#crying screaming literally collapsing on the floor with sadness

[loveinhereyes-flowersinherhair]

Extract from “When Giants walked the Earth.” by Mick Wall ♡

“Watching Bonzo now, being able to hear the detail, to actually see him close-up working, it’s marvellous,’ agrees Jones.

“That was the thing about the smaller gigs. Drums get fairly unsubtle through a large PA. But in a smaller place like Albert Hall you can hear all the incredible detail he was always putting into his work. He was constantly varying, changing all the time. He was just such an exciting musician to play with. Some musicians hate if the drummer or one of the other musicians starts to diversify from the song, or go off into their own thing. But in Zeppelin, that was the whole point, and John was magnificent at that. He really kept you on your toes as a musician and a listener. That’s when the empathy becomes incredibly exhilarating.

He was the best drummer i’ve ever played with, bar none.”

[se-sissy-lina04]

Sissy’s Masterlist

The Water Crisis continues

Setting: Afternoon. Blistering heat. CT-Cassa, 12th floor balcony.

You, in sunglasses and a floppy sunhat, sit back in a lounge chair you definitely bought on sale. Your toes swirl in a bright inflatable kiddie pool. There’s a citrusy cocktail in your hand. A book rests face-down on your lap. A fan hums behind you. You are, in a word, thriving.

Across the building, chaos brews.

On the 212th balcony

A sweaty, shirtless Boil stomps in circles between potted plants, shaking a caf can full of pebbles.

Waxer, holding a misting bottle: “Boil. It’s not going to work.”

Boil: “The plants respond to positive delusion! I read about it in a… book. Maybe.”

He throws his arms wide and yells to the sky: “OH GLORIOUS WATER SPIRITS—SHOWER US WITH YOUR BOUNTY!”

Nothing happens.

A leaf falls.

You sip your drink and click your tongue. “Tragic,” you murmur.

Down on the 501st floor

Jesse is duct-taping a “WATER HERE” sign to a fake puddle drawn with chalk.

Fives lies nearby like a collapsed poet, muttering: “We were born in tubes of water… now we die in the absence of it…”

Tech, standing in the courtyard with a scanner: “There is a 0.3% chance of precipitation in this district today.”

Wrecker: “THAT’S STILL HOPE!”

Back on your balcony

You slide your sunglasses down and raise your glass in their direction.

You: “To the Republic’s finest. May they never discover bottled water.”

You kick up a small splash with your foot. A stray droplet flings through the air and lands on Boil’s arm.

He gasps. Drops to his knees.

“…the spirits heard me.”

You: Smug level: MAXIMUM.

Later:

The sun is a merciless tyrant, and the clones? A bunch of increasingly dehydrated war criminals in desperate need of hydration and a functioning central A/C.

You? Queen of shade. Literally.

Setting: Blistering Afternoon — CT-Cassa, Balcony of Civilization

You have upgraded. You now got two fans pointed at you (“for variety,” you claim) and a pineapple-shaped floaty bobbing beside you with snacks on top. The pages of your book flutter in the breeze. You’re not reading it anymore. You’re watching. Observing. Documenting the downfall of clone society via heatstroke.

You reach for your glass.

You: “They’ve begun the descent into madness.”

212th Battalion Balcony – Heat-Induced Ritual Hour

Boil has fashioned a crown of leaves. Waxer is now using the misting bottle on him, not the plants.

Boil, whispering to a succulent: “Only you understand me.”

Waxer: “Your sunburn has developed sentience. Please stop licking the condensation off the windows.”

A flash of movement—Boil darts to the edge of the balcony, holding a bowl.

Boil: “WATER RUNOFF! I SAW IT! FROM THE AIR CONDITIONER!”

You (from across the way): “That’s freon, sweetie.”

Boil sniffs the bowl. His eyes cross slightly. He drinks it anyway. Waxer tackles him mid-chug. Screaming ensues.

501st Floor – Despair and DIY

Jesse has built a shrine.

Not just a fake puddle anymore. No. This is performance art.

A chalk-drawn lake, a fold-out lawn chair, a sad beach umbrella, and a single, glorious sign that reads: “Bring Back Kamino.”

Fives, still sprawled across the hot concrete like a dying poet:

Fives: “The water called to us once… now it is but a dream. A puddle in the mind…”

Kix (entering): “YOU NEED ELECTROLYTES, YOU DRAMA LEECH.”

Jesse, holding his own sweat in a plastic cup: “If I cry hard enough, will it form a pond?”

Courtyard – Tech’s Lost Hope & Wrecker’s War Cry

Tech, scanning the sky again: “The odds are now down to 0.1%.”

Wrecker, hoisting a tarp like a flag: “THEN WE CHARGE THE SKY! WE MAKE OUR OWN STORM!”

Echo (sitting in the shade of a garbage bin): “This is how civilization ends.”

Suddenly, a loud buzzing noise—Hardcase zips by on a repurposed cooling unit with fans strapped to his back. He screams something about being the “WIND AVATAR” and clips a clothesline mid-flight. Boxers rain down like flags of surrender.

You, your Balcony Throne of Smug

You lift your cocktail glass.

You (to yourself): “I am not the hero of this heatwave… I am its observer. Its chronicler. Its survivor. Not my fault they are too proud to go to the corner store.”

You dunk your feet again.

A small, plastic palm tree floats by. Attached to it is a sticky note. A message.

Note: “dear goddess of water & shade – please spare us one cube of ice. - 212th”

A second note beneath: “also. do you have sunscreen? Boil looks like a boiled Boil.”

You sigh. Stand up. Wander inside.

A moment later, a small box sails across the courtyard attached to a parachute made from an old T-shirt.

Inside:

– One mini bottle of SPF 50

– One cube of ice

A note: “Only one of you may drink. Choose wisely.”

Chaos erupts.

[sinful-morningstar]

Spartober day 16 Nightmare (VerDante)

Author's Note: this is very angsty yet sweet...bittersweet? i believe is the term...anyways i felt the need for Dante to give Vergil some comfort and love yes this is spartacest..i cant write platonic dante x Vergil to save my life they always got to confess and kiss ...Other than that..Enjoy today's prompt. Prompts by whatsanapocalae1 (I use a combination of Spartober and Devil MayTober Prompts) {forgot to mention but i'm proud of myself for still going strong through these prompts despite feeling slightly uninspired and burnt out at times but i'm thoroughly enjoying this Spartober and i love these demon boys with all my heart <3 } 16: Nightmare (VerDante) Fire was blazing as smoke invaded Vergil’s nose and lungs he coughed as he ran around the house in search of someone, he wheezed holding the Yamato as he was ready to fight the intruder, he could hear a scream as he readied himself for battle.

“Mother!” he cried out to her, he could see Eva cowering in fear, her eyes widened as she saw Vergil in the corner, Vergil reached out to her unsheathing the Yamato ready to strike the demon that dared harm his mother.

She quickly stood in front of Vergil protecting him, then faded to black the sound of her body collapsing onto the floor while blood gushed out from her wounds. Eva reached back at Vergil..and that's when he woke up in a cold sweat shooting out of his bed panting as tears stung his eyes.

Footsteps could be heard from the other side of the door, Vergil curled up in on himself mirroring his past self as the images of that dreaded night ran through his head like a horror show. He sniffled gently, allowing himself to shed a few tears; he didnt realise that Dante had entered his room.

He felt a gloved hand on his bare shoulder making him flinch at the touch, Vergil looked up at Dante, his eyes puffy from crying as he glared “What do you want?!” he snapped .

Dante pulled his hand back lifting his arms up in defence “Woah, hey, watch it Verg…I was just making sure you’re okay”.he said gently.

“Leave me be Dante..” Vergil said, shaking. He sniffled once more trying to keep his cold and calm demeanour.

The younger Sparda noticed Vergil’s apprehensiveness and sighed softly realising what was going on “It’s another nightmare..isn't it?”. He said softly. His eyes fixated on Vergil.

Vergil scoffed “And so what if it is?, what do you plan to do, hmm?, your poor attempts at comfort are meaningless Dante, i wouldn't waste your breath if i were you”.

“Oh yeah? and why’s that?, still too tough to admit you need help?, why is that exactly?Why push everyone away?” Dante asked in a challenging tone showing concern but also frustration with his brother’s stubbornness ”what's the problem Vergil?”.

“You wouldnt understand…” Vergil looked away from Dante.

Dante blinked rapidly in shock, surprised by Vergil’s response “Right I wouldn't … .i have no idea what nightmares about mom are like” he said dryly and sarcastically as he folded his arms and glared at his older brother.

“H-How did you-” Vergil asked before Dante cut him off.

“I heard you cry out to her…” Dante snapped back.

“I watched her die, Dante!” Vergil said defensively.

“And i had to stay back and hear it all go down, and when i came outta that closet…you were gone..so i didn't just lose mom that day, i lost you too…and i've done nothing but lose you..over ..and over..and over, I lost you to Arkham, I lost you to Nelo angelo , I lost you to Urizen before V got you back in one piece..Literally!” Dante ranted as his voice was rough with anger and sadness.

Vergil was speechless he couldn't argue with that, while he did watch a murder in cold blood they both lost their mother they both lost their father and in the end they lost each other, countless times, and most were by his own doing; he felt immense guilt arise in his chest as he choked out a sob, he didn't know why… it felt like it had been sitting in his chest for years finally coming out his throat.

Dante wrapped an arm around him “Hey..Hey it's okay, let it out..” he said, rubbing Vergil’s back gently as he sighed “I-I’m sorry..” he said softly.

“What for? I’m the fool here, chasing after power in a blind attempt at redemption…” Vergil croaked gently as tears streamed his face.

Tilting his head gently Dante wiped away Vergil’s tears with his sleeves “ redemption?, Oh..Vergil you don't need to redeem yourself for what happened..in the end we always take down whatever shit comes our way”.

“But we couldn't stop mundus and his minions…we couldn't–” Vergil swallowed “I couldn't save mother..” Vergil said forlorn as he looked away blinking tears with a sigh.

Dante lifted his chin up “Hey…Vergil, look at me..” he said as he stared back at Vergil.

Vergil felt a lump in his throat as his eyes locked onto Dante’s, he was still quiet, his heart racing at the gesture.

“Listen..what happened to mom..no one could have prepared us for that..no one..not even Dad…” Dante said as he licked his lips nervously “we were just kids…we couldn't do anything..even if we tried..and you did try, i heard you..you tried your god damn best..you’re the best brother anyone could ask for..and one hell of a firstborn son..”.

Vergil rolled his eyes and scoffed “Dont patronise me brother…”

“I’m not…” Dante said in a genuine tone his expression was fond as he looked up at him with a weak smile. “You’re a stubborn arrogant son of a gun..but you’re still my brother..my big brother…” he took Vergil’s hand, squeezing it gently.

Vergil gave a slight smirk as he sniffled, wiping the tears away, watching as Dante took off his jacket and sat at the edge of the bed with him.

“Dante..” Vergil sighed softly as he finally calmed himself from the tears. He bit his lip before he spoke “I…I lost myself when we lost mother and father…but I never wanted to lose you too…”

“Really?” Dante asked a little unsure but he could hear the sincerity in Vergil’s voice the rare moments of vulnerability between the pair.

“Yeah…” Vergil nodded gently as their eyes met again.

Dante sighed as he moved closer to Vergil sitting right up beside him “I have to tell you something…”. His heart raced as he looked back at his twin.

Vergil brushed a strand of Dante’s hair out of his face “What is it?” he asked gently.

“I love you~” Dante said sincerely with his heart poured into every word, those three words ringing out in the bedroom, it was a confession of both brotherly and romantic love.

Blushing gently realising how close they were Vergil replied “I love you too…” he meant it every word same as Dante but to him it was more intense for him it felt like his heart was about to burst with all the pain and hardships within him alongside the newfound joy that was bittersweet as he came to the conclusion that he did in fact love him, but he knew that it was probably due to the fact they only had each other ..and they didn't at the same time..a double edged sword .

Dante leaned in closer, going in for a kiss as Vergil accepted, their lips pressed up against one another as their heart beat in unison. Vergil pulled back for a moment just a moment to process it all before going in for a deeper, more passionate kiss as he held Dante’s shoulders.

Their heads tilted as their tongues tangled for a moment , Dante’s hands ran along Vergil’s neck and through his hair pulling him closer as their kiss became more intimate. Dante pulled back with a gasp only for Vergil to pull him right back in sharing another moment before ending it.

“I couldn't stop thinking about you…” Dante confessed further “You were away for years and i didnt know what else to do…”

Vergil looked worried as he nodded understanding Dante’s words “Let’s lay down for a minute” he said as he pushed Dante down onto the bed and laid beside him.

Dante sighed softly, feeling Vergil put an arm around him resting his head against his chest.

“You’ve wanted to say that for a while now haven't you?” Vergil said in reference to his brother’s confession.

Licking his lips Dante sighed and nodded “Yeah..”

“Why..cause I broke down crying?” Vergil asked, choking up again.

“Yeah but it's not just that…” Dante said honestly.

“Then what else?” Vergil asked curiously in his voice a whisper now that they both were calm and comfortable in this moment.

“Vergil, I’ve always loved you…in every way possible…it pained me to see you do the shit you did but..I’m happy you’re back and I'm glad I have you in my arms…” Dante said as he kissed Vergil’s forehead gently.

Vergil felt tears sting his eyes as he started to cry again a mixture of sadness and happiness as he clinged onto Dante nuzzling into him.he got up holding Dante’s hand gently kissing his knuckles gently then kissed the back of his hand keeping his lips pressed against the tender flesh.

Dante pulled Vergil on top of him with a warm smile “Stay with me..maybe i can make the nightmares go away?…” he offered with a gente tone.

Vergil felt Dante’s hand caress his cheek as he kissed his brother’s palm he nodded gently “Yes..I believe having you with me will help ease the pain somewhat”.

Pulling Vergil in for a kiss Dante hummed happily running a hand through his hair messing it up making it look the way it did when they were young men. “Heh..Yeah..let’s get some rest…”

Vergil smirked as he cuddled up beside Dante happily enjoying just how close they were together, it made his heart flutter and his mind at ease.

“G'night Vergil…”

“Goodnight Dante~”

[lotorsshoulderpads]

Let Romelle Smooch Girls 2025

Summary: Princess Romelle was sent to space boarding school, kissed a girl, got in trouble and is now sad bc I'm literate and thus have the power to make everything gay and angsty (rewritten)

Her chest ached as she held her breath so as not to let out a single pathetic sob. Even alone in her room, she wouldn't give the universe the satisfaction. Indignant tears stained her face with mascara none the less.

Her lungs still clung desperately to the scent of honeysuckle. When she closed her eyes she could almost imagine she was still there, in the courtyard outside the ballroom. She could still hear the rustling of leaves, could picture the way the moonlight filtered through them. Giggling, whispering, as she ran her fingertips down Viveca's arm until their hands came together just perfectly. She could still feel Viveca's lips smile against hers.

She wishes she could pause it there, seconds before they were caught. Forever. Never to see her father's disapproving scowl when she was sent home.

It feels as though her ribcage collapses in on itself as a wail tears its way out of her throat. She wanted to scream. To hit, and kick, and scratch, and hurt, like she was hurting.

Romelle began to violently pull on the hairdo Calpurnia had spent so much time on. A few hairpins ping against the stone floor as she yanked and yanked, the braids coming undone, and bun a matted mess. Her finger quickly become entangled and she wrenches her hand free, strands of hair coming with it.

She had stood up at some point during her frenzy and as butchered petals fell from the flowers in her hair, something moved in the corner of her vision.

She turns, owlish, puffy eyes staring back at her. It takes her too long to recognize her own reflection, her once beautiful dress crumpled and grass stained.

"What would your mother say?"

With a great cry she throws the mirror to the ground, the shatter surprisingly cathartic. So much so that it sends her out of her body, out of the moment. Staggering back, she falls to the floor in a heap.

Distantly, she is aware of the knock at her door, the sound of it opening. She doesn't have the energy to look. She doesn't care to look.

A tanned, freckled arm comes into her blurry view as Avok sits beside her.

The silence goes on for a while. He doesn't reach out to her. She would push him away, and he knows it.

"This is going to sound like the dumbest thing you've ever heard in your life," he starts. "But... it'll get better. Not tomorrow, or soon, but at some point the happiness you feel with seem worth today's suffering."

"I hate him." Romelle's voice sounds more heartbroken than angry. "I fucking hate him."

"And you're entitled to. Everything happens for a reason, and sometimes that reason is people can be shitty." He says simply.

There's another long pause.

"Look, I don't want to make you feel like what you're going through isn't real, and awful, and unjust." He says. "I just want you to know that there's more to life than being miserable. Even if the last few years have been hell for us."

"What would you know about any of this?" Romelle snaps, her voice coming out far to weak for her liking. "What would you know about me liking a girl?"

Avok gave a low hum in response.

"I suppose you're right." He concedes. "I wouldn't know the first thing about liking girls."

[funnywormz]

TOP FIVE MANAGERBOY MOMENTS GO!

OGUGUGUUGUGH LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO

(putting below the cut bc it got long and also there are Spoilers for anyone who hasn't finished s5. much like with my lobby boy outfits post i didn't include any bonus or new crew eps here)

5: 5.1 merp and burble + 5.5 the bellhop

combining these bc i couldn't choose + i like them for the same reasons........ i love both of these episodes bc they're full of these "WHERE IS MY LOBBY BOY" moments from the manager lol. watching her desperately fight against the hotel and tear shit up trying to get to him is so sweet. you can tell she really cares abt him here which makes me very happy bc i feel like that wasn't always the case, but he's grown on her big time lol. there's definitely a sense from her here that she would keep on trying to get back to him as long as she's able to. also the way in merp and burble she continuously refers to feeling lost or like she's lost someone when she's trying to remember him......... it's rlly sweet

4: 4.3 - the habers

ik this is purely an observation by madam hotel but it counts. this is just a straight up admission from her that the lobby boy feels romantic love or something like it for the manager. it's sad as well bc i think this is kinda before the manager began to reciprocate any of those feelings, so it's a depiction of an unrequited, sad, confused sort of love. but it's love nonetheless. also the "it keeps him warm in his little closet" line is so sweet. it's so cute and a little tragic to imagine him sitting in the closet just daydreaming abt her.........

3: 4.18 - she's always been here (1)

i don't see many ppl talking abt this moment but it's one of my favourites with them. there's something so sweet and sad abt how the lobby boy just wants to help her and make her feel better even though he knows he can't. also him just straight up saying that he belongs with her auugugugh...... they're a set do not separate.........

2: 4.18 - she's always been here (2)

when they see what happens to the owner and they realise they're gonna be separated too........ MAN.......... literally heart breaking. the way they cry out for each other as they're pulled away........ the manager literally pleading trying to save him and screaming when he's gone, i think it's the most emotional we've ever seen her get abt like...... anything ever. she cares abt him so much. also the statement "i wish we were alone" from the lobby boy is so intriguing to me. to me it implies that he wants to be away from the hotel, that he wants to be somewhere where him and the manager (and maybe the owner idk) can just be by themselves without being constantly watched and tampered with and killed. it suggests a desire to be free from surveillance and maybe freedom from the hotel herself? i think it's the only time any of the staff have ever verbally expressed a desire to leave the hotel and i wonder if it's going to be revisited in s6.

1: 5.12 - the reaper's envy

they're literally holding hands........ the way the manager calls the lobby boy over telling him it'll be ok and then they HOLD HANDS............ collapses onto the floor. augh. not to get sappy but it's amazing how their relationship has grown over the seasons from the relatively cold uncaring dynamic that it was to something beautiful just tentatively growing bit by bit.......... to me this moment is the culmination of that growth so far. it was so cathartic after they'd been separated for so long too and seeing the manager's desperate attempts to get back to him :'-) man i love them so much........... it's so sweet to see the staff in general express genuine care for each other in this episode <3. the manager especially isn't good at expressing her feelings so this scene is probably the closest thing to a heartfelt expression of love that she's capable of, and i like to think that the lobby boy knows that

[rahmi-in-the-dark]

...Despite all of our happy memories, one of the most vivid memories I have of Thana and I was when we had an awful fight. I remember her being frustrated. It was about clothing, how little we had, how dirty and tattered and uncomfortable it all was. And all I did, when I saw her holding one of my ripped shirts, was complain. It was uncomfortable to wear. It smelled so awful. We couldn't get the bloodstains out. And seeing her holding it...in that moment, I blamed her. I told her I was tired of everything being this way. I was angry at the world, and I lashed out at her. I snapped about her being older, how she should have been able to find work, how I didn't understand how it could be that hard. How I was angry about the stupid clothes. Something that, looking back, barely mattered. But we hadn't eaten in three days. I was starving. She was starving. We were on the edge.

And I remember...how she threw my shirt down. The sob she let out. It was like an animal in pain. The way she dug her fingers into her forehead. And then how she yelled. No words. And threw herself at me.

We fought. Actually, physically fought. It was mutual. We were mad. We blamed each other. When she jumped at me and clawed at me and screamed, I did the same thing. It felt like we weren't us. We were just...furious.

There was blood. Not a lot of it, but there was. The scrapes and scratches were red and puffy. I bit my tongue when she hit my jaw and tasted copper. I pulled her hair and bit her hand. I remember every single motion so well that I could reenact it down to the smallest detail. The tears in her eyes and mine. Hitting and scraping and yelling until...we just stopped. We burned out. And she collapsed on top of me and put her face in my shoulder, and I dropped my arms down to the floor. And... And then...

And then we laughed together. Because it was so fucked up. Because we both lost it. Because there was nothing else to do but laugh. Because we both realized how...how futile it was. Not just us fighting, but us struggling, us living. How it was breaking us down. How there was nothing we could do. We were crying and laughing. We were just stuck on the floor, scraped up, bruised, bleeding. And my stupid shirt was there. We saw it and just...laughed harder. And harder. And laughed while we cried. It blurred together. The crying and laughing, I couldn't tell which I was doing anymore. It was...we were hysterical. We laughed until we couldn't anymore. Until there was just no breath. Too exhausted.

...I remember that I said something first. Usually Thana was always the one to speak up after an argument and say sorry. That's why I remember it--because I talked before she did.

I asked her what was worse; this, or when the world was burning when the Flock came. When she was on the surface, and I hadn't been born. She said she didn't know. And wasn't that awful, that she couldn't say for sure if the literal apocalypse was worse than our lives now? I told her it wasn't awful.

I asked her when we could give up.

I remember this the most.

I remember how I couldn't see her face. I remember how she barely moved. How she barely breathed. How it had gotten dark in the room. How I only knew she was there because I could feel the weight of her body slack on top of mine.

"Whenever you want, Mimi."

And there was nothing in her voice. I think it was the first time we said the truth out loud. That we weren't going to be okay if we hoped enough. That having each other no matter what wasn't enough to make us fine. That even loving each other, we both knew that love wasn't enough.

We could give up whenever we wanted. Whenever we finally got too tired. Whenever we felt like it, without needing a justification or reason. And it wasn't a wish to die. Just a wish to give up and stop trying.

I was sad. But I was sad with Thana. We were sad together. And it wasn't something that fixed things or made them better. But it was honest. We were finally allowed to be as tired as we felt, with each other. We were tired. We were so, so tired. Tired together. And we didn't say anything more after that. We just eventually got up, and moved to our room, and went to bed. Like always. Like it was normal.

We never talked about what happened that day ever again. I helped her with her cuts, she helped ice my bruises. And that was it. We had other fights, but that one...we never spoke about it, never again.

But I remember it.

[freestyle-crocodile-trashpile]

The reaction of Obanai , mitsuri , shinobu , rengoku and giyuu are fine! It's alright if you just two of them or one though.

I'm sorry for not being specific and thank you for responding ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙

[A/n:You're fine, don't worry, and I took Obanai out since i know nothing about him, sorry. Thank you for requesting]

Summary:You die to save them

Type:Short Scenarios: Mitsuri X GN!Reader: Shinobu X GN!Reader: Rengoku X M!Reader: Giyuu X GN!Reader

Giyuu

He was in denial until he killed the demon

He refused to believe you actually died

He would quite literally go through the four stages of grief right there

And wend i say he was pissed, I mean it

He would get super mad, like start shaking

Then he'd realize the demon is dead so his anger would turn into sadness and he'd collapse onto you

He would cry and scream until the sunrised

Giyuu, would he be more distant

Before the hashiras knew what happened Shinobu teased him about being more distant

And he went off on her, the same day they all learned what happened

For once, Shinobu apologized to Giyuu

Mitsuri

She realized as soon as you didn't respond

She was still fighting the demon, so she turned around for a second and saw you laying dead on the floor

She'd call your name, completely forgetting about the demon you'd become her main concern

She'd throw herself to you no matter how bad it hurts

She wouldn't let go, pulling you onto her lap she'd do everything to see if your awake or not

Mitsuri may be the love hashira, but she had no more love for anything else in that room

She killed that demon in the most brutal way possible. The only love was the love for you, the one who is currently dead

Once the demon was killed, she collapsed by you, and just layed down against you

She would cry into your hoari until the Kakushi arrived and took you away

It was actually a battle for Kakushi to take you, since she wasn't down with you

But once she got back, everyone had heard. She was almost as quiet as Giyuu those couple of weeks she was grieving

Rengoku

He and the demon would be quiet for a second

Since it was Akaza who killed him, you would have collapsed against Rengoku as the demon ran

Rengoku would drop his sword and knees just to hold you

That's the only reason Akaza didn't die right then and there

Rengoku would try everything in his power to save you, pressing against the wound, telling you to control your breathing, everything

But nothing worked. You died in his arms and left him broken and angry

He held you close and tried to keep his composer since Tanjiro, Inosuke, and Zenitsu were around

But he couldn't. They all could see him shaking, and Zenitsu could hear his crys and the quiet words he's was whispering to you

As you died, he would whisper sweet nothingness into your ears to give you some peace

Once he felt you fully go limp, he'd break , he'd start crying heavily, holding onto you like his life depended on it

It broke him, and the other slayers around him, Rengoku couldn't go home that day, he wouldn't be able to take it....

Shinobu

For once, her calm and happy demeter broke

You could see the pissed look, but it was also mixed with sadness

She couldn't bare herself to look at you, but she also couldn't look away

She's stared at your body with so many different emotions

Her heart would break when she fully processed your death

That demon definitely didn't make it out, not for a long shot

That demon was killed particularly instantly

Once she saw its head turn to ash, she sat next to you

Holding your head in her lap, she'd gently brush your hair as tears fell from your eyes

Then she'd wonder, why do the people I love keep dying in my arms?

She'd try to keep her composer, and even try to tease Giyuu again, but she couldn't do either

[A/n:Sorry if this is bad, I'm bad with writing about the death if a loved one 😅. I hope you enjoyed]

[doexoeyes]

Venomed

Summary: What once was a beautiful relationship with Peter, turns quite venomous…

Warnings: Mentions of feeling sick and throwing up. Swearing.

Notes: Ok I rlly love ya’ll, thank you for enjoying the first part of this story. the comments literally make my heart so full & I’d love to continue reading what you think. Thank you for the love & for taking the time to read this, seriously ♡

Part 1 Part 3

Part 2

You wake up the next day with a piercing migraine.

You groan into your pillow before pulling yourself up on the bed, hissing as the ache in your head worsens.

You swear you can hear the veins in your head pulsate, the sound getting louder and louder in your ears. Looking around the room, you realize your vision is getting blurry and you take in another sharp breath, the pain becoming unbearable.

What’s happening? Why are you experiencing what feels like the worst hangover known to man?

You try to relax, try to think about last night, what happened, what could have caused this, but then you remember your anniversary and the Italian restaurant and how Peter broke your heart without a second thought.

Your vision clears up instantly and you find yourself staring at a frame on your night stand displaying a picture of the both of you. Your arms are wrapped around each other, you in mid laughter as Peter is kissing your right cheek.

You don’t intend to do it, you honestly don’t even realize you did it till you did, but you snatch the frame up and chuck it towards your wall, glass shards falling to the ground with a loud crash.

You flinch, completely shocked.

What the…

You slowly get up, eyes focused on the now frameless picture. As you shakily reach towards it, the pain shoots through your head once more and you scream, collapsing to your knees.

It feels like your head is going to explode, the constant pounding of it driving you insane. You feel like you’re dying and at this point you wish you were because the pain is too much. You grab at your head and cry out, mentally praying that it would stop.

“Stop, please stop, please,” you sob, gripping your head desperately.

Then, all of a sudden, all at once, the pain stops.

Like it never even happened.

You gasp, taking in a breath, hand’s falling from your head. You wipe your tears and look down at the picture on the ground again, taking it in your hand.

Your eyes automatically go to Peter and you feel it again, the pain shooting through your head.

You drop the photo and gasp, but it once again goes away as if on cue.

Before you can even process what happened, there’s a deep growl in your stomach and your eyes widen.

You’re really hungry.

Like, the most unbearable hunger in your life and you're up on your feet and rushing towards the kitchen. The takeout container of leftover spaghetti is on the floor, noodles and sauce splattered all around it. You groan, mentally mourning the loss of the delicious pasta, and move to open your fridge, freezer and pantry but to no avail; all you had was a jar of pickled jalapeños, and although you were tempted, you wanted something else.

Your eyes land on an old McDonald’s bag peeking out of the trash.

McDonald’s.

You wanted one of everything.

Stomach growling once more, you change into a pair of sweatpants and an oversized tee and race out of your apartment.

You come back with 6 full bags in your hands and a tray with four different drinks, not even understanding how you're balancing it all, but doing so quite successfully. Your wallet is screaming but you can’t hear it over the animalistic growls of your stomach. You were sure everyone in the building could hear it.

And if they didn’t, you know at least one person did, because in the exact moment you were about to perform a juggling act to get your keys out of your pocket, Peter Parker steps outside his apartment.

“Hey,” he greets, voice soft and cautious.

His hair is disheveled and he looks utterly exhausted.

You begin to feel sadness make its way into your chest, but as quickly as its forming, it disappears completely and is replaced with pure anger.

You see his eyes take in the McDonald’s in your hands and his eyes widen.

“Wow, you’re, uh…..really hungry,” he points out, and just the way he says it annoys you.

“And you’re very perceptive. Is this what you waste your time in college for, Pete?” you spat sarcastically, brows furrowed.

Peter looks taken aback.

He shakes it off after a moment and clears his throat.

“I came out here because I heard a commotion coming from your apartment this morning. I just…I didn’t want to barge in if…”

“What happened to you staying away from me?” you interrupt harshly, eyes glaring daggers at him.

He visibly flinches but you ignore it, choosing to continue on.

“What, was throwing my heart down the sewer last night not enough? You want to do more damage to me? Why don’t you grab a knife and stab me in the chest then, huh? Well come on Parker, I fucking dare you”.

Once again, he’s looking at you as if you threw an ice cold drink on his face. He looks flustered and hurt and confused, and if you’re not mistaken, you can even see just a hint of fear in his eyes, but the anger you feel for him is blinding and you don’t give a shit if your words are hurting him.

“Y-you’re right. I’m sorry, I….”

He doesn’t finish his sentence, just stands there, taking you in silently before turning around and walking back into his apartment, slamming the door shut.

You stare at his door in silence, rolling your eyes. As you entered your apartment, ready to devour the food you were desperate for, Peter remained in front of his door, shaken up by your exchange.

The look you were giving him…the things you said…

It was so unlike you.

He thinks back to when he had broken up with Gwen, how she was clearly upset at him, but never treated him the way you did. Never did she look at him like she…despised him. And yet, that’s exactly how you were looking at him just now.

His chest feels tight, your words replying in his head.

Why don’t you grab a knife and stab me in the chest then, huh? Well come on Parker, I fucking dare you.

There was a darkness in your tone that he was completely unfamiliar with and it sent shivers down his spine.

He has to confess that since he woke up last night screaming your name, his spider senses had been going haywire. And this morning, when he heard the crash from your apartment, he had to practically nail his feet to the ground to keep himself from barging in.

He doesn’t know what’s going on, but what he does know is that didn’t intend to hurt you. The reason he broke up with you was to avoid that, and yet, he’s starting to think it was foolish of him to think that he could.

Maybe it was inevitable for the people he loves most in the world to get hurt.

Maybe your fate was sealed the day he fell in love with you.

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There’s paper bags and empty wrappers stewn all around your room. You’ve eaten absolutely everything and although you were satisfied, once you took the last bite, you were racing to the bathroom to puke.

Once you’re done getting rid of whatever was making you feel so sick, you close your eyes and lean your back on the toilet, taking in deep breaths.

What the fuck was happening to you?

You decide that a nice bath would help calm you down, maybe even control whatever it was that was making you feel so sick. Turning on the faucet, you think about how strange you had been since you woke up.

The pain in your head.

Your intense hunger.

The way you threw the frame at the wall.

How you spoke to Peter.

That one makes you pause.

Why did you say those words to him? Why were you so hostile?

You weren’t going to lie, the breakup made you bitter, and you were very much heartbroken, but at the end of the day you loved Peter and you would never want to hurt him further.

What was happening to you?

You realize the bath is full and turn the water off. Stripping yourself of your clothes, you climb into the tub and sit in the water silently, trying to keep your thoughts quiet.

It’s strange though, because in the emptiness of your mind you can almost hear what you would describe as a muffled voice. You can’t pinpoint what it is, but you swear it’s like someone or something is talking.

You try to ignore it, deciding to lay back and submerge yourself in the water to effectively drown everything out.

It’s when you do that, though, that you hear it.

The voice.

I am Venom. Submit yourself to me.

You gasp in horror, the water forcing itself down your throat.

You immediately sit up, coughing and spewing water out of your mouth. You grip the tub, body shaking as you try to steady yourself.

Just as you're about to process what had just happened, you feel an invisible force violently push you back down into the water.

And the voice speaks once again.

I am Venom. Submit yourself to me. I have chosen you as my host and am near full transformation. Together we will be one.

The voice is deep and menacing and you fight to sit up but you're forced to remain in the water.

The voice repeats the same words and you're pushing your hands up to pull yourself out of the tub but it feels like something is physically keeping you down. You begin to scream, desperate to get yourself up, to keep from hearing the voice, but all it does is cause bubbles to escape from your mouth, water once again pushing in.

You feel the air leaving your body as you use all your strength to escape, water splashing with every frantic attempt as well flooding into your chest and up your nose. It feels like you’re drowning for hours and it’s both terrifying and agonizing, but just as you feel your body giving in to the lack of air, you're suddenly pulled from the water.

You emerge gasping for breath and coughing aggressively, throat burning from the intensity of it. Your vision is blurred but you can tell there’s a figure in front of you, feeling the warmth of their hands on your shoulders and shaking you lightly. You can hear the figure speaking but there’s a ringing in your ear that keeps you from fully understanding.

After a moment of trying to get oxygen back into your body, your vision clears up.

Peter Parker is staring at you with wide, terrified eyes, hands gripping your shoulders as his mouth moves rapidly. Although you can’t hear him, you can tell by the look in his face that he’s concerned and frantic.

As you process the ordeal you just went through, something in you snaps and you let out a heart wrenching sob.

Peter’s eyes widen and he drops whatever he was saying and immediately envelops you in a tight embrace, arms wrapped around you completely.

You cry into his chest as he rocks you back and forth, hands grasping the back of your head, fingers caught in your wet hair. Your hearing slowly comes back and you can hear him whispering soft words of reassurance in your ear.

Something else you hear?

The voice in your head, without the need to be under water.

It says it’s hungry.

And it thinks Peter smells delicious.

[localcactushugger]

Does anyone else ever get sad thinking about the abuse Hawks went through as a kid? Because I keep making myself sad thinking about it.

It's so many different kinds of fucked up that just mixed together and created one huge toxic environment.

#1) The physical abuse.

Right off the bat, Chapter 299 starts with Keigo getting hit by his father for leaving the house. It doesn't actually show Keigo being smacked, instead it shows a panel of their "home". (although it's extremely small and looks more like a broken down shack in a field to me)

But the sound of the "smak" is very much punctuated in the panel, followed by Keigo hunched over with marks on his face:

The marks on his face are prevalent. Even in the smaller panel, Keigo still has a very obvious bruise under his eye and above his eyebrow.

THEN he gets kicked in the side/stomped on for "turning his back" on his father?? (Aka doing nothing. Literally what did he do?? Wtf?):

He's getting smacked and kicked around, but instead of crying or getting upset he just endures. Which brings me to:

#2) The Emotional and verbal abuse. (Strap in cause there's a lot of it.)

Keigo apologizes after his father kicks him for no reason, then he curls up into a ball, clings to his Endeavor plushy, and listens as his own father rants about how much he wishes that Keigo was never born.

^^^^^^^ LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID ASSHOLE. HE'S LITERALLY CLINGING TO HIS PLUSHY FOR COMFORT!! WHY ISN'T ANYONE HUGGING HIM??? CAN I HUG HIM??

Keigo says that he knew his parents were broken, so he endured because he wanted to avoid their fate.

Basically: "I know my parents are broken, but need to endure because I don't want to become broken too."

That's a horrible mindset for a child to have?? He's basically saying that he just needs to take the abuse and hope that he doesn't break because of it?

And I don't know how he wouldn't break from it with the way his parents talk to him, and all the horrible things they say:

The constant screaming/yelling. Like Shit.

"Don't do a damn thing!" " Who did you sell me out too?? You can't fool me!!" "Don't leave this house!" "Don't you dare lie to me!!" "Don't go talking to anyone!!" "You thought you'd get away with it didn't you??"

"How many times have I told you not to turn your back on me??"

"If only that punk was never born I'd be free."

"Why were you even born?" "Why do you even have those wings?"

He's gotten it from both parents. And every time it happens he just hugs his plushy a little tighter.

#3) The neglect.

In pretty much all panels of Keigo's home theres Trash everywhere. If you go back and look at the house there isn't a single panel without some kind of trash in the frame. I see beer bottles, wine bottles, wooden planks, trash bags, newspapers, dirty rags, dirty laundry hanging from the wall & hangers, floor boards coming up, leaks from the top of the walls.

The "house" is barely holding together as it is. It looks like it's about to collapse, and the inside makes you think a tornado ran through it. Nobody is bothering to clean up the mess. In fact the only person who seems to be patching up the house is Keigo. This seems to be a routine for him since he can be seen picking up a wooden plank to fix the wall. Too bad his father kicked him before he could repair the hole 🙃.

Seriously does the "house" even have running water? The windows are broken the walls are made of tin roofing tiles. Does it even have heating or insulation? It's obviously not suitable for a child. I'd be afraid that the roof was gonna fall on me while I was sleeping.

I understand they can't buy a proper home. But it wouldn't be so bad if someone acutely bothered to clean the inside a bit. At least maintain the house so your kid doesn't step on a nail, or glass from a beer bottle. IF A CHILD CAN PATCH UP A WALL SO CAN YOU. WHY IS KEIGO DOING ALL THE WORK?

You people are gonna get rats and bugs. (If you dont have them invading your "house" already)

And that's only the house.

What about Keigo? He doesn't even have shoes. His shirt is torn at the seams. And his parents didn't even notice when he left? Keigo's dad yelled at him for leaving the house and going outside, but was anyone even watching him in the first place? How does your child leave the house and make it halfway to the city before you notice? This little bird looks like he weighs 5 pounds! He's gonna get kidnapped!!

His mom is obviously unstable and she stares at the wall all day. And his dad hates him for existing. So I guess no one was watching him?

His mom also doesn't really seem to care when Keigo gets yelled at, hit, and kicked either. She just kinda stares at the wall. Then when her and Keigo become homeless and start living in a train station she guilt trips him into stealing for her. Like Really??

HE GOT INTO A CAR ACCIDENT TOO! You sent your child out to steal for you and he literally got into a car accident. He managed to save everyone involved but still, are trying to get your son hit by a truck? This is why I have so many mixed feelings about Tomie.

#4) Being held hostage in his own home.

This one is self explanatory. Keigo got hit in the face just for going outside. He was held hostage in his home for so long that he didn't even know heroes existed. And this is a society where heroes are everywhere. I'm sure it was a lonely childhood, kinda hard to make childhood friends when you get beaten just for leaving the house.

#5) Whatever the fuck "rough training" was.

I know we haven't seen Keigos "rough" training yet. Horikoshi only went into a little bit of detail about it when he mentioned that the commission taught Hawks negotiation skills as a kid. And then theres that one image in the Season 4 outro where Keigo has a blindfold on as a child during training.

But I still would like to know more.

Why would you put a child through "rough" training, strip him of his name, and tell him it's all because he's gonna become a "special hero" right after you've pulled him out of an extremely abusive situation. Like, you aren't gonna wait a bit? Preferably until he's a teenager? Not gonna give him therapy or something?

Isn't pulling a child out of an abusive situation and putting them through "rough training" kinda like transfering them from one abusive household to another?

LET THE BOY REST! LET THE KID BE A KID. YOU ONLY HAVE ONE CHILDHOOD AND HE'S ALREADY MISSED OUT ON MOST OF HIS!!

The training can wait.

If you want help him and support his family, do it out of the kindness of your heart and not because you think he'd be a useful hero.

I honestly don't know how this "training" went for Keigo, but considering that he doesn't currently have the best relationship with the HPCS . . . Well I don't know. All I know is that he never really seems too happy around people from the commission. He doesn't seem to agree with any of their ideologies either.

Honestly I just want him to find peace!

Based on what we've seen so far, (*cough* especially from the Todoroki family *cough*) you really shouldn't be training a child to become a hero in the first place. The training can start as a teenager if someone chooses to train.

Look at the way you massacred my boy! Give the kid a break for fucks sake!!

And these are just the early years. Don't get me started on everything else ✋🙄

[ptergwen]

Peter Parker x Avenger Reader/ the reader gets stabbed on a mission and hides it from everyone. But Peter is suspicious and try’s to check. Can it end with angst please?/ if you don’t feel like it then never mind, don’t worry!!! ❤️❤️❤️

you want it to END with angst? well shit this one is gonna hurt.. literally

warnings: mentions of blood and death

“nice job, gang,” tony announces after you all pile on to the jet. “no one’s injured, no one’s dying. most importantly, i have no paperwork to sign.” he pretends to wipe sweat off his forehead. he’s sitting next to steve, who’s in the pilot’s seat. you tense up in your own. “what did i say about teamwork?” steve flashes tony one of his oh so charming smiles. “it’s all we’ve got,” sam answers, biting back a smirk.

“i don’t know about the no injuries thing, mr. stark,” peter murmurs, making your heart beat faster than it already was. has he figured it out already? “what’s that, kid?” tony wonders. he looks at him over his shoulder. “think i got a few cuts back there,” peter replies with a sheepish smile. natasha lets out a sigh. “you’re so brave.” “thanks for sharing your story,” sam adds on.

forcing out a laugh, you scoot the tiniest bit away from peter. he’s still joking around with the team. you’re trying to get out of his embrace, which is a first. his arm is wrapped tightly around your shoulders. too tightly because he’s pressing into your stab wound. it is keeping you from bleeding out, though.

you were the only one to actually get injured during the mission, but you didn’t say anything. you’d be ruining the otherwise successful night, which the team doesn’t get many of. the last person you want to find out is peter. it’s a hard secret not to share when your blood is literally on his hands.

“y/n, you’ve been awfully quiet. cat got your tongue?” tony observes with an eyebrow quirked. “thank god. let it stay that way.” bucky shoots you a wink. sam elbows his side. now that peter thinks about it, you haven’t said a word since the jet took off. “yeah, that’s a little... odd. you okay, baby?” he quietly asks, pulling you back into his side. “i... i’m just...” you wince when he squeezes you.

“i don’t have anything to say, i guess.” you’re giving peter a pained smile. “what’d i say about excuses?” steve chimes in, a knowing tone to his voice. “don’t make them,” natasha finishes for him. “what’s really bothering you, y/n?” “we’re here to listen, whatever it is.” steve glances over at you before putting his eyes back on the sky. “no, really! it’s nothing,” you insist, peter rubbing up and down your arm.

you can feel the blood starting to soak through your suit. he’ll be feeling it any second, too.

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom. tell me what i miss,” you say to everyone. you’re quick getting to your feet. “i’ll go with you,” peter instantly decides. “you can’t!” you put a hand on his chest, effectively holding him back. “it’s... period stuff. that’s what’s bothering me, guys.” “there it is,” sam chuckles. “i can see that,” bucky agrees. natasha rolls her eyes at both of them.

“you know i don’t care about any of that,” peter scoffs and laces your fingers together. “can’t scare me off so easy.” if you weren’t lying and bleeding in other places, that would have been sweet. “it’s fine, pete. just stay here, okay?” you bite your lip as a wave of pain shoots through you. tony takes note of that. “ok. call me if you need anything?” peter raises both eyebrows for emphasis. “i will. alright, um... bye.”

with that, you scurry off to the bathroom. you stumble on the way there and grab on to your shoulder. that doesn’t go unnoticed by the team.

“i don’t think she’s fine,” bucky concludes after a minute. natasha laughs in disbelief. “of course she’s not! her uterus is-“ “not that!” he squeezes his eyes shut at the image she almost painted. “he’s right, kid was acting pretty weird. weirder than usual.” sam shares a look with tony. “go check on her, parker,” tony gently requests, steve frowning. peter exhales a breath he’s been holding. “yeah, i’m on it.”

you free your right arm from your suit as soon as you get to the bathroom. it’s where the wound is, and it’s really bad. blood is dripping down from your shoulder to your arm, sticking to the rest of the suit. it gets in fly away pieces of hair when you look for the source. your eyes flood with tears, lip once again between your teeth. your heart is beating so fast that if you don’t die from this, it’ll be from cardiac arrest.

you’re attempting to clean up your wound with water and toilet paper, muffled whimpers escaping you. you have no idea what you’re supposed to do, but it’s definitely not this. it stings so bad every time you touch it. silent tears fall down your face while you continue taking care of yourself the best you can.

a sudden knock at the door makes you jump. “y/n?” peter speaks sternly, like he knows what’s going on in there. he doesn’t. he’s just worried about you. “y/n, it���s me. can i come in?” “what? no!” you yell, still holding the crumbling toilet paper to your wound. “i need... i- i really need some privacy. please.” your voice becomes a sob at the end. peter only grows more concerned.

“baby, what’s wrong? it’s gotta be more than your-“ a loud thud coming from the bathroom cuts him off. “what was that?” he’s already reaching for the doorknob. “nothing. i...” you don’t even try to lie this time. you can’t. “i’m coming in.” peter warns you, throwing the door open without another protest. his whole world collapses at what he sees.

curled up in a ball on the floor is you, with your suit half off and blood everywhere. you’re shivering, crying, desperately clutching at your shoulder. you were just sitting right next to him, in his arms. how could he not have realized?

“oh my god,” peter breathes, getting on to his knees in front of you. “when- when did you... what happened? how long have you been-“ he can barely form one sentence. he’s in so much shock, and so fucking scared. “during the mission,” you respond in a sniffle. “someone had a- a knife or something. they stabbed me.”

peter presses both his hands to your open wound, frantically searching for your eyes. “fuck...” his voice cracks. “why didn’t you tell me, y/n?” he’s whispering, moving closer to you, face inches from yours. “because you...” before you can finish, your eyes start rolling back. “no, no, no!” peter takes one hand off your shoulder and brings it to your chin.

“stay with me, y/n. you can’t... you can’t go yet. don’t do this,” he cries out, his own face now coated in tears. his fingers grabbing at your chin force you to look at him. “it hurts so bad, peter,” you whimper. your eyes are void of color when they finally meet his. “i know, baby. i know.” peter blinks hard, his hand moving to cup your cheek.

“i didn’t want you to worry,” you start, peter caressing your skin softly. he has to bite down on his tongue to keep from screaming. “or add to the list of people you lost. seems like i’m doing it right now, though.” a sad smile crosses your features. “no... don’t say that.” he furiously shakes his head, thumb smoothing over your cheek.

“you’re gonna be fine, y/n. i’ll get mr. stark, and- and he’ll know what to do,” peter tries to convince you both. you’re not buying it. “what if it’s too late?” you croak. “it’s not. we’re gonna be okay, okay?” he leans down to kiss your forehead, his lips lingering for a few seconds. “i’ll get him now. be right back, y/n/n.”

peter’s hands leave you slowly. he replaces his one on your shoulder with your own. “you’re not going anywhere,” he assures you once more, you giving him a stiff nod. he’s rushing back to inform the team of your condition just like that. your eyes fight to stay open again. you let them close, the pain too much to handle.

“i’ll always be with you.”

[shurelyasreverie]

Ghsgfhf sorry idk valorant, but if you like could you do smth for yone? Maybe when he's all azakana-ified and goes to see reader? Thx :-D

No problem! Sorry for the unexpected semi-hiatus, if you wanna know why I just disappeared I can only best explain it here. Thank you so much for your patience!!

Yone x Reader: Spirit Fighter

The invasion of Noxus created the perfect breeding grounds for the azakana to prey on Ionia's fallen warriors. In your darkest time, who will save you from your own demons?

Word Count: 1373

Warning: Violence and mentions of death

In your time as a blade wielder from one of Ionia's most reputable sword schools, you had fought many demons. You learnt that they took all sorts of shapes and sizes. You fought the lowly criminals that preyed on the weak, you fought demons in the most literal sense of the word that dared step foot out of the spirit realm. You fought the demons that came as Noxians that tore your beautiful village and comrades to shreds.

But you never thought that you would fight demons of your own.

Your back slammed into a wall, the back of your head also hitting it, the pain making you both numb and delirious. Collapsing to the floor, you heard the faint clatter of your blade as it fell from your grip. Trying to haul yourself up, you were pushed down by the crushing weight of a demon, it's talons digging into your shoulders and slowly piercing your clothes and skin. You didn't have the energy to scream. You freed your head, angling up so you could see the distorted silhouette of your azakana through your blurred vision.

You feebly struggled as you lost feeling in your body. Your energy was being drained out of you, the azakana eating the very essence of your soul. You willed your body to keep moving, yet you couldn't sense if it was. You fought against the whispers of the demons as it recited your regrets and insecurities, it had your soul in your clutches, it saw everything you saw for the past weeks. It saw the bloodshed as you clashed against invading Noxians, the bloodied body of your fallen elder, the glazed eyes of your fallen comrades. But it also knew what you felt. It felt your regret of being unable to do more, the regret of being unable to protect your lover from his own demise, the yearning to see your lover again. You couldn't protect any of them and the demon amplified the pain.

You only had enough energy for one last sign of life. As you struggled to even breathe, you choked out a sob as you closed your eyes, succumbing to the darkness, only hearing the cackle of the demon.

Silence. Nothingness. Oblivion. Was this what awaited a soul that wasted away to an azakana?

A piercing screech stirred you awake, followed by a desperate cry to your name. Every muscle holding a heaviness that made you unable to even open your eyes, you could only listen and feel. Feel the warmth of your own blood staining your clothes, listen to the cries of pain from the demon. You could hear the faint slashes of a blade as it cut through the air before cutting through flesh. With every demonic scream, strength was returning to you. First, you could open your eyes, with the second you could breathe as comfortably as your injured self could. Third, you were hauling your tired body back onto your knees.

You could take a look at your saviour, a lean figure that cut down your azakana. He adorned a blood red mask that obscured his face but with his dual-wielding blades, you knew only one who could fight like that. You've sparred against it for years, a style that made your weak heart soar.

“Yone,” you croaked, the constricting feeling around your heart finally lifting. In response, the masked man snapped his head to you, nonchalantly driving his blades behind him into the demon.

The azakana collapsed to the ground. Yone hurried to your side, picking up your fallen blade and pressing it's handle into your palm. Your fingers instinctively wrapped around it.

“Only you can slay your own inner demon,” he stated, breathing quick and words hurried. You looked over his shoulder to see the azakana, it's torso noticeably rising and falling as it breathed. A bandaged arm wrapped around your back to usher you to the demon and to also support you as you staggered. Step by step, he guided you to the amalgamation of your suffering, a dark, writhing mess on the ground. His hand was over yours, holding your blade with you, offering you his strength. Despite how cold his presence felt, it was comforting as you drove your blade into the heart of the monster.

When the demon stilled, Yone guided the blade back to be sheathed by your hip before gently turning you to face him. His hands were now on your shoulders, gentle enough to not provoke your injuries but tight enough to be sure that it was indeed Yone before you.

He spoke your name quietly, bringing a hand up to wipe tears you hadn't realised had fallen. A wave of exhaustion overwhelmed you and you fell forward, collapsing onto his chest which he readily accepted, arms comfortingly around you.

“We thought you had died,” you whimpered. You felt his lips pressed against your cheek, then more kisses up to the crown of your head, his mask nudging against your temple. He felt changed, colder, holding a quiet strength a normal mortal wouldn't. But he also felt so familiar, how nurturing his hold felt, how you felt so protected despite being inches away from death a mere moment ago.

“I did,” he replied, you were surprised he even heard you. “But my duty to protect this land is not over. It will take more than death to take me away from the material world. Away from you.”

You pulled your arm up, tentatively reaching for his mask. You wanted to see his full face again, in all his glory. But his eyes widened, tilting his head down in shame when he realised what you were trying to do.

“It won't come off,” he said bitterly. “It is the work of the azakana. This realm is becoming rife with them.”

You felt his hands trace over your injured back and he grimaced. “An azakana's strength relies on pain and sadness... the invasion of Noxians makes it ideal for the demons. These days have been cruel to you.”

“Ever since you left,” you admitted. “The village is in shambles. It was so hard...”

Adrenaline was leaving your body, leaving you aching and your wounds stinging. You couldn't help but lean into him more, reassured by his heartbeat in your ear, the rough material of his bandages against your skin. His arms were tightening around you, almost lifting you up.

“We must get your wounds treated,” he stated. “Then you should return to the sword school and rest.”

“Where will you go?”

“I must slay the demons,” Yone muttered. “Every last one of them before they harm anymore innocent souls.”

A hand tilted your head up to face him as he searched your features. Through the mask you could see how solemn his expression was, almost distant. He pressed you closer to him, feeling his muscles tense. “Victims of the azakana suffer a fate worse than death. If I was any later to find you I would've-”

“But you weren't,” you reassured. “You saved me.”

“And I'll do it as many times as I must,” Yone replied. “For you and Ionia.”

“You don't honestly expect to do that all yourself. Take down all the azakana? Let me help you,” you volunteered.

“With those wounds?” Yone sounded almost angry.

“These wounds are temporary. When they're healed, I want to be by your side.”

Yone was silent, the only sounds being your footsteps. As much as it was your duty to protect Ionia, the way his lips were slightly curved down displayed his reluctance for you to take your duty so seriously.

The wind picked up and Yone straightened, his head taut like a hound detecting a threat. You wondered if your lover, changed by the demon mask, was able to sense the azakana, if he was connected to them. His gaze was distant for a moment, until you took his hand and squeezed. He dropped his head to look back at you, his face softening. “Two humans against an entire race of demons. The odds are stacked against us, but I'll willing to take them if it's with you.”

[dysfunctionalcrab]

breaking point

pairing: karl jacobs x reader

pronouns: gender neutral

description: karl can’t get over your death.

warnings: pure angst. readers death, description of illness, description of a breakdown.

note: sorry about this fluff lovers. honestly i feel like if karl was getting over somebodys death he would just have breakdowns :/

-> also this is literally just a way to improve my angst writing.

one month.

a month without waking up every morning and seeing your face. a month without hearing your voice.

of course he knew, he knew you were sick. it would be selfish of him to tell himself that you weren’t. that you weren’t in pain every single day. he watched you get up from bed in the middle of the night, rushing to the bathroom and empty out last nights dinner into the toilet. he sat beside you, rubbing your back and telling you everything was going to be okay. you tried your best to believe it, so desperately did you want to believe him

but even karl himself couldn’t believe it.

day by day he watched you get worse, the hope that glistened in your eyes slowly started to fade away. you became pale, the bags under your eyes were becoming more prominent. you were just so tired

you were tired of everyone telling you were going to be fine, because you obviously weren’t. you knew that eventually you’d have to say goodbye to everyone, and leave everybody you loved.

it got to a point that you couldn’t even open up a jam jar. your frail arms couldn’t twist the lid no matter how hard you tried.

you felt like a burden to everyone, you weren’t that cheerful person you were once before. you felt more like a villain. someone who was ruining everybody’s day by just being present.

you weren’t scared of dying anymore, you were scared of living and continuing to suffer the way you were.

so, when you laid in the hospital bed, surrounded by all your loved ones. you felt tranquility. it made you happy that you knew none of these people would have to worry about you anymore.

your vision was becoming blurry, you could barely recognise anybody’s faces anymore. you didn’t want to cry, you didn’t want everybody’s last memory of you to be an image of your tear stained face. instead you smiled at them, karl held your left hand and your mother held your right, you squeezed their hands as tightly as you could, telling them how much you loved them.

your grip eventually loosed, as you took your last breath. you were unresponsive, and everybody was looking at nothing but the whites of your eyes.

-

your funeral hit him even harder.

karl felt so empty inside. all the happiness was drained out of him. he kept trying to tell himself this wasn’t real, and you weren’t gone. but how could he when he was standing right in front of your grave?

he watched your coffin lower down. all attention turned to your mother. as the coffin sunk deeper into the ground, she collapsed onto the floor, an agonising scream erupting from her. people ran to pull her away, but she refused to let them bury you.

karl walked away. he didn’t want to watch this. this isn’t what you would’ve wanted. you wanted nothing but everybody to be happy

but he couldn’t be, not when he was constantly reminded of you every single. those memories were now making him sad. he would drive past target just to be reminded of your late night trips. when he would see your favourite candy he would be reminded of your awful sweet tooth you constantly complained about, and how he would scold you for eating too many.

“but they taste so good!” you would defend yourself. your voice rang in his ears.

-

in the first two weeks he would cry himself to sleep every day. his pillow was always soaking from the waterfall of tears. he would grab another pillow from the living room, and spray it in your favourite perfume, and would cuddle it, pretending he was cuddling you, all while taking in your scent.

one night, he jolted awake with a gasp. his forehead was covered in beads of sweat and his breath was shaky and uneven. it was a nightmare. they had become much more frequent since your death.

karl reached his arm out to the pillow beside him, looking for some comfort and warmth.

but he forgot you weren’t there anymore.

he wished that you would just materialise from beneath his fingers and hold his hand. he wished to have you here and have you run your hands through his hair and shush him back to sleep.

karl swallowed the lump in his throat, forcing himself to close his eyes and fall back asleep.

-

he didn’t like socialising with others now.

yes, he loved his friends, he wouldn’t give them up for the world. he felt so helpless when they saw him. they all gave him this identical look filled with pity. whenever they saw him and they’d always ask him ‘how are you feeling today?’

he was so sick of that question.

when he logged on discord with the boys, they treated him differently, like he was glass, and was about to shatter any moment.

he hated feeling so weak.

in the third week, his family suggested talking to your family. maybe they both could slowly heal by talking about the positive aspects of your life.

he despised the idea at first, but after coming round to your old house, sitting down and talking to your parents. he found himself smiling for the first time in ages, as he ran his fingers over a baby picture of you.

visits to your parents became much more regular, they were much closer. karl felt a sense of pride, because he knew it’s what you would’ve wanted.

-

four weeks. one month. time was passing by slowly but thankfully it was giving him time to grieve, and time to reflect. he felt like the hole in his heart was very slowly starting to repair itself

music was playing from his phone on spotify, karl was boiling a pot of water for his pasta. when it was hot enough, he threw in his pasta and let it cook. karl sat down and started scrolling through instagram, the music still playing.

he lightly chuckled at a funny meme he read. he went to send it to alex.

the grin on his face disappeared when he realised his finger was hovering over your username.

he wished he could send it to you. his mind started drifting to you all over again.

when the pasta was finally done. karl felt his stomach rumble and he was glad he would finally get some food in his system. he prepared the table, and poured a glass of juice for himself too.

the music changed to one of his favourite songs, he started singing along to it, his body swaying slightly as he turned around with the pot to pour it onto the plate, ready to eat it. only then did he realise his mistake.

he set out two plates.

two forks.

two glasses.

one for him.

and for you

karl gnawed at his lip. he stared at the second set of cutlery like it was an intruder. his lips started to tremble, and without realising, he dropped the pot.

the loud clash against the tile floor brought him back to reality. immediately, he bent down to pick up his mess, but it was all pushing him over the edge.

this was his breaking point

he angrily threw the pot back onto the floor, while the most gut-wrenching scream left his body.

he rested against the door of the oven, his head leaned uncomfortably against the handle. sobs ripped from his throat. his voice was starting to feel scratchy. karl rocked back and forth, his head banging the handle each time, causing his head to get dizzier and dizzier until he almost felt nauseous.

his hands were tugging at his hair as he buried his face into his knees. he knew he had lost control of himself. another wave of tears emerged.

he tried to calm himself, he tried to steady himself. karl was mumbling out loud as his body was quaking, but every few seconds it would be interrupted by a few guttural sounds. sounds of pain and anguish melded together.

“why would you leave me?” he cried, his voice breaking.

karl wasn’t healing like he thought.

you were the other half that made him whole.

and you were mercilessly ripped away from him

he just didn’t know how he could go on living without you.

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masterlist

[choco-exe]

the one where tsukishima and sakusa go too far with teasing their crush

anonymous asks:  Hiiiiii I LOVE ur writing, and I was wondering if I could request the haikyuu boys (whoever u think fits best) who constantly tease (borderline insult) their crush, who one day just breaks down from their harsh words and say to them something along the lines of “why do you hate me?”, and how the the haikyuu boys react to that. If possible, end with something fluffy 🥺? (Like a confession) TYSMMM ❤️❤️

a/n: hello! aww im glad you do :D wait i just realized you said to have the boys react to their crush saying why do you hate me- fuuuuu- ahem please forgive me for not reading the ask correctly ;w; i hope you still enjoy, nevertheless! and why did i write these long-

tw: mentions of self hate, kind of toxic behavior from sakusa

𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊 . . .  🖉

  ☾ he’s gonna be meaner the more he likes you   ☾ like if he’s only realized he developed a crush on you, he’d treat you the same, but if it’s been weeks and you haven’t picked up the hint, he’s gonna be treating you like trash   ☾ you find him staring down at you with a dead eye stare   ☾ “what’s up, kei?” “you’re so short you look like a toddler” “..i’m the average height for a high schooler though-”   ☾ his comments about your height never got to you, but then he started to target other regions of yourself   ☾ like he’d give a rude remark about a low score you got on the quiz, or how you always look dead inside well he isn’t wrong   ☾ whenever he said something negative about you, you just shot back a counter and brushed it off   ☾ after a month of this going on, though, his words started to sting a bit   ☾ “hey kei-” “can’t you stay quiet for one second? it’s like you blab out words every chance you get”   ☾ imagine your surprise, since it was unusual of him to comment about you talking   ☾ and one of your biggest insecurities is being annoying to others; you knew you tend to ramble about things, and a nagging voice in the back of your mind was always telling you about how people around you would get fed up with it   ☾ did tsukki mean to say it like that? of course not; he was meaning to have a bit of humor in his statement   ☾ he just said it in such an annoyed tone and way that it made it seem like he was bothered by you talking   ☾ “..sorry, kei. my mind wandered for a bit..”   ☾ you figured that he just had a bad day, and you were over it after a full night of sleep i could really use that   ☾ the voice inside your head grew louder, however, and tsukishima’s comments didn’t help at all   ☾ “stop bothering me about the homework; cant you see i’m busy? ugh, fine, take my notes if you’re that stupid-”   ☾ “if you want attention, listen to this playlist. it should satisfy your longing for voices; i need to study for a test now”   ☾ it got to the point where your mind was yelling at you about being a nuisance, and the final piece you needed to break just so happened to be during a practice match..

“You did great, blocking them all, Tsukki!” You exclaimed, flashing him a grin as you pass him his water bottle and towel. In all honesty, you were forcing your smile so hard, it began to hurt your jaw. “I could’ve blocked better if someone wasn’t screaming the whole time,” the middle blocker said, wiping sweat off his forehead. You had been passing out water bottles to the other players, but you stopped dead in your tracks when his words hit your ears. “Y/N-chan..?” Shimizu asked worriedly, eyeing your expression that Tsukishima couldn’t see. The said blonde took off his goggled to switch them out with his regular glasses. “It was just a practice match; getting hyped up wasn’t exactly the brightest idea your mind conjured up.” Putting his glasses on after wiping the lenses, he looked down at you to see your tear ducts brimming with your sadness. “..huh..?” You touched your face as a tear slid down your cheek. The other club members looked at you in concern. “Ah- don’t worry, everyone..” You wave your hands frantically as Daichi and Sugawara stare disapprovingly at Tsukishima. “It’s nothing to worry about. I’m just gonna.. step outside for a bit.” You forced another smile out onto your face, then quickly scampered out of the gym. The silence was so thick, you could slice it with a sword. Four-Eyes clearly didn’t expect you to be that emotional over his statement, as his face was filled with a small mixture of concern and confusion. He ran after you, shoving his things in his hands to Yamaguchi and leaving the rest of the team shocked into standing still. You had fled to a nearby bench, where you collapsed onto and shoved your face into your hands, desperately trying to stop your tears from shedding. How stupid, you thought. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Look what you did; you made the team worry about you, and they’re all going to resent you the moment they find out the reason behind your crying. “Y/N.” Jolted out of your thoughts, you looked up to find Tsukishima staring down at you with an unreadable expression. Almost immediately, your face became flooded with streams of tears. You quickly looked down at your lap, fidgeting with your hands. “I-I’m sorry for talking so much, Tsukki, I’ll try to keep my thoughts to myself-” “Shut up, Y/N.” He interrupted. You sighed and calmed your breathing. “This is what I’m talking about, Tsukishima.” You muttered, putting your face in your hands once again. “I’m just a pest to everyone; anyone I encounter will automatically hate me-” “Stop insulting yourself, dammit.” The middle blocker clenched his fists in anger. “You aren’t a nuisance, and you most definitely aren’t one to be hated on- I know I can be a bit of an asshole sometimes, but did it really affect you that much-” You slowly took your face out of your hands to see the blonde crouching, staring up at you. “'Did it really affect you that much?’ What do you think?! God, it really seems like you don’t consider my feelings at all, Tsukishima! I’ve been suspecting that you hate me, but why-?!” Said boy quickly clasped your hands in his, surprising you greatly. His usual expressionless face was morphed into one in a slight panic. “It’s because I like you, idiot!” Taking a moment to process his words, your whole face flushed a scarlet-red. “What?” The tips of Tsukishima’s ears were dusted with a soft coral-pink hue. “You heard me. I won’t repeat myself.” He averted his eyes from yours, squeezing your hands in nervousness. “I-” You were internally melting inside; who would’ve thought the salty beanpole would like someone like you? “But you would always push me to the side! Telling me you were busy and such!” Tsukishima stared at you like you were the biggest dumbass in the world. “I gave you my notes because I knew you didn’t have the energy to take them in class, and the playlist was a collection of songs I thought would suit you. Are you that dense?” “Who are you calling dense?!” You replied hastily. “And for your information, I haven’t given you my answer yet! Let go of my hands, and I’ll tell you, okay?” The middle blocker leaned in close to your face with his dead eye gaze. “It’s an agreement or disagreement, Y/N. What is your response?” You leaned back into the bench, but Tsukishima followed with your movements. “Um- I-” Your words crossed with each other, the lack of personal space making your head spin. “Yes?” Satisfied, the lamppost removed his hands from yours and flicked your forehead. “Simple as that, shortcake. If you want to freeze to death outside, that’s fine by me.” He began to walk back to the gym. “Wha- I’m not short!” You exclaimed, running after the four-eyes. “Also, I’m not the one who’s been sweating profusely for the past hour, so speak for yourself!” Tsukishima gently smiled as he heard you rapidly firing back at his comment. Looks like she’s back to her usual self. 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚞𝚜𝚊 . . .  🖉

  ✤ obviously he’s gonna be commenting about your hygiene 24/7   ✤ the fact that he’s developed a crush on you doesn’t help, either; it means that you should be extra clean if he were to date you   ✤ and of course he has to remind you almost every hour of the day; whether it be by text or in person   ✤ now, you didn’t mind him checking up on you every couple of days, but every hour??   ✤ you’re convinced that sakusa has had some sort of trauma in the past, fighting with germs ever since he was a child okay not really.. unless?   ✤ he doesn’t even do this to the other people he’s acquainted with; you’ve asked koromi about it, and he says sakusa just sprays him with holy water a disinfecting solution    ✤ now you’re confused as to why you’re getting special treatment from him, when you two aren’t as close as him and his cousin   ✤ so you personally went to his class to ask him about it   ✤ “hey kiyoomi, why do you remind me to be clean every hour that you’re awake?” “because you shouldn’t have a single germ on you.” “but it’s literally the same message every time; at least make it seem more interesting” “cleaning yourself should be simple, not complicated”   ✤ you got fed up with it as another week went by, which is understandable, since this clean freak was spamming your phone hour after hour without missing a single text   ✤ the fact that sakusa was willing to put effort into reminding you about your hygiene was kind of sweet, but the same message every. single. damn. time. was annoying you like hell   ✤ and when you tell him to stop and that you already know how to get rid of germs, he gave you a disgusted look   ✤ this had to be one of the most nasty expressions he had ever made, because you stood paralyzed to the floor   ✤ “i have been reminding you for your own good, y/n. why don’t you just appreciate what i do for you, instead of complain about it?”   ✤ your mouth stayed shut, your tongue feeling as though it was glued to the top of your mouth   ✤ “don’t mention anything like this again”   ✤ you meekly nodded, and he strolled out the classroom   ✤ the moment he was gone, you collapsed onto the floor out of fear, shivering as you replayed the scene again and again in your head   ✤ the main question that circled your head was: why was he acting so controlling?   ✤ the night after, you texted sakusa, and asked him to meet up with you at your favorite spot   ✤ surprisingly, he complied. and you were waiting for awhile by the time he got there..

“Sakusa, hi!” You greeted your friend with a small but warm smile. The ace frowned; it was unlike you to call him by his last name. In fact, it had been months since you’ve said his name with such coldness in your voice. “..why did you call me out here?” He questioned in a low tone. Your eyes grew dark as you thought about what to say to him. “I wanted to talk to you about what happened yesterday. I feel as though we need to.” Sakusa’s own eyes narrowed as you spoke each word. “Are you still going to complain about my reminders to you?” Shaking your head, you stared at your feet while hugging your arms to your chest. “Of course not, I heard what you told me to do. I just.. wanted to know why you got so angry, is all.” The jet-black haired boy stared down at you, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to remember what specifically happened the day before. “I don’t know what you’re remembering, Y/N, but I wasn’t angry in the slightest. Are you sure you aren’t thinking of another memory of yours?” Your head snaps up when he said that he wasn’t angry. “Yes, I’m very sure.” You firmly say. “Maybe you don’t think you seemed angry, but you were downright furious. It was.. kind of terrifying.” “Are you saying I was out of control yesterday?” “No, just..” You subconsciously hugged your arms tighter to your body, trying to make yourself as small as possible. “..intimidating.” Sakusa tilted his head, his eyes narrowing. You found him intimidating? Just from a little conversation that happened because of you’re questioning ways? “I’m tired, and I’m sure you are, too,” you continued, not catching on that your friend was becoming annoyed with your talking. “Which is why I want to end this quickly. Sakusa, I have a life, too. As much as I appreciate what you do for me, I can take care of myself without your help-” “You’re repeating the same words you stated yesterday, just in different phrasing.” The germaphobe harshly cut in. “I said this once, but I will say it again, for your sake. I am doing this for your own good-” “-and I know what’s good for me and what isn’t, Sakusa!” You exclaimed, your arms no longer crossed. “I can make my own decisions! I’m not some dumb little kid you have to look after-” “Y/N-” “-so just drop this already! It doesn’t help anyone; it doesn’t help me, it doesn’t help you-” “Y/N.” Sakusa lost all patience. He towered over you, his hands clenched tightly into fists. You slightly shrink at his actions, your arms up in defense. The ace didn’t seem to notice your fear as he took a step forward. “You are crawling with so many germs, I can practically see them all over you. You are in no condition to be deciding on your hygiene, when you can’t even rid of the many dirt particles covering your skin.” He took another step forward, and you step back, unsure of what to do. Sakusa broke out of his anger when he heard a slight sob leave your lips. “Why do you hate me so much, Sakusa?!” You asked, pain laced into your voice. “I’m perfectly capable of not being dirty, can’t you see?! Why can’t you just leave me alone-” You used your sleeves to start wiping the tears away, although they doubled to replace the ones you removed. The ace hesitantly enveloped you in a hug, making you break down even more. “Sakusa- no- you’re gonna get germs on you-” You stammered, resisting the temptation to bury your face into his chest. “..I made you cry. I need to pay the consequences.” Said boy murmured, rubbing shapes onto your back. You continued to cry for a good 5 minutes, before slowly pushing him away. “..thank you.” You sniffled. “I know consequences has nothing to do with that. Why did you-?” “I like you, Y/N.” He cut you off, making your eyes widen. “The reason why I’d been constantly reminding you to wash up is because I thought I should date someone who was clean to the touch. That was wrong of me, so very wrong. I apologize, and it’s fine if you reject-” You shut him up with a kiss to his mask. “Are you traumatized yet?” You asked, trying to crack a smile. “That’s my revenge from yesterday.” Sakusa blinked multiple times before realizing what you did. “..I guess I deserved that. So is that a yes..?” You broke out into a beautiful, radiant smile this time, the moonlight making you glow even more than you already were. “Of course, Kiyoomi!”

[coffee-and-quill]

Birthday Wishes Pt. 2

Stucky x Reader: You have been feeling neglected lately, but Bucky and Steve promised they would be there for your birthday. When they don’t show up, you are left feeling broken, and they are left wondering how they will every make it up to you

Authors Note: It took a long time to figure out how I wanted to end this. Relationships are hard, they are constant work and give/take. It takes communication and understanding for all parties to feel heard and loved. I hope y’all enjoy, and please let me know if there’s anything else you would like to see from me!

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It had been three weeks since Steve had seen you, talked to you, held you in his arms. Three weeks of radio silence, and it was killing him. He and Bucky had gone to your parent’s house the morning after they discovered you were missing. As if they weren’t feeling awful enough, the icy look your mother had given them so different from the warm, caring smile they were used to, sent shockwaves through their chests. Steve had begged to talk to you, but your mother had told them that you had left early that morning. You were going somewhere they couldn’t find you or bother you. When Bucky had tried to get more information, she had slammed the door in their faces.

              It took two more days of searching and desperation to figure out that Tony had helped you go completely off grid. “It’s not my place to tell you where she is, you shouldn’t have fucked up this bad,” the billionaire had told them when they tried to force your location out of him. He wasn’t wrong, and that set a heavy weight on their chests like nothing they had never felt before.

              Steve tried to go back to work, but every time he tried to buckle down and focus, or to accept a mission, he thought of your face. What if you wanted to talk to them? What if you came back and he was so caught up in his work again that he lost you for good? He might have already lost you, and the thought alone was enough to bring him to his knees gasping for breath. He felt small, smaller than he’d ever felt in his life. He would take being a sickly, scrawny kid in the 40s over these feelings any day. It got to the point where Fury told him to go home and not come back until his head was in the game again. “At this rate,” the director had grumbled, “You’re likely to get yourself or someone else seriously hurt if you continue as you are.” Steve didn’t argue. Instead, he slumped home, collapsed on the couch, and sobbed. Pain and heartbreak were the only things he knew anymore.

              Bucky was no better. After the acceptance that there was no finding you until you wanted to be found, the former assassin completely shut down. He barely ate and never slept anymore. How could he when there was the constant reminder that you were no longer in his life, no longer snuggled safely between Steve and him. The nightmares came back full force. He had almost forgotten what it was like to wake up screaming in a cold sweat. Now, instead of visuals of Hydra and the chair, and the blood and death that followed him like a storm, he had nightmare of you telling him you were done with him. You told him with a stone face that you’d never loved him, that you could never love a murderer, and you left with him begging and screaming on the floor. During the day he stayed in bed. He felt useless and weak, so, so weak. He was used to suffering, used to the constant weight of guilt on his chest. But this, this feeling, this guilt was far worse. People are constantly telling him that his actions as the Winter Soldier were not his fault, but this was all on him. There was no scapegoat, no evil organizations pulling the strings, no excuses, no one else to blame but himself. He was the reason you were gone, and it was destroying him.

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                Three weeks, and you were feeling like absolute shit. You barely slept, ate only what you could unwrap in seconds, and you’re pretty sure you haven’t showered in at least a week. You couldn’t tell what day it was; time seemed to slip and slide together in a meaningless fuzz in your mind. Most days found you on the small couch of the cabin Tony had so graciously offered you, the TV on a low hum in the background playing some sort of celebrity reality program. Not that you really cared. Nothing really held your interest for long anyway. Your thoughts were stuck back in your apartment with your boys. You kept replaying the better times over and over, trying to figure out where you went wrong.

Back when you first got together, Steve and Bucky had been so sweet, so shy when bringing up the idea, so afraid that you would turn them away and they would lose the best thing that had happened to them since they were reunited. When you told them you wanted to give it a try, they had been ecstatic. Their excitement was infectious, buzzing around you like two overenergized puppies who had just been given the best treats of their lives. Those first few months had been blissful, none of you willing to be parted from the other longer than a day or so. You went on dates, ate crappy Chinese food together, snuggled up to each other on the cold nights.

You were crying again thinking about those times. You missed being with your boys more than ever, missed the connection and the feeling of safety and security. You missed the two people who knew you better than you could ever know yourself. You had been stuck on a loop for the past three weeks. Where did it go wrong? When did it happen and how did you not notice? Was it you? God, if you could only talk to them. You had so many questions, so many concerns. Mostly, however, you just wanted a hug. You just wanted to be held between your Stevie and your Bucky and you wanted to feel loved.

It had been around midday, after shoving down a lukewarm hot pocket, that you heard the front door of the cabin click open.

“Damn,” came the snarky voice of Tony Stark, “You look worse than I did after that one Easter party I threw.” Even through the fog in your brain, you couldn’t help but smile.

“That was your own fault, Stark,” you sassed, “Who the hell takes that many tequila shots at a brunch party?”

The billionaire scoffed. “Obviously you have no sense of danger, babe.” You flipped him the finger. “So,” he said, lifting your feet up so he could make himself comfortable on the cushy couch, “It’s obvious to me and to literally everyone else that something went on between you and the two super stooges back home. And by the way they have been moping around the tower and by the grease buildup in Barnes’ hair, they are fairing about as well as you.”

Your ears perked up at the information. You should feel satisfied that Steve and Bucky were feeling miserable for what they did. You should feel relieved that they are getting a taste of what they put you through. Instead, you just felt your heart sink into your stomach. No matter how angry you were at them, you could never stand the thought of them in pain.

“I’m not saying the two don’t deserve it,” Tony continued, “I’m just saying that if your going to make them suffer, at least do it in a way that you aren’t suffering as well.”

“I don’t want to make them suffer,” came you soft reply.

“No?”

“I was hurt.” The tears that had been gathering in your eye dripped down your face at your watery tone. “I was hurt, and angry, and I just felt like I had to run to escape those feelings, so I came here. But the longer I stayed, the less hurt and angry I felt. And then the sadness and loneliness came and I felt like I was drowning, and all I wanted was to be back with them. But I had already stayed away for so long. What if they don’t want me anymore? Or they think we can fix things? What if they realize they aren’t willing to try, Tony? I don’t think I could handle that.”

Tony scrubbed his hand over his face and let out a huge breath. “I can’t answer those questions for you, sweetheart. Lord knows if I could take the pain away, I would. But nothing is going to happen with you sitting here and refusing to talk to them.” You nodded, knowing that what he was saying was logical. You couldn’t solve anything by sitting around and moping, and lord knows you won’t solve anything by running away.

You took a deep breath “Ok. I’m ready to come home.”

“Good.” Tony stood up and adjusted his suit. “Because honestly, the boys have start loitering outside my lab looking like a couple of drowned kittens, and it’s depressing everyone.” He held out his hand for you, which you graciously took, standing and hissing out your cramped muscles. Tony took one step towards the door before stopping suddenly and turning back. “Maybe you should shower first. You stink like that casserole Clint tried to make for dinner that one time.”

Tony barely dodged the chipped mug thrown at his head.

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                When you showed up to the apartment you shared with Bucky and Steve, your nerves had been on fire. Steve had opened the door looking he hadn’t slept since you had seen him last. His eyes widened and his arms twitched towards you instinctively, wanting to wrap you in in them and never let go. He held himself back, though it left a deep ache in his chest to do so. You wanted nothing more to go to him, to card you fingers through his hair and reassure him that everything was fine, that you were here and you would never leave again. You had to clutch the straps of your bag until your knuckles were white to stop yourself.

              “We need to talk.” Your voice was small, fragile. You wanted to run and hide all over again, but you knew this needed to be done. Steve nodded jerkily, widening the door to allow you to enter. Visually, everything looked the same; the couch was in the living room, blankets thrown haphazardly across the back, and the table sat in the kitchen with its three mismatched chairs and well-loved surface. However, as you moved further into the space, you noticed a staleness to the air that hadn’t been there before. It wasn’t a home anymore, and the thought made you frown deeply.

              Steve closed the door softly behind you. “I’ll go get Bucky,” he murmured, and you shivered. God help you, you were so in love with these men. Even tired and beat down, Steve’s voice still had an effect on you. It reminded you of soft kisses over bare skin in the early morning hours before the rest of the world was awake, of tender love and honey sweet words spoken between breathy moans.

              You pushed the memory to the back of your mind as Steve reentered, Bucky following close behind. You felt your breath catch at his appearance. He looked broken. Dark circles fell under lightless eyes, the grief and despair that sat heavy on his shoulders was visible in the hunch he wore, as if he was being physically crushed by its weight. You could have honestly cried if it were a different situation.

              At the sight of you standing in the living room, he cracked a smile that looked almost painful. “Hey, Doll. I missed you,” he rasped. Hi voice was scratchy and rough from crying. Despite the somber tension that hung in the room like mist, you felt a sense of peace wash over you at the presence of your boys. Despite your nerves, despite your fears and reservations, you smiled at them. The tension melted from Bucky and Steve’s shoulders, and you knew everything would be okay. You could do this.

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                The three of you spent hours talking. You told them everything: your fear of being left behind and forgotten, your frustrations with always feeling second place to the duties as avengers, the anger of that night and the emotions of the last three weeks. In turn, they shared their guilt and frustration at their own actions. They told you how they felt that being avengers was the only thing they could do to help people, it was the only thing they knew, and they had been scared to deviate from that routine, even when it had started pushing you away. They shared the fear they felt at finding you gone, and the terror and grief that had set in when they realized you might not come back and that was it for the three of you. Finally, they shared their confession that nothing they had done or would ever do as avengers would be more important than you. They wanted to change, to get better. They wanted to do it for you.

              What started as you sitting across from them quickly transitioned into the three of you cuddled together on the couch, seemingly one entity. Weeks of no contact had starved the boys of your touch, and they couldn’t remove themselves from you if they wanted to. Bucky lay across you legs with his head in your lap, his arms wrapped around your waist. You hand was tangled in his hair, massaging the base of his skull. Your other hand was gripped tightly in Steve’s as you leaned back into his broad chest. His blond head rested comfortably on your shoulder, turned inward to whisper his apologies into the exposed skin of your neck. Every once and a while he would leave a lingering kiss there, the skin tingling nonstop from the feel of his lips. You felt more relaxed than you had in weeks. That night you fell asleep in your bed, bracketed by the two most important people in your life. You would be okay.

[moonlit-jeno]

Anonymous said: Hyuck with 10, 25, and 6 pls and thanks

explicit sexual content, fem reader

“Hey, Hyuck? I'm not trying to put you on the spot, but I'd really like to know why you have an entire album dedicated to hentai porn."

Your best friend shrugs, taking the time to down the contents of his redbull before tossing the can at the trash bin. It hits the wall before falling to the floor with a sad clink, laughably far away from his target. “What do you mean why? You have nasty shit downloaded too, don’t you?“

“Not this.” You also don’t have anything saved. The virus you’d gotten from downloading Twilight off of a sketchy website when you were 10 scared you away from willingly saving anything from the internet.

Hyuck shrugs like you’re missing out on something. “How’d you find that anyways? Thought you were borrowing my computer to write your essay.“ “I was. I thought the folder titled “academic resources” might have, y’know. Academic resources.”

“What’d you want me to call it? My hentai folder?” Hyuck uses the tone he reserves for arguing with Renjun and it makes it ten times harder to hide your laugh. “I couldn’t name it anything risky. Mark would find it.” He cackles as if exposing his best friend is the funniest thing on the planet. It kind of is. “The fuckers too horny and paranoid for his own good. Refuses to look it up himself.” You raise your eyebrows and turn back to the computer, clicking through some of the thumbnails before closing the album with a wrinkled nose. “You prefer this shit to actual women?”

“Well, I mean. I don’t have an actual woman here.” You make an offended noise and he reconsiders. “Oh, I guess you count. You wanna fuck?”

Normally you’d say no, but your dedication to procrastinating your essay is astounding. Plus, you’ve fucked around with Donghyuck before. Your best friend is insufferable, yes, but he's also hot and good with his mouth. “Right now?”

“I mean, yeah. I did buy these glow in the dark condoms and I have no one to use them with. Are you busy tonight?” Hyuck opens his drawer and reveals that he does indeed have glow-in-the-dark condoms.

“I’m terrified to ask what else you’re into.” You raise your eyebrows before settling yourself on his bed, unhooking your bra and tossing it at him. His lips part and his eyes linger on the shape of your breasts through your shirt before he gathers himself.

A rather horrible wink is sent your way. “Stick around and find out.” “Ugh. No thanks.” You slide your pants off and swing one leg over to straddle him. His hands go automatically to your hips, steadying you. There’s a moment of silence where you just stare at each other before he moves a hand up to cup your jaw, thumb stroking over your cheek before pulling you forward to meet his lips.

The kiss is slow at first, unhurried as he savors the first taste of your lips, and then it grows deeper, more insatiable. His tongue slips into your mouth and his hand squeezes at your ass, encourages you to rock yourself against his lap. He lets out a depraved sound when you tug at his hair, head falling back to give you access to his neck, which you waste no time marking up. It’s satisfying to see him this wrecked, eyes heavily lidded and lips swollen from kissing, cock a pleasant hardness for you to grind on.

“Hyuck,” You moan, breaking the kiss to pant into the open air. “Fuck me.”

“S-shit, yeah.” He rushes to get undressed, ripping open the condom. The face he makes when he strokes his cock to make sure the condom is in place is one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen and it makes you clench your legs together in need, though he thankfully doesn’t see it. You frown when he walks away from you. “Hang on, I wanna see if these really do glow in the dark.” He goes to hit the light switch and you scream. “Donghyuck! I don’t want the image of your floating, glowing dick ingrained in my head!” Thankfully, he doesn’t turn the lights off. “Why would it be floating?” “Because the rest of you isn’t glowing?” You point out, screaming again when his face lights up and he cries out a ‘that’s even cooler!’ “Donghyuck! If you don’t fuck the living daylights out of me in the next 5 minutes, I’m going to pass out.” “Okay, okay, I’m coming. I mean not yet, obviously. But that’s what you’re going to be saying soon!” He joins you on the bed and you rub your forehead, suddenly regretting your decision to fuck him.

“I literally hate you.” You grumble, though your actions say differently as you easily let him slide his hands between your thighs. A soft moan leaves you when he drags the tips of his finger through your folds, putting just a little extra pressure on your clit.

Donghyuck laughs. “And yet you’re still soaking wet.”

“Shut up and fuck me.” Your words lack authority, all the oxygen in your lungs exiting in a whoosh when he sucks your arousal off of his fingers. He gives you a mock salute and then he’s settling between your legs, lining himself up at your entrance.

“Ready?” His eyes are serious and you nod, licking your lips in anticipation.The movement doesn’t escape him and his lips are on yours in the next second, a heated kiss that you moan into when he slides in you achingly slow. His cock fills you to the brim and it has your jaw going slack, your head pressing deep into the pillows as you arch into it. “Can’t believe that’s all it takes to have you drooling.” Donghyuck’s voice is meant to be teasing but you can hear how breathless he is, pride halting his moans in his throat.

You clench around him as hard as you can and he nearly collapses, a whine ripping out of his chest. “Now who’s drooling?” You bite back, laughing breathlessly. Donghyuck laughs too, but it’s humorless and there’s a dark look in his eyes.

“Still you, baby.” He whispers, face centimeters away from your own. A little bit of spit passes from his lips to yours and he smears the saliva around your lips with his thumb, smiling when you suck willingly on the digit. “So fucking hot.”

Donghyuck pulls your legs around his waist and groans as he gets that much deeper, fucking into you with slow, fluid thrusts. It feels so good, being split open on his cock like this, but it’s frustratingly slow. You can feel the drag of his cock inside of you with an amplified intensity and you can’t decide if it’s too much or not enough. It makes your head spin. “Hyuck, faster.” You moan out, raking your hand through his sweaty hair. “Fuck me faster.” He must be feeling it too because he doesn’t tease you for once in your life, simply clenching his jaw in concentration and picking up the pace until all you can hear is the sound of skin slapping on skin, your moans joining the sound in a sinful melody. Your nails dig into his back and you pull him closer, grabbing onto him for dear life. And Hyuck doesn’t falter, just keeps fucking you like it’s his job, burying his face in your neck before dipping down to kiss at your breasts. His lips wrap around one of your nipples and you cry out, arching into it. The bliss of everything he’s doing to you is overwhelming you so much that you don’t even realize you’re going to cum until you’re right there, so close you can taste it, and you nearly tear up with how tightly you scrunch your eyes closed.

Donghyuck cums mere second after you, mouth pressed hotly to your neck in an attempt to muffle his moans. You drag his lips back up to yours with one hand fisted in his hair and meet him in one of the sloppiest kisses you’ve ever had. It feels so good that you can’t bring yourself to care, whimpering softly into it when he pulls out and leaves you achingly empty. He gives you a goofy grin and all but collapses onto his side, facing you.

“You're glowing.” Donghyuck says, and it’s so sweet that it makes you go all warm and fuzzy for a moment before he ruins it. “Just like my glow in the dark condoms.” A groan leaves you and you flop away from him. “You’re never fucking me again.”

[spenciegoob]

Triple Edged Sword Part 3

A/N: This really got more angsty than smutty whoop.. also it’s short but this has been sitting in my drafts for months and it’s time I finally posted the last part.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut/Angst

Content Warning: brief mention of physical violence, female masturbation, overstimulation, lack of aftercare, potential dub-con interpretation

Word Count: 1.5K

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A good friend of hers and Spencers once said “life is a hell of a thing to happen to someone,” but what happened to Spencer was not just life.

It was an almighty power exacting a revenge on the wrong human. Spencer had to pay the price for a crime he did not commit his whole life figuratively. That was, until it was literally.

She watched the man she loves look back at her as he was dragged out of the courtroom in handcuffs with no solution, eyes full of terror. She couldn’t help the fact that her face wore the same expression, her mind full of the what ifs.

What if he never comes home? What if they kill him in there? What if prison breaks him? What if.. What if.. What if..

And unfortunately, one became the truth, because when Spencer did come home to her, he only returned as an empty shell. There was no more light left, his battery not just dying, but short-circuiting, making it so there was no way to recharge.

Spencer Reid, the most forgiving person on this planet could not find it deep within him to forgive himself. He couldn’t let himself off the hook after he left her there, terrified and alone, and he most definitely couldn’t forgive himself when right after the first time she visited him, he turned around one last time to see her finally cry because she thought he wasn’t looking.

But what he really couldn’t forgive was the day he returned home to her.

Spencer was sitting on the couch, staring ahead with eyes that were both hyper focused and not focused at all on what was surrounding him when she touched his shoulder. He was quick, too quick, to spin around and grab her wrist so tight that it made her knees weak.

Immediately he had let go, backing up so far into the room that he was close to cowering in the corner.

“It’s okay,” she said, holding her hands in front of her in the most nonthreatening way. Spencer had hurt her, and yet she still worried that she was the threat. “It’s just me. No one’s gonna hurt you. You’re okay now.”

But was he? Because after that, he didn’t allow himself to touch her. Sure, when they went out, he would hold her hand, pulling her close, and he kissed her goodbye when he left their apartment, but behind their bedroom door? It was his way of punishing himself; of not forgiving.

Spencer sat at the foot of their bed, looking down at her with eyes blank enough to scare her. They had done this dance plenty of times before, the moves carved behind her eyelids so she could never forget. 

It happened on accident at first, Spencer walking in after returning home from a case to find her stark naked on the bed, the vibrator pressed against her clit as soft moans masked the sounds of his entrance. 

From the doorframe, Spencer just watched even as every cell in his body screamed at him to step forward and replace the red bullet between her legs with his cock. But he didn’t, and when she realized she was no longer alone, she almost stopped. 

Spencer instructed her not to, and the hesitation she had melted away with the realization that even this little indulgence was new, a first step in thawing the cold wall Spencer built.

He watched her take her panties off, her body on full display for the man who did not let himself indulge. She reached over to grab her bullet vibrator, something that was added to the collection a while ago after they both realized that while he was away on cases, she deserved the pleasure it gave her.

“Spence, you know it’s okay to touch me, right?” She asked, trying to pull the man she once knew back from the darkness that surrounded him. Spencer didn’t look up to meet her gaze, keeping his eyes on her cunt that invited him in by glistening under the moonlight that seeped through the curtains.

“Keep going... Please.”

Only once did he allow himself the slightest of movements when he heard the vibrations kick to life, his hand twitching involuntarily, aching to reach out and finally touch her. But even when the vibrator touched her clit, causing her back to arch and a moan to claw its way from her chest, he didn’t touch her.

And while pleasure spread through her like a wildfire, her heart still hammered to a beat not meant for the bedroom. It still sat heavily in her chest, wishing for the one thing the man sitting at the foot of their bed refused to give her.

Her first orgasm was quickly approaching, Spencer could tell my the way her chest stopped moving every 3 or 4 seconds. He watched her explode, the muscles in her body spasming with the vibrations rocking through her, and yet, he still didn’t reach out. 

He sat frozen, his cock painfully hard by now, and still, he refused to touch her.

Slowly, her breath evened out, and she retracted the device from between her legs to shut it off.

“No,” Spencer said sternly. “Again.”

The vibrator kicked back to life, and with trembling fingers, she placed it back on her sensitive clit. During this entire time, she maintained enough composure to keep her eyes on Spencer, but when pleasure bordered on pain, her eyes shut.

Her second orgasm hit her before she had time to process that it was approaching, and she screamed out, broken curses and Spencer’s name bouncing off the wall. 

“Spencer,” she whimpered out once the wave of her second climax settled. “Please.”

“Again.” His tone before was stern, leaving no room for argument or pleads, but this time it was broken. Spencer wanted to touch her, more than anything in this world, but how could he when the looming thought that he would hurt her further loomed over him like a ghost haunting his mind for eternity?

“I- I can’t.” Spencer tore his gaze from her to look at his hands, not in disappointment like she feared it was, but because tears welled in his eyes at her tone. She was exhausted, worn-out, but by far the worst thing Spencer could pick up from those two little words was how sad she sounded.

 And like history repeating itself, she reached out to put a hand on his shoulder only for him to shoot up and grab her wrist. This time he didn’t let go.

“It’s okay,” she reassured him, and his grip tightened.

“Y/N-”

“It’s okay,” she repeated once again, and her other hand came to softly cup his cheek. “Come here.”

And when their eyes met, Spencer saw it all. He saw the day she invited him upstairs for the first time, he saw their first morning together consisting of stolen kisses over burning pancakes. He saw the way her eyes lit up when he surprised her with takeout and a movie on his day off. 

Spencer saw the way she still loved him after all this time, throughout all the death, the destruction and the pain, she still loved him.

But she shouldn’t, and he couldn’t let it go on any longer.

So instead, Spencer released her wrist and stepped back until he was out of reach. He watched the hope drain from her eyes, and god how he wished he could put it back, but he shouldn’t, so instead, he made it worse.

“I have to go.”

“Spence-”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, stepping further away from her and reaching for the doorknob. “I really have to go.”

Before he could hear her response, he swiftly left the bedroom, closing the door behind him even though he knew she wouldn’t chase him. Not because she didn’t care, but because in the end she always knew how to truly take care of him, and if space is what he needed, space was what he shall receive. 

It didn’t hurt any less knowing that, however, because when she was certain he was gone, she broke down. Naked and alone, she collapsed on the bedroom floor with sobs choking her. 

With every step away from her Spencer took, more ‘what if’s’ turned to ‘what now.’

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