#angstt

[n0n-sen-se]

bats my pretty eyelashes at you

Sen I have a request!!

Im still sick could I mayhaps have some agnsty comfort headcannons with my fave boys Sanemi and Rengoku?

Thank you Sen!! 🫶🏾

-🍷

mayhaps you absolutely can anon! i present to you:

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐒/𝐎 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!

includes ;; sanemi, rengoku, gn!reader content ;; angst, hurt/comfort a/n ;; i flatlined writing this so- anyway, considering i had no idea how to start these for a good minute; i think they're pretty good (!?) also sorry for writing so much (wanted to get it just right)so i can hope?

☆☆☆ # sanemi shinazugawa !

gets nervous. extremely nervous- and angry, to the point that he's shaking with anxiety.

at first, the sight of you bedridden makes him frown. and he'll do it often too.

he's lost a ton of people he cares about, your not going to be next.

although he tries to act angry, or short with you sometimes. . . its just to cover up the fact that he's terrified of losing you. (or the prospect of it)

he'd like to be next to you at any given moment, grabbing you warm food and tucking you in to the point you can't squirm out. anything. but he just- he can't

hell, he'd take the pain from you if he could, without an ounce of hesitation. . . but he can only watch and wait. . . until you get better.

but most times he physically can't be there.

the nights he has to be away from you, he's carrying out missions for the corps and cutting/beating down anyone that gets in his way.

everyone feels his uncertainty and rage:

in the way he overkills those poor lesser demons, the way he shoves the kakushi out of his way, and going as far as fighting another hashira over it

like his violent outbursts- it's literally out of his control, on top of the fact that he can barely care for you himself when you need him most.

what was the point of getting so strong? those years of training. what was the point if he was so helpless?

when he gets the chance too (after a long night of work that has his muscles seizing) he'll climb into bed with you and just hold you.

listening to your unsteady breathing, and when he's sure your in a deep sleep, he'll cry.

soundlessly, but his body is shuddering with silent pain. . . and he's trying not to let his tears fall on you but. . . he's really:

❛sorry. i'm so sorry❜

eventually, he feels he owes it to you to explain all of his frustrations, and worries.

he waits until you wake up, waiting the whole night without budging or even thinking about falling asleep.

and when you wake up, he whispers it to you, hugging you tightly so you can't see his eyes watering up or his teeth grinding against each other. he feels like an entire idiot explaining it to you.

afterwards, takes a deep (shaky) breath and kisses you tiredly. who cares if he gets sick too, he's too tired to care.

☆☆☆ # kyojuro rengoku !

he's been around sickness.

he knows the signs. and he knows how to treat most things; come fevers, chills, aches, he can handle it.

what he can't handle, is how it makes him so uneasy.

when you get sick, its one of the few times you ever see him so serious and solemn.

feeding you, helping you bathe, cuddling up to you for body heat and comfort. anything you need, he'll try to be a whim away.

kyojuro knows a bad morale won't do any good for you, so, like always, he'll try to be the ray of sunshine you need. . .

but it breaks his heart every time.

when your sore throat breaks, when you groan from the aches, wince at the pain in your head. . . the fact you can never be comfortable despite everything he tries.

you'll see it too. in his face. the slight knot in his brows, the way his lips are pressed tightly together.

he's just so helpless, forced to watch and wait while your health is on the line.

kyojuro goes in and out of your room, fetching water for you, or soup- whatever helpful excuse he can make up- to go somewhere quiet and cry his heart out.

like the snap of his fingers, he's a little kid all over again. it reminds him so much of his mother.

its hard to pull himself together. he's rarely cried so hard before, so he sucks at covering it up. (his eyes would be puffy and his nose a little runny) at that point you'd think he was sick too

he always tries to hold you hand, squeezing you palm tightly in his. and he hopes its as reassuring to you as it is to him.

because he needs it to.

falls asleep next to you from exhaustion. (he's sitting next to you, head resting on the mattress) and somehow wakes up at the slightest noise you make-- despite his ear being partially deaf.

he always goes the extra mile to get your medicine, dedicated to you and your health.

tries to remind himself that it will be okay (and he tells you that often to) but it can hardly shake the worry and dread off his heart.

[miwsolovely]

hobie x gn! reader angst where reader doesn’t know their spider punk and confronts them about missing dates or rehearsals and how they miss them

ooo this’ll be interesting

ill try my bestt

ill try n see if i can post this by either today or tmr !!

[myanettes]

Drawn to you - 3

This highkey took forever but it’s finally here, enjoyyyyyy

[zizzy-rie]

Rock Monkies AU - Wukong's disappearance after the battle with DBK

How will Macaque react to this information?

"Liu'er Mihou knows Sun Wukong far more than anyone could imagine. After all, he did live his life for him and with him. He was his right-hand man, his other half, his husband... After learning what happened in the battle with DBK, Liu'er denies it. The staff was one of Wukong's most priceless possessions. He never leaves it behind... Unless... Liu'er runs to the hill. He doesn't believe it, he doesn't believe anything bad could happen to Wukong... To his xingan... And yet, as he stands there at the foot of the hill, his very eyes see the staff, standing erect at the top, with no owner in sight."

"The villagers trembled, hearing the screams. They thought another attack was going to happen. But it hit them, how mournful the sound was, devastation and despair thick in the scream.

It haunted them, almost as much as the Demon Bull King's roar."

- excerpt from a drabble @bogswell-kampilan wrote two years ago.

Yaling btw is Qiuyue's birthname.

[ouabhs]

I was an avid memory loss/amnesia trope hater until stephanie managed to sneak it into tbona and change my life

[if-lost-please-return-to-maliksi]

POLARIS

Disclaimer: I do not own Maliksi, or Makisig (the Tamawo bros). Full Credit goes to HC - @ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto.

A/N: This one is the sequel to Rough around the Edges. The last chapter (Rough Around the Edges - Final Part) may seem rushed- honestly, it is. Not in a way that I wanted to finish it at that, but my ADHD brain sometimes gets sudden bursts of ideas that I need to quickly get into my drafts, however, my fingers are too slow to type everything. Those I didn't get to type is somehow forgotten or changed into something else, thus explains the inconsistencies in pace, typos, wrong grammar, and other imperfections in my writing. (No, I am not sad or apologetic about it. I have a lot to improve and I have all the time in the world :D ) Still, I am thankful for everyone who takes time to read the products of my mind. I love writing about Maliksi btw, I think his character is complex and simple in itself and I am absolutely smitten with him. <3 Love HC and everything they do, as well as my fellow Planet Puto fans and enjoyers.

((AND NO, I AM NOT HURTING YOUR HEARTS THIS TIMEEE))

"Hey old hag, slow down or do you wanna get your second hip replacement right away?" Maliksi grumbled as he helped Amor's granddaughter, Maricela sit into a chair at the patio. She and Maliksi became friends- sharing their adoration for Amor.

Maricela has been old now and being in her 70's wasn't that enjoyable for her. She recently got hip replacement surgery and her grandchildren will be coming home from the city next week to take care of her.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure Lola Amor loved not getting this old. That woman died pretty." Maricela softly chuckled. "Thank you for visiting, Maliksi."

Maliksi scoffed. "Yeah, yeah. Can't have you tumbling around your backyard again before Amor scolds me on my dreams."

"Lola visits you on your dreams? Wait, you guys sleep?"

"If you were any younger I would've smacked you on your head by now. Ofcourse we sleep! We're not vampires! And no, she doesn't visit my dreams, that snobby little lady not even showing herself to me...even once."

"Not like you visited her when she was still alive!" Maricela burst out laughing.

"To my defense, I absolutely have no idea how time works outside Biringan. I didn't bother finding out before losing her." Maliksi softly answered.

"Atleast you're learning now. How's your Kuya Makisig? Still busy with his tamawo duties?"

"Yeah, as always."

"If you both didn't tell me everything about tamawos or explained how you guys' relationship with the humans work, I would've stayed there. I was crushing hard on your Kuya when I was younger." Maricela giggled.

"Well, you're a widow now want me to get Kuya to-"

Maricela, even being that old was still strong enough to playfully bonk Maliksi on his head. "Oh shush! Have some respect to your elders, how can you pimp me like I'm some kind of sugar baby wannabe."

Maliksi clutched his stomach from laughing too hard. "C'mon. I'm technically older than you by a lot!"

"You have a point. You should visit here next week. My grandchildren will be throwing a little party since this is the first time they'll be going home here in the province in a very long time. We'll have a lot of sweets and kakanin for sure."

"Next week huh? Seven human days, sure...I'll set that in my calendar so I won't miss it."

Maricela's laughter filled the air as her younger grandchildren pushed her wheelchair around the yard. Most of Maricela's family stayed at the city and rarely visited the province. The kids are absolutely enjoying it, having a chance to play in the sun and have fun on an open yard for the first time.

Maliksi quietly watched as he picks up a plate, ignoring the other savory dishes and going straight to the dessert section. The family members just thought of Maliksi as anak ng kapitbahay who looks after their Lola Maricela whenever he's free so he is treated warmly, oftentimes greeted by everyone who passes by his table.

Maliksi was spooning some lecheflan right out from the llanera when a shy boy approached his table and placed a platter of kutsinta right infront of him.

"My ate told me to give this to you." The boy shyly said before running away to join his cousins.

He tilted his head, eyes scanning the plate of steamed rice cake in front of him.

Amor still makes the best one.

Kutsinta is still his favorite, no doubt about that, yet he couldn't get himself to eat it after learning about Amor's passing, knowing nothing can top her kutsinta- it's the best he's ever tried even after being alive for centuries afterall.

Maliksi looked around, knowing that the kakanin might be prepared by one of Maricela's relatives, or worse, by one of her grandkids. Not wanting to be rude towards the one who made it, Maliksi slowly picked up a piece, inching it closer to his mouth before taking a bite.

His eyes widen as he quickly stood up from his seat, Maricela and her family were surprised at his suddenness, all eyes staring at him in bewilderment.

"Is everything okay, ijo?" one of the aunties asked Maliksi.

He quickly realized his actions, clearing his throat to gain composure and sitting back down calmly. "I- Sorry, it's just..the kutsinta is...good. Who made it?"

"Oh, must be Y/n. Lola Maricela's granddaughter who just graduated college. She loved cooking."

Maliksi heard a soft chuckle from behind him. He slowly turned around to see who it's coming from.

"Tastes like the best kutsinta ever, huh?" You stood infront of him, giving him a smug smile.

"You look like a kutsinta type of guy so I asked my lil bro to give you some. You like it?"

Maliksi stood frozen in place, his mind wandering to places. It is indeed the best kutsinta. Hell, it tastes like Amor's. He cannot forget that taste even after so many years.

The nostalgia brought by that single bite alone is enough to take him back to that time when Amor would make kutsinta and place it somewhere he'll find since he's too prideful before to accept anything from humans. He won't be able to resist it and just tell himself that Amor didn't give it to him- he 'sneakily' stole it from the human girl and enjoyed every last bits of it.

"I might not remember him, but my heart and soul will know him once we meet again."

"You...made this?"

You nodded. "Yeah, aside from the kutsinta itself, the secret actually lies on-"

"On the yema that is spread lightly on the top of the kutsinta before it's sprinkled with grated coconut." Maliksi finished your sentence which made you chuckle a little bit.

"How did you know that? Not everyone does that."

"A...friend of mine made it like that." Maliksi softly answered.

[xandyprojects]

Hello good omen fans :]

Me n my bestie did something 🦉🐍

My bestie also added this ^^

[soulofapatrick]

Crossed Paths - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: You tell Joel about your older brother and how the pair of you two met wanting to open yourself to him (not just physically)

Words: 3.3k

Warnings: angst; mentions of suicide; grief and loss; fluff 

NOTES: Part 7 of Let Me Save You

Y/N’s POV

Joel’s caressing my face gently, bringing me back to the waking world, a soft smile on his lips as my eyes flutter open, “Good morning darlin’” 

“Morning baby.” Joel’s cheeks flush a pretty pink when I use the pet name, my hand moving to the nape of his neck and playing with the tuffs of hair there before drawing him down into a lazy kiss. He comes willingly, lips soft and plump against mine and hands smoothing down my sides until I let out a small gasp of pain. He’s moving away, eyes scanning my body until guilt and worry settle in his features when those honey eyes land on my stitches. We didn’t even think of them let alone notice them, so swept up in our passion for each other and now I’m suffering the consequences as it hurts like a fucking bitch. If the world hadn’t practically ended the wound would have been sorted properly and most likely healed by now but currently it’s twinging and I’m trying not to itch it now that I’m aware of it again. 

“Need to get that checked out today. Tommy knows medical, come on.” He’s climbing out of bed and hurriedly getting dressed without waiting for my response. There’s no point arguing with him as he’s got that determined look in his eyes that there’s no changing his mind so I just drag myself out of bed and throw on the first clothes I find, trying to keep the pain off of my face when I try and lace up my boots but by the way he’s hovering I’m not doing a good job. He moves towards the door when I’m dressed, mind on getting me checked out, only stopping when I grab his wrist and he watches me with light eyes as I smooth my palm up his arm to his shoulders before wrapping my arms around his broad frame and resting my head in the crook of his neck. A soft sound leaves his throat and his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me flush against him and his face is buries in my hair. We just stand there, soaking in each other’s presence, feeling the changes between us, only breaking away when there’s a tentative knock on the door. 

“Come in,” I call, my stomach doing flips when Ellie pokes her head in, clover eyes full of hesitation, “Hey there Peanut.” I don’t move from next to Joel, she’ll run the other way if I try to force her to show emotions or say what she wants to say before she’s ready. 

“I want my walls a different colour if we’re to stay here. Pink is such a sickening colour.” She fake gags and it’s like a heavy pressure against my chest I didn’t know was there is released, emotions crashing down on me when Ellie moves towards us and wraps her arms around my waist, hugging me tightly and I hug her back despite the pressure against my itching wound. 

“I’m sure we can do that,” I press a kiss to her hair before holding her at arms length, smiling as she squirms embarrassingly at the attention, “Joel and I have some things to do today so go out there and make some friends,” I squeeze her shoulders before letting her go and she bounds towards the door, a carefree smile on her face, letting herself be a child for once, “Behave Ellie!” 

“Will do!” She yells back before the front door is shutting and Joel’s intertwining our fingers, pressing a loving kiss to my temple before leading me downstairs. He helps me into his oversized, tan jacket before pulling one of his older ones on then holding the door open for me. It’s not cold but not warm out, a pleasant mixture, the wind chilling while the sun chases away the chill. Winter is trying to dig her claws into the earth as the leaves fall in oranges, yellows and reds and people move from teeshirts and hoodies to heavier jackets and jeans. Everyone is already going about their day as we make our way from the residential area to the centre of the town, searching for the hospital building and finding Tommy talking to a kid a few years younger than me, a map in their hands as they point at different parts on it. 

Tommy sends us a shit-eating grin as we approach, those cognac eyes falling to our interlocked hands, “There you are,” There’s a teasing tone to his voice when he greets us, “Where you two headed?” Joel’s jaw pops as I nod to the hospital, rubbing my thumb soothingly over the back of his hand and some of the worry and tension leaves him but he’s still very strung up, “Oh. Jesse, I’ll leave you with the route planning, go find Maria if you get stuck.” Tommy tells the kid before ushering me and Joel inside the hospital. 

You could barely tell that the world is post apocalyptic when stepping inside, that familiar sterile hospital smell almost burning my nose and the walls are almost blindingly white with people bustling about. Some are dressed in doctors jackets and I have to grip Joel’s hand tighter because the last time I was in a hospital I watched my brother blow his brains out instead of getting anyone else infected. The selfish bastard didn’t even let me leave the room before he pulled out the gun, FEDRA soldiers should have searched him for, and pressed the cool metal to his skull and pulled the trigger. My chest feels tight and I feel like I’m gasping for air, every cough and squeak of shoes pounding in my ears and the Miller brothers are quickly guiding me into a private room where Joel pushes me onto the bed and my nails dig into his arm as I try to ground myself. Gentle. calloused hands hold my face and those honey eyes are pouring over me, his lips moving but I’m not hearing a word of what he’s saying so he’s surging down and slamming those pretty lips to mine. 

Everything else begins to melt away until I’m moving back, avoiding his gaze when I whisper out a quiet, “S-sorry. I don’t like hospitals.” 

“There’s nothing to apologise for baby girl,” He’s kissing my forehead, “Lay back so Tommy can check out your stitches.” 

I do as Joel says, shrugging off Joel’s jacket and laying back, pulling my shirt up enough that Tommy can see the stitches. While Tommy presses fingers lightly down my sides to search for any tenderness and other pain I finally get to take in the younger Miller, having only met him briefly yesterday and feeling anger towards him then. There’s definitely a resemblance between them, their noses being the biggest similarity but also their eyes. Tommy’s eyes are a shade to two darker but they have the same smile lines, Tommy’s more worn in as he’s such a bright and open person. It’s a little overwhelming compared to being by Joel’s side all these years, Joel being a very closed off and defensive person. They share the same curls except Joel’s hair is a few shades lighter than Tommy’s and Tommy’s grown his out but there is no doubt that they are brothers through and through. 

“Fuck!” I’m hissing out, body jolting away from Tommy’s soft hands when they press just below the stitches and he apologises quickly, “So what’s the diagnosis doc?”

“I think I just need to take the stitches out, the skin seemed to have sown itself back together now so it’s just keeping it clean and covered until the sensitivity fades,” He nods, moving around the room to grab everything he needs before sending me a dazzling grin and adding, “You’ll be left with a badass scar.” I don’t reply, just reach out for Joel’s hand and the older brother is moving to my side, letting me grip his hand like a lifeline while Tommy gets to work on cleaning up Joel’s handy work. The air is heavy and I think it’s my fault, the memories of Elliott flashing through me trying to suppress it all but now that things are changing I know I’ll have to face the past and work through it all. I don’t want to but… but it’s needed. 

*

I collapse on the couch as soon as Joel’s shutting the door, letting my head fall back against it and a heavy breath leaves me. This is home, my home, our home with Joel and Ellie. It has a lump forming in my throat and tears welling up behind my eyes but not sad tears, happy tears. Tears for finally not having to look over my shoulder everyday or fight and steal to survive. I get a chance to actually live after fifteen years in the apocalypse world full of people who want to hurt and manipulate a grieving child. 

“Talk to me sweetheart,” Joel’s voice is soft as the sofa dips next to me and his thumb swipes away a tear that escaped by closed my eyes. I shift to rest my head on his shoulder and he chuffs out a quiet laugh before massaging his fingers through my hair comfortingly, “Talk to me, please.” The way he practically begs is so very not Joel like at all and I’m cracking my eyes open to see his features open and inviting, willing to listen to me but it’s whether he’ll look at me the same way after he finds out how I froze and just watched, “There’s no way of moving forwards unless we talk about what’s been plaguing us baby girl.”

He’s right. Of course he’s right. He’s always right. 

“I-I…” My voice cracks and I have to take a deep breath, “I wasn’t alone at the beginning of the outbreak. My brothers - Elliott; Scott and Shepherd- was there with me. We did well for ourselves until he managed to get bitten, I think 2018 so we survived fourteen years without a hitch.” 

———

“I need to go to the hospital.” Elliott hisses at me, voice shaking a little as his hands tremble slightly. Scott and Shep are asleep, curled up together in the bed so I don’t even hesitate to scribble them a quick note saying we’ll be right back, just off to run a few errands. With a quick glance in the bedroom to make sure they were there after losing Ellie to FEDRA a few weeks back and safe I grabbed my switchblade and Elliott and I slipped out with a quiet click of the door. 

The QZ is busy and people are yelling, arguing and slipping into alleyways to trade for things FEDRA would never allow except FEDRA turn a blind eye if they benefit from it all. The burn piles reek and it’s a smell that will cling to clothes for weeks with no way of washing it off as it’s so embedding into the air, the smell of burning flesh will always me sick and Elliott is pulling me closer to him. He puts himself between me and the workers throwing the bodies into the flames but one of them has always captured my attention. The amount of unbridled rage and pain that seeps from him, his salt and pepper hair and tanned, weather worn temples creasing with that permanent frown on his face, the rest of it covered by a bandana. He’s tall, build broad and strong. Most people are intimidated by him, most having seen the brutality of things he’s done to protect the slightly younger woman he is seen with. It has my heart clenching when I see them walking, shoulders brushing and heads bent towards each other as they whisper to each other. 

“Come on,” Elliott follows my gaze, shaking his head fondly at what he calls my childish crush and tugging at my elbow so we can get to the makeshift hospital the QZ has. His hand on my elbow is shaking now and there’s a small seed of doubt in the back of my mind as we step inside the building. FEDRA medics move us into the testing room, the machine pinching my neck but flashing up green and then the woman moves on to Elliott. He flinches and I can suddenly feel my heart in my throat when the screen flashes red, the woman trying to hide it from both of us as she tells her to wait a second before disappearing out of the room, 

I’m watching her move quickly down the corridor outside, turning back to Elliott in time to see the cold metal of the gun pressed against his temple, dark eyes squeezed shut and I’m screaming his name before the ear splitting and unmistakable of a gun shot is heard. It’s like everything happened in slow motion, the bullet embedding onto the wall across the room and blood and brain matter splattering everywhere. The warm liquid is running down my face and soaking my clothes as my knees give way and I’m crawling towards his lifeless and grey body, my hands tangling in his hoodie as I shake him, “Elliott! This isn’t funny! Wake up!” 

Two sets of hands are grabbing at me and dragging me kicking and screaming out of the room and out of the hospital, throwing me into the hard concrete outside their doors. The loose gravel cuts my cheeks as I slide, hitting the ground with a chokes sound but ignoring it and yanking myself to my feet to pound on the doors, screaming and crying, not caring if I’m making a scene, barely hearing myself over the ringing in my ears.  

“Hey, stop that!” A harsh feminine voice grips my shoulder and I spin around to punch them for even touching me but they expertly grab my wrist and pin me to the wall next to the hospital. It’s the younger woman the man I’m crushing on is always seen with, voice harsh and stern, like a mother reprimanding a child, “There’s a FEDRA agent just around the corner and if you keep screaming like that he will shoot you.” 

She’s pretty, her hair the colour of hazelnut chocolates and eyes a rare grey that shifts between a little bluer than grey when the sun catches them. She looks worn down but there’s a powerful beauty to her that holds me captive, a motherly instinct rolling off of her and I’m drawn to it. It might be the grief of just losing Elliott as he was my stand in parental figure after he had to shoot our real parents or the face her face is open and warm, eyes practically begging for me to let her help me. There’s no way she’s not a parent or at least was once was a parent, longing to have someone to nurture and care for. I want to hug her or have her hug me, both of us seeming to need the comfort of the other but we don’t even know each other. 

I try to spit back a reply but a metallic taste hits my lips and I’m pushing the woman aside so I can bend over and empty my guts, my legs giving way again. Instead of walking away and leaving me to grieve she’s holding my hair back, rubbing my back comforting until I’m able to pull myself back to shaky feet. She’s pulling out a rag from her pocket and wiping the blood from my face and neck as I try to compose myself, the image of Elliott burned into my mind forever. 

“You’re Y/N right?” She asks and my eyes fly open as she knows my name which means maybe he knows my name too… I just nod in response, not trusting my voice, “I’m Tess, do you have a place to stay?” 

I think back to Scott and Shepherd curled up in the safety of the bed, knowing I can’t go back to them without Elliott. It’s a selfish decision to leave them alone but I’ve lost too many people already to put them in any danger by keeping them around me, I keep losing people I care about like a curse so where’s the harm in restarting? Scott and Shep would be so much safer on their own, they have everything they need at the apartment, enough ration cards to last four months max and weapons to defend themselves. I’m shaking my head at Tess, her grey eyes softening a little as if she knows I’m lying but she doesn’t question me on it. Instead, she just beckons me to follow her and to the start of an entirely new way of life I didn’t realise I needed. 

———

Joel’s eyes are glazed with tears as I finish telling him, realising we had never brought up why I was covered in blood that wasn’t mine when we met. I guess he thought it was someone I’d had to kill in defence, not that the brain matter splattered over my clothes was my own brother and protectors. Maybe he would have been nicer to me if he’d known, having a brother of his own and unable to understand how to cope if he lost Tommy. I don’t want his sympathy though… the look in his eyes not sympathy or guilt. It’s want, a want to be able to protect me again, a want to share the heavy burden of all the pain I’ve been carrying for years. 

Instead he just reaches out, caress my cheek soothly, fingers brushing down my scar there and looking at me with nothing but love. It makes my pulse jump, grabbing the front of his shirt and drawing him into a desperate kiss, both of us wanting to show feelings we can’t verbalise. It’s a promise to always be there for each other no matter what life throws at us next. I should ask Joel about Sarah, the feeling of telling him about my brothers taking a heavy weight from my shoulders but I know not to push Joel. We may have given ourselves to each other but Sarah is still an open wound for Joel and I’m not going to lose him now that I’ve only just gotten him. 

There are no words for when a parent loses a child and it ache in my chest, having seen the way Tess clung to me when I agreed to join her and Joel. Despite the little bit of jealously that formed between us when Joel looked after me when I was injured she still cared for me like a mother would a child. The fact she’s not here to see how things have panned out for us has me has another tear escaping my eye and slipping down my cheek, dissolving under Joel’s fingers that are still tracing my scar. He moves his hand to the back of my neck to hold our lips together as he lays me back on the couch, slotting himself over me and fitting like puzzle pieces, His chapped lips trail hot, open mouthed kisses across my cheek and down my neck, hands roaming over my body as if trying to remember every dip and curve despite me being his through and through. 

I’m barely registering the laughter outside the front door until it’s flying open and Ellie’s standing there with that kid Tommy was talking to - Jesse I think - and another girl. Their face all drop in surprise and embarrassment, Joel growling in frustration at being cockblocked. 

“AHHHHH! OH MY GOD! NOT ON THE FAMILY COUCH!”

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Chapter One ⇢ Save Who You Can Save

Chapter Two ⇢ Stitches

Chapter Three ⇢ Keep You Safe

Chapter Four  ⇢ Escape Kansas City

Chapter Five ⇢ Finding Tommy

Chapter Six ⇢ Revealing Secrets

Chapter Seven ⇢ 

Chapter Eight ⇢ Finding Family

Chapter Nine ⇢ Two Become One

Chapter Ten ⇢ Coming Soon

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[blazingphantom]

Wendell & Wild Oneshots

Summary: After the accident. Wendell doesn't want to talk.

It had been a few days since the incident. It was... bad.

The looming effects of it hung over Wild's head constantly. Some days were hard, where he couldn't even sneak a glance at the eel tank without feeling like he was going to throw up. It happened so fast as well. One fatal misplace of a foot, was it all it took. For disaster to strike. Wendell fell into the eel tank, instinctively he tried grabbing onto the edges of the container, but it was too slippery. With a splash of water, now submerged. His eyes widened with fear. The 2 eels made their way over to him, animalistic hunger blazing in their unblinking eyes. Their green luminous body's gliding through the water with ease, circling Wendell dangerously. Before he could even comprehend what was about to happen. The two aquatic creatures jolted forward. One clamping it's needle like teeth into the flimsy skin of Wendell's wing, whilst the other curled it's body around his middle. It's muscly body constricting around his ribs. Pain coursed through his body like fiery claws. Two separate things happened at once. The ripping of skin and electricity surging through him. It was overwhelming. He couldn't breathe, jaw locking in response. Going rigid still as white-hot agony swallowed him, he was so sure he was going to die like this. Slowly he became very disorientated from the constant and relentless pain, until it barely registered, only now a dull throb. Unaware of the grotesque damage the eels were inflicting onto him. Dark crimson began to cloud the water of the tank. It took 2 whole minutes of never-ending misery and mental pleading, for hands to grasp him and haul him out. By that time Wendell was semi-unconscious, black spots danced across his vision. His gaze meets with Wild's horrified face, who's eyes are glossy with unshed tears. He didn't remember what else happened. But Wendell thinks he could hear his father's faint distraught cries, conjoining the panicked chorus. The healing process was a nightmare. He whimpered, begged, and then gradually screamed. It was like torture. Later that day wasn't any better. It hadn't improved.

Waking up was awful. Painful discomfort that blossomed in his back welcomed him when he awoke, he felt like crying. Wendell knew what had happened, he wasn't stupid. Blood swiftly painted the pristine white bandages. And Wendell dreaded to think what his wings looked like now.

He didn't eat much for a few days, despite the hunger pains racking his belly. Some would say he had fallen into a depressive episode; they weren't really far off. Wendell was just to distressed and downhearted. Most days on his journey to recovery. He laid on his front, staring at the walls a detached expression. Always ignoring Wild when he came in, chipper as ever. The younger brother tried his best to cheer Wendell up to no avail, and he left, defeated carrying a somber expression. He hated this. He hated Wild for not being there. ------------------------------- Wild moseyed slowly through Scream Faire. Tail hung low behind his stubby legs. He knew for a fact his brother had been avoiding him. Holding a grudge against him, it was clear as day. But he still loved his older brother, despite their little fights. "WenWen?" He calls out quietly. Not wanting to wake up the currently snoozing 300ft father of theirs. A small sigh escapes Wild; he wouldn't give up. He was worried- very worried. "What?" Came the curt response. And Wild's heart thuds against his chest, taking a few steps and peering behind the hot-dog stand. Spotting a lanky demon who was sitting down, that was undeniably Wendell. Eyes drifting down to his bandaged back and a lump forms in Wild's throat. But he pushes down his worries and inched forward. "I just- wanted to see how you are doing." Wendell scoffs at that question. Fighting back the urge to roll his eyes, lifting his legs up slightly. Positioning his arm on his knee, bringing his hand to his face, cupping his chin. Very evidently avoiding Wild's big, concerned eyes. He doesn't want his pity. Wild crouches down in-front of him, maintaining his worrisome visage. "Wendell.." He starts, swallowing thickly. "I'm sorry I wasn't there- Wen-" "I don't want to talk." Wendell responds, tone firm. Vexation making his blood boil, tail-tip whacking the wooden floorboards. "Wendell-" The shorter demon tries again, desperation seeping into his voice. He just wants to be with Wendell again, ever since that day happened. Wendell had been avoiding him like the plague, it was expected. He was always highly-strung. But Wild never predicted this would happen. "What part of 'don't talk to me', don't you understand?" Wendell locks eyes with him. But instead of a brotherly, loving gaze Wild was hoping for. His eyes are narrowed with irritation and spite. Wild's mouth is open wide just as he was about to say something. Reluctantly closing it, eyes trained on his hands. Digesting his words, and his shoulders slump. Rising to his full height, he takes a few steps back before turning around. "I'm sorry." Is all utters in the most upset and miserable voice Wendell has ever heard. Wild then lumbers off, vanishing back behind the hot-dog stand, leaving Wendell alone once more. As soon as Wild is gone from sight. Wendell brings his hands to his face, giving a shaky intake of breath. Fuck, I'm so sorry wild. Forgive me.

[cookies-over-yonder]

ohhh i'm in debilitating pain and you wanna entertain me sooo baddddd !!!!! you wanna feed me entertainment so bad!!!!!! ohhhhh!!!!!! you wanna send me asks sooooo badddd right meowww!!!!!

[hiding-in-the-vault]

Good point. Make that hope into a bitterness about Quackity thinking he can give Dream hope when Dream knows very well he wouldn't.

uhm I just had a thought I forgot. sorry.

as an apology, what I've written so far: "The red stone pistons fired, the deep grumble distinctive from the ever present hissing of the lava. Dream didn’t dare lift his head or move his cheeks from the grimy, sticky floor of his cell.

Rule number whatever: Either be on your knees head bowed, or you better not have moved from the position Sir left you in.

Was Dream slightly bitter that even thinking Sir immediately called up an image of Quackity and tides of fear and anger? Yes. Would he show that bitterness? No. (Maybe Quackity would think he’d finally broken Dream but he hadn’t. Dream wasn’t quite broken yet, just brittle and fractured. If – when he got out, he’d just pour gold into all those cracks.)"

Yeahyeahyeah yeah yeah yeah that’s the good stuff 🙏 Poor mans doesn’t even bother to get up, it’s easier that way ig 😭😭😭 he doesn’t even know who it isssss and probably thinks it doesn’t even matterrrrr waaa

[cuntygraham]

FUCK THIS SHIT IS GOOD

[fuchsiafortified]

@themindfulcosmos asked:

i won't leave again. i promise.

PROMPTS FOR DRAMATIC REUNIONS  (Accepting!) 

The paperwork in Sakura’s hands scattered on the floor. The paperwork that the Hokage had asked her to deliver was no longer of importance. Ino, her best friend, stood at the gates of Konoha. It’s been almost three years since she left. For awhile, the Haruno stood in place. She was in complete disbelief, unsure on how to react or what to feel. Her body moved before her brain could process what was happening. She wrapped her arms around her best friend in a tight embrace. She wasn’t letting go. 

When she heard the Yamanaka’s words, all she could do was nod. After a moment or two in silence, she finally pulled away from the tight embrace, she could only manage a sentence. 

“We have a lot to talk about.”

[yvonneloveposting]

Me: I'm going to sleep

My brain: Diana, Lily, and Felix raising Lp!Athy 💖

[nursey-patrol]

Im in a creative mood but instead i am chained to finals due in 2 hours

[cckaisen]

୨ৎ˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 not quite strangers .

req ! the (torn up) jjk men when you, (their latest ex), ask to pick up your stuff from their place.

ಇ. summary. fem!reader, angstt, geto’s takes place after the rika incident since i thought it’d be clever😇, yandere!yuta implied again MWUAHAHA

ಇ. including. gojo, nanami, geto, yuji, megumi, yuta, toge, toji, sukuna.

likes n reblogs r appreciated !! 💗