to break up, Kate was taken aback.

"Anthony I'm not going to break up with you," Anthony nodded and Kate could see his body visibly relax and she felt guilty. Communication with her partners was not something she was great at but she hoped she would be better because she loved Anthony more than any other man she had been with. Kate took his hands and said "I just wanted to discuss why I was so hurt that night," Anthony nodded and she continued "I've spent the last 10 years of my life fighting for a better society for people like me and other minorities. It's not an easy job and even though I know I'm morally and ethically in the right people still treat me like I'm a pariah. Like I'm the bad guy for trying to make the world fair... Even you did at first," Kate put her hand up to stop him before he spoke "I'm not trying to take a shot at you, I'm just trying to be honest. Being right is a lonely place and I have often hidden behind the fact that despite being alone I was right but it doesn't keep you warm at night,"

"You have me. You are not alone. I can keep you warm," Anthony said softly.

Kate smiled even though she was a bit emotional "I want to know that. I want to believe it with every bone in my body but I'm just not sure. You have a set of rules you live your life by and I don't think it's always going to align with the way I live mine but I'm willing to compromise some,"

Anthony's eyes widened "What do you mean?" he asked.

"Just that even though you did apologise to your friends-"

"They are not my friends," Anthony interjected almost growling "Sorry,"

Kate sighed and continued "Even though you did apologise to those guys after defending me, I have to give you grace because your first instinct was to defend me. I just hope it was not just because I was your girlfriend but because what they said was just wrong,"

Anthony sighed and looked down "Kate... I don't- I don't know. I wish I could say it was but I'm not sure... I'm sorry,"

"It's okay. There is no way of knowing anyway. I love you and as long as your first instincts are to protect me then I can't be that mad, can I?"

"I don't want you to feel like you are giving up being a good person to be with me. Not when your strength of character is one of the main reasons I love you in the first place," Anthony said squeezing her hands.

"I know. I'm not. I am just going to adjust to the way things are done in your world," Kate said squeezing his hands back and Anthony nodded.

Anthony smiled "How did you get so well adjusted?"

"My parents and a good therapist. I can recommend one if you like not the one I see but someone who would be next on the list if I ever break up with my current one. Therapy does wonders," Kate suggested.

"I think I'm going to take you up on that offer. I think it will be good for us," Anthony said.

"It will be good for you, and that's what is important," Kate said smiling.

It wasn't this big declaration of extreme devotion and love that most people would expect from romantic comedies but Kate loved Anthony and she was happy to adjust certain aspects of her thoughts and reactions especially because Anthony was always changing for and because of her. In relationships, it was important to meet halfway and Kate was happily back with Anthony so what was the big deal? He was going to go to therapy and work on himself and in the meantime, Kate would give him grace.

---

For the last month and a half, things between Kate and Anthony returned to relative normalcy. Kate had noticed she was still not invited to brunch with Anthony's family but she tried not to take too much offence considering Anthony wanted her there but his mother was in charge of organising it every month. That being said every time she would bump into one of his siblings and they asked her why he did not attend or what she missed out on, she wondered if her and Anthony's relationship was seen as a serious thing to his mother, yet.

Before Kate could bring it up though, Anthony invited her to an event held by his grandmother, his mother's mother, Dowager Lady Ledger. This was a big deal because every one of the Bridgertons and Ledgers was going to be there and Kate would finally meet all of Anthony's family.

It was only fair, right? Anthony had met all of Kate's family. All 2 of them. Kat often thought about what her father would think of Anthony, would he see him as a random rich guy or would he see the caring guy underneath? Kate tried not to get too deep in her What Ifs because they just made her sad.

Kate smoothed down her dress. It was an afternoon event but Kate was still nervous. Luckily Daphne was available for shopping since she had to take a reluctant Eloise, so she tagged along and got herself a very nice dress. A very expensive dress but Daphne said that Anthony was fitting the bill, which did not sit well with her Kate knew there was no way she could borrow a dress like she did at the last big event especially when it was so important she made a good impression. 

So Kate settled on a colour-blocking Versace almost-mini dress. She looked great but also daring. The colours suited her skin tone and showed off her best asset: her legs.

Kate knew Anthony was nervous about this event. She hoped they could avoid drama but she knew that could not control everything. Even when Kate left home, Mary looked on edge.

Kate smoothed her dress while she sat at the back of the car, driven by Robert.

Anthony grabbed her hand and said "The dress looks stunning. You look stunning. Don't worry,"

"Sorry. It's just that today is an important day," Kate said looking at him.

"It's just a party like any other babe," he said.

Kate tried to calm down but before she could reply, Robert informed them that they had arrived.

Getting into the event was relatively more smooth and casual than the benefit and Kate quickly found a group of women to talk to. Some of them were rich and/or titled but the two that Kate bonded with were a doctor and a florist. Jennifer and Rebecca were married and partnered respectively with Fife and another guy named Michael Stirling. Rebecca was by far the youngest and she looked incredibly uncomfortable whereas Jennifer who despite having a similar background to Kate fit in because she was well-respected as a doctor.

Kate spent a lot of time talking with the two women and when Jennifer went off to use the loo, Jennifer leaned in and said "She's not gonna last,"

Kate who was sipping her drink at the time almost choked and asked "Why do you say that? I mean I know they are young but they look cute,"

"They are always cute but Michael does not stay with them for long," Jennifer said.

"Oh that's a shame," Kate said.

"Not really, she does not exactly know what she is getting herself into with these kinds of people," Jennifer said and Kate hummed her agreement. There was a lot of money and prestige flying around the room and even though Kate was not a part of it she had years of experience holding her own around people like this "You look like you got the memo though,"

Kate looked at Jennifer surprised and chuckled "I mean I guess. I don't have to do much,"

"Yeah, but that's good. At the benefit, you were wind up tight and Anthony was the same. Hence all the unpleasantness," Jennifer said casually.

Kate was confused by the remark. She was not sure what she knew "As long as people keep their racism to themselves I'm sure we will all be fine,"

"I mean to be fair my husband and Conrad were complimenting you,"

Kate's blood ran cold "Excuse me?"

"Look I've been there myself when I first married my husband but I realised that you have got to let them be themselves and do what they want so your relationship can be strong,"

Kate stood up and made her face stoic "Just because you are okay with being disrespected by your husband and his mates does not mean that is something I am okay with,"

"You say that as if they are not Anthony's mates as well. My husband, Conrad and Anthony go back years. It only makes sense that they would make up over a little disagreement," Jennifer said smiling and Kate could finally see how arrogant it looked, it leaned more into a sneer.

"Anthony being forced to make civilities with them does not mean he condones their behaviour," Kate said straightening her back to defend her boyfriend.

"My dear, I guess Rebecca is not the only one who is unaware. Anthony did not seem to have issues with My husband or Conrad at last week's polo match or a month ago at the Smythe-Smith musicale," Jennifer took out her phone and showed Kate pictures of the group of men smiling and laughing and Kate's stomach churned.

Kate walked away briskly until she made it to the loo and threw up the contents of her stomach, which unfortunately because food had not been served yet, was not much.

Kate cleaned herself up and looked at herself in the mirror. Anthony had lied to her? Well he had not lied, he merely omitted what he had done. What did it matter anyways Kate, knew Anthony had to make amends with those arses, she just did not know Anthony was having such a good time doing so. She felt like she had been sucker punched. She felt foolish and mostly sad, Anthony had to keep a part of his life from her maybe because he was ashamed but maybe because he did not want to be judged by her. She tried to find the grace she promised to give to him and was resolute to bring it up to him at a later date. Today was about impressing the Bridgertons and the Ledgers so she focused on that.

Kate spent the rest of the night schmoozing and putting on her best personality traits. Eventually, the woman of the hour showed up: Dowager Lady Ledger. Kate could not help but note how she looked old but not frail, stern and a little unfriendly. Kate wondered if it was wrong of her to notice the fact that her smile mirrored a lot of the women in the room: insincere.

Anthony introduced Kate to his grandmother and she remarked "Wow, you are beautiful,"

Kate smiled "Thank you. Of course, the only beauty people have their eyes on today is you,"

"Well thank you for flattering an old lady like myself, dear," she said.

"Is it flattery when it's the truth?" Anthony said and all the women laughed.

Lady Ledger took her hand and put it on his face "What a handsome charmer,"

"Thank you, grandmother," Anthony said "I love you,"

Lady Ledger smiled sweetly and was escorted around the rest of the room by Anthony's mother and brother, Colin.

Kate felt like she could take a breath "That went well didn't it?" Anthony said.

"Yeah, I'm glad she at least thinks I'm pretty," Kate said.

"Babe, you are the most beautiful woman ever. Now I would never say that to her because I fear her but you know that," Anthony said as he kissed the side of her head and Kate felt giddy.

All of a sudden the idea of what had happened with Jennifer earlier seemed like a dream and what she had with Anthony was the reality she needed to focus on.

--

Later as the party winded down and the little sun they had gotten dwindled to dark greys, Kate was happily dancing with Benedict when Anthony cut in.

"Are you having a good time?" Anthony asked as they swayed together to the music.

"Surprisingly, yes. Your siblings are hilarious and I like them," Kate said laying her head on his shoulder.

"Thank you," Anthony said.

"For what?" Kate asked.

"For accepting all of this. My family. Me. I know it's not exactly the best example of how to use wealth but it's important to me to maintain our family's name. I hope it's not too much,"

"Anthony, of course. I love you. The rest is just noise," Kate said.

Anthony kissed Kate softly. She could hear some camera's going off but she didn't care for once.

It was then that Violet tapped Anthony on the shoulder "Can the both of you come with me?" she asked and Kate felt dread.

#the crazy rich viscount who loved me

[hotchs-bitch]

Happy November! Now that Kinktober is over, some 23k+ words later, it’s time for some angst. Because of course it is.

Without further ado, please enjoy the intro/teaser for the Breaking Up Slowly trilogy’s part 3- Hold On. And please remember that encouragement/active interaction makes me write faster, and about 5.5k of this is already written😋

Warning: mentions of childhood abuse, mentions of Haley's death

Once upon a time, Aaron had considered himself lucky. He had a steady job, as dangerous as it was fulfilling, with the BAU. He had a son, energetic and joyous despite all he’d been through. He had you, beautiful and strong and endlessly supportive of him. He had a version of the life he had always wanted, the normalcy of family game night and someone else making Jack eat his veggies. It had been perfect.

But then, he’d screwed up. Hadn’t he? He had opened up, just a bit too much, and told you something you didn’t want to hear. Scared you off.

Instead of spending the rest of his life with you, as he’d planned, Aaron found himself alone. He tried not to blame you, tried not to feel bitter about the inevitable result of finally opening up to someone wholly.

He bit back every thought of how conditional your love turned out to be, every scathing remark about how Biometrics was one of the most useless departments in the Bureau. He pretended not to care when he overheard that you were dating again, courtesy of JJ and Prentiss’ water cooler gossip.

He’d done what Aaron Hotchner always did; he’d buckled up, lifted his chin, and done what was expected of him. He’d found a nice girl, one that fell for him quickly, and he wished he could return the depths of her affection. He’d continued to work, putting away bad guys with Morgan and Reid while missing the easy way you’d always been able to read his mind in the field.

He moved apartments as soon as it became apparent that the ghost of you would never leave; he just wished that it hadn’t followed him, haunting him with thoughts of you dancing around the new stainless steel kitchen, or flopping onto the brand new suede couch.

He’d done what you asked him to, two years ago when you’d walked away from him and left him to pick up the pieces of his son’s broken heart and ignore his own.

Everyone has a breaking point, though. Aaron, to his credit, hadn’t reached it many times in his life.

There was the first time his father hit his little brother; the first time Aaron fought back. Open-handed slaps, broken noses, Sean screaming. He had never regretted it, not even when he wound up in the hospital that night.

There was George Foyet, dead on the blood-soaked carpet after a blur of a fight. Bloody knuckles, blurry vision, Haley’s blood flecked on her killer’s face. He’d do it a hundred times over if he had the chance.

There was the breakup, the one that simultaneously snuck up on him and had let him see it coming. Crumpled flowers, Aaron yelling, you packing your desk. If he hadn’t snapped, would you have stayed?

And then there were the breaking points Aaron never expected to reach.

Leaving for a case the day you broke up with him, only to return to a half-empty apartment. Empty closet, the ‘hers’ sink from the his-and-hers themed bathroom scrubbed clean, your favourite mug left in the dishwasher. He had shattered the mug, thrown it off the balcony where you liked to drink your coffee in the mornings.

The first time you’d come along on a team outing after the breakup. Laughter, avoiding glances, ignoring how good you looked. He had taken home the first woman who caught his eye that night, learned her name- Beth- and given her a place in his life, like that would solve anything.

No matter how many breaking points he experienced, Aaron could never be sure about when the next one would occur. His saving grace through it all was that at least he could keep his composure at work. Where Aaron failed, Hotch wasn’t allowed to.

Maybe that’s why it’s such a shock when the team gets news of a bombing in New York, just days after Emily’s wedding, and Hotch nearly keels over at his desk. You’re in New York.

#hotch x reader angst #aaron hotchner x reader #no offense but I’ll beg for crumbs over this tbh #ANYWAYS enjoy xx

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

A Moon In Our Sad Sun Convention?

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,229

Summary: Moon runs away straight into an inter-dimensional therapy session, leading to many, many cuddles.

Warnings: Panic Attack, Past Death (mentioned), Hurt/Comfort, Past Self-Unalive (mentioned in passing only), Angst, Everyone Not Tagged Is Only Mentioned, let me know if I should add anything else.

Notes: Set after ‘Sun and Moon Breakup’.

Chapter 1: Travelling To Comfort

Moon knew it was running, he knew it. But he couldn't stay anymore, he was all alone. He couldn't stand being alone. He'd always had someone, whether it be Sun or Lunar or KC. But KC was asleep, Lunar had moved out, and Sunny had finally left him. He was all alone in the world. Even Monty was staying with Lunar until he could find his friend, Puppet.

So Moon did the only other thing he could think of, travel dimensions. Surely other dimensions wouldn't mind being slightly intruded upon as long as he could cling onto someone and be assured he was loved and he wasn't so incapable of existing. So Moon stumbled through his dimensional portal right into the ball pit of a different daycare and spotted the very person he'd travelled to see.

Nebula, the Sun who never had a Moon, the one he had taught how to run a channel of his very own. And it looked as though he'd stumbled right into a recording but he couldn't find it in himself to stop the beeline for Nebula and collapsing against him in the chair Nebula sat in.

"Moon?" Nebula asked softly.

"Please. Just tell me I'm not useless. Please, Nebula, I'll do anything." Moon managed to choke out.

"Oh, Moon." One of Nebula’s hands rested around him now, holding tightly and protectively. The other came up to excavate Moon's faceplate from his shoulder.

"Please, Neb." He sniffled, he was actually crying. His eyes were leaking oil and clouding his vision.

"Moon, you're not useless. You never have been. Who told you that?" Nebulas asked. He could hear gasps and slight chattering behind him but Nebula's hand kept his faceplate directed at him so he couldn't turn to see who that was.

"Me and Sunny had a fight. A really big fight. Sun snapped, he killed Blood Moon, now he's after Eclipse and he wants to kill him too. But Eclipse said he can get rid of Kill Code. He wants me to make a deal with him. I-I tried to stop Sun, because-" He had to stop temporarily due to his crying ripping a sob from his vocals before he could recover from it.

"Because I don't want him to feel how I do. The guilt of having killed people. I don't want that for him! It's…It's too much to bear, I can't let him deal with that guilt too! B-But Sunny yelled at me and he left anyway and I couldn't stop him! Why couldn't I stop him? Am I that useless? Am I stupid? Why can't I make him stop and listen? I just want my brother home! I don't want to be alone!"

"You’re not useless, Moon-"

"I am! Sunny left, Lunar left, Monty left, I can't make anyone stay. I don't want to be alone but everyone keeps leaving me behind again. Doesn't Sun remember!? I don't like being alone, I can't...I can't be alone...I don't want to be alone again." Moon buried back into Nebula's shoulder, choking sobs as the other animatronic rubbed over his back to help calm him.

"You aren't alone, Moon. You have me. You have so many people. You aren't alone anymore. And you're certainly not useless. Moon, you kept my home open. You saved me from dying. They would have scrapped me in just a couple more hours after you first came, but you saved me, only you did that." Nebula reminded him. "You're the more capable person I know. You could never be useless."

"Then why does everyone leave? Am I not good enough? Should...Should I just wipe myself to get rid of KC so they stay?" Nebula's arm got tighter.

"No. Don't you even dare think of it. You don't need to change yourself to make others happy. You're not going to kill yourself to make your family stay, that's not how family works." Nebula told him as calmly as a fumingly angry sun model could.

"What can I do then? How do I make them see that I'm hurt too? Why can't they see that we're falling apart?" Moon asked.

"Sun is blinded by anger, Lunar is blinded by fear. Monty…is just very oblivious. They'll come around, Moon."

"I never thought I'd want to kill a Sun." Moon heard muttered to his left and he turned to see another Sun model, one he recognized too. It was the one from the universe where Sun got the kill code, dubbed the murder code, and this was Black Hole, the Murder Code's manifestation.

Black Hole's Moon had died a while back, due to the sheer controlled shocks they'd taken when sharing a body. They'd caused glitches and the animatronic equivalent of seizures, that all led to him never waking up after one of his extremely back glitches.

Moon had found Black Hole's dimension a while back, showing up only hours after Black's brother died. Moon had been clung to for hours during his grieving process and still had to do check-ups on him once in a while to make sure he was okay. Yet he was here? Here in Nebula's dimension? Why?

"What?" Moon asked softly, Nebula releasing his faceplate to let him look around to see various sun models, all seated in chairs in the closed daycare, seemingly having been talking about something as a group.

But the more of them he saw, the more he realized what he'd walked into. None of these sun models had a Moon, or at least not the same one, anymore. This was a gathering? Of suns? Of those who didn't have their other half anymore?

Andromeda's Moon had died so long ago after the corruption by Eclipse's code, Sunshine's Moon had sacrificed himself to kill Eclipse by turning Sunshine human. Micronova's Moon was wiped to zero, Borealis' died at the end of October, Blitzar's Moon died back in August. Blazar's Moon sacrificed himself taking Eclipse into his body and killing them both, and Preon's Moon had died by Blood Moon's hands.

"Moon, we were having a therapy session for us Suns without Moons." Nebula explained.

"I'm sorry, I’ll leave-"

"No." Andromeda, who was on his right, immediately cut him off. "Don't leave. Your family has abandoned you, you need time to heal over that. Stay. Let us help?" Andromeda asked of him.

"They'll look for me..."

"And they won't find you. If you don't want them to. You have more family than you think, Moon. We are all your brothers. Your world isn't the only one you've made an impact on, you saved some of us from dying, or...worse..." Meda didn't need to elaborate on that, Moon understood quite well of when he'd talked both Andromeda and Sunshine down from that.

"Moon, we love you, we don't want you to feel abandoned. Let us care for you before you go home?" Black Hole asked.

"Okay, I'll stay. Just...Please don't leave." Moon softly asked.

"Of course not. We won't leave." Sunshine answered, Moon finally calming from his panic attack to feeling exhausted against Nebula, who seemed to simply accept the dead weight on him as Moon entered rest mode. He felt safe falling asleep, for the first time in a long, long time with the alternate selves of his brother watching over him like he was nothing but a crying little one in need of comfort.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #fnaf moon #fnaf nebula #fnaf andromeda #fnaf sunshine #fnaf black hole #fnaf micronova #fnaf borealis #fnaf blitzar #fnaf blazar #fnaf preon #snoweywrites #tw panic attack mention #tw death mention #hurt/comfort #tw angst mention #tw sewerslide attempt mention #two fics in a day

[crush-like-that]

Was listening to my byler playlist and Tears Over Beers came on and I just started thinking (inspo also taken from Twin Size Mattress)

Imagine, Vecna is defeated. Life is still shit. (people like to say that everything goes back to better than normal. Like everyone's happy and the party is perfect.) Life is shit. The whole party (+ everyone else) is dealing with PTSD. Max is blind and can't walk without some sort of support. Because of the connection to hellfire and their connection to each other, the party is still targeted, but moreover avoided. Shit shit shit, it's all shit. Mike starts becoming really pessimistic again. It's easier to get Will to snap. Dustin is more quiet and isn't as enthusiastic as he should be. El is quiet again, more often then not lost in her thoughts with a cold look on her face. Lucas pushes all of his emotion into physical activity, doing his damn hardest to not have a single waking moment where he's still. Max, upon all her other issues, finds her way to her mother's alcohol. They're still friends because, aside from the other people who dealt with the upside down shit, they have no one. But they don't hang out like they used to, they don't talk like normal. (mlvn is broken up at this point.) Mike and Will are always seen together, though. That's one thing that hasn't completely changed. Except they're always tense. There's something unsaid between them that everyone can sense. Some time or another, there's a fight. Will yelling at Mike, just completely at his breaking point. Mike is throwing snide comments back. Mike eventually says something along the lines of "If you hate me so much, why don't you just leave?" And Will laughs. He fucking laughs. (this only adds to Mike's anger.) Will is fuming, hurt, all that shit. He says that he doesn't hate Mike and, at this point, he thinks he's physically incapable of hating Mike. And it's so fucking annoying, because hating Mike would be so much easier than loving him. (BOOM, confession.) Will leaves, Mike is left to think. Skip a few days ahead, Mike reaches out to Will, they talk, they start dating, yippieee. Both are still as moody and angry at the world as they were before but now, at least, they can find peace and happiness with each other in their alone time.

But the whole of Hawkins seeming to hate the party (especially Mike. After Eddie's death, Mike had grown his hair out- not as long, but it resembles Eddie. And with the pessimistic, ready to fight attitude... well the connection is there and obvious enough.) So of course, more strain. One day (a month or two after byler getting together), when Mike and Will are hanging out, smoking either cigarettes or weed, the decision is yours, and Mike says, half joking, how they should run away. Will goes a bit tense, but after a moment he lets out a (shaky) laugh and agrees.

Lets say like two weeks later, something bad happens. Whether it's from kids at school, someone from the town, or Ted, something bad happens to Mike. In a fit of emotion, he packs a bag and bike's to the Byers' house. Mike gets Will's attention and climbs through his window. Out of breath, face flushed, and with a crazy look in his eye, Mike says "Run away with me." Will is just in shock. He asks if Mike is kidding, but then sees the bag. He panics, he starts going on about how this is a bad idea. A great idea. Mike should go. He'll go with. He can't leave his family. He needs to get out of this hell hole. He can't leave. So, eventually, Will sits Mike down, and they talk. One of the first serious talks in a while. (albeit, yes, the fight was something serious, but that was fueled by anger. it's not like this at all.) Will explains that he would love to go, he would follow Mike to the ends of the earth, but he.... can't. He asks Mike to stay. Mike says there's no way in hell. Will nods, he understands. It's Will who initiates the breakup. Both know that it was going to happen, with something like this going on, but Mike could never be the one to initiate it. Hell, maybe he is, because he's the one leaving, but there's no way that he could actively say it. He's afraid of losing Will. But it happens, they breakup with wide, wet, scared but half hopeful eyes, shaky breath and fluttering hearts. Anticipation, hurt, excitement, fear. They kiss, sad and slow. A goodbye kiss. Mike promises to write or call when he can. Will assures him that they'll find each other someday. He doesn't know how, but they will. And Mike leaves. It's something of heartbreak, the first love and the first loss. The first meaningful breakup. (yes yes, mlvn breakup was meaningful because it meant the start of a new era, the start of being true to themselves, but that's different.)

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