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supernovafics · 5 months

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With your I’ll be there for you series would you be interested in writing about Steve discovering that he has feelings for reader? I think it would be sweet for him to just find even the silliest things she does cute and then him having a little melt down because he realised he’s liked her along. The series is such a great idea! 💭

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 4.4k words

warnings: explicit language, alcohol consumption, drunk!steve, mentions of steve's dad being shitty, angst

summary: in which steve’s drunk and you don’t hesitate to cancel a date to take care of him

author's note: thanks for the request! probably from the moment i started this series/universe i knew that i wanted to have steve realize his feelings first so this request was quite literally perfect for that lol. this is slightly “while you were sleeping” by laufey inspired hence the title. the slow burn is finally starting to come to an end !! (i’m both happy and sad about that lmao) anyways enjoy<3333

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

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Winter 1986

You were in the middle of debating between a black skirt and a brown plaid one that Robin convinced you to buy when you two went thrifting just a few days ago when the phone rang.

Leaving both options on your bed, you went to the kitchen to answer it, bottomless aside from the stockings you had already put on because of the cold late February weather.

“Hello?”

“Steve?” You recognized his voice for the most part, but he sounded a little different. A little far away, like he was calling from the oldest phone in the universe.

“Oh, hey.” The way he said the simple two words both confused and amused you because it sounded as if he didn’t expect you to be the person on the other end of the line.

You laughed a bit. “‘Oh, hey’? Don’t sound so disappointed. You called me.”

“I know. Sorry. I meant to call Eddie,” He said, and it was then that you heard what should’ve been obvious from the moment he said “Hello” to you— the way his words weren’t necessarily slurry, just slower than usual.

He was drunk, and you now recognized the voice that you had become so used to hearing since Steve’s sixteenth birthday when he snuck his dad’s whiskey and you both only had two shots of it before feeling it fully.

“Why would you call him? Aren’t you two together right now?” You asked, your confusion taking precedence over the amusement you felt in this moment.

Earlier that day, before you left the apartment to head to your twelve o’clock class, he told you that he was going to tag along with Robin, Vickie, and Eddie to some art show thing after his shift that night at Family Video; you would’ve gone too if you didn’t already have plans for the night.

“Also, I didn’t know that you could get drunk at an art show,” You added. “I’ll definitely make sure to go next time.”

“I didn’t go with them,” He told you, and before you could ask where he was, he answered the unspoken question. “I’m actually at a bar right now.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “What? Why?”

“Very long story. Dad shit. What else is new, right?” Steve answered with a breath of a laugh.

He made his words sound lighthearted and as if whatever happened didn’t really affect him, but you, of course, didn’t see it that way. Without even being with Steve right then, standing in front of him and reading his facial expressions, you still saw through what he was trying to play off as “no big deal.” You’d known him more than long enough to know that anything involving his dad was usually always serious. And whatever shitty things his dad said to him this time around drove Steve to a bar rather than back here to the apartment to frustratingly rant to you, and that only worried you.

“Which bar are you at?” You asked softly.

“The only place in town, other than The Hideout, that doesn’t card,” He said and then immediately continued. “But, wait, don’t come here, though. I don’t want you to come get me. That’s why I was trying to call Eddie. I know you have your date tonight.”

Just for a second— actually, probably the entire time you’d been talking to Steve— you’d forgotten about the date, forgotten about the reason why you’d just been debating which skirt to wear, forgotten about what you were supposed to leave for in twenty minutes. And that slightly surprised you because, for the last couple of days, you’d been really excited about it.

Meeting Jamie felt like a sort of “meet cute” moment that was straight out of a romcom, one that you probably would’ve laughed at because of how cheesy it was. You bumped into him in the hallway on the floor of your apartment. He was your neighbor’s, Miss Johnson’s, nephew, and you learned that even though he went to a college about an hour away, he was trying to visit her more often. He had been in the middle of leaving when you saw him, and you gave a friendly wave and smile at first and he started a conversation with you. You two then spent an hour talking in the hallway before you headed inside your apartment to start studying for a test and he asked for your number, which led to more long conversations over the next few days until he asked you on a date.

In a way, it startled you how giddy you found yourself feeling about him after only those few days, how easily and quickly you liked him. It was the first crush that you had in a while that didn’t feel completely hopeless.

But now all of that was the last thing on your mind. It quickly became pushed to the side because you knew that your best friend needed you.

You shook your head in this moment even though Steve couldn’t see you. “No, it’s okay, I’ll come.”

“No, don’t, don’t. I’ll just call Eddie.”

He’s probably not home right now, was what you wanted to tell Steve, but you refrained from doing so at that moment. Instead, you said, “I’ll call him for you.”

The drunken sigh in relief Steve let out was immediate. “Okay, thanks, I don’t think I have any more change for this payphone, anyway.”

“Okay, just stay put and stop drinking.”

“The bartender already cut me off.”

“Good,” You said before saying a final goodbye to him and hanging up.

You then picked the phone up again to dial a different number. You, of course, didn’t attempt to call Eddie and you instead called Jamie. He was completely understanding when you told him that you had to cancel the date because of an emergency, and he said that you two could do the dinner and movie on a different night, which you quickly agreed on.

You put on the brown plaid skirt— quickly deciding that it looked better with the white top you were wearing, anyway— before slipping on a pair of shoes and grabbing your coat, shoving your car keys and wallet into the pockets, and then leaving the apartment.

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The drive to Webster’s took less than fifteen minutes and the current emptiness of it didn’t surprise you that much. From the handful of times that you’d gone to the place with Steve, Eddie, and Robin, it became a known fact that things didn’t become “lively” until after ten, and it was currently only a little after nine.

You spotted Steve sitting on a stool at the counter, head down in his folded arms. You sat in the empty seat next to him and tapped the side of his shoulder until he sat up and looked at you.

“Glad to know you’re alive, Harrington.”

He smiled at you and you gave him a small smile back, he must have forgotten that he’d told you not to come to the bar.

“I feel barely alive, actually.”

“Still counts.”

Steve only looked at you for a moment, taking notice of what you were wearing beneath your unzipped coat.

“You look nice,” He said and then seemed to realize something and his smile dropped. “Wait, shit, your date. You shouldn’t be here right now.”

“It’s fine. We’re just gonna reschedule it.”

“I’m sorry.”

You shook your head at him. “No, don’t be. It’s just a first date, anyway. Your drunk ass needing a ride home is obviously more important than that.”

Steve laughed a bit. “I guess I’ll take that as a compliment?”

“Yes, you should,” You told him and then watched with furrowed brows as he went to grab the short glass that was in front of him, half full of some dark liquor. He was about to finish what was left in the glass, but you grabbed it from him before he could. “Steve.”

“I still had this from before I called you. I can’t finish it?”

“No, because if you end up throwing up in my car on the drive home, I will have to murder you.”

You looked away from him before he could say anything in response to that and waved at Barry, the usual bartender that you became on a first name basis with after your third time going to Webster’s. Since it was the farthest thing from busy right then, he immediately walked over to you two.

“Hey, Barry, can he have some water?”

He nodded and filled up a glass, sliding it over to Steve and then looking at you. “Glad to see you here. He’s looked like a sad little lost puppy for the past hour.”

Steve stopped mid-sip to scoff. “That’s very not true.”

“Sorry, but I think I have to believe the only other sober person here,” You said and only smiled at the second annoyed scoff he let out, which was hard to take seriously because of his current drunkenness.

Barry got called over by a group of people that just walked in and you silently watched Steve take a few sips from his glass. When he set it down, you lightly nudged his knee with yours. “Do you wanna talk about what happened with your dad?”

Steve simply sighed at first. “He came to Family Video today and went on this huge rant about me and what I’m doing with my life. He thinks my job is shit, and even me going to school part-time isn’t enough. He thinks I’m such a loser in comparison to his friend’s kids who are actually “doing things with their lives.””

You frowned and shook your head. “Fuck him.”

“Cheers to that,” Steve said with a small laugh and held up his glass of water for a second. “He also said that he wants to set me up with this job at his friend’s insurance company, and I immediately said no to that. I’m still not entirely sure what I wanna do yet, but I know it’s not that— some stupid fucking desk job. Especially not one that’s just given to me by my dad.”

“He’s an idiot,” You told Steve. “And also his bullshit is not at all worth the hangover you’ll have in the morning.”

“You might be right about that,” He responded, eyes fixed on his now half-empty glass of water and a small amused smile on his face. “But, it felt good for a second.”

You poked his arm so that he would look at you. “You could’ve talked to me about all of that instead of coming here.”

“I didn’t wanna mess up your date by coming home and talking to you about all of this sad shit. I knew that you’d just worry about me and probably not go,” He mumbled. “And I feel like a dumbass for still messing it up.”

“It’s okay. Seriously. Honestly,” You told him and then playfully smiled as you said your next words. “And you know that I would tell you if it wasn’t okay. I’d definitely hold this over you for at least a week, and force you to clean out Harold’s cage and do my laundry that’s been building up for the past week and a half. But you’re drunk and sad, and I’m way too nice to make you do any of those things.”

He laughed at that, which made you smile wider. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” You said before you stood up from the stool you’d been sitting in. “Now, come on, let’s get out of here before it starts getting crowded. Can you walk okay?”

Steve only nodded in response, which was a nonverbal answer that you weren’t sure if you completely trusted, so you stood close to him as he also got up and pulled some cash out of his back pocket and placed it on the counter.

He then waved at Barry, and you were certain that he probably didn’t mean for it to be so animated and comical, but it very much looked that way. “Goodnight, Barry.”

The bartender laughed a bit when he looked over at you and Steve. “‘Night, guys.”

Steve started heading toward the door first and you followed just a few steps behind him. When he stumbled a bit before even making it out of the door, you grabbed his hand and moved closer to him so that he could drape his arm around your shoulders, and then one of yours circled around his waist.

Leading him to your car was a feat in itself, but once he was settled in the passenger seat and you started driving, he rolled his window down completely and had it like that during the entire ride even though it was freezing cold outside, and that was worse than dealing with his stumbling.

When you made it to the apartment building, his balance was actually a bit more coherent so you didn’t need to do more than just hold his hand during the entire walk to the elevators and then down the hallway to the apartment.

You dragged him to your room and he sighed in contentment when he sat down on the side of your bed; he always liked your mattress better than his own for some reason.

“Wait, don’t fall asleep yet,” You told him before heading over to his room and grabbing a random t-shirt and basketball shorts from one of his drawers. “Here, put this on. I know you’d be mad at me if I let you fall asleep in those jeans.”

“Thanks,” He mumbled with a yawn as you handed the clothes over to him, and then you went to the kitchen as he started changing.

You filled a mug with water and then pulled open the drawer that had the bottle of aspirin in it. Neither you nor Steve were really sure why it lived there instead of in one of your bathrooms, where it probably should’ve been, but you two also didn’t make any effort to move it.

Steve was already asleep and under the covers when you walked back into your room, and you placed the mug and aspirin on the nightstand on his side. You changed into your own pajamas for the night, which simply consisted of an old baggy t-shirt and shorts, before settling in on your side of the bed.

It was still pretty early for a Friday night, barely even ten o’clock, but you didn’t mind going to bed because you were actually a little tired. Steve was turned and facing away from you, but you still watched him and his even breathing for a bit, making sure he was okay before you quickly drifted off to sleep yourself.

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Steve didn’t know what time it was when he woke up, but he could tell that it was pretty early because he could see the just sun starting to rise.

The other things he quickly noticed were that he was in your bed and he had a pounding headache, which was a little confusing at first, but then all of what happened last night started coming back to him.

The shit with his dad, the bar, the accidental phone call to you, and then you coming to the bar and bringing him home— he remembered it all.

With a soft groan, Steve slowly sat up in bed, doing his best not to wake you, and then reached over to grab the water and aspirin you left out for him.

He took the medicine and drank most of the water and then laid back down, turning on his side to face you. Your head was against the pillow and even breaths fell from your slightly parted lips. You looked so peaceful like this, he decided, so pretty.

Steve thought about you and Jamie, and how happy you had been when you talked about him. Steve also knew how excited you’d been about the date, and even though you had told him that it was okay that you had to cancel it last night, he still felt a little bad about it all.

He knew that you would probably do anything for him, and that was completely mutual. If the roles had been reversed last night, Steve wouldn’t have thought twice about canceling a date to go pick you up from some dumb bar. And making those sorts of sacrifices for one another never felt like a question, it just always felt like the obvious thing to do.

It didn’t completely make sense at first, but somehow it was that simple and crystal clear thought that managed to shift something deep down inside of him— it harshly drew the line between best friends and something more. And Steve quickly realized exactly which side he lay on.

Which was confusing because the lines of where your friendship began and ended had always felt so unquestionable— you and him were best friends; nothing more, nothing less.

But it was different now, it changed, and it was this moment that told him that it actually had been that way for a while; probably since you two moved into the apartment.

Starting from that day in August your lives became even more intertwined with one another— which didn’t feel entirely possible because of how close you’d been for so long— but it was true. He hadn’t realized how blurry the lines had been getting since then.

Since you two started beginning your days and ending them in the same home. Since so many nights became spent in each other’s beds; nothing more happening than sleeping and late night talking, but still. Since you two got Harold only a few weeks into living in the apartment, and you both immediately fell into your unserious parental roles in the hamster’s life. Since an unspoken early morning weekend routine fell into place where Steve would make coffee and toast and you’d do the eggs and bacon. Since you two became something equivalent to a married couple that had been together for at least twenty years.

And then Steve realized that actually maybe this something more had always been there— maybe it had always been so fucking obvious.

He thought back to the end of Senior year when you two went to each other’s proms and slow danced at the end of the night because you both thought it would be funny, but those moments actually turned into something really sweet and wholesome; and you’d both think back on it during the most randomest of times.

And then he also thought about smaller things, the parts of your personality that made him feel so goddamn lucky to know you. How you always fiddled with the radio and never settled on a station for longer than a few minutes during perhaps any car ride where Steve was the one driving; something that you’d been doing since the day he got his driver's license and you two went on your first solo car ride together. How pretty much anything you did would only make him smile and playfully roll his eyes or make fun of you.

Steve wasn’t entirely sure why he was having this sort of “epiphany moment” right here, right now, in your bed as he looked at you peacefully sleeping next to him.

It, of course, stemmed from you canceling something that he had known you’d been looking forward to for the last couple of days to instead take care of him, he could recognize that. But, what made that so different from everything else you’d done for each other over the years?

He immediately thought that maybe there was no one straight answer to that question because it wasn’t about what was different. Instead, it was about all of those other moments too. They had slowly built upon each other until it came to this one on this February morning— nine years into your friendship and six and a half months into you two living together— and Steve could finally recognize what it all had meant, and he was ready to accept the truth for what it was too.

He liked you. More than liked, actually. He loved you, he was in love with you.

But, you were also his best friend, the most important person in his life, and he didn’t want to be the reason that that ever got messed up. And that thought was what made him finally look away from you and mutter out a soft, “Fuck.”

Steve quickly got out of the bed, and he was surprised, but also completely grateful, that his quick and hasty movements didn’t manage to stir you awake.

He left your room and went to the kitchen. It was early and he probably should’ve been trying to get a few more hours of sleep, but he wasn’t tired anymore.

The realization was the only thing on his mind— in a matter of seconds, it managed to completely consume it.

Everything else that had been happening the past few months finally made complete sense; Steve saw it all in a different way. He now understood why he couldn’t picture any sort of future with Vanessa when he went out with her a few times back in December even though he really did like her, and why he couldn’t see anything with anyone he went out with. Because deep down, he knew that he could only see that with you. It made sense why his dating life had been in such a rut lately and why he didn’t particularly mind it all that much.

When you two would jokingly say that you both were completely okay with ending up “alone together forever,” he realized now that from his side of things, deep down, it had never been a joke. And he wondered if it was the same way for you.

In an ideal world, the answer would be yes. But, things only felt confusing, and if he was being a thousand percent honest with himself, he didn’t know if that answer was yes in this world.

Steve knew that you really liked Jamie, even in such a short amount of time, so that couldn’t mean that you had any sort of feelings for him. Right? Or maybe you just hadn’t had your own “epiphany moment” yet? Should he tell you about his? Should he tell you about any of what just hit him in the past ten minutes?

His brain felt as if it was going to fucking explode with all of the questions circling his mind right then, and the coffee he was making failed to distract his thoughts from everything.

He came to the quick decision that he wouldn’t tell you what he was feeling; it would just be easier that way. There wouldn’t be any way for him to potentially fuck things up between you two if he simply ignored what he was feeling. It was easy to imagine how drastically your friendship would change if he told you everything and you didn’t feel the same. Therefore, he could push it all away to make sure that nothing changed for the worse.

When the coffee was done, he poured some into a fresh mug and took a long sip. Any other time, he couldn’t really stand straight black coffee, but the bitterness tasted good for once; he decided to focus on that instead of anything else.

Steve wasn’t sure how long he had been leaning back against the counter and sipping from his mug before you came out of your room. It could’ve been one minute or ten; right then, time felt as if it was moving both slow and fast.

“Hey,” You said, giving him a small smile and rubbing the tiredness out of your eyes. “I’m surprised you’re up already. I definitely expected you to be passed out until at least ten.”

It felt equivalent to a light switch flipping how quickly Steve felt affected by your smile and simply you in that moment. He’d probably seen you like this a million times before— just waking up and still in your now wrinkled pajamas from the night— but it felt entirely different now. And that was when he knew how fucked he was.

“Yeah, I, uh, I woke up and couldn’t, um, go back to sleep… So, yeah, just came out here. Made some, um, coffee,” He ultimately responded and then inwardly sighed at how flustered he was right then. He let out a quick laugh. “Sorry, blame the hangover for my inability to say sentences right now.”

If that was how he was going to act around you from now on, he knew that trying to keep this a secret was probably the most unrealistic idea ever.

You laughed a bit and nodded, seemingly unfazed by his awkwardness right then, and opened up the fridge. “You think you can stomach eggs and bacon?”

“Yes to the bacon, but I think I should play it safe and say no to the eggs.”

“Makes sense,” You said, closing the fridge after grabbing the bacon. You placed the pack on the counter near the stove and then looked at Steve. “You feeling better about all of that dad shit?”

It was almost comical how even though it had been the reason for everything that happened last night, the conversation he had with his dad was the farthest thing from his mind now.

“I’m good, actually.”

“Good,” You said, smiling at him and then reaching out to grab his hand and give it a light reassuring squeeze; which, unknown to you, made his heart feel as if it was going to somersault out of his chest. “Remember, the next time this happens, come to me and we both can get drunk here for free. Or we can just run away and join the circus, or whatever it was we agreed on when we were twelve.”

Steve only nodded and gave you a small smile in response because it felt as if that was all he could do at that moment. If he attempted to say anything, he felt like his words would’ve started or ended with, “I’m in love with you.”

He changed his decision then. He knew that he had to tell you everything because it wouldn’t be easy to simply bury it down and ignore it. There was no way that he’d be able to keep this from you, at least not for a long time, it was already swallowing him whole. And although he had no idea when or how he would tell you the truth, he made a quick promise to himself that he would do it.

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harrywavycurly · 11 months

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Fake Husband Eddie Part 2: Meeting Someone?

Part 1: here

Part 3: here

Tag List: @alana4610 @fluentmoviequoter @alicentswife @vivalasv3gan @goth-cowgirl-03 @yujyujj @slowgabinaburninroom @zaddyskye69

TW: Cursing and drinking

A/N: Before you all come for me don’t worry there is a part 3 and it’s the final part of this little trilogy lol also idk why I added in Frank and the Hideout backstory it was just something that was sitting in the back of my mind and it fit. Anywayyyy enjoy!!✨

You smooth out the front of your shirt as you sit down on one of the worn out barstools at the back of the Hideout. It’s been exactly a week since you met Eddie and it only felt right that the two of you have your first official date at the bar you met at. Over the span of a week you two have gotten to know each other quite well, you learned that Eddie would much rather FaceTime you than text you because he likes to hear your voice, especially your laugh he loves how it sounds even through the phone. You also learned that he loves his job, he works at the garage in town and he’s always got his head under someone’s hood fixing a transmission or tinkering with a stubborn fuel line.

Eddie has learned things about you as well, he knows that you like to read before bed and he doesn’t know why but it shocked him a bit to learn the two of you have a few books in common on your bookshelves. He notices things like how you try to hide your face when you’re smiling and he just assumes that’s something you’ve always done but he’s made a mental note to try to remind you how pretty you are when you smile because it’s really one of his favorite things to see. You go on little rants about things that have bothered you during the day and he loves how passionate you get because your arms go everywhere and you also always end it with “you know what I mean?” and even if he has no clue he can’t help but smile and just nod and reassure you that yes he knows what you mean.

The two of you have grown close over the past several days and you’ve started to develop a rather large crush on the long haired metal head. Luckily for you though Eddie made his feelings known the night he drove you home from the hideout.

“You know what?” You turn your head and look at Eddie who’s smiling at you as he watches you reach for the handle of the passenger side door of his van.

“What?” Eddie leans over his middle console so he can tuck a few stay hairs behind your ear making you blush as you feel his hand brush against your cheek.

“I think I like you.” You raise an eyebrow at him as you playfully glare at him making him laugh.

“You think?” You tease as Eddie reaches for your hand that has his skull ring on it, you smile as you watch him twirl it around your finger since it’s a little too big for you but you like how it feels so you haven’t taken it off.

“Sorry sweetheart.” He looks up at you as you find yourself leaning into him. “I know I like you.” He adds right before he places a kiss to your lips making you smile as he pulls away.

The sound of a glass being set down in front of you jolts you out of your daydream as you blink a few times before looking around to see if Eddie has shown up yet. You look at your phone and see it’s only ten minutes past six, the time you both agreed to meet so you just brush it off to him being a little late and look up to see the bartender cleaning a few glasses in front of you.

“What can I get ya?” Frank the bartender and half owner of the Hideout asks as he gives you a smile. “I make a mean martini.” He jokes as he shoots you a playful wink making you laugh.

“Uh I’ll just have a vodka tonic please.” He nods and starts making your drink. “Have you worked here a while?” You ask trying to make small talk to help the time pass before Eddie shows up and this is only the second time you’ve ever been here so might as well get to know the bartenders.

“You could say that.” Frank answers as he slides your drink in front of you. “I’m Frank and I may not look it but I’m one of the Hideout's original customers.” You just nod your head encouraging him to continue as you take a sip of your drink, Frank is an older gentleman with long gray hair he has tucked into a low pony on the back of his neck and a few tattoos scattered around his forearms that are only visible because he has his flannel rolled up to his elbows. “I helped them name this place because we used to meet here back in the day when it wasn’t actually a bar, to hideout from people we didn’t want to see or nagging wives we were avoiding so when they wanted to turn it into a bar I said why not just call it the Hideout?” Frank explained and you couldn’t help but giggle at the mention of avoiding nagging wives.

“It’s a great name.” You watch him smile as he looks around the bar to see if anyone needs anything.

“Meeting someone?” Frank asks as he glances down at the giant skull ring on your ring finger.

“Uh yeah.” You’re not sure how to answer his question so you just go with your gut. “My husband actually.” Frank just smiles and nods as he goes back to cleaning glasses as you slowly sip on your drink as you anxiously look at your phone again and let out a sigh when you see it’s now six thirty.

Eddie is elbows deep in a minivan’s engine that is just refusing to let him get his fingers in the correct place to install a new part. He lets out a frustrated groan as he takes a step back from the van and places his grease covered hands on his hips and closes his eyes and looks up towards the ceiling of the garage. He wonders for a moment what you’re going to wear on your date with him tonight, he’s had tonight circled on his calendar all week and he’d be lying if he didn’t say he even added little hearts to it and everything.

“Why do all minivans have to be so damn stubborn?” He mumbles as he opens his eyes and takes a step closer to the van. “I’m just trying to help you.” He explains as he uses his wrist to wipe some sweat off his brow, as he drops it back down to his side he feels his whole world begin to move in slow motion when he catches the time on his watch. “Oh fuck fuck fuck.” He drops the wrench in his left hand and heads for the break room of the garage.

“Eddie?” Greg the parts guy asks as Eddie rushes past him so he can grab his stuff from his locker.

“I’m late!” Eddie shouts over his shoulder as he heads for the door. He quickly jumps into his van and starts the engine as he digs around in his bag for his phone. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding.” He groans when he sees his phone is on 10% battery because he forgot to put it on the charger after falling asleep on FaceTime with you last night. He looks at the clock and silently prays to whoever it is that might be listening to let you still be waiting for him even though it’s well after eight at night and he was supposed to meet you at six.

“Shit shit.” He presses your name in his phone and it rings once before his whole screen goes black meaning his phone is dead. “Fuck!” Eddie feels like his heart is in his stomach as he pulls out of the parking lot of his work and heads straight for the Hideout.

He doesn’t look for your car in the bar’s parking lot because he knows you planned to get dropped off so he could just take you home. He not so gently snatches his keys from the ignition after putting it in park and slams his door closed as he exits the van. He ignores the looks he’s getting form the men outside smoking as he rushes into the bar, he’s sure he looks like he’s lost with his work overalls on tied around his waist and his hair in a messy bun and grease stains everywhere. Frank turns when he hears the door open and he raises an eyebrow at Eddie when he lets out a sigh at all the empty seats in the back of the bar, exactly where you told him you’d be so he could meet you.

“Looking for your wife?” Eddie looks at the bartender and nods his head because you’d been jokingly calling yourself his wife all week so of course you’d tell the bartender you were waiting for your husband. Frank tosses something at Eddie and when he catches it and sees what it is he feels his heart break a bit. “Left about an hour ago.” He adds as Eddie stares at the skull ring that’s sitting in the palm of his hand.

“Oh no.” And with that Eddie turns on his heels and runs straight back out to the parking lot towards his van because no way is he letting him being an idiot be the reason you two end things.

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lemmejustpulloutmylightsaber · 5 months

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But not when you're around || carmen berzatto x reader

pairing -> carmen berzatto x gn!reader (no use of pronouns)

trope -> hurt/comfort

warnings -> just carmen and his problems then a SHIT ton of fluff at the end

notes -> finally made myself write which makes me happy :]

reblogs and comments are much obliged :]

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The worst moment for a chef is when they taste a dish that they have made a hundred times and it doesn’t taste right, like they added something by accident but they don’t know what. The chef goes on autopilot because they’ve made this so many times that the recipe is ingrained in their head, their own scrawling handwriting on the back of their eyelids. It leads them to question everything. Every choice they’ve ever made, every ingredient they put in, every stir of their spoon. Soon, it leads to more and more accidents because they are trying to be careful. They want to do it so well that it ends up turning into more of a mess.

There were so many things wrong with Carmen that at this point, no one tried to help him. Plenty tried. Plenty failed. He simply pushed everyone away, falling into himself more and more. Throwing himself into his craft. He earned award after award. Accolade after accolade. It was never enough. He was never enough. He was never good enough. Everything was in the fight against ever acknowledging his own brokenness. It was all in the pursuit of fixing something that was not ever the problem in the first place. He tried in vain to fix other things around him just to feel some semblance of that healing inside of him.

He was irreparably damaged. He was not about to fix himself and he was convinced no one could do it for him. Never accepted help, always saying that all he needed to do was perfect whatever he was working on. Never getting into a relationship for fear of fucking them up as well. Pushing others away for fear that once they get close enough, once they saw his scarred, battered, broken, bleeding heart, they would leave. This fear drove him. Drove him to greatness in the eyes of others. Drove him to be better than everyone else. Drove him to drown out the voices in his head with everything out. Drove him to isolate himself in fear of harming others.

Like lighting a fire to warm someone else’s hands and getting your own burnt in the process.

But not when you’re around. It’s like every time you look at him, something is healing inside him. Something he had, time and time again, said wasn’t broken in the first place. Every time you silently hold him while he tries to keep himself from breaking down in front of people. You are the best thing that has ever happened to him. He regularly jokes that you’re his savior but inside, deep down, he knows that is exactly what he believes. Every day that he wakes up and realizes that you are still here and haven’t left him is saving him little by little. Slowly he’ll open up, trust him that it isn’t easy for him to talk about his issues because as much as he yells about everyone’s mistakes, he doesn’t ever want to be a burden, if there is an opportunity for him not to tell you his shit, he won’t. Still, there are some more vulnerable nights where he will just start talking about his childhood while he cooks you both dinner. Whenever you’re around him, it’s like someone has plugged him into some unending source of ambient power, it doesn’t surge and it doesn’t falter.

Even if it’s just sitting there and letting him rant on and on about what went wrong that day, he’ll be secretly very happy that you did it. Physical affection is something that he does not associate with actual love so something small like playing with his hair at the beginning is good. He worries that he’ll never be good enough but someone, at some point, told him to find evidence against his thoughts and whenever he thinks of that, he thinks of you. You gently hugging his free arm while he cooks, the gentle kisses you leave on his temples when he says he needs space, just the way you look at him, like he’s the most important person in the world. He has trouble sleeping so after you arrived in his life, he focuses on your breath. The steady in and out calms him, reminds him that you’re still here, that you still love him (which he thinks is insane and will remind you that he thinks it’s absolutely fuckin’ bonkers that you love him), that you find him attractive (handsome even!), that you’ll be here in the morning, that you’ll be there to tug on the back of his shirt in vain attempts to get him to stay in bed just a little while longer because Richie won’t miss him too much right? He knows he’ll always do five more minutes. Ten more minutes. 15 more minutes.

You are one of the best things in Carmy’s life. Slowly but surely, he is fixing parts of himself just so that he can be better for you, and not just you, for his family, his staff, his friends, his customers, for himself. You just existing in his sphere brings him calm, a calm that no one else can give him.

Besides calling you his savior, he also calls you sunshine. The sun is always there. It’s always right where he needs it to be. It doesn’t need to be all bright and perfect all the time, sometimes clouds cover it but everyone knows it's there and just its presence can lift a person’s mood (something he learned from Sydney awhile back and he still sarcastically/honestly tells Richie when he is being an ass). Being around you has the same effect. It’s like the world stops being crazy. Like you told whoever is in charge up there in the sky to let Carmy have a good day.

He cherishes that more than anything. He cherishes you more than anything.

The best moment for a chef is when they try to make something new and it comes out just the way they wanted it, or even better than they expected. For once, he tried letting someone into his life and letting them deal with all of his fuck-up-y-ness. It was, and always will be, the best decision he had ever made.

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snipersfucker · 1 year

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request from @infintyfandoms: Thought! Mirage is always so reckless, well what if one time he went too far and hurt his friend or s/o (either)?? I feel like he’d blame himself so bad - even if he was blind sighted by a distracted driver. Never drive crazy again or not drive around again or what??

angsty mirage x fem!reader times. thought of making it a headcanon thingy but nah. this one might need a warning that there are descriptions of serious injuries. and im also writing this on 0 hours of sleep thank you very much

A silver Porsche parked in front of the vinyl store you just walked out of was catching the attention of every passerby. Both men and women's eyes were stopping on the vehicle for a bit longer than they would on any regular car, their heads turning slightly to allow them to do that.

Mirage loved that. He loved transforming in different models everyday, the next one even more prestigious than the one before. Just to get that attention every single time.

You noticed a couple of teenage girls staring at your boyfriend, and even though you were fully aware they were doing so only because he was a good-looking car, you still rolled your eyes at it.

Your feet led you to the Porsche and you hopped in. Before getting the chance to point out the shameless staring of the group of teens, Mirage spoke up, "Whatcha got there?"

Your gaze had shifted to the vinyl case before you placed it down on the passenger's seat without much thought.

"Music," you responded casually in a light tone, putting your hands on the steering wheel, even though you knew Mirage would be doing the driving. "You got fans," you murmured under your breath but Mirage could obviously hear it. Your eyes landed on the girls again, and although you weren't particularly jealous, you still didn't appreciate it too much.

"Hell yeah, I do, baby," he said proudly, the grin in his voice palpable, even though you couldn't see it at the moment. And then, he added, a little bit more quietly as if he was saying this to the man who literally stopped in front of the car to admire him, "You wish you looked like that, huh?"

You let out an amused snort, and patted the gear stick with your palm to give him a sign to drive out of the parking lot. "C'mon."

"Let me honk at him," he'd asked for your permission seconds before doing it anyway without you allowing him to, causing the man to jump in his spot and then walk away. You just smacked the passenger's seat in disapproval, not even going on a rant about his behaviour because it was a daily occurrence for Mirage to do whatever he wanted.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, offended by your sudden reaction, as if he wasn't used to it, "I'm all for violence unless it's directed towards me," he muttered, sounding like an annoyed child. Then, without any warning, he revved the engine and drove out of the parking lot onto the main road. You only rolled your eyes without a word but then, you noticed how fast he was passing all the other cars in his lane, which he would usually cuss out for being slow, as if their owners weren't driving under the speed limit for safety reasons.

"Mirage…" you warned him, using his full name instead of a nickname, which he did not appreciate but decided not to speak on it and just change the topic.

"Jus' tell me it's not George Michael," he said with a short sigh, as if it was very important to him that it, in fact, was not George Michael.

"Mirage..." you warned him once again, ignoring his words, gripping the steering wheel with much more force now to hopefully get him to slow down.

"Nope," he said simply, understanding what you meant without you even having to say it. If he was in his humanoid form, he'd probably cross his arms on his chest and shake his head with that signature smirk indicating that he knew he was in control of the situation. "That's what you get for hitting your poor boy," he added, sounding very content with himself, revving the engine once more just to show you that he, in fact, was not planning on slowing down.

You scoffed. "You deserved it."

"For what?" he began talking in that specific, overly innocent tone, and you just knew he was going to say something sarcastic that would only annoy you even more, "For being so cute and funny?" He asked rhetorically, as if he wasn't aware that he really needn't have honked at that man, and then drive as recklessly as he normally would when you weren't inside him.

But he was very much aware. It was just that his pride didn't allow him to apologise.

"For being a little shit." You decided not to banter with him as per usual, but just to get straight to the point. Even though you were possibly risking starting an argument between you two, you just needed to reprimend him at the moment, especially now that you noticed how nonchalant he was about it.

"Ouch," he pretended to be hurt by what you just said. And although he wasn't actually offended, he still wasn't really in the mood to let you win.

So he sped up even more.

Noticing the opportunity presented right in front of him, the almost empty road ahead of you two, he floored the gas pedal, making you let out a short, quiet noise at the impact in which you got pushed back into the seat.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you asked him with anger in your voice, not raising it just yet, and not actually expecting a response. But you got one anyway:

"Takin' you on a ride date, baby," he answered sarcastically, his overly sweet tone making him sound even more annoying than before.

"Mirage, I—"

If he wasn't as sure in his abilities as he was, he'd never drive over three times faster than the speed limit allowed, never wanting to actually risk you getting hurt in any way.

And it wasn't even his fault, when a sport's car drove right into his left side, before you could even finish your sentence.

It wasn't his fault that the car ran a red light, that it was supposed to stop and wait for him to just drive away without getting thrown to the right by the impact.

It wasn't his fault that he was now rolling over for the fifth time, his roof and sides hitting the hard asphalt every single time.

You weren't even making any noises anymore so that he would know that you were with him, conscious, alive. He ignored the sound of his glass shattering, his metal body getting scratched, bent and painfully ruined, just to be able to hear your breath.

The other car was in a much worse condition, but he didn't care. The only thing occupying his mind was you, your heartbeat he would do anything to hear again. He needed to make sure you were still there.

He felt it all. He felt the pain that came with getting drove into by another car, with flipping over with unimaginable speed and force. But he needed to make sure you were alright.

And he couldn't even do anything to stop his worst nightmare from beginning to play right in front of his very optics.

Then, after a few moments that felt like hours to him, everything finally came to an end. The hiss coming out of him was still hearable, the hot steam, the liquid pouring out of his fual lines threatened to mix with the flames growing with every passing second. But it was finally quiet; no noise of metal hitting the asphalt distracted him from listening to your body.

His spark nearly exploded with relief when he heard the faint sound of your heartbeat. He wanted to transform, to be able to hold you, to get you out of him so that his bent roof wouldn't be pressing against your wounded head.

When people began to gather up around him, he realised he had a decision to make: to transform and risk getting hunted down just like it happened to Bumblebee, or to stay there and pray to Primus, pray to the people now surrounding him that they'd help you and make sure you were okay.

He wanted to scream at them to hurry up, to get you out, to make that heartbeat of yours sound more promising. To let him know that you weren't going to—

The idea of losing you forever crossed his mind for a split second before he could even stop it.

And it was his fault that he was going a lot over the speed limit, too distracted by the need to tease you, to win the argument, and show you that you had nothing to say in the way he was behaving.

It was his fault that there was crimson running down your forehead, the drops rolling past the hairs of your eyebrows, all the way down to your jaw, then staining your shirt with your own blood.

It was his fault that your body felt lifeless against his ruined upholstery, the only motion it was making was an almost undetectable rise of your chest every couple of seconds.

His train of thoughts got interrupted by the distant sound of sirens getting closer and closer to him. The people were talking, someone was yelling, it all making an irritating mixture of human noises he didn't need to hear at the moment.

Mirage felt his left door being opened or rather being torn out of him in a couple painful motions. He didn't care.

He just wanted them to take you away from him.

When he no longer felt your weight on his driver's seat, he almost let a sound of relief through his radio, but just now noticed that it's been ruined, making it impossible for him to do so. He hadn't paid attention to it earlier, too stunned to be able to say anything to you, even though your name and endless questions if you were okay wanted to escape him.

Cold liquid hit his hot metal body, the lower temperature of it somewhat helping him get in a clearer state of mind. Even though he felt deserving of being on fire, he appreciated the slight relief it gave him.

Somebody placed you on a stretcher, put you carefully in another vehicle, and then closed the door. He couldn't see you anymore but was sure the humans would take good care of you. Better care than he was able to offer.

The loud sirens hit his audio receptors before he registered the ambulance leaving the crash site.

And the sound was still bouncing against the interior walls of his helm every single day since the accident. The imagine of your limp body, his steering wheel covered in your blood, your head pressed uncomfortably against the remains of his left window...

Two whole weeks passed and he couldn't think of anything else but you. You in that horrible state he put you in himself.

The guilt was eating him alive, and even though he'd make Noah visit you everyday in the hospital to make sure your condiction was stable, he still couldn't help but beat himself up and be worried sick.

"Concussion, five broken ribs, broken arm and nose, and she was fucking bleeding from her liver, man," your mutual friend told him after leaving the hospital for the first time, after the doctors allowed anybody to visit you, even though you weren't conscious yet.

It affected Noah nearly as much as it did the robot. The only difference was that the human had no reason to blame himself for it, because it wasn't his recklessness that nearly killed you.

Mirage fell silent.

He got quiet, very quiet, unusually for him. Every Autobot he used to hang out with knew what happened, how much you meant to him, and how affected he was by the accident. They noticed the sudden shift in his behaviour, the once bubbly personality disappearing just so he could dwell in guilt in peace.

The thing that bothered him a lot among others was that he couldn't see you. He couldn't walk into the hospital you were being taken care of in. He couldn't sit next to you and tell you how painfully sorry he was for doing it to you, for putting you in danger, for hurting you so much your pain radiated off you body and made him feel it, too.

Noah insisted on repairing him, and he agreed purely because then he'd be able to park in front of the hospital to be as near you as possible.

But he was a wreck, both physically and emotionally.

And it still didn't change when you finally got discharged. He was not the one to pick you up from the hospital, it was Noah and Bee. He couldn't face you.

You asked about him when you woke up from the coma, your friend sitting next to you on the uncomfortable hospital chair only shrugging in response, telling you he didn't know anything about Mirage, where he was or how he was.

It was a lie. The robot was spending his time either in the garage, getting fixed by his only human friend, or out on the road, hoping that maybe, just maybe someone would crash into him again, making him feel that pain again. That pain he thought he deserved for harming you.

And when you insisted on Noah taking you to the garage to see him, after getting the information about his location out of the poor human, Mirage couldn't help but feel even worse than before.

You were alive, of course you were alive, but he also did notice the way you winced with every step, how dull the colour of your skin was compared to the times before the accident, how fragile you looked, standing there in front of him with Noah not leaving your side in case you'd collapse onto the floor.

You were alive, but also in so much pain he couldn't even look at you without feeling a strong sting in his spark.

His optics shifted to Noah in an instant, as if he was trying to bash him for taking you here, which he responded to out loud with his hands raised in a defensive gesture, "She threatened me."

You didn't even know what you were feeling at that moment. A mixture of sadness, annoyance, impatience, and hurt made you unable to say anything, forcing you to just stand there in silence. Suddenly, a short wave of pain washed over your right side, making you grimace and put your only free palm on the area surrounding your liver.

As soon as Mirage noticed your movement, he made an involuntary step towards you, his servos extended in your direction, as if he was trying to both comfort you and catch you if you were to fall.

Noah immediately asked, "You okay?" His eyes shifting between your hand on your side and your pained face. You just nodded.

Uncomfortable silence fell between the three of you, and the other human was close to replacing it with whistling just so that he wouldn't have to stand there awkwardly without a word.

"Imma just leave you two, yeah?" He scratched the back of his neck, his feet already leading him in the direction of the exit. "Jus'... scream if you die or somethin'..." he added, the awkwardness making him joke about things he normally wouldn't joke about.

And then, he left. He left poor Mirage with even poorer you. Alone.

You let out a grunt, making your way to the nearest chair to sit down. He was ready to help you with everything, but he didn't know if you even wanted him to, so he just stayed in his spot.

"You look bad," you commented, lazily motioning to his beaten-up body with your hand. The raspiness, the weakness in your voice almost made him drop to his knees.

He responded unsurely after a pause, a forced, unamused smirk on his face plate, "...You should see the other guy."

It was awkward. Awkward as never before, you two having always found it pretty easy to communicate with each other. But now... Now he couldn't help but feel that unpleasant feeling in his tank when you spoke up and made him say something back to you.

And it was his fault.

Your reaction to his little joke wasn't something you could control. A short, quiet chuckle left your mouth, causing you to grab your right side even more tightly and a wince of pain on your face to deepen.

She can't even laugh.

He felt so excruciatingly bad he had to fight himself not to transform into a car and just drive away.

You wanted to tell him that you've been told the other driver didn't make it. But you knew the war it would start in his mind if you shared that information with him, so you stayed silent.

"You look terrible," he muttered after a few moments of observing your body, as if to himself to comment on the damage he'd done.

You snorted, shaking your head in amusement. "That's exactly what every woman likes to hear," you responded, deciding that a little banter would be better than sitting without any words being exchanged.

Mirage's eyes widened slightly as he took a step towards you, his servos up in the air again in a specific gesture that indicated that he didn't actually mean it like that.

He had this tendency to make things worse with his words, and normally it wouldn't bother him at all, but this time it was you. He didn't want to make thing worse with you.

"No, no, you're pretty. Gorgeous, in my humble opinion. Walking perfection even," he wanted to correct himself, spurting word after word just to show you that he didn't want you to be mad at him. "Geez, I'm sorry," he added, bringing his servos to his face plate to cover it in... embarrassment.

Something new for him.

You shook your head, looking up at him with a small smile. "I do look kinda ter—"

Before you could finish your sentence, he said with much more confidence now, "...For everything."

He rarely apologised.

But you deserved to hear it. Even if you weren't ready to forgive him just yet, even if you were to never forgive him, he just needed you to know that he regretted it.

You frowned, opening your mouth to say something, but he interrupted you again, "Maybe I shouldn't have be the fastest car in Brooklyn that day. Maybe I should've listened to you and not be a little shit," he recalled the way you called him these few weeks ago, just minutes before the accident. With determination in his tone, he continued, "You can hate me, I can take it." But then, he changed his mind as soon as he realised he would prefer if you didn't hate him, "Actually. Hate me for the next three days at max. Please. If you don't want me to rip my vents out."

You snorted weakly once more, the movement of your body making you wince in pain again.

He finally found enough courage within himself to get closer to you. With a couple of steps, he kneeled down in front of you and extended one of his servos in your direction, as if non-verbally telling you to stop laughing and not cause yourself even more pain.

"'m sorry," he whispered his apology again, the sincere look in his optics showing you just how much he cared for you.

"It wasn't y—"

"It was," he interrupted you in a much more serious tone, but it was still filled with softness, "I was stupid..."

"Nothing new," you managed to blurt out before closing your eyes shut and grunting, a grimace on your face as you felt another sting of pain, which you were kind of used to now.

You opened your eyes and looked up at his worried optics observing your every move, his servos desperately wanting to touch and help you but he knew it'd only make things worse due to his size.

You let out a short chuckle at your own joke as soon as your body allowed you to.

"Not funny," he reprimanded you with a serious face, not finding your apparent discomfort amusing at all, even though he agreed with your words.

"You were just making jokes ab—"

"So?"

You rolled your eyes at him. "Child," you insulted him, fully aware how much he hated being called out on his childishness.

"I'm older than your cute little Earth, please," he scoffed.

"No, you're not," you deadpanned.

"...So?"

"I hate you," you said, although a small smile on your lips betrayed you.

"That's the spirit," he sighed but the corners of his lips curled up as well. A beat of silence passed and his gaze went back to your face, "I meant that."

You frowned slightly.

"I am sorry. For being the..." he was about to say something that would hurt his pride and ego, but decided it was worth it, "...the dumbest machine there is. Even a hairdryer is smarter than me," he insulted himself, hoping the sacrifice would make you like him again.

"You're right." You nodded, fighting back a chuckle.

He raised his arms in a playfully offended, confused gesture. "You could at least disagree, damn."

You shook your head in amusement.

After another beat of silence, he said seriously, "You're never coming inside me again."

"Wow."

"Should've worded it better, yeah..." he trailed off, "Primus, woman, give me a break." He let out a small laugh when he noticed your amused reaction to his sentence. "No, seriously... I... You're my girl, yeah? Don't want you to... You know, be in pain."

Why did he have to be so awkward about his feelings? Now that he finally had the chance to show you how much he loved you and never wanted to see you hurt again.

"I still have your..." he wanted to say that he still had your blood on some of his parts that didn't want to come off, but then decided it wasn't the best time to tell you that, "I almost lost my mind when I couldn't hear you," he confessed, his tone regaining its sincerity, the look in his optics describing his guilt to you without words.

He was referring to the moment he was so desperately trying to silence everything around him just to be able to find your heartbeat.

"I'm okay..." Your tone was soft, quiet, as if you were trying not to scare a lost, disoriented puppy.

"You're not okay," he disagreed with a slightly clenched jaw, angry at himself, not even for a second at you, "You..." He lowered himself so that he'd be able to whisper to you, as if saying these words more loudly would make them come true someday, "You almost died... I almost killed you..."

His face panel was close enough to your body for you to put your hand against his warm, metal cheek. Mirage immediately melted at the touch, his optics closing slowly just to allow him to savour the softness of your palm as much as he could.

"It wasn't your fault..." you started your monologue, this time the robot allowing you to continue, "I didn't die. I might have a broken bone or two..." He opened his eyes at this sentence, giving you a sad look. "...But I'll be alright. I didn't die," you repeated, which gained you an unsure nod from your boyfriend, who was now avoiding making eye contact with you.

You didn't force him to look up at you.

"I promise..." he trailed off, not wanting to show you how weak he felt, "I promise I'll never do that again..." His gaze went back to meet yours as you smiled softly, your eyes filled with love you had for him. "I'll never be dumber than a hairdryer, you have my unreliable word. And I'll never argue with you. I'll just say that I'm sorry, and that my woman is always right, and I'll shut up for as long as you want me to. And I... I'll never drive over twenty-five. Yeah, it hurts. But guess what hurts more. Seeing you with a broken bone or two."

Joking might've been the only way he would be able to overcome the sorrow he felt within himself. But it worked both for you and him. You really wouldn't have it any other way.

"Tell me," you whispered with a slight head tilt, slowly closing the gap between your faces.

He frowned, not understanding what you meant by that, but then the small smirk on your lips explained it to him.

He rolled his optics, the remains of guilt still evident in them, although with every passing second and every joke, they seemed to disappear bit by bit.

"'m sorry. My woman is always right," he repeated himself, pretending to find it very boring, as if he didn't really want to admit that. But he did. He did want you to know that he meant every single thing that rolled off his glossa.

Your smile widened immediately, your eyes closing as you minimized the gap between your and Mirage's lips completely.

And then, after long weeks of not being able to forgive himself for hurting the only woman he loved, he was finally able to feel relief.

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queenslimeball · 4 months

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I'm home

Sounds like a dream part 2

Gator Tillman x fem!reader

Contents; angst, fluff, mother!reader, dad!gator

Summary; After finding out about his son, Gator can't deal with prison life. So he takes matters into his own hands.

Even with good behaviour, Gator isn't getting out of prison any time soon. He'd very much like to. Not for selfish reasons like they were for the first two years of his sentence. Now, he just wants to be there to support his family. His son.

Not a day goes by where he doesn't think of both Y/n and Alex. The only two people that really give his life meaning. Every day is filled with regret and remorse for what he's done. For what he thought he should've done. Now, it all seems insane to him. No matter how much he rants to the guards, who surprisingly haven't quit their jobs, he's just stuck. Nothing he can do.

Y/n's words still ring in his ears. "He reminds me of you in a way because he–"

Gator still wonders what she was about to say. Even three years later, it's still on his mind.

Three years, that's right, since he last got visited by Y/n and Alex. Another three years of crippling loneliness. Another three years with the added pain that he'll never know truly what his son looks like. That's the reason why he cries himself to sleep most nights.

He doesn't want to seem weak, so he keeps noise to a minimum, facing the wall. He can't control when the tears fall each time he thinks about it. He'll never see his son, and he'll never see Y/n again.

That's when, one night, Gator has a terrible thought. One that never even crossed his mind before, shockingly. It's a horrible idea, of course. An idea that most likely cannot be executed in his state. But he thinks it. And he likes the thought of it. I'm gonna break out.

The thought resonates with him for a long while. But each day that goes by, it seems more and more impossible for him. His dream life is just out of reach.

Y/n, with her five year old at her hip, enters the prison. It's been long enough since she's visited the father of her child, so it's only right that she sees him. Plus, Alex is old enough now to talk to his daddy properly. She wants Gator to have that experience of having a conversation with him. She knows it will make him feel better.

She approaches the front desk and smiles at the woman there, who doesn't seem as friendly. She looks up to Y/n, shooting her a glare as if to ask what she wants.

"Uh, hi! I'm here to visit Gator Tillman. Is he available?" Y/n says nervously under the receptionist's judging stare.

"No." She bluntly replies.

"Why not?"

"Haven't you heard?" The woman questions, as if obvious.

"Heard what?"

"Gator Tillman escaped."

Y/n leaves the prison in shock. How did he manage that!? Why did he escape!? She carefully puts Alex in his car seat before getting in the front of her car. She drove up here to visit Gator. It's somewhat of a holiday. Where is she gonna find her son's father?

Gator had received a lot of help. Luckily, he surrounded himself with the right kind of guys for him in jail. Ones who had been planning a breakout for years. Gator was allowed to tag along, so he quickly found himself on a bus to Chicago. Or at least he hopes so.

On the bus, he met a sweet woman named Georgia. She was on the way to Chicago and helped him get there. But that's as far as she could do. With the departure of Georgia and the sudden realisation that he's alone, blind, in a city he doesn't know he feels a sense of panic. He doesn't even know where Y/n lives.

Y/n is doing the dishes while Alex sits at the kitchen counter with a few pillows to act as a booster seat. He's drawing with the pack of pencils his mother recently bought for him, humming along to whatever song is playing on the radio that he doesn't recognise.

"Mommy, what should I draw next to the tiger eating an apple?" Alex asks. He looks over to Y/n, a bright smile on his face like usual as he kicks his legs happily.

"How about the tree where the apple came from?" Y/n suggests. "That way, you can draw an animal in the tree."

"That's a good idea. Thank you, Mommy."

When the doorbell rings, Y/n huffs, taking off the washing up gloves.

"Ooh! Who is it?"

"I don't know, sweetie. Wait here." She assures, kissing Alex's forehead as she walks by. The doorbell rings again and she shouts out to whoever is at the door that she's coming. Damn, this person is impatient.

Looking through the peephole, her eyes widen. She debates whether she wants to open the door or not, ultimately deciding to just do it...

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I thought I'd drop by. Does a lovely lady like you need any help?" It's Devon, a guy she knows from work but often has to avoid.

"I never gave you my address." Y/n narrows her eyes at him, feeling slightly creeped out.

"Oh, I know." He chuckles. "I asked around."

"Who told you?"

"Charlotte. Nice girl. Didn't question it."

Goddammit, Charlie... She's Y/n's closest friend at work and the best friend she has as of moving to Chicago. She's a little bit ditzy but insanely friendly and sweet. It's no wonder she gave Y/n's address to Devon, no questions asked.

"Why did you ask people for where I live?" She says, hand on the door and having to physically restrain herself from slamming the door in his face.

"Well, I understand being a single mom wouldn't be easy. So... I wondered if you need any help with anything at all." He flashes a grin, as if that would charm her. Rather the opposite.

"I think I've got it under control. You can go." Y/n replies, pulling a face. Devon starts to speak again, but she quickly shuts the door and locks it. She heads back to the kitchen to continue washing up.

"Mommy, do you like my tree? I added a bird in it with a nest." Alex says, pushing the piece of paper in her direction.

"Aw, it's beautiful, baby." She replies, petting his hair gently. "Are you done, or are you gonna add more?"

"More! Can you help?"

"Something climbing the tree, maybe? Like a cat?"

"Ooh! Thank you, Mommy."

"Of course, sweetheart, of course." She replies gently, giving him a forehead kiss and walking over to the sink.

Devon, to say the least, is disappointed. Although, it's not a big deal. There's several other women he could and would go for. He shoves his hands in his pockets as he makes his way down the street.

The winter air is chilly and bitter, nipping at the skin of his face and making his eyes water. He doesn't want to be outside for that much longer, so he pulls out his phone to text someone, anyone, to see if they're free.

Turning a corner close to the building beside him, Devon bumps into someone. He staggers and looks up from his phone. "Hey! Watch where you're goin'!" Devon shouts, sending his text and putting it back in his pocket.

"I can't." Gator replies, trying to steady himself from the ground. That's when Devon realises he's knocked over a blind person.

"Shit– sorry, man. Didn't notice." Devon says, grabbing Gator's wrist to help him stand up.

"S'all good." Gator murmurs, palm flat against the wall to familiarise himself. "D'you mind helping me get somewhere?"

"Yeah, go on."

"An apartment complex should be nearby if I'm in the right place. One apparently with loads of flowers outside." Gator recalls.

"Oh, I just been there." Devon says, helping Gator around the corner. "Go straight down that sidewalk, and it's on your right."

Devon may be nice enough to give the directions, but he's not nice enough to help Gator get there. He's not that kind of guy. He wouldn't take that much time out of his day to help some random guy. So with that, he walks off.

"Oh, thank you! Do you, uh–" Gator trails off, hearing him walk away. "Hey–"

Gator huffs, left alone. He begins to make his way forward again. He's been on the run for months now, trying to find his way to his family. For the most part, he's failed this goal. But after getting a lead of her address, he hasn't stopped hoping to find them both. Now, he's so close he can just feel it. He feels that familiar tingling in his stomach.

The only things he hears are the wind rushing by his ears and the rolling sound of his mobility cane on the jagged sidewalk. Mutters of people walking by remind him to tug his hood further over his head. He doesn't want any chance of being caught. Not now.

He finally feels glass instead of brick. Windows... to the apartment complex? He finds the handle of a door and hopes that he's there.

Once inside, he confronts the dilemma that is finding the right apartment number. He knows it's number 34. He's definitely sure. He needs help...

Gator knocks at the first door he can find, hoping to encounter a nice person. He waits for a moment and hears the door unlock and swing open.

"Can I help you?" A woman's voice says.

"Yeah!" Gator replies. "Please. Couldja help me find apartment 34?"

"Oh, yeah, of course. Let's go to the elevator." She replies. Gator is relieved. He's finally made it, right?

After being guided into the elevator and shown down a hallway, the woman taps him to stop him. She guides his hand to the right door and bids her farewell.

Y/n is getting Alex ready for school when she hears an unrhythmic knock at the door. She sits Alex down on the sofa and allows him to watch the TV for a little bit longer while she goes to see who it is.

She's a lot more shocked to look through the peephole this time. But she rushes to open the door quickly, swinging it open with a little too much force.

"Gator!? What are you– I went to visit you a few months ago and you wasn't there! Alex was so disappointed."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. I'm here now." He reaches out, hand brushing against Y/n's ear, despite him aiming to find her cheek. "I'm home."

"You can't be here.." She replies reluctantly. "You broke out of jail! I mean– what if I get in trouble just for knowing you? For harbouring you from the cops?"

"I broke out to be with you." Gator's voice cracks. "To be here for Alex. Please."

Y/n knows what's safe for Alex. She does. But the desperation in Gator's voice really gets to her. She can imagine he's been through a lot. And he's had to find her blindly. She was confused with how Devon found her address, but Gator? That's a whole other level. She reaches out for him, arms sliding around him and gently pulling him close.

"You're home." She murmurs.

"Really?"

"Really." She adds. She pressed a gentle kiss to Gator's jaw. "The fact you broke out of jail to be here for me and Alex means alot."

"So you'll be with me again? I've made it up to you?" He asks pleasingly. He needs this to be true.

"I'm prepared to be with you." She replies, cupping his cheek in her hand softly. "If you're here for me, I'm here for you."

#joe keery #gator tillman #gator tillman x reader #gator tillman x fem!reader #gator tillman x you

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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Can I request a wandanatxreader or one of them with us.

Okay so I had a rough day, I’m one to suffer with body image and how I apply makeup and stuff. And I felt confident today until my family said something. We were going out for dinner and then my whole mood got changed and I was down the rest of the night that I couldn’t even enjoy the dinner.

Can you do something like this? I know it’s more of me ranting rn, but I just need some comfort.

Our Girl

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Summary: Wanda and Nat comfort you after a work dinner goes to shit.

Translations: moya lyubov' (my love), dorogoy (sweetheart), lyubov' (love),

AC: I wasn’t comfortable writing this as if family were being little pricks so I changed it to a work party setting, I hope that’s okay! Also, try not to think too much about what others say, I know it’s hard but I’m putting all my bets on the fact you looked amazing that night and your family were jealous xx I hope you’re doing okay & thank you for sending my first ever WandaNat request!

*Please do not take credit for this photo I made*

"Are you sure I look okay, I don't know if this outfit looks good on me" you asked your girlfriends as your eyes fell to the floor. "Baby, you look amazing!" Natasha smiled softly as she walked over to you, lifting your head up with her thumb under your chin. "You're worrying too much pumpkin, you're breath-taking!" Wanda added as she walked up, stopping to give you a kiss on the cheek.

"You guys are jus-"

"Don't even finish that sentence" Nat raised a brow at you, "You look beyond beautiful, anybody who doesn't see that can answer to myself or Wanda" she added before pulling you in for a hug, "stop stressing moya lyubov'" Natasha whispered. "We don't want to be late, let's go" Wanda opened the front door. If it wasn't for her, you and Natasha would be late for a lot of things.

Natasha drove while Wanda sat in the back with you, she could see your anxiety was starting to take its toll, the worry and fear on your face crushed her as she placed a hand over yours, "Look at me honey" she spoke softly. You looked over to her and smiled softly, she always had this aura about her that made you forget the world around you. "It's just a silly work party, we'll go, have a couple of drinks, pick at the finger food and mingle with a few people. If at any point it's too much, we'll go" Wanda assures you as her thumb rubs over your knuckles.

You'll never understand how Wanda was always able to clear your worries and fears but you were always so thankful for that power of hers. You took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly, a wave of confidence came over you as you smiled back at your girlfriend, "thank you Wands" you said as you lent over and kissed her softly.

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For most of the afternoon, your work party went well. You, Natasha and Wanda stuck close to each other as you introduced them to your co-workers and of course, Natasha couldn't help herself and kept one hand draped around your waist. Your boss and Wanda seemed to have kicked things off well or maybe it was because they both loved to garden in their free time. It wasn't until the two women that for some reason disliked you came up to you and your girlfriends that things went downhill after that.

"Nat, Wanda, this is Sadie and Sarah" you smiled kindly as you introduced your partners. Of course they already knew who they were the moment you said their names and almost instantly Natasha's cold glare was glued to them until you gave her a begging "please be nice" look.

"It's lovely to meet you both" Wanda reached her hand out with a smile. "You too" Sadie mumbled as she took Wanda's hand as though it was almost too much for her to do. "I see you went with an interesting outfit for this evening, Y/n" Sarah spoke as she looked you up and down causing Natasha to frown slightly.

"Oh this? it was just something I had lying around" you replied quickly before Natasha could say a word. "Yeah, we can see that" Sadie turned her nose up which didn't help the burning anger building within Natasha. "Best you leave the sales talking to us, wouldn't want any buyers to get the wrong idea now, would we?" Sadie added. It didn't take much but the way both girls looked you up and down with disgust made your mood drop, you sighed and nodded at Sadie's words in defeat and not wanting to cause a scene.

"Excuse me? Wrong idea? What is that supposed to mean?" Natasha asked, slightly pulling you closer to her.

"Nat, please, it's fine" you turned to her and whispered.

"No dorogoy, it's not fine" Wanda stepped in, "if you have something to say, say it or don't bother" She tilted her head slightly at the two women who worked with you.

"I just meant that we don't need whatever this is to make the company look bad, I mean, no disrespect but I don't think our boss would appreciate a sloppy look and hack job attempt to apply some make up to try and sell our product" Sadie explained before sipping her drink.

"Hack job and sloppy? I'll tell you what's sloppy and hack job attempt!" Natasha took a step forward, "Nat, please!" you begged when her voice began to rise.

"Let's start with how that dress you're wearing is extremely too small I'm surprised you can even breathe let along have a drink while wearing that. I don't think almost whoring yourself out is something your boss would want to gain some sales, would they? Oh and let's not forget how much of a hack job you've done with those hair extensions and that necklace you're wearing, we can all tell they are cubic zirconia diamonds!" Natasha's strong eye contact made Sadie look small and you swore you could see a few tears building in her eyes.

"Honey, that's enough" Wanda gently placed a hand over Natasha's lower back, "Basically what Natasha is saying is that if either of you ever, and I mean ever, speak to our girl like that again it won't just be a few things Natasha mentions. A little tip of advice, take it as you will but that foundation isn't your tone and next time you want to try blending it in with your neck" Wanda smiled softly at the two women, "now, if you don't mind I believe Y/n has some sales to make seeing as she's already made 7 tonight" she added.

Both Sadie and Sarah looked over at you and smiled softly as if to excuse themselves before they walked away. Nat and Wanda turned to you and saw the hurt written all over your face. "lyubov', don't listen to them. They clearly just wanted to try and make themselves feel better" Wanda pulled you close, "you're so beautiful and you look so, so in creditably beautiful tonight. I'm so proud of you for coming tonight, I know it wasn't something you wanted to do but look at you" she smiled softly once more.

"Wands is right baby, you're so strong. If we had of known just how badly those little shits were, we would've said something a lot sooner. You don't need to let them walk all over you, honestly baby" Natasha's hand found its way to your lower back, "you're our beautiful and strong girl! Fuck everybody else in this room, you're the real diamond here" she added with a wink as you smiled at her words.

"I don't think I will ever be able to understand how I have the world's best women, I love you both so much, thank you" you replied as you looked between them both.

"You don't have to thank us darling; we weren't going to just let them do that and walk away" Wanda brushed a lock of your hair out of your face, "We love you more than words could ever explain" she added. "And much more than actions could show" Natasha said, "let's go get that last sale and get out of here. I think our girl deserves a much-needed vacation after tonight" Nat suggested as she kissed you softly.

"I couldn't agree more!" Wanda said before kissing you as well.

#wandanat #wandanat x reader #fanfiction #black widow #marvel

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all4yoi · 1 year

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Dear Jongseong,

pairing › jay x fem!reader

sypnosis › [name] has only ever known pain ever since her mother's passing.. but whenever she's about to lose herself, jay has always been there to her aid and remind her that life isn't simply about pain.

cw › 2.23k words - lowercase intended, fluff, angst, friends to ??, usage of substances, reader vomits, mentions of death, reader suffers from depression, su!cide attempt (overd0sing)

notes › it's okay not to feel okay, if you're going through something and you feel like ranting, my inbox is always open for you. i've just finished five survive by holly jackson recently so if you see any quotes of her here ikyk 🤞

"i don't want to, pa! just leave me alone!" you exclaimed as you threw the pill bottle infront of your father, messing up your hair as you breathed heavily.

the older man sighed, rubbing his tears away behind his eyeglasses before stepping forward. "you have to take your antidepressants [name]. it'll make you feel better." he calmly said, picking up the pill bottle you dropped infront of him.

"i promise."

"no, no, no." came your slurred response.

the elderly man let his tears escape silently as he saw his only daughter break apart in front of him, making no move to chase after you when you ran up to your room. he wondered what had gone wrong. instantly came to mind: indeed, his wife had passed away. three years have passed, and even though he was beginning to accept that his family would forever be incomplete, as he saw his daughter suffering from severe depression, he wished misun would enter through the front door, embrace him and [name], and reassure them that everything was just a nightmare and she's alive.

but a bad dream wouldn't last for 3 years would it? as much as he wanted his wife back, he desperately wanted his daughter back more.

So he dialed the only person that he was sure could calm [name] down.

"of course, i'm on my way." jay ended the call and instantly dropped the controller carelessly on his bed before getting his keys from his table and left his room.

"stop right there young man, where are you going?" his mother asked with a raised brow, putting the glass of water down on the counter and waited for her son's reply. his distressed face went unnoticed. "it's 11:30 in the evening." she added.

jay exhaled, opening his mouth but no words came out. he didn't know why he was so nervous.. was it because he got caught leaving the house so late, or was it because his head was full of you, you, you and only you?

"well? if there's no good reason.." the woman trailed off, extending her hand out, her palm facing the ceiling and gestured towards her son's car keys. this somehow made him talk.

"it's [name]! her father called and- ..a-and she's not feeling well.. fuck why am i stuttering?" he whispered a quick apology when he saw his mother furrow her brows with his foul language. "she just- i don't know mom! she just needs me okay? and the more i try to explain the more she's hurting alone!" he blurted out, brushing his hair back frustratedly.

his mother stood there startled, before nodding understandably. "okay, drive safe.. stay the night there if needed."

he nodded, hurriedly left the house and practically ran to his car and drove off.

jay held his tears back, his grip on the steering wheel tightening overtime that his knuckles were turning white. this had been a routine for 3 years straight. he'll either be in his room, out with his friends, stuck in a frat party before receiving a call from your father, and every single time.. he dropped everything and everyone who he was with to run to your aid.

he reminisced the past where everything was still all right. your mother and his sitting on a bench while the two of you pushed each other on the slide, or sneaking out and eating ice cream at a 24/7 convenience store. it hurt him that his best friend's whole word was taken away from her just like that, but he also didn't want to lose his own. he wouldn't forgive himself if something had happened to you. you were his job, his responsibility.

jay slammed the door of his car shut, running towards your house's front door and ringing the doorbell. instantly, your father opened the door, shooting jay a thankful smile. if jay had noticed the tear stains on the man's slightly wrinkled face, he didn't make it obvious.

"she's at her room, but she's locked it. it's been so quiet, and i'm so worried jongseong." with that, jay ran up the stairs and pressed his ear on your bedroom door once he has reached it.

and just like hajoon said, your father, it was quiet. too quiet for his liking.

"[name]?" knock knock. no answer

"it's seongie, can you let me in?" four knocks, still no answer. he was getting impatient.

jay didn't want to think the worse but he began pounding on your door, literally shouting your name again and again. his voice was cracking and sweat began forming on his forehead.

"call 911, please!" he shouted for your father who was already dialing the hotline. jay rubbed his face before breaking your doorknob.

once your door was open, jay's breath hitched at the sight of your body laying on the floor, unconscious. he had been too late. but he still ran to your side, pulling you up and tried shaking you awake.

it took him a moment to spot the pills on the floor beside where you were previously lying and shoved his index and middle finger in your mouth hastily, realization dawning him.

"i need you to throw up [name], come on, please." and once you've spilled your guts on your bedroom floor the paramedics has already arrived, the blue and red lights filling your room through the opened windows. jay choked back a sob, cradling your body. "you're okay, you will be."

he didn't know if he was reassuring you or himself.

"if i had just, chased after her." hajoon cried, his body shaking. jay's father pulled hajoon up, telling him that they should get some air together. hajoon complied and left the hospital with jay's father.

after the ambulance took you away, jay immediately informed his parents and they insisted they should be there for you and your father too.

"she'll be alright, jongseong." his mother rubbed his back. he didn't know why, but those three words angered him.

"she just overdosed herself with drugs and you're telling me she'll be alright?"

"well, i'm trying to be positive here!"

"well," he mocked, "it's not helping!"

jay has always been a mama's boy, so his sudden outburst shocked the both of them.

his mom exhaled and stood up with her purse, deciding to be the bigger person. "i'm going to get some food, call me if you need anything."

right when his mother left, a nurse approached him. jay instantly stood up, awaiting for the woman infront of him to start speaking.

"good evening, is any of miss [name]'s parents around?"

"nevermind that, is she okay? will she be okay?" the nurse blinked at him before nodding.

"yes, she will be. you were just right on time and it was a very smart move to make her vomit.. though we aren't sure when she'll wake up.. you can visit her right now if you'd like." jay felt like crying in relief, he thanked the nurse before entering the room you were admitted in.

he swallowed the lump in his throat and sat down on the chair beside your bed, the beeping of the machines were the only noise inside the room. jay didn't like seeing you like this, with all the wires hooked to you and your face scarcely displaying any color.. but at least you were at ease, finally, after three years, you were now experiencing tranquility rather than anguish.

"i'll wait for you.. but don't make me wait for too long, okay?"

it has been exactly 2 weeks since that night in the hospital. jay hadn't been himself ever since, he would space out during lectures, staying up all night hoping he'd get a call from the hospital or your dad.

jay was seated in the cafeteria with his friends when he received a call from your dad. he immediately excused himself, answering the phone as soon as he stood up.

"she's awake, jongseong."

that was all he had to hear before he was taking his backpack from the table, ignoring the questions from his friends.

sunghoon: dude if u were skipping u could've taken me w u :<<<

jay: shut up

jay: [name]'s awake

sunghoon: oh shit fr??

sunghoon: k dw we'll cover for ur ass

sunghoon: drive safe and send our regards to your gf ❤️❤️

jay entered the room silently and he had to hold back himself from tackling you in a hug and just cry on your shoulder, but he remembered this wasn't about him.

"hi." he whispered, sitting down on the same chair he last sat on and placed the food he ordered on the way on the table beside your bed.

your lack of response made him gulp. slowly, you looked at him, unshed tears resting on your tear ducts.

jay cooed, "oh, [name]," and got to his feet, embracing you. he stroked your hair while he resisted crying himself, and let you cry on his favorite shirt.

"please don't cry." he said in a whisper and pulled your head away gently, wiping your flowing tears with his thumbs.

"i-.. i'm sorry, jongseong." another sob from your throat escaped.

"you have nothing to apologize for."

"i almost left everyone.. left you."

he shook his head and gave you another hug, putting his lips on top of your hair as you whimpered inwardly, "but you didn't, and that's all what matters now."

"[name]?" you hummed in response, your breathing finally going back to normal. you did no movement to pull away from the embrace.

he pulled away, caressing your cheek, asking, "promise me you wouldn't do that again?" you simply nodded, and he smiled sweetly in your direction. he placed a chaste kiss on your forehead, "good."

jay stayed by your side the whole day, feeding you, entertaining you, showing you jungwon's his notes, and filling you in with everything you've missed for the past 2 weeks.

it was the first time jay had seen you smile so much after 3 years, and he felt content, knowing he was the one who was able to make you happy like this.

the both of you were happy, until it was time for him to go home.

with his hand playing with your fingers, he murmured in a lovely voice, "i'll come back tomorrow with the boys after school, i promise." once more, he gave you a tender kiss on the forehead before releasing you.

he was about to leave the room, but your voice stopped him.

"hey, jay?" he turned towards you with a questioning gaze. "the night that i.. i- uh, wrote something for you." you played with the folded paper, avoiding his gaze.

"i don't think i want to read that [name]." he said breathlessly, shaking his head.

"please, everything i've wanted to say to you is in here. please read it, if you don't.. well, i won't stop trying." you blinked at him, finally looking up at him. jay gulped, wetting his lips before accepting the paper.

"it's nothing bad, i promise." he nodded, squeezing your cheek before finally leaving the room with a wave.

when his mother asked, "how was she?" once he got home, he simply gave her a peck on the cheek and responded, "she's fine," before heading up to his room.

he practically threw his bag on the floor before sitting down on his bed, opening the folded paper with shaking hands.

dear jongseong,

i'm writing you a letter because i don't think i'll ever be able to tell you everything i want to say to you if i said this in person.. first of all, thank you, for absolutely everything. for being there in the wake and letting me cry on your shoulder, for tolerating me for 3 years.. i know at one point you were probably so tired of seeing me ruin my life. taking substances, skipping school, shutting you and my dad out.. i'm sorry, i was a fool of thinking i'd forget everything if i took those.. i thought i'd be okay on my own. so thank you, for always being there whenever my dad calls, i've heard every single thing you've said to me when you thought i was knocked out, and i love you too, seongie. but it's so scary, i'm so scared of love, i'm so scared of you being taken away from me, just like how mom was taken from me. jongseong, please never leave me, i don't know what i'd do without you, you and dad.. you're all i have left, please help me. please don't ever stop helping me until i get better, i appreciate you so much and i love you so much. i'm so thankful for you and at the same time i'm so fucking sorry. am i selfish for wanting an ending that's just you and me? i promise i'll be better, for you and for dad, and for me too. i don't know if i'm still here once you've read this, but if i am, please run back to me. please come back and never leave my side. i love you, jongseong, forever and always.

yours forever,

[name]

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kakushino · 8 months

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You loved your dear friend, you really do, but you couldn't understand for the life of you what drove Tengen to get sloshed for the forth time the week! You were always dragged along whenever he went too, insisting that you're the best choice because Makio and Suma would freak out. You did point out Hinatsuru as an option, but that always lead him him pressing harder for you to come with him, no one else. You never truly could deny him. Which is why you found yourself being the one to help the drunken Sound Pillar stumble back to your home since his is much farther away. Tengen was laughing as he leaned and staggered forward into your home, his cloudy magenta eyes taking in your humble abode eagerly. He let out hearty laugh. "I would've done this sooner if I knew you'd finally take me home with you." He tittered, his gaze soon turning to you, the hashira simply grinning wider at your annoyed expression. "Lucky me, I get a cutie like you all to myself." "Tengen, stop, you're drunk off your ass." You huffed, Tengen letting out his own huff, frowning briefly before he laughed again, giving you an exaggerated nod, shoulders shaking as he giggled. "Yep, I'm drunk and hopelessly in love." "Yeah, I know, your wives are great." You growled, depositing Tengen in the guest room, running off to get a sleep yukata for him. Tengen let out another drunken cackle as he called after you. "I'm not talking about them." "Oh, so you found another woman to add to your family? How'd the marriage interview go?" You asked sarcastically, throwing the clothing at the tall man, hitting him in the face and making him fall onto the tatami mat you had placed out in case you had guests. Looks like your habits are paying off. Tengen pulled the yukata off his face, his expression serious, or as serious as a drunken man's expression can be. "There was never a marriage interview." "Then what happened, big guy?" You spoke, walking over to a shelf and pulling out a futon. "I met you." "What?" You looked over your shoulder, raising a brow at Tengen, who had his eyes trained solely on your form. "What do you mean by that? Did that sake scramble your brain more than I thought?" "I'm drunk and hopelessly in love." Tengen spoke. "Yes, you said that already." "I'm in love with you, though." He added, words starting to slur as the liquor was starting to crash into him full force. "You drive me crazy with how ya just...run 'round like ya own the place....Dressin' so flashy and flaunting in fron'f'me...You're just....s'pretty...I..."He never finished his rant before he passed out on his side, leaving you wondering if an old saying was true. Were a drunk man's words a sober man's thoughts? When did he even grow this attachment ? Were his wives aware of this? You sighed, simply deciding to pester Tengen in the morning, managing to barely drag him onto another tatami mat you laid out, his large frame engulfing the futon. Part of you hoped he was just spitting out drunken rambles, but another part of you was praying he was telling the truth. You were too tired for this shit and went to sleep, turmoil brewing in your mind.

Drunken confessions? Yes please 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏 you always hit home so well, Glitchie ❤️ Tengen totally would-

He would also talk to his wives beforehand about this and then attempt to woo me with his "impressive" drinking "skills" becausw I'm slavic and I can hold my alcohol very well 🥺❤️ all he does is make himself sloshed though 😔 what a pookie

I need him in my bed guest room

#desi's moots time uwu #desi's ask box #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #tengen x reader #tengen x y/n #tengen x you #uzui tengen #uzui tengen x reader #kakushino

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pinkpastels113 · 3 months

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my opinion on natla (for those of you who care lol)

spoilers ahead.

dislikes:

where is katara's fire??? they took it mostly away except for the (obligated imo) fight with pakku. like i understand that yall changed the story of her losing her mother so that she's more timid and insecure now but that was one of her main core traits. she has a passion and is reckless and sassy, and is a leader who inspires words of motivation to other benders. she is not afraid to sacrifice her life for the care and safety of others. this remake just... does not show that

pakku is no longer katara's grandmother's ex/grandfather, and did not show any plans to go to the southern tribe to help them rebuild, which i genuinely liked from the animation bc it showed that the water tribes are reuniting instead of still being separated btw the north and south (it might come later but there was no indication that it was in the works). he also does not teach katara waterbending. he just validated that she was a good waterbender and sent some kids her way to lead during the fire nation attack

aang does not have a crush on katara. it was one of the main factors that drove his character into a more goofy, relatable, and just overall likeable kid; because he is just that, a 12 year old kid. in the adaptation he is too serious, and the mutual admiration that he and katara were supposed to have of one another is more one-sided. in natla they made it seem as if... aang is a much older person trapped in a 12 year old's body dropping odd wizened quotes from Gyatso left and right about how to be the avatar and to look to the future and stuff like that, but not actually taking them into account and growing?? if that makes sense. like the show kind of took away his gradual acceptance of being the avatar and having the responsibility, through his simple coming of age moments like having a major crush on katara

the first season is completely centered around aang's guilt. he does not learn any waterbending or attempt at firebending (and being scared of it). i assume katara is going to teach him in season 2 but they could have squeezed some kind of training in between the eight episodes?

mai and ty lee are just standing there. like i'm not kidding. they don't do much but give azula an audience in her training sessions and rants about being the rightful heir. i did love ty lee's encouragement though, it was cute

but adding on to that azula does not have that... fear factor. she does not have her friends scared of her, or the fire nation people under her control/influence. at least not yet

sokka and katara enters the spirit world with aang? that was a bit confusing. i understand that the directors/writers need to speed things up a little and need to provide some backstory to sokka and katara, but they are not supposed/be able to go to the spirit world with aang. it threw me off guard

bumi confused the heck out of me. they did not have him reveal his identity at the end so the games and challenge that he had aang do in the animation was given to him in the "catch-up" (basically) of his time in the war with aang. he just seemed kind of (more so than expected) all over the place for me...

roku did not tell aang about the comet. they talked about koh and how to save sokka and katara from being forever taken by koh instead (they were captured when they were in the spirit world). i assume aang will find out about this later? but from what i wonder...

sokka is a bit too serious for me as well... i adored him for coming a long way from the sexist beliefs that he held at the beginning of book 1 in the animation, but that was basically erased in the adaptation, sooo. and i completely understand that what he experienced as a child in this adaptation should've shaped him into a more serious character but dang. it's kinda to the point were his jokes are kinda cringy

his apparent obsession with suki (which was SO cute) but then chasing after other girls immediately afterwards? yes this was portrayed in the animation and i completely expected him to be flirty and whatnot (he's my flirty sarcastic hungry boi), but why have him stare wistfully and longingly at the fan that suki gave him when he is just going to turn around and chase after random fire nation girls (the one that got them running in like ep 3)? it doesn't make sense (and kind of makes sokka seem like an asshole). the creators should not push sukka so quick and fast and hard and then 180 sokka into a playboy. pick a side pleaseee *cries* (sukka was not pushed as hard in kyoshi island in the animation so i was okay with sokka being as flirty as he was)

the kind of arguments that sokka and katara have are kind of patronizing and demeaning. it's more of a "you're such a little girl and need to grow the f up" kinda feeling instead of a "im your big bro and am trying to protect you" kinda feeling

appa does not fight at all :(( . he's just the ride. sometimes forgotten in the background

likes:

excuse me but the azula hair flip?? in her introduction?? amazing.

ty lee is so perfectly casted it's like her animation popped out into real life. the hair and clothes UGH

i cried in the zuko and iroh moments and flashbacks to their relationship/iroh's loss/zuko's burn. CRIED. it was so emotional and well done

again, zuko and iroh's relationship is so strong in this adaptation you don't even knowww. iroh has like zero bad bones in his body from the get-go it's kinda amusing T-T

THE ZUTARA SCARF SCENE

all the cast look like their characters to me. even if their core traits/personalities are changed

jet and suki. that's all i have to say

sukka kiss and initial awkwardness. i cackled when suki went *sad face* when she thought she scared sokka away

OMASHU IS BASED ON A LESBIAN COUPLE

ozai is as evil and bad and merciless as ever. also manipulative. i can get where azula gets it from

it further explains/shows the "my father trained me into the weapon he wanted me to be" for azula

june and iroh. it changed from the creepy one-sidedness in the animation lol and june gave a talk about her way of life

the graphics for the bending are so cool. zuko's fire kicks *mesmerized*

fire nation burning of people. shows really how antagonistic ozai's peeps are

freedom fighters!!

the tiny soft moment between zuko and aang when zee blue spirit saves him :DD

hating zhao as he should be hated because he's as cowardly and stupid as ever

the 41st division!! cried at that nice touch

the way zuko actually fought back and showed compassion for his father in the agni kai and how his father basically forced him to be the way he is (all angsty and conflicted and whatnot) because "compassion is weakness and here is the scar i manually burn into your face to prove you)

overall if you love zuko this is your show because other characters may have faults but they killed it with my traumatized dude with the lil scar! and his uncle!! which he is already and always super nice to!!

#it is 3am and i am tired #so will talk more later #and these are my opinions lol so dont come after me if they are not yours #natla #aang #zuko #katara #sokka #wenz can talk #for anne mostly #honestly just want to see more character development and aang training and toph!!

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starryredpandawrites · 1 month

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Since Slicer/ Carly isn’t a part of the story (well more so she wasn’t activated)

If she somehow were- how would Bendy deal with her? Being unable to cus she’s so quick? Or do like the widow king (the nonbinary icon spider creature) and be chomped to bits for say having almost gutting his may-or-may-not-at-that-point-actually-be sister

Yeah I know random question, more so being reminded of her again kinda left me wondering :0

Oooooo good question

Honestly, one of the reasons I left her out is partially because I wasn't sure how to deal with her (and I hate her since she drove me absolutely insane in the game. Good game design, cool character and concept, very good at making me hate her). But since you asked, here are some ideas I've had :)

Adding a cut because this ended up a lot longer than I expected lol

It depends on how tangible she actually is, because, if I'm referring correctly, Audrey can't actually hit her when she attacks, so we have to decide whether the Ink Demon can hit her too.

I also had a theory that she was just a hallucination, so it would be kinda fun to play with the idea that only Audrey could see her.

If the Ink Demon could see and touch her, he would be just as surprised and freaked out as Audrey the first time she appears. However, being the Ink Demon, he would immediately react offensively and rip her to shreds. If he was in his baby/Bendy form, it would spark a transformation but not in time to actually deal with the threat, but I think it's likely he would stay in demon form until she appears again, and then he would rip her to shreds. He would also likely eat her remains which would stop her from coming back. Threat neutralized.

However....if Audrey was the only one who could see/interact with her....

The Ink Demon would lose his damn mind.

At first, he would react to Audrey's reaction, (transforming if he wasn't already in demon mode), growling and searching for a threat.

Seeing nothing, he would get mad at Audrey for overreacting and imply she's losing her mind, until he notices her injuries.

His sister is being attacked, taking real damage, but he can't see/deal with the threat. Goodbye baby form, Bendy would get super overprotective, refusing to leave Audrey's side, growling and clawing at shadows, killing everything/everyone who crosses their path. He would get more and more frustrated with each attack, questioning his and Audrey's own sanity more over time. At some point he sees the Slicer through Audrey's eyes and decides enough is enough and takes Audrey back to his lair (against her will, of course). If he can't remove the threat, he'll remove the threatened.

Of course, Audrey wouldn't accept this and spend the next while trying to escape Bendy and trying to convince him the Slicer isn't that much of a threat but he won't have it. This is the first time he's encountered something he can't fight. Even if Henry always came back, he could still kill him. Poor babs confidence has been thoroughly shook.

Not sure what would happen after that but maybe he can fight the Slicer using Audrey's vision, idk.

Thanks for reading what turned into quite the rant, I would love to hear anyone else's ideas if y'all have any :)

#batdr #batim #the ink demon #ink demon #audrey drew #the slicer #batdr slicer #bendy and the ink machine #bendy and the dark revival #carly #bendy

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hot-girls-favorite-is-daniel · 5 months

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Conversation between me & my friends (slightly edited) as six the musical incorrect quotes:

Anna *watching Hazbin Hotel w the gang*: wait so the god of hell, first demon ever there is French…? so what does that tell us about French people?

Kat: wait….

Anne: I’m right here.

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Anna: it’s kinda bright

Kat: not really ??? Anna: well that’s because I have blue eyes and you have brown eyes so the world is brighter for me so therefor I’m happier

Kar: probably true

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Anne: *on her Snapchat story* I love u Mr.Beast, I want u forever n ever, no one can take you away from me

Kathy: Anne it is 7 am are you mentally okay?

Anne: yeah I just really love Mr.Beast

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Kat: *in the queens gc* GUYS

guys

wake up

hello?

HELP I JUST FLASHED MY BISTLE WHISTLE AT MY DEAD GRAMMA!!!!

Lina: …Kat it is 7:15 in the fucking morning what the fuck fin you mean by you “flashed your bistle whistle at your dead gramma”

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Mary: *from the other side of the house* BITCH-

Kat: you know I’m sexy UGH don’t call just text me

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Elizabeth: *paragraph long rant about annoying kid at school and why they don’t wanna be friends anymore but aren’t sure*

Anna: also an erection is when your d#ck gets hard

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H#nry: YOUR CHEATING ON ME. ?!?!?!?

Kat: Girl you added me to a group chat with all of your wives :|

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Anne: I love my family and all but one time I said I hate Sheldon from Young Sheldon and they asked why.

Jane: haha. Wait why?

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Elizabeth: ugh fuck

Anne: THAT IS A BAD FUCKING WORD AND I WILL NOT FUCKING TOLERATE YOU SAYING THAT SHIT

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Anne: how was school today?

Kat: I told someone to shut the fuck up today so I’m very proud of myself because that took some confidence

Anne: good for you :D

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Anna: *in gc* my gramma doesn’t know how to text very well… (very misspelled weird autocorrect one thing said I will bite you for some reason ??)

Jane: oh god, I hope she doesn’t bite you ???

Anne: I hope she does.

Lina: what is wrong with you now I have a mental image of Anna’s gramma biting her arm

Anne: omg Jeffery Dahmar core 😝

Jane: okay that’s a bit much….

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Lina: Jesus is actually so hot…

Kat: Nooo Mr.Beast is my POOKIE

Anna: you know who’s hot… *image of Nick Avacado*

Anne: no, the hottest is Freddy Fazbear, if I was crying child I would have kissed Freddy IMMEDIATELY!!!!

Kathy: what about golden Freddy?

Anne: mwah mwah mwah

Kat: what about spring trap?

Anne: I want his trap

everyone: WHATTTT

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Anne: what if I drove the hours to your country and pulled up outside you house(castle?) and walked in and said “it’s so preppy in here” what would you do then?

Lina: …..where do you even come up with this stuff?

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Kat: *while Anna is sleeping* RAPUNZEL RAPUNZEL ,ET DOWN YOUR LONG EYEBROWS……OH WAIT….YOU DONT HAVE ANY

Anna: …….why is there someone outside my window

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Jane: why are you the way that you are?

Anne: because I drank the among us potion at exactly 3 am, I got it from the dark web, and supposedly when I drink the among us potion at 3 am I turn into the imposter from among us

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Mary: *post the among us potion video with the title “go hang out with your younger sibling: the younger sibling:*

Jane: *replying to story* Oh no! What happens when you drink the potion?

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*the queens in the car*

Lina: hey siri Text Jane that’s good to hear COMMA hope you are doing well PERIOD

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Kat: who would you say is the bullied one out of this group???

Mary: you.

Kat: haha 🙂 fair 🙂

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harrywavycurly · 2 years

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Hi Sarah would it be too much to ask for the reader talking to Wayne about Eddie or just life? Love you🖤

Hiii babes!! It’s not too much to ask for at all!! I hope you like these little random conversations with Wayne!💖

-I went with Eddie being your fiancé and that’s why Wayne is just so used to you✨

*Wayne is used to your rants and he may never admit it but he may kinda sorta love you more lol*

“He said what now?” “He said he doesn’t like it.” “He doesn’t like it? It’s cheese and chicken with rice what’s not to like?” “I added broccoli to his because he needs to eat more vegetables so maybe that’s why he doesn’t like it?” “You added broccoli? You forget you’re dating a man with the eating habits of a toddler.” “Even toddlers eat vegetables Wayne.” “Well…yeah okay that’s true.”

“You said it’s making a weird noise?” “Yeah it rattles when I turn it on.” “Now don’t go bitting my head off okay but is there gas in the tank?” “Uhhh I think so?” “You think so?” “I mean I got here just fine.” “You live two trailers down…” “God you sound just like him when you say things like that.”

“You have anymore coffee uncle Wayne?” “I had a feeling you’d be by so I made an extra pot.” “How’d you know?” “It’s Friday.” “Do I really come over here every Friday?” “Like clockwork darlin. I hear Eddie’s van go down the road and not even five minutes later you’re walking through my front door.” “Well it’s the only time I have to get you up to speed on the neighborhood gossip.” “Well please enlighten me on what’s going on in our neck of the woods oh and there’s creamer in the fridge for you.” “You bought creamer? You just use milk.” “Yeah but you don’t like milk as much so figured if you’re gonna be here every week might as well make sure you can at least enjoy your coffee while you’re here.” “You Munson really know how to make a girl feel special.” “Oh come on and just tell me what you know about the new neighbor that moved in behind Mrs. Thomas’s place.”

“Now hold on a minute where are you?” “I’m at the Lover’s Lake.” “And where’s that fiancé of yours? I don’t see the van in the driveway.” “He’s at work and I hate bothering him at work.” “You know he’s not gonna be happy when he hears you called me first.” “I’ll deal with him later but do you mind coming to get me please? Both of my bike tires are flat I must’ve gone over a broken bottle or something.” “Yeah I’ll come get you. Now you got shoes on right? And a jacket? It’s freezing out tonight.” “Why do you two always ask if I’m wearing shoes? It was one time I drove in slippers okay just once!” “Now what about a jacket?” “I…don’t have one on.” “I got a spare in the truck. I’ll be there in like five minutes.” “You’re gonna call him aren’t you?” “Just gonna tell him you’re fine and not to worry.” “Right as if telling Edward Munson not to worry has ever worked.” “If I don’t call him then you better.” “No you can call him it’s fine.” “That’s what I thought.”

“Now if someone in there makes you mad what do you do?” “Walk away.” “Good that’s right you just walk away don’t pay em any attention.” “Even Tina?” “Especially Tina. You know she’s looking for a reason to ban you from the mini mart for life.” “If you see me running you’ll be ready to haul ass home right?” “That’s what a getaway car is for.” “Perfect I think they even made Hopper come in just in case I lash out.” “But that’s not going to happen right?” “Nope I’m going to be on my best behavior.” “Good now pick up some bananas while you’re in there for me okay?” “You’ve been using them to take your vitamins?” “Yeah it’s not too bad actually.” “Good! Don’t tell him but I’ve been putting some liquid vitamins in Eddie’s oatmeal the last few weeks.” “It’s not a secret. He knows.” “Damn it. I thought I was being so sneaky.”

“I love him.” “I know you do.” “But it’s hard sometimes.” “What’s going on? Need me to whoop his ass?” “No no it’s not him. It’s me.” “Oh come on there’s nothing wrong with you.” “I’m chaos on two feet uncle Wayne I don’t know how he puts up with me. Who manages to get lost in their own home town at least once a month? Me! Who gets stuck in the middle of a fucking lake alone? Me.” “I mean okay yeah you keep him on his toes but he loves you. And I mean he really really loves you. I’ve never…I’ve never seen him look at anyone the way he looks at you.” “I just feel like I don’t deserve him.” “Oh please you two idiots deserve each other. No one else can handle him and sure as shit no one else can handle you.” “We are a couple of idiots huh?” “Yeah but I love ya both.” “You love me more though right? You can tell me I won’t tell him.”

“Can I borrow your ladder uncle Wayne?” “Absolutely not.” “Why?” “Because you on a ladder is a death trap.” “That’s exactly what he said. You two really are related.” “Just tell me what you need it for and I’ll do it.” “I need to change the lightbulb on the front and back porch.” “Is he working an overnight?” “Yeah so it’s just me and Freddy.” “I’ll come by and change the lightbulbs and if you and Freddy wanna come over for dinner that’s fine.” “I’ll bring brownies. I just made some last night.” “Won’t he be upset? You know he loves those damn things.” “I’ll make it up to him don’t worry.” “I…don’t…even wanna know.” “God you two are ridiculous I swear.”

#fiancé eddie munson #eddie and wayne munson #uncle wayne #wayne munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #Eddie Munson #my little dungeon master baby

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Chapter 14 - Some Convincing

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Fandom: Ensemble Stars

Series: Alte Liebe Rostet Nicht

Characters: Anja-Sophia 'Ann' Wolff (OC), Ritsu Sakuma, Leo Tsukinaga, Arashi Narukami, Tsukasa Suou, Nyeli (OC by @watersofcamelot), Izumi Sena

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Starting chaos had not been on Ann’s agenda today but alas, they had done something, to say the least. It had already been a surprise for the group when Ann had just entered and approached Ritsu without a second thought, him holding Nyeli by sheer coincidence. Izumi? He couldn’t join, having some job around this time so they were extremely lucky. And more confusion had arisen at the time when the brunette opened up with: “Ritsu–San, you were right!”

“Huh? What do you—”

“Correct!”

“About what?”

Needless to say, it was a back and forth for a little while, Ann being very unclear without knowing for a good few minutes. It even had Nyeli confused, looking at his sister with a head tilt and wagging ears. Only when being pawed as Ritsu held Nyeli up to Ann’s head could they calm themselves, shutting up finally. They had gotten ahead of themselves and only just now they had known.So they were forced to take a deep breath and state what they were even heading at. Because what they had to tell him was more than a mouthful. It was a story they just couldn’t keep short nor to themselves. What drove them to this? The usual stubbornness. They really wanted to help but maybe would need some other influences, let alone Nyeli’s approval.

And so they did explain as much as they could, their mouth almost running dry at the point they had finished. And even then they were jumping from one moment to the next, sometimes getting distracted. First it was Izumi and they nearly went on their ranting tangent about him again, before suddenly bringing Nyeli into the mix. It switched back and forth between them as a topic, as if Ann couldn’t decide what to talk about. In truth they just didn’t have notes keeping them in check. It was rare but they could talk if they really wanted to.

However, the constant jumping back and forth between topics only confused Ritsu if anything. He couldn’t keep up and it showed. As for Nyeli, it had confused him so much that he jumped off his Papa’s arms and ran over to the bag to pull something out, most likely paper to scribble something on. And maybe that was for the better.

As for Ann’s next words… Well…

“The one… Uhm… Who left Nyeli alone…” They first stuttered, not sure how to phrase it, awfully careful in fact. Though they got it together. “Izumi… The previous owner.”

“Huh? Secchan?” Ritsu repeated, a bit in disbelief when hearing it. And the other members around at the time with Knights had gotten awfully close as well, their eyes widening from one moment to the next. It was a revelation to them and shows that not even Izumi had told them. Then again, Ann was not really surprised about that part. He most likely told no one, not really at least.

“Yeah. He.” They nodded, confirming it once more. “It was him.”

“So you are telling me… Secchan…” A sudden pause however, a long moment of silence had kicked in from one moment to the next, leaving everyone somewhat speechless for a very short moment. Though it felt like some weird eternity they could swear. It wasn’t but it was just so awkward. Should they have opened up about this? They were tending to no but—

“I guessed something was up with Sena but this…” The one who would decide to break the neverending silence is Leo. “This is a bit much, even for him.”

“Sena–Senpai is capable of something like this…” Tsukasa mumbled, somewhat, under his very own breath.

“It isn’t that surprising of Izumi–Chan.” Arashi added, sounding the least surprised. It didn’t mean however that it sat right with her, far from it. She looked anything but amused. “He’s still being unnecessarily cruel! This has to be one of the worst things he's ever done!”

It was surprising though. The group kept up with his guts, and apparently hearing this was the breaking point. Ann never thought they would see the day. The attitude had changed, as if what they had talked about hit very close to home. Or maybe it was the final straw? Honestly, they didn’t know. It had only been a few months, they knew Izumi for a longer time. Maybe a lot built up… Or something.

"Abandoning someone as a kid…” Ritsu nearly scoffed for a moment, his soft expression being anything but that. It was a rare sight but it does exist. However, Ann would quickly interfere with that one.

“Uhm… I wouldn’t say… This.” They responded slowly. “That could… Communicated wrong you know. Izumi said… Well… Believes Nyeli… Ran.”

He stared at his friend for a moment, their words catching anyone off guard for a moment in the room. It was something new to listen to, something no one had really expected, not from Ann’s mouth. It was out of character for them to defend Sena like this, give him some benefit of the doubt. But they went out of their way and made those words escape their very own mouth.

“Fine, I’ll give him that.” Ritsu agreed, though only forcibly, then continuing: “That won’t change much though.”

“Uh… What is Sena thinking sometimes? I don’t get it.” Leo threw in, putting on his thinking face. He even crossed his arms, not sure how to respond to this to begin with. And if it even got Leo thinking to an unhealthy amount like this, that might mean a lot more than one would realize. After all, it was rare for Leo to break his own character like this as well. “What’s the point?”

“Right? That’s not even being mean anymore. Its… Cruel.” Arashi would add. “You would think he would be over the moon to see his old buddy. But no, he behaves like a prick all this time! He even calls him by awful nicknames!”

“Sena—Senpai cannot be forgiven for this, he—”

“It’s not that simple!” Ann would interrupt the flow of the conversation, feeling as if this was a corner they could not escape from at that point. Calming the situation down? Almost impossible. But they couldn’t just stand idle either, to say the least.

“No change now, right?” They sighed, continuing then with: “Look, instead of… Well, this…”

As they were talking they slowly turned their head to Nyeli who seemed to be scribbling peacefully. However, as it was concerning the kitty as well they walked over, lifted him up all of a sudden and held him up, facing him and trying to keep a gentle smile on their face.

“ Nyeli, möchtest du dich mit deinem alten Freund versöhnen~? ”

They were speaking in their native tongue, just asking the cat a very simple question. The kitty understood his ‘Sisnya’ however, unlike the other four in the room, and his face changed from one moment to the next, becoming desperate yet also fearful. It was as if he knew what they meant and thus shook their head over and over, then shivering and clinging onto them. “Nye! Sisnya nye!” He even complained, refusing. A no to whatever what this question was, but they refused to give up so easily.

“ Nyeli bitte, das kann so nicht weitergehen! Du möchtest doch sicherlich mit– ”

“Nye!” He insisted however, pawing the arm of Ann while shaking his head over and over. This would take a while, they could tell. He wouldn’t cooperate… Then again, nothing too surpri–

“Ann–Chan, you shouldn’t push it.” Ritsu threw in, getting closer to the two and trying to calm the duo down. “If Nyeli doesn’t want to, then you can’t make him.”

“Doesn’t want!? The drawing—”

“You see it yourself. The way he is reacting I mean.”

“But—”

The conversations didn’t get far however, the door suddenly opening and an all too familiar voice asking: “Hey, what the hell is going on!? Aren’t you lot training!?”

It made the entire group turn and as if a switch was flicked, Nyeli's ears dropped, his eyes becoming as lifeless as possible. This only meant one thing and the suspicion was correct, Izumi came back. it seemed that he was done with whatever he was doing and had now entered the room, though only being looked at by everyone. Ann’s expressions compared to the others were night and day however. While they were more surprised and shocked the others stared at him in disbelief, somewhat of a disappointment even. Arashi herself had her eyes narrowed so sharply at Izumi, one would think she was about to pull some daggers out of her pocket and throw them at him. She was not someone you wanted to make angry after all.

However, it only left the male in question a little confused, dumbfounded even, and he was only staring into the crowd with mild annoyance. Said annoyance increased of course when spotting Ann, nothing too out of the ordinary.

“What? Is something on my face? Also who invited them over!?” He didn’t get it and to be fair, this would not say much at the moment. The tension was more than obvious however, to the point it made Ann feel trapped, squished even, caged inside said tension. Ugh, this was just… Too much to handle. Maybe they shouldn’t have brought this up. After all, they hoped for assistance but from the looks of it, none of the Knights were ready to provide any help. They were too shocked about the news and there was no hope in that regard. It was up to them at the end of the day, solely up to them. They went a little too ahead or hoped for too much here. They needed to come up with another plan… At least for as long as no one wanted to cooperate. On their own because maybe they made things more complicated than they needed to become…

Sometimes solutions seemed so simple… However, nothing in life is simple. Of course it isn’t.

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annlynngilbertphotography · 1 year

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I have started posting again, it’s magic!

I was not able to post (except for words) for 18 days. During that time we moved within the same condo community and our movers sent two trucks and a total of ten men during the move. First day they were here 11 hours, left came back the next day for three more hours. We can stand at the front door and look across the common and see our old unit. Then the moving company added $900.00 to my bill because it took so long! Had a big argument with them and got that removed, never use a company that gives estimates over the phone. Next, I drove to pick up a food take out and was involved in a traffic accident, the other driver made a right hand turn on a red light and ran into me. No one was hurt, police did a report and I picked up our food order. And tomorrow I have surgery. Now I am not blaming Tumblr for my problems, but Tumblr you are my therapy, posting and seeing other individuals comments and photos make a 78 year man very happy and make all the other stuff trivial. There are people in the world in harms way that break you heart, I wish their problems were as insignificant as mine. Thanks for allowing a senior citizen to rant, have a Great day!

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sinnashuart · 2 days

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Coming out of the depths to rant about Sephiroth and his religious ties. Super uber inspired to finally post this because of @runerapier's post about Angeal and Genesis' ties to christianity and the story of adam and eve. you can read that here!: [ https://www.tumblr.com/runerapier/752596997647843328/if-you-dont-mind-me-asking-what-makes-you?source=share ] Please give it a look. It's very well put together and completely ate. ______________________________________________________________

But! onto the rant itself!

Aside from obvious visual design parallels (which I will get to in a bit), Sephiroth's role in the world before his "fall" is very similar to Lucifer's in a sense that he was his creator's most beloved angel. Lucifer was an angel whose type was debated for a while, but it's theorized he was a seraphim. Seraphim are angels with six wings and who are the lord's agents of purification.

Sephiroth, as a person, was created by Shinra to mimic the Cetra using Jenova's cells (who was believed to be a Cetra at the time). While he was seen to be a failure in that sense, he was a successful human weapon. He was raised to be a SOLDIER for Shinra, and was their main source of military propaganda and power. He was thrust into the role of Shinra's "hero" at a very young age (around 14 going by Ever Crisis' storyline iirc), and fulfilled that role dutifully.

He was Shinra's "Purifier", in a sense that he'd cleanse battlefields of people with his sword and flames, much like Seraphim, who are represented commonly by fire.

But his fall from grace happened when he learned the "truth" of his creation. A truth that, along with a few other factors, drove him mad with hatred for humanity. This was followed by the massacre and destruction of Nibelheim, before he left to retrieve Jenova from the reactor.

It was there that he was ultimately defeated. Weakened by Zack, and "killed" by Cloud when he thrusts him down into the lifestream. While this would have normally killed any other person, Sephiroth's body, highly composed of Jenova's DNA, could not return to the lifestream. This is because the lifestream will only accept those that come from the lifestream. Even though he was born of a human couple, because he is highly composed of Jenova's DNA he was unable to be taken back into the lifestream, and instead absorbed its knowledge.

Skipping a bit to character design, the first iteration of Sephiroth's winged form was in the final boss fight of the original ff7. The form known as "Safer Sephiroth" takes on a biblical angel's influence. This is Sephiroth after reaching a pseudo-godhood. A near divine state of being.

You'll notice, however, that he gains multiple wings at the bottom of his body. 6, to be exact. The same number of wings a Seraphim would have. However, matching his imperfect divinity story-wise, is an outlier to this design. What would have made him a perfect Seraphim is ruined by his right arm being a single, black wing.

This boss design is what eventually led to the single wing of Sephiroth's base design

His one wing was never present in the original ff7, because it was an edition added after his first appearance and design in Kingdom hearts. From this point onward, Nomura began to incorporate a single black wing into his design. A wing that would be later added to a few other characters, and explained to be a byproduct of Projects that put Jenova's cells into human beings.

The most notable other characters with a single wing are Genesis Rhapsodos and Angeal Hewley from Crisis Core. This is important to note specifically for their designs. They are both parallels to Sephiroth, but Angeal specifically is the only one out of the three to have white feathers instead of black. It symbolizes his inherent goodness, and role in the story. Angeal is the mentor to Zack, who inherits his buster sword after his death. Likewise, Cloud also receives the buster sword after Zack's death.

Both Zack and Cloud are loosely tied to the white angel wing motif, which parallels the angels that banished Lucifer into Sheol.

There is a paragraph that details the fall of Lucifer. It's translated in different ways, but the most fitting translation seems to be this one.

“How you have fallen from heaven, O star of the morning, son of the dawn! You have been cut down to the earth, You who have weakened the nations! But you said in your heart, ‘I will ascend to heaven; I will raise my throne above the stars of God, And I will sit on the mount of assembly In the recesses of the north. I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High.’ Nevertheless you will be thrust down to Sheol, To the recesses of the pit." (Isaiah 14:12-15)

Tying this to the passage, each line can now be clearly associated with a very important part of Sephiroth's "fall".

“How you have fallen from heaven, O star of the morning, son of the dawn! You have been cut down to the earth, You who have weakened the nations!"

This can be a descriptor for Sephiroth from before the fall. He was the star of Shinra, a beacon of inspiration and hope to the people who lived under Shinra's authority. Not only that, but "you who have weakened the nations" can be attributed to Sephiroth's role in the war with Wutai.

"But you said in your heart, ‘I will ascend to heaven; I will raise my throne above the stars of God, And I will sit on the mount of assembly In the recesses of the north. I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High.’"

This describes Sephiroth's hatred for humanity and his desire for power and a status as a god in order to achieve his goals.

"The recesses of the north" is a phrase that can, funnily enough, describe where the fragments of his body congregated before recreating his body that had been scattered in the lifestream. Sephiroth's body is found at the Northern Cave inside the Northern Crater, which could be the "recesses of the north" described in that passage

As for the phrase "I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High", this can be a descriptor for Safer Sephiroth's fight and design. The fight itself is seemingly above Clouds, but the design itself features a cloudlike mass near where his legs would normally begin/where his wings are tied to

"Nevertheless you will be thrust down to Sheol, To the recesses of the pit."

This, to me, describes both instances of Sephiroth's defeat in FF7. The first time he's "defeated", he is thrown into the lifestream by Cloud. The second time he's defeated is after beating the Safer Sephiroth fight, where Cloud defeats the last of Sephiroth's mind in a battle within his own mind. Cloud wins, and Sephiroth is dissolved in the lifestream

If you had to tie Sephiroth in with the story of Adam and Eve, the character Sephiroth would most fit is the snake. The story has multiple interpretations, but in each, the snake is tied with the Devil (Lucifer).

The two interpretations are that the snake is the Devil himself, or a messenger of the Devil. Both would fit Sephiroth in a way.

The first being the easiest to understand, thanks to Sephiroth's designed parallels to Lucifer Morningstar. The other interpretation, that he is the messenger of the Devil, would make sense if you read it with the idea that Sephiroth is a "messenger" for the embodiment of evil". This "Evil" would be Shinra, of course. Sorry this post is a mess, I just wanted to put this rant somewhere solidly :}

#long post #ff7 #sephiroth ff7 #sephiroth #final fantasy 7 #religious imagery #safer sephiroth #this took forever to get the courage to post #i tend to ramble like a madman #I love symbolism tbh im a nut for it #anyway ty besties for hyping me up ill never stop being silly

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