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Surprise I'm back! Due to me getting hyperfixated on Star Wars again I decided to try my shot at doing an x Reader for my favorite clone. I actually cried writing some of this and I hope it makes you cry to, but in a good way.
TW: Themes of depression, loss of loved one, grieving
Summary: Reader is struggling after Tech's death and trys a differnt way of journaling as a form of coping.
Notes: This is a hurt with healing process kinda story. Everything in italicized quotations is what's being written in the journal.
Proofread by: My English Major BF
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I sat in my most comfy chair in my home on Pabu, closed journal in my lap that I hesitate to open as I stare at it with a pencil loosely gripped in hand. I was struggling to do something so simple, something that would be easy any other day. Seems I'm gonna have a rough day...
Slowly, I flip the journal open to a blank page with a hard sniffle and bring the tip of the lead to the textured sheet as I slowly begin to write, taking a sleeve covered hand to wipe away the tears from my puffy eyes.
"18 BBY. Taungsday, 2:45pm.
Tech,
I've been told journaling can help one with thoughts and such and so, as of late, I've taken up the...hobby? I digress, my approach shall be a bit different today, as I pretend I'm writing to you about my thoughts, then just jotting them down even though you're-"
A tear plops onto the paper, messing up the last few letters. "Shit..." I quietly hiss out as I dab the spot with my sleeve. The word was still legible but looked weird. Confirming that the paper was dry enough by touching it with my finger tip, with a drawn out sigh, I continue writing.
"gone. It's been four standard weeks and three local rotations since and it's been hard with you gone, to say the least. Everyone keeps saying it's going to be okay but it surely doesn't feel like it. I can't help it....but to cry, I can't push through it, like your brothers and sister can. It hurts. The days seem long, like time is passing incredibly slow, and tiresome. I'm alone, more often than not, and it doesn't help that I've basically holed myself up in my home as a way to grieve."
I tilt my head back against the back of the chair, the tears changing direction from my cheeks to racing towards my ears and down my neck. I close my eyes and take slow even breaths, my fist clenching around the pencil. Nothing but the breeze from the open windows could be heard and it remained that way for several minutes. A dry short laugh slips past my lips as I move my head back to an upright position. The sound of lead scratching against the paper fills the room once more.
"I can picture it now, if you were here. 'Why do you cry? Everything has an end, it is the natural way of things. Do not be upset.' What I would give to hear your straight-to-the-point, matter-of-fact voice again.
"I know everyone handles loss differently...I just wish it didn't hurt as much as it does. You were special to me, as I was for you, I just hope that you knew how much I loved you...how much I still love you. Love...that's what I feel hurts the most, the loss of someone I love. To think I'd never get to see, touch, or speak to them again...to never get to say 'I love you' again. The thought was always there but I didn't think it'd be so soon."
I place the pencil in the center fold of the journal. Taking both hands, I used gentle fingers to wipe away the constant tears that wavered my vision, that made it hard to see. I give a stuffy inhale, my nasal passage having swelled nearly shut. I close the journal and place it beside me, I stand with the popping of joints as I shuffle over to a tissue box to blow my nose. The used tissue, now folded into a small square, lay in the nearby trashcan full of other tissues. I look out the window with sad puffy eyes, watching people and local critters pass by. With a deep sigh, I turn away and sit back down. I grab the journal and pencil, and continue.
"You'd probably disapprove of the state I'm in. You'd want me to go outside because, 'Fresh air, sunshine, and physical activity can help improve one's mental state.' or something along those lines. Do something to make me feel better to some degree, ya know...it's easier said than done. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to feel this way forever when thinking about you. I want to smile and think of the good times, maybe I'd cry a little, but maybe that'd be okay?"
The tears keep cascading from my eyes, I furiously wipe them away with a sleeve, a hiccup forcing itself from my lips as I keep scribbling away. The glass of water sat on top the small side table to my right, full and untouched from this morning as it had beem when Hunter left it for me before the groups departure. I stop writing and look at it, the ice had melted several hours ago and a considerable amount of condensation had accumulated on the outside of the glass cup in the humid weather. With a harsh, sinus cavity shaking sniffle, I reach over and grab the cup, bringing it to my lips and taking a few small sips.
"Your siblings try their best to help me feel better, do their best to get me out of the house to do things, when they're here, that is. They still leave the island for missions. It's been difficult but it's appreciated. Some day I'll be able to go out without any prompting but I don't think it'll be any day soon, although one can hope.
"Omega has shown me a friendship bracelet she made and is in the process of showing me how to make one,"
I glance at the dinning table with the half finished bracelet and materials strewn about it for a brief moment with a fond smile.
"Crosshair is trying to get me into gardening with him but my luck with plants isn't so great. I guess it wouldn't hurt to try. Wrecker is very enthusiastic about teaching me how to fish, despite my attempts to politely decline, he says he'll 'get me out there someday, even if it's just helping with the tackle.' Echo isn't here much since he's been out with Rex helping their brothers but when he is here, he tells me stories of his journeys and makes sure I'm not alone. Hunter makes sure I'm taking care of myself. Even when they're away, he comms and checks in to make sure I've eaten, or not sitting still rotting in the same spot for days, which is nice. I'm very grateful to all of them, I just wish I was in a better mental place to convey it better but it'll take some time."
I go to swallow but with the sinus congestion and swollen nasal passage from all the crying I've done, I end up gagging my spit down instead. I place my arms on the arm rests of the chair and close my eyes, taking deep breaths in and out through my mouth, I listen to the pleasant chatter of people passing by and neighbors chatting. After a bit, the pencil is back to the paper.
"You're missed dearly, Tech. Everyday. And I don't think I'll ever stop missing you. But one day it'll be with a smile instead of a frown."
Once the final word is written, I give it a brief once over and nod. I close the journal and set it aside on the table next to the glass of water. I stand from my chair with a quick stretch, grabbing said glass and slowly making my way towards the front door. Today, I'll go outside of my own volition and participate in the small, but growing, community from the comfort of my front porch and see where the day takes me.
Penny is one of my favorites and I'm married to her in my current play-through so of course!
Reader is Fem as requested with a pre-existing relationship with Penny in this story and is set in year 3. Reader is taller than Sam who is 5'11", buff as hell because of all the farm work, and has scary dog privilege.
Music Inspiration: Breakfast - Dove Cameron, Walls Could Talk - Halsey
Art By: Couldn't find the artist but if someone does and links them that would be great!
Proofread by my English Major BF
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I took my time with the whole dating thing here in town to give myself time to settle in. Plus, I wanted to get to know everyone well enough before entering that scene. After meeting Penny, I knew that's who I wanted to be with forever but I was biding my time.
Fast forward to today, Penny and I have been dating for a few seasons now. I'm well aware that she's pleasant and nice with everyone but some recipients of her attention take advantage of her niceness, much to my displeasure.
We were at the saloon picking up dinner for the night since neither of us wanted to cook because she was spending the night just this once. I pay Gus the required amount of gold and as we go to walk out, Marnie stops me and asks me about how my farm was doing for the season. I gave her polite answers, that things are going well and that the animals I bought from her are doing great. After a few minutes the conversation ends, I look around and notice Penny isn't nearby. I go outside assuming that's where she went and there she was talking to Sam. She was giggling at something he said and there was a light blush on his face.
Sam is nice enough as far as people go and I knew of his feelings for Penny before her and I were dating. He denies any remaining feelings for her but every interaction he has with her says otherwise. I walk up behind her, draping my free hand over her shoulder and resting my chin on the other with a smug squinty eyed expression, all while looking Sam in the eyes. Seeing his smile slightly falter is worth it. "Hey babe." I kiss her on the cheek, "Ready to head home?" I ask. I can feel the heat radiating from her as she stutters out her response, "Y-yes honey!" I smile and keep my eyes squinted at Sam, "See you around man." I say in a sickly sweet manner.
The walk back is quiet and as we enter the farm house, I find out why. "You didn't have to do all that just to tell him off." Penny says this sternly. I pout at the slight scolding to me, it was fun seeing him get sad that the girl he loved is taken. "I know and I'm sorry. He just doesn't seem to get the point that we're together..." I mumble out. She smooshes my cheeks together with flat palms and a slight smile on her face, "Regardless of how jealous you get, I still love you." She says as she pulls my face closer and plants a kiss on my smooshed puckered lips and I hum with delight.
Would you be willing to write Emily x Farmer with Emily having the farmer model clothes for her?
Of course! Hope you like it.
Farmer is gender neutral for this story.
This is set sometime after Emily's 8 heart event.
Music Inspo: by Kéni Ouest
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Proof read by my English Major BF
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To say you had any fashion sense would be a very big understatement. If anyone told you right now that they liked your current day to day outfit, they'd be lying to you. Besides, farmers seem to have gotten the whole "comfort" thing down over the years, but it's not like you had a lot of time to go out and stock/update your wardrobe.
While you sit at your kitchen table sipping some water after a hard day's work, the phone rings. When you answer, you hear the sweet sound of Emily's voice, "Hey Y/N!...I uh I know you're probably busy right now but if you wouldn't mind coming over at some point today, I have a surprise for you. Bye!" She says, sounding a bit nervous, but she hangs up before you could give a response. You stand there for a minute or two, still holding the phone to your ear, mouth agape, listening to the end of call buzz. Slowly, you put the phone back on the jack, still reeling from how abruptly the call ended. You let out an, "Okaaayyyy?" barely above a whisper. Immediately after, you go to wash up before heading over to her house.
It's around 2pm by the time you get to her place. You've known each other for a while, having lived in the town for a year. You didn't need to knock but you still do before opening the door to be polite. Emily was sitting on the couch waiting for you and upon seeing you walk through the door, she jumps up, a slight blush to her cheeks, "Y/N! You made it!" She grabs you by the arms and gently pulls you in the direction of her sewing machine, "I hope you like my surprise." She says excitedly. Going around the corner, you see a rack with clothes and a little pop-up changing station next to her work station. By this time she's let go of your arms, "Tada!" She says enthusiastically. "While I appreciated you being there for me, I felt bad that you didn't get to participate during the fashion show..." There's a pause before she continues, "Especially since Clint interrupted. I just want you to feel included." She's avoiding your gaze by looking at the floor. Her cheeks and ears a bright red as she nervously rubs her hands together close to her chest. You grin and throw your arm over her shoulders, bringing her into a side hug. "I love the surprise Emily, I'm delighted you want to include me in this." You say with an encouraging smile. She looks up you, face beaming with relief, happiness, and something else? You don't push for answers as she shoves an outfit into your hands. She puts a CD into a radio and runway music starts to play.
You try on several outfits she's prepared for you, some were rather revealing but you were more the happy to show off for her as you've developed feelings for her over the past year. The other outfits were something you'd wear everyday; some pajamas, warmer clothes, and swimwear. With each outfit, all fitting excellently, which is surprising as you've never told her your measurements or let her measure you, you strut out of the pop-up towards where she sits to the best of your ability and strike a pose at the end. Each time Emily eyes you up and down, inspecting her handy work on her model of choice, making several comments about how good or how cute it looks on you as you lightly blush with each comment. You have to admit, the quality of each article is great! She's really outdone herself.
By the time things are wrapped up, it's 4:30pm. Emily places the clothes from earlier today in your arms, "Keep them....I made them specifically for you." She says, her face as red as her dress. She lowers her gaze absent mindedly to the floor. You look at her, waiting for her to finish thinking. Mere inches from you, she comes out of thought and looks you in the eyes, "Farmer....Y/N?" She asks breathlessly, her own eyes sparkling with...hope? Her mouth opens and closes a few times, trying to find whatever words she thought would be correct, before she decides to press her lips together in a thin line her expression of hope turned into one of worry and downcast. "Nevermind." She finally says, "I-I have to go before I'm late." She adds on. She waves goodbye with a slight smile before rushing out the door towards the saloon.
It's the next day now and you left her house confused. By now it was 1:20pm and all your farm chores were done. You head to Pierre's for items like vinegar to make something for dinner tonight and notice he's selling bouquets, so you buy one. You're going to give it to Emily to show your gratitude for what she's done but to also express your interest in her. You were hoping that was what she was going to express to you last night. You just hope you aren't going to ruin anything between you two if you're wrong.
You're soon at the door to her and her sister's house. You stand there, awkwardly trying to think of what to say and finally, you reach up to knock. Emily opens the door a few moments after and looks at you with curiosity, occasionally eyeing the bouquet in your hands waiting for you to say something. You're a blushing mess, you hand her the bouquet and let out the breath you were holding. Looking her in the eyes you say, "You've been the kindest person to me since I've moved here. You've shown me compassion, tenderness, joy, and several other things that have left me enamored with you. If you'd like, I'd like to take you out to show how grateful I am that you've been such a good friend to me and perhaps it could turn into a date if you'd allow?....By all means you don't have to accept I'd understand!" It all comes out in a panicked rush, you like her a lot but you can take no for an answer. She stands in the doorway with a smile on her face and a blush to match yours. "Of course I'll accept, Farmer." She responds. She grabs your wrists and pulls you inside.
TW: Hurt with slight comfort, abandonment issues+getting left behind briefly mentioned, breif mention of reader wanting to die
Context: Reader has abandonment issues due to being ditched by a parent during a titan attack (said parent was never seen again) and gets hurt real bad by Reiner and fully expexts to never see him again. The begin of this is a bit of a flashback before going back to current
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I was nervous. Reiner and I had become quick friends on the second day of being in the scouts training camp and now with it halfway done he wanted to see me after dinner. Speaking of dinner I had tried to make it last as long as possible but I could feel his gaze bore holes into my back the entire time, it also didn't help that Sasha kept asking if I was going to finish what was on my plate. I slid it to her after a while, I had lost my apatite.
I tried to leave the dinning hall as quietly as possible. It's not that I didn't want to hear what he had to say, in fact I actually really like him. He strong, caring to others, pretty funny when the timing is right, and most of all he has a big heart. I had actually hoped maybe he wanted to talk to confess but the odds are extremely low of that happening....I've learned from the past that getting close only hurts in the end.
I made it maybe seven feet from the dinning hall door before someone grabbed my arm and pulled me into the shadows covering my mouth before I could let out a yelp. This is it I'm done for, someone snuck in and I'm the poor soul who's life they chose to extinguish. "Gosh you're shaking like a leaf it's just me (Y/N)?" the voice of the hands said with a low rumbling chuckle while letting me go. I whirl around to face him and playfully smack him on the chest "Reiner! You scared the shit out of me!" I say with a huge grin appearing briefly of my face before looking up at him expectantly. His short choppy hair highlighted by the moonlight, dark shadows across his face with what seemed to be a hint of blush lurking beneath them. Perhaps getting close wouldn't be so bad?
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That was the night we confessed our feelings for each other and I had my first kiss. The many days that followed after were some of the best in my entire life...until they weren't.
It was a bit after graduation. What was left of our group were on Wall Rose and I was just ahead of Mikasa when she stopped, I could hear Reiner talking and Bertholdt getting a bit frantic so I turned around to head towards my love only to be stopped by her. The next few things that happened were a blur, Mikasa was gone in a flash attacking Reiner and Bertholdt, they both turned into the Colossal and Armored Titan respectively, and then they grabbed Eren and Ymir and ran.
That was the second most worst day of my life. I had told him about my abandonment issues and yet he still left on his own accord! The hurt and anger in my eyes and wails of his name as he ran into the woods...I hope it haunts him. The days that followed I became reckless on missions caring little for my own safety cause then at least if I died the pain would stop.
I didn't think I'd ever see him again and I was perfectly fine with that but because of Eren and his tendencies of course Reiner would show up again. I could tell even in his titan form he was looking for me as I zipped around on my ODM gear. I should've known it was stupid to attempt to go for the nape but I wanted to make him feel some sort of pain that I felt but before I could reach my destination he grabbed me out of the air and then it all went black.
When I came back to I was in a small room looking up at the ceiling, looking around I noticed Reiner sitting in the furthest corner from where I was with his arms crossed and head bent down. I sat up with a grunt which caused him to lift his head to look at me "(Y/N)..." he says softly, his harsh and depressing looking face softening as his eyes laided themselves on me taking in everything that's changed. He stood up and started to approach me but I scurried back falling off the edge of the bed as tears filled my eyes. Looking up over the edge of the bed I saw the soft look he gave me a few moments before change to one of hurt and worry "Stay away from me! You left me behind just leave again!" I shout as I shakily stand and dash for the door.
His arms wrap around me. They were warm, strong, and inviting but I can't...give in, I can't get close only for him to leave me again. He pulls me close to his broad chest with my own pressed against and tears willingly and angrily fall from my eyes as I sob and pound my fists on his chest. I let loose frustration after frustration along the lines of "You coward!" "How could you leave! You knew my fears!" "Why didn't you take me with you!" "Why did you have to come back you could've made it so easy for me to forget!" and after a while of scream sobs and shouting at him I slowed down. Worn out from my meltdown weakly pounding on his chest before my hands fall limp to my sides feeling his now damp shirt against my cheeks and face, he hadn't said a word the entire time "Please...saying something. Anything, just rip my heart out finally. Deal the final blow Reiner." I mange to croak out.
A pause goes by and still nothing, not a peep, but it felt like something was falling on top of my head so I take a chance to look up. He was silently crying and big tears splashed on my face upon impact as he took one hand from around me and cupped my face as I stared at him in shock. "I wanted so desperately to just sweep you off your feet and take you away with me. I know I'm an asshole for leaving you behind, I was scared and a coward and wanted to make it back home alive." he looks away for a second before continuing "Trust me I wanted so badly to come back for you (Y/N) but due to my situation I wasn't allowed to. Anytime we fought that brat I always looked for you but you were never there until now. I'm sorry for what I've put you through but I'd like to make amends for my past failures?" he finishes. Fresh tears fall from my eyes "Reiner...I-I don't know..." I trail off and after a moment of silence I add on "It'd be hard for me to trust that you just won't leave me again."
"Please give me one more chance to prove myself to you (Y/N)?" he practically begs.
I let out a deep sigh and hesitantly nod with my eyes shut "Okay Reiner." I answer.
"Thank you my precious angel." he says as he cups both my cheeks and pulls me into a long awaited kiss.
Showers and Confessions - Pro Hero Kirishima x Reader
This is set in the future, Kirishima is a pro hero and you're part of search and rescue. You're quirk is just basically an earth bender and you thought search and rescue would be a better use for your quirk than being a hero. Your "hero" outfit is similar to that of a coal miner.
*Credit to the artist, the signature is a little hard to read
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The battle between the pros and villains had been supper destructive and lasted a while as the sun was starting to set. Many buildings had toppled much to my annoyance but unfortunately the heros can't help it, shit happens, it just means my crew and I have our work cut out for us this evening. With emergency personnel and vehicles on the scene we get to work.
Most of my crew was in charge of finding people in the rubble with their quirks whether it be with scent, echo location, or what have you but it was my personal job to move the debris away with my quirk and get the citizens out as fast as possible. The farther the fight got from us we moved in for search and rescue. I just hope Kirishima is doing okay out there, he's too "manly" for his own good and when it comes to protecting people he gives it his all but it's gonna get him really hurt one of these days....I dunno maybe I worry too much.
Pulled back to reality out of my thoughts, my teammates call me over having found some civilians. "Let's just hope it's a good shift." I say hopefully to myself before going to help.
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Kirishima and I met in class 1-A, his red hair and can do attitude was what originally caught my attention, he was sweet and we hit it off right away. Originally I wanted to be a hero like every kid does until the LOV attacked the school, it was shooking and I was scared. I realized I wasn't cut out for pro hero work so I transferred to search and rescue.
We kept in touch and he'd go out of his way to hang out with me even if that meant he was just in the room while I studied or did homework. I enjoyed every hang out with him especially if I had a bad day. He always seemed to make it better with his adorable smile and not to mention his hugs are the best.
Few years down the road we graduated together, many photos were taken together that day and I secretly love them all. I love the big goofball but I don't think he'll ever see me that way so I'll take whatever I can get! Even if that means I'm cleaning up the wake of destruction from his job.
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The sun is but a sliver along the horizon now as I pace beside an ambulance. My job was done, all the civilians had been found, no casualties so far which was good but there was no sign of Kirishima yet and I'm not leaving without him.
After about 40 minutes of nervous pacing I hear his wonderful voice "Y/N!" he shouts as he jogs towards me. I dash to him meeting halfway enveloping him in a tight hug as I crash into him. "What took you so long I was getting really worried?!" I ask sternly. He chuckles and wraps his arms around me "News reporters had me caught up, besides you know I can handle myself you don't need to worry so much." he says with a reassuring smile. I release him from the hug returning the smile and say "Let's get you home and cleaned up." as I lead him to a waiting vehicle. "What are you my (insert spouse pronoun)?" he says cheerfully. I couldn't help but blush but thankfully he couldn't see it with my back to him.
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Once we made it inside his place I usher him to the bathroom for a shower "Clean up I'll prepare you some leftovers." I say as I turn to leave he grabs my wrist and I turn to look at him. His cheeks were bright pink as he avoided eye contact and rubbed the back of his neck "You need a shower too right? We've known each for years uhhh...you could take a shower with me if you want Y/N?" he sheepishly asks. My eyes wide and face on fire I yank my wrist from his grasp and slam the door shut. "I- I'm sorry! I'll wai-wait my turn!" I shout as I run to the kitchen.
I brace myself against to counter as I barely hear the water turn on over my pounding heart "Holy shit! How-WHY would he ask something like that! Sure we've known each other for a while but it-it's no!" I think to myself. I take in a deep breath and exhale, calming myself some what, and go about preparing him something to eat.
I sat on the couch for what seemed like a while collecting my racing thoughts waiting for my turn. The second he stepped out and went to his room I rushed in the bathroom for my shower.
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Feeling clean and relaxed I crack open the bathroom door to peek out. Kirishima sat on the couch slightly hunched over. I sneak into his room and "steal" a rather large shirt and some loose fitting bottoms, I didn't have spares and I don't stay over enough to have some here.
I make my way to the couch and sit beside him. He glances over the somber look quickly replaced by one of amusement and a short laugh "Making yourself at home I see?" he states and continues "About early I'm sorry for being brash, I've been doing some thinking and figured it would've been alright to ask." I put a hand on his thigh "Hey it's okay to ask, albeit a very shocking question." I respond. He chuckles nervously "Yeah...um earlier today some things happened and it made me realize that I should tell you sooner rather than later" he grabs my hands in his "because eventually something will happen and I won't get the chance to but...ugh! What I'm trying to say is I like you and not as just a friend as a potential lover if yo-"
I put a finger to his lips and move my hands to his cheeks holding his face. Half lided eyes staring into his wide ones "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear a confession fall from your lips." I say with a smile as I pull him into a kiss.
Credits: Cat Power for her song I'll Be Seeing You, and whoever made/took the screenshot
Notes: Tried to make the reader gender neutral, anything in between the paragraphs in "" are song lyrics
"I'll be seeing you
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day and through"
Everything was cold oh so cold even as Inumaki cradled you in his arms. Tears streamed from his eyes and landed on your cheeks and forehead. Had you heard it you wouldn't be in this predicament.
You cough up some blood but more was rapidly leaking from the chunk of flesh missing from the middle of your torso and from the bones sticking out of your arms and left leg. You go to sign something to your friend holding you but he's stops you "Fish flakes." you see his lips say as he had his collar down.
"In that small cafe
The park across the way
The children's carousel
The chestnut trees, the wishing well"
*flashback*
You guys had been given a mission maybe just an hour or two ago, it wasn't supposed to get this bad it was just supposed to be a routine check up like the other times. However once you guys arrived you were ambushed by low level curses.
Everything was going fine, I was holding things on my own. That is...until a high level curse showed up. Things got difficult for you. You didn't notice it sneak up behind you.
"I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
In everything that's light and gay
I'll always think of you that way"
He knew you were capable of handling things on your own, you weren't an invilid. He was busy fighting his own opponents, he took his eyes off of you for a few seconds but the next thing he heard was your blood curdling screams.
He turned to face you, another high level curse but lower than the first that showed up, stood behind you it's fist through your guts and it's other hand breaking your limbs.
"I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you"
He shouts "Drop them!" and when the curse drops you he runs over and shouts at it "Explode." his throat getting a bit sore. He slides on his knees to you and cradles your almost lifeless body in his arms.
You can't leave him, he hasn't confessed his love to you yet and you were being ripped away from him like a bandaid. "(Y/N)..." he quietly says to you. He can't loose you he loves you so much.
*end of flashback*
"I'll be seeing you
In every lovely summer's day
In everything that's light and gay
I'll always think of you that way"
I weakly go to sign again and this time he let's me. I go to sign 'Don't cry, I hate seeing you cry.' but all I could manage was "No cry, sad." he manages to get out a dry laugh.
"I love you (Y/N)." he manages to choke out between sobs. I smile at the words that fell from his lips although I couldn't hear it I imagine that it was wonderful sounding. I gingerly raise a hand to touch his cheek, my smile grew weaker, and I nod as I shakily raise my other hand and give him the sign 'I love you'.
"I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you..."
Their hands started to fall and their breath became shallower. He grabs their hands before they could hit the ground and holds them to his chest near his speeding heart "Please..." his whispers out. They smile warmly at him struggling to stay awake and with one last blink their head falls back, the light leaving their eyes and the last breath left their lungs. Their body cold.
