#I got sick last week which is why this took awhile

[fourth-dimensional-thinker]

Doc + "About To Blow" | Requested by @daryfromthefuture

[lothirielswandc]

RAVEN VS FEAR TOXIN (Part I)

Lavender-scented steam rose from Raven’s mug. She inhaled the soothing fumes reverently, hoping it would coax out calm. 

The break room was mostly empty. Scarecrow removed test tubes from his lunchbox. Bane scarfed down a burger while scrolling through his phone. There was a dull throb of emotion. Her quiet company exuded small prickles of contentment and annoyance. Otherwise, it was serene.

Raven sighed and closed her eyes. It was an ideal atmosphere for contemplation.

Raven had a theory. There was ample evidence. The way warmth and electricity sprouted every time they touched. All of the time Raven spent with him, and how much lighter things seemed in his presence. The Sin of Lust adopted his form to seduce her. When he was absent, her mind knew there was something missing. There was an ache—a hole left in his wake. 

Raven had feelings for Damian Wayne. 

She had never felt anything like this before, which explained why it took her so long to acknowledge it. Raven wasn't naive enough to use the term “love.” The word “like” was too weak, but she feared giving the emotion more power. Because she had to consider the following. 

Did Damian feel the same?

Raven’s hands tightened on her mug. Perhaps he did, at some point. Damian kissed her back, didn't he? That could be considered evidence. But Damian left. He’d been gone for weeks. Possibly to escape her—and to fulfill his duty as Batman’s ward. 

Batman attended the Justice League meeting last night. Was it safe to assume that Damian had also returned? If so, should Raven dare to pursue him? Should she approach him about the kiss? Or would that permanently alter things between them for the worse?

Raven sighed and took a tentative sip. Her face scrunched up; there was a sterile taste beneath the lavender. Something almost medicine-like. Someone must not have replaced the water filter. 

“Ms. Grey, you are brooding very intensely over there,” The deep tremor of Bane’s voice snapped Raven out of her reverie. He had finished his burger and removed the small napkin laid over his lap to dab at his mouth beneath his mask. 

Raven stared at him over the rim of her mug. “Isn't that what we’re all about here?” 

“To the naked eye, yes. But villainy is about expressing your inner turmoil! Are you processing your emotions in a healthy manner? I could recommend a therapist—”

Scarecrow looked up from his work to roll his eyes at Bane. His gaze fell across Raven in the process. The former psychologist froze. Adrenaline oozed from him. “Stop! Where did you get that drink from?” 

“Um…” Raven pointed towards the electric teapot next to the Kerigg. She was one of the few who used it. Most villains preferred coffee. 

“D-did you use the water? From the sink?” Scarecrow fidgeted in his seat. His fingers trembled and his nails chattered against the table. 

Raven nodded.

Scarecrow rose so quickly from his chair that it clattered to the floor. “You must be hospitalized immediately—! Some of my Fear Toxin leaked into the water supply!”

Raven’s eyes widened. Her gaze slowly dipped down to her mug. This was her second cup. 

She set the cup down and edged away from the counter. Raven had never been exposed to Scarecrow’s Fear Toxin before. She knew what it did: it created vivid, violent hallucinations. Delusions weren't a foreign experience, but…

“Do you have an antidote?” Raven asked. It had been awhile since she had done so, but Raven could expunge some diseases. She never got sick. Could she do the same with Fear Toxin…?

Scarecrow’s head shook slightly. He was shaking all over. Raven’s skin crawled from Scarecrow’s overpowering fear. “It’s a new strain…”

Raven forced herself to take a long breath in, hold, and slowly released through her lips. My mind is a mess, but no one has better control over emotions than me. I’ve meditated for years on end. I’ve endured Trigon’s ridicule nonstop. I can do this. 

“I’m so sorry, Miss Grey! It was an accident, I swear—! Please stress that to Lex—!”

“You should have put up a sign! Signs are useful! I will escort you to safety,” Bane clasped Raven’s elbow with a giant hand and guided her out of the breakroom. Raven’s heartbeat echoed in her ears. 

“Do you feel woozy at all?” Bane asked. 

Raven’s breathing was louder. Her narrowed eyes whipped across their surroundings, watching for contortions of reality. The Fear Toxin was an illusion. Like a high-definition horror movie. Raven had experience with terror. 

Raven was fortunate. She was aware of the poison. Others weren't so lucky…Raven could refrain from fighting back. Resist. 

But it would be better to wait this out somewhere safe. Somewhere empty.  

“I’m okay. I can walk myself, Bane.” Raven insisted. 

“Don't be a hero. Fear Toxin is a serious thing! You should not be alone right now.” 

Raven pressed her lips together. If she let Bane drag her to a hospital, that would make things worse. She hated hospitals. Too much pressure, too much fear. Besides, if something did happen, Raven didn’t want Bane  or any civilians to suffer by her hand. 

I need to get out of here, away from people. I need— 

“Conner!” Raven threw a frantic look over her shoulder. If she said Conner’s name loud enough, he or someone with advanced super hearing might come. Raven preferred Conner’s company. He’d probably downplay the situation for her sake. He wouldn't hover or worry in front of her face like Clark. 

“Do you know where Superboy is? Maybe he can take me to the…hospital quicker,” Raven pronounced each term distinctly, hoping she could be heard through thousands of voices conversing. 

It could be nothing. I could be overreacting. I could be immune.  

But her heart was beating rapidly like she’d chugged five redbulls in a row. 

“You should call him. Your family should know about this—” Bane suggested. 

John and Zatanna immediately came to mind. Raven flinched. She didn't want them to see her like this—she didn't want them to witness whatever happened if things got out of hand. 

“I will. I can take care of this, Bane. Please leave me alone—!” Raven yanked herself out of his grip and sprinted down the hall. She wrestled with her phone as Bane’s pangs of hurt pierced her too. Raven’s words were too sharp. I’m sorry.  

Raven burst into the stairwell as she scrolled through her contacts. How did she know so many people? Her finger flicked through the C’s and D’s.

“Raven.”

Out of surprise, she pressed a random contact on her phone. Raven glanced back and her feet skidded to a stop on the steps. 

Trigon stood at the top of the stairs, towering over her in flesh and blood. 

“Raven?” A familiar voice echoed from her phone. Raven didn't answer. It's not real. Whatever I see is not real… 

The stairwell disappeared. Raven grimaced. She tried to remember where she was, which way was down, how close the railing was that guarded the long drop. 

There was no sky. Earth was gone. A void swallowed up every astral orb. Raven and Trigon stood on a piece of floating rock, wandering the bleak, eternal abyss. 

“I never took you for indulging in narcotics. What a disgrace,” Trigon tsked. His human form started to scare Raven more than his true face. This was the face that mom trusted. Then he broke her.  

“I’m strong. I can resist.” Raven said. 

“What a wonderful place to lose control. Surrounded by enemies that despise you and your friends. My puppets. You will experience my weapons against Darkseid firsthand. This will be a…test run, of sorts.” Trigon’s eyes flashed with mockery. The shadow of an extra burning pair flashed across his forehead. 

“I instructed the Sins to assist Gotham’s aberrants in whatever method they required. The Fear Toxin has undergone…modifications.” A smile tugged at Trigon’s lips. “But perhaps this will be the catalyst that will finally free us. We will be together soon, I can taste it. 

“Enjoy the chaos, Raven. Relish in it. That's what we do best.” 

Raven snarled, “I am nothing like you!” 

Raven’s voice rang out across the void. Vaguely, she remembered that she was in a stairwell where sound echoed. It was best not to attract attention. Raven made a mental note to mentally respond. 

“You’re wrong.” 

Raven’s composure shattered. She turned, breath unable to reach her lungs. Mom? 

The world around them changed as Raven’s eyes fell upon Arella. They were in a church. Crimson light flooded through the windows. The stained glass depicted massacres and horrific sacrifices. Arella’s skin and white robes were dyed red in the warm glow of blood.  

Arella wore a look of disgust. “You summoned him—you destroyed our home! You ruined my life!” 

Raven had no response prepared, even in her mind. Her mother was right. Raven swallowed, but the gesture burned from the dryness in her throat. 

The windows shattered. Raven raised her arms against the rain of wood and glass. Scarlet fists tugged on the roof from above, tearing it from its hinges. As the ceiling ripped, Trigon smiled down at them. 

None of this is real. I can't take this out on the real world. I have to block it out.  

Raven turned away from her parents. Her mother reappeared in front of her. Arella stood between the rows of wooden pews, hate and regret twisting her tear-streaked face. Nothing about her resembled the beaming photograph from Harley Quinn’s scrapbook. 

Raven didn't know much about hallucinogens, but if it induced visions, there were other ways to block them out. She squeezed her eyes shut. 

That was a mistake. The ground vanished under Raven’s feet. Her body felt like it was falling in a dream, the sudden heart-wrenching pull of gravity before one awoke. Raven was still forced to endure Arella’s words. 

“Do you know what it's like? To be promised to a monster forever—?” Sudden shrieks erupted from her mother. 

Raven’s eyes snapped open. Blood bloomed beneath the white cloth of Arella’s robes, seeping from unseen wounds. Bruises blossomed on exposed skin. 

Arella’s face altered ever so slightly. Short-cropped bangs sprouted from her scalp. Amethyst eyes were invaded by a stormy blue-gray. Her nose was longer, and her lips were fuller. 

Zatanna writhed in pain before Raven. “Do you know what it's like…? To love a monster and not be loved in return?”

“Oh, bollocks!”

Raven’s eyes widened. Oh hell no. Please no. Please— 

She snuck a glance behind them, where Trigon still loomed. Trigon no longer held the ceiling aloft; John Constantine took his place. He casually tossed the roof to the side, exposing the ruins to the dark swirling clouds above. Something red splattered across Raven’s cheek from above. It's raining blood.  

A crimson hand wrapped around Raven’s torso. She writhed in its vice-like grip to no avail. Slowly, Raven was raised to meet Constantine’s burning, four-eyed gaze. 

“You just had to include me in your hallucination, didn't you, love? Replace one demon with another, ‘ey? How pathetic. You mean absolutely nothing to me!”

Raven settled on shutting her eyes once more. Constantine cackled, “Don't tell me you’re scared, love.”

The pressure against Raven’s chest intensified. Heat pricked the edges of Raven’s eyes from the pain. John squeezed her so hard Raven wondered if she would splatter across his hand. No! Don't think like that! It's fake! This is all just a high-budget horror movie. Starring the people you love. And they’re really good at pretending that they hate you.  

The pain ceased. Only whispers caressed her ears. Unseen forces stroked her legs. 

Raven opened her eyes. She stood in a sea of lilies. The white petals brushed up against her, soft as a lover’s lips. A thorn-infested thicket lurked along the edges of the meadow. A red moon beamed down upon her from an ebony sky. 

I’ve been here before. Raven had visited the meadow, long ago, in a dream of the past. She didn't remember the ending. 

A hooded figure knelt among the valley of whispering lilies.

Part II coming soon!

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[ninebluehearts]

Hiiiii!! I saw you rebloged my cough syrup fic and I really like ur stuff you wrote!!

I was wondering if I could get a protective!marc fic, like someone hurts or scared the reader and Marc is super protective 🥺🥺 I got a thing for protective men 😭😫

Hello!! I really loved your sick fic, babes 🥺 I was sick last week, so I felt very called out (I don't like cough syrup either) 😂🤚 And thank you so much!! That means a lot, especially coming from another brilliant writer 🥺💕

Warnings: Karens 😳

God.. protective Marc is just.. 🥵🤌

Though it was your day off, you and Marc decided to take a walk around the clothing store you worked at. It was starting to get cold again and both you and Marc needed some new sweaters.

Even though Steven insisted that he had plenty to go around, Marc wanted something he liked. (Though, you were one hundred percent gonna take Steven up on his offer.)

So, here you were, holding up sweaters to Marc's body to see which one complimented him the most.

"I think this one brings out your eyes." You said, holding up the dark green woolen sweater. "You should try it on."

"I don't know.. It looks itchy." Marc took the sweater and added it to the pile of clothes for hin to try on.

"I'm sure it'll be fine once you wear it for awhile. Although, I really think you should rethink that grey one. I know you think it makes you look like Steven, but-"

"Excuse me, miss?" An older woman tapped your shoulder.

You turned around to face her, both of your eyebrows raised. "Yes?"

"You work here, right?"

"Yes ma'am, but I'm-"

"Okay good! I saw you yesterday, but I just wanted to make sure. I need your help finding a pair of shoes." The women just smiled, not even acknowledging Marc or the fact that you weren't even wearing a vest like all of the other workers.

"I would love to help you, but today is actually my day off. I'm sure someone else could-" You didn't even get to finish your sentence before she interrupted you. Again.

"Everyone else is busy. Holidays and all that. Just come help me for a moment." The woman said, growing impatient.

"Ma'am, I really would like to help, but I'm not working today." You were starting to panic, not knowing how else to explain why you weren't helping her at the moment. "Really, I'm sure I could get Melissa to help-"

"This is just outrageous! Lazy people like you are what's wrong with the world! I mean really, how hard is it.."

The woman continued yelling at you and while of course you were used to it at this point, it caught you off guard. On the days that you do work, you can hype yourself up before going in. You know what to prepare for and how to handle these situations. But you wondered if the same protocol for these situations still applied on your days off.

You just stood there and took it, honestly not even paying attention to what she was saying anymore. People were starting to stare at the three of you, whispering and looking at you with pity you didn't want. You stared down at your shoes, trying to hide the tears that welled up in your eyes.

Marc could see how upset you were getting, but he didn't know if he should say anything, not wanting to get you in trouble for something he did.

"...Your manager will be hearing about this! Hello? Are you even listening to me?" The woman reached out to grab your arm, but Marc grabbed her wrist before she could even lay a finger on you.

"What the fuck do you think your doing?" He ground out, trying to refrain from physically injuring her.

The woman looked absolutely shocked, obviously no one had called her out like this before. "And just who do you think you are?"

"Her husband. Now, today is her day off. She cannot help you today. Go find someone else to help you, before I call security and have you removed."

The woman's mouth fell open, her entire face twisting in disgust. "I ain't never in my life!" She ripped her hand away, then looked back at you. "Expect a call from HR." She said, before turning around and storming out of the store.

Marc reached over and grabbed your hand, gently squeezing it. "Hey, are you okay?"

You wiped your nose with the back of your hand, trying to get yourself together. "Yes, thank you." You said as you cleared your throat, pulling him into a hug. "God, I hate people like that."

Marc sighed, resting his chin on top of your head. "I know, sweetheart.. Do you wanna go home?"

"Kinda, but you know what would really make me feel better?" You looked up at him with a smirk, your chin digging into his chest.

"What?" Marc asked, his eyes squinting at you with suspicion.

"A fashion show." You said, glancing back at the pile of sweaters in your cart.

Marc just sighed, shaking his head. "If it'll make you feel better.."

Taglist: @hot-mess-express1

[miamochi-writes]

Why I Took Long

Hi everyone! It’s been weeks since I last updated. There’s many reasons as to why I was radio silent. For those who want the spark notes: My job started laying off people, my car was out of commission for months, dealing with a micromanager who kept watching my every move, and caught a horrible cold for a week.

For the detailed version:

After my deadline passed, I was ready to start posting requests and one shots again. Before I could do that, I got the news that my once stable job was now on the line after everyone got the news the CEO was doing layoffs. The company I worked for started laying off higher management positions and teams. This scared me so bad, that after the news was announced, my boss was monitoring me 24/7 and became a micromanager. He would monitor every email, message, and site I visited. If I didn’t give him an hour update on what I was doing, he would dock me for my performance review, which put my job at risk.

I couldn’t even focus on writing or editing the Vash requests from how much stress I accumulated at work. After a month of this new work adjustment, I was doing errands when all of a sudden my car stopped working. I was stranded for hours just trying to get my car to work. It wasn’t until after getting my car towed and having a mechanic look at it to see that my car had a recall for a faulty part. Turns out the part I needed would take months to arrive as it was on backorder. So I couldn’t really go out as much as I wanted to and had to ask people for rides just to keep my job. My mental health was at an all time low, and I finally made the decision to start job hunting. I couldn’t take it anymore after endless days and nights of crying and trying to cope with the stress from everything happening.

Lastly, I got horribly sick to where I had a constant fever and had to go to the doctor for awhile. I was so dehydrated and stressed that my immune system hit a new low. But after weeks of monitoring and getting much needed rest, I’m finally better.

I wanted to post sooner about how I was doing and where I was, but my mental health wasn’t the best yet until I took a much needed vacation traveling out of state. I hadn’t really taken vacations at work and I usually worked on my birthdays, so I finally used a week’s work of my PTO to travel and finally put myself in a better position to come back here.

If you read this far, thanks for reading. I know it’s been awhile, but I do plan to be back here and post things again. I only ask that if you are all okay with me not having a consistent posting schedule. I feel like I don’t have the right to ask after everything that’s happened, but I will post when I can. Hopefully I can one day get back into posting consistently, but for now I’ll try to post when I’m able to.

Again, thank you for being patient with me if you’re still sticking around and checking my blog. I missed posting and talking to everyone here ❤️

As for the picture I posted earlier, I met Vash’s VA! My local figurine store was able to invite Johnny Yong Bosch for the weekend and I was able to get a ticket to meet him! He is the most humble and down-to-Earth person I ever met who loves his characters. When I asked him about Trigun, he asked me if I liked the new one and told him of course I liked it! He said he was nervous about how people would receive it since it’s not exactly like the old one. But I told him so many people I know love the new Trigun and that it made him very happy to hear. He said he hopes everyone looks forward to the next season ❤️

[ablogofsapphicpanic]

Hey it’s been awhile 😞 but I’ve been tinkering away on your story and am really excited about where it’s going. 👀 But first I wanted to ask a couple more questions to make sure I’m going in the right direction. 

Do you have a preference for a long one-shot or multi-chapters?  Right now the fic is shaping up to go either way, so I want to ask now before I hunker down in writing land and the scope implodes. 

On a scale from 1-10 how much angst do you like? If you'd prefer something a bit more lighthearted let me know!!

And of course, do you want something smutty? I can stick with something more sfw if that’s your vibe! 

AND LASTLY: Would you want a preview in a week or so? If not, that’s fine too. 

ALSO I TOO AM A HUGE KARLACH FAN. I love her so much. My first playthrough I started romancing Astarion, but then I took a long break b/c I got the flu (which SUCKED). When I came back, I decided to start a new campaign and went the Karlach route. TRULY the best and I want the world for her. 

I have two close friends who both agree Karlach is wonderful, but we’re currently at a stalemate because one of them is EXTREMELY pro-Gale and the other is not and it’s been hilarious mediating between the two. Every year our friend group hosts a powerpoint presentation party and I’m convinced Gale friend’s presentation is going to be on her now in-game husband Gale and why he is the best. I’ll report back if she changes my mind and makes me love him too. 

Do you have any plans for the holidays? I’ll probably visit my family, but I’m mostly looking forward to having some interrupted reading time. We also play a lot of board games. Do you have any favorites? After that I’m hoping 🤞  to swing by NY to say hello to friends who live upstate and then to NYC to see Sleep No More. This is probably the most adventure I’ve had in a while.

🎅

Ahhhh I’m so sorry, I kept forgetting to respond to this!!! Hi! I hope you’ve been doing well 💖💖

Honestly, I am fine with whatever the flow of the story is but if it really comes down to it, a long one shot is slightly preferable but if you feel like chapters flow better/help with the story, go for it! If it winds up being a lot or if there’s a cut off that you feel would be a good break, I’d definitely prefer chapters over the one shot if that makes sense

I do love angst, I’d probably say like a 7. I enjoy crying, I find it cathartic but I do like happy endings to my angst because I’m a sap. But I love a little bit of suffering in my media, it’s the best way to go. Not to say that lighthearted stuff is boring, but angst can be excellent for storylines

Smut or no smut is fine with me! I’ll never say no to a little bit of ✨spice✨ (insert that tiktok sound here).

I WOULD LOVE A PREVIEW ABSOLUTELY PLEASE 💖💖💖 I can’t wait to see what you’ve got going 😫 I’m sure I will lose my mind over it

I am a part of the small group that hates Astarion but am fully willing to admit that if he was a woman I’d be all over that shit 💁‍♀️ Yes I am a hypocrite but I don’t think I’ll ever try a romance with him. I hope you’re feeling better from your flu though 💖💖Being sick suuuuucks and I just want to spend the whole time asleep. With Karlach, shadowheart sums it up nicely that she can throw you over her shoulder and carry you to safety. And I love her calling you soldier. I giggle every time she does. I’m doing one playthrough where I’m romancing Laezel and I love that you can call her out for insulting you after she comes on to you (I didn’t cuz I love that shit). I am currently pro Gale bc MB poisoned my mind it’s all her fault but honestly Godspeed with the two friends so vehemently against each other 🫡 report back on if she does the presentation bc that would be hilarious

I’m hoping to go visit family too! I usually pop home for Christmas and use up the last of my vacation hours for the year. And I’ll hopefully get to meet my brand new baby nephew! Also have fun in New York!! Be prepared to see weird shit if you take the subway, I was not properly warned before I took it for the first time in October. Idk where in upstate you plan on going but hopefully there’s some pretty snow instead of the gross mucky rain we’ve been getting the past two weeks.

Sorry this took me so long to answer! I hope you’re doing well!!

[robinismywifee]

Back to the Old House - Chapter 7:

September 9th, 2034

[ 4 days after last chapter]

Raines age: 16 years, 6 months

Ellies age: 15 years, 3 months

CW: trouble with eating

Words: 1796

Masterlist

Raines POV:

“So me and Tommy are gonna head out to Joels place for dinner tonight,”

Maria started, I already rolled my eyes. She saw and sighed, placing her fork down, which made a small clanking noise from her glass plate.

"Look, I know you and.."

I watched Marias face as she thought for an extra second if she should say her name.

"Ellie.." she said slowly, watching my expression to see if it was too far or not, I stayed silent, and she continued, "Are not on the best terms.. i'm

not quite sure why or what happened at all, and i'm not sure if i'm allowed to ask you, so I won't, but she clearly-"

"—Can you just get to the fucking point already?"

She pressed her lips together, and nodded. "Right.. well, you're more then welcome to come with me and Tommy. And we would both really appreciate it if you did.." Maria finished

"Look kid, I have a feeling you're gonna be stuck with us for awhile and Joel means alot to the both of us, hes our family, and we might not be family with you, but you're damn near it, and we think it'd be best if you got along with that household, we ain't gonna force you to come along or nothin, but.. we'd love for you to come, even if you don't speak a single word"

Tommy explained his thoughts. I picked at the remainder of my eggs, suddenly feeling sick to my stomach.

After a moment of awkward silence and glances, I spoke up, "I'm gonna head to Jesses before patrol. Thanks for the food" I got out of my chair, grabbing my bag off the floor, swinging it over my shoulders and left the front door, accidentally slamming it shut from my anger.

I took a deep breath when I existed, feeling the chilly summer morning breeze.

I had woken up almost 3 hours before patrol started and couldnt fall back asleep, so i've been ready for patrol for 2 hours now and I dont leave for another hour. I know I told Maria I was gonna go to Jesses but do I really want to? I mean, I know he would be up by now..

I decided to slowly walk to his house, stalling on knocking on his door. As I walked, I kept on thinking of her. Its like I couldn't even control it, my mind just always fell back to her.

I had gone through the first week of school already, I went the second day to actually learn but kept on going because I was enjoying the art class and Miss Collins' classes.

Everyday I tried my best to ignore Ellie, I also never replied to her paper she passed me, the reason being, I had no idea why. I also didn't know which thing she was referring to, but my guess was that it was about me being nice to her out of the blue and then immediately leaving.

I had no clue why. I just did. It was like my body moved faster then my brain. I don't know why I followed after her or why I gave her my food. I had no idea.

Before I knew it, I was standing infront of Jesses door. I knocked lightly on it.

A minute passed and I heard jogging footsteps, then I heard something fall from the inside and a small- "ow!"

and then, the door opened. "Oh! Hey Raine, oh shoot— is it time to go already?" he asked frantically

"No- no, we still have about 45 minutes, I just.. came early since I had nothing else to do.."

"Oh! that's sick! Miss me already, huh?" Jesse said sarcastically, before he left back inside for a minute, yelling goodbye to his mother, and came back outside, shutting his door, now with his backpack.

"I was just about to head to tipsy bison, wanna come with?"

"Uh, yeah sure, but i'm not gonna eat- I just had breakfast" I quickly explained, he looked at me, a look I couldn't tell what it meant, he then sighed and started walking.

"Well.. suit yourself then" he mumbled, I followed to his side.

Over this week, me and Jesse have gotten alot closer, since anytime I was out I was with him; patrol and school.

It was only a 5 minute walk and we were at the food bar.

People greeted Jesse as usual, but the sound of someone greeting me caught me off guard, until I saw it was Dina and I immediately greeted her back.

"Come sit! I just got here and was waiting for Jesse to show, it's nice to see you with him Raine"

"Oh, thanks Dina.." I hummed, sitting beside Dina with Jesse across

Jesse ordered his food and so did Dina—

"Are you sure you don't want anything? I mean, you never eat lunch at school and I never see you eat breakfast?"

"Oh.. it's nothing, I just prefer to eat at Marias" I shrugged, Dina nodded, believing it.

"Fuck.. it's so freezing this morning.." i hummed to myself, feeling the hairs on my arms lift, and before I knew it, hands were placing a warm fabric around my shoulders. I looked over to see Dina, know not wearing a jacket, and the wool jacket she wore wrapped around me, ontop of my cold leather jacket.

"Oh- Dina, you dont have to-"

"No! Trust me it's fine! Keep it for the day, I was actually starting to sweat" she smiled sweatly

"A- are you sure? I mean, if we run into infected or maybe even people, I could easily stain it.."

"Trust me, I don't care, as long as your comfortable!"

I went to protest again but before I could Jesse and Dinas breakfast was being placed on the table.

I washed my hands of the dirt scraped onto them, and splashed my face with cold water, rubbing my eyes tiredly, turning off the fossett and patting my face dry with a towel.

I looked into the mirror and sighed.

Todays patrol was tiring. We only ran into one clicker, but we also ran into the clicker by both of us falling through the floor of a building and spending an hour on trying to get out.

My legs hurt from how I fell and I gained multiple new cuts and bruises. I had just spent an hour patching myself up and washing my body from the blood and dirt. I had even changed out of my dirty clothes and wore freshly washed ones. All I wanted to do was fall into bed and let my body rest, but I still had to give Dina her jacket back.

I was actually very thankful Dina had lended me her thick wool jacket, because the morning chill had ended up staying the same throughout all patrol and it still was chilly. Even if it was still summer, it was on the cusk of fall, and the autumn weather was starting to show.

I tied on my shoes, and slipped on my jacket, and had Dinas jacket in my arm. I left the empty house— since Maria and Tommy were both still out— and began to walk to Dinas house.

Thankfully, I knew were Dina lived from when we'd walk home from school, and I would see her enter her house.

It was closer to my house then Jesses house was, so it should be a short walk.

As I walked, I made sure to keep a careful eye for her house, alot of the homes in Jackson looked the same and blended together.

I silently cheered to myself when I recognized her house. I walked up to the door and softly knocked, hoping she was home.

I could hear voices from inside but they were from afar and very muffled, I couldn't hear what they were saying or who was saying it, but it sounded like two people breifly aurging.

I knocked again, unsure if the people inside heard me. It was silent for a minute before I heard footsteps, and then a way too familiar voice—

"Why the fuck are you making us get up Jess-"

The door opened and the voice matched the face. She stood with her arms crossed with an annoyed expression on her face, but when her eyes met mine, her face softened and reddened. Her mouth was opened slightly, from how she stopped talking mid sentence.

I could tell that my face was red from the heat flash I suddenly got, I stared into her eyes, my lips slightly parted aswell, and my eyes widened. We both stared at eachother, in a trance.

She was the first to break the eye contact. She seemed to have processed who she was staring at, and immediately looked to the ground, "Uh.." she awkwardly said..

"I.." I started, but felt my voice start to shake, I gulped and looked to the ground, trying to think of what to say, but it was hard when my brain was thinking a million other thoughts all at once.

"Uhm.." She said, still looking down at her feet.

"Wh- Where.. Dina.." I couldn't even make out a complete sentance from how nervous I felt, it felt like I was getting punched in the stomach and kicked in the eye.

"O- oh- right.. uh.. i- ill.. get.... get her" Ellie stuttered, and turned around, the door still half opened, I watched as she faded into the halls.

Why is Ellie at Dinas house?

A minute later, Dina came out. Her face was a bit red and she seemed embarrassed, "Hey- i'm really sorry about that.. we both thought you were Jesse.. uh, what- what did you need?" Dina explained,

"J- just.. wanted to.." I still couldn't complete a sentance, my voice was shakey and my face was burning red. I lifted up Dinas jacket I had in my hand.

"Oh! Right! Yeah- I should have remembered.. thank you.." Dina said, taking it out of my hand.

"Uh- Hey, i'm really sorry I didn't mean to- I- uh- also sorry for not telling you that we're friends with her.. we just didn't want you to.. get nervous or anything.."

Friends? We? So Jesse is too? Is that what Cat meant when she said 'everyone was gonna be there'? Her, Ellie, and Dina? Thats Jesses friend group? And he never fucking told me?

I nodded to Dina. "Kay.. i'm.. i'm gonna go now.." I quickly turned around and sped walked home, not looking back.

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A/n:

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@amloury

[passingdaysthings]

7.18.2023 - School and Work Only

Today is Tuesday. 

This post is basically a week after my last one. I took my last trip for the summer, and I think I will be done traveling for awhile because it is just way too hard. I went to Texas for spike fest, but I got sick and couldn’t even play to my full potential or do well. That was so annoying because I had to travel to play, and it put me behind at school. I am also sick right now???? I feel like this is just the consequences of my traveling back to back though because my body is usually pretty sensitive to changes. I went from like 50 degree SF weather to 90 degree Florida weather, and then, I went to 100 degree dry ass Texas weather. My poor body has been through a lot in these first 2 weeks of July. Not to mention that I am just very back with planes and flying in general. 

I am back at work today, and I won’t be taking anymore trips so I hope I will be able to finish my training by mid-Aug. There is just a lot for me to do. I am also a little confused on what I actually need to do. I was hired to work on project A and told to focus on that, but the onboarding check list and survey has be doing a long list of things for project B. Project B is the labs main project, but I wasn’t hired to work on that project. I also won’t be taking participants for project B so I don’t understand the reason why I need to do all the training for it. The weird part is that the onboarding list releases stuff for me to do as I finish stuff on it so I can’t just skip to and focus on the stuff for my project. They want my project to start taking in participants by the end of the month though so I feel like I am behind. I also fight with myself because I feel like I am very behind, but I also know that this isn’t something within my control. I can only do what gets opened to me as I finish, and right now, I only have the stuff for project B open not project A. I understand that I need to know stuff about project B because it’s the project that is basically the labs purpose while project A is an extension on project B, but I am being paid through the grant for project A. I just annoyed because I want to be ready for the project I was hired to do as soon as possible, but I am being road blocked by project B trainings even though I am not being paid to do that stuff. 

Taylor Taylor Taylor... I feel like the 2 of us are either too comfortable with each other OR we are just two oblivious idiots. I really struggle with the boundaries I have with him, and it’s definitely because of how nonchalant we are with each other. I am saying this because he sent me a pic of his ass yesterday, and I complained to him about my boobs. Taylor received his gifts yesterday, and he sent me a pic of his ass which I didn’t think too much about. I also didn’t think it was too much when I complained about my boobs because... he has seen them, and it wasn’t like I showed him my bare titties. I was just complaining about how my boobs had creased my shirt, and I was showing him the creases. The biggest thing weighing on my mind is the comment he made when I was trying to hang up. We were on the phone because I was cleaning Milky’s playpen, and we just talked about my trip and the things I bought. Taylor was also on his usual activities for when I am on a trip. Taylor tends to talk to me more and be more attentive to me when I am on a trip. We had an overall normal convo (?) or what I consider normal for us, but the end was where I raised an eyebrow. I was trying to say good night because I still needed to go to work today, and this is where we went back to his ass. Do you know what this man said? He said that he wanted to leave me with something before I went to bed, and that something was how big his dick was. He told me that if I thought his ass looked big then I should have seen the front because the spandex were barely holding on. I was kind of shocked, but I couldn’t lose or back down. He definitely knows that these kinds of things make me feel some type of way because he asked me if I felt warm after I saw the snap of his ass. I kept the same joking/haha tone, and I said, well, you could have just sent me a pic of that too. He laughed in response to that and continued how with how the spanx fit. Everything passed as a haha/funny thing, but I def went to bed thinking about it. Personally, I think it was easier for me to joke about it and handle it because I have seen his dick before (not bare dick) so I can imagine what it looks like in the spandex, but he told me he wanted to leave me with that before I go to bed? Like bro, I wasn’t even thinking about it until he brough it up, but then he went out of his way to be like, I wanna leave you with this. I also want to mention that I already kind of knew what he was going to say, and I told him, I didn’t wanna be left with anything before I go to bed. I think we know that he didn’t care that I said that and went on with what he wanted to leave me with. This was stuff that he would say when we were in the more intimate part of our relationship, and it makes me think back and think about those times which I do kind of miss. Mostly because of my personal want to sleep with him and experience things, but I know better and wouldn’t act on those things. He also made another comment in a similar sexual content while I was in California. I was telling him about how I had a really good sugar cane drink that was 9/10, and he told me he could give me a better sugar cane drink *smirk emoji* which I responded saying that I was going to withhold my response. I was going to say, the one you give me would get a 10/10. For context, my mom calls him Sugar Cane because she knows what he is tall, and I am sure his comment was more sexual based on that. I don’t think I need to explain further. I am a changed person now. I know this bitch just says shit without thinking too much about it, and being more sexual is just apart of his personality. The problem is what I wanna do. Like.. I pushed it away in California, but I leaned into it yesterday basically telling him to send me a pic of his dick. So like.. no way this is normal best friend behavior. I treat all my other guy friends like brothers so this had NEVER been the kind of topics we talk about. I mean, I have seen them in spandex, but we have never made these kind of comments to each other. IVE NEVER HAD A SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP WITH ANY OF MY BEST FRIENDS PERIOD. WHY IS HE LIKE THIS? I also think a lot about it because of how attentive he is towards me. WHAT DOES HE WANT FROM ME?  Ngl though... our relationship keeps me pretty entertained and helps me relieve stress now that I have established he doesn’t like me back. It’s just way easier to handle him and respond to his comments without having to think too much into it. 

That’s all for now. 

-P

[relativelydefected]

I havnt posted in awhile. I just keep finding myself in deeper darker holes every time I turn around. Just one right after the other. It gets tough to think about let alone write about.

My mom is in the hospital again. She passed out 3 times this week again. My dad told me his struggles with bringing her up the stairs. Picking her up off the floor of their bedroom cause she couldn’t get on the bed. Went to visit her she got up to get me something and fell again.. she had two cat scans done. She has to wear a heart monitor to monitor her for an irregular heart beat. They found she had a small brain aneurism in her head.. as well as a spot in another part of her head as well. Which may be the reasons she keeps passing out. The past two days she’s had nausea. Which might explain the things going on in her head.

I quit therapy. For the simple fact that if something is to happen to my mom. I’m gonna be a wreck regardless. So no amount of therapy is going to help me with that. And I’m not using that as a scapegoat or an excuse. It’s the fucking truth. I don’t care who tells me otherwise.

No amount of breathing exercises or coping mechanism is going to help me with this portion of my life.

The kids are doing well. My daughter is clueless as to what is going on and my son is slowly starting to take into an account the seriousness of the situation. He cried about it last week and all I could tell him is that she’s fighting this she’s strong and that we’re gonna get through this together.

Things I should probably say to myself but knowing the reality of the situation. It’s tough to think that way while at the same time trying to prepare for something that might be inevitable.

I havnt been to the bike path for the past few days due to having a cold and this bipolar New England weather.

I even bought a longboard. Just to try something new.

Havnt been able to fully try it out cause it’s either raining or I’m sick or my kids are sick and I have to be home.

Havnt been able to see my mom the past week cause I’m fighting off this cold that doesn’t want to go away.

On a more semi positive note.

I met this guy on tiktok we talked for two days before we decided to hang out. What’s funny is he lives right down the street from me..He’s a single dad I’m a single mom.. he has a good job his own place.. he’s younger than me and that’s a first for me but I thought why not give it a shot. Really cute.

Has a stutter but that is also really cute .. we are both gamers we both like studio ghibli and Star Wars. We went to the mall he was so nice and easy to talk to he gave he gave me a hug it was just really lovely. It felt good to be treated like a lady after 11 years of being treated like garbage..I definitely felt a connection. Then of course my own insecurities took hold and I think I messed up the entire thing. He seems like such a good dad and he has all these nice qualities but some how some way I always manage to mess up a good thing. That’s my life. It’s like I psych myself out every time. I can’t just let things flow or be. Maybe he’s not attracted to me? I don’t know..

He has a twitch I watch it, try to message but don’t hear back so not much I can do 🤷🏽‍♀️ think im just gonna stop messaging at this point.

It felt good to go out shop and have fun and not think about the crap going on in my life so for like 5 hours I was at peace for the first time in months.

Good things never last. They are rare but fleeting.

You’d think I’d be used to it by now but im not.

But I tried right? Even if it didn’t work out.. I can say I tried to meet someone and put myself out there.

But I also feel guilt about being happy. When everyone around me is falling apart.

Maybe when I go back to work it will be a distraction from all this. But I can’t go back till I figure out my daughters situation with school or whether i need to put her in daycare full time.

Cause I can’t do both and I have no one to help me in this situation unfortunately.

I’ll try to update more. If you guys have prayers I could always use them.

#depression #anxiety #terminalcancer #stage4cancer #breastcancer #mentalhealth #life

[sunwoo-hoo]

↣ the boyz reaction to s/o feeling stressed

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↳ the boyz x fem reader

「 Lee Sangyeon  」

you normally weren’t one to get stressed out often but when your job decided to give you a promotion you weren’t expecting the extra workload it would bring

you got assigned to one of the major projects your company was working on and slowly but surely you felt your energy draining with each day passing by

even though sangyeon was extremely busy as well he was worried about you  

after coming home from a long day of practice sangyeon noticed when you weren’t in the front foyer to give him his welcome home kiss like you usually did

as he walked to your bedroom he saw you sitting by the desk typing away at your computer

as he made his way towards you he squatted down slightly to give you a warm cheek kiss

“hey baby, how about you take a break huh? you’ve been working so hard, let me cook something for you” he insisted

“hmm? oh.. okay, i’m sorry sangyeon, work has been driving me up the wall lately i didn’t mean to shut you out” you mumbled

he gave you a small smile as he stroked your cheek before replying “don’t worry about it baby i just don’t want you to overwork yourself” he said

during your break sangyeon is cooking you dinner, listening to all your troubles and even trying his best to help you with your project. by the end of the night expect a lot of cuddles and kisses.

「 Jacob Bae  」

stress was something you’ve always experienced, especially being a university student finishing your final year

jacob was super supportive of your dreams always helping you study in any way he can

sometimes even distracting you to get your mind off it so that you wouldn’t burn out

but as final exams were just around the corner you were so stressed to the point that you cried and threw your book across the table in frustration

jacob turned his head and quickly took notice since he was only a couple of feet away reading a book which he swiftly set down and rushed to your side

“oh babe, don’t cry please, i promise it’s going to be okay” he whispered as he wiped your tears away  

you completely broke down sobbing uncontrollably onto jacob’s sleeve as he held you close giving you hushed praise

“how about we go and rest for a little? a nap would be good for you” he softly asked as you simply nodded

jacob helped you up as you made your way to your bedroom where he made it relaxing as possible turning on the air humidifier and lighting a lavender candle. he also made sure that the curtains were closed so that the room was dark enough to fall asleep to

soon enough your drifting into a calming sleep in jacob’s arms.

「 Kim Younghoon  」

it had been 3 months since you’ve started dating kim younghoon, your relationship was everything you could’ve dreamed of. it was absolutely perfect with no flaws what so ever.  

with all that in mind you started to wonder why you both hadn’t exchange i love you’s. you knew younghoon felt strongly for you, always making sure you were taken care of, constantly hugging and kissing you.

the whole situation started to stress you out and make you second guess everything

you loved younghoon but you had to admit you were a bit apprehensive on saying it first, since you didn’t know what younghoon’s response would be.

he could’ve said it back, or worse, not say anything at all.

one evening when younghoon was sleeping over your place you decided then and there that you were going to muster up your courage and finally say the three words you’ve been stressing over.

as you both were watching t.v his arms draped over your shoulders you looked up over at younghoon who was fixated on the drama that was playing. you cleared your throat

“younghoon.. i have to tell you something… something i’ve been wanting to tell you for awhile now” you announced hesitantly

as he looked over at you he adjusted his body to fully look at you face on

“really? i actually have something to say as well” he replied

your ears perked as you continued “how about we say it at the same?”

he nodded smiling before counting down “3…2…1..”

“i love you” you said “i’m in love with you” he whispered

you breathed the biggest sigh of relief before sliding in his lap giving him the softest kiss as you felt younghoon’s arms around your waist

「 Lee Hyunjae 」

your relationship with hyunjae was many things, exciting, passionate, intense. never in a million years would you think it would be stressful, or let me rephrase: you never thought it would be this stressful  

you received a text message from hyunjae one afternoon saying that he needed to talk to you and that it was important

at that moment your mind was going through so many options on what it could be, your thoughts becoming worse and worse.

oh god is this it? he wants to beak up with me

did he cheat on me? i’ll fucking kill him if he did

oh my god what if he’s not in love with me anymore?

as your mind was going a mile a minute you finally broke out of your daze when your friend who you were out to lunch with told you that it probably wasn’t all that bad and that you should trust hyunjae.

when the evening finally  rolled around you went to visit hyunjae just right when he got home from practice.

“hey baby” he smiled giving you a peck on the lips, giving him a small you replied “hey” back as you two sat on the sofa

“so what’s going on?” you asked as you were rubbing your palms against your knees trying to get rid of the sweat

hyunjae instantly noticed your anxious aura and grabbed your hands holding them tightly giving them a kiss

“well, we’ve been dating for almost a year now and i think it’s time.. for you to meet my parents” he said proudly

you blinked a couple of times as your brain still hadn’t registered the information he just said

“i want them to meet the girl i’m madly in love with” he continued

when you finally heard his words your first instinct was to hit hyunjae’s arm

“ah! hey! what was that for?” he shouted rubbing his arm

“jesus christ hyunjae i thought you were breaking up with me!” you shouted back

he laughed grabbing your waist pulling you close on his lap putting his head in the crook of your neck “i could never” he whispered giving your neck a light kiss

「 Lee Juyeon 」

to say that you were having a bad week was the understatement of the year.

it all started when you caught the flu, you felt horrible. it was constant sneezing, throwing up, runny nose, all of it.

you started to feel stressed when juyeon risked his safety getting sick to take care of you. you especially didn’t want him getting sick when the boyz comeback was nearly a month away.

you told him that you could take care of yourself, but juyeon didn’t take no for an answer.

you had to admit even though you were sick you couldn’t deny that you loved having juyeon with you 24/7 he was being the perfect boyfriend getting you tea, wet cloths for your forehead, and making sure you took your medicine every night.

“open your mouth, good girl” he praised putting the spoonful of medicine in your mouth

“you know if i wasn’t sick you would be saying those exact words another way” you teased coughing slightly

juyeon smirked and kissed your forehead in response

slowly but surely after a week you were starting to feel better but then your sickness hit juyeon as predicted delaying the comeback for nearly two weeks.

「 Kevin Moon 」

it was a hard month for kevin, the boyz comeback had just started and he was stressing over all the performances and interviews wanting to make sure that each one was up to his standards

it was so bad that all his stress levels were slowing creeping up on you making you become stressed yourself

it was starting to effect your relationship and you knew you had to do something quick before you and kevin would get into a fight you were not mentally prepared for

the comeback was closing in on it’s last week and you had decided to make one evening extremely special pampering kevin.

you decided to make his favorite meal, wearing your sexy yet tasteful red dress, with your black lacy bra and matching panties for later activities.

as kevin walked into your apartment he noticed you immediately smiling at your attire

“hey babe, what’s all this?” he asked pointing to all the candles and dim lighting

“what do you mean? can’t i do something special for the man i love?” you replied innocently walking up to him giving him a soft kiss on the lips

as kevin deepened the kiss your back found it’s way to the cold wall behind you as kevin started to trail kisses along the side of your jaw making his way down to your neck

you were excited it wasn’t often that kevin was a dom but you had pressing matters to attend to first

“k-kevin wait… i want to talk first” you whimpered as he finally reached your sweet spot

kevin stopped immediately to your words and gave you a quick peck on lips before nodding

you grabbed his hand and made your way to the dining table where the food was most likely cold by now and sat down on the chair

“kev, i just wanted to talk about how you’ve been so stressed with this comeback and everything it’s.. it’s starting to effect our relationship” you mumbled

he sighed and agreed “i know it has, and i’m so sorry for that babe” he said grabbing your hand as he continued “i’ll promise to be better about it, you know that i don’t want to ruin what we have. i love you”

you smiled feeling 100 times better about the situation giving kevin a kiss on the cheek  

you lightly laughed as you pulled apart “the dinner is totally cold now by the way”

“let’s just order a pizza, it probably wasn’t that good anyway” he teased before you shoved him playfully in response

「 Choi Chanhee 」

what was suppose to be a relaxing day off spending it with your boyfriend choi chanhee it drastically changed into a nightmare

you both decided to spend the day shopping for some new clothes together

at first you thought it was a cute idea, thinking you would get matching couple outfits so that you can coordinate for the upcoming summer season

but it quickly turned into a stressful day when chanhee wanted you to try on every shirt, every dress, and pants, you were starting to regret this little outing until you finally snapped at him

“love, you would look so cute in this why don’t you-”

“no!” you yelled quickly covering your mouth at your sudden outburst in public

chanhee gave you a puzzled look not expecting your sudden change in mood

you quickly apologized not wanting to start a fight in public, pulling him to the side of the store where it was secluded from prying eyes

“chanhee… i’m sorry it’s just i’m tired i thought this would be fun but it’s stressing me out, it’s all too much” you sighed looking down at your shoes

chanhee pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and lifted your head up with his index finger

“oh love, don’t apologize i should be the one apologizing i’m sorry for being excited, i just wanted to have a fun day with you, let’s go home okay?” he reassured kissing your temple

「 Ji Changmin/Q 」

you had it all planned out, you were going to introduce your friends to your wonderful boyfriend ji changmin

you ultimately thought that they should finally meet him after dating for nearly 4 months

at first you had no idea why you decided to wait this long, considering you already met all the members and were close to each of them

you were extremely nervous and stressed for their first interaction you just wanted everything to be perfect with smooth sailing

changmin was going to meet two of your closest friends who were also a couple themselves

it was a chilly fall day when you all decided to meet up at a nearby cafe changmin’s hand in yours trying to warm it up blowing on it while pressing kisses

“don’t worry babe, it’s all going to work out fine” he smiled easing your nervousness

when you finally made it to the cafe your friends were already waiting and quickly made introductions  

they easily took noticed when changmin ordered your drink he knew you loved and paid for everything with his card as your friends gave you hushed whispers

“wow, he’s such a gentlemen” she gushed “yeah, and he even knew your order by heart” he replied giving you a thumbs up

you smiled when changmin returned with both of your orders giving you a cheek kiss when he sat down

to your surprise the conversation between the four of you went smoothly changmin easily wooing them with his charms and cheerful aura

your friends especially had a million questions when it came to his idol life out of general curiosity

changmin didn’t mind at all answering every single one with ease even laughing at the humorous ones

your heart melted at the interaction when you realized in the end you had nothing to worry about

「 Juhaknyeon 」

you knew juhaknyeon always loved your home cooking as he was always excited whenever he came home from practice knowing he would have a hot meal ready for him

but this time was different, you weren’t just cooking for him but cooking for his parents who so happen to be visiting you two

you met juhaknyeon’s parents before who were very down to earth and humble people always making you feel welcomed

but you had to admit you were a bit stressed trying to live up to the expectations

it was less than a couple of hours away before they would be arriving and you were running around the supermarket with juhaknyeon on your tail

“babe, slow down your gonna run out of energy” he grunted breathing heavily

“juhak you don’t understand your parents opinion mean the world to me, i want them to love my cooking” you said looking down at your hands trying to decide between the beef or pork belly

juhaknyeon gave you a side hug pulling you close “they are going to love whatever you make, because i love it too” he promised kissing the top of your head

when you finally made it back to the dorms and cooked up a storm that would’ve fed all 11 members juhakyeon’s parents finally made an appearance

after the quick greetings and the light scolding from juhak’s mother telling him to keep his room neater she finally took in your food spread

“wow! it all looks amazing [name] i’m sure it taste wonderful too” she smiled warmly pinching your cheek lightly

when you all finally sat down to eat you anxiously waited for juhakyeon’s parents comments

after a couple of bites juhak’s mother proudly exclaimed “it’s delicious [name] really! everything taste amazing, i’m so happy our son found someone who can feed him like this” she praised

you bowed your head thanking her for her positive comments as haknyeon grabbed your hand under the table squeezing it giving you a wink

「 Kim Sunwoo 」

you loved your mother dearly, but she was starting to text and call you nearly everyday about when you and sunwoo were finally going to get married

even though you loved sunwoo and were dating for a year and half you told her that it wasn’t a good time yet. sunwoo had major responsibilities when it came to his idol life

not to mention that you and sunwoo were still very young and just wanted to enjoy being together before you had to tackle even more responsibilities like marriage

you were laying in bed when you got off the phone with your mother after another hour long call

you sighed staring at ceiling fan feeling pressured and stressed when sunwoo walked in the bedroom

“hey babe, have you seen my adidas hoodie?” he wondered as he saw you looking emotionless at the ceiling

he hovered over you waving his hands across your face trying to get your attention

“hm? oh sorry it’s behind the door in the bathroom” you mumbled

sunwoo swiftly climbed on top of you resting his chin on your chest “what’s wrong babe? who was on the phone?” he asked

you hesistantly replied “it’s just my mother, she keeps wondering when.. well.. she keeps asking when we’re getting married” you laughed lightly

sunwoo smirked “oh really? close your eyes” he instructed

confused you did as you were told as you felt sunwoo get off you hearing the sound of the dresser opening

“okay now open” he said as you saw sunwoo with your own two eyes on his knee with a black velvet box in his hands

“sunwoo oh my god, don’t do this to me i-i’m” you stammered as you felt your hands begin to shake

he smiled and open the box where you saw a gorgeous sterling silver infinity ring with a small diamond in the middle

“[name] this isn’t an engagement ring, it’s a promise. a promise to always love you and cherish you, and to always respect you. i am going to marry you one day, when we’re both ready. i’ve never loved anyone as much as i love you” he vowed putting the ring on your finger

you then felt the tears flow grabbing his face with both your hands giving him a longing kiss falling back on the bed with him on top of you

as sunwoo began to take off his shirt that’s when you saw his necklace with the same infinity symbol as your ring

you smiled as you grabbed his necklace pulling him back down for another kiss

「 Eric Sohn 」

it was official you wanted to kill eric, he knew you were afraid of heights. yet he manage to persuade you on getting on an airplane to go to okinawa for a weekend getaway trip

you loved that he put so much thought into your weekend, making sure to pick the nicest hotel with a view by lots of restaurants and attractions

but you were beyond stressed, the only time you’ve been on an airplane is when you were little and moved to seoul from america, you barely remember the experience sleeping the entire trip

your body was shaking as you walked up the ramp finally boarding the airplane going to your seats

eric put away your luggage above the overhead bin and took the window seat hoping you would feel more comfortable being in the middle

as you took your seats your heart started to beat extremely fast and you started to breath heavily

eric took your hands in his “babe i promise it’s going to be okay flying is one of the safest ways to travel” he promised rubbing the side of your arm trying to calm you down

you nodded “no yeah your right i need to face my fears sometime” you bravely said

when the flight finally took off your nerves managed to subdued until you hit mild turbulence which freaked you out all over again

eric quickly grabbed his sleeping mask putting it over your eyes and large headphones with loud music trying to mask your senses which worked wonders as you lay your head on his shoulder

he held your hand tightly when you finally landed getting off the 2 hour flight

as you made your way to the hotel you were in awe of okinawa absorbing all the buildings and the mass of people walking by

you looked at eric “thank you eric this is amazing, i don’t think there’s anyone else i would trust to help me face my fears” you said bashfully

he leaned over and kissed your jaw “anytime babe” he murmured

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* © sunwoo-hoo 2 0 2 1  ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

[mammonsjuicyass]

Besti, inheard you were taking some commitions, so i am her to ask you! ༼

つ ◕◡◕ ༽つ hello!

I had a this thought last night at 2 am thingking : "Ayo, what if mc died infront of them, got reincarnatted which they look exactly the same as they used to, got selected as the next exchange student, and the brothers are having some freaky deja vuu, like, whenever mc's reincarnation smiled, their face flickered to mc for awhile and then back to normal"

Sorry if this doesnt make sense- english is not my first language and if you're nit comfy with it then please do ignore it, have a nice day bby ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

-Enn

First of all THIS MADE ME SO SAD BUT STILL ONE OF THE BEST IDEAS I CAN WRITE.

I hope I get your request right!! Also english is not my native language too so don't worry! I only made three brothers in this part but I will be keep going if you guys like this. Here we go. Enjoyyy <3

*GN! MC

- How would brothers react if you died and reincarnated -

TW: Mentions of death, suicidal Mammon and suicide, mental illnesses.

💕 Lucifer

No! No! No! Not like this, Mc you can't die in front of him. He.. he couldn't protect his sister and now he couldn't the person he loves. How is this fair?

Well, the be honest he always knew god would not let him have something beautiful like you without a catch. Still he was here after watching the most painful scene he immediately run to your body. Hold your small and cold hands.

He picked up your lifeless body and run to Diavolo to ask him if there was anything he can do. He was ready to sacrifice anything he run over his own pride. But sadly even the Demon Lord couldn't do anything. After all you were just a fragile human...

He took a look at your body and wished that he would meet you in another life again. With tears in his eyes even if he said his last goodbye he was scared to let you go. But in the and he had to watch the love of this life fade.

At first times he was staying at this room all day. Thinking about bittersweet memories. But girlll I'm telling you he literally is thinking about coming after you. After staying in for weeks he had to go out. This man is busy you know. He decided to wait till the day he sees you again.

Years come and go but the pain he carries from his sister's and love of his life's death never goes away. He kinda learns how to live with it..

Eventually.. he gets to a stage where he can't bare the pain.. he needs to welcome the new exchange student today after all this years. He slowly walks to the RAD. Cursing Diavolo for forcing him to smile at someone who isn't you.

But when he sees the new exchange student... his hearth skips few beats. Isn't that you Mc??? DID HE COMPLETELY GO MAD?? No, no, no, no.. you're dead. This can't be you. He would sense you from miles away.

But then this must be a sick joke because someone who ISN'T you looks exactly like you. He gots furious snaps at the royal butler.

After learning the new exchange student was your reincarnation.. he doesn't how to feel. Look he know this isn't you but at the same time he can't help wanting to hug your reincarnation. He needs this.

Eventually he starts getting small de javu's looking at the new exchange student. He feels like he's seeing you in HoL again... Even if he doesn't feel the warm feeling when he was with you it is enough for him.

Slowly he starts feel love again.. he first thought your reincarnation wouldn't be same but this... this is you. His love.. his beloved Mc.

He finds comfort in your reincarnation's lap.. he starts recreate new memories with you.. Even if you don't remember anything about him from your past lives he's just glad to see you again..

He'll make sure you never get hurt again. He won't screw up his second change.

💕 Mammon

Hey! Hey! Why aren't you answering The Great Mammon?? How dare you human he's right here confessing his love for you to wake up!!

It doesn't took long him to realize he failed on protecting you but still he's in denial for life. He won't accept the fact you're dead now.

But nah you ain't dead you will still come to casino with him right?? You're his lucky charm for Diavolo's sake.

Even tho he's still in denial he still can't stop his brothers taking away your body and organize a funeral for your memory.

But why are they crying??? You will be back soon. You wouldnt leave him alone. I guess they don't know that yet.

For years he keeps living in denial.. At some point he starts seeing you in hallways. He sees you watching movies with him. Well, it's no harm to say he lost his mind for real.

But this all ends when he hears the news about the new exchange student coming down.

He feels a sharp knife right on his hearth. His whole world stops. The reality hits him right on face. You died years ago in his arms. All of these you were living only in his head.

YOU REALLY ARE DEAD ARENT YOU?? YOU LEAVED HIM ALONE FOR REAL?? HOW.. HOW IS HE GONNA KEEP LIVING?? AND NOW THEY TRYING TO REPLACE YOU WITH SOME LAME HUMAN?

No.. no.. no he promised to be with you no matter what. He can't live without you. He needs you to breathe. So he decides to be with you again.

Right before the new exchange student arrives he lays down in a bathtub.. not knowing what happens after death..

He writes six different goodbye letters for his brothers. He is nervous about this all suicide thing.... he just can't bare the pain after spending his years in denial.

But he knows he'll meet with you again in a short time.. Hang on there Mc he's coming after you..

💕 Leviathan

I'm not gonna bush it around this man starts screaming and sobbing immediately.

He holds you in his arms trying to wake you up knowing you won't. One of the most painful things he had to go through. NO NO I CHANGE THAT THE MOST PAINFUL THING HE HAD TO GO THROUGH.

What is he supposed to do without his henry?? He just ordered a two player game..he needs his favorite normie for playing. Mc you need to come back right now.

Not surprisingly he refused to leave his room. But not the like usual. He doesn't go to eat. He doesn't go to RAD. He never leaves that room for years. He stops playing games and even streaming. He spend his time crying and thinking about you.

With you his yucky Otaku life was a fairytale but now... the game he brought to play with you is on his screen for years.

Kinda stupid but he still thinks you'll come back and play as his player 2.

AND IT SUDDENLY HAPPENS.

Did he lose his mind or is that you sitting in the dinner table.. yes it has to be you. He would recognize your smile from miles away.

He immediately runs to your reincarnation. He remembers the bittersweet memories again. His red face shows with tears in his eyes.

He gets close with your reincarnation and he finally plays that two player game with them. He starts leaving his room again. Hell he even changes his bed sheets.

Don't forget that you'll always be his favorite normie!!

I hope you guys like this.. WOFJEKF THIS IS MY FIRST LONG FIC SINCE THAT ONE DIRECTION FIC FROM 2015

[applesontheground]

venom and mania 🕯️

i felt under the weather all last week, which means i wrote a couple fics about it =w= of course i had to have something for my main slasher squeeze ❤

also, this might be a little ooc but whatever. just know that despite the direction i took i have one foot in the ‘bo would baby the shit out of a sick S/O’ shoe and the other in the ‘the extent of bo sinclair’s remedial care outside of his brothers would be to tell them to rub dirt on it’ shoe.

SFW | Word Count: 1,559 | Bo Sinclair x GN Reader

contains: mentions of illness (fevers in specific), implied kidnapping

You hadn’t gotten enough fevers as of late to know what one felt like anymore. That was the only reason why you weren’t taking your temperature right now, not ready to believe you were coming down with something.

At first, you had peeled off your shirt and silently cursed the heat, left with nothing else to do but sit at the gas station and read the same old book you had sitting under the counter for the fourth time that year. In the garage off to the side, Bo was fighting with the inside of a car, doing his usual chores of dismantling it for parts or other things that he found use for. When you let out a particularly rough cough, one that made your voice whimper from the harsh sting in your throat, the gravely Southern drawl piped up.

“Sounds like you got a frog in y’throat.”

Every once and awhile, you could feel Bo’s eyes graze through the doorway at you. He had never minded you sticking around with him, especially since you weren’t one to pester and found your own things to keep occupied with. If anything, it made it easier for him to make sure that you were “staying where you oughta”, something that still hadn’t seemed to let up. It wasn’t much of a cornerstone in your relationship now, considering you were sitting here by your own will and not trying to find the next free moment to bolt. In the state you were in, you wouldn’t have gotten too far anyways.

Your back was turned to him, hiding the pale complexion that shifted between flushed with heat and rigid with chills. You finally mustered an affirmative hum to his voice, but even that sounded awful as it was caught in the phlegm in your throat. While in the shower that morning, you had realized your voice had given out. Whenever you tried to speak, it came out as nothing but a breathless choke and whimper that grated the ears, words stirring the irritation in your throat. It wasn’t a pleasant experience for anyone, so you decided to feign from it.

You hoped that he wouldn’t catch on, because you weren’t sure how he might react if you were anything but healthy. Even after winning what you could guess you could call trust, there wasn’t a lot of room for him to loosen his grip on you. Tight as ever; tight as it was on the alluring presentation of this strange little town. The wordless watching was what was left after long weeks of captivity, struggling with him and his brothers to see you as trustworthy enough to be let out without some sort of tether.

It was almost as if their dog had more free will than you. She probably did, you mused, looking out the window and half expecting her to be strolling by. The thought would make you laugh if it wasn’t making you shiver with a deep, almost burning contempt.

Something also told you that if you said you weren’t well, he’d just brush it off, say you were just bellyaching and trying to cut a break to get out of his sight. You couldn’t believe that for sure, but you felt like you had gotten sort of close to knowing him.

Sure sounded like a Bo thing to think.

“I’m just ‘bout done,” Him striding in nearly scared you off the stool you were perched on, holding the book against the counter with flat palms. Anything to stop the shivering that kept clenching your arms. “Was thinkin’ we could call it a little early, maybe go back up to-“ When his eyes caught your face -- and you tried to muster a casual expression through the haze of exhaustion -- his smirk fell. The way they went from calm blue waters to an iced over pond didn’t help your cause. He turned to face you and prodded, “You alright?”

You bit your tongue, nodding. He watched signs of a lie form on your face; the wrinkles between your brows and your squared jaw caused him to walk around the counter. You merely sat where you were, averting his eyes as they bore in, and letting him push the back of his hand up against your forehead. His knuckles were immediately mingling in sweat, the stone of his ring pressing against your skin and making your head tip back, finally making you look at him again.

“You’re burning up.” He muttered, setting down the tool in his other hand. When you didn’t say anything, he sighed, “So, you gonna explain why didn’t you stay back?” He was digging his tongue into his cheek, hand on the counter as he leaned ever so slightly. This oughta be good, his eyes spoke, giving you a cold but encouraging raise of his eyebrows.

“...I didn’t want to be up there all day.” You winced, your voice only a warble coupled with agonizing breaks that made you press your lips together after speaking and look at the counter. Despite knowing it wouldn’t be pretty, even you were shocked with how awful it had come out. You weren’t sure if he had even heard words, the corners of his eyes wrinkling and his frown turning to a sneer to the sound alone. He then huffed, giving you a more concerned look over while chiding under his breath, “Aw, squeaky…” You shot him a bemused frown in return, surprised he was even capable of nicknames. Disdain was short-lived, replaced by a stunned straightening of your back as his arm came around your shoulders and his voice fell to something that grazed the nerves rather than slashed. “Getcha back home, okay?”

Feigning the affliction of his tone, you then supposed that this was some sort of olive branch. The trust between you two was far from great, yet you could see that he didn’t want you to sit around with a sweltering fever.

Again, something he didn’t say but felt right to you.

“Scoot.”

You pushed your body up to sit straight again on the couch, legs still stretched out as you bent at the hip. After getting in, you had collapsed over the arm, trying to get a moment of reprieve while Bo tracked down medicine that he had around the house. You saw that the label on it was faded, but your brain was too worn from the heat and the pressure in your sinuses to care too much. You watched him take the seat next to you, holding it and looking at you with that same expression he had been wearing since he first saw you in all your sickly glory.

Clearing your throat the best you could and adjusting yourself, you pretended to be interested in what was on TV while he began to unscrew the cap. Despite the terrible sound to your voice, you still croaked out in the best even tone that you could manage, “So, you’re just gonna sit and watch me try not to die?”

The cap popped off. “’S right.”

You tilted your head at him. “…Nothing around town that needs to still get checked on?”

“No – 'sides makin’ sure you don’t die.” He held the dropper up to your face, “Hush up and take this.”

You huffed, a comment that usually droppers were used on children in mind but digressing in favor of a remedy from the burning throat and shivers. You tried to hide the embarrassment as he spoke with the nozzle still in your mouth, eyes fixed to what he was doing in a haunting intensity you had seen somewhere before, “This is gonna make you drowsy, by the way.”

You nodded, settling your head on the back of the couch and feeling your body mold into the scratchy cushions, slightly fawning under the way he stared even when you appeared not to notice. Just as he had warned, though, your thoughts fell to static and your eyelids grew heavy. What felt like a blink had actually been the first to third quarter of the game that was thrown on.

A cough stirred up in your chest, followed by another murmur of pain as it brought more aches with it. You felt Bo’s shadow shift as he looked at you again. His hand brushed your knee as he whispered, “Come on, sickie.”

Half-awake, you let him coax you close, curling against his side as his arm draped over your upper back again. You could care even less about the complications. He was helping you, and that was enough to drive some sort of fever-induced affection through the usual uncertainty, even if it was just for the evening. Feeling the idle tremors, he was pulling the blankets off the back of the couch and tucking them around you without second thought, enveloping you in the dusty scent that seemed to cover the entire house despite there being people still living in it.

Bleary, you squeaked against his side, “You’re gonna get sick, Bo."

He clasped your torso to keep you pinned to him, eyes back on the TV as he muttered, “Well, I’m’a worry ‘bout that another day.” He leaned back slightly to let you slouch against him, and murmured when he was sure you were already falling asleep again, “You just get some rest.”

[aetherarf]

If you’re comfortable writing this, can you write a part 2 of the cheating scenario on Diluc’s side where the reader thinks about what he said more after leaving and realizes he didn’t consent to what happened and they go back to him?

Of course!! I guess I ended up making him the more redeemable... i should mention the last part of that story was very much him trying to... well. the warning will tell you.

[[ WARNING: ANGST, MENTION OF SELF HARM, MENTION OF R@PE ]]

[[ Summary: After a mistake, one where he could barely think and essentially poisoned by alcohol... you realize, after some thought, that it wasn't so much he cheated, but he was... sick. Literally.

Part One Here

Word Count: 1'962 ]]

You had left him, in a fit of anger and pain and betrayal. He told you that he cheated, and while, a little later, you could commend him for telling you so bluntly, without any flowery extra dialogue or excuses, only the pure truth...

That doesn't change what happened. If it happened once, it'll happen again.

You sat alone, glad you hadn't taken him up on his offer to move in just yet... You had a few things over there, that you were probably never going to get back... but that was fine. Things could be replaced. Sadly, time couldn't be.

For awhile you just minded your own business, guiltily thinking over everything. Were you good enough? Is that why he cheated? Or were the two of you nothing?

You found yourself walking to the Angel's Share, wanting to see some old friends to talk to... just to feel a little better, but you froze as the door was open--What were you doing, walking right into his establishment that he often bartended...

No, but he wasn't here. Charles was sitting there, and he glanced at you, a look of... pain, perhaps? in his eye, but he said nothing, pouring a mug for some random man, who took it and walked off immediately.

You decided to just leave, without a single word. No one stopped you, but why would they?

That night, you instead went to the Cat's Tail, not touching a drop of alcohol, simply some non-alcoholic, but sugary sweet drinks as you pet the kitties, leaving for a few moments to get them some treats. It was a nice distraction, even if that fluffy red cat in the corner kept reminding you of Diluc...

Moving was sounding like a tempting option, but you'd give yourself a few more days at least before making a serious decision. Your heart was aching and tender, you needed at least a little time.

The next day, you went out, stocked up on food, and did nothing but hide inside from the rest of the world. The next, you didn't even leave, you just hid.

Finally, you decided to try Angel's Share. You weren't as familiar with the people in the Cat's Tail... and maybe Kaeya was there? He knew Diluc better than even you, and he could, maybe, give some outside insight... even if he hated your guts, he could at least shed some light onto the reality.

You dressed oddly, trying to hide from the world in a hood, head lowered. As you walked in, however, you realized this was unnecessary, as Charles was still working the counter.

You took your hood off, and sat at the bar, "Hey, Charles."

"Greetings," he said, having been putting something under the counter as you sat down, "What do you want?"

"Is Kaeya here?" You asked... he looked at you oddly.

"No, left in a rush. Some Knightly business." He probably knew more, he was a smart man who knew when to speak and when to seal his lips.

"... has, uhm," you felt like an idiot, but you wanted to ask, "Has Diluc been around? I haven't heard of anything about him lately." Not a total lie, there was always gossip about him. But--he sighed, and shook his head.

"No one in Mondstadt has seen him in a few days."

Your heart sunk--you aren't even entirely sure why.

"Some wonder if he died, and they're trying to figure what to do with the Winery," He looked at you oddly, "Some say he's sick," He began cleaning a glass, "Some say he's just left on some private business. But that's all I heard."

You knew that, just before... that night, there had been high-strung gossip about some drama, about how Diluc had caused issue with the Knights again ( something thrown drastically out of proportion ), and if there was sudden silence...

"Sorry for taking up your time, thank you, I remembered I have something to do," He just nodded as you pushed yourself up, rushing out of the building.

Charles just shook his head, knowing better to even mutter... someone always liked to listen.

...

"Master Diluc," Adelinde said, her voice soft, "Do you need anything."

"I'm fine." He said, weakly. His skin was pale, and he looked beyond just sick. Too much alcohol, even a glass caused him to spew blood, from his dramatic moment where he wanted to spew out his insides to stop breathing, it had taken a massive toll on his body.

However, he had done little to nothing, too weak to fight it. A broken heart plus physical damage was a battle seldom won. But, he would, somehow, even if another part of him died.

He knew better. After... after what had happened, the only other time he truly tried at intimacy ended to agonizingly, he shouldn't have tried a second time, but he did.

He would not try a third.

The door to his room opened, and Adelinde walked over, the sound of hushed whispers, before it clicked shut and she turned back to Diluc.

"You... have a visitor."

Diluc was silent.

"It's... them." Adelinde said, with no small degree of fear and worry, and for the first time, he pushed himself up--his head was reeling, flopping back onto the bed, his hand over his eye, groaning.

Blood loss did that.

"Did they," he inhaled, "Did they say what they wanted?"

"They said 'just to talk.'

He, much slower this time, shifted to sit up. "Have them sit in the main room and wait, I need a moment."

"Are you alright alone?" She asked, as though it was not the only thing he had asked for. His silence was enough to tell her, and she left the room, the door clicking behind her.

He got dressed--Tempted to wear his normal coat, but he opted for a simple outfit that looked decent enough. He was too tired for anything else. Finally, he got up, and walked slowly, wondering if he should have had you come straight in... but, no, he knew better to ask of that.

You were sitting, waiting and twiddling your thumbs, looking up as he walked by. You stood, but he sat down in a chair near to you, but giving you enough space that you'd have to stand up to reach him...

A tactical move.

You sat back down, trying to just get a little closer.

"I'm very tired," he said, "So please tell me what you need from me."

His words were harsh, he was not trying to send you away, to scare you off. He enjoyed, to a degree, seeing you close once again, but it was agony as well, ripping his heart in two. He would not prolong the conversation, but he would not force it to a halt.

Emotions were hard to endure.

"I-I just... I didn't hear anything about you recently." You were worried.

Were you afraid of having to live with the guilt of an unstable man?

"I'm sick, and weak, but fine. I've just been recovering."

You swallowed thickly, "May I ask what from?"

He hesitated, tugging at his sleeves, wishing he had put on a pair of gloves to fiddle with, "Alcohol reaction. It tore up my insides quite badly." He explained, "I'll be fine in a week or so."

... You knew it hurt him, but... this bad?

"That's... okay." You didn't know what to say... and finally sighed. "I want to... I didn't, I left too soon. I didn't... think about you at all, and I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I cheated, that's all there was."

If he was honest, he felt disgusted. He didn't... he didn't remember the face of the woman--was it even a woman? But he felt... awful, sick, torn up. Just like...

The first time.

He shuddered.

"Is that all?" He asked.

"I want to know what happened," you stated, half wanting to hope maybe it was a misunderstanding. If he had, while in his drunken, and admittedly air deprived state, kissed some woman and thought it was you... You could forgive that.

However, he just looked down.

"I..." he swallowed thickly, "I don't remember much. I was pressured into drinking alcohol, and I couldn't spit it all out."

"Who pressured you?"

"I don't remember. It was... some sort of tense situation. I think there was a man, and a woman, and she wouldn't drink it. It was... tense... I think I drank it. She was upset, and eventually ran off, I don't remember."

"... Was it drugged?"

Diluc's eyes widened for a moment.

"I," he struggled to think, "That may have been why I drank it, to... stop her from drinking it."

You were scared to hear the rest of the story.

"I drank it, Charles was there, and I went to the back. I don't-everything was fuzzy. Someone's mouth... on me, then they..."

There were tears in his eyes, and he wobbled a little in his seat.

"I'm sorry, I... I don't think I can keep speaking, it... hurts."

"It hurts?"

He nodded, tears on his face, with all the vulnerability of a young child who was scared and alone.

You weren't stupid.

"Did you... want it?" You asked, and he shook his head,

"No," he was choked up, openly crying as he tried to hide it, "No, no... I didn't."

You didn't care about this distance, standing up, gently resting your hand on his leg, and then holding him. He hugged you, but he felt so weak.

"I'm so sorry," You felt yourself tearing up--you had to be strong. Not only did something horrific happen to him, which he could scarcely speak of, but you had made it all worse by punishing him for it.

"I want to be there for you, I want to take care of you... I'm sorry, I fucked up. I understand if you're upset, or mad, and if you don't forgive me..."

Suddenly, and for only a moment, his hug had crushing force, pulling you closer.

"I just don't want to be alone."

"You won't be alone," you cooed, sweetly, "Do... you want to go to bed?"

He nodded, weakly whimpering, and you helped him to his feet, the two of you walking ahead to the bedroom--Not missing how badly he struggled. You knew his allergy to alcohol was bad, but this bad?

You made your way in, ignoring the harsh and confused looks of the staff, shutting the door behind you.

Everything looked the same as you left, and you helped him sit down, how he... slumped, weakly.

"Do you want to get undressed?"

Slowly, he nodded, and you started with his shirt, pulling it off, tossing it to the side, resolving to let the maids deal with it later... But, you froze, seeing bandages on his arms, you grabbing his hand and pulling it a little closer to you, looking at it.

"What happened?" You asked, and he was... quiet.

"I felt..." He was trying to think, and refused to look at you, "Unclean. I... In a moment, I... thought I could claw it off."

"... Is this why you're so weak."

Slowly, he nodded, and then looked up at you with the look of a puppy that was about to be punished, "Are you mad at me?" He asked, voice aquiver as he was about to cry.

Are you mad, you thought, yes, but only at whoever hurt you.

"No," you said, sitting down beside him, hugging him, feeling him lean his weight into you, "But I want you to look for help, someone who can help you."

He nodded, still weakly holding onto you.

"I didn't think it'd happen again."

Again. How horrifying a single word could be.

"You don't have to deal with it by yourself, this time."

[slasherscream]

Hi I don’t know if you write for Thomas Hewitt or Vincent Sinclair but if you do you could you please make some headcanons about them and the other slashers like if they got into a fight with their s/o and how it would go, what it would be about, and how they would make up with their s/o please? It’s totally fine if you don’t want to. But if you do then thank you so much!

fighting with the slashers 

A/N: i do write for vincent (on a related note i also write for bo and maybe lester i haven’t tried him out yet)!

vincent sinclair 

You didn’t stay put when Vincent told you to and you got hurt. 

You hadn’t planned to leave. Until the sun started to go down and no one came back to the house to check up on you the way they so often do when there are visitors in town.

You are Ambrose’s second best kept secret. Alive because Vincent took one look at you and couldn’t bare to hurt you. And though Bo gripes about you he couldn’t tell Vincent no. Not when Bo saw the way Vincent held you behind him, head lowered but shoulders set, ready to actually fight him on something for once in their lives. 

So you’re kept in the house when there are people around. Other than not being able to leave it’s your only real rule. Vincent wants you to have no part in the more grisly aspects of the town and Bo and Lester honor his wish.

But the town is dead silent and no one has come to check on you. Most times Lester even comes to stay with you like some sort of babysitter. It used to irritate you, despite your fondness for the youngest brother. Now without him there your hands shake, and your eyes wander, and your ears burn as if pumping extra blood there will make you hear better. But there’s nothing to be heard. No screams. No cries. No Bo shouting. No guns going off. 

So you leave the house, searching for one of them. Instead you’re found by a survivor and held hostage in front of the twins. 

You all stand still for a long while, the victim not knowing what to do and the boys unable to move due to the knife digging into your neck, already drawing blood. 

Lester had been the one to save you, sneaking up behind your captor and stabbing them. You ran to Vincent on shaking legs and he gathered you into his arms, moving to take you back home. You could hear the screams of the man who’d almost killed you ringing through the streets behind you and shivered.

Vincent had cleaned your cut in silence and somehow had managed to barely touch you. Before you could blink he’d shut himself into his workshop and you were left alone until Bo came home and chewed you out.

You kept yourself busy cleaning and then prepared for bed, knowing it would be awhile before Vincent would come and join you. The sleep didn’t come easy as you were still shaken up, but eventually it came. 

You woke in the middle of the night to an empty bed and realized that if you didn’t go to get him Vincent wouldn’t be getting any sleep tonight. 

You walk drowsily through Ambrose’s underbelly, the smoldering heat not doing you any favors, until you arrive at Vincent’s workshop where he’s hunched over his desk, unmoving. 

Not wanting to startle him you call his name quietly and you see his head tilt in acknowledgement but he doesn’t turn to look at you. 

Slowly you move until your front is resting against his back, even slower your arms encircle him and you kiss his shoulder, feeling guilty at the tension laying dormant in them. “I’m sorry, Vince. I was just worried about you so... so I left the house. I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry I didn’t listen. I won’t do it again.”

He turns and there’s a pause, and then he moves his hands, fluid but slow. They’re shaking despite how strong you know they are. He tells you how he can’t lose you. How he loves you. He asks you to promise him that next time you’ll listen and you do, and you mean it. 

It’s only then that he pulls you into his lap and holds you tightly. You think he’s crying behind his mask but you just hold him back equally as tight and whisper I’m sorry against his steady pulse. 

pelle

He doesn’t like the company you keep. 

He has a plan. He has a plan to take you away from this strange, uncaring world that doesn’t deserve you. That doesn’t love you or care about you. If he sticks to the plan everything will be so easy. 

But sometimes Pelle loves you too much to bite his tongue. 

He can see it clearly, your perfect future where he takes care of you, and his family takes care of you, and you let them do it, and you’re happier for it; but you don’t live in that perfect future, you live in the frigid, imperfect present.

Here you stay up late in the night to help a friend finish a term paper when last week they didn’t even call when you were sick. You gave a classmate your umbrella to borrow a month ago, and today you come back shaking from the rain because they never bothered to return it.

A thousand little kindnesses that the world outside the Hårga spit on. 

He knows that all these moments of careless apathy towards you will only strengthen the draw you’ll feel when you finally meet his family.

You have the heart of a Hårga and he knows that you’ll feel that connection.

Still, the way the outside world, the way your friends and family slight you at every turn, makes his blood run hot. He’s never felt anger like this before. It is all consuming and yet he must stomach it alone.

And so his tongue is careless sometimes. He asks in tones that he shouldn’t use with you “you’re going out with them again?” and “but didn’t they-?” and still he is angry. The words do not ease the feelings because they do not fix the problem. 

Pelle must lead you into the arms of his family and their way of life. He cannot push you. But he doesn’t know how not to take care of you. 

He wants to beat away the leeches and moths that cling to your light and whisk you away to home where the sun will warm you with its love.

Your fights are gentle, and so you might never refer to them as fights when people ask you if you ever argue with Pelle. 

There is no yelling, or balled fists, or the animal sensation of fight or flight. He leads you to sit down with him and holds your face in his hands. Unthinkingly you mimic the gesture and he smiles at you lovingly. One kiss and he tells you that he doesn’t like your friends. Another and he says that you deserve better, deserve the world. 

You try to get a word in edgewise, to deny the claims he makes, to tell him that they really do care about you, but the words are smothered by his soft lips. He kisses you until your brain goes somewhere loved and numb. He slips your coat off of your shoulders and pulls you close. He keeps you there until you forget that you had anywhere to be besides his arms. 

You and Pelle don’t fight. 

chucky and tiffany 

Tiffany is used to Chucky being a piece of shit. You are not.

Upside to fighting with Chucky is that Tiffany is immediately on your side, even if you’re in the wrong (I’m joking it’s always Chucky’s fault.)

Downside is that the whole house is now up in fucking chaos. 

chucky: tiff where are my fucking keys?

tiffany: in hell! why don’t you go and grab them?

You appreciate her fighting spirit but she’s really going in on y’all’s man. 

Which is not to say that Chucky doesn’t deserve it. Because he does deserve it, but you know from personal experience that being on Tiffany’s bad side is scary.

Why are you and Chucky fighting? Chucky is an insensitive asshole, and even the toughest skin isn’t bullet proof. 

The aftermath of whatever Chucky did is a lot of sullen silence from you; the sounds of a knife chopping a little too loudly in the kitchen from Tiff; and loud bits of huffing and puffing from Chucky as he stomps around the house. 

At first he thinks he can just wait out your anger until you start missing him. It used to work with Tiffany all the time!

But this relationship involves three people. You’re not so quick to get desperately lonely, especially if Tiffany isn’t the partner you’re fighting with. Do you miss Chucky? Sure. Do you miss him enough to let him be an asshole just to get some cuddle time in on the couch? As if! Tiffany is the better cuddler anyway. 

The man child is going to have to say sorry and mean it. 

Of course this means that your relationship is going be sans-Chucky for at least a week.

Tiffany reaches the breaking point before Chucky does. Obviously more in-tune with your feelings she can tell how much the fight is getting to you and no one messes with her sweetheart! Not even Chucky.

You’re going to hear her delicately clearing her throat, look up from your phone, and find Tiffany holding Chucky at fucking knife point. 

tiffany: do you have anything to say, chucky?

chucky, trying to decide if he’ll let tiffany kill him just to prove a point: ....

tiffany: i’ll start with your dick-

chucky: i’m sorry! are you fucking hAPPY?!

You’re gonna be like no!!! I do not accept the apology you gave me under extreme duress! At which point you turn over in bed and pull the covers over your head.

You’ll hear rapid-fire whispering and then the bed dips behind you. A knee presses into your back, and kisses are pressed carelessly to where your head should be beneath the covers. Then, finally, the quietest “I didn’t mean it, doll.” as he pulls the blanket back in order to look at your face. 

You’re stopped dead by the softness on his face. By the softness he let’s you see, even if it’s only for a moment. It might not be the words I’m sorry but it sounds like them. It sounds like an I miss you, as well.

When you drop your phone and throw your arms around his neck, touching him for the first time in a week, Chucky sighs in relief. 

Not ten seconds passes before Tiffany has thrown herself over the both of you, suffocating you in her loving embrace. Just like that, balance is restored in the Lee Ray-Valentine household. For now. 

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Dark!Mob!Thor x Pregnant!Reader Future and Slight Loki x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings~ 18+, Dark, Angst, Language, Attempt of Seducing(?), Choking (Non-sexual), Abuse, Violence, This shit is deep y'all

A/N: Hiiiiii I'm backkk! Thanks for all the love on the last one so here's one I just came up with. I was just brainstorming ideas ngl. Another thing I am new to Tumblr, I found it in the middle of March and I don't know how to like link a part 2 ya know. Cuz I want this story to have a part 2 so I will figure it out lol. Enjoy!

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Ever since you met the mobster he was sweet and gentle with you. So caring, nothing lime how he is to his enemies. For a year Thor has been the same person you met and more but now it felt like him and his feelings are drifting away.

You found out you were pregnant two weeks ago but Thor hasn’t given you the time of day so you could sit him down and tell him. Claiming he was busy with work. It has also been awhile since the two of you had sex. You thought to yourself that maybe he was stressed, drowning in work and all. So you decided to try and help him out.

Knocking on the door twice you immediately here a ‘Come in.’ from and deep grumpy voice that was obviously Thor’s. You turned the door knob and stepped inside seeing Thor’s head buried in papers stacked up on top of his desk. You sigh quietly shutting the door and gliding closer to his desk.

“Speak, don’t waste my time.” You gulped. “Hi baby.”

“What Y/n, can’t you see I’m busy now.”

“Thor you seem to be under a lot of stress now baby I would just like to help you out.” You purr.

“Y/n how would you help me? You don’t know anything about the Mob.” He raises his voice.

“Look if you have no real reason to be in here then leave.” By now you notice he is running quickly out of patients. You are almost in his eye sight on the side of his desk now. Grazing your finger tips along important stacks of papers.

You chuckle lightly. “No Thor not like that. Just let me finish telling you bub. Can you look at me, please?”

He sighs and turns his chair towards you. He frowns even more. Your body covered in lacey red lingerie, leaving little to the imagination. Showing off all your curves and imperfections. You can still fit your clothes due to you baby bump not showing because it is still early in the pregnancy.

“Come on honey, taking a break let me help you relax.” You move forward straddling his lap. Fingers running through his long locks of beautiful blonde hair.

He rolls his eyes, which is a surprise to you and makes you frown.

“Y/n I don’t have the time for this!” This time he yells and this action makes you flinch so you immediately stand up with your head down staring at your bare feet.

“I’m sor-” He cuts you off. “No don’t you fucking get it woman! I don’t want your company. Leave me to do my work so I can give you a better life. I pay for all the shit you have and you can’t even let me do my job! Get the hell out now!”

You’re shocked, he has never used that tone with you or those choice of words. It felt like he was treating you as if you worked for him. You’re his girlfriend not just some anybody that he could raise his voice to.

You knew what you were about to say would possibly hurt his ego or yourself, but he needed to be brought down a peg or two.

“Why are you yelling at me like I did something wrong! What crawled up your ass and died? You selfish prick! I was trying to do something nice for you to get you out of this hell-hole you put yourself in! ASSHOLE!”

As soon as you were finished he bolted out of his chair and wrapped his hand around your neck slamming your back against the wall behind you. You couldn’t believe what was happening and your body went into panic as his grip hot tighter the more you struggled. All you could think about was if he was going to kill you or not, if you were going to get out of here alive and about your unborn baby.

“P-please no.”

“How dare you speak those words to me. DO YOU KNOW WHO THE FUCK I AM BITCH!? I AM THE KING OF THE MOB, I COULD HAVE YOU DEAD AT THE SNAP OF MY FINGER!”

He let you drop to the ground, coughing and gasping for air. Tears rolling down your eyes, devastated and defeated you tried to stand up but was kicked down in the back by a furiated Thor.

“By midnight I want you and all your shit put out my house. You’re lucky I’m letting you keep it. Now scram.”

Your heart broke in millions of pieces on the spot from when he first raised his voice at you. It was hard getting off the floor but even harder to accept that the father of your unborn child has kicked you out of the house and even had the audacity to put his hands on you like he said he never would. That empty promise you should've known it was all a lie. You should have never given him a chance. All of those talks about your future together was bullshit. All of the talks about you being his wife one day bullshit. And to tie it all together the talks about starting a family together was absolute bull-fucking-shit.

Bursting through the room you shared with him bought back all of the sweet memories of the love making, when one of you were sick in bed and the other took care of them, the cuddles, the arguments, the playful fighting, the empty promises, the crying, the laughter. It all hit you at once it made you drop to your knees sobbing into your palms confused.

What made him not love you anymore? What made him put his hands on you? What made him tip over the edge to lash out on you like that? Where would you go? Who would you call?

You were so stressed out with questions and overwhelming feelings you had to remember that you were pregnant and had to convince yourself to calm down. Fifteen minutes of deep breaths you gathered yourself and got your composure back to normal.

Jeans and a sweatshirt was what you slipped on. Pulling out two suitcases from under the bed you started packing. Looking at the time it was 11:39pm so you closed the suitcases and zipped up duffle bags. Heading downstairs you saw your good friend Heimdall reaching for your hand to help you down the last step.

“May I take that from you Ms.Y/l/n?” You sighed handing them to him knowing that he would have gotten it anyway.

He frowned noticing your pained expression. Your back starting to hurt now.

“Y/n are you alright? You seem to be in pain.”

“N-no I’m fine I just need to go.”

“Are you going on a trip? Why so many bags?”

You sighed at the reminder.

“No Heimdall I won’t be back, thank you for doing for me and being a wonderful friend but I’m afraid that it is my time for a new chapter in my life. Please do not ask any questions I do not feel like speaking on it at the moment.” Heimdall nodded respecting your wishes as he escorted you to your car.

“Thank you Heimdall.” You whisper quietly. “Farwell and no, thank you.” You had no idea how much he appreciated you for coming into Thor’s life and opening your heart to him to show and teach Thor how to love and care. You truly did turn Thor’s life around and it showed.

You pulled him in for a hug as you climbed into the drivers seat. Unsure of where to go. You pulled out of the driveway of the mansion. Once you were on the road you had no idea who to call, you gave up your family and friends for Thor. So you called the only person you knew would take you in.

Loki.

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The Test

Summary: You find out your pregnant, but Henry is busy building his computer.

Word Count: 2184

Warnings: none. Fluff.

A/N: requests are open so is taglist. Enjoy!

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Plus sign. Well that happened. You stared down at the plastic stick, the little screen telling you something you felt you already knew given the last couple of days. That, and some quick math had you peeing on a stick in the upstairs bathroom. Capping the end, you held it in your hand, wondering what to do with it. You could simply throw it away, and come up with a way to tell Henry without it. You didn't need proof, he would believe you given what you two had decided to do with the time the pandemic and the shutting down of filming had given you.

But you were bored. And if Henry got to amuse himself building a computer on the dining room table, you could amuse yourself too.

Kal greeted you when you opened the bathroom door, hopeful you would give him the attention his dad wouldn't. Henry had been up since dawn building his computer. It was like Nerd Christmas for him, and you were fairly sure he hadn't slept much last night out of excitement for today. You couldn't exactly begrudge him this since you had taken a week off when Devil May Cry 5 came out last year. That was one of the many reasons you and Henry worked; you were both nerds.

"Hey buddy. Let me just check in with your dad, and then we will go for a walk." You scratched the American Akita behind his ears, leaning down to kiss his nose when he offered it to you.

You tucked the pregnancy test into your hand, pressing it up your arm so that you were hiding it. You could hear the magic happening in the dining room, the clicking of parts coming together, the clinking of the screwdriver as he secured them. You couldn't help but smile as you poked your head around the corner to see Henry hunched over the table in his favourite blue tank top, lines of concentration creasing his forehead.

"Good morning, sweetheart." Henry glanced up to flash you one of his dazzling smiles. Your heart thumped in your chest every time he gave you one. "Have a good sleep?"

You shrugged as you sidled up beside him, careful to keep the test hidden. Henry turned in his chair, resting his hands on your hips as you stepped between his legs. You loved how dainty he made you feel when he held you close, enveloping you in his warm embrace. Slowly you leaned down, caressing your lips against his. You kept your eyes open, watching him carefully as you stealthily placed the test on the table behind some computer parts while he was distracted by your kiss.

"I'm going to take Kal for a walk, so you have the house to yourself for a bite." You whispered with a final peck. Henry's attention seemed divided at the mention of giving him quiet time. Cupping his cheek, you couldn't help the grin on your face. "Have fun."

Henry gave your hips a squeeze of appreciation before he turned his attention back to the computer laying in pieces across the table. You had to fight the giggle that threatened to bubble from your lips as you usher Kal out of the dining room. You grabbed a granola bar on your way out of the house, tucking your phone into your back pocket after making sure the ringer was on.

The clock was running now. You wondered how long it would take for Henry to discover the pregnancy test as you clipped Kal's leash to his collar and left the house.

***

When you got back from the trails, Henry hadn’t moved, but the computer was coming along. He now had a GoPro camera strapped to his head, filming himself for his Instagram page. Without a word, you glanced around, seeing the pregnancy test sticking out from behind a few parts still, right where you left it. Silently chuckling, you made your way upstairs as a wave of morning sickness crashed over you. How you thought this had just been a stomach bug was beyond you.

After emptying your stomach and brushing your teeth, you crawled into bed, suddenly exhausted down to your bones. Curling on your side, you cursed yourself for getting pregnant. Not that you weren’t happy. There was just so much about pregnancy that was not sitting well with you. Hugging Henry’s pillow to your front, you sighed, allowing his scent to wash over you, calming the turmoil you felt inside. He would make a great dad, there was no doubt about that. You, however, weren’t sure how you would be as a mom.

Tears pricked your eyes, but you fought them down. Wasn’t it too early in the pregnancy for your hormones to be this out of whack? You refused to let yourself become a bumbling mess about this. There had to be something that could help.

Giving up on a nap, you decided to have a bath. The warm water sounded so soothing right then. Tiptoeing to the bathroom, though you were pretty sure Henry was too engrossed in his computer building to notice that you were having a bath at an odd time in the day, you shed your clothes. Eyeing yourself in the mirror, you turned sideways, trying to imagine what you would look like pregnant. You hoped you weren’t like your sister who seemed to be pregnant everywhere. A little beach ball on the front was wishful thinking, you knew, but isn’t that what every pregnant woman hoped for?

As you waited for the tub to fill, you decided to light your lavender and honey candle, hoping it would help calm your jumpy nerves. You couldn’t decide which was more exhausting, the jumpy nerves, or the fact that every few hours you were emptying your stomach. Dipping your toe in, you sighed at the welcoming warmth. Sliding your body into the warm hug, you realized just how achy your body was. Pregnancy sucked, you mentally grumbled.

The water lapped around you, and the candle filled the room with its relaxing scent. You felt your body relax as your eyes slid close.

***

“WHAT!?” You jolted out of your stupor when you heard Henry call out. Your brain felt like it was shroud in a fog, and it took you a moment to remember what he was doing, and why he might be yelling so loudly. When he filmed himself for social media, he usually kept pretty calm and quiet. Nothing like what he sounded like now.

His heavy foot falls thundered up the stairs. You were just sitting up in the tub as he threw the door to the bedroom open, not caring as it thumped hard against the wall. From the bathroom, you could see that the GoPro was still attached to his head. You sent a silent pray out that the GoPro was off, and Henry wasn’t filming you when he turned to see you in the bathroom attached to the bedroom. At least you knew it wasn’t live, or you would have to have a discussion with him about that. His followers didn’t need to see you taking a bath.

He held up the stick to you, his face a mask of disbelief.

Your smile told him everything he needed to know. He was across the room in a matter of seconds, stepping into the tub while you laughed and shrieked. Water sloshed over the edge, splashing on to the tiled floor and making a mess as he lowered himself on top of you. His body surrounded yours, and he didn’t seem to care that he was soaking his clothes, putting his GoPro at risk, and wreaking havoc on the bathroom in general. He cupped your face, staring at you for a moment, letting you see the pure joy on his face.

Your heart jumped at his reaction. You hadn’t realized how nervous you had been about what he would say until he had you in his arms, a giant grin curving his lips. He kissed your face all over, sweet pecks as laughter rumbled in his chest.

“You going to tell me how long that test has been sitting there?” Henry asked gently, pulling away with a smile still in place on his face. You grinned, glancing at the clock in the bedroom to see what time it was. Henry’s fingers tapped your neck impatiently where he was still cupping you.

“About 5 hours apparently.” You snorted. Though you had known it was going to take him awhile to notice the test, you didn’t think it would have been 5 hours. Note to self: when Henry is focused, it is no joke. The look on his face made your snort turn into a full laugh as his eyes bugged out of his face. Calming down, you blinked innocently at him. “Sorry, babe, but I didn’t want to disturb you when you were having so much fun building your computer.”

“I highly doubt that is the reason.” Henry fixed you with a mock stern look. He growled at you, before leaning in for a searing kiss. Your toes curled in the water, and the heat of the kiss shot through your body, lighting all your nerves on fire. His lips slowly mirrored yours, his tongue exploring your mouth. Your hands pulled at his soaked shirt, trying to get at the warm skin underneath. Henry laughed as he pulled away, shaking his head. “Ah ah. Not until you tell me the real reason?”

“Not fair!” You stuck your lower lip out in a mock pout. Henry quirked an eyebrow, making you cave. “I wanted to see how long it would take you to find it, okay? I was curious.”

Henry snorted, shaking his head again. He didn’t doubt for a second that that was your true intention. You had proven that you did things out of curiosity just to see what would happen all the time. There was still a burnt patch in the grass from the last time you were curious. He leaned up, and peeled his shirt off, finally giving you what you wanted. You ran your hands hungrily over his chest, and around his back. Henry’s face softened when you pulled him down to you for a hug. You tucked your face into his neck, sighing contentedly.

“We can get out now.” You mumbled, realizing how uncomfortable he probably was. The tub wasn’t the biggest, and hugging was definitely awkward.

With one last kiss, Henry got out of the tub, spilling more water onto the floor. He ignored the large puddle, his attention fully on you, as he offered you his hands to help you out of the tub. He wrapped you in a fluffy towel, running another one over your arms and legs to dry you. You felt a little weird being doted on like that, but it seemed like something he felt he needed to do. He combed through your hair, untangling the wet ends.

“Pajamas or clothes?” Henry asked when he was done, smiling at you in the mirror.

“PJs please.” You returned his smile. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder before disappearing in the bedroom. Looking around at the mess, you decided to follow him so your pjs wouldn’t end up wet.

“Are you happy?” You asked quietly, apprehension gripping your stomach and heart. A wave of nausea washed over you, and you couldn’t tell if it was from morning sickness or not knowing how he would answer.

Henry paused in his search for the flannel pajamas you loved so much to turn to you. He took in the look on your face and abandoned his search completely, coming to stand in front of you. You worried your lower lip as you looked up at him through your eyelashes. He brought his hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb stroking across your lip, encouraging your teeth to let it go. He tilted your chin up so you were looking him directly in the eye. His blue eyes were a storm of emotions that you couldn’t decipher.

“Did I plan for this? No. Did I think I wanted this? Also, no.” You tore your eyes from his, trying to turn away from him as the hurt started to eat away at you. Henry gently turned you back to him with his hands on your shoulders. He squatted down a little so he could look you in the eyes again. “Am I ridiculously happy about it? Absolutely. Do I want it now? Also, absolutely.”

Your heart leapt at his words, a lightness floating inside you. He pulled you into his warm body, enveloping you in his arms. Tucked against him, you didn’t doubt for a second that he wanted this. Wanted you. Wanted your baby. Tears pricked your eyes, and a sob caught in your throat.

“Happy tears.” You told Henry when he realized you were crying. Pressing a kiss to the top of your head, he hugged you tighter, and you never wanted to be let go.

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Closer Than Before (Rachel Green x Reader)

Part 1

You managed to make it almost a year before you’d seen anyone from your old friend group. You had really put yourself into your work and you’d climbed up the ladder at your firm, going from handling just divorce cases to more upper level and higher paying things. You had a wider net of clientele and that meant that you’d begun to attend events and galas now. 

“Y/n?” It’d been forever since you’d heard his voice last, but you knew that had to be Joey. You turned around and greeted him with a smile. He didn’t seem as excited to see you as you did him. “It’s been awhile.” 

“It has,” you said as you stepped away from the circle of people you’d been talking to and towards him. “How have you been?” 

“Good, really good actually. Man, nobody is going to believe that I saw you here,” Joey said with a small chuckle. “Monica said that you stopped calling.” 

“Old phone fell out of a window, had to get a new one. I’ve always been terrible with numbers,” you lied. Joey nodded and ordered a couple of drinks for the two of you. “So, um, how’s everyone been?” 

“Okay, I guess. Trying to adjust to you just not being around,” Joey admitted. You put your hand on his back and he leaned into you. “Rachel, she’s really sorry you know.” 

“I am too Joey.” 

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It took you another month to bite the bullet and call Monica. She arranged for the two of you to meet up for dinner and you asked if she’d invite Chandler too. All you had to do after that was wait the week for the dinner and show up, which was the hard part. They both looked slightly different, like they were tired and you couldn’t help but feel like maybe a bit of that was your fault. 

“Snazzy, is that Prada?” Monica asked as she saw you waiting at the restaurant. 

“It is. I’m on a designer salary now.” You cracked a little smile as you pulled her into a hug. You let her go and then rushed over to Chandler, launching yourself into his arms. 

“Yeah, I’m happy to see you too. Joey said that he saw you at a party, I didn’t realize you were a big wig now,” Chandler said and you shrugged. 

“I have some clients in high places. I’m discreet enough to warrant some very nice gifts and invitations.” The three of you sat at the table and ate together. They let you know how everybody else was doing, skipping over Ross because they were both aware of how you felt about him. 

“You should come by the apartment for breakfast,” Monica offered. 

“Make me those pancakes and I’ll be there no matter what,” you said and Monice nodded. 

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Perhaps you should have worded your agreement differently. You were up bright and early, for a weekend. You hadn’t bothered in dressing up before going over to Monica’s, thinking it would be just the three of you and maybe Phoebe and Joey. You hadn’t seen Phoebe yet, but you had left a gift for her that couldn’t have been from anybody but you. Instead, you were met with Monica making breakfast and Rachel sitting at the table reading the newspaper. 

“Rachel, they’re not for you,” Monica said as you closed the door behind you. 

“This is dirty,” you told her as you walked over to the table. “I can’t believe you swindled me like this.” 

“No more puppy dog eyes from either of you!” Monica yelled. Rachel looked up at you and you looked over at her. “Talk it out already. We all want you back as our friend and Rachel, don’t act like you practically killing yourself with the guilt. It’s not healthy for anybody and it ends today. I’ll call Ross so you can beat him up if it’ll help fix things.” 

“That’s not necessary,” you told Monica. She left you and Rachel to talk, hoping that it’d do some good and not damage things further. “I was in love with you and for awhile, I couldn’t stand to be around anyone or anything that reminded me of you because it hurt so bad.” 

“I’m an idiot who didn’t realize that I had someone who genuinely cared about me without playing any games. I got scared though because I didn’t think I’d be enough for you,” Rachel admitted. “So I kept going back to Ross over and over again. Then, you left and Ross, he tried to comfort me and I blew up on him. I told him that he couldn’t be for me what you could have.” 

“Sentiment is sweet I guess,” you said bitterly. “Okay, so it’s official that we both have feelings for each other. I can assure you that you’re enough for me. Do you want to try this out?” 

“I’d like to, I really would,” Rachel answered. “We can start small. Can I have your number?” 

“Yeah, you can.” You scribbled it down on a piece of paper and slid it over to her. “Call me sometime Green.” 

“We’re friends again for less than 10 minutes and you already feel it’s okay to call me by my last name,” Rachel scoffed as she rolled her eyes at you. You leaned towards her a bit and stuck your tongue out at her. It wasn’t the same right away, but the two of you were starting to get back into how things had been before, when your friendship had been playful and actually fun. 

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“Hey, didn’t you have a 9:30?” Rachel asked as you ducked your head up from under the covers. 

“Um, probably. Why?” you asked and Rachel turned your alarm clock so you could see it. “Oh, I can’t go into work on account of my sickness.” 

“Sickness?” Rachel asked and you nodded. You placed your head down on her thigh and sighed dramatically. “What exactly are you sick with?” 

“Obviously I’ve got a fever. I think you do too because you’re feeling pretty hot babe. We should just stay in bed all day. I hear sweating it out is pretty effective,” you said with a wink. You sent a text to your assistant to clear your schedule and then pulled the blanket back of your head as you settled down between Rachel’s legs. 

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