#Give me that father/son angst 🥺

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[cosmicstarlatte]

You ARE The Father! Pt.2 (Obey Me!)

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->Click here for [Part 1: Demon Bros]

After getting back to the human world you realized you were pregnant. You decided to keep it a secret your whole pregnancy. After having the baby/babies for a few weeks, you finally decide to tell your baby daddy.

»Characters: Dateables

»Tags: Unplanned Pregnancy, Female Reader, Fluff and Angst, Certified Simeon Simp, Just a Smidge of Humor, Half-story Half-bulleted style

»Notes: I really hope you guys like this one, it felt so good to finally write part 2. 🥺♡

Diavolo:

Separating from him to go back home after the program was difficult but you decided it was for the best at the time, for him and the realm. It was heartbreaking and you might've regreted it a little. Anyway when you realized you were pregnant with his child, you were nervous to tell Diavolo about it. He already had so much on his plate everyday. You didn't want to bother him with appointments and other things. He had a whole realm to take care of after all. But you also knew you couldn't keep the secret forever (especially because what if your baby needed special demon care?) You finally call him one day weeks after birth.

"What exactly... are you saying...? I'm a father...? And you kept this from me!? I'm on the way!"

Understandably upset with your decision to keep it a secret from him but ecstatic you gave him a child

A family...his own little family...oh his heart ♡

Still felt guilty, did you not know how much you mean to him!? How broken he was and how much he loved you!? He would've taken care of your every need and been there the second you told him!

He arrived only minutes after the call and alone (He dipped so quick without telling Barb, oops!)

His son was so tiny in his arms! The baby shifted into demon form!

Teared up because he resembled him so much, same horns and wings!

Kissed and cuddled the heck out of you two

"You two will always come first. You're both my everything. Don't ever doubt that. And...we handle everything together, okay?"

He proposed with the ring he never got to give you 🤧

He moved you guys into the castle the same day and Barb lost his shit but in a good way

He noticed his son was a happy giggly demon but with a biting problem, especially when upset

Barbatos:

You wondered if Barbatos knew but ultimately decided he didn't. After all, he would have said something by now. You felt horrible for keeping the secret but you knew he had a duty of serving Diavolo; which helped run the Devildom. Barbatos would have helped you, you knew in your heart he would. You just didn't want to worry him while on the journey is all. Finally when everything was settled, you give him the call.

"Understood. I will visit shortly."

You didn't see the way his eyes widened at the news but he believed you and was well on his way to you after the call

He felt quite guilty and upset that you did something so grand, all alone

Nevertheless he still loved you and was excited yet nervous to meet his baby

The first thing he did when he saw you was kiss your forehead before holding his son

The baby shifted and he gasped at the miniature him, he was absolutely in love and even shifted into demon form himself

"The two of you mean the entire world to me. I feel our future is very bright. I vow to always love and protect you both."

He had called Dia and Luci to explain his absence

Stayed a few days to bond with you two (he grabbed a Go-Bag before leaving, butlers must always be prepared!)

Later moved you two into the castle to a very excited uncle Dia

He noticed his son was particular about his milk

Simeon:

You really struggled with the decision of letting him know. You were scared of the consequences he would face. You decided to keep it a secret as much as possible but one day he requested a video call when regular calls weren't enough anymore. You looked very much the same and everything was going great and that's when his daughter started crying in the background. Simeons' heard the cries before in past calls and to his knowledge you babysat frequently.  He understood you had to go check. You didn't realize he could see the baby when you picked her up, you thought your back kept her hidden from view. He immediately knew. There was no doubt that was his baby girl. He questioned you about her and you tried to deny it but ended up confessing. You couldn't lie to him anymore.

"I'll see you two soon."

He was highly upset but thought about it more and knew why you did it

He didn't mean to put you in that position and ended up being more upset in himself

He loved you so much and hoped he could make it up to you

He hoped you could forgive him for not coming sooner but he had something to do first before seeing you two

He found Luke and chatted with him normally; he told him what a great angel he was and offered a bit of wisdom

He hugged the young angel for the last time

"Luke...I'm sorry and I hope you forgive me."

He knew that left Luke confused after such a normal conversation but Simeon couldn't bear to explain everything

After telling Michael what happened and being banished from the celestial realm, he finally made his way to you

Yes he was hurting from the loss but there was no doubt in his mind and he had no regrets overall

When he arrived and held his daughter, she glowed and he teared up

"You're an angel alright, a beautiful one."

You cried for him and he reassured you that everything will be fine, he was excited for his new family and he had no regrets

"I would do it all over again, and again, and again.♡"

He noticed his daughter loves falling asleep to his stories

Solomon:

You didn't keep it a secret from him actually. There wasn't really a reason to nor would you be able to hide it from him in the human realm.

"Me? A father?"

Was shocked for a few days, he never thought he'd see the day that would happen

He was happy for the two of you of course but it all seemed surreal

Was supportive throughout the pregnancy and tried to find ways to make it easier for you

He tried cooking more and you begged him not to

He nearly fainted at the news of twin girls

On the due date;  all the books he read didn't seem like enough preparation

He teared up when you crushed his hand during labor

Oh he was in love when he heard the cries and even more when he saw they looked just like him

"You girls are going to run this world!" "Solomon."

"Right. WE'RE going to run this world."

Published a book called Dad Jokes Through the Centuries

Solomon: Family Man Extraordinaire ™️

He noticed his daughters seemed drawn towards his magical objects than their own toys

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Yn wants to break up with Itachi saying many harsh things bc she has put up with his father's bad comments about her cause she is not an Uchiha nor a Shinobi but there is a limit

The Last Straw || Itachi Uchiha x reader

A/n : Hello dear sanotachiii !! I hope you'll like it ! It's like a two in one lmao. Give Itachi hugs he needs lots of it 🥺

Warnings : angst, harsh words, fluff at he end

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It shouldn't have happened like that. The truth is, everything was going well between you and it should have been

You loved each other with a pure and sincere love, you were dedicated body and soul to each other and nothing could have spoiled this magnificent picture

But that was without counting on Fugaku Uchiha, Itachi's father

It's fair to say that he attached a great deal of importance to the family from which the people who were close to his sons came. A little too much for your taste

You came from a good family, and there were certainly proud ninja in the ranks of your clan. However, your clan wasn't one of the most outstanding clans in Konohagakure, nor was it from another country

Of course, Fugaku was careful not to tell his son, and decided to do everything in secret

You met him once, and since that day he's avoided you like the plague. Whenever lunch was set up with you, Itachi, his mother and sometimes Sasuke were the only ones present

One day as you were walking to the lake where your date with Itachi would be, you felt someone approach you and the next thing you knew you were cornered in an alley

You recognized him immediately, Fugaku "Leave my son alone. When are you going to realize that you're not enough for him ? All you'll do is hold him back on your low ladder. He's supposed to have a great life and his family should shine in Konohagakure. Do you think you're capable of taking over the Uchiha clan ? Do you think anyone will respect you knowing you're not even up to their level ?..."

He didn't stop talking for what seemed like an eternity. Each word a drop of venom that numbed your body even more. You didn't even realize that the flowers in your hand had ended up on the ground

"You've got it. Or do you need me to be more convincing ?" his sharingan twinkled in his eye. You, who loved to see it in your boyfriend's eyes, froze for the first time at its sight

You nodded vigorously, managing as best you could not to release the tears you were holding in front of him. This bastard won't be allowed to see you cry "Good now go away and don't let anyone tell me you were seen in the Uchiha district or near Itachi again. Or you'll both regret it"

And with that he disappeared in a poof of smoke. For a moment you were stunned. Your tears began to fall as you thought about his last sentence, "you both", was he going to hurt him ? The more you were thinking the more tears there was and soon you started choking on your own tears

You should have realized. He'd just seemed angry the whole meal when you'd first met him. Of course it had to be your fault

You bent down, quickly picked up the flowers and ran from rooftop to rooftop all the way home. By the time you got there, your eyes were red with tears. So you made a difficult choice that you never thought you'd have to make, and that you never should have had to make. But as you were no longer allowed to see him, you were going to leave him alone, ghosting him, as it were That night you didn't sleep a wink

As for Itachi, he was taken aback. It wasn't like you not to come to a date or not to warn him before canceling. He preferred not to bother you, believing that for one reason or another you had a valid reason for not coming

He began to worry, however, when the next day you didn't meet him at Ichiraku as you did every Wednesday afternoon. So he decided to drop by your place with a raspberry doughnut ( or something else )

Once at your place, your sibling / one of your parents / your cat ( idk 😆 ) opened the door. After politely saying hello and taking off his shoes, he excused himself and walked down the familiar path to your bedroom

When he got there, he saw something he didn't know was going to break his heart too

You were at your desk, writing frantically on a sheet of paper, tears streaming from your reddened eyes. As another tear mingled with the ink on the paper, you crumpled up the sheet and turned to throw it in your garbage can, except this time you met his gaze.

"Y/n what are you d-"

"Please get out of here, you shouldn't be there. Please leave now" your voice was everything but soft

"What are you talking about ? Did I do something wrong ? I'm sorry if I did" he replied in a worried voice, the doughnut still in his hand

"I brought you this" he said, handing it to you

That's when you realized that he wasn't going to let you have it easy, he knew when to trust you and now he knew that no matter what you did, even you weren't really willing to do it. He could feel it

"Keep it with you and go now. I don't have time to deal with you"

"Deal with me ? What does that-"

You knew you'd have to be sharp if you wanted him to really let it go. And knowing it wasn't going to be easy, you pulled out all the stops

"I don't want you anymore. I've had enough of you. Of the Uchiha and all the rest"

"What are you talking about ? Are you feeling alright ?" he said, starting to clench his fist around the snack he'd brought you. He could feel you slipping from his fingers, even your face showed you weren't doing it willingly

He activated his sharingan to see if you were under the influence of a genjutsu, but you screamed out

"Get the fuck out of here you and your fucking evil eyes. Go home to your fuckin' family-" ( Okay now you'd totally lost it. What the hell Y/n 😂 )

Okay now that was a bit too much, the doughnut in his hand tightly squeezed, jam dripping to the floor

Suddenly he moved very fast and in the blink of an eye tackled you to the wall - a hand on your throat - "What has gotten into you ?" despite the anger in his voice you also sensed a certain concern

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you tried to remain silent and say nothing. Itachi, however, decided to take the matter into his own hands and took you out of the house for some fresh air

He intended to find out what had happened to put you in such a state. A surge of protectiveness fuelled inside him, urging him to discover what was doing this to you

He asked you more and more specific questions, and you concentrated on not answering. But Itachi could read the answers on your face that you didn't want to give him. He knew when the answer was yes or no

Without even realizing it, he'd taken you back to the Uchiha district, and it was only in front of his house that you realized it. He must have suspected the cause of your change in behavior and changed his route

He couldn't just act on impulse. Seeing your panic, he took your hand in his "Hey hey don't worry nothing's going to go wrong. I'll protect you, you have my word. But I can't pretend and watch you torture yourself like this"

With that, he went into his house and called the members of his family, claiming to want to talk about something important. Everyone came more or less quickly, some smiling and well, another glaring at you. When little Sasuke came waved at you Itachi flicked his forehead and told him to go play elsewhere during they talked and that you both were going to join him after the talk

You sat nervously at the table next to Itachi's side of the table. Opposite his father and next to his mother's side. The more nervous you became, the more Itachi realized that his assumptions were possibly true

Her mother had seen your nervousness too, and tried to meet her husband's gaze, but he stared at you shamelessly as if he were going to kill you any minute

"Why is she here ?" he suddenly spoke up, and before anyone could reply, he added, "I made it clear last time. You're not enough for an Uchiha. What if the sharingan gene gets lost in the way because of your genetic weakness ? Izumi on the other hand-"

Something inside of you snapped. Maybe it was his degrading words or Itahi's unwavering presence that fueled you but you suddenly stood up "Don't you dare mention that bitch when I'm around ! I'm Itachi's girlfriend and no one beside him would be ever able to change that !"

His father looked unfazed and looked at his soon "Great then. Son tell her you don't want to prolong this futile relationship any long-"

He was cut off by Itachi "Don't finish that sentence"

Yet his father continued "But you don't need her anymore-"

Itachi slammed his fist on the table, his sharingan flaring in his eyes. His mother let out a surprised yelp. "Don't you dare speak to her like this in my presence ever again" anger and protectiveness pumping through his whole system as his voice dropped to an uncanny scarry tone

"I'll let it pass this time. But let her tell me someone tried to mess with her head again, or if I find out... you'd rather I wasn't your son"

Then he looked at his mother "I'm sorry you had to see that, but I wanted you to know. It won't happen again

She gave you an apologetic smile and nodded to her son "Very well Itachi. Now I think it's the right time to go and have fun with your brother. You too Y/n, my dear "

So you both got up and, after saying goodbye, went to see Sasuke in the house garden.

Fugaku's gaze remained fixed on the table, on the cracks created by the impact of his son's fist a few minutes before

His wife's voice snapped him out of his thoughts "Seriously, you should have known better. She means more to him than his own life. He'd never have let her go. Let that be a lesson to you" and with that she left him to reflect on his behavior

Your hand securely held in Itachi's, your fingers intertwined he said softly "No one will ever keep me apart from you. You're the only one who can come up with this that I'd listen too"

You hold his hand tighter "You're very brave, I'd take you as an inspiration Itachi. I love you forever and always"

He smiled fondly "I love you too forever and always whatever may happen" If only you knew at that time,  that in a little while he was going to be given a secret mission that may or may not compromise his promise to you. Who knows 🤷 maybe you'd like to be part of the Akatsuki someday

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A/n : I hope you guys liked it ! 🍗🍠 Again my requests are open 🍣🍩

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Vilomah

Request: Can we get a aftermath of how Baldur's death affected both mc and Maedhros as a person emotionally and how it changed their relationship? Please 🥺🙏 I hope this isn't too much to ask. I love you ❣ Take care ❣❣

Pairing: Maedhros x Reader

Genre: Angst

TWI: Character death :)

Summary: Vilomah, against the natural order. That is what they call a parent who lost their child.

AN: eeek angst warning. But hopefully you guys like it. Multiple POVs. Thanks for requesting!

Please read this to understand the context: Part 1

Ailya's pen glides across the paper, transcribing your words as you speak, knowing that these notes will eventually meet the same fate as countless others – erased, discarded, forgotten. The thought of giving up this futile task crosses her mind, a voice of reason suggesting that she should just listen to your story, unburdened by the act of documenting it. After all, what's the point of writing when the words will vanish into oblivion?

Yet, she can't bring herself to stop. Not when you sit before her, shrouded in heavy cloaks, eyes filled with fragility. It's a heartbreaking scene, and her heart compels her to continue despite the inevitability of erasure.

Your presence as her patient stretches back over a century. Ailya is the sole healer of the mind in Hirming, and she had once attended to Lord Maedhros, helping mend his shattered psyche after his rescue from Angband. But that chapter has long concluded. Now, it's your narrative that she captures in her notebook.

She knows your story well – the miraculous reunion with your love, Lord Maedhros, a tale of star-crossed lovers reunited after misunderstandings tore them apart. It's a story that has touched the hearts of many, but Ailya recognizes the bittersweet undertones that color its pages.

Your reunion came at a cost – the life of your son, Baldur, your own shattered spirit, and a fleeting existence that seems to slip away like sand through your fingers. You, Y/n, the Lady of Hirming, are fading away, a truth only Ailya's notes bear witness to.

As you continue to speak, Ailya's pen moves in tandem with your words, etching each detail, each emotion into the parchment. Yet, her heart aches for you. It's a secret she holds close – that your fading presence, the toll of your reunion, is a fact that only her notes preserve. These notes, so carefully written, are destined for destruction, consigned to the flames at the hearth of the healer's office.

She is powerless to stop it, following orders from the princes themselves. Concealing your truth from their elder brother, Maedhros, is a painful necessity. The true notes are swapped for ones that don't reveal your condition, all in an effort to protect their brother from further anguish.

In the adjacent room, another healer busies themselves with concocting false records for the meeting, notes that will be sent to Lord Maedhros, reinforcing the illusion of your well-being.

Ailya's thoughts snap back to the present as she returns her gaze to you, her heart a mix of empathy and sorrow. She watches as you fiddle with your fingers, avoiding her gaze, a picture of vulnerability. “Baldur loved the color red…his father’s color,” Your words are no different from any other session but Ailya wishes they were. 

Your sessions with her have been deep dives into the lives of Baldur and Maedhros, with little of your own self shared. It's as if you're a mere observer in your own narrative.

"My Lady, how is your sleep?" Ailya gently guides the conversation back to you. Your confusion is evident, your vulnerable expression striking. Ailya notices the bags under your eyes, evidence of sleepless nights.

You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, a nervous gesture Ailya knows well. It's a quirk that surfaces when you're faced with discussions about your struggles – sleeping being one of them. The loss of sleep has become synonymous with the loss of your son, a state unimaginable even for an Elda.

"Have you been taking your meals?" Ailya continues, unfazed by your silence. "If you don't take care, I might have to discuss this with Lord Maedhros." The color drains from your face, replaced by panic, at her last words.

An empty threat that leave you a mess of ushered apologies.

Some days, a haunting question gnaws at your thoughts – why wasn't your love enough for Baldur? Could it be that your love was insufficient to secure his happiness? If only he hadn't cared so deeply for his father, he might have found peace by your side. It's a bitter pill to swallow, yet your feelings are not tinged with resentment towards your husband. Instead, it's a heavy acceptance of your own perceived shortcomings. You believe you should have tried harder, found a better way. Baldur deserved more than the tragic fate he met. He deserved a chance to know his father, and his untimely end feels like a cruel twist of destiny.

These thoughts become a nightly torment, causing you to gasp for air in the quiet of the night. Beside Maedhros, you lie awake, avoiding sleep as if it were an adversary. In the Lord of Hirming's chamber, you stand sentinel, vigilant in your wakefulness to protect your beloved as he sleeps.

Maedhros is never at peace in his slumber. His brows remain furrowed in a perpetual frown, betraying the nightmares that grip his dreams. Your sleepless nights become devoted to erasing that frown, your tender efforts aimed at soothing his troubled rest. Sometimes, it's a whispered melody that you offer, while on other nights, a gentle touch is enough to coax him back into peaceful slumber. Over time, you've learned to interpret the subtle nuances of his facial expressions, identifying the antidote to his nightmares.

Yet, despite your tireless attempts and countless remedies, sleep eludes you. Every time you close your eyes, your dreams transform into heart-wrenching visions of your son. You witness him on the battlefield, calling out for his father. In these dreams, you relive the painful moment of his death, unable to alter its course no matter how hard you try. Irmo, the master of dreams, grants you no respite from this torment.

You often find yourself facing your son's questioning gaze, the same inquiry etched into his eyes – "Why did I have to die, amme?" It's a question that pierces your soul, and you awake from these dreams with your heart heavy and your eyes damp. The ache of his absence haunts you, a relentless reminder.

Maedhros grapples with an unsettling truth – he cannot remember his own son. Despite gazing at old portraits and listening to your meticulously detailed stories, no sense of connection or recognition stirs within him. He may detect a flicker of his own features in his son's face, but the bond that should exist between a father and a child remains absent.

Maedhros acknowledges that he should feel grief, mourn the loss, and carry the weight of unbearable guilt, but the emotions he should feel are elusive. Instead, it's your sorrow that resonates deeply with him, tugging at his heartstrings.

Your grief, etched in your eyes, becomes a burden Maedhros can't ignore. The pain of Baldur's death lingers in your very being, and it's this anguish that affects him the most. Struggling with his own lack of emotion toward his son, Maedhros harbors a secret he dares not share with anyone – an unwarranted resentment toward his own child. It's a sentiment he detests in himself, a contradiction that breeds shame.

His son's selfless love becomes an ironical source of discomfort for Maedhros. Baldur was the reason for his prolonged separation from you, the cause of your prolonged agony. Yet, now, the same son is also the reason that Maedhros finds himself poring over the healer's notes every fortnight.

To the Lord of Hirming, only hope remains in your presence. You have finally come to his side as his wife. As the Lady of Hirming. So, even without a whisper of complaint, Maedhros listens to your every word about your son. Aiming to piece together a fleeting image of his son.

“Open the door that once,” Ailya cannot control the anger seeping into her voice. The sight of latched wooden doors leaves her vision red. She after all carries the blood of Noldor in her. The guards remain unflinchingly vigilant even as they bow to her, “We are sorry but Lord Maedhros has forbidden it. No one must open the door.”

"What reason could be there to lock the Lady in this manner?" Ailya feels a layer of dread settle over her. It numbs the rage. A realization lingers on the horizon.

"This is all for her safety. She cannot accompany him on the patrol," another guard replies.

Behind the doors is a light thud, a constant ever since Ailya’s presence, perhaps way before it. “Please…please open,” pleading noise barely travels through the sturdy wood that separates the captive from the rest of the world.

The said captive is none other than Lady Y/n. “let me go…Maedhros don’t go. I must stop him,” you continue pleading to the elf who has long left the walls of the castle. 

“My Lady,” Ailya tries to call for you. 

Followed by shuffling is you eager voice, “Ai Ailya, by Eru you are here! Please let me out. Ask these guards to let me go. I need to stop Maedhros…he’s gone…no no no he can’t no Baldur call Baldur,” your voice raises unlike the soft pleading before. You sound out of breath as you plead to Ailya who fruitlessly tries to comfort you. 

“Ailya please please I beg you stop Maedhros,” hysteria fills your voice. “He cannot go…not like Baldur. Stop him,” Nothing budges the guards who keep you locked by the orders of their lord. 

Food, sleep, and comfort of any sort leaves you. Leaving behind a wraith. In a way, Lord Maedhros has announced your doom. Ailya stays next to the door for weeks, trying to help you. 

No burned notes, no hushed secrets, no siblings, no locked doors would spare Lord Maedhros of this grief. The grief of the loss of a spouse, of a fading spouse.

The sight of Elros and Elrond, surrounded by the aftermath of their kin's bloodshed, halts Maedhros in his tracks. Their appearance bears no resemblance to the descriptions you've given of Baldur. Their features don't carry a hint of your characteristics or Maedhros' likeness.

Yet, there's something about them that triggers a memory deep within him – a glimpse, a fleeting moment he once experienced when you first visited him with your son, who was at that point of time cradled in your arms. How deeply Baldur's eyes had searched for him. Even as a child in your arms, his son had tried to look past his father;s rejection.

It was a time when he foolishly turned you both away, mistaking his own flesh and blood as belonging to another. In that moment, when he saw you both leave, Maedhros felt a pang of regret, a sting of longing for the son he never knew.

Now, in the face of the Peredhel twins, the floodgates of grief he has kept restrained for ages begin to open. Surrounded by the weight of his sins and the memory of his losses, Maedhros allows himself a brief respite. The sword that has served as a symbol of his responsibilities, his duty, is sundered, his sins momentarily stepping back as he mourns.

This is a rare moment of release, a break from the relentless burden he's carried since the day you were taken from him. You were torn from his side even before he could return from his patrol, your departure orchestrated by Mandos himself. It was his doing – his refusal to listen to your pleas, to see your fear, that led to your demise. He had locked you away, shrouded in his own selfish justifications of duty and authority, as he went about his responsibilities.

He had been the reason. It wasn’t the grief of Baldur’s demise that killed you but the fear for his life that did. Maedhros deserved every ounce of pain that it lent him. He had been the one to leave you locked in the room for the sake of his subjects and his territory. He had not spared a moment’s considerations to your pleading. You had begged him to stay back. He did not care.

Instead, bound by duty, Lord of Hirming had resorted to locking you in his room as he fulfilled his role. He had ignored your fear. How did he not understand the turmoil of your heart? How scared would you have been? Alone.

And when Maedhros had returned, he found the latched door and vigilant guards. But he also found Ailya, right by your door. Except he did not find the determination of a healer in her eyes but the resignation of fate. 

Behind the closed doors lay plates full of untouched food, umade bed, unkempt room. How could he have done something so heinous to you? Something he had borne in the halls of the dark lord.

There was no resentment on your face. The dead seldom carry it. Only proof of your agony was your bloodied fist that had knocked on the door for days. Hand tissues were torn and your nails cracked and broken. Nothing else betrayed your pain. 

How scared, how terrified must you have been…

By the Havens of Sirion, Maedhros dares look at the children who remind him of his son. In the moments of peace he can’t help but imagine how much they would have endeared you. 

As the flames of his end close in around him, Maedhros' thoughts turn to you, the woman he loved and wronged. In the searing heat that mirrors the pain within his heart, he wonders if you would forgive him once more. Could you find it in your heart to let go of the resentment, the suffering he caused, and embrace him again?

In the throes of his impending doom, Maedhros yearns for redemption, for a chance to be reunited with you and Baldur. He envisions a scene where he holds his son as he has done for the twins, Elros and Elrond. This thought carries both hope and regret – hope for a future where his mistakes are forgiven, and regret for the time he lost, the love he denied himself.

As the flames consume him, Maedhros clings to the possibility that in death, he might find a glimpse of the love he lost – a sight of you and Baldur together, a chance to finally make amends, and a moment to hold his family close, even if it's in the realm beyond life.

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glassy eyes, hazy afternoons pt. 5

Eddie Munson x anxious!stoner!Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Summary: Y/n and Eddie pick up where they left off on Saturday night with another late night rooftop smoke session, complete with stories, shared joints, and mutual pining.

Content Warnings: descriptions/mentions of alcohol/drug abuse, recreational use of drugs, adult language, descriptions/mentions of traumatic childhood memories, fluff, a dashling of angst, mutual pining, descriptions of anxiety and depression, intrusive thoughts, & Eddie’s pervy thoughts

A/N: Thank you all SO much for all the love on my fics this lately, I cannot express to you how every single note makes me feel when I check my phone 🥺 You guys have made me more confident in my writing and I wouldn’t be diving back into this if it weren’t for your uplifting response. 🥹🤍

I hope y’all like a slow burn 😌 I want them to kiss so bad but just you wait 😏 this picks up where part 4 left off! Reader finally remembers to call Chrissy, thank god. Don’t mind me healing my daddy issues through Reader and Johnny, it’s fine.

Also, should I make a playlist for this series? 🧐 let me know!

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Y/n and Johnny decided on lasagna for dinner that evening. The pair stood next to each other as they alternated the uncooked pasta with ricotta and meat sauce. Y/n’s stereo played at a louder volume, Led Zeppelin’s Good Times, Bad Times had both of them swaying to the beat.

Johnny’s usually stoic disposition masked his content smile, though it stretched when he noticed they were dancing in sync, swinging their hips side to side. “You’re alright, kiddo.” He said fondly, his heart swelling with pride looking down at her. Johnny felt the same way about both of his children; his love was no different for either one of them despite their differences, but he had always struggled with expression.

‘I love you’ was hard for him when he was small and lived with his parents, it was still uncomfortable when he met their mother, but when he met them both he couldn't help but only think ‘I love you’

He was convinced he’d never experienced real love until he became a father. Sam made him get himself together and Y/n encouraged him to keep going. Now that he had the both of them almost grown, he still found it hard to express it verbally.

But his kids knew exactly what he meant when he covered them up on cold evenings in front of the television, when he brought home the movies they had been talking about, when Y/n faked sick to get out of school and take mental health days, when his son turned into a shell of himself the day he got his heart broken, his efforts didn’t go unnoticed, not once.

Johnny was there for Sam that night, finding him quietly sobbing in the garage with a bottle of whiskey. Instead of scolding him for the alcohol and berating him for the tears, he held his son and took him to bed with a glass of cold water, sitting with him and talking about everything Sam needed to until he fell asleep.

Y/n hadn’t needed Johnny in a moment of crisis, but she knew she could go to him if she needed to, though she fought the constant internal battle of feeling like a burden. Her dad had held her hand every morning at elementary school drop off, until his kids started riding the bus in middle school— that’s when Sam would give her shoulder a reassuring squeeze before they parted ways in the morning.

From time to time her dad will still reach over and give her hand a squeeze, which she’d return as an ‘I love you too’ whenever the affection occurred.

Y/n and Johnny watched the Dukes of Hazzard as they grazed their plates that rested on the TV trays in the living room. They had all of the windows open, the breeze trickling in and tousling the curtains gently.

She noticed the gradient of blue to pink the sky reflected this evening and ached to get outside. After wiping her mouth with her napkin, she stood from her seat and excused herself for a walk outside. Y/n admired the sky in every state it lived in, though sunsets were in her top two.

She observed how the trees in the distances stretched up to scrape the sky, prickling at the satin sweep. Y/n loved to get high and watch the sun disappear and see day fade to night, which is exactly what she did, high up on a branch along the tree line separating Piney Oak and Forest Hills.

She admired the periwinkle clouds that bounced pink reflections across the endless fields of cotton. She wondered for a moment what it’d feel like to lay on a fluffy cloud and decided it’d probably feel like a water bed or a pool floatie.

Johnny stood at the window and looked out onto the porch, watching how his daughter sat on the step with her hands folded under her chin, content with the view in front of her. He smiled and scrubbed harder at the casserole dish.

Y/n wound up back in her room for the evening, the day subsiding to deep blue outside and her room glowing orange with light. She dug around in her backpack for the slip of paper Chrissy gave her Friday.

She grabbed the yellow rotary phone and set it in front of her on the bed with a clank. It’d been a long time since she’d phoned a friend, let alone a new friend.

‘She’s just gonna ask about Eddie, it’s what girls do.’ Y/n thought.

‘What if she makes fun of me? People in her group seem to dislike him, what if she just wants me to tell her things about him she can use to embarrass him?’

‘Chrissy’s too nice, if anything she’d want to help me work up the nerve to do something about these weird feelings.’

Y/n shook her spiralling head and started dialing the number. It wasn’t long before Chrissy picked up, her cheery “Hello” ringing through the receiver. “Hey, it’s Y/n! Is now a good time?” She asked.

“Y/n! Oh, is it ever! We need to talk about you and Eddie, we’ve gotta make it happen.” She gushed. Y/n rolled her eyes playfully, fidgeting with the chord. “You were telling me about how you guys ended up at your house and then fell asleep?! In your bed?!” Chrissy whispered urgently into the mouthpiece of her pink phone knowing her mother would flip if she knew Chrissy had a friend who’s engaged in such activities.

“Yes, but it wasn’t as crazy as it sounds! We looked at the moon and talked on the roof for a while, and— I don’t know, sometimes we stop talking but it doesn’t feel weird, like I don’t feel the need to fill the air space, and he looks at me like… I don’t know,”

“Like he wants you to do something??”

“Ugh, maybe. I just wish I had the guts to.” She said, reaching over beside her and shoving her bedside window open to light a cigarette before she started a joint.

“So you are willing to admit you like him? Ugh, finally! When you get married please don’t forget to let me make a speech about how I got you two together!”

“Oh yeah, so you can tell my closest friends and family the story of how I hit up the head cheerleader to direct me to the nearest drug dealer that just so happens to theoretically turn out to be my groom? Love it.” Y/n scoffed before exhaling a plume of smoke out the window. The glowing blue lense over the outdoors sank into black, the only lights coming from orange glowing windows or street lights.

Chrissy cackled, “It’s the perfect story. Your kids are gonna love it! And if you have a daughter you gotta name her Chrissy!”

Y/n shook her head , “And If it’s a boy?”

“Easy, Christopher.” Chrissy said with a shrug of her shoulder and laughed with her friend on the other end. “You know… I’ve always thought that friend of his was real cute. What’s his name? Garrett? Jareth?”

“Gareth?!”

“Yes! With the fluffy, pretty hair. Ugh. I catch him looking at me like a lovesick puppy in every class I have with him and it takes everything in me not to wink at him.” She swooned.

“Chrissy!” Y/n hissed in a shocked whisper. “What about Jason?” She asked lowly.

Chrissy sighed, “I’ve known Jason for a really, really long time. Like, our parents grew up together, we’ve grown up together, and it’s like we’ve been expected to end up together since we were kids. And for a while it felt right, I had the biggest crush on him for years. But now Jason is just like his dad, you know? He acts so above everything, and he doesn’t even care about half the things I think or say… I think I’m just a part of some checklist, honestly. But I know one thing for sure and it’s that Jason has never looked at me the way Gareth does.” She sighed dreamily.

“Chrissy, if you’re not happy with Jason, then you should break it off. Other people's emotions aren’t your responsibility! So what if Jason gets butthurt? He has it coming! Maybe it’ll humble him.” Y/n suggested and then took a couple more drags on her cigarette before lighting a joint with the lit end of the cancer stick between her lips.

“True, but I’m more worried about my parents. My mother, specifically.” Chrissy said in a slow and careful whisper, which told Y/n Chrissy didn’t feel safe to speak on her own line as freely as she should. “I gotcha, maybe we can elaborate on that some other time?” Y/n asked carefully.

Chrissy sighed in relief, “That sounds nice! Thank you, Y/n/n. It’s nice to have a friend I don’t have to… hide parts of myself from.” She whispered.

“Me too, Chris.” Y/n smiled, her chest warming. “I feel like you’re gonna be a friend I have for a long time, you know what I mean? When the rest fall away after high school.” Chrissy said.

Y/n’s heart leapt, “Aw, thanks, Chris. I-I think our friendship is gonna be a lasting one too,” She nodded though her friend couldn’t see her and took another drag, “But, if you don’t name your kid after me, we’re history.” She joked, laughing when she heard Chrissy’s cackle over the receiver. “Of course I will! I hope Eddie’s ready for me to infiltrate his life as his best friend's girlfriend and his girlfriend's best friend, or whoever your future husband is.” Chrissy jokes, Y/n giving weak laughter in return while a snap resounded from the backyard through her open window.

She decided to shrug it off, not used to all the animals that roam around here at night quite yet. “Hopefully the future husband is on board with Christopher, or else it isn’t gonna work.”

“Who’s Christopher?” A voice asked from outside. Y/n gasped, raising the phone in her hand and poised to strike when she realized it was none other than the lovable figure of Eddie Munson leaning up against the side of her house with a cigarette between his lips.

“Y/n/n? Y/n! Is everything okay?” Chrissy shouted over the receiver, as Y/n collected her breath and burned red in the face with embarrassment. “Uh, yeah, I, uh forgot Eddie was stopping by, I’ll… talk to you tomorrow, kayloveyoubye.” Y/n quietly rushed out before hanging up the phone and turning her attention to Eddie.

He stood leaning up against the windowsill, his chin resting on his hands patiently. “Did I scare you, sweetheart?” He raised his eyebrows and nodded to the joint in her hand, a silent request for her to pass it to him which she obliged and took his cigarette to puff on in return.

Eddie stepped back to keep the smoke away from the interior of her room, shoving his other hand in his jeans pocket for warmth on the crisp night. “Oh me? Haven’t you noticed my nerves of steel yet, Munson?” She asked.

He smirked as he took another hit from the joint, “So, uh, who’s Christopher— Is it Christopher Lacey from the swim team? Who’s your future husband??” He asked in an eager rush, as if he were excited for her, though really he was bursting to get the question out as soon as he overheard her phone conversation. Y/n’s eyes flashed embarrassment, “No, no, I was—Chrissy told me to name my future kid after her and I told her I hoped my future husband was on board with it.” She shrugged, playing it off as no big deal when inside she was experiencing heart palpitations.

“Oh, well who’s your future husband? Not Christopher Lacey I presume?” He nodded to the joint he held out in front of her lips as she leaned her head further out. Y/n rolled her eyes playfully before closing them as she took a drag. Eddie’s stomach twisted when she went for it without hesitation, his shy girl was getting comfortable with him.

He wanted to know what it was like to run his hand down her neck, only stopping to squeeze his hand around her throat just a little, her neck too delicate for unnecessary roughness. He wanted to slip the straps of her tank top down her shoulders and pull the middle apart so she’d be left bare, but then reminded himself she was an ethereal being and not his to touch or objectify, then he felt icky.

‘Stop, you fucking perv. What are you, 12?’ He scolded.

Y/n inhaled and exhaled, smiling and shaking her head. “Uhh, Matt Dillon? I guess?”

Eddie scoffed and shook his head, “Matt Dillon, are you kidding me? That Neanderthal?!”

“Wha- He’s pretty! He’s so pretty, why do you have to dig at him like that??” Y/n defended with her voice raising an octave and embarrassed laughter spilling out in between.

“Is it cause of the Outsiders? Nah, cause if it was, you would’ve picked Rob Lowe… surely..” He trailed off as though he were thinking aloud, biting his thumbnail in contemplation as realization struck, “Of course you picked Matt freakin’ Dillon. You like the bad boy, the one everyone says ‘stay away’ from, huh? Tell me, did you bring home a lot of strays growing up?” He asked, amusement dancing behind his eyes as he watched her sit there and puff on the cigarette he brought and giggle madly, shaking her head in her defense with no words to back it up.

“You must think I’m pretty damn good lookin’, huh?” He smiled, his eyes glittering in the way only his could. Y/n bit her lip and shoved the window all the way open and leaned out on her elbows, her cleavage heavily accentuated as she towered over him the way he typically did her.

“What are you doing here?” She asked quietly, excitement exuding from her eyes in the form of a glint. Eddie’s mouth twitched into a smile when she didn’t deny it.

“Well, I was partaking in my nightly smoke, but sadly my view of the sky wasn’t as satisfactory as yours is. Thought maybe we could hang out and look together.” He shrugged, suddenly nervous.

‘Maybe this was a bad idea.’

Y/n grinned and bit her bottom lip, watching him fidget while he waited for her to answer. “I’d love that.” She said simply and took a drag from the joint, feeling the familiar warmth and buzz from the nicotine and herb.

Eddie’s eyes brightened, his normal goofy smile returning to his face. She ducked her head back inside to pull on a hoodie and grab her stoner bag before threading her legs through the window and hopping out. His eyes stayed on her as she moved and flipped her hair back over from where it had fallen over her face.

She’d insisted he go ahead of her up the tree, watching his careful movements and gingham boxers made her smile. When he stepped onto the shingles, he bowed to her with a cocky grin. “Very nice, I give it a ten out of ten for the graceful dismount.” She commended.

Eddie squatted down, readying his hands to catch the bag she held in her hands. Y/n threw the bag up to him, smiling when he caught it with ease and finding her grasp on the tree. “Y’know with skills like those, you should definitely try out for the basketball team.” She teased on her way up to the limb that acted as their bridge.

Eddie scoffed, “Oh yeah, because my true passion lies on the court, sweetheart.” His eyes never left her as she crawled across the limb and stood with a waiting hand, which she accepted. “There you are.” He whispered, lingering too closely to be considered friendly.

“Here I am.” She confirmed, looking from his shining brown eyes to his lips, and feeling his light breath fan across her face. He smiled and pushed some hair behind her ear before turning carefully to sit where they did previously.

“Y’know if I was a basketball player, you’d have to be a cheerleader?” He asked and looked over his shoulder at her for her reaction, still holding her hand. “W-Why?” She stammered, not understanding. “Cause it’s fair!” He shrugged as if that made sense.

“Pfft, I have no business jumping around or shaking pom poms.” She scoffed and set her now burnt out joint back between her lips to relight. Eddie rolled his eyes, the thought in his head unbearable. How he’d love to see her in that uniform, even if it was just for fun.

‘Maybe someday I can see her in Chrissy’s…’

“If I’m on the basketball team, you’re a cheerleader, it just makes sense!” Eddie reasoned and patted the spot next to him. Y/n sat down scooting closer to Eddie. She held out the joint for him to take, though it was too short for him to grasp. Instead he leaned his head over and took a drag, his lips brushing her fingers in a light kiss as he sucked.

The tingles crawled up her arm as he sat there inhaling slowly, her eyes trained on his profile and feeling his fingers take hold of her wrist under the guise of holding her steady, as always.

Eddie pushed her hand back towards herself to take a hit, though she decided against it and stubbed it out on the shingle. “So, you think my view tops yours? Over at Forest Hills?” She asked, nudging his arm with hers and taking the bag from his lap, which made him jump.

“Oh, absolutely.” He said, his eyes trained on his favorite view; his dream girl under the moon.

‘Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night and wouldn’t you love to love her..’

Stevie ran through his head as he looked at the girl lighting up next to him; shielding the small dancing flame from the breeze with her hand, wind swirling around her tresses and carried them gently to and fro. She ran a careful hand to tuck them behind her ears and handed over the new joint.

“Y’know, sometime I’ll have to show you mine—the top of the trailer, I mean. It isn’t as high up as this but it’s still one of my favorite places.” He shrugged and took a hit.

“What are your other favorite places?” She asked, leaning her head over on the brick to look at him. “There’s this spot out by the quarry that’s really nice in the spring and summer months, there’s flowers all around the water, everything’s green, birds are always talking to each other, and there’s this perfect tree…it’s almost magical looking, really.” His eyes projected excitement and wonder as he talked about his special place.

“It does sound magical… D-Do you ever take anyone out there?” She asked, her eyes on the joint between his lips. Eddie caught her glance and handed it back to her. She reached out to take it from him, but not before he could jerk it out of reach. Y/n looked to him with wide eyes, suddenly feeling the last wave of warmth roll over her, her previous tokes catching up to her.

Eddie smiled playfully and held it back out to her closer to her mouth. Y/n looked to Eddie for confirmation and noticed the hungry look returning to his eye as he nodded for her to lean in.

Y/n obliged him, letting her eyes flutter shut as she took a slow drag. Eddie watched the thick hem of lashes that framed her eyes and then traced his gaze down to her puckered lips. He resisted the urge to yank the joint away and crash his lips upon hers and absolutely wreck her quiet demeanor.

But he didn’t. Instead, he admired the way she looked at him when she opened her eyes, smiling around the filter when she noticed how intensely he was admiring her. “I, uh, I haven’t taken anyone out there before, but I think I will soon… if you’d want to see it.” He mumbled nervously. Y/n gasped in intrigue before she exhaled, the excitement draining from her face as the building, fluttery pressure swelled up in her chest and throat.

Eddie knew exactly what was going to happen and couldn’t help but laugh as he watched her eyes get wider than he’d ever seen. As she leaned over to the other side in a hacking fit, he fondly patted her back giggling innocently. “You got it, let it out.” He cooed, deriving joy from the contours of her back he could feel under his hand as he rested it there.

“My bad,” she squeaked as she recovered and wiped her face with her sleeves. “Can’t get off without the cough, right?” She said watching him take another drag. “I’m sorry, what?” Eddie asked in amused disbelief. “What? You’ve never heard that before?” She asked, looking almost offended. Eddie shrugged and shook his head. “Coughing helps you get high, something about your blood and oxygen circulation, makes it happen faster. I dunno, ‘s somethin’ our parents used to joke about. Sam told me what it meant back when we started smoking together, so it’s kind of like one useful thing we learned from her.” She laughed and rolled her puffy pink eyes.

Eddie gave a weak laugh at her dark humor, something he wasn’t unfamiliar with, something he typically enjoyed, but it was then he remembered where they left off in conversation before their evening was interrupted last Saturday.

“I hear that, my old man taught me how to hotwire a car when I was eleven.” he chuckled, bringing the joint to his lips, the nostalgia playing behind his eyes. “You’re shitting me.” Y/n gaped, accepting the joint when he held it out to her. Eddie laughed at her surprise and shook his head, “If you ever lose car keys, let me know, I’ll get her started for ya.” He winked with a shoulder nudge that sent her smiling for him. Y/n scoffed and thanked him, taking a deep drag, her eyes closing for a second. ‘Like a butterfly closing its wings for a moment or two,’ Eddie noted, allowing himself a sinful glance down at her puckered lips and hollow cheeks.

“Our car died on us during an.. impromptu road trip,” he began before he could slip further into madness at her unknowing hands. “W-We walked to this motel off the highway, an-and found an unlocked door. The old man always had his tool bag, which had a lot more than tools in it by the way, but he showed me the needle nose pliers and cutters I needed, how to pry the paneling off, which wires to cut, which ones to cross, you know, father-son bonding things.” He shrugged nonchalantly, earning a laugh from her as she handed the joint back to him and reached out for his cigarette, which he gladly handed to her.

“It was probably one of the only good stories I have about him. And it’s only good cause—“ he stopped himself, noticing he was sliding into the same comfort he’d been chasing since they parted ways Sunday morning. Y/n looked at him with her eyelids heavy, her slightly raised brows told him she was invested in listening, concern laid on her face bare.

“Cause why?” She asked softly, watching his lips to catch the words in case he didn’t say them loud enough. He took a generous drag and sighed his exhale, “Cause he wasn’t… angry. Felt like we were on the same team for a night, you know? Felt like a real son, just for a minute. You know?” He asked, looking at her finally.

Y/n nodded, her heart swelling. “Yeah, yeah I do.” She chewed the inside of her cheek nervously, her mind drifting back to the story she never finished on Saturday, wondering if he’d remembered or cared. “D-Did you have any moments like that with your mom?” He asked, his eyes gentle and softer than before. His hand on her thigh sent a crawling warmth up her body, flushing her neck under the sweatshirt she wore.

Y/n stared at his hand for a minute, trying to decide if she was just feeling more movement than usual due to her high, but she observed as he rubbed small circles on the inside of her leg and waited patiently without knowing he was driving her wild.

“I—not to my knowledge.” She said quietly, trying to slow her fast paced thoughts, feeling guilty for the way she felt while he wanted to share vulnerabilities. Eddie stopped his movements to both her relief and dismay, “Oh,” he said lowly, his mouth agape and eyes hiding too many thoughts to comprehend, though at the very least she knew he was floundering inside.

“It’s okay, though. Maybe there’s a memory somewhere in here I’m not remembering right now.” She shrugged, trying to reassure him. Eddies face lifted a little, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Well if you think of any, let me know. I’d love to hear about them.”

Y/n nodded, laying her hand on his, “I will, I promise.”

“Or anything else that you feel like sharing, good or bad, past or present, whatever’s good for you.” He rushed, his nervousness evident by the tremble in his hand. Y/n flashed him a smile, “Does that have anything to do with the story I didn’t finish last time we were up here?” She asked quietly, leaning toward him a bit to hand him his cigarette back, fighting the urge to put it between his lips for him.

Eddie’s facade melted immediately, only leaving a shy smile. “Ah, you got me.” He shrugged, taking a drag as she nodded, “Only if you want to finish it, don’t feel like you have to. But I can’t say I haven’t been thinking about it.” He revealed, her heart leaping in response. He was thinking about her unfinished story for days.

Y/n nodded reassuring him this time, “I can tell you, it’s not a problem, it can just be kind of embarrassing. The way things were, the story itself, so much of my life.” She rolled her eyes, trying to shake the uncomfortable feeling off her back so she could tell him the story of the last time she saw her mother.

“I didn’t get very far, did I?” She forced a laugh, rubbing her hands on her jeans to dry the moisture that started to prickle at her palms. Eddie’s hand found hers again, the stillness of the air allowed the faint sounds of her stereo to filter up to the roof, where they sat under the moon, Tuesday's Gone by Lynyrd Skynyrd played.

“You mentioned a ‘Tina’?” He asked casually, picking her hand up carefully and placing it in his own, thankful to the marijuana gods for this strain that calmed them so. “Oh, yeah. Her.” She chuckled dryly, keeping her focus on their intertwined hands.

Eddie noticed her breath quicken a bit at the act, a satisfied grin threatened to work its way onto his face though he kept it at bay by nodding at her to continue. “Tina was best friends with my mom. She was insufferably loud, by the way,”

“Tinas can be that way.” He shrugged, easing her back into relaxation, hoping he can use this time to show her how willing he is to listen to her life, how eager he is to comfort her if she needs it. Y/n chuckled and scooted closer to Eddie, her anxiety lifted like shrugging a jacket off your shoulders.

“So, my mom and Tina would sit around and get high all day, and Sam and I, we were in the back room with the other kids— back then that felt fun, does that one count? As one of those good memories? Anyway, we got to eat junk and watch whatever we wanted on tv all day as long as we stayed quiet and in the room… I can still smell the ammonia and cigarettes sometimes…” she trailed off with a sigh, looking to Eddie to see if he cared to hear more of the embarrassingly depressing story of her life. He nodded, his eyes soft and his hand stroking the skin of her palm.

“This time in particular, we climbed over the baby gate and tried to sneak to the bathroom because we hadn’t been checked on in forever. But I was so scared. The adults were always so shitty if we left the room, let alone made any other mistakes… Y’know like kids do,” She chuckled bitterly before continuing, “I couldn’t make it to the bathroom,” her laughter continued as tears formed on her waterline, the memory playing behind her eyes, though her voice didn’t waver. If he weren’t looking at her he would have no idea she was on the verge of tears.

“A guy was passed out inside against the door, and while Sam was trying to shove it open… I couldn’t hold it anymore. The floor was soaked, I was soaked, and Sam was so upset. But he never made me feel bad about it, not once.” She sniffled, Her face not visible because of the curtain of hair that now hung between them. “And I can’t tell you how many spankings he took because he ‘wasn’t watching’ me, as if it was his job! Isn’t that wild?” She asked in a faint half sniffling half giggly haze.

“Then our mom found us cause Sam couldn’t get me to stop crying. She was so pissed.. unbelievably pissed—and embarrassed. That’s something she kept telling me over and over was how much of a baby I was and all that shit.” She rolled her eyes and wiped her face. Eddie kept his eyes trained on her carefully, his tongue poised to intervene and tell her to stop.

“Dad ended up catching her when she tried to get us home and clean us up before he was supposed to get off work. But when no one answered the phone all day he came home early, so, that… sucked.”

Eddie felt like he’d been punched in the gut, seeing her so comfortably numb to her hurt, a weeping callous never healed properly.

“She was trying to convince him he was being crazy and irrational, but he insisted he wanted to talk to me and Sam, so when it came my turn, he asked me how many times I got taken to the bathroom that day and I didn’t know what to say cause the answer was none.” She acted annoyed with herself to Eddie’s dismay, his brow knitting together in disapproval.

“Then he asked if anyone ever hit me over there, and I knew the answer to that one, so I said yes, which my mom overheard and freaked out about, calling me a liar, and a lot of.. other things.” She trailed off, taking the joint from Eddie as he put out the cigarette they shared on a shingle, tossing it off the side of the house.

“They had their fight and got their licks in, then Sam took me to our room and turned some Heart on the Walkman before it got out of hand—full blast I might add. Gave me his headphones and told me ‘Just sit here and stay quiet for a little while, I’ll go find a snack.” She smiled at her brother's kindness.

She took a drag, tear tracks kissing her bottom lashes as she closed her eyes to center herself and savor the bitter taste. “She, uh, turned the whole situation on my dad, in the end. Talked about how he didn’t want to help her even though she was sick, yadayadayada..” she rushed, exhaling the toke fully before continuing. “So she claimed she was taking off to go ‘rest’ and ‘get better’ for a few weeks and then never came back.” She giggled bitterly, the story somehow humorous for her to tell, the ripples of her laughter extending into a full blown fit.

“Like, what the hell, right? Can you believe people actually do this shit?” She breathed, Eddie nodded, a small smile on his lips as he watched her, letting her react any way she needed to. “I-I’m sorry, Y/n. I hope already know this but none of it was your fault—the way she treated you guys.” He said softly, bringing her hand closer to his face and playing with her fingers, nodding assuringly as he spoke.

Y/n’s laughter had fizzled, Eddie’s words being the conclusion. “Y-Yeah. Yeah it wasn’t.” She said, though she knew it wasn’t her fault, she’d never had anyone try to make sure she didn’t believe it was. “Thank you for listening.. I didn’t mean to cry, I don’t know what that was.” She brushed it off.

Eddie brought his hands up to trace her tear stained cheeks, feeling braver the longer he sat with her. He angled her face up to his own, looking down at her with shining brown eyes that made her stomach flip.

“Eddie—“

“Don’t ever..” he said lowly and leaned in close—so close his nose touched her nose and her breath hitched, warmth flooding her core. Eddie's breath fanned across her mouth, her lips opened slightly like they were going to chase after his as if it were the only source of oxygen.

He looked into her eyes earnestly, “—ever, EVER, apologize for crying. Not in front of me, okay? I wanna be the last person you have to worry about impressing.” He whispered, trying to discern whether or not she was moving closer or if he was.

“I—okay. I won’t.” She mumbled, too high to figure out anything else to say the didn’t have to do with the burning desire she felt inside. “I think you’re…” his eyes searched the sky for the right word, second guessing whether or not now was the right time to do all of this.

“Everything.” He decided. The word shot right through her chest, the bricked layers of her heart shattering like dropped ceramic. “Everything?” She almost whimpered, looking for his eyes and holding his hand on her cheek. Eddie smiled and nodded, “Absolutely everything, sweetheart. The only person I can pour my soul out to and be unafraid. The only person I like sharing weed with. Hell, you’re the only person I wanna hang out with anymore.” He revealed, trailing his fingers down to her jaw that he traced with his thumb.

“I feel some pretty deep things for you, Y/n, I don’t know if that makes sense right now, but I do.” He said, his hands falling to his sides as his brown eyes bore into her. Y/n’s hand bravely grabbed his, putting it back next to her face. “I think you’re everything too, Eddie.” She managed in a whisper, leaning into his touch as he stroked her cheeks with more purpose, burying the rest of his hands in her hair.

She felt as though they were floating, as if time had stopped and they’d been transported back into their own little world again. Eddie’s breath caught, his lips parting in surprise. He resisted the urge to crash his lips against hers, and instead leaned forward slowly.

Y/n’s heavy lidded eyes watched his lips carefully, finally feeling brave enough to stand her ground as he began to pull her to him. Her body lit ablaze as she let herself melt into him.

“Y/n! Kiddo, you up there?” Her father called from her bedroom window, their eyes shooting open and bodies separating as if Johnny were already on the roof. “Uh, yeah! Just a sec.” She called.

“I-I, I’ll be right back, Sam probably called or something, I’m so sorry—“

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll be right here.” He whispered close to her face and held her wrist gently, giving her a reassuring squeeze as she turned to climb down.

Y/n’s heart hammered in her ears with each step down from the tree trunk, though she knew her old man didn’t suspect anything. “Hey, kid.” Her dad sat with a cigarette burning on the ashtray that rests on her windowsill. “Hey..” She approached the window, leaning against the house like Eddie had been not long ago.

“Just, uh wanted to say goodnight. I know I don’t always do that, so I thought I would tonight. Sooo… goodnight.” He nodded as though he was trying to remember a line and did with success. “Good night.” She nodded back, unsure if that was the end of the conversation or if he expected her to crawl through the window again. Instead Johnny smiled at her and stood up from the bed, taking the cigarette with him.

“Don’t stay out there too long, it’s getting colder at night time. The stars and the pot will still be here tomorrow.” He said before closing her door behind him. Y/n gaped at him, shouting a flustered, “Okay! No problem!” She backed up, noticing a head of curls perched just above her window, a satisfied Eddie smiling with a joint ready to be lit between his lips.

“Looks like we got the answer to our question.” He mumbled around the filter as Y/n laughed, thinking back to their conversation from earlier. “You, uh, wanna burn one more out so I can look at the stars longer or do you need to get to sleep?” Eddie asked as she climbed up the tree to be with him. “Well how could I say no to that?” She sighed contently, walking over to take her previous seat next to him.

When Eddie saw her figure up against the starry night sky he couldn’t help but think about her being his favorite star of them all as if she came from them and not this earthly plane.

She smiled at him, noticing his thousand yard stare and just chalking it up to his high sending him into a daze. “What are you thinking about?” She asked bravely. Eddie’s ears perked at her confidence and smiled. “Jus’ the stars.” He shrugged. Y/n snickered at his blushing cheeks. Eddie sparked the joint up and handed it over to Y/n, letting her have the first real drag.

Y/n took a slow and strong pull, hoping to cough enough she’d feel a tad bit more comfortable. She inhaled it through her nose, the thick cloud slithering out of her mouth and through her nostril, “Damn, okay.” Eddie said with an amused smile as she took a deep breath and broke into her coughing fit while he lit a cigarette. Once again he saw the opportunity to pat her back and comfort her. “You’re very brave, I admire you for that. I throw up if I cough too hard. But here you are, iron stomach and steel nerves and all. Are you a fuckin’ robot? Who are you really?” He rambled, the warm and fuzzy high mixed with love washed over him from head to toe.

Y/n’s coughs were interrupted with laughter, her lungs starved of oxygen, “Oh god..shut up—can’t breathe.” She managed through the laughter and focused on controlling her breath. “If I’m a robot, what are you?” She asked once she regained composure. “Easy, a clumsy hobbit and a raccoon in a trench coat.” He fired back with a smile. “A clumsy hobbit and a raccoon in a trench coat?? You’re not even wearing a trench coat, I’ve never even seen you wearing a trench coat.”

Eddie took a drag and shrugged, “Guess we’re just that good aren’t we?” He high-fived himself as Y/n broke into hysterics, causing him to break with her.

“Ah shit, you’re lookin’ a little blue, babe.” He chuckled, the pet name sending warm and fuzzy feelings to both her heart and her core, which made her shift in her spot uncomfortably as she forced out another chuckle. “Y’know one time—actually the first time Gareth and I smoked together, we were in the woods, behind my trailer, in the summertime, at night, mind you.” He started his hands already moving and eyes animated with the story.

“Basically, we were smoking out of a beer can, and I ask him, ‘This isn’t your first time smoking, right?’ and the kid says to me ‘Oh, no, I smoke all the time.’ and I think nothing about it. After the first hit he’s coughing like crazy, I think nothing about it, everyone coughs. But then we smoke about a gram, and it’s 2 in the morning, we’re drunk, we’re high, it’s still hot as hell outside, and he gets quiet on me right before I say we call it a night and crash in the house, when he looks at me nods, turns his head and—BLEH!” He exclaimed, his hands miming the projectile vomit he was describing from Gareth’s mouth. “Blows chunks everywhere,” he laughs, his eyes on the moon in front of them as he finishes the story as he relives it, “—takes three steps and falls over, knocked out cold.” He shakes his head. “I thought he died. I was terrified. I carried him in the house, got Wayne involved, but Gareth came to before I called the police on myself to get an ambulance out there. He gives me shit about ‘almost killing him’ all the time.” He laughed, settling back in his spot and took a drag of his cigarette before switching her for the joint.

“Holy fucking shit, I have to tell Chrissy about that, she’s gonna—“

“Why Chrissy?—Oh yeah, that’s who you were on the phone with earlier..” He cocked his head in confusion. “Yes! That’s who thought I was being murdered when you showed up at my window,” she chuckled as he made a face that imitated embarrassment and rubbed the back of his neck, “Oops.” He said quietly as she rolled her eyes playfully and nudged his shoulder with hers before continuing, “Anyway, we gotta play Cupid if she dumps Jason, cause Chrissy’s gotta crush on none other than the drummer of Corroded Coffin, himself.” She said with widened eyes for dramatic flair. Eddie gasped, practically shitting a brick, “I KNOW! But you gotta swear you won’t say anything to him or anyone else about it until after she’s ready to ask him out, okay?” She turned to him urgently, holding up her pinky for him to hook.

Eddie nodded without hesitation, wrapping his pinky around hers and kissing it, only thinking afterwards he hoped it went over okay with her. His eyes darted up to hers to gauge her reaction. Y/n smiled at their hands and then met Eddie’s gaze. “You wanna go hang out in my room? Listen to some music before I gotta go to bed?” She shrugged, playing with his rings absentmindedly.

“How can I say no to that?” He asked in response.

They quietly made their way into her bedroom, the blackness of night swallowed up by the closing of her lace curtains. Eddie entered first, standing by the window and helping Y/n through, squeezing her hand once before he let her go.

The look of an idea crossed Y/n’s face, “You wanna snack?” She whispered close to his ear. Eddie couldn’t deny his knees feeling weak as he nodded, “Yeah?” She asked with quiet excitement. “Would you wanna split a bowl of cereal?” She shrugged as she walked to her door and Eddie nodded, knowing he’d be ready to sharing anything with her; a joint, a cigarette, a drink, a meal, a bite, a piece of gum, his last breath if it kept her alive a second longer than him, maybe?

He sat on the end of her bed until she returned with a heaping bowl of Froot Loops, “Here, go ahead. ” She said in a whisper. He smiled, stepping out of his shoes and creeping over to her, his dark clothes contrasting beautifully with the glowing and homey oranges surrounding him as he took the bowl from her so she could lock the door as he took a big bite, sighing softly at the satisfying sweetness of the milk and cereal.

The gold knob on the dark wood door clicked softly. Eddie turned, watching her work at cozying the space and clearing off the nightstand and windowsill around her bed. Eddie smiled as he chewed when she brought out the blanket they took to the roof last, wondering if it still smelled like that night. He knew he wanted to live in the stale smoke and the scent of her perfume and laundry detergent forever.

“You wanna pick some music?” She asked as she spread the blanket across her bed and straightened her pillows. Eddie nodded, setting the bowl down on her nightstand and stepped over to the stereo, narrowing his eyes at the rows of titles in front of him. When she was satisfied with their space she joined him in his search. “I must say, I’m kinda in the mood for some Fleetwood Mac.” He retrieved the tape from its spot and grinned when he met her eyes, all puffy and tired looking behind the pink that contrasted so beautifully with her iris, the colors amplified in the warm light of her lamp.

“I love the way you think, Munson.” She smiled and took the tape from him, loading it into the deck and pressing play and adjusting the volume while Rhiannon trickled in.

“This one’s my favorite.” He sat down toward the end of her bed, more comfortably this time than last time. Y/n joined him, tossing him a couple pillows as she got under the blanket in the very corner opposite him. “Mine too.” She agreed, looking rather comfy, “Will you get the bowl, pretty please?” She asked quietly, contently. Eddie couldn’t help but smile, wondering what domestic bliss would feel like with her as he handed her the bowl.

They passed it back and forth between them for a little bit before finally getting shoulder to shoulder to pass only the spoon until they finished and split the milk. “At the rate we’re going we’re gonna get sick someday.” He joked as he set the empty bowl on the nightstand. “Then we just won’t share when we don’t feel good, simple.” She shrugged, settling in under her blanket, her thick fringe of eyelashes looking awful heavy now.

“You look pretty sleepy, sunshine.” Eddie teased softly as he leaned closer to her. She giggled and shook her head, “I’m not tired, my eyes are just heavy, there’s a difference.”

“Mmm, no, that’s what old people say right before they get in trouble for resting their eyes, you need to get to sleep.” He chuckled and bent over for his shoes. “No, no, stay for a little longer.” She urged in a whisper, one hand reaching for him as he turned around. He couldn’t resist the smile breaking across his face at the sight of her sleepy eyes. “Okay, just a little longer. You mind sparing some of this blanket though?” He nodded at the space next to her.

She smiled and opened up the blanket as an invitation for him to join her. He stealthily dove in, unable to resist pulling her close, his heart lurching when her hands found his shoulders while his arms found her waist. When he had the chance to overthink his decision he began to withdrawal, “Sorry, sweetheart—“

“Oh my god, Eddie, you’re freezing!” She exclaimed while taking his hands in hers and rubbing them and his arms the best she could and held them close to her without even thinking. Eddie thought he could keel over from their proximity and her touch alone, her mouth being close to his hands always did something to him.

“How’s this?” She asked, snatching him from his thoughts. “Th-That’s a lot better, thank you.” He mumbled, his eyes desperate to soak up every moment of her caring for him.

“Anytime.” She said, letting their hands rest between them on the bed, their fingers overlapping just the slightest though no one moved. “I think you might be the best friend I’ve ever had, Eddie.” She said, her eyes fluttering closed as she began to draw small circles on his knuckles with her finger.

Friend? The best of them all? Eddie smiled bitter sweetly at the girl in front of him. “I’m honored, Princess.” He whispered, matching her volume. “I wanna be the best friend you’ve ever had.” He whispered as he watched her breaths deepen, her jaw going slack and lips parting just the smallest bit, falling through the floor of consciousness and into sleep.

Eddie allowed himself a couple more minutes of soaking it all in, tracing the shapes of her face with his eyes, brushing a strand of hair off her face, trailing his fingers down her cheek softly and grinning when a faint smile crossed her face in her dream.

He sat up and retrieved his shoes as he tried to minutes before, slipping on the reeboks without lacing them. Eddie glanced down at her sleeping figure tucked under their blanket and smiled, wishing he could be there to tell her good morning.

He quietly walked over to her desk, spying a notepad and pencil cup to use at his disposal. He picked up the blank notepad and wrote quickly.

“Hope you sleep as soundly as you look like you are. Good night and good morning (: -E”

He nodded approvingly and set it on her nightstand next to her bed and eased across the end of her bed to open the window all the way for his escape. He tried to keep as quiet as possible so as to not wake the sleeping angel he was begrudgingly leaving.

As he stepped out into the unkept flower bed, the cold swarming him like a moth to a flame, he closed the window quietly. Giving her one last look, he pressed a kiss to his finger and stuck it to the glass where her head rested on the pillow. “See you tomorrow, friend.” He smiled half-heartedly and made the chilly trek home.

Part 6

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[sunnylands-world]

Professor Malfoy

Pairing: draco Malfoy x reader x Scorpius Malfoy series

Summary: It's a brand new year at Hogwarts. You and other children are just beginning their 6th year but you never planned to fall in love with your professor who is also your boyfriend's dad and parents best friend…

Word count:482

Warning:age gap, cheating, future smut, future angst and fluff, shitty boyfriend Scorpius, hurt comfort relationship between draco and reader, mentions of divorced parents and lovers, teacher x student

A/n:I think that's it for warnings but there may be more in the future LEAVE A COMMENT, REBLOG AND SUCH PLEASE 🥺

Part 3 part5

Scorpius's pov

Scorpius grinned as he walked over to the redhead who was still engrossed in the conversation with her friends when she finally turned to see Scorpius she looked just like all the other girls at her side, amazed by him. He knew he had her right where he wanted her

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𝑇𝒉𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡𝒉𝑠 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟

The air was blowing, people were wearing fur coats, and teachers were cracking down on their rules. Well not necessarily with you because you had a good relationship with your teachers especially Mr. Malfoy. You two had started to talk more and his son seemed to be the topic because he rarely saw you or his father. At first it was the both of you asking where or if either one of you had seen him; of course you did see him but he wasn't like he was when you had met him but if you're being honest he hadn't been in a while.

Today wasn't any better as you came to class earlier, your books slamming on the desk startling the butterflies in your hair and Draco which he had told you was his first name. Tears were running down your cheeks as you tried to wipe them away but they continued. Draco turned to you, grabbing a chair to sit himself in front of you. "What's wrong darling, why are you crying?" he said, his eyebrows frowning out of concern, "your son said I should straighten my hair, that it was too puff looking today!"

You huffed out and Draco sat up. He looked frozen in place as he looked at you. He didn't say anything looking deep in thought. "Draco, professor are you alright? " you Asked looking at him, he shook his head taking a deep breath."he doesn't deserve you, and I know he's my son but this is like the fifth time you've come in here crying this week" he says and he leans forward cupping your face in his hands, the both of you just looking at one another and for a while it's pure silents just grayish blue eyes pulling you in.

"break up with him" he says and you blink rapidly trying to pull yourself from previous thoughts. "what!?" You say pulling back. He sighs, grabbing the bridge of his nose. "Look I wasn't going to say anything but the reason I didn't know about you two is because he told me you weren't serious" he says looking back at you with sorrow. Your mouth falls open and new tears replace the old ones.

Draco comes towards you wrapping his arms around your small frame, caging you in from the outside world as you cry, every inhale for breath fills your sense with his scent that gives you comfort but even now as you sobbed

You didn't want to believe it. you couldn't and you weren't going to…

Request open 💙

Draco's lovers and requests:

@alexxavicry, @sarahthehuffpuff,

@supercoffeeblogs, @thatwattpadobsessed

@ameliaclare04, @kyracanwrite

[lovelykhaleesiii]

OK I HAVE MORE!

so first of all, FUCK YEAH CHONKY BABIES WITH AEGON! like my own belief is that babies are cute unless they are all chubby and cute and just imagine somebody going like 'oh they are his father's children' as a way to insult both children and father and you just cradle the child closer all proud because your babies are the pretties, how could they not be when they are made by you and their father, aegon!

also oh gods, so. like the appeal to me of chubby! aegon is the fact that as somebody low key insecure about their body, I do feel like I'd just feel understood and also I don't know, I love words of affirmation but the physical proof that this man wants you? I... ugh... so, so freaking hot. like, you mention that maybe that dress isn't for you and he is like fucking you in it because, of course you are perfect in anything if anything that dress isn't deserving of your pretty body.

ALSO YEAH! a nice time in the garden with you trying to be composed because THAT IS VERY MUCH IN THE OPEN, AEGON, your mother's window literally is right over this spot! and also the annoyance at him ripping your dress but also you'd be lying if you said that you don't find it sexy and the urgency that mars his features and the knowledge that he'll keep to his promise to buy you a prettier one because he takes such a good care of you.

and oh gods, I feel like that take onto aemond wanting to leave something behind to you is so good! but also so angsty because he also doesn't want to be like his father and neglecting his son and low key he leaves behind letters in the case, he won't come back to his son, while you sleep after you are fully satisfied.

omg y/n & Aegon’s babies would be the prettiest! perfect mixture of your features and his!!! I would cherish my chunky babies with Aegon so fucking much. I’m not even maternal but the way I’d be so protective over them just like Nyra is with her boys UGHHHHH Aegon just would melt though seeing you cradling and holding his chonky babies!!! He hates how much pain you endure when you give birth tho, cause fuck that would hurt, but you’d do it all over again for him 🥺

yeah I just think he’d be so soft (physically and mentally) he’d be so insecure but overtime he’ll learn to appreciate himself & even use his mass against you (if you know what I mean). I think for me, I just generally am attracted to bigger / taller guys, LOVE A DAD BOD cause I’m a little bit of thicc girl myself 🤭 and I feel like just their body, the idea that they can protect and you feel so secure in their arms makes me feral.

Aemond 🤝 Angst … our poor bubba, he REFUSES to be anything remotely like Viserys. if he hears you’re pregnant, he’d definitely aim to come home in one piece after every battle. he’s switches into a lethal machine when it comes to his family with you.

[loneamaryllis]

An anon asked me a question about a Harrymort son so now it has me thinking of PH if Harrie and Voldemort had a son... We know Harrie would be a great mom and it has me thinking...

What kind of father would Voldemort be in PH? A helicopter parent? Overprotective? The sort that the kid sees him only at dinner but the kid always knows he’ll be there for him if he needs him? Does the boy admire him or fear him? Or does Voldemort spoil the boy rotten, gives him head pats 🥺 and gets him ready to be a powerful wizard?

Argh, I need answers!

Also, if the kid misbehaved, would Voldemort spank him 🤣? I bet Harrie would argue with him over it and he’d be like “Do you want to take our son's punishment then, my dear? 😈”

Knowing Harrie, she would 😭😭

PH Harrymort son, pls behave, your papa is EVIL (and we love him for that ❤️🥹😌)

Sending love ❤️❤️

Harrymort son, aw.

I'm not sure Harrie would be a great mom. That depends on where in the timeline the pregnancy is happening. If she's still at Voldemort's throat and they haven't settled in a sort of calmer relationship (as calm as it can be anyway, there's always going to be friction), then there would be a lot of angst and she'd probably resent her own son. She could go Dark Harrie and use him against his father, knowing he cares for him.

If it's like in a few years, in a scenario where Harrie is reluctantly his apprentice and still hates him but accept that it's her life now, she's there to counteract him and soften his cruelty when she can... then she'd love her son and spoil him as much as she could.

Voldemort would be so proud of his own, in any scenario. He'd give him everything he could ask for (more, actually, like he'd get stupidly expensive toys, and he'd eat out of silver spoons, everything Voldemort didn't get as a child).

Voldemort would also expect his son to be a great wizard, and he'd start teaching him dark spells at a young age. Harrie would protest, and tell him he's going to traumatize the boy, but Voldemort would have his way. I'm not sure the poor kid would be very emotionally balanced with such parents, haha.

I can see the "spank me instead" scenario happening. :D

[backtraf]

Aw man now you got me thinking of Kelvin (post rescue and recovering) not being able to recognize/remember his love ones who came to see him. And Tim witnessing it 🥺😭

Is that angst I smell?

Tim was sitting there in the hospital when Kelvin's parents first came to visit. He had only met them once before. It had been two days after they were rescued, and they had wasted no time packing and flying out to see him. It made Tim smile, but his heart dropped when Kelvin showed no recognition in his face.

He turned to Tim and signed, 'Who are they?'

Tim blinked in shock. 'They're... your parents.'

It was Kelvin's turn to be shocked. He sat there and considered it before frowning. 'I don't remember...'

He lowered his hands and gripped the bed sheets as he tried to put on a smile for his parents, trying to stamp out the feeling in his gut that he didn't know these people.

Tim stood up and greeted the couple before pulling them off to the side.

"I know you might not remember me, but I'm from Robby's unit and we were stranded on the island together. My name is Tim. I need you to know that Robby had a pretty traumatic brain injury when we got stranded, and with no medical help, he doesn't remember a lot of things... He said he doesn't remember you guys. He's also deaf, but the doctor seems hopeful that he could get some hearing back, but it won't be a complete restoration of hearing."

They both started crying, and the woman covered her mouth to stifle it. The man pulled her in for a hug, and they sat there for a few moments.

Tim placed his hand on the father's shoulder. "What he needs right now is support. I'm sure he'll come to recognize you guys again, he just needs time."

They pulled apart, and both nodded, trying to dry their tears and make themselves look presentable. Tim pulled out the notepad he for some reason, still kept on him and handed it to them along with a pen.

"You'll need this for now."

They accepted it and thanked him. He was about to step out to give them time by themselves with him when he was stopped by the father.

"If he doesn't recognize us, you should stay. He probably needs a familiar face to be with him. I know my son, and even he likes to pretend he isn't, I know he's an introvert at heart."

Tim nodded and walked back into the room with them, sitting back in the chair while he watched his parents try their best not to cry as they conversed with him. He'd remember them. It would just take time.

[soleilnomoon]

Your request with Ace being a father pls its so cute and heartbreaking🥺 and how you mentioned Sabo at the end gave me an idea 🧍🏻‍♀️ how about, as Luffy thoughts, Sabo helps reader and Ace’s child and goes as much as he can to Wano ? He really loves his nephew and at the end reader sees Sabo as more than the uncle of her child (obviously it’s reciprocated). The child really loves his uncle too, Sabo tells him stories about his father. He knows Sabo isn’t his father but along the way, he starts seeing Sabo as such. And maybe it’s difficult for Sabo to be here because he’s a revolutionary? (some angst to spice things up) If they end up together with an happy ending it’s as you want 🥴 I just really loved your work, it made me discovered your blog thank you for your time ❤️

awww tomg it’s wild, i didn’t expect ppl to like it like that one, but i’m glad you did (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ sabo is tragically family-oriented, so i can see this happening & i do love tragedy and romance, so i hope you have fun reading this one too ❤️ (also thank you, that means a lot)

1.8k, fem reader, sfw (a lil fluff if you look w binoculars & angst but not too too much), 18+ mdni, sabo is a big softie deep down what can i say, no real warning except that i'm sad over ace all over again

with the assistance of robin, luffy crafts a short, somewhat unintelligible letter to his only living brother; sabo’s face blanches at the contents, knowing exactly who it is without needing to see the childish signature at the bottom. without giving too many details away, he’s able to pick out the clues his simple-minded brother leaves him, not bothering to tell anyone where he’s off to before he seeks you out. with kaido out of the picture, it’s much easier to travel to wano — being second-in-command of the revolutionary army has its perks, along with plenty of danger. he knows this more than anyone — knows that he should be more careful, should consider what potential danger his presence might bring about, but he can’t help it.

when his memories resurfaced after nearly a decade, it took him some time to adjust. all of the things he thought were true suddenly felt heavy, dream-like, and maybe he’s started to reconsider the path he’s chosen in the name of justice. he packs light, travels like the wind — fast, ruthless, necessary — barely sleeps, the anticipation eating at him night after night.

because luffy assured you that sabo — the sabo that ace once thought was dead, from the story that sat with you for years, that made your heart break repeatedly, not just for ace but for your son, as well — is alive and well and that he will, most assuredly, take care of you.

it’s a comforting thought, one that you thought was made with good intent, but that you didn’t quite believe would be actually true. until, sabo stands on your doorstep, knocking repeatedly — eager, nervous, and a bit emotional. you’ve never seen what he looked like, so it takes you by surprise when a tall, blond man greets you with a grin — it mirrors luffy’s and ace’s, surprisingly. your older sister is out for the day, so she won’t chastise you for letting in a complete stranger, and your son is taking a nap, giving you both the time you need to get acquainted.

before he even tells you his name, you know who he is. his mannerisms are refined, yet a little rough around the edges — you assume he’s had formal training at one point in his life, but don’t actually press him for the answer. you mean to ask him to prove that he’s actually ace’s adopted brother, but his mini-me wakes suddenly, crying loudly, big, fat tears gliding down his chubby cheeks as he stumbles towards you.

sabo, in the middle of drinking the tea you so kindly prepared for him, chokes on the hot drink, spilling it down his dark shirt, standing from the table and unable to believe his eyes.

he’s seen a lot, working as a revolutionary, but this — this… this was too much.

even his reunion with luffy took him by surprise; he had to hold himself back in order to allow his younger brother to process everything. and now, the same is happening to him; again. as you tend to your son, sabo watches, doing his best to keep it together, fingers trembling so he balls them into a fist as he watches the scene before him. his eyes never leave you, which is a problem; one of the reasons why you fell so fast for ace was due to his uncanny ability to see more than he lets on. sabo is the same; that sharp perceptiveness unnerving, putting you on edge.

yet, you can’t bring yourself to tell him to leave. if anything, it brings a familiar feeling, one that you want to keep as close as possible. your son peeks at him from tear-stained lashes, blinking slowly, the unknown man should scare him, but he doesn’t. sabo’s gaze softens and he takes long, measured steps towards you both. like his father, your son is a pretty good judge of character, so it’s no surprise that he takes to sabo right away.

he crouches down to talk to ace’s son, amazed at how similar he is to the father he’ll never know. and, while sabo only has the child version of ace in his mind, he has no doubt that his sworn brother barely changed over the years. his smile never wavers, even as he picks his nephew up, even as he spins the child around, watching in amusement as he laughs and laughs and laughs. the sound is infectious, so you laugh too. and sabo, who spent a lifetime chasing away his inner demons, smiles genuinely, a warmth enveloping him, one that will keep him stable for many years to come.

you insist he stays over, and he doesn’t fight the invitation, wanting to talk to you more, to understand his brother — his motives, his dreams, his reasoning for coming to wano in the first place. it’s early in the morning by the time you finish your story to completion; sabo drinks it all up, content that ace knew a bit of happiness before he died, grateful for your role in his life. he places a large hand over yours, squeezing it gently, thanking you repeatedly, tears revealing a much darker truth that he thought he buried deeply.

so you sit with him by the fireplace, not wanting to leave his side, completely understanding that level of sorrow. life truly is as unkind as it is beautiful; despite all of those negative feelings, the ones that weigh you down late at night, you still manage to find some semblance of peace — in the form of your son’s smile, his morbid curiosity, his striking resemblance to his father in more ways than you can count. sabo, while he doesn’t think he deserves to be here, not when his brother died in the midst of battle, enjoys the time he spends with you and your son. he stays for much longer than he means to, and on his last day, he promises to keep in touch — going so far as to leave behind a sum of money for you.

it’s another three months before you see him again. your son has grown a bit more, is a little more of a handful each day, but sabo is all the more excited to see him like that. 

he brings gifts for both of you, and even after you tell him repeatedly that he doesn’t have to, he insists on it. you don’t have it in your heart to refuse him — especially when he gives you those adorably stubborn looks, the ones that remind you of ace, the ones that mirror your son’s. it’s funny, you didn’t think you’d find comfort in the company of another like this again, but it gets harder and harder to say goodbye to him each time he visits. for your son, it’s equally devastating. he gets quite used to sabo’s presence, cries when he’s not around, likes when he gets to play with the man who you tell him is his uncle, but he insists is something more than that.

because you’re used to the stubborn streak your son has, you don’t fight him on it; mostly because a part of you understands how he feels. 

sabo is quite charming, devastatingly handsome, highly intelligent, strong — you love ace, or loved, rather, and always will, but something about sabo’s presence feels just like home. with each visit, you miss him more and more; and one night you confess as much to him. it’s after you’ve cleared the table, after you’ve washed and dried each dish, after sabo’s tucked your son into bed, and you’re able to properly talk to him.

a moment of hesitation makes you think you’ve said the wrong thing, but sabo smiles at you, a bit sad, a bit hopeful, and wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for an embrace that feels much more intimate than it should be. instead of pushing him away, you bury your face in his chest, inhale his scent, commit him to memory — because you don’t know the next time you’ll see him again. you know the line of work he’s in is rather dangerous, and you know better than to keep faith that he’ll come back alive — life on the grand line is rough, unpredictable, and he’s wanted by the world government.

you sure know how to pick them, don’t you.

this doesn’t phase him one bit, however, as he’s made up his mind. he’s grappled with the guilt of falling for you for long enough. it gets harder for him to resist touching you, to stop himself from wanting to kiss you, from staring a little too hard whenever you’re within eyesight. when sabo wants something, he goes for it; and, besides, he’s sure this is what ace would’ve wanted. for you to be with someone who will take care of you — and your son — who will love you despite how messy your life is, who will protect you til his dying breath (something that terrifies you). you don’t realize you’re crying until he rubs his hand on your back, soothing you in soft tones, his voice deep, yet melodic, a lullaby that will keep you safe for years to come.

your heart yearns for what it can’t have; that’s what you keep telling yourself. even after he assures you that yes you can have what you want, that he won’t falter, that he’ll come back to you alive — he’s already died once, after all. the thought is laughable, a little romantic, and tragic. you want to believe him so badly, but can’t bring yourself to do so. he knows it’s an impossible dream; but if there’s one thing about sabo, it’s that he will make the impossible happen, no matter how long it takes.

his lips coast along the curve of your cheek, dropping an impromptu kiss there, before moving to the other side. you sigh, fingers clinging to his jacket, the tears neverending — you’re not sure when you became this emotional, but he continues to place soft kisses along your skin, until he gets to your mouth. he takes his time kissing you, mapping out the shape of your lips with his tongue, a hand on the back of your neck, holding you steady as he brings forth a need that doesn’t quite make sense to you. the kiss is a promise; that he’ll come back to you no matter what, that he’ll try to stay for longer next time, that one day it’ll be the three of you for real.

and you receive his kiss with a gusto, wanting to believe him so badly, and maybe — just maybe — things will work out. maybe you will get the happiness that you’ve been chasing, maybe you’re not as alone as you think you are. sabo is of the same thought, having not realized that his heart was missing something until he met you. it makes it that much more difficult for him to part from you, but he does it knowing that he has a goal in mind, that he’ll make it so you can be together without difficulty; that your son will have the family you want him to have, and that he, too, will have some semblance of happiness that won’t leave him raw and unfeeling afterwards.

[lyranova]

Hello, I have just discovered your stories and my favourite is Alistar! Can you do an angst story if Alistar died in front of his father because he got caught by it or he was fighting alongside him? If so thank you!

Hiya anon (I’m assuming its the same anon that sent these messages since they’re similar 😅)! Aw thank you so much I’m so glad you enjoy Alistar 🥺💕, that makes me very happy to hear 🥰! Of course I can, it’s funny how so many people all want Alistar to go through angst lately lol 😆! And funny enough I’ve already “killed” Alistar off once before in COTF, which was what he was created for, but I got too attached (as did everyone lol) and brought him back 😆. But I hope you enjoy 🥰!

Word Count: 1,574

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death

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This wasn’t how this mission was supposed to go, it was supposed to be a simple and easy mission. The Golden Dawn was just supposed to clear a dungeon and take the relic out before bringing it back to the kingdom, there wasn’t supposed to be any bandits or traps or anything of the sort. At least that’s what their intel told them.

But oh how mistaken it was.

The Golden Dawn had quickly cleared the dungeon of any traps or bandits that were lurking inside and claimed the relic.

“ Huh, that was a lot easier than I thought it would be.” Alistar Vangeance, son of Captain William Vangeance, and currently Vice-Captain of the Golden Dawn said with a slightly smug grin. William scoffed and shook his head.

“ Not all dungeons can be challenging, you know, and don’t let your guard down just yet. We still have to make it outside before we can call this mission a success.” William told his son seriously, he heard him sigh before he scratched the back of his head.

“ You’re right, you’re right. Sorry father.” Alistar said softly, William couldn’t help but chuckle at the young man and he walked over to pat him on the shoulder.

“ It’s alright. You’re allowed to be proud of yourself, but temper yourself so that you don’t come across as arrogant.” William said and his son nodded.

“ Here’s the relic father. It looks like it could crumble into dust at any minute.” He muttered and William nodded in agreement. If he had to guess he figured the item was as old, if not older, than the first ever Wizard King. William took it from his son and placed it into the bag on his hip.

“ Now that we have it, let's go home,” William said before a small grin appeared on his face. “ You have a date with Hikari, yes?” Alistar’s face immediately turned red at the mention of Hikari Yami.

“ Y-You’ve got the wrong idea! It’s not a date, it’s just a…we’re just hanging out and catching up that’s all! It’s not a date!” Alistar shouted in surprise as his face was as red as a tomato, William began to laugh at his son’s reaction.

He knew his son had a crush on Hikari, everyone seemed to know this, except for the woman herself. She continuously repeated to everyone that he was her best friend, that they were each other's bodyguards, and that there wasn’t anything romantic between them. Which of course was like a dagger to Alistar’s heart. But those words and assurances didn’t stop people from knowing Alistar’s feelings and for teasing him about it slightly.

“ That sounds like a date, doesn’t it?” William asked curiously, and Alistar shook his head.

“ In order for it to be a date both parties have to have romantic feelings for one another, and since I’m the only one who has romantic feelings, it doesn’t count as a date.” Alistar muttered softly, hurt evident in his voice.

William sympathized with his son completely. He could only imagine how it hurt Alistar to know, or to think, that Hikari didn’t feel the same way about him that he felt about her. He had gone through a similar faze with his wife Zera, but it wasn’t to this extent. Maybe one day Hikari would give Alistar an answer one way or the other about how she felt, or instead, maybe Alistar would get the courage to confess and let the chips fall where they may.

Suddenly, as the father and son were exiting the area, they felt a strong mana presence behind them. The two froze and looked at each other before turning around to look behind them.

The pedestal that the relic had been sitting on a moment ago was now occupied by a large demon, or maybe it was an angel left over from the battle with Lucius. It stared blankly at them and readied itself to attack.

“ Looks like you were right,” Alistar said with a sigh as he pulled out his grimoire. “ It was too early to celebrate.”

“ Indeed. But this shouldn’t be too much trouble for us.” William said as he pulled out his grimoire, and Alistar couldn’t help but snort at his words.

“ Who’s being arrogant now?” Alistar asked with a smirk before the father and son began to attack the creature, with their squad cheering them on behind them.

But the creature was harder to defeat than they thought.

It could mimic and adapt to their spells. It was able to use their spells' weakness against them while using its own spells that it had learned from previous mages that came before them. It was challenging, but eventually the two were able to defeat it.

“ Is it over?” Alistar asked slightly out of breath, he had used more of his mana then he would like to admit. His father, who was also slightly out of breath, nodded.

“ I believe it is,” William looked over at his son and smiled. “ Well done Alistar.” He watched his son blush a little bit before he smiled brightly at his father and rubbed the back of his head.

“ Thanks, that means a lot coming from you.” Alistar said honestly and William chuckled a bit as he began to walk away.

“ Does it mean more coming from me as your father, or as your Captain?” William asked curiously and he heard Alistar make a humming noise behind him.

“ Hm, both.”

William chuckled again and shook his head but suddenly frowned when he didn’t hear Alistar’s footsteps behind him.

“ Alistar? Is something-?” William asked as he turned around, he saw a look pass over Alistar’s face before he saw it.

The creature, heavily wounded and on the verge of death, stood up and began his final attack. Alistar pulled out his grimoire to make a blade of Welwitschia mirabilis and Sequoia before turning around and running towards it.

“ Alistar no!” William shouted in horror as he heard his son let out a shout and a bright flash of light appeared.

After a few seconds the light disappeared and the creature was lying defeated on the ground. Alistar was standing behind it, breathing heavily. The young man had defeated it once and for all.

“ Woo hoo! Well done Vice-Captain!” The Golden Dawn cheered and shouted behind them, and William smiled warmly as he stared at his son's back.

He was so proud of Alistar. He appeared to be even stronger than William was at his age, and if he kept on going higher and higher like this in the future, maybe he would end up following in William’s footsteps to become Captain of his own squad, or maybe even become Captain of the Golden Dawn someday!

But without warning, Alistar’s robe began to go from white to red. The boy slowly turned around, with his signature smile on his face.

“ I protected everyone, didn’t I? That means…I did well, right?” He asked softly, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear him. He suddenly fell to his knees before landing on his side.

“ Alistar!” William shouted as he ran towards his son, he moved past the creature to get to him. His heart beating loudly in his ears and the only thought running through his head was:

Please no…please not my son!

“ Alistar,” William said softly as he picked up his son's upper half and held him in his arms. “ You’re okay! I’m right here, you’re going to be just fine!”

But Alistar wasn’t fine. The creature’s spell had left a large wound in Alistar’s chest that, no matter how much William tried to heal it, just wouldn’t go away.

“ It’s going to be okay, you’re going to be okay! Just stay with me, Alistar! Just stay with me…” William repeated over and over, his purple eyes went from the wound on Alistar’s chest to his face and his eyes widened.

His son’s face was pale, his eyes were closed, and his usual smile was on his face. All of a sudden the night Alistar was born appeared in his mind, the way he had held his newborn son tightly in his arms was very reminiscent of how he was holding him now.

He hugged him close and kissed the top of Alistar’s head as tears flowed from his eyes. This couldn’t be happening…he couldn’t lose his son, not like this!

But he had.

As the squad took Alistar back home to have a proper funeral, and William tried to think of how to tell Hikari and Alistar’s other friends, he couldn’t help but wonder what on earth he had done to deserve this.

He had lost his wife while she was giving birth to their son, and now that son had also died, while protecting him and his squad no less. William laughed humorlessly, the people he loved and cared about most in this world had sacrificed themselves for others. What kind of cruel coincidence was this?

“ Maybe this is karma, the universe paying me back for what I did in the past. Through my actions I ended up causing many people to lose their wives, husbands, parents, and children. So now…it’s my turn to lose those things precious to me.”

He laughed again, of course, the universe always forced you to atone for your misdeeds and wrongdoings. Even if it cost you the things you loved most in the world.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[lost-in-sokovia]

Gather around the fire, children. It is time for Rosie Ro’s headcannons. • Peony and Jay have the most special relationship, but it has its trials. I feel like during her teenage years, she might have some pent up angst about Jay being absent and unreliable. She had the reader, sure, but her dad is so smart and caring and she really looked up to that—she wanted him around more often. But also, she’s a smart girl herself and comes to understand why he made the choices he did.

• Ariel believes in unicorns. Like, really believes in them. Fairies, too. She weeps like a baby when Klitz tells her that they’re fake. (It would probably be Klitz, he’s like “well they’re not scientifically correct honey! 🤓” and reader’s like “shut up let her dream.”)

• Speaking of the Klitz family, Tim can only produce girls. Like no matter how many Klitz babies happen, he’s a chronic girl dad. (I feel like he wants a million kids with the reader but she’s like “alright slow your roll bud we can only afford so many.”)

• Peter (he’s a Soph deep cut) and Genevieve are super close. They’re like the good ending version of Annie and Ellen.

• Annie makes Joby a lot more soft. He thinks he’s all rock and roll and no feelings, but he finds himself crying just thinking about her. (Fun fact: my dad used to be in a band and he kept baby pictures of me and my brother pasted to his instrument cases. Joby vibes for sure.)

• All of the Bezukhov babies would be progressive little boys and girls. Both Pierre and reader would instill more “out there” values in them for the time period and they all grow up to be outspoken in their opinions. (Pierre has that “he’s a little confused but he’s got the spirit” allyship energy about him haha.)

WOO, yippee! Feel free to agree or disagree with any of these, just my silly little thoughts. Love always! -🥀

oh i’m so excited for this okay

i totally 10000% agree with this. i think you’re spot on. i haven’t published a fic i started like six months ago yet, but like, it touches on jay being absentee and whatnot. those two are so strongly bonded though that yeah, they always work through whatever quarrels they have with each other.🤍

YES OH MY GOD. i used to love unicorns even when i knew they weren’t real. i just thought the idea of them was cool. but entirely, and ari won’t let her dad spoil things for aurora and she entertains her little sister’s love in magical beings for as long as possible :)

this man is fertile and he only makes girls amen in the name of the father, son, and timothy klitz amen

PETER OH MY LORD I LITERALLY NEVER TALK ABOUT HIM. okay this is the one headcanon i sadly have to deny because @spicedchaiandromeda and i have discussed in extent that like ginny HATES peter. she’s so jealous of him when he’s little and thinks her dad loves him more, which isn’t true of course. maybe one day i’ll touch on it but yeah, peter and ginny have a bit of a rocky relationship being half siblings and whatnot

OH A BILLION PERCENT. cause at night when he gets home late from a show and goes into her room to kiss her head, she’ll wake up and make him pull her into his arms and just rock her for a bit. she doesn’t care if he’s still a bit sweaty, she just wants her daddy. and he’ll hold her and look at her sleepy little face and sniffle because damn, what did he do to deserve this?

oh entirely!! dimitri is gay, so i mean it only makes sense!! you and pierre had always taught progressive and accepting beliefs to your children from the beginning, and when dimitri came out it became much more important. and the whole “he’s confused but he’s got the spirit” thing wipes me out because it’s totally true. pierre said “ally!🏳️‍🌈”

roro THANK YOU for the headcanons🥺 you give me motivation to complete my drafts and keep up with these babies. to everybody reading this, i apologize for the lack of interaction lately, i do love you all though and think about you🤍

[unlikely-alliance]

finished s1 of smallville today, took some miscellaneous notes / reactions throughout the season & posting below the cut mostly for me but also it’s possible someone may get a good laugh

101

how tf old are these people??? clark is a hs freshman? lana was 3 when the meteor struck and lex was 9?

clark and lana are so stelena coded

clark and lex… 👀

this soundtrack SLAPS… everything by life house????? I’m alive

102

I didn’t know lex/lana were gonna have scenes so early 😭 I love them I fear

the soundtrack continues to slap

not the bug boy having a papa roach poster in his room—

103

lex telling lana his coffee is perfect when it’s not even remotely close to what he ordered 🥹

104

lizzy caplan????

it’s giving katherine impersonating elena

105

just read that people thought chloe was gonna eventually be lois lane (pen name) and this looks like a chloe/clark episode… inch resting

lex walking right up to martha while she’s using a chainsaw askdjsjhkska DUMBASS

lex to lana: I think you’re with the wrong guy (I know he means clark but STILL 😏)

106

ERIC CHRISTIAN OLSEN??!!!?!!)!()(??????!!!?

does… does jonathan kent die at some point?

clark telling lex to drive slower because he could get hurt 🥺

“I think that’s your destiny clark, to help people, to save them from fear and darkness”

drowning in the corn tank… very a quiet place of them

107

AMY ADAMS??!!???!!?! what is going AWN

I have to admit I do see the appeal of clark/chloe and if I was watching this in 2001 I def would have shipped them

I can’t believe clark, lana, chloe and crew are genuinely supposed to be 14/15 right now and lex is like 20 asgjgkkf

clark making a drive in movie for lana at the kent farm for her bday— I’m not crying you are !!!

108

the candyman????? who was casting this show

awfully convenient that the next time clark had to save lex he was being affected by kryptonite… lucky this time

109

wow they’re really making chloe/clark/lana a triangle huh

110

clark interrogating lex about his new girlfriend saying ‘she doesn’t seem like your type’ and lex smirking at him for 5 seconds straight… what are they doinggggggg

I can’t even be mad at amy because I too would have an obsessive crush on lex if my mom was his housekeeper

111

clark liking chloe’s kiss… now they’re just taunting the chlark shippers

112

hellooooo shawn ashmore 😏

oh shit he absorbed clark’s powers

113

chloe interviewing lex & giving him shit… it’s giving 50 shades of gray I’m sorry

oh the clark/chloe angst… ‘I should’ve gotten to her’ while watching her in the hospital… it’s so good 😩🤌

whitney has powers now… inch resting

lex to clark: a man is measured by the quality of his friends

lana making lex proud with her business proposal 🥰🥰🥰

lex telling lana “this will be the beginning of an interesting partnership” in the same building where her parents met… that’s endgame ish right there

114

more clark/chloe angst with chloe prying into clark’s past and him telling her he’s not some mystery for her to solve… I’m sorry but they’re serving

lex working overtime to do damage control (mostly with the kents) every episode is so funny, give that boy a break

115

honest to god some of the special effects on this show are better than ones nowadays

jonathan belching directly into lex’s face… absolutely the highlight of the season

pete and chloe were carryingggg the walk n talk scenes on this show… west wing who??

this episode is fun (except for the creepy sexualization of 15 year old lana part, very riverdale of them)

this lex/lana scene ooooh they have the SPICE and lex seeing right through her act 🥺🥺

116

ryan outing chloe’s crush on clark we love to see it

117

this is a good episode idk what imdb is talking about rating it in the low 7s… the jonathan/clark (+lex/whitney) father/son drama is so good

118

clark kent 4 president <3

no but I love this girl who’s running against him

I’m sorry but clark/chloe have soooo much chemistry I’m so mad asdhhdd

how many people in this show are gonna be straight up murdered???? jesus

not clark telling chloe that she’s been the only constant in his life 🥺🥺

lex being proud of lana scheming 🥰

lana: I enjoyed being underhanded clark: lana lang being seduced by the dark side? <— foreshadowing? 👀

119

helloooo adam brody 🥰

air force recruiter to clark: I see you in a uniform flying 💀

chloe using adam brody to make clark jealous… she’s living my dream

CLARK ADMITTING HE WAS JEALOUS 🆘🆘🆘🆘

THE PRINCIPAL HIT ADAM BRODY???????

not this lex/pamela family drama making me cry—

the oc showrunners probably saw adam brody with chloe and said ‘get a blonde with short spiky hair for him STAT’ and brought anna in

clark grabbing chloe’s hand !!!!!!!!!! I’M GONNA SPIRAL

120

damn they really loved making chloe a damsel in distress huh

chloe was clark’s first kiss 😭😭😭

ok so someone was def trying to lure clark out huh

I liked lex’s line about the stars’ light reaching them now even though they died a thousand years ago / the past always having an effect on the present

the way clark says “hey 😐 … HEY 🥰😊” every time he sees chloe

not this john mayer song during this clark/chloe scene——— they were made for me I fear

121

clark’s truck blowing up ahdhshshsh my jaw DROPPED

I’ll say it… clark and chloe are steroline coded

why is this lana/whitney goodbye scene making me tear up 🫣

REMY ZERO PERFORMING AT THE DANCE !!!! and he looks just like lex lmfao

oh the drama!!! they simply don’t do season finales like this anymore

lex not saving his father… that shit was scury

+ misc tweets of mine throughout the season:

I hope the music supervisor of smallville s1 has a cold pillow every night and they have everything they ever wanted in life

really struggling with the fact that I ship lex/lana so much already and it’s only s1 and he’s supposed to be 20 while she’s 15???? this is horrible. like how have smallville fans coped with this over the years? I can suspend disbelief to a certain point but damn. this show is the worst case of casting 20+ year olds to play high schoolers I’ve ever seen no doubt

smallville 1x07 just ended with hero by enrique iglesias and then 1x08 opened with pacific coast party by smash mouth… yeah this show officially has the best soundtrack of all time

I’m only on ep 3 of smallville but clark/lana/lex is feeling very much like stefan/elena/damon

no one told me the smallville soundtrack was gonna slap this hard

[olivieblake]

Hi Olivie! Here is part 3 (and the last part for now) of the praise I’ve meant to give you throughout the year. If you can believe me please know I did have every intention of making this short but…

Spoilers for One for My Enemy included.

BESTIE DID YOU PUT SOME OF BABA YAGA’S INTOXICANTS IN THIS??? BECAUSE WOW WAS IT ADDICTING. Of course I HAVE to bring up MashaDima because damn the angst they had was INCREDIBLE. Now I am a lover of angst (one of my favorite things ever I deliberately find angsty fics and books to read because I love pain), and this one definitely gave me what I wanted. There were times I actually had to stop reading for the night because I physically could not move on from it. Here is the part that like really made me have to take a pause for a night LOL I texted all my friends these quotes and I said “how do I recover” and I never did so enjoy what sparked a breakdown:

“Don't make this about technicalities. We knew a long time ago we couldn't be together, Dima, we knew twelve years ago we didn't stand a chance. We chose our sides, and now-“ “No. You chose your side," Dimitri reminded her, stroking her hair as her eyes fluttered open, meeting his. "You chose. You didn't let me choose, did you?" She blinked. "What?" "You married Stas." His voice was gravely pained. "You shut me out. You gave your life to someone else." "Because I know, above everything, you are your father's son," she began, but Dimitri cut her off. "No. No, Masha, I am my own man." He stroked a line down the back of her neck, loosely cupping his hand around it. "Why didn't you let me choose you?" he asked hoarsely. "I would have gone to you, Masha, if you'd asked. You would've only had to ask, and I would have chosen you over everything."

"I love you," Dimitri reminded her, and reached up, touching her cheek as she stared at him; willing him, impossibly, to stop talking, or even less likely, compelling herself to go. "I will always love you, I will love you until the day I die-and if you're the one to kill me, then by all means, you should know without a trace of doubt you will not have turned me away. I will have spent the final beat of my heart loving you, just as I always have. Only you, Masha," he said, and she bent in anguish, resting her forehead against the still-sluggish motion of his chest. "Only you, forever, I promise."

They are plenty more quotes that had me like that, this book was a gold mine for quotes that will live with me forever. Like the quote how his love made it so she could never be weak and how her love made it so nothing will ever stop him (who gave you the right to wreck me with these please). I loved how you kept bringing up the sun, the moon, and the stars for them too. It got me all emotional every time. And their end had me full blown tearing up which never happens to me. I was so emotional (even though I was pretty sure their ending would be tragic it still broke me) but I’m also so happy they are getting their forever in the afterlife 😭. They will continue to cause me emotional distress forever as they now live rent free in my head so thank you bestie. Masha is also my girl, I’m not the eldest sibling (although I do only have one sibling and she has disabilities so I’ve been the older sister in a lot of ways), but I related to her a lot and I just love her so much, definitely one of my favorite characters that I’ve read of yours.

Moving on from MashaDima to other things I loved:

Of course, SashaLev. Their text messages had me laughing so much (like the serum for blushing that was $74.99) but also just in general. I loved their little reverse grumpy sunshine dynamic, as a grumpy gal myself I always love that dynamic. I’m very happy they got to write their long story together 🥺. I also loved all the sibling dynamics especially with the Antonova sisters, they felt so real. I definitely know I have had a red sweater incident with my own sister 😂. Loved the bridge too and all his sarcasm. The last thing I want to talk about is the quotes that dealt with grief and struggle/growth.

“You are not incomplete because a piece of your heart is gone. You are you, an entire whole, all on your own. If you have loved and been loved, then you are richer for it; you don’t become a smaller version of yourself simply because what you once had is gone.” and “Strength comes from struggle. Each time we bid farewell to a piece of ourselves we become different than we were. But each time we rise again in the morning it’s a victory. Keep your memories. Keep your emotions, Keep your pain. Use them. Happiness, contentment, they are dull but persuvies lures. A rosy disposition only means you miss what's lurking in the trees.”

The one about loss really stuck with me especially because as I’ve said before I lost one of my favorite people, my grandma, this year and some days that can still be really hard even though it’s been since February. I had the privilege of having her as my grandma and to be loved and to love her and I will always have those memories and be richer for it. So thank you for that. The second one sticks with me because of how true it is. It reminds me in part of coming out of depression and the struggles with that but also just in general too. Each day we can each battle different struggles but every day we wake up and fight again. I just love those two quotes so much and they have been sticking with me ever since I read them, so I just wanted you to know they mean something to someone.

I absolutely loved this story and I can’t wait for its release with new stuff (and more angst 👀 as you said on twitter). It actually comes out right before my birthday so I will be treating myself to all the editions for it.

Unrelated by I also saw your last newsletter and a line about a “The artist doing the end pages is still confidential but hooooooooly shit, you’re about to get your minds blown, especially if you love a morally grey angel and her golden retriever of a reaper.” had me SCREAMING. MayraCal are my beloveds I’m obsessed with them you don’t understand, it felt like a dream seeing that tease lol I’m so exicted!!!

I apologize that it’s taken so long to do all of these once again (and for my inability to keep anything short) but love you hope is all is well, have fun on tour!!! Will be back to send more praise after finishing more of your work.

-Amanda ❤️

I’m sad to hear about the loss of your grandma, but glad I could be there for you, however distantly. I spent a good amount of time working on the style aspects of OFME for its rerelease in april and I think there are more lines in it that feel… well, extremely OFME, haha. I always say that what some people want from atlas is actually more applicable in OFME, which is more of a romance and leans heavier on angst as opposed to irony. I do like to think there’s something extra propulsive about it compared to my other works, so thank you for the suggestion I’ve laced it with drugs. a very high compliment

and by now you guys know that @polartss is doing the MOD end pages—WOWWWOWOWOWOW are you going to die when you see them

[dancingtotuyo]

Great chapter! It’s so conflicting!!

I definitely love Bonnie and Joel together so much, they’re so cute together and work so well together. But obviously they’re in a shitty and complicated situation and it sucks that they have to get through the shitty stuff to eventually get to the good!

I honestly have such trouble truly feeling bad for Tommy. I know he has his problems but he’s an adult and father and it’s his responsibility to take care of his problems. But he just never did and ended up in jail and became even worse then. His wife is at home with his son, taking care of him and everything else and he can’t even be bothered to be the slightest bit present or thankful. (I probably would’ve send him some divorce papers at some point during these 2 years tbh.)

He says in the letter that he wishes he could be better for them but he could! He could be better but he chose not to be. He went to jail yeah, but he never took responsibility for all of his actions. I’m actually dreading him getting out because I can only imagine how terrible it’s going to be…

Is there going to be any cheating from Tommy in this story? Because right now I can definitely see him getting drunk and not giving a shit lol (if you want to share! If not just ignore this question hahaha)

And Nathan calling Joel Daddy 🥺 my freaking heart. That poor little boy. Just for him, I wish the reader would be a bit tougher with Tommy and not let him get away with being such an asshole. I can understand that he doesn’t want his son to see him in jail (shouldn’t have fucked up so bad then… lmao) and everything but he’s had absolutely no interest in his life??? He can’t even be bothered to properly talk to him on the phone. And that little boy deserves so much more than that and I’m glad he has Joel in his life for that 🥺 Joel as a boy dad has my entire heart actually. (Can we just imagine Nathan with a little toy tool belt and hardhat? wanting to help Joel with stuff around the house and he follows him around everywhere and copies Joels hands-on-hips stance?? Ugh yes please.)

I’m so curious to see what’s gonna happen next and I really hope reader and Joel get to be happy together at the end 🥺 I’m sure there’s gonna be plenty of angst first haha! Reader, pls don’t let Tommy suck you in again. He’s been nothing but terrible to you and you deserve so much more 🥺

Can’t wait to read more 💕💕

Hello dear anon!

I have read through this so many times because it fills my heart with joy to know that people care about this story so much to send PARAGRAPHS of their thoughts to me!

Yes, obviously Bonnie and Joel are in a shitty situation. This isn’t the first time they’ve had to partner up but it is the first time in dealing with Tommy being a dick. It’s the first time Joel has really had to pick up the pieces (though he’s been doing that for 2 1/2 years now).

I do think reader has been tougher with Tommy in the past, but I think she’s tired of fighting for it. Tommy isn’t even fighting her. How exhausting it is to fight when the other person won’t even do that. He’s gone apathetic and she doesn’t know what else to do but hope he snap out of it. But obviously, it’s taking its toll.

IF Tommy cheats. It won’t be because he doesn’t care. I know it may not seem like it- but none of this stems from Tommy not caring. Dude’s got trauma from the war (and prison) that he doesn’t know what to do with. He doesn’t know how to talk about it or process it. (Let’s remember it’s the 90’s too. Mental health care and support groups weren’t huge). To me, Tommy’s issue is that he doesn’t feel worthy and when he doesn’t feel worthy, he ends up pushing reader away.

THAT PICTURE YOU PAINTED OF NATHANIEL! Yesssss. Ugh! And a big yellow hard hat that’s too big for him. Picture him telling everyone he’s “uncle Joel” at Halloween 😭😭😭

You’re welcome in the inbox any time

Thank you! 💕

[mango-bango-bby]

We have yandere hawks's kids with wings but what if one kid took after more like the mom not only in appearance but also being quirkless, and their a little sad when they see all their siblings flying around.

♡ Just You ♡

(A/N: I know that I haven’t been posting a lot of fics lately 🥺🥺 I’m sorry!! Life has been very tough lately and I haven’t had a lot of inspiration. Also I know I just put out a domestic Hawks fic but I could help myself but write this)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, domestic stuff, kids, a bit of angst

Summary: Your daughter feels sad because she’s quirkless (Yan!Hawks x GN!reader *reader is referred to as ‘mama’ by the kids though*)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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It was stressful having four children, that was for sure. Although it was definitely nice to have a more calm child. Your youngest child was named Kumiko. She took after you more than Keigo. She not only looked like you and was calmer like you, but she was quirkless.

Kumiko sits on the engawa, not coloring with her crayons anymore but now watching her brothers as they jumped off a small rock in the yard to try flying. Keigo just watched with a small smile, calling out to them every once and a while with advice on how to fly better.

You look out the window from in the house, not missing the slightly longing look in your daughters eyes. She had brought her crayons and paper outside to just sit and draw but now she just sat and watched with a small frown on her face.

“Hey sweetie” you say stepping out on to the engawa with Kumiko, you said it not loud enough for any of your boys to notice or Keigo who was laughing at his sons failed attempt. She turns to you before looking away and grabbing her crayons again as if she wasn’t sad.

“I’m okay, mama” Kumiko says, looking back down on her paper to draw. She answered your question before you even asked. So you knew she was upset. “I know you’re upset, Kumi, do you mind telling me what’s wrong?” You ask, sitting down next to her. She seems to think for a moment before looking up at you and answering.

“Sometimes I wish I had a quirk like papa, and Haya, and Tsubasa and Kaito“ She says, turning to glance at her father for a moment. You sigh and give her a smile. “Aww, you don’t need worry about that. Look at me, I don’t have a quirk either” You say, Kumiko not looking up from her paper.

“But mama, I’m not like you” She says, clearly saying she couldn’t just let it go that she didn’t have a quirk. “I know, you’re my Kumiko. And you’re smart and kind, a great artist, and an absolute sweetheart to your brothers even when they annoy you” you say, pulling her into your arms and kissing her on the forehead.

“You don’t need to have wings like your father or your brothers, because you’re already amazing. You’re you and that’s all you need to be” You say, watching her eyes tear up a bit. It was the exact thing she needed to hear.

You look up to find Keigo staring at the two of you, a small smile on his face. You were the perfect parent to all four of his children. You were just perfect. You give him a small smile back, glancing over at your boys who were approaching you and Kumiko asking what was wrong and what happened.

Kumiko just smiled though.

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