#VERY ANGSTY

[ghost-bxrd]

Vanished?

“What are you saying?”

There’s static in Bruce’s ears, oppressive and growing louder by the second. His tongue feels numb. His hands are tingling. It feels like the moment before a hurricane is scheduled to rip him apart atom by atom; one step left from dread, course correcting.

“If you failed me like you failed him- I can understand why he would choose to go in anyways.”

“He wouldn’t.”

He wouldn’t. Jason wouldn’t have. No matter how badly Bruce screwed this up— his boy, his precious child, was always so full of life. He would have never- he would never choose—

“You’re a hypocrite, Bruce. Of course he would have. You may as well have kicked him out when you accused him of murder. Obviously, death was the kinder alternative to returning to the streets.”

No. No.

— sneak peak of “Vanished” (an upcoming fic)

[svuobsessed]

Olivia Benson X Daughter reader

Summary: Y/N Benson is attacked on her way home, her Mum is not happy and Elliot is pissed.

TW: almost SA, description of almost rape, not much only the first part.

Third person pov...

14 year old Y/N Benson was on her way home from school, texting her friends as she walked, her bag on her back, she was heading to the station to meet her Mum so they could go home together.

As she walked she walked past a white man mid 20s, The instant she did she felt his eyes on her, it heightened her anxiety but she kept on walking, slowly she got out her phone from her pocket and began tapping on it.

The man then pushed himself away from the wall and began following the teen, he was tall, kept his head down.

Y/N looked behind her every few seconds while tapping on her phone.

She was planning to text her Mum and tell her what was happening, as she did she began quicker, she heard the man walk faster to catch up with her.

The H/C girl taps her Mums contact and begins typing, they had a code word for incidents like this.

"Hey there" comes voice from behind the girl scaring her. She turns quickly and hides her phone, the teen looks up it was the guy following her.

She stared at the man, not saying a word. This made the man angry, Y/N saw grit his teeth slightly, she then inches away slightly from him.

The guy keeps a friendly smile on his face as he looks at the young girl. "Sorry for scaring ya. Just wanted to ask if you could tell me where the library is?" He asks the girl, Y/N doesnt relax her legs tense she was ready to run if the guy posed as a threat.

She looks at the time on her phone her message to her Mum still open. Once seeing the time she looks back up. "Sorry can't help you" she says to the man unapologetic.

She turns to run but her wrist is grabbed, the mans grip was hard and it was painful. Y/N tried to wretch her arm away but it only made the grip on her wrist tighten, he was twisting her wrist a way it shouldn't go.

Tears at the corner of her eyes she tried to yell for help but one look from the guy said 'you scream and I break it' so she kept her mouth shut, with her hand gone she uses her other to try and text behind her back.

The guy sees this and grabs her phone, eyes in horror Y/N watches as he smashes her phone, struggling in his arms Y/N tries to wriggle away but isn't able to, she is then dragged into an alleyway.

She teenager tries to drag her feet but he is to strong, Tears in her eyes Y/Ns back is forced up again the wall, she begins scratching at the man, his hands , face anywhere she could reach. The guy takes it and pins her wrists to the wall.

He then slaps her face. "Stop struggling bitch! Or this will hurt" he yells at her, the teen freezes in fear, cheek turning a nasty red.

Smirking he begins trailing his free hand to her chest unbuttoning her school shirt, she looked away from him as he kept touching her, "Mummy" she cries quietly.

Thinking of her mum gave her the strength to open her eyes, she starts to stare, the creep looks up at her smirk gone at the new found fury in her eyes.

'Show no fear' she thinks, as she continues staring into his eyes. Luckily he let's go of her wrists, taking the chance Y/N swings her leg back and kicks him in thr groin.

"Fuck! You little bitch!" He yells holding his area, Y/N quickly rips out of his grasp, grabbing her bag she hits him one last time before running out of the alleyway not stopping until she got to the station.

Olivia was sat at her desk, her daughter was late. Looking at the clock again she became even more worried. Y/N should've been there 20 minutes ago.

Elliot waves at his partner from across the table. "Liv? Hello? Liv!" Liv shake sher head ans turns to Elliot. "Sorry El" she tells him.

Elliot shakes his head. "It'll right, are you okay?" He asks her, Olivia goes to answer but us cut off by something behind Elliot.

Face of horror, she stands from her desk and walks around Elliot towards the entrance, standing at the doors was a young girl, school shirt unbuttoned, shirt ruffled, bag barely hanging onto her shoudler, her face was a bright red turning purple.

"Y/N, baby what happened to you?" Before anyone knew it the young girl collapsed in a fit of sobs falling to her knees, Olivia bent to catch her in her arms. The girl only sobbed harder as she clung to the woman.

Liv tried to comfort her but was unsuccessful, eventually they were able to move the two into a room. Olivia sat with her daughter curled up on her lap still holding onto her neck.

Olivia rubbed her hand up and down

Y/Ns back, the girl was clearly traumatized, the team were worried.

"Y/N baby, you gotta tell me whats happened okay" she tells the girl, Y/N had calmed down alot since she was in her mother's arms.

Outside Elliot is pacing, he was worried about Y/N. He'd never seen her so upset before it scared him.

Inside Y/N pulled away from her Mums shoudler, sniffling she told her. Olivia was shocked, she was worried and she was pissed. "Baby, I'm so sorry that happened to you, I swear to god I will catch that bastard" she reassured the teen.

Eventually Y/N passed out from all her crying, Liv gave her a change of clothes a mix of her tshirt and Elliots sweatpants. The teen was currently asleep in the cots in the lockeroom.

Liv sits at her desk frozen as if in a trace, after what her daughter told her she didn't know what to think. As she sat El walked over to her.

"Liv, hey did Y/N tell you what happened?" He asks her, Liv shakes herself awake, the tears in her eyes scare Elliot, he kneels on the floor infront of her holding her hand gently.

"Liv-Ss-she told me she was almost raped" she cries, Elliot pulls her into a hug. If he didn't he would've smashed his fit into the table. "W-what" his throat dry.

Once Y/N was awake she gave them a description of the man who attacked her, she told them everything she rememberd she could never forget the way his hands felt or his piercing gaze.

Days later they caught the guy, attacking another young girl, before hand cuffing him Elliot and Liv managed to get a few good hits in for Y/N, all the team managed to get revenge for Y/N, Fin slammed him extra hard into the table in the interrogation room.

Munch made fun of the guy and told all his insecurities, Casey tore into him during his trail so bad he instantly pleaded guilty and got sent to prison for 20 years.

After that Liv made sure Y/N never walked home by herself again, always either with a friend or member of SVU. Y/N eventually recovered from the ordeal.

The end!

A rather angsty one hope you liked it, sorry for the wait, also for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1302

[theodorenmyth]

Last Memory of Him.

Pairings : Cedric Diggory x M! Reader Summary : You remember the tragedy that happened in the Triwizard Tournament. A/n : Enjoy (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠) Warnings) : ANGST. mentions of character death, crying. Word count : 925

The Hogsmeade weekend had been cold and grey, the sky overcast with an ominous weight. The trees, stripped bare of their leaves, stood like skeletal sentinels against the horizon. You'd spent most of the day wandering aimlessly, avoiding the bustling warmth of the Three Broomsticks and the cheery faces of your classmates. Cedric had always loved these excursions, dragging you along to Honeydukes to sample new sweets or to Zonko's to marvel at the latest pranks. But today, the thought of entering those places without him felt unbearable.

You found yourself in the Shrieking Shack, its dilapidated structure mirroring the chaos within your heart. The wind howled through the broken windows, echoing the turmoil that raged inside you. You'd come here for the solitude, for a place to grieve away from prying eyes. The memories of Cedric haunted every corner of Hogwarts, but here, at least, you could breathe without being suffocated by his absence.

You still remembered the night everything changed. The Triwizard Tournament had been a whirlwind of excitement and fear, and Cedric had been at the center of it all. He'd faced each challenge with unwavering bravery, his smile never faltering. You'd watched him from the stands, heart in your throat, pride and terror mingling with each heartbeat.

Then came the final task. The maze had swallowed them whole, and you waited with bated breath for his return. When Harry had appeared, clutching Cedric's lifeless body, your world shattered. The days that followed were a blur of grief and anger, of sleepless nights and tear-stained pillows. You’d lost more than a boyfriend; you’d lost your best friend, your confidant, your world.

Today was no different. The ache in your chest had become a constant companion, a hollow reminder of what once was. You sank to the floor of the shack, the cold seeping through your clothes. In your hands, you clutched a worn photograph, its edges frayed from constant handling. Cedric's smile beamed up at you, his eyes twinkling with the joy of life. You traced his face with your finger, your vision blurring with tears.

"I'm sorry," you whispered into the void, your voice cracking under the weight of your sorrow. "I should have been there. I should have done something."

The guilt was overwhelming. You'd replayed that night a thousand times, wondering if there was something—anything—you could have done to change the outcome. But each time, the result was the same. Cedric was gone, and you were left with the fragments of a shattered life.

Footsteps crunched outside, drawing closer. You tensed, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. You didn't want to be found, not like this. But the door creaked open, and in stepped Harry, his face etched with a sorrow that mirrored your own.

"Hey," he said softly, closing the door behind him. He looked as exhausted as you felt, the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders.

"Harry," you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper. "What are you doing here?"

"I was looking for you," he replied, sitting down beside you. "You weren't in the dorm, and I had a feeling you might be here."

You nodded, unable to meet his gaze. Harry had been through so much, more than anyone should ever have to endure. You didn't want to burden him with your grief, but he reached out, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"It's okay to be sad," he said gently. "It's okay to miss him."

The dam broke, and you sobbed, your body wracked with the force of your grief. Harry pulled you into an embrace, holding you as you cried. He didn't speak, didn't offer empty words of comfort. He just held you, his presence a balm to your wounded soul.

When your tears finally subsided, you pulled away, wiping your eyes. "I just... I don't know how to move on," you admitted, your voice trembling. "Everywhere I go, I see him. Everything reminds me of him."

Harry nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. "I know. It's hard. Cedric was... he was special. To all of us."

You managed a small, sad smile. "He was," you agreed. "He always knew how to make me laugh, even when things were tough. He believed in me, even when I didn't believe in myself."

"Then honor him by living," Harry said quietly. "By being the person he believed you could be. Cedric wouldn't want you to be trapped in this darkness. He'd want you to find the light."

His words struck a chord within you, and for the first time in months, you felt a glimmer of hope. It was faint, fragile, but it was there. You knew the road ahead would be difficult, filled with more pain and tears. But you also knew that Cedric's love would be your guiding star, a beacon to light your way through the darkness.

You took a deep breath, steadying yourself. "Thank you, Harry," you said, your voice stronger than before. "I think... I think I'm ready to start healing."

Harry smiled, a flicker of hope in his eyes as well. "We'll get through this together," he promised. "For Cedric."

You nodded, clutching the photograph to your chest. For Cedric. For the love you shared. For the future he wanted you to have. It wouldn't be easy, but you knew you could do it. Because even in death, Cedric's light continued to shine, illuminating the path ahead.

Little did you know, you didn't start healing. Instead, you did something worse.

─ ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ─── ⋅ ⋅ ⋅ ──── ♡

[steviewashere]

3, 7, 14, 20, 29 Numbers for the Drabble! Can I get really angsty here with like Eddie being depressed and almost dying and Steve saving him?!

Okay, I don't know if I went the route you were thinking, but I tried. Also, I definitely think I went a different way with the 'saving' thing, but here we go. This also got way longer than a drabble.

3: "Please, don’t leave.”, 7: "I almost lost you.", 14: "Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”, 20: "You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”, and 29: "I thought you were dead.”

CW: Implied/Referenced Depression, Suicidal Ideation, Eddie's Sacrifice Being Referred to as a Suicide Attempt

Established Steddie, Pre-Season Four Relationship

——— A voice low and raspy floats through his head. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you,” it says. There’s a pressure to Eddie’s hand. The firm squeeze of somebody else. Somebody who doesn’t remind him of his uncle. He can’t pinpoint who it is exactly, but it’s somebody familiar. A person who knows him, most likely. A person who’s willing to talk to him in the in-between of somewhere and nowhere.

Though, it’s not the first time he comes to hear this phrase. Uttered to him day in and day out. A constant reminder that he’s not gone, but he’s not there. Not with this person. This somebody that seems to care about him. And he should know, because their voice is familiar. Strong and urgent and pleading and soft, all at once. It’s the burn of a mid-winter fire in his backyard, tossing butt-ends of cigarettes into its mix, drinking spiked eggnog until he can’t sense the numbness of his cheeks and is lost in the glorious laughter between him and his uncle. It’s the push come to shove.

The shove that he needs to wake up. And wake up he does. Startled and groggy, too. Choking in the back of his throat. Jump the wire with hands out in front of him, clawing at his mouth, at the contraption stuffed down his throat. Then, in a blur of motion and noise and light, it’s gone.

He can breathe. He can blink. He can smack his dry lips and suck down on the plastic straw offered out to him. Offered to him by a shaky hand that doesn’t have the same rugged, aged quality to them that his uncle’s do. He can see, so he looks. Up the person’s arm and to this stranger’s face.

Yet, he’s not a stranger. No, not at all. It’s Steve.

Steve Harrington, the guy he’d been kissing back at his trailer nearly every night before the bullshit came to bulldoze him. The guy he’d held on the couch when he had concussions number one and two. The guy that makes him cry.

The cup and straw is set aside hastily. Outstretched hand to his uninjured cheek. And a thumb, steady and warm wiping at his tears. “I gotcha, baby,” Steve murmurs. Leans tight and close, pressed warm against Eddie’s side. And kisses at his overheating skin, at the tear tracks, and his hiccuping chest. “I gotcha,” he coos again. “I almost lost you, but I have you. I have you.”

Days move like that. Nearly like that. Eddie wakes up sobbing and choking, too warm and agitated. And Steve holds his face, kisses his cheeks, and brushes back his hair.

It works until it doesn’t.

When he’s discharged, he moves into a drab apartment. Too far from his childhood home. Away from a room that was brimming with him and his love for all the people and all the things he’s ever known. He’s lost everything. Lost tattoos, patches of smooth skin, books with margin notes, tapes and records, poster and banners, clothes and old stuffed animals. It’s all gone from him. Anything he’s saved from his and Steve’s time together, that’s all away from him, too.

Even as he unpacks the boxes of things that replace that of which he’s lost, it doesn’t soothe him. Nothing does. He had expected to never see the daylight again. To have left everything behind, with Wayne and Steve and the other people he’s come to know. That he wouldn’t have to see it again, but even if he had to, it would still be there. But nothing is. Then, he doesn’t graduate. Doesn’t even want to try again; just tells everybody, “Oh, it’s fine. I’ll get my GED or something, y’know? Maybe just go to trade school.”

Though, he knows that’s a lie, too.

Because he’s ten times worse off than he was before. Nothing to stick to his name. A distance that stretches between him and everything he’s ever had. It’s noticeable in the way he’s prone to lash out more. Prone to laying in bed, tight under his blanket, not doing anything. How quiet and how unnerving he’s become. Staring off at nothing, caught in flashbacks and blinking lights, holding to himself tightly as if he can will the normal to creep back into his body. He figured if he had died, sure there would be a bad taste to his name, but at least he wouldn’t have to keep making up for things he didn’t do. He wouldn’t have to justify who he is. Or find a way to hide in broad sunlight.

Everything he’s ever known is twisted backwards and shoved up where the sun doesn’t shine. He tries to do the things he loved, but all that it reminds him of is playing a demented concert, creatures come to life, bites and scars and blood and screaming. And death. Sometimes, he wonders why he didn’t just die down there. How he survived.

So, he asks. He asks because it’s his story, too. He deserves to know, right?

It’s during a stay-in date night at his new apartment that he asks. “Hey, Steve?” And part of him grimaces at the last time he used those words, in that exact progression, in the moment that should’ve been his last.

Steve startles on the couch. Untucks himself from under Eddie’s arm. And full body faces him. Wide eyes, tight mouth, and wrinkled brow.

“Nobody’s told me how I…how I managed to survive. Will you tell me?” He asks quietly. Even his voice is as tired as his brain is. He used to be good at masking this. The waves of discontent that flood from his body every once in a while. It was manageable because it was just about his parents, or his living situation, or the bullies at school. But now it’s just him. It’s him as a whole, as a person who shouldn’t have lived. How nobody’s written Zombie Boy on the side of his van, he isn’t sure. He isn’t sure about a damn thing anymore.

But instead of answering, Steve just shakes his head. Tries to tuck back in close.

Eddie won’t have it. He scoots farther away. More distance. Why is there more distance? His emotions are haywire, he knows that. Something sparking red inside his chest, ready to light up in bright shades of orange through his mouth. “Why not?” He questions, though it falls flat and bitter. “Tell me,” he demands. Has practically skipped over the pleading stages, he’s done begging.

“I—“ And something in Steve’s eyes harden. Jaw setting with an unsubtle twitch. “I can’t tell you, Eddie,” he bites.

“You won’t tell me,” he accuses. “Which, I don’t get why you won’t. It’s something I want to know, don’t make me go to Dustin. Or Robin. They’ll fucking tell me.” The words fall from his mouth dark and slow. Dripping from him like the hot churn of tar. And he should regret how sour his tone has already gone, based on the hurt creeping into Steve’s face.

“Eddie,” Steve sighs. “Please don’t make me fight you on this right now. I—I literally can’t bring myself to say it. It’s…I shouldn’t even have to explain this to you, but it was one of the worst moments of my life. Is that not enough of a reason for you?” He could take this all back, really should, but Eddie just shakes his head stubbornly. Furrows his eyebrows and wags his hand as if to gesture for Steve to keep going. Instead, Steve stands from the couch and makes way to the door, hand stretched out for his sneakers. “I’m not fighting with you,” he states calmly. “I know that you’ve been curious or…or that you’ve been trying to come back to yourself or whatever, but it’s not something I’m willing to share. And it’s certainly not something I want to argue with you about.”

“Whatever,” Eddie scoffs. “It’s probably bullshit anyway.” The fight leaves him all at once. As he leans into the couch, head at his lap, picking at his sweatpants. He sniffs, an attempt to rescind the tears that want to fall down his face.

But instead of leaving, Steve stays by the door and sighs. “Why do you want to know so bad?” He asks. Before Eddie can give him the same response, Steve quickly adds, “Don’t tell me that it’s ‘part of your story’ or whatever. I know it is. It’s just…Something’s different about this.”

He used to be unreadable. Unfathomable. Jumping between all kinds of things, unable to pinpoint him in a single way. But he shrugs. Goes quiet again. And mutters, “Just go, Steve. It doesn’t matter.” Even if he wants to say something about how he was supposed to die, or how he should’ve. Even if he wants to show all his cards: I’m lost, I’m different and everybody can tell, I’m falling apart, I’m close to death anyway. 

Steve still doesn’t move.

“Go, Steve. I said that it doesn’t matter,” Eddie snaps. He raises his head. And for some reason, Steve is still there. Concerned and confused and sad all at once. He hates it. “I’m not gonna make you talk about it! Why are you still standing there?! You can go! I’ll find out one of these days, so stop looking at me like that!” He shouts. And he hates that, too. But he lets himself loud and angry, red faced and harsh lines. Because why won’t Steve just—

“You’re being a real dickhead, you know that?” Steve asks rhetorically. “I’m trying to save myself the fucking heartache I went through, and you—What, you think bullying words out of me is going to get you an answer?! I just don’t get why you’re so curious about what I saw! You’ve never pushed before, y’know, back during Starcourt or after Billy or whatever, but now it’s—“

Eddie groans and stands. Interrupting with his own words, “I’m not forcing you anymore, so let’s just drop it!”

“—Why does it matter in the first place?! You know what you did! It’s nothing different from—“

“Nothing different?! God, do you hear yourself?!”

“—Seriously, why does this matter so bad?! I don’t get it—“

“Because…Because I—“

“I thought you were dead!” Steve screams, just as Eddie shouts back:

“I wanted to die down there!”

And then the room fills with suffocating silence. As they stand merely four feet apart from each other. Wide eyed, red in the face, shaking. Immediately, Eddie looks down to the floor as Steve stops closer. Stepping back when he thinks they get too close to touching.

He doesn’t say anything about wanting to die, even now. Doesn’t say how even when Steve is doting on him, massaging his scars with lotion, taking care of him all sweet like—Eddie still wants to crawl outside of his skin and bury himself under the ground. Won’t say something about how he thought about all the ways in which he should’ve died, or could’ve died, or could still die now. Won’t.

Now, he understands why Steve can’t talk. Because he’s realizing he can’t talk either.

Steve’s voice is wet and heartbreaking when he asks, “What? Baby, why would you…”

Eddie just shakes his head. Heaves his own little wet thing. A sigh or a sob, it’s hard to tell. “I shouldn’t have pushed, I’m sorry,” he says first. “Please…Please go, Steve. I think I should lay down.”

“Hey, wait—No, Eds,” Steve calls out, his hand brushing briefly with Eddie’s wrist. But he can’t grasp. Not with how Eddie turns away, down the hallway, and slams his bedroom door behind him.

They don’t see each other for a week after that.

Eddie stays closed up and silent in his bedroom. Under his comforter. Unmoving. Briefly gets up to go to the bathroom. In which he tries to avoid how his uncle stares at him. Doesn’t want to eat, can’t bring himself to eat. Not with the guilt that fills his stomach anyway. Steve shouldn’t have heard that. Shouldn’t know that that part exists inside of Eddie, but it does. And it festers. 

Festers uncaring that Eddie doesn’t want to feel this way. Just lingers heavy on his shoulders, tight in his belly, grumbling in his chest. It, that desire, tingles in his fingertips. As he takes his medications, holding onto the plastic bottles longer than he needs to. When he carries a cigarette between his two fingers, eyeing the embers sparking over his bare skin. It’s in the haunting images in his nightmares, where he lays bloody and exhausted and finally in solitude. But he wakes up sobbing anyway. Grasping to his elbows, rocking back and forth in his bed, biting down on his comforter or his blanket as to not wake up Wayne.

It’s still there when he sees Steve next.

A knock to his bedroom door, hesitant and small. Then, the bustle of movement clambering through. His shadow standing over the end of Eddie’s bed. “Eds?” Steve’s voice is low and cautious, standing on eggshells. “Baby? I—uh—I got a call from Wayne saying you were…That you weren’t feeling good. Just wanted to check on you.” Eddie pulls his head out from under his blanket and just blinks at Steve. He takes that as some sort of cue, though, and comes closer. Hesitantly sitting on the edge of the bed. He lays his right hand over Eddie’s forehead and frowns. “You don’t feel warm or anything. How aren’t you feeling good?” He asks. And his face is all too soft. A little smile. The creases at the corners of his eyes. How his body language is still so sweet and caring and…It just doesn’t make sense with how Eddie treated him last.

So, without a response to give, Eddie allows himself to weep. A quiet thing at first, but that bubbles and pops and explodes from out of him in the next moment. Tumbling from him admits blubbering, apologies and terrible explanations and how he didn’t mean to push. Steve startles lightly, pulls his hand away, but doesn’t get very far. Eddie plunges his hand out from under the blanket, grabs to Steve’s retreating hand, and holds on firmly. “Please, don’t go,” he pleads, “Don’t go, Steve. I don’t—I can’t—“

Carefully, Steve burrows himself into Eddie’s blanket. Flush against Eddie’s torso. Arms wrapping around his shaking shoulders. Lips to his forehead, murmuring, “Hey, hey, Eds. You’re okay. I’ve got you, baby. I’m here.” And when Eddie’s crying only gets louder, Steve squeezes impossibly tighter. “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always, Eds. I’m right here with you,” he attempts to placate.

When the crying gets hoarse and Steve’s words are just sticky kisses to Eddie’s forehead, does he calm down. Sniffing loud, burrowing in close to Steve’s warmth, scratching his chin with his wild and unwashed hair. “I didn’t mean to say it that way,” he mumbles, “It’s true, but I didn’t mean to say it like that.”

Steve lets out a carefully measured breath. “I just hope that you don’t think like that now,” he murmurs. A tinge of sadness at the edges of his voice.

He swallows past the lump in his throat and the scream in his chest. The quiver in his palms and the thoughts in his head, he tries to steady. Of course this isn’t easy. “I do, sometimes. I don’t like it, though. And I’d never…But I thought my life was over at that point, you have to understand that, Steve,” he begins to explain. “And like—My life now, I may have some things. I may have you still and Uncle Wayne. I have Dustin and Mike and Lucas, our game and whatnot. But I can’t…Things that used to matter to me, they don’t mean anything at all. They just make me think of that place. It’s just…My life feels drastically different now and like there’s nothing to fix it.”

Above him, where Steve’s chin rests on the top of his head, he hears and feels the hum Steve emanates. He swipes one hand down the center of Eddie’s back. The other holding tight to the back of his head. “I think fix is the wrong word. Maybe just…You just need to be guided. But I don’t think I’m the right person to do that.”

“I know,” Eddie mutters. “I’ll have to find something because I’m not putting the people around me through—I’m not going to let you lose me,” he states determinedly. “Just please don’t go. And know that I really am sorry, that I am grateful for what you’ve done for me, but I shouldn’t have pushed you.”

“It sucked,” Steve admits. “But I’m right here with you. By your side through the thick of it. And I forgive you, as long as you stick by me.”

All Eddie can do is burrow in closer, nod, and let himself succumb to Steve’s warmth. To be saved from near death is one thing, but to be held away from it is another. And Steve has done that for him. He kisses Steve’s chest, where his heart is, and makes a silent promise that he will find a better tomorrow for himself.

[almendriww]

— what happened when he wasn't there to pull you back from the darkness, wanda?

[k-0re]

tptm chp 19!!

this chapter made me very sad 😀

but hey flustered bela 🥳

[yunomagic]

What if: sonic sacrifices himself in sonic the hedgehog 3 instead of shadow?

Okay so before we start this, a key thing i want ppl to remember is that movie sonic is incredibly selfless. Like, when tails got hurt for the first time he immediately jumped straight into danger and refused to accept help from his parents and was also willing to DIE for them in exchange for the safety. No questions asked. Hes rlly just too selfless for his own good, and i imagine that quality carries over to sonic the hedgehog 3

ALSO this is gonna be more based on headcanon cuz, the movie is in two years by the time yall are reading this so yeah dont take my word for it. Do what you will with the following scenario and information. Anyways here we go:

First of all, sonic and shadow are probably going to have an interesting dynamic in the third film. Mainly because of their experience with grief and familial loss. Sonic lost someone who was like a mother to him, shadow lost someone who was like a sister to him. They both failed to save the women that played an important part in their lives and were heavily traumatized by their deaths. How the two hedgehogs deal with their grief is where their paths diverge a little.

Sonic spent ten years living in isolation, being afraid of himself and what people will think of him if he revealed himself to the world. And possibly beat himself up so many times for failing to save longclaw, while trying to make her proud by becoming a hero on the streets. Shadow on the other hand suffered from manipulation under gerald robotnik, who forced him to become humanity’s final destruction, although he was created to help it. And instead of beating himself up, shadow became filled with rage and unspeakable hurt. He found it easier to blame humanity for the death of maria and uses his anger as a driving force for revenge. Which undoubtedly, is a more dangerous path of grief he chose to walk on.

Thus, the two hedgehogs are foils, two sides of the same coin. They arent too dissimilar to each other, especially in the roots of their pasts. They learn that there’s more to the other than just looking like each other. Unfortunately, due to drastic circumstances, one of them is going to relive through their trauma of losing someone all over again, and dealing with that same feeling of loss and self-blame.

Everyone knows how SA2 ends, shadow sacrifices himself to save humanity and dies while doing so. But if the film wants to do something different, (and give everyone a huge punch in the gut), they’re going to twist that fate in some way.

Its already in the title but i still propose it: what if sonic was the one who sacrifices himself instead?

Its the final hour, the bio lizard has been defeated, but the ark is still falling down to earth. Running out of time, shadow blurts out the idea that hes going to use the power of the chaos emeralds to push back the ark into orbit, maybe he can save humanity. Sonic, is dumbfounded, shadow is going to die and he knows it. Shadow knows it too, but what other options are there?

Panicking, sonic defaults to HIS way of solving problems. Talking it out. Fast.

“You can’t just throw away your life like it has no meaning! You— You don’t have to use all that power. You can stay with us back on Earth! You can— you can have a life there! Just like you and Maria would’ve wanted!”

Shadow of course is insistent that this is his destiny. His fate. If hes destined to be the last hope to save humanity, then itd be fitting if he were to die. Sonic is still frightened and restless, he’s getting a familiar itch in his throat and a familiar heaviness in his chest. The same feeling he felt years ago, when he was a small, helpless child.

No. Hes NOT going to lose someone to the same fate again.

“You made a promise to Maria, to keep everyone happy right?”

Shadow glances at sonic, eyes widened, knowingly.

“That includes you too shadow.”

“Are you crazy?! If you do that then—“

“I wont be able to go back home to my parents and my brothers, or the townspeople of Green Hills. I know. But they survived long enough even before i came into their life. They need someone who can keep them happy.”

Shadow too, gets the familiar itch in his throat, the familiar tightness in his chest. Fear. Panic. Memories resurfacing. A parallel of maria shines through sonic’s selfless attitude.

“…and that someone is you, shadow.”

“Sonic—“

Sonic shoves shadow away with as much force as he could. A wistful smile present on his muzzle, along with a sorrowful glaze in his eyes. Shadow, with a raised voice, stretches out his hand. Hes trying to reach for sonic.

The blue blur has more experience with the chaos emeralds than shadow does. Making this sacrifice should be easy. If it werent for the grief-stricken ebony hedgehog reaching out behind him. For one last send off, sonic and shadow’s eyes meet for the last time.

Its crazy how they thought so lowly of each other when they first met, and nearly tried to kill each other. But the more time they spent, the more did the hedgehogs realize how much the other is truly worth, and how much respect they hold for one another. Its a shame they wont get to spend more time together back on earth.

A damn shame. But humanity needed a fresh sacrifice.

One pair of eyes, plaintive yet noble, another pair of eyes, staggered and fearful, stare at each other, for one millisecond.

Sonic raises his hand, not to reach back out to shadow. But to wave. Wave goodbye.

“Please… keep them happy for me, okay? Promise me. You’ll protect my family.”

Shadow cant hold back his apprehension any longer. Fruitlessly calling out to sonic for him to come back. To not go away. To not throw HIS life away like it had no meaning. Of course, it falls on deaf ears, and two voices say at once:

“Sayonara, Shadow the Hedgehog…”

Followed by a yell of chaos control, a blinding light, a futile chase for a falling body, and no recollection of being sent back onto the ark. To be greeted by an array of faces. All grief-stricken, mournful, sullen, and unreadable.

Shadow, in spite of his own grief and his own recollection of his past trauma. Does his best to comfort sonic’s brothers. He’ll attempt to do the same to his parents back on earth.

A couple months have passed by then, and shadow has learned from his past mistakes. Right now, he wont go down the path of revenge and go guns blazing in the streets again. Right now, he has a promise to keep. A promise to her, and a promise to him. Of course, thered be times where he wonders and hopes that hes doing enough to keep humanity, the people of green hills, and sonic’s family happy. Hes trying his best, and he’ll keep on trying no matter what.

Shadow sometimes fantasizes about a scenario where sonic lived, and the blue blur shows him around green hills. Rambling non-stop with that annoying (yet kind of endearing) voice of his, maintaining that same charm. Cracking jokes shadow cant understand, showing him technology and culture shadow has to learn. It wouldve been… nice to still have him around. It really wouldve been. He wishes it so.

Tails and knuckles are starting to warm up to the ultimate life form, and the wachowski’s appreciate shadow’s efforts in helping humanity. Understanding that he has no intentions of replacing their son, and cherish everything the ebony hedgehog does to honor green hills’ fallen blue devil.

And even shadow knows that the world is filled with cruelty and sorrow. Yet it was the world that maria wanted to live in, and it was the world that sonic chose to fight for and protect. There’s a lot of awful, sad things in the world. But there are still things, people, worth protecting.

There’s a promise.

Shadow will remember it.

Shadow will never forget it.

And that is why…

He will keep fighting.

(If things are messy sorry ill edit it when i get back from canada which is tomorrow lol-)

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

thinking of cbf! soap and reader but the way they reunite is angstyyyyy. maybe reader is traveling and sees soap again for the first time like years and she’s just staring at him and whispers his name and he looks at her with wide eyes. but little does she know he’s on a mission and his target is right next to them inside a little cafe and anyways i love to ramble. i love your writing!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Thank you so much!!!

Honestly this is more angsty than what I actually have planned lmao honestly it would be really crazy if they saw each other again in different countries and it was when he was working. Honestly he’d probably try to get you to leave the area, nearly forgoing the mission all together because he’s not going to let you get hurt

Always the protector

[puppetmaster13u]

Not me working on a very hurt/comfort Superbat fic because I found an old unrelated outline lol

[ghost-bxrd]

I'm a fan of dickjay, myself. Something about meeting someone after you've already met them, and you are both different people now gets me

Ah yes! Throw in a sprinkle of “Why did you get to live?!” along with an “I’m sorry it wasn’t me” and you’ve got immaculate angst and bittersweet potential for comfort 🥺

[anne-o-nyme]

In honor of the anniversary of the most unhinged shadowgast era, I present you the Timeloop-babygast-execution Au, where two mad lads run away from home (secret military underground bunker) and try their hands at murdering criminals (Caleb, their own father) and piss off a powerful dunamancer (Essek, their other father) enought to set up a timeloop none of them can escape (until they sit down and talk about their feelings/misunderstandings).

Many thanks to the amazing @flappingduster for joining in this madness, and  lending her babygast

[doppel-dean-er]

guys g guys hey what if the scene where troy leaves he gave Abed a box and says it's "in case you ever start feeling more like original abed than clone abed" (like the letter Wendy gives Dipper in gravity falls) and then abed waits until the last possible moment to open the box because he doesn't want to face the fact he misses troy so like a year later abed opens the box and it's Troy's letterman jacket?? gghh ghuys what if Abed what if that night he slept clutching the jacket like it's the only thing keeping him alive and then sealed it back in the box and hid it from himself so he could stop hurting himself forget about troy??? what if when Troy comes back he finds the jacket in the same box and Abed explains that he didn't wanna wear it because then he'd have to wash it and then it wouldn't be the same?? what if it's also because the reminder that troy was somewhere out there and that he physically left his past behind in the form of a MEANINGFUL JACKET made Abed think that it meant he was leaving for good and that he wanted to forget about the study group entirely ?????

[shieldofiron]

THERE'S A NEW CHAPTER OF SERRATED OUT NOW, "THE CLOCK."

HUGE 10 FOOT TALL TRIGGER WARNING FOR NEIL HARGROVE basically from now until the end of the fic but this chapter is not for the faint of heart.

Faithful readers may notice that there is now a chapter limit because... DRUMROLL PLEASE... it's outlined to the end!!! I published my first Harringrove fic ever on Halloween last year so this feels like fate.

[gurinpotte]

everlark feelings in songs

1. Oblivion, by M38 featuring Susanne Sundfør

I know, i know, it's part of the Oblivion soundtrack. But hear me out: the angst, the epic tragedy, the lyrics.

This song gives me EXTREME end of Catching Fire/entire THG feelings. Post Peeta's rescue Mockingjay too. I did use to listen to it a lot when I first read the books as a teen, so I may be influenced, but! Here's a bit of the lyrics:

"Since I was young I knew I’d find you But our love was a song Sung by a dying swan"

How could a love be sung by a dying swan more than living under a heavily oppressive and violent regime in which you get thrown into a dying game (twice) with the one you (came to) love

"And when the nights are long, All the stars recall your goodbye, your goodbye

And in the night, you hear me calling, you hear me calling And in your dreams, you see me falling, falling" It's giving trying desperately to keep each other alive. It's giving mourning for Peeta's hijacking and everything they've been through, it's giving Katniss desperate to rescue him, both of them having nightmares the other has died, the absolute incapacity they have of losing each other.

And just to top it off, there's a kind of epilogue in the song. It's so calm and yet melancholic after the tragedy of the main part. Whenever I'm reading post MJ everlark I find this segment playing in my mind.

Verdict: everlark song

[bionicle-ramblings]

So, picking up where my last post dropped off, imagine the two teams trying to plan what to do, but barely able to because Vakama ends up passing out to the point waking him up is very hard, Nokama can't talk, Nuju has no clue what anyone is saying, Whenua can't see, Matua has to fight to stay conscious, and Onewa is so "not there," he's letting Vakama rest on him and occasionally pats him on the head and keeps staring at Takanuva because he's pretty and shiny

Most of their survival boils down to constantly moving and going where there's no exo-Toa or Rakshi, easier said than done, but they manage. Many of the team members are separated from the group, namely Nuparu, Hahli, Kongu, Nuju, Nokama, and Onewa. The remaining teammates, Vakama, Jaller, Hewkii, Whenua, Matau, and Takanuva, have to trek on and hope their fellow Toa are doing the same, though tensions are high, especially between Jaller, Vakama, and Takanuva. Jaller is deeply upset and angered at Vakama because he thinks none of them would be where they are now had Vakama just told them what was happening. Vakama admits he should have told them, but also wouldn't have allowed Jaller to go as far as go to the realm of Karzahni, or allowed him to take his team with him

Matau and Takanuva break up the fight, but Jaller also snaps at Takanuva, shouting at him because while everyone was fighting and losing allies, he just wandered off again, leaving everyone alone to fight.

In a moment that shocks everyone, Takanuva quickly and stoicly slaps Jaller, snapping him out of his anger for a moment and quieting him so Takanuva can explain that they can't afford to fight each other, not when Teridax wants them to do just that, to be divided so it's easier to pick them off

Takanuva also gets to explaining where he's been and what happened, but on the condition that Jaller keep his mouth shut or Takanuva will leave them when they're not looking and he'll carry Vakama with him

While that's happening, Hahli, Nurapu, Kongu, Nokama, Nuju, and Onewa are sneaking as quietly as possible, Nokama trying to communicate to ask Hahli how she's taking what she just learned. Hahli admits she isn't sure how to feel, not with learning she was actually Nokama's student or with the knowledge that her old home has now turned into a prison. Nokama can understand that, but the two are distracted when they see Nuju dragged Onewa toward the group, frustrated and lashing out by punching a wall; he has no idea what anyone is saying and he's practically forgotten how to speak Matoran, so he feels stuck. Nokama tries to comfort him, because she can't talk, but what gets the two to really break down is seeing Kongu and Nuparu lead Onewa back to the group, because he keeps trying to wander away from them

The team, overwhelmed, scared, and feeling too many things at once, take a moment to cry, to be together in their pain. After a moment, they gather themselves and keep moving, Hahli and Kongu leading the group to Ko-Metru with Nuju's help, though it's tough for him to do it because he has to point to stuff and remeber chute and passage ways

While they're doing that, Takanuva has finished explaining how he traveled dimensions and has heard that Tuyet is around somewhere, so they need to jeep an eye out for her. Jaller has nothing to really say because what his friend's been up to is bigger than just wandering, especially when he realizes that Takanuva has seen things that rival being trapped in the Great Spirit robot

No time to really get into it because the team has to run and scramble to avoid getting swallowed by the ground and taken somewhere else, going as far as to try parkouring their way across the ceiling, thoguh they have some hiccups because of the state Vakama, Whenua, and Matau are in

Despite some close calls and then being cornered by exo-Toa, they are able to tell when the Great Spirit Robot dies, evidenced to Hahli's team when Onewa lays flat on the ground and by seeing the exo-Toa drop to the ground, both teams facing no threats as they leave

The teams, shaken and stirred, leave the robot and find their way out, and find other Toa and Matoran leaving the Great Spirit robot as well. The reunion between them is an emotional one, the Toa Mahri and Metru being emotional as they realize they escaped with their loves and they're out

Again, this is muscle pulling reach, but this has been on my head and I need to get it out. Expect one more post about this "story line," and then we're back to other stuff

[topsyturvy-turtely]

THE LONELIEST (Johnlock Oneshot)

"You'll be the saddest part of me

A part of me that will never be mine

It's obvious

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest

You're still the oxygen I breathe

I see your face when I close my eyes

It's torturous

Tonight is gonna be the loneliest"

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Summary:

On the day of Sherlock's funeral, John finds a letter. It is everything he ever wanted, which makes everything hurt even more.

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2589 w, Mature (CW!), whump!John

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so... instead of being productive i uploaded this angsty shit to ao3 :)

which took me ridiculously long tbh. i wrote the whole oneshot a while ago, but then my ipad decided to not save it (there is no way to recover it on iPad... i had to rewrite the WHOLE thing!)

and when i tried to upload it yesterday, my internet connection was so bad and it didn't work.

sooo if you decide to read it (and maybe leave some kudos and comments) - that would mean a whole lot to me. 😩💚 tags under the cut!! <3

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