#when he completely lost control and let his anger and stress take over in the most dangerous way possible .

[elevatortheory]

so fucking crazy that barry is an actual like . war vet . with serious ptsd from having killed someone and obvious severe mental issues that he needed genuine serious help with and the military just kicked him out and sent him off to a hospital and went . well hes not our responsibility . and then the hospital went . well hes not our responsibility either. and they let him go and nobody even bothered to check in on him or to make sure he stayed somewhere to get consistent help or even a therapist or psychiatrist who could understand . so he did something so awful and horrific and he couldnt tell anyone about it and he fell right into the arms of someone who had been waiting and watching for him to be that killing machine since he was 5 years old . and he promised he loved him and he understood and he could help barry use his talent for good . barrys ONLY talent. because hes not good at anything else. he doesnt have hobbies or friends. he has fuches. and he has the ability to kill. and he says he can give barry a purpose and make him feel safe and validated and worth something again and hes the only one who will ever understand or accept or genuinely, truly, love him . so barry accepts it and he loves him too . and he does what he wants because he was trained to follow orders and he was trained to kill and all he wants is to feel like hes doing the right thing and he can make up for what he did, he can redeem himself for killing a civilian, by killing these people who are bad guys. who do bad things. what fuches told him . and he believes that . and hes fuches' responsibility. not the military, not the hospital, not anybody else who might truly understand or want to help him or who might realize that maybe, maybe they could have prevented that . prevented who he is . that maybe its their fault . that they broke a sweet, shy, innocent young man with their tales of glory and adventure and patriotism . that they let an innocent man die in front of his family . the military didnt care about any of that. nobody cared once they decided he was safe enough to be let back into society . once they decided he didnt need their help anymore. only fuches cared. and honestly, it wouldve been better if he didnt.

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Living In A Moment You Would Die For (Part 2 of Dirty Little Secret)

Masterlist

Pairing:Rafe Cameron x pogue!reader

TW:angst, violence, mild abuse (fuck you, Ward), I think thats all

Summary: Rafe hashes it out with Ward, and luckily you show up to save the day.

Word Count:2.2k

A/N:Dark Rafe AND soft Rafe? we love the duality

"Have you lost your fucking mind? Do you have any idea what this is going to do to our image?"

Rafe is standing stoically, an unmoving force as his father's rage whips around him like a hurricane. You both decided it's best for him to address it alone; who knows what Ward would do if you were there. 

On any given day, you could find Rafe cowering before his father; no more than the scared child that has always tried to get out as unscathed as possible. 

However, it seems Rafe's protective instincts over you are the only thing stronger than his fear, and for the first time, he's confronting his father as a man.

Rafe shrugs casually, his hands slotted in his front pockets, as his mouth turns downwards to express disinterest. 

"I don't care."

Rose places her head in her hands, stress consuming her while Ward looks like he's about to explode. 

"What do you mean you don't care? Rafe, you're jeopardizing our position as the most powerful family in Outer Banks. You're threatening our life that I busted my ass to build!"

Ward nearly hits him when he has the gall to smile, Rafe's hand coming up to wipe at the corner of his mouth as he turns away. 

"Your life and position. Not mine. She is my life and future, not you."

Ward is shaking with anger, and for once the tables are turned as Rafe holds control over the situation. He's been at his father's mercy his entire life, completely powerless and unable to make his own choices. 

Now, it's his father that is left floundering, unable to do anything to change the outcome. 

"Rafe, so help me God I will-"

At this Rafe whips around and stalks forward, now mere inches from his father as he glowers down at him. 

"You'll what? The next words out of your mouth better not even resemble a threat or you'll see just how much of a monster you created, Ward. Isn't so fun when you're the one helpless, is it?"

The darkness that he tries so hard to keep at bay is starting to consume him, overtaking his senses and muddling his decision-making skills. He's dangerous when he's like this, but this time he doesn't fight it. 

He lets it take over, his ocean blue irises just a thin rim around his blown-out pupils as he takes ragged breaths. He silently hopes that his father chooses his next words carefully because he's fairly certain if there's even the slightest threat to your safety he'll strangle him. 

He knows for a fact he wouldn't feel the slightest bit of remorse.

"Son-"

Rafe cuts him off, the beast that sleeps inside him wide awake and looking for blood. 

"Don't call me that!" 

His voice booms, so deep it's barely recognizable, and bounces off the walls. Whatever demons lurk under the surface of Ward's practiced composure were passed onto him, and grew tenfold.

He is his father's son, a new and improved lethal force. He inherited Ward's psychotic tendencies, and the patriarch left one thing unaccounted for. 

His son was born with a storm brewing inside of him, yet lacked the love and support to calm it. Years of neglect and mounting pressure amplified the damage, feeding the devil that resides deep in his chest until it ripped its way to freedom. 

A lifetime of corruption and inadequacy is enough to drive someone mad, and Ward has been living inside a guarded bubble, blissfully ignorant to what his only son is capable of. 

It's all crashing down on him now, no longer allowing him the comfort of turning the other cheek. 

"I've begged for help for years. You are not going to take away and ruin the one thing that makes me feel like I'm not a waste of space! I pissed away a year with the love of my life because of you. If it's between you and her, fucking trust me when I say that I will choose her."

His voice is unnervingly quiet now, more akin to a growling animal than a human. Ward swallows, desperately trying to appear unbothered. Deep down he knows the only thing more alarming than a screaming Rafe is a quiet Rafe.

"Try all you want, Rafe. I'm not afraid of you." 

Rafe laughs, and Ward would be lying if he said it didn't send a shiver up his spine.

"You should be. You painted me as the villain before I even knew what the word meant. Maybe it's time I fill those shoes."

Ward blinks a few times, taken aback at the sincerity in his son's voice. 

"I'm your father, Rafe."

The younger Cameron purses his lips and nods, taking a step back. 

"Why do you think you're still alive?"

Ward is struck silent; genuinely at a loss for words as Rafe licks his lips and places a bruising hand on his shoulder.

"Here's what's going to happen. You're going to give us your blessing and stay the fuck out of our relationship. You will be nice to her and welcome her to the family because whether you like it or not, she's going to carry the Cameron name one day."

Against his better judgment, Ward scoffs and shoves his son back. 

"Or what?"

Rafe doesn't retaliate, instead crossing his arms over his chest and shrugging. 

"Or I'll tell Shoupe that you killed Big John."

Ward blanches at the promise and takes a menacing step forward. 

"You wouldn't do that. You're still my child, and you wouldn't dare put me behind bars."

Rafe's gaze is unwavering as he stares directly into his father's eyes, and he nods. 

"Is that gamble you're willing to make?"

Ward's eyes are nearly black now, bearing a striking resemblance to the man in front of him. Like father like son. 

"He wouldn't believe you. No one would."

Normally the statement would cause Rafe to back down; erase any fight he had left in him. He's too far gone now, images of you flashing through his mind. Before he fell in love with you, his family and the promise of inheriting the business were all he had. 

Rafe always thought there was nothing more dangerous than a man with nothing to lose. Now he's intimately aware of the truth; there's nothing more dangerous than a man with something to lose. 

A man with someone to live for, and to protect. That someone is you. 

A man that doesn't fear death will play fast and loose with his life; he'll lie down and accept defeat when backed into a corner because he has no reason to keep going. 

But a man that wants to live? He'll do anything to keep breathing; he'll fight until his knuckles are bloody and bruised, until every fiber of his being begs him to succumb, and then he'll fight some more.

"Then I'll tell John B. How do you think he and his friends will react to finding out Ward Cameron murdered his father in cold blood? Personally, I think they'll want an eye for an eye."

Ward's hand flies up to Rafe's throat, an unrelenting grip restricting his airflow. Glass shatters on the hardwood floor when Rafe shoves him back against the table, his father's neatly pressed cashmere button down crushed between his fingers. 

He's a split second away from connecting his fist to his father's jaw when everything stops. Your saccharine voice floats to his ears and all the chaos, all the violence that has been clawing at his throat and making his knuckles tingle with the desire to be let out, dissipates. 

In an instant, the storm clears and sunshine beams within his soul. The raging wildfire is snuffed out and in its place something even brighter; A love and airy lightness that sets him ablaze in an entirely different way, and fills his lungs with desperately needed oxygen. 

"Baby? What are you doing here?" 

Rafe releases his punishing grip and turns to face you, his hands that are capable of such devastating destruction and usually stained crimson now aching to pull you close. 

Ward's eyebrows pinch together, a look of sheer bewilderment taking over his features as he observes his son's jarring change in demeanor. Rafe's voice is soft as summer rain, a stark contrast to the venom dripping off his tongue just a few seconds ago. 

Your eyes flit between him and his father, taking in the situation as the wheels turn in your head. You figure out what's going on almost immediately; your concerned expression turning to one of understanding. 

You take a tentative step forward, locking eyes with your boyfriend. He knows that you know; his gaze has been set on you since the moment he registered your presence.

That's one thing Rafe has never fully understood; the way you capture his attention in such an alluring manner that he couldn't look away even if the world was exploding around him. 

"You were supposed to meet me twenty minutes ago and you weren't answering your phone. I was worried so I wanted to check on you."

Your voice is calm as you explain, bringing Rafe a comfort only you can provide that he can't quite wrap his head around. 

"I'm sorry, angel. I didn't mean to worry you. We were just wrapping up." 

You nod slowly, still inching forward until you're close enough for Rafe to inhale your intoxicating scent. You stop just short of him and stare up into his eyes, the unwavering adoration ever present in your gaze. 

One of your hands comes up to lay flat on his chest, the other one finding purchase on his cheek; grounding him like an anchor. 

It's such a simple action, and yet it brings his nervous system out of fight or flight and into stability. It never fails to amaze him; the way he never knew what home felt like until he found you. 

It's as if your very existence wraps him in a warm blanket, beckoning him to unclench his taut muscles and lay down his sword. 

Being with you disarms him and it's like your soul reaches out and whispers ' It's okay now. Kick off your shoes, grab a cup of coffee, and come tell me your burdens. Stay a while."

His hand comes up to his face to cover yours and the demon on his shoulder breathes a sigh of relief, exhaling slowly and muttering 'Ah yes, there she is. Our north star on a pitch black night'.

"It's alright, my love."

Your voice is tender, an underlying question lingering that you don't verbalize but rather ask with your eyes. 

Are you okay?

Rafe peers down at you, and you find your answer in the way his cerulean irises twinkle. 

I am now.

You give him a reassuring smile, and he resists the urge to kiss the sides of your mouth where the skin wrinkles so adorably or the corners of your eyes where the muscles crinkle endearingly.

He's almost certain that you shine so bright it casts a glow on him, the warmth and beauty enough to make him fall to his knees and weep. 

He resigned himself to his fate a long time ago; made peace with the fact he's probably going to hell. He figures that's okay because he's never been more sure that he's already experienced heaven here on Earth with you. 

He had told you as such one night, wrapped in your embrace under the twilight. 

"I think it's just my fate to be evil." 

The statement had ripped through you like a shockwave, and you sat up to look at him with such intensity he felt like he had done something wrong.

"It's not your fate, Rafe. It was circumstance. You're not evil, you're hurt and scared. You don't want to be that way, and that's how I know that deep down you're good. Bad people don't care that they're bad."

That was the night he knew he loved you, and the words have echoed in the back of his mind ever since. They come rushing to the forefront at this exact moment, flashing like a neon sign. 

"Since you're done, why don't we go get ice cream?"

He nods eagerly, not paying his father or Rose any mind as he takes your hand and leads you out of the house. You don't press for details; the fine print doesn't really matter anyway. You're here now, the last year of sneaking around and heartache long forgotten. 

Rafe watches out of the corner of his eye as your hair whips around your face and you perform a mini concert in his passenger seat, lost in your own little world. His hand squeezes your thigh periodically, a reminder to himself that you're real and you're his. 

He lets himself exist in the moment, committing the smell of salty sea air and the sound of your singing to memory. 

He feels electrified, acutely aware of the air conditioning blowing on his face and the leather steering wheel gripped in his hand. Being with you makes him feel alive, and he silently wonders what the hell he thought living was before. 

And as he watches you eat your ice cream cone with the cold treat dripping down your chin, he smiles so big that his cheeks ache. Yes, this is what it feels like to live and not just survive. 

[callmelittlebuttercup]

Peace Offerings Pt.6

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader

Series Summary: Joel makes a bad impression on the reader when he cuts in front of her at the radio station in the QZ. Abe, a father figure to her and an informant of Joel’s, informs her that the two have something in common: A brother in Wyoming. Joel reluctantly follows Abe’s wishes when he asks him to take the reader along to help find her brother too. As the journey goes on, she finds that despite his best efforts to make her think so, Joel isn’t a complete asshole, and maybe even a little… attractive?

Series Warnings: Slow burn, Age gap (reader is 34, Joel is 56), 18+ Minors DNI, Sexual Themes, Violence, Injuries (depictions of blood, bruising, broken bones), Cursing, Grumpy!Joel, Minimal depictions of reader's appearance (hair color/length.)

Chapter Warnings: Creepy men (raiders) & Attempted SA (NOT Joel dw <3)

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Part Six

Joel and I dug graves for the boys right next to each other in the field behind the motel. We shoveled and moved the bodies in silence, a soft sniffle escaping from me here and there, but Joel stayed straight faced and silent. Once they were covered and I’d placed the makeshift crosses above them, we’d decided it was time to move on. 

         We’d been on foot for a few miles when we came across a vacant gas station. Joel forced the door open and held his gun up to make sure there weren’t any unwanted surprises. Once the coast was deemed clear I followed him into the dusty shack. The shelves had been mostly picked over except for a few cans and bags of things here and there. The most important thing I’d found was an old box of tampons. “Score.” I celebrated under my breath before shoving them into my bag. I had lost track of my period with all of the stress of the journey, but the full ache in my abdomen indicated it was oncoming. 

         Joel and I met at the front of the store again and agreed we’d gotten everything we could before heading back out onto the road. We’d begun walking but stopped in our tracks when we heard what sounded like a wolf whistle. I whipped my head around to see where the sound was coming from, and spotted a hooded man crouching behind an abandoned car. “What do we have here?” Another guy appeared from behind a closer car. “We don’t want any trouble.” Joel said, raising his hands. I copied his movements. “We don’t either, friend. But see, this territory is ours, and we’ve been livin’ off of that gas station for a couple weeks now, so I’d say we have dibs.” The guy said in an obnoxiously condescending tone. Air puffed through my nose as I tried to hold in a mocking laugh. His eyes shot to me, “What’s so funny, sugar?” His tone slightly lowered. I shook my head and kept my eyebrow raised in judgment at him, “Nothing, friend.” He placed his hands on his hips and pushed them towards me, “That’s what I thought. Knew a good lookin’ girl like you’d know not to disrespect a man like me.” I could feel Joel’s anger rising just the same as mine, but I kept cool. “And what kind of a man are you, sir?” I asked before stepping forward, and letting my eyes travel up and down his frame. My tactic of making him insecure was clearly working when he answered, “The kind who ain’t afraid to hit a lady. What with gender equality and all.” I balled my fists up and couldn’t control myself any longer. My knee connected with his crotch, and he doubled over momentarily before grabbing my shoulders and throwing me to the ground. By this time, the other guy that had been hiding had beelined for Joel and the two were in hand to hand combat. I yelped as my back made contact with the hard concrete and the wind was knocked out of me. The man stood above me with a menacing grin. I scrambled to get back to my feet but the heel of his boot was planted on my abdomen. “Look at you. Like a stuck little bird.” He taunted. I tried to roll out from under his foot, but as I turned to my stomach, his arms wrapped around my waist and he lifted me off the ground. I tried to kick and thrash, hoping he would drop me, but his grip was too strong. I heard Joel hollering after him but he was in a chokehold. “Let fucking go of me.” I shouted. “Can’t just yet, baby. Gotta teach you a little lesson about keeping your mouth shut.” He dragged me behind the gas station. A sickening feeling of dread filled my body as I realized what the man’s plan was. He threw me to the ground and kept his body on top of mine. 

          I shrieked and squirmed, trying to make this process as hard as possible for him. He became frustrated and raised his fist before bringing it down into my side. Agonizing pain spread up through my rib cage. My head flew back upon impact and my vision went blurry. I’d begun to accept my fate, but was incredibly relieved when a bullet pierced through the man’s skull and his body dropped to reveal a wild-eyed Joel. He practically ripped the man off of me and knelt down, “Did he-“ I cut him off, “No. Thank you.” I breathed. He let out a breath of relief and helped me to my feet. I winced at the pain in my side, but insisted it was nothing. 

           “Should’ve just let me handle it.” Joel grumbled as we walked off. “Negotiating wastes time. Would’ve been easier just to shoot ‘em.” I argued. “Wasn’t wasting ammo over some hicks. Next time, you let me do the talkin’.” He said sternly. “Not like you were the one who ended up behind a gas station getting your clothes torn off.” I mumbled angrily. “Again, wouldn’t have happened if you’d just kept your goddamn mouth shut.” Joel turned and stood, causing me to almost run into him. “You’re just like them.” I grunted. “Excuse me?” He said, his eyes squinting with astonishment. “You think of me as a small, weak thing. Just like they do. Telling me to shut my mouth, to obey you, and follow your lead.” I said, my voice wavering as tears of frustration threatened to fall. He breathed deeply through his nose and pressed his lips together, “Don’t you ever say that. I have done everything in my power to keep you alive and be respectful towards you.” He seethed. “Respectful?” I questioned, my voice filled with disbelief, “Telling me to shut my mouth is respectful? Barely talking to me and treating me like a piece of cargo is respectful?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I didn’t have to take you with me on this trip. I could have damn well told Abe to fuck off and gone off on my own. Would have been a hell of a lot easier, but I chose to do the right thing for once. All I asked was for you to follow my direction so we don’t get ourselves killed. I’m already doing my part. I don’t owe you friendly conversation, or emotional support.” He lamented. I stood there staring at him, “You’re right. I’m sorry for experiencing all of that shit and having a human reaction to it. I’m sorry I haven’t yet become jaded and calloused by the shitstorm that the world is like you have. But just like no one forced you to bring me with you, no one is forcing you to be my emotional support. You could have left me sobbing on the ground, I would have snapped out of it at some point, but you chose to comfort me. As for friendly conversation, we’re spending months together. Would it be such a bad thing to build some kind of trust? I promise I’m not trying to be a burden, or to cause more issues. I’m trying to get to my brother just like you are. It’s not my fault shit keeps happening to us.” He kept his eyes on the ground, “I know. I didn’t mean to blame you. I just… I was worried he was gonna..” He stumbled over his words. “Well if we’re not getting invested in each other you don’t need to care about that. We agreed to just get out of things alive and move on.” I said sternly before continuing to walk in front of him. I trudged along but my body flew to the ground when my foot got caught on something. “Shit. A trip wire. Get up!” Joel yelled and grabbed my backpack to lift me off the ground. I stumbled, but got to my feet and ran as fast as possible.      

       Trees whizzed past as Joel and I raced through the woods, trying to get whoever was after us off of our trail. “Don’t go straight, zig-zag!” Joel called out as he veered around trees and rocks behind me. The impact of the ground caused the  pain in my ribs to spread across my chest, laboring my breathing even more. Joel must’ve heard my wheezing because he reassured me, “Just a minute more and we’ll probably have cleared ‘em.” I nodded, not having enough air to answer. We came to a clearing and Joel slowed down, leaning over to rest his hands on his knees. I did the same, but as I tried to catch my breath, my vision was blurring again. This time I wasn’t able to shake it, and felt myself collapse to the ground. Joel’s voice calling out my name sounded far away as I lost consciousness. 

I woke up to a figure leaning over me and slapping my face gently. My name fell off of his lips followed by “Stay with me. C’mon.” I blinked, trying to regain my vision. Joel’s face became clear and I looked around. We were in a room. The walls were wooden logs stacked on top of each other, and the familiar musk of a cabin filled my nose. “Where are we?” I asked groggily. Joel handed me my canteen before explaining, “We’re in a cabin. Not far from where you collapsed on me.” I took a swig and put the cap back on while swallowing the warm, yet refreshing liquid. “Damn. I don’t remember walking here.” I grunted as I sat up, my side filling with the same searing pain that had knocked me unconscious. Joel shook his head, “You didn’t.” I shot him a questioning look, “You carried me?” My cheeks reddened at the thought of his arms wrapped around me, bearing my dead weight. I should have been embarrased, but to my dismay, I’d found it the slightest bit attractive. “Yeah. Not far. Just wanted to get us out of sight.” He explained. “Sorry you had to do that. And thank you.” I said. He just nodded and turned his attention to his backpack. “Joel?” His eyes shifted up to look at me again. “I’m sorry I compared you to one of them.” I said sheepishly as I played with the cuffs of my sweatshirt, “You’re nothing like them, and that was a really shitty dig. You’ve done a lot for me already, more than you’ve needed to. So thank you.” He kept his eyes on me and pressed his lips together before giving me a slight nod, then stood up from the side of the bed I was laid on and began to walk towards the door. “You’re still an asshole though, just in a different way.” I teased. He stopped in his tracks and turned to glance at me once more. I swore I saw the corners of his mouth twitch into a smile. “Get some rest.” His gravelly voice commanded before he disappeared into the hallway. I laid my head down onto the soft pillow, and fell asleep with a slight smile on my face. 

I woke up drenched in sweat. The room was darker than before, signifying that it was late into the night. I was pretty sure I’d woken myself up screaming, so I tried to slow the heaving of my chest by taking slower breaths, but the images of my gored brother continued to flash in my mind. I whimpered and smashed my head into my pillow, attempting to beat the irrational fears out of my mind. None of my usual tactics worked, and I realized I wasn’t getting back to sleep, so I painfully sat up and stood up off the bed. I opened the door slowly, avoiding the inevitable creaks from the old hinges. The hallway was dimly lit by the moonlight shining in through a large window at the end of it. It was propped open slightly, and the wind rippled through the thin fabric that was draped across it. I continued to explore the small cabin, and looked for another place to try and clear my thoughts. As I turned a corner, I jumped about four feet off of the ground and screamed bloody murder as I came face to face with a tall figure. “Shhhhhh it’s me.” Joel’s voice pierced through my panicked shrieks and his hands wrapped around my fists that I’d been blindly throwing around. “Fuck, Joel. What are you doing?” I breathed. I was relieved to know it was just him but also pissed that he would sneak up on me like that. “Findin’ out what the fuck you’re doin’.” He snapped back. “I couldn’t sleep. Was just finding a place to clear my mind.” I explained, still catching my breath from the fright. I leaned my back against the wall. “I see. This about Sam and Henry?” He asked. I sighed, “My brother. But I’m sure you don’t want to hear about it.” I said as I pushed up off of the wall and began to walk back towards my room. 

         “I ain’t sleepin’ either.” Joel said, stopping me in my tracks. Another peace offering. “Hmm. Too bad you ain’t keen on friendly conversation.” I said, mocking his southern twang. “Doesn’t have to be friendly. Could just be conversation.” He said in a suggestive tone. That was the first hint of charisma I’d ever experienced from him. It pulled a slight chuckle from my lips, and I subconsciously walked towards him. “You mean you’re willing to engage with me for more than five minutes and about something that’s not a travel plan?” I asked, hiding the excitement in my voice behind sarcasm. “We’ll see how much of it I can take.” He mumbled. We were not only having a casual conversation but were, dare I say, flirting? 

          I plopped into the couch that had been pushed up against the front window of the cabin. Joel sat back into the chair across the room, sipping something from a glass. I perked up, “Is that?” I asked. He nodded and offered me the glass. “Where did you find it?” I asked again as I accepted it from him. “Took a bottle from Bill and Frank’s reserve. The bottle’s gone. It was back in the truck, but I had some left in my flask.” He explained. “Oh… I won’t drink your last few sips then.” I said, holding it out for him to take it back. “Nah… you need it more than me.” He said waving me away with his hand. I hesitated at first, making sure he was serious, and then took a swig. There was about a sip left and I insisted he take it back. He obliged. 

“What makes you think I need it more than you?” I asked, licking the remaining sweetness off of my lips. He thought for a moment, mulling his words around his brain, then spoke, “You were havin’ nightmares.” I nodded. “Bout what?” He asked, his tone staying monotonous so as to not expose his curiosity. I sighed and turned my head, regretting the fact that I’d agreed to talk to him. I’d wanted to continue to throw his words back into his face, but even he was going against his previous statements now. I was breaking him down, brick by brick. 

“It’s a recurring one. My brother getting ripped apart by clickers. It’s the ugliest death possible, so of course my brain would decide it should be the focus of my dreams.” I said sarcastically. Joel just nodded, taking in my words. “I don’t know why that’s the one. I’ve gone through so much other shit that could easily be in my nightmares. Why am I dreaming about that specifically?” I lamented. “Cus that’s the thing you’re most afraid of.” Joel answered, “Simple as that.” I clenched my jaw, “Guess so. What do you dream about?” I asked. He swirled the last sip of the whiskey around in the glass before gulping it down and saying, “Don’t dream much these days.”   

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How the BucciGang COPES 🌦️

Bruno Bucciarati

Coping?

What’s that?

He just puts all of his focus on everyone else.

If he can’t make himself happy, he can definitely make others happy.

A good jazz song and cooking helps.

Even though everyone seems to want to eat out whenever he cooks…

Or going for a fast drive.

Wind through his hair.

And the sea breeze on his face.

Distractions are a must for Bruno.

Focusing on things beyond his control are pointless so he focuses on what he can control.

Even if it feels like what he can control is extremely limited.

Leone Abbacchio

A bottle of wine.

Not that he should indulge in drinking when upset.

Music and gardening helps, though.

He will join Bruno on his chaotic car drives.

Solitude is what Leone thinks helps.

But that’s not actually what helps him.

Being around others makes his days a bit more bearable.

Also completing tasks.

Something about that smile Bruno gives when he completes a task given by him…

He also just enjoys hearing the rest of the gang laughing and joking around.

He needs to be around positive people because he gets too caught up in his own thoughts when he’s alone.

Pannacotta Fugo

Books.

Getting lost in the pages helps when he’s feeling like he’s ready to burst with anger.

Nature walks help, too.

Also likes to focus on what he can control.

But gets upset when things don’t always work out how he meticulously planned it.

Rage rooms do not help.

They just make him angrier.

He leaves them feeling like he needs to do more than just break something.

Hot tea also helps him calm down.

And he recently has started meditating.

Just don’t bother him when he’s trying to wind down.

Narancia Ghirga

Warm and fuzzy anything.

Socks?

Blankets?

You name it.

Of course, his impulse control is pretty bad.

Can justify buying anything, even if it’s useless, by saying it brings him joy.

Also likes to get his adrenaline pumping.

What he really needs is stability and a reminder that he has a support system now.

Gardens with Abbacchio.

It’s one of the few times he will either have serious conversations to process his childhood or simply sit in a comfortable silence.

Often works out because he struggles staying still.

Specifically enjoys cardio.

It gives him a sense of strength and control over his life.

And also gets rid of some pent up anger of his own.

Guido Mista

Skipping the dreaded number.

Also an avid exerciser.

But prefers lifting weights over cardio. 

Cooking also helps relax him.

And unlike Bruno, his food is edible.

Romance movies and music also put him in a good mood after something stressful.

And being around his friends.

Needs to work on not letting intrusive thoughts take over and should focus on ignoring them.

Rather than focusing on his rituals to avoid the dreaded number.

Also calms down by caring for the Pistols.

In a way, that’s self care, right?

Since they’re a physical manifestation of his soul?

Right?

Giorno Giovanna

After a particularly rough day, all Giorno needs are three things.

First, a beautiful scenery.

It could be a park, the ocean, or anything like that.

Second, he requires limited or no company.

Only those he’s close with should interact at these times.

Third, a puzzle book.

He likes to problem solve when he’s bothered by something.

Puzzle books and the right atmosphere and (sometimes) company give his brain that itch it needs to calm down.

Being able to solve any problem helps to improve his mood.

Trish Una

Retail therapy.

That dose of dopamine she gets when she buys something she likes increases her mood.

Though it isn’t exactly the most helpful tool.

But being around Mista and Narancia also lifts her mood.

They’re both just goofballs and she can’t stay angry at the world long enough when they’re both acting like fools.

Also venting.

Just verbalizing her frustrations instead of bottling them up generally helps.

It also lets her make sense of what the real issues she’s concerned over are.

And talking it over with a trusted friend gives good insights.

[smilesrobotlover]

Whumptober day 2- they don’t care about you

Day 2! Anyone wanting strangers across eras? Specifically Leon being impossible to deal with? Let’s goooo (Leon is Four’s father, Ammon is Age’s father, hopefully you know who Rusl is lol)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The group of strangers have been traveling this world for a couple of weeks now. They were all searching for their boys who suspiciously shared the same name. It didn’t take long for them to realize that they were all from different eras, and were searching for their respective era’s heroes. All the men that Leon were with had some sort of fatherly relationship with their Link, save for a couple, and they all knew right then and there that they were going to find their sons. They all shared stories of their boys disappearing or being pulled through portals, and so they all hoped that they were all in the same place the men were dragged to.

When they started exploring the strange world, Leon took initiative to lead the way. He was desperate to find his son, and so he wanted the control to look for clues on the Link’s whereabouts, and spent every waking moment searching for them. He grew quite frustrated when the others couldn’t keep up with him however. Most of them were simple men who didn’t spend time out adventuring, so they needed many breaks to rest their sore legs. Leon tried to hide his impatience, mostly by scouting ahead, but he couldn’t help but feel the dislike towards his impatience from the others. But he didn’t let it give him grief. He wasn’t known to be a likable person anyways.

Though the other men would stay back to rest, Leon knew he was strong and capable enough to keep going, so he spent all his time looking for his son, hoping to find clues or a trail or anything, but he found nothing. For days he searched the area around him, growing more and more worried as time passed on. He even sacrificed a few meals just to make time for a thorough search. But despite this, his son was still lost. And the days where he neglected taking care of himself finally caught up to him one day.

He woke up that morning with Rusl shaking him awake.

“Hey Leon, are you alright?” He asked softly.

Leon blinked and noticed how bright it was outside. He slept in, later than the rest of the other men. He was always up before the others. When he tried to move, he found himself feeling heavy, every limb felt like it had rocks attached to it, and he groaned as a headache assaulted him.

“Oh dear,” Rusl muttered, resting his hand on his head. Leon swatted it away, but that took a lot more energy than it should’ve had.

“I’m fine,” he grumbled, but that was obviously a lie. When he tried to sit up, the covers slid off and he began shivering, and every surface of his body began screaming at him. He groaned again and fell to his pillow as Rusl fixed the blankets.

“Yeah sure you are. You’re burning up.”

Leon grumbled again as Rusl began making his space more comfortable. A fever, that was the last thing he needed. He wasn’t even close to finding his son, and now he had to waste his time recovering from a stupid illness.

This is all your fault.

Of course it was, Leon pushed himself too hard. He didn’t rest, he barely ate and slept, he was so stressed about his son’s wellbeing that all of it piled on top of each other sent his body over the edge.

How could he be so stupid?

“Rusl?” He heard Ammon call out from Leon’s tent. “Is Leon alright?”

“He has a fever, we’re staying here for the time being,” Rusl answered, and Leon felt anger begin to bubble up inside his chest.

He didn’t have time to wait around. His son could be dying for all he knew and he wasn’t getting any closer to saving him!

He’s gonna die because of you.

Leon shook his head and squeezed his eyes shut at the ridiculous thought. Link wasn’t completely helpless, after all he defeated Vaati and Ganon, he was a strong boy. But he was only fourteen years old and he didn’t know his limitations, and that still worried Leon.

It didn’t take long for Leon to fall asleep, and he awoke several times with someone in the tent watching over him. It was humiliating to be taken care of like this. He felt pathetic as he laid there while the others had to spoon feed him. He could barely sit up when this happened. He hated it, and he couldn’t help but feel that the others hated taking care of him.

They want to leave you.

Leon growled to himself, even though they didn’t push themselves as much as Leon, they were still capable to at least keep moving. Leon wanted to avoid them slowing him down, but now he was the one holding them back. He was sure that they were frustrated with him.

Leon slept through most of the night, only waking up with a splitting headache, but he quickly fell back to sleep after. When he awoke that morning, he was upset to see that he was still feeling sick. He was able to sit up (even though it was challenging) but he still felt the fever in his system. And once again, the men were making sure that he was doing alright. He tried to walk around camp but Rusl quickly got him back in bed, and so all he was able to do was to sit there. He slept a lot less that day, and he felt like he was losing his mind. He kept thinking about his son and his own unfortunate circumstances. He thought about the men being kind enough to make sure he was feeling well, and he thought about his own guilt. These men lost their sons too, they wanted to keep moving but couldn’t because of Leon’s own stupidity.

They don’t care about you.

Of course they didn’t care about him, they barely knew him, and he’s been nothing but cruel to them. Constantly pushing them so that he could find his son’s whereabouts. They must be laughing at how ridiculous this situation was, how now Leon couldn’t even move. These men were kind enough not to let him die out here, he doubted any of them wanted to be responsible for a man’s death, but he knew that if they didn’t have a moral compass, they would’ve left him behind. Not that he was much help anyways, he couldn’t even find his son’s trail. All his work that caused him to push his own self care away was all for naught.

How could he be so foolish?

When Ammon came in, Leon couldn’t take it anymore. He sat up and faced him.

“Ammon,” he started, ignoring the bowl of food in Ammon’s hand that made his stomach growl, “you all should leave me behind. Go find your sons.”

Ammon stopped and stared at him as if he was crazy. “Wh— Leon, we’re not going to leave you.”

“But you must, I’m slowing us down and we need to find our sons quickly. I can move on my own.”

Ammon scoffed and shook his head. “If we leave you behind, you’ll die. We can’t do that.”

Leon frowned and looked down. He knew he’d say something like that, they were all too good to leave someone behind, but their sons were more important now.

“I can’t keep you all from reuniting with your sons because of my own stupidity,” he said in a low voice, not looking up. He heard Ammon sit down fully and he gave a sigh.

“Leon, it’s fine. We’re not going to leave you behind, we care about you.”

Leon looked up and glared at him. “You don’t care about me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t pretend that you do. I know you just feel obligated to take care of me because you’re all too kind to let me die.”

Ammon narrowed his eyes at him. “Is that a bad thing?”

“N—no, no it’s not a bad thing, but to take care of me at the expense of finding your sons—“

“Leon, enough,” Ammon interrupted with a firm voice. He did stop and looked at the man with surprise. “You want to find your son just as much as the rest of us, we know! We know how you’ve been pushing yourself to the point where you’re sick because you want to find your son as soon as possible! We are not going to leave you behind, we’re all going to find our sons together, whether you like it or not.”

Leon stared at him for a moment, then looked down.

You’re still slowing them down.

Ammon picked up on his guilt and rested a hand on his shoulder.

“I get it, I’m worried about my son too. We want to help each other, ok?”

Leon didn’t say anything, instead he laid back down and stared up at the tent, too exhausted to argue anymore. It was quiet for a moment, before Ammon spoke up.

“What’s your son like?”

Leon sighed and thought back to his boy, when he would fight off Jago on his own, when he would excitedly run to see Zelda, when he would beg Leon to spar with him. He smiled at the memories.

“He’s brave, strong, and determined. He cares about people, and wants nothing more than to protect Hyrule. I’m proud of him.”

Ammon smiled. “How old is he?”

“Fourteen. It’ll be a while until he can be a knight of Hyrule.”

“Hylia, your boy is still a child.”

Leon chuckled. Yes, Link was still young, much too young to have experienced the things he’s experienced. But he was a mature young man, and he knew that he would grow up to be a strong and kind knight.

“Well, he sounds like a strong young man,” Ammon said. “I’m sure he’ll be able to take care of himself until we find him.”

Leon’s fond smile dropped. Yes, his son was strong and capable, and though his reckless teenager attitude worried Leon, his mental state worried him more. He’s been unlike himself ever since he drew the four sword, he was distant, unpredictable, and disturbed. He was worried that he would destroy himself from the inside if Leon wasn’t there to help. The haunting image that would never leave his mind came back, his son at twelve years old when the shadows attacked the castle. Him laying there covered in blood, Leon believing for so long that his son, his only family, was dead. By the goddesses, he thought he lost him then, he couldn’t lose him now.

Ammon stared at him when he didn’t respond and sighed.

“Look, if he’s with my son, and everyone else’s kid, then he’ll be fine,” Ammon tried to reassure.

“But what if he’s not?” Leon said softly, mostly to himself.

“We were somehow forced together, I have no doubt that our Links found each other as well.”

Leon sighed, he prayed that he wasn’t alone, and that he at least had support.

“I hope so,” he finally said. Ammon smiled and grabbed the bowl he set down.

“Now eat up Leon, then get some rest. Hopefully you’ll feel better by tomorrow, or the next day. We’ll see.”

Leon smiled and sat up. He was tired of being sick, he might as well try to heal up as much as possible to further avoid such incidents. And maybe he could repay these men’s kindness too, but for now, he just needed rest.

[typically-untypical]

A Consuming Anger

AU: Post Apocalyptic

CW: Potential angst

WC: 1044

Date: 12/6/2023 (it was supposed to be 🤣)

"I have searched through everything and I have found the root cause, why don't you believe I can do this?" Logan's voice was strained as he pleaded with his boyfriend to just let him keep working.

"You have a tendency to overlook the flaws in your own reasoning, especially when you're tired. You haven't slept in two days." Janus had his hand on Logan's shoulder attempting to lead him away from the hydroponic garden. He was doing his best to mask the depths of his concern, but it lingered at the edge of his eyes. Recently there had been a leak in their water system and finding potable water was difficult, not impossible with their reservoirs and well water, but they were entering the dry season. It was important that they fix the leak as quickly as possible, they all knew that. The problem was, Logan had allowed the stress to affect his health, and that's why they all started noticing the signs. Logan had built the system yet he was struggling to remember basic things about its schematics. When any of them pointed it out, Logan would get angry, a terrible storm of emotions passing through him like he hadn't developed an ounce of control since childhood.

"I'm fine!" Logan screamed, immediately covering his mouth. At least he was still aware of it, that was a better sign then any of them could hope for at this point. Logan's little snaps were quickly reeled in each time he exploded. Janus looked at him with sympathy, gently squeezing his boyfriend's shoulder.

"Love, please rest. You've told me where you think the leak is coming from, Virgil and I will check it over while Roman takes care of you." He swiveled Logan around so he could look at him, his sun and stars. "Please Logan, you need to rest." It wasn't an immediate shift, Logan was obviously still resisting a bit, but slowly his shoulders relaxed and he nodded. His eyes closed as he leaned his face into Janus' cupped hand.

"Alright," He whispered, gently looking down at Janus. "But please wake me up if you need me." He said quietly. "I want to help." The words he didn't say were ringing in both of their ears. 'I need to help.' Something had been shifting in Logan recently, separated from any other companionship with no news of his brother or the rest of his family, Logan was slipping. All three of them desperately hoped Logan wasn't slipping into the madness that had taken so many other humans. They needed Logan sane because he really was the brains of their operation. 

"Thank you," Janus whispered, slowly leading Logan out of the greenhouse and toward their dwelling. Virgil and Roman weren't too far off, waiting for Janus to pull Logan back. Roman met Logan with open arms, pulling him in and rubbing his back with strong fingers. 

"I've got you," Roman whispered. "I've got you."

The two of them disappeared off to the house and Virgil was immediately on Janus. "What happened? How is he doing?" His anxiety was strong, echoing through the already tense situation and Janus had to fight not to respond immediately. He needed to be the calm one, Logan wasn't here.

"He snapped again," Janus started, standing tall, arms folded behind his back. "It was a brief moment and he was very sorrowful for snapping at all, but it happened again."

"That could just be normal emotional expression, right? Like he hasn't slept in two days, that's pretty normal behavior." Virgil was grasping at straws, trying to find a reason other than the disease.

"It's possible," And Janus was inclined to give him hope. He knew how hard this situation was for all of them, how they would completely fall apart if they lost Logan. "He has had a lot going on. The last of the radio waves are off the air which means no communications are coming in. Patton and Nexus are still missing." Janus rubbed his face slowly, turning to look at Virgil. "There are a lot of things that could have pushed Logan to an emotional edge."

"Right, right," Virgil twisted the fabric of this shirt in his hands. Of course there were a lot of possible reasons why Logan was getting angry more often, it didn't have to be because of the sickness. Still, Virgil was the one who was supposed to come up with an antidote, a cure, even just something to stall it's progression, and with Logan acting out of character, it felt more important now than ever that he find a way to fix all of this, but he just didn't know how. He twisted the fabric tighter and Janus reached out, slowly peeling Virgil's hands from the fabric.

"I totally don't have any idea what you're worried about," Janus said in a voice that was meant to be teasing but came out far too soft. "But maybe going to the lab together will help save your shirt from an untimely death." 

Taking in a shaky breath, Virgil nodded.

"I might not be quite as smart as our resident nerd, but I can at least provide you moral support."

Virgil snorted at that, pushing away the frantic tears that had set themselves in the corner of his eyes. "There's nothing moral about you, but support..." Virgil leaned against Janus. "I will never admit how much I need you."

"Are you saying that wasn't an admittal right there?"

Virgil looked at him, cocking an eyebrow and Janus smirked, staring back. It was an epic face off and neither wanted to lose, which was probably why they both moved in for a kiss at the same time, both of them dropping the staring act as they held each other. It was terrifying to watch their boyfriend decline, even if it really was just sleep deprivation. 

"The two of us should probably check the hydroponic system first. Logan will be rightfully furious if we don't check on that before he wakes up."

"Yeah, you're right." Neither of them wanted to see Logan angry, they didn't want to give him the chance. They had seen anger in others destroy the world.

They weren't about to let it destroy their world.

@tsspromptmonth

[driftwithme]

Angsty Maleigh aus in solidarity for the ones who like to chase catharsis reading a fanfic:

A year after Raleigh died during Pitfall, a woman reaches the PPDC, claiming her child is also Yancy's child and she wants Raleigh to take care of her because she doesn't want the kid. Mako adopts her.

Mako pod got lost within the anteverse and Raleigh didn't know until he woke up alone on the ocean, the lone survivor of the last jaeger fight.

Everyone knows the "anyone can fall" speech when Raleigh gave his oxygen supply to Mako and sent her away and safe from the anteverse. What no one knows is that within the drift, he let her know how he really wished could have been their future. That's the reason why Mako couldn't let go of his dead body over the escape-pod.

Going into the anteverse changes both Mako and Raleigh DNA. Newt, who acts as their doctor for all that time, is in fact creating a way for the precursors to take complete control of their bodies through their new kaiju genetics. It doesn't work as good on Mako, because she almost didn't have contact with the anteverse, but Raleigh begs her to kill him before they can use him to hurt anyone.

Mako goes on a comma after the drift test due the stress level of the memory. Pentecost has to pilot with Raleigh to defeat Otachi and Leatherback. They manage to save Crimson Typhoon and Striker, but not Cherno. Then, given the fact Pentecost goes critical and Herc is hurt, Raleigh has to pilot Gipsy with Chuck and Crimson plays defense. After all, Raleigh manages to save Chuck and go back to beg beside Mako's bed to her to wake up, the world is saved, Mako please forgive me, Stacker needs you, Mako listen to me--

After defeating Otachi on the sky, Mako and Raleigh share childhood memories before inevitably dying from the fall they can't stop anymore.

Mako wishes the kaijus were still there, if only because Raleigh is gone and she cannot avenge him anymore. Just live with her anger and her decisions. It's not like Raleigh tried to warn her about life... except he did.

Raleigh is the ghost that haunts every drift, looking for a chance to deliver one last message to Mako.

[witchofhimring]

From Green to Blue

Note: old account Blueroses789@ has been shadowbanned and is not in use

Summary:

The reader decides to finally take control of her own life.

Chapter 22: Moving on

Next chapter: tba

Warnings:

Angst

Smut

Mental health crisis

MDNI: 18 plus

It was uncomfortably hot in here. You checked the heater and turned in down. After a while you checked it again. Taking off your sweater you turned on a fan and laid down. Sweat poured down your forehead and still nothing helped. You touched your belly when an abrupt kick was delivered to your belly. You sat up. Oh. Another kick and you knew it was not the imagination. You played your hand and the tiniest little imprint pressed into your palm. Where you truly just doing this for the baby? You knew all feelings for Eren had long since evaporated. Into what, you were not sure. Apathy? Well, who truly knows.

You stood up with some difficulty and walked over to the bed. Staring at the ceiling you remembered all those times you lay there in absolute agony. Maybe it was a relief to finally feel nothing. Surely better then crying and turning into a bitter, vengeful woman just like your mother.

What were you turning into? That had not been decided yet. You had no plans beyond living and having this baby. That was it. You wondered what your mothers plans had been. Had she wanted to achieve something or had her loathing of you consumed her? You had never asked her these questions. She was so closed off to you. What if you became closed off? Would your apathy, if that is what it truly was, harden your heart towards your childs suffering? And what about you. Why was it you who had to suffer like this?! You doubted these past few months had been as horrible for Eren and Hannah as it had been for you.

Sparks of anger bloomed in your chest. This was fucking ridiculous! Why did everyone in your life get a say but you! Why did you let them?! You stood up and started to pace. You had lost so much of yourself due to so many people. You loved to draw and edit stories, when was the last time you had even been able to do that? You couldn't even remember your mother having hobbies. Whether she gave them up or not didn't really matter, because there was one thing you could do now.

The phone rang. You heard your mothers clipped tone on the other end. Your hands shook with the anticipation of what you were about to do. While there had been periods of no contact it had never been like this. Nothing like what you were about to do.

"Mother. I am calling to tell you that I will cease contact with you." "What!?" You could hear her shriek's. But she wasn't here to control you. She was just some bitter old woman living in some rundown apartment in a shitty little town no one cared about. She was nothing. 'You heard me, so please lose my number." And then you hung up. That was it. No final words, heartfelt discussion or reveals. This was it and you were ready to move on.

The emotional drainage came about two hours later after the high wore off. You now were slumped on the couch. Your chest hurt with every beat of the heart. All the lights were turned off, the whirling ceiling fan above being the only noise. You were plunged into complete darkness, which was a blessing. If anything happened to disturb this brief peace.

And then it broke. Eren had finally come home. The sudden hallway light startled you. Blinking all you did was sit there. "Hey." Eren walked towards you, setting his bag down. He takes in your appearance, messy hair, skin off tint, eyes glazed staring ahead. He walked forward and placed a hand on your shoulder.

You snapped. It became too much. You couldn't take it anymore. Tears broke free, months of anger, resentment, pain and stress poured out of you. Eren was trying to say something to you openly sobbed, unable to stop, but you heard nothing. You wanted out of here. This place was full of dark memories and you no longer wanted to be here. Neither did your baby deserve this. A baby deserved to grow up in a warm, safe house. This was not the place.

Eren was kneeling before you. He looked like he wanted to touch you but was hesitant. He waited until the tears subsided. You were still shaking, a hiccup leaving you as your breathing leveled. Cold hands brushed the tears from your eyes in an effort to calm yourself down. "Y/n-" "I can't do this anymore." His mouth opened slightly, just a bit. But nothing came out. Then, he cupped your hands and held them.

"I understand."

Eren called his mother. You had enough money for a hotel but was too tired to reject the offer of Carla's hospitality. Eren helped you pack up. He did nothing to disway you from leaving. Maybe at one time that might have hurt. It certainly did last time. All your bags were at the door. Now all you could do was wait for Carla. You stood by the door while Eren sat on the ground, back pressed against the wall. Your phone rang. "Hello? Hi Carla." You nodded as Carla told you that Zeke and Grisha were going to help you get your things downstairs. You thanked her and hung up. "Alright. Grisha and Zeke will be up in a minute." You made to turn the door nob. "Wait." His voice sounded physically heavy. Like he wanted to get out long held back words. And yet there was fear in his voice, as if these words would hurt him. Last time you left his eyes were a dull forest green. Now they were different. When had they changed? All your memories had Eren with emotionless green eyes that seemed to graze over you. Though as of late you couldn't be sure.

His bright eyes seemed to be looking into your soul. He stood and and walked towards you. Maybe you would have stepped back, but something inside you said "stay". "I am so sorry. For everything." It was like something lifted from your chest. A warmth spread through your body when you realized Eren meant every word. "I know there is nothing I can do to make it up to you. I've been horrible to you and there is no excuse for that. You did nothing to warrant me leaving you like that." You tried not to cry. It was suddenly so easy to breath. But Eren still wasn't done. "I love you. And I don't know if I ever stopped. And I know you once did too. I just want you to know this wasn't your fault and I will no anything to make sure you are happy. So please, do what is best for you."

And with that, you could finally let go of Eren Yeager.

Note: This story is almost done, maybe three more chapters and an epilogue left. This one was fairly short but I am satisfied. It was nice to finally write Y/n finally let go of him. As for readers mother I considered making the interaction far more dramatic. But I felt it would be far more satisfying if Y/n simply brushed her off and left her in the past.

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[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Kanato Maniac [09]

Monologue

The others initially tried to stop me,

as I bursted through the front door,

but they promptly ceased their actions,

when they heard what exactly the Familiar had to report to them. 

ーー Kanato-kun had launched a direct attack,

on the Vibora Clan’s Castle. 

ーー The Castle was swallowed by a sea of flames,

completely annihilating the entire Clan.

All of us could do nothing but frown,

upon finding about this disastrous situation. 

ー The scene starts in the big hall at Eden

Reiji: I suppose we must take action after all.

Ruki: ...Yes, we simply have no other choice. I did not want to have to resort to such extreme measures but...

Yuma: Haah...We’re in deep shit now...

Subaru: Che...That guy only ever causes us trouble...

Yui: ( Everyone’s pulling a long face... )

( I wonder if what they talked about is weighing heavy on them... )

Selection

→ Try asking them (❦)

Yui: ...Hey, what did you talk about...?

Subaru: Nothin’ important, really.

Yui: ...

A-Azusa-kun...! You said that you’d discuss the best way to handle the situation, right...?

Azusa: ...Sorry. That’s what we wanted to do but...

Yui: ( Azusa-kun’s being vague...Then could it be...? )

→ Better not ask about it

Yui: ( I probably shouldn’t ask... )

( ...Or rather, I’m not sure if I am mentally prepared to hear it. )

( Judging by the looks on their faces, I can’t imagine it’ll be a positive announcement... )

Laito: ...

Yui: ...

( Oh no, I locked eyes with Laito-kun... )

Laito: How should I put this...

The whole Vampire Clan should take responsibility for Kanato-kun’s mistakes, as well as do something to fix the situation...

That’s what we talked about, Bitch-chan.

Yui: Eh...?

Laito: Well, personally I don’t think any of this is necessary, but the majority votes in favor.

Yui: Take responsiblity for his mistakes...Then, what will happen to Kanato-kun...?

Reiji: We will take him down. ...By combining our forces, without fail.

Yui: No way...!

Y-You can’t! I mean, you’re his brothers, aren’t you...!? 

Reiji: ーー Exactly. 

We do not want to have stand here and watch as our own brother continues his wrongdoings. 

Yui: ...

( Right... )

( It’s not just Reiji-san either. I’m pretty sure that everyone chose to do this, because they simply see no other way... )

( He’s their brother, so they’re surely not doing this for fun... )

Ruki: Of course, we understand why this is difficult for you to accept, seeing as you have a special connection to him. 

It’s just...At present, as a result of inheriting those overwhelming powers,

Sakamaki Kanato has lost all control over himself. 

I assume he has been on a destruction spree as a way to vent off stress. 

If the situation was not so dire, we would have probably been able to take a different approach. 

But now that things have escalated to this degree...We simply have no other choice but to resort to extreme measures. 

Yui: ( I have to admit...Ruki-kun’s explanation makes perfect sense. )

( Ever since he got these powers, he’s been much more prone to take out his anger on something or someone else, to the point where he’d attempt to kill me... )

( He even got actual blood on his hands... )

( But...He never repeatedly caused such large-scale destruction like he’s doing right now, did he...? )

( I wonder if he has a reason for suddenly doing this...? )

( For example...Perhaps finding out that I was gone triggered something? )

...

( ーー In which case, it might just all be my fault after all, just like he mentioned before. )

Reiji: ...Well then, I believe we can end the discussion heーー 

Yui: W-Wait, please! There is something I’d like to ask...!

Would you please let me talk with Kanato-kun first?

Reiji: ...

Yui: U-Um...He might just understand...

Ayato: Are you out of your mind? The fuck are you sayin’, Chichinashi? 

Yui: Eh...?

Kou: Hmー ...Sorry, I think I have to agree with Ayato-kun on this one.

I’d love to be able to fulfill your request and I fully understand that you’re close to Kanato-kun. 

But I just can’t imagine that he’ll listen right now, not even to you...

Yui: B-But...If I keep trying, he might eventually understand...

Shuu: ...I have no words.

If more people’s lives are sacrificed while you’re busy ‘trying’...will you be able to take responsibility for that? 

Yui: ...Well...

( I can’t say anything back to that... )

ー The scene shifts to the guest room

Yui: ...Haah...What to do? 

( In the end, I wasn’t able to stop the others and the discussion just ended there... )

Now Kanato-kun has lost even his last resort. 

( ...No, that’s wrong. )

( He decided to throw it away himself. )

( I mean, what he has done can never be justified, no matter what his personal reasonings may be... )

Still...ーー 

Monologue

In the end,

I want to have faith in Kanato-kun. 

He has done many horrible things. 

Of course, there were times where I did not condone his actions. 

However...

I know how kind of a person,

he truly is deep down. 

Sure, he might get upset every now and then,

but he will reflect upon his mistakes. 

There was even this one time when he looked after me while I was sick,

slicing an apple for me despite struggling to properly do so.

He has even fought with all of his might,

in order to protect me. 

The real Kanato-kun,

is an incredibly caring soul. 

Therefore...

What I have to confront,

isn’t Kanato-kun himself. 

ーー But those powers,

so immense, he even fears them himself. 

...Everything will turn out fine, okay? 

Even if the whole world abandons you,

and no matter what horrible things you may have done,

I know...who you really are.

And that your kindness,

still exists deep inside of you.

Yui: ...

( ....In the end, no matter the situation, I believe I had to be there for Kanato-kun. )

Yet, I...I feared him. 

( What I should have been scared of was not Kanato-kun himself, but his powers. )

( This whole time, I simply pretended not to realize... )

Yui: ...!

ー Yui leaves the room

Monologue

I waited for everyone to fall asleep,

and used that opportunity...to leave Eden behind me.

Why? To go see (会いに行く) Kanato-kun, of course. 

I have no clue where he might be. 

Nor am I guaranteed to meet him. 

Still...I simply could not stay at Eden,

one second longer. 

Because I felt that if I didn’t act now,

I might never see Kanato-kun again. 

ーー I will no longer hesitate (迷わない). 

 ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[defnebosnak]

Name: Defne Bosnak

Faceclaim: Melisa Asli Pamuk

Gender & Pronouns: Cisfemale, She/her

Age: 31

Birthday: June 9, 1991

Height: 5′9″

Occupation: Manager of Asena Bank

Affiliation & role: Asenas & Clerkman

Birthplace: Las Vegas, NV

TW: violence, loss of a child, death

QUICK FACTS

Eldest Bosnak daughter and she won’t let anyone forget that

Power hungry, vile and void of emotion, but can be truly soft underneath it all

Lost her child with Aydin and has been angry with him ever since, she also ended things with him due to it

Her patience is thin and she will let it be known when she wants someone to shut up

Agile, determined and relentless best describe Defne as a whole

She went through a bit of a boy crazy stage in her younger years, now she simply uses men and tosses them aside

How she feels about the other families of the Asena’s isn’t verbally said but the way she interacts with them is telling

The essentials to her existence are beauty products and variations of tea.. she can get incredibly grumpy without them

She has two purebred poodles named  Ezgü and Ferdi which she has someone walk twice a day for her as well as having their meals prepared by a chef

BIO

A force to be reckon with since the day she popped out of the womb, Defne Osman had always been incredibly controlling. From a young age, she would tell everyone around her how she wanted to live life and that they would follow suit, even her own parents. Her earliest memory of causing havoc at her fifth birthday party because of the placement and color of the candles. She specifically asked for two purple purple candles, one yellow, a green and a gold for good luck. But no, someone got her five pink candles that were terrible placed. Instead of blowing the candles out, she smashed the cake viciously and looked up at her parents in utter disgust. From that moment on, her parents knew she would be a handful to take care of, but she was their princess and they wouldn’t have it any other way. Nor would she, if she were to be completely honest.

In middle school, she had a brush with fate, meeting one of her best friends. They were different in many ways, but she liked this about them. Whether it was the fact that she listened to all kinds of pop music and they were alternative, or that she felt somewhat of a weight lifted from her shoulders whenever the two of them interacted due to her not having to live up to a name with them, it was peaceful. Though, a distraction would soon come along in the form of boys. She was so boy crazy, from famous ones she never thought she could meet, to the ones who resided right down the street, she just wanted to be around them. Maybe it was Disney movies or the simple fact that she’d a likened herself to royalty, but she always thought that a princess deserved the perfect prince.

This boy craze followed her throughout high school, having fallen in love with one of the lower Asenas at the time. The two of them would spend time together in her room, just talking about the various ins and outs of life and what made her who she was. Why was she so evil? He didn’t see her that way, it came to her as an absolute shock. Why would anyone look at her, the stereotypical cheerleader with a knack for pulling men to the side only to sock them in the jaw for speaking to her wrong, was nice underneath it all? He won her over after that one conversation but she wasn’t going to let him get her that easily. It was a game of cat and mouse until they’d eventually fallen for one another. 

Push come to shove, they were set to be parents at some point but it was sadly ripped away when Defne suffered a miscarriage. A miscarriage that also tore their relationship apart because she misplaced her feelings of sadness as anger toward him. Every time he rightfully included himself in the conversation, she would stress that his body didn’t go through what hers did and she sadly ended the relationship abruptly. She decided in that moment to fully return her reign of terror over the Asenas. She’d been named after Defne Arslan and it only felt right that she, Defne Bosnak remind everyone exactly why she was.

[astaroth1357]

Brothers Accidentally Make the MC Cry

Hello, this is the obligatory italics blurb that I have to put under my titles or else things look weird and it bothers me. Don’t mind the blurb. The blurb is a friend. (Though I could start writing pieces of a little story up here just to see if anyone even reads them… Hm…. Ideas, ideas...)

Warning: Angsty

Lucifer 

If he were being honest, he’d say that a part of him had always feared this would happen...

Lucifer likes to tell himself that he’s invincible, but everyday stresses can get to him just like anybody else. And like other people, he may not always act his best when he’s dealing with a full plate…

The MC hadn’t meant to make his day harder when they told him that they accidentally broke a lamp. It was a genuine accident! But Lucifer was still dealing with the fallout from another one of Mammon’s failed schemes, Satan had cursed all of his ties again, and Beel had eaten every scrap of food in the House… for the second time that week...

In comparison to everything else, a broken lamp was quite minor, but for Lucifer it was just the last straw and, for just a moment, he lost control…

His palm slamming against his desk hard enough to snap its legs and send it crashing to the ground. He scarcely knew what kind of look he had on his face, but whatever it was, he had made his human jump back in shock...

Really, it was silly for them to assume that he had gotten that upset over a lamp, but he saw tears starting to gather in their eyes all the same as they stammered out a quiet apology… 

It felt like an ice spike to the heart. Damn his temper… He really ought to have been more careful with them after… well, everything he’d done before…

He was quick to go over to them, catching their face with his hand and giving them the most sincere apology he could muster while wiping away their tears… Overreactions aren’t becoming of him and he hated to cause them pain… 

He, of course, took care of the lamp himself as penance and on the surface that seemed to be it (but to anyone paying attention, he had softened up on the MC considerably for at least a week. They probably could have sworn in front of Diavolo and he’d let it slide, he felt that bad about it...)

“I’m sorry, MC, I shouldn't have reacted like that… You haven’t done anything wrong, I promise… Please, there’s no need to cry…”

Mammon

Oh? What's that? His heart is now in a million pieces now...? Well, that seems fair…

He and the MC were out on one of his gambling nights and he was actually on a killer winning streak for once! Jackpots around every corner, he was rolling in it!

The MC had tried to convince him to just throw in the towel early, take his winnings while he had them and bail, but he wasn’t hearing any of it.

In hindsight, their insistence must have really shown how much the MC cared about him and wanted him to keep his earnings... but in the heat of the moment all he saw was someone trying to spoil his one night of fun.

To be fair to Mammon, it’s rather rare for him to lose control of his anger like he did. But when they tried to pull him away from the roulette table, he genuinely snarled at them and told them to get lost...!

Fortunately, he regretted his actions immediately after he saw the hurt in their eyes…

If their goal had been to get him to step away from the table, they achieved it. But only because he got up to pull them into a hug while stammering out apologies… Watching them actually shed tears hurt worse than any rope Lucifer had ever tied around him...

He spent the rest of the night away from the casino and trying to cheer up his human like his life depended on it... Seeing them in pain just tore him up that much.

"Ah, come on MC… I'm sorry, honest…! Please don't look at me like that, I'll do whatever ya want okay...? Just no more cryin…"

Leviathan 

Now thinks he's the worst, literally the worst. Lower than lesser demon spit. Lower than Cerberus' shit. Lower than… well, you get the idea…

Levi can get very… intense when things involving his passions are brought up. This can be a fairly endearing quality… but it also means he gets disproportionately impassioned about seemingly minor things.

Levi ended up snapping at the MC when they let him over-sleep one day. This wasn’t unusual for them to do as Levi’s sleep schedule was notoriously shitty, but they shouldn't have done it that particular day…

An item he wanted on Akuzon was going to go live that morning and he had to be awake to participate in the bidding. He had mentioned it to the MC the day before, but he blew past it so quickly they didn’t actually remember…

He found out that he missed the bidding after he woke up and he was pissed. Genuinely enraged that they didn’t remember to wake him up to the point that he was shouting and baring his fangs! 

… Really it was not a good look and he should have known better.

The look of fear and the tears gathering in the MC’s eyes snapped him out of it like a hard slap to the face, and somehow, it stung even more than that would’ve... It wasn’t long before he was crying along with them, practically begging for forgiveness...

He made it up to them by having a private showing of their favorite movie using a projector in the Planetarium, cuddling with them under a blanket while still, occasionally, muttering apologies under his breath.

“M-MC…? MC don’t cry…!! Please don’t cry, I- I’m sorry!! I… MC… I’m so sorry…”

Satan

Like Lucifer, he always worried this would happen and he hated when it finally came to pass…

He’d spent all his life learning how to restrain his temper, but it’s not a perfect science. There are the occasional times where the heat of the moment gets the better of him and he does something he regrets…

The MC had walked in on him one morning while he was fuming about Beel leaving the fridge empty again. It hadn’t been the first time they’d seen him like this, but this time he was absolutely furious.

He had told Beel again and again and again to get his snacking under control or to, you know, get up early and get more food so the whole family wouldn’t spend the morning starving but noooo! Mr. I’m Hungry never thinks about anything but his own stomach and then leaves whoever’s on kitchen duty to pick up the slack like some dimwitted muscle-bound meathead and THEN-!!

When the MC tried to take his arm to calm him down, he jerked their hand away from him and roared right in their face. He may not be a lion, but the full sound of a pissed off demon could make humans have breakdowns all on its own…

Which was more or less what the MC began to do as he gripped their wrist, panicking while taking shallow, stuttered breaths…

Satan's anger left him swiftly and he let them go, only reaching out to touch them again when he tried to wipe the tears from their cheeks… He had to coo and beg for them to calm down, which was only so successful because he was fighting back tears himself… 

On a scale of 1-10 of the worse things his temper has ever done, he'd rank this a firm 200... He refused to touch them for about a week afterwards and it took a long time for him to trust himself again… He just didn't want to hurt them...

"MC?? MC…? M… Oh no… MC, I'm so sorry, I would never hurt you! I… I wouldn't dare… please believe me..."

Asmodeus 

Oh baby! Sweetheart! Love of his life!! No, please no… don't subject him to this…

MC and Asmo were out dancing and some witch came by to try and flatter him.

Now, Asmo is a flirt normally, but get a few drinks in him and well… Let's just say his love of attention overrides his better judgment far more often than it should and friends don't let friends go home with creepy witches.

When the MC told the witch to scram, Asmo was confused and, frankly, quite irritated. That lovely lady had been stroking his ego in all the right ways and his human just scared her off so rudely!

Under most situations, Asmo would have kept his cool better but the haze of Demonus made his tongue loose... which let the venom fly…

He couldn’t quite remember what he said. The words left his mouth so quickly that they slurred together on his clumsy tongue, but it must have been enough because the MC flinched away from him.

That hurt all on its own, but as he started to process the pain in their eyes… he had never sobered up so fast...

He had their cheeks cupped in his hands and were kissing away their tears within the instant. Though the loud music at the club should have drowned out his apologies, the MC could see it written all over his equally tearful face…

He pulled them into his arms and then out of the club shortly after, the fog of Demonus that plagued him just moments before had long left him and all he knew was that the MC needed to be brought home and cuddled… stat.

“M-MC…? I’m sorry was it something… did I…? I’m so sorry… Please don’t cry…!”

Beelzebub 

He really didn't mean to shout so loud… honest... 

Beel becomes a completely different person when he’s hungry. He’s not entirely to blame, as his hunger can get so intense, but he still can snap from time to time when he really doesn’t mean to…

It was right after one of his practices and Beel hadn’t gotten a chance to eat in a few hours by the time the MC came to grab him from RAD. That already had him in a bad mood, but practice hadn’t gone too well for him either… 

He honestly didn’t realize how sharply he snapped at the MC when they asked him how he was. The irritation and frustration of the day all hit him at once and he became much harsher towards them than he ever intended…

It must have been the shock of seeing ever-sweet Beel suddenly get so aggressive with them that startled them so. He saw a couple tears gathering in their eyes before they could hide them and his heart just sank…

The MC was picked up in a crushing bear hug before they even let out their first sniffle. Beel didn’t even have to say how sorry he was, they could feel it in every squeeze he gave them. All while he completely ignored the growling of his stomach...

Beel wouldn’t let them go until he was certain they’d forgiven him which, honestly, took a while. Mammon was the one to ask why he had carried them all the way back to the House like a baby but… well, he didn’t need to know, now did he?

“MC, I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have shouted… Are you alright...?”

Belphegor 

Stubborn boi is stubborn and trying really, really hard not to crack right now...

That's not going to last long.

Belphie can be a bit of a brat and since he's the baby of the family so he's used to getting his way. He and the MC don't argue a ton, but when they do, he always digs his heels in and refuses to budge an inch on anything.

So what started out as a simple disagreement on how often Belphie would flake out on his chores turned into a kick-the-door-down argument over how much his laziness left the MC to pick up the slack...

It ended as all their barn burning arguments do, with demon-form Belphie sitting cross-legged on his bed refusing to look at them and the MC angrily pacing about the room until he cools off…

And then he heard it.

First a sniffle… and then a hiccup. Another sniffle then muffled whine…

Oh no… not this… Why are they crying…? They don't normally cry…

To his credit (or perhaps discredit), he managed to hold out for about two minutes before he finally glanced back at them. Seeing the MC wiping their tears all alone on the floor crumbled his resolve real quick.

The MC found themselves enveloped by Belphie's arms before they even noticed he got up. Naturally, he was pouting and trying to make it seem like "not a big deal or anything" but they could tell by the nervous twitch of his tail that he was hurting too…

Needless to say. Belphie started remembering his chores a lot more after that.

"Humans are so fragile… I didn't mean to make you cry, you know? I'll get things done just… Don't cry… please…"

[seriouslysnape]

Miscommunication

James Potter x Remus Lupin x Sirius Black x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Language.

Word Count: 1,349

A/N: Here is part 2!

“Oh, I’m well aware that you don’t appreciate me.”

“Fuck you, Sirius!” Your usually calm voice bellowed out in the boys’ dormitory.

“You better watch your fucking mouth.” Sirius pointed at you, his face red with anger and his eyes full of rage.

“Or what? Are you gonna ‘fuck the attitude out of me’?” You spat, so close to exploding that your entire body was trembling; “Sex doesn’t fix everything!”

Sirius looked horrified at your statement, but he was even more appalled at your sudden boldness towards him. You never talked back. To any of them. And if you ever had the urge to, Sirius was the last one you’d ever try it on. Something had really riled you up, but Sirius didn’t care what it was.

All he knew was that you were pissing him off.

“Since when do you tell me how we do things? Last time I checked, you’re not in control here, sweetheart.” He hissed, the endearment dripping with venom.

You were far past the point of backing down now. You were on a steady roll and you were determined to get it into his thick skull. No matter what it took. He was standing just in front of you, and half a step forward would have the two of you touching.

“You still have to listen to me, Sirius. You can’t just throw me around all the time.” You remarked, your voice rising even louder, despite your close vicinity.

“Oh, so now you’re telling me what to do? You’ve lost your fucking mind.” Sirius growled, matching your volume.

The door swung open, revealing James and Remus who looked as if they had ran there from clear across the castle.

“What is going on?” James heaved; “We can hear you two all the way from the common room.” 

Sirius laughed incredulously, turning away from you to face the two boys.

“Princess here has decided that she can get away with saying whatever she wants to me,” Sirius explained; “I was just telling her that’s not how we do things.”

Remus was the first to raise a brow. It was very peculiar for you to scream at any of them like this. From time to time, you’d get irritated or even a little fussy with your boys, but never full blown outraged like this. Sometimes you’d even catch an attitude on purpose with the hopes of getting what you want, but something was definitely wrong here. You were demanding attention, but not THAT kind of attention.

“Baby,” Remus began gently, approaching you with a soft demeanor; “What’s gotten you so upset?”

Sirius’ head whipped around at lightning speed, his voice thick with spite as he gruffed at Remus.

“Do not ‘baby’ her. She’s being a-”

“Pads!” James cut off Sirius before he said something he’d regret. 

“What? She’s being stubborn!” Sirius argued.

Soon enough, Sirius and James were on the other side of the room, talking at each other and trying to outargue the other. You weren’t even focused on Sirius anymore. You kept your eyes trained on Remus in hopes of settling yourself down. Remus had a calming effect on you that the other two didn’t have. 

“He’s just being so aggravating.” You said lowly, keeping your volume at a minimum.

“What do you mean, lovebug?” Remus questioned, stroking your cheek with his most cautious touch. He left a loving kiss to your lips that were strained with displeasure, hoping to bring you back to your more normal self.

“He just won’t listen to me,” You stressed; “I’ve had a really long day and all I wanted to do was just talk about it. But he can’t keep his dick in his pants long enough to even let me express myself.”

Remus looked over his shoulder to get a quick glance at James and Sirius, who were still quarreling away. There was no doubt that Sirius’ side of the story was very different from yours. Remus sighed heavily, because this wasn’t the first time this had happened. It hadn’t quite sparked this big of a reaction from you, but this bickering topic had been discussed before. 

Remus and James had told Sirius time and time again that his ignorance for your non-sexual needs was going to get him in trouble. More often than not, you let Sirius push you and you would just take it without fighting back. They knew it was only a matter of time before you snapped.

“Sirius doesn’t talk as well as James and I do. You know that.” Remus pointed out.

Sirius usually left the “emotional counseling” (as he called it) to James and Remus. Sirius’ ability to communicate verbally was less than perfect. Sirius figured that a bad day could be solved by a couple of orgasms. He didn’t understand that you weren’t going to always want to solve it that way. 

“But if you two can do it, then why can’t he?” You posed; “I love talking to you and James, but Sirius just doesn’t care.” 

“He does care, baby, just not always in the way you want him to. He just needs some practice.” Remus suggested.

Maybe you were being a little hard to get along with, but if Sirius was going to be a part of his relationship, then he had to at least try to embrace the other aspects of being committed. The other side of the room suddenly fell silent, pausing your and Remus’ conversation. Sirius was glaring at you, and it seemed that James wasn’t really getting through to him. The bubbling pot of anger had well boiled over in Sirius, the steaming liquid of wrath seeping through every bone and crevice of his being.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I sure as hell don’t appreciate it.” Sirius snarked, beginning to target you again.

“Oh, I’m well aware that you don’t appreciate me.” You fired off, pushing past Remus to meet Sirius halfway.

James and Remus were caught in the middle, watching the two of you fight from off to the side.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Sirius riposted, his cheeks flushing red once more.

You scoffed in distaste, grabbing your things and preparing to make your exit.

“I mean that until you learn how to be a decent boyfriend and human being,” You scowled; “I don’t want to be around you.”

All three of the boys froze in place, stunned at your words. Sirius felt a rush of dread flood his veins and go straight to his head. He knew that you weren’t breaking up with him, but he couldn’t imagine his days without you. The thought of you being all over James and Remus without him was hard to take. All four of you were in a relationship together. None of you were used to you distancing yourself from one member.

“You’re not thinking this through, bunny.” Remus warned once he built the courage to speak.

“Moony’s right,” James added; “Let’s all sit down and talk about this, yeah?”

You shook your head angrily as you forcefully shoved your books and whatever else into your backpack. If Sirius wasn’t going to talk, then neither were you. You were shooting daggers into Sirius’ frame, making your unhappiness very obvious.

“Sirius won’t understand. There’s no point.” You huffed.

Despite Sirius’ growing sense of worry and desire to keep you around, his exasperation won out.

“The only thing I don’t understand is why you’re acting like such a bitch.” Sirius snapped, delivering the final blow.

James closed his eyes in frustration, Remus pinching the bridge of his nose. They knew that Sirius had just REALLY fucked up now. You only shook your head again, slinging your backpack over your shoulders.

“I’ll see you boys later.” You said to James and Remus, purposefully ignoring Sirius.

You bumped past Sirius and had slammed the door behind you before anything else could be said. The boys were standing there in complete, desolate quietness. James and Remus were staring Sirius down, which was enough to begin to simmer out his anger. James spoke first, his voice thick with annoyance and sarcasm.

“That went well.”

[teeth--eater]

dont think im gonna use this scene, and its a shame to go to waste, so heres a deleted scene from ranboos interlude :] its completely unedited, so. you know. mispellings abound. im not very good at spelling

Tubbo smiles at him when he walks in, gestureing him to sit next to him. Ranboo smiles back, a bit timidly, and takes the seat to the left of Tubbo, leaving the late crewmate's seat empty.

A plate is set down in front of Ranboo by Phil. Ranboo thanks him queity and starts eating. He's been especially hungry these past few days, all this stress is starving him. Phil gives him an amused look at his hunger and Ranboo makes an effort to slow down.

"So, what does the ICA have you doin' Ranboo?" Tubbo asks, breaking the silence and making Ranboo jump a little.

"Here?" Ranboo squeaks. Tubbo laughs.

"Yeah here," Tubbo says.

"Oh, I'm really just here to make sure you guys arent like...criminals? Or at least not putting Tubbo in any danger."

Phil's wings puff up slightly.

"Why are they sending (I)you to check for danger?" Phil says, voice suddenly hard. Ranboo looks down, embarrassed.

"Oh, not like that Ranboo," Phil says hurriedly. "I just mean, why would they send a student to make sure another student is safe? That would put both of you in danger."

Ranboo picks at his food.

"Well, uh- I kinda couldn't say no? Like- I could have, but if they told me later that I had said yes I wouldve belived them, you know my- my memory. Besides I- I dont do super good in my classes and they-"

Ranboo takes a breath and hopes the others dont notice how his voice is shaking.

"I think they wanted me out of the way." Ranboo says thinly. The table is silent, but Ranboo doesn't look up from his food to see their expressions. Horrror slowly rises into panic. (I)Why had he said (I)any of that? They didn't ask for his life story!

Wilbur stands up, slamming his hands on the table and stomping away. Ranboo sinks further in his seat, wanting to sink into the ground and disappear. Techno makes a strange huffing sound that Ranboo is (I)pretty sure means anger, and clears his throat. Ranboo looks up at him warily. The captain's wings are partially spread behind him, though he doesn't seem to be aware of the threat display.

"You dont deserve to be taken advantage of, Ranboo," Phil says sternly, then lets out a frustrated hiss. "Fuck me, once it gets out that the school is using disabled students as their canon fodder there'll be an uproar."

Ranboo shoots to his feet.

"No! The school has good people, I'm just- I'm stupid, a waste of resources-" Phil rises too, almost comically shorter than the enderian, though his wings are fully expanded, each tip nearly brushing the opposite walls in the dining room. Ranboo shrinks back.

"Who is telling you this?" Phil asks, deadly calm. Ranboo's tail curls around his leg nervously.

"No one," Ranboo whispers. Phil steps forward.

"Ranboo, what is going to happen to you when you go back?"

Ranboo breaks.

"They're going to kick me out," Ranboo chokes out, hands coming up to hide his face. "I dont- my haunting kicked me out too- I was- I couldn't hunt because I got lost and- and I couldn't do (I)anything right! I wont- I wont have anywhere to go."

"Ranboo, I'm going to talk to the school," Philza says, though the threatening undercurrent in his voice tells Ranboo there will be a little more than talking involved with that interaction. "We can figure this out, okay? Responsible adults may not be a concept you're used to, but you dont even have to worry, we'll handle it."

Ranboo takes deep breaths, trying to steady himself. He fails, his breathing is shuddering and too-fast, but he's still breathing, so he counts that as a win.

He might not be in a little bit if the embarrassment of what he'd just admitted kills him first, which is looking increasingly likely.

Ranboo looks in Phil's eyes, ignoring the immediate longing to break eye-contact, and sees nothing but honesty there. He nods.

"Okay."

__________________________

He tries to retreat back to his room after that, but is pulled out of his plan of moping with his head under a pillow by a hesitant knock on the door. Ranboo sighs deeply and gets up to answer it. It's not like he can ignore any of the crew, but he's had a pretty rough day and breakfast is barely over. Can't he just be left alone.

"It's bullshit that people take advantage of something you cant control," Wilbur says, voice steady. "Write down everything you want to remember as soon as it happens. People wont be able to lie to you anymore."

Ranboo opens the door to see Wilbur, and winces internally, wondering what he had done to upset the phantling this time.

"Hi Wilbur," Ranboo says nervously. Wilbur's tail is flicking, and he isn't looking at Ranboo, but he holds something out to the enderian all the same. Ranboo takes a step back, thinking, a bit hysterically, that it's a bomb of some sort.

With that vague statement, Wilbur walks back to the main body of the ship, leaving Ranboo staring after him. Once the phantling is fully gone, Ranboo turns around and sits at his desk.

Ranboo takes the book from Wilbur's hands, a bit shaky. He flips the pages open, revealing hundreds of pages of lined paper. He looks back up at Wilbur, eyes wide.

"This is for me?" He asks, awed. Wilbur nods, still looking a bit uncomfortable. The phantling closes his eyes and pushes his ears back, a gesture of apology if Ranboo is remembering right.

"I'm sorry I've been so... dickish." Wilbur says. "I- I've got a lot to protect."

He writes the date, the time, and then 'Wilbur gave me this journal and apologized'.

He stares down at the writing. The knowledge that he will be able to recall this fact, this thing that happened is... new. It's good.

Maybe really (I)can get better.

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and cut! far too soon for resolution, weve got quite a bit more angst to slog through before we see the shore,

[rayofsunas]

arguments.

A/n: happy Tuesday everyone! I hope your day is going alright. my week so far has surprisingly been great! let’s hope it stays that way :) anyways, enjoy everyone and stay safe!

Summary: arguments with their s/o.

Parings: Xiao/Reader, Zhongli/Reader, Albedo/Reader (all gn)

Warnings: arguments, fluff, angst

Word count: 1.3k

Requested by @fernackerman​

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Xiao

if you and Xiao get into an argument, you best believe it’s over something serious 

they aren’t full-fledged screaming matches tho, he doesn’t wanna waste his energy on that

argument examples: boundaries, personal space, etc. 

he finds his personal space very important

he simply doesn’t engage petty arguments

why? because they’re a waste of time and energy

he can be difficult to deal with, let's be real

he’s blunt, though respectful, but he speaks his mind a lot, most of the time it just happens that way

so if you happen to argue, which surprisingly happens quite a bit because of his bluntness, you’re in for it

he’s not cruel, he’s not mean either, he’s just very, very blunt and DOES NOT CARE

he’s bold let's just say that

I feel like he doesn’t like overly clingy people, so if you happen to be clinging to him like a lost puppy, sorry, he’s going to be irritated and an argument will happen

he enjoys personal space and if you’re hanging all over him, he hates it so much

and trust me, he has a sassy retort for everything

“Quit clinging to me, it’s annoying.” Xiao snapped, pushing you away from him. 

“I’m barely clinging, you’re just bitter.” You huffed in annoyance. 

“Yeah, because you’re hanging off of me like a lost dog. Get off.”

don’t ask him stupid questions either, especially if you already know the answer to them and are trying to be funny, tease or get a rise out of him

he may seem like a fun sponge shh

do you have questions concerning his past? don’t ask... most likely if he hasn’t told you yet, there’s a good reason for it (he might one day)

so pls pls don’t do this, he’ll get all defensive and show you his wrath

“Stop asking so many questions, why do you need to know everything?”

“You’re annoying, I don’t know why I even put up with you...”

of course he doesn’t mean it, he's just upset and feels his privacy is being invaded

rule number one, don’t ask about his past if he hasn’t shown interest in speaking about it

don’t worry though, after arguments, despite his pride, he ALWAYS apologizes

he doesn’t want to lose you

you’re the one great thing in his life, he can’t lose you

he’ll apologize and give you a kith on your cheek muah

fight me I know despite being touch starved, his preferred love language is physical

Zhongli

y’all don’t argue, simple as that

so arguments usually don’t happen tbh

thank goodness

Zhongli is incredibly forgiving and the least argumentative of the three boys

the arguments are never serious (okay not never, but you get what I mean)

they’re usually playful, peaceful, zero malice behind words

“Zhongli, did you drink all the milk and not replace it?”

“So what if I did, dear.”

“I was going to use that to make a cake you brat!”

“Me a brat? You’re acting very bratty right now, dear.”

it’s arguments like these that are entirely playful and don’t leave you both angry at one another or bothered 

he doesn’t like arguing, with anybody!

he likes to keep the peace with his s/o

on the rare, rare, RARE occasion that there’s an argument it usually about your wellbeing

“I told you I’m fine! Archons, leave me alone, Zhongli.”

“You’re bleeding! I am trying to help you. Stop being childish.”

“Me childish? You worry about silly things.”

“This is not silly! I don’t want to see you hurt!”

he really, really cares and wants to protect you, so that’s going to be the root of the arguments

you putting yourself in danger really angers him, humans aren’t expendable in his eyes, you’re not expendable 

LISTEN TO HIM

please stop putting yourself in danger Y/n, or else you’re going to face an angry Archon

but even during arguments, he’s not mean at all

the point of the arguments aren’t to belittle you or make you hate him, no

they’re to make you realize that he’s worried about you

a wake-up call, I should say

his intentions are cruel or malicious, you just need to realize that he’s worried about you and that’ll fix everything

it doesn’t take Zhongli a long time to apologize, especially if you’re visibly upset

he’s apologizing immediately

right after the argument, he’s practically bowing at your feet, asking for forgiveness

he really does not want to hurt your feelings, he loves you so much

just listen to him when he has concerns and everything will be good 

Albedo

okay, you two don’t argue a lot, simply because Albedo is not a hostile or angry guy

he’s so gentle pls (how many times do I have to say we gotta protecc him?!?) 

he has no reason to argue with you, none at all

but arguing is normal, a healthy part of relationships he says, despite the obvious

the arguments happen when he’s usually stressed, other than that they don’t happen

so, you only argue if you touch something of his that he doesn’t want you to OR question his thinking and try to persuade him into believing a theory of your own

one, his lab is a complete mess, so yeah the thought is nice when you attempt to clean it yourself and the first few times he accepts it

a clean space is better than working in a messy and shrewd one

but if you constantly keep misplacing things and cleaning the area to the point where he can’t find or reach something, he’s going to be mad

“I’m not mad, but it really bothers me when you misplace my stuff.”

“You sound mad...And I’m sorry, I was just helping.”

“Well don’t.”

ummmm... just say you’re mad sir lmao

his anger is a different type of anger... he can be very passive-aggressive during arguments

he doesn’t want to make a big deal, but he’s going to show and let you know somehow that he’s bothered

two, don’t try to persuade his thinking or tell him his findings are incorrect/not valid

he despises this so much

nothing in the world is set in stone, science doesn’t have rules, unless it relates to equations

he’s not a puppet so don’t try to make him believe in what you do 

he may agree, but if he doesn’t don’t force it, he won’t like the idea of feeling like you’re trying to box him into a single thought

pls don’t do this, even if you mean well, don’t

and trust me when I say this, he prefers a s/o who questions his findings 

he WANTS you to be engaged with what he does, or else this will never work

so he enjoys that you question his findings and bring a better understanding to the table, possible other equations and even broaden his thinking

but he hates when you try to tell belittle his thinking/research and state you know something better than he does

that may be the case, but don’t lmao

of course you’d never do it on purpose, Archons no

“I really don’t think this is correct.” You said.

“There are no limitations to my research.”

“Yes but-”

“You sound like a know-it-all, did you forget I’ve studied this for years?”

yeah, end of the day, don’t touch his stuff, don’t try to be a puppet master or control him

but even then, you two don’t argue unless he’s very, very stressed

he works the hardest to apologize

he hates the idea of going to bed beside one another, and there being “bad blood”

he’s going to do whatever it takes to show his sincerity when he apologizes

because although this is not an excuse, his snappiness is majority of the time due to stress and that will be the only time he lets anger control his thinking 

2.23.21, rayofsunas

[punkpresentmic]

But consider a traitor Aizawa AU. He's 1 of the few adults Eri fully trusts—the hero who helps her with her Quirk, who helps take care of her, who makes her apple snacks—& he suddenly disappears. She's told he's betrayed them, that he's bad now, that he's a villain—the same word always applied to Overhaul.

She's still got Mic, Aizawa's husband, who's been betrayed just as much if not more. But it's like there's a hole ripped in the fabric of UA.

& with all the stress of the situation, & Aizawa no longer around to erase it, her Quirk starts acting up again. Doctors prescribe her medication that should help her control it, but the meds don't really seem to be working.

Then 1 day, in the dead of night, Aizawa is back. At her windowsill. He asks her to come with him.

At her clear hesitation, Aizawa tells her she doesn't have to decide right now. He's always let her take her time when she's needed it. This hasn't changed. Aizawa nullifies her Quirk, brings it down to a more manageable level, &—just like that—he leaves.

She tells everyone in the morning about what happened, but there's no evidence of it anywhere—no security footage or alerts, no fingerprints, nothing. & because vivid dreams are a potential side-effect of the meds, it’s all written off as a dream. She’s obviously upset by people’s denial of what she experienced.

All of this takes a HUGE toll on Hizashi. He's probably been hit the hardest, yet he's forced to keep a brave face. He has no other choice. He can't just break down, no matter how understandable it would be. People need him—Eri, the distraught students Shouta left behind, the media. The police also have questions for him; it's hard for them to believe this isn't a 2-person job, & he can't exactly scream in their faces about how much he's lost, about how close he is to losing himself too. No, he has to maintain a mask of professionalism at all times.

But now Eri says his husband was here. In her room. A hall away.

Hizashi pulls an all-nighter in Eri's room. Nothing. Figures. Poor kid. It's been hard on all of them, & it's no wonder her little mind can't process it properly. Hell, he can't think about it without verging on a breakdown—something that with his Quirk could be physically dangerous. His pain could level the building.

But there's no reports of an Eraserhead sighting from Eri the next day either.

Nemuri—who he's been avoiding like the plague throughout all this—gets wind of how sleep-deprived he is, threatens to use her Quirk on him, offers to stay in Eri's room for him. Keep watch. She swears on anything she'll alert him & only him immediately if there's anything... But there isn't. Eri also reports nothing.

It’s the next night, just when they've decided to buy the doctors & investigators' verdict that it was all in Eri's head, that Shouta appears in Hizashi's room (a new, empty staff dorm—the memories in their shared suite too painful).

Immediately there's tears streaming down Hizashi's face. He's been trying so, so hard to keep it together all this time & now, in front of him, his husband is just... standing there. Hands raised in a pathetic way of showing he means no harm, as if he hasn't already done so much harm.

Hizashi clamps a hand over his own mouth, trying not to immediately blast out the windows with the sob that's building in his throat, gripping so hard his fingernails dig into his cheek. Hizashi wordlessly shakes his head, close to hyperventilating, & Shouta looks... tired. He looks really tired. He steps toward Hizashi like approaching a wounded animal, & it's a decent description of how he feels in the moment. Hizashi doesn't try to flee or stop him, frozen to the spot as the tears silently flow.

Shouta raises a hand to touch his face, still so hesitant. His fingers are shaking when they brush Hizashi’s cheek. Hizashi’s eyes snap closed. His hand is gentle. It cups his cheek, a thumb wiping the tears that he’s the cause of.

He wants to get mad, he wants to get mad, he wants to get mad. He wants to explode. Scream the whole teacher’s dorm awake until there’s a dozen pros to take Shouta down. Blast out his eardrums & send him reeling from the vertigo because he left. He betrayed them. All of them. He betrayed him.

But he's not. He’s not mad & he doesn’t know why, only knows that oh god it hurts. Just knows that he’s shaking apart because this is Shouta & he can’t do this. & Shouta’s hand cups his cheek & he lets it happen & he hates that he’s missed it so much. He’s missed him so much.

Shouta's other hand joins, holding his face so tenderly. Their bodies are close, Hizashi can’t lean into him—he can’t—but then Shouta presses their foreheads together & from the shaking exhale Shouta lets out, it almost breaks both of them.

Shouta holds him like that. Hizashi's trembling hands move from his mouth to cover his husband's hands, to grip them tightly like he'll disappear—like Hizashi will wake from a dream.

He doesn't.

Hizashi is shaking his head again, not trusting himself with words, but he can manage a whisper: Why?

"I can't tell you that, 'Zashi."

It's too much. It's been too much for too long, & that's what does it.

"Erase my Quirk."

A questioning look, so familiar. It's the hesitation on Shouta’s part that finally gets that flare of anger burning in his chest.

"Just do it," he growls like it’s a threat, & in a way it is, but the anger is doused as quickly as it arrived.

& Shouta does. His eyes glow golden & good & there’s so much Hizashi doesn’t understand & he shatters.

For the first time in the weeks Shouta has been gone, Hizashi can finally fall apart.

Hizashi clutches two fists in Shouta’s old hero costume, heaving with the sobs & wails he’s been pushing down for far too long now—completely silent, nothing but harsh rushes of air.

If Shouta were to blink for even a second, the windows & all the glass in the room would be gone. But Shouta’s got him, like he's always had him. & Shouta holds him fiercely close to his chest, lets him get it out, & says nothing.

(pt. 2)

[lokifantasies]

Stolen (Loki/Reader)

Loki can be very annoying – you figured that out once the two of you purposely conceived a child. Every morning, he would follow you around like a lost little puppy while you got ready for work – having this compulsive need to make sure you were okay – that you were feeling fine and not vomiting all over the place.

"Loki," you rolled your eyes while washing your face in the bathroom sink – the God of Mischief protectively watching you. "Would you relax, please?" you begged him, honestly getting annoyed with his antics. "You don't need to keep following me around."

Loki's eyes widened as you put toothpaste on your toothbrush and start brushing your teeth. "What else am I supposed to do? Leave you alone? You're carrying my child, Y/N."

"This is also my child, Loki," you reminded him, your words slurring because of the paste. "You're stressing me out."

Loki let out a sigh, walked out of the bathroom, and then plopped down on the edge of the bed. You finished brushing your teeth, and you walked towards him – standing in front of him as he sat on the bed you and he share. "I'm sorry," he apologized, resting his head on the small baby bump that has started to show. "I just – I'm terrified of something happening to you...and our little one."

You ran your fingers through his hair and bent down to place a kiss on his head while he wrapped his arms around your waist. "I know you are," you comforted him. "You don't think I'm nervous?"

"I would be concerned if you weren't," Loki mumbled into your shirt.

You let out a chuckle. "The last thing I need is to feel constantly stressed out."

Loki planted a kiss on the small bump and looked up at you. "I'll try to relax."

"That's all I ask," you smiled, bending down to meet his lips halfway.

Two days – it's been two days since he promised to try to relax, and he's either not trying whatsoever, or he lied to you.

"You told me!" you yell at the god while he follows your angry stomping to the bedroom. "You promised me that you'd chill out!"

Loki scoffs. "No, I said I would try to relax," he reminds you.

Your head is about to explode – tears from your anger on the verge of spilling.

"Loki, you looked me in the face and lied to me," you grumble through gritted teeth.

Loki looks offended. "Really? You seriously believe I lied to you?" You throw your hands up in defeat and lock yourself in the bathroom – needing to get away from him in some sort of way. After a few moments of silence, you hear a soft knock on the door – a different sound from the sobs you're currently crying. "Please come out," Loki begs – hurt in his voice. You sniffle in response. "I'm -," he begins before sitting down with his back up against the door and letting out a sigh. "I'm scared to lose you," he painfully admits. You turn your eyes to the door – wondering if you should get out or not. Still, though, you remain silent – wiping your tears with the back of your hand. "When we were in the library," Loki continues to quietly speak from the other side of the door, "I, it took me a long time to accept that I wasn't dreaming." He lets out a fond chuckle. "You know that I've loved you for years – even as you slept in my brother's arms, and now – now...it's us. It's you and me – the little one you carry for us. There's a part of me that's convinced I'll lose all of this because...," he takes a deep breath, "because it wasn't supposed to be mine to begin with," his shaky voice finally admits.

You slowly get up from the bathtub and walk to the door, slowly opening it so that Loki doesn't fall backward. "That's not true," you manage to whisper – Loki looking up at you from the floor.

Loki stands up and grabs your hand – leading you to the bed and pulling you into his lap so that you straddle him. "It is true," he speaks quietly, wiping away any remaining tears you have. "I stole you...I,"

"I'm not property," you say, offended at his remark. "I chose you over Thor."

Loki gives you a sad smile. "Would we be where we are right now if I hadn't come to visit you in the library that day?"

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. Just where would the two of you be if Loki hadn't come and literally sweep you off your feet? Would you still be living the unhappy life you had with Thor? "I don't know," you quietly shrug and look down at the small bump – your hands gently rubbing it. "But that doesn't matter...you did come, and you gave me the out that I was trying so desperately to find." You grab Loki's chin and make him look at you when he tries to look away. "You're my hero," you tell him, trying to get it to stick in his head. "You saved me from, what I believed, was a loveless, toxic relationship. I'm sure I would've left Thor at some point, and I'm willing to bet that I'd still end up here – with you – and our baby."

Loki's hand goes to the back of your head, and he pulls you down so his lips can capture yours. You let out a giggle when the two of you finally break apart – finally, his gorgeous smile back on his face.

"What's so funny?" Loki asks you, grinning as he tries to figure out what you're laughing at. While biting your lip and looking at him with seductive, lust-filled eyes, you move your hips so that you can feel the bulge that is undeniably growing in his pants. "Oh, really now?" Loki returns your sultry expression – his voice deepening as his arousal grows. His hands go to your belly, and you wiggle your hips against him once more. Loki closes his eyes, trying not to lose complete control, and he gently picks you up, so he can lie you on your back. Instantly, you bend your knees and spread your legs for him, and he begins to remove your pants along with your panties. His hand finds its way to your wetness, and his fingers begin to play as you explore each other's mouth. You grab fistfuls of his hair, and he pulls away from you – his eyes completely lust-blown and his expression hungry while his other hand softly rubs your baby bump. "I should have warned you about this little kink of mine."

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