#we started talking and he was like 'hey btw I recognize you from somewhere...' and im like...huh yeah me too

[lystring]

I still can't get over the way me and my bf met. "like a fucking romcom or something" as my friend put it.

[glamslutz]

Hey, can you write an imagine where Y/N cheats on Izzy with Slash. When Izzy finds out, he is heartbroken, breaks up with her, and falls into a heavy alcohol addiction. Only then does Y/N realize how much she loved him and tries to win him back.

Including angst and fluff please, make it real long please ♡

Yess I gotchu! Sorry it’s late, I’ve been sick for the past week, but I finally finished it yay me! Hope you enjoy :) btw I have an alternate ending that I did for this, so if you want it let me know!

Damaged💔❤️‍🩹

Izzy Stradlin x reader

(featuring Slash | themes: betrayal, addiction, heartbreak, regret)

Warning ‼️ (angst, fluff, kinda long)

Y/N POV~

I never meant for it to happen. That sounds like bullshit, I know, but I didn’t. One minute, I was drunk, laughing too loud at one of Slash’s dumb stories, and the next, I was in his hotel room, tangled in sheets that didn’t smell like Izzy. They smelled like smoke and sweat and betrayal.

And now here I am, sitting on the floor of Izzy’s apartment, my back against the cold wall, knees pulled to my chest, wishing I could claw the last 48 hours out of existence. He hasn’t said a word in hours. Just paces. Back and forth. Back and forth. Like he’s trying to walk it off, like heartbreak is something you can sweat out.

“Izzy…” My voice is small, and I hate that. I used to speak and make his head turn. Now I sound like a ghost.

He finally stops and looks at me. Really looks. Eyes red, jaw tight, that wild black hair falling into his face like it always does. Except now he doesn’t brush it away. He just stares, like he’s seeing me for the first time. Or maybe like he wishes he wasn’t seeing me at all.

“You fucked Slash.”

There’s no question in his voice.

I open my mouth to speak, to explain, though I have no explanation worth a damn, but he cuts me off before I can try.

“You fucked him, Y/N.”

“I was drunk”

So was I! Every night for the last four years. You don’t see me climbing into someone else’s bed.” His voice cracks, and that’s worse than if he screamed. I’d rather he throw a lamp or smash a guitar than break like this.

“Izzy, I’m sorry…”

He turns away.

And just like that, I know it’s over.

I didn’t see him for weeks after that. The guys said he’d holed up somewhere in L.A., sleeping on a friend’s couch, bottle always in reach. Sometimes it was whiskey. Sometimes vodka. Once, it was cough syrup and Coke.

Slash didn’t say much, but he didn’t need to. The smirk he gave me backstage after a show said everything. I was just another notch. Another story he’d laugh about. Another mistake.

But Izzy? I ruined him.

I started hearing things. That he missed rehearsals. That he’d fallen asleep during a recording session. That Axl threatened to kick him out if he didn’t pull it together. Duff tried to help, but even he was at a loss. “He loved you,” he told me once, shaking his head. “He really fucking loved you.”

I knew. God, I knew.

The first time I saw him again, it was pouring. The rain was heavy and mean, like it was trying to drown the whole damn city. I waited outside The Viper Room, soaked and shaking, because someone said he might show up. And he did.

He didn’t recognize me at first.

Or maybe he just didn’t want to.

“Hey,” I said, breathless when I saw him, cigarette dangling from his lips, coat clinging to his shoulders, eyes bloodshot.

He blinked. “Y/N?”

“Izzy… I need to talk to you.”

He just stared, swaying slightly, the smell of alcohol clinging to him like a second skin. “Talk? Now you want to talk?”

“I miss you.”

He laughed. It was empty. Hollow. “You miss me? What part? The part before or after you fucked my bandmate?”

I flinched. “I made a mistake.”

“You made a choice.”

We stood there in silence, rain hitting the sidewalk like a metronome. I reached for him.

“Don’t.”

His voice wasn’t angry this time. Just tired. Broken.

“I’m not okay,” I said softly.

“Neither am I,” he whispered. “And that’s because of you.”

I didn’t give up.

Call me pathetic. Call me delusional. But I loved him. I love him. And I couldn’t let it end like that. I started writing him letters. Leaving voicemails. Waiting outside shows. I became the girl I used to roll my eyes at, clingy, desperate, hopeful.

Weeks passed.

Then one night, I heard a knock on my door.

I opened it and nearly collapsed.

“Izzy…”

He looked different. Thinner. Tired. But there was something in his eyes I hadn’t seen in a long time, clarity.

“I can’t sleep,” he said.

I stepped aside.

We didn’t talk much that night. We didn’t need to. He lit a cigarette and sat on my bed, fingers trembling just a little. I watched him. Studied him. Every line of his face. Every bruise I left on his heart.

“I still dream about you,” he said finally. “But in the dream, you always leave.”

“I’m here now.”

He looked at me. Long and hard. Then set the cigarette down and stood.

And when he kissed me, it wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was fire and pain and everything we never said. His hands were rough, callused, trembling. He pinned me to the wall, his mouth hot on my neck, his voice a low growl in my ear.

You ruined me,” he said, breath hot as he lifted my shirt. “You fucking ruined me.”

“I know,” I whispered.

He kissed me again, harder this time, like he wanted to forget. Like he wanted to punish me. Maybe he did. Maybe I deserved it.

Clothes fell to the floor. His body pressed against mine, hot and heavy, every thrust a reminder of what we had, what we lost. He held my wrists above my head, lips on my collarbone, moaning my name like it hurt.

“I hate you,” he gasped against my mouth.

“No, you don’t.”

And I was right, because he came undone with my name on his lips, burying his face in my shoulder as we collapsed together.

Fast forward ~

It had been almost a year since the night izzy came over.

Twelve months of silence, of blocked numbers, of showing up to the studio just to hear he’d left five minutes earlier. I had written letters. Sent messages he never opened. I even showed up at his old apartment once. Slash answered the door.

“You’re the last person he wants to see,” he said coldly, before slamming it in my face.

Izzy had fallen deep into it, alcohol, bar fights, late nights with women whose names he didn’t bother to learn. I heard the stories. Everyone did. He was burning out and didn’t care who watched.

But I still loved him. That never changed. Even as guilt gnawed away at me like rot under the skin.

And then one night, I found him.

Passed out in a back booth at some shitty dive off Sunset. Guitar case on the table, empty bottle in front of him. He looked like a ghost, pale, thinner, eyes sunken like he hadn’t slept in weeks.

“Izzy,” I said, crouching beside him. My hand touched his shoulder. He flinched hard.

His eyes opened, bloodshot and slow to focus. “Why the hell are you here?”

“I needed to see you. I’m worried.”

He sat up, barely. “A little late for worry, sweetheart.”

“I know I hurt you,” I whispered. “But I love you. I never stopped.”

He looked at me, really looked, and I could see it all behind his eyes. The pain. The love. The memories.

“I believe that,” he said finally, voice hoarse. “And it doesn’t matter.”

My throat tightened. “Izzy…”

“You broke something in me. And no matter how much I want to pretend I can forgive you, I can’t.” He reached for his bottle, found it empty, and dropped it with a thud. “I hope you figure your shit out someday. But you and me? We’re done.”

And that was it.

He stood and walked away, guitar slung over his shoulder like a war wound. I didn’t chase him.

Because maybe this was how it was supposed to end.

[insertsomthinawesome]

Okay so I have no idea when the last time you thought about Genshin was (because tumblr never shows me your posts 🙄 smh) but I want to hear your thoughts on a recent potential dynamic I thought of:

Kaeya and Barbara. Nothing romantic (not that there’s anything wrong with that btw), but like - imagine he’s able to drop his more confident act around her, maybe even tell her stuff that he would never outright say to Jean (secrets, doubts, etc) because WHAT IF she was the one who healed his wounds after his confrontation with Diluc

Thoughts? 🎤

Okay so hilariously I have been kinda getting back into Genshin a lil at the moment, so your question was EXTREMELY well timed xD (Oh no what????? this made me check if i was shadowbanned and I don't seem to be..... if i am tho anyone can feel free to let me know). Slapping all this below a read more cause this is gonna get long folks.

OKAY SO LIKE- Stars Kaeya and Barbara have the potential for such a cute dynamic. I think Kaeya would struggle to completely confide in her- because she is so much younger than he is? Or at least Somewhat younger. Genshin tends to be wishy washy on ages but I see Barbara in a range somewhere from Teen to Young Adult (so like 15-19 ish? You could definitely argue younger/older that's just my interpretation) But in a way I can see that being what disarms him. I think the hardest part is that I don't see Kaeya going to the Church often. I don't really have specific headcanons about him and religion or worshiping the Archons- but I do tend to sit in the camp of "he probably has interesting feelings about the Archons" again forgive me if there's more information, im soooooo behind on genshin and therefore he probably avoids "Holy" places lest he test his luck. However its been long enough and Crepus probably took him there- that he's not like. Paranoid about it? Most the time. So he definitely COULD be there. I could totally see Diluc tipping him off to Barbara getting stalked, and that snowballing into Kaeya checking in on Barbara more often/seeking her out to make sure she's good. He's besties w Jean after all!! Of course he's going to look after her little sister. I can see him starting to confide in Barbara as a sort of... Sibling mischievousness. He can tell Barbara things about her sister behind her back to make sure Jean gets taken care of bully his superior as a sort of fondness. That spirals then into him starting to get looser tongued with her. Surprise surprise, the girl with high standing in the church is a good listener. Barbara for her part, I think she would be really excited to have another avenue to reach Jean. It would start off more practical on both their ends before they realized they were genuinely enjoying each other's company. Maybe Barbara would pester Kaeya more about his drinking (thats very headcanon zone) and try to drag him to other things. She'd probably get a feel for when he was genuinely discouraged and what was him just bellyaching (when you have to deal with both sincere and fake confessions you get better at recognizing lies). She'd also get scolded by Kaeya for being a workaholic like her older sister. Not that Kaeya is any better but hey. We don't have to talk about that aslkdfjLSJDGSD.

I think Barbara might also recognize his loneliness and therefore try to reach out more. Outside of stopping the drinking problem even- just. Hey. I have a thing tonight or this week you wanna come along? You have time off right? Maybe asking for him more often to come on excursions or trips she needs to do as long as its within reason and he's not busy. Jean would probably be pretty happy to see them bond even if it did sting a little that she struggled so much and it was so easy for Kaeya, and happily enable these things. I think it would take a lot for Kaeya to admit to anything directly- but I think overtime he might mention enough to Barbara that she puts 2 and 2 together about how he feels about the Diluc situation. I think Barbara is young enough and like- She's projecting her own relationship with Jean and how much she wants that fixed onto Diluc and Kaeya- and as a result she might push/set up/try to fix them in a way that is very.... short sighted. Like well meaning. As a sort of, half trying to live out vicariously what she wished she would do with Jean in their relationship- and the other half genuinely wanting to help her friend Kaeya. I think it could get so pushy/bad that Kaeya actually snaps on her and they get into a bit of a fight (less of a fight, more just Kaeya being pissed and Barbara being apologetic/realizing she screwed up). Barbara hadn't thought that like- the way she wishes she was, and what she wants, and what she thinks would work is not necessarily what actually would. Kaeya might even see through to how this is her own projection of wanting to repair things with Jean. Kaeya's not actually like- Angry with her of course. But he- its just not that simple. But at the same time- after that encounter, he starts to wonder if it is. Maybe he's just been putting off everything because he's scared. I mean, his brother did try to decapitate him last time hah (headcanon). I think it would lead into a slow burn of Kaeya repairing things with Diluc in his own way. Barbara would probably be avoiding him/leaving him alone out of shame/regret- but eventually Kaeya would hunt her down in a very non-straight-forward way explain that he forgave her and convey that he did take something away from it all- Barbara would be so happy and relieved. Like, she would feel SO BAD after "messing that up" with Kaeya. Of course Kaeya would then uno reverse on her and declare that she had to set up something with Jean and Barbara would shrivel up but accept that he is indeed, correct asdlkfjLKJFLSDGS So yes :) good thoughts Anon. BTW THIS IS NOT BARBARA SLANDER- WE LOVE AND APPRECIATE BARBARA IN THIS HOUSE. I am simple a lover of messy human relationships and how they manifest- its so easy to think you can fix someone else's problems by making them do what YOU think would work. I think Barbara would fall into that easily between her lack of maturity and own projected desperation. But even the imperfect shove would motivate Kaeya. It would open his eyes and make him realize that maybe he was being avoidant about this. Barbara cares a lot about him!!! And thats sweet and good ueueueueue.

[micamone]

the thing about liking an almost 30 year old show is I'm not sure as much about what went on behind the scenes. and a significant part of that is how awesome it was that the fans were just more separate from creators then, like there was no social media and junk for us to to badger them on about things. but the from their side there wasnt a place they could just dump shit on us for fun. things were told through dvd commentaries and magazines published back then or panels and stuff at conventions or even TV specials and those are all very... ephemeral. like I'm sure its all recorded somewhere but it takes a little more digging and hoping fan websites have the info. and thats doable I'm not asking anyone to help me with that btw i just havent done it yet cause i wanna get thru the show first or I'll have one billion spoilers from not being able to stop reading.

but i think the biggest thing for me rn on stargate is, again i watched atlantis first. and that started in and branched off of like season 8 of sg1. so i know a lot about The Ancients, since they were a big player in SGA, and every time something tangenally related to them comes up in SG1 i get super excited and wave my arms and jump up and down for Daniels attention cause i want him to discover Atlantis so bad. im so excited for him and oh god he has his earpods in he cant hear me-

anyways. connecting these two points..... i have to wonder watching things progress how much they planned ahead. how much did they set up like "... yeah we'll decide to make something of that later" and how much of it was "oh dude the fans are gonna FLIP when we make this reveal in two seasons" you know????? i can listen to stuff about gravity falls when hirch and co talk about how they had no idea where they were going. they were like "well he has a twin somewhere. for some reason. and hes..... well hes there." and they literally came up with the everything on the fly. and then even in Gargoyles, which is old like stargate too, i read apparently the writers called each other once like "WAIT HEY THIS CHARACTER FROM THE VERY BEGINNING FIRST EPISODE? HOLY SHIT WHAT IF HE WAS THIS GUY-" sort of twist like.... way into the show lol

was that what was going on with The Ancients? and their whole..... ascended business? Orlin in this episode was very interesting cause i definitely recognized Oma D from a while back as an ancient, so i was glad Sam compared Orlin to her, but this was the first time theyre REALLY like "yup, that monk and myths of the jaffa werent just talk. this ascension biz is for real and a bigger deal than you thought" BUT! they still havent really connected it to the ancients. at all. i dont think daniel even said the writing on the machine Orlin helped build was ancient, and it didn't look like it, but then like.... Orlin also just said he was Human.

and was that true? WAS he human? humans can ascended, sure. but he also made a freakin stargate. in sam's basement. (Obadiah Stane voice) WITH A BUNCH OF SCRAPS!

... he already was the cause of death for people he cared about once for giving away too much information, i wouldnt be surprised if he lied about being human. but also wouldnt be surprised if the writers were like..... unsure and didnt care cause it doesnt matter lmao they were just vibing. you know. idk im sure Orlin and even Oma will get brought up AGAIN later, im only in the beginnings of season 5 after all and know some spoilers that the ascension thing ans ancients become a big deal later but. yeah its just interesting. i like picking apart creators minds for their stories and its just not possible in the same way on such an old show. even if i could ask them, they'd be having to recall through decades of memories that change as they have over the years. and that provides an interesting color on things as well but... its not the same as knowing what they were thinking back then.

[obwjam]

would you be able to do a Mandalorian/Pedro Pascal x borrower??

I guess the plot would be where grogu finds the borrower, the borrower is like terrified to death and then mando finds them, and like he has to do something that’ll make them trust him or something?

btw i’ve been reading your stories and prompts like for two hours straight and i just wanna say that i would stay up all night reading your works instead of doing anything else i love them so much 🥺❤️

also, it’s totally okay if you don’t want to, or have a reason not to, i have no idea if you’re still doing requests and stuff or anything. thank you so much though!

ugh oh my gosh thank you thank you!!!! i love to be a sponsor of procrastination. keep up the good work. i truly love the idea of grogu just unknowingly terrorizing a tiny and i’m way overdue to write some mando g/t so let’s go!!!

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Din Djarin found you running for your life, nearly tripping over yourself and screaming so loud that he was sure the entire planet could hear. He was confused at first -- he had never seen a borrower before, and it took him a moment to register what exactly was going on. 

What were you running from exactly? Well, you didn’t know what it was, but it had giant ears, tiny arms, outstretched hands and could waddle as fast as you could run. You recognized the look in its eyes, too. One word: food.

“GROGU! NO!” 

At the sound of another voice, you whipped your head up and subsequently tripped over a rock. You slammed into the ground, gathering yourself for a moment before flipping yourself over and gasping at the sight.

At this point, you kind of wish that fall had killed you. The only thing worse than a bloodthirsty creature trying to eat you was the human who owned it. And, god, you couldn’t even tell where this human started and where he ended. He was covered head-to-toe in shiny metal armor, complete with a dark helmet and some gnarly looking weapons. He looked like a giant-and-a-half. You were done for.

Din cocked his head, tapping the side of his helmet to do a quick scan of you. The scan didn’t tell him much, but it showed him you were four inches tall and scared out of your wits. He frowned at how badly you were shaking.

He held Grogu out in front of him and tilted his head down. “No. No. You can’t be doing that. You hear me? Don’t do that again. No.”

Grogu stared back blankly with a smile and a patoo. Din rolled his eyes and plopped him into his pod before turning his full attention to you. He was surprised that you hadn’t tried to run away, but truth be told, you were frozen in fear. When a human was involved, there was nowhere to run.

Slowly, Din crouched down, trying to a closer look without looming too much. It was impossible to do that, but he was trying. A pang of guilt shot through his stomach as he peered down at you, cowering and starting to cry. Oh boy. 

“Hey, hey...” he started, holding his hands up to show he wasn’t going to do anything. At the movement of his hands, you flinched and moved your arms up to cover your face. 

Din hummed. “No, no. See?” He waved his hands a little. “No weapons. Nothing.”

You gave this curious giant the side-eye. He was clearly a warrior, or a bounty hunter of some kind. Why was he trying to be peaceful?

“What are you doing out here, little guy?” he tried, the helmet masking the true sound of his voice. “There’s a lot of imps around here. It’s not safe.”

You raised an eyebrow, confused as to what imps were, but all of your words were stuck in your chest. You couldn’t tell where this giant was looking or what he was thinking. Not to mention he was absolutely huge. Those boots could crush you in an instant.

“Hmm.” Din spent most of his days talking to a baby who couldn’t speak basic, so this should not have been as big of a challenge as it was. But you were clearly terrified out of your mind with the way your gaze was locked forward and how badly you were trembling. You looked like you were about to vomit. 

“Uh, do you... do you have a name?”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. Din was about to try another question when the sound of blaster fire filled the air. You both looked toward the source of the sound, and Din quickly whipped his head back to you.

“You need to get out of here. There are some really angry guys coming this way.”

As soon as the giant shifted his position, you assumed the worst. “No!” you cried. “No, pl-please. I... I don’t... please... this--this is my home...”

Din’s eyes went wide as you lost it right in front of him. He could certainly understand your apprehension, but he clearly wasn’t going to hurt you. The Imperials would.

“I know you’re scared, kiddo, but when those Imperials find you, they won’t be as kind to you as I am.” You could barely comprehend what he was trying to tell you. You were far too petrified. Din looked at you, back over his shoulder, and back to you. Those imperials would be here any minute. There was no way you weren’t going to get squashed. He only had one thing left he could do.

“AH!” you shrieked as soon as the gloved hand entered your vision, but it was useless to try to run. Giant digits wrapped around your body, and you clung onto the folds of his glove for dear life as he lifted you into the air at a speed that was far too fast for your liking. Stars popped in and out of your vision as you kicked and punched and yelled in protest. 

Din grimaced, barely able to feel the impact of your struggles. You were clearly overpowered, but more clearly terrified. 

“This is for your own good,” he mumbled, hoping you would hear him as he plopped you down into a brown satchel that was draped over his shoulder. 

Inside the bag, you were clawing for a way out. Screams of LET ME GO! went unheard as the giant started to move. Din was trying his hardest not to jostle you too much, but that was a tall task considering he was fleeing from a legion of stormtroopers who were after the kid.

There were a lot of grunts, screams and blaster bolts, but soon, all was quiet again. You had since shut your eyes and gripped tightly to the walls of the bag to stay stable and ignore the chaos, but it didn’t take long after the violence died down that you realized the giant was still walking somewhere.

“Hey. HEY!” you yelled. Din was ignoring you. There were surely more troopers hot on his tail, so he had to get to the Razor Crest and fast. He pushed Grogu up onto the ship and opened the roof to his pod before hurriedly climbing up the ladder to the cockpit. The deafening sound of the ship powering up made your stomach drop, but it all turned to a soft hum once Din made the jump to hyperspace. 

Light flooded your vision, and you grimaced as that damned hand came reaching for you again. Again, protesting it would be foolish, so you just closed your eyes to fend off the headache that was sure to come when he lifted you too fast. 

Din made sure to go slower this time, and when he held you out in his open palm, he finally got a sense of how small you really were. His fingers were slightly taller than you, and with your knees pulled to your chest, you were more the size of that stupid metal ball Grogu liked to play with. Maybe that’s why he went after you.

“I’m... sorry about that,” Din started, trying to sound earnest. “You were in danger. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

You finally opened your eyes. The view in front of you took your breath away. The sky was swirling blue all around you, but you quickly realized that wasn’t the sky at all. It was space. Hyperspace.

Din huffed a laugh. “First time in space?”

You nodded robotically, forgetting for a moment you were sitting in the palm of a giant. “First time... anywhere.”

Din smirked. He supposed that made sense, but it didn’t make it any less shocking -- or adorable -- to him.

“I’m sorry about Grogu,” he said, as if you were supposed to know who he was talking about. You cocked your head at him. “Grogu. The little green guy that... tried to eat you.”

“Oh.” You shuddered at the memory. “It--it’s okay, I guess.”

A pause.

“I can bring you back to your planet, if you’d like. It wouldn’t be too much trouble.”

You considered this, but something was holding you back. “What... who were those guys? What did they want?”

Din sighed. “Imperials. They were looking for me, but they were also occupying any and all territory they could. I hate to say it, kid, but even if I brought you back, I don’t think your home would be much of a home anymore.”

“It was never that much of a home anyway,” you grumbled. You were surprised that you could tell Din was waiting for you to continue. “I mean, it’s just. That green guy was not the first thing to try and eat me.”

“Oh.” Din didn’t know what to say. 

“It’s fine. That’s just... how it is.” A beat of silence. “Are you... are you going to sell me?”

“Sell you?” Din was confused. “Why would I sell you?”

“I--I thought -- that’s what humans do, isn’t it? Especially ones like you.”

Din frowned. That was not something he had thought of. “No. I’m not going to sell you.”

“...so what are you gonna do with me?”

“I...” Din faltered. What was he going to do? He was so focused on getting you to safety that he didn’t calculate the long-term implications. Through his helmet, he stared at you, your eyes shaking and pleading with him for mercy. You looked so small compared to the space around you. So vulnerable. Din felt this pull toward you; that protective instinct that caused him to change his life for Grogu. At least the kid could defend himself. You couldn’t.

“You can stay here, with me,” Din offered. “Until we can find you a place to live. How’s that sound?”

“Really?” This giant didn’t seem like the hospitable type, but he just shrugged. 

“You’ll be safe here,” he assured. “I promise.”

“What about... Groku?”

“Grogu,” he smiled. “I’ll make sure he keeps his distance.”

You could barely believe this was happening. You were nearly eaten, discovered by a human, kidnapped and killed; now, he was not only offering you shelter, but something you’ve never had in your entire life: protection. Even if it was a trap, what did it matter? What would be his motivation for lying? If he was offering you a place to be safe... how could you possibly turn it down? He didn’t have to try and save you from the Imperials, but he did. Maybe he was being sincere.

You tried to hide your smile, but failed. “Y-yeah. I guess I’ll stay here. I’ll... try not to get in your way.”

“...don’t think that’ll be a problem,” Din said. He gently moved his hand to the console in front of him and placed it down, allowing you to jump off. Din marveled at how some of the controls practically towered over you. “Is this okay?”

Once you got your bearings, you slowly turned around and fully took in the beauty of what was in front of you. It took up your entire vision like the most amazing spectacle in the galaxy. You couldn’t believe you hadn’t experienced this before.

“Yeah,” you said, turning back to Din, who failed to suppress a smile of his own. “This is perfect.”

[ifmywishescametrue]

hnnng, could you please do either “you’re sick and you need to rest” or “you could’ve died” for stevetony? Worrying about an SO is a soft spot for me🥺

thank you for sending me this prompt! hope you like it :) (warning for mentions of torture, btw, but nothing graphic)

In that cave in Afghanistan, Tony keeps seeing flashes of things. Moments from life before all of this come to him in between the shocks of electricity when his head is forced underwater, while he’s sputtering and gasping for breath and can’t understand the words being screamed at him. 

He sees Steve more than anything. Sees blue eyes and a bright smile and if he tries hard enough he can almost hear the laugh that comes with it. Sometimes it’s that first day again, with roaming hands and a rush to get off in the bathroom of some party he didn’t want to be at, followed by an easy grin and the promise to do that again sometime. He sees Steve on his couch surrounded by take out containers and the reassurance that absolutely none of it counted as a date. Morning pancakes that supposedly meant nothing, and Steve sneaking under the desk in his office. Pencil scratches on sketch pads that used to wake him up, cold feet pressed against his calves, his favorite muffins from that bakery downtown that used to just appear out of nowhere when he was having a bad day, and the way that Steve would never admit that it was him doing it. 

It’s that last night he remembers the most. He can almost hear the words whispered in the dead of night and remembers the ones he held back, because Tony has never known how to be completely honest. He didn’t know how to say that this casual friends with benefits things was starting to feel less like friends and more like love, but when he lays down with his aching chest and bleeding fingers on the poor excuse for a cot at night, he wishes more than anything that he could have found the words before. 

So he builds the suit and practices the right thing to say for when he makes it out. If he makes it out. If this ridiculous plan of his doesn’t result in him dying somewhere in the middle of the desert, just another body added to the pile of deaths he’s caused. 

He almost doesn’t believe it when he lives. His knees hit the scorching sand, and Rhodey’s arms are right there, and still all he can think about is whether or not Steve mourned at all when they all thought he was dead. 

In the plane, after the hospital at the army base and all the IV lines to fix the three months of dehydration and malnutrition, he works up the nerve to ask about it. 

“Steve,” he starts, voice hoarse enough that he pauses to clear his throat, unwilling to sound so affected. “Is he - did he -” He stops, settling for asking, “Have you talked to him?”

Rhodey leans forward on his elbows, closing some of the distance that the aisle between them created. He pulls out his phone and taps for a moment before turning the screen to face Tony. Steve’s name is at the top, and Rhodey scrolls through the string of messages with enough speed that Tony can’t actually read any of them, but he gets the point anyway.

“This is just the last couple of weeks,” Rhodey says. “Never stopped asking for updates, especially when we found you. Called so much I told him I was going to put a virus on his phone to redirect him to random strangers if he kept it up. He didn’t listen.”

Tony swallows around the lump in his throat and looks away towards the window. 

“We weren’t supposed to be anything,” Tony murmurs, watching the way the sky is fading from orange into blue, clouds obscuring the ocean below them. It’s still a few more hours until California, where he hopes that Steve is still waiting for him. “We said it was nothing.”

Rhodey hums, both noncommittal and suggestive at the same time, and Tony turns his head back to look at him. “What?”

Rhodey shrugs, “I didn’t say anything.”

“But you want to.”

“I don’t spill secrets that aren’t mine to tell.”

Tony’s brow furrows. “What does that even mean?”

“It means he’ll be there when we land, and if you try to pretend that it’s still nothing, I’m putting your ass back on the plane until you find your common sense somewhere.”

Tony bites his lip and shakes his head, staring down at his hands, “I wasn’t going to pretend. I just - I didn’t know if he cared anymore. It’s been a few months, and we weren’t… There was never a promise for commitment. He could’ve found somebody else. Anyone else.”

Rhodey gives him a look, that fondly exasperated one he does so well. “Nice to know you’re still a dumbass.”

It startles a laugh from and makes his abused lungs twinge, but it feels good to laugh again. “Takes more than a few months to knock the dumbass out of me.”

The topic falls away after that, because Tony can’t say what he feels, and Rhodey knows anyway. He switches the conversation over to the start of the baseball season that Tony missed, complaining about the Phillies like Tony’s heard every year since he was fifteen. It’s easy and passes the time until Tony ends up falling asleep for the rest of the flight.

His muscles are stiff and uncomfortable when he wakes with a start a couple of hours later, heart racing and on edge when he doesn’t immediately recognize his surroundings. Rhodey puts a hand on his knee, and Tony jumps initially before calming. It makes Rhodey’s eyes turn sad for a moment, then it’s hidden away again. 

“Come on,” Rhodey says softly, gripping Tony by the elbow of his good arm to help him up. “We’re here.”

There’s still a slight limp in his step when he walks off the plane from bruises and scars that are still healing. He sees Pepper first, with her red hair shining in the sun, but his gaze gets stuck on the person next to her. 

Steve straightens from where he’s leaning against the black car, and Tony wishes he was in better condition so he could run to him. It would have been romantic, he thinks, like something out of one of those movies he’d never even seen before Steve came into his life. There would have been some grand, sweep-him-off-his-feet moment with declarations and pretty words and violins coming from somewhere. 

Instead Steve meets him halfway, with a quivering chin like he might start to cry. There are dark circles under his eyes, and his hair is too long, and his five o’clock shadow is almost an actual beard now. 

He’s the best thing Tony’s ever seen. 

“Hey,” Tony says, because he can’t remember a single one of those things he planned before. 

Steve smiles, and it’s only a little shaky, “Hey yourself.”

Rhodey and Pepper disappear with the shutting of the car door, leaving the two of them standing there in the middle of the empty runway. Steve takes the first step, but Tony takes the second, and then Steve’s chest is beneath his cheek, and his arms are around his shoulders. 

Tony holds on to him like a lifeline, fingers clutched in his t-shirt, and he can feel the warmth of him seeping into his skin. Steve’s hands are all over, as if checking to make sure he’s all actually there and in one piece. 

Steve steps back a little, a small frown on his face. He reaches his hand up to Tony’s chest, and Tony tenses at the first light press against the reactor case.

“What…” Steve trails off, eyes flickering between Tony’s chest and his face, and Tony undoes two of the buttons on his shirt to show him. 

The scars around it are marred and red, with raised edges that serve to make it look even worse than it is. Steve makes a sound like a choked back sob, and Tony grabs his wrist to put his hand on the reactor. It’s a little terrifying to let him touch it, but if there’s anyone he knows would never hurt him, it’s Steve. 

“It’s okay,” Tony murmurs. “It keeps me alive.”

“You could’ve died,” Steve whispers, fingers spreading out over the light of the reactor. “I thought you - I didn’t want to think it, but it was hard not to. Rhodey kept saying that you wouldn’t let yourself go out like that. You’d be all or nothing, and it wasn’t big enough. And Pepper, well, she basically said exactly what did happen. That you’d find a way out. I tried to believe it, too, but I just kept thinking that you could be gone, and we’d never - I’d never get the chance to make this real.”

Tony looks up at him, breath catching in his throat. “I thought about you every day, you know. I almost told you how I felt about you on that last night. Came so close to saying it, but I just -”

“I know,” Steve says, and with his other hand he cups Tony’s cheek. “You don’t have to say it. I already know.”

“Yeah?”

Steve nods, leaning in closer, and his lips brush against Tony’s when he says, “Yeah, sweetheart, I know.”

[headcans-oneshots-and-stuff]

Pretty hair

Warning: None Word count: 1,1k   Summary: A cute wakeup, a gala ahead and a rather hairy problem. Will Batdad be able to handle it? Pairing: Platonic!Toddler!Batsis x Batfam

Requested by a pumpkin-spice Anon: Can you please do a headcanon or oneshot filled with lots of fluff about Bruce Wayne being a good dad and trying to braid a young batsis's hair for a gala? Maybe the batboys try to help? Btw i love your incorrect quotes!!

“Daddy?” a soft voice echoed through the room and Bruce couldn’t help but groan and turn around in his bed. The silk sheets and cover around him were incredibly soft on his skin and lulled him back to sleep. His consciousness slipped back into his dreamless sleep, his breath evening out and his body beginning to go into standby again when the last part of his mind that was still awake registered movement on his bed. The mattress moved below him due to extra weight being added when something came crawling up beside him before stopping in front of his head. A soft touch poked against his cheek, at first just very light and careful, but increasingly getting poke-ier when the man didn’t react to anything. “Daddy? Daddy wake up,” the same voice from earlier spoke, this time louder than before, and Bruce groaned when he realized that his night was definitely cut short. He slowly blinked his eyes open and was greeted with your face almost directly in front of him - he just had to lean forward a bit and he could give you an Eskimo kiss - smiling that innocent cute smile at him. “Hey buttercup,” he mumbled with a tired voice and couldn’t help but let his eyes be closed just for a second more while continuing, “What are you doing up so early? Shouldn’t you still be in dreamland?” Your giggled laugh filled the room and your hands, lying on the arm closest to you, shook him. “But Daddy, it’s already tea time.” With that, his eyes shot open. You didn’t completely understand the concept of time quite yet and instead categorized the times of day by what meal would be closer. Mornings would be Breakfast, Early noon would be lunch, the afternoon became tea time, the evening was Dinner and nights were (thanks to your older siblings) Snacks. It was honestly so cute when you talked with others about your plans for the day, but Bruce couldn’t really relish in that at the moment when he looked over at his alarm only to see that it was - in fact, true to your word - already almost 5 p.m. He sat up and looked around almost panicked. He had come home from patrol at around four in the morning and had made plans to get up at eight again so that he could get some work done before he had to prepare himself and you for the Gala that the family was invited to that evening, and he’d most likely have to help (or rather control) Tim and Damian too. It was only then that he racked his brain about what happened when he went to bed that morning and realized that he had never actually set an alarm for that morning. But why didn’t Alfred wake me? he inwardly asked himself only to groan when he realized that Alfred had told him weeks ago that he had to take that exact day off because he’d meet up with an old friend from England who was in America for a visit. “Daddy?” you asked with your head tilted to the side in confusion, “Are you okay?” Bruce smiled at you and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, “Of course pumpkin, I was just confused why your brothers and sisters didn’t make enough of a mess to wake me up yet.” You shook your head and smiled. “Cassy took me, Dami and Titus to the park because Timmy said you needed your beauty sleep.” “What a Hypocrite,” Bruce whispered to himself while he took you into his arms so that he wouldn’t sweep you off the bed while getting up. “Why is Timmy a Hippo?” “He isn’t, I was just kidding.” He sat you down onto the bed again while he walked over into the bathroom to brush his teeth. “Can we visit mommy today? I found a nice shiny rock in the garden and I wanted to show her,” you asked while kicking your legs a little bit, making Bruce smile at how excited you and Selina could get about shiny stuff. “I’m sorry pumpkin, but we have to go to a Gala tonight. I will take you to mommy tomorrow and we can show her the shiny rock and go eat waffles with Aunt Kate after, okay?” “Okii,” you happily squealed and jumped off the bed to - what Bruce assumed - rush to your room, leaving Bruce to start getting ready, knowing that he’d be the quickest to be finished.

“I don’t wanna,” you pouted and crossed your arms in front of your chest, breaking off the lucky streak that Bruce had somehow had after waking up. Not only hadn’t Tim and Damian not thrown a fit when he had told them to get into their suits and had actually correctly dressed, but you and Cass had actually liked the dress that Bruce had picked for you and didn’t complain about the somewhat fancy shoes that you had to wear. It was almost too good to be true. And then it was. “Why don’t you want to go? We’re all ready to go, aren’t we?” Damian asked, his words had the potential to be quite rude and harsh but spoken to you they were soft and caring. “When mommy goes to parties she always has so pretty hair and I don’t. I want pretty hair too,” you almost sniffled and Bruce had to sigh. He was just way too smitten by this little human that he had helped to make. “Well then,” he picked you up and sat you down onto the backrest of the couch in the living room, “Let’s get to it, won’t we?” “Yay, thank you,” you smiled and started swaying your legs and he stroked his hands through your hair to smooth it out. He turned his face to his children and they immediately recognized the look on his face. The mission look. “Tim, you get the hair ties and pins, I need about three ties, but we’re better on the safe side with four. Damian, somewhere in Y/N’s room should be a bow that is the exact colour of her dress, bring me that. And Cass, darling, could you lend me some of your hairspray? If you don’t have any just steal some out of Stephanie’s old room.” “Sir, yes sir,” Tim sarcastically replied, but all three of them went on their ways to quickly find the items so that they could get your hair finished soon. “Okay pumpkin, I have no idea what I’m doing so I can’t promise anything, but I will do my best.” “That’s fine, I don’t mind it looking funny as long as you made it,” you replied and he could almost hear the smile in your voice. “Then I’m sure I’ll make you proud,” he hummed as he began to braid the top section of your hair to the back.

[darthkruge]

Hello! I'm kinda new to the whole tumblr thing so sorry if this request is bad but I was wondering if maybe you could do an imagine for spencer reid where the reader is Garcia's younger sister and Garcia brings her in to meet the team because it's her first day there. Maybe Reid recognizes her from somewhere and he will not leet it go until he finds out how he knows her? Btw it's totally fine if you don't get to this! :)

Spencer Reid x Reader ~ Piano

Summary: When a new agent joins the BAU, Spencer knows he’s seen them before but literally cannot figure out where. His memory having never failed him before, he doesn’t rest until he figures it out.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral! Reader; Penelope Garcia x Sibling! Reader

Words: 1973

Warnings: A little bit of language, I think that’s all?

A/N: Hey anon!! First off, don’t worry, love! I’m honestly new to this whole tumblr thing too, but I loved this request! I’m sorry I didn’t get to it sooner, life’s been a bit hectic. I made it so the reader is Garcia’s younger sibling instead of sister, I hope you don’t mind. I’m going to try to make writing as gender neutral as possible moving forward. Nothing against you, of course, I know I haven’t specified in past requests and I couldn’t have expected you to know, so don’t worry! That being said, sorry for rambling and I hope you like it :)

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“Hello, everyone! I want you to meet the youngest of the wonderful Garcia children!” Penelope led you into the BAU where you waved a bit stiffly. You weren’t a huge fan of being the center of attention, but you knew your sister loved these introductions.

Looking around, you pieced together the people you knew from Penelope’s stories. You recognized Derek immediately. You assumed from his professional stance that the taller and older dark haired man was Hotch. Logically, that meant Rossi was next to him. And Emily and JJ were the two women, smiling and waving at you encouragingly. You smiled a bit broader, immediately sensing you would be fast friends with them. Finally, your eyes landed on what had to be Spencer. You thought he was quite attractive and, from Penelope’s descriptions, he was also amazing, talented, kind, smart, basically everything you liked. You waved at him but noticed he was almost studying you? You weren’t sure, but felt a bit awkward, confused as to why he seemed friendly to everyone else but wouldn’t even smile at you.

“Umm, hi!” You said, laughing nervously and kind of hoping to disappear. Hotch sensed your discomfort and offered you a kind smile before putting you out of your misery.

“Welcome to the team, L/N. Garcia’s told us wonderful things about you. That being said, we’re just closing up tonight, so you could finish up your paperwork finalizing your transfer into the BAU if you haven’t already and then come in for your first day tomorrow?”

“Okay, thank you, Sir.”

“Goodnight, team”

Everyone echoed the “Goodnight” before filing out of the room. You got into the car with your sister and pulled out of the BAU, reflecting on your past and thinking about the next chapter of your life.

After almost everyone else had left, Spencer was still at his desk, thinking. The certified genius, was, for once, completely at a loss. He couldn’t figure it out. Where had he seen you before? He was currently in the process of mapping out every place he’d gone to over the last few months. Every restaurant, every film festival, every face he saw in passing at crosswalks, through car windows, at coffee stands, and, still, nothing.

“Woah, Pretty Boy, slow down! What’s got you so riled up?” Derek says, walking over to where Spencer was hunched over his notebook, furiously writing.

“I can’t figure it out, I know we’ve met before or I’ve seen them before or something. I just,” Spencer put his head in his hands, eyes starting to burn a bit from the strain of writing and concentrating for so long, “I just know it”

“Seen who before?”

“Y/N, the new agent. They’re so familiar, but for some reason I just can’t figure it out”

“Ohh! Garcia’s their sister, right?”

Spencer nodded and Derek came behind him, seeing the messy timeline and pages of notes scattered around the agent.

“Are you sure you’ve seen them? I mean, we see lots of people on the job. You could have just seen someone who looked like them, you know? And come on, Reid, your memory is, like, insane . If you’d met, you’d have remembered”

“I know, that’s what’s got me so messed up.” Spencer sighed.

“Take a rest, kid. It’s late, get back to it tomorrow. Maybe they’ll visit you in your dreams…” Derek said, wiggling his eyebrows and laughing as he walked away.

Spencer laughed, hoping Derek was right. He’d do anything to get more time with you, even if it was in his subconscious. Honestly, he felt a bit bad. He’d been so caught up in figuring how he knew you that he’d kind of forgotten to actually talk to you. Normally, he’d have caught a new recruit before they left, but he didn’t get the chance with you. After packing up, Spencer went home and continued his search with you on the forefront of his mind.

Meanwhile, you had just gotten back to your sister’s apartment. You had your own place but you were new to the team and felt a bit lonely. Mentally, you didn’t want to be alone at home, too.

“Hey, Pen, what’s up with Reid?” You asked. You were confused, you knew he was quiet but he seemed to be actively ignoring you. Even stranger, you caught him intensely staring at you, as if he was trying to figure something out.

“He’s just shy, Y/N. But he’ll warm up to you, don’t worry! Honestly, I think the both of you would be a pretty good match. If you want, I can do some of my famous matchmaking!”

“Please, noooooo,” You groaned, dragging out the word.

“Come on! I’m great at it!”

“No! Remember last time? I ended up on a blind date with a guy who, within the first three minutes, told me he liked me because he saw similarities between me and his parents!! Then, he proceeded to detail their divorce for the next 45 minutes!”

Penelope was laughing hysterically, “I mean, you did say you liked emotionally available people!”

You grabbed a pillow and threw it at her head, dying in your own fit of laughter.

“Alright, that’s it, I’m going to bed. I can’t be conscious in the same house as you anymore” You say, smiling and jokingly flipping your sister off as you walk away and into the guest room.

Naturally, she returned the gesture.

When Spencer arrived at work the next morning, his eyes were bloodshot, hair was sticking up in a million different directions, and clothes were exceptionally disheveled. Anyone else and you would have thought they had a really bad (or great) one-night stand. Although you weren’t close with him, you just didn’t see him being that type of guy. You laughed a bit as he grimaced, taking a sip of what looked like extremely bitter coffee.

Deciding to try and break the ice, you went over to him. “Long night?”

Spencer’s head shot up. “Uh, yeah, I guess you could say that” He said, laughing a bit.

You smiled. Even though he was awkward, you felt at ease in his company. “I get that, I’ve had a few long nights myself. I love the job, don’t get me wrong, but the way the BAU runs is different from anything else I’ve ever dealt with.”

“Yeah. It can be a bit of an adjustment, but you’ll be fine. You’re doing great. I mean, you arrived early, so I can already assume you’re organized. And your desk is a little messy, leading me to believe you’re a creative person. Your handwriting is quite slanted, too. I recognized it from your entry forms. Did you know that’s a sign of high intelligence? Because your thoughts are moving so quickly, your hand can’t keep up in the “perfect” way, so the letters normally slant and become more sloppy.”

You were mesmerized by him. You could watch him talk for hours, truly. Sure, he wasn’t always graceful, but he was so passionate about everything he talked about. You loved listening to people talk about what they love. The way their eyes light up, it makes the energy surrounding them contagious.

Realizing he had just psychoanalyzed you without permission, Spencer looked at your sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to profile you. It’s sometimes hard to shut off, especially around new people.”

“I get that. It’s okay, I don’t mind.” You said, nodding knowingly.

As you said that, Spencer figured it out. He remembered one time visiting his mother in Vegas and hearing you say those exact words. You were playing the piano, talking to a patient who had just accidentally spilled some water on your sheet music as they took their medicine. “It’s okay, I don’t mind. I was in need of new music, anyway” You had responded, laughing. He was surprised he didn’t immediately recognize you, the beautiful and talented person he’d seen that day. But, it did make sense, in a way. Spencer’s memory is always at its highest and weakest when he’s with his mother. He can remember each of their conversations, verbatim, but everything else fades.

“Spencer? You alright?” He had been kind of spacing out for a few moments and you were afraid you did something wrong.

His attention came back to you and he smiled again, brighter this time. “You play piano.” He stated.

Your breath caught and you let out a small laugh, extremely confused. “Uhh, yeah, I do. I’m sure you’re great, but that seems extreme even for you, Mr. Profiler”

Spencer laughed. “No! I didn’t profile you, I just, I remember you. Las Vegas, March 12th, Psychiatric Hospital, you were playing piano. A patient spilled water on you. I remember you.”

“Oh, right! Ms. Owens! She’s lovely. You were there that day? Well, either that or you just gave yourself up as a damn good stalker”

“No, no, not that,” He said, a shy smile playing on his lips, “My mother’s a patient there, Diana Reid? I’m not sure if you know her.”

“Yeah! She’s quite a character. I always enjoyed playing on days Diana was there.” You reminisced for a second, lost in the memory.

“Were you visiting someone there, too?” He said, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Not exactly. My grandfather was a patient before he passed. He taught me how to play and I kind of just asked the staff if I could volunteer and continue to after he left. They were kind enough to let me. I mean, he always encouraged me to perform and I thought it was a nice way to honor his memory. A few months later I heard from Penelope that there was an opening at the BAU. I moved out, and, well, here I am.” You gestured to yourself, slightly embarrassed after you realized you might have overshared.

Spencer caught onto this, however, and quickly reassured you. “That’s amazing, Y/N. You were amazing when I heard you. I wish I could have heard you play again.”

“Thank you, that’s really sweet, Spencer.” You said, resting your hand atop his, a blush forming in his cheeks at the touch.

“Um, if you don’t have plans. I mean, not to assume you don’t have plans, just if you, you know, happen to not be busy, would you want to maybe get dinner sometime? You don’t have to, of course! I wouldn’t be offended! I just kind of want to get to know you more. If that’s alright with you.” He trailed off, not making eye contact and playing with the buttons on his shirt a bit as he awaited your answer.

Deciding to be bold, you gently turned his face to meet yours and smiled. “I would love to. Tomorrow, pick me up at 8:00?”

“Yeah! Here’s my number, text me your address?”

You smiled and nodded, taking his phone. He took the moment to just look at you. You were truly one of the most breathtaking people he’d ever met. He couldn’t believe he’d just gotten you to agree to go out with him. Even so, he wouldn’t question it. If something in the universe gave this to him, he wouldn’t risk it for a second.

You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek as you slipped the phone back into his hand. As you pulled away, Spencer cupped your cheek and pulled you back in for a kiss. His lips tasted sweet and soft and a sense of serenity washed over you as you stood in the middle of the BAU, kissing him. Everything faded away and quickly came into focus again as he pulled away, far too soon for your liking.

“More of that tomorrow” He whispered, his forehead resting against yours.

You smiled, “That’s fine by me.”

~requests are open~

[dangermousie]

Look at those arms! MMMMM!

You know, I really like Gilina. Or, more correctly, I really like what Gilina represents, both in terms of Crichton’s development and in his feelings for Aeryn. Gilina is Earth Crichton’s dream girl: she is blonde, pretty, sweet, and plucky (she is no push-over). She is also a girl geek, and a techie and for our scientist, that’s quite irresistibly appealing. (Btw, let me take a moment to note how much I like that the show showed us that Crichton had a type in women, B.A. (before Aeryn): they were blonde and sweet and had a certain safe niceness to them. Aeryn is not blonde, not sweet, and not safe at all. And neither is his feeling for her). If Gilina was a girl working for a research institute on Earth and she and John met at some party, I can easily see them talking, dating, falling in love and getting married. And having a happy married life. And the John of ‘PK Tech Girl,’ despite some unpleasant encounters in the Uncharted Territories is still enough of the Earth John to be attracted to Gilina, to be at the very beginning of developing something for her. He is still enough of an innocent, with enough uncomplicated and sweet left in him, for Gilina to be his type. But of course, that is not the case any more when they meet again in ‘Nerve.’ When they meet again, Gilina has had a fairly uneventful PK tech existence. She hasn’t changed much. But she is not Crichton’s type any more. Not after Maldis and finding out firsthand that there are psychopaths that will just enjoy watching you die for the fun of it, not after Crais and finding out that no, if you only explain the truth, it won’t make it better. The person will still want to kill you even if they believe you, even if it’s wrong and irrational, and there is nothing you can do. Not after ‘Jeremiah Crichton’ (my least fave ep of the whole show, but whose theme of Crichton’s long isolation is well taken). Not after finding out the truth about Zhaan, or almost dying out there in space with Aeryn. Not after the mind and soul fuck of ‘A Human Reaction.’   Gilina is not for this John. Not any more. And it’s not just that in the meanwhile he’s ceased to see anyone but Aeryn. It is also that his character has changed. And that is only the beginning. When he meets her in ‘Nerve’ it is pre-Scorpius, pre-Aurora Chair, pre-everything in S2, 3 and 4 (I’d do a list but it would take too long to type). If Gilina met S4 Crichton, she’d freak and run away and rightly so. A digression, but I find it fascinating how John's non-Aeryn women reflect his change. We have his ex-gf on Earth who he was serious enough to apparently want to propose to, before they went their separate career way. She is sort of like Gilina only blander, less engaging (Earth Crichton strikes me as someone who's had things come to him too easily because of his intelligence or what not. His passion (for whatever) was never truly engaged to the full, and the gf reflects that.) There is also Caroline (who we meet in Terra Firma) with whom he had something or other, but she is rather like his Earth-ex and it's clear the Crichton of TF doesn't even have anything to say to her any more. From them, we progress to Gilina (about whom see above). In first half of S2, there is the PK Disruptor. Now, she is a lot more edges, more hardness. If she is like anyone, it's a female version of Bond. And Crichton sleeps with her, because hey, he's tried everything to get Aeryn to admit any interest, he's beaten his head against the rock and he's beaten it and beaten it. But she refused and she's conclusively walked out of his life for good (not even came to see him for the very last time, when he needed her most). And also, girl can kill him, good to stay on her good side. There is no Gilina sweetness in her, at all. PK Tech Girl Crichton would annoy her and be intimidated to be with her, not so much Crichton of that s2 ep arc. But interestingly, that is the last time he even looks at another woman, no matter the circumstances. Once Aeryn and he admit their love to each other at the end of S2/beginning of S3, that is it. Even at the second part of S3, when Aeryn is off with Talyn-Crichton, Moya-Crichton goes deep into his obsession with wormholes, not any girls at all, and he is just as obsessed with Aeryn as ever. Even after the end of S3, the beginning of S4, even after he tells Aeryn "I can trust you with my life. But not my heart" and he locks himself away, he still does not look at anyone else. He cannot. And even the drugs cannot knock her out from his mind. Which is why his last non-Aeryn woman is Grayza, who rapes him while at the same time telling him if he gives her the wormhole stuff she will help him find Aeryn (OMG, that bit is seriously the worst in the whole scene). I think the darker progression of these women-others mirrors the darker and darker universe. OK, digression over.   I find it interesting that in S1 we have a number of people (beings, whatever) whose life is affected, changed by Crichton and who are grateful for that and thank him for changing/opening/saving either explicitly, or it’s implied. But after S1 this slows to a trickle pretty fast and then stops almost entirely. Crichton is such an innately kind person, and one of the saddest things in the show is seeing this kindness leach away under the tortures (literal and figurative) he is subjected to. I find it so sad and so significant that in the S3 finale it’s Aeryn who brings up the fact that the command carrier has a lot of lives which John’s plan might end. Aeryn. Not John. She’s become more compassionate (she, who started out saying ‘I hate that word’) and he’s become much less. These are both reactions to their environment, to events they are in (When they initially meet, she is a product of an individuality-less, soulless scenario. Even if he is wrong in reading her at the very very first in Premiere during intros, he is not wrong in reading her potential, in recognizing she is a person, and even as early as Premiere she proves him right. I also love that for Crichton, she is always her own person, not a preconceived notion of what she should be. He loves her for being Aeryn, not for some idealized being in his head). And yet it is never completely suppressed, it is always there, however muted and downtrodden, however circumscribed. He had to jettison most of it in order to stay sane and to survive, but somewhere deep inside he is still the guy who, in a completely strange world, took the time to fix the eye-stalk of a mechanical critter thingy he didn’t know at all.   And of course, part of the reason he jettisons it is also because whenever he tries to save someone or make it better, it often ends up making the situation worse. I am thinking for example of S3’s lovely ‘Different Destinations’ which turns a beloved sci-fi trope on its head and he has to live with it and he can barely bear it.   And I love how the show never lets us forget the cost this takes on him, that he is not a power-hungry psychopath, a cavalier callous being only caring about his small group of friends. That coda to S4’s ‘We Are So Screwed’ where he is with Aeryn, and he breaks down, and he can’t help it, and he weeps for what he’d done, for what he almost did (and it’s going to be small fry in comparison with PKW) is just brilliant and heartbreaking and one of my favorite bits (and I love that she is there, and she silently comforts him, and he clutches her arm as a lifeline). And that is why I actually liked the drug storyline in S4. After all the stuff that Crichton been through, I am surprised he didn’t end up going on something earlier, just to deal with it all somehow (I love that the show brought up earlier that he has nightmares, feels tremendous guilt, and that was mid S2, I am sure they are much worse now). And it also made sense that when his number 1 obsession, Aeryn, told him to give it up, he did, as he’d pick her over anything. She’s his number 1 drug. Basically, he needs Aeryn desperately. She is what allows him to function, allows him to stay (relatively) sane, what holds him together. When he can’t have her, or doesn’t have her, he falls apart and needs something else to get through the days (wormholes in S3, lakka in S4). I do find it interesting that Crichton keeps his compassion, however tattered, but he develops absolute priorities, as a result of choices he shouldn’t have had to make. Most people don’t really analyze whether they will pick the woman they love or selling one’s soul and giving up something which earlier, to protect, you didn’t give up even when tortured or hunted or broken. They don’t have to. Crichton’s developed rigid priorities are a result of the environment where he had to confront those hierarchies in himself. Crichton’s earlier ‘purity’ and goodness and optimism exist in part because he is a product of a relatively sheltered life (compared to Uncharted Territories). But that early cleanness allows others to see a better or at least a different path for themselves and so they repay the favor later by pulling him out when he is on the brink of succumbing to all these horrors (which really do seem to be scarily disproportionately triggered at him). One of the things I love about Crichton is that even after he’s seen and dealt horrors, he has a certain moral absolutism to him (however broken it gets at times) and a pure refusal to give up, and strength even if only to make the least worst of two bad choices presented to him. Something untainted is always there, maybe a legacy of his initial idealism, and so he never breaks, not permanently, not irreparably, though he comes very very close. Throughout the show, even as that world bends and molds and twists him to its own parameters, he manages to make the world somewhat bend and mold and twist to himself.   Do you know what I really really wish for John and Aeryn and the kid after the end of PKW? A few years of total peace, where they can just travel the space in Moya, and John can do his research, and be with Aeryn and watch their child grow, without having to worry about saving his and their lives every other day.

OK, these are getting epically long omg.

[ghostie-gengar]

Ok so i have had this idea of an AU where N has like an actual known mother for like so long and i just. i have to get it out i need to so here’s a very very watered down version of her story with events that are so unlikely but whatever i just (warning it’s really long despite being a summary so prepared to get smacked with mom lore)

so. Her name is helen and she is a very nice lady. like SUPER NICE like you could break into her house and she’d be like “oh hey :) would you like some cookies i can put on a pot of tea” but also not a doormat. she Would Not hesitate to tell ghetsis off or smack anyone who hurts her kids.

anyways helen and ghetsis met in their mid to late teens, became friends (somehow :/ ghetsis was quite the charismatic young guy i imagine) and got married in their 20s. after a couple years twins!! im sure i don’t need to tell you how that happened. anyways concordia and anthea popped up and they were quite the handful but helen absolutely adored them and ghetsis was just kinda like “ok whatever children”

oh also im not sure if i’ll keep this but helen can sooooort of understand pokemon and N got that ability from her

oh also btw helen and ghetsis formed team plasma together see helen’s idea was to create like a pokemon relief center kinda like a sanctuary idk and ghetsis’ branch of family was kinda like a cult that thought humans and pokemon should be separate and ghetsis wanted to use that for more power and saw helen and was like “i can use this :)” anyways moving on

One day helen and ghetsis were taking a lovely stroll and they came across these young triplets who were homeless and helen was like “mine” so they adopted them and ghetsis twisted it to make it seem like He was the cool one who saved them so they’d listen to him (shadow triad)

this is kinda where team plasma begins to seem more evil and helen is catching on but she’s like “noooo ghetsis wouldn’t do that” (girl you’re wrong)

anyways once concordia and anthea are like eight or nine a little natural harmonia gropius pops up!! and helen is overjoyed cuz like she secretly always wanted six kids and now one two three four five six!!!!

she and ghetsis are also quick to notice how much n looks like ghetsis and ghetsis is mentally like “haha yes mini me >:D”

Then team plasma is very clearly a cult like helen can’t even deny it anymore and she tries to bring it up to ghetstink but he just waves her off like “now now dear don’t be silly” and she’s like >:(

ghetsis starts taking about making n the king of team plasma and helen’s like “well only if he wants to right” and ghetsis is like “no”

he only wants to use N more when he figured out N could understand pokemon cuz like he’d babble to helen’s minccino (oh yeah btw helen has a minccino)

theeeeeeeeeeen helen walks in on ghetsis being mmmmmmmmmmmm not good to concordia and concordia and anthea are both crying and helen is like “DUDE” and makes him sit down and have a serious talk about proper parenting which ghetsis also brushes off

then after a couple of days, concordia and anthea run away and helen is obviously absolutely devastated and she and ghetsis look for weeks. months. And no sign of them. ghetsis is like “well i guess they’re dead nvm then” and helen is like “DUDE” and she looks in the girls’ bedroom and finds a note from the girls that tells her to keep n safe and not to worry about them

after thinking about all the crap stuff ghetsis has done lately helen takes n in the middle of the night and runs. no looking back. bye bye ghetstink :( and life is much better honestly

she lives in that trailer in lostlorn with lil baby n and her plan was to wait for him to be able to walk and fend for himself and then they’d both go look for concordia and anthea but until then peaceful forest life playing with pokemon

And ghetsis upon waking up and seeing his wife and kid is gone he’s very upset. after a few years however he’s walking in like white forest or something and stUmbles upon concordia and anthea and he’s like “frickin sweet man” and snatches them and they are Not Happy but when they get back to the castle and see helen and n are gone? they are So Relieved those two got away even if they had to stay there

Anyways once n was three or four he was fine he could walk and he loved to wander around and make pokemon friends and he’d always come back to the trailer

one day ghetsis was walking through lostlorn for no particular reason and he came across n playing and recognized him immediately and was like “Oh My God No Way” and committed grand theft natural right there on the spot

but before he left he left a note for helen to find that said “did you really think you could hide forever” just to rub salt in the wound

anyways helen is like man it’s getting late i wonder where little natural is and so she gets a pidove to go look for him and the pidove brings back the note and when she sees it. tears. literal tears and sobbing she’s like “oh my god he has him He Has Him” and then she’s like “k you know what? Imma go get him i will go GET my child from this stinky man watch me grab my coat and i will get back the boy and if he has the girls too i’ll take them too and”

and then!! The shadow triad appear in the trailer (they all have names that only helen bothered to learn) and they’re like “hey so we kinda have strict orders from ghetsis that if we see you in the castle or anywhere near team plasma we kinda have to tell ghetsis and he’ll hurt n so maayyybe don’t?”

and helen is like crap. like genuinely there is no good solution cuz if she goes and fails to get the n back ghetsis would hurt n and if she did get the n back ghetsis would hurt the shadow triad and so she’s stuck and she has no choice but to just let everything happen

But!!! This story has a happy ending!!!

so i didn’t mention this cuz my thoughts are all over the place but helen likes to paint and so in order to cope with everything she painted her kids and they’re like really good anyways

N meets her at some point after bw2 cuz he was in lostlorn and it was raining and zoroark ran into her trailer and he was like “zoroark you Cannot Be Here we need to go” and helen walked in and she recognized him immediately like she was internally like holy arceus above that is my son that is my son that is my

but N doesn’t remember her like at all so she doesn’t want to say anything in case she overwhelms him and N is like “i am so sorry for coming in here my zoroark just hey you know what i’ll just leave”

Meanwhile she’s trying not to cry and she’s looking from n to a painting of n she did and she’s like holy arceus and she’s like “nono you can stay for tea until the rain is over”

And n had also noticed the painting and he was like that’s literally me but didn’t want to say anything

So n stays for tea and they have a lovely chat and helen is like this is literally my son and he has no idea who i am and then the rain stops so n leaves and helen is just like. Sad

But then n comes back another day and stays for tea again cuz they kinda became buddies and n is about to leave but he stops. at the doorway and slowly turns around and is like “i feel like i know you from somewhere” and helen is like “???” about to cry again

And you can like see the gears turning in n’s brain and he just freezes. and he looks up. And he’s like “.......mom?”

tears. Everywhere and both of them are sobbing and hugging each other and helen’s like “omg you’re so tall look at you how you’ve grown” and more tears and they literally hug for like hours while helen tells the story and helen was like starting to calm down and n’s like “btw connie and anthy are alive” and she just starts crying again and then they go to the house in driftveil so helen can see the girls and everyone just starts crying the girls are freaking out cuz they never knew what happened to mom and rood was there and crying like “mistress helen you’re alive ma’am” and just. big group hug and the shadow triad probably teleport in there for like five minutes and helen will absolutely not let them go without hugs even if they still work for ghetsis and yeah. that’s the very long summary of n’s mom imagine how long it would have been if i like actually wrote it professionally ok bye

[bubbabobabubbles]

backseat rider

midoriya x gn!reader

slight!uraraka x midoriya

AU!unrequited love

slight angst

oneshot

songfic

WC//

You lived down the block We met for the first time at the bus stop We sat side by side Third seat from the back, we talked the whole ride

"Hi, I'm Uraraka Ochaco! Could I possibly sit here?" I was really happy that the cute boy from down the block said yes. His face got really flushed making his freckles stand out, it was honestly so cute. We were eleven when we met, I really thought that this would become a great love story.

And honestly, it was for a while.

Six years later you bought your first car And you told me to wait outside Then you pulled up and somebody else Was sitting in the passenger's side

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Izu<3

>Hey!! I just got a car and as someone who has best friend privileges I think you should be one of the first people to ride w me.

>What do you think?

ME

< I think I would really enjoy that<3

Izu<3

>Great! I'll come to pick you up then.

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I smiled down at my phone as he texted, picking up my phone I played the playlist I made while thinking of him. It was one of those playlists you send to your lovers or crushes.

Picking out something I thought he would like wasn't hard. There was this shirt that he said looked good on me a while back, sliding that on I also put the bracelet he got me for my birthday on my wrist.

The doorbell rang and I immediately rushed down the stairs a big smile on my face. I could still remember the small smile he wore when he greeted me that day. There was a new ring that I didn't recognize on his hand, he always told me he hated jewellery... I wonder what made hm change his mind.

"You excited? It's been over a year since I got my licence and yet I just bought my own car! At least I don't have to drive my mom's car whenever I need or want to go somewhere anymore..." I didn't even realize it at the time, I always admired the way he smiled when he rambled about the most random things. It was cute.

When we arrived at the car in the driveway I started to walk to the passenger's side but realised it was occupied by someone.

"Oh? Who else is going with us?"

I watched as his smile shined just a little brighter, his eyes lit up in a way he never did when he was with me, and it might just be the heat but I could have sworn his cheeks darkened a shade. "That's (Y/n). They're a good friend of mine. I thought I told you that someone else would be coming with us." He sheepishly laughed, and I realized that that was the reason he was late.

He wasn't even home in the first place...

So I sat in the backseat, it didn't bother me But after five weeks of sitting in silence behind her While you talked of movies I've never seen I realized that's how we used to be But now my best friend is the driver And I'm the backseat rider

"Hi I'm (Y/n)! You must be the very famous Uraraka Ochaco I've been hearing about?" Their smile was bright, it matched his. I went into the backseat but I didn't mind. He would have told me if they were dating right? Izuku tells me everything, but for some reason, I haven't heard anything about them...

Checking my phone I realized that there was a text from him, I guess I was just too busy getting ready to notice.

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Izu

>Oh btw I wanna introduce to you.

>Sho already met them and he approved,, I really think you'll like them:)

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Oh...

Maybe it's my fault Spent summer break away and forgot to call Or maybe you forgot Around this time last summer, we sat in the parking lot

I guess it would make sense for him to make more friends. I couldn't contact the group all summer last summer because of an impromptu trip that my family had taken. We had finally earned enough money to do those kinds of things so I was really excited.

I also remember walking around with him, the late nights we took together, just the two of us. I barely listened to the conversation that seemed just natural between the two, it didn't seem like they needed my input anyway.

"What do you think about it Uraraka? I think you'd really enjoy it from what Zuzu told me about you!" Blinking out of my stupor I blindly nodded with a smile making the person in the passenger seat cheer in success while I watched my crushes eyes soften with pure unadulterated adoration.

And you told me when you got your first car That you and I would go for a drive But now we're here and somebody else Is sitting in the passenger's side

I remember the night we spent in the parking lot that we'd go on the longest trip together, just him and I. Glancing at (Y/n) made me sigh, they were getting along with the group extremely easy almost as if they were made for them.

They fit in perfectly like that last jigsaw piece in a puzzle. It was perfect, the dynamic that Todoroki held with them was amusing to watch even though I wish I had that with my friend. They somehow got him to open up so easily; it wasn't fair.

Even Iida got along with them, I mean it isn't hard but sometimes peoples personalities just don't match up but somehow theirs did.

"Hey, are you okay? You've been quiet this whole time." Izuku's sweet voice startled me out of my trance, quickly smiling while hiding my more than normal flushed weeks I replied, "Oh yeah! I'm all good I'm just...kind of hungry. Yeah..."

I'll give you back the clothes that you used to borrow You dropped me off at home, said you'll see me tomorrow

It was another day I spent third-wheeling with (Y/n) and Izuku and I don't know if I could take it anymore. I was losing him quickly... he was my everything, the only one I've ever loved. I don't want to lose him.

We had already dropped (Y/n) off so it was just us. I asked if we could talk for a minute. I told him that there was a problem. He obviously said okay and that he would help me in whatever way he could.

God, I was so in love with him.

This was my first in the passenger seat. I liked the way I could look at him. His freckles, his smile, his eyes, his hair, everything. I wanted this view for the rest of my life.

"I don't think I can do this anymore."

Those were the first words out of my mouth. I recognized the hoodie that (Y/n) was wearing today, it was his. Over the months I also noticed that they were filling up his social media, I felt as if I was slowly losing my spot in his life.

His expression immediately turned into one of worry, "What do you mean? Are you okay? Is something bothering you, why didn't you say anything sooner?"

Taking a deep breath I gathered my courage before speaking.

"I'm in love with you."

There was a thick silence.

"I've been in love with you since we were eleven when you blushed the first time talking to me on that bus. At first it was a puppy crush but over the years as we've grown together I've just fallen in love with you and I don't think that I can really keep that a secret anymore. I feel like I'm losing my place in your life ever since you introduced (Y/n) to me. It's not like I hate them or anything it's just that everything we do now that I wished would be just for the two of us you always end up finding a way to include (Y/n) in it. It's always (Y/n) this (Y/n) that and I-" I hiccuped, my cheeks felt wet.. why was I crying?

"I don't know if I can stomach watching you fall in love with them when I've been waiting for years." That was it.

I got what I needed to say off my chest, now the ball would be completely in his court now. I just hoped he would choose me.

"I-" He sighed.. why did he sigh? "I'm sorry, I have to think about this... Och-Uraraka. I'll see you tomorrow."

I didn't know how to feel, "What do you need to think about?? It's such a simple answer, I've been here for everything! Why can't you pick me? Choose me? Love me??? I need you Izuku.."

He looked over at me with regret. "I've been in love with (Y/n) for months now. We met last summer, you were gone and I moved on. We click perfectly and I've fallen for them hard. I'm sorry but I can't see you any more than that right now... Maybe in the past when I had feelings for you but not now. I'm sorry.."

Our friendship was never the same after that.

I watched as they grew closer, I felt my heart shatter to a million pieces whenever I saw them together.

Now a year later I see a new post.

He took them on a road trip...

He promised he would do that with me when we were finished with our senior year. But as the year went I watched the two's relationship blossom into something beautiful.

I saw that the two complimented the other perfectly, there was not one major flaw in their relationship. The two were loyal to the other without fault.

Of course, my heart still feels broken. (Y/n) was told, of course, it was to clear up any misconceptions before they started to date. Even after being told that one of his closest friends had feelings for him, they didn't change the way they acted towards me.

It somehow made me feel slightly better about everything.

I guess I wouldn't get him.

That's okay.

I'll just be his backseat rider.

[scarofthewind]

Is it alright if I ask for the Slashers of your choice and their s/o meeting (and basically adopting) a feral child after they protect their s/o from a victim who tried to harm them?

A/N: I am going to do two instead of my many boys because each one is going to be a bit long. Hope you enjoy! BTW THESE ARE VERY LONG!!! Trigger warning (mentions of abuse and pedophilia).

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Brahms Heelshire: “What are you doing?” A soft voice asked from behind you as you tugged your rainboots on. 

“I’m going to the shed. I need to get the shovel so we can plant those flowers out front tomorrow.” Brahms started at you blankly. “What?” You asked.

“Shout if you need anything.” He replied, kissing your forehead. 

You smiled, “Not like you don’t watch me from the windows anyway.” Brahms mumbled under his breath and you pulled the hood to your jacket over your head and walked outside. The cold air greeted you harshly as rain caressed your face. You ducked your head and made your way over the to shed which was a few yards away. 

Trying not to slip in a mud puddle, you neared the brown building and paused in your tracks when you saw that the door was open. You waited to hear something and moved forward when a crash erupted from inside. 

“Hello?” You shouted over the sound of the pouring rain and watched as a face appeared in the door way; crouching near the ground. You stopped and felt your heart nearly stop with fear. Big eyes stared at you as a head full of wild hair tilted to the side, sizing you up. You saw the dainty hands wrap around the side of the door and you let out a breath. The faded blue shirt it wore was nearly torn off and you could see bruises and scratches on the dirtied skin. 

Something in your mind clicked and you put your hands out, slowly moving forward. “Are you lost?” The child made a hissing sound and crouched back to the ground and scooted back inside the shed. 

“Wait-” You put your hands to your ears as the sound of a gun going off near you made you flinch. The ringing in your ears was painful and loud as your eyes watered from the pressure. A man you’d never seen before was yelling and pointing his gun at you. 

“Where’s the kid!? I know you’ve seen him!” The man walked over to you from the side of the shed and forced you to the ground. His back was to the door and you could see the child watching with big eyes. 

“I don’t know any kid! I live here alone!” You said calmly, knowing Brahms would be here any moment. You froze at that realization; Brahms couldn’t fight a man with a gun. 

The man smacked your face with the back of his hand and placed the end of his gun at your chin. “Where’s the fucking kid!” You watched from the corner of your eye as the kid slowly crawled across the grass towards you. Coming up from behind the man, it looked you in the eyes from a few inches away and you realized what was about to happen. 

“I’ll ask you one more time; where’s the k-” The man didn’t get to finish his sentence as the child jumped up and snapped his head back. You rolled out of the way as the gun fired at your previous spot on the ground. 

You watched in horror as the man fell lifeless to the ground and the kid snapped his neck a few more times in different angles to make sure he was dead. You let out a shaky breath and it’s eyes locked with yours, crawling quickly over to you and staring inches away from your face. 

So many questions went through your head and you felt your motherly instincts come through. You watched as the child eyed your face and slowly reached up to touch your cheeks and nose. The boy made a humming sound and it took you a minute to realize it was trying to pronounce something. “M-M-” It tried, and your heart calmed down. “M-m-mommy. Mommy.” It chanted, it’s voice unused but still it held a British accent. 

“Mommy.” You replied and the child smiled briefly before footsteps came your way. 

“What the fuck happened!? What is that!?” Brahms asked angrily and loud, moving toward you too fast for the child’s liking. It growled at Brahms and held your head in its arms, crawling in your lap and pulling your jacket around him. 

“(Y/N)…” Brahms put his hands up to show the kid he meant no harm and you could barely breathe. 

“Brahms, it saved me.” You looked at it as it stared at your lover from inside your jacket, quietly growling. “It’s just a little boy. Not even ten yet.” You spoke softly, careful not to frighten the child. 

Brahms was breathing heavily and he was completely drenched. Sighing, he looked over to the body of the man on the ground. “Jesus. Get inside, take him with you. I’ll deal with this.” He motioned to the house and you stood, taking the kid in your arms and walking back to the house. 

“Mommy. Mommy. Mommy.” He repeated, playing with your hair as you shut the door behind you and went into the kitchen. You set him down in a chair and he crouched in it, looking around the house and watching as you made him a quick sandwich. You put the plate in front of him and he stared at you. 

“You poor thing.” You said softly, taking the food and slowly showing him how to eat it. Eventually, he finished the sandwich off and then proceeded to follow you upstairs as Brahms came in. 

“I’m going to get him cleaned up. Maybe he’s a missing kid and we just don’t recognize him.” You said and Brahms nodded, locking eyes with the kid who tilted his head at him. 

“C’mon.” You said to the boy and he looked up at you and smiled. 

“Mommy. Mommy.” He crawled around the ground in front of you and you made your way into the bathroom. You’d never known how to take care of a child, but you and Brahms had been trying for one so you had been reading up on how to care for one. The bath wasn’t the hardest part. It was cutting and combing the child’s hair and trying to get him into some clothes that were Brahms’ from when he was a kid, was. 

He had beautiful green eyes and light blonde hair that was wavy when dried. You took the child downstairs and watched as it tried to walk normally into the living room. When he saw Brahms, he hit the floor and ran to your legs. “Mommy.” It wined, and your eyes met Brahms’. You knew that look.

“Brahms...”

“We will talk about it when he’s asleep.” He brushed past you and hurried upstairs while you sat by the fire with the kid and slowly let him fall asleep on the couch next to you. 

“We can’t keep him.” Brahms’ voice said as he sat on your other side, staring at the child ho was drooling on the sofa. “He’s wild.”

“So were you.” You snapped. “We can help him.” 

“That man knew who he was. He was looking for him! More people will if he was someone’s child.” Brahms argued quietly. 

“Look at his wrists and ankles and tell me he was loved.” The scars from where the skin had been rubbed off too many times from cuffs were ragged. Brahms sighed and rubbed his face. 

“Brahms we can give this boy the care he needs. If we are good parents with him then maybe when he’s older we can have one of our own.” You pressed, watching as the child nearly rolled off the couch. 

“He’s already attached to you.” Brahms ran a hand through his hair. “Fine.” He caved, and you smiled, leaning up and pressing your lips to his. 

“Mommy...” The child whimpered from behind you, tears forming in his eyes from what you imagined would be a bad dream. Your heart ached and you pulled him up into your lap, wiping his tears and cooing to him. He nuzzled his face into your shoulder and made eye contact with Brahms. One of his hands was against your neck and the other was slowly reaching out towards Brahms’ face. 

You held your breath, watching as his small fingers touched the side of Brahms’ scar. “D-D-Daddy.” He formed the word after a few tries and Brahms felt a smile etch its way onto his face. 

“We’re keeping him.” Brahms nodded and let the child giggle when you did. This was going to be the start of something great.

Norman Bates: You watched from the window of the coffee shop as the little girl across the road sat on the sidewalk with nothing but a torn up dress on. You’d seen her a couple of times before but never thought anything of it; assuming her parents were around somewhere. 

“(Y/N), are you even listening to me?” Norman taped your hand and you looked back at him. 

“Sorry.” You mumbled and tried to focus on his rant about how H.P. Lovecraft was a deeper and darker author than Edgar Allen Poe. Your eyes wandered to the little girl again but she was gone. 

It took three more weeks until you saw her again; standing across the road from the coffee shop but wearing the same dress. She looked more malnourished and wild than she did before. You had come alone to the café this time and ordered an extra loaf of lemon cake just in case. You had questions and your mind raced as you watched her. 

She walked towards an alleyway and you watched as a man approached her, only to disappear in the darkened corner. Your heart leapt into your chest at the horrible thoughts that ran through your head and you got up, practically running out the door. 

“Hey!” You shouted as you went to the entrance of the alleyway, the man had a hold on the girls arm and a disguising look in his eyes. “Get your hands off her you filthy bastard!” You yelled, backing up as he threw her to the ground and turned to you.

“What are you going to do about it doll?” He mocked, adjusting his pants so they weren’t so obvious as what he was about to do. 

“What the hell is wrong with you!” You snapped, pushing past the pig to the girl who was crying on the ground. 

The man grabbed your arm and brought you close to his face; you could smell the alcohol on his breath. “She’s a little girl.” You said.

“Want me to take you instead?” He smirked and you then started to fear. This man had a foot in height on you and was a lot bigger build. 

“I’ll scream.” You warned and the guy frowned. 

“I’ll cut your throat before you do any of that.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade. He didn’t manage to make it to your neck as the little girl took it from his grimy fingers and jumped up, piercing it through his neck. 

Instantly, the man let you go and you waited until he hit the ground before taking the girls arm and running back home. 

As soon as the front door shut, you shouted for Norman. You heard footsteps pounding on the stairs as he came around the corner, a worried look in his eyes. “What happened!?” He asked, reaching your face and cupping it in his hands. 

“I was at the café and I saw the little girl and there was a guy in the alleyway and he almost-” You trembled with anxiety and worry of what just happened. The small child clung to your legs and Norman nearly jumped out of his skin when she tried pushing him away from you. 

“Back!” She yelled, moving in front of you and pointing for Norman to move back. He obliged. 

“(Y/N), what the hell!” He shouted, his eyes not leaving hers. 

“She thinks you’re going to hurt me.” You realized, kneeling down to her level and turning her to face you. “He’s good. Not going to hurt us.” 

“Us?!” Norman asked and you sent him a look that made him shut his mouth. 

The little girl looked at you and nodded, wrapping her arms around your neck and letting you hug her. “Momma.” Her word went straight to your heart and you gave Norman a look that he knew he couldn’t argue with. 

“He was trying to hurt her and then me when I stopped him. He pulled a knife but she killed him with it.” You watched as Norman ran a hand over his face trying to process all that was going on. 

“Did anyone see you?” He asked and you shook your head as the child began to play with your hair. 

“She’s been abandoned, Norman. She has no one.” You smiled at her as she giggled when you poked her cheeks. Norman let out a groan.

“Clean her up. I’ll make dinner and will go into town tomorrow to see if she’s on a missing child poster.” You nodded and carried the girl to the bathroom where you bathed her and brushed her hair from her golden brown eyes. Her strawberry blonde hair was soft to the touch after you brushed the knots out. 

You found some of your old clothes and managed to make a nightgown out of an old shirt. You put her hair in pigtails and went downstairs with her, her hand holding onto your leg the whole time. 

Norman saw her peeking out from behind you and kneeled carefully, looking at her. “Do you have a name?” He asked. The little girl shook her head. 

“Do you know how old you are?” He continued and she looked at her hands before putting up seven fingers. He smiled at her, “Good job.” The little girl smiled and moved towards him.

“Do you know where your parents went?” Norman asked and she paused. You braced yourself for anything that could go wrong. 

“Poppa dead. Momma left.”

“Where did she go?” You asked, the little girl looked at you with tears in her eyes. 

“Store.” Your heart hurt for this girl and you looked at Norman who you could tell felt the same. “This many years.” 

The moment she held up two fingers, you nearly cried. You scooped her up in your arms and let her cry into your chest. “We aren’t leaving her. We aren’t leaving you behind. We will never do that to you.” You told yourself, Norman and the child. That was a promise you made. 

Norman nodded, rubbing your back as he silently agreed, letting the little girl slowly get used to the idea that some men where good and wouldn’t hurt her. 

After a few minutes, you managed to get her to sit down and eat, to which she did without complaint. Norman watched as she scarfed her food down and had to tell her to slow down before she choked herself. 

“Play!” She said as soon as you were done eating. Norman placed the dishes in the sink and all of you went into the living room. An hour passed of Norman lifting her up and flying her around the room like an airplane, she finally fell asleep. 

You pulled a blanket over her sleeping form and you made a palette ready for you on the floor next to the bed she was in. “Just for tonight. Until she is certain we aren’t leaving her.” You told Norman as he watched you from the doorway. Nodding, he came over and hugged you.

“What a wild day.” You sighed and he chuckled, kissing you softly. 

“I love you. This is going to be good for us.” Norman said quietly, looking at the small girl who started to whine. 

“Momma.” She called, sitting up a bit, waking up. 

“Stay with us?” You asked Norman as you cooed her back to sleep and made yourself comfy on the floor next to her. Norman nodded, turning the light off and moved to the floor, laying next to you and the new child he would soon call his daughter. 

[dirt-cup-draco]

Cedric x Reader- Mistaken Adoration

Zhi! can i request cedric x reader and smth with a love potion? sorry it's pretty vague 😅 i am IN LOVE with ur writing btw 💖

It was inevitable, falling in love with Cedric Diggory. His sharp jaw, his observant eyes, his wicked body. You withheld a giggle as you watched him during quidditch practice. You were his friend, not just some fangirl. And that’s what made what you felt real. You knew he was more than his looks, that was just a bonus. Cedric wasn’t an airhead or naive but he saw the best in people and he was a legitimately good guy. 

After all, you’d been without a friend on your train ride to Hogwarts and Cedric had been the one to poke his head into your passenger cart and ask if any of the seats were taken. Part of you thought he might’ve known that you weren’t waiting on anyone. Cedric seemed to be in tune with everything going on around him. He had a big heart and open arms for everyone and you were certain that was why everyone adored him so. You wondered then why he was so blind to your affections.

“Alright then Y/N?” Cedric greeted as you met him after his practice finished. He was quick to throw his arm over your shoulder and you leaned in to him without hesitation. Under his arm had been a familiar place to be lately and it stirred up the butterflies in your stomach that you wished had stayed dormant. You couldn’t fight the blush that bloomed on your cheeks as you hung your head low, dodging his gaze.

“Was until you rubbed all your sweat on me,” You jested, ducking underneath his arm as Cedric barked out a dizzying laugh. You loved his laugh. You smiled to yourself and Cedric playfully bumped his shoulder into yours. 

“You going to tell me why you’re head is in the clouds?” Cedric asked and you stared at him in shock. The man always knew your slightest mood changes, when you were feeling up or down or somewhere in between. He knew when your mind was racing and when you were feeling pleasantly thoughtless. He knew when you needed a hug and when you’d punch him if he got too close. So surely, it wasn’t too hard to imagine that he knew your feelings. Right? 

“Only if you can guess, Diggory,” You winked at him and strolled a few steps forward to try and wipe the giddy smile off of your face before he saw it. You were trying to flirt, was this flirting? You two had been playful since your friendship started and it was getting hard to distinguish between your jokes and your flirtations. 

“Zacharias?” He tried, nodding to his chaser who was a few paces away. 

You snorted and nearly tripped over your feet, having to pause to let out a loud laugh. “Oh Cedric, my dear, you could not be more wrong,” 

“Not a Hufflepuff then, got it,” Cedric pretended to look thoughtful but you saw his lips twitch into a silly smile. Despite his prodding and teasing, you were beaming bright. Was he trying to find out what, or rather who, was on your mind because he wanted to be that person? 

You shrugged, lip tugged between your teeth. “I didn’t say that,” 

“Vague today, aren’t we?” Cedric lamented and you sent him another innocent shrug before you split from his side so he could go clean up before dinner. 

“Alright, see you tonight then,” Cedric shook his head laughing, as you were already halfway across the hallway with no chance of hear his quiet muttering. You were a curious one. 

--

“Later” meant the party that the Ravenclaws were throwing. The kids who were interested in getting some rest were already tucked away in their dorms. Some were awake with fiction books open, others with textbooks. The other handful of Ravenclaws, the artists and poets and the geniuses who procrastinated, were currently throwing a party to avoid the fact that Snape was supposedly giving everyone a popquiz the following day. 

Cedric had been quick to tell you that you ought to come knowing full well there was some excuse already halfway out of your mouth. Last time you’d gone to a party you’d had a bit too much firewhiskey to impress a certain Hufflepuff. You’d kissed the wrong boy (probably for the better), and gotten sick all over some sixth year’s shoes. Ever since then, you’d stayed shy from any type of party.

But he was looking at you like that and you couldn’t possibly say no. “Alright, I won’t make you beg,” You’d teased, pretending to be put out but buzzing with delight and some trepidation. You knew you could contain yourself this time but that didn’t mean that you wouldn’t somehow make a fool of yourself. 

“Oh hello Y/N,” Came Luna’s whispy voice, “You’re look particularly orange today,” 

You giggled as you pulled the girl to you in a quick hug. “Thank you?” You tried not to sound confused and she didn’t seem to notice. From speaking with Ginny, you were pretty sure that meant you looked...cheerful? Or it could mean you looked sick, you couldn’t quite remember. Luna was darling, if a bit confusing. 

Cedric was off around the corner, another kid tucked underneath his arm as he ruffled their hair. His smile was bright as always and your stomach flipped. You were pulled from your staring as a girl gripped your elbow lightly. Turning to her, you recognized her as a girl in Cedric’s house. Tamsin Applebee, if you weren’t mistaken.

 “Hey, could you give this to Cedric for me?” She extended a cup of what looked to be firewhisky yet there seemed to be a pearly sheen to it. You must be seeing things.

You were tired of girls trying to go through you to get to him. It totally wasn’t jealousy. “Oh I’d love to but-” 

“Thanks!” She cheered, shoving the drink into your hands and then running off to her friends to laugh. You sighed and rolled your eyes. You hoped you didn’t act that oddly around him. 

“Hey Cedric-” You sighed, extending the cup as your friend lit up at the sound of your voice.

“Oh cheers!” He smiled, taking the drink from your hand and throwing it back in one go. “Thanks love, I needed that,” 

“I think I’m going to get going,” You tried to sound convincing. “Too loud,” You smiled but Cedric shook his head, hand gripping your shoulder and shaking you slightly. 

“C’mon it’s just starting!” He swept his stupid, perfect, hair from his eyes and fixed you with an intense look. “Please stay? For me?” 

Your heart jerked around violently but you nodded slowly. “Fine, just to make sure you don’t accidentally hurt yourself seeing as you’re already plastered,” 

“You’re wonderful,” Cedric smiled, pulling you close and pressing a wet kiss to your forehead. You shoved him away and he frowned. 

“Sober up Diggory, I’ll be talking with Luna,” 

--

Cedric felt warmer than usual when the drink you’d given him had settled in his stomach. The room seemed to slow down a bit, the music and voices dimming until your’s was the clearest. It was a shame though, when he watched you walk away and talk to that Ravenclaw girl. 

A frown worked it’s way onto his face. “Don’t get why Y/N can’t just chill with us,” He grumbled and his friends look at him oddly. 

“Why you like her or somethin’?” One joked and laughter rippled through the group. 

Cedric’s eyes were trained on you. The answer that he thought he was going to give was no but as he looked at you, you seemed to glow in the lights of the Ravenclaw’s common room as you smiled and laughed with your friends. Since when had your smile been so pleasant? And had your hair always been so shiny? Cedric swore he could smell your perfume in the air and it made him feel good. 

“What if I do?” He asked and the boys around him gaped with open mouths and bugged eyes. 

“Ced, come off it,” One jabbed his shoulder. 

“I thought you were into Cho?” Another asked. “Keep talking ‘bout Y/N and you might kill your chance,” 

Cedric decided listening to them was the last thing he wanted to do. You looked far more inviting, a lovely tint on your pretty cheeks. As he got closer you looked at him and he wondered when your eyes had begun to shine like stars. Merlin, you’d gotten pretty. 

“Doin’ okay Ced?” You asked out of concern as the boy came stumbling over to you with a wide and somewhat vacant smile on his face. He nodded, his hand reaching up so he could twirl a strand of your hair around his finger. 

“I’m doing wonderfully,” He grinned and he took a step closer. What was that about? 

“Maybe too wonderfully, let’s get you some water,” You said, grabbing his hand. Cedric seemed to have few complaints as he squeezed back. It wasn’t an oddity to hold his hand but it was strange of him to stroke his thumb against your skin. It was tender, caring. It had you in shambles. You shook his hand free.

“Y/N~” Cedric whine indignantly, grabbing your hand again. “Why’d you let go?” 

“You’re drunk,” You pointed out as you shook free again and filled a plastic cup at the bathroom sink. “Now drink,” 

Cedric took the cup from your hands and pressed it to his lips. “Anything for you,” He winked and you would’ve laughed if it hadn’t knocked the air from your lungs. 

“What’d you do to my Cedric,” 

“Oooh, my Cedric, I like that,” Cedric commented, setting the plastic cup down to rest his hand heavy on your hip.  You gulped but couldn’t find it in you to pull away. 

“You do?” You croaked, mouth gone dry and palms sweaty. 

“Course I do,” Was all Cedric had to say as he pulled you closer, hips pressed together as he nudged his nose against yours. His lips were so tantalizingly close that you kicked yourself when you dodged his advance. 

“A-are you serious or are you drunk? Because this isn’t some game to me Ced... I have to know,” You needed to make sure that this wasn’t some mistake, that tomorrow morning he’d avoid you because he’d kissed you when drunk and you’d let him. You couldn’t take advantage of him.

Cedric kept his hands on your hips but gave you the space so that he could look in your eyes and give you a chance to breathe. His eyes were glazed over but he spoke clearly, not wavering on his feet and barely smelling of alcohol. “I’m serious, more than I’ve ever been,” 

It was all you needed to trail your hands up his broad chest and around his neck. His hands flexed on your hips and squeezed you affectionately. You smiled and tangled your fingers in his hair. “Kiss me then,” You asked and Cedric did just that. You whined softly against him and he drank it all up, lips hot against yours. It was everything you’d imagined and so much better. 

“I really like you,” You gasped as he nibbled at your neck. He hummed against your pulse and it spiked considerably as you giggled. 

“Like you too,” He mumbled and you couldn’t have felt higher.

--

Cedric woke when the sun purposefully broke through the blinds to glare into his eyes. He dragged a hand down his face and furrowed his brow trying to remember all of last nights events. He hadn’t even had that much to drink, then you’d given him something and-“Fuck,” He groaned, fingers rubbing against his still swollen lips. 

“You got smashed last night!” Zacharias laughed. “You’d been goin on about Y/N, then we found you two snogging in the Ravenclaw’s bathroom. Dragged you back here,” 

The boy’s interruption into his crisis wasn’t welcomed and he groaned more. “That’s rubbish,” Cedric tried convincing himself. “I wouldn’t do that, didn’t even drink that much,” 

“You got pretty chuffed after Y/N gave you that firewhiskey,” Ernie poked fun and the color drained from Cedric’s face. He wouldn’t have kissed you, well he might have but he hadn’t been planning on it and he hadn’t been drunk despite feeling terrible this morning. He feared the worst as he got up from bed, on a mission to put you in your place.

--

You were beaming as you put your breakfast together that morning, hoping Cedric would be up before noon so you could catch him before you had to get to classes. You hadn’t gotten the chance to talk last night, his friends had found him and offered to take him back to his dorm and you’d figured it would be best. He had wanted to stay but you knew he needed the rest. 

When Cedric barged into the Great Hall you were a bit surprised to see his barely restrained anger. Once his eyes landed on you, your smile was stolen as that expression darkened. He took long, meaningful strides. 

“Come with me,” Cedric demanded, hand tight around your arm as he tugged you from his seat. “Now.” 

“Cedric-” You began, confused and a bit frightened. You’d never seen him like this before. “What’s wrong?” 

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know,” He scoffed as he pulled you past a group of first years that were entering the great hall. They stared as Cedric continued to drag you. You practically had to jog to keep up with him. You were nearly to Mrs. Sprout’s greenhouse when you planted your feet into the ground.

“Cedric stop! What’s the problem?” 

“You’re my problem!” Cedric roared and you felt small underneath his ferocious look. His cheeks were red from frustration and his chest was heaving with his quick breaths. “I would expect it from anyone else but you... I can’t believe I was so fucking blind!” 

“Ced-” You teared up, confused. Had you done something wrong? You thought that last night had been nice. He’d told you he’d barely had anything to drink so what was wrong? 

“No, no, no!” Cedric laughed bitterly. “You don’t get to cry, you don’t get to act like the victim because that is exactly what you made me! You are just like all of the other girls Y/N... I feel so violated, do you know how that feels? To be manipulated and made to do and say things you don’t mean?” 

“Please, I don’t know what your talking about!” You gasped, trying to hold your tears back at his request but failing miserably. You tried reaching for him but he stepped back, eyes stone cold. 

“Yes you do!” Cedric shouted back. “You betrayed my trust because, why? Because you like me? Guess what Y/N! I will never like you, and no stupid love potion can fix that!” 

You nearly stumbled back with the force of his words. Your heart that was already cracked from his anger was now properly shattered as he brought the hammer back down. I will never like you. I will never like you. I will never like you

“Wait? L-love potion?” You choked out, eyes burning and hands shaking as Cedric stood before you in a similar state except he was full of rage and you were feeling oddly empty. 

Cedric pinched the bridge of his nose, his anger fading but his frustration not lessened any. “How many times do I have to say it? I know what was in that drink you gave me last night,” 

You paled immediately, raising a shaking hand to your lips as you let out a cry. “Oh god,” 

“Yeah...” Cedric scoffed. 

“N-no, you don’t understand,” You sniffled, stomach in knots as you felt like you were going to be sick. “Tamsin handed me that drink to give to you- Oh god, I swear I didn’t know,” 

Cedric paused as your words sunk in. This was Tamsin’s doing? He searched your eyes and he found what he always did when he looked at you: honesty and affection. Yet, the longer he looked at you the more he saw the damage his words had caused. “Y/N-” 

You shook your head, chewing on your lip as your nails dug into your palm. “Don’t worry about it C-C-. Don’t worry about it,” Your voice trembled and you couldn’t meet his eyes. 

“I thought that you- I wouldn’t have yelled if-” Cedric fumbled for words now as he saw you creep back into the same shell he’d found you in when no one had sat by you on the way to Hogwarts. 

“I get, it’s fine. I’m gonna go, yeah?” YOu gave him a weak smile but it wasn’t convincing in the slightest as tears ran down your cheeks. 

It wasn’t fine, you can’t even say my name or give me a proper smile. Cedric wanted to say but the words didn’t exit his mouth fast enough and you were running, actually running, away from him. He knew he’d been terribly cross, but now that the misunderstanding was cleared up shouldn’t you feel better?

And then it hit him. You’d kissed him last night, you’d made sure he was sober enough to know that he wanted to kiss you... Hell, he’d told you he liked you back.I will never like you, and no stupid love potion can fix that. He’d said in his rage. 

Cedric took a shaky breath as he drug his hand down his face. He’d just doubted his best friend, who was apparently interested in him, and broken her heart completely. How could he get out of this one?

--

You’d never felt more low, you realized as you bolted past Cedric without waiting for a response. You weren’t sure what hurt more, that he thought you’d take advantage of him like that or that he had said the words you’d been anticipating since your feelings first made themselves known. It was heartbreak like you’d never known before and you couldn’t keep from crying even as curious and worried students watched you sprint past them. 

“Alright, Y/N?” Tamsin asked and you halted to fix her with a long and miserable stare.

“I really hope you’re happy with yourself,” You sobbed before shoving past her. You made it to your dorm room and threw yourself on the bed. Classes be damned.

You cried until there was nothing left to cry.

--

Cedric knew you were his best friend. You were always there to watch his quidditch practices and always there to crack a joke. You were there to give him a hug on his bad days and give him a pep talk when he lost a match. You were there to reassure him he’d find someone better when a fling fell through and he worried no one would ever like him for anything other than his looks or popular status. 

Now, you weren’t anywhere. 

It had been a whole month since you’d run from him, sobbing. He’d tried speaking with you since but you ate meals as close to the great hall’s doors as you could so if he approached you could make a quick exit. He hadn’t seen you at a quidditch game once let alone a practice. When you were in classes you sat as far away as you possibly could and didn’t even spare him a glance. 

It would have been bearable if Cedric knew that you were happy, but it was so clear that you weren’t. You looked like you hadn’t slept since he’d blamed you for his foolish teammates “prank”. She’d been suspended from quidditch games for the rest of the school year for fooling around with a love potion but it still didn’t feel like enough of a punishment .She had put Cedric and you in between a rock and hard place and your friendship was dying out because of it. 

Your smiles were so rare now that he found himself replaying memories in all of his sleeping and wide awake hours. Memories of your smiles that could light up a whole room, just because he’d walked in and you’d caught his eye. Memories of you wrapping your arm around his waist whenever he set his arm over your shoulders just so you could give him an affectionate squeeze. Memories of your eyes sparkling because he had complimented your outfit during a trip to Hogsmeade. 

Cedric hadn’t realized how good he’d had it with you until you were gone. All of your warmth had vanished from his life and he felt sick. I will never like you, and no stupid love potion can fix that. The words played in his mind day and night. The words had come from a place of hurt, from a place where he thought maybe you had violated all of his boundaries and given him a love potion.

Cedric now knew you’d never needed a love potion to make him fall for you.

--

You were on autopilot day in and day out. It wasn’t that you didn’t have purpose or friends outside of Cedric but he was your best friend and he added so much to your world that couldn’t be replicated by anyone else. You wanted to move past it, wanted to see a Hufflepuff scarf and not panic, wanted to go to a quidditch game without feeling like you’d been hit in the gut with a bludger, wanted to go to class and not feel like crying just because Cedric fucking Diggory walked in. 

He’d made his feelings for you very clear in the sense that he had none and never would. Anything he’d said to you that night was a lie, his kisses and compliments and praises were all fabricated by the drink Tamnis had spiked. The drink that had ruined the best friendship you’d ever had. 

You were hiding in the library when a charmed airplane floated through the shelves, searching for the person it was meant for. It hovered over you for a moment before nose diving between the pages of the book you were currently trying to hide from reality in. It was so much easier to imagine fictional characters resolving their problems when you couldn’t do the same for yours. Huffing in annoyance you opened the note. In not-so-neat block letters read:

Please come meet me at the Black Lake after dinner.

There was nothing else to it but it made you feel miserable all over again. You knew Cedric’s handwriting from a mile away. It wasn’t so much the note that worried you, it was the contents within that made your chest constrict with discomfort. What could he possibly have to say? It had been a month, a whole god damn miserable month, and now he had something to say? 

Maybe he was finally going to bury your friendship, lay it out in clear words that he didn’t want anything to do with you ever again. You tore the piece of paper into several bits then discarded them into the bin. You’d be a fool to go see him, you’d been a fool to fall in love in the first place. 

--

Dinner had ended nearly an hour ago and Cedric was half frozen out by the Black Lake. The breeze had picked up into a more substantial wind and it chilled him to the core. It might have also had something to do with the fact that you weren’t here. You weren’t here and he really needed you to be, he wanted you to be. 

Everyone had exited the great hall some time ago and he hadn’t seen you enter in the first place. You sat in the spot closest to the great hall’s doors ever since he’d broken your heart but tonight you hadn’t been there. Had his letter even gotten to you? He was positive it had, but that brought up another possibility that riddled him with guilt and remorse. 

It was possible you’d seen it and decided not to come. He hadn’t signed it but you two used to pass notes during class and he hoped you could recognize his hand writing. It was also possible that Cedric couldn’t fix his blunder with a note. 

You might not go to him, but he could go to you. 

Cedric was fueled with determination as he snuck past the prefects monitoring the halls. He was always updated on house entry passwords (it paid being popular) and it was simple enough to enter your common room. What was less simple was explaining to those in your room why they had to leave and why he had to talk to you. 

Despite his worries his feet carried him to your door but his knock was stalled by a voice behind him. “Don’t do it,” 

Turning around he feared it was a prefect but he was much happier to realize it was one of your roommates. “Pardon?” He asked, hand still raised to the door. 

“I said ‘dont do it’, not unless you’re going to fix things,” She said with a sullen glare. 

“You know?” Cedric winced and her resounding scoff didn’t help ease his guilt.

“You two were glued to the hip then suddenly she’s crying herself to sleep every night and you’re nowhere to be seen. That’s all I have to know,” 

“I’m here to fix things I-” Cedric paused, seeing the way your roommate squared their shoulders in a somewhat intimidating stance. “I was a complete git but I’m here to make it better, please just let me have some time alone with her,” 

Cedric wasn’t used to asking for things more than once, he was usually just given things but this was to be expected. What hadn’t been expected was the news that you’d been crying every night for a whole month and he’d been too scared to speak to you. “Please,” He tried again, voice cracking as his stress got to him. 

“Give me five minutes to get the other girls out, but I swear to god Diggory if you hurt her again I’ll send a bludger right into your pretty face.” Ah. Cedric remembered where he knew your roommate from. She was your house’s quidditch captain and beater. That explained her wicked biceps. 

“Thank you,” Cedric sighed but his palms began to sweat. What was he going to say? 

True to her word, she had your other roommates out in five minutes time and now it was his time to make things right. You were curled up under your sheets, shoulders shaking softly as you tried to make no noise. Every few seconds a pitched whimper would leave your lips and your sobs would start anew. 

“Did you get my note?” Cedric decided was the best way to interrupt you but it turned his blood cold when you went instantly silent. Your body stilled completely but then you slowly sat up. You kept your back turned to him but even seeing your hair, the shape of you lit up with a halo of moonlight, was comforting to him. 

“I thought I’d better steer clear, in case you were worried about me slipping you any banned potions again,” Your voice wasn’t bitter. It was empty and cold and it cracked over a cavern in Cedric’s chest. 

“Merlin, Y/N,” Cedric sighed, eyes burning with emotions that were quickly flooding him.He decided to cut to the chase in case he psyched himself out. “If I’d known it wasn’t you I wouldn’t have said any of that,” 

You gave no reply. 

“I’m so sorry, don’t you see that?” Cedric offered. He was prepared to say more when you cut in.

“No. I don’t see that,” Finally you faced him, eyes swollen and red with dark bags underneath. “The person I cared for most, the person I loved, hasn’t spoken to me in a month because they will never like me and no love potion can fix that, right? I am just like all of the others and I scheme and I hurt you and I use you and I’m just so fucking awful, yeah?” You cried out and Cedric moved to stand before your bed but didn’t dare sit beside you yet. He didn’t want to make it worse.

 “I-I” Cedric thought, knowing he had to find his words carefully if he was going to keep you talking. “I’ve been given a love potion before. I meant it when I said it felt like a violation, a betrayal. Truth be told, I don’t think I would have kissed you had I not been given the drink. I felt like I wasn’t in control again and I hated that, so when you seemed the most logical option I took it out on you.,” The truth was bitter in his mouth but it needed to be said. 

“I get that Ced,” You sniffled. “Of course it’s a violation and you shouldn’t have had to go through that. But, I’m hurt that you thought I could ever hurt you like that.” 

“I didn’t know what else to think,” Cedric offered. “You gave me the drink so the love potion made me see you differently. I didn’t stop and think that you had just been used like I had,” 

You wrapped your blankets around you tighter, curling back up against your pillows as you watched Cedric. 

“Please say something?” He begged. 

“What do you want to hear?” You asked, brows furrowed. “You know how I feel, you know that you don’t feel the same. Talking about it wont make it disappear, so lets just agree to never talk about it again,” 

“No,” Cedric found himself saying, crawling on the bed to place a worried hand on your knee. You didn’t pull away. “Because if we don’t talk about this, you aren’t ever going to talk to me again and I cant- I can’t lose you Y/N” 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Bit late for that now, isn’t it?” 

Cedric shook his head, hand squeezing your knee to calm himself. “I don’t want it to be too late. I was stupid and I thought that I could let you go. I thought that it was better if we just cut our losses but that was my guilt telling me to bury the past and forget my negative feelings. I didn’t allow myself to feel guilty until suddenly it was all I could feel. I’ve thought of you every day and night for the past four weeks... I miss you,” 

“You just miss how I treated you,” You snapped, looking away from him.

“I miss you, Y/N. I miss your laugh and your smile and how your arms get swallowed up by the sleeves of my sweater when you put it on. I miss pulling you against me after quidditch practice and having late night study sessions. I miss how you treat me like I’m everyone else, but also that you treat me like I’m someone to be treasured. I miss how we used to be and I miss what we never got to be because I was an absolute git,” 

“W-what does that mean?” You interrupted, feeling as if he had given you whiplash. “It’s easy to say you miss me but how do I know?” 

“Trust me,” Cedric begged softly, hand finding yours and not letting go. You stared at your intertwined fingers, your rebel heart skipping a beat. 

“Like you trusted me?” You had to ask. Maybe it wasn’t fair after his apology, but you needed him to know how hurt you’d been. If he didn’t feel the same, fine, you’d eventually get over it but how could he think you’d ever want to use him and manipulate his feelings? 

“Y/N... I can’t change the past. I may want to, but I can’t. You are my best friend and I royally fucked up when I thought you’d given me the love potion... I want my best friend back and more than that I want you. It's been hell without you love, I didnt realize what you meant to me until I'd ruined my chance,"

You stopped breathing. Cedric looked...honest. Honest and hopeful and like he might cry if you turned him away. He wanted you back in his life and you were trying to process all that that meant.

"Youre an asshole," was all you could think to say.

Cedric nearly laughed at the abruptness of your statement. "Yes, yes I am" He agreed, a frightened smile toying with his lips. You hated those lips almost as much as you missed them.

"Im not going to lie and say my feelings havent changed," You began and Cedrics heart sank.

"I understand," He tried to smile and it was almost painful to see how badly he failed.

"But!" You added, sending him a pointed look. "I care for you Cedric and I understand you were dragged into a real uncomfortable situation by me even if I didnt know what Id done..."

You squeeze his hand, letting your thumb stroke the back of his hand as hed once done to you. It had made you feel so loved even if the love itself had been manufactured and a mistake.

"I need time, I think we both do. We have to learn to be friends again before we can even hope for anything else," you laid down the law before he could get ahead of himself. It seems youd said something right as he lit up like a christmas tree, a bright and wonderful smile on his face.

"I agree," Cedric nodded quickly, then added. "But can I kiss you?"

And for the first time in a month, you laughed. You laughed like it was the only response you could give, like youd just been told the worlds greatest joke, like you had to laugh unless youd cry.

"For how much I love you, sometimes I really hate you," you laughed until tears sprang to the corners of your eyes. Cedric looked sheepish, embarrassed even. It chipped away at some of the ice that had taken over your heart.

"Its late you should get back to your dorm," you advised.

He simply nodded, letting go of your hand as you followed to the door. He felt triumphant and melancholy as he mumbled "Goodnight,"

"Goodnight,"

"Oh and Cedric?" You caught his attention and he turned back to you. You set your hands on his shoulders and you could both feel yourselves relaxing at the contact youd missed for weeks. Standing on your toes, you kissed his cheek and his eyelids fluttered closed when your lips lingered. "Dont stop trying, I'll come around," You advised.

Cedric let you close the door behind him before he could answer but it didnt stop the smile that was spreading onto his face. Things werent perfect, he hasn't expected them to be, but he had his best friend back and maybe on day youd be something more, without the help of a love potion.

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[kzuhadovey]

omg please i beg of you a part 2 of I Love You w Atsumu the amount of times I read it because it was so heart breaking yet just the right amount of yearning of that makes sense. I absolutely loved it 😍

I’m stupid for loving you... aren’t I?

character: miya atsumu x reader

type: angst??? fluff???

warnings: -

song rec: mr loverman - ricky montgomery

click this to read part 1!!

ahhh hello anon!! this is my first ever request, i’m so excited!! this took rlly long for some reason, i’m so scared to disappoint yall with this 😭😭 well here you go, a part 2 to i love you :)

You were doing fairly great after the incident. Life was peaceful, your grades were skyrocketing, you quit the volleyball team and chose to pursue fashion design- life was good. You graduated Inarizaki as one of the best students in your class and first place in the 49th Japan Fashion Design Contest. You could almost remember the feeling of graduating, on stage, receiving your diploma, being cheered on by your friends and family, with a particular blonde boy eye-ing you with adoring eyes.

The after-party was hectic, never-ending drinks, maybe a make-out or two, but overall, you were ecstatic. An interesting thing that happened during the party, was your interaction with Miya Atsumu. He was still as lively as ever, a bright smile on his face wherever he was. Once he saw you that night, a drink in hand and your arm over your friend’s shoulder, a small smile popped on his face. He went still for a second as all the memories rushed back and you spun around. You were sweaty and drunk, but in his eyes, you looked heavenly. You remember glancing at his eyes for a second, he still had that same honey-toned eyes, a slight lovey-dovey look in his eyes. That was the only interaction you had for the night, and what you thought was for the rest of your life. Or so you’d thought.

Life was pretty much hectic after graduation. College, then joining one of the most successful fashion designers, to actually having your own brand. Who knew design could be so stressful? You slump down in your office only to be greeted by more piles of fabric and paperwork. Another load of presentations to investors and other businesses- yet your company seemed to be going nowhere. “Excuse me, your 4 o’clock meeting is here.” Your assistant suddenly says, making you flinch. “Geez- at least knock first.” You say, standing up and fixing your outfit. This client was particularly important to your brand- they had asked for a possibility of sponsorship. It would be groundbreaking to collab with them- a grade-a sports team would be amazing to collab with. You just weren’t expecting for him to be here. 

“Good afternoon, Mister… Shugo?” You say, looking down at a clipboard with all your materials. Shugo was a familiar name- you’ve probably heard it somewhere on the radio. “Y/N?- I-it’s you.” The man says, standing up. You freeze. You knew that voice- it’s gotten much deeper though. His tone is laced with curiosity- it almost felt like a dream. You look up to be met by him. His honey blonde hair was slicked to the side better, a hint of softness in his brown eyes. “Atsumu?” You mutter unknowingly. A sense of nostalgia hit you as your eyes scanned him. He looks older- and he’s surely gotten buffer. It felt like a dream, really. To see your high school crush almost more than 5 years apart. Then it came back. The sequence of events that happened leading up to the fight. It still hurt, of course, but not as much. I suppose you’ve gotten over it. You snap back into reality when Atsumu coughs awkwardly. “I’m supposed to meet- Shugo. Shugo Meian. Wh- what are you doing here?” You mutter out. “Shugo sent me. I didn’t know- this was your company.” Atsumu says, tucking his hands in his pocket with a small smile. He was still as smug as ever. You nod hesitantly- you had to give him the benefit of the doubt though. “Take a seat, Mr. Miya. We should start talking about the offer.” You say, pointing to the sofa behind him. He nods, giving you a small smile. Gosh- his smile was just as captivating as it did in high school. You feel yourself getting uncomfortable from your own thoughts- after all, you were over him. Right?

“Thank you so much for this opportunity, Mister Miya.” You say, bowing. After around an hour of deliberating and talking, you ended up with a beneficial deal for both of you. Of course, despite your troubles, you stayed professional. It was slightly amusing how Atsumu’s eyes would linger on you- admiring your figure more than a mere business partner would. “I look forward to working with you, Y/N,” Atsumu says, smiling widely. “Hey- uh- do you miss… Suna? and Osamu?” Atsumu asks, a bit hesitant. He’s not sure whether you’d like that because of the incident- but your eyes light up in excitement. “Well, a bit,” That was an understatement, of course. “I assume Osamu became a chef like he always wanted?” You ask curiously. You recall Osamu sharing his dreams of being a chef at lunch, a bright smile on his face every time he thought of it. Atsumu nods and you sigh in relief. “Well- you should catch up with us! Osamu’s finally coming back to town.” Atsumu says- which caught you off guard. Of course, you missed them a lot, but- it would bring back a lot of unpleasant memories. Eh, whatever. Seeing them for a bit wouldn’t hurt. “I mean- sure- but-” “Great! Here’s my number.” Atsumu says, scribbling down his number on a random card. “S-Shugo's number is on there as well- by the way,” Atsumu says, chuckling awkwardly. You nod, taking the card. Would you regret this? I dunno.

That day, you ended up in one of the fanciest nightclubs in town, Energize. It was pretty popular amongst rich people and Atsumu had volunteered to pay for everything anyway. You were seated in a booth, quietly waiting for your ex-teammates. Your heart was beating in anticipation- would they look different? You were sure Osamu still had his signature gray hair and Suna’s soft floofy brown hair. Your main concern was if they would show up or not. It was 15 minutes over what time they agreed, and you were getting hesitant. Was this a mistake? Your mind flashed back to the pile of paperwork and you sighed. You took out your phone, checking your texts.

Y/N This is Atsumu Miya, I presume? Atsumu - High School Y/N!! you texted !! Y/N ヽ(￣▽￣)ノ Are we still meeting up tonight? Atsumu - High School yeah yeah ofc !! suna and osamu already said yes :) Y/N I’m excited to meet them :DD Atsumu - High School they’re excited to meet you too btw u don’t have to be that formal with me lol Y/N Ah, no worries. I like being formal. Where are we meeting up? Atsumu - High School Energize, 8 pm tonight don’t be late :DD Y/N I’ll be there. 

You cringed at some particular parts of your conversations- had you always been this dry? You huff as you look around further, looking for a huddle of boys. There’s no one in sight that looks like them- and with that, you roll your eyes. It was an empty promise anyways- he never meant anything he said anyway. You stuff your phone into your pocket and head off before- you heard something. “Oi Tsumu, where the hell are they? We’ve been looking for them all over the place!” A voice says- Osamu. You would recognize that voice everywhere- were they really that blind? You turn around before being greeted by 3 males, one of them being Atsumu. “Y/N? Is that you?”

The air felt awkward yet soft as you fiddled with your nails. Atsumu had rented out a private booth for the 4 of you, blocking out all the noise and music. You leaned back on your chair, trying to observe your friends. Osamu had darker hair now- with fluffed-up ends. Suna, on the other hand, still has his signature fluffy brown hair, it just has more volume in it. “Osamu, you’re a chef, Atsumu tells me?” You finally speak up, the silence getting overbearing. Osamu’s eyes light up and he puts on a small smile. “Yeah. Osamu’s Onigiris- Doesn’t it sound nice?” Osamu asks excitedly and you nod. “I’m happy for you, Samu.” You slightly cringe- it was too soon to use that nickname. “What about you? What did you end up… becoming?” Suna asks, leaning on his elbow. “I’m a designer now. I own a company- it’s pretty small though.” You say, chuckling. “I knew it. You’ve always been good at drawing and design and… stuff.” Osamu says, a proud smile on his face. You felt a bit comforted by them, a sense of happiness. It felt nice- just to escape reality for a moment and be with your old friends. Atsumu, however, felt a little different. His heart was beating quicker by the second, and you could swear you saw him blush when he saw you. You could say that he was crushing on you.

The loud music was deafening as you made your way through the crowd, hanging on Suna’s shoulder. Everything felt vibrant as you looked around- people dancing, making out, and having fun. It’s been a long time ever since you loosened up and had fun so this was great. Osamu was laughing his head off about something and Atsumu was blabbering about how he was plucking girls from all over the country. After that awkward encounter, Atsumu had volunteered for heavy drinks and well, this was the outcome. “Mmmh- I think I need another drink,” Osamu says, pointing to some chairs. “Yes. Let’s get a few shots- then go home- because I feel like throwing up.” Suna says, a slight smirk playing on his face. “Mister bartender! 4 shots of vodka please!” Atsumu shouts as you all slump against the table. “Yo, Y/N, question… are you single?” Osamu asks as the shots arrive. You nod your head. Your love life so far has been a little boring… just a few hook-ups and dates along the way but no one really stuck. “Ah, you’re the same with Tsumu then!” Osamu says, giggling. Atsumu rolls his eyes and downs the shot in an attempt to push out what Osamu just said. “I mean- ever since you broke up with him, his girlfriend literally broke up with him too- and he never got over you- aFTER 6 YEARS!” Osamu says, chuckling. Atsumu nearly choked on his drink as he processed what Osamu just said- “Excuse me?” You questioned, glaring at Osamu. It takes Osamu a big fat second to realize what he said before a light blush colored his cheeks. “Hey, Suna! Didn’t you say you wanted to check out the toilet earlier?-” Osamu asks suddenly, standing up and picking Suna up by the hoodie. “Wait what?-”

“That was an interesting comment… wasn’t it, Atsumu?” You muttered, downing your shot. Atsumu shoots you a small glare before his cheeks flare in embarrassment. “I mean- Osamu is- a bit correct- I’m still single- but- that wasn’t true, I’m over you- pfft-” Atsumu said, giggling nervously. You chuckled because you’ve noticed that he’s grown more transparent over the years- you can see by the tone of his voice. “Are you sure, Tsumu?” You ask teasingly, leaning in slowly. Atsumu’s eyes widen before downing the rest of his shot. “Y-yes- I’m sure- of course-” Atsumu stutters, a light pink blush on his cheeks. You could just remember that Atsumu did the same thing to you, in high school. The way he made you flutter and smile joyfully- it was amusing. “I’m joking, Atsumu.” You said, giggling as you saw his flustered reaction. “Mmmm- I feel sleepy.” You said as your eyelids feel heavier. “Would you like to go home?” Atsumu asks, fixing your hair a little. He’s grown softer over the years, definitely. Honestly, at first, you’d be very mad at Atsumu if you weren’t drunk, but you were tired. It had been a long day- a small ride home would be okay, right?

“I’m sorry I ended up dragging you to my house.” You said softly, turning on the lights as you stumble into the apartment. Wasted, was the only thing that was right to describe you. Atsumu was right behind you, hoisting your arm up even though he was drunk himself. “No worries Y/N. I wouldn’t want you to stumble over and hit yourself.” Atsumu says as you lay down on the sofa. “Do you want me to get you a cup of water? Some meds, or anything?” Atsumu asks, observing you. You shake your head softly, yawning. “I’ll get you some food, wait here a second,” Atsumu says, standing up. Your head feels heavy against the cushions of the couch- and you feel worn out and tired. “Here you go- some bread, and meds- to avoid headaches,” Atsumu mutters, handing you a pill and a plate of chocolate bread. “Thank you, Tsumu.” You say, starting to eat up the bread. Atsumu’s heart fluttered at your nickname, a visible blush on his cheeks. “Hey, Tsumu, was Osamu really telling the truth? Back at the bar?” You ask softly. You’re currently leaning against Atsumu’s arm, him visibly flustering around your touch. He was definitely caught off guard by your question- a light blush coloring his cheeks. “Yeah. Sure. I guess you could say he was telling the truth.” He chuckles, hoping you wouldn’t kick him off the couch. “Why?”  was the only thing you could say. He sighed softly, sitting you up- a serious conversation, you noted. “I mean… somedays, I just remember how I treated you like shit. How I used you for my own benefit- it’s funny, really, how my feelings have grown over the years. I remember that day, the day you snapped- I was okay with it at first- I saw you as merely a game- but sooner or later I missed you- I missed the way you’d laugh at my cringy jokes, the way you attended every practice I had.” Atsumu mutters, looking down. His tears are threatening to spill and he lets out a breathy chuckle. And it’s so stupid because you can’t love me back. Not after the way, I hurt you and the way you ran off like that- I’m so stupid for loving you… aren’t I?” Atsumu asks. He looks up at you, a small smile playing on his face and he’s on the brink of tears. Back then, he could lie to you so easily- it was as if your feelings didn’t matter to him- but you were surprised to find out that the feelings you had for him… were returned. After all these years, he was willing to give his heart to you. You felt bad for him- of course, he’d think you hate him. You did, really, that day, you cried- you considered moving to another school- but here you were, sitting in front of Atsumu after he had just confessed. “Please say something. I- I won’t be mad if you say you hate me.” Atsumu mutters quietly. You sigh- what do you say?

“Atsumu. Look at me, please?”

He raises his head up to be met by a soft smile. “Tsumu. I don’t hate you, okay?” You say. Even if you’re drunk, your opinion on Atsumu was clear enough. “Yes, I was hurt. You had a girlfriend and you were flirting with me- of course, I was hurt.” You quickly said, looking down. “But I don’t know- you make me feel safe. Even after all those years and I saw you- my feelings all erupted once I saw you. Not gonna lie- it felt shitty- the man who broke my heart stand right then and there.” You gave out a breathy chuckle. Unknowingly, Atsumu was staring right at you with hopeful eyes, hoping for you to say that you loved him back. “Atsumu… I like you, aswell- but I just wanna know if you’re playing games with me. I don’t wanna be some kind of rebound- I don’t wanna raise my hopes up just for you to destroy them.” You muttered softly. “Yes, of course! I- I actually like you this time. You make me so happy, I promise-” Atsumu says, leaping into your arms very suddenly. You yelp at the sudden hug, feeling- inflicted.

“I never got to apologize for my actions- I’m so so sorry- I love you, I love you,” Atsumu mutters into your neck, causing you to giggle. It was amusing- to see Atsumu so flustered over you. “Tsumu. It’s okay, I forgive you.” You mutter softly, petting his hair. Atsumu pulls away, a drunken smile on his face. “C-can I kiss you? I didn’t get a chance to last time…” Atsumu asks slowly, a red blush on his face. You giggle softly- goddamn if he wasn’t cute. “Okay, you can kiss m-” You say slowly, before being interrupted by Atsumu’s lips on yours. His lips are sweet tang against your tongue, and his breath is warm and messy against your lips. You’ve dreamt of this moment since you first laid your eyes on him- his lips against yours, and you’re both a warm ball of happiness. Another life came quicker than expected for Atsumu, but he wasn’t complaining. He got to be with you anyways.

[youralternantpersonality]

Why My Dear Friend

Warning: Remember, the imprints are all the same age as one another. NO PEDOPHILIA IS EVER USED IN MY STORIES. The wolves don't age until they give up their ability to shift. So essentially, Embry will be immortal since Y/n is immortal too.

BTW: I realized a while ago, Rachel was in college in Twilight, but she imprinted on Paul, who was 15. What the fuck Stephanie…. you know what…please enjoy.

Comment if you want to be tagged in the next one. 

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Y/n POV

It wasn't long after that, Sam called Carlisle to meet at the treaty line. It didn't take a Neuroscientist to figure out why we're having the meeting. The look on everyone's faces and how it directed towards me made me worry even more.

"Should I know something before we head down there?" I asked tensely.

"Yes. There is a treaty in place between the wolves and us. They're our natural-born enemy. They protect the Reservation from our kind. They have the right to kill us if we pass the treaty line or any other vampire, for that matter. And if we slip up even once, it's a death sentence for us." Carlisle said. "It would be best that we keep calm and cool composure. Just explain everything, and hopefully, there won't be too much damage." I nod my head, and we head outside. There was a howl in the distance—a painful one.

Not long afterward, we come upon a clearing, and the wolves are already there. I notice the three wolves that were there the night Vanity and Leo kidnapped me. The big black wolf was in front of the other two in addition to five other ones. I recognize Jake, but I don't know who the rest are. Once we stop, I get a good look at them, and one of them starts backing away, ears flop downwards, and head lowers. Deflated, I assume. The black wolf snaps at him and turns back towards us, specifically, me.

"Good evening. I believe we all know why we're here." Carlisle starts.

"Sam wants to know what happened. And how did we find her." Edward says, looking at the black wolf. Everyone turns towards me, and I step up.

"Hey. Um, well, I guess three of you know since you were there that night. But essentially, I was kidnapped by two vampires. Eventually, and unfortunately, I was thrown over the cliff and into rough waters. According to Vanity—the girl vampire—I went into shock and drowned. But while underwater, before my heart could stop, she changed me. We made it to shore on First Beach, and she did CPR, then continue to try to change me—biting major arteries—then proceed to head upwards to Canada somehow. Obviously, the change was a success, but it was painful.

"From there, I was in Canada with Vanity. I have a good amount of control over my thirst. I honestly never really thought about animal blood, to be honest. I would only go after criminals, pedophiles, abusive people, and murderers—basically, those who are the scum of the earth. The best ones were sex-traffickers, although I didn't really eat them; I just slaughtered them and tipped off the FBI or police in the area about them. Sorry, off-topic. But I went to Italy, where Vanity met her mate, and I met up with Alice, Edward, and Bella. Then we flew back here, and now we're here." I said. It was quiet after I finished. The wolf, who looked like he had an emotional breakdown, slowly backed away and into the wooded area.

I looked at the other ones and felt a familiarity with them. Something about them reminded me of my friends on the Reservation. I think back to when Jake changed into the wolf and looked back at all of them in shock. I was even more surprised when my eyes couldn't leave a particular wolf. I was locked in with this one. I started to feel lightheaded and excited. I began to feel happy, and like I was on cloud 9. We both looked at each other until someone came from behind the bushes.

"Jared," I said. I didn't know if I was supposed to be surprised or not. We just stared at one another until one made the first move to look away or say something. He looked away and shook his head to the ground.

"Why did you come back?" he asked in a whisper.

"I wasn't going to. Or at least, I wasn't going to yet. But after running into Alice, Edward, and Bella, something just told me to follow them." I shrug my shoulders. He looked at me and narrowed his eyes.

"You say it like it's the most obvious thing in the world. You should've just stayed away. For good." He says with anger in his voice but in his eyes screamed pain.

"Something told me to come back to Forks, Jared. You know more than anyone that it's best to listen to your gut. In my case, something strong told me to. Plus, I thought you'd be happy to see me instead of five years down the line someone finds my body washed up on a beach or floating in the ocean somewhere missing a leg with my brain oozing out." I said with a little force in my voice.

"Gruesome." Emmitt says behind me, followed by an "Ouch Rosie" from a pop in the head. Jared starts pacing back and forth, trying to calm himself. He stops and shakes his head.

"I can't even look at you anymore, Y/n. Now that you're a leech!" he yells.

"A leech! Are you kidding me, Jared!? Did you think I chose this!?" I asked, now fuming. "I don't know if you were paying attention but didn't choose this life, Jared. It happened, and now I'm living it." I say, swinging my arms around.

"Yeah, well, I rather have to burry you than to have you like this!" he says. It's quiet, and everyone just looks at him.

"Yeah? Then I guess you should have done your job and fucking saved me. DO NOT blame me because YOU failed to SAVE me!" I smirk, "Technically, this is your fault. You dug your grave; now, you can sleep in it." Everyone looks at both of us. "Goodbye, Magenta," I said, taking one last look at the grey color wolf before heading back to the Cullen's place.

Jared's POV

I watch as my best friend runs away. Parts of me know that it wasn't her fault. I know that it's my fault for what happened to her. If I could go back in time to the beach, I wouldn't even bother going that day. Her parents would have probably made her leave the house anyway with their arguing, but at least she would've ended back at my place.

I start shaking and shift in front of everyone and run in the opposite direction. Away from the pack, blocking out the screams in my head. I have to get out. I have to leave. I think back to when she initially left for Texas. That was painful, but I knew there was social media and I knew that we could never lose contact with one another.

But when I thought she died. That was different. That was pain that I've never felt before. I'm not going to lie, I did kind of wonder if she was a vampire, and I wondered if I found out that she was, how would I react. But there's a difference between what if's and actuality. In my mind, I trained myself to be OK with it. But I wasn't expecting it to come true now that it is. Am I OK with it? Am I happy to know where and what happened to my sister? Yes. But do I like knowing that she's a fucking leech? FUCK no. But can I do anything about it? No. My emotions are all over the place; my DNA says kill her—including the Cullen's (them first, then her obviously)—but my heart says, she's my Blue. Regardless, she's my best friend.

Her words hit me like a wrecking ball. It didn't help that she also called me Magenta. Fuck! I look at the sky and watch as the rainfall gets harder and wonder what I should do. I lay there in the dirt and rain near the border of Canada and cry.

Embry's POV

Son's of bitches…I fucking imprinted…on Y/n.

She's a vampire.

A fucking vampire.

I imprinted on a vampire.

I imprinted on Y/n… who's a fucking VAMPIRE!

"This day just keeps getting better and better." -Leah

"So, what, we can't do shit now?" -Quil

"If we were able to swim in our wolf form, this would have been a lot easier." -Paul

"Let's head back. Edward, we'll discuss this later. I'll talk to the elders about this…. situation."-Sam. Edward nods his head, and the Cullen's leave. Sam turns to me, and I could do nothing but shake my head and head back to Emily and Sam's place.

Sam tells Emily and Kim what happened, we all can do nothing but comfort Kim. She knows how hard it must be for Jared to lose his best friend. She even told us before that when they were going to get married, Y/n would be his grooms-woman, and he'd be her brides-man. After Y/n's disappearance, Jared was extra, extra protective over Kim. Witnessing firsthand someone getting kidnapped in front of you can trigger something—vampire or not. Everyone then turned to me. I looked away and looked at the rain falling hard just to avoid any questions or eye-contact. Paul broke the silence.

"So, what are you going to do?" he asked, directed towards me. I shrugged my shoulders and continued to avoid their gazes. I'm living a dream, no, fantasy here. The universe grants me one of the few things that I've ever wanted and one of the first things I've wanted since shifting.

Y/n

She's my imprint, the one and only, the reason for my existence. And she's a fucking vampire. What do you do in a situation like this? I can't leave her. Having her away from me will kill me. But after what happened between her and Jared…It really doesn't matter, to be honest. She'd be in my life one way or another. So many options and possibilities available, yet it comes down to one.

Fuck it.

Without a word, I go outside and shift. I head towards the Cullen's to talk to Y/n. Should I wait until everything calms down? Yes. But can I wait until everything calms down? No. As I get closer, I yell to Edward what my intentions are and for him to possibly, let me around Y/n to talk to her. As I come upon the house, I can see her outside. Arms crossed with a deflated look on her face.

"I’m going to fucking kill Jared.” I think to myself. I stop just beyond the tree line and change into some shorts. As I jog up to the porch, Y/n hands me a towel to dry off. Once I get the majority of the water off, we just look at each other. I can see the pain in her eyes and can almost feel every ounce of grief oozing off her. Without even thinking about it, I pull her to me and hug her. She wraps her arms around me and hides her face in my neck. I know if she could cry, she’d be bawling. Hurtful words were passed around—things that had no actual meaning to them was said. Remorse and fault words shared between Jared and Y/n was painful to all of us.

We knew what Jared said was kind of right. He would want her in the ground instead of walking around dead; however, we know that it would be a double-edged sword in either situation. It was at this moment that I answered the question I had earlier. And no, I don’t give a flying fuck what Y/n is. I have always loved her, and in this very second, she needs me just like I would need her if I was in her shoes. Vampire or not, I love her.

Y/n POV

A few days had passed since Jared allowed anyone, besides Kim and his family, to contact him. Seeing me really took a toll on him. I still haven’t talked to him, and he hasn’t said anything back. I feel bad for the words that came out of my mouth, but Embry lets me know that my words were justified by his words said to me.

Finding out that Embry was my mate was both exciting and crazy. I’ve always had feelings for him and was still unsure if he felt the same. Well, now I know he felt the same. We talked about it and tried to see how we were going about this. And, much to Rosalie’s dismay, Embry would be around a lot. Especially since I am adapting to my new diet. A week later, Embry and I are outside relaxing in the back yard when my phone rings from upstairs. Alice, being the weird sister I’ve grown to love, tosses it over the balcony. I look at the caller, and I freeze.

“It’s Jared…” I look up at Embry, and he looks at me. Allowing me to decide. I just watch it until it stops ringing, and not long after, the voicemail notification pops up. I listen to it, and it’s Kim.

“Hey, Y/n. I know this is random, and I don’t fault you if you didn’t want to do this, but could you meet with Jared at the treaty line. I know things were tense, and again, I understand if you don’t want to do this, but if you do…please come to the treaty line. Bring Embry too! OK, well,…bye.” I look up at Embry with questionable eyes. He looks back at me and smiles,

“Whatever you choose, love, I am right here with you.” He says, leaning in kissing my forehead. I look down at my phone and zone in on myself.

“Go…you have to.” the internal voice said. I nod and smile at Embry and get up. He follows, and I tell him that I want to go. He kisses me, and I back away so he can shift. Once he’s done so, we head out. On the way there, I decided to ride Embry’s back. It’s fun, he doesn’t mind, and it helps me ease my nerves. I hide my head in his fur and try to relax into him. I don’t want this to end badly, and I know that he would be there to protect me and defuse the situation if things go south. Embry notifies me that we’re close, and I focus ahead. When we come to the clearing, Jared is there with Jake and Quil in human form. Embry shifts back, and Jared and I just face each other, knowing that there is no danger.

It's quiet as the child-like brother of mine is over an invisible line, almost like in two different universes coming together as one in a matter of a footstep. It doesn’t take long for this to end because, in the future, Jared and I are children at heart. He blinked,

“HA! I WIN!” I say, smiling. He starts laughing.

“Man! That’s only because you don’t need to blink. So, it doesn’t count!” I shake my head and hold out my hand.

“Nope. Pay up! You know the drill.” He rolls his eyes and hands over five dollars. “Thank you, kind sir,” I say, smiling.

“Yeah, yeah. I got you next time. Arm wrestling Y/n/n.” He puts his hand out to shake.

“You’re on, J.” I shake his. And we pull each other in for a quick hug. “I’m sorry. I know you tried to save me from them without trying to hurt me in any way. I don’t fault you. I also understand why you had to leave the group. It sucked, but I understand now.” I say, pulling back.

“I’m sorry for saying that shit to you. It just caught me off guard. When Jake said you were back, I was ecstatic. But then he said you were a vampire, and I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t believe it until I saw it. And seeing it put me in a state of shock. Then hearing how it all happened and what you’ve been through...it frightened me. And if I’m honest, I’d rather have you as a mosquito than not at all.” He says, looking down, but then gets a mischievous look in his eyes.

“But think of all the shit we can pull now! Without getting hurt!” my eyes go wide in excitement, and we start laughing.

“We’re fucked, aren’t we?” Embry asked.

“No, you and Kim are fucked. We’re just bystanders.” Quil says.

“No, we’re safe; you’re going to get the short end of the stick as their test subjects,” Embry says back with a smile. We look at Quil and Jake with a grin.

“Ah, fuck. But wait! Y/n can’t come over to the Reservation!” Jake says as if that mattered.

“Yes, but I, the amazing imprint that I am, can. Just give me instructions, and I will be able to fulfill the task at hand with a video recording the whole thing.” Embry says, smiling. I go up to him and kiss his cheek.

Part 1: Hello My Dear Friend

Part 2: Goodbye My Dear Friend

Part 3: Welcome My Dear Friend

Part 4: Why My Dear Friend

Part 5: End My Dear Friend

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Not sure if it's a rare pair but maybe some #46 fluff with Mahiru/Soda?

Mamma Mia that’s a spicy rarepair! I’m ok with any ship being sent to my inbox, as long as it isn’t on my blacklist.

I was having a lot of trouble getting started, but major props to my pals on discord for helping me come up with a way to start this one. Even if you don’t ship these two, I think you should read this one because it turned out SO GOOD

This is a post-game piece where everyone wakes up, btw and uh it’s angsty for a bit sorry!!!

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Once again, he couldn’t sleep.

They’ve been on the island for months now, and Kazuichi still has trouble sleeping because he’s worried about nightmares and night terrors depriving him

So he slipped a jumpsuit on, tying the sleeves around his waist, shoved his feet into his tennis shoes, and left his cabin to go for a walk.

The island was peaceful at night. He had to get used to that, but it was a welcome change once his brain processed there was no longer any real danger compared to what he and his friends were forced to endure just a few months prior

The salty air wafted its way from the sea to the cabins, refreshing him as he stepped outside.

He took a deep breath and walked toward the pool, thinking maybe he’d just dip his toes in the water for a bit to try and relax.

As he got closer and closer, he saw a figure doing what he already had planned. They sat on the ledge of the pool, legs in the water. But their face was concealed by their hands.

Whoever this was couldn’t see him, so he didn’t want to startle them, and as he approached even further, he could hear they were crying.

Maybe I should just turn around? He thought, They probably just wanna be alone.

As he spun on his toes to reverse course and walk somewhere else, he was stopped in his tracks. “Kazuichi?”

He recognized the voice, and turned back around to face her, “I’m sorry, Mahiru, I’ll leave you alone—“

“No,” she sniffled, “No, it’s fine. You shouldn’t feel like you have to avoid a public place because of me.”

“Are you... okay?”

Well that was a stupid question. She was just crying; of course she wasn’t okay. “I’ll be alright,” she replied, “Don’t worry about me.”

“Hey, um, no offense, but, I don’t wanna just leave you alone like this,” Kazuichi told her, rubbing the back of his neck as he moved next to her, “Lemme at least see you home or something.”

“I appreciate the offer but I don’t need a man to walk me home. I’m perfectly capable,” she insisted as she wiped tears from her eyes

Kazuichi squatted down to get to her eye level, and chose his words carefully. “Well, uh, do you... wanna talk about what’s been upsetting you? I know we aren’t exactly chummy or whatever, but I’ll listen if you need an ear.”

She stated at the waters of the pool as they rippled against the slight movements of her legs. “You... you’re the first person to offer.”

Kazuichi stood back up, kicked off his shoes, and rolled the legs of his jumpsuit up his calves so he could sit next to her. This was the least he could do.

“So what’s up?” He asked

She sighed before speaking, “Don’t mention it to the others?”

She looked at him with pleading eyes for a response. He mimed zipping his lips, making her chuckle, which made him a little relieved.

“Mentally... I’m exhausted. So many of our friends are coming to me for advice, or support, and sometimes I feel like all I’m here for is taking care of them— Mikan and Hiyoko especially. If I had a dollar for every time one of them cried in my arms in my cabin, I’d be rich. It’s constant,” her tears started flowing again, and her words became strained, “I’m dealing with kids who’ve been traumatized without having the chance to process any of my own trauma and no one to go to—“

Her words stopped being comprehensible. She was just sobbing. Instinctively, Kazuichi wrapped an arm around her trembling body, and she, just as instinctively, pressed herself against his chest, and held on tight, letting the tears soak through the undershirt he had on

He never realized just how strong she was. To go through everything that happened to her in the simulation, recover all these terrible memories, and still be able to support her friends when they need her... it’s admirable. But Kazuichi knows you can’t keep your own emotions bottled up. He knows how damaging that can be. So he let her cry. He gently brushed his hand across the cotton sleep shirt she wore, rubbing her back like he was afraid she’d bruise.

Eventually, her crying calmed down. Tears still came, but she was quieter. She wasn’t shaking anymore. She picked her head up to look at him when she spoke, but suddenly forgot what she wanted to say. The moonlight reflecting in the water bounced onto his face, dancing across his sympathetic eyes.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, bringing her out of her momentary trance, his hand still on her back

“A l-little better.”

“Your face is red; that must’ve taken a lot out of you,” he said with concern

Mahiru’s eyes widened, realizing that was not why her face was red, but quickly banished the thought. She just nodded her head and brought her focus back toward the water

“I’m sorry I don’t really have anything to say that could help. I’m not great with this kind of stuff,” he continued stroking her back, and she suddenly tensed feeling how gentle he was

“No, it’s okay. Just having you listen is enough.”

And with sudden conviction, she added “Please promise me you won’t tell the others. They need me—“

Kazuichi used his free hand to bring her face to him so she could look him in the eye. “Hey, you need you, too. You can’t expect to be there for your friends when you haven’t taken care of yourself.”

Her hair grazed his fingers, but he felt it through his entire body, wondering how he suddenly got the gumption to say something right.

“Maybe just hold me a little longer?” She managed to ask

“Y-yeah, sure.”

They faced the horizon, watching the stars twinkle in the sky, feeling the pool water grow warmer against their skin, in each other’s arms, contemplating what this all meant.

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